All language subtitles for Harlots S01E05

I have a story of a shameless whore

whom I once saw cavorting
with her cull in plain sight.

What was your name in those days?

You've stood by all this time

while your mumma torments me.

Take a message to Mrs. Wells.
Tell her I want to come back.

I'll smile and smile
and bring in new custom.

The Spartans would like a sacrifice.

One girl, one name.

That's Lord Fallon.

I'll take you to my underworld one day.

Get off, you're disgusting!

Well, your sister doesn't
seem to think so, do you?

I am not yours to command!

My man.

You were majestic last night.

We did it.

We did.

I haven't forgotten
about the French girl.

No, Madam, you can't...
Mrs. Margaret Wells

to see Mrs. Lydia Quigley.

Stay back.

What is the meaning of this intrusion?

I come in peace.

With your brute in tow?

I've come to pay
Marie-Louise's debt to you.

I didn't poach her.

She came to me.

This makes us even for Emily Lacey.

It'd be better for business

if we called a truce on
our recent skirmishes.

You overreach yourself.

You underestimate me.

You always have.

You're still the halfpenny drab

I picked out of the gutter.

The same halfpenny drab
that now runs a fine house,

with the means to come at you.

I'm quaking with fear!

I know what you are.

Marie-Louise tells me

that you still keep
your girls locked in.

Sounds an awful lot like kidnap.

You dare!

You dare play that
vengeful trick on me again

and I will raze your house to the ground

with you and all your vile spawn in it.

Do you accept our truce?

I should have turned
your putrid mother away.

You'd have died in that
gutter within a week.

Thank you for all your charity.

Mrs. Wells!

Mrs. Wells!

Mrs. Wells, is it?

You bitch!

You ungrateful, thankless little...

Mumma, please stop it!

I took you in,

I looked after you,

and you betrayed me!

Oh, Charles!

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,

I'm so... Charles, please!

Mrs. Wells!

Fallon, this cannot start. Mrs. Wells?

Lord Fallon... sir.

May I compliment you

on the superbly filthy
revels of last night.

Our odyssey has been a blur of delights.

But your young daughter stands out.

I'd like to meet her.

I'm here to see Charlotte.

Enter.

Lucy.

What a startling joy.

I came to see Charlotte.

She's deserted me,

yet again.

You'll have to...

keep me company.

I paid my debt to you.

And wasn't it exhilarating?

There's no shame in
coming back for more.

Perhaps I could keep
both you and Charlotte.

What a cozy threesome we'd make.

I strive for achievements in life,
Haxby.

Bedding both Wells sisters
has been one of my finest.

My wife's sister...

Look at that.

Charlotte Wells!

Sir Christopher.

What a delightful surprise.

The delight's all mine, Miss Wells.

You are always a treat for the senses.

What a fine figure
you make on your horse.

Sir George is stewing in his pit,
reeking like a still.

I simply had to take some air.

I find there's nothing
better than a good ride

to see off the effects of drink.

We still talking about horses?

Mrs. Quigley is making you ill.

This house is not worth it.

We have to leave. We must stay.

I do not understand her hold over you.

She has been sent into
our lives for a purpose.

But we risk being corrupted by her.

Not thee,

my dear, pure girl.

It is a trial.

It is not for us to understand.

It is God's will.

But you are not strong enough.

Then you must be strong
enough for both of us.

Go out amongst the harlots.

Tell them no penitence is ever enough.

For once they besmirch themselves,

the stench will follow them
their whole lives through.

We could do with a night off,
couldn't we?

My cunny's dry as chalk.

A bit of butter will sort that out,
Fanny.

We're open as usual,

so don't suffer.

Oh yes!

Here's a guinea for last night.

Guinea for each of you.

It's a taste of things to come,

if we all work hard.

Thank you, Mrs. Wells.

And my guinea?

I paid your debt this morning.

You'll get yours next time round.

You're lucky to have me.

I like your front, mademoiselle.

Keep that up, culls will love it.

Fanny, show her to your room.

Here she is,

the girl of the hour.

One of the finest gentlemen in London

wants to meet you this afternoon.

Who?

Lord Fallon.

Lord, with his twenty thousand a year

and all his grand houses.

You could get him for your keeper. Hmph.

Oh, Lucy.

You'll be set up in fine style.

Just like Charlotte.

Your own Sir George.

A Lord Babington is here,

looking for an early rising.

Harriet?

Are you up to this?

Yes.

Charge him four guineas,
see if he blinks.

And get a message to Repton

to come and fetch his goat,

otherwise it's ending
up in the pot for supper.

Probably not what you're used to, but...

it's snug.

No lock?

What for?

What will you do when the baby comes?

Oh, no, I'm... I'm not that way,

I'm just big, that's all.

