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I want you to join us.

Is that the mission
you were going on about?

You still feel it.
Mary's song.

You know what a better world
could be like.

First time Mary sang,

only the Touched that were
in the room could hear it.

We'll make Mary's voice
loud enough

that it could be heard
by Touched across the city.

We need to get
those fliers taken down.

They could be all over London.

DÉSIREÉ What did they do to the girls?

Experiments.

We need to know
everything they've been doing.

Oh! Who are you?

The Order
is to eliminate Maladie.

Maladie has done us a favor.

She turned sentiment
against the Touched.

We're being attacked, locked up,
and thrown in the street.

We have enemies
you don't know about yet.

The Touched,
they'll all come to us.

They'll be safe.

♪ Now the laborer's
task is o'er ♪

♪ Now the battle day is past ♪

♪ Now upon the farther shore ♪

♪ Lands the voyager at last ♪

♪ Father, in thy
gracious keeping ♪

♪ Leave we now ♪

♪ Thy servant sleeping ♪

♪ There the tears
of Earth are dried... ♪

Down!

♪ There it's hidden
things are clear ♪

♪ There the work of life
is tried ♪

♪ By a juster judge than here ♪

♪ There the penitents
that turn ♪

♪ To the cross
their dying eyes ♪

♪ All the love
of Jesus learn ♪

♪ At his feet in paradise ♪

♪ Father, in thy
gracious keeping ♪

♪ Leave we now
thy servant sleeping... ♪

-Witches!
-Freaks!

-Why don't we drown
you all? Ha, ha!
-Good riddance!

Drown her!
Let's see if she floats!

-Vile creatures!
-Go on, piss off!

Please, Inspector. Not now.

Not here.

-You're under arrest.
-Come on, you two.

There we go...

I know your loss is greater
than any of us

-can even...
-Where the fuck is she?

Where's the lady
who can see the future?

A kiss for a pint.
That was the deal.

I am a woman of my word.

Kiss for a pint.

Oh, no, you fucking don't--

-I'm gonna need you in a minute.

Who speaks for these men?

Him, m'lord.

Jacobs.

The men learnt there
are explosives among
the cargo here.

They feel they're due
higher wages for
handling them.

Who here knows what this is?

Well, that's a shell, sir.

Loaded with cordite.
Ready for the war.

Top marks.

It's good for
blowing up the enemy,

and for saving our lads.

That's who you're holding
hostage here. Your brothers.

That doesn't change the facts--

Jesus!

If they were unstable,

we would simply
roll them over the line,

wouldn't we?

You men are seeking
a grievance.

The docks are full of men
who care about our troops,

and foreigners who
care about nothing.

I can fill your jobs in an hour!

Get back to work,
and I will forget
this happened.

No repercussions.

You won't be docked
for this stoppage.

It's very generous.

Go on. Go on. Back to work.

Go on. Go on.

Next time, come and talk
to me as individuals.

To band together
when you could stand alone?

I expect more courage
from Englishmen.

They're taking the carrot,
my lord.

They're mouthing the carrot.

They spit it back out,
we'll use the stick.

I thought Aneel was with you.

He had to get back to school.

I mean, he gets to.

If you're up to it,
I need a favor.

-The new folk,

there's rumors one or two
have outstanding warrants.

Petty charges, likely cooked up.

Oh. It should mostly
just be fines, I imagine.

Some of them might not
technically be citizens.

-They don't all speak English,
so it's hard to tell.

I don't know if that matters,
but I'll find out.

-You're a daisy.
-I'd rather be a barrister.

Then I could prosecute
the men...

I don't see how, though.

I can't even apply
to Aneel's school.

How are we ever
gonna see justice

if we're not a part of justice?

All I can see my way
through is a grape.

You know you're gonna have to
clean up those shards, right?

Yeah.

So, is this what we can expect?

A leader who doesn't lead?

Are you looking to
fill that position?

She does have
the nicest room.

You know True
should have been there.

