All language subtitles for Harlots - 3x01 - Episode_1

I want to destroy Lydia quickly.

So do I.

Then we'll be allies.

I'm trying to act against
Quigley yet I find myself doing
her bidding.

I hate you!

My secret is a child.

My brother -

Jesus...

Your uncle is a monsterous
incubus.

It is him who I protect you
from.

Miss Wells.

May I tempt you out for a drive?

Lord Fallon's made me another
offer.

He's sending for me tonight.

You've killed.

Be silent, or your lovely
daughter hangs.

I'll confess to the murder of
Sir George Howard.

Take care of things for me.

What else?

The Lord Justice was going to
spare your mother, but I
implored him not to.

Get her down, then!

Tomorrow, you set sail for
America.

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

Tell us what you know, or I'll
release this avenging angel.

What, Blayne, is he your king?

It's Blayne!

I do freely confess that I see
no other path than to take my
own life.

She's alive.

No one can know.

She can never come back, can
she?

It was your mother who ensured
that mine kissed the rope.

Charles!

I can't hang her, no matter what
she's done.

You must come with us.

Where?

It's our judgement day.

We're most grateful for your
interest in Katherine. She's a
headstrong girl,

but with firm instructions
she'll transform into a biddable
and doting wife.

MAN: I look forward to having
her as my own.

She's in the stables.
Horse mad.

But I'm sure you'll soon
tame that.

Let's go, for this is paradise!

There was no other path for me.

If your position was ordained
by birth, then so was mine.

Our men do well at keeping wives
and courtesans apart.

I thought some discourse
between us might be of use.

I simply want to know
if she's ruining my husband.

I'm a bawd now.

I run a house.
There's hardly a man in my bed.

So, you live off
the flesh of others.

Girls come to me from the
street. I offer them income and
safety.

They've been ruined by poverty,
not by Miss Wells.

And there's more that
we can do for them.

You'd have us offer charity
to whores?

I knew your minds
would be small.

We'll break through
their prejudice.

I know their prejudice
will break you.

- She's mine, sir.
- No, she's mine.

Don't make me laugh.
I shall be taking her home
tonight.

I've lavished her with gifts
the entire month.

Right, you must win me
in a chariot race.

Perhaps you'd ride in my
chariot? This way. Take my hand.

Ladies and gentlemen,
place your bets.

Come on, you lot!
There's a lady to be won!

- Well, she makes them roar.

Come on!

Go, go, go, go, go!

So, this is London.

Come on, you lot!

We'll find gold in the muck
even if we have to sup with
witches.

-You don't look like gentry.
-This has all the class we need.

We're sits up from Bishopsgate.
Our trade's insurance.

NANCY: Don't be fooled
by my dainty size.

Any trouble,
I'll flay your face off.

Mr Chadwick,
what big guns you've got.

I only have to see
a man's pistol and I swoon.

The shot is loaded
and I'm taking aim.

- I like you a lot, Mr Chadwick.
- Yes.

- Fire away.

I declare it a draw.

A new challenge must decide it.

Whoever licks that bald man's
head first, gets me.

They've not spent enough,
not yet.

You have to tut one of them
in the end.

Tut yourself.

I do.

I've given you my whole month's
allowance and I insist.

Well, you'll have to
catch me first.

'Ere, Charlotte, put him
right. He's a right cheeky dog,
that one.

Is this the legend
Charlotte Wells?

I'm going to buy whatever
she sells.

Don't tell me, you're a poet.

You'll find that I'm cupped
with a fine, manly figure.

Your mouth or your manhood,
which one's bigger?

There's no pretence with me,
you get exactly what you see.

A beauty is funny,
with rhyme and uncanny.

What words do you use
for your moist nook and cranny?

I call it my cunt, actually.

Poetry was made
for rogues and harlots.

I'm no rogue.

Hmm. You disappoint me.

Talon boy, soldier,

citizen, trader.

I earn money
with my artful tongue.

We're the same in that.

Of all the like
girls and jezebels,

none holds a torch
to Charlotte Wells.

DOCTOR: Nerve endings.

This is where mental disorders
originate.

And stimulating these nerves

can improve the condition
of the lunatic.

There is no more effective
stimulation of the nerves

than bodily evacuation,

the more violent the better.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you the rotational chair.

