All language subtitles for Harlots - 03x03 - Episode 3.TBS

You burned my house down.
I don't care what you like.

My sister had a score
to settle in the tavern.

John Kelly, ready for
your next big fight?

Just a friendly reminder that the walls

and black men have ears.

Resist from within and
they cannot hurt you.

An escape!

Sophia's married to the footman.

She says she's happy.

You've brought me into a molly house.

A Wells in my house?
There's only one place left.

As you are in such dire straits.

You can have your dirty money

and you never come near me, my girls,

or my family ever again.

Now fly away home.

You win.

How would you grow this?

You don't own the floor you stand on.

You need to invest.

How do you recon to do that?

America.

There's land for sale.

♪ Harlots 3x03 ♪
Episode 3

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It's definitely her.

What do you think she wants?

So even hell spat you out?

It seems hell has been
visited on this house.

No one died, if that's
what you're hoping.

I'm here to see Charlotte.

You'll have to crawl through me first.

Then please send her my love.

You can change the face
you present to the world,

but you can't change your putrid soul.

Stay away!

Oh, don't stop!

- Talk with me.
- I think it's best I don't.

There's the sky to observe,
the weather to deliberate.

I'm not your chat mate.

Don't spoil it.

Ooh, good lass.

Oh, yes.

Nearly there.

Sorry.

We'll fit a fair few in tonight.

I'm gonna make you a mint.

I got my money back. Tonight's for you.

What of repairs, loss of earnings?

I get to make my champion.
That's all I need.

We'll split the takings then.

We'll see.

I'll fight you if I have to.

Come on then.

Watch. There you go... ooh!

Is this to be the main event?

Your Ladyship.

Looking forward to shaking
St. James from his slumber?

Very much.

I want the world to hear about tonight,

especially Sophia.

I want her to know that
there's no scandal so great

that she can't come home.

There might be if any
constables pay us a visit.

What can they do?

I'm a member of the nobility

hosting a private
party for a few friends.

This way, madam.

Lady Isabella Fitzwilliam,

I followed you and your
daughter's adventures intently,

such bravado.

I see you lack for none, madam.

Elizabeth Harvey my
new business partner.

And friend.

This is my Pa.

Ah!

Well you, sir, are a very well-made man.

She's in gentlemen's clothing.

Aren't we all?

You must be Charlotte.

I have silks that would light up London

were you to lend your radiance to them.

Is now really the time
to be flogging our wares?

It's always the time.

Lucy tells me that you're master
of ceremonies this evening.

I have just the jacket for you.

Huh.

So be keen but not too keen.

Mmm, make them fret
that we'll walk away.

Oh.

It's the only way to buy land.

Just like handling a cull then.

No, Emily, he's a
respectable businessman.

Which means we can't
take a whore with us.

Fuck off. I'm the conduit.

- Half-wit.
- Where have you been?

Sliding his pole up Charlotte Wells.

She rivals Shakespeare for her tales.

Let's go.

Emily, you're staying here.

I'll, uh, tell you all about it, puppy.

- Oh, don't puppy me.
- Oh.

And you can knead your own
doughy dick from now on.

What have you done to your face?

You look like one of my dollies.

Please don't.

Best get used to a
stranger's touch, my dear.

I like her. She has spark.

I don't want to stay here.

Unfortunately, we have no choice.

But I can help.

I'm ready to earn.

Wonderful girl.

If you will trust me,

I have a plan to protect you
from the paws of humdrum men.

- But, Mrs. May...
- Oh, forget that ghoul.

You're far more precious than
to be spent on mere subsistence.

When the time is right, you
will earn an instant fortune.

Nothing less.

Is there truth to Emily's words?

That whore jabbers drivel.

You're a fool for listening.

I want to brain Charlotte Wells,

not bed her.

All right, steady. There you go.

Say hello to Hardwick.

Don't let my pa see that.

Didn't I say it would
fit? I have an eye.

And the color becomes you.

- How much?
- It's a gift.

Excuse me, Miss Harvey.

The man won't give you credit,
says he doesn't know you.

Oh, for goodness sake.

He knows me. Put the account in my name.

Thank you, Lucy.

