02x05 - Episode 5

[bunniefuu]

- [crowd clamouring]
- [grunting]

[Victoria] This is Prince Albert Victor,
second in line to the British throne.

Victoria has told me a lot about you,
Mr Moscow.

This unfortunate business about your ban.

[Hezekiah]
I used to run here with my friend.

Him train me
and teach me everything he know.

You know, someone crossed my path
the other day. A certain Mr Lao.

There's a dying oil man in New York.

There's a painting,
and he will have it at any cost.

The mysterious Caravaggio.
And now he keeps it locked away.

[Mary] Meet our American heiress.

Are you up to this, Alice?

[Mary] Jane's sick. She's dying.

If you care about your brother, you will
tell me precisely what Mary Carr is up to.

As promised, ladies.
Forged documents for our American heiress.

Bond coupons, travel papers
and even a letter from her darling father.

Silas Drake. Jesus, what a name.
[chuckles]

Bet he wouldn't mind a daughter
with a questionable accent

- turning up out of the blue, no?
- Alice will get the hang of it. Won't ya?

Of course I will.

[Mary] All right, ladies, let's focus
on the job in hand. We've got work to do.

[Esme] Are you okay?

[Belle] Where the hell have you been?

What's wrong?

I'm so sorry, Mary.

It's your mother.

She's dead.

Mary? Mary, shall we go there?

Mary, I'm so sorry.

[stammers]

[grunting]

Try again.

[grunts]

Again.

[grunts]

Mmm.

Now find me.

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

- Good.
- [panting]

We're done.

Now, where on earth did you learn
a training technique like that?

My friend was the first man I saw
who boxed the bells.

He would hang them around him
in the breeze,

close him eye, and seek the loudest.

This friend...

was his name Alec Munroe?

Let's concentrate on you.

I read about what happened to him.

Is that why you're returning to Jamaica?

Do you want to put
this awful memory to bed?

Maybe I'm just ready to go home.

I mean, surely there's a future
for you in London.

I mean,
I saw you the other night, Mr Moscow,

and you... you possess a unique gift.

That doesn't matter anymore.

The carriage has arrived,
Your Royal Highness.

Yes. Uh, I'll be right there.

Be honest then.

With this fight looming...

Do I stand a chance?

Would I be here if you didn't?

Well, that's all I needed to hear.

And then the land will be yours.

Hello, Sugar.

Someone told me you might be down here.

- f*ck off.
- Right.

I've been looking for you for days.

We thought you might've
done something stupid.

I'm not in the mood, Sugar.

What's this?

This is business, Sugar. Remember that.

I've had to handle it
while you've been away.

What, by selling the one thing
we've got left?

It's your name above the door.

I know.

That place has cost me so much.

I came down here to... to fight.

You know, to see if I was still up to it.

Do you know what happened?

I-I froze.

That's when I realised
that I've got nothing left.

There's no fight in me no more.

[inhales sharply] Cutting ties
with the Blue Coat ain't the answer.

You're giving up a future for your family.

Family?

And I'm supposed to trust in that
'cause of what you say?

No. No. Because I'm your brother.
Right, and we're all we've got left.

[inhales shakily]
So let me fight for the both of us.

Yeah? Yeah?

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

Come on.

- Hey. I'm gonna fix this right now.
- Yeah.

Mr Goodson.

You almost gave me a bloody heart attack.

We wouldn't wanna do that.

We'd like a word, Mr Rees.

Take a seat.

I, uh... I wasn't scheduled
to see you so soon, Mr Goodson.

The sale of the Blue Coat Boy.

It ain't gonna happen.

We have a deal in place, Mr Goodson.

The deed is signed.

Well, there's been a change of plans.

You don't just renege on a deal
with the Metropolitan Board of Works.

That sounded like a threat.

Merely advice.

That area has been marked
for regeneration.

We're on a march for progress.
That can't be stopped.

