The Artful Dodger (2023) s02e04 Episode Script

[pleasant guitar music playing,
Spiderbait "Calypso"]
Sunshine on my window ♪
Makes me happy ♪
Like I should be ♪
-[grunts]
-[punk rock music plays]
Outside
All around me ♪
Christ on a two-headed dog.
Is that the time?
Dodger?
Dodger!
Don't tell me
You can't see ♪
What it means to me
Me, me, me ♪
-Where the bloody hell's Dodger?
-[music fades out]
Dunno. He didn't come home last night.
Fancy skirt.
If I had a quid for every time
that girl snags up
the vital business of crime
You reach me them boots
and get me a crumpet before I start
spewing violent implications.
No.
What do you mean, no?
I don't pay you to say no.
You don't pay me at all.
Me and Flashy haven't had a coin
in a month.
Aputi.
You slice the liver from me bone.
I am building an empire.
There's always a clogged shigs pipe
at the start!
Sorry, Fagin,
but Flashy and I can't live on promises.
No pay, no work.
We formed a union.
Tofa, Fagin.
[shouts] Dodger!
-[tense music playing]
-Come on, Mr Buck.
Come on. What happened, Hetty?
After surgery,
he started losing consciousness.
Now, his pulse is thready.
He must be bleeding.
Tim, help me turn him.
Ready? One, two, three.
[Tim grunts]
[Dodger] No,
the surgical wound looks clear.
-Must be bleeding internally.
-Can we reopen?
No, it's too late.
Uh
Syringe.
-Now.
-[Hetty] Stay with us, Mr Buck.
-[raspy breathing]
-Stay with us.
He's stopped breathing.
Come on!
-Come on!
-[Hetty pants]
-Mr Buck?
-[tapping shoulder]
Come on.
Come on.
[sighs] Come on, come on.
-Jack, he's gone.
-[exhales]
[Dodger sighs in despair]
[sombre music playing]
You all right?
No.
No, I'm sorry.
It's this damned internal bleeding.
See, we fix these things and then
they bleed out [sighs]
internally, where I can't see them,
where I can't get to them in time and I
[sighs] I'm terrified, Tim.
What if the ligation
around Belle's aorta fails?
[breathing heavily]
Come on.
There's something I've been working on.
[shudders]
-[footsteps approaching]
-[gasps]
Phineas?
[footsteps receding]
[grunts in frustration]
[footsteps pacing]
What?
This is the third morning you've woken me
with your constant pacing!
Sorry.
-Can't sleep.
-[Fanny] Neither can I.
All your thumping about
gives me nightmares of ghosts
breaking out of coffins.
-Fanny, what are you eating before bed?
-Doesn't matter, just stop.
I can't stand not being in the hospital.
-I'm wasting my time.
-Well, waste it more quietly.
-Forgive me.
-[scoffs]
[Belle] Fanny, are you all right?
[breathing heavily]
No.
[softly] Because I killed him.
[opening theme music playing]
Tell the French consul to attend at 10:00,
the Colonial architect at 11:00.
My husband wants
the trade reports by 4:00,
and for the love of goodness,
I thought he told the Belgians to desist.
Reiterate it less politely.
[butler] Yes, milady.
Mmm. There you are.
You're very busy before the house wakes.
Always fluttering about
with government papers.
I don't flutter, I govern.
[Dickie] And yet,
you are not the Governor of Port Victory,
are you?
My brother is.
Our marriage is not your concern.
Oh, but it is.
You see, no matter what you think of me,
I'm still an influential man
in Westminster.
Oh.
Did being dismissed
from your last three posts achieve that?
[laughs] The fortunes
of great men ebb and flow.
How would you know?
You should be kinder to me, Janey,
because I could tell
the Secretary of State
that a woman is running Port Victory.
-[scoffs]
-Or trying to.
I suppose you're angling
for Edmund's position.
Broke again?
Oh, I'm not here for money.
I want to get to know the girls.