Please, please, no, no, no,
don't. Please?

No!

I beg you, please!

She will be spun for two hours
or more, her dizziness will
provoke

involuntary evacuation

through every orifice,

thus enlivening her
defective nerves.

Argh!

So,

like Boudica or Lady Godiva?

Shut up and use your
mouth better.

Please, fetch me...

Fetch me a bucket, please?

Gin.

You've mistaken me
for your flunky.

This is a Pincher tavern now.
Only our girls tout here.

I'm not touting,
I'm drinking. Gin.

Chadwick, gunmaker, breath
like burning rags, but he tips
in gold.

Keep it. Your riches are mine
in other ways.

Lucy!

Have you fallen off
your chandelier?

Hmph. I'm hiding from my col.

Then hide somewhere else.

Don't you know who this is?

Lucy Wells.

Moves through London like a
comet, leaving dead gentry in
her wake.

Lucy Wells?
Welcome to the Saracen's.

I had you in posh rooms
up on Swallow Street,

with a maid to sew pearls
in your muff hair.

And what are you?
A tavern whore?

No, I run all these girls
for Hal Pincher,

and I'm riding him for England
and St George.

- MAN: Lucy!

Lucy Wells.

Where are you?

My col.
Some nights I can't be fadged.

Well, then, those muff pearls
will all turn to sand.

I'm gonna go and wash
a gunmaker out my garden.

Huh, you win.

Do you know how long it's been
since I last rode a poll?

Since I became a bawd.

MAN: What made you
break your fast?

Some sport for my restless soul.

MAN: I don't think I've given
you my name.

Isaac Pincher.

Me and my brother have taken
the lease on the Saracen's Head
in Villiers Street.

There's a place for you
in our empire.

What do you mean?

This is my list to rival
the Harris's.

I'll give you and your girls
matchless write-ups

and promote your house
to this first in Soho.

For my services in expanding
your trade, I'll take nothing
but a small levy.

One quarter of what you make.

So not a poet but
a sly backstreet pimp.

SAAC: There's a bond between us,
you can feel it.

Pfft!

- We're both from the streets.
- I'm the world's fool.

How dare you toy with me!

ISAAC: Come to terms amicably,

for every girl you've got
is in the arms of one of my men.

Do you threaten us
with violence?

- Don't let it come to that.

These men are not what they
say they are. Filthy pimping
scum!

Hey, hey! Get your hands off me!
Get your hands off me!

You need to accept my offer.

Go pinch yourself,
you little cock!

I hate to do this, I hate to do
this, be my prize.

Oh, I accept.

That's the right decision.

You two stay on the door,
take the money, give the girls
their portions.

The role I was assigned at birth
was poverty.

Hell on Earth, as you know.

Debt collectors. If you don't
let 'em in, they'll break down
the door.

I can't face them.

DEBT COLLECTOR: Open this door!
- You must run.

Where to?

DEBT COLLECTOR: Open this door!

MAN: I've lost it.

I've lost Golden Square.

GIRL: You'll find a way
to win it back.

Stop staring at me with
those stupid, hopeful eyes.

You're like a fish dying
in a puddle.

- Save yourself.

DEBT COLLECTOR: Open up!

- Get out of the way!
- After him!

In all that I am.

What better than to Prospero...

...most terrible fool.
Poor soul.

- And thine greater father...
- WOMAN: No!

I've committed no crime!

No!

In the name of mercy, I beg you!

MAN: A common groom...

gave her obscene pleasure.

DOCTOR: A surfeit of venereal
nerves can give the female odd
and unbridled lusts.

- She's in the right hands.
- Please, not this place.

- This place is hell!
-Then pray to God for
forgiveness.

Vile hypocrite!

My father will rise
up from his grave for what you
do to me!

- Shush, shush.
- I hope you die of anguish!

Shush, shush. Your pain will be
interpreted as mad.

Get back, horrid creature.

Why could I not
come down tonight?

My friends would have found me
lacking as your guardian.

What was your son on about?

It was a failed experiment.

Few in our circle see
the world as I do.

She paraded her courtesan
in front of her friends.

Daring or reckless.

Unconventional,

and yet she hides me away
and treats me like a child.

Would you be daring too?

