Harlots (2017) s03e03 Episode Script
Season 3, Episode 3
1 You burned my house down.
I don't care what you like.
LUCY: My sister had a score to settle in the tavern.
[GRUNTS.]
John Kelly, ready for your next big fight? Just a friendly reminder that the walls and black men have ears.
Resist from within and they cannot hurt you.
MAN: An escape! [BOTH LAUGHING.]
Sophia's married to the footman.
She says she's happy.
LUCY: You've brought me into a molly house.
A Wells in my house? There's only one place left.
As you are in such dire straits.
You can have your dirty money and you never come near me, my girls, or my family ever again.
Now fly away home.
You win.
How would you grow this? You don't own the floor you stand on.
You need to invest.
How do you recon to do that? America.
There's land for sale.
[JAUNTY CLASSICAL MUSIC.]
Harlots 3x03 Episode 3 [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
It's definitely her.
What do you think she wants? So even hell spat you out? It seems hell has been visited on this house.
No one died, if that's what you're hoping.
I'm here to see Charlotte.
You'll have to crawl through me first.
Then please send her my love.
You can change the face you present to the world, but you can't change your putrid soul.
Stay away! [UPBEAT MUSIC.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
Oh, don't stop! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
- Talk with me.
- I think it's best I don't.
There's the sky to observe, the weather to deliberate.
I'm not your chat mate.
Don't spoil it.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[SNIFFS.]
[CHUCKLES.]
Ooh, good lass.
Oh, yes.
Nearly there.
[GROANING.]
[UPBEAT MUSIC.]
[SHOUTS.]
Sorry.
[GROANING.]
- [GIGGLES.]
- NORTH: We'll fit a fair few in tonight.
I'm gonna make you a mint.
I got my money back.
Tonight's for you.
[CHUCKLES.]
What of repairs, loss of earnings? I get to make my champion.
That's all I need.
We'll split the takings then.
We'll see.
I'll fight you if I have to.
[CHUCKLES.]
Come on then.
[LAUGHS.]
Watch.
There you go ooh! [BOTH LAUGHING.]
Is this to be the main event? NORTH: Your Ladyship.
Looking forward to shaking St.
James from his slumber? ISABELLA: Very much.
I want the world to hear about tonight, especially Sophia.
I want her to know that there's no scandal so great that she can't come home.
There might be if any constables pay us a visit.
ISABELLA: What can they do? I'm a member of the nobility hosting a private party for a few friends.
MAN: This way, madam.
Lady Isabella Fitzwilliam, I followed you and your daughter's adventures intently, such bravado.
I see you lack for none, madam.
Elizabeth Harvey my new business partner.
- And friend.
- [CHUCKLES.]
This is my Pa.
ELIZABETH: Ah! Well you, sir, are a very well-made man.
She's in gentlemen's clothing.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- Aren't we all? ELIZABETH: You must be Charlotte.
I have silks that would light up London were you to lend your radiance to them.
Is now really the time to be flogging our wares? ELIZABETH: It's always the time.
Lucy tells me that you're master of ceremonies this evening.
I have just the jacket for you.
Huh.
So be keen but not too keen.
Mmm, make them fret that we'll walk away.
Oh.
CHADWICK: It's the only way to buy land.
Just like handling a cull then.
No, Emily, he's a respectable businessman.
Which means we can't take a whore with us.
Fuck off.
I'm the conduit.
- Half-wit.
- Where have you been? Sliding his pole up Charlotte Wells.
She rivals Shakespeare for her tales.
EMILY: Let's go.
Emily, you're staying here.
[SCOFFS.]
I'll, uh, tell you all about it, puppy.
- Oh, don't puppy me.
- Oh.
And you can knead your own doughy dick from now on.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[SCOFFS.]
[KATE GASPS.]
What have you done to your face? You look like one of my dollies.
Please don't.
Best get used to a stranger's touch, my dear.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
I like her.
She has spark.
[CHUCKLES.]
I don't want to stay here.
Unfortunately, we have no choice.
KATE: But I can help.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
I'm ready to earn.
[LAUGHS.]
Wonderful girl.
If you will trust me, I have a plan to protect you from the paws of humdrum men.
- But, Mrs.
May - Oh, forget that ghoul.
You're far more precious than to be spent on mere subsistence.
When the time is right, you will earn an instant fortune.
Nothing less.
Is there truth to Emily's words? That whore jabbers drivel.
You're a fool for listening.
I want to brain Charlotte Wells, not bed her.
[CHURCH BELLS RINGING.]
MAN: All right, steady.
There you go.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
Say hello to Hardwick.
Don't let my pa see that.
[DISTANT CHATTER.]
Didn't I say it would fit? I have an eye.
LUCY: And the color becomes you.
- How much? - It's a gift.
[KNOCKING.]
Excuse me, Miss Harvey.
The man won't give you credit, says he doesn't know you.
Oh, for goodness sake.
He knows me.
Put the account in my name.
Thank you, Lucy.
[LUCY CHUCKLES.]
ELIZABETH: The account goes in her name.
Thank Mrs.
Harvey for me, but I can't accept this from her.
It's my gift.
Can't a daughter treat her pa from time to time? - I'll treasure it.
- [CHUCKLES.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
What is this place, really? I told you, it's a tailors where I'm offered as an extra frill.
It works for me, and it works for them.
A bientôt, Mr.
North.
- [DOOR SQUEAKS.]
- LUCY: Love you, Pa.
[DOOR SLAMS.]
[LAUGHTER.]
I don't think that helped.
[LAUGHTER.]
Lydia Quigley can't hurt me.
I have no secrets anymore.
Don't you? She can find weakness in a rock.
Don't underestimate her.
I've no space left in my head for that vampire.
NANCY: Make some.
She was asking for you.
CHARLOTTE: What can she do? Charles has vanished.
Her house is gone.
She has nothing.
A cut snake's more likely to strike.
She needs a dress, shoes.
You said yourself she has spark.
You should consider it an investment.
Very well.
[LYDIA CHUCKLES.]
But get her rutting.
Don't be soft on her No, no, no, no, no, no.