I've shown more respect for
Mary, and I'm her kidnapper.

Amalia misses the point
of things, as often as not.

But if that chair is warm
when she sits in it,

she'll know why.

You don't think I can best her?

I don't think you want her job.

-It's very draining.

Did you see anyone
out of place at the funeral?

Not Maladie. None of the gang.

Beggar King sent a wreath.

-The great big one?
-She lost a friend.

She didn't win the Derby.

Big one wasn't signed.

Couple of Purists making a fuss.

You probably saw.

The pink rags.

-Purists all have them.
-So they have a name now?

-Christ preserve us.
-Thought that was my job.

-We don't want more violence.
-This is London, Doctor.

There's always more.

I still don't see how you can
go from working for Maladie...

to being here with Amalia.

You really think
they're that different?

True still not back?

I swear to Jesus, I would--

Have you not finished
discussing my faults?

Come on, Penance. Jesus awaits.

He already knows
what I was gonna say,

and I'll add a few
Hail Marys for that later.

Frank Mundi'll owe
a few himself, poor man.

Maladie didn't show
at the funeral.

Can you believe
the rudeness
of that woman?

It'd be madness to show,
and not her kind.

The papers that bothered
to report on the shootin'
are all blamin' her,

and we don't know
that we shouldn't be.

I still thought she might go.

So why didn't you?

The man who tried to drown me
is Nicholas Perbal.

Ach. That brute?

The blasphemy of
walking on water

for the purpose of murder...

He's called Odium.

Not by his dear Granny Perbal,

who owns a snug little attic
somewhere in the narrows.

Beggar King's man
says he's convalescing,
likely at Gran's.

Do violins cost a lot?

The two attacks
could be unrelated,
you and Mary.

-Lot of people don't like you,
I'm told.
-I know.

...a casualty of war...

I need a bath.

Tell Lucy we're meeting
in an hour.

Start listing suspects.

But she's broken up
worst of all the girls.

We'll take her mind off it.

It's all hands on deck,
and she has the best hands
in the group.

In the meantime...

Make yourself comfortable.

Ah, True, sure and you
should've been at the service.

You're a bitter poor
example to the girls.

But I'm so tough and mean,
and I hate sentiment.

And also people. And myself.

Ah, Lord, Mary Brighton
trusted you,

-and you failed her.
Is that what you think?

I think the longer
we wait to find the killer,

the greater the chance
we never do.

Mary doesn't need me
crying over her corpse.

True, I can't imagine how many
funerals you've been to, but--

None. We don't do that
when I'm from.

We don't have enough time and
we don't have enough ground.

You know better than
anyone what pain does

when you don't
make time for it.

All time does is run out.

I was left here,
completely alone,

with nothing but a mission
I was never actually given.

No orders, no objectives--

They left me here
and they fucked right off.

Maybe they died.
Who cares? I'm here...

where a woman can be killed
just for having a voice,

which will be
the world's fucking epitaph

if I can't do something
other than make it worse.

I know your burdens, True.
But is vengeance

going to make the world better?

If we-- if we find out
who took away our Mary,

I have a worry as to
your next course of action,

because the rest of us,
we had a chance to say goodbye--

to remember the goodness
of her heart,

and not just the unfairness
of her being taken.

You keep saying taken
instead of murdered.
Mary was murdered.

-I was there, True.
-So was the man with the gun.

He was set up
before we got there.

So stop worrying about
who wasn't at the funeral,

and start asking who
wasn't at that park.

You don't mean one of us.

Well, I know it wasn't me.

Myrtle?

Do you want to talk?

May I see?

Oh, Myrtle.

-This is so--

You... heard her?

You wish you could hear her.

-You want to learn to read?

-Mary sang to you.

To... I'm trying.

Mary sang to you.

To this person.

About this person?

When Mary sang, you heard...

Words.

Language.

Mary was telling us something,
and you understood it.

Was it something nice?

So now you're after
our jobs as well?

