Carnival Row (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Original Sins - full transcript
I don't like waking up angry.
Then don't.
You don't have to.
If you'd stop being so stubborn
and give this place a chance...
A chance?
Imogen, I've lived
like a peasant before.
Been held in captivity,
so forgive me
if I don't see the attraction.
We are accepted here.
We can make a home here.
How you can defend
this place...
We have no future here.
This is no life.
Yes, it is a life.
But it won't be, if you keep
trying to resist them.
Do you understand?
They will kill you.
Of course they will,
because they're killers.
- They'll kill anyone...
- Not anyone, Agreus. You.
Leonora told me
they will kill you.
She threatened my life?
To her, you're the threat:
the way you talk,
the way you think.
And if you can't find
a way to live here,
and if I can't persuade you,
then, yes.
That is what she will do.
And you thought
to keep that from me.
- I was trying to protect you.
- By lying to me?
Didn't you lie to me about
what happened to the officers?
Wasn't that supposed
to protect me?
Look at what this place
has done to us.
It isn't the place, Agreus.
We can choose
to trust each other.
I'd like to try. Will you try?
So, tell me, truly.
Can you ever let yourself
be happy here?
Are you happy here?
I'm not sure that "happy" is
the right word.
It's so different from
everything I've ever known.
But there is honesty
to this place.
I don't feel like
a spoiled pet in a cage.
And...
It's like all my life...
I've had this...
this scream building up
inside me.
And here, if I want to scream,
I can scream.
I'm allowed to want things here.
I'm allowed to choose
for myself, without any shame.
And what do you choose?
You.
Obviously you.
I can choose every day here,
and I always choose you.
Do you understand?
You really trust this place,
don't you?
Well, I just promised
to trust you,
and I'm, unfortunately,
a man of my word, so...
so yes.
Yes?
Yes. I will stop fighting it
and try to be happy here.
For you.
Truly?
Louder, or they won't hear you.
- More tea, my sweet?
- No, thank you, my love.
For you, Kastor?
I know I've been slow
to understand, to participate.
I thought you ought to know
that I regret that.
That's a pretty sudden
change of heart, there, Comrade.
What brings this on?
Imogen is happy here.
I'm not so stubborn a creature
that I can't try
to be happy, too.
For her sake.
Try to see what she sees.
Well, that's good to hear.
It does take time,
even for those of us
who fought for this place.
There's something extraordinary
happening here.
And I've decided
to stop fighting it.
Come with me.
Come.
Today is a special day.
It is the anniversary
of the revolution.
There will be, uh,
drinking and dancing.
And I think perhaps today...
is the day to give you this.
I've seen people reading that.
This is the revolution.
Written by Comrade Leonora
while she was in prison.
She was a criminal?
Well, if it is a crime
to be poor.
As a servant, she ate the scraps
from her master's table
without his permission.
For this,
three years hard labor.
Her heart was broken
in that prison.
But then one day,
as they had her dragging stones,
she saw a flash of something
green amongst the rocks.
It was just a weed,
but it was alive and growing.
And it gave her hope.
No, Comrade.
It enraged her,
that she should be reduced
to groping for a weed,
just to touch something alive.
Comrade Leonora decided that day
that she would no longer work
for the mighty
but for the poor and powerless.
Why should so many people suffer
to make life easy for so few?
Until all can live as equals,
no one can be free.
She's an extraordinary woman.
Yes, quite.
- Inspiring.
- Yes.
And once she had seen the truth,
she had to share it.
And now...
I share it with you.
Thank you, Comrade.
Uh, we should get going.
We don't wish to be late
for work.
You don't need me to escort you.
You know the way.
Ah...
Hmm.
And later, we celebrate,
Comrades. Huh?
Yes.
So, we seem
to have Kastor fooled.
For a moment there, I thought...
I thought he had you convinced.
Well, it was a compelling story.
Pure propaganda.
It's a beautiful thing to think
the world can be different
than it is.
Beautiful... but dangerous.
We'll never be safe here.
So we run.
We're ready to leave.
Can you do it?
If I can...
Then you go home rich,
very rich.
We'll be weeks in the hold,
down under the floor
in the bilge.
- Do you think your lady can handle it?
- Yes.
Because if she can't handle it,
and she starts...
She can handle it.
Slip away during the party.
- Meet me at the docks.
- In broad daylight?
There's a ship leaving.
With the Pact blockade,
there may not be
another one for weeks.
Then today it is.
Come with us, Comrade.
Now.
This is for you.
I have surprise for you.
What's he doing here?
He has been babbling
all sorts of nonsense,
but I think his plan,
if you can call it a plan,
was to kidnap his sister.
- Oh, and kill you, of course.
- No, that is not true.
I-I had information for you...
He arrived days ago
with a lot of childish notions,
a vendetta and a pistol.
Luckily for you,
we intercepted him.
I don't have the time
or the patience
to reeducate every deluded
aristocrat I come across.
Some of them are worth the trouble.
But I don't know this one
well enough to say.
You do.
And I believe
he has done you great wrong.
So I leave to your judgement.
Oh, no.
No.
My sister will never
forgive you.
She won't find out,
unless he tells her.
Please.
No.
Please, Agreus. Please.
Please.
Wait, Agreus...
