The Doll Factory

Ugh.

I know what you've done.

Silent, starey Silas.

Mr Silas has been watching my friend too.

Maybe we can help each other.

I'm told that this is your shop.

This is perverse.

So how's Rose? Next time you're in the shop

will you tell her that I miss her? This Guigemar,

kneeling at a woman's feet is just so -

Derivative.

Tell a different story.

I'm painting her escape.

Do you object to Shakespeare now?

No it's just this courtly love dog shit,

it's getting boring.

She's out-painting you brother.

Have you decided if you'll submit?

Louis doesn't think I'm ready.

I've been accepted in to the great exhibition.

I thought you were planning on just using butterflies.

There isn't time to catch enough.

Silas, you don't seem yourself tonight.

There was there was a woman here,

she accused me of a horrible thing.

Keep hoping that it will change,

this perception people form of me,

but, like I never seem to say the right thing,

do the right thing.

What do you mean?

Don't know how to make people like me.

I like you.

I know you'll finish on time.

And I know your exhibits tomorrow will be such a success.

You've so much faith in me.

You're like me, you won't let the opportunity pass you by.

What about your opportunity?

D'you still think Louis Frost is the man to give it to you?

It's getting late.

No, Iris, Iris don't-

Excuse me.

Careful with that, boys, it's priceless.

I've decided...

I'm going to submit my self-portrait

to the Royal Academy along with you all.

I'm determined.

Look, I beg you,

just employ some reason and use your eyes.

Of course, sir.

Iris, could you come with me a moment please?

Hunt, why do you look so stressed?

I'm so sorry.

I know how hard you worked on it.

Why are you the one telling me this?

Well, you know what they're like.

Although I suppose you've been around before.

At exhibition time they can just go a bit...

like nothing else exists.

But Louis, he feels dreadful about it.

Really.

Apparently he completely lost it when he found out what Guin did.

Guinevere did this?

You and Louis, have you talked about marriage?

Gabriel is just constantly promising the world

and then going back on it.

His - his sister visited our apartment

and he made me hide on the balcony.

Like for an hour.

But Clarissa knows about you.

I don't know that she knows specifically.

Oh, she knows.

Do you want to get married?

I -

Oh, of course you do.

You're clever. I'm just...

romantic.

Anyway, your painting,

Louis feels dreadful about it.

You said.

I can already read Dickens' critique,

'Oh, my, her lips slightly parted, so red'.

God.

Can you imagine if Millais' Marianna is on the line

and my Guigemar's Queen isn't?

Oof.

I know, I am pathetic.

Yes, you are.

How dare you send Lizzie as your messenger?

I know.

It was unforgivable of me.

I never should've left it within her reach.

I hate myself for it, please believe me,

I hate myself for letting her get to it.

And then today in the studio,

you said nothing.

Well I didn't know what to say.

In front of everybody.

They'd all - they all knew what she'd done.

I couldn't bear your disappointment.

Please forgive me.

I feel dreadful about it, please, forgive me.

Hm?

I'm sorry.

Louis, do you ever think about our future?

Constantly, yes.

And what do you imagine?

Erm, more of the same, but better.

Iris, come on.

Iris, I was up all night,

all this talk about Guinevere.

Do - Iris.

Iris, come back.

Iris. Iris!

You've got beautiful teeth.

I'll probably get Waterloo teeth, cheaper.

Don't you think it'd be such an honour

to have a soldier's teeth?

A soldier's smile. It's even cheaper for porcelain.

But it's worth spending that tiny bit extra,

it's less likely to crack.

Can't keep following Silas forever.

I know every shortcut and dark corner in this town.

But what happens if he does something?

I'll stop him.

Yeah, I'm sure one day you will,

when you've got your Waterloo teeth.

Albie. You know you can trust me.

Well, I've got an idea. But it might scare you a bit.

And that, my sweet,

is why you should not flutter in the face of a passing lady.

She'll not think twice of swatting you,

in competition to be the prettiest.

We do not let our opportunities pass us by.

Sir! This way please.

Now.

This is is my exhibiting space?

You've the rest of the hour to set up.

I -

I, er, was accepted by Thomas Filigree himself.

In - in to the zoological section.

Yes, item 297.

Er, I - I had expected something a little grander.

I know what you mean.

I don't expect Queen Victoria will be

taking a turn down this particular wing,

but don't worry, I don't think she'll miss ya.

Can I help you, ma'am?

Dead or alive?

Alive, I think.

Mrs Salter will be back soon.

I'm going to the Great Exhibition this afternoon.

Would you like to join me?

Why would I go anywhere with you?

I'll buy your ticket.

How generous.

Is that why you're here?

To rub your dirty money in my face.

No.

Well, I wouldn't take anything that's been owned

by you laying on your back.

Rose, don't talk to me like that.

What, the artist's not fucking you?

Maybe I'm fucking him.

We paint, we have conversations. He's my -

He's your what?

You know, there's a great tradition of sluts

with good conversation skills.

You're not the first.

You might feel like he's giving you

everything you've ever dreamed of right now, but remember,

that just means he can take it all away whenever it suits him.

He won't.

I know you've been spying on me,

in my lodgings, the other night by the fire.

Your lodgings?

If your intention was to scare me

- Well, I wouldn't be caught dead in that whore house.

I saw you.

You've gone mad.

You're so jealous.

Don't you lecture me about jealousy.

You're the jealous one, you.

Or did you think you were invisible all those times,

peeping behind the keyhole?

You couldn't bear it when I was beautiful.

When somebody loved me.

That's not true.

You waited until I looked like a monster.

I - what are you talking about?

Charles.

You wanted him to see me at my worst.

I didn't.

Iris, you took him to my sickbed.

You ruined everything.

He was gonna marry me but he didn't because of you.

Because you wanted him to see me like that

because you're jealous.

You're jealous. Jealous. Jealous.

Jealous.

Rose, I thought you were dying.