Well, that march stops at Wapping.

Do you understand?

[chuckles]

[grunts, groans]

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

[Rees groaning]

[spits]

Deal's off.

Glad you could join us, Miss Dower.

Now, as you ladies have been left
without a queen

there'll be a change of command today.

Has no one heard from Mary?

She'll be found when she wants to be.
You know what she's like.

Yeah, Alice is right,
and this job remains our focus.

Today, while I'm working on the Graftons,
the rest of you work with Alice.

She's got a plan
how you can walk in and out the front door

- without a second glance.
- We shouldn't be doing this without Mary.

We've got a job to do.
Mary isn't your problem.

Right. Follow me, ladies.

How can you all act so normal
about all this? It's not right.

This is what Mary would want, Belle.
This is what she taught us.

I'm curious, Miss Bridges.

Where did you learn
such knowledge of the esoteric?

I descend from a family
of Bavarian witches.

The knowledge is in my blood.

[laughs]

That was a joke, sir. [chuckles]

They were Romanian.

- [chuckles]
- [Sophie chuckles]

[Grafton] Sit down, Nicholas.

So, you're shortly to be leaving us.

I have to, I'm afraid.

A generous old client of mine from Boston
has written to me requesting my services.

They must be offering you
something interesting to draw you away.

Mmm. Silas Drake is a very persuasive man.

[stammers] Drake?
As in, um, shipping magnate Drake?

Oh. You... You know him?

By name only, I'm afraid.

I shouldn't really be sharing,
but his daughter, Lucinda,

has been in London
on a whirlwind tour of the art galleries.

She requires a companion
for her European travels over Christmas.

She loves a soirée or two. [chuckles]

[chuckles] Well, it's a sh-shame that
she's leaving so soon, isn't it, Father?

We could've thrown open the vaults.

Miss Drake is in London.

Perhaps we could persuade her to visit us
here at the house before she leaves.

Perhaps a Christmas ball.

As of now, you three are part
of the White Chapel Workhouse Choir.

Verity will help with the lyrics.

Right.

So, how does this get us
into Grafton Manor?

Well,
Silas Drake is known for his charity.

He sponsors church choirs across Boston.

So to show his own charitable side,
Lord Grafton will invite a choir

of God's less fortunate creatures in
on the day of my visit.

Sophie's planting the seeds today,
and that, ladies, is your way in.

I'm not f*cking singing.

You'll cry like a rooster
if I say this job needs you to, Belle.

Any questions?

Just make sure you don't c*ck this up,
or there'll be hell to pay.

Mary would think this is smart.

I'm not talking about Mary. I meant me.

There'll be hell to pay with me.

Do not c*ck it up this time, Alice.

Everything clear with you three?

- Mmm.
- Yes.

Good. I'll go get us a carriage.

We're going out west.

Lucinda Drake needs
some pearls for her ball gown, I think.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Miss Lucinda Drake, you are cordially
invited to a ball at Grafton Manor.

- Perfect.
- [chuckles]

[chuckles]

Any news on Mary?

None at all.

You know what I think?

f*ck Mary.

The Forty Elephants died the other night
with her mother.

You're a big picture girl, Alice.
You know I'm talking sense.

Loyalty gets you far in these parts.

Ambition gets you further everywhere else.

Look, we don't need to stick around here
after the heist is done.

We could take it all and go.

The painting, Mary's cut.
It could all be yours.

There's a big world we can disappear into
with that kind of capital.

Where would we go?

New York.

You can be an ambitious woman out there.
Take what the world won't give you.

Look, I was part of a wolf pack
like you once, Alice, but it fell apart.

There's only so far you can go
in this world

with people who lack the vision you do.

New York is the place to be,

and if you're as smart as I think you are,
it could be your future.

Mary's sinking. Don't go down with her.

[chuckles]

To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit
from my favourite muse?

Are we nearly finished?

Not long now, Miss Crane.
Perfection is an art in itself.

