All language subtitles for Harlots.S02x08 - Episode 8.TBS.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

He threatened me with Bedlam.

Help me keep my daughter safe

and I will give you
anything you ask for.

Your uncle is a monstrous incubus.

It is him I protect you from.

I'm here for my sister.

She's over-indulged.

A girl still lives

who can name you as her attacker.

Mother.

There's a girl at Quigley's.

Turn her loose,

she'll tell her tale to the law.

You are unburdened of this office

with immediate effect!

The Lord Justice
was going to spare your mother,

but I implored him not to.

You will go to the jail immediately

and hang Margaret Wells.

Get her down, man!

Tomorrow, you set sail for America.

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

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We're too early, no one's here.

I am no longer a servant of the law.

I must leave this house
and seek new employment.

So, with regret,

I cannot marry.

I see.

My situation is too precarious.

Please be honest.

You've discovered my mother's past

and balk at the daughter of a harlot.

It is not a matter of my feelings.

You've made your feelings very clear.

Forgive me if I keep mine to myself.

I'm sorry for what's happened.

We've come for Margaret's body
so we can bury her.

You'll not find it at the magistrate's.

Then where?

The bodies of all murderers

are sent to the Surgeon's Hall.

Must you abuse her body
even when she's dead?

Please take your grievance
to my successor.

I am no longer a Justice.

You've always been my guiding example,

like a brother.

You'll vouch for me
with the others, won't you?

I want to help you, but...

the puritan you stabbed

may wake and point her righteous finger.

I have an alibi.

From your mistress and a paid bawd?

It must be nipped, little brother.

How?

She's under the magistrate's roof.

Do it swiftly.

"The hanging was carried out
behind closed doors,"

prompting accusations of corruption.

Wells was an infamous bawd
and rabble-rouser,

and citizens have been robbed

"of their right to witness
her public execution."

To Margaret Wells.

I feel as if I've lost a friend.

It's the kippers.

The Marquess of Blayne is here.

Am I not like the Queen of Spain

with my living miniature?

No.

Your intelligence was too late.

The child had already been lifted

from her orphan school by a black,

sent by my sister.

That same flaunting scoundrel

who bid for my virgin.

I want the child found

before my crazed sister
poisons it against me.

Then...

lend me a man.

I know where this upstart black resides.

I kneel at your altar, High Priestess.

And my first burnt offering
will be Charlotte Wells.

It's usually done for me.

I was once a servant for a fine family.

What made you leave?

The son kept attacking me.

I got with child, so they threw me out.

So now I'm getting paid for it.

What happened to your child?

Dead.

Jam there if you want some.

Pa.

We must get through.

There'll be no getting through for me.

No getting through until
I've buried Margaret Wells.

Then we'll go and get her body.

I'll not have you
harrowed by that sight.

What of you?

Let me do it alone, hmm?

You just missed your family.

Did I?

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

How does Miss Scanwell?

Come see for yourself.

Miss Wells!

Miss Scanwell.

What was done to you...

it's terrible.

I'm not in so much pain now.

Did you see who did it?

He... he was a gentleman.

White wigged.

What was he wearing?

A dark green cloak

and a velvet jacket.

Lord Fallon.

Your keeper?

I must tell my mother.

I need my mother.

Do you not know?

Child,

your mother was imprisoned

for the murder that she did.

She did no murder.

She confessed to it.

They hanged her yesterday.

Keep her here.

- Make her sit.
- Lucy!

I'm so sorry.

I know we had our disputes, but...

Mrs. Wells took me in
when I had nothing.

I must get her body
from the Surgeon's Hall.

Let me come with you.

I'm not fit for company.

You cannot go alone on such an errand.

You once did me the greatest service.

I'm coming with you now.

The next cull I bring, you will smile

and be pleasant,

or I shall tell Mrs. Quigley.

I once spent weeks
locked in a room here.

Charlotte Wells has
sent me to get you out.

Be ready.

We'll go when it's dark.

It's a fortunate day for you, Abigail.

This is Sir Henry Phipps.