The account goes in her name.

Thank Mrs. Harvey for me, but
I can't accept this from her.

It's my gift.

Can't a daughter treat
her pa from time to time?

I'll treasure it.

What is this place, really?

I told you, it's a tailors

where I'm offered as an extra frill.

It works for me, and it works for them.

A bientôt, Mr. North.

Love you, Pa.

I don't think that helped.

Lydia Quigley can't hurt me.

I have no secrets anymore.

Don't you?

She can find weakness in a rock.

Don't underestimate her.

I've no space left in
my head for that vampire.

Make some.

She was asking for you.

What can she do?

Charles has vanished. Her house
is gone. She has nothing.

A cut snake's more likely to strike.

She needs a dress, shoes.

You said yourself she has spark.

You should consider it an investment.

Very well.

But get her rutting.
Don't be soft on her...

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Or she'll go the way of
Charles and Charlotte.

If you don't find her culls, I will.

I'm dead.

Died Friday last.

"Miss Catherine Bottomley,

step-daughter of Reverend
Bottomley of Barford,

succumbed to a fever
caught tending the poor."

Your own family have
written your obituary.

Ooh, monsters!

This is good news.

How?

I'm dead to my family,
about to become a whore,

and living in the home
of a merciless bawd.

They won't seek you out.

They can't send you back to Bedlam.

You're free.

This is it.

We're looking for a Mr. Jonas Young.

You found him.

Sorry to intrude on your breakfast,

but we're the types of fellows
who spy an opportunity and act.

We're here to buy the land.

You don't need to deal with anyone else.

This is an ambush, gentlemen.

We only arrived last night.

We're yet to wash the
sea salt from our skin.

Well, you sell to us,
you needn't unpack.

Company so soon?

I must look half dead.

What do you know of America?

We fought the French there,
spilled blood on that land.

And now we want to own a piece of it.

Will you work it yourselves?

We plan to parcel most of it up,

sell it on to men
who'll bring it to life.

As the Good Book says, in
the parable of the talents,

"Spread your wealth."

It's a fine plan.

Where is the money to
finance it coming from?

I'm in pistols and muskets.

My brother and I are
in the tavern trade.

All aspects of the tavern trade?

Food, drink, and lodging, madam.

What about company?

There are always people to talk to.

My wife is an astute business woman.

I wouldn't make a move
without her approval.

We admire your enterprise, gentlemen,

but we need to see
the color of your cash.

"I have no secrets anymore",

she says with a whore
languishing in her bed.

Why must you always
speak the awkward truth?

Someone has to.

Very well.

Where you're concerned,
I'm a shameless liar.

What is it?

It's my brother.

Neither of them look like him.

It's his way of telling
me that he's returned.

I'm being warned.

Damn him.

- I want to.
- You are not my servant.

But I am. You bought me.

My money buys your secrecy.

In this room, I want a lover,

a match.

I can suggest more edifying
material, should you wish.

Hmm. I like to read about
myself, the stories they make up.

You?

It's Mr. Croft, isn't it?

I've heard you speak.

If I could just pay for my fitting.

Certainly.

Five guineas.

For your discretion.

I like those boys.

Clawed their way up
from the gutter, like me.

They thought you were religious.

If only they knew.

I need to find my children.

I know.

And I'm coming with you.

I'll wait outside, wherever, but
you cannot walk the streets alone.

I know these streets
better than I know myself.

But you may be recognized.

With me, you're safe.

You're Mrs. Margaret Young.

Say your lines, meet their eyes,

hold yourself like a queen...

And you will be a sensation.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Behold Venus, born this day full-grown,

goddess of all forms of love.

"Since I have hemmed thee here

within the circuit of this ivory pale,

I'll be a park, and
thou shalt be my deer."

"Feed where thou wilt,
on mountain or in dale.

Graze on my lips, and
if those hills be dry,

stray lower where the
pleasant fountains lie."

You have something for me?

I simply love macaroons.

You've been trading. I want my cut.

Furnishing Golden Square has
made such demands on my purse.

I know you like dolls.

Do you think I'm the village idiot?

Pay me cash or I'll send
someone round to break your legs.

