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Your father died in mortal sin.

He cannot lie in consecrated ground.

And Mama?

It was her wish to lie for eternity at her husband's side.

In hellfire.

Have you said the words over them, Pastor?

It would not be regular. Your father hanged himself. Then poor Mama.

Please. We'll pay.

is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose son is covered.

Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imputeth not he.

No fire.

Hellfire. No blessing.

No blessing.

Hellfire.

Hellfire.

Hellfire.

Hellfire. Hellfire.

Hellfire.

Hellfire.

Hellfire. Spirit, there is no guile.

When I keep silence, my bones wax old to my roaring all day long.

I'll marry Mother God, pray for me.

Pray for me.

Why

did

he kill himself?

Without thought for us, he may.

Why should he think of us? He was so troubled himself.

Do you really believe in hell?

Rest and restore yourself.

Do you think they're lost forever?

Perhaps.

In hell?

What they taught us, right and wrong, heaven and hell.

Perhaps they're all mistaken.

In that case, we'd be nothing.

Sleep well.

Why bring your prayers to me?

What

is

it?

The wickedness always trembles when it's found.

have the money?

Forty pounds.

Little enough.

His creditors took everything.

Will you see the girls?

There's little comfort I can offer them.

You seem unrested, sister.

I found it difficult to sleep, Holy Mother.

Justine and Juliette, do vote. Yes, Holy Mother.

The pastor will see them now.

Are they satisfactory?

The elder girl is normal, shall we say.

And the other one?

Justine is... Justine is devout.

Almost to the point of pride.

And when at last you escape from that cruel prison... Pauline is unkind to

this holy place prison.

And choose to tread the path of virtue dictated by your jailers, you will find

it strewn with brambles, and that the wicked tread upon flowers.

How happy she must be. Better far to abandon yourself to the tide and say

prosper.

Virtue is too feeble to contend with vice.

She sounds full of bitterness.

Nonsense. She sounds most contented.

It is a simple rule of nature that the wicked will flourish and the good must

founder.

You were not sent here to learn such things.

All I've learned from the Holy Sisters is how to frig myself.

Well, little one, what have you learned?

Justine, you're hopeless.

We're expected to become childbearing drudges.

slaves to some rich merchant, who will, meanwhile, enjoy all the pleasures

nature can afford with other women, kept beautiful by their love of vice, like

Pauline. Here.

Even to be such a wife, you must learn about yourself.

You must be aware of your body.

You must understand the effect that youth and beauty can have upon the

of men.

Justine, come on.

God knows where evil is not intended.

Surely we're allowed some privacy in our own rooms. The Holy Mother has sent for

you. Why?

Have we not taught you the value of obedience yet? And the value of

If I could be a man for just a day, I'd teach that old lecher something.

Understand, I wonder if you can.

Your father was a man of honor and virtue.

Led by sin into mortal sin.

Surely a man's life is his own, to dispose of as he may choose. It is not

heresy. Well, not aid. He's already overburdened so.

The burden of guilt broke your mother's heart.

More the shock of finding him, I think. Please, let the pastor continue.

You are at a single stroke.

Parentless and penniless.

He left nothing.

After the debts were paid, you each receive a legacy of 20 pounds.

A home?

Gone.

Must we leave this sanctuary?

We are a school, not a charity.

On the barrage, she's already overcrowded.

What will become of us? We've no hope of marriage with no fortune.

Something might be arranged by morning.

The pastor and I will discuss ways of helping you.

They find the price of their charity inflated.

prayer for my mother and papa.

It will help them in the day.

Shall we visit

the grave?

They did little enough for us.

And I think you have cried and prayed enough by now.

in torment are waiting seeking the moment to creep into our hearts and

and souls and drag us in triumph to share with them the horrors of hellfire

all eternity Satan will urge you into the violent

hot flames of lust that

of the state of holy matrimony, Satan will lead you into foul and unnatural

flesh.

Happily. This moment.

If by doing so I could save them further torment.

Would you devote your life to God?

Oh, God.

Join us here and vegetate deliciously in our company.

Spend your life making others as happy as you yourself desire to be. With all

heart.

I don't imagine it'll allow us to stay here now, do you?

But London, what do we do there?

We have youth, health and beauty.

In London, there's men who'll pay gold to enjoy no more than the privilege

you now find so comforting.

If I cannot capture a duke, at least, then I deserve a lifetime.

With your innocence and beauty.

You'll be mad to settle for less than a prince.

Even marriage.

How can one hope for that if virtue has already been forfeited?

Men all say they worship an altar of virginity.

But they value their enjoyment more than everything.

So in practice, seek out depravity.

And you could embrace depravity.

In our position, Justine, we have no choice.

And I intend to do it grandly.

Is there no honor left in men?

Precious little.

Not worth the search.

