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FRED NARRATING: Lizzie is
being paid a small fortune
by Ruskin the rogue,

in addition to him paying
for any painting she completes,

which so far, is precisely none.

GABRIEL: Keep the change,
keep all of it.

WAITER: Thank you
very much, sir.

[CLAPPING AND CHEERING]

FRED: Lizzie dresses
like a Queen,

and even Gabriel is such a swell as I never thought possible.

We all trail in their wake,
though some more
happily than others.

And me? Better off
than I've ever been,

but living beyond my means to keep up with the brotherhood.

I would cut myself loose
from their moorings,

but the only stories
I can sell are about
their celebrated lives.

[CHEERING]

FRED: And nobody is more
dazzled by money
than revolutionaries.

They spent money
when they did not have it,

so now that they have it,
they spend it even more.

GABRIEL: I'm not telling.
Because you are embarrassed.

I know you are asking in order
to be outraged at the answer.

Come on, why would Johnny
be outraged?

What is the most he ever spent
on a dress for you or himself?

What does it really
matter, anyway?

It cost three pounds. There!
Lizzie's dress
cost three pounds!

Now can we shut up about it!

It is beautiful.

-WILLIAM: Three pounds
for a dress?
-GABRIEL: We're a Brotherhood!

I thought we were meant to
delight in each other's
good fortune.

Yes, but we are all alone
in the end though?

You will be with
conversation like that.

[LAUGHTER]

WILLIAM: Gabriel, I am sorry.
I only wish I could share
in your good fortune.

It's just I miss Annie.
I miss her so much.

How about this young lady?

She looks ripe enough
to shake you out of your torpor.

No, I mean to embrace celibacy.

From this day forth.

You need to embrace something
and it's not celibacy.

I'm in earnest. Listen.

You must marry Lizzie,
without delay.

I mean, you must
be able to afford it now.

Do you know who that is
over there?

WILLIAM: I'm giving you
the best advice I can.

As a man who has been led
hopelessly astray
by his own lust,

I do not wish the same fate
to befall you!

Do you make a habit of spitting?

Depends what I've got in my
mouth at the time, sir.

-Have you listened to a word
I've just said?
-Yes.

I should not become
distracted by lust...

[HE SNORES]

Gabriel.

Gabriel!

Let me take a piss first
and then I'll satisfy you,

-you cock-hungry Jezebel.
-Gabriel!

What?

I want you to tell me honestly.

How much work
have you done to the mural

that has been commissioned
on my recommendation?

The mural?

It's still very much
at the planning stage.

And yet if I was to ask you
to return the advance?

Spent, I'm afraid.

Perhaps we have been
a little excessive
in our carousing of late...

RUSKIN: You've been spotted at
Cremorne Gardens
reeling from laudanum

every evening
for the last two months.

Sorry, Mr Ruskin.
This will not go on.

I'm beginning to think
that I have made a mistake

in supporting you both
in this way.

John! Blame me, not Lizzie.

I am quite the fool when it
comes to running round town
like a swell.

I do blame you, Gabriel. I do.

RUSKIN: I want to see the mural
as completed by the end
of the month. Understood?

End of the month.
Certainly. And Lizzie?

Miss Siddal must set up
her studio under my roof

where she will not be
so tempted and led astray

by the world and all that
it has to offer.

-Your house?
-I shall expect
you to work there each day

between nine and eight
and then return home
to your parents' house

at the end of each working day,
too exhausted to indulge

your new-found passion
for promenading and gin.

This is how Ruskin began with
Effie. No questioning.
Blind obedience.

It's all your fault, Fred.
You and your
Talk And Tablecolumn!

I thought you liked having
your name in the papers!

-I think you took unfair
advantage of my shallow nature.
-She must do it.

You make an enemy of Ruskin
and your career will suffer.

-Look at me!
-GABRIEL: Oh, yes.
Your poverty is legendary!

WILLIAM: Tell me those two
strange creatures over there

are looking at you else I shall
be compelled to
rip their heads off.

Yes, they're students
from my evening class.

The fat one is William
something or other
and the thin one is Ned,

I can't remember what.
They are harmless.

They adore me.

God knows I need it.

You have the love of a woman.
That is the most valuable
thing of all.

You're selling paintings,
Maniac. Johnny Boy
is selling paintings.