William North will kill me
for letting in those fiends.

He's not here. He's in York
or Scarborough or some other
freezing place

- flying his fits.
- NANCY: He'd have clubbed
with 'em whole.

It's not your fault, Nance.

That rank lyin' fuckster was
so plausible I took him to my
bed.

He's putting us in his list.
If we cross him, he could write
what he likes,

call us all vile bitches
and pox-ridden sluts.

Then we fight clever. But the
day that rhyming prick takes
over my house,

- you can step on my
festering corpse.

They fall before us
like dominoes.

Cross the abyss of St Martin's
Lane into the kingdom of Soho,

conquering as we move.

- What have you done, brother?

I drank a chalice
of the purest nectar.

I had Charlotte Wells
and then I wrecked her.

I never lend money to strangers.

We have a gentleman in common.
Mr Digby Reed.

Hmm. He told me you were a
legend among London bawds.

You might know of me
as Bet Harper.

You ran the best molly
house in Bristol.

BET: And plan to surpass
it here.

It's Elizabeth Harvey now.

I heard your house fell and
folded, leaving nothing but a
breeze.

We fell before
because we were too visible.

This time we'll hide behind
a modest veil.

ELIZABETH: Gentlemen's clothing.

My son has talents
with his needle and thread.

You'll dress men in one room,

undress them in another?

I'll keep my boys in safety...

and make us both a pile.

I have 200 in capital.

There's a premises
on the market.

I have been watching
its decline.

It was a goldmine
for a relative of mine,

and I covered it.

Not alone, a share of the deeds.

Where is it?

Azured vault...

Set roaring war...

Jove's stout oak...

Graves at my command...

Oh, God,
please don't let me forget it.

WOMAN: Graves at my command...

have waked their sleepers...

- Prospero.

Why has your family
forsaken you?

My father's dead.

The man you saw,
he wed my mother.

And she's never smiled since.

What was your crime?

I found a heaven in the hay
with a boy I'd known since
childhood.

I am fallen.

No, angel,

you are bright still.

Isaac was always on show.

Pa used to send him out the
frontto drag coins out of the
drinkers.

He kept me in the back,
counting them up.

But he's fallen into side
too fast.

He doesn't think.

What can I do?

It's his vigour.

He was the same in the
Fusiliers,always restless for
action.

But it's you that holds us
together.

Don't let your brother
blow it apart.

Isabella, this is most awkward.

When my husband
discovered you were coming,

he asked me to retract
the invitation.

Because of the guest
I invited to my salon?

Not only that.

You must be aware.

Have you not read the papers?

They say your ward
is your own child.

Born after a liaison with
a servant that your brother had
to quash.

It's a lie.

Who's written such slander?

Lady Isabella,
I'd never ask you to leave,

but I'm sure you'll understand.

I have my wife's moral welfare
to think about.

Sophia,

let us go.

- This is your asp.
- Why are we doing this?

They'll just be looking
at my dumplings.

They're sophisticated men.
We have to entertain them.

I knew a girl who could
fire peanuts out of her pipkin.

That was entertaining.

Yes, but this elevates us
in their eyes.

I want them to know our calibre.

It's their coins not their plays
that'll raise us up.

Hmmm.

Can you do the peanut trick?

- No.
- Mm-hmm.

Then die, Queen of Egypt.

Mm-hmm.

ive me my robe, put on my crown,
I have a mortal longing...

- A supine congress with
a servant?
- Never believe that libel.

Well, what else can I believe
when you won't tell me who my
father is?

Believe you are my beloved
and seek to know no more.

I wouldn't judge you for loving
a servant.

I just want to understand you.

This rag drags the matter up
from where it should lie dead.

It's vicious mischief.

We have an enemy,
that much is clear.

- Most magnificent strumpets.

Are you dogs going with them
or are you gonna stay
and pimp me?

You won't own me in public.
I'm your ward, not your child.

I believe that this
story's true.

My father's a servant
and you are ashamed.

Fuckin' idiots.

I can't do anymore of 'em,
Nance.

I charge like a villain, act
like a minx and still they come.

One cock stand after another.

You're one of the most talked
about women in London, and you
have wealth.

Yes, but I've no taste for it.
They're rotten.

What do I do, Nance?

Deep down even I have a taste
for it.