Please.
Please, I beg you.
He's worth a chance, Comrade.
If I am, so is anyone.
Very well.
I trust you to make sure
he behaves himself.
Pardon?
You spared this man's life.
Now you are responsible for it.
I really do hope
he doesn't let you down.
No.
Kidnap me!
That was your plan?
Ezra, you absolute fool.
- What were you going to do, bore me into submission?
- Imogen, I...
And I suppose you thought
Agreus would just stand by
and let you kidnap me?
Or were you going to shoot him?
You know
you're a terrible shot.
I swore to do...
...whatever was necessary.
Necessary?
To spoil my happiness?
Imogen, you-you don't understand
what happiness is.
I had nightmares,
horrible nightmares,
you would come for me.
And now here you are,
and it's just embarrassing.
Imogen, I love you...
That doesn't mean you own me.
No, I was trying to save you.
From what?
From yourself.
See, it is... it is my duty,
as head of our household,
to p-protect your honor.
By the Martyr, Imogen,
I am your brother.
If I don't save you
from this disastrous mistake,
- who will?
- I suppose you think
this makes you a big strong man,
don't you?
No.
You were a vain
and spiteful little boy, Ezra.
- You always have been.
- And you have always been...
You see, a man...
a man protects his family name,
whatever the cost.
It's clear you've forgotten
what it is to be a lady.
You rut around in the dirt
with this animal.
You're very, very lucky
that it was Agreus
who was handed that gun, not me.
Imogen, I've not...
Imogen.
We are not taking him with us.
I mean it.
You will never forgive yourself
for leaving him behind.
Or me for letting you.
Where's Imogen?
What?
What are you going to do to me?
We are going to escape
this place, today.
Escape? How?
Are you coming with us, or not?
Yes, of course.
Then you will stay by my side
and do exactly as I say.
Understand this...
I know you love your sister.
So if you fuck this up...
they will kill her.
All right.
Go. Go!
Pact soldiers. I count six.
That's me. I'm out.
Can you run?
Not fast enough.
What you doing?
- I'll cover you.
- You can't.
You'll get flanked.
I'll be right behind you.
- Philo.
- Go!
You are not human.
Part Pix.
Go.
Now.
This is a Sparas tooth.
No,
that's not possible.
These monsters died out
centuries ago.
Eh, there have always been
rumors about these woods.
Meanwhile, the Pact advance
will be on us by morning.
Not if they cut
through that valley.
Lieutenant.
We should make an alliance
with them.
With the Sparas?
If there are more like her,
they could cover our retreat.
What makes you think you could
talk to a Sparas, Sergeant?
It did spare his life.
I wonder why.
They hate humans.
Lieutenant,
we'll have to rethink.
Why is that?
Sparases were
supposed to be extinct.
This valley might be
all that's left of their kind.
Thank you, Galloway.
That'll be all.
I want you to go
back down that valley.
It's imperative
we reach High Bresail,
but in order to do so,
we must slow the Pact advance.
I need you to cut them off
before they get here.
Cut them off how?
Incendiary rounds.
Phosphorus shells.
I want you to take
everything we've got
and set that fucking valley
on fire.
What about the Sparases, sir?
We'd be wiping them out.
And if we don't,
my men are as good as dead.
That includes you.
Protecting some fucking monster
isn't my concern,
because right now,
we're all that stands
between our colonies...
and 10,000 enemy troops.
Permission to speak freely, sir.
Make it quick.
I'd like to register
my objection to this order.
On the record.
So noted.
Now off you go and do
what you're told, Sergeant,
or the record will also
detail your demotion.
Am I clear?
It's war.
And they're just Critch.
So give the order.
Fire!
Fire!
Forward cannons!
You're wasting your time.
Am I, now?
A monster breaks all the Critch
out of my prison,
kills 17 of my men
and the fucking chancellor,
but you say
you weren't involved.
Just happened to be here
in a nicked police uniform.
I know how it looks,
but I wasn't in on it.
Oi!
Lay off, Wrenbrick.
My prison, my rules.
Well, he's no help
if he can't talk.
Oh, he'll talk.
Now, where'd that monster
run off to?
Go ask somebody who knows!
Uh, he said he doesn't know.
And you believe a word
this Critch tells you?
Your police pals know about
your war record, Philostrate?
Bit of a fan of Sparases
back in Tirnanoc, weren't you?
What's this, now?
Well, go on.
Tell them.
How you tried to defy
your commanding officer.
Wanted to risk human lives
to save those Critch monsters.
The war's got nothing
to do with this.
Lied to the Army, too,
didn't you?
Told them you were human.
And you're lying to us now.
Lay off him!
For the night.
Give him time to stew.
Do it.
They're right, though.
We've been lying
from the start.
Stop! Police!
Blimey, what a fucking shithole.
She's not here.
Uh...
That Critch bitch,
she's probably ran
back to the Black Raven layup.
Let's look there.
I felt you inside my head.
How?
When I looked at that
blade above me, I just knew.
This time, uh...
this time, it was the end.
Drink.
There's knowing
what's gonna happen
and then there's seeing it.
Still, it makes you think about
what's really important,
doesn't it?
Anyway...
you're safe now.
As long as you stay
out of sight.
Safe.
Safe in a cage.