Particularly Belle.
And I want to spend more time with you.
[Tim] It's called a galvanocautery.
Beats using a red-hot poker
to stop the bleeding.
That is magnificent, Tim.
I could cauterise even the smallest veins
with this.
Could have saved Mr Buck, maybe.
Could have done a better job
with Belle's surgery.
You did a good job. She's fine.
Yeah, for now.
[Tim] Look.
Belle's strong,
and you stitched her up good, Jack.
Hmm?
Thank you.
Come on then, show me how this works.
[exhales]
[mechanism clicks, trilling]
[yawning]
Oh! Tremendous! Kippers.
They always lighten the spirits.
Allow me to lighten them further.
Janey here has just invited me
to stay for the year.
-I absolutely--
-Oh, woof!
-Woof woof!
-[both laugh]
Oh! Thank you, darling.
What a shame Phineas isn't here
to share in the moment.
Er, can we not talk of Phineas?
Yes, poor show of him
to disappear in such a hurry.
Yes, selfish, really,
but I seek to be the opposite.
So I thought I might assist you
with some of the more
complex matters of state, Edmundian.
-Tremendous idea.
-[Dickie] Hmm.
It saves Janey from all the paperwork.
I mean, she's tireless,
beavering away at the little details
while I set the grand strategy.
Little details?
[stuttering] Well,
in a manner of speaking.
You'll get them all fishy, darling.
Well, I'm sure you don't need
my assistance with the little details
if Dickie's helping you.
I'll be in my garden.
Steady on. [stuttering]
What about
[snaps finger] whatever's
happening today?
The sewers by Devil's Elbow don't work
because your grand strategy
approved the wrong plans last year.
And you've an audience
with the French Consul,
who want you to shift
to the metric system.
-Oh, God, I can't stand the French.
-No.
Good. Then you'll enjoy the opening
of the French Cultural Exchange
with the Port Victory
Metrological Society,
where the much-vaunted metre of platinum
is on display.
His Excellency, the French Consul.
Just in time. Have a lovely day.
Mesdames, Messieurs.
It is a product of rationalism,
enlightenment.
The greatest advances
of revolutionary France.
Once you stopped killing chaps.
[laughs]
A precious bar of platinum,
precisely calculated
to one-ten millionth of the distance
between the equator and the North Pole.
[in French] Le mètre.
[in English] No,
but the Imperial system's solid, sensible.
[Governor] British.
Based on
[sighs softly] Oh.
something to do with ploughing.
-Roods, isn't it?
-[scoffs]
It is based off the
little stick
which burned in the fire.
And now, you have a new little stick.
But you could have platinum,
the hardest metal in the world.
No, it's not something
to bother Whitehall with.
The French government can't produce
anything more than lechery and chaos.
[chuckles softly] Although
your fizzy grape juice is quite good.
Granted.
[sighs]
[equipment whirring]
[crackles]
[sighing] It's close.
We need a stable, heated electrode.
I'm not sure what metal works best yet.
Copper's not holding the current.
But when we find a metal that does--
We'll stop internal bleeding
before it even starts.
Come on, let's go again.
Have you tried any other metals?
[Tim] Iron. Brass.
But maybe a heavier metal
will hold the current.
-[sheep bleating]
-[indistinct chatter]
No scratching.
You hear me?
Hello. I'm Lady Belle.
No.
I can assure you I am. [chuckles]
Yeah, you're not wanted.
No, I'm medically trained. I could--
Hands up, anyone, if this one's father
had hung someone you know.
Now, piss off, Princess.
You're doing more harm than good.
[strained breathing]
[suspenseful music playing]
Flashy! How you been? You well?
-Sorry, Fagin, can't talk.
-Yes, I know, the union.
Listen. I've got cash coming in today
and I can pay your wages.
And there's toffs down the Bagpipes
just waiting to be plucked.
You mean those toffs?
Wait there.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
where are you going?
You ain't even seen me glorious maps yet.
