All language subtitles for Harlots - 02x07 - Episode 7.TBS.English.C.orig

The man with your sister,

I saw him with a bloody knife.

I cannot say it any clearer,

this man is a killer!

- So am I.
- Be silent

or your lovely daughter hangs.

There's a little Quiggy
growing inside me.

You've taken my family from me.

I want you to lose your family too.

I hate you.

I'm taking her home.

My secret is a child.

She is his.

I want news of Amelia.

Take care of things for me.

I confess to the murder
of Sir George Howard.

I have the Wells girl as my surety.

And witnesses can perish.

Tell Charlotte I've gone to bed.

I can tell you the name of the man

who stabbed Amelia.

It is Lord Fallon.

- Synced and corrected by Shazi89 -
- www.addic7ed.com -

♪ How I laughed like a Lord ♪

♪ When my friend said beware ♪

♪ Of the flush in her cheek ♪

♪ And the flower in her hair ♪

♪ But I'm not laughing now ♪

♪ For my friends warned me well ♪

♪ Though she promised me Heaven ♪

♪ She sent me to Hell ♪

♪ And I'm no more a sinner ♪

♪ Than any man here ♪

♪ I'm no less a saint ♪

♪ Than the priest at God's ear ♪

♪ Now I am snared ♪

♪ They will punish me well ♪

♪ With a ladder to Heaven ♪

♪ And a rope down to Hell ♪

Amelia is at God's mercy,

but Margaret Wells is at yours.

I don't know if I am
to offer you payment.

Not unless you would offend.

It was a gift.

One I took great pleasure in giving.

Will your companion
not have breakfast with us?

Culls come to brothels for something

warmer and wetter than bread.

She's not my cull.

Nor is she my beloved.

Friendship has many faces.

Lydia will come for me.

As surely as day turns to night.

Margaret is too long
visiting Amelia Scanwell.

I will chase her.

You offer me freedom on
condition of my silence?

No, Abigail, I want you to sing
your song of kidnap and rape

to the Lord Chief Justice.

But he will hang you.

Not when you tell him
it was Charlotte Wells

who ensnared and pimped you.

I would die before
I would become your helper.

If death is the worst thing
you can contemplate,

you have not yet known suffering.

A girl was stabbed
in the street yesterday.

Mercifully, she clings to life.

What concern is it of mine?

I believe it was you that cut her down.

I'm taking you to justice.

Unless you have a hundred reputable men

to declare it,

you are making a mistake.

Will you dress or come as you are?

The Magistrate has come for me.

I'm accused of assailing
the Scanwell girl.

Your mother's lies have taken root.

You think she has caused this?

You must go to the Marquess of Blayne.

Tell him that I am persecuted.

I struggle to believe it of her.

These past days...

have been heaven.

You speak as though they are over.

I pray they are not.

You're as soft as a kitten's
belly, Lord Fallon.

Don't tell anyone.

You creep home like
a befouled alley cat.

I'm utterly spent.

You'll excuse me while I sleep.

You'll do no such thing.
I've arranged an outing.

- Well, it will wait.
- If you are not in your carriage in 10 minutes

I will drag you there in your stays.

Mr. North is here for Mrs. Wells.

Mrs. Scanwell.

You do not know.

Mrs. Wells confessed to the slaying

of Sir George Howard.

No.

She has been taken to her reckoning.

I hope I am detained

on more than that woman's word.

Mrs. Wells has thrown herself
upon a bonfire

in the hope of dragging
a d-demon with her.

I wish I were so brave.

You're mistaken.

They'll take her to Newgate tomorrow

and hang her soon after.

I'm sorry.

Why has she done it, Nance?

I'll go to Lady Fitz.

Implore her to use her influence.

Will you tell Lucy?

Your ma will want to see ya.

You give her comfort

and I'll find a cure.

Lucy, are you there?

Lucy!

Why, Margaret?

Lucy told Fallon she stabbed Sir George.

He threatened to use it against her.

We could've found a way to mute him.