It's the pretence you cannot
brook, I think.

You look for love, as I did,

and that is hard, my girl.

Love?

There's no such thing.

There is. But my birch keeps all
that at bay.

I've saved all my gold,

all I've ever earnt.

Do you think I could be a bawd?

I remember your ma once
asked me that.

You'd make a fine bawd.

As good as Charlotte?

Mmm.

Where is she?
Why's there no rutting?

It's your last chance
to get your dogs off my door.

My muse.

Happy the man who Charlotte
Wells takes to her amorous
bosom.

For in this siren of Soho,

lust and grace are so combined

as to utterly intoxicate.

That's a public act of lewdness.

This is a bawdy and
disorderly house.

- Who's the tavern keeper here?!
- This man.

- He's our self-named pimp.
- Sent bullies to our door.

And if I'm not mistaken, he
takes a levy from every girl
here.

I'm arresting you under the
Bawdy and Disorderly Houses Act
of 1752.

You bring the law down upon me?

We're not as helpless or as
friendless as you think.

- That is beneath low.
- For a man who feeds
himself on flesh?

- Stay away from our house,
maggot.
- You are to be detained...

Help! Help!

...in a court of law
to answer the charges again you.

We've fired the slingshot
and the pimp Goliath is down.

You've got a visitor.

- He's looking for a loan.
- MAN: That's not why.
I need your help.

I never should've done it.
I sent my mother to the madhouse

- and I haven't slept since.
- Charles, your ma's in
the right place.

He's lost Golden Square.

- It's up for auction.
- CHARLES: Come in with me,

be my partner.

Why would she go into business
with you, Charles?

You'd gambled that
gold mine away.

Charles, I've just bought this
place. Every penny I have is in
these walls.

- You owe me your help.
- CHARLOTTE: How?

Your ma's alive, isn't she?

We spared her from the gibbet.

- You're free of her, Charles.
- I'm on my way to debtor's
jail.

- Please?
- I'm sorry, truly.

I can spare you a few guineas
for your needs.

When is that auction, Charles?

- WOMAN: No! No! No!

- We shall soon have your
nerves restored

- and your lust conquered.

Downy windows, close

And golden Phoebus never
be beheld

Of eyes again so royal...

Absolutely remarkable.
Who'd have believed it?

These duskies reciting the
Bard. Bravo.

Who will have the Egyptian
queen? Look at her thighs.

MAN: After you.

Come, kind Charmian,

let me comfort you in your
hour of need.

LYDIA: I shall die here
in the dark,

and no resist from within,
and they cannot hurt you.

Imagine the same burning,
in here.

Don't let them smother it.

Keep it alive whatever they do.
Even when you think it's gone
to smoke,

finder a cinder
and breathe it back to life.

How long have you been here?

One day bleeds into the next.

Perhaps a year.

I was incarcerated by my son.

Lydia Quigley.

Katherine Bottomley.

Miss Bottomley.

You'll need a new name.

Because my family
has disowned me?

Because out there is a city
where your future awaits.

I tell you for true.

You could have London wrapped
around your fingers

like a dazzling string
of pearls.

Now, that's... You are mad.

Mr Quigley?

I'm one of Charlotte's girl,
Miss Lambert.

I sometimes come here
to visit my friend.

I don't know why I'm here.

That seems as good
a reason as any.

I'm a vile wretch.

I've lost everything.

It's a good job your mother's
in Bedlam

otherwise she'd blast you
with a cannonball, wouldn't she?

What's her name?

It's Kitty.

Hello, Miss Kitty.

Thank you.

- Fredo, here's that remarkable
girl.
- FREDO: We saw you last night

- tormenting your betters.
- We were dazzled.

Lucy Wells.

Mrs Harvey. This is Fredo,
my son.

I rise in her East
and set in her West.

- Will you bid?

- ELIZABETH: Will you?
- FREDO: It's a wonderful
property.

It's quite perfect.

I hope it ends up
in the right hands.

Hmm, it will.

One hundred.

One-fifty.

Two hundred.

Two-fifty.

Three hundred.

Three-fifty.

Four hundred.

Four-fifty.

Five hundred.

- Why are we bidding against
each other?
- I want this place.

- So do I, but they have more
money.
- AUCTIONEER: Five-fifty.

