Harlots

You have an instinct for violence,

I can see that in you.

A Spartan does not blunder.

I have a hostage, her own daughter.

You work for me when I tell you to.

Mrs. Quigley is a bawd.

Lord Dodds is the Lord Chief Justice.

Miss Anne Pettifer.

I prefer a riper fruit.

I need your assurance that you'll stand up

in a court of law.

- Do I have your word? - You do.

Miss Lydia Quigley, you're under arrest for-‐

Get out!

She has the Lord Chief Justice between her thighs.

We need to fight like her.

We're a five-headed beast now.

You just tell us when to roar.

We'll stab out her eyes with a moldy old post.

Throw her in a slurry pit, step on her head.

Could always get the King's elephant to sit on her.

Shit on her.

You're a brave slut, Emily Lacey.

We'll look out for you.

Let's hope that's enough.

Suddenly gone very cold in here.

Please keep your voices down.

I'll do better than that.

I'll go home.

To my Will.

Ride hard, my stallion!

Faster, boy, faster!

The race is won!

You are exquisite.

And you, my good sir, are a powerful steed.

I hope we may ride together often.

Morning.

Girls.

I need you to go on a molly hunt for me.

Prince Rasselas.

Do you know him?

That pretty boy with a look of the East?

That's him.

I need you to find him.

Look everywhere.

Covent Garden, Sodomite's Walk,

all the molly houses.

Tell him I want to see him.

We'll pay if we have to.

- Go on. - You should not admit

such an unnatural creature into this house.

We admit much worse.

Tell Mr. Hunt you made it yourself.

That's a lie, Mother.

You need not wear your cap.

Sounds like you're trying to marry her off,

Mrs. Scanwell.

He is a man of sound convictions,

with a good salary from the crown.

I like your thinking.

You should come and work as a pimp for us.

Eh, Fanny?

She's just trying to do what's best for her daughter.

Like all of us.

Fanny.

Don't do that again.

Don't insult me in front of Mrs. Scanwell.

What about my baby, then?

You've said she has to go when she's weaned.

And if she goes, I go.

Who'll be your best girl then?

What's in your tea this morning, eh?

I wouldn't dream of parting you from each other.

No more stomach for it.

Thank you.

Think the justice will act, Mrs. Wells?

On the button that we found in Kitty's hair?

I'll not sleep on the chaise.

Can you forgive my cockeyed notions?

We must show...

that Golden Square thrives once more.

I think it's time for our annual audience

with the goddess Vesta.

Can I play Vesta again?

Don't be silly, Ann.

Charlotte is our goddess.

You may organize the rituals of the virgins,

while I find us a real one to sacrifice.

I'll come with you.

I want to know how the best bawd in London snags a virgin.

To what purpose?

To learn.

To be like her.

I wonder if you have the stomach for it.

Try me.

Hmph.

Go away, Emily Pig.

But I love Emily Pig.

You should love a little piglet like me.

Oh no.

Why not sail on Nell's fulsome tides?

Or we could just have a poke.

You have her.

I'll take the little one.

Cherry, would you like to entertain this gentleman?

- I'm entertaining Charles. - He can spare you.

Get up, Emily!

Your house is busy.

Help! Someone, my cull's gone mad!

Get away, maggot!

I'll mash your face in!

Nell!

- Help! - Nell!

Charlie!

What?

Tie him up!

Charles, go to the tavern, fetch William North.

Go, go!

My children!

You're lucky this knife's not for you.

- Get out! - Move!

This is it, Nance, it's started.

Where's North, where's North?

North!

Harriet.

Bad men.

Wait!

It's plain as day what your ma's up to.

- Don't. - Why?

Make a good match.

You can sing hymns together before humping.

Stop it.

Miss Scanwell.

I expect you've heard by now about Mrs. Quigley.

It seems I have met with the limits of the law.

If you concede that,

what is your purpose?

Think she likes you.

Twittering turd!

Who sent you?

The Duke of York.

You insolent bollock bag!

Who hired you?

The bawd! Quigley!

Quigley sent us.

These people want honest jobs.

They think they do.

But who really wants to be a drudge

for six pounds a year when they can live in splendor

at Golden Square?

The virgin will come willingly if you pay her enough.

But she'd lack the reticence

so prized amongst our gentlemen.

You know my standards.

Secure me a pretty maid and be sure to test her

about her virtue.

You show me.

If you really want to be my apprentice,

I insist you try.

Who was your first?

A stable boy, chosen by me.

How many men have you had since?

I'm a harlot.

I don't keep count.

How many have given you pleasure?

Only you.

Well, that makes me your true first.

Do you seek work?

Yes, ma'am.

What's your experience?

Keeping house with my ma, mostly.

Will I be free to go to church on Sundays?

No.

We're a godless household,

you should seek somewhere else.

Why have you let her go?

She could be positively regal.

She wanted to go to church.

Tell them what they want to hear,

just get them through the door.

You are more artful with words.

We'll do it together.

Where have you gone to?

I was thinking about Kitty.

Who killed her.

These things befall the weak.

You think it was her fault?

There are hunters, and there are prey.

Killing is an art.

A killer has a certain nobility.

A superiority of character.

I thought killing was a desperate act.

Quite the contrary.

It is the preserve of a select few.

I had a friend who liked faro.

You are a tasty piece,

but we do not wish to hear.

She's dead now.

Were her brains in her udders, like yours?

That's the man.