Or she'll go the way of Charles and Charlotte.
If you don't find her culls, I will.
[COINS CLINKING.]
I'm dead.
Died Friday last.
"Miss Catherine Bottomley, step-daughter of Reverend Bottomley of Barford, succumbed to a fever caught tending the poor.
" Your own family have written your obituary.
Ooh, monsters! This is good news.
How? I'm dead to my family, about to become a whore, and living in the home of a merciless bawd.
[LAUGHING.]
LYDIA: They won't seek you out.
They can't send you back to Bedlam.
You're free.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
This is it.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
[KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
ISAAC: We're looking for a Mr.
Jonas Young.
You found him.
ISAAC: Sorry to intrude on your breakfast, but we're the types of fellows who spy an opportunity and act.
[JONAS SIGHS.]
We're here to buy the land.
You don't need to deal with anyone else.
This is an ambush, gentlemen.
We only arrived last night.
We're yet to wash the sea salt from our skin.
Well, you sell to us, you needn't unpack.
[DOOR CLICKS.]
Company so soon? I must look half dead.
What do you know of America? We fought the French there, spilled blood on that land.
And now we want to own a piece of it.
Will you work it yourselves? We plan to parcel most of it up, sell it on to men who'll bring it to life.
As the Good Book says, in the parable of the talents, "Spread your wealth.
" JONAS: It's a fine plan.
Where is the money to finance it coming from? I'm in pistols and muskets.
My brother and I are in the tavern trade.
All aspects of the tavern trade? Food, drink, and lodging, madam.
What about company? There are always people to talk to.
My wife is an astute business woman.
I wouldn't make a move without her approval.
MARGARET: We admire your enterprise, gentlemen, but we need to see the color of your cash.
CHARLOTTE: "I have no secrets anymore", she says with a whore languishing in her bed.
Why must you always speak the awkward truth? CHARLOTTE: Someone has to.
ISABELLA: Very well.
Where you're concerned, I'm a shameless liar.
CHARLOTTE: What is it? It's my brother.
Neither of them look like him.
It's his way of telling me that he's returned.
I'm being warned.
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Damn him.
- I want to.
- You are not my servant.
But I am.
You bought me.
My money buys your secrecy.
In this room, I want a lover, a match.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
[LAUGHS.]
I can suggest more edifying material, should you wish.
Hmm.
I like to read about myself, the stories they make up.
[CROFT CHUCKLES.]
You? [WHISPERS.]
It's Mr.
Croft, isn't it? [NORMAL VOICE.]
I've heard you speak.
If I could just pay for my fitting.
LUCY: Certainly.
Five guineas.
[COINS CLINK.]
For your discretion.
[COINS CLINK.]
[LUCY LAUGHING.]
[DOOR CLICKS.]
I like those boys.
Clawed their way up from the gutter, like me.
They thought you were religious.
[LAUGHS.]
If only they knew.
I need to find my children.
I know.
And I'm coming with you.
I'll wait outside, wherever, but you cannot walk the streets alone.
I know these streets better than I know myself.
But you may be recognized.
With me, you're safe.
You're Mrs.
Margaret Young.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
Say your lines, meet their eyes, hold yourself like a queen [LAUGHS.]
And you will be a sensation.
- Ready? - Ready.
[LYDIA CHUCKLES.]
Behold Venus, born this day full-grown, goddess of all forms of love.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
"Since I have hemmed thee here within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer.
" [LAUGHTER.]
"Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale.
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie.
" [ALL MURMURING.]
[APPLAUSE.]
You have something for me? I simply love macaroons.
You've been trading.
I want my cut.
Furnishing Golden Square has made such demands on my purse.
I know you like dolls.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
Do you think I'm the village idiot? Pay me cash or I'll send someone round to break your legs.
Do you seek bids, madam, for her time, dare I hope, her virginity? Gentlemen, this is an announcement that Kate is born this day and none of you are worthy of her.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
BLAYNE: Name your price.
Your credit is no good with me, sir.
You stole my girl.
Mmm.
Well, I'll pay for them both, double what you're imagining.
You can't begin to guess what I'm imagining.
You're not good enough for this angel.
How you have fallen, Mrs.
Quigley, hawking your stock like a costermonger.
[LAUGHING.]
Oh, child, how delightful.
Do not bother to seek me out, Anne, when he casts you aside.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[LYDIA CHUCKLES.]
Did he not offer us a fortune? Nothing near it.
But word about you will spread now like a thatch fire.
Are you going to the event at St.
James this evening? We know nothing of it.
It is a rumored prizefight hosted by Lady Isabella Fitzwilliam, of all people.
A glimpse of your charge would make my evening.
We'll consider it.
I do enjoy a little sport from time to time.
[CHUCKLES.]
[UPBEAT MUSIC.]
Cocks.
Looks like the truce still holds.
NANCY: Mmm, don't delude yourself.
They're stewing, licking their wounded pride.
Keep your wits about you.
[DOOR SQUEAKS.]
HAL: We've hooked him.
One more fishing trip, and we'll land him.
I don't care anymore.
Emily, we need you.
He has a shrewish wife that you have to charm.
Wives don't tend to like me.
She will if you gossip with her.
Oh, I don't want to gossip! You're the ace up our sleeve, the salt to the dish we serve.
Keep talking.
The star in my east.
[EMILY GIGGLES.]
You like Mr.
Croft, don't you? FREDO: He sees things differently, sees a more equal world beyond rich and poor.
He thinks we can change things.
Imagine that.
Be careful, my sweet.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
This was my world and everything to me.
What's happened? - Fanny! - Mrs.
Wells! - Is it really you? - Oh, my best girl.
You're still here.
What's happened? Oh, dear, don't worry.
No one was hurt.
- Where's my children? - I'll find them.
I'll find them for you.
MARGARET: I'll be safe here.
I'll get a coach back to you.
And I won't be seen.
Fanny, no one, no one must know I'm here.
Of course not.
Mr.
North's in the kitchen.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[POUNDING.]
MARGARET: Careful.
Margaret.