Lady Fanny said you were serious,
but we're told there's no
Fagin & Son land office
and no bloody land!
[chuckling] Who told you that?
The woman in the pub.
Rotty!
You moth-eaten coat of a woman!
-[indistinct chatter, laughter]
-[door opens, closes]
-Rotty!
-[man grunts]
My bloody investors.
My bloody pub!
This ain't your office, Fagin.
I pay for the rent, booze,
and the girls you're using
to woo them toffs.
I'll grow another head
before you've paid the tab.
I'll
-I'll pay you.
-[Rotty] All right.
Forty-seven pound.
Yeah soon.
If you ain't got the cash,
I need a share. Now.
You cut me into that land scam,
or scuttle off.
Has nobody got any vision?
-All right, five percent.
-Fifty.
Oh, don't make me cackle!
All right, we'll compromise.
Forty-nine.
Rotty!
Rotty!
[Bramwell] Another bloody alibi.
[Boxer] It was never going to be
the butcher.
The wound pattern's wrong.
I seem to have questioned everybody,
we're no closer to a firm case on Dawkins.
Sneed and Nurse Baggett are accounted for,
the Professor has delirium--
What about Lady Belle, sir?
What about her?
She's surgically trained.
Hangs about with criminals.
No.
-Don't get carried away by your feelings--
-My what, Sergeant?
Your faith in people, sir.
I believe innate goodness rests in people
until proven otherwise.
Especially her.
I think we've all got snakes
in our souls even her.
[officer] Inspector Boxer.
Another woman's body, same wounds.
And same blue stitching.
-Where?
-Sir.
-Twenty-six percent.
-Thirty percent.
-Twenty-eight percent.
-Twenty-nine percent!
You'd make a stuffed bird laugh!
Well, you best get
your crumpets and vinegar elsewhere.
[footsteps approaching]
I'm here to see Mr Fagin.
That's not a brandy glass.
That's not brandy.
[spits] Good God!
-It's piratically vile!
-[Fagin] Oh.
I'll, uh tell Rotty.
She'll appreciate that.
How can I help?
[stutters] Well, I didn't know
who else to talk to
about being a
m-u-r-d-e-r-e-r.
-Oh, a murderer?
-[shushes]
-Don't worry about that.
-Don't worry?
Each moment, I expect
to be arrested, hanged or haunted.
-I'm a walking outcast from society.
-Yeah, all that's true.
Well, that's hardly comforting.
No, but it is, you see, because
you've got a new society now.
We accept all sorts around here.
Cutpurses, swindlers, murderers.
Even toffs,
if they're good sorts, which you are.
What?
Aside from being decent company
for a toff,
you are a criminal of a natural talent
I ain't seen since Dodger was a lad.
Really?
Lot of respect for you down here
at the Cat and Bag.
They're not
going to find his body, are they?
Don't fret your eyelids.
No one finds a thing
once Norbert Fagin has disappeared it.
[softly] Oh, Mr Fagin!
Thank you!
It's just what I do.
[chuckles]
Would it be helpful for you to know
about a metre-long bar of platinum?
Very helpful indeed, milady.
-[indistinct chatter]
-[strained breathing]
-Sorry.
-Milady, can I walk with you?
[sighs] I can't very well stop you.
Milady, we found
another woman's body in these slums.
My God.
So, I really must insist
you stay out of Devil's Elbow.
Inspector, I'm the Governor's daughter.
Nobody insists with me.
-Forgive me for saying, but--
-You don't need to apologise so much.
I promise I'm hard to offend.
Civility is simply my way.
Hiding your grief?
Your deductive mind is remarkable.
-For a woman?
-I didn't say that.
Hmm.
If my Sergeant had half your skill,
I'd be much closer to finding my culprit.
[Belle] Hmm.
Well then, who do you suspect?
If you're allowed to say.
The killer is surgically trained,
but perhaps not a doctor.
Cunning.
Able to mask their tracks
with the crowds churning the muddy roads.