What angle are you pursuing?

Hemlines of the deceased?

I have every right to be here.

No, you fuckin' don't.

Lovely. Now I've had gin
for breakfast, too.

Inky fingers don't make you
a reporter, Boyle.

Inspector Mundi.

Why are those Purists
being detained?

Is there a connection between
them and Miss Brighton's death?

Or was it your detail's
failure to catch Maladie?

Is Mary another
of her messages?

That story's been told.

I don't believe it has.

I think there is something
much larger at work
than one maniac.

Have you got information
I can use, Miss...?

Boyle. Effie Boyle
from "The Sentinel,"

and, well, nothing yet.

But I do know the Touched
are being vilified in the press,

often for no reason.

It was a Touched that
killed Mary Brighton.

You learn more than that,
come calling.

So you just happened by
Mary Brighton's funeral.

Nobody told you
about the service.

-We were out walking.

You live in the south end,
work at Marster's Mill.

That's four miles
out of your way.

We's peripatetic.

-Look, I told you--
-Tell me.

-We were walking.
-And you stopped
to yell obscenities

at a grieving family.

You're already going to jail.

You can't put us in
for expressing ourselves.

No. No, I'm putting you in
for assaulting a police officer.

-Well, I like that plan.

Enter the Ape...

The Ape?
Wait. The boxer?

The East End Ape?

Is that-- Is that Frank Mundi?

-Inspector Mundi.
-Whew. No. You're all right.

Look, a couple of guys
in suits approached us

at a Purist meeting, all right?

I don't know the guy
who said go, but...

he gave us this.

Said they were burying
a Touched with decent folk,

and we should call 'em out.

Great, that's 6:00 in the
main dormitory downstairs.

Thank you.

That's another two,
so we can--

Hi. Sorry, are you new
to The Orphanage?

-Okay, do you speak any
languages or dialects?
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah? What are they?

Cops, the church, the Purists...

and our masked freaks.

There's no shortage
of people who hate us.

But only a few are powerful
or inventive enough

to have gotten Kroos
out of prison undetected.

Maladie?

Kroos was her man.

And she's still got a network.

They found Horatio
easily enough.

Gilbert Massen?

What, Lord Massen?

The Great White Hunter.

Oh, he's a piece of work.

I got chums in his factory
talkin' about a strike,

cause he pays a pittance!

And it's dangerous.

It's bombs and the like
they're handlin'.

But it's a fine fuck-thee-well
if you're injured.

He'd stick your head
on his wall for a trophy

'fore he'd give you thruppence
to feed your kids.

Oh...

I've gone all political. Sorry.

-No, it was quite rousing.

Horatio, Lucy,
No.

-Right. So...

-The Beggar King.
A bit public for him.

But he runs Odium,

and since we have a hard-won
lead on his address--

I'll take it. I know the area.

If Mrs. True isn't
looking for a rematch.

No. I'm going to talk
to Massen. Alone.

You sure that's the way to go?

-He's hardly gonna fall into--
-No, I mean, I'm going to.

Sometime today.
I've already seen it.

Wasn't sure where I was
at first, but... or will be.

Wait, does-- does that
mean Massen killed Mary?

Did the ripplings tell you that?

They tell me I don't get
to plan my own day.

They're not treasure maps.

I'll learn something,
I'm sure, but...

And once you have?

I mean, if you get something

in the way of, uh, "he did it."

Then I will bring that
information back here.

I'm not planning to attack
a Peer of the Realm

inside his well-guarded house.

Hmm, sure, but what
you mean to happen

and what actually happens
in the thick of it...

It's not just you, True.

Everyone has to keep
their heads.

Mary's death needs
to be answered, and
not with another death.

And it's not
just about what's right.

We're hated right now.

Our first response
cannot be hate.

We'll be lined up
in the streets.

And they may have killed Mary
exactly for that purpose.

Make us do something
they can rain hell on us for.

See? Annie agrees,
and she's terrible.

