Harlots

Tomorrow we re-open in Greek Street.

Culls might not come.

You're a scorpion, Mrs. Scanwell,

and I've asked you to sting Margaret Wells.

The deed grants you your own liberty.

It doesn't extend to the children.

If they're slaves, you will buy them back.

I can never be a whore.

And who is Mr. Osborne?

He's the short straw.

I don't want a life like Kitty and Fanny.

I don't think she likes me.

There is torment waiting,

in this world and the next,

for those of you who seek base relief

in the house of Margaret Wells.

In the sweat of fornication,

you will thrust away your soul.

For in your heaving and grunting

you diminish your God-like form

into that of a lumpen beast.

If you release the seed of your loins

into her clawing Jades,

disease will latch onto you and suck.

Did I please you, sir?

You are lovelier than June.

God can see all your filthy desires.

He knows your lechery.

- Every lascivious thought... - Mr. Lynch.

Every lewd and bestial act of carnality...

How did you find her?

A sweet and accomplished girl.

As her keeper, you could mold her

into the girl of your dreams.

She was... a little distant.

Passing shyness, nothing more.

She withdrew when I touched her.

My apologies, Mrs. Wells.

I fear your daughter is not for me.

These girls are grinning succubi

in rotting ribbons,

a poisonous slurry between their legs.

How does she do it?

Where does she get her supply of words?

They pick away at your merits as though they're...

They're born out of pain...

from sewing her own cunny up.

Is the she-witch, Margaret Wells.

Is he to be my keeper?

He was very keen to have you, but...

when I questioned him further about his finances,

he fell far short.

Sorry.

We'll find you another, better keeper.

Lady Caroline is barren.

Is she?

Poor girl.

Don't pity her, it's her own fault.

The serpent feels no inclination

to perform for her.

She must not worship it as I do.

It is such a fine, beautiful beast.

I'd like you to have my heir.

- Would you? - Mmm.

You could bear it and then we could send Caroline

off into the country and pretend it was hers.

I wonder what Lady Caroline would think to that.

Who cares?

Get out.

I need to wash.

This is your own doing, you know.

Do you think I did this to myself?

You get these disagreeable experiences because you cannot...

Disagreeable?

Stop pretending you're still a lady.

That went up your arse

with the prick of that rake you ran away with.

No more county balls for poor Miss Pettifer.

Only hairy ones now.

I hope he strangles you next time.

I used to get Osborne.

Then you came.

Now no one notices me so much.

Don't you dare be nice to me.

Don't worry.

I'm a bitch.

Turn away!

Do not cross the threshold of the Blackamoor Pimp

and the Arch-Bawd of London.

Your lust will confound you.

It will cost you your soul!

The blackamoor pimp.

My agreement with your father was a verbal one.

He didn't specify a date for repayment.

But your house is clearly failing,

so I wish to withdraw my investment.

I ain't got it.

Your father knew it would take time.

But I can offer you

the oldest payments known to man:

Payment in kind.

I've seen your girls.

They're not worth ten shillings.

I don't take kindly to that.

If you cannot see my worth,

clearly...

you have not come close enough.

Turn over and lie still.

Harriett,

may I have clean water in my jug?

Why does nobody want her?

Mr. Lynch said that she withdrew

when he went to touch her.

We were counting on that money.

If he'd have taken her,

it'd have paid off half our debts.

Now Lennox wants his loan and we can't pay it back.

Three days, Will.

Three days and the rent is due,

and I haven't got it.

Business will pick up.

We've still got our regulars.

I'm going to see Charlotte.

You all right?

Of course.

Don't fret.

That day is soon upon us, my brothers,

when London...

That's the youngest daughter.

Margaret Wells has debauched her own child!

That girl is cursed to have such a mother!

What about your poor child?

Margaret Wells, you are treacherous to the innocent.

You fake.

You're paid by Dame Death to destroy my trade!

Rest, Mother, rest.

It was a picture.

Mrs. Wells cursing

and Mrs. Scanwell crying "Demon!"

How deliciously vulgar!

I swear she'll flounder before the week is out.

The Spartans are preparing for their sacred games.

They would like a sacrifice to augur their success.

Oh, spit it out.

You want to spoil another virgin.

Allow me my metaphors.

Do they make your enterprise any less vile?

The terms will be the same.

No.

Your Spartans all have names.

I want one, that's my price.

I have sworn an oath of secrecy.

A pox on your oath, my neck is at stake!

Knowledge is security.

One girl, one name.

This house and its vile harlots

is an abomination.

Have you no culls with you, Mr. North?

I've got no standing around here.

Margaret Wells!

Margaret Wells is an enemy of God!

Does that woman never rest?

Good mornin'.

Why don't you knock on the door?

We could do it in a bed for once.

Do you want it up an alley,

in the dirt and the grease?

What if you can't think of what to say?

Or it comes out wrong?

Then you just nod and smile

and move 'em on to the easy bit.

So you find it easy?

If it's giving you no pleasure, manage things,

to bring them on.

You can be bold.

By grasping the nettle?

Yes.

It's an easy beast to tame.

Here.

Make yourself its mistress.

Take a firm hold and set the pace.

Like on a horse.