[NORTH SHOUTING AND LAUGHING.]
We're all safe and well.
[DISTANT DOG BARKING.]
Tell me about the fire.
How did that start? Nancy said that she fell asleep downstairs, knocked over a candle.
Doesn't sound like her.
How in God's name did you manage to return so soon? I got married.
You took another man's name? It was the only way.
[DISTANT CHATTER.]
- [MARGARET GASPS.]
- Mom! Jacob! [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
My girls.
Fuck me to America and back.
- [CHARLOTTE LAUGHS.]
- MARGARET: Oh, Charlotte.
Let me see you.
- [KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
- [DOG BARKS.]
- Your business, sir? - Mrs.
Lennox.
She's not in.
[DOOR SLAMS.]
Who was that? Lord Leadsom.
- It's all right.
I sent him away.
- What? Well, you don't want to see him again, do you? He's my best payer.
Please don't meddle with my business.
I didn't think bawds took culls.
They do if they pay five guineas a turn.
That funds her children's schooling and pays most of the bills in the house.
LUCY: So how did you meet him? He bought me as an indentured servant, wanted me to cook his meals.
[CHUCKLES.]
You can't cook.
Bet she didn't have to.
I'm a harlot.
I did what I had to.
I feel sorry for him, played like a fiddle.
Lydia Quigley in Bedlam.
- What has that done to her? - Forget her.
That part of our life's over.
And I own her house, so we won.
My clever girls.
My handsome boys.
[LUCY CHUCKLES.]
So you're back for good, Ma? I just wanna know what Ma's cooking for dinner.
[LAUGHTER.]
They're beautiful.
LYDIA: To go with your new dress.
KATE: You shouldn't be indulging me.
They're a token of my gratitude.
You woke me from a nightmare, brought me back to life.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
How are you gonna get rid of your husband? More important, how are we gonna keep the law off you? We could all be hanged for harboring you.
I haven't thought beyond my own worry this whole year.
Maybe London's not the place for us.
You mean America? Not for Jacob and me, unless you want us as house boys for you and your husband.
No! No.
Like I said, I haven't thought.
I have to go.
I shall return tomorrow.
You can tell me all about your boxing.
You're going back to Mr.
Young? I have to.
He'll be worried.
CHARLOTTE: And we have been all year.
I'll make it right.
I've missed her.
I have.
But this past year, I've been able to breathe.
- I know.
- She takes over.
She wants us to go to America.
She's always done what she thinks is best for us.
Yet chose this life.
Fate chose it and for her too.
You think I'm a terrible person.
I can see it.
You can't beat me.
I'm fucking Isaac Pincher.
[LAUGHS.]
What? Makes no sense, but I can't keep my hands off him.
[LAUGHS.]
It's good when it's like that.
[CHARLOTTE LAUGHS.]
What's America like, Mr.
Young? Is it very big? The size cannot be grasped.
Try me.
I'm good at grasping size.
[JONAS CHUCKLES.]
JONAS: You remind me of my wife.
[LAUGHTER.]
Ah, our friends are back with delightful reinforcements.
I'm Mrs.
Margaret Young.
And you are? Mrs.
Young, I have a a a gift for you, for a lady: the finest muff pistol modeled by my own hand.
It is a beauty, Mr.
Chadwick.
I shall treasure it in my muff.
- [EMILY LAUGHS.]
- What's the matter with you? And this I propose as our deposit.
Gold for ground.
JONAS: I think they're serious, don't you, my dear? Perhaps the, uh, young lady might like some air? Hmm.
You're meant to be dead! Shh.
You never saw me.
How are you here? You were hanged! I've got a slippery neck.
Is this genuine, or are you two duping us? MARGARET: No, it's real, and you're shrewd to chase it.
Breathe a word and I'll make sure that your boys lose their chance at this land.
Now, you go about your business and I'll go about mine and we'll both be happy.
So long as we make the purchase.
Still a conniving cat.
[SCOFFS.]
Can't touch you, Mrs.
Wells.
More tricks up your sleeve than a conjurer.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
She always said she'd rather eat maggots than marry.
I wish she had.
She never makes it easy.
That's Mags.
Pain in the ass.
I've dreamt of this moment, longed for it.
Yet now I feel like she's put me head through a mangle.
Just be grateful, Will.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
You look beautiful.
You look lovely too.
[BOTH CHUCKLE.]
The new Kate Bottomley.
No, not Bottomley.
If I'm dead to my family, then they're dead to me.
I want to be called Quigley.
[GASPS.]
You made a good proposal and we're keen to be homeward bound, so I'll happily sell to you.
[ALL LAUGHING.]
CHADWICK: Well, we should celebrate.
There is the most extraordinary night in the offing in St.
James, pugilism hosted by a scandalous lady and a renowned courtesan, Miss Charlotte Wells.
JONAS: I love a boxing match.
Uh, would you mind, Margaret? You're not too tired from the journey? Too tired to sleep.
I'll have the deeds drawn up, and we can all sign them tonight.
CHADWICK: Ah.
[SPIRITED CLASSICAL MUSIC.]
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.
Be sure to take a look at tonight's contenders, two potent pugilists.
Undefeated in 28 bouts, champion John "Killer" Kelly, and challenger Jack "The Lad" Lively.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
ELIZABETH: Mr.
North.
You're the main attraction, as far as I can see.
- You like boxing, Mrs.
Harvey? - I like boxers.
Uh, I can see you don't need me.
I didn't realize it would be such a crowded affair.
I'd rather be alone with you.
There's my Mr.
Croft.
This isn't the tailor's, Fredo.
CHARLOTTE: Ready to greet your guests? [DISTANT MUSIC PLAYING.]
I am now.
[APPLAUSE.]
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! NORTH: Yes, bravo.
And thank you, Lady Isabella, for this magnificent venue.
Who will be her champion, the Lad Lively or Killer Kelly? Place your bets! What are you doing here? I wanted to present to you my daughter.
Kate Quigley, pleased to meet you.
[FITZ CHUCKLES.]
We've been rather starved of society of late.
Hmm.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Then enjoy your evening.
