Harlots

Harriet Lennox, I want you gone!

If you doubt your man's affections, it's not because of me.

You've gone your own way,

Margaret, always.

Now I'll go mine.

Lydia Quigley, this is a warrant for your arrest.

Pursue Mrs. Quigley at your peril.

You must have benefactors somewhere.

Lady Fitz.

Isabella Fitzwilliam, heiress of Blayne.

The finest jewel of all.

You're speaking against Mrs. Quigley?

I can help you.

One day she'll let down her guard.

When I'm done, Mrs. Quigley will be dust and ash.

I'll speak but no one can know it came from me.

- We've got her. - Fuck me.

No, don't, Mrs. Wells, please.

Don't hurt her, leave her alone.

- Ma? - I'm fixing her up for the wake.

Take Fanny upstairs.

Stitch that child with silk and a gold needle.

She'll still be dead.

Struck down by Quigley.

We can't be certain.

We were coursing her like a hare.

She threw us that rotten swine's heart

in a bid to stop the hunt.

I wish I'd heeded it.

What will we tell the magistrate?

We've no proof to link her to Kitty,

and the molly boy has scurried in fear.

We've still got Emily Lacey.

Her balls are bigger than the molly's.

If Kitty was here, she'd tell you not to cry for her.

No!

She'd say, "Look at what they've done to me.

Why in God's name are you sat on your arse?"

Fanny!

Fanny's gone off in a state.

She's lost a friend.

They're scarcer than hens' teeth.

She'll be back before Mercy needs to suckle.

- Come on. - Where are you going?

To clean our hands.

- Has my fine been met? - It has not.

Violet Cross.

My girl could be at your office

trying to make payment now!

- Jailer. - Madam,

harass the Justice again

and I'll stuff your mouth with rags.

It'll not be rags.

Miss Scanwell thinks there is something virtuous

at the heart of you.

Is her faith misplaced?

I never stole that purse.

My time here is wasted.

I care very much for Amelia.

I'd like to one day be as good as she thinks I am.

Come on.

I'm interrupting?

Nonsense.

You must join us.

I've already eaten, thank you.

She came for silver, not spice bread.

I propose...

a little game.

You tell me where my sister's money is destined,

and we shall discover

if Isabella has been telling fibs.

Humor him please, Miss Wells,

or he'll be impossible.

Very well.

The money is to pay a debt.

Oh, very good, very good.

What kind?

He makes the game seem dangerous.

I would rather be rolling dice.

Surely not Hazard, Lady Isabella.

Not when you already have this debt to pay.

Is that your answer, Hazard?

It is.

What a pair of colluding pixies you are!

He finds it hard to believe

that I lose so often.

He has not seen me play.

No matter, ladies.

My sister's luckless at dice,

lucky in love.

I do hope you can forgive this imposition.

Of course.

Never in my life did I think I'd be glad

to see that muckspout.

You never said I'd be hand in glove with her.

You share a foe.

She threw me to that foe when it suited her.

I'm here for Kitty.

What's carrot curls got to do with anything?

She's dead, Emily.

Quigley had her snatched from the doorstep.

She's lying in my kitchen with her throat torn.

- The hounds... - Emily.

You didn't protect her from the hounds.

She was slain before we knew she'd been taken.

We have a chance to see Quigley swing.

- Emily Lacey! - Emily!

I was coming to see you.

Mr. Armitage!

You accuse Mrs. Quigley

of commanding murder from her jail cell?

I was warned not to persecute her.

The pig's heart was a threat.

What p-proof have you

that this masked man acted on her behalf?

Quigley's history is lined

with abductions and killings.

She caters for beasts with buckled shoes

and bloody tastes.

What proof?

We know a girl

who escaped her,

but she's too scared to speak out.

Then you have nothing against Mrs. Quigley.

Have you not heard our testimony?

I have heard the hearsay of her enemies.

I've never been to a hanging,

but when you catch the killer, I will go to his.

I wouldn't hold your breath, Fanny.

There's not enough lawmen to protect the rich,

let alone avenge dead street girls.

Will you not even try?

For Kitty?

Women will always be at the mercy of men's power.

Best just to look after yourself.

It's not your power we're at the mercy of.

It's your weakness.

- Charlotte? - This lady has come

to pay Mrs. Quigley's fine.

- What are you doing? - What I must.

Don't you dare fend for her.

Kitty Carter was butchered in the night.

Kitty's dead?

As a stone.

A victim of your fine benefactress.

That accusation is unproven.

The only charge that remains against Mrs. Quigley is running a brothel.

Now, will you... will you...

pay her penalty or not?

On my life, if you do this,

you cease to be mine.

You gotta trust me, Ma.

Miss Wells?

I will.

Please understand.

Shame on you, Charlotte Wells.

You... you will not disrespect this court.

Shame on you too.

You foul bitch!

Kitty's death will not silence us.

What is this gibberish?

Don't deny my girl was slain on your orders.

You were always her creature.

Even as a baby, only she could mollify you.

Go home, Ma!

You're still sucking honey from her fingers!

I've no idea what they're alluding to.