- We could both get it.
- How?

- Be reckless, join forces.
- Ma.

- I know nothing of you.
- AUCTIONEER: 575.

- The bold decision is often
the best.
- 600.

I've got 200.

I can raise 400.

AUCTIONEER: Do I hear 600?

Any advance on 600?

600.

To the ladies.

A £20 fine, and the law's now
got us in its sights.

- That bitch is going to pay.
- No, you're gonna pay.

We said we'd start with the
little houses, go in slowly,
street by street.

We said we'd advance into Soho.

So you swagger into the top
house and think it'll fall in
your lap?

Have you forgotten your tactics?
We move onto new land and
penetrate the centre.

This isn't a battle!
We could have wealth here.

Don't be fuckin' mad.

What's this?

Your mistress has cost me sore.

Tell her I'm coming
for my money.

D'you know your mum's
a dirty whore who calls
a cunt a cunt?

- Is this her?
- Yes. Lydia Quigley, yes.

ISABELLA: Leave us.

LYDIA: Lady Isabella.

How kind of you to come.

There's libel in the press
and I'm sure it hails from you.

- So I've come to warn you.
- Warn me?

With what?

If I could, I would print my
outrage on every page,

but as you can see
I have no pen!

Such dangerous items are
kept from us lest we spear our
visitors' eyeballs.

You once laboured with my
brother to bring this vile
calamity on me.

I did, I did. Your bed, I'll
welcome you when you arrive.

You are toothless.

One day I will bite my way back
into the sun!

Give my regards to your
succubus, dear Charlotte.

Tell her I think of her
every day.

Get her cleaned and dressed
and then unlock that monstrous
shackle.

I want her forced to take
my charity.

Make her kiss the ground
in thanks.

And never, ever let her go.

She's as dangerous as you say.

Charles, Charles!

Charles! Hell devour you for
what you've done!

Charles!

My beautiful boy.

I... I keep thinking
I'm seeing him.

Don't let me be mad.
Don't let me be mad.

Don't let me be mad!

Don't let me be mad!

Don't let me be mad.

This will be our emporium.

In here we'll have velvet, silk,
even ribbons for the shoes.

In the upper rooms
it's clandestine sport.

Not with me.
I put my money in to retire.

I want the least amount of fucks
for the most amount of money.

Miss Wells, I promise you the
greatest entertainment and the
fewest fucks

- you have ever had.

- You're a molly.
- I'm a genius with the needle.

You've brought me into
a molly house.

It's a place of refuge, where
men like my son can be
themselves in peace.

- How does it pay?
- FREDO: It's a hanging offence,

so double.

Not again.
You're a sinkhole, Charles.

I've sent enough coins
into the depths.

Time costs, friends.

I've got you an ex-col in
there, Chadwick.

At least this one's got gold.

I wanted more for you than this.

Huh. Go away.

You threw me out.

Don't come begging
for my coinage.

Is my warlord launching
an offensive?

Mmm.

Charles Quigley.

He's here!

The rage was coming off him
like heat. He won't drop it,
Charlotte.

- I didn't think he would.
- NANCY: Bastard!

His men are back.

There'll be no trade in here
tonight, nor any night that
you're here.

I want you in my bed.

Be my mistress. Ten pounds
a week, and we can have this
rollicking night and day.

For 30 a week did you say?

You jest with me.

You teach me the art of trade,
I might make do on less.

I've learnt reading
and arithmetic.

I help run this tavern now.

- I wanna learn the art
of commerce.
- Lesson one.

Commerce is the art of war.
My tutelage and £20 a week.

Twenty-five.

I'll prepare my bed for a woman.

Charlotte's out.

Cockfighting.

I've come from Bedlam.

he called Charlotte my succubus,
spitting hate.

- She's in torment.
- As I was in her house...

when I was 12 years old.

Why did you go?

There's hateful gossip
in the press.

And you think Quigley wrote it?

I had to be sure she did not.

Now I fear it's my brother

or one of his agents.

Where is he?

To my knowledge, in Venice,

where I hope he drowns.

Pfft! I'll drink to that.

It's Sophia I feel for.

She believes the lies.

Hmm.

Perhaps I've invited this
censure myself.

NANCY: How?