You've played your hand well,

convincing Charles
that that brat is his.

I wish I'd thought of that
when he was tupping me.

Let's go for a little walk.

Will you go for a walk with me?

Leave the bottle.

Are you drinking to quell your guilt?

You hanged the wrong person.

My mother didn't kill Sir George Howard.

I no longer work for court nor crown.

He was trying to force me.

I picked up the knife.

Your mother confessed

because your keeper knew your guilt

and held it over her.

So keep your secrets, Lucy Wells.

And I'll keep mine.

Lord Fallon.

He stabbed Miss Scanwell.

How will I ever prove it so

when you gave him an alibi?

Shh, shh. It's okay.

Don't be kind,

or tears will come.

I need to be busy.

Then let me give you a task.

Only money will free us from my brother.

I need the law's help
to secure my inheritance.

Come with me.

Charlotte, I'm sorry for your loss,

but you promised your help.

I can't stay here,
it's not fit for Sophia.

You've got your child,

and you're free of Lydia Quigley.

My sister is in the sway
of a dangerous man.

Forgive me, but your money has to wait.

Charlotte.

Where's Lucy?

There's no sign of her.

I just caught Lord Fallon
trying to smother Amelia.

We tied him up.

Where's the Justice?

Ex-Justice.

In the tavern, drowning his sorrows.

Then the law is ours to enforce.

I'll make sure he doesn't come back.

Oh no, no!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Where's Sophia Fitzwilliam?

The schoolgirl!

What schoolgirl?

Give him an aide-mémoire.

Twice...

you have tried to kill my child.

She has your mark on her belly.

Here's mine.

What have you done to him?

What the Old Testament teaches.

He was stifling my invalid child.

Do you plead and howl

like a wet boy?

You, who told me killing is an art?

My mother is dead
because of how you use me!

I didn't mean to use you.

What I feel for you is true.

- Liar!
- He's one of the beasts

who was coming for Emily Lacey,

and for me.

Kitty.

You killed Kitty Carter.

No.

No, I did not.

Stop her, please.

Make him squeal, Lucy.

It was Lidington.

Did he hold her head while you sliced?

- Geld him.
- Not yet!

We want them all.

Lidington and who?

I saw you with Quigley

and the Marquess of Blayne.

Do you think I fear hanging?

Go fetch your Justice
and his lumpen men.

Let them do their worst.

I don't think you understand.

We are your judge and jury.

Tell us what you know

or I'll release this avenging angel.

I'll stab your fucking heart!

Quigley brings us girls to spoil.

What of Blayne?

Is he your king?

Go at him, Lucy.

It's Blayne!

Blayne.

Do you think I'd stoop as low as you?

My mother died to save my soul.

I'd never tarnish it with you.

Lidington, Quigley, Blayne.

We have 'em.

One more time.

Where is she?

I don't know a single schoolgirl

in this whole corrupted town!

Oh, I'm a fool.

He's the wrong black, of course.

Come.

Come for Margaret Wells.

Who?

Margaret Wells.

She's my, um...

She's been...

She was hanged yesterday.

We've come for her remains.

None of the deceased felons
bears that name.

Where is she?

Where all the guilty
must go when they die.

Look to the borough's deadhouse
and be gone.

Come on, come.

Will you free me,

now they've given you the boot?

Your sentence was for seven years.

Remorse takes t-time.

Do you not see?

The only proper way to reform my life

is to pay me.

Ah, make you my eyes and ears

in places such as this.

Well, if I was still a Justice, I would.

You give up too easily.

Did you get a new dog, Nancy?

He's a bad bastard, this one.

When he bites, I have to kick him.

Hey, don't you dare barge in here!

Ha, you're the barge, dear.

Sophia, thank God you're safe.

Your uncle has been worried to death.

She is made of lies.

- You must come with me without delay.
- Do not listen to a word she says.

Your mother cannot help her actions,

What sane woman

would bring her child to a low brothel,

run by the flunkies of a murderess?

This place has been our sanctuary.

She's hidden you away when
you could've had a family.