Now, go to sleep and in the morning we'll see what nature has planned for

Please, don't leave me.

You must leave, of course.

When? At once.

Before your filth spreads wider.

It seems harsh to dismiss us with so little preparation.

Charity is for those who receive with gratitude and freely make what

they can.

Our forty pounds. Forty pounds?

The money that our father left us. Already owed in food and fees with more

outstanding. You'll turn us out of doors without a penny?

Perhaps his lordship the bishop will reward us.

When we tell him of the corruption in this place.

Ever have you thrown into jail and whipped as perjurers and opportunists?

Justine still bears the marks of your assault.

Proving she is a whore.

Sister Clare has a birthmark where I should never have discovered it.

Will she stand up to inspection, do you suppose?

Or will she face confession instead?

15.

So they did throw you out.

Yes. Where will you go?

We have an aunt in London who will care for us.

You may rebel against the need to repay her kindness.

We can persuade ourselves to love her. She's richer than we are.

No doubt the kindness you receive will be the kindness you deserve.

If ever you need sanctuary, my door will be open.

Thank you, sir.

We would like a marker on the grave, for Mother at least.

For her sake or for your own.

But you cannot travel far in this world without vanity for a companion.

The coach will not wait for us.

Goodbye, pastor.

You lied.

We have no aunt in London.

Shh!

Pauline is royally maintained and happier than she thought possible.

But she's not married.

Marriage offers no reward to the likes of us.

Then you mean to live as Pauline does?

If we cannot hope to be protected by love, then we can at least enjoy it.

Where do we spend the night, sir?

Coach out near Bagshot.

Unless prevented, of course.

Prevented? Fiends, high women, robbery.

Fearsome place of banditry is Bagshot Heath.

Need we fear, sir, with an officer to protect us?

I don't recall, madam, our having met.

We played a game as children to watch a coach arrive and guess the occupation of

the passengers.

An officer was always a favourite.

And what came next?

A moneylender.

And then a nun, a monk or a clergyman.

And then?

A whore.

Oh, boy.

You did say a whore.

I've been constrained by the teaching of my parents.

And the lack of opportunity.

And now you're about to entertain your inclinations, eh?

In London, we're to be instructed.

And your sister, too?

No.

Justine places high regard upon her virtue.

And you admire her for it?

Virtue takes the praise.

But tis fear that keeps us on the path of duty.

You'll need a saint to protect you.

It should be dark before we get to the inn.

We've got you to guarantee our safety.

I thought you were never coming.

You did say a hole.

Seeking instruction.

A virgin hole.

And must remain so. It is my only valuable.

Then, madam, why am I here?

It takes me an entire fortune.

I'm told a cherry is as keen as a apple.

The genuine fortune of a maiden will bring every man in London into the

Between you, they'll make La Ronde a wealthy woman.

Monsieur André.

Do you like our Italy?

Where is Effie?

Oh, poor little French girl.

No more than 11.

And almost a virgin.

French? Oh, très petite.

Very fresh. Very docile.

Monsieur can do anything with her.

Anything at all.

Or a blonde?

Brunette? I have all sorts.

Ah, here you are, Effie.

Allez, go, va t 'asseoir, toi.

Take care of him.

The best of everything.

And any little game he wants to play. Right? How do you go?

The door.

Julie! Just at last!

Good to see you.

Come, come.

Did you have a visit, Julie? Oh, yes, thank you.

Let me see.

Let me look at you.

All right.

Ah, enchanting.

Even prettier than for him predicted.

Such perfection.

I'm most eager to be instructed in your art, madame.

How old are you, petite?

Seventeen, madame. Justine is younger by a year.

Really?

How nice.

And both thirty.

Ah, putting swell to it.

And she was right, madame.

Oh, I know those confidence.

One of the nuns?

Your confessor?

Or one of the other priests?

Many a poor girl has lost her potential at the hands of some randy monk.

It is a simple matter for madame to set her mind at rest. Oh, later, later.

Allez, let's go upstairs.

Oh, madame.

Come along, come along, come along.

Ah, Pauline, if the cherries are there, there's a fortune in it. Oh, I'm so

pleased. Oh, so am I. Go and see the girls, quick.

Come on, girls.

Follow Pauline.

Hey, come on, hurry.

And you, Sophie, come on.

The house is yours, sir.

It's a free house.

All my girls are fully trained.

But... whippings and bloodlettings are charged at a high rate.

You understand, I'm sure.

And go on, carry on, girl.

Oh, lower, girl, lower, lower, lower.

Come on, smile.

Let's be happy. Come on, come on.

It is there, madame, plain for all to see.

If you fear the tasting, it's proof of guilt.

It is her lack of experience and natural modesty that make her shrink so,

madame.

Well, we'll know soon enough, won't we?

Now, all you have to do is to comply with all my teaching.