By shaking my own reputation.

NANCY: Pfft.

You have health,

fortune,

a child who loves ya.

Your reputation is a burden.

I have none...

and I'm as free as a crow.
If I were you,

I'd own my scandal proudly.

Pour one for yourself.

And what would your mother say?

Come on, join us.

We're like magnets, Miss Wells.
You cannot keep away.

I've gathered here every bawd
in Soho.

You cannot trick and threaten
us all, not now your methods are
known.

To show my intention, I have
started a list to rival yours.

First entry.
Isaac, cock of Villiers Street.

Beady eyes,

gurt in hand and sinews
made for love.

- His wattles are like ripest
plums...

...and his breath lingers,
hot as melting cheese.

Dirty boy.

But a lady should look to
her pockets for this magnet
of a man

in spite his poetic tongue.

He's a thief of the lowest
order.

We'll do business as we
always have,

but the bawds at the helm.

WOMEN: Yes!

Pincher girls, come join your
sisters for a drink at the
Boar's Head.

I can't believe you
took on Charlotte Wells.

- You'll never win.
- Tell your drab to button it.

Why don't you leave off picking
on women?

Look for better ways to expand
your cash.

Don't talk to him like that.

I'm going to my new keepers.

- That girl is strife.
- You stirred this strife,
not Emily.

Shall I go round to Charlotte
Wells' with a posy to say sorry?

It's too late for that. She's
inciting mutiny among our girls.

So do what you like, but end it.

KATHERINE:
That fine lady was afraid of
you.

I once held her future
in my palm.

- How?
- I was arrogant,
self-righteous,

ruthless.

I took gold for keeping secrets.

I've hardly been out of
my village.

I know nothing of the world.

I fear I'll never see it.

Tell me your story.

I was the high priestess
of bawds.

My girls were like...
princesses.

We're drinking. Join us?

- I'm perfectly happy by myself.
- Have you eaten?

I'm stuffed full of roast.

Don't be offended, will ya?

Lucy Wells. What have you done?

I didn't have enough for the
full sale so I was resourceful.

We all have one-third each
but she doesn't know about
you.

The last Wells girl in
Golden Square

threw her bawd into Bedlam.

Lucy Wells is the girl of the
hour, and another layer to our
gossamer veil.

Don't fret, she's easily
played, I'm sure.

Lady Isabella,
this is a gentlemen's club.

Your presence will cause
scandal.

I have a daughter born out
of wedlock.

If that's a scandal,
then I own it.

For her love is my greatest
blessing.

I hope that's printed in
tomorrow's press.

For neither she or I will bow
our heads to your censure.

This is unfitting.

I strongly suggest you leave.

Lord Leadsom,

I see your wife's moral
welfare's ever in your thoughts.

NANCY: ♪ A gent on the town
was fed up with his frown ♪

♪ Some he looked for some good English sponsor ♪

♪ He knew in our street
that the women were sweet ♪

♪ And he'd find one
who'd do what she oughta ♪

♪ To Soho he came
with his prick in a flame... ♪

♪ He showed it his girl
as he paid her ♪

♪ She spread its renown

♪ Throughout the whole
of the town ♪

Mmm.

♪ For its magnitude

♪ Virtually slayed her

Mmm, good girl.

Good girl.

GIRLS: ♪ It was fine,
it was strong... ♪

You should go home.

You could've had all this...
freely.

This trade turns us into rats.

Hmmm...

I mean it.

Fly away home.

Do you know what it is
to be reckless?

I am a part owner
of a molly house.

Lucy, those places end
in a noose.

Huh.

It's a daring adventure though,
isn't it?

Christ!

Come on, it's all right.
Come on, good girl.

Help!

- Help!

- Charlotte!
- Nancy!

Kitty, no!

Kitty!

Nancy!

Argh! Ohh!

Take the child. I can't breathe.

No!

- Get help!
- Nancy's not safe.

Nancy!

Let me carry her, Lucy.

Your house.

And your money.

Let it burn.

These houses, let 'em all burn.

CHARLES: How far from
London can I get?

Be it now or months from
hence, I swear I'll get you out.

- Must I be a harlot?
- If that is your choice.

And if it is,

I'll take you to where
I long to be.

My most beloved home
in Golden Square.

Oh.