Your uncle is longing to know you.

My uncle is a bad man.

He's a monster.

Is that what she told you?

He has been breaking his heart

since he learnt of your existence.

He wants to make you his heir.

No, no, no, do not listen to her.

Why did you forsake me
and leave me in that school?

You have been in my heart
every waking hour.

You have abused your brother
and your child.

Come with me.

Let me take you home.

Sophia... This is a vile ambush!

Sophia!

She tells you that I'm
mad, but I'm true! Sophia!

Imagine your tongue circling

the rosy sunrise of her nipples.

Imagine my tongue

where you please.

There's nowhere like Golden Square.

I didn't know how homesick I was.

Charles, your mother's
stolen a girl again.

She's assured me that
she's changed her ways.

The proof's upstairs being raped.

This is the same diabolical fuckery

you rescued me from.

Get the keys from Anne.

We can't just let her go.

What if she runs to the law
and has my mother hanged?

Well, maybe she has it coming.

Not from my hand!

I'll confront my mother
when she gets back.

Well, we know how that
will go, don't we?

It's you and me then.

If we're caught,
she'll string us both up

like a pair of Christmas geese.

You can die alone,

or with your rapine friends.

A signed confession.

The law might be kind.

He needs a day or two
to think on what he's done.

You're a killer,

same as me.

Where's your confession?

I didn't think anything
would make me smile today.

But that's such a pretty sight.

Come on.

Mrs. Quigley came while you were out.

They've taken the Lady's daughter.

I'm so sorry.

You left me when I needed your help.

I'm here now,

with news that'll bring
your daughter back.

We must go at once to my brother's.

Lords Fallon, Lidington,

and a pack of titled brutes

have been raping and killing girls.

They killed Kitty Carter, Fanny.

We have it from Fallon's own mouth.

Nancy Birch has him tied
at her house in Angel Court,

and he's signing a confession

saying that Quigley is their procuress.

Your brother is their master.

No.

It's true.

Not even Dodds can
dismiss such evidence.

Then my brother's disgrace
will be absolute.

Yes.

He will fall,

and your daughter will be safe.

I must go home.

She's in great and immediate danger.

Perhaps you haven't understood.

You're safe.

I understand you very well.

You've taught me to fend for myself.

Now you'll see how well I do.

Where's she going?

On her own path.

Lord Fallon's safely trussed.

Bit of time, he'll soon confess.

How are you bearing it, sprat?

Still swimming.

Poor Lucy.

Come on.

We'll sit.

Grief comes in great gusts
to blow you down.

The things men do.

Shh, breathe, my love.

I'm empty, Nance.

There's no heart in here,

not for man nor woman.

Nothing but stone.

You have so much heart...

the weight is pain.

Your ma found her love.

So will you and Lucy.

Did you find yours?

I loved your ma, you silly cunt.

This is what your mother
was keeping you from.

Your birthright.

You must be she.

How do you do, Uncle?

Yesterday I learned
of your existence, and...

now here you are.

Where did Mrs. Quigley find you?

Her mother had taken her
to the Wells brothel.

Good God, she could've ruined you.

But here she is,

safe and sound.

Well...

First, you must try

some of these delicious fancies,

and you will forgive me for one moment.

You will soon see my gratitude.

I have a request,

about Charlotte.

Don't throw her on a bonfire,

not yet.

You want her spared?

She's suffering.

I like her alive when she suffers.

She's not here.

And did your mother

ever make mention of your father?

She said that his name

is a secret that
she'll take to the grave.

She seemed so calm and rational.

Yes.

That is a mask that...

has been slipping for some time.

He'll try in every way to undermine me.

He's taken my strength
since I was younger than you.

Calm yourself, let me help you.

You can't help anyone, Harcourt.

Lord Fallon has betrayed you.

What nonsense is this?

He was caught trying
to murder his witness

by angry, vengeful women.

He spewed out your name
in return for his life.

Is he arrested?

Worse.

The women have him,

and they won't give him up

until he signs a full confession.

