The Artful Dodger (2023) s02e01 Episode Script

[man whistles]
[men shouting indistinctly]
[bell ringing]
[footsteps marching]
[rock music playing,
"Song 2" by Blur]
[gate clangs open]
[constable] Come on,
you murdering bastard! Out! Pick up!
Just wait, please.
-[constable] Come on, let's go!
-Wait!
[prisoner 1] Brutish thug!
[prisoner 2] Get your hands off him,
you bastard!
Please. Please! You can't hang me.
I didn't bloody kill Gaines!
[grunts, groans]
[breathes heavily]
-Take him to the noose.
-[Dodger] No! Please. [groans]
Belle, wait! You can't go
into Devil's Elbow.
There's a witness that didn't testify.
It could save him!
[Dodger panting heavily]
-[constable] Calm down!
-[horses whinny]
-[woman] Hey!
-Excuse me. Out of the way!
Watch yourself, miss.
-[man grunts]
-[crowd cheering]
I'm looking for a laundress! Miss Linnet!
[Dodger grunts]
Dr. Jack hangs tomorrow
unless I see Miss Linnet!
I'm her.
[rock music continues playing]
A woman shot Gaines, plain as day.
-Why didn't you testify?
-I tried. Your lot wouldn't listen.
[Fanny] Belle! Belle!
He's hanging today! It's happening early!
Oh, my God. [breathes heavily]
Not yet!
[people clamouring]
[man] It's Jack!
-Dr. Jack!
-Dr. Jack!
[Dodger grunting]
[constable] Come on! Up you go!
Time to meet your maker!
[Dodger grunts]
-Move!
-[woman gasps]
[Belle] Move! Stop! Jack!
No! Stop, please!
You can't! No! No!
[shouting] Stop! Listen to me! Stop!
[crowd gasps]
[somber music playing]
-[rope slices]
-[body thuds]
[gasps]
[crying] What have they done to you?
No.
[gasps]
[breathes heavily]
Find the doctor!
[exhales deeply]
[rock music playing,
"Song 2" by Blur]
Woo-hoo ♪
Woo-hoo ♪
-[Dodger] Thank you.
-[Fagin] It's what a father does.
-Why'd they bring the noose forward?
-[Fagin] I don't know.
-Stop looking back for her. Quick!
-[Bramwell] Move!
Captain Fettiplace has a skiff
under the docks.
Run to the last bollard, jump in,
he'll fish you out,
get you on the ship
when it sails on the London tide.
-I can't leave Belle here.
-She left you in prison.
[pants] Was there really nothing from her?
No letter, no visit?
No, nothing. Just keep going.
I've got a five-fingered errand
to help with the journey.
Just go. Run. Don't look back!
Don't look back.
When I feel heavy metal
Woo-hoo ♪
Oi!
[clamouring]
-[constable 1] Watch it!
-[man grunts]
[constable 1] Don't let him get into
the water!
-Come on! Keep moving!
-He went this way! Come on!
[man grunts]
[constable] Come on, come on.
[Dodger grunts, groans]
-[people gasping]
-[Doger groaning]
-Let me go, I did not do it!
-Shut it!
Inspector Boxer from London.
Here to replace Captain Gaines.
[Dodger panting]
[Boxer] Take the prisoner in hand,
Sergeant.
[man 1] Help! A shark got him!
-[woman screaming]
-[man 1] Get a doctor!
I'm a surgeon. [panting]
Let me help him.
[Bramwell] He's too slippery. He'll run.
-[Dodger] No.
-Wait, Sergeant.
I was a lieutenant on her Majesty's ships.
I give you my word as an officer,
I will not run.
I need to stop this man from bleeding,
or he is dead.
-[woman 1] We need help!
-[woman 2] Get a doctor!
[people shouting indisctinctly]
On your word as an officer.
-[woman 3] All right.
-[man 2] You'll never get it here.
-[Davey shuddering] Me leg!
-[Dodger] Let me through to him.
-[man] It's all right. You can do it.
-[Dodger] Let me through.
-I need a rag.
-[Davey] Oh, God!
-[man 3] He's not gonna make it.