I don't need perfection.
I just need it done.

Is there...

a reason for your sudden urgency?

What do you see? When you're painting it.

I see Polly Crane, the swan-necked beauty.

I see proof.

Proof I was here.

Proof I was real.

That's all that really matters.

Most would say it's who you are
to others in life that matters,

and immortality is a vain pursuit.

I never said I wanted that.
I just want proof.

And that is what you shall have,
and soon, I promise.

I recently had a visit
from a gentleman named Murtagh,

asking about my models.

Is trouble on the way?

I certainly hope not.

I tend not to ask
about the personal affairs of my models.

Whatever this business is,
I hope it's sorted out. Quickly.

I'm sure it will be.

- Thank you. I shall see you soon.
- Thank you very much. It was an honour.

Thank you. Thank you.

You didn't have to buy me a suit.

I was trying to find a way
to express my gratitude to you, Mr Moscow.

Well, you should wait till you win.
Those are usually the conditions, hmm?

Not for something like this.

You see, I learned
of Miss Davis's investigation

into Buster Williams's death.

How it wasn't your fault.

How a blow
from any man would've k*lled him.

And that is why I simply had to fight
this unjust ban on your behalf.

You did what?

I'm pleased to inform you that your ban
from the West End rings has been lifted.

You can hold your head high now,
my friend.

This fight will put you
back where you belong.

That's it, lads.
That's it. Keep those hands up.

Yeah, keep moving. Come on.

On your toes. On your toes.

Can I sit?

You don't stink of whisky
so I take it you're currently sober?

I heard about your mother.

I know how you're feeling.

You know me so well, don't ya?

[chuckles] Better than most.

Well, you got me back on my feet.

So if there's anything I can do
for you now,

you say the word.

There's people after me, Sugar.

Powerful people.

I have no idea how,
but they're closing in.

Lay low.

Go to Elephant and Castle.

See your mother.

Grieve.

Work out your next steps.
I'll keep an eye out for you.

Thank you.

Well... [sighs] ...you look good, brother.
That true?

You don't have to say anything.

Me know me look good.

[guest 1] So good to see you back.

Mr Moscow, sir,
great pleasure to meet you.

Uh, we heard about that dreadful ban.

Will you be boxing again
now it's been lifted?

[guest 2] Terribly unfair.

[no audible dialogue]

[guest 1] And-And a... And a great deal
more skilful than people present.

- Mr Moscow.
- Yes.

Mr Moscow,
I've been asked to fetch you urgently.

Why? What is it?

It's the Prince, sir. He needs your help.

Right, yeah. Go on.

[retching, coughing]

What happen?

Just nerves and too much Dutch courage.

Will you give the Prince
some words of encouragement?

We not have time for this.
Fight starts in 20 minutes.

He's not the first
to seek courage in a bokkle.

Dr Randle is asking after you.

- Yes, just tell him I'll be right there.
- Another towel.

- Of course, Your Royal Highness.
- Dr Randle?

Yes, it's not official but...

Dr Randle's a good match, a suitable man.

Ah, I see.

[Ashby stammers] It's okay, sir.

Albert,

You've risked too much for this fight.

- Don't let it all be for nothing.
- [stammers] Stop your fussing, will you?

Don't worry about the prince.
I'll look after him.

- [Albert retching]
- [chuckles] Okay.

Good luck, Your Highness.
Remember what this is all for.

- Mr Moscow is relying on you.
- Yep.

[retching continues]

Good luck.

- [sighs]
- [Albert panting, groaning] Harold.

[Hezekiah] You're not gonna
lose this fight without entering the ring.

And making his ring debut tonight,
a graduate of Trinity College, Cambridge.

Please welcome James Eade,
Earl of Langleybury.

[clapping, cheering]

And making his own ring debut tonight,

His Royal Highness
and second in line to the throne,

Prince Albert Victor of Wales!

