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Jemmy!

Drop the hammer, Jemmy,
drop the hammer!

That's enough.

Have a drink of that.

Fifty seconds and fucking counting.

Show him what colour his blood is, Jemmy!

Step away. What's the matter with you?

Kill him, Jemmy!

Go down. You're spent.

I killed a man once. Go down.

Fuck you, savage.

Knock him down.

Knock him out.

- Three, four, five…
- Get up. Get up, eh?

- …six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
- Jemmy!

Knockout!

The winner is Hezekiah Moscow!

Go back to your bad land, you savage!

Go back to where you came from!

- Fucking cheat.
- Go the fuck home.

- We'll fucking kill ya!
- Out of the way. Go on.

Stomper!

Oi, fucker!

Take it. Go on,
get out of here. Go.

We'll fucking kill you!

- Move!
- I'll kill him.

Watch yourself.

Alec!

It's not Hezekiah or Alec.

It's Hezekiah and Alec.

Always.

Hey.

- Huh?
- Wake up.

Is it you they sent
to take me down to hell?

Or are you just here
to make sure that I'm dead?

Hey.

It's your destiny to die in the ring,

Sugar Goodson.

We're closed on account
of I don't want to open.

Treacle, open the door.

Your brother.

What's left of him.

If you leave him out here, he'll die.

Come on, bring him in.

- Okay.
- Put him on the table.

Stick a log on the fire,
I'll give him brandy.

No, I drink whisky.

Yeah, and nothing else
but for the past year.

Good boy.

Come on, help me get his boots
off, see if his toes are blue.

You sold your socks for whisky?

Well, I drink Jack Mac's whisky.

Yeah, he also sells it
to rub on horses.

So get me some more real fucking whisky!

Put him to bed and give him soup.

Why'd you help him?

I'd rather die on the cobbles
than be in debt to you.

If there is any debt,
I will collect it in the ring.

But me don't fight flyweights.

Watch my whisky.

What's going on, Treacle?

Why has the prodigal son returned?

Just give me a hand to get him into bed.

He's staying?

Only until he's dry.

Well, your funeral.

Esme.

When I look at you, I see an image
of a man that I loved and lost,

so I don't care to look.

And that's enough visitors for tonight.

Esme, wait.

The past is done.

Not for everyone.

My name is Miss Swinney,
of the Wiltshire Swinneys.

I'd like to make a withdrawal.

Excuse me, Madam.

Do you have your paperwork?

Of course.

Hmm.

Well, this all seems to be in order.

Please follow me.

Sign here.

Miss Cottam! Er, my clerk, Miss Cottam,
will be joining us.

She's new. I'm teaching her the ropes.

In these absurd modern times of ours,

it seems women and girls think
they can enter any profession.

Well, I'm inclined to agree.

Ah, Miss Cottam.

Now the number of the boxes
where your items are stored?

Forty-five and six.

Certainly.

Colt 45, six shooter.

Mathilda, what are you doing?
She's got a gun.

Yeah, and you've got the master key
and you're gonna use it.

Now while Mathilda was learning the ropes,

she was also learning the contents.

- Go.
- Okay.

Number 23, number 38, number 47
are the gold items and pearls.

We ain't got all day. Open 'em up.

Open 'em up!

The guards will be round soon.

Now the rubies and semi-precious.

Number 79 and 91.

- Here.
- Come on, David, love, hurry up.

Sorry, I don't remember
what came after 79.

After 79 comes 91.

Aw, there you are, the man in charge,
you can't remember.

She's just a girl, bottom rung
of the ladder, she don't forget a thing.

World's gotta change, David.

Hmm.

Random, what's in 32?

- Love letters.
- Hmm.

Well, fuck 32.

That's all the good stuff in here.

Mathilda,

I could've made you happy here.

Well, yeah.

But like she said,
the world's gotta change.

Stop them!
Stop them, I say! Thieves!

I said stop them! Somebody!

Come back here!

All the diamonds and really expensive
stuff was kept in the safe.

Yeah, yeah, this will do it for now.

