All language subtitles for Fingersmith.S01E02.Part.2.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-MADSKY_track4_[eng]

[mysterious music]

- He said he was a
member of Parliament,

and so I trusted him.

He told me he wished me
to meet another member,

his member for love.

He locked the door.

I pleaded for my
maidenhood, but--

- The words are commonplace,
but observe the frontispiece.

Show them, Maud.

The execution of the
member for love, hmm?

The delicate rendering
of the crimson tip.

Done after Beaux, very rare.

I had it as a young man
from a store in Liverpool--

thank you, Maud--

for a shilling.

I would not part with
it now for 50 pounds.

- But having slipped
the bolt of the door--

- [voiceover] A curator
of poisons-- so my uncle

described himself to me.

I was 12 years old when
he began inoculating me

with poison-- grain by grain,
scruple by scruple-- so I

should be immune to what
I read, be his librarian,

and when he lost
his sight, his eyes.

- --so they came together.

The romance may have
been somewhat unusual,

but that gave it all the
charm of the unexpected.

And there, as the red
sun tinges the sky

and the chatter of birds
heralds the coming night,

we must leave them.

[applause]

- You don't care for
your uncle's subjects?

I'm his secretary.

It's a matter if total
indifference to me.

- Oh, I find it rather
curious to find a lady so cool

and unmoved by
something designed to,

erm, stir the emotions.

- Most ladies in those
books and paintings

seem to me to be
singularly unmoved by it.

- [laughs] You are very
uncommon, Miss Lilly.

So I understand, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

[eerie string music]

[footsteps]

[music swells]

[knock]

[whispering] Miss Lilly.

- I know nothing of what I
read from those books, sir.

- I've not come for
that, Miss Lilly.

I can get that in
any street corner.

I'm here to help you.

How much do you think you'll
receive when you marry?

A few hundred.

40,000 pounds.

Who told you such nonsense?

Hawtrey.

You're the talk of the shady
bookshops in London and Paris--

your readings, and the favors
men imagine follow them.

Your uncle is a
villain, Miss Lilly.

And you are not?

- I came here to seduce
you, secure your fortune.

But I saw what life
has made of you,

and I knew it wouldn't work.

To a woman like you,
it would be an insult.

Instead, I want to free you.

- You're very
gallant, Mr. Rivers.

I suppose I don't
care to be freed.

I think you long for it.

Go, please!

Go.

Good afternoon, Miss Lilly.

Good afternoon, Mr. Rivers.

Will you marry me?

How dare you!

- He's lively today,
ain't he, Mr. Rivers?

Not as lively as me, Charles.

I swear I will not touch
you after the ceremony.

We will go our separate ways.

- Why would you
do such a thing?

For half your fortune.

- [voiceover] I tell
him his idea's nonsense.

My uncle would pursue me.

Not if he thinks you are in
the madhouse, he whispers.

But it would not be
me who was locked up.

His plan is to install a new
maid, a compliant chaperone,

a thief who will think
she is cheating me.

[growls angrily]

- [voiceover] Instead,
we will cheat her.

She will take with
her into the madhouse

all the taint of my
mother's madness, my uncle's

filth, my very name.

He is right.

I would be free.

- I return to London
in three days.

I must secure the
meet when we go back.

You'll never have this
chance again, will you?

[whispering] No.

It would be foul, putting
a girl in the madhouse.

- The girl's
despicable, a thief.

She would do it to you.

- My uncle will be
here at any moment.

[gasps] You must not open that.

You belong out there,

not locked up here
with this filth!

[church bell rings]

[whispering] Go.

Go.

- [voiceover] There
was an obstacle to Mr.

Rivers' plan-- my maid, Agnes.

- The way he painted
that fruit, miss.

you could eat it.

He has an eye for it.

And for you, miss.

Oh!

[groans in pain]

- Are you all
right, Miss Lilly?

- Think she may have
twisted her ankle, sir.

Really, Agnes, I have not.

- Well, we must take no
chance of that, Miss Lilly.

It is treacherous ground here.

Allow me to assist you.

[crow caws outside]

I cannot just dismiss Agnes.

Leave her to me.

[heavy breathing]

Agnes, every time I
looked into her eyes,

I was thinking of you,
of gazing into yours.

[approaching footsteps]

Mr. Wade.

Mr. Wade?

[shouting] Mr. Wade!

Agnes?

- [voiceover] I was shaken
by what we had done to Agnes.

But my uncle had trained me
too well to feel it for long.

Mr. Rivers returned to
London, recommending

the new maid, whose character
was as false as her curtsy.

Here is the evil
little fingersmith

who is going to make us rich.