I'd have done so with my fists
to avoid this.

Her secret weighed upon her.

Even if we'd silenced Fallon

she'd have told someone else in time.

She is unburdened now.

You have replaced one burden
with another.

And you've given it to Charlotte too.

And Jacob.

Jacob will want for nothing
with you as his father.

He will want for you!

He will spend his boyhood craving you

like a hunger that I cannot sate.

I pray he will forget.

I don't want him to forget!

I want him to know your face,

your laugh, and your love.

The best things I've ever known,

and you've robbed him of them.

Lucy!

Lucy, your ma is in trouble!

Open up, Fallon!

Open up!

Lucy!

What are we doing here?

It's a vision of your future.

Some of them are quite entertaining.

That one there believes it is an animal.

It would require more effort
for me to purchase a new wig

than it would to intern you here.

If it is an oath of obedience
you demand,

I will swear it.

What is the secret that the
bawd Quigley torments you with?

How can I reveal that
which does not exist?

I think perhaps you took a lover

while I was in France.

Am I correct?

Make me believe you, Isabella.

It would pain me to leave you here.

It was a woman.

She took me in her mouth
and sucked your venom from me.

I could taste it on her lips.

Her name?

I won't expose her.

Then I'm sure the bawd will.

Well, where is this boy
who claims to have witnessed

the attack on Miss Scanwell?

He has fled,
but he confided in Mrs. Wells

that the assailant was Lord Fallon.

The same Mrs. Wells who has confessed

to Sir George's murder!

She wishes to go to her death

with the truth told in all matters.

Or with a vendetta settled!

If Lord Fallon is set free,

he might finish the job he has started.

Miss Scanwell deserves our protection.

Oh, very well.

But should that girl wake,

she had better confirm your accusation.

Is there no way to avoid
hanging Margaret Wells?

I believe she acted to defend her child.

She struck down an aristocrat!

I'm going to have the hangman
tie the rope short.

She'll be nobody's hero

when she's kicking in her own piss.

Oh, a baby is a parasite.

Sucking one's vitality

like marrow from a bone.

- You told her!
- Mumma is delighted.

I bet she is.

Emily,

if we allow it,

this baby will be the oil

that calms the waters between us.

Am I to forget that you sold me as meat

to a pack of snarling mutts?

Just as I must forget that you conspired

to have me brought before the law.

For trying to kill me!

If you will accept it,

the hand of conciliation
is offered to you.

As is the safety and comfort
of Golden Square.

I don't know if you've noticed

but I have a thriving house here.

Call in your best girl.

- Cherry!
- It's Harriet!

Harriet!

Yes?

- Do you read and write?
- Yes.

Do you know your numbers up to 100?

Yes.

If Miss Lacey and Mr. Quigley

were to move to Golden Square,

would you be willing to run
this house on their behalf?

If I'm paid extra.

She has an aptitude for business.

You may go.

I do hope you will accept
my offer, Emily.

Of course she will!

Charles,

you may have pricked the dough

but it is the baker who bakes the bread.

Miss Wells,
what a delightful distraction

from the business of the day.

Lord Fallon has been arrested.

A girl was stabbed yesterday
and the magistrate accuses him.

My goodness, what a dreadful misfortune!

Lord Fallon left me at Golden Square

to go to his bank yesterday.

Perhaps the banker
can confirm he was there.

Well, I will make enquiries,

and in the meantime

Lord Lidington will escort you
to the courthouse.

But he will show you
nothing but deference.

I guarantee it.

Good.

How did Lucy take the news?

With shock and silence like all of us.

You did well to keep her from coming.

Take her as your own.

Charlotte too.

When we were small,
we only had each other.

And then we grew and you gained
the little 'uns and Will.

But you're still all I have.

Oh, Nancy...

Don't ask me to make promises
about what I'll do after

because I don't know if
I'll be fit to keep them.

I should go to Charlotte.

She's asking Lady Fitz to help you.

Let her run her fool's errands
if it helps her.

I need you here with me.