And obsessive.
Aren't we all?
Forgive my boldness
but may I call on you again?
[soft music playing]
People with minds like ours are lonely,
I think.
I am.
But around you, I feel in company.
Please forget I mentioned anything.
My life is complex.
As is mine.
But if you ever wish to share
in our complexities, please know
how very much I admire you.
[door opens]
[Dodger] I can't stop my patients
from bleeding out internally.
Well, start by not hacking them open.
Here.
-I've got a bone to pick with you.
-[groans]
You're me convict servant,
and you ain't brought me breakfast
in three days.
I'm so sorry, Fagin.
See, I've been a little bit busy
trying to save lives.
Can you give us a shilling for some food?
I'm starving.
[coin clattering]
When your hobby pays, I'll respect it.
Till then, we've got real work to do.
Our family business
has got no shigs, no staff
no investors.
That's not much of a business then, is it?
Oh, stop being so pernickety.
Look, I don't want you getting
any long-term ideas
about this Fagin & Son thing.
I'm only doing this to get free,
and to get enough shigs
to set me and Belle up.
Well, I'm in it to help you.
Also, I like robbing people together,
so forgive me if that's a sin.
Well, that is.
Can we talk about this later?
I I haven't slept in two days.
I am tired, I need a rest, I need a wash,
and I need some food.
You won't want to get your meat hooks
on a metre of platinum, then?
A metre of what?
Platinum.
Worth more than gold.
Heaviest metal in the world.
That's exactly what Tim and I need.
Yeah, well,
Tim can have a share if he helps.
-Where's this platinum?
-Very nearly in our hands.
It's at the French Consul's knees-up
for the measurement toffs
at the Blue Dragon.
Normally, nicking it from there
would be as tricky
as trying to peel a parrot with a spoon,
but I've got a new recruit
and one with a key to every lock in town.
Lady Fanny.
[tense music playing]
No.
No, no, no, I'm not having you
rope in Lady Belle's little sister
in your life of crime.
It's too late.
It's her idea
and she's keen as a bucket of mustard.
Yes.
So are we bagging
a glittery bar of plum metal or not?
-What's your plan?
-Bread.
-Bread?
-Bread.
[strained breathing]
-[urchin] Over here!
-Excuse me.
Hello?
[yelps, gasps]
-Why are you following me?
-[Belle] Please
[pants] I don't
mean you any harm. I just
I saw you in pain and want to help.
Orla. Steady on.
Sorry, Your Majesty.
[breathing heavily]
[groans, strained breathing]
[Belle] Is the pain in your back?
Stomach?
-Spine?
-Old man at the hospital says,
I got women's issues,
but the pain's worse.
May I examine you?
[sighs softly] She won't hurt ya.
[strained breathing]
Expansive mass in the upper gastro.
[heart thumping]
Blood's rushing wrong.
What is it? Is it serious?
-Yes, it's critical.
-[sighs]
You have an aortic aneurysm.
Different words, Princess.
The blood is stuck here,
and it's pushing out your aorta, right?
Soon it'll burst.
-You need surgery.
-No, I'm not being cut.
-It's the only way to fix it.
-And how do you know it's going to work?
-Because they did it to me, right?
-[shudders]
And I invented the surgery that saved me.
Alinta?
[Alinta shushes] It's okay, my girl.
I know you're scared, and I understand.
But I really don't think
you have much choice.
Be brave.
[men scratching itches]
[Hetty] It hurts when you pass water?
-How'd you know?
-Wild guess,
-based on every other sailor here.
-[Belle] Nurse Baggett.
What are you doing here, milady?
It's forbidden.
I need Jack, and it's urgent.
But you won't pay the price for consorting
if we're discovered. I will. Jack will.
-Milady--
-Please.
-[strained breathing]
-She has an aortic aneurysm.
You know Sneed will turn her away.
Yes.
Thank you.
Right, every man with a problematic
nether region, that way to Dr Sneed.