Remember, she has to
become you, and you, her.

You have one month
until I return.

Is it all right, miss?

Very satisfactory.

- [voiceover] She has come
to Briar to swallow me up,

like a clutch of eggs.

- What do London ladies
do this time of day?

- Make visits to other
ladies, like you, miss.

[voiceover] Ladies like me?

There are no ladies like me.

[clears throat]

[knocking]

[door closes]

- [voiceover]
But I grew used to her--

to her life, her warmth.

She was not the gullible
girl of a villainous plot,

but a girl with a history,
with hates and likings.

Yet to escape from Briar,
I must despise her,

must deceive her.

[laughter]

Miss?

[gasps, giggles]

Miss?

- It's not bad
news, is it, miss?

- Mr. Rivers is
coming tomorrow.

Oh, Lord!

I must choose your dresses!

Oh, this one, for sure.

I want you to have that.

Me, miss?

But this is your best dress.

- I want to show
Mr. Rivers that--

that I do so much approve
of you, of his choice.

Oh, miss.

It's one of the nicest things
anyone has ever said to me.

Really, I can't.

I can't, really.

Sue.

- Miss, I--

[laughs]

- [voiceover]
She looked so beautiful.

I had to keep telling myself
over and over again what she

planned to do to me to go on.

Oh my goodness, miss.

I look like a real lady.

[giggles]

- [voiceover] She changed
even my uncle's books for me.

I thought them dead.

The words became suddenly
alive, full of meaning.

[serene music]

[birds singing]

[music becomes discordant]

- She must think we
love one another.

God damn it, Maud.

There's another hour gone.

In two days, I will leave and
I will never see you again.

Wake her.

She'll burn.

Shh.

[suspenseful music]

[music becomes sinister]

Let go of me.

I've lost heart for this.

- Oh, lost it to a wretched
little fingersmith.

- Let me--

- She'd laugh in your face
if she knew, if I told her.

[whispering] You mustn't.

Then agree.

Do you want to
stay here forever?

Appear to love me.

Marry me.

I can't.

Maud!

Miss Maud?

Miss Maud.

[light, sinister music]

[whispering] She's coming.

[heavy breathing]

[music intensifies]

[gentle music]

[whispering] Tell me.

Tell me a way.

Tell you what, miss?

- Tell me, on her wedding
night, what must a wife do?

[tender music]

[music intensifies]

You pearl.

[breathing shakily]

You pearl.

- [voiceover] Everything, I
say to myself, has changed.

She has touched the life
of me, the quick of me.

But she is ashamed.

- I'll be leaving
here tonight, miss.

- [voiceover]
She didn't love me.

Her feelings were
false, part of a trap.

Why should I not trap her to
escape from this foul place?

[light snoring]

The night I escaped, I
needed to do one last thing.

[sinister music]

[music swells]

[shushing]

[intense music]

- How fast your
heart beats, Maud.

[gasping]

- I told you I
didn't want that.

But we must show the
marks of true love.

Are you by any chance
bleeding, to save me the pain?

- Do you mean to insult
me in every possible way?

- [chuckles] Hold
out the sheet.

[gasping]

[breathy laughter]

- The fashionable couple
on their wedding night.

Sit down here, Susan.

- Miss Smith, were you
ever a maid with Lady

Stoneleigh of Mayfair?

No, sir.

That's one of poor
Mrs. Rivers' fancies.

Ever since her wedding night,
she's made up these stories.

Fiction?

Yes, yes.

Does she read books?

Her passion is books.

- Well, there you
have it, Graves.

The overexposure of women to
literature breeds

unnatural fancies.

Indeed.

Unnatural?

Oh, sir, you don't
know the worst of it.

It's not your shame,
Susan, your guilt.

You did nothing to invite
the gross attentions

my wife, in her madness,
tried to force on you.

Is this true?

[sobbing]

- These-- these tears
speak for themselves.

Come, Susan.

You're not to blame.

I'm so sorry you were exposed
to such horrible things.

[crows cawing]

[suspenseful music]

Speak, damn you, speak.

Ah, my own poor mistress.

- [voiceover]
My heart was breaking.

[intense, dissonant music]

That is my story.

That is what brought me here.

- You were very
convincing, Maud.

- Don't speak to me,
or I shall kill you.

I have betrayed her.

[clanking]

[mysterious music]

Mrs. Rivers!

[screaming]

- Sit, Mrs. Rivers,
over there, if you will.

You see?

They tricked me!

[screaming]

It's a fit.

I knew it!

Hold her steady, man.

She may pull out her joints.

We will not have you
lying here, Mrs. Rivers.

[door slams heavily]

- You can choke yourself,
and it's no business of ours.