Till the end.

Charlotte.

You must not come here.

Something's happened?

He threatened me with Bedlam.

I almost gave up my secret.

If he cannot browbeat the truth from me,

then he will buy it from Lydia Quigley.

Does she know where Sophia is?

Yes.

We must move her today.

Isabella, I need something from you.

Help me keep my daughter safe

and I will give you
anything you ask for.

My mother is charged with murder.

You must intervene on her behalf
and you must do it now.

My brother is closing in.

I don't have time to waste.

You need my help

and I need yours.

Let us work together.

I pride myself on providing
a complete service,

but telling falsehoods
to a magistrate...

I'm sure you will find it
within yourself, Mrs. Quigley.

What a very dear friend
Lord Fallon has in you.

We're members of the same
gentleman's club.

Ah, you share a taste
for unbroken girls.

Well, I should think

half the men in London share that taste.

Yes, but it is the violent conquest

that you and your friends enjoy.

Isn't that so?

Will you come to the aid of Lord Fallon?

Just picture it, Emily,

Charles Quigley senior and son,

of Golden Square.

We don't have to call him Charles.

What's your father's name?

Alphonsus.

Well, we needn't decide it now.

We've made ourselves a business here.

And we'll still skim the cream.

I don't belong here, Emily.

I want to go home.

I want to take my family home.

I detect ambition in you, Lydia.

If you earn my friendship
I will make you procuress

to some of the finest men in England.

Dukes, princes...

I am, as ever, your loyal priestess.

Who is the lover my sister
is protecting?

It's not a lover...

but a bastard.

Goodness.

She hides her in a school

to ensure the father
does not learn of her.

The father?

She doesn't name him.

No aspect of Isabella's delusions

should be believed.

Arrangements have been made.

Bedlam beckons.

I presume the whereabouts of the child

are of interest.

Mm, of course.

You should also consider
disarming Charlotte Wells.

She inflames your sister's lunacy.

Well, then we must bring her to heel

in the manner that only Spartans can.

Pa, Lady Fitz needs you

to play the part of her servant.

On any other day I'd tell her
to fuck off,

and today doubly so.

I'm trying to tell Jacob about his ma.

Well, help me and you might not need to.

You lure him in for a jiggle

and while the two of you are at it

I'll knock him on the head
and we'll run.

I don't lie with red haired men.

Since when?

My ma told me my father was one,

so it was the best way to ever
avoid tupping him by mistake!

Well, then I'll tup him
and you knock him on the head.

What will he find down there,

cobwebs?

Yeah, a fucking mousetrap!

Ah, Miss Wells.

We will finish hearing from Mrs. Quigley

and then I will ask you some questions.

Soon after he arrived,

Lord Fallon cut short Miss Wells' visit

to her older sister

and escorted her to the carriage.

They both embarked

and to the best of my knowledge

returned home.

Can you confirm this?

Yes.

You both boarded the carriage

and journeyed straight home
without diversion?

We did.

You have my most profound
apologies, Lord Fallon.

I'm sure Justice Hunt
wishes to add his own.

I'm truly sorry
how events have unfolded.

You impertinent wretch!

You have rushed to judgment

and let your envy of your betters show.

The girl was lying.

I... I don't for one second
believe you can't see it.

You are unburdened of this office

with immediate effect.

His demise was overdue.

It is a shame.

He is not without merit.

Last night he apprehended
Sir George Howard's murderer.

Who is the villain?

She is a villainess.

Margaret Wells.

My sweet angel of deliverance.

I have another errand for you.

There is a young girl
in a school in Chelsea

and I need her brought to me.

She's my niece!

Death has arrived early!

I will speak with you alone.

You will not.

I'll be fine, Nancy.

You vex her,

I'll not be held responsible.

Well,

you've earned yourself a fitting ending.

May yours be cancer riddled and long.

Charlotte has put herself on the
black list of a powerful man.

I do not want her to meet the fate

he has planned for her.

Then protect her,

I beg you.

While she was mine she was safe.