-And so do I.
-Good.

-Level heads.
-All right. Augustus Bidlow?

Yeah, we should murder him.

I'm with Penance.
That party they thrown,

seeing how he treated her,

I nearly pulled off me gloves.

Lavinia Bidlow, as well.

Or are you just writing down
people you know?

Amalia told her
we were going to the park.

And she knew
where I'd be coming from.
Still,

she might be a bit
over-puckered, but she's
the reason we've got all this.

Mm-hmm. The family that
sponsored my medical training--

that brought me from
Jamaica to England...

A week in their house,
and I almost swam back.

I've been left for dead
by men with less contempt.

Now, Miss Bidlow,
she means well,

and I know she does
good work for the Touched,

but it doesn't
make her a friend.

So she goes on the list
with her terrible,
bird-watching brother.

He's the ringleader.
You know he--

likes... birds.

Birds are stupid.

And it's high time
you told him that.

What? Go and talk--
No!

-I should do Annie's.
-Track an assassin?

Come on, Pen,
you can give Bidlow
the old parasol.

-Lucy, Penance,
No!

-Oh.
-Sorry.

Doctor Cousens,
we got a few peaky ones
down there.

-How are you holding up?
-Oh, well,

my Nigel doesn't really
understand what's going on.

But I'm keeping my chins up.

Sometimes pretending you
feel good makes you feel better.

-Trust me.
All right.

Let's see to those patients.

-Don't do anything rash.
-I won't.

-I was talking to Penance.

Shouldn't you
take Désirée with you

-to Massen's?
I should.

But I don't.

That's a pungent gambit, Tommy.

-Frank.

Frank!

You've been mixing
with the Purists.

Stirring them up.

Did you want to
scare the Touched,

so you could tell 'em
they was only safe with you?

Uh, first of all, who--

-Who are the fucking Purists?

That's not mine.

You really think
I'd be handing out
personalized evidence?

Master Swann.

Any assistance required?

Uh, no, thank you. Uh...

Just a bit of sport.
We'll keep quiet.

This is a members only
establishment.

And you need to fuck off.
Please.

Uh, yes, uh, do fuck off.
There's a lad.

-Look. Think about this.

If they'd said it was
Lord Such-and-What,

you'd be gathering evidence.
Having him followed.

Behaving like a detective.

Someone pointed you
and pulled your trigger.

It's no secret
that you loathe me.

That don't mean you're innocent.

When--
When have I ever claimed...

Wait. Are you talking
about the shooting?

I'm not a murderer.

-I had nothing against Mary.
-She was a rival.

I think you know she wasn't.

Look, I... I will provide you
with my whereabouts.

I wanted to learn
about Amalia True,

and what I've learned
is stay away.

-I am not a part of this.
-'Course you are.

And if it ain't you,
it's one of them toffs
you play chess with.

Oh, uh, actually we call it
cheese because we--

It's rich men grinding up
them who's helpless

for extra penny on the pound,

or, or the rights to
a patch of sand. Or a fuck.

-Are we done?
-Oh, we're done, Swann.

Across the board.

And our little arrangement,

my debt, is done.

Cause I got something
over you now.

I don't fucking care.

Translators.
-Aneel Bring Klaus?

Yes, bring Klaus.
Anyone who speaks
another language,

or who studied
a dead language really well.

I've only got law Latin.

-Oh, it's trouble.

Well, you can sneak out
for a kiss anytime,
but not when I need your help?

-Aneel, you know
I wouldn't ask--
-No, of course, I'll do it.

Thank you. I love you.
Yeah. Six o'clock.

-Mr. Bidlow.
-Oh.

Miss Adair.

Uh, what are you...

Uh, so, does Lavinia
know you're here?

I know very well that
I'm not welcome here.

No, you are. You are.
It's, it's--

It's wonderful to--

Did, did anybody see you?

You seem a bit nervous.

Well, I mean, I usually am,

but, but you're well?
No, Lord, no.