Chew your tongue
off if you'd like.

We prefer them quiet here.

[gasps]

Welcome to London.

[chatter, bells, hoof beats]

- How could we have
done this to her?

- Believe me, she'll
be better taken care

of than where she came from.

[street noises fade]

Are we here?

Is this our house?

I thought for a moment
that was the Briar bell.

We're near the river.

Chelsea.

Not quite.

Where are we?

- Come on or I shall
leave you here.

We cannot live grandly, Maud,
until we have your money.

We must wait for the
lawyer to release it.

Do you want to stay
out here and freeze?

Go on, get out of here.

Mr. Reeves.

Mrs. Maud Rivers.

- Very pleased to
meet you, Mrs. Rivers.

Do come in.

Make yourself at home.

- Can you manage a better
night than this, Mr. Ibbs?

- Oh, this is a very
good night, gentlemen,

a very good night indeed.

Let me take the lady's cloak.

Oh.

Do beg pardon.

Who's she?

How much are you going to
pop that for, Mr. Ibbs?

Richard.

Richard.

[sinister music]

Good boy.

- [voiceover]
Marry him, miss.

Mr. Rivers loves you.

What kept me alive
was the thought

that Mrs. Sucksby
would find me,

and then I would find
Maud and kill her.

- She lived here
too, didn't she?

Will you stop touching me!

What a fool I've been.

What an idiot!

This is Sue's house
of thieves, isn't it?

Honest thieves, dear.

Get me a cab.

Hansom or hackney?

- Don't you dare
talk to me like that.

- Oh, she's got a
dander, ain't she?

- If you don't get me
a cab, I shall walk.

[baby cries]

I shall find a policeman.

- Never there when you
want them, my dear.

Not in this fog.

Come on.

[struggle, baby crying]

John!

Use the bag.

Gentleman, throw it.

[laughter]

Get her!

That's enough.

[baby crying]

- If you don't let me go,
I will kill your baby.

I have come too
far for-- for this.

John!

I mean it.

I will.

Get me a cab.

I will do it.

- My dear, I've been caring
for unwanted babies for years.

The moment, I'm looking after--

seven babies.

Now, you can make it six
if you like, or five.

No one would miss them.

[whispering] Come on.

Stoke the fire, John.

Make some tea, Dainty.

Strengthen it up a bit.

Oh, go on.

You hit the mark there, Betty.

My poor hands have
suffered so much recently.

Mrs. Frobisher.

Mrs. Frobisher.

- [singing] You work
to try, my dear, and--

Do you want the curb?

Where are you from?

North.

- I'm a little out of
touch, and the season

only just beginning.

Are you out?

No, I ain't.

So young.

I'm no much in.

[laughs] In!

[laughter]

That is the first true
word I've heard you say,

Mrs. Rivers--

in!

In.

She's in.

- Keep telling the truth
like that, Mrs. Rivers,

and you may well be out
before the end of the season.

[all chanting "in"]

[chatter, dogs barking]

[babies crying]

- I couldn't bear
to wake you, dear.

Feed the babies
upstairs, Dainty.

Now-- come on, now.

I can see you're
a spirited girl,

but you can't imagine
we mean you any harm.

- I can't imagine--

you mean me any
kind of good when

you insist on
keeping me here when

I so clearly wish to leave.

- Just hear the grammar
in that, Mr. Ibbs.

Here, let me take your gloves.

- Her uncle taught
her to be very

particular about her fingers.

- Made you read a lot
of filthy French books.

Did he touch you, dear,
where he oughtn't?

Oh, never mind.

Better your own than a
stranger, I always say.

I'll get you a nice cup of tea.

- You plan to kill
me, don't you?

- It would mean nothing to me,
but she would not allow it.

- What has she got
to do with this?

She sent me to Briar.

This is her plan.

She controls everything.

- How did she know
about my fortune?

From some servant?

From her.

[cup shatters]

You're liars!

You're cheats.

How could you know my mother?

I was born in an asylum.

Dear, oh, dear.

Well, we're not going
to put that together

again now, are we?

No, you weren't born
in the asylum, dear.

You was born here.

Marianne, that was the
lady's name, wasn't it, dear?

She ran away from Briar,
just like you did.

Only her gentleman didn't
do the decent thing,

not like your husband.

She'd got my name from a
woman in the borough that did

girls and their complaints.

And did she have a
complaint, Mr. Ibbs?

- Too far gone to get
rid of the poor creature.

- She was terrified, poor lamb,
as her father and brothers--

your Uncle Lilly--
they was after her.

So I made up a bed in front of
the fire, like I did for you.

And she had her
baby right here.