[sailor] Okay, that's me.
Come along, men.
Find Dr Dawkins immediately.
-[indistinct conversation]
-[dramatic music playing]
What's all this?
I am not having these pestilent sailors
waggle their todgers at my girls.
-There must be 20 men here.
-Good luck!
Hetty. Really?
-[sighing] Delightful.
-[sailor] How long's this gonna take?
[indistinct conversation]
[lively French song playing,
Baby et Lulu "Cette Nuit"]
[Dickie] Gosh, this is great.
Yes, yes, well, they always are.
-Chin.
-Chin.
-[speaking indistinctly]
-It's wondrously shiny.
C'est pas facile de vous avouer
en cet instant ♪
-[clinking]
-[music fades out]
Mesdames et Messieurs
it is my obligation
to allow the Governor to, uh
inaugurate this cultural exchange
between the Port Victory
Metrological Society
and La République of France.
[all applauding]
My remarks.
What remarks?
Janey writes them for me
and pops them in my pocket.
Oh, just make it up.
I'm not good at making it up!
[exclaims]
Hello.
Uh, or bonjour, as they say.
[all laughing]
It is I, your Gouverneur.
[chuckles nervously]
So to speak.
-[Belle] Where's Jack?
-I can't find him.
[sighing] I need him now.
She's getting worse.
With her pain levels,
she's close to aortic rupture.
[yelps, screams]
-We need to do it ourselves.
-Milady, that's madness.
I've been on that table.
We have to act now to give her any chance.
[straining, grunting]
No more time. She's rupturing!
-Orla?
-[strained breathing]
We'll get you on the table now.
Lady Belle, if they find us in here
-[groaning]
-Orla.
I'll block the door.
This is Nurse Baggett.
We're going to be operating today.
-[strained breathing]
-All right. Lay you down now.
We're going to give you ether
to take the pain.
Orla, look, I know you're frightened,
but I promise you I will fix your ailment.
[shuddering]
[Belle] You're all right,
you won't feel a thing.
[solemn music playing]
[laboured breathing]
-Ready?
-Proceed.
[Hetty] You're sure about this?
[Belle] If we don't do this, she will die.
[Dodger] Are you sure
Fanny's ready for this, Fagin?
'Cause this whole ridiculous scheme
of yours relies on her coming through.
Don't fret. Fanny's sound as a bell.
I can feel it in me earlobes.
Oh, well, that is a relief.
Also, you do realise
that platinum is bloody heavy.
Shut your jam-hole, Dodge!
I was nicking precious metals
before you could squall for milk.
Are you sure
you want this bloody platinum or not?
If we get noosed for this,
I will personally
shove you off the gallows first.
The secret to growing good marrows
is to simply give them enough manure.
What is it in French?
-[in French] Merde.
-[Governor] Merde. [in English] Thank you.
Yes.
People don't devote enough time to it
but I didn't win the 374th
Shropshire Agricultural Show
with under-manured marrows.
[chuckles nervously]
Nor without a way to measure their size.
Which is why I so admire the-- Oh, dear.
-Oh, dear.
-[man] Whatever the--
-[people exclaiming]
-Watch yourself.
[woman] Bloody hell!
-Bonjour, bonjour, messieurs et mesdames.
-Jesus, child in heaven.
-God, what is this tradesman doing here?
-No, Father, that's dear Mr Fagin.
Oh, no, no, it's all right, Dickie.
Mr Fagin's coarse but sound.
Merci, merci.
Now, wounded as I was, not to be invited
as a proprietor
of Fagin & Son Land Company,
and a great admirer
of all things metrical,
I would like to express
my jubilose appreciation
for the French people
with this customary gift of breads.
-So, who's peckish?
-[woman exclaims]
Oh, I'll have some Mr Fagin.
It looks lovely.
-Ladies first.
-[Governor] Yes!
-There you go.
-[Farmond] Sir,
I really must ask you to leave--
Boney Petite, yes, yes. Pardon--
[all exclaiming]
Pardonnez-moi. I'll get that.
