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For ages the homeland of the fae

remained free until the
empires of men arrived.

In the midst of that conflict,

two souls found an unexpected love.

It's that Pix you've been doting on.

I'm not the only one
with a secret, am I?

She'll die for you.

She loves you.

I've seen what's coming.

If you love her,

you won't give her the choice to.

Where to, Inspector?

The Row, as we have
a killer on the loose.

Ladies who found her said
she was Aisling Querelle.

She was taken by a great evil.

Neither man nor fae.

Why do you care so bloody much?

What's this strange
affinity you have for 'em?

You know you don't have
to come here every day.

Could've just as easily been me
behind them bars instead of you.

Darius!

You okay?

I'm fine.

All right, I'm all yours.

Stop her, you maggots!

Name.

Vignette. Vignette Stonemoss.

Tourmaline.

Gods, you don't know, do you?

Know what?

You're alive.

I never meant to hurt you.

You destroyed me.

I can't go back to that fucking house.

You won't let me work here.

What else is there?

They call themselves the Black Raven.

The law of the city is not ours.

It does not protect us.

Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.

I will never forgive myself

if this Black Raven
shit gets you killed.

Where have you been? Not
on Carnival Row, I trust?

Well, of course not.

You're the chancellor's son, Jonah.

You can't give your father's
enemies any ammunition.

Who's that?

Longerbane's daughter Sophie.

A great tide of anger
is rising in this city.

Its good people have had enough!

You're Jonah Breakspear.

Suppose it was inevitable that our paths

would cross sooner or later.

I've been brought in to tutor you.

Whatever they're paying
you, I'll double it.

Don't think

you can pay me to lie for you.

Is the master of the house available?

I'm master here.

I sensed that you lack

a proper invitation to society here.

And you smelled a bargain to be made.

There must be a limit to
what he can ask of you!

Of course.

You are quite unlike anyone

I've ever met, Mr. Agreus.

Get out of the bed.

Imogen.

Agreus, we have to go,
we have to leave now.

- We're being signaled.
- Ignore them.

Let them chase us if they'd like.

What course shall we set?

Somewhere far away.

I know who you are.

Is she still alive?

Time is running out. Go.

Your scars.

You're half fae.

I still can't believe it.

A half-blood.

Passing right under our noses.

Bring him in.

Rycroft Philostrate,

you're under arrest.

Do you ever think about Tirnanoc?

All the time.

I wish I'd never left.

Wait.

I didn't kill my mother.

I didn't even know who she was.

I can ask you, Father.

You're not Krik.

I've decided that I'm no longer in need

of an arts and letters tutor.

I understand, sir.

But I am in need of an honest man.

Sir?

Special advisor to the chancellor.

Thank you.

Honorable leader of the opposition,

- will you stand with me?
- I will.

- You have to go back to the Row.
- Why?

All Critch are to be
sequestered to the Row.

Just Critch, mate, move along.

I am Critch.

- Did you hear that?
- Yeah. What was it?

I don't know.

Something moving.

Ah...

It's just pigeons, mate. Come on.

All right! All right!

Pipe down, you horrible lot!

Your Uncle Boz has got a
special treat for you tonight.

Who wants to see a fucking
copper get what's coming to him?

I give you Rycroft

Philostrate!

You fucking copper!

Well, hold on. Hold on a bit.

Our champions here are worn out.

Wouldn't be fair to
make them fight a copper

all by themselves, now, would it?

A fucking Trow? That wasn't
part of the agreement.

No. But technically within the rules.

And those still apply to you, copper.

But if you're feeling
fragile, you can forfeit.

Come on. What's it gonna be, then?

Fight or flight?

Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Oi!

Vignette!

You all right?

Come on, then.

Stop! Don't you move.

Aah!

Aah!

Oi, slag!

Fucking half-blood.

Up here!

Hurry!

- It's the Black Raven!
- We have to stop her.

Don't let her get away! Shoot her.

Aah!

Aah!

- There's more over here.
- Take as much as you can carry.

I'll check the next car.

Critch cunt!

You cowardly little piece of shite.

- Don't.
- He was gonna shoot me in the back.

We agreed. No killing.

Phaedra.

Fucking claw him, Geza!

Oh, fuck!

Yeah!

You fucking wank!

Aah!

You'll pay up. Fair's fair.

We didn't bet for money.

Take the guilders and piss off.

We had a deal.

Deal was...

if I won, you do me a favor.

A special favor.

Or does Boz Ghaidos

welch on his deals now?!

All right, all right. Show's over.

Uh, Philostrate is the winner.