ISABELLA: I was going to throw her out.
Mmm, ignore her.
I think she finally has cracked and found a poor mad girl to boot.
[SPIRITED CLASSICAL MUSIC.]
[KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
Mrs.
Young, I presume.
Nance! - Oh, oh! - [NANCY LAUGHING.]
[CROWING.]
He's bigger than I thought.
- Big means slow.
- Yeah.
Wish I was fighting Loathsome.
I happen to know he's bet very heavily against you.
- Is that so? - HARRIET: Mmm.
The dog is going to die! [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
Do we have 20 on Lively? [OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
Do you have a tip for me, Mr.
Croft? Mr.
Croft, you've been hiding from me.
Come and pour me some punch.
- What are you doing? - Saving him and all of us from your puppy dog eyes.
HAL: You keep close to Chadwick.
You keep Mr.
Young away from the Wells.
This is a stupid fucking idea.
What, don't you want to see your sweetheart? CHARLOTTE: Any regrets? It's noise, color, laughter, life.
How can I regret any of that? Hmm.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
It's also unwanted guests.
I'll deal with these.
You're either an imp or an imbecile for showing up here.
Don't you want to add some spice to your evening? The boxers are practically family.
So if you don't want your pretty little face messed up, you'll behave like a lamb.
[MIMICS SHEEP BLEATING.]
[LAUGHS.]
NORTH: What the hell are they doing here? Keep your enemies close.
Isn't that what they say? Gentlemen, why bother with this crude barbarism when Venus is amongst you? The goddess seeks to bestow her blessings.
BRADLEY: Venus, your servant.
This is not a flesh market.
Really? Please leave now.
But I'm yet to thank you.
The kindness you showed me gave me the strength to escape Bedlam.
Leave my house.
LYDIA: As you wish.
But hear this: the doctor I was assigned to is disgraced.
I will not be going back to Bedlam before you.
Fuck off, Lydia.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
No.
You fuck off.
MARGARET: All this time, it's been my only waking thought: try and get back to England.
Find my family.
Make sure everyone's safe.
Now here I am and you're doing better without me.
Not everyone.
I can't stay, not with a death sentence on me.
But I can't leave, not without them.
And Will, Jonas It's like you got a foot in each life.
That has got to split your fanny some.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
Never were good with a plan, were you? Jonas was indentured too.
He understands me.
What's he like in the hay? - Surprising.
- Oh! Well, you are in trouble, girl.
MARGARET: I know.
Tell me about the fire.
How did it start, really? Piece of coal fell out the hearth.
I thought it was a candle.
Coal knocked over a candle.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
They might as well have a tumble in the boxing ring.
Low-down, conniving wind fuckers.
Trust Emily Lacey to get in with scum.
We've had our retribution.
Don't involve yourself.
Those Pincher boys made me like them.
I've got to warn Jonas not to sell to them.
Half of Soho's at that party.
You'll be recognized.
Then think of something because I'm going.
You ready? Have a good fight, boys.
[ALL SHOUTING.]
For luck.
[GIGGLES.]
Lady Isabella, will you do the honors? [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
KATE: Mrs.
Quigley, do you feel unwell? [GROANS.]
Rest here.
I'll fetch you a drink.
[BRADLEY CHUCKLES.]
How about a game of backgammon? Don't crowd a lady.
Take your high spirits to the boxing.
Sorry, Miss Wells.
I was only playing.
Muckworm.
How do you do that, get men to do as you say? I'm sure your mother will teach you.
Well, she's not really my mother.
She's dangerous.
Be careful.
Find me if you get more trouble.
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
So he's the man to beat? Come on! My boy's the challenger.
Lost his last fight, wants to prove himself.
Worth the risk? I think so.
Jonas Young.
William North.
Why are they so friendly? - [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Come on, Jack.
[ALL SHOUTING.]
Nancy.
Will is with Jonas.
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Keep your head down.
Charlotte.
Ma, you can't be here.
I need you to fetch Jonas away from your pa.
Please.
That's him, your Irish husband who's gonna sweep you back to the good life in America? He doesn't know about Will.
It's funny.
I nearly went to America with an Irishman.
It's as if you're living my life and I'm in Greek Street living yours.
[MARGARET GROANS.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
[CROWD SHOUTING.]
CHARLOTTE: Mr.
Young.
Excuse me.
- I'm Charlotte.
- JONAS: Charlotte? [CHARLOTTE CHUCKLES.]
JONAS: You're more beautiful than even your mother could begin to describe.
She's gonna ruin the deal.
But how would she even know about it? Why take such a risk? I had to come.
I need to warn you about the Pinchers.
Hal.
Look at me.
If you make trouble for Charlotte Wells, we won't succeed.
Understand? Why are you so certain? I can't say.
Trust me.
I want this as much as you.
Charlotte knows about the deal from you.
You add two and two and reach ten again.
Then get her out of the picture.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Kill him! What game are you playing with Mr.
Young? I've just met him.
You intend on stealing from us again, sabotaging our deal? What deal? He's a guest.
I'm being nice to him as I'm nice to you.
You're a horror with me, tantalizing witch.
Oh, that's all in your mind.
I'm very forthcoming.
I hope you will be soon.
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [CROWD SHOUTING.]
Not here.
I can't.
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
Just one kiss.
You know one's not enough.
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[CROWD SHOUTING.]
I'm sorry, son, but I don't do business with arsonists.
Take a look at yourself before venturing into the marketplace again.
Let's go home.
Nothing can be made right tonight.
Hal, let's leave! Hey, talk to me! Now, what's all this I've been hearing about arson? Huh? Jack, Jack, Jack! Yeah! Come on, Jack! - [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[BLOWS LANDING.]
- HAL: Nothing between you? - Get off him! You've ruined everything for a fucking whore! - [BLOW LANDS.]
- [ISAAC GRUNTS.]
[CROWD SHOUTING.]
- [HAL GRUNTING.]
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
No, you're killing him! Stop! [BODY THUDS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GASPING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[MUFFLED SHOUTING.]
[GASPING.]
[GASPS.]