Right where they want us.
The humans have guns
and soldiers,
and we...
we have fuck all.
Give me that. Thank you.
I was trying to remember
the last time I was happy.
Really, actually happy.
It was up an old oak tree.
Remember?
You and me.
That was a long time ago.
Feels like someone else's life.
Right when that war started,
you asked me to run away
with you, and I should have.
I should never have
called you a coward.
You're the bravest person
I know.
Yeah, there's a couple of things
I'd take back, too,
given the chance.
I took you for granted.
And I shouldn't have let
Philo come between us.
Words cannot describe
how sorry I am for that.
Yeah, well, he's got his uses,
hasn't he?
It's thanks to him
you're out in one piece.
What do you mean?
Thanks to Philo. Well,
he broke you out, didn't he?
Didn't he?
They'll
kill us next time.
They'll kill us next time.
They're scared. They should be.
There's a Sparas on the loose.
Making excuses for them now,
are we?
Even after that kicking?
I look guilty as hell.
How could it have known
the chancellor would be here?
It must have been blind luck.
Still playing the detective,
are we?
It came for the fae prisoners.
- Why?
- Why? Hmm.
Why? Why?
Why...
Why... Why do we care?
Why do we care? Why do we care?
That's the question.
Because people are
getting killed.
Sparases got killed,
didn't they?
Slaughtered, right in front
of our very eyes.
We could have stopped that.
We could have stopped that.
All we had to do
was admit to being fae.
It wouldn't have saved
the Sparases.
It would have destroyed my life.
It wouldn't have saved
the Sparases...
Yes, of course.
Us passing as human,
that's far more important.
I had to.
They hate us.
No! No!
I had to.
No! No.
- They hate us.
- No.
We hate us.
Philo and I were finished.
He's the one
that got me locked up.
I could've been killed.
He knew that and
he went to get you out
even though he knew
he might not make it back.
Well, that's just like him,
trying to make himself
feel better
by trying to be the hero.
- Fucking Philo.
- Okay, well, he's alive, at least.
His Darkasher's
still... squirming.
So what am I supposed to do now?
Go back and get him?
You wouldn't get anywhere
near Bleakness. Not now.
The army's on every corner,
looking for escaped prisoners.
What's he doing here?
- I live here.
- It's a long story.
But hang on a minute,
I'm confused.
If it wasn't Philo,
then how did you escape?
Haven't you heard?
It's all over the Row.
What is?
It was a Sparas.
A Sparas.
- I'm gonna be sick.
- What are you... Why? What...
what's... what's wrong?
Uh...
She's got the Sight now.
She can see through its eyes.
Your visions.
It's coming to kill me.
Fuck off.
I don't hate who I am.
Really?
After everything
the priests beat into us
about human purity...
...and the sinful, filthy fae?
I never believed
any of that shit.
Still ran off to join the army,
though, didn't we?
Still became police, didn't we?
To help people.
To help people like us.
To help ourselves, you mean.
Much easier to hide
amongst Critch-haters
wearing a uniform.
I'm not hiding anymore.
Helping the police
hurts the fae. Hiding.
Hiding.
Helping the police...
Helping the police
hurts the fae.
Hiding.
Helping the police
hurts the fae.
Hurts the fae.
Hiding.
Helping the police
hurts the fae.
Hurts the fae.
Hiding.
Helping the police
hurts the fae.
Hiding.
Hiding. Hiding.
Why would it want to hurt you?
I don't know why. I just,
I just know that it will.
Just run.
Run for your fucking life.
- And go where?
- Anywhere.
Anywhere. Anywhere but here.
Uh, that's not
how the Sight works.
This is going to happen,
no matter what I do.
Says who?
Some Mima?
Since when have you ever
believed anything a Mima said?
Since my visions started
coming true, Vignette.
Forget the Mimas.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Through that hole
I cut in the flywire.
You heard Darius.
The Army's watching the skies.
We'll go at night,
we'll fly low.
We?
You and me.
I'm coming with you.
So you're just gonna
run off with me
with Philo trapped in Bleakness.
I want to help you.
You need my help.
Please, let me help you.
I...
No.
No?
I love you.
You know I do.
And I know that
when you make these promises,
you believe what you're saying.
- Of course I do.
- But I can't rely on you.
Y-You have no idea
what I've been through,
because there's always
something or someone
more important than me.
Bullshit. That's bullshit.
You're in shock.
You almost died tonight,
so, right now,
running off with me
probably does seem
like a good idea, but...
you'll find another
worthy cause tomorrow
and another one
the day after that.
You'll change your mind, Vinny,
and I can't go
through that again.
I can't.
I'm sorry.
- Just...
- No, I...
I know you mean well.
But time and time again you've
made clear what matters to you.
It ain't me.
When I learned
that a public servant
was to be executed,
a public servant
who had done nothing but foster
goodwill between our nations,
I couldn't simply stand by.
Your government has lost
too many good men already.
Yes,
uh, please accept
my sincerest apologies,
Mr. Millworthy.
You are cleared of all charges.
So, I-I'm free to go?
Ah, yes, on that subject,
we were hoping...
There will, of course,
be a proper investigation
into Mad Jonah's
little reign of terror.
But in the meantime, sir,
frankly, we need you.