I like my buns... do you want some?

You won't say about that to anyone else,
will you?

About what?

My dear girl.

Let me go!

She'll kill me.

I'm going to look after you.

Besides,

she'll kill me if I let you go.

Look at what she did to me,

her own son.

What she did to you?

My little chicken.

Don't fear.

I'm going to put her in the coal cellar.

We'll be king and queen,

and you'll never have to
bed anyone else ever again...

apart from me.

You're drunk.

No.

I've just had a little
sup of Lady Laudanum.

For my pain.

Here... have some.

Let me.

Not too much.

Did she hurt you very much?

To the core of my soul.

No.

Hello?

Quigley?

You paid the French girl's debt.

Pay mine to Benjamin
and get me my children,

and I'll work for you
for the rest of my life,

if needs be.

I was tipped this by Lord Babington.

Two guineas, on top of what you charged.

I'm valuable to you.

Very well.

We'll talk to him.

Thank you.

Charlotte Wells.

You are a forward,

flaunting hussy.

Hm.

Be mine.

Should we retire to your apartment

to discuss terms?

Wife's in town, one of her dinners.

But this is perfect.

I can be the farmer,

you the milkmaid...

panting for congress in the open air.

Here.

Take this.

There's a shady bower I
know down by the water.

You insult me, sir.

I'm not some low street girl

that can be bought for a
quick upright in the bushes.

I'm the best time of your life.

Morning, noon, and night.

You want me as your keeper?

We would have a riotous time.

I like the occasional dalliance, but...

a kept mistress.

My wife would chop off my manhood.

What's left of it.

Let me in! All right, all right,

I'm coming.

Let me in!

Emily!

Mrs. Wells! What's happened to you?

Where is she?

Oh, Mrs. Wells, thank god!

Sweet Jesus.

Oh, god, I made such a mistake.

Can you take me back?

I beg you, I'll do anything you want,

anything.

You're Quigley's girl now.

Who do you think did this?

You made your choice, Emily.

We can't turn her away.
She made her choice.

No, please, please,
just help me, please.

You.

You snake, you were meant to help me!

Here.

Take this to get you through the night.

Keep your wits about you,

try and stay off the street.

Curse this house

and every stinking one of you.

Hey.

Get off!

I will protect you while
you're under my roof.

But I will not be played for a fool.

Come on. Let's get to work.

Hello, Bill.

She let you off your leash?

Who gave you such a pasting, girl?

Who cares?

No one cares.

The dog shouldn't go unpunished.

The dog's a bitch.

There's a room at mine,

if you want it.

You can rest up,
pay me back when you're fit and well.

I've got money.

I don't need your pity,

you rancid troll.

I've been at Quigley's.

I'll find an even better house.

Oh, how lovely of you to call!

I've been on the prowl for rich men.

It's tiring work.

So.

Ah, there.

Aren't we a snug party?

Just like old times.

I miss my Carlotta.

Did you quarrel with Sir Fopwit?

He was very taken with Lucy last night.

As was everyone.

Do you mind her stealing
all the attention?

Do you mind that you
gave her up so soon?

He has a new "niece" to occupy him.

Oh.

But what of you?

Oh... I tire of Sir George.

I thought you might know of
someone seeking a companion.

Good news.

He's a vain fizzle of a man.

We onlookers long to see you
sparring with a true match.

And this is your young nephew.

He's whatever I want him to be,

whenever I want it.

Would you like to stroke him?

He's not a pet.

Oh, but he is.

I can't help with your dilemma,
I'm afraid.

Lovely as you are,

you're too old for my tastes now.

She's still Charlotte Wells.

She can get a new keeper in a trice.
Yes.

Why,
surely there are chaps who trail around

just to catch a glimpse of you,

in the coffee houses,
the pleasure gardens,

The Cocoa Tree.

Work your charms on one of them.

The children belong with their mother.

Their mother works for me.

If she's fretting,
she's not giving me her best.

I came here for relief,
not a lecture from a bawd.

Like a duck to water.

I want to add the price
of Harriet's children

to my debt to you,

so that they may be
reunited with their mother.

You cannot pay what you already owe.

There's been a change in our fortunes.

I'll start repaying you next week.

The price of my young
slaves has gone up.

I want a hundred pounds for them.
You can't do that.

They're your brother and sister.
They're my property!

You're not fit to be a
wart on your father's arse.

Can I have my whore now?

I'll lie with a corpse before
I'll lie with you again.

Benjamin, please.

Breed with your own sort in future.

Save us all this ungodly mess.

All right, that's enough,
get out, callous swine.

I'll get a better class
of whore elsewhere.

I regard it my duty to deal
with these type of people.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

Yes, sir.