You're both famous
for being artists.

I'm famous for being
the friend of artists.

It's like being Fred
or something.

-No offence...
-None taken.

Then take my advice.
Leave the debauchery behind.

Concentrate only on the work.

That is entirely my intention.
My code.

My manifesto.

[HE SNORES]

[DOOR SLAMS]

What are you doing?

Getting my things together
so I can go to Ruskin.

-What's the rush?
-LIZZIE: You heard him, Gabriel.

He has given me one last chance.
I intend to take it.

You're seriously going to
report to Ruskin every day?

And perhaps he is right,

I should spend every night
at my parents' house...
for now, at least.

You're letting him control you!

He is John Ruskin.

I am a novice painter.

I think for what he's paying me,
he should be able to control me.

And my feelings about this?

You want me to be an artist.

Ruskin has granted that wish.

I love you.

But I have to do this.
You do see that?

Of course.

No, absolutely.

LIZZIE: And Gabriel, get on
with the mural.
We both need Ruskin.

[CHURCH BELLS CHIME]

This was formerly my studio.

RUSKIN: I haven't completed
a painting since my portrait
of John Millais.

It's well-equipped, but...

..you must ask
if you need anything else.

Work as much as possible
in colour.

I do not care if they are
separate drawings
or illuminations,

but always try to sketch in
colour rather than pencil only.

Watercolour, of course.

And what you do,
you must show me,

whether you think it good or
bad, or nothing, or something.

-I see.
-Until Gabriel comes to his
senses and marries you,

you shall be under
my protection and care.

Gabriel cares for me
far more than you realise.

And I will be happy to buy your
work as and when you produce it.

But you must not think
that you have to be
marvellously productive.

I want to see that you are
looked after and settled.

And healthy.

[LAUGHTER AND CHEERING]

Come for a dance?

All right, you'll do, you'll do.

May I have the next dance?

I am afraid the lady
is occupied.

If she was occupied,
Mr Dickens, she'd either be
waltzing or copulating.

Now, unless there is a dwarf
under her skirts,

then she is doing neither.

-You missed out 'flating.
-Ahh.

-God's sake! I have company!
-You will always have company.

But an opportunity like me
will not happen every day.

[SHE SCREAMS REPEATEDLY]

-Are you an artist?
-I am.

Yeah. You fuck like an artist.

Is that a good thing?

Would you do me the honour
of sitting for me?

Me? In a painting?

[SHE CHUCKLES]

I've got too much meat
on my bones.

You like 'em skinny
like boys, don't you?

I feel deep in my soul that I
may be about to change my style.

[HE SIGHS]

[HE SCREAMS AND GRUNTS]

Come on!

-Dante. Dante.
-Dante.

Dante.

Dante. Dante.

Dante.

Good God! What are you doing?

What do you want!
You'll have to forgive us.

We are rather impulsive.

Just tell me what you want.

-Your guidance. Your advice.
-Advice!

Never, never...

go out in matching purple.

William has written some poems
he would like you to read.

-Poems?
-They are the first
I have ever written.

So I just need your help
to get them published in a...

pages, covers, binding... book!

A big book,
because there are a lot of them.

"To be saved from the wind,
the merciless wind.

"That moaneth through
it always..."

[BOTH MOANING]

I am going to paint you.

I'll pay you to model
and in such a way...

Yeah, pretend you aren't
paying me for these and this.

I've been painting something
called Foundfor some time.

It is about a fallen woman.

Like Awakening Conscience?
That 'unt painting?

Actually, Hunt saw Found
and copied it.

He's a good painter, though,
ain't he? That 'unt.

GABRIEL: Does the idea
appeal or not?

I'll do any job you pay me for.

But thanks for asking,

no man ever asked
if I minded before.

No, wait. Stop!

-I've had an idea!
-Oh, yeah. I can feel your idea.

No, no. No, wait.

The world doesn't need
another fallen woman painting.

I am going to paint a
celebration of your sensuality.

I am going to call it...

Bocca Baciata...

that's Italian
for "the kissed mouth".

Well, I won't argue with that!

What's Italian for
"hourly rate"?

Oh, my God! What time is it?

I have to be somewhere!

Oh, time passes
so quickly with you!

[SHE SNICKERS]

Don't leave without some of my
own special ivory bone dust,
Miss Siddal.