Do you seek bids, madam, for her time,

dare I hope, her virginity?

Gentlemen, this is an announcement

that Kate is born this day and
none of you are worthy of her.

Name your price.

Your credit is no good with me, sir.

You stole my girl.

Mmm.

Well, I'll pay for them both,

double what you're imagining.

You can't begin to
guess what I'm imagining.

You're not good enough for this angel.

How you have fallen, Mrs. Quigley,

hawking your stock like a costermonger.

Oh, child, how delightful.

Do not bother to seek me out,
Anne, when he casts you aside.

Did he not offer us a fortune?

Nothing near it.

But word about you will
spread now like a thatch fire.

Are you going to the event
at St. James this evening?

We know nothing of it.

It is a rumored prizefight

hosted by Lady Isabella
Fitzwilliam, of all people.

A glimpse of your charge
would make my evening.

We'll consider it.

I do enjoy a little sport
from time to time.

Cocks.

Looks like the truce still holds.

Mmm, don't delude yourself.

They're stewing, licking
their wounded pride.

Keep your wits about you.

We've hooked him.

One more fishing trip,
and we'll land him.

I don't care anymore.

Emily, we need you.

He has a shrewish wife
that you have to charm.

Wives don't tend to like me.

She will if you gossip with her.

Oh, I don't want to gossip!

You're the ace up our sleeve,

the salt to the dish we serve.

Keep talking.

The star in my east.

You like Mr. Croft, don't you?

He sees things differently,

sees a more equal world
beyond rich and poor.

He thinks we can change
things. Imagine that.

Be careful, my sweet.

This was my world and everything to me.

What's happened?

- Fanny!
- Mrs. Wells!

- Is it really you?
- Oh, my best girl.

You're still here. What's happened?

Oh, dear, don't worry. No one was hurt.

- Where's my children?
- I'll find them.

I'll find them for you.

I'll be safe here.

I'll get a coach back to you.

And I won't be seen.

Fanny, no one,

no one must know I'm here.

Of course not.

Mr. North's in the kitchen.

Careful.

Margaret.

We're all safe and well.

Tell me about the fire.
How did that start?

Nancy said that she
fell asleep downstairs,

knocked over a candle.

Doesn't sound like her.

How in God's name did you
manage to return so soon?

I got married.

You took another man's name?

It was the only way.

Mom!

Jacob!

My girls.

Fuck me to America and back.

Oh, Charlotte.

Let me see you.

- Your business, sir?
- Mrs. Lennox.

She's not in.

Who was that?

Lord Leadsom.

- It's all right. I sent him away.
- What?

Well, you don't want to
see him again, do you?

He's my best payer. Please
don't meddle with my business.

I didn't think bawds took culls.

They do if they pay five guineas a turn.

That funds her children's schooling

and pays most of the bills in the house.

So how did you meet him?

He bought me as an indentured servant,

wanted me to cook his meals.

You can't cook.

Bet she didn't have to.

I'm a harlot. I did what I had to.

I feel sorry for him,
played like a fiddle.

Lydia Quigley in Bedlam.

- What has that done to her?
- Forget her.

That part of our life's over.

And I own her house, so we won.

My clever girls.

My handsome boys.

So you're back for good, Ma?

I just wanna know what
Ma's cooking for dinner.

They're beautiful.

To go with your new dress.

You shouldn't be indulging me.

They're a token of my gratitude.

You woke me from a nightmare,

brought me back to life.

How are you gonna get
rid of your husband?

More important, how are we
gonna keep the law off you?

We could all be hanged
for harboring you.

I haven't thought beyond my
own worry this whole year.

Maybe London's not the place for us.

You mean America? Not for Jacob and me,

unless you want us as house
boys for you and your husband.

No! No.

Like I said, I haven't thought.

I have to go.

I shall return tomorrow.

You can tell me all about your boxing.

You're going back to Mr. Young?

I have to.

He'll be worried.

And we have been all year.

I'll make it right.

I've missed her. I have.

But this past year, I've
been able to breathe.

- I know.
- She takes over.

She wants us to go to America.

She's always done what
she thinks is best for us.

Yet chose this life.