But you poisoned her against me

and now she is alone and vulnerable.

I only ever told her the truth.

Well, then you must tell her
a different truth.

That our feud dies with you.

That she should return to me.

She won't.

I thought my hatred burnt hot,

but next to hers mine is tepid.

Then I cannot save her.

Your interest in her,

it almost looks like affection.

But it is twisted and rotten.

She said I was more of a mother to her

than you ever were.

She fed you lies

and you ate them up like sugar lumps.

Nobody feigns love that well.

Taken in by a harlot!

Thank you...

thank you for ensuring that
my last laugh was a hearty one.

She loved me...

and you destroyed it.

No one could ever love you, Lydia.

Soon I'll be dead,

and you will still be
more putrid than I.

Lady Isabella, this is unexpected.

We have come to plead
on behalf of Margaret Wells.

She defended her daughter
from defilement

by killing Sir George Howard.

Even if it's true,

a murder committed in defense of another

is still a murder.

But perhaps one that could be pardoned.

Lady Isabella,
surely you don't lend your name

to such an absurd plea?

I find men who visit brothels absurd.

I beg your pardon?

How absurd it is to pay for affection,

then enjoy it as if it were real.

This perfidious harlot

has entangled you in her plot.

Confirm it is so,

I will show her the jail.

Come, Miss Wells.

We will attend our appointment

with the Grub Street hack.

Your brother would be horrified
by your behavior.

What smut he will make

of the Lord Chief Justice
and Mrs. Quigley!

Are you taking me to my mother's house?

I'm taking you to your mother.

She's only ever written me one letter.

In it, she said that
we could never meet.

Well, now she's changed her mind.

- Why?
- I don't know.

A mother's love is a complicated puzzle.

He said he'd pardon me?

He said he'd try to.

A man will go to great lengths
to cup his private parts

if he doesn't want them viewed.

I'll be here to keep you safe.

Charlotte Wells tried to kill me,

I demand she know justice.

Don't you dare make demands of me!

Our seedy dalliance

and your inability
to be discreet about it

have left me exposed.

I have not told a soul.

Then why am I being blackmailed

by Lady Isabella Fitzwilliam

and her whore-in-waiting?

What do they want?

A pardon for the Wells mother.

I'm going to have to grant it.

That is the very opposite
of what you must do.

I'm not left with much choice.

They're going to have me
lampooned in the scandal rags.

The Marquess of Blayne is having
Lady Isabella put in Bedlam.

She will be in manacles imminently.

Even if they do print her lies

they will not be believed.

Charlotte Wells could still

make me a punchline.

Then make sure people also hear about

the ruthless efficiency

with which you executed her mother.

The next hanging isn't for two days.

You are the Lord Chief Justice.

Every day is a hanging day

if you declare it.

Lord Chief Justice.

You will go to the jail immediately

and hang Margaret Wells.

Will it not take place at Tyburn?

I need it done today
and I haven't yet replaced you.

Sir, can there be no clemency

for a woman who killed
to protect her child?

Madam, do not interject yourself

into matters that don't concern you.

I will not hang Mrs. Wells

while my "betters" are left free

to slay with impunity.

I believe you have some regard
for the woman.

I do.

If you want her hanged in a manner

commensurate with that regard

I urge you to complete the task.

If I am forced to instruct another,

I'll have her unclothed carcass

paraded through the streets.

A bad deed done with compassion

is still a merciful act.

What manner of house is this?

Welcome to Mrs. Wells' emporium

of womanly wonderment!

I've read about places like this.

I insist you take me to my mother.

I'm here, Sophia.

It will happen today.

The pardon?

The execution.

The Lord Chief Justice said
he would spare her.

He was unequivocal.

I will go back to him.

It will not help.

When will it happen?

I... I will give you some time
to make your peace.

I'm truly sorry, Mrs. Wells.

Shove it up your hole!

It pains me g-greatly

that your sacrifice has been in vain.

It has not been in vain.

I go to my end
knowing that Lucy is safe.