-[Davey wailing in pain]
I can work on him on the way,
he needs a hospital now.
-Commandeer a carriage.
-It's all right. You'll be all right.
[man 1] Look out!
[man 2] Giddy up!
[Dodger] Hurry.
He's losing too much blood.
[Belle] Jack?
[man] Over ya come! Quickly!
Come on now! Over ya come!
[Governor chuckles]
Did I tell you about the time
Dickie and I--
Yes.
-You don't even know what the story is.
-I assure you, I do.
Well, you could be a bit more sporting,
given the circumstances.
What circumstances?
You've made us late to collect him.
After months at sea.
[scoffs] Dickie will be fine.
-[woman screams]
-[people shouting]
[Dodger] Come on. Quickly, we need to
get him to the operating theatre.
[Davey whimpering in pain]
[Lady Jane] Good God! Belle?
-Get hands on his bleed
-[man groaning in pain]
and someone give him morphia.
Thank you.
Shark bite coming in from the docks.
-[patients coughing]
-For goodness sake,
I've only got one pair of hands.
I'll go.
Just on the table there.
You're gonna be all right, be all right.
Thank you, Hetty.
-I'm glad you're not dead.
-[sighs] Not yet. Now
here we go. Now, just breathe.
[Belle panting]
-Stand aside.
-[Bramwell] Don't, sir.
Governor's daughter. She's a meddler.
[panting] Please. It's critical.
Let the lady pass.
[Belle sighs]
[music stops]
-[Dodger] What was that for?
-[Belle] You let me think you were dead!
-You left me in a cell.
-I tried everything.
-I'll fix the genicular arteries.
-I've got the quicker hands.
My fingers are more slender.
Fine.
How did you get free?
Fagin.
-[man] It's Jack!
-[woman] It's Jack!
[people clamouring]
[man 3] It's Jack! It's Jack!
-[gunshots]
-[horse whinnies]
[Dodger grunting]
[gunshots]
[constable 1] We're under attack!
-[constable 2] Who's shelling us?
-[constable 3] Get down!
-[constable 5] Take position!
-[constable 6] Find the culprit!
[breathes heavily, chuckles]
[horse whinnies]
[Fagin] You sure about this?
[Belle] You let another hang for you?
He killed four men.
Cooked them.
He chose this quick death over
a far worse one in Van Diemen's Land.
But you were innocent.
This escape ruins everything.
It makes you a criminal,
and our life together more impossible.
You've got more lives than a cat, Dawkins.
Where are we?
Extensive trauma to the right lower limb.
-We need to debride the damaged tissue--
-No, no. Close him.
-Close? The wound's full of muck.
-Hunter's principle,
-does more damage to probe.
-[Belle] Hunter was wrong.
-We need to rafraîchir the tissue.
-[door opens]
[Sneed] Carbolic acid slows infection.
Rest sloughs out as pus.
-It's in all the literature.
-Not all.
-You'll kill him if you do.
-Please stop.
[gasps] Good God!
Lady Belle!
Dr. Dawkins, do as the head surgeon says.
Are you the new Gaines?
Yes, ma'am. Inspector Henry Boxer,
late of the Metropolitan Police.
-Take the prisoner to the gallows.
-Jack's innocent.
-[Lady Jane] We have heard all this.
-I can prove he didn't kill Gaines.
I have an eyewitness.
If there is new evidence,
the law must hear it.
[pensive music playing]
Not in front of him.
Are we to overrule the court every time
a laundress has an opinion?
She's a human being with eyes.
And what motivation has she to lie?
-Father.
-[Governor] Hmm.
Father, please.
I love him.
Yes, well, I think given the circumstances
Lady Belle raises--
Even if we pardon the murder,
he still escaped from custody.
-That's a hanging crime
-[Belle scoffs]
isn't it, Inspector?
Yes. I fear the law must weigh equally,
no matter the prisoner's friends.
-This is outrageous.
-[door opens]
Just stop.
You can't hang this man.
I am overwhelmed.
I need him in the hospital,
or more will die.
He's no good to us in the ground.
There may be a legal avenue.
Yes, what is it, Boxer?
It's irregular, but there can be
an allowance for parole
if the prisoner is of vital civic value.
