The assassin we sent to kill Delaney is dead.
The British want you dead.
I stitch you up and you give me information.
That I will see its sovereignty on Nootka Sound
to whichever nation offers me their monopoly.
All the tea in China.
As Horace Delaney's widow,
I also own half the trading post at Nootka Sound.
And I believe Nootka is of value to the King.
If you're in contact with the King,
then you are already in grave danger.
I hope I can trust you
to keep the secrets of the past buried.
I am your sister, let all else lie.
Now you take the minutes, tell me about every meeting.
I want that information.
You think your father's kid feeds himself.
Now you're back, I want payment.
We were given your name. I'm not a courtesan.
Give her to me.
There appears to have been a misunderstanding.
She stabbed the Duke of Richmond.
They knew that she was not a whore, and that she would fight back.
And now they have a good reason to come for her.
Open this door! By the order of the King!
James!
James! They're here!
James! For God's sake!
What's happening?
They will want you to sign their papers or you will hang.
Hang for what? For saving my honor?
You must hold out.
You will hold out. Look at me.
These men are from the Crown. I will warn the East India and they will free you.
What are you talking about?
You must go with them now. I will be with you when you're inside
and you will know it.
Hold out.
Come along. Come with us.
Got another one for ya.
Aren't you a pretty one?
Come on.
This is allocated
for the famous Lorna Bow.
Think of the queue that'll form.
An actress, no less.
No. No! No!
You will answer to God for this.
Probably. And for the many other evil tasks I have carried out
for the King of England.
And the Prince Regent. There was a misunderstanding.
The Duke was given the wrong name.
Each ribbon represents a reason not to comply.
As each ribbon is untied a reason disappears.
Let me explain.
Under English law, as Delaney's wife, you have the legal right
to contest his will on the grounds of insanity.
Here's a copy of the marriage certificate to Horace Delaney.
A legal precedent from 1755.
Now that is an application to contest the will which we have already drawn up.
The granting of leave for that application. By King's Counsel.
Bravo.
And the successful outcome of that application
dated one month from now. Congratulations.
And finally...
An agreement to assign your share of the Nootka trading post,
smokehouse and tanning factory to the possession of the British Crown.
Or...
A conviction for attempted murder. For which you hang.
Now, this really is terribly simple.
Exposed as you are. In this hell.
You're weak.
Men of all kinds.
Your hands shackled.
A key and a pen are your only weapons.
So you take this pen in your hand, you sign your name
and I turn the key, into your dress and you leave.
With £1,000 for your trouble.
I have been told to await a better offer.
James said...
James.
"Oh, James. James."
My God.
I see.
So soon. You can go.
My wife is a strange fish.
I talk to her about my work when we sit up in bed at night.
Her belief is that James Delaney is in league with Satan.
I believe that to be true, too.
So, as we...
explore ways to make you change your mind
these next few hours,
we will be doing God's work.
Hurry up!
Ms. Bow.
I can find my own carriage.
Mr. Delaney has business,
but he instructed me to make sure you get home safely.
Did he say "home"?
I don't quite recall.
Miss Bow.
If you please.
We had a fucking agreement!
Common cause!
I saw the papers with my own eyes.
The assignation they were trying to make her sign
gave Nootka to the Crown and only the Crown.
Fucking snakes.
If we didn't have so much shit on the Duke of Richmond,
they would have had her.
Who tipped you off?
Anonymous note.
Delaney.
He's turning London into his own private bear pit.
Are what are we? The bear or the dogs?
Shit!
And that fat pig Prince Prinny plays the fool
so he can better play the game.
I will pop him.
I swear to God.
I'll burst him like a pig's bladder.
Get a message to Coop.
Tell him we withdraw our negotiators from the India talks.
The Prince Regent has decided to decline your offer
For crying out loud, that is.
He will not offer you a monopoly.
So...
Doesn't that mean the game is up, James?
No, it's just begun.
What else?
The hand was raised.
They talked about gunpowder.
Hmm.
Pettifer said if Delaney trading company wanted to trade
with the Indians at Nootka,
the only merchandise you could possibly use would be gunpowder.
Hmm. Wilton pointed out that in times of war,
the production of gunpowder is controlled by the Crown.
You will not be granted a license to purchase.
Your name is already on a blacklist.
You will not get a single grain anywhere in England.
So, now,
is the game up?
When they speak of you, there is such hatred now.
Before, they laughed...
They stopped laughing. Okay, that's good.