Fate chose it and for her too.

You think I'm a terrible person.

I can see it.

You can't beat me. I'm
fucking Isaac Pincher.

What?

Makes no sense, but I
can't keep my hands off him.

It's good when it's like that.

What's America like, Mr. Young?

Is it very big?

The size cannot be grasped.

Try me. I'm good at grasping size.

You remind me of my wife.

Ah, our friends are back

with delightful reinforcements.

I'm Mrs. Margaret Young.

And you are?

Mrs. Young, I have a... a...
a gift for you, for a lady:

the finest muff pistol
modeled by my own hand.

It is a beauty, Mr. Chadwick.

I shall treasure it in my muff.

What's the matter with you?

And this I propose as our deposit.

Gold for ground.

I think they're serious,
don't you, my dear?

Perhaps the, uh, young
lady might like some air?

Hmm.

You're meant to be dead!

Shh. You never saw me.

How are you here? You were hanged!

I've got a slippery neck.

Is this genuine, or
are you two duping us?

No, it's real,

and you're shrewd to chase it.

Breathe a word

and I'll make sure that your boys
lose their chance at this land.

Now, you go about your
business and I'll go about mine

and we'll both be happy.

So long as we make the purchase.

Still a conniving cat.

Can't touch you, Mrs. Wells.

More tricks up your
sleeve than a conjurer.

She always said she'd rather
eat maggots than marry.

I wish she had.

She never makes it easy.

That's Mags. Pain in the ass.

I've dreamt of this
moment, longed for it.

Yet now I feel like she's
put me head through a mangle.

Just be grateful, Will.

You look beautiful.

You look lovely too.

The new Kate Bottomley.

No, not Bottomley.

If I'm dead to my family,
then they're dead to me.

I want to be called Quigley.

You made a good proposal and
we're keen to be homeward bound,

so I'll happily sell to you.

Well, we should celebrate.

There is the most extraordinary
night in the offing in St. James,

pugilism hosted by a scandalous lady

and a renowned courtesan,
Miss Charlotte Wells.

I love a boxing match.
Uh, would you mind, Margaret?

You're not too tired from the journey?

Too tired to sleep.

I'll have the deeds drawn up,
and we can all sign them tonight.

Ah.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.

Be sure to take a look
at tonight's contenders,

two potent pugilists.

Undefeated in 28 bouts,
champion John "Killer" Kelly,

and challenger Jack "The Lad" Lively.

Mr. North.

You're the main attraction,
as far as I can see.

- You like boxing, Mrs. Harvey?
- I like boxers.

Uh, I can see you don't need me.

I didn't realize it would
be such a crowded affair.

I'd rather be alone with you.

There's my Mr. Croft.

This isn't the tailor's, Fredo.

Ready to greet your guests?

I am now.

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

Yes, bravo.

And thank you, Lady Isabella,
for this magnificent venue.

Who will be her champion, the
Lad Lively or Killer Kelly?

Place your bets!

What are you doing here?

I wanted to present to you my daughter.

Kate Quigley, pleased to meet you.

We've been rather starved
of society of late. Hmm.

Then enjoy your evening.

I was going to throw her out.

Mmm, ignore her.

I think she finally has cracked

and found a poor mad girl to boot.

Mrs. Young, I presume.

Nance!

Oh, oh!

He's bigger than I thought.

- Big means slow.
- Yeah.

Wish I was fighting Loathsome.

I happen to know he's bet
very heavily against you.

- Is that so?
- Mmm.

The dog is going to die!

Do we have 20 on Lively?

Do you have a tip for me, Mr. Croft?

Mr. Croft, you've been hiding from me.

Come and pour me some punch.

- What are you doing?
- Saving him

and all of us from your puppy dog eyes.

You keep close to Chadwick.

You keep Mr. Young away from the Wells.

This is a stupid fucking idea.

What, don't you want
to see your sweetheart?

Any regrets?

It's noise, color, laughter, life.

How can I regret any of that?

Hmm.

It's also unwanted guests.
I'll deal with these.

You're either an imp or an
imbecile for showing up here.

Don't you want to add
some spice to your evening?

The boxers are practically family.