We'd like to invite you
to be part
of an interim governing
authority we are establishing.
Ah, well, gentlemen, thank you
so much for the very kind offer,
but if there is one thing
the stage has taught me,
it's knowing
when to make my bow.
Timing is everything.
So, good luck to you all.
If you'll forgive
the intrusion...
...Mr. Millworthy.
I know what it is
to cheat death.
Major Vir, I'm very tired.
Nothing you say
could make me stay.
The Burgue is our chief ally,
Mr. Millworthy,
but its government is in chaos.
The men back there are fools.
Petty rivals ready
to tear each other apart.
You are a man of integrity
in a nest of vipers.
You are a man with a clear head.
Yes, I-I'd prefer
to keep that on my shoulders.
Of course. Nobody would
blame you for walking away.
Especially with all
the talk of reprisals.
Reprisals?
For the murder
of the chancellor.
The faefolk of the Row
have harbored terrorists.
There will, of course,
be consequences.
- I assumed you had heard.
- Uh, well...
- No, as a matter of fact, I haven't.
- Ah.
Well, what was a minority
of your citizens
calling for open warfare
against the faefolk
seems now to be
the majority view.
- Well, I...
- I hear that, uh, Carnival Row
may be razed to the ground.
Obliterated.
No. No, surely not.
While my government
has no qualms in principle,
we are already
fighting one civil war.
We would prefer not
to have our chief ally
bogged down in their own.
You understand what happens,
Mr. Millworthy,
when good men stand by
and do nothing.
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Here.
Talk about bad timing.
I know you came for Vignette.
You had nothing to do
with the Sparas.
Even the sarge can see that.
How do you know?
Well, those men you ambushed
for their uniforms.
Lixir-dipped darts?
You didn't want to see
your fellow officers get hurt.
Makes no sense you'd be part
of some bloodbath.
Tell that to the warden.
Sarge is going over
the warden's head.
We need your help
to catch this thing.
Even if I wanted to,
it's a shapeshifter,
for fuck's sake.
It could be anyone.
- B-But the murders...
- Are not connected.
There's nothing to go on.
With all due respect, Inspector,
I reckon you're wrong
about that.
Think about it.
The murdered lieutenant's
body was staged
in a way that pointed
a finger at the Pix.
Then the two Black Raven
were staged in a way
that pointed a finger
right back at the Burgue.
And last night, our fae-hating
chancellor is murdered
and angry fae prisoners
set loose to wreak havoc.
It's like every murder was
designed to stir up trouble
between humans and fae.
I watched Sparases burn alive,
Berwick.
In a war that saw humans
slice up their homeland
and profit from the pieces.
It's no wonder
they want to kill us.
Keep your voice down.
That monster gutted
our chancellor.
He's the real monster. Him.
And all men like him,
who oppress the fae.
Like me.
Why are you talking like this?
Do us a favor, Berwick.
Fuck off.
Guard!
Thanks.
You have something to say? Hmm?
Just wondering what people
see in you. That's all.
Hmm. Who?
Everybody I care about.
You mean Philo.
Unless you and Tourmaline
have become friends?
She's been nice to me.
Not many people
have been nice to me.
- Hmm, I wonder why.
- You wrecked Philo's life.
The poor bastard threw it
all away because of you.
Are you gonna
wreck hers as well?
I don't know.
It's between me and her.
Yeah.
You're right.
Sorry.
How's the stew?
I've always been a fan
of Tourmaline's cooking.
Amongst other things, of course.
Actually, I made it.
You like mauro?
Calm down.
It's a joke.
She needs to leave, Darius.
If you really care
about her, help me.
You got visitors.
Come back for another round,
have you?
We're not here for you, Marrok.
Kaine?
Vini.
Thank the gods.
- We came to rescue you.
- You fool.
- You're a sight.
- How did you get out?
The guards had us,
but they started fighting
the other prisoners, and...
I saw my chance.
- But Philo...
- Philo can't fly.
So you had to leave him behind?
Real tragedy.
I'm sorry.
Shit, come on.
Fuck.
Vini, everything just changed.
Those prisoners that got out,
they've not been idle.
There are plans, Vini.
Big plans.
Not here.
That Marrok can hear us.
And he might not be
the only one.
We moved the hideout. Come on.
- I-I...
- What's the matter?
I think I'm done.
What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?
With the fight,
with all of this, I just...
I just can't anymore.
- She's gone mad.
- No, Vini.
Vini, this is the moment
we've been waiting for.
We're gonna tear down that wire.
Good. And I really hope you do.
I just... You're gonna have
to do it without me.
Why?
Have you got something
more important to do?
I made a promise to someone.
Vini, you're the best of us.
You need to be a part
of what's coming.
I'm out. I'm sorry.
Yeah.
We're sorry, too.
Is it true?
You sent them away?
You are what really
matters to me.
So can we please
get you out of here?
Please?
- Yes?
- Yes.
Yes.
On your feet.
Back for more?
Rycroft Philostrate,
you will be remanded into police
custody on one condition:
you help us catch
this Critch monster.
Or you can stay here and rot.
"Critch monster."
"Critch monster."
Lie to them.
Tell them whatever
they want to hear.
Just get us the fuck
out of here.
What will it be, Philostrate?