No, of course.
I'm so sorry. Um...

May I offer my most sincere
condolences about Miss Brighton?

She wouldn't have been
entertaining to your friends,

so you needn't grieve overly.

Lavinia made me do it.

She, she, she said
it would be bad for you.

-Bad for me?
-Yes, that's why I did it.

She said if I didn't,
that there would be cons--

Wait.

Wait, it wa-- It was bad.

-So, how is it bad?
-Are you making a joke of this?

You can't, you can't p--
possibly have had any deep,

emotional conn-- connection to--

Oh, no, I'm saying,
I'm saying this all wrong.

I'm saying it wrong.

I thought it was
the gentlemanly thing to do.

Murder?

-I'm sorry, what?
-Oh, you are a monster.

And you're gonna go to prison.

-I don't care how rich you are.
-What's happening?

What's happening?
I don't know what's happening.

You just confessed to
the murder of Mary Brighton,

and I made a wax
recording of it.

Ugh.

-Fuckin' prototype.
-Miss Adair.

-You are a terrible person!
-Yes, I know. I know!

But I-- I didn't kill Miss--
Can I--

Uh, I'm fine.

I was referring to the party.

It's my... awful...

I was just abominably rude.

And I've barely slept since.

When I heard what happened,
I wanted to reach out to you
in your grief,

and it just-- it seemed--
it seemed opportunistic, or--

You, you didn't kill Mary?

Is-- is that bad? Um, it's...

Of course you didn't.

You're as gentle as a blush.

But you're still terrible.

Yeah.

Tell me just anything that
I can do to make amends.

I cried,

which seems petty now
to think about, but...

I don't-- I don't have
a lot of experience with men.

Certainly not of your class,
which from what I've seen...

No, nobody is quite
as barbaric as the well-to-do.

Your Lucy had me figured out.

Miss Adair,
I would give anything

if you would erase
that day from your mind.

That's not how it works.

No.

No.

Nor should it be.

Remember my transgressions,

so that I may re-earn your trust
honestly, over time.

If we are...

If we are to be acquainted,

I shall endeavor--

No, no, no, no!
Damn acquaintance.

Acquaintance is exhausting.
I just--

I want to be your friend,
Miss Adair.

I want--
I want to become your friend.

You sent the flowers for Mary.

-Was the wreath too much?
It was, it was garish.
-No.

Do you think your sister
did the murder then?

What?

I was only askin'.

Maybe it's your tone of voice.

-How'd you get there?
-I'm Nimble.

No, I'm Nimble,

as in, "How do you do?
Nimble Jack.

-But my friends all call me--"
-You didn't answer my question.

Well, I'm wondering what
a sweet thing like you
is doing 'round here.

I'm from around here.

-They don't seem
to remember you.
-No, they did.

-What do you want?
-A drink, maybe.

Light supper?
Three Vicars does
a nice eel pie.

-Private room.

Too fast?

-You work for the Beggar King.
With.

On occasion.

One of his gang
plays the fiddle.

Gave up an address
to a belligerent widow.

Fiddler said he tried
to fight, but...

she got him pinned,
and squeezed it out of him.

Poor Declan. He really
can't find decent help.

-Which is why he'd prefer
you don't kill Odium.
Yeah.

This wasn't the King's work.
Come on.

Maladie's man shoots
the Brighton girl.

Beggar King's chief enforcer
goes after the widow.

Someone's puttin' on a show.

I need more than "someone."

Odium knows fuck all.

He's dim, bless him,
and he's in for another
thrashing.

But he's necessary
to keep the peace.

Keep appearances.

Leave Odium be,

and the opium you torched
is bygones.

Friends.

Or... common enemy.

Where is she?
-This lot,
he doesn't care about.

-Seems like they all
remember you.
-Just keep your head down.

Never have, never will.

Thank you for seeing me.

The Bidlows are old friends.

Lavinia and I may not
see eye-to-eye on everything,

but she doesn't waste her time
with trifling people.