We, uh, just need…

a bit of collateral.

Don't want us showing up
in the newspapers.

Collateral for what?

For the dawn of a new era, Alice.

♪ A sinner, come home ♪

Get your masks
for All Hallows' Eve!

Get your masks!

♪ Come home ♪

♪ You who are weary come home ♪

No straight line.

A great big fucking circle.

Doctor said to stay in bed,

'cause there's a chance you'll take
a dive if you stand up.

Did he say what I've got?

He drinks three bottles of Jack Mac's
liniment a day and asks what he's got.

You've got fuck all, Sugar.

No money, no prospects, no friends.

How long was I gone away?

You don't even know how long. Jesus.

You've been on the cobbles for what,
12 months, more. I stopped counting.

Has Mary been around?

No.

She and her mother belong
to Indigo Jeremy now.

What about him?

He keeps the lodging house all to himself.

Since he was banned from boxing
in the West End,

he makes his bread and butter
fighting on the barges.

He's a man lost to darkness.

You and him are twins.

- Why is Esme here?
- Get some sleep.

What, you fucking her?

Since Marianne left for Ireland,
Esme's been helping me.

I give her money and shelter.

It's obvious what you get in return.

In return?

She tells me where to be.

She tells me what time
the barrels will arrive.

She tells me what day it is.

She tells me that the blue devil
in the corner is just an old man sleeping.

'Cause since the fucking beating
you gave me, Sugar…

I need a fucking Esme around me.

Because you left half of my senses
on that pub floor.

Doctor said to take these.

Well, I drink whisky.

So fuck off.

Well, he said these are better
for what you've got.

Well, like you said,

I've got fuck all.

Yeah.

What you've got is a brother
with a soft heart.

That's the way to do it.

- Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
- Get your fresh chestnuts!

- May I have a bag?
- Of course you can, sir.

There you are. Enjoy them.
Have a good day.

What can I get you?

How are you doing, Belle?

Keep the husband talking for a little
bit longer and I can get him as well.

Hmm.

Can I warm my hands?
It's fucking freezing.

Of course you can, my lovely.

Lovely weather
we're having, don't you think, sir?

Yes.

- Madam.
- A little chilly for my liking.

There you are, sir.

You enjoy it. Have a good warm up.

Thank you very much.

Help! Police!

Stop that woman!
She has my gold watch and chain!

Shit.

Get her!

Stop that woman!

Come back here!

Hey!

Oi! Come back here!

Oi! Let me past!

Stop her!

If you don't wanna spend the night
in Holloway, get in.

Stop, thieves!

Fucking hell, Mary.

Where the fuck did you come from?

You have a strange way
of saying thank you.

Do you need help with your arm, Belle?

Don't need your help anymore, Mary.

We've managed well enough without you.

Well, that's not what
it looked like to me.

You don't just need help, you need a plan.

But most of all, you need a queen,

the best queen
the Forty Elephants ever had.

One big fucking circle.

We have a reason to come back here.

What reason?

This one.

Greetings on this All Hallows' Eve, Esme.

- Where is everybody?
- We are everybody.

Mary, your letter said you
just wanted a social reunion

on All Hallows' Eve
to talk about old times.

Yeah.

To old times.

Yeah, but the minute you walked
through that door,

I could see you've got your
business face on and it scares me.

Mmm, me too.

What the fuck does that look mean?

- Where's Treacle?
- Upstairs in bed.

I heard he suffers headaches.

Since he took his beating, he talks
to the fire. He sees devils in the mirror.

He's so broke he don't notice
your fingers in the till.

What happened to Treacle's wife?

Marianne went back to Ireland.

She has gone to nurse her dying mother.

And the minute she goes off
to do good work,

Esme slips into her place
to lend him a hand.

Lends him parts
other than just her hand, I bet.

Oh, Mary still knows more about
everyone else than she does about herself.

By the way, how was New York?

Oh, right, you never made it, did you?

I only ask about Treacle
because while we're all gathered,

I wanted to speak
about something that's just for us.

If all goes well, the way will be clear
for a new venture.

