All language subtitles for Dope.Girls.S01E02.Butter.Wouldnt.Melt.720p.WEB-DL.HEVC.x265-BONE

The business tanked,

and he used the house
as collateral.

You know I'd keep you on
if I could.

You must have family,
somewhere you can go.

We need a place
to stay,

just for a few nights,
while I find some work.

Does she even
know who I am?

Did you even read it?
The letter?

I read it.

Yet you turn up
a year later

with a little sister
I didn't know existed.

When a man takes his own life,
it's his choice.

What happens
when people die?

I just need
to make enough money,

and then figure out
the rest.

Policing London requires
a steady hand.

I understand, sir.

This is a competition,
not a bake sale,

so show some desire
to win it.

Miss Davies,
if you pass selection,

you'll become one
of the first female

police officers
in this country.

It's not a privilege,
it's a duty.

- Raid! Raid!
-Nobody move!

Hands on the table, everybody,
put your glasses down now.

You're a weak little bitch,
just like your sister.

You should've hidden
it better than that.

- Now what?
- You can't do anything,

if you're arrested for
the murder of Silvio Salucci.

You have no idea
what you've just done.

I call
for an offensive.

An offensive

against every criminal

and dope fiend
in Britain.

We must root
into the dark cavities,

where they colonise
like cockroaches.

And the darkest,
most deviant cavities of all...

nightclubs.

These temples of sin

must be cracked open...

and healed
by the light of the sun.

And to our newest
recruits...

...I say this.

You now
have the opportunity

to write your names

on the pages
of history.

We have already
won one war.

And now you women have
been chosen to fight another.

Ow!

Who better
than a woman...

to rescue
her fallen sister?

Who better than a woman...

to rise up and fight

against the tide of sin
corrupting our children?

Mummy?

I'm coming.

Who better
than a woman

to shine her light
into the shadows,

down into the depths
of the dark,

to bring these criminals
and corrupters to justice?

Napkins, please.

Eat your breakfast.

We'll talk about
your behaviour later.

My behaviour?

You know you're not
allowed to drink alcohol, Evie.

Now, eat.

Can I be excused?

We need
to get out of here.

The worst thing
we can do is run.

Trust me,
it'll look suspicious.

Trust you?

Your boss is murdered,
and then you disappear?

Think about it.

We just need
to keep our heads straight.

You don't get it, do you?
No, you've ruined my life.

You weren't supposed
to be there.

So this is my fault, is it?

No one saw us.

Nothing can prove we were there.

I highly doubt
the police will care

who killed a lowlife like him.

It's not the police
we have to be afraid of.

It's his whole family.

I'm sorry.

Oh...

Am I going to die?

I think you'll survive.

Please don't be angry.

Oh, I'm not angry, sweetheart.

-Here.
- Do you have my pin?

My hairpin?

It's not here.
It's not here.

Of course it's not.
You left it in his fucking neck!

- We're screwed.
- We're not screwed.

- It's fine.
- The pin has my name on it.

It has your name on it?

Engraved. It was a gift.

You said his family are bad.

How bad are they?

- Bad.
- How bad?

Jesus, Kate, really fucking bad.

The Saluccis
are criminally insane gangsters

who sell girls
and dope in shitty clubs,

and they kill people.

Horribly.

And if you cross them,

which we have done
in quite a big way,

their approach to revenge
is inhuman.

It's just a matter of time
before someone finds him.

We can go to the police.

We can try to explain
what happened.

Explain what?

That I stole your boss's money,

and then stabbed him in the neck

with your personalised
fucking hair accessory?

What the hell
are we meant to do?

Look, if something
happens to you,

the Saluccis
are gonna come here

and I--
we can't protect her.

Go out.
Meet your friends.

Act normal.

I'll take care of Evie.

Once she's safe,
I'll deal with the pin.

Just give us a moment.

Jasper, quiet.

What-- Oh, the Galloways.

One and two, hello.

Jasper, no.

Enough. Enough.

Jasper. Jasper, enough.