He is.
And he must reside with a relative,
his moral guardian.
He has an uncle, Mr. Fagin.
Bramwell told me Mr. Fagin warned him
the prisoner might escape tomorrow.
It's why his sentence was brought forward.
Yes, yes. Sound man, Mr. Fagin. Selfless.
Tell him what I think.
Two years to work in the hospital
under Sneed's supervision
and reside with Mr. Fagin
with Boxer responsible.
Thank you, Mother. Inspector.
But the death sentence's imposed if
Dawkins breaches any terms of his parole,
which include the convict having
no contact with my daughter,
who is not to attend the hospital
or perform surgery illegally.
-No, steady on, dar--
-This is monstrously unjust.
I disagree. These are the terms.
[Belle sighs]
Aren't they, Governor?
Oh, uh Well
-Yes.
-Yes.
[Governor] I-I suppose so.
This is farce! I'm the best surgeon
in this colony.
I saved your daughter's life with
a surgery no one's done before in history,
and you lot, you all turn around
and you take everything from me!
For what? Being good at a toff's job?
Or for falling in love
with one of your own,
and daring to think that
I might be worthy of her?
Jack.
Clean up at Mr. Fagin's, Doctor.
I'll expect you back in an hour.
Get your hands off me.
[exhales deeply]
There's sweat running down
my fundament, Phineas.
-How unfortunate, my lord.
-Mmm.
-Do you think they've forgotten us?
-It's appearing that way, yes.
[Phineas sighs]
How long do we plan to stay
in this cheerily overbaked colony?
Depends how quickly I can woo her.
-[carriage driver] Yeah!
-[carriage rattling]
Ah.
It's smaller than I expected.
[Governor] Roaringly sorry
for being so late for you, Dickie.
I was beginning to think
you didn't want me.
-[chuckles]
-Whatever gave you that impression?
No, quite the opposite, Dicketry.
Outlandishly good to see you again.
Uh Fanny's planning
a tremendous welcome.
Ooh, and I've got the most
extraordinary marmalade for you to try,
just like Dear Cook used to make.
-Dear Cook?
-Yes.
-Do you remember when I put the--
-Mouse in her hat.
-Yes!
-[chuckling] Inspired.
Oh, I'll be right back.
[Dickie] Hmm.
You've gone grey.
-And you look tired.
-Why are you here?
-Can't I visit?
-Oh, you never just visit.
-Have you run out of money?
-[chuckles]
I thought the last thousand
would keep you away.
We're getting older, Janey.
I want to be closer to the ones I love.
-Dickie.
-Hmm?
What do you think?
-Marvelous. [chuckles]
-[chuckles]
Well, there's plenty more
where that came from.
[both laugh]
[Governor] Yes, come, come. Uh,
let me show you this remarkably small
[Fagin laughs]
Glad you're still breathing.
The peelers tell me
you are my new convict servant,
and servants are less useful dead.
Why'd you bring the noose forward, Fagin?
This. I heard there's a toff so rich,
it makes your guts twinge,
who was coming on the tide, so I used
your escape as cover to snatch his cash.
Two pigeons, one pebble.
You bloody serious?
Belle had a witness.
She could've got me a pardon
if you hadn't shoved your bloody snout in.
[Fagin] Pardon?
A bloody pardon? Is your head full of mud?
They'll never let you win. If you do,
they'll twist the rules so you lose again.
I've got nothing left to lose.
You're still alive, ain't ya? This way.
Alive under your thumb, under Sneed's
thumb, under the new peeler's thumb.
Stop your whining. You sound like a little
mouse with its tail trapped in the door.
We've got bigger problems
than your feelings.
-What?
-This bag.
It belongs to the Governor's brother.
I've just escaped two hangings.
Can we avoid a third before lunch?
I was planning for us
to piss off to London with it,
but you chose to play the hero.
So now we're left holding something
Lord Arse-Clench will want back sharpish.
-That's not my problem.
-Yes, it is.
You're my new convict servant,
so unless you fancy a flogging,
you better follow on and do as I say.
Welcome to your new home.
Where you are bound to stay
by a court order.
Just what I look for in accommodation.