All right, drink your whisky and fuck off.

You, Esme, are suffering from a distinct
lack of ambition. All of you are.

But we're not dead, we're not in jail.

She looks like she knows something.

Well, she always knows something.

Oh, hark at the sorcerer's apprentice.

Oh, I've missed this.

What exactly did you come here for,
Mary Carr?

Mary, come on.

Tell the others what you told me.

Girls, wait till you hear.

- Holy fuck.
- That's enough, Alice.

I have a plan.

And if you're in, then
and only then will I tell you everything.

Come on, Belle, we're leaving.

Right, go on then.

Plenty of women in London in need of £300
apiece in return for one night's work.

Maybe a half day here and there.

Some dressing up, some forgery,
some of this, some of that.

Some sitting, and laughing, and drinking,

and marvelling at how our betters can
be so stupid. You remember how it was.

Well, that's… What, you're all still here?

Here we go.

It'll take more than empty promises
to convince us, Mary.

And a pair of fucking earrings.

First I have
to get something ready.

I heard Treacle's not the only man
in the house tonight.

One of my many little birds told me,
Sugar is back in a blue coat.

Two chains to break…

Then I can go home, brother.

It's all right.

I know you're not real.

Yeah, that's right, I'm not.

The tablets have a real gold coating.

I think that's why they cost more.

They give you happy illusions.

Oh, and I'm your happy illusion.

Your hands are cold.

Treacle won't light the fires
because there's no one here.

I told him if you light the fires
people might come.

He's mean.

He puts numbers on the logs.

He'll drive this poor pub into the ground.

Fuck me.

You are real.

When I'm a ghost you're not afraid,
when I'm real you are.

What are you doing here?

Digging ditches, laying pipes,
running wires, getting prepared.

What for?

You're gonna get better?

Morally no.

Good. I'm gonna need you.

You've been drunk for months.

There's a king now,
the other side of the river.

The Forty Elephants have closed down.

Now's the time to wake up.

Sugar.

I need you back as the man you once was.

I can't find a fucking cure for the booze.

Tablets don't work.

I've considered the river.

Right.

I need you to swear.

Beer only.

What, until you don't need me anymore?

Until this thing is done.

What thing?

The thing that begins tonight, Sugar.

♪ Hilo Johnny stand your ground ♪

♪ Sing, you Blackbird ♪

- You think?
- Hey?

♪ Sing, you Blackbird ♪

♪ Oh, Hilo Johnny, stand your ground ♪

♪ Blackbird sung unto the crow ♪

♪ Away! Hey! Sally! ♪

♪ It's soon I'll be taking you in tow ♪

♪ Oh, Hilo Johnny, stand your ground ♪

♪ Sing, you Blackbird
Sing your song ♪

♪ Sing, you Blackbird ♪

Evening, Mother.

Successful day?

Didn't trouble the safe,
didn't want any fuss.

How much?

Hundred and fifty.

Then be a good little girl and take
your takings to your benevolent employer.

He's dying to see you.

Come in, Mary.

Always on time. Good girl.

Indigo.

It's all real?

Of course.

No diamonds.

I didn't have a safe cracker.

You see, this is my theory proven
about men and women.

Women can gang up in a draper's store
and sweep the place clean.

A woman can turn the tears on
with a copper

or scream in the face
of a shopkeeper's apprentice.

But get 'em to do
something intellectual or dexterous,

needing wit and patience…

like cracking a safe…

The woman says, "I need Papa."

In this new way of doing things
we agreed on,

a clear distinction will be drawn…

…as to what men do…

and what women do.

Men piss standing up.
Women piss sitting down.

God's law.

Don't try and change it.

I get 10% of the profits from
all my engagements, remember?

Oh. Oh, "engagements."
That's what you call it, is it?

Well, look.

I've had an idea.

About you and me.

Just checking the size.

We agreed we would conduct
our business as if we were both gentlemen.

Words don't make you a man.

It's okay, Mary. I'm not proposing.

Not yet.

Before you buy a horse,
you ride it first, right?

The natural way for a man
and a woman to be in God's eyes.