-Bone dust?
-An excellent restorative.

It will address your weakness.

What weakness would that be?

-When do you think you can
travel to Oxford, Lizzie?
-Oxford?

To stay with my friends
the Aclands.

He's a medical man,
and an excellent fellow
on such matters.

John tells me you have a surfeit
of nervous energy, Miss Siddal.

That may be so,
but I hardly think it requires
medical attention.

RUSKIN: She has pride,
does she not, Mother?

Indeed, I would go as far
as to say

that she might
have been born a Countess.

The plain hard fact
is that I think you have genius,

and I don't think there is much
genius in the world,

and I want to keep
what there is in it.

So sorry I'm late!

And there may be goodish
intervals when you cannot work

and may need
my financial assistance.

I've been writing a poem!

It's a celebration on this very
subject, actually. Prostitution!

RUSKIN: I hardly think Lizzie's
position is of moral equivalent
to prostitution, Gabriel.

A comparison made
in very poor taste, Mr Rossetti,

even by your queasy standards.

Only if you consider
prostitution to be morally
wrong, Mrs Ruskin.

Gabriel. Come now.

What is a prostitute?

A woman who has made a choice.

What does a seamstress
get paid, Lizzie?

I don't know.
I was never a seamstress.

Well, a whore can make
twice the money

and have ten times
the enjoyment!

You don't know
what you speak, Gabriel.

Perhaps my poem on this very
subject will convince you.

"Your silk ungirdled and
unlaced, and warm sweets
open to the waist,

"all golden
in the lamplight's gleam,

"poor beauty,

"so well worth a kiss!"

That's bloody lovely sherry
by the way, John.

No wonder your family's
all tinned up!

Straining to shock is rather an
adolescent trait, Mr Rossetti.

"To be a first-rate painter
you mustn't be pious,

"but rather a little wicked."
Does that sound familiar, John?

I hardly meant that a man
should go and throw money

in a prostitute's hair, Gabriel.

[HE BURPS]

Excuse me.

GABRIEL: I left those Ruskins
reeling, did I not?

Did you hear the silence
after I stopped speaking?

That silence was the silence
of those who are
deeply embarrassed.

Oh. I see.
You are of Ruskin's camp now.

His paid house artist!

It has nothing to do with
whose "camp" I belong to...

you were rude and boorish

and ignorant and,
to be frank, insane.

You sat there in silence!

If anyone played the village
idiot in that little cameo,
it was you!

No, Gabriel. It was your
arrival that rendered me dumb.

Oh, I see. I missed your act,
did I?

Too late to see the Hat Shop
Girl speak as though
she had a brain?

Is that how you regard me?

Like some kind of novelty act
that you've trained up?

The reason I sat in silence
was because

you didn't leave
me any room to be myself.

Before you arrived,
I was full of confidence

because two people seemed to
want to hear my opinion.

When you arrived, it was clear
there was only ever

going to be one opinion
expressed in that room.

Yours!

I'm sorry.

I... I am a fool.

I'm only happy on social
occasions when there is
chaos around.

I find comfort in the
disequilibrium of others,
it's true.

It was unforgivable
to rush in there and show off

and try in my clumsy way

to demonstrate that I was
as good as you...

I suppose, I'm jealous.

And jealousy makes
me petulant in the extreme.

Can we just seek comfort
in each other's arms tonight?

This is what I am attempting.

No, like this.
Holding each other.
Nothing more.

This is exactly what I was
talking about at the Ruskins.

Why must a man feel he has to
earn the right to come near
a woman?

So you'd rather I showed no
reservation and behaved like
the whores you clearly admire.

Would that be such a hardship?

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[HEAVY BREATHING]

I need them now! I need them
now! I need them now!

[THEY MOAN]

Now, now, now...

Will you please
stop following me?

-I am afraid
that's not possible.
-Not possible.

[HE GRUNTS]

GABRIEL: What?

Where has it gone?

Oh. Shit, shit, shit!

William was wondering
if you'd read the poems yet?

Yet. It does not often help
my poems much to solve them.

You are unbelievable!

Can you not see that I'm
in a terrible, crushing dilemma,

yet you choose to harass
me about your juvenilia!

Your decision to abandon
an undercoat
was not an artistic one?

An undercoat?

