Harlots

The man with your sister,

I saw him with a bloody knife.

I cannot say it any clearer,

this man is a killer!

- So am I. - Be silent

or your lovely daughter hangs.

There's a little Quiggy growing inside me.

You've taken my family from me.

I want you to lose your family too.

I hate you.

I'm taking her home.

My secret is a child.

She is his.

I want news of Amelia.

Take care of things for me.

I confess to the murder of Sir George Howard.

I have the Wells girl as my surety.

And witnesses can perish.

Tell Charlotte I've gone to bed.

I can tell you the name of the man

who stabbed Amelia.

It is Lord Fallon.

Amelia is at God's mercy,

but Margaret Wells is at yours.

I don't know if I am to offer you payment.

Not unless you would offend.

It was a gift.

One I took great pleasure in giving.

Will your companion not have breakfast with us?

Culls come to brothels for something

warmer and wetter than bread.

She's not my cull.

Nor is she my beloved.

Friendship has many faces.

Lydia will come for me.

As surely as day turns to night.

Margaret is too long visiting Amelia Scanwell.

I will chase her.

You offer me freedom on condition of my silence?

No, Abigail, I want you to sing your song of kidnap and rape

to the Lord Chief Justice.

But he will hang you.

Not when you tell him it was Charlotte Wells

who ensnared and pimped you.

I would die before I would become your helper.

If death is the worst thing you can contemplate,

you have not yet known suffering.

A girl was stabbed in the street yesterday.

Mercifully, she clings to life.

What concern is it of mine?

I believe it was you that cut her down.

I'm taking you to justice.

Unless you have a hundred reputable men

to declare it,

you are making a mistake.

Will you dress or come as you are?

The Magistrate has come for me.

I'm accused of assailing the Scanwell girl.

Your mother's lies have taken root.

You think she has caused this?

You must go to the Marquess of Blayne.

Tell him that I am persecuted.

I struggle to believe it of her.

These past days...

have been heaven.

You speak as though they are over.

I pray they are not.

You're as soft as a kitten's belly, Lord Fallon.

Don't tell anyone.

You creep home like a befouled alley cat.

I'm utterly spent.

You'll excuse me while I sleep.

You'll do no such thing. I've arranged an outing.

- Well, it will wait. - If you are not in your carriage in 10 minutes

I will drag you there in your stays.

Mr. North is here for Mrs. Wells.

Mrs. Scanwell.

You do not know.

Mrs. Wells confessed to the slaying

of Sir George Howard.

No.

She has been taken to her reckoning.

I hope I am detained

on more than that woman's word.

Mrs. Wells has thrown herself upon a bonfire

in the hope of dragging a d-demon with her.

I wish I were so brave.

You're mistaken.

They'll take her to Newgate tomorrow

and hang her soon after.

I'm sorry.

Why has she done it, Nance?

I'll go to Lady Fitz.

Implore her to use her influence.

Will you tell Lucy?

Your ma will want to see ya.

You give her comfort

and I'll find a cure.

Lucy, are you there?

Lucy!

Why, Margaret?

Lucy told Fallon she stabbed Sir George.

He threatened to use it against her.

We could've found a way to mute him.

I'd have done so with my fists to avoid this.

Her secret weighed upon her.

Even if we'd silenced Fallon

she'd have told someone else in time.

She is unburdened now.

You have replaced one burden with another.

And you've given it to Charlotte too.

And Jacob.

Jacob will want for nothing with you as his father.

He will want for you!

He will spend his boyhood craving you

like a hunger that I cannot sate.

I pray he will forget.

I don't want him to forget!

I want him to know your face,

your laugh, and your love.

The best things I've ever known,

and you've robbed him of them.

Lucy!

Lucy, your ma is in trouble!

Open up, Fallon!

Open up!

Lucy!

What are we doing here?

It's a vision of your future.

Some of them are quite entertaining.

That one there believes it is an animal.

It would require more effort for me to purchase a new wig

than it would to intern you here.

If it is an oath of obedience you demand,

I will swear it.

What is the secret that the bawd Quigley torments you with?