[DISTANT CHEERING.]
I don't care what you like.
LUCY: My sister had a score to settle in the tavern.
[GRUNTS.]
John Kelly, ready for your next big fight? Just a friendly reminder that the walls and black men have ears.
Resist from within and they cannot hurt you.
MAN: An escape! [BOTH LAUGHING.]
Sophia's married to the footman.
She says she's happy.
LUCY: You've brought me into a molly house.
A Wells in my house? There's only one place left.
As you are in such dire straits.
You can have your dirty money and you never come near me, my girls, or my family ever again.
Now fly away home.
You win.
How would you grow this? You don't own the floor you stand on.
You need to invest.
How do you recon to do that? America.
There's land for sale.
[JAUNTY CLASSICAL MUSIC.]
Harlots 3x03 Episode 3 [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
It's definitely her.
What do you think she wants? So even hell spat you out? It seems hell has been visited on this house.
No one died, if that's what you're hoping.
I'm here to see Charlotte.
You'll have to crawl through me first.
Then please send her my love.
You can change the face you present to the world, but you can't change your putrid soul.
Stay away! [UPBEAT MUSIC.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
Oh, don't stop! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
- Talk with me.
- I think it's best I don't.
There's the sky to observe, the weather to deliberate.
I'm not your chat mate.
Don't spoil it.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[SNIFFS.]
[CHUCKLES.]
Ooh, good lass.
Oh, yes.
Nearly there.
[GROANING.]
[UPBEAT MUSIC.]
[SHOUTS.]
Sorry.
[GROANING.]
- [GIGGLES.]
- NORTH: We'll fit a fair few in tonight.
I'm gonna make you a mint.
I got my money back.
Tonight's for you.
[CHUCKLES.]
What of repairs, loss of earnings? I get to make my champion.
That's all I need.
We'll split the takings then.
We'll see.
I'll fight you if I have to.
[CHUCKLES.]
Come on then.
[LAUGHS.]
Watch.
There you go ooh! [BOTH LAUGHING.]
Is this to be the main event? NORTH: Your Ladyship.
Looking forward to shaking St.
James from his slumber? ISABELLA: Very much.
I want the world to hear about tonight, especially Sophia.
I want her to know that there's no scandal so great that she can't come home.
There might be if any constables pay us a visit.
ISABELLA: What can they do? I'm a member of the nobility hosting a private party for a few friends.
MAN: This way, madam.
Lady Isabella Fitzwilliam, I followed you and your daughter's adventures intently, such bravado.
I see you lack for none, madam.
Elizabeth Harvey my new business partner.
- And friend.
- [CHUCKLES.]
This is my Pa.
ELIZABETH: Ah! Well you, sir, are a very well-made man.
She's in gentlemen's clothing.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- Aren't we all? ELIZABETH: You must be Charlotte.
I have silks that would light up London were you to lend your radiance to them.
Is now really the time to be flogging our wares? ELIZABETH: It's always the time.
Lucy tells me that you're master of ceremonies this evening.
I have just the jacket for you.
Huh.
So be keen but not too keen.
Mmm, make them fret that we'll walk away.
Oh.
CHADWICK: It's the only way to buy land.
Just like handling a cull then.
No, Emily, he's a respectable businessman.
Which means we can't take a whore with us.
Fuck off.
I'm the conduit.
- Half-wit.
- Where have you been? Sliding his pole up Charlotte Wells.
She rivals Shakespeare for her tales.
EMILY: Let's go.
Emily, you're staying here.
[SCOFFS.]
I'll, uh, tell you all about it, puppy.
- Oh, don't puppy me.
- Oh.
And you can knead your own doughy dick from now on.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[SCOFFS.]
[KATE GASPS.]
What have you done to your face? You look like one of my dollies.
Please don't.
Best get used to a stranger's touch, my dear.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
I like her.
She has spark.
[CHUCKLES.]
I don't want to stay here.
Unfortunately, we have no choice.
KATE: But I can help.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
I'm ready to earn.
[LAUGHS.]
Wonderful girl.
If you will trust me, I have a plan to protect you from the paws of humdrum men.
- But, Mrs.
May - Oh, forget that ghoul.
You're far more precious than to be spent on mere subsistence.
When the time is right, you will earn an instant fortune.
Nothing less.
Is there truth to Emily's words? That whore jabbers drivel.
You're a fool for listening.
I want to brain Charlotte Wells, not bed her.
[CHURCH BELLS RINGING.]
MAN: All right, steady.
There you go.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
Say hello to Hardwick.
Don't let my pa see that.
[DISTANT CHATTER.]
Didn't I say it would fit? I have an eye.
LUCY: And the color becomes you.
- How much? - It's a gift.
[KNOCKING.]
Excuse me, Miss Harvey.
The man won't give you credit, says he doesn't know you.
Oh, for goodness sake.
He knows me.
Put the account in my name.
Thank you, Lucy.
[LUCY CHUCKLES.]
ELIZABETH: The account goes in her name.
Thank Mrs.
Harvey for me, but I can't accept this from her.
It's my gift.
Can't a daughter treat her pa from time to time? - I'll treasure it.
- [CHUCKLES.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
What is this place, really? I told you, it's a tailors where I'm offered as an extra frill.
It works for me, and it works for them.
A bientôt, Mr.
North.
- [DOOR SQUEAKS.]
- LUCY: Love you, Pa.
[DOOR SLAMS.]
[LAUGHTER.]
I don't think that helped.
[LAUGHTER.]
Lydia Quigley can't hurt me.
I have no secrets anymore.
Don't you? She can find weakness in a rock.
Don't underestimate her.
I've no space left in my head for that vampire.
NANCY: Make some.
She was asking for you.
CHARLOTTE: What can she do? Charles has vanished.
Her house is gone.
She has nothing.
A cut snake's more likely to strike.
She needs a dress, shoes.
You said yourself she has spark.
You should consider it an investment.
Very well.
[LYDIA CHUCKLES.]
But get her rutting.
Don't be soft on her No, no, no, no, no, no.
Or she'll go the way of Charles and Charlotte.