All right.
I'll help.
Then don't.
You don't have to.
If you'd stop being so stubborn
and give this place a chance...
A chance?
Imogen, I've lived
like a peasant before.
Been held in captivity,
so forgive me
if I don't see the attraction.
We are accepted here.
We can make a home here.
How you can defend
this place...
We have no future here.
This is no life.
Yes, it is a life.
But it won't be, if you keep
trying to resist them.
Do you understand?
They will kill you.
Of course they will,
because they're killers.
- They'll kill anyone...
- Not anyone, Agreus. You.
Leonora told me
they will kill you.
She threatened my life?
To her, you're the threat:
the way you talk,
the way you think.
And if you can't find
a way to live here,
and if I can't persuade you,
then, yes.
That is what she will do.
And you thought
to keep that from me.
- I was trying to protect you.
- By lying to me?
Didn't you lie to me about
what happened to the officers?
Wasn't that supposed
to protect me?
Look at what this place
has done to us.
It isn't the place, Agreus.
We can choose
to trust each other.
I'd like to try. Will you try?
So, tell me, truly.
Can you ever let yourself
be happy here?
Are you happy here?
I'm not sure that "happy" is
the right word.
It's so different from
everything I've ever known.
But there is honesty
to this place.
I don't feel like
a spoiled pet in a cage.
And...
It's like all my life...
I've had this...
this scream building up
inside me.
And here, if I want to scream,
I can scream.
I'm allowed to want things here.
I'm allowed to choose
for myself, without any shame.
And what do you choose?
You.
Obviously you.
I can choose every day here,
and I always choose you.
Do you understand?
You really trust this place,
don't you?
Well, I just promised
to trust you,
and I'm, unfortunately,
a man of my word, so...
so yes.
Yes?
Yes. I will stop fighting it
and try to be happy here.
For you.
Truly?
Louder, or they won't hear you.
- More tea, my sweet?
- No, thank you, my love.
For you, Kastor?
I know I've been slow
to understand, to participate.
I thought you ought to know
that I regret that.
That's a pretty sudden
change of heart, there, Comrade.
What brings this on?
Imogen is happy here.
I'm not so stubborn a creature
that I can't try
to be happy, too.
For her sake.
Try to see what she sees.
Well, that's good to hear.
It does take time,
even for those of us
who fought for this place.
There's something extraordinary
happening here.
And I've decided
to stop fighting it.
Come with me.
Come.
Today is a special day.
It is the anniversary
of the revolution.
There will be, uh,
drinking and dancing.
And I think perhaps today...
is the day to give you this.
I've seen people reading that.
This is the revolution.
Written by Comrade Leonora
while she was in prison.
She was a criminal?
Well, if it is a crime
to be poor.
As a servant, she ate the scraps
from her master's table
without his permission.
For this,
three years hard labor.
Her heart was broken
in that prison.
But then one day,
as they had her dragging stones,
she saw a flash of something
green amongst the rocks.
It was just a weed,
but it was alive and growing.
And it gave her hope.
No, Comrade.
It enraged her,
that she should be reduced
to groping for a weed,
just to touch something alive.
Comrade Leonora decided that day
that she would no longer work
for the mighty
but for the poor and powerless.
Why should so many people suffer
to make life easy for so few?
Until all can live as equals,
no one can be free.
She's an extraordinary woman.
Yes, quite.
- Inspiring.
- Yes.
And once she had seen the truth,
she had to share it.
And now...
I share it with you.
Thank you, Comrade.
Uh, we should get going.
We don't wish to be late
for work.
You don't need me to escort you.
You know the way.
Ah...
Hmm.
And later, we celebrate,
Comrades. Huh?
Yes.
So, we seem
to have Kastor fooled.
For a moment there, I thought...
I thought he had you convinced.
Well, it was a compelling story.
Pure propaganda.
It's a beautiful thing to think
the world can be different
than it is.
Beautiful... but dangerous.
We'll never be safe here.
So we run.
We're ready to leave.
Can you do it?
If I can...
Then you go home rich,
very rich.
We'll be weeks in the hold,
down under the floor
in the bilge.
- Do you think your lady can handle it?
- Yes.
Because if she can't handle it,
and she starts...
She can handle it.
Slip away during the party.
- Meet me at the docks.
- In broad daylight?
There's a ship leaving.
With the Pact blockade,
there may not be
another one for weeks.
Then today it is.
Come with us, Comrade.
Now.
This is for you.
I have surprise for you.
What's he doing here?
He has been babbling
all sorts of nonsense,
but I think his plan,
if you can call it a plan,
was to kidnap his sister.
- Oh, and kill you, of course.
- No, that is not true.
I-I had information for you...
He arrived days ago
with a lot of childish notions,
a vendetta and a pistol.
Luckily for you,
we intercepted him.
I don't have the time
or the patience
to reeducate every deluded
aristocrat I come across.
Some of them are worth the trouble.
But I don't know this one
well enough to say.
You do.
And I believe
he has done you great wrong.
So I leave to your judgement.
Oh, no.
No.
My sister will never
forgive you.
She won't find out,
unless he tells her.
Please.
No.
Please, Agreus. Please.
Please.
Wait, Agreus...
Please.
Please, I beg you.