In your basket.
Christ almighty.

He's not normally like this.

It's only when Freddie
gets back from a shoot,

he, um, gets the scent
of death on him

and then that's it, he's off.

I mean, we can't take him
to the country place anymore

because he goes into the woods
and sniffs out

a bloody deer carcass.

- Do you shoot?
- I can't stand it.

All that senseless killing.

I mean, haven't we got
enough death in the world

without choosing to add more?

And now this flu.

- You couldn't write it.
-I know.

Bundling bodies
into mass graves.

Positively medieval.

I mean, maybe if the foreigners
had better hygiene,

it might not be necessary.

Now, take your coats off.

I'll have Elizabeth
fetch you some tea.

No, actually,
I-- I can't be stopping.

I'm-- I've just brought Evie by
to help clean up.

Well, darling,
that's not necessary, we've--

- See?
- No, I insist.

If she wants to go to parties,

she should have the manners
to tidy up afterwards.

Of course.

Evie, darling,
why don't you go upstairs

and find Alice,

while Mummy
and I talk downstairs.

Wait.

Be good.

Darling, are you all right?

Shall I have Elizabeth
fetch you something stronger?

No, I'm fine.

They're always with us,

those we've lost.

It's just...

If anything
were to happen to me,

Evie has no one.

Apart from Alice, of course.
She thinks of Alice as a sister.

Darling...

Evie is always welcome here.

Thank you. Thank you.

Sarge will see you now.

Sir,

I want to apologise.

- Last night--
- Did I say you could speak?

I could have you suspended.

Running out like that.

It'll never happen again, sir.

You might have
everyone else fooled

with your little "butter
wouldn't melt in my snatch" act.

Excuse me?

You lied yesterday...

about Sarah Fisher.

Scandalising a fellow woman
to save yourself.

Must have been
quite the performance.

I told the truth. She tried
to force herself on me.

I don't think
you know how to tell the truth.

I think you're ruthless,

manipulative,

and morally bankrupt.

And as you proved last night,
I think you're more than capable

of your share of violence.

If you're going to fire me,
just get on with it.

I'm not gonna fire you.

I'm going to use you,
and your talents.

There's a girl downstairs
we picked up

last night in the raid.

She won't give us her name,

but we think
she's an underage runaway.

Two weeks ago,
she was caught soliciting

on an army base in Romford.

The month before, she started
a fight in a West End brothel,

and every time we arrest her,
it's the same.

She won't say a bloody thing.

What do you want me to do?

Lie.

Find out her name.

Anything we can use
to track down her family.

If she's as young as she looks,

then we're duty-bound to
tell her parents we found her.

What makes you think
she'll speak to me?

Because beneath
that shiny new uniform...

you're just like her.

You enjoyed it, didn't you?

Last night...

watching me hurt
that Galloway woman.

Sir.

We have to release
the girl tonight,

so you don't have long.

Find out who she is.

Or pack your bags,
and crawl back

to whatever disgusting hole
you came from.

Dismissed.

Oh!

Silvio?

Son?

You two, search the place.

Check if he's passed out
under the bar.

I'll be outside.

Not to be found.

No sign of him, boss.

Right, well,
just get the money then.

Go on, fuck off.

Now, for the employment notices
of the week.

In this,
our great Parish of Soho.

The following club owners
auditioning for dancers.

Mr. Samuel Murray, of Murray's.

Mr. Ben White, of Jig's.

Mr. Frank Harris, of The Nest.

Mr. H. Edwards,
of the House of Saint Francis.

And Mr. J. Mortimer,
of Mortimer's.

You okay?
When did you get out?

This-- this morning.

What did they do to you?

- Billie.
- No, nothing.

It's, um-- it's just...

I have to tell you something.

You said she was dead.

I was three
when she gave me up.

- I never knew her.
- Jesus, Bills.

- How did she find you?
- We met up a year ago.

It didn't go well. I wrote
a letter to her afterwards.

But she never replied.

Does the kid
know who you are?

No.