Where's the girl?
It is no concern of yours.

You will only be implicated
if you ask questions.

I found blood.

What have you done to her? Let it alone.

I want to know who I'm
risking the noose for.

I gave you Lord Fallon. A foot soldier.

I want a real name,
the King of the Spartans.

That's my surety,
or I will help you no more.

Ah, gentlemen.

What news, Ma?

We're the news, or at least Lucy is.

What are you doing here?

A spot of hunting.

You all right?

Yeah.

Are we... Course we are, sprat.

Don't tell Ma.

Nothing to tell.

Lord Fallon, such an honor.

Lord Fallon.

As entreated, may I formally
present my youngest daughter,

Lucy Wells.

The songbird of the underworld.

Enchanted.

Lord Fallon's a real prospect for Lucy.

I need one too, Ma.

I've got to get away from Sir George.

Can I come home for a while?

Greek Street's not your home.

You know my meaning, with you and Lucy.

What do you want to
hawk around Soho for,

when you're living like
a duchess in St. James's?

Is it wrong to want
to be with my family?

You should be setting
your sights higher,

not lower.

Have I taught you nothing?

Go and mind your favorite.

You always make me
feel ten years younger.

Where's Charles?

He's been with Emily all day.

I managed the house for you.

Are you in there with that trollop?

Oh... drunk again.

Charles!

Charles, speak to me!

Charles, speak to me, please.

Speak to your mother.

Help!

Help, we need help now!

The good Lord will always forgive you.

He will welcome with open arms

those who have strayed... Scanwell!

Wait here, I'll be back.

Amelia. Miss Cross.

How's your ma?

A little better, thank you.

Why'd you run off last night?

Oi, come on, Violet!

If it's money you need...

I have it.

Hm.

You are prettier than him.

House to roll.

And house wins, sir.

The lady wins again.

No, he's too old.

His twig and berries'll
be shriveled out of sight.

Play again, sir?

Lady Repton let you off your leash?

Slipped it.

She's got the stamina of a ploughman.

I'm wrung out.

Poor Mr. Marney.

What will become of you?

I thought I might try
my chances in America.

Hop a ride over the ocean.

You're missing your friends, the fish?

There's lots I miss about the ocean.

Wide horizons,

sense of possibility.

Care to join me?

Why not?

We can keep ourselves,
be our own masters.

So when do you propose we
set off on this adventure?

Why, this very day.

Let's go down to the
docks and see what's about.

And supposing we survive the crossing.

What would we do in America?
What wouldn't we do?

We could start again,

we'd be Lord and Lady
Lovewealth on the rampage!

I'm serious.

Let's do it.

I'll get seasick.

But you're right.

We should be our own masters.

Charles!

This is a powerful emetic.

It will discharge the
poisons from his body.

Good boy.

Good boy, good boy.

Oh, clean it... clean it!

Help me get him to his feet.

Help.

We must keep him conscious, madam, Yes.

or the drug will take him.

Walk with Mumma round and round.

Round the park like we used to.

That's a good boy.

Don't torment me, Betsey.

Please?

Why so cold, Bobby?

We only want a little drink,
we're thirsty.

You must be good, Bets,
he's having a spasm

every time you touch him.

I gave you all my money.

Aww, poor Bobby.

I'm toying with a conundrum, lady:

whether to tell your harlot

you're in the pay of Madame Quigley,

or to tell your mother you're
in the sway of a harlot.

Fear not.

I'll say nothing at all.

Oi!

Leave her be, you runt.

Is he bothering you?

No, no.

I wish to thank him
for helping my mother...

and me.

Move on.

Don't pretend you're a friend.

Split me, weren't you Emily Lacey once?

I still fucking am!

We must pray he rallies now.

Child...

Mother!

Where have you been for so long?

You are not safe among the harlots.

But you sent me to them. I was wrong.

They will exploit your
compassion and corrupt you.

Shh, do not fret so.

I am here, I am fine.

Proverbs, there is a passage
in Proverbs, read it for me.

Chapter five, verse three.

Chapter five, verse three.

"For the lips of a strange woman

"drop as honeycomb,

"and her mouth is smoother than oil."

See how they draw you in.

"But her end is bitter as wormwood,

"sharp as a two-edged sword.

"Her feet go down to death.

"Her steps take hold on hell."

I'm burning.

Amelia, I'm burning!

I don't want your money.

I want you.

I did not admit you.

These things are not yours!

They are, paid for by hard labor.

Paid for by Lady Caroline.

You think she would like this?

You wait long enough,
she too might take pity

and bestow her favors upon you.

It is I who pitied you,

though it revolts me to think of it now.

Prize your luck, Mr. Haxby.

You had the famous
Charlotte Wells for free.