He above.

She below.

I need you to get below, Mary.

- Brother, Indigo. Come and look.
- Fuck off.

There's a mummer.

A mummer's come to bless us on Halloween.

- He wants to wish you luck. Come on.
- Tell him to fuck off.

No, no.

Indigo.

We're starting a new venture, you and me.

And this is… this is a sign.

It's a good omen.

Just open the door.

Give him a drink.
It's good luck.

Drink this.

And then fuck off.

For Alec.

Is he dead, Mary?

Yeah, he's… …he's dead.

Fuck.

Too late for a doctor.

Call a mortician.

Call the coppers.

Don't trouble the coppers with this.

Those who are left will want
to avenge this killing themselves.

Whoever did this, we will find the fucker.

I will string him up,
and we will gut him like a fucking pig.

Well, go on, then. Fucking go after him!

You two. Go help him with it.

Careful, careful, careful, careful.

Take his head.

Got the key to the safe
when I was sobbing over his body.

You could have made a living
on the stage, Mary.

Cobbles are my stage.

You and I have an arrangement.

If you overstep the line too soon,
we'll both lose.

With the king gone,
they'll fight amongst themselves.

And just when they're tired of fighting,

we will introduce them
to the queen of all elephants.

Queen Mary.

We will no longer work for the men.
The men will work for us.

And to make that happen,
you leave the drawing of lines to me.

One last chain.

Then I can go home, Brother.

- Now that's done, I wanted to say...
- There is nothing to say.

We both wanted the same man dead.

Him dead.

Our arrangement worked.

You're free.

And what about you?

Who is he?

The man who killed my family.

Hez, you can't come back from this.

I am already damned.

I feel a pulse.

You can feel mine.

One more chain, then I'll go home.

- Hey, be careful with that.
- All right.

This is it. This is home.

I have a customer for you.
They need a place to stay.

The rooms are gone.

Ghosts don't pay rent.

Show him, Duval.

I just need shelter.

Where he get his gold?

In Paris, we robbed banks.

So him a criminal.

I'm an anarchist.

We fight for the people
against the greed of the unjust few.

He just watched his father die.

The French police shot him like a dog.

- You take pity on him, Hezekiah.
- I don't want pity.

You want revenge.

My apologies, Mr. Murtagh.

When I make requests, they come as
an extension of Her Majesty the Queen.

It'd be wise to do as you're asked
and to arrive on time. Go on.

I've had word
that a boat landed last night,

potentially carrying dangerous contraband.

Could be the Frenchman you're looking for.

And if they came from France,
then he was smuggled by the river.

That's a network with cracks.

Anarchism is a quiet movement
until it strikes.

And Charles Duval is a skilled man
renowned for striking.

And I hear he has a taste for dynamite.

Imagine, if you will, Officer Brenner,
dynamite finding its way into Wapping.

I want to know everything
that happens in the East End,

and if there is even a hint of dissent,
your head will be the first to roll.

Just find him.

Dear Lord…

on this holiest of days,

please help me to start a new beginning.

Please help me to get through.

Please help me
to resist the temptation.

But I do not have the strength.

Please give me the strength.

Please.

Mr. Moscow.

Do you remember me?

- Yes. Victoria Davies.
- Yeah.

And you are here? In Wapping.

I came to find you, actually.

I learned that since the fight,
you have not put your gloves back on.

In, uh… In the places
where I fight these days,

no gloves are allowed.

Miss Davies, I…
I have business to attend to.

Sorry. I-I have to…

He-Hezekiah.

You should know that the death
of your opponent was not your fault.

Buster Williams was already sick
from a thousand blows.

Yours was just the last one.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I have a proposition for you.

This is my address.

A friend of mine needs someone
to teach him how to box.

Thank you, Miss Davies,

but I'm booked on a ship that leaves
for Jamaica next week, so…

Ah.

Well, I will be waiting for you
on Saturday.

I bought you a gift.

I hope it will remind you who you are.

All you have to do, Hezekiah Moscow,
is the thing you were born to do.

You have a choice.