- I'm fine.
-Are you?

Don't worry.

The money's gone.

We checked everywhere.

Do you think he's on a tear?

What, with all that cash,
I hope not.

Well,
you know what he's like.

Got a light?

Cheers.

You need to ask around
every train station,

pub, whorehouse.

Find out if anyone's seen him.

I'm sure he'll turn up.

Luca told me
they went out one time.

Just for a few pints.

Next day, they woke up
in Glasgow Nick.

You shouldn't believe
everything my brother tells ya.

When's he home?

God, you must be so proud.

Having a real hero
in the family.

- I heard he got gassed--
- You think I want to sit here,

making chitchat with you
while my son's missing?

Sorry, Damaso,
I didn't mean for--

Shut the fuck up!

I don't want another
fucking word out of your mouth

until you find my son.

Otherwise, I'm going to take

that tongue,

I'm going to fry it in a pan,

and I'm going
to feed it to my mother.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

-- Do you understand?
-- Yes, Damaso.

Did the pigs
take all the booze?

Yes, boss.

Right, let's get
out of here, then.

Bloody hell.

That damn thing
near gave me a heart attack.

What the fuck
did I just tell you?

You do not fucking
listen!

Ah! Try and talk now.

Try and fucking talk now, you--

Find my son!

Or find the fuckers
who took him!

For fuck's sake.

Hurry up.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

-Davies.
- Coming.

For God's sake,
how long does it--

Sir, I need a minute.

Come with me. Now.

I said now.

Get--
get fucking out of my cell!

Oh, fuck.

I bet you wish you got
Kensington and Chelsea now.

Hey?

Get your hands off me.

So, what you in for?

You got a smoke?

Are your ears
fucking blocked or something?

I said,
"Have you got a smoke?"

I've been up all night.
I'm gasping.

You haven't been
up all night.

Pow!

Oh, yeah.

Oy, look at that.

Kate!

Anne.

Hello.

- Is he-- are you-- I mean--
- Volunteering.

There's a few of us
helping out,

bringing them back
to their wives and families.

Um, grown men.

You'd think
they'd be able to handle

a few Scotch and sodas,
wouldn't you?

He'll have a sore head,

but he'll be right enough
in the morning.

Good for you.

Doing your bit.

Tom and I are just up
for the celebrations.

He's around here somewhere.

Do send my best.

Goodbye, Anne.

By the way,
I'm opening my own place.

You'll have to come by.

I'm glad
you're back on your feet.

If they found his body,
it was just a matter of time

before they worked out
it was us.

You can't be serious.

I've done pigs and sheep.

- Can't be that different.
- I think it's quite different.

What's wrong with your jaw?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

If you don't want to help,
you should go upstairs.

I'd understand.

Let me out.

Let me out!

Let me out!

I need a piss.

Knock yourself out.

I'm not a fucking animal.

Let me out.

I forgot,
you must be special.

Would Madam like a powder room?

What the hell are you doing?

What are you
gonna do, big man?

Hit me?

Go on then. Hit me.

Hit me.

Or are you just
a weak little bitch?

Didn't matter
if we were handling explosives.

Prick would come up
behind us while we were working.

Rubbing it in.
Having a good old swirl.

Half the time
you couldn't even notice,

it was that tiny.

- How tiny?
- Like a dog's lipstick.

Anyway, as soon as
the men started coming back,

he tossed us out like scrap.

Girls had lost fingers,
hands, eyes,

but it didn't matter to him.

He couldn't get rid of us
quick enough.

Screw him.

Never going back
to that shit hole.

Don't you have any family there?

No.

No one.

I had a sister.

She moved down here
a while ago.

But we lost touch.

Why?

I'll never know.

I can get you work.

What kind of work?

Depends what kind of
girl you are.

Come find me when you get out.

There's an alley
just off French Street.

You'll know
the place when you see it.

That where you're from?

No one's from Soho, love.

I'm Elephant and Castle.

Born and raised.

You can call me...

Lily.

What's it like
being blotto?