That's a good thing about it.
James.
For God's sake.
The art of war.
Poor motive.
Poor strategy.
Poor outcome.
Hmm.
They can't kill you, but they will
crucify your name,
and crucify all those around you.
But I don't keep anybody around me that doesn't deserve what they get.
Does that include me?
Yes, that includes you.
Only half a man.
Thank you.
Now, finally, here,
I'm introducing chlorine gas to a solution of sal ammoniac.
Ladies beware,
these are corrosive substances. They will ravage your dresses.
So, the combination produces a yellow, oily fluid
that will explode with sunlight or heat or mere motion.
In order to show you most simply and safely its explosive effect,
I use this instrument
to transfer...
Very carefully...
Just a few drops.
And again, beware,
use your hands, protect your eyes.
The vessel is often shattered to atoms by sheer force.
Terrific!
Magnificent!
Mr. Cholmondeley.
I canceled my appointment.
Blamed a headache.
Exposure to excitable chemical fumes, I imagine.
As a doctor, I ought to make sure you are fully recovered.
Something in your eye.
Do you have a husband?
Dead. Thank God.
What did he look like?
A toad.
I have a question.
It concerns chemistry.
I hope now is not inconvenient.
Wait.
I wrote a fucking book about chemistry.
If you got any questions about chemistry, then read that.
I already did. I was very impressed.
That's why I'm here.
I have use for you.
You know, semen not ejaculated at the point of passion
turns to poison and narrows the mind.
Eventually you become an ape.
So ejaculate.
Then we can talk business.
Is that gold?
Has the semen yet turned to poison?
I believe you invented a chemical process for verification.
Yeah.
So, what exactly is it you would use me for?
I got a carpenter to take down those boards
and put up a new door.
You should try a key next time.
They've turned a few things over.
We should bill the King. She's back, yes?
Aye.
How does she seem?
The same.
But then, she's an actress.
Mmm-hmm.
You knew they were coming to take her, didn't you?
All part of the plan.
I have things to do.
We're all just part of the plan, aren't we, sir?
Buy her some flowers.
Flowers.
You said I am a weakness.
I wasn't weak.
I will fix that.
I'll get Brace to fix that.
In the cell I called you "James."
I think that surprised them most.
Certainly surprised me.
If your intervention had been 10 minutes later,
I would have been raped.
But the consequence for you was worth the risk to me. Yes?
You see me as I am.
All of those that I gather are damned.
It's just part of a company policy of mine.
Perhaps now you will understand
why it is better for you to leave
and let this business run its course.
Is that why you let it happen?
To teach me a lesson?
No. That was to teach the King a lesson. And the Company.
But if you're absolutely resolute, stay.
Then I may agree to incorporate you into the organization.
Oh!
Oh, I see.
I have passed a test.
No.
I have joined the league of the damned.
A group of people who are drawn together with a willingness
to do exactly as I say.
We are the ships, you are the river. Mmm.
First,
I need you to bring me a trunk
full of my father's belongings.
I... I'm actually very tired, Mr. Delaney.
Your conspiracies have made it a very tiring day.
I'll fix that.
Sleep on it.
Forever and ever.
Amen.
John Company and the King are back at war.
The resolution again recedes.
Fuck him!
You woke me.
Please don't. Your coat's all wet.
You're wet, too.
Who is in there?
Who's in there? Huh?
Where he leads, I will follow.
Where the fuck are we?
My new factory.
Huh.
I flagged him down at St. Pancras.
I told him two shillings. I guessed you'd pay.
Hold on.
Nitrous oxide.
They call it laughing gas.
I provide it for entertainment at society parties. It's good money.
Last night it was...
Oh, fuck. I can hardly remember.
Duck hunters and whores dressed as ducks.
I think.
I had to partake of my own supply just to get through it.
Anyway, show me this cow shit.
Mmm.
Pigeon shit?
Yeah, better. Now. Wood.
Some birch, but it's mostly hazel.
Oak is better.
There's not enough oak on the heath, dear boy.
So buy off-cuts from the ship yard.
Nothing we use can be purchased openly.
What about piss?
I'm sorry?
Human urine is by far the best for leaching the ash.
Especially if there are traces of alcohol.
How many humans live here?
Three.
Where are they, by the way?
I sent them away this morning.
Do you own this farm?
Hey, ask no more questions now and talk to me only of chemistry.
A simple question is, is it possible to achieve it here?