[all groaning]
[Fagin] Hold on, let me get that.
-[Governor] Oh, dear!
-[Fagin] Excuse me. Sorry
A wrinkle in the proceedings
I'm so sorry. Tim, will you
-Sorry, he's a little drunk.
-[Governor] Take care, Fanny.
I must insist
that you leave this place at once.
-It's all right--
-Leave--
Don't get yourself in a flap.
There's no harm meant or done.
I'm just trying to help
celebrate this glorious occasion.
It's like my old grandmother used to say.
There's no use crying
when you've spilt a lot of gorgeous bread
all over the floor.
-Please--
-A remarkable woman.
She had all her own teeth,
not in her mouth, obviously.
-She kept them in a tin in the attic.
-Right, Uncle.
-Come on.
-Yes, yes. Oh, allow me to get this.
-Why do I ever--
-No, no, no. You've done enough damage.
[Fagin] All right.
Apologies, your worship.
In my overexuberance, I may have, uh
had a few too much
of the old Blue Dragon cognac
and, you know,
overstayed me welcome.
Tout de suite!
-Come on, let's go. Come on.
-[Governor] Oh, bravo.
[Dodger] Bloody good replica, Tim.
I think they bought it.
And now, before I declare this event open,
let's, uh
put this fellow back on his plinth.
Ah! I hear the metre is quite heavy.
It took four men to lift.
Four Frenchmen. [laughs]
-Er, Edders--
-No. It's all right, Dicketry.
[Governor straining] Oh!
-[grunts]
-[all cheering]
Impossible!
Seems to me the French
don't get enough beef.
-[all laughing]
-This is a fake! It cannot be so light.
[Governor] What?
The The platinum has been stolen.
What? No, nonsense.
It's been here the whole damn time.
No, it's just shoddy French workmanship.
-It's probably not even real platinum.
-Yeah.
I expect you're trying to pass off a fake.
This This is an outrage!
There has been a robbery!
Well, stuff and poppycock!
-Yes!
-To you sir!
-[exhales]
-[suspenseful music playing]
Inserting the ligation loop now.
[sighs softly]
[mumbles indistinctly]
[tool snips]
Problem?
Ligation tool's snagged.
Well, can you draw it out slowly?
-No, it's stuck.
-Oh.
If it's in the aorta, she'll bleed out
if I tug on it. [breathes shakily]
I can't hold these arteries much longer.
What do you need me to do, Doctor?
Doctor?
[sighing] Doctor?
[voice shaking] I don't know.
I don't know. Here.
I should never have
Where are you going?
Lady Belle!
Where are you going?
-[shuddering]
-[solemn music playing]
[whimpers]
[breathing heavily]
What the devil's going on?
-Why are you here?
-I made a terrible mistake.
Please help me. Please!
Good Christ!
Lady Belle!
Um
I think
-What's your plan?
-I'm sorry,
-I didn't mean for this to happen--
-Keep your head.
-What's your plan?
-[Belle] Um
I need you to free the tool
so I can get the ligation secured.
I'm worried it's hooked in the aorta.
-Well, find out.
-[shudders]
-Go ahead.
-[breathing heavily]
Your patient.
[softly] Okay. I'm sorry.
-[exhaling]
-[tense music plays]
[Tim] Bloody hell.
[Dodger] It's all right,
we'll just wait for them to pass.
Oi, that's me special bread!
-Fagin, you pillock!
-She just nicked it in broad daylight.
-[Dodger] As opposed to what we did?
-Oi, get back!
It's unacceptable!
-[whistle blowing]
-Great! Now what?
See, this is what happens
when you plan things.
Hey, I know a shortcut
through the tunnels.
[Tim] Are you sure it's a dry tunnel?
[Fagin] Yeah, sure as I've got eyes
in me head. Come on.
[officer] There she goes! Right.
Yeah, go on.