All I know
is it felt really good...

until this morning.

Your mum must have been
spitting feathers.

Not really.

She's being so weird.

Meaty.

Okay. Truth.

Are you okay...

Evie?

I'm fine.

Your turn.

-- Hail Osiris.
-- Hail Osiris.

-- King of the dead.
-- Who's that man?

Hail Osiris.

Oh, God. Not him again.
Daddy will go ballistic.

That's Mr. Huxley.

What are they doing?

Talking to her brother.

I thought
he died in the war.

Yeah. It's bloody creepy
if you ask me.

He gave her those cards.

He told her
they summon the dead.

Osiris, taker of life.

He says the dead
are always with us.

Oh, Osiris. Oh, Osiris.

Oh, Osiris, hear our call,
as we summon thee.

Summon thy spirit.

Osiris...

Meaty.

You have to go in there
and talk to them

for 30 seconds
using only the word "meaty."

No, no, no, no.
Let's just go up.

Don't.

Daddy's back.

Run!

I used to imagine
the things we might do together.

Like a normal
mother and daughter.

Theatre trips. Shopping.

Stroll in the park,
perhaps, feed the swans, but...

this?

You really outdone yourself.

How long
do you think this will last?

A month.

Maybe two.

Then what?

I have a child to support
and you can't dance forever.

You think I don't know that?

We have an opportunity here.

Wha-- what
are you talking about?

I saw how much that place
was making last night.

And it was a cesspit.

Don't you think
we could do it better?

You want to open a nightclub?

We're in the middle
of the biggest party

the world has ever seen.

Why should bastards
like him be the only ones

- who profit from it?
- Profit from it?

We've just cut
his fucking legs off, Kate.

We lease this place
for just a few weeks

and we can double our money.

Triple it.

You really are something,
aren't you?

You handle the entertainment

and I'll take care
of the rest.

No.

That's not even the risk, Kate.

It's you.

You're poison.

You ruin everything you touch.

I should have replied
to your letter.

I'm sorry.

I was scared.

But if this works,
and it will...

you'll be free
to do whatever you like.

I'm going there tomorrow.
Come with me.

Just take a look.

This is our chance, Billie.

I knew you had it in you.

Lily Lee, reported missing
by her family two years ago.

Sir, I did what you asked.

Where's my uniform? I want
to get back to my normal duties.

Sir...

please.

You have to earn it.

If you leave now,
don't bother coming back.

If you're going to work for me,
I need to know I can trust you.

Can I trust you?

Pathetic.

Have you ever taken dope?

Or is it
just pitiful desperation

that runs in your family?

Fuck you.

You heard
the good minister this morning.

We have a war on our hands.

Ever since
we made cocaine illegal,

the dealers have been
flooding the pubs and clubs.

We keep trying to insert
plainclothes officers

into these fucking sinkholes,

but unfortunately
the kind of men who join

the City of London Police

don't tend to blend
into the background.

However, a certain
kind of woman...

might go unnoticed in ways
that a man could not.

In places that a man could not.

I understand.

It's not exactly
the kind of work you imagined,

but we all make sacrifices.

Sacrifices?

Plainclothes work
is the only way

of infiltrating these places.

I don't see you
on the street playing a whore.

Your dedication to the force
would not go unnoticed.

Or unrewarded.

Upstairs have their doubts
over inexperience.

But after your little
performance today...

I have convinced them
to give you a try.

I think
you'll be rather believable.

If I get my throat cut,
there's no one to miss me.

- When will I start?
-You already have.

You want me to use her?

She trusts you.

She works the clubs.
She knows all the wrong types.

If we let her back out
onto the streets,

she is your way in.

I joined the police

to help girls like her,
not exploit them.

Sometimes...

we have to be bad
to be good, Miss Davies.

The choice is yours.

Well, what do you think?

This is wild. Even for you.

Where are you getting the money?

Her husband's life insurance.

So she's fronting it all?

Yeah, we'll be partners.

You'll be like
every other Black woman

working for
their white boss.