[cheering, clapping]

- Are you good? Relax. Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Seconds out.

Gentlemen,
you'll approach the scratch for me.

You may touch gloves if you wish.

[spectator] Ooh! Right then.

[referee] Fight!

[grunting, groaning]

- Right.
- [bell dings]

If this is the next line
to the British Monarchy,

they should castrate you
to prevent further shame.

[Hezekiah] Hey, hey!

[referee] It's the end of the round,
no fighting, chaps.

Back to your corners.

Focus, Albert. He is not your bully,
he's simply your opponent, hmm?

Now, next round his confidence
will be high.

Use that against him.

- Okay.
- [referee] ...round two.

[referee] Ready?

[grunts]

[bell dings]

[grunting, groaning]

Control, control.

[crowd gasping]

Come off the ropes.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

- [referee] Break! To your corner!
- Good.

[no audible dialogue]

- You good?
- Yes.

You see what I see?

- Keep your guard up.
- Mmm.

- So, you know what you have to do?
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

- [referee] Seconds out.
- [bell dings]

[grunting, groaning]

[spectator 1]
Move forward with your right foot, sir.

- [crowd clamouring]
- [spectator 2] Come on, sir!

Yes.

Get him with another hook.
That's it, James.

Good boy, that's it. Keep going, come on!

What are you doing? Oh, James!

Yes!

- [spectators cheering, gasping]
- That's it! That's it!

Yes!

One, two, three, four, five!

No!

Yes!

Yes!

[announcer] His Royal Highness,
he's done it, ladies and gentlemen!

His Royal Highness!

[pants]

[sniffles]

So, this is what you got to show for it?
[chuckles]

All them years being queen
and this is what you're left with.

[sobs]

Sleep well, Mum.

[groaning, choking]

You think I didn't notice you?

[gagging]

[coughs]

[pants] We need to go.

Go!

- Like a wager, you know?
- Right.

You, sir,
been watching me since I arrived.

Who are you?

Nathaniel Washington.
Pleasure to finally meet you, Mr Moscow.

The man from Jamaica
who turned British boxing on its head.

Men like you... [chuckles]
...inspire revolutions.

What do you want, Mr Washington?

[chuckles]

To remind you
how they shunned you from this world.

The ban was a joke.

Everyone in New York knew
that Jerry Knox was a crook,

but news doesn't travel
that fast over water.

Until tonight, see,
I heard men call you a k*ller...

as praise...

as an insult.

These aren't the men you should
be restarting your boxing with, brother.

[sighs]

And you are?

Look...

I got a few exhibition fights lined up
while I'm here

that I'd love for you to be a part of, right?

No hang-ups, no judgement,
no fancy pants rich boys.

You get in the ring with me,
it all becomes pure again, just sport.

[Hezekiah sighs]

I don't need an answer now, right?

Think about it.

[Eliza] I heard about Jane,
so I knew where you'd be.

I just wish I'd have been there sooner.

You was there when you needed to be,
that's all that matters.

Looking at her was like
looking into the future.

She worked so hard for her empire,
and for what?

f*ck' flowers...

a cold bed, empty house.

Mary, look at me. Look at me.

You are not your mother.

You know what love is.

No.

I should get going.

By the sounds of things,
your factory girls need you more than me.

With men like that after you, you're...
[sighs] ...you're not safe on your own.

Ah, I don't need a bodyguard, I just need
another f*ck' drink, and the truth.

They didn't look like Elephant men.

'Cause they weren't, Eliza.

I've seen men like that before
and I know who sent 'em.

[Eliza] Mary.

Sugar!

What have you done?

All this talk of grieve, see your mother,
was it just a set up?

[inhales sharply] What happened?

Two men tried to k*ll me tonight, Sugar,
in my mother's home

and the only person who knew
about my movements was you.

So, who the f*ck have you been talking to?

Who the f*ck have you been talking to,
Sugar?

