- Papa! - [Iris] Is that Louis' son?
- Yes. - With who?
[Millais] Sylvia. She's his wife.
- [screams]
I want to meet her. - Syl, no, don't!
- [screams] - A failed marriage
is an embarrassment.
But a mad wife is a scandal.
- I can't stay here anymore.
Please don't come for me until I'm ready.
You were right about Louis.
- I'm sorry.
[soft dramatic music]
- A substance for making men insensible.
[both yelling]
- What did Mr. Silas tell you to write about?
- Some girl called Rose, she's been injured.
So that was for the sister, for her to come urgently.
[Evie] Albie!
[horse whinnies]
[person shrieks]
[dramatic eerie music]
[tense music]
[baby cries]
[Silas] "Dear Miss Iris.
"We are not acquainted
"but I write on behalf of your sister, Rose.
"She has suffered an accident.
"Please come urgently to Lumley Court.
A doctor has been called."
- [coughs]
[eerie music]
[whimpers]
[muffled scream]
[muffled screams]
- You must be more careful.
Could've hurt yourself.
- [gasps] - I won't hurt you.
I-I won't hurt you.
I'll get you a fresh one.
I brought you a gift.
Toffees, dipped in chocolate.
From the vendor on the Southbank.
- I remember you.
- Course you do.
They're your favorites.
- How do you know that?
- Sixpence for a dozen.
Very dear. [chuckles]
- No. - You like them.
- [sniffling]
Why have you brought me here?
- Perhaps you've overindulged.
- What are you gonna do to me?
- Too much of a good thing can dull the appetite.
Go on.
- [cries] No...
- Come on.
- [spits]
Let me go.
- I can't. - Please.
Please... - You're-- you're hungry,
and the drugs have addled your brain.
You need sweets.
Eat. - Please...
- Please, eat.
- No.
- Come on. - No!
Let me go! Help me!
[both grunting]
[screams] - Shush! Shush!
- Help me!
- Sh-sh-sh...
Sh-sshhh.
Ah...
- Careful. - Ah.
- I think the bone might be broken.
[Silas groans]
- She's so different.
- Any new relationship has its teething issues.
You just have to be persistent, Silas.
It's a war of attrition more than anything else.
- Persistent.
[rats chittering]
- How long have I been here?
- You must be hungry.
If you let me help you up, I can make you more comfortable.
- How did you make me fall asleep?
- [chuckles] Of course,
I should've known you'd be interested.
I...
[voice echoing] I attend lectures at the University College.
It's a fascinating new drug...
Robert Liston...
An eminent surgeon, yeah, I witnessed
his use of it when performing an amputation....
It's called chloroform.
Man didn't feel a thing.
[chuckles] Isn't that miraculous?
- Well, don't do it again.
- I wanted you to relax.
- If you untie me, I can stand by myself.
- I don't think I can trust you yet.
- You can't trust me?
You tricked me.
You hit me, and you drugged me,
and you've tied me up...
- I'll explain everything. If, if you just...
Let me help you.
[Iris whimpers]
You are heavier than I imagined.
- Perhaps you're just weaker than you thought.
- [chuckles]
- Water.
[loud slurping]
- You're spilling.
I only brought the finest examples down here.
For you,
my favorite.
My best piece is still on display
at the Great Exhibition.
My collection,
it will be famous one day.
- I look forward to seeing it one day.
- Why didn't you come?
- You sent me the ticket.
- You should have come.
[urine dripping]
- [whimpering]
- Oh, no. - [sobbing]
- You, you should have said.
I...
I would've brought you something
for you to... use.
- No, no, you promised you wouldn't...
- It's just for the smell.
It's lavender.
Sorry, that was...
I'll bring you a chamber pot,
for next time.
That was negligent of me.
- Next time?
How long are you going to keep me here?
You're going to kill me...
[sobbing] You're going to kill me.
- How can you think that?
I...
I've been lonely, that's all.
If Louis Frost, if he hadn't...
taken you, and...
- He'll come looking for me.
- No, he won't.
- He's in love with me.
- Louis Frost doesn't know what love is,
apart from love of himself.
I don't, I don't...
want to talk about him.
- Why do you kill these things?
- No, it's...
it's not about ending life.
It's about preserving it.
This way they last forever.
Isn't that beautiful?
I hope one day you come to understand.
They mean something to me.
Every single one.
- What do I mean to you?
- You're my friend.
When I was younger, I...
nobody wanted to be my friend.
I was so alone. [chuckles]
My mother, she was the worst.
She, she didn't understand me.
She never even tried to understand me.
[suspenseful music]
These, these animals,
these bones and bodies,
I find them in the woods.
They were my escape.
- I'd...
I'd-- I'd like to be able to see them.
- Let me tell you about Flick.
She was the person you reminded me of
when I first met you.
- Please untie me so I can,
so I can admire them.
I only want to look.
[chuckles]
It would be interesting for me to see them up close.