Look, it doesn't matter
if she's full of shit.

She'll be gone
in a couple of weeks.

And it'll be ours.

Ours?

Women running a club,
you'll be a target.

We'll be pioneers.

It'll be our stage.
Total freedom.

We could perform
whatever we want.

This isn't freedom.

What's the alternative?

Spending the rest of your life

singing and tap dancing

to the sound
of coffee and cutlery.

I thought
you wanted more than that.

I want something that's mine.

Sarah, wait.

Here. What I owe you.

I got paid.

A clear conscience
will cost you more than that.

- I had no choice.
- Of course you did.

You have money, a house.

It's not good enough.

We were arrested, force-fed.

Some women even died.

Not just for their freedom,
for yours, too.

Do you not understand
the meaning of solidarity?

I don't have the luxury.

I'm just trying to survive.

If it helps you sleep at night.

You scared me.

You are all wet.

I wasn't sure
what time you'd be home,

but this is perfect.

Sit.

It's her special
shepherd's pie.

She thinks it's amazing,
but it's rank.

You just have to pretend.

Now, I know shepherd's pie
isn't exactly gourmet...

but this isn't
your average shepherd's pie.

Carrots.

Well...

it's been
quite the 24 hours.

For all of us.

But I thought it would be
nice to eat together.

Raise a glass.

And for Evie and I
to say thank you.

Thank you, Billie.

For everything.

To the future.

Whatever it may hold.

Would you ever lie to me?

Of course not.

Why would you
even ask me that?

Was Daddy a good man?

Your father was a wonderful man.

And he loved you more
than anything else in the world.

And I do, too.

You're the only thing
that matters to me.

Hello, Frankie.

What do you want?

Surely you won't make
an old lady eat alone.

Listen.

The raid last night
wasn't my fault.

Somebody called it in.

There was no time to warn you.

And the money?

What about it?

It's gone.

Along with my grandson.

I don't know
anything about that.

I swear.

What are we
paying you for, then?

I'm sorry.

But I can't help you anymore.

I'm done.

You know...

I used to help my father

look after our sheep
in the mountains.

We would stay up there for weeks
protecting the flock.

But wolves come with many faces.

One night...

my father's brother
crept up the mountain

and shot us both
in our sleep.

He wanted to steal our land.

So, he made sure
my father was dead

and left our bodies
for the wolves.

But he didn't think
to check on me.

I dragged myself
through the snow.

Following my uncle's tracks.

And by the time
I found him...

I was nearly starving
with hunger.

You should never eat an animal
that died when it was afraid.

You can taste the fear
in the meat.

Hm.

Sometimes, Frankie,

that is
the sweetest flavour of all.

You see...

in Sicily, land is power.

Now Soho is my land, Frankie.

And I want to know...

who is trying
to take it from me?

It needs
a little updating on the inside,

but it's such a vibrant area.

The lease is for the whole
building.

Four floors in total.

The new club
is off Brewer Street.

It's called The 33.

A girl from Danton's
is opening it.

Silvio Salucci
used to run that place.

Now, he's missing.

There are
bigger things at stake.

He's your grandson.

Welcome home.

Welcome home...

Brother.

We'll find him.

Together.

Someone
must be hiding something.

So get yourself in there.

That bastards
sold us fucking water.

We need to
rob a restaurant.

We're not robbing
a restaurant.

We could rob the police.

- Do you want a job?
- Yeah.

Whatever you find out,

just bring it straight to me, understood?

Well, you just got home.

You should focus
on your wife and kids.

Let you get on with business?

And we both know
I'll be running it.

If they knew,
we'd already be dead.

We just need to treat them
like anyone else.

Anyone else?

How many other people
have vested interest

in cutting out our tongues,
Kate?

The ritual is complex
and not for the faint of heart.

Hail Osiris, King of the Dead,
Renewer of Life.

Lord Osiris.

Hail Osiris,
Lord of Silence.

If you want to reopen,
you're going to need to pay.

For what?

Protection.

I'm in.