Oh, our Marianne loved
her little baby girl.

Oh, poor little scrap.

Then we heard it, didn't we?

The carriage.

Your uncle had found her.

They was hammering
at the door.

And Marianne, she was sobbing.

I must name her.

I must.

But not the name like
the one I've been

cursed with, but a plain name.

I shall call her--

Maud.

- --Susan.

As God is my
witness, she cried--

"I don't want to put my baby
through what I've been through.

Take my baby, Susan, and
bring her up yourself, Mrs.

Sucksby, poor and honest."

She begged and pleaded, and
it would have taken a heart

of stone to refuse her.

So-- so before Mr.
Ibbs opened the door,

I gave her the baby
that I was holding.

Because she was born
on the same day.

Take her quick, I said.

So your brother
thinks she's yours.

She has the name of
a lady after all.

Her name is Maud.

[birds singing]

My name is Ethel.

- My name is--

[whispering] you
must believe me--

Susan.

Susan.

I believe you.

- [sobbing] Thank
you, thank you.

- That's a lot of
comfort, Mrs. Rivers.

Miss Wilson believes there
are creatures on the moon.

Damn you!

I told you that in
strict confidence!

[laughter]

- [screams] I'm
not Maud Rivers!

I'm Susan Smith!

Susan Smith!

There you are, back with us.

I hope you won't suppose
this sherry, Miss Lilly.

Sherry in a lady's chamber--

I could never agree to it.

But a bit of honest
brandy is a bracer.

Got a good mouth for spirits.

I know you're lying.

- No, you haven't heard
anything yet, Maud.

I'm an orphan.

My mother was mad.

- Her pa and brother preferred
the madhouse to shame.

- She went mad when
they put her in there.

Oh, Sue.

[CHAINS CLANKING, WOOD
CREAKING]

[gasps]

- [voiceover]
I knew then I was mad.

I knew the maddest, whose
brains were overheated,

were given the plunge.

[laughter]

- I'm her husband.
She'll do as I tell her!

Shh!

Leave it to me, Gentleman.

We'll do it my way.

She'll do it, believe me.

Well, I always say brandy is
the best sleeping draught.

Here.

- If Marianne wasn't my
mother, then who was?

God alone knows, dear.

I took foundlings, you see, out
of the goodness of my heart,

and you was one of them.

- This-- is Sue's mother.

Then how do I have a fortune?

Sit down.

Marianne took pity on you--

a poor foundling going to a
lonely old place like Briar.

There was plenty
for both, she said.

Poor mite'll need it.

Wouldn't change her mind.

She left half to you and half
to her own daughter, Susan,

due on yours and Susan's 21st
birthdays, in one month's time.

- And you plan
to get all of it?

Oh, no, no.

It's Mrs. Sucksby's scheme.

She gets the major share.

I'm getting a
mere 3,000 pounds.

- Did Sue know
what you planned?

No, dear.

- You're not only
villains, you're fools!

I won't sign anything.

And Sue's in no position to.

[scoffs] No, you're right.

Sue-- or should I say,
your poor mistress,

my wife, Mrs. Rivers--

is in no condition to
sign for her share.

I'll be forced to sign for
her, thanks to your help.

- [whispering]
What have I done?

- Oh, oh!
- Damn you!

I told you, keep away from me.

Leave her!

And what do you want with me?

- Well, we still
have to collect

Susan's half of the money.

You want me to be Sue.

Oh, she's sharp, Mr. Ibbs.

I don't believe you.

It's because I'm nothing.

I don't even know my name.

After I sign, you plan
to kill me, don't you?

No, dear!

You're one of us now.

And you're a lady.

See, you-- you will
be my companion.

[laughter]

Because I need a real
lady like you to show

me how to become one, see?

[all but maud laughing]

When we have the money--

You're ridiculous.

You should both be
in the madhouse.

Pass me off as Sue?

- Mr. Ibbs will
tell the lawyers

he's known you all his life.

She is your legal guardian.

The doctors know you as a maid.

You have no friends in London,
no money, no name, even.

You, as you say, are nothing.

And you will do as I say.

I will tell the lawyer.

- How you plotted to
swindle an innocent girl?

- Are you truly so
wicked, so vile?

- That is vile--

poverty.

You think life is
hard with money,

you should try it without.

It is one month before
your 21st birthday.

One week of borough living will
help you make up your mind.

- [voiceover]
Two weeks after the plunge,

I was prepared to be anyone
they wanted me to be.

Only the thought of Mrs.
Sucksby kept me going.

Mrs. Sucksby used to
say, people ain't never

interested in the truth, Sue,
but in what they want to hear.

I am Mrs. Maud Rivers.