So if you don't want your
pretty little face messed up,

you'll behave like a lamb.

What the hell are they doing here?

Keep your enemies close.
Isn't that what they say?

Gentlemen, why bother
with this crude barbarism

when Venus is amongst you?

The goddess seeks to
bestow her blessings.

Venus, your servant.

This is not a flesh market.

Really?

Please leave now.

But I'm yet to thank you.

The kindness you showed me gave
me the strength to escape Bedlam.

Leave my house.

As you wish.

But hear this:

the doctor I was
assigned to is disgraced.

I will not be going back
to Bedlam before you.

Fuck off, Lydia.

No.

You fuck off.

All this time, it's been
my only waking thought:

try and get back to England.

Find my family.

Make sure everyone's safe.

Now here I am and you're
doing better without me.

Not everyone.

I can't stay,

not with a death sentence on me.

But I can't leave, not without them.

And Will, Jonas...

It's like you got a foot in each life.

That has got to split your fanny some.

Never were good with a plan, were you?

Jonas was indentured too.

He understands me.

What's he like in the hay?

- Surprising.
- Oh!

Well, you are in trouble, girl.

I know.

Tell me about the fire.

How did it start, really?

Piece of coal fell out the hearth.

I thought it was a candle.

Coal knocked over a candle.

They might as well have a
tumble in the boxing ring.

Low-down, conniving wind fuckers.

Trust Emily Lacey to get in with scum.

We've had our retribution.
Don't involve yourself.

Those Pincher boys made me like them.

I've got to warn Jonas
not to sell to them.

Half of Soho's at that party.
You'll be recognized.

Then think of something
because I'm going.

You ready?

Have a good fight, boys.

For luck.

Lady Isabella, will you do the honors?

Mrs. Quigley, do you feel unwell?

Rest here. I'll fetch you a drink.

How about a game of backgammon?

Don't crowd a lady.

Take your high spirits to the boxing.

Sorry, Miss Wells. I was only playing.

Muckworm.

How do you do that,

get men to do as you say?

I'm sure your mother will teach you.

Well, she's not really my mother.

She's dangerous.

Be careful.

Find me if you get more trouble.

So he's the man to beat?

Come on!

My boy's the challenger.

Lost his last fight,
wants to prove himself.

Worth the risk?

I think so.

Jonas Young.

William North.

Why are they so friendly?

Come on, Jack.

Nancy.

Will is with Jonas.

Keep your head down.

Charlotte.

Ma, you can't be here.

I need you to fetch
Jonas away from your pa.

Please.

That's him,

your Irish husband who's
gonna sweep you back

to the good life in America?

He doesn't know about Will.

It's funny. I nearly went
to America with an Irishman.

It's as if you're living my life

and I'm in Greek Street living yours.

Mr. Young.

Excuse me.

- I'm Charlotte.
- Charlotte?

You're more beautiful

than even your mother
could begin to describe.

She's gonna ruin the deal.

But how would she even know about it?

Why take such a risk?

I had to come.

I need to warn you about the Pinchers.

Hal. Look at me.

If you make trouble for
Charlotte Wells, we won't succeed.

Understand? Why are you so certain?

I can't say. Trust me.

I want this as much as you.

Charlotte knows about the deal from you.

You add two and two and reach ten again.

Then get her out of the picture.

Kill him!

What game are you
playing with Mr. Young?

I've just met him.

You intend on stealing from us again,

sabotaging our deal?

What deal?

He's a guest.

I'm being nice to him
as I'm nice to you.

You're a horror with
me, tantalizing witch.

Oh, that's all in your
mind. I'm very forthcoming.

I hope you will be soon.

Not here. I can't.

Just one kiss.

You know one's not enough.

I'm sorry, son,

but I don't do business with arsonists.

Take a look at yourself before
venturing into the marketplace again.

Let's go home.

Nothing can be made right tonight.

Hal, let's leave!

Hey, talk to me!

Now, what's all this I've
been hearing about arson?

Huh?

Jack, Jack, Jack! Yeah!

Come on, Jack!

- Nothing between you?
- Get off him!

You've ruined everything
for a fucking whore!

No, you're killing him! Stop!

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