Murtagh.

What the f*ck
are you doing with a man like that?

He'll have us both k*lled.

How long have you been
passing information to him?

'Cause that... f*ck' hell. That's why
you've been asking all the questions.

Oh, f*ck' hell.
The heist, does he know about that?

How long has
he had men following me, Sugar?

I don't know.

Don't... You don't know what you have done!

He threatened me. [breathes shakily]

Said I had to give him information on you,
and if I didn't give them it, then...

Treacle would hang. I had no choice.

But I didn't set you up tonight, and I...

I didn't think they'd try to k*ll you.

Why'd it have to be you?

I f... I trusted you.

I'll fix it.

No.

No, you... you just stay away from me.
You f*ck' scum.

I could see the punches coming,

I moved out the way
and I administered the final blow.

- I'll take you, Eddy.
- Well, come on then, Charles.

- [grunting]
- [grunting, chuckles]

[Charles] It was a great bout, Eddy.

You're leaving?

Mr Moscow!

You must be so proud of Eddy. Please.

Lovely to meet you.

Yes, yes. All right, chaps,
leave the poor man alone.

Now, you have your victory.

I hope you remember your promise to me.

Well, my good man, of course!

Someone will be in touch with you shortly.

Don't forget what you learn.

Never.

Look after yourself, Mr Moscow.

[Charles]
Now here, here he is, the man of the hour!

- I'll meet you by the carriage.
- Thank you.

[sighs] Congratulations.

Yeah, it was you who had faith in him.

[sighs] You will write, won't you?

Of course.

You love him?

- This man.
- [sighs]

In my world, you don't have to love
someone to marry them.

[sighs]

I want to thank you, Miss Davies...

for reminding me of my purpose.

Thank you for reminding me
that I still have my own.

You have your land now, but don't forget
where your heart is, Hezekiah.

- [Dr Randle] Victoria.
- [sighs]

What you doing?

Sugar.

I f*cked up, Treacle.

Why? What's happened?

Mary almost got k*lled tonight.

It was all my fault.

What you on about?

What the f*ck do you mean?

I mean, I had a choice
between you and her,

and I chose you.

Now, I've seen the police reports
about the body found by the river.

So I need to know...

did you k*ll that woman?

Do you know how hard it is
to even remember what day it is?

It is f*cking dark in here, Sugar, and...

I can't remember.

I'm... I can't.

But I know what kind of man I am, and...

Sugar, I couldn't...

[inhales sharply] I would never.

Right now, we're in danger,

and we can't afford to doubt each other.

[door closes]

You asked to see me, Sugar.

Mr Lao.

- Get him a drink.
- Yeah.

- Mary, Mary, what happened to you?
- [stammers] I need to leave.

Who did this?

It's...

It's not your concern, Hez.
This is on Sugar.

- Sugar.
- Stop. [stammers] It don't matter.

So, where you planning to go?

I... I don't know how you do it.

- [scoffs] Do what?
- Care.

After everything that happened.

I learned what it's like to be let down
by someone that you put your trust in,

and I don't know if I have it in me
to forgive.

And I... I know
you probably can't either, but...

I am so sorry...

about Alec.

'Cause it was my fault.

I... I was just too...
too scared to tell you the truth.

Alec is resting, Mary.

We should leave him to rest.

[sighs]

Me hear about your mother.

Me sorry about that.

I understand what you might be feeling.

I just want you to know that.

You're both here. Good.

What you want, Thomas?

Sugar wants to speak to you both.

f*ck that!

He has a proposition for you.

You gotta hear him out, at least.

What?

You're probably wondering
why I've gathered you all here.

I understand that some of you
may wish me dead,

and I don't blame ya.

But we have a common enemy.

Which is why
I've brought you here tonight.

And thus, they gathered.

Scheming, plotting, planning.

With black hearts and blacker souls.

Sugar Goodson

and his m*rder of crows.