If you don't find her culls, I will.
[COINS CLINKING.]
I'm dead.
Died Friday last.
"Miss Catherine Bottomley, step-daughter of Reverend Bottomley of Barford, succumbed to a fever caught tending the poor.
" Your own family have written your obituary.
Ooh, monsters! This is good news.
How? I'm dead to my family, about to become a whore, and living in the home of a merciless bawd.
[LAUGHING.]
LYDIA: They won't seek you out.
They can't send you back to Bedlam.
You're free.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
This is it.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
[KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
ISAAC: We're looking for a Mr.
Jonas Young.
You found him.
ISAAC: Sorry to intrude on your breakfast, but we're the types of fellows who spy an opportunity and act.
[JONAS SIGHS.]
We're here to buy the land.
You don't need to deal with anyone else.
This is an ambush, gentlemen.
We only arrived last night.
We're yet to wash the sea salt from our skin.
Well, you sell to us, you needn't unpack.
[DOOR CLICKS.]
Company so soon? I must look half dead.
What do you know of America? We fought the French there, spilled blood on that land.
And now we want to own a piece of it.
Will you work it yourselves? We plan to parcel most of it up, sell it on to men who'll bring it to life.
As the Good Book says, in the parable of the talents, "Spread your wealth.
" JONAS: It's a fine plan.
Where is the money to finance it coming from? I'm in pistols and muskets.
My brother and I are in the tavern trade.
All aspects of the tavern trade? Food, drink, and lodging, madam.
What about company? There are always people to talk to.
My wife is an astute business woman.
I wouldn't make a move without her approval.
MARGARET: We admire your enterprise, gentlemen, but we need to see the color of your cash.
CHARLOTTE: "I have no secrets anymore", she says with a whore languishing in her bed.
Why must you always speak the awkward truth? CHARLOTTE: Someone has to.
ISABELLA: Very well.
Where you're concerned, I'm a shameless liar.
CHARLOTTE: What is it? It's my brother.
Neither of them look like him.
It's his way of telling me that he's returned.
I'm being warned.
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Damn him.
- I want to.
- You are not my servant.
But I am.
You bought me.
My money buys your secrecy.
In this room, I want a lover, a match.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
[LAUGHS.]
I can suggest more edifying material, should you wish.
Hmm.
I like to read about myself, the stories they make up.
[CROFT CHUCKLES.]
You? [WHISPERS.]
It's Mr.
Croft, isn't it? [NORMAL VOICE.]
I've heard you speak.
If I could just pay for my fitting.
LUCY: Certainly.
Five guineas.
[COINS CLINK.]
For your discretion.
[COINS CLINK.]
[LUCY LAUGHING.]
[DOOR CLICKS.]
I like those boys.
Clawed their way up from the gutter, like me.
They thought you were religious.
[LAUGHS.]
If only they knew.
I need to find my children.
I know.
And I'm coming with you.
I'll wait outside, wherever, but you cannot walk the streets alone.
I know these streets better than I know myself.
But you may be recognized.
With me, you're safe.
You're Mrs.
Margaret Young.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
Say your lines, meet their eyes, hold yourself like a queen [LAUGHS.]
And you will be a sensation.
- Ready? - Ready.
[LYDIA CHUCKLES.]
Behold Venus, born this day full-grown, goddess of all forms of love.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
"Since I have hemmed thee here within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer.
" [LAUGHTER.]
"Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale.
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie.
" [ALL MURMURING.]
[APPLAUSE.]
You have something for me? I simply love macaroons.
You've been trading.
I want my cut.
Furnishing Golden Square has made such demands on my purse.
I know you like dolls.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
Do you think I'm the village idiot? Pay me cash or I'll send someone round to break your legs.
Do you seek bids, madam, for her time, dare I hope, her virginity? Gentlemen, this is an announcement that Kate is born this day and none of you are worthy of her.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
BLAYNE: Name your price.
Your credit is no good with me, sir.
You stole my girl.
Mmm.
Well, I'll pay for them both, double what you're imagining.
You can't begin to guess what I'm imagining.
You're not good enough for this angel.
How you have fallen, Mrs.
Quigley, hawking your stock like a costermonger.
[LAUGHING.]
Oh, child, how delightful.
Do not bother to seek me out, Anne, when he casts you aside.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[LYDIA CHUCKLES.]
Did he not offer us a fortune? Nothing near it.
But word about you will spread now like a thatch fire.
Are you going to the event at St.
James this evening? We know nothing of it.
It is a rumored prizefight hosted by Lady Isabella Fitzwilliam, of all people.
A glimpse of your charge would make my evening.
We'll consider it.
I do enjoy a little sport from time to time.
[CHUCKLES.]
[UPBEAT MUSIC.]
Cocks.
Looks like the truce still holds.
NANCY: Mmm, don't delude yourself.
They're stewing, licking their wounded pride.
Keep your wits about you.
[DOOR SQUEAKS.]
HAL: We've hooked him.
One more fishing trip, and we'll land him.
I don't care anymore.
Emily, we need you.
He has a shrewish wife that you have to charm.
Wives don't tend to like me.
She will if you gossip with her.
Oh, I don't want to gossip! You're the ace up our sleeve, the salt to the dish we serve.
Keep talking.
The star in my east.
[EMILY GIGGLES.]
You like Mr.
Croft, don't you? FREDO: He sees things differently, sees a more equal world beyond rich and poor.
He thinks we can change things.
Imagine that.
Be careful, my sweet.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
This was my world and everything to me.
What's happened? - Fanny! - Mrs.
Wells! - Is it really you? - Oh, my best girl.
You're still here.
What's happened? Oh, dear, don't worry.
No one was hurt.
- Where's my children? - I'll find them.
I'll find them for you.
MARGARET: I'll be safe here.
I'll get a coach back to you.
And I won't be seen.
Fanny, no one, no one must know I'm here.
Of course not.
Mr.
North's in the kitchen.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[POUNDING.]
MARGARET: Careful.
Margaret.
[NORTH SHOUTING AND LAUGHING.]
We're all safe and well.