-[both grunting]
-[dramatic music playing]
[panting]
-But it is here. Look, it's real.
-[mutters] But it's not real.
It is, I promise.
Look, it's still shiny like it was before.
Do you know
that lifting business was tremendous.
Really showed the French up.
-Oh, you really think so?
-Oh, yes!
-Damned cheats.
-Yeah.
No. We'll make a Governor of you yet.
Oh! Thank you, Dickie.
Now, come on. Let's go.
[stutters] Oh, you don't think
we could pause for another Le Dragon Bleu?
No, no, sewers first.
-Otherwise, your wife will make comments.
-Oh.
I wonder if anyone's thought
to simply turn the water on.
-Do you know where we are?
-Of course I do. We're in a tunnel.
-[Dodger] Can you be more specific?
-Yeah, it's this way. This way.
Ah-ha! Yes!
You see, now that wall
is exactly where I thought it would be.
So, what that indicates
is that we have to go down here.
-Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. That's it.
-[both grunting]
[Governor] All right,
let's get this water flowing, Dickie.
Come on, lads, put your back into it.
Why don't you pop up there and join them?
-What?
-It'll look good for you.
Show them you're not afraid
to get your hands dirty.
-Lovely notion.
-Hmm.
All right.
Hold that for me.
All right, boys.
Make room for the Governor.
[Dickie] Yes, look out. Governor's here.
[grunting] Now, get a good grip.
Good grip. Come on, lads, that's the way.
Get behind it.
[straining] Right, let's go.
-Go on, Edders!
-[Governor grunting] I am.
-Go on!
-Nearly there.
[Governor grunting]
[Dodger] Brilliant, Fagin.
This is lovely.
-[water running]
-[machinery cranking]
You have no idea where we are, do you?
[panting] This is precisely why
Fagin & Son would never work.
[panting]
Oh, well done.
Fagin & Son ain't working because
you're too busy crocheting human flesh
and flouncing around with Cheekybones.
Flouncing?
You should be focused
on the serious business of crime.
It's not just up to me
to buy your freedom.
[Dodger] No, it largely is.
You're the reason I'm a convict.
[Fagin] Agree to differ.
[creaking]
-[rumbling]
-[speaking indistinctly]
[rumbling, cracking]
[gurgling]
[Dodger panting]
[Tim] Can you two
shut your gobs and listen?
[rumbling]
-[water running]
-[crashing]
[all cheering]
We're gonna drown down here
thanks to you.
No! No, no, no, no.
Look!
Look, look, look.
[laughs heartily]
-Cheers.
-[Dickie] Cheers.
-Through this hole. Come on, Tim!
-[dramatic music playing]
-[straining]
-[Fagin] There'll be no
clog-poppin' today.
[both grunting]
[Fagin] Come on, Dodge.
-Come on!
-[grunting]
[Fagin] Dodge, come on!
-Leave it!
-[Dodger grunting] No, I bloody won't.
[Fagin] Come on, Dodge!
Come on!
Dodge!
-[Hetty] Pulse is steady.
-[solemn music playing]
[chuckles softly]
Ligation is secured.
No.
Why is she going
No, the ligation's secured.
There's blood flow.
-What on earth's going on?
-Let me.
Yes, it's sound.
No. We didn't nick the aorta,
it was in the fascia--
No pulse.
Try again.
No, she's gone.
[gasps]
[sighing] No.
-Come away, Lady Belle.
-What
-We lost her.
-[voice breaking] No.
-Lady Belle.
-[gasping] What
[breathing heavily]
[shuddering] My God,
what have I done?
I killed her. I
[Sneed] We all do.
At some point.
It's the cost of our calling.
[shuddering] Why are you calm?
You made the right
clinical decisions, Belle.
But you should go home now.
And tomorrow, we must have
a serious conversation with your mother.
[melancholy music playing]
[Tim] Fagin, hurry up. It's rising fast!
-Hello?
-[Tim] Come on. We gotta go!
Hello! Help!
