Harlots

He threatened me with Bedlam.

Help me keep my daughter safe

and I will give you anything you ask for.

Your uncle is a monstrous incubus.

It is him I protect you from.

I'm here for my sister.

She's over‐indulged.

A girl still lives

who can name you as her attacker.

Mother.

There's a girl at Quigley's.

Turn her loose,

she'll tell her tale to the law.

You are unburdened of this office

with immediate effect!

The Lord Justice was going to spare your mother,

but I implored him not to.

You will go to the jail immediately

and hang Margaret Wells.

Get her down, man!

Tomorrow, you set sail for America.

No, there is no hope for me without my family!

We're too early, no one's here.

I am no longer a servant of the law.

I must leave this house and seek new employment.

So, with regret,

I cannot marry.

I see.

My situation is too precarious.

Please be honest.

You've discovered my mother's past

and balk at the daughter of a harlot.

It is not a matter of my feelings.

You've made your feelings very clear.

Forgive me if I keep mine to myself.

I'm sorry for what's happened.

We've come for Margaret's body so we can bury her.

You'll not find it at the magistrate's.

Then where?

The bodies of all murderers

are sent to the Surgeon's Hall.

Must you abuse her body even when she's dead?

Please take your grievance to my successor.

I am no longer a Justice.

You've always been my guiding example,

like a brother.

You'll vouch for me with the others, won't you?

I want to help you, but

the puritan you stabbed

may wake and point her righteous finger.

I have an alibi.

From your mistress and a paid bawd?

It must be nipped, little brother.

How?

She's under the magistrate's roof.

Do it swiftly.

"The hanging was carried out behind closed doors,

prompting accusations of corruption.

Wells was an infamous bawd and rabble‐rouser,

and citizens have been robbed

of their right to witness her public execution."

To Margaret Wells.

I feel as if I've lost a friend.

It's the kippers.

The Marquess of Blayne is here.

Am I not like the Queen of Spain

with my living miniature?

No.

Your intelligence was too late.

The child had already been lifted

from her orphan school by a black,

sent by my sister.

That same flaunting scoundrel

who bid for my virgin.

I want the child found

before my crazed sister poisons it against me.

Then

lend me a man.

I know where this upstart black resides.

I kneel at your altar, High Priestess.

And my first burnt offering will be Charlotte Wells.

It's usually done for me.

I was once a servant for a fine family.

What made you leave?

The son kept attacking me.

I got with child, so they threw me out.

So now I'm getting paid for it.

What happened to your child?

Dead.

Jam there if you want some.

Pa.

We must get through.

There'll be no getting through for me.

No getting through until I've buried Margaret Wells.

Then we'll go and get her body.

I'll not have you harrowed by that sight.

What of you?

Let me do it alone, hmm?

You just missed your family.

Did I?

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

How does Miss Scanwell?

Come see for yourself.

Miss Wells!

Miss Scanwell.

What was done to you...

it's terrible.

I'm not in so much pain now.

Did you see who did it?

He was a gentleman.

White wigged.

What was he wearing?

A dark green cloak

and a velvet jacket.

Lord Fallon.

Your keeper?

I must tell my mother.

I need my mother.

Do you not know?

Child,

your mother was imprisoned

for the murder that she did.

She did no murder.

She confessed to it.

They hanged her yesterday.

Keep her here.

‐Make her sit. ‐Lucy!

I'm so sorry.

I know we had our disputes, but...

Mrs Wells took me in when I had nothing.

I must get her body from the Surgeon's Hall.

Let me come with you.

I'm not fit for company.

You cannot go alone on such an errand.

You once did me the greatest service.

I'm coming with you now.

The next cull I bring, you will smile

and be pleasant,

or I shall tell Mrs Quigley.

I once spent weeks locked in a room here.

Charlotte Wells has sent me to get you out.

Be ready.

We'll go when it's dark.

It's a fortunate day for you, Abigail.

This is Sir Henry Phipps.

You've played your hand well,

convincing Charles that that brat is his.

I wish I'd thought of that when he was tupping me.

Let's go for a little walk.

Will you go for a walk with me?

Leave the bottle.

Are you drinking to quell your guilt?

You hanged the wrong person.

My mother didn't kill Sir George Howard.

I no longer work for court nor crown.

He was trying to force me.

I picked up the knife.

Your mother confessed

because your keeper knew your guilt

and held it over her.

So keep your secrets, Lucy Wells.

And I'll keep mine.

Lord Fallon.

He stabbed Miss Scanwell.

How will I ever prove it so

when you gave him an alibi?

Shh, shh.

It's OK.

Shh, shh.

Don't be kind,

or tears will come.

I need to be busy.

Then let me give you a task.

Only money will free us from my brother.

I need the law's help to secure my inheritance.

Come with me.

Charlotte, I'm sorry for your loss,

but you promised your help.

I can't stay here, it's not fit for Sophia.

You've got your child,

and you're free of Lydia Quigley.

My sister is in the sway of a dangerous man.

Forgive me, but your money has to wait.

Charlotte.

Where's Lucy?

There's no sign of her.

I just caught Lord Fallon trying to smother Amelia.

We tied him up.

Where's the Justice?

Ex‐Justice.

In the tavern, drowning his sorrows.