He's worth a chance, Comrade.
If I am, so is anyone.
Very well.
I trust you to make sure
he behaves himself.
Pardon?
You spared this man's life.
Now you are responsible for it.
I really do hope
he doesn't let you down.
No.
Kidnap me!
That was your plan?
Ezra, you absolute fool.
- What were you going to do, bore me into submission?
- Imogen, I...
And I suppose you thought
Agreus would just stand by
and let you kidnap me?
Or were you going to shoot him?
You know
you're a terrible shot.
I swore to do...
...whatever was necessary.
Necessary?
To spoil my happiness?
Imogen, you-you don't understand
what happiness is.
I had nightmares,
horrible nightmares,
you would come for me.
And now here you are,
and it's just embarrassing.
Imogen, I love you...
That doesn't mean you own me.
No, I was trying to save you.
From what?
From yourself.
See, it is... it is my duty,
as head of our household,
to p-protect your honor.
By the Martyr, Imogen,
I am your brother.
If I don't save you
from this disastrous mistake,
- who will?
- I suppose you think
this makes you a big strong man,
don't you?
No.
You were a vain
and spiteful little boy, Ezra.
- You always have been.
- And you have always been...
You see, a man...
a man protects his family name,
whatever the cost.
It's clear you've forgotten
what it is to be a lady.
You rut around in the dirt
with this animal.
You're very, very lucky
that it was Agreus
who was handed that gun, not me.
Imogen, I've not...
Imogen.
We are not taking him with us.
I mean it.
You will never forgive yourself
for leaving him behind.
Or me for letting you.
Where's Imogen?
What?
What are you going to do to me?
We are going to escape
this place, today.
Escape? How?
Are you coming with us, or not?
Yes, of course.
Then you will stay by my side
and do exactly as I say.
Understand this...
I know you love your sister.
So if you fuck this up...
they will kill her.
All right.
Go. Go!
Pact soldiers. I count six.
That's me. I'm out.
Can you run?
Not fast enough.
What you doing?
- I'll cover you.
- You can't.
You'll get flanked.
I'll be right behind you.
- Philo.
- Go!
You are not human.
Part Pix.
Go.
Now.
This is a Sparas tooth.
No,
that's not possible.
These monsters died out
centuries ago.
Eh, there have always been
rumors about these woods.
Meanwhile, the Pact advance
will be on us by morning.
Not if they cut
through that valley.
Lieutenant.
We should make an alliance
with them.
With the Sparas?
If there are more like her,
they could cover our retreat.
What makes you think you could
talk to a Sparas, Sergeant?
It did spare his life.
I wonder why.
They hate humans.
Lieutenant,
we'll have to rethink.
Why is that?
Sparases were
supposed to be extinct.
This valley might be
all that's left of their kind.
Thank you, Galloway.
That'll be all.
I want you to go
back down that valley.
It's imperative
we reach High Bresail,
but in order to do so,
we must slow the Pact advance.
I need you to cut them off
before they get here.
Cut them off how?
Incendiary rounds.
Phosphorus shells.
I want you to take
everything we've got
and set that fucking valley
on fire.
What about the Sparases, sir?
We'd be wiping them out.
And if we don't,
my men are as good as dead.
That includes you.
Protecting some fucking monster
isn't my concern,
because right now,
we're all that stands
between our colonies...
and 10,000 enemy troops.
Permission to speak freely, sir.
Make it quick.
I'd like to register
my objection to this order.
On the record.
So noted.
Now off you go and do
what you're told, Sergeant,
or the record will also
detail your demotion.
Am I clear?
It's war.
And they're just Critch.
So give the order.
Fire!
Fire!
Forward cannons!
You're wasting your time.
Am I, now?
A monster breaks all the Critch
out of my prison,
kills 17 of my men
and the fucking chancellor,
but you say
you weren't involved.
Just happened to be here
in a nicked police uniform.
I know how it looks,
but I wasn't in on it.
Oi!
Lay off, Wrenbrick.
My prison, my rules.
Well, he's no help
if he can't talk.
Oh, he'll talk.
Now, where'd that monster
run off to?
Go ask somebody who knows!
Uh, he said he doesn't know.
And you believe a word
this Critch tells you?
Your police pals know about
your war record, Philostrate?
Bit of a fan of Sparases
back in Tirnanoc, weren't you?
What's this, now?
Well, go on.
Tell them.
How you tried to defy
your commanding officer.
Wanted to risk human lives
to save those Critch monsters.
The war's got nothing
to do with this.
Lied to the Army, too,
didn't you?
Told them you were human.
And you're lying to us now.
Lay off him!
For the night.
Give him time to stew.
Do it.
They're right, though.
We've been lying
from the start.
Stop! Police!
Blimey, what a fucking shithole.
She's not here.
Uh...
That Critch bitch,
she's probably ran
back to the Black Raven layup.
Let's look there.
I felt you inside my head.
How?
When I looked at that
blade above me, I just knew.
This time, uh...
this time, it was the end.
Drink.
There's knowing
what's gonna happen
and then there's seeing it.
Still, it makes you think about
what's really important,
doesn't it?
Anyway...
you're safe now.
As long as you stay
out of sight.
Safe.
Safe in a cage.
Right where they want us.