This is truly remarkable.

I've you to thank, doctor.

You've looked after me so well.

- You would like
to see Mr. Rivers.

I'd like to see him.

Oh, my poor husband
and my maid, what--

who has put up with so much.

How I long to see
them both again.

And so you shall.

Doctor Graves-- a little
test, Mrs. Rivers.

Please, write your name.

I think it begins with a
different letter, doesn't it?

Remarkable.

The delusion even extends
to her motor functions.

It's there we will break her.

Once your own writing
comes back to you,

your husband will be
here to sign you out.

Rivers!

He has to sign me out?

Rivers?

But I'm-- [sobbing] No!

- [voiceover] I thought
about Sue every day,

as Mrs. Sucksby struck off
the days to my 21st birthday.

If only I could
escape and get to Sue.

There you are, Mrs.?

Rivers.

Well done.

[laughs]

Did you like her?

Sue?

She turned out bad, didn't she?

But I don't know.

I miss her sometimes.

She was fun.

We used to have a good laugh.

[nostalgic music]

[street noises, chatter]

Here, you do it.

[suspenseful music]

[gasps]

What is it?

I don't feel very well.

[scoffs] You never do.

Is that what they call
a-- a lady's constitution?

- I suppose it must--

oh!

I need to go to the privy.

I don't want to bother you.

Oh, it's no bother, madam.

It will be if you're not
here when Mrs. S gets back.

[laughs]

Dainty, I'm really not well.

[groans]

Come out, then.

- It's my time of
the-- oh, it rushes!

I can't leave you.

Open the door!

The men might come.

- But Mrs. Sucksby told
me not to leave you.

Maud?

Please.

[intense music]

[intense music]

Maud!

Maud!

Help!

Help!

Please!

Please help me.

What's happened?

I need to go to a hotel.

Come on.

- Grosvenor Street.
- Get up there.

Go on.

Go on.

Oh, dear.

Just look at you.

Such pretty little feet, and
such finely turned ankles.

Let me go.

No, no.

Help!

Don't be silly.

I'm only trying to--

[shouts]

[intense music]

You stupid bitch!

I was only trying to help you.

- [voiceover] I walked
through the night,

running away if
anyone approached me.

My thin slippers
tore and my feet

were cut and bleeding before I
found what I was looking for.

The only street that I had
heard of in London, the one

my uncle's books came from.

[mysterious music]

- Miss.
Miss!

You can't go in there.

Mr. Hawtrey.

Maud!

Please help me.

What are you doing here?

- You were always saying--

- That-- that was at Briar,
before what happened.

You mustn't come here.

You came through the shop.

Did the police see you?

I won't faint, I promise you.

Your feet!

Good God, what--

Mrs. Rivers?

You have a visitor.

Are you here today or not?

[door closes]

Don't you recognize him?

- [voiceover] We didn't
know each other from Adam.

Then-- it was the little
boat boy from Briar.

It was that look
what saved me.

He recognized me.

He knew who I was.

And I knew what I must do.

In that instant--

Oh, Charles.

Charles, how
wonderful to see you.

[whispering] Don't say
how I am, I don't know.

What, miss?

I'm not Miss Lilly anymore.

- You're--

This is a madhouse, ain't it?

- [whispering] Do
you know who I am?

It's Miss Smith, ain't it?

Bless you.

- Miss Smith, who was so kind--

- [whispering] No, you
mustn't call me that here.

[speaking normally] And
how is Briar, Charles?

- Mr. Lilly had a stroke
after what happened.

Oh!

I'm so sorry to hear that.

Gave me the creeps, he did.

- Mr. Wade, the steward,
beat me so much, I ran away.

I have no job, no character.

I wanted to find Mr. Rivers,
who was so kind to me also.

He said I polished his
boots better than anyone

else in the whole world.

And my aunt, he told me that
Mrs. Rivers was living here.

And I thought this
was a grand house.

Your auntie.

- Mrs. Cream, where
Mr. and Mrs. Rivers

stayed after their wedding.

[tea bell ringing]

Five minutes to tea, ladies.

- [whispering] I want
to see Mr. Rivers.

- More than anything--

- --anything else in the world.

So do I.

[tea bell ringing]

And Mrs. Rivers.

Ladies.

Ladies!

[whispering] Have you money?

- Five shillings and--

[whispering] Locksmith.

Get one inch blank
key and a file.

- A--

- [whispering] A
one inch blank key.

Bring them on your next visit.

[speaking normally] I do
hope Mr. Lilly improves.

I must go in file now.

Do come again soon, Charles.

Thank you.

- Rivers keeps
you without shoes?

So I should not run away?