I think she regards you
quite highly.

I owe her a great deal.
Everyone at The Orphanage does.

Forgive me.
I did read about your girl,
Miss Brighton.

I suspect you've had
all the condolences
you have room for,

so may I offer you a sherry?

Bit early, but...

And may I also offer

a conjecture?

You think that I had something
to do with your friend's death.

Did you? It would save me
such a lot of time.

I'm going to have to
disappoint you, I'm afraid.

No one at the club is vying
for credit either,

though I will keep an ear out.

Appreciated.

But, what I could really use
is your perspective,

as a military man and a powerful
member of the established order.

Whoever did have
Mary Brighton killed was
making a public statement.

Like stepping on stage
and murdering six people.

-A different message.
-The same messenger.

That gunman, Kroos.

-Well, he's taken care of.
-Shame.

He might have talked.

You killed her.
Let's say.

If you'll indulge me,

I've found this
a useful exercise.

Let's assume it wasn't Maladie
or an erstwhile lover,

but someone with
a broader view.

You'll take the part of the
mastermind behind Mary's death.

And you'll be
the irate inspector?

I'll be Mary.

Why would you want me dead?

I doubt that I do.

I'm not entirely clear
what your "turn" is.

A beacon of some sort?

Anyway benign,
and you're an
inoffensive woman.

No history of radicalism,
I assume.

So why me?

Why not kill that widow,
Mrs. True?

She's a willful creature,

and the leader
of this motley coven.

Which means
she must have enemies.

Her death might be tragic,
but perhaps not unexpected.

You, on the other hand,
are a pure

and blameless woman.

And all in white, no less.

A statuesque beauty
with a mass of auburn hair

and great shining eyes...

Christ, I'm not just a beacon.

I genuinely resemble
a lighthouse.

It isn't just a warning.

It's about hope.

It's about pulling
the heart out of the orphans.

I would think so.

In fact, I would say,

Miss Brighton,

that you are a casualty of war.

So we're at war.

A few years back,

a pestilence ran
through this city.

Some anarchic cabal

found or developed
a power that mocks God.

That molests and disfigures
His natural law.

It was an attack on
the stability, the harmony,

if you will, of the empire.

And we must show the victims
of this deliberate plague

that they are not special.
They are not a community.

Victims is all they have
license to be.

If I am your killer revealed,

behold the lion,

Great Britain.

An empire unparalleled

and unmerciful in
its self-preservation.

My enemy is England.

-Well, that narrows it down.
Thank God I came.
-I said your killer.

Your enemy, Miss Brighton,

is the scum
who caused this plague,

the fools who call it power,

and the woman
who should have known

what would happen
to you in that park.

Unless, of course,

she did.

So, he confessed
without confessing.

It was honestly impressive.

I should have worn
your recording frame.

But he didn't give up
his source.

He never flat-out said.

Even if we had proof,
Massen knows we couldn't
touch him.

-I could touch him.
-Oh, please tell me we're not
havin' this talk again.

No. Even if he gave the order,

he's part of something
much bigger.

Pull out one piece,
it would be replaced in a day.

And damn it, it's wrong.

He's a human being
who's alive, damn it.

We still need a response.

If we let murder slide,
it will only slide down.

Whatever's next will be worse.

Even I know that's true.

Well, some of the lads say
he has a warehouse

full of munitions
we could torch.

-Hmm.
-I don't think there's
anyone in there at night.

He deserves much worse,
but it would be a start.

All in favor?

You fuckin' idiot.

You might as well
have marched in
the House of Lords

and had a slash!

Superintendent's had an earful.

I was pursuing a lead.

Unless Maladie was havin'
tea in that club,

Superintendent don't want to hear it.

Mundi! Get in here!

It'll be fine.

-Can I have your desk?
-You can cop a mouse.

Shh... shh...

-Let him go.
-But he lies about me.

He'll stop.