On the wall.

NED: Before you began.

I assumed it was a radical
departure rather than an...

..an oversight.

Undercoat.

An undercoat...

Oh!

GABRIEL: Hello.

I wasn't expecting you tonight.

I came here because I had
an overwhelming desire
to embrace you.

GABRIEL: Are you upset
in some way?

It's Ruskin, isn't it?

-What has he done now?
-Everybody wants to
blame Ruskin.

But it is you,

Gabriel,

and this...this. This slut

who you celebrated in your poem.

GABRIEL: Why do you hate
other women so much?

What's wrong with you?

Yes, Fanny is a street girl.

Yes, she is a prostitute.

She has a sweet
and giving and sensual nature.

And yes, I want to capture
that on canvas

rather than go down
the same old route

of fallen women
and the dangers of lust!

And do you know something?

I actually think it's healthy.

Certainly healthier than
your grudging attitude
towards sensuality.

Thank you for at least being
honest about our love affair.

We don't have a love affair.

We've an argument
punctuated by sex!

I hate you! For all your talk
of your soul and depth

you are dead inside!

Do you hear me? Dead!

It is exactly what I feared.

The Ruskins have taken you over.

Millais was right. They have
poisoned you against me.

You are lost to me!

I fear I am lost to you because

my wish of being an artist
is coming true.

I fear you much preferred me
when I was a hopeful failure.

I fear that is what you will
always want in a woman!

If you walk away from me
I can only assume that you
won't be returning.

It is over, Gabriel.

You are incapable of love

and I only wish I'd
realised that sooner.

It's over.

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

You broke off your engagement?

Lizzie broke off
our engagement, Fred.

She has changed
beyond recognition

from the sweet hat shop girl
we fell in love with.

It's a tragedy, Gabriel.

To see you married would be
finally to see you happy.

I know what it means to have
your heart ripped in two.

-Lizzie must have
been distraught.
-GABRIEL: It was hateful, Fred.

It has left me unable
to think of anything else.

Well, if you will persist
in answering the siren call
of your own lust,

-then you will never
be truly happy.
-So what do you suggest?

Well, I am going to the Gardens.

And I suggest you come with me.

-The Gardens?
-Yes.

Well, I suppose
I might just be able

to block her out of my mind
for a few hours.

So, we're not here to buy, then?

Quite the contrary, Gabriel.

We are here to persuade
these young ladies
to reform their lives.

A leaflet dissuading
ladies from debauchery?

I have already lost Lizzie.
Are you trying to leave me
with nothing?

It is necessary that good men
intervene to show these ladies
the error of their ways.

A leaflet, my dear.

JOHN: An excellent initiative.
I wish I'd thought of it.

Perhaps you can give
the rest to your...

..benighted sisters.

-Mr Hunt.
-Dickens.

-A noble enterprise, sir,
in all respects.
-Thank you.

I have taken it
one step further.

I have established
a House Of Fallen Women, sir.

A house full of the most
debauched and morally degraded
young ladies

in the whole of London,
where they will be educated
and reformed.

A house full of young
fallen women?

GABRIEL: Is that Fanny
over there?

That's Fanny, isn't it?

You would not be the first man
to be mistaken

in the estimation
of a lady's character.

I was not mistaken in my
estimation of Fanny's
character, Millais.

GABRIEL: Don't you see?

I may be jealous,
but I am wrong to feel that.

She is freer than any of us.

Free from the shackles
of social convention.

FRED: Or enslaved by
economic circumstances

into performing sex
with rich and sweaty toffs.

[ANNIE LAUGHS]

It was bound to happen
sooner or later, Maniac.

-WILLIAM: Do you think she
looked a little plump?
-I think she looked terrible.

Really? I thought she looked
as though she was thriving.

Which they say is often a sign
that someone is feeling
terrible inside.

The mask of the merry,
I believe they call it.

I have an idea that will cheer
you up beyond measure, Hunt.

I find myself in the company of
many buyers of art these days.

And it occurs to me
that it might, perhaps,

be worth bypassing the Academy
with your new painting.

-I will never paint again.
-FRED: You should show it
in a gallery

-and convince them to
show it for a shilling a ticket.
-Dashed risky business.

-How many attended
the Manchester exhibition?
-Over a million.