To examine them, um...
as a fellow artist.
You see, I've, I've worked with taxidermy before,
but never pieces as fine as this.
Did you know I'm a painter?
- Of course.
Of course I know.
- I promise I won't do anything,
I promise.
[exhales raggedly]
Please.
Thank you, thank you.
Ah...
Mightn't you help me up?
Thank you.
- Flick wanted to be my friend.
It was so obvious.
Children can be awful.
And she was so easily swayed.
But when we were alone,
it was different.
I was heartbroken when she disappeared.
It was around the time that we went blackberry picking.
I...
sometimes I think it was her father.
He was a terrible man.
He used to...
beat her.
[dramatic music]
[echoed yelling]
Sometimes I think I see her.
I'd like to imagine she escaped that town too.
You found her.
They all have stories,
like I was telling you.
- Just wanted to bring it into the light.
- Let me show you. - Hm.
- If you look at the detail.
If you look close--
[both struggling]
- [screams] Help!
[panting]
[screams]
[muffled screams]
- [sobs]
[clock chimes]
[rat chittering]
[intriguing music]
- It has only been a few days and I already feel like
I can't bear it a second longer.
- So beg her to return.
- I promised to leave her alone.
- Since when has a promise ever stopped you?
- She's staying with her sister.
She was adamant.
I need to be patient,
or I'll spoil any hope of ever getting her back.
- Oh, for God's sake, man.
You've got to fight for the woman you love.
[Louis] I thought you'd reconciled.
[Rose] We did.
She told me she was going to come back,
but she never returned.
- When? - A few days ago.
Or has it been a week?
I thought, perhaps, that things had changed,
that she'd gone away with you instead.
Then where is she?
[Ananya] I haven't seen her in a few days.
Or has it been a week?
Time is slippery.
[Rose] All her things are still here.
Wait.
It's addressed to Iris.
It says that I had an accident.
- Is any of this true? - Not a word.
It tells her to go to Lumley Court.
Do you know where that is?
- [groans softly]
- Silas, I know she-- where is she?
- [Iris] Louis! - Iris!
[footsteps approaching]
Iris... - [Iris] Louis, I'm down here.
I'm here!
- Hold onto me. Hold onto me.
[dramatic atmospheric music]
- [groans]
[rat chittering]
[groans]
[footsteps falling]
- How's your head?
I need you to write a letter.
I'll dictate.
"Dear Louis..."
Write it. "Dear Louis..."
- You write it.
- It has to be you.
Exactly as I say.
"Dear Louis...
"Our love affair has soured.
"I have little to say
"except farewell.
"I only ask that you respect my wishes,
"that you do not try to find me.
Iris."
This isn't what I told you to write.
This, this should say "Louis".
This, just "Iris."
Nothing else.
- Is that not what it says?
- "Dear...
dear... dear..."
[muttering]
Are you making fun of me?
- No.
- Yeah, "Dear G-gwee..."
- Guigemar, that's what I call him.
That's my name for him.
If I'd have written anything else,
he'd have known it wasn't from me.
- Are you trying to trick me? - He calls me his queen,
like his painting in the Royal Academy.
You can go and see it for yourself.
- [scoffs]
I had no idea you were capable
of such deceit.
- Deceit.
- I only wanted you to love me.
- You're deluded.
You're a deluded devil of a man...
- Be quiet!
- Pathetic! - Be quiet!
- If you're going to kill me, I'd rather you just get on with it.
[spits]
- Why would you say that?
[rat chittering]
[ominous music]
Hello, little one.
[Flick] You had no friends,
and still you don't.
Your own mother despised you.
And you think that's anyone's fault but your own?
[Flick laughs]
- Tell me what happened to Flick.
- Weren't you listening?
She disappeared.
- I don't think that's what happened.
- A very long time ago.
Last I remember of her
is when we went blackberry picking.
- I didn't want to walk with him.
I would never have gone if we were in front of anyone else.
Or if I wasn't so hungry.
He told me there was so much fruit in this place he'd found.
Wild strawberries and plum trees.
So many apples, the ground would get mushy
with the ones just left to rot.
He told me he'd take me there,
to this secret part of the woods.
But there was only blackberries.
There's a gap in between.
I don't remember.
- There's a gap in between.
I don't remember.
- [breathing shakily]
[rat chitters]
[screams]
[low heartbeat]
I think this was my heart.
- Please let me go.
Please let me go.
[bell jingles]
Help! Help!
- Shut up! Shut up!
- [muffled scream]
- Sh-sh-sh-sh...
[bell ringing]
[knocking]
[knocking continues]
Just a second.
Mr. Frost.
- Iris Whittle.
You know who I'm talking about.
She's been missing for a week.
- How-- how bizarre.
But I, I don't see what I have to do with it.
- Albie said he was afraid of you.
- I find that difficult to believe.
- And he said he thought you were following her.