- You cannot run away
from your husband.

- There's someone he has
done a great wrong to.

I must save her.

I thought if I can
stay at your house--

My house?

That's impossible, my dear.

I have a wife and children.

[approaching footsteps]

I see.

[knocking]

Not now.

Rivers is entirely to blame.

Having taken you, he might
at least have kept you close.

He saw what you were.

And what am I, Mr. Hawtrey?

Ah, Thomas.

- Shall I dispose of
that for you, sir?

- No, no.
No, no.

No.

I-- I'll deal with this.

Well, it's time you got home.

Your mother will
be waiting for you.

Yes, sir.

- We'll deal with
that in the morning.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Really, you must not.

- You seem to forget, I've
seen much worse at Briar.

"Whip your backside until the
blood runs down your heel."

Second part down, wrong font.

They've set it in Clarendon.

The rest is in
Garamond, I think.

You're right, so they have.

I could work here for you.

Impossible.

Please.

You have been kind.

I think you are kind.

I beg you, if you could find me
some room at a hotel, anywhere.

It's out of the question!

[chatter, drunk singing]

- [voiceover]
Lant Street was foul.

It was the last
place I wanted to go.

But I had nowhere else.

[sad music]

[woman laughing]

[drunk shouting]

[knocking]

Mrs. Sucksby.

Don't say a word, not a word.

Find Gentleman.

Tell him she's been found.

Mr. Ibbs-- kettle.

Oh, my-- dear girl, come on.

Come.

Come in.

Come in.

Come and get warm.

Come, come, come.

Get Gentleman, be quick.

Come on.

I knew you'd come home.

- Please don't touch me,
stifle me, smother me,

pretend to love me.

Pretend?

When-- Sue's mother came here,
people will tell you that--

that I had a baby of
my own, which died.

At least, that's the
story around here.

Nobody questioned it.

Babies do die, in Lant
Street in particular.

Many a time I've sat here,
thinking how I'd last

held you when you
was a few days old,

imagining how you'd grown.

[sentimental music]

Your eyes, the shape of
your nose, I pictured exact.

The paleness of the
skin, but the hair--

the hair, I always
thought would be fairer.

Dear girl--

My own.

My own dear girl--

To have you back--

After all these years.

[sentimental music]

[bell ringing]

Ladies.

Ladies.

- Remember, meet
me at the wall.

And don't be late.

[moans]

- [voiceover] Of all
the burglar's mates

God could have sent me,

Charles was the worst
by a long chalk.

- You here, people
want to get to sleep.

- She says your hands
are like pork chops.

I never!

- And makes us smell like one.
- I never!

- You did!
You did!

I never!

After all my kindness, Betty?

I never, Nurse Bacon!

She did!

Oh, God help us.

Look what you've done now!

Am I flesh blazing?

[sobbing]

- I'll put the cream on
your hands, Nurse Bacon.

I'll do it.

I will.

[singing]

- Small key-- shut up, Betty!

[sobbing]

- Come, Mrs. Frobisher, if you
sing another bleeding verse!

[singing quietly]

- --hold your foolish tongue

Why do you want to marry?

You know you are too young

There's something I
demand that you must allow

Thou must never get married,
and end the notion now

[suspenseful music]

[snoring]

[quiet filing]

[music intensifies]

Where are you going?

Pee!

[intense music]

[humming]

[suspenseful chimes]

[crows cawing]

[grunts] Charles?

Charles?

Charles!

[bell ringing]

You said 2:00!

Come on!

- [voiceover]
What kept me going

was the thought of
Mrs. Sucksby's face

when I turned up
at Lant Street.

And then I thought of
Maud, wherever she was.

[nostalgic music]

I must, miss.

I won't will desert you.

A journey of the heart.

[sobs] Oh, Sue.

Forgive me.

Stay down.

Miss!

Come back, miss!

Hello?

[door closes, latches]

Oi!

You there!
Stop, thief!

Ho!

Are you-- what are you doing?

Hey!

Come back here!

What's going on?

[panting]

Turn around.

- You took them
clothes without asking.

I had to, didn't I?

Would you rather I picked up
and never saw Mr. Rivers again?

Don't look at me like that.

I've never done anything
like that before in my life.

Don't you think I feel
terrible, stealing

from poor people like that?

Oh, damme.

Damme!

Don't suppose you want a
piece of this pie, then?

Charles, there are
times in this life

we have to do things
we don't want to do.

I will ask Mr. Rivers to go
back to that very cottage

and pay every penny for
things we've taken, and more.

Will you?

Yeah, that's just the sort
of thing Mr. Rivers would do.

Here.

[Train chugging in the distance]

- I can't believe that
in a few days' time, you will be 21 years old.