The owner would need a fraction
of that number
and we'd make more money

than anyone thought possible,
before the painting
was even sold.

Would you care for me to
open negotiations
on your behalf

-in return for a small
percentage of the profits?
-You know nothing, Fred.

-I know what makes money.
-You know nothing
of suffering...

..and loss...

..and the hell I am in.

Otherwise you would not
be prattling on about money.

I am in hell, Fred.

She has put me in hell!

I'm going to paint
Marigolds for the backdrop.

They are the flower
of sacred love.

And pain.

And jealousy.

Now, you surely are not jealous.

Why would I not be?

You've allowed me to paint
beauty and womanhood
for its own sake.

That makes me love you a little.

And love always brings
jealousy in its wake.

Oh.

GABRIEL: You don't seem pleased.

I hardly dare believe it.

[HE CLEARS HIS THROAT]

How long have you been
standing there?

What is it, Fred?

It is Lizzie, Gabriel.

She is dying.

Ruskin hadn't seen her
since she left you.

Her family didn't know
her whereabouts.

Then last night, she turned up,
mad with laudanum
and weaker than ever.

GABRIEL: I don't know
how I can help.

You can tell her
of your undying love.

If you want to save her life,
that is what you must do.

She is terrible weak.
Terrible weak.

And delirious.

-She talks of going to Sheffield
to improve her art.
-Sheffield?

What order of derangement
would send a person there?

Well, she got it into her head
that she could find
happiness there.

I had no idea
it had got this bad.

-LIZZIE: You came.
-Of course I came.

CHARLOTTE: She called
for you, Gabriel.

-She loves you.
-And I, her.

Then tell her, Gabriel,
for God's sake, tell her!

LIZZIE: Charlotte, please.

Did you bring laudanum?

Sorry, my love.

Don't lie to me.

Did you bring laudanum?

Here.

GABRIEL: My God.

What have I done?

You have broken my heart.

I have, haven't I?

You are right.

Although the laudanum too may
have contributed to your
wretched state,

and the not eating and so forth.

Dear Gabriel.

Still looking for excuses.

I am merely pointing out
that you need to take greater
care of yourself.

I thought I could go
on without your love...

..but without your love
I have nothing to live for.

You will never lose my love.

I'm giving you
the chance to be free.

No. As soon as you are better
we will be married.

I hardly deserve that you
consent to it, but please,

please...

Will you relinquish
all other lovers?

I swear. I swear.

And as soon as
you are strong enough

to reach the church at the
bottom of the road
then we will be married.

Now, please. Eat. Get better.

You promised
to marry her? Again?

And she accepted.

You devil!

You gypsy! You stinking liar!

-CHARLOTTE: You shit!
-GABRIEL: Stop! For God's sake!

You are killing her.

You are inflicting the death
of a thousand promises!

-Now let go of my hand.
-Are you calm now?

-I am calm!
-Are you calm now?

I am calm.

Fred! Help me! Help me! Fred!

Please, Charlotte.

Lizzie has made her choice.

For better or worse,
she has made her choice.

You're not too quick
off the mark.

Perhaps because
you deserved it, Gabriel.

FRED: Whether he offered to
marry her out of fear
for his reputation

or pity for her,
one thing is for sure.

He is not marrying her for love.

Ruskin!

-What on earth
are you doing here?
-It is Thursday, is it not?

Yes.

So, today is the day we arranged
for you to show me your
completed mural.

Shall we go in?

It is not quite complete.

Well, I am capable of judging
a work before it is complete

and I would like reassurance
that you have made progress.

So you don't trust me then?

No, Gabriel, I do not.
Shall we go in?

Lizzie's been ill.
We thought she would die.

So I haven't been working
on this as often as I should.

Nonsense. She's been on the mend
for days now. Shall we?

Very well.

Are you not
accompanying me, Gabriel?

I think you should see for
yourself the progress I've made.

Without the expectant
artist on your shoulder.

As you wish.

[HE GRUNTS]

RUSKIN: Gabriel!

Gabriel, come in here at once!

You have made
miraculous progress.

Indeed I have.

Indeed I have!

Some of your flowers
are a little imprecise,

-but I have known all along
you are no Millais.
-God forbid.

I think you have
been altogether...

..too modest.

It certainly
looks that way, doesn't it?

-Well done, Gabriel.
-Thank you.