-[boy] Mom, wait!
-[woman] Hurry up!
[Fagin] Oi! You!
[Dodger] Push it open, Fagin.
[Fagin] Let us out! Hello!
We'll drown in here!
[Dodger] Fagin, for Christ's sake,
push it open!
[gates clank]
-[kids laughing]
-[panting]
See?
I told you I knew the way.
-Are we swimming in--
-Faeces.
-Yes.
-Yes.
[indistinct chatter]
Least we've got some nice bread
for the morning.
Oh! Well, that's rosy.
You stole the basis
for half the world's measurement,
then lost it in a sewer.
Well, who needs
to measure anything, really?
It's overrated.
In case you're worried,
Father doesn't suspect a thing.
[Fagin] How do they not?
Well, Father thinks
he's very strong and
Uncle Dickie thinks the French
tried to counterfeit platinum
to humiliate the colony. [chuckles]
Either way, you're safe.
Well, sparkling work, Fanny.
You're a dab hand at the swindling.
[chuckling] Really?
[Rotty] Really.
[Fanny sighs] Thank you
all, so much.
For such a long time,
I've felt worthless.
Everyone said I was ridiculous,
and maybe I am a little.
But you saw me.
You knew what I might be good at,
and you trusted me.
I've, er never felt welcome
anywhere before, and so
Well, I wanted to ask
Can I join your gang?
-Well, we don't really have a position--
-No! Of course, you can.
Yes.
We'd be as thrilled as rats
in a butcher shop.
[exclaims] Thank you so much!
-Drinks are on me.
-[all cheer]
Well, on the Governor.
[all cheering loudly]
[Rotty] All right, come on then.
All right, fill 'em up!
-Come and sit down in there. There you go.
-[Tim laughs]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
Good God. What have they done?
-[Governor] Send her victorious ♪
-[Dickie] Send her victorious ♪
-Happy and glorious ♪
-Happy and glorious ♪
What?
-Long to reign over us ♪
-Long to reign over us ♪
-God save the Queen! ♪
-God save the Queen! ♪
-[both laugh]
-I hear the water is flowing.
-Oh, woof woof!
-Oh, woof woof!
The wrong way!
-[groans]
-It's flooded part of Devil's Elbow.
Yes, but still flowing, darling.
And you seem to have caused
a diplomatic incident with the French.
They've sent us a démarche.
[stutters] Oh!
A day-what?
A very unpleasant note.
[groaning] Oh!
Well, don't be such a wet sheet, Janey.
I mean, the people love me.
The workmen wassailed for me,
and all thanks to the good advice
of Dicketry here.
Faramond says the entire population
of the French quarter
-is protesting outside.
-[Governor] Oh!
They've burnt you in effigy.
Well, if we've annoyed the French,
then we're doing something right.
Hear, hear.
Yes.
-[stuttering] Janey
-Imbeciles.
-[pops]
-[both laughing]
[melancholy music playing,
The Kid LAROI "THE LINE (feat. d4vd)"]
You've done things that I don't like ♪
But you crossed the line this time ♪
Don't say sorry, don't apologise ♪
'Cause you crossed the line
this time ♪
Boys?
Come here.
I gotta tell you something real hard.
Found somebody else, another one ♪
But I miss you around
and my mother does ♪
She always asks about you ♪
I heard all the whispers on the street ♪
It contradicts the things
you said to me ♪
You're convinced
that you know how to please ♪
And I don't know how
I'm supposed to leave ♪
You said that you got love for me still
Did you mean it? ♪
I think about it whenever
I'm alone and the beat hits ♪
Talkin' to me crazy
Baby, that shit demeanin' ♪
But this time it's different now
You see ♪
You've done things
that I don't like ♪
[softly] Belle.
Come here.
What is it? What's happened?
[softly] Jack, I lost a patient.
It was my fault.
[sobbing] Jack, it was my fault.
[crying]
I really needed you today.
[music fades out]
[theme music playing]