[baby coos]

I'll make myself a cake.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, dear.

[babies cooing]

Who was my father?

Mr. Ibbs?

No, dear.

Your father was a
sailor, lost at sea.

Well-- lost to me, dear.

[street noises, chatter]

Smell it!

Smell it, miss?

London.

[inhales] Ah, the rotten,
horrible, bleeding stink of it.

Miss Smith.

I ain't Miss Smith.

I ain't Miss bleeding Rivers.

I'm Susan Trinder!

- I thought you said we were
going to see Mr. Rivers!

This is horrible.

So this is horrible?

Country's horrible.

This is where I live.

This place?

And where is Mr.--

Tommy Josselyn.

College rooms,
always a good poke.

Go on, get in.

What is it?

Miss Trinder, what is it?

[sobs]

Don't cry, miss.

[gentle music]

There.

Happy birthday.

- Did you take that
from the cottage?

Why did you take it?

Why?

Because it's what I am.

You're kind.

You're a lady's maid.

- I'm a fingersmith,
you stupid idiot!

A thief!

- Yeah, but I don't
want to be a thief.

I want to be with Mr. Rivers.

You said, you promised.

Mr. Rivers?

Mr. Rivers is the
biggest prick I know.

Mr. Rivers-- Mr. Rivers
got me put in a madhouse.

Mr. Rivers--

[somber music]

- Happy birthday, Maud, and
to our absent friend, Sue.

May the day bring good
fortune to us all.

Leave her alone, can't you?

Stop baiting her.

- I will order
madam's carriage.

- Dear Mrs. Sucksby,
Gentleman and that bitch

cheated me and put
me in the madhouse.

Send a signal with
this boy and help me.

[intense music]

Shh!

Go on.

Remember what
you've got to say.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

Put--

I love you, as I always will.

[indistinct]

Half a sovereign, Sam.

No.

It's got Geneva works.

I'll open it up.

Hang on.

[dog barking]

[suspenseful music]

She took it.

Mrs. Sucksby?

Miss Maud.

She gave me this.

She's mocking me.

What is it?

The two of hearts?

I'll mock her.

- Well, he gave me a
pound for the watch.

Come on.

Who's it?

Mrs. Sucksby, visitor.

It's the fingersmith that
cut with the jewelry.

Is that what you told her?

I stole your jewelry?

- You've got some
bleeding cheek!

You near broke Mrs.
Sucksby's heart!

Give me your knife.

Give it to me!

I got no arguing with
you, John, Or you, Dainty.

Sue, dear.

You ain't yourself.

I ain't, Mrs. Sucksby.

Not after what they did to me.

Sue leave now.

- You'd like me to do
that, wouldn't you?

Before Gentleman gets back.

You don't know what's
really happened.

I know you got my clothes.

You even got my
bleeding bangles.

Why?

Isn't your fortune enough?

Isn't what you
did to me enough?

Please, go.

- They put me in a
madhouse, Mrs. Sucksby.

You planned to put me there!

- I wish I had.
- To cheat me!

To kill me!

I will.

I will, I will kill ya!

Girl fight, girl fight!

You old cow!

You've been down on me
since the day I was born.

Touch me again, you'll know it!

- I never, I never, I never--

I never believed you
cut with the jewelry.

I went along with the others
because they'd have thought

me a sentimental old fool.

But I knew deep down.

- Give me the knife.
- Did you?

I did, I did.

I thought, no, old woman.

Not my Sue.

- You brought me up
as your own daughter.

- I thought I'd
never see you again.

But you know, I--

I had a man looking for you.

I knew you would!

Sue.

[intense music]

Your carriage awaits.

Hello, Charles.

My boots have never
been the same.

Sue?

- She's just told me
what you've done to her.

So you'd better go.

[intense music]

- You found me out
a villain, Charles.

- Oh, honest to God, Mr.
Rivers, I never meant to.

Get out!

Don't let him go.

He'll go for Dr. Christie.

Stay!

Stay, stay, stay, stay.

There, there.
There.

You're all right.

You're all right.

All right now.
There.

There, there.

There, there.

There, there.

All right.

- Oh damme, tell the poor
bitch how we used her.

Richard, don't say any more.

Oh, my dear wife.

Have you no feelings at all?

Not that I know of.

But I know you have.

[laughs] Damme, Maud.

What does it matter to you?

You're a fully
fledged villain now.

You don't have to care
about either of them.

- Gentleman, I-- will you--

Mrs. Sucksby.

- Oh, now I see
the resemblance.

You see nothing.

Nothing.

Why did I never suspect it?

No wonder you kicked and
cursed and she let you off.