Tell me she is safe.

We do not know where she is.

She is with Lord Fallon.

In his jail cell?

We were forced to set him free.

Your daughter provided an alibi.

No!

No, no!

No, no!

No!

No!

Charlotte, no!

No!

No!

No!

Oi!

Wrong entrance, Mister!

Don't tell me you miss
tuppenny stand ups?

I'm not pregnant, Harriet.

My belly's as empty
as a leper's coin cup.

The predicaments you find yourself in!

If witch Quigley finds out I've lied...

I'm not sure this is the best
way of making the lie true.

I can't rely on Charles alone.

His seed might be as dopey as he is.

This is a house of ill morals.

The house I live in is respectable

and dangerous.

I will not subject you to it.

You speak of great danger

but you will not define it.

Your uncle is a monstrous incubus.

It is him I protect you from.

I will keep Lucy safe.

And yourself.

I wish I could've been better.

I love you, Ma.

Goodbye,

little Maggie mudpie...

the dirtiest urchin

that ever turned up at Quigley's door.

Farewell, Nancy Face-ache,

the only little girl
the culls were scared of.

Take me to Lord Fallon.

I'm here for my sister.

She's over-indulged.

Come back and get her tomorrow.

She's no prisoner here.

What have you given her?

I propose that we play a game.

I don't care for your games.

That's because we haven't
played the best one yet.

It will leave you breathless, I promise.

You have outstayed your welcome.

We will play very soon, Miss Wells.

You have no idea what it means
to be outside my protection.

It means I'm free of you,

you septic cunt!

The Lord Justice was going
to spare your mother,

but I implored him not to.

Practically signed the warrant myself.

Can't lose sight of the girls, Will.

Of course not.

They became mine

the same moment you did.

There.

It's for Jacob.

For Lucy.

Nothing for Charlotte?

Charlotte is my heir.

I'm sorry, it's time.

Live your life.

I'll do as you ask.

I'll make a complaint
against Charlotte Wells.

It no longer matters.

You'll let me go?

No.

Once you have taken this path

it cannot be untaken.

Tell him to do it.

He won't do it unless you tell him.

Tell him to do it, damn you.

Please.

Get her down, man!

Get her down!

Where are you taking me?

You'll meet the ship at Tilbury.

Tomorrow you set sail for America.

The law says you must hang me.

The law is ink placed on parchment

by self-serving rich men.

Well, then break it and let me go.

The transportation fits your
crime, but it also leaves hope.

When your sentence is served

you'll be free to start a new life. Go.

No, no.

No, there is no hope for me
without my family.

There's no life!

No!

No!

No!

Was it Quigley's doing?

Then I'm as good as dead too.

She thinks I've got
Charles's babe inside me.

But it's a lie.

One that might keep you safe.

She wants me to live with her

in Golden Square.

Abigail.

There's a girl at Quigley's.

You turn her loose,

she'll tell her tale to the law.

Lydia will hang
and we'll be free of her.

You promised me this before

and she always slithers free.

This time we have her tight.

She'll not shed another skin.

Nobody listens to our tales, Nancy.

Haven't you noticed?

When your belly doesn't grow,

Lydia's suspicions will.

You have no choice.

Emily and I will be
leaving this evening.

I'm sure you'll agree that
our offer is attractive.

The thought of you not
being here is attractive.

Are you sure that's what you want?

I'll do what's best for the baby.

Can I come with you?

You'll need a companion, Emily.

Fine.

But she's not sleeping in our room.

I'm not a pet!

From now on we rule ourselves.

Don't get comfortable.

Emily won't be away long.

She won't be back

now that she's got her feet
under that fine table.

That poor girl's got bigger
problems than chasing luxury.

She should try walking in my shoes.

Or you in hers.

She isn't pregnant.

Amelia!

Child, can you hear me?

Mother.

Hello, my precious girl.

- Synced and corrected by Shazi89 -
- www.addic7ed.com -

♪ By the feel of warm lips

or the flash of a shift ♪