[DISTANT DOG BARKING.]
Tell me about the fire.
How did that start? Nancy said that she fell asleep downstairs, knocked over a candle.
Doesn't sound like her.
How in God's name did you manage to return so soon? I got married.
You took another man's name? It was the only way.
[DISTANT CHATTER.]
- [MARGARET GASPS.]
- Mom! Jacob! [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
My girls.
Fuck me to America and back.
- [CHARLOTTE LAUGHS.]
- MARGARET: Oh, Charlotte.
Let me see you.
- [KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
- [DOG BARKS.]
- Your business, sir? - Mrs.
Lennox.
She's not in.
[DOOR SLAMS.]
Who was that? Lord Leadsom.
- It's all right.
I sent him away.
- What? Well, you don't want to see him again, do you? He's my best payer.
Please don't meddle with my business.
I didn't think bawds took culls.
They do if they pay five guineas a turn.
That funds her children's schooling and pays most of the bills in the house.
LUCY: So how did you meet him? He bought me as an indentured servant, wanted me to cook his meals.
[CHUCKLES.]
You can't cook.
Bet she didn't have to.
I'm a harlot.
I did what I had to.
I feel sorry for him, played like a fiddle.
Lydia Quigley in Bedlam.
- What has that done to her? - Forget her.
That part of our life's over.
And I own her house, so we won.
My clever girls.
My handsome boys.
[LUCY CHUCKLES.]
So you're back for good, Ma? I just wanna know what Ma's cooking for dinner.
[LAUGHTER.]
They're beautiful.
LYDIA: To go with your new dress.
KATE: You shouldn't be indulging me.
They're a token of my gratitude.
You woke me from a nightmare, brought me back to life.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
How are you gonna get rid of your husband? More important, how are we gonna keep the law off you? We could all be hanged for harboring you.
I haven't thought beyond my own worry this whole year.
Maybe London's not the place for us.
You mean America? Not for Jacob and me, unless you want us as house boys for you and your husband.
No! No.
Like I said, I haven't thought.
I have to go.
I shall return tomorrow.
You can tell me all about your boxing.
You're going back to Mr.
Young? I have to.
He'll be worried.
CHARLOTTE: And we have been all year.
I'll make it right.
I've missed her.
I have.
But this past year, I've been able to breathe.
- I know.
- She takes over.
She wants us to go to America.
She's always done what she thinks is best for us.
Yet chose this life.
Fate chose it and for her too.
You think I'm a terrible person.
I can see it.
You can't beat me.
I'm fucking Isaac Pincher.
[LAUGHS.]
What? Makes no sense, but I can't keep my hands off him.
[LAUGHS.]
It's good when it's like that.
[CHARLOTTE LAUGHS.]
What's America like, Mr.
Young? Is it very big? The size cannot be grasped.
Try me.
I'm good at grasping size.
[JONAS CHUCKLES.]
JONAS: You remind me of my wife.
[LAUGHTER.]
Ah, our friends are back with delightful reinforcements.
I'm Mrs.
Margaret Young.
And you are? Mrs.
Young, I have a a a gift for you, for a lady: the finest muff pistol modeled by my own hand.
It is a beauty, Mr.
Chadwick.
I shall treasure it in my muff.
- [EMILY LAUGHS.]
- What's the matter with you? And this I propose as our deposit.
Gold for ground.
JONAS: I think they're serious, don't you, my dear? Perhaps the, uh, young lady might like some air? Hmm.
You're meant to be dead! Shh.
You never saw me.
How are you here? You were hanged! I've got a slippery neck.
Is this genuine, or are you two duping us? MARGARET: No, it's real, and you're shrewd to chase it.
Breathe a word and I'll make sure that your boys lose their chance at this land.
Now, you go about your business and I'll go about mine and we'll both be happy.
So long as we make the purchase.
Still a conniving cat.
[SCOFFS.]
Can't touch you, Mrs.
Wells.
More tricks up your sleeve than a conjurer.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
She always said she'd rather eat maggots than marry.
I wish she had.
She never makes it easy.
That's Mags.
Pain in the ass.
I've dreamt of this moment, longed for it.
Yet now I feel like she's put me head through a mangle.
Just be grateful, Will.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
You look beautiful.
You look lovely too.
[BOTH CHUCKLE.]
The new Kate Bottomley.
No, not Bottomley.
If I'm dead to my family, then they're dead to me.
I want to be called Quigley.
[GASPS.]
You made a good proposal and we're keen to be homeward bound, so I'll happily sell to you.
[ALL LAUGHING.]
CHADWICK: Well, we should celebrate.
There is the most extraordinary night in the offing in St.
James, pugilism hosted by a scandalous lady and a renowned courtesan, Miss Charlotte Wells.
JONAS: I love a boxing match.
Uh, would you mind, Margaret? You're not too tired from the journey? Too tired to sleep.
I'll have the deeds drawn up, and we can all sign them tonight.
CHADWICK: Ah.
[SPIRITED CLASSICAL MUSIC.]
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.
Be sure to take a look at tonight's contenders, two potent pugilists.
Undefeated in 28 bouts, champion John "Killer" Kelly, and challenger Jack "The Lad" Lively.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
ELIZABETH: Mr.
North.
You're the main attraction, as far as I can see.
- You like boxing, Mrs.
Harvey? - I like boxers.
Uh, I can see you don't need me.
I didn't realize it would be such a crowded affair.
I'd rather be alone with you.
There's my Mr.
Croft.
This isn't the tailor's, Fredo.
CHARLOTTE: Ready to greet your guests? [DISTANT MUSIC PLAYING.]
I am now.
[APPLAUSE.]
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! NORTH: Yes, bravo.
And thank you, Lady Isabella, for this magnificent venue.
Who will be her champion, the Lad Lively or Killer Kelly? Place your bets! What are you doing here? I wanted to present to you my daughter.
Kate Quigley, pleased to meet you.
[FITZ CHUCKLES.]
We've been rather starved of society of late.
Hmm.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Then enjoy your evening.
ISABELLA: I was going to throw her out.
Mmm, ignore her.