Did you buy it off of Darius?
No. Aputi had a word with him
and a bone-saw,
and he saw fit to donate it.
So, I'm living in the premises
of the violent madman
who tried to chop off my hands
and who you've robbed
with my surgical equipment.
In a manner of speaking.
[door creaking]
[Fagin chuckles]
Oh, there's your clobber.
-He will come back for this place.
-No, no, no.
Darius is finished. He's skulking around,
robbing collection plates
as a curate for Crooky the Vicar.
[chuckles] Darius is working
at the church?
He's thieving off it.
But don't fret, he's an empty bowl
of eels and jelly. He's finished.
-Go on then, what's in the bag?
-[grunts]
That's why I need your nimble
pickpocket fingers. It's a
-[lock clicking]
-Oh, uh,
I've got an inkling
it might be, uh, banknotes.
-[lock clicks]
-Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Oh, great, look at that.
Maximum risk, no reward. Well done.
It's letters.
This is not an optimal result.
No, wait a minute.
This is a magnificent result.
This is, in all respects,
a banknote for £20,000.
-No, it bloody isn't. It's a letter.
-Yes, saying he is authorized
to spend 20,000 bits of the Queen's
paper here on investments.
Investments, yeah.
And what have you got to invest in?
-Nothing.
-Off to a brilliant start then, aren't we?
Yet. Yet. I will.
-Belle, are you all right?
-Perfectly fine.
Belle?
I'm concerned we didn't check
the patient's tibial vein high enough.
Jack doesn't know how to debride, so
You can't see him to do surgery?
No. [sighs] But words swim in his eyes,
so I draw him surgery plans
and he saves lives without me.
-Is there anything I can do to help?
-Yes. I need a cadaver.
-Oh, I haven't got one.
-[smacks lips] Pity.
Belle, you've got to talk to me.
Fanny, he let me think he was dead.
-And then he just fled without a word.
-I'm so very sorry.
I told him I'd get him a pardon.
Did you give Mr. Fagin all my letters
to read to Jack?
-Yes, all of them.
-Still, he ran and set fire to our future.
What about "I'm letting you think I'm dead
and then fleeing the colony"?
That's something of a decision.
-It's all right. It'll be all right.
-[exhales deeply]
How?
Uh [sighs]
[stutters] I don't know.
[sighs]
-[door opens]
-I've brought you some tea.
What do you want?
To talk about your medical career.
Why? You just ended it.
Not necessarily.
[sighs]
Did you get the beef and greens
I sent you in prison?
That was you?
-Thank you, Sneed.
-Oh, don't get sentimental.
I had to keep you functional
in case they let you out.
I need these done this morning.
[Dodger] There's at least six
operations here.
Yes. Now, I expect you to arrive on time
and report to me.
-Sneed, are you all right?
-[inhales sharply, grunts]
You're about to collapse. [sighs]
-You need some sleep.
-No. [chuckles]
Yes, well, no chance of that.
We're overrun.
There's only been
one functioning surgeon here. Me.
What about Prof? In a pinch?
[chuckles] Prof's sober,
which somehow makes him worse.
I let him take paying cases so long as
there's no cutting to do.
-Sorry, paying cases?
-Yes, he keeps the dowagers happy.
That's not what I meant.
So, that's why there's two lines,
for the toffs and the actual sick?
Judge it all you like, Dawkins,
but Prof ran the finances into the ground.
And I have to manage my workload.
So, we treat emergencies for charity.
Anything else for those who pay.
[patient coughs]
Anyone who can't pay, I will see you.
-[indistinct chatter]
-Come on in.
[man] Thank you, Doctor.
[Lady Jane] I confess,
until today, I thought
your interest in medicine a fad.
[Belle chuckles] A fad?
I live and breathe it.
Well, I see that.
You were very good today.
Exceptional, even.
And I know what it is
to have one's talents stifled,
even if yours is shockingly unladylike--
What do you want, Mother?
Dawkins trained you, but he cannot
make you the first female doctor. I can.
Society must change, laws be amended,
committees appeased.
Only your family has the power for that.
Here are letters supporting your case
to everyone from the Royal College
of Surgeons to the Prime Minister.