Sophia, let's go into the house.

Stay.

Learn for yourself
what kind of man this is.

Fallon's named you
leader of a brotherhood

whose charming business

is slaying and despoiling girls.

This is a monstrous fantasy.

I know where they're holding him.

Sign over my fortune
and full keeping of my child,

and I might tell you.

Where is Fallon?

I want our house in St. James's

where you'll never come near us,

and your signed assurance

that no harm will ever
come to Charlotte Wells.

Very well.

If I hated you, I'd let you fall.

But I cannot,

because you are my brother.

God damn you.

It's the second time in a week
she's had me beaten.

We don't get paid enough for this.

There was a bad look
in her eyes, Charles.

She was thrilled to cause me pain.

Why would she do it in my house?

Can I just ask what you're doing

for the 50 pound a week that
we're earning on our backs?

I need your keys, Anne.

Take your hobgoblin
and get out of my way.

You're such a lofty bitch, aren't ya?

You'd fire a blunderbuss
on your own mother

if Mrs. Quigley told you to.

I would; I hate my mother.

I shall tell Charles.

You do that.

I see what this is.

You made up this vile tale
to try and swindle me.

Fifty pounds is the swindle.

You're lucky to be
earning anything at all!

- Charles!
- You'd rather we were slaves?

- Nell, be calm.
- Slaves wouldn't answer back!

And I am getting sick of your lip!

- Are you, flabbermouth?
- Charles!

If you don't want to pay,

go back to the gutter.

I'd rather be there

than give my earnings to a halfwit.

Impudent drab!

You're so dim you don't even know

Emily Lacey's shoving
a cushion up her stays!

Charles, she's letting
your mother's property escape.

What's this?

She's going, Charles,
it's the right thing.

I mean, what's this?

What do you mean?

What are you doing?

Charlie, get off!

Go.

While you still can, go.

You lie about everything.

You're worse than my mother.

Did you tell him?

It came out, I was angry.

Oh, thank you very fucking much, Nell.

Do you think I'm an utter fool?

Get out.

All of you, go on with her.

You have one day to clear
your things out of my house.

It's not your house, it's mine.

Do you think my mother
would be stupid enough

to put the deeds in your name?

The house has always been mine.

If you could read, you'd know that.

Charlie, you're speaking in a temper.

Out!

You let women do this to you?

They'll pay.

They'll pay.

How could Emily say she loves me

and then do something so deceitful?

I've not spent much time
around your mother,

but I've seen enough to scare me.

Emily must've been desperate
to tell a lie like that.

Well, he didn't escape on
his own, I'll tell you that.

Lady Fitz.

She told Blayne.

Did no one ever tell you
blood's thicker than water?

I feel cursed, Nance.

The wealthy stick together

like pig's cheeks in molasses.

Where in this cock city is Emily Lacey?

If that stolen girl
from Golden Square speaks,

we can still get Blayne
and Quigley to the law.

Her baby was pure fibbery.

Hallelujah.

A lifetime of whoring

has left her barren as a jam jar.

Anne, we are on our way up and up.

My poor darling.

Thank God Emily Lacey
is out of your life.

What about this Abigail girl?

Have you abducted her?

Of course not.

I gave you my promise

I would never do anything
like that ever again.

Well, that's what I thought.

So, when Emily let her go,
I didn't stop her.

You've been led around
by your fuckstress

like a donkey on a rope.

How dare you let her free my property?

So you did abduct her?

Charles...

Charles,

I have the Marquess of Blayne

eating walnuts from my hand.

How can you put all this at risk?

I haven't, if you're speaking true.

I couldn't stop them.

Charlotte Wells and her tripe-dog.

- What do you want?
- A gibbet.

Your carcass swinging in the wind.

Mrs. May and I had a joke about you.

We used to say the midwife
had thrown away the baby

and kept the afterbirth.

You were so unsightly,

fit only for rough usage.

Anne, fetch Abigail Warren.

Charles, you are brilliant after all.

There is no such girl in this house.

She took a chance and ran off.

Where's Emily Lacey?

