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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 colonize 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.

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 behavior later.

My behavior?

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.

Am I going to die?

I think you'll survive.

Please don't be angry.

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 personalized 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 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.

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 can't be stopping.

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 apologize.

- 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.

Scandalizing 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.

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 morning.

What did they do to you?

- Billie. - No, nothing. It's� 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!

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 fucking out of my cell!

Oh, fuck.

I bet you wish you got Kensington and Chelsea now.

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.

- 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.

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.

Theater 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.

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.

Sometimes, Frankie,

that is the sweetest flavor 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, my son.

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.