Be clean and economical.

Frank with me, fair with your companions.

and fraudulent when dealing with men.

Come with me, my little one.

In ten years from now, you have your own apartments with a silver mirror before

and a maid behind to do your bidding.

The erotic arts, as taught in this house, will bring you whatever may be

heart's desire.

Now... What money have you?

Less than 40 pounds between us, madame.

A well -born girl must avoid the possession of money.

It is the means to do foolish things.

A man.

A man is the only currency that a sensible girl ever needs.

A true little one. And you must measure a man by his pocketbook.

Never look for any other valuable inside of pair of breeches.

Never.

Hein? Bon.

Now, lunch.

We've lunched.

What's a leave from here?

I'm almost anxious to begin our instruction now. Oh, what treasures

brought to me, Pauline.

Let's find George.

George is a great pig.

His manners are good, but he lost his place when brains were being handed out.

Oh, it's a labor, I tell you, to keep him fit for society.

Then why bother?

You'll see, my dear.

There's women and men that paid a fortune for the use you two have of him

nothing. He'll exist in your instruction, and that's something.

Oh, and not fit for society, but discharges like a waterfall.

serve nature better than when it prostitutes itself.

The ground lies fallow, George, so take care.

Later to it, she's eager enough, lower his trousers and tuck the shirt up under

his vest.

There, you see?

What did I tell you? And entirely at your disposal, my dear.

Hold it now.

You see, the monster swells already.

Sweet little bitch.

How well she does it.

See how it grows.

But don't just stand there, Lamp King. Do something.

So cheer me to give her a smack or two.

But kiss her.

Fleshy mounds, known as breasts, bosoms, or as George so affectionately puts it,

tits, can be put to very profitable use.

Oh, your lover has them before his eyes constantly to kiss, to caress, to

fondle. Oh, indeed. He may place his organ between these mounds and make them

the very seat of his pleasure.

Oh, by squeezing him.

So.

Once taken a woman always enjoys giving George

where a man may seek comfort and enjoyment, as you can see.

Let him be.

He's monstrously distorted.

Those? What are they, madame?

They're not in the sphere.

More for medicine than making love.

Oh, pretty girl, if she wants to get on in the world, she'd not concern herself

with those.

Would you like to call him the most extreme pleasure?

Now, take him.

Go on.

There. See how the idiot squirms.

No tactful or accomplished woman will ever deny her man his pleasure.

It binds him to her forever.

Never mind.

I can't bear to see Juliet being... And yet can make no

protest. She chose the life, and wisely.

How delicious to be beloved one day by a porter, a nobleman, a fishmonger, and a

flyer. But to be used so is against all religion.

Religion is merely the tyranny whereby the rich and powerful enslave the weak.

It's my only comfort.

Religion is an illness to be cured.

A prejudice designed to keep you in chains.

Where will you go if you leave here?

I shall find a place and service.

Now, a husband will have you.

Expect some man to give you bed and food and do my nothing in return with the

washing of his dinner plates.

Is it impossible for women to be good?

A good woman is a better treasure.

Only that because no one has ever bothered to dig her up.

If you change your mind...

You'll find her cherry all intact.

I guarantee it.

Examine her.

Since when did I suspect you of roguery, madam?

She's very pretty.

Justine! Oh, silly child.

All girls are born to this life, my dear. But very few have the luck and

sense to discover it in time.

Aren't I right, my boy?

Unless you have the gold to top his lordship's offer. We trot out. Come on,

Why, they'll ever do.

There'll be time for fun and games. But now, your stallion is ready for the 200

guinea steaks.

Oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. George!

Oh, shut up!

Allez, girls.

Keep George alert.

He'll need to follow his lordship immediately.

Yeah? Yeah.

If he's to have full advantage.

Oh, oui.

Allez, allez, downstairs.

You said your door would always be open.

But my housekeeper is gone for the night.

I live alone.

Then perhaps your housekeeper, if you would direct me, sir.

She chose to stay in London.

You should know, sir, that I was obliged to steal and sell a silver bauble

in order to return here.

From your...

And has your pretty sister chosen the path to hell?

The law is unjust.

If a silver bauble provides the means to survive, then you must take it.

The first law of nature,

The hand of God is to survive.

In an equal age, one could argue that theft simply helps to distribute wealth

more equally.

You think Madame Laurent was guilty for possessing the thing which I stole?

I condemn her for allowing herself to be robbed, yes.

It's hard to respect another's property when you have nothing.

God will not punish you for seeking to preserve your existence and your virtue.

So what's to become of you, Justine?

I shall seek a place in service where I can protect my modesty.

Perhaps... Perhaps make a good marriage.

There may be good marriages.

I know of none that is pleasant.

And if nature had intended us to be modest, we would not have been born

Modesty is a device employed by women to provoke.