My son has booted her into a ditch.

- Shut up!
- Charles!

It was your mother

who assured that mine kissed the rope.

Is that true?

I asked her to heal our rift,

but she refused.

She had been offered clemency,

and you rode the Lord Chief Justice

to a rushed, degraded hanging.

Even now I'm acting to protect you.

There are powerful men
who want you dead,

but I said, "No, spare her."

I cherish her, in spite of everything."

You are unbelievable.

Charles, leave me alone.

- Get the keys.
- Unhand me, you ridiculous boy!

A taste of your own medicine.

How dare you!

Anne, get Blayne.

Get Blayne!

Say the word "Spartan" and he will come!

Charles, let me out!

Let me out!

She enables rape and sanctions murder.

You know this.

Charles, you little bastard!

She is my mother.

You ingrate!

I can't hang her,

no matter what she's done.

I won't ask you to.

But there is a way to curb her.

I should've strangled you,

you useless, brainless, misshapen toad!

What is it?

Charlotte Wells, I saved your life!

And by my word,
you will be roasted on a spit!

Charles!

Charles...

Charles.

I spoke in anger.

Please, Charles.

I...

You know I need you.

I need you by my side.

You're my-‐you're my lovely boy.

Please!

Let me out!

Is it really so easy?

One male relative is all it takes.

There now.

The storm has passed.

You must come with us.

Where?

Charles.

Hands off me.

Get off of me!

I'm not going anywhere!

This is my home!

No, I'm your mother!

I'm not leaving,
this is my house! Charles!

I will not leave!

Charles!

Get off of me!

Don't waste your tears.

It's her judgment day.

"I do freely confess"

to the murders of Justice Cunliffe,

a harlot Miss Carter,

and to the wounding of Miss Scanwell.

I did these acts alone,

spurred only by my baleful nature.

Damned by God and my fellow man,

"I see no other path
but to take my own life."

Here is hemlock.

Here is the knife.

I die as I lived.

The law's rat.

You sent my Margaret
to a butcher's slab.

Please, I...

Give me her body!

You tell me where she is!

- I cannot.
- Give me Margaret Wells,

so I can lay her to rest!

You cannot.

You cannot bury her

'cause she is not dead.

I spared her.

I paid the hangman.

She lives?

She's on a transport ship

bound for Virginia.

She lives?

If you speak, I will be hanged

for insubordination.

Tell no one.

You spared her?

I did.

Now you spare me.

Go and tell your family.

You didn't waste much time.

Your old missus is
still not in the ground.

You cannot sting me,

little fly.

Hey,

we've lost our house,

you blabbing cow.

Did you tell Nell I wasn't pregnant?

'Cause she spilled it to
Charles like it was soup.

He's taken his house back
and we're cast out.

So, thank you.

Thank you.

We're tavern whores.

Who wants me silk?

Come on, who's hard enough for me?

Ten shillings!

What do you say, boys?

Mrs. Quigley sent me.

She's in urgent need of your assistance.

I don't give a damn about Mrs. Quigley.

But you're a delectable distraction.

She said the word "Spartan"
would make you come.

Why don't you make me come?

I'd like nothing better.

Thirty guineas?

Hey.

Am I still just a dalliance?

Amelia.

Amelia.

I've been a prig.

We'll find rooms.

We'll set up on our own.

Are you with us, Harriet?

Oh, what's a house anyway?

It's the people.

She's alive?

No one can know,

not even the girls.

I'll kill her when I see her.

I knew Ma was too good for the noose.

She can never come back, can she?

Returning carries a sentence of death,

so she's alive,

but she's lost to us.

She'll work some trick to find us.

She's Margaret Wells.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'm-‐I'm as sane as you.

Please,

send to the Marquess of Blayne.

He'll release me

and you'll be paid for your pains.

You'll be paid for your pains.

Please.

Please!

Just tell him you know

that his sister is mother
to a most unnatural bastard!

There is incest between them!

My sermon for today

is in praise of God's justice,

for He moves in strange

and beautiful ways.

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