William Morris.
Ned Burne-Jones, I thank you...

..from the depth of my scrotum!

The sketches were there.
We only really had to colour in.

Some of the flowers were a
little rough, but we can
forgive that.

-The poems.
-I'll never be the
artist you are.

Oh, Ruskin may disagree
with you there.

-You mentioned us
to Ruskin?
-Poems.

Of course. You don't think I
would take the credit alone,
do you?

Poems!

Sorry, William?

Now will you read my poems?

You, my friend, are a big,
hairy ball of genius!

You like William's poems?

How long did it take you
to write these?

Two perhaps, three...

Seven in a week,
thirty in a month...

-Days!
-Three days! And he'd never
written poetry before!

Nobody told me
it would be so easy.

Come and sit
with the Brotherhood.

I think I will swoon with pride.

Before you do,
you can buy us drinks.

"Ozana, shall I pray for thee?
Her cheek is laid to thine."

I am telling you,
these boys are every bit

as heartfelt
and genuine as we once were.

What now, Reverend Fred?

I thought perhaps you might
at least stay sober tonight.

Oh, yes. Lizzie and I
are getting married tomorrow.

And you and Ned are invited.

To your...bride...
groom...wedding?

Of course.
All the Brotherhood are invited.

And as you are now both
members of the Brotherhood.

The Brotherhood?

Ned!

Ned! Ned!

-Ned, Ned. Ned. Ned.
-'Ere, watch out!

When was this decided?
You can't just go adding members

to the Brotherhood
whenever you fancy.

Millais has gone
his own way, Maniac.

We need fresh,
new dedicated members.

Ned and Morris are more
in tune to our ideals, anyway.

And under your spell.

I'm ignoring you, Fred,

until you've recovered
some of your former sweetness.

Shrivelled and bitter
doesn't suit you.

And, er, Ned can paint, you say?

He can paint, and Morris can
write the most exquisite poetry.

And he's an ardent Christian.

[GLASSES SMASH]

Seems like a good chap.

MAN AT BAR: What d'you
do that for?

Bloody poets!

May I bring my sweetheart?

I told you, Ned's invited.

I have a girl so beautiful
she will take your breath away.

Bring her, bring her,
by all means.

If she's as big as him she'll
take any man's breath away.

How's Fanny taken the news
of your betrothal?

Fanny's a free spirit.

She'll take it in her stride.

So you don't mind in any way?

Not even a twinge of jealousy?

I have no claims
on you, Rossetti,

cos, after all,
I have no feelings.

What?

I cannot have no feelings
because my grammar
is all in the wrong.

And I do not have clever words

so surely this means
I have no feelings.

I am as thick skinned
as I am thick headed.

Fanny, please,
do not take on like this.

Hey.

[SHE LAUGHS]

-I worried you, didn't I?
-You did indeed.

I have never met a woman
with whom I have such
a complete understanding.

-Nor I a man.
-And...

I am tinned to the gills
right now.

Ruskin paid me for the mural.

Oh, where have you been
all my life?

Where have you been?

Don't move.

Don't move
until I've memorised you.

Oh, the way the light
falls on your hair

and captures the pulse
on your pale neck.

Tea or hot chocolate?

I have a very good memory.

There.

You are burned into my brain.
I will carry you always in here.

And I'll paint you from memory.
That I can do.

You are an artist?
That explains a lot.

-I was merely a painter
until I met you.
-And a poet too.

Would you consider
sitting for me?

-Me?
-I know there are some people
who don't consider modelling

to be a respectable profession,

but I insist that it is the most
noble profession there is.

Apart, perhaps,
from being an artist.

An artist only records beauty,

but a model radiates it.
And truth.

And a waitress takes orders
from customers, not teasing.

I'm not mocking you.

You are a holy thing to me.

A holy thing.

If I were Millais I would...

Oh, I would paint you
in a pure white silk dress.

If I were Monro I'd carve a
lovely medallion
from your profile.

-You're Rossetti, aren't you?
-Does that mean I'm famous?

No, but your patter is.

-I'm not getting married.
-You cannot do this.

You simply cannot
at this late hour!

If I marry Lizzie then I'm
promising never to launch
another stunner.

And we all know
that isn't a promise I can keep.

-Why on earth did you ask her
to marry you, then?
-I panicked.