This is rich!

- Did you know, Mr. Ibbs?
- No!

He knows nothing.
He knows nothing.

Stop it!

[all shouting]

My heart!

Your heart?

You have a heart, Mrs. Sucksby?

No, feel it!

- I should get your
daughter to do that.

Grace!

Grace!

[gasping]

She hit me.

[music intensifies]

Oh!

Get me a surgeon.

No surgeons.

God damn you!

- Charlie?
Charlie!

- [shouting] Murder!
Murder, help!

Charlie.

Help, help!

Help, murder!

Stop the boy!

[gasping]

[eerie music]

He's gone.

Who did this?

She done it.

I saw her.

Wait.

What happened was the
knife was on the table.

- [voiceover] Maud started
to say something else,

but nobody heard her.

I done it.

Lord knows I'm sorry for
it now, but I done it.

And these girls here
are innocent girls

and never harmed no one.

- [voiceover] Maud said
she had killed him,

but nobody believed her

because she was a lady
and a lunatic.

Gentleman weren't a
gentleman, after all,

but a draper's son,
Frederick Bunt.

The papers said he had
been brutally cut down

in his manhood, and
girls put his picture

next to their hearts.

I didn't see Maud
before she disappeared.

Good job, or I'd have probably
ended up with Mrs. Sucksby.

Mrs. Sucksby was so game when
the judge put on the black cap

and sentenced her to death.

She always looked behind
me, as if she was expecting

someone else to be with me.

But I wanted her for myself.

Quite alone?

That's good.

Just you and me,
as it used to be.

Oh, Mrs. Sucksby.

What shall I do without you?

Better, dear girl.

How can you say that?

Watch me tomorrow.

Don't cover your eyes.

And Sue, should you ever
hear odd things of me

when I have gone,
think back to--

Oh, I will.

[sobbing]

[street barkers shouting]

We had a collection.

It's not very much, but--

Thank you.

How is she?

Game.

Thanks, Tommy.

A lady to see you.

She won't give her name.

[sad music]

No one will listen to me.

You must tell them.

- If you only came
to say that, then go.

I done what I done, and
that's the end of it.

- You must tell
them I killed him.

- No I was wrong
to send you away.

And I was wrong to do that
to a girl like Sue, a jewel.

I hope she never finds out.

I will never tell her.

I came to see you as well as--

Did you?

Of course I did.

Oh, dear.

Mother, mother.

I wish--

Never mind.

Just this.

[chatter, bell tolling]

- Mrs. Sucksby's
daughter, isn't it?

[nostalgic music]

[violent sobs]

Sue.

Sue?

- S-U--

- I, Marianne Lilly
of Bear Court?

Briar Court.

- --sound of mind,
though feeble of body,

commit my infant daughter,
Susan to the guardianship

of Mrs. Grace Sucksby, in
exchange for which Mrs.

Sucksby commits into my care
her dear daughter, Maud.

Get some water, Dainty!

Got the shock, is it, Sue?

I should say, sir.

I should say, sir.

[nostalgic music]

Look at me, Sue.

Come here.

- [voiceover] I heard
that Mr. Lilly had died.

And so I returned
to Briar to see

if I could find something to
show me where Maud had gone.

[sad music]

[music swells]

[discordant music]

Have you come to kill me?

No, Maude.

How could I harm you?

I know everything.

No.

You know nothing.

You don't know me at all.

How delicious was
the glow on her ivory

shoulders as I forced
her back on the couch.

I scarcely knew
what I was about.

Everything now was
an act of exertion.

Tongues, lips, bellies,
thighs, arms, legs, bottom--

every part in a
voluptuous motion.

They all like that?

Every single one.

I write it myself now.

I must earn a living somehow.

I'm not the good, sweet
girl you thought I was.

This is what I am.

I know you must hate m--

hate me.

I don't hate you.

- I-- I'm so sorry for
what I did to you, Sue.

I'm sorry.

They tricked us both, then.

I found this in her dress.

Had someone read it out to me.

The money is yours.

- Did you know who my mother
was from the very beginning?

No, not till I got to London.

And Mrs. Sucksby never
wanted you to find out.

She loved you.

She did, Sue.

She-- she said how
wrong she was to try

and turn a jewel like you in--

A jewel?

- -turn a jewel like you
into a commonplace girl.

[sobs]

I killed him.

I pleaded with Mrs.
Sucksby to tell the truth,

but all she would say was
that she had done it and--

and that was the end to it.

I know.

Miss, you're making
of yourself, eh?

What does it say?

- They're full
of words saying--

[gentle music]

- -how I want you--

- -how--

- -I love you.

[music swells]

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