If you mix the pigeon shit and the cow shit
at a ratio of around 60:40 in favor of the pigeon,
I'd have to do tests.
Then if you burnt all that stack of wood today
you could soak the ash in 50 gallons of human piss
and leave it for a minimum of a year, and then, my friend,
you would indeed have gunpowder.
I don't have a year.
Well, I have a theory that the introduction
of several barrels of saltpeter
that have already been refined at the start of the process
can cut the leaching stage down to four weeks.
A theory.
Yes, but my theories are always right.
As far as I know, there is only one place
where once can find refined saltpeter.
Two.
The bat caves of Burma where the bat shit refines itself,
or the warehouse of the East India Company at Wapping Wall.
Except they're not selling at the moment.
War going on.
Two wars actually.
Or have we already won one of them?
You're hired, Mr. Cholmondeley.
And as for your saltpeter, I will get it for you.
Hmm?
Who are you?
I told your friends,
Nootka Sound is not for sale.
Come with me.
How the hell can you walk around a house this old without making a noise?
Because I own it.
And I know every creak in it and I can move around it without waking it up.
When was the last time you set foot inside a church, sir?
Mmm.
The lady told me to wake her because she had a costume fitting.
I guessed you wouldn't want her going out.
No, the lady is free to come and go as she pleases.
The Crown will protect her from the Company.
And the Company will protect her from the Crown.
And you are the joint in the see-saw.
Mmm.
By the way I found your red roses in the mud
when I threw out the oyster shells.
Who is this?
Who the hell is what?
Brace...
Do not believe that I will not know when you reseal my letters.
Countess Musgrove is, let me think, sir,
1,550 places above you
in the social hierarchy of London.
Her husband is a little, fat German prick and she fucks...
You forgot to wake me.
Fucks what, Brace?
Countess Musgrove has a reputation as a lady
of uncertain origin, sir, who in the past used her beauty
to beguile men of great influence
and thereby improving her position in society.
She also allows and even encourages the closed and turning Waltz.
Bow.
Then why would she invite a man
who can't dance?
Perhaps she likes oddities and curiosities.
Or if she knows you are in the house in the light
you can't be outside lurking in the garden in the dark scaring people.
There is another letter, sir.
Perhaps related to the first.
This came from the same post?
Aye, sir.
The Americans, wanting a place on the see-saw.
Well, it is an invitation for two.
Miss Bow.
Do you dance?
Where is she?
Where's Helga?
I'll get her.
Winter said you looked impressed.
I am.
Oysters mask the smell of sex.
You like that?
Mmm.
Yes, I might have a use for that, actually.
You may need to bring a couple of girls to the Dolphin with you.
Now, shut for the evening.
You're busy tonight.
Right. A request to hire men and boats
to collect barrels from the Prospect of Whitby pub
and ferry them up the Fleet River to Hampstead.
Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm?
Barrels will contain...
Whore's urine. Hmm.
And that of the customers.
Three pence a barrel.
I want you to sign it right now before whatever it is in your blood wears off.
And I'm planning a robbery.
Well, at last. Back in the world of reason and rationality.
Who are we going to rob?
Elizabeth.
Now, if you'll excuse me, ladies.
Come on.
Posey for the lady?
Much obliged, kind sir.
For you.
There's other business up for tonight,
none of which concerns you.
Ms. Lorna Bow!
Mrs. Lorna Delaney,
and Mr. James Delaney!
Judging by the horror on the faces of the ladies, you are known.
Yes, and judging by the shame on the faces of some of the men, so are you.
If only I had been a whore,
I might have been as rich as Countess Musgrove.
Who I presume is that creature.
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello.
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello.
Hello?
Not hello, hello, hello, hello.
Who the hell is that? No idea.
Who the hell was that?
Why are you here?
Because I was invited. You?
Because my husband was invited.
He has business affairs in Berlin. Uh-huh.
It is a bit unexpected, isn't it? It's unusual.
I knew that when you saw me you would come to me
and I realized that is how it always is...
It is a bit unexpected that we were both invited, is it not?
We were invited, both together.
And if they invited us both, then they probably know.
Who knows?
Our American friends.
Ah!
You feel me, don't you? When I break in.
No. No. Yes, you do. You do.
You feel me.
And I could come more often,
but I spare you.
Then spare me.
Hmm.
I went to a doctor.
He took me to a priest who had been in a mission in Africa.
Yes, what he say? He said,
that you visit as animals.