I thought she'd die
before I got her to the altar!

Gabriel. I know lust.

I know what it is to spot a
stunner from humble origins.

But listen to me.
God has rewarded me
for showing restraint,

for controlling my base urges.

And now, I have money
flowing in on a regular basis.

You were always
selling paintings.

I don't find that
a very convincing argument.

-Five thousand pounds
just this week.
-What?

Fred's scheme. To sell tickets
for my paintings. It worked.

God has rewarded us
for living a good life.

A good life, Gabriel.
And your art will flourish.

So, that's the bargain
we must make with God?

Constancy in marriage,
or abstinence out of it?

That is the bargain
we all must make.

No negotiation?

This is God
we're talking about, Gabriel.

-He doesn't negotiate.
-He doesn't?

Then I'm really in trouble then.

In the presence of God,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit,

we come together to witness
the marriage of
Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

to Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

[RATTLING]

MORRIS: Damn this door.

This bloody, crapping door!

NED: The other way, William.

And to pray for God's blessing
upon them,

to share their joy
and to celebrate their love.

-To the jealousy and the love
and the happiness...
-Congratulations.

May I introduce
my sweetheart, Jane Burden.

You are more beautiful
than William told me.

He lies. I told him accurate.

Congratulations, Mr Rossetti.

I admire anyone
that can commit to love.

I've rarely been committed
to anything else, Miss Burden.

Congratulations.

-Ned.
-Gabriel.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

Who the hell has Ruskin
brought with him?

A family friend. Rose La Touche.

-GABRIEL: She must
be 15 years old.
-LIZZIE: Fourteen.

Fourteen!

WILLIAM: Gabriel!
What on earth
gives Fred the right

to bring Annie here? Gabriel?

Please do not cause trouble
on this our day of days, Maniac.

Very well. But only for you.

Consider it a wedding present.

I'd been hoping for cushions.

I take it
you're no fan of weddings.

I just saw a young lady,
who was once upon a time
my sweetheart,

on the arm of a man
I once considered a friend.

Me too.

Except in my case,
the sweetheart was the groom.

It's a trying situation
at the best of times.

Yeah. Just cos I work
with my below decks

doesn't mean
I don't have a heart.

Very eloquently put.

What?

I've never been called that
before, that's for sure.

Gabriel tells me you're rich.

That is true.

You wanna spend
a guinea or two on me

and I'll show you
sins you never thought of,

just to help us over
the heartbreak and such like.

So you would willingly
subject yourself
to no end of degradation?

Oh, if the price was right,
sir, I would.

And I take it you are
a grubby...

..uneducated girl...

..who readily feigns enjoyment
of the basest of activities.

Lower born than
Annie Miller, too, sir.

Well, I think...

I can offer you something.

I can't read.

Well, it says,

"The Charles Dickens Home
For The Reform Of Fallen Women".

What's that mean?

It means your salvation, Fanny.

It means your salvation.

Ladies and gentlemen, Gabriel
would like to say a few words.

Thank you, John.

As you all know I am not a man
given to hasty decision making.

Or any decision making,
come to that.

But as Maniac reminded me,

the day I laid eyes
on the woman I love

my destiny was set.

So, I'd like to describe for you
the feelings that
engulfed me, nay,

overwhelmed me that day.

And overwhelm me this day.

Because it wasn't just her hair

which flowed like slick
waves down her back.

It wasn't just the intensity
in her heavy lidded eyes.

It wasn't just her lips...

..which seemed to form
a perfect bow.

Nor was it her long,
stately, neck

and her alabaster skin.

It was the fact that her
humble background made it all...

-WILLIAM: Please! Just..
-FANNY: Get your hands off me.

Miss Cornforth. I have your
best interests at heart!

Bugger off! Do-gooder!

It's not what you think.

Nothing ever is, Maniac.

Nothing ever is.

To us!

ALL: To us!

[CHEERING AND LAUGHTER]

FRED: Weddings are the best
occasion for swift
and unlikely liaisons.

I will leave with Annie
and be thinking of Lizzie.

Hunt won't leave with Fanny,
but be thinking of Annie.

Millais will leave with Effie,
but be thinking of Ruskin.

And Rossetti will leave with the greatest prize of all,

but will still be thinking
of Jane.

And Fanny.

And Annie.