The humans have guns
and soldiers,
and we...
we have fuck all.
Give me that. Thank you.
I was trying to remember
the last time I was happy.
Really, actually happy.
It was up an old oak tree.
Remember?
You and me.
That was a long time ago.
Feels like someone else's life.
Right when that war started,
you asked me to run away
with you, and I should have.
I should never have
called you a coward.
You're the bravest person
I know.
Yeah, there's a couple of things
I'd take back, too,
given the chance.
I took you for granted.
And I shouldn't have let
Philo come between us.
Words cannot describe
how sorry I am for that.
Yeah, well, he's got his uses,
hasn't he?
It's thanks to him
you're out in one piece.
What do you mean?
Thanks to Philo. Well,
he broke you out, didn't he?
Didn't he?
They'll
kill us next time.
They'll kill us next time.
They're scared. They should be.
There's a Sparas on the loose.
Making excuses for them now,
are we?
Even after that kicking?
I look guilty as hell.
How could it have known
the chancellor would be here?
It must have been blind luck.
Still playing the detective,
are we?
It came for the fae prisoners.
- Why?
- Why? Hmm.
Why? Why?
Why...
Why... Why do we care?
Why do we care? Why do we care?
That's the question.
Because people are
getting killed.
Sparases got killed,
didn't they?
Slaughtered, right in front
of our very eyes.
We could have stopped that.
We could have stopped that.
All we had to do
was admit to being fae.
It wouldn't have saved
the Sparases.
It would have destroyed my life.
It wouldn't have saved
the Sparases...
Yes, of course.
Us passing as human,
that's far more important.
I had to.
They hate us.
No! No!
I had to.
No! No.
- They hate us.
- No.
We hate us.
Philo and I were finished.
He's the one
that got me locked up.
I could've been killed.
He knew that and
he went to get you out
even though he knew
he might not make it back.
Well, that's just like him,
trying to make himself
feel better
by trying to be the hero.
- Fucking Philo.
- Okay, well, he's alive, at least.
His Darkasher's
still... squirming.
So what am I supposed to do now?
Go back and get him?
You wouldn't get anywhere
near Bleakness. Not now.
The army's on every corner,
looking for escaped prisoners.
What's he doing here?
- I live here.
- It's a long story.
But hang on a minute,
I'm confused.
If it wasn't Philo,
then how did you escape?
Haven't you heard?
It's all over the Row.
What is?
It was a Sparas.
A Sparas.
- I'm gonna be sick.
- What are you... Why? What...
what's... what's wrong?
Uh...
She's got the Sight now.
She can see through its eyes.
Your visions.
It's coming to kill me.
Fuck off.
I don't hate who I am.
Really?
After everything
the priests beat into us
about human purity...
...and the sinful, filthy fae?
I never believed
any of that shit.
Still ran off to join the army,
though, didn't we?
Still became police, didn't we?
To help people.
To help people like us.
To help ourselves, you mean.
Much easier to hide
amongst Critch-haters
wearing a uniform.
I'm not hiding anymore.
Helping the police
hurts the fae. Hiding.
Hiding.
Helping the police...
Helping the police
hurts the fae.
Hiding.
Helping the police
hurts the fae.
Hurts the fae.
Hiding.
Helping the police
hurts the fae.
Hurts the fae.
Hiding.
Helping the police
hurts the fae.
Hiding.
Hiding. Hiding.
Why would it want to hurt you?
I don't know why. I just,
I just know that it will.
Just run.
Run for your fucking life.
- And go where?
- Anywhere.
Anywhere. Anywhere but here.
Uh, that's not
how the Sight works.
This is going to happen,
no matter what I do.
Says who?
Some Mima?
Since when have you ever
believed anything a Mima said?
Since my visions started
coming true, Vignette.
Forget the Mimas.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Through that hole
I cut in the flywire.
You heard Darius.
The Army's watching the skies.
We'll go at night,
we'll fly low.
We?
You and me.
I'm coming with you.
So you're just gonna
run off with me
with Philo trapped in Bleakness.
I want to help you.
You need my help.
Please, let me help you.
I...
No.
No?
I love you.
You know I do.
And I know that
when you make these promises,
you believe what you're saying.
- Of course I do.
- But I can't rely on you.
Y-You have no idea
what I've been through,
because there's always
something or someone
more important than me.
Bullshit. That's bullshit.
You're in shock.
You almost died tonight,
so, right now,
running off with me
probably does seem
like a good idea, but...
you'll find another
worthy cause tomorrow
and another one
the day after that.
You'll change your mind, Vinny,
and I can't go
through that again.
I can't.
I'm sorry.
- Just...
- No, I...
I know you mean well.
But time and time again you've
made clear what matters to you.
It ain't me.
When I learned
that a public servant
was to be executed,
a public servant
who had done nothing but foster
goodwill between our nations,
I couldn't simply stand by.
Your government has lost
too many good men already.
Yes,
uh, please accept
my sincerest apologies,
Mr. Millworthy.
You are cleared of all charges.
So, I-I'm free to go?
Ah, yes, on that subject,
we were hoping...
There will, of course,
be a proper investigation
into Mad Jonah's
little reign of terror.
But in the meantime, sir,
frankly, we need you.