-Thank you, Mother.
-Not yet.
Prepare your examinations
for the next two years
and keep your word not to see him,
and I will send these
backed by the family name.
And if I do see him?
Then the law will hang him
and I'll burn these letters.
You'll never be a doctor.
[sighs]
You can't bear
not being in control, can you?
As you seem unable to control yourself
around him.
Don't be crass.
[Lady Jane] You might not see it,
but I'm doing this because I love you.
[Belle sighs]
I want to be sure
you're discarding your life in society
to grub with cadavers for you
and not for him.
I don't care about society.
And you have that luxury because
your father gives you a life of privilege.
Some of us had to marry it.
-[Belle] I never said I wouldn't marry.
-Good.
Inspector Boxer's widowed
and a surprisingly good family
for a detective.
-I'd only ever marry Jack.
-Do be sensible!
He is a convict without a penny!
Scandal aside, how would you live?
I don't know.
My darling,
early passions can seem like love.
This isn't just a passion.
But a marriage is a partnership
that brings with it
stability, comfort, a home.
[sighs] Can he offer you that?
-I can offer it to him.
-No.
Your wealth and title
is at the will of your father.
You have nothing of your own to give.
And if you won't be maintained
by a suitable husband,
then as an unwed lady of this house,
you will abide by our rules
under our roof.
In your cage.
Well, if it is a cage, darling,
it's a gilded one.
[door opens, closes]
[patients coughing]
He's losing blood from somewhere.
Could you reopen it?
Yes, technically, yes,
but cutting into that kind of trauma
is dangerous.
He could well bleed out.
-Unless
-What?
When I was in the Navy, I heard of
the Americans transfusing blood,
but I've never seen it done before.
It would help replace some of what
he's losing, though.
[Hetty] So how do we do it?
I don't know.
I need Belle.
[patient groaning]
What?
-Jack, this is dangerous.
-What d'you know about blood transfusions?
So, is that what we're here to discuss?
Your shark bite patient?
Not what was said this morning?
You made it clear you didn't want
to see me for the next two years.
[Belle] I'm trying to find us a future.
Hard to believe when you left me
in a cell for months.
They wouldn't let me in.
I did everything I could to help.
So, you don't know anything about
blood transfusions, then?
Blundell tried it in 1818.
Dr. Lane succeeded in 1840.
You'll need a human donor, not a sheep.
Dr. Lower made that mistake,
I see you making it too.
-You'll need Blundell's Gravitator.
-And what does that look like?
Yeah, Tim could make that.
[door opens, closes]
Don't you dare walk off!
-Oh, getting orders now, am I, my lady?
-When you need them.
If he's bleeding inside,
a transfusion will help,
but it's like a cup with a hole.
You need to fix the leak and debride him,
or he'll die of infection.
This is why it's so stupid,
us staying apart.
Why are we even doing it?
So you don't get hanged.
We can do this, Jack.
It's two years.
Then I'll be a doctor,
and we can set up our own clinic,
and work side by side, just us.
We'll earn ourselves a future.
My lot don't get futures.
I nearly died today.
I've spent my whole life dodging death.
I don't have two years, Belle.
I have now, and I love you now.
Then why did you run?
Jack, I was so close
to freeing you honorably. Legally.
I was so close to making my parents see
that you're a man I could marry.
And you proved all their prejudices.
You and Fagin ruined everything--
Fagin? Fagin
saved me from the rope.
You left me in the dark.
[sighs] I didn't.
You knew I planned
to come tomorrow with a pardon.
Didn't Fagin give you my letters?
-What letters, Belle?
-I wrote to you every day.
Fanny passed them to Fagin to read to you.
I told you I expected a pardon.
Fagin didn't give me any letters.
[sighs] My God.
He just said you'd left me.
No, I I would never do that to you.
[sighs] I thought you didn't trust me
to save you.
I thought you left me.
What?
-[Belle sighs]
-I couldn't.
Ever.
Can't we stay together in secret?
I won't be your mistress.
No. No, you'd never be that.
Then what would I be?
My beloved.
I'll help you with the surgery
to save his life.
But I can't promise anything past tonight.
When shall we meet?