He couldn't even look at me after I told him.
When I left England,
I thought I was mad.
But they told me how to use it. Now it's a gift.
It's the Devil.
Now...
Amongst other things, I am also a doctor.
And I'd say the lady is in danger
of catching more than just a chill out here.
Your half-sister.
Am I right?
You are quite a prize, Mr. Delaney,
quite a prize.
I was told what you did to our first resort.
Opened him up like a bull.
Nice work, huh?
Now, I made no moral judgments
and, besides, Carlsbad said to say you can have her.
You can have her as part of the deal.
Part of our second offering.
So, why don't you just take her.
Just take her with you.
No more hiding.
We can guarantee you safe passage.
Anonymity.
New worlds.
Look, if you don't want to deal with the obstacle,
we can certainly take care of that for you.
Say her husband gets drunk.
No surprise. Falls from a bridge. Something.
Let me just make the point
from an American point of view.
Love is now part of the deal that we are offering
over and above that which is on offer from your countrymen.
Hmm?
I'll leave that with you.
And don't worry how we know so much, hmm?
We just know so much.
I were stowed away from India on the Fairlie.
And I'm full with thirst and the temptations of the Tropics
and I've a great need to ease them.
Oh, yeah!
Pearl's good, isn't she?
Get in. Come on, get in.
Good evening.
I am just a complete stranger plying my wares,
offering the gift of hysteria
before the night is over.
That stranger that you've never met,
is he part of your league of the damned?
Heh. You could at least try.
I'm sorry?
Would you like to dance?
No.
Careful. Careful.
He said a few drops
Okay, okay.
Good. Get back, get back, get back!
Get the saltpeter.
Come on, come on.
Keep moving! Two more.
Come on, keep moving!
All right, it's time to go, go, go, go!
Move! Move!
Get out, go!
You know James Delaney?
No.
What? You mean in the way
that no one really knows James Delaney.
Yes.
I have only not known James for a little while.
But I have the feeling
you've not known him a little longer.
We were children.
Oh.
Thank you.
If I were to have intentions regarding James,
would I need to be wary of you?
No civilized woman would have intentions regarding him.
And you would not need to be wary of me.
We have the same father.
You are in every way an unopened box.
Just when I think it's empty,
I hear a tiger roaring inside it.
I want you to bring the trunk
with my father's belongings tomorrow.
I thought you might have gone.
You mean you waited? For me?
No. I wanted to finish my pipe.
I want you to bring my father's possessions tomorrow,
or our association is finished.
James Delaney? The Countess Musgrove.
I don't dance.
A gentleman called Colonnade told me that you do.
As hostess I thought I would dance the outrageous dance
with an outrageous guest.
Yet I do not dance, madam.
Well, then we shall disappear.
The Countess must go!
Just do as I do and all will be well.
As a rule, I do this trick
with a beautiful woman...
and a chimpanzee.
In the absence of a chimpanzee
a gorilla will have to do.
Please sir, take a deep breath...
and step into the beyond.
One wonders if they will ever be seen again!
I did my research on you.
Genevieve Decoux from New Orleans.
Please, Mr. Delaney, we don't have much time.
Mmm.
You sent the giant to kill me?
The outcome persuaded us you should be courted instead.
Hmm.
What will the gorilla do with the lady one wonders.
Eat her, perhaps?
Oh! Where did they go?
Countess, I know this is business.
And I think I know who you are.
But know this...
I control the timing of this.
At all times your life is in our hands.
As is your name in mine.
Carlsbad.
It seems we have one...
but not the other.
Where is my gorilla?
Get back in there, Lady Musgrove,
and find that hulking gorilla of yours.
I was told you want tea.
Mmm. Uh-huh. A monopoly.
Fanciful, of course.
Mmm.
I want to meet with the embassy in Paris.
Oh, no.
You're assigned to the United States
where someone will kill you.
This time we will be more artful.
Mmm.
You will need to be.
Your own sister... Goodness.
Is he here?
Is he here? Is it him?
Is he real? Why is he here? Is it him? He's here, right?
Why is he here?
You're vile. You fucked her.
He fucked her!
He fucked...
You need some air.
James, please, don't...
"James"?
You call this thing "James"?
You don't call him anything but nigger!
You fucked her.
And you lay your hands on me in my society!
I know I will have my satisfaction.
I declare it!
I challenge James Delaney to a duel.
At dawn. To the death.
To the death.
Do you accept?