That you were obsessed with her.
- And you came into the doll shop,
pretending to be him.
- You're mistaken, I...
- You won't mind if we take a look around then?
- Of course.
[suspenseful music]
How strange.
Albie...
he'd do anything for a coin.
Imagine he begged you for a penny in return for this tip.
And clearly it was nothing but a load of nonsense.
- You have to scream.
Scream.
Scream now.
Come on. Come on.
- [muffled scream]
- Oh, do you hear that?
- What's that, Miss Rose?
- What?
- [muffled scream]
- Keep screaming.
- That.
There.
- Children next door keep a litter of kittens in a box.
You can often hear them.
Barbaric.
[both screaming]
I have no desire to be dragged into this disagreement
between you, Mr. Frost.
- Disagreement?
How would you know about any disagreement between us two?
- All I know is that disappearing
is in Iris's nature.
- Her nature?
What would you know about her nature?
- This letter she wrote me when she...
broke off our affair.
You must recognize the handwriting.
- Um...
ye-- that-- that is her hand.
- She discarded me, as easily as an apple core.
- No, she wouldn't-- - Would she not?
She discarded you easily enough, didn't she?
Her own sister?
I suppose it's your turn to be abandoned,
Mr. Frost.
A novel experience for you, I'm sure.
You have my sympathy.
- Again, keep screaming.
Come on.
- [sobs]
- I'll let you know if I hear from her.
[footsteps echo]
But I don't expect to.
- I don't care about anything you've said.
I am going to find her.
- Course you will.
- You are entirely irrelevant.
[door closes]
[dramatic atmospheric music]
[lock clicks]
- [laughs]
You're a beauty, my queen.
But what about your fiery locks?
- Do you mind, my queen?
[scissors snip]
[ominous music]
- [breathing deeply]
[muffled scream]
[hyperventilating]
- Ugh.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Ah.
You're injured.
You're bleeding.
I don't know how, but...
- [muffled laughter]
- Sh, sh.
If you let me,
I can help you.
[Iris laughs]
- You...
- What?
- You are a fucking moron.
- Iris...
I thought that of all of them,
you'd be different.
But now I realize you're just like the rest.
- I need food and water.
Bring me some water!
[sobbing] Please!
Do you hear me?
[door slams]
[eerie music]
- [choking]
- No. No...
- Use the chair.
- [grunting]
- Again!
Again!
- Agh!
[wood snaps]
[panting]
[soft dramatic music]
[Albie] Miss Iris...
- Albie?
- I tried to save you.
[voices echoing] - It's not your fault.
- I knew he was a bad man.
- I promise you, Albie...
- Iris.
- ...We're gonna get out.
There's so much I need to do.
- Dead or alive?
- [humming]
- [gasps]
[footsteps falling]
- [continues humming]
- Don't you dare give up.
[tender music]
- My love.
- [mumbles indistinctly]
Have you come to save me?
- You shouldn't be banished to a cellar.
Guinevere has built a palace for you.
- It's so beautiful.
- I want to keep you here, forever.
I have to paint you.
You must be my queen.
I love you.
- I love you so much.
I was waiting for you.
- Wake up, Iris.
Wake up.
- Wake up!
Wake up.
[tense music]
[rat chitters]
- [humming]
[knocking at door]
[muffled knocks]
[person] Mr. Reed, could you open up please?
[knocking continues]
- Just a moment.
Coming now.
- Do you mind?
- Of course not.
- I'm here about Jane Simmonds.
- Who? - Bluebell.
- Oh, sure.
I heard she was out of her wits on opium or gin.
- Yes, that is what we've been led to believe.
- Her feather was found in your workshop.
The pink feather she used to wear in her hair.
- Madam, if you could please leave the conversation...
- A feather? What is this nonsense?
I can assure you that this woman
has never visited my apartment.
- It was Albie.
- Who's that?
- Dear sweet little boy that used to work for him.
- Ah, only small jobs on occasion.
- And where is this Albie now?
- Dead.
- She'll be accusing me of the boy's death next
as well as the prostitute's.
- Caught under the wheels of a cart.
- Well, no mystery there, then.
- I'm sorry you're grieving, Madam,
but dragging me into this mire when it's clearly...
[overlapping shouting]
- Bastard!
- It's the gin, it can pickle a brain
to hysteria if taken too often.
- I will not rest until I see you dancing in the air
with all the city watching.
- Alright, apologies for the disruption.
- It's quite alright.
[door closes]
[tense music]
[gasps] - [yells]
[both grunting and panting]
- Agh!
[muffled shouting]
- [grunting] - [hyperventilating]
[gasping]
- [screaming]
[sobbing]
[screams]
[squelching]
[panting]
[bell rings]
[indistinct chatter]
[horse neighs]
[bell tolling]
[intriguing, dynamic music]
[bell tolls]
[indistinct chatter]
[applause]
- I'm so proud of you.
[music swells]