Modesty is the beginning of corruption.

Modesty, corruption.

Thank you for your charity, sir.

I'm very tired.

Charity is the curse of civilization.

Do you know that?

It encourages people with no talent or ability or capacity to even labor to

live longer than they should.

It prevents those who could, if forced by poverty, rise out of their sloth and

add to the wealth of the world.

Surely there's no sin in pity?

An easy thing to pity someone else's foot.

Sir, if you dislike the wood charity, thank you for your kindness.

We would often feel ashamed of our kind actions if the world

could see the motives behind them.

will urge you into the violent, hot flames of lust that are the very flames

of hellfire.

Help file. Help file.

Help file.

What? No rings?

What in hell's name have you got there, Pierce?

Get him to the surgeons, and mind you, don't do it without gold.

Come on, pick her up, and let's get home and find out what she's worth to us.

Come on, hurry up about it.

Come on, you two. We can't be here all night.

Running through the graveyard, she were.

Draw some water, Pierce, and tell the others to keep away.

Nice warm bath.

Good night's sleep.

You'll soon be all right.

It's hard to blame Pastor John.

You've got beauty enough to fire a saint.

You blame me, Prince Barbaro, too.

I'm more like your parent for not keeping you safe at home.

I have no parents.

Oh, what a lad in the world, then, are you?

I have a sister, Juliet.

Here?

In London.

Oh. Well, here we are.

I'll go and search out the shift.

There's a bite to suffer and a warm bed for you.

I'll send out the news of the parka.

I suppose he's dead.

Rest easy.

You'll be safe enough as long as you're here with old Bonnie.

And emerging to boot. How long since you've had one of those, dear?

Well?

She's done for him.

He's done for him.

What a crowd, eh? Could hardly get near the place.

Word is as our burglars must have flung him off the roof.

Well, she stole nothing.

And the clothes she left behind are giving him something to chew over and

So, it's either the ransom or...

What can I do?

Join us and you'll be safe enough.

In what way?

Thieving!

Pretty girls are always an asset.

I'd face the gallows a hundred times rather than willingly enter into any

Oh, my, my, my, we have been well taught.

They always sound so sincere when they've nothing to gain by lying. But

asking me to give up all hope of heaven.

Look, if the rich would open their purses and show us a bit of humanity,

might show them a bit of virtue.

You join us and bring us profits. And within two years, I will have led you to

fortune. I cannot.

Oh, dear.

Please yourself.

But when they're hanging you, forget you're a new Mrs. Bonnie.

Eh?

It's a rope thorough when you've finished.

No need to cower at the honour of serving three fine boys.

swing, you'll enjoy it.

We've work to do tonight, so rest till then, eh?

Engaged, at present.

Or she won't be long, my lord.

Or perhaps... No, thank you.

No? Bon.

Sophie, champagne for his lordship.

That is not good.

Shall we go sleep a little?

Use of the mind is bound to the heart.

Who is with her?

Oh, now, now, don't be a bore.

I have the skill to amuse you.

But expect at least... A little gratitude in return.

No, madam.

Self -respect will not allow me to share her with anyone.

I believe you're in love, my lord.

A beautiful passion.

But no good ever came of it.

Who's with her?

He's not paid.

If he's interrupted... I'll settle.

All right.

Not clavitant.

It's the life I chose.

I think it was a fatal choice.

Would you rather be a mistress...

You think she went home? Where else?

A beauty like Justine would easily be spotted in a small town like that.

For my sake, spare him. What say do you?

A kinsman.

My cousin.

What's the ransom he spoke of?

I don't like the risk.

Spare him.

He knows us.

But he sent his own cousin to the hangman.

You know me, Price.

Yes. We'll risk the ransom.

You're a fool.

First he must join us. After killing the two, he'll not dare me to.

There's one sure way.

Take first watch, Pierce, and leave the wench till morning.

When the time comes, I will pay my debt, if they're willing enough.

Are you worried, sir?

You gave me back my life, Justine.

My debt to you is greater.

Speaking of debts.

Yes?

In London, I have at my disposal 500 ,000 pounds.

But here and now, I lack the price of that meal and your bed.

It was gained by murder.

They made me take it.

I'd rather pay you if not with gold.

If you feel any gratitude towards me, sir... You know I do.

Then please.

Do not use your gratitude as means to gaining further benefits.

Will you advise me, sir?

Through no fault of my own, I have become a thief and a murderess. Come

to London.

Your country crimes will soon be forgotten in the vastness of the city.

But how will I live if not by further crime?

As Juliet does.

Well, we're gone here safely.

leagues away from here no doubt he'll offer you the sanctuary you seek how far

we should be there by darkness can we go you're not fit to be

presented i'll go and bathe in the lake

Relaxer, I say.

Finish her.

Let's go.