The Doll Factory

You know, he completely lost it

when he found out what Guin did.

Guinevere did this?

Louis, do you ever think about our future?

I want to keep you here, forever.

Marry me then.

I wish that I could.

I know you've been spying on me.

If your intention was to scare me.

Well I wouldn't be caught dead in that whorehouse.

I saw you.

I brought you a gift.

Stick to what you know, Mr. Reed.

Yes!

What's your price?

You're selling it?

Can't keep following Silas forever.

Where was it?

Why didn't you come?

Sorry doesn't cut it, Iris!

How do you know my name? How do you know my name?

Louis Frost.

Hi Rose, here's your skirts.

Albie!

I need you to take me somewhere.

Miss Rose.

Can I -

Yeah.

What happened to your face?

You look different.

That's not me.

Time to go.

Just a minute longer.

Now.

Now let me say in the first place

that I have no acquaintance with any of these items,

I'm very...

Who style themselves the PRB.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Yes, by which they mean pre Raphaelite brethren.

Brotherhood!

The cunt doesn't even know our names!

These pre Raphaelites,

though I cannot compliment them on their choice of name,

I must object to the tone of your critique

which appeared in The Times of last Wednesday,

they are at a turning point

in which they will either sink in to nothingness

or rise to a very great, greatness.

It wasn't what he said,

it was the way he was speaking with me.

It was like he knew me.

You're in a new world now.

You know, Iris Whittle was printed in The Times

last Wednesday.

Have you heard about this, Louis?

He - he thinks it's nothing.

Did he say that?

He doesn't understand. It's a feeling.

Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof.

Oh for God's sake.

Ow, my lungs. Woof.

Poor little bastard.

Woof.

Leave him alone.

Alright there, Iris?

This is the dog that we played with in the park.

Iris, there's hundreds of dogs like that

roaming around London, thousands of them.

You - you probably just recognise him from my painting.

I think I can tell the difference

between your painting and my memory.

Of course you can.

No one's - no one's suggesting otherwise.

Let's get a drink. Come on.

He's gone.

What d'you mean he's gone?

His shop's closed

and he's not been in any of his usual places.

What if he figured out we know about what he did?

What if he saw that the feather's gone?

He can't have just disappeared.

Where you going?

I'm keeping looking for him.

Your fee, madame artiste?

Fifty pounds.

What's that?

Iris's commission for her work

on the Shepherd Boy's background.

How much did that one go for in the end?

Three hundred.

Very nice.

Louis, I won't accept it.

Why not?

'Cause I don't need his charity.

Louis' far too mean for charity.

You worked on commission, did I not make that clear?

Yeah, this is how it goes.

That's exactly how we started

making a little tin for ourselves.

You deserve to be paid for your work.

And you think this is proportionate?

Well, I would actually argue

that you're being underpaid.

I'd have lost my fucking mind painting that meadow.

All those buttercups.

I hate yellow.

Oh, that'll be Hunt with the wine.

I'll get it.

Oh.

Midday blue.

I found a visitor.

Is it Hunt?

Yes, I know, the question -

Papa! Papa!

Louis.

What happened? Talk to me.

Mother is very bad tonight.

Louis?

Hey, we have to go, now.

Alright? It's going to be absolutely fine,

just come with me, we'll go find mother.

I'll come back as soon as I can.

Iris, why don't you just sit down?

Don't touch me, I don't want to sit.

Tell me the truth, whose child was that?

Oh, for God's sake, stop lying to her.

Is that Louis' son?

- Yes. - With who?

Lizzie?

Honestly, I don't know.

I've only heard the rumours.

What rumours?

What rumours!

Her name is Sylvia.

And she's his wife.

I assume the doctor sent you?

It's a very new drug, but growing in popularity.

They say the Queen might even use it.

Mrs. Dickens was all praise for the method.

Hoping for a son, I take it?

No. A girl.

You'll take care of me, won't you?

One bottle?

Yes.

Precision lies not just in accuracy,

but in the timing.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for staring.

Can't believe how much you look like her.

Focus.

Hey!

You can let go now.

He's a very dangerous man,

prone to outbursts and extreme cruelty.

What was that noise?

Aargh! Aargh! Aaargh! Aaargh!

Silas!

Oh you - thief! Thief!

Albie.

If you meddle, if you intervene -

Please Mr. Silas, sir, Miss Iris, let her alone.

I'll find that rat you call your sister

and I'll kill you both.

Please! No!

Oh, oh, oh.

Evie!

Evie!

Albie, will you shut the fuck up!

Some of us have been working all night!

I can't find her.

I was only outside taking a piss.

Albie.

What the fuck happened to it?

It was your only one.

Excuse me.

She's not here.

You are Ananya.

She talked about you.

She talked to me about you also.

You have a husband in India.

Surely you can empathise with my situation.

Can you not just get her to come down here?

I'm not her keeper.

No. But you're her Queen's guard.

Listen, I've brought something for her.

Maybe you can ask her just to come down and receive it.

Why don't you bring whatever it is inside,

and then we'll see.

What you doing?

Can't sleep.

It's very huge.

I hated it when I first saw it at the Royal Academy.

I know. But...

It is beautiful.

Yes. I used to sneak in to his studio

when it was empty just to look at it.

Every brushstroke felt like a secret gesture.

Will you keep it?

Will I keep it?