I think she finally has cracked and found a poor mad girl to boot.
[SPIRITED CLASSICAL MUSIC.]
[KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
Mrs.
Young, I presume.
Nance! - Oh, oh! - [NANCY LAUGHING.]
[CROWING.]
He's bigger than I thought.
- Big means slow.
- Yeah.
Wish I was fighting Loathsome.
I happen to know he's bet very heavily against you.
- Is that so? - HARRIET: Mmm.
The dog is going to die! [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
Do we have 20 on Lively? [OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
Do you have a tip for me, Mr.
Croft? Mr.
Croft, you've been hiding from me.
Come and pour me some punch.
- What are you doing? - Saving him and all of us from your puppy dog eyes.
HAL: You keep close to Chadwick.
You keep Mr.
Young away from the Wells.
This is a stupid fucking idea.
What, don't you want to see your sweetheart? CHARLOTTE: Any regrets? It's noise, color, laughter, life.
How can I regret any of that? Hmm.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
It's also unwanted guests.
I'll deal with these.
You're either an imp or an imbecile for showing up here.
Don't you want to add some spice to your evening? The boxers are practically family.
So if you don't want your pretty little face messed up, you'll behave like a lamb.
[MIMICS SHEEP BLEATING.]
[LAUGHS.]
NORTH: What the hell are they doing here? Keep your enemies close.
Isn't that what they say? Gentlemen, why bother with this crude barbarism when Venus is amongst you? The goddess seeks to bestow her blessings.
BRADLEY: Venus, your servant.
This is not a flesh market.
Really? Please leave now.
But I'm yet to thank you.
The kindness you showed me gave me the strength to escape Bedlam.
Leave my house.
LYDIA: As you wish.
But hear this: the doctor I was assigned to is disgraced.
I will not be going back to Bedlam before you.
Fuck off, Lydia.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
No.
You fuck off.
MARGARET: All this time, it's been my only waking thought: try and get back to England.
Find my family.
Make sure everyone's safe.
Now here I am and you're doing better without me.
Not everyone.
I can't stay, not with a death sentence on me.
But I can't leave, not without them.
And Will, Jonas It's like you got a foot in each life.
That has got to split your fanny some.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
Never were good with a plan, were you? Jonas was indentured too.
He understands me.
What's he like in the hay? - Surprising.
- Oh! Well, you are in trouble, girl.
MARGARET: I know.
Tell me about the fire.
How did it start, really? Piece of coal fell out the hearth.
I thought it was a candle.
Coal knocked over a candle.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
They might as well have a tumble in the boxing ring.
Low-down, conniving wind fuckers.
Trust Emily Lacey to get in with scum.
We've had our retribution.
Don't involve yourself.
Those Pincher boys made me like them.
I've got to warn Jonas not to sell to them.
Half of Soho's at that party.
You'll be recognized.
Then think of something because I'm going.
You ready? Have a good fight, boys.
[ALL SHOUTING.]
For luck.
[GIGGLES.]
Lady Isabella, will you do the honors? [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
KATE: Mrs.
Quigley, do you feel unwell? [GROANS.]
Rest here.
I'll fetch you a drink.
[BRADLEY CHUCKLES.]
How about a game of backgammon? Don't crowd a lady.
Take your high spirits to the boxing.
Sorry, Miss Wells.
I was only playing.
Muckworm.
How do you do that, get men to do as you say? I'm sure your mother will teach you.
Well, she's not really my mother.
She's dangerous.
Be careful.
Find me if you get more trouble.
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
So he's the man to beat? Come on! My boy's the challenger.
Lost his last fight, wants to prove himself.
Worth the risk? I think so.
Jonas Young.
William North.
Why are they so friendly? - [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Come on, Jack.
[ALL SHOUTING.]
Nancy.
Will is with Jonas.
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Keep your head down.
Charlotte.
Ma, you can't be here.
I need you to fetch Jonas away from your pa.
Please.
That's him, your Irish husband who's gonna sweep you back to the good life in America? He doesn't know about Will.
It's funny.
I nearly went to America with an Irishman.
It's as if you're living my life and I'm in Greek Street living yours.
[MARGARET GROANS.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
[CROWD SHOUTING.]
CHARLOTTE: Mr.
Young.
Excuse me.
- I'm Charlotte.
- JONAS: Charlotte? [CHARLOTTE CHUCKLES.]
JONAS: You're more beautiful than even your mother could begin to describe.
She's gonna ruin the deal.
But how would she even know about it? Why take such a risk? I had to come.
I need to warn you about the Pinchers.
Hal.
Look at me.
If you make trouble for Charlotte Wells, we won't succeed.
Understand? Why are you so certain? I can't say.
Trust me.
I want this as much as you.
Charlotte knows about the deal from you.
You add two and two and reach ten again.
Then get her out of the picture.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Kill him! What game are you playing with Mr.
Young? I've just met him.
You intend on stealing from us again, sabotaging our deal? What deal? He's a guest.
I'm being nice to him as I'm nice to you.
You're a horror with me, tantalizing witch.
Oh, that's all in your mind.
I'm very forthcoming.
I hope you will be soon.
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [CROWD SHOUTING.]
Not here.
I can't.
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
Just one kiss.
You know one's not enough.
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[CROWD SHOUTING.]
I'm sorry, son, but I don't do business with arsonists.
Take a look at yourself before venturing into the marketplace again.
Let's go home.
Nothing can be made right tonight.
Hal, let's leave! Hey, talk to me! Now, what's all this I've been hearing about arson? Huh? Jack, Jack, Jack! Yeah! Come on, Jack! - [BLOWS LANDING.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[BLOWS LANDING.]
- HAL: Nothing between you? - Get off him! You've ruined everything for a fucking whore! - [BLOW LANDS.]
- [ISAAC GRUNTS.]
[CROWD SHOUTING.]
- [HAL GRUNTING.]
- [BLOWS LANDING.]
No, you're killing him! Stop! [BODY THUDS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GASPING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[MUFFLED SHOUTING.]
[GASPING.]
[GASPS.]
[DISTANT CHEERING.]