We'd like to invite you
to be part
of an interim governing
authority we are establishing.
Ah, well, gentlemen, thank you
so much for the very kind offer,
but if there is one thing
the stage has taught me,
it's knowing
when to make my bow.
Timing is everything.
So, good luck to you all.
If you'll forgive
the intrusion...
...Mr. Millworthy.
I know what it is
to cheat death.
Major Vir, I'm very tired.
Nothing you say
could make me stay.
The Burgue is our chief ally,
Mr. Millworthy,
but its government is in chaos.
The men back there are fools.
Petty rivals ready
to tear each other apart.
You are a man of integrity
in a nest of vipers.
You are a man with a clear head.
Yes, I-I'd prefer
to keep that on my shoulders.
Of course. Nobody would
blame you for walking away.
Especially with all
the talk of reprisals.
Reprisals?
For the murder
of the chancellor.
The faefolk of the Row
have harbored terrorists.
There will, of course,
be consequences.
- I assumed you had heard.
- Uh, well...
- No, as a matter of fact, I haven't.
- Ah.
Well, what was a minority
of your citizens
calling for open warfare
against the faefolk
seems now to be
the majority view.
- Well, I...
- I hear that, uh, Carnival Row
may be razed to the ground.
Obliterated.
No. No, surely not.
While my government
has no qualms in principle,
we are already
fighting one civil war.
We would prefer not
to have our chief ally
bogged down in their own.
You understand what happens,
Mr. Millworthy,
when good men stand by
and do nothing.
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Here.
Talk about bad timing.
I know you came for Vignette.
You had nothing to do
with the Sparas.
Even the sarge can see that.
How do you know?
Well, those men you ambushed
for their uniforms.
Lixir-dipped darts?
You didn't want to see
your fellow officers get hurt.
Makes no sense you'd be part
of some bloodbath.
Tell that to the warden.
Sarge is going over
the warden's head.
We need your help
to catch this thing.
Even if I wanted to,
it's a shapeshifter,
for fuck's sake.
It could be anyone.
- B-But the murders...
- Are not connected.
There's nothing to go on.
With all due respect, Inspector,
I reckon you're wrong
about that.
Think about it.
The murdered lieutenant's
body was staged
in a way that pointed
a finger at the Pix.
Then the two Black Raven
were staged in a way
that pointed a finger
right back at the Burgue.
And last night, our fae-hating
chancellor is murdered
and angry fae prisoners
set loose to wreak havoc.
It's like every murder was
designed to stir up trouble
between humans and fae.
I watched Sparases burn alive,
Berwick.
In a war that saw humans
slice up their homeland
and profit from the pieces.
It's no wonder
they want to kill us.
Keep your voice down.
That monster gutted
our chancellor.
He's the real monster. Him.
And all men like him,
who oppress the fae.
Like me.
Why are you talking like this?
Do us a favor, Berwick.
Fuck off.
Guard!
Thanks.
You have something to say? Hmm?
Just wondering what people
see in you. That's all.
Hmm. Who?
Everybody I care about.
You mean Philo.
Unless you and Tourmaline
have become friends?
She's been nice to me.
Not many people
have been nice to me.
- Hmm, I wonder why.
- You wrecked Philo's life.
The poor bastard threw it
all away because of you.
Are you gonna
wreck hers as well?
I don't know.
It's between me and her.
Yeah.
You're right.
Sorry.
How's the stew?
I've always been a fan
of Tourmaline's cooking.
Amongst other things, of course.
Actually, I made it.
You like mauro?
Calm down.
It's a joke.
She needs to leave, Darius.
If you really care
about her, help me.
You got visitors.
Come back for another round,
have you?
We're not here for you, Marrok.
Kaine?
Vini.
Thank the gods.
- We came to rescue you.
- You fool.
- You're a sight.
- How did you get out?
The guards had us,
but they started fighting
the other prisoners, and...
I saw my chance.
- But Philo...
- Philo can't fly.
So you had to leave him behind?
Real tragedy.
I'm sorry.
Shit, come on.
Fuck.
Vini, everything just changed.
Those prisoners that got out,
they've not been idle.
There are plans, Vini.
Big plans.
Not here.
That Marrok can hear us.
And he might not be
the only one.
We moved the hideout. Come on.
- I-I...
- What's the matter?
I think I'm done.
What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?
With the fight,
with all of this, I just...
I just can't anymore.
- She's gone mad.
- No, Vini.
Vini, this is the moment
we've been waiting for.
We're gonna tear down that wire.
Good. And I really hope you do.
I just... You're gonna have
to do it without me.
Why?
Have you got something
more important to do?
I made a promise to someone.
Vini, you're the best of us.
You need to be a part
of what's coming.
I'm out. I'm sorry.
Yeah.
We're sorry, too.
Is it true?
You sent them away?
You are what really
matters to me.
So can we please
get you out of here?
Please?
- Yes?
- Yes.
Yes.
On your feet.
Back for more?
Rycroft Philostrate,
you will be remanded into police
custody on one condition:
you help us catch
this Critch monster.
Or you can stay here and rot.
"Critch monster."
"Critch monster."
Lie to them.
Tell them whatever
they want to hear.
Just get us the fuck
out of here.
What will it be, Philostrate?
All right.
I'll help.