I'll send a carriage for you. At 8:00.
[door closes]
-[indistinct shouting]
-Oh, come on, Flashy, shift your cogitals.
As soon as old Dickie twigs
we've nicked his bag--
-I didn't nick it.
-In a manner of speaking, you did.
No, I bloody didn't.
All right, we'll agree to differ.
Look, as far as I can see,
we are left holding
one spicy piece of not so legal provenance
what needs returning
to the Governor's house sharpish.
[chuckles] No, I'm not going back there.
Honestly, you're about as useful
as a wig on a fish.
Aputi.
Have you got any notion of how we might
get Lord Lip-Wobble's bag back?
Sorry, Fagin, but I've got
an important job for Dr. Jack.
What sort of important job?
Picking up Cheekbones in the deadcart.
Oh.
[chuckling] Oh!
Aputi, you towering man of intellect.
-[Aputi] Really?
-No.
If she's sneaking out to see the Dodge,
her room will be unattended
and I can nip in and return Dickie's
trousseau. But I'll need you two--
-You'll pay us our wages soon, won't you?
-It's all right, Flashy.
You know, you're obsessed with money.
It's very unattractive. Now come on.
One bag I need,
and it's the one bag you fail to secure.
So sorry, my lord. I'm sure it'll turn up.
"Turn up"? [scoffs]
What sort of an answer is "turn up"?
Get out of my sight.
[sighs]
[footsteps approaching]
I-I I have a mouse in my wall.
He's, uh, lived there for some time.
[stuttters] Dickie has sweat
in his fundament.
-[both chuckle]
-So, lots in common then.
-Um [clears throat]
-[Phineas chuckles]
[both chuckle]
[breathes deeply]
-[knock on door]
-[Fanny] Belle, are you ready? Dinner.
-Did someone die?
-No. Not yet.
Can you cover for me?
He needs me in surgery.
-[stutters] Are you sure?
-Well, if I don't go, a patient dies.
And if you do, he might.
What happens afterwards?
I don't know.
He's too reckless.
He'll get hanged for a kiss.
Well, that's quite romantic.
And also very bad.
[sighs] Belle, I will always support you,
just please be safe.
You two are like fire and powder,
and I do worry so.
-[Belle sighs]
-[Fanny chuckles]
What shall I tell Mother?
Say I'm unwell.
Oh.
[Fagin grunts]
[Fagin] Oh, hello, Cheekbones.
Don't call me that.
Why didn't you give him my letters?
I could've saved him.
Could've? Might've?
When have you ever pulled off a heist,
ya fancy skirt?
What is your contention with me?
-I do not like you.
-[scoffs]
Well, the feeling's very much mutual.
I don't think you're good enough
for my boy.
-I'm not good enough?
-Oh, there it is.
There it is. You're a toff!
-[Belle scoffs]
-You'll never see him as an equal,
and that boy is worth twice anyone else
and thrice you.
So, no, I do not trust my boy with a lady
who will piss off
when loving him becomes inconvenient.
Fine sentiment.
I didn't abandon him as a child.
No, just as an adult
when things got too prickly!
And there's more to that bloody story
than you know, so get in that coffin.
Absolutely not.
I don't trust you further than
I could push you.
The only way to that surgery
is in that box. Get in.
Uh, excuse me, my lady.
Dr. Jack sent me.
You saved my life once.
I promise, you'll be safe with me.
Flashy, bag.
-[bottle pops open]
-[indistinct conversation]
-[Dickie] Really?
-[Governor] Yeah, the kangaroo.
[indistinct conversation continues]
-Fanny.
-large family.
[Lady Jane] Where is Belle?
Fatigued and resting.
[Dickie] Well, you know what Belle needs
is a spell back in London.
-[stutters] Some culture introduced--
-We'll handle Belle, thank you.
I'll just check she's all right.
[Dickie] Of course,
if the possibility arises.
[Governor] Well
[Dickie] You know, when I head back,
perhaps I could escort her.
[footsteps approaching]
[grunts]
Mr. Fagin!
Yes.
-[Fanny] What are you doing here?
-I have a very good explanation.
There's something suspicious happening,
but I can't put my finger on it.