Even Sir George has to pay...
richly, as you can see.

I see everything.

Howard.

Rescue me from your tedious man.
He does babble so.

Haxby, you will leave this house and
my family's employ at this minute.

Sir,
you know me well enough to know I...

I know you're a sneering hypocrite,

and a thief to boot for
stealing my property!

She thrust herself upon me.

You gave yourself to Haxby

under my roof?

You drove me to it.

I'm leaving.

I say when you leave!

You will know your place.

You will...

I'm taking you to dinner tonight,

so you have to behave.

Wear this.

I love you, Charlotte.

You should have seen our girl.

She had Lord Fallon eating
out of the palm of her hand.

Hm.

We'll lose you soon, will we, Lucy?

Going off into the world,
make your fortune.

Lord Fallon will be here soon.

Why don't you go upstairs,

get some rest?

I'll rest here, Ma.

Sweet girl.

You taste of fresh-churned butter.

Some port?

I prefer to eat.

Sit.

A rare and delicate fruit.

Like you.

My very own Persephone.

These seeds...

seal your fate.

Swallow.

Feel the juice...

run down your throat.

Now you're mine.

I swear to you, it was an elephant!

I'm thinking of sitting for a portrait,

but I don't want to pose as a wood nymph

or bare too much flesh.

... As large as life,
walking through St. James's Park

on a leash,
like it was a pet hound or something.

Good evening, ladies, gentlemen.

My wife sends her apologies.

May I present my guest in her stead,

Charlotte Wells.

What are you doing, man?

You insult us all,
where is Lady Caroline?

She's unable to tear herself
away from the hothouse these days.

Which is apt,

given she has the
personality of a plant.

Charlotte is my proxy wife.

For God's sake,

just eat your food and leave early.

I've asked her to behave.

And she always listens to you?

She does now... don't you, my dear?

Yes.

Shall we?

Was everything to your satisfaction?

Your daughter...

is a goddess,

and I will take her into
keeping and treat her as such.

She's young.

Her needs must be
protected by a contract.

I'll have one drawn up and sent to you,

along with adequate
remuneration for you,

of course.

You honor us, your Lordship.

I know.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I'll do better next time.

What are you talking about?

He wants you!

He called you a goddess.

You're going to be one of
the leading lights in London,

and you'll be safe.

Please don't make me go with him.

What?

He scares me.

Did he hurt you?

He made me eat seeds.

I don't understand, Lucy.

You have to have a keeper!

Not him.

Please.

Can't I just stay here

and do something else,
I'm no good at this.

Lord Fallon is a good
opportunity for you.

We'll talk later.

Charlie.

Mum!

Charlie, oh Charlie!

Mumma!

We have ridden out the storm,
Mrs. Quigley.

Your son is in calmer waters.

Charlie! You're all right.

Justice Cunliffe is downstairs for you,
madam.

Stay with him.

Watch him.

We need another girl.

It is a growing monster
that must be fed.

It is murder.

And it is not worth my while.

You have no choice,
I can have you swinging

from a rope by the end of the week.

And you would be swinging beside me.

You know my price.

You must be satisfied with Lord Fallon.

I cannot risk revealing anyone else.

You don't know.

You don't know who you're working for.

You're merely the lackey.

You don't know.

Please, Lydia, you must help me.

All your threats are as nothing to me.

You're scared. And you should be too.

I beg you.

Yes, beg.

Beg!

I like that.

I like that a lot.

He rides for you, doesn't he? Yeah.

Want me to warm your bed, darling?

Hello, handsome, want to take me home?

I'm the Duchess of Quim!

I've heard that you are a famed wit,
Miss Wells.

If you have to be here,
at least entertain us.

I find her wit an unbecoming trait,
Lady Rutledge.

I've cured her of it.

There is much that is
unbecoming in your guest,

but surely a cleverness
with words and humor

is to be admired.

Unless you're the subject of it,

which he always is.

Is that why you left your wife at home?

She can be most satirical about you.

Few people think Sir
George is very clever,

but he's solved the eternal mystery

of how to tame a shrew in one afternoon.

Why don't you tell them how you did it?

Charlotte.

These are your friends.

Surely you want to assist them

with the capricious
women in their lives.

Tell them how you got
me to behave tonight.

I do apologize.

I fear I overstepped the
mark in bringing Miss Wells.

We're leaving. How will you make me?

Will you punch me again
with all your might?

Charlotte! Will you pin me to the bed,

tell me that you're my lord and master

and rape me?

Is that what you will do again,

rape me?

You see now her cruel wit.

I see no wit,

only cruelty.

I suggest we retire to the drawing room,

where the air is better.

I'm leaving too,

lest his violence follows me.

Bad form, old fellow.

You don't believe any of this, do you?