And, and he'll resign,
and, and he'll never

-bother you again--
-Oh, now you're lying!
I heard you wouldn't.

And, whoa, the papers!

They say I killed Mary.
They call me crazy.

I never did it.

I only kill angels.
Mostly.

I liked Mary so much.

She was gonna be my pet,
and sleep on my belly.

-You were gonna hang her.
-Well, we had a lot of plans.

She talked about the detective
who was smart, and honest.

And she didn't marry him
because he was sad.

For Mary's sake, will you--

-Will you let him live?
-Oh, she doesn't have
a sake, love.

She's dead.
She's all cold in that box.

Everyone crying as they
lowered it in the hole,

singin' about the workday,
and what.

Y-- You were there?

Of course.

I was in the box.

I had a little cuddle.

But she smelled different.

And I will not believe
that was her favorite dress.

What do you want?

I want everyone to stop lying.

Can you see to that?

I will try.

I have to think about
my reputation.

Things never come back
when they go away.

-Ha!
In here! Now!

Oh, Christ.

Oh, no!

That's a form of lying!

No!

Mundi.

Fuck, it's her! It's Maladie!

He fucking got her!

Right. Not so scary now--

All right.

-Hey.

Justice.

She gets justice from us.

I'll have badge and balls
off any man who tries that.

She gets justice from us.

Okay, everybody.

Ready?

Okay.

Right. Myrtle?

-Nice and loud.

Myrtle.

A little slower.

Uh...

Again?

Um, uh...

I know it!

The darkness.

Dark. Um, uh, before the dark?

Uh, come before the dark.

Sí, sí.

Was that near the end?

-Again.

My mate said the warehouse--
Yeah.

It's that one.

And the entrance
is on the far side.

And that lot?

I promised Penance.

-Because it's your turn again!
-No, it ain't my turn
to get the cup.

-I always got to get the cup.
-Just do what you're told,
all right?

-If the foreman finds out
we've left...

-Do you hear that?

Bloody hell.
What the blazes is that?

Do you ever think maybe
Penance is frightening?

And what were you gonna do?
Hand 'em a daisy?

-Stay outside.
-I'm the one with the fire.

And we need to make sure
no one goes up in it.

Your funeral.

-No one.
-Looks good.

Due to ship out at dawn.

I'd like to see his face.

Let's open a couple.
Make sure we have
the right shipment.

You sure the guards
are still sleepin'?

We have time.

Yeah. No, I just have
that-- that feeling.

Lucy.

Open the crate.

Well, now we know why
the war isn't going better.

They swore
they were weapons, True.

They must be workin' for...

-How'd you cop it?
-It was the rippling.

Your talk of Massen's hunting.
His trophies.

You'd have to have been
in his study to call that up.

I might have missed it
if I hadn't seen it twice.

-My clapper of a mouth.
-And then this perfectly
convenient plan.

Warehouse of munitions
no one's really guarding?

Christ,
it was all already there.

The questions, the absences,

the money you swore
you didn't steal so
we'd assume you did.

-I figured that'd
get a bit tired.
-You clean my study,

but you can't make
your own bed.
I am such an idiot.

I didn't know what they
was plannin' for Mary.

-I swear.
-What else would
they have ever done,

after you told them
Mary was a beacon?

-What do you want, True?
-I want it to be someone else!

I want it to be Harriet,
or Jo.

Or the one who does,
she... Helen.

-Maud.
-The one who does
the cartwheels. Fuck!

You were the first woman,
the first woman

to walk through those doors!

The one I could lean on
instead of protecting,

that understood the world

-the way that I do.
-You don't know fuck
about the world.

All your war stories.

You don't know which war.
Oh, oh, it's awful.

'Cause you've left bodies
on the field,

and you're all damaged.

I broke my son to pieces.

I held my baby,
and it killed him.

And it wasn't sudden
like I said.

The breaks, they were sudden.

But he... he held on.

And he screamed.

He screamed longer than I did
pushin' him out...