[Fagin] It's a simple mix-up.
You see, I grabbed your uncle's bag
[chuckes] by mistake,
but, uh, people can rush to judgement,
can't they?
So I brought it back sharpish,
at some inconvenience to meself.
Well, that's very kind.
So, look, put this
in your uncle's room, yes?
But first, if you could just help me out
through this window.
Me knees ain't what they used to be.
-[Fagin grunts]
-[window creaking]
Tibial vein.
-Can you reach it?
-Trying.
No, he's going. [grunts]
Pulse is rapid and thready.
[breathes heavily]
-No, you'll pass out.
-Well, it's the best chance he has.
[breathing heavily]
-Have you got it?
-[Belle] Trying.
-[clicks]
-Got it.
-[Dodger grunts]
-Ligating now.
Ligation's fixed.
-[exhales] Pulse is stabilizing.
-[sighs]
[Belle] Breathing steady.
[breathing deeply]
-Well done
-[sighs]
Doctor.
I'm not a doctor yet.
-[bottle pops open]
-[Dickie and Governor laughing]
[indistinct conversation]
-[shushes, whispering] She's sleeping.
-[whispering] Oh, good.
She needs it after today.
Yes, she's still healing.
I mean, we must all help
to stop her exerting herself.
[Dodger] You know, when I was in prison,
I would often dream your aorta had failed.
You were bleeding out and there was
nothing I could do to help you.
But then I would wake
and that nightmare would stay with me.
I didn't know whether
you were alive or dead.
I'm alive.
Thanks to you.
[whispering] Jack.
[whispering] Please, just
can we not stay in this moment
just a while longer?
I can't get you killed.
[breathes deeply]
We'll find a way.
We'll be careful.
Jack, before I met you,
I lived with death inside me.
Never knowing when it would strike.
And then you came along,
like a bonfire in the night,
and you lit it up with sparks.
You gave me life
and dreams of [breathes deeply]
a future for the first time.
But with them comes a worse fear.
For if I were to die, I wouldn't know it.
But to lose you
[sighs] be condemned to a lifetime
in the dark.
-Belle, we can make this work.
-No.
No, I felt that loss,
for the time I thought you dead today,
and I was crushed by it.
I can't live knowing every touch of mine
could kill you.
I love you.
-I will always love you.
-And I love you.
But we have to say goodbye,
-for two years.
-No, please.
You are reckless with your life, Jack.
I-I won't be the one to take you from
this world, Jack. I love you too much.
[Belle breathes deeply]
Serve your parole, stay safe,
and we'll be together.
Belle. Belle.
Belle, please.
[footsteps receding]
[men cheering, shouting indistinctly]
Oi, Dodger! Don't you come back
from the dead and start causing trouble.
-It's all right, there's no trouble here.
-No, there's trouble, you muck-snipe.
You held back her letters from me.
You lied.
She never abandoned me, did she?
Oh, yeah, that.
You get between us again
and I will cut you.
And not like a surgeon does.
[exhales deeply]
If I hadn't held back them letters,
you'd have been ensorcelled by her toff
nonsense and danced the Tyburn jig.
And that is my job as your dad
to haul your neck back from the noose,
and your girl is one swift ticket
to the noose.
Yeah, well, she's not my girl anymore,
thanks to you and her mother.
Yeah, well, I'd say I'm sorry,
but I'm not.
-I'm just trying to help you, Dodge.
-[Dodge] What? How?
By shoving a knife in my back?
You just literally had a knife
at me throat!
Now just sit down, have a rum,
have a pie--
-I don't want a sodding pie!
-[table thuds]
I want my freedom back!
I want Belle back!
I've worked too hard for this life
to let you come in,
stumble around and shit it up!
Dodger.
Dodge.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Boxer scoffs] I suspect
Lady Belle was with you tonight.
[chuckles]
If I find you with her,
I must impose your sentence.
Do you think you scare me?
I face the Reaper every day and I win.
Until you don't.
I'd watch that leg of yours if I was you.
A badly-set bone
will cut right through the tibial vein
if it were to ever break again.
Bleeds out quick.
Is that a threat?
It's just some medical advice for you.
[theme music playing]