'fore his heart gave.

So you tell me, are we sisters?

It's been three years since
I've touched another person.

And Massen,
he says he'll find a cure.

Of course he tells you that.

And what are you telling us?

A better world?

How many of your precious
orphans would be lining up

to be free of your better world

if they had half a chance?

It wasn't supposed
to be like this.

I don't know what happened.

How do you know
how it's supposed to be?

Did you do this?

Did you make this nightmare?

I just got left behind.

'Course you got left behind.
What good are you?

You, a leader?

You're out whoring
when your girls need--

Your boss told me today
that we're at war.

I didn't start it.

I didn't even volunteer.
But he's right.

I hope he told you what happens
to spies during wartime.

Is that what this is?

There's rules of engagement.

And not just you
needing to take your
failure out on someone.

You think Penance will
forgive you for this?

You think Mary would?

-And that's where you lose me.

You're finished in London.
Forever.

Annie and I will put you
on a boat and you'll stay on it

until you're well
and fucking gone.

And you'll tell me
everything you know.

Everything. Yes?

Where are the real munitions?

A fire? Oh, no!

-Foreman
It's everywhere.
-How?

My men were just
doing the rounds.

Everything exploded,
and it was, it was chaos!

Was anyone
at the factory harmed?

No, it was the factory, the--

Foreman
Luckily no one was hurt.

The Paul Street
storage building.

I see.

This wasn't the plan.

Well, it was your plan,
wasn't it?

I'm just your instrument.

I've always been
your instrument.

Why won't you play me?

Why?

I still can't make sense of it.

-Lucy.
-We should have seen it
a long time ago.

I just hope she's the only one.

Losing her the same day
we buried M--

Anyway, I'm grateful
you spared her life.

I didn't.

You did.

That idiotic pin.

She could have gotten away,
but she wouldn't leave
without it.

That was always my plan,
of course.

She said I had no idea what
anyone is going through here.

I hate that she's right.

But I can't...
get close to them.

Lucy's proof of that.

She shows her face
in London again though,

it'll take more than a piece
of jewelry to save her.

So, um,
a bigger piece of jewelry?

A belt, maybe, or a hat?

True, I can't make her
a whole outfit.

You are the strangest
person I've ever met.

It's why you're the one I trust.

Augie Bidlow's Touched.

Birds. He sort of controls them.

I'll be damned.

Do you think that's why
Lavinia took up the cause?

He's certain she doesn't know.

I think he's afraid to tell her.

But he's not afraid to tell you.

-You're here!

-They're here!
-We are here.

-You won't believe it.
-Myrtle, what's wrong?

No, it's not wrong at all.

Harriet, tell them.
It was mostly Harriet
that worked it out.

I helped with the French,
though.

Harriet, please.

I'm sorry, it...
I don't want to say it wrong.

And it, it wasn't me.
It was Myrtle.

Myrtle understood Mary's song.
Mostly.

Even Mary didn't know
what her songs meant...

She always said.

Some of it was more
about emotion than...

Or emotion plus semantics,

but she remembered a lot.
She just didn't know
how to tell us.

Myrtle.

-What did she say?
-Uh, she said,
"You're not alone."

-Well, I think we could
all feel that--
-You, Mrs. True.

She said it to you.

She said,
"Amalia, my lonely soldier."

Um, something about
wearing stripes.

But that part...

But she said,
"I didn't leave you.

"I went into,
in-inside the city.

I was damaged..."
uh, "incomplete?

"I had to heal.

-Soon we will all be ready..."
-Oh, that part was me.

"But it's dark.
There's a darkness."

She said to-to everyone,
all of us,

to gather,

-and protect each other.

Because of the dark.

And was there more?

Uh, "Find me.

"Let them help, those who will,

but come below and find me."

Um...

"Come before the dark,
and we can save..."

It ended there. That's when...

Those aren't Mary's words,
are they?

That was someone else
talking through her.

That's right.

Then who?

Who do we need to find?