And I'll honor our agreement.

Fair's fair.

Tomorrow at noon, Former Inspector.

Stay still!

What do you think Dahlia
will do when she finds out

we went raiding without her say-so?

Don't know. I was
concentrating on not dying.

- She's not gonna like it.
- You know what?

I don't give a damn what Dahlia likes.

People are in pain, they need medicine,

we went out and got it.

She wants to make a fuss
about that, fuck her.

Right. We did the right thing.

She'll understand.

I'll take it to her.

I, uh,

I have to get back.

Sorry, I... I'm sorry.

You did good work today, girl.

Not good enough.

A few bags of anodyne can't
cure the Bás Dubh, can it?

It eases their suffering.

For today, that's enough.

How many more of them came in?

Five since yesterday.

You Pix don't take well to
these conditions, do you?

Well, we're meant to fly.

Not wallow in the shite
like a bunch of leggers.

Saving your presence.

It's a small mercy this sickness
only touches your people.

If it were the fauns who were suffering,

you'd tend to us. I know it.

- No. No.
- Come on.

Poor souls.

She's his chosen?

Kaine and Oona chose each
other along with three others.

A month ago, the five of
them were talking about

how many children they'd have.

You're such a pain in
my ass. You know that?

You too.

Now there's only two left.

Once Oona's gone, Kaine will be alone.

I heard you did a bit
of flying last night.

How you doing?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Except for my friends
doing raids without me.

Soon. When you're better.

Good. It's miserable in here.

Lying about, nothing to do.

She won't take them.

What? Why?

Because, in case you've forgotten,

I'm a Black Raven.

So I can stand a bit of pain

when there ain't enough
medicine to go around.

I'm hardly the worst
off here. I'll be fine.

If either of you even think
about calling me brave,

I shall smack you.

Love, have mercy.

We've had a long night.

We robbed a train, you know.

All right.

I'll leave you be.

For now.

You all right?

Couple of scratches, that's all.

Oh, but you got worse.

- Look at you.
- I got what I was after.

If Darius knew what you
were doing for him...

I owe him.

You done with the fighting, then?

If Boz keeps his word.

You got the medicine?

So we're both done, then.

Oh, that medicine won't last a week.

And there's another
supply train in two days.

They'll be ready for
you if you try again.

I don't like that.

How many Pix came here
because I told them

we'd be safe in the Burgue?

The world's falling
apart and I can't just

sit at home and do nothing.

I know.

Good.

Now, if you don't mind,

I could do with a bath.

Yeah.

I wasn't gonna say anything, but...

Ah, fuck off. You need one more than me.

- Yeah, probably.
- No, honestly,

you really do stink.
Go on, get in there.

Ladies first.

Hm.

These wings won't wash themselves.

Please, please don't.

My home. My home.

This is an absolute outrage.

You can't take it all, surely.

How are we going to live?

My friends,

you came here today to
witness justice being done.

Yes, justice!

I stand before you

not just as your chancellor...

but as a grieving son.

These are the Puck

who killed Absalom and Piety Breakspear.

My parents.

My father was a great man.

A generous and civilized man.

Like so many of us,

he welcomed Critch
refugees into his city.

Even into his home.

He gave them food,

work and shelter.

He believed in the fundamental decency

of every living being.

And his kindness

was repaid with treachery and murder.

Bloody dog, you!

These Critch extremists

took my mother and father from me.

But they took something more from you.

They took your chancellor.

A great leader.

And his wife,

my mother,

the gentle heart of our nation.

I couldn't have killed your mother.

- I was in prison!
- She was a loving

- wife and mother who never harmed anyone.
- Jonah, you know this can't be true!

She was murdered.

- Brutally.
- Oh, Hidden One,

reveal yourself to your servants.

The Martyr only knows what
was done with her body.

I am unable even to lay her to rest.

As a grieving son, as my father's son,

my instinct is to try to understand,

to answer savagery with mercy.

Show mercy, please.

But as chancellor, it is
my duty to uphold the law.

- No!
- To protect our precious nation.

- Right! Go on!
- To send a... a message

to any Critch considering sedition.

Do you still get your
jollies on the Row?

We are a nation under attack,

from within and without.

Hey! Tell them about that Pix you f...

Yes! Come on!

Come on! Rip their horns off!

Fucking animals!

They abduct our women!

They take our women, Chancellor!

My father was forgiving.

And it cost him his life.

His son will not make the same mistake.

Long live the chancellor!

Long live the chancellor!

Long live the chancellor!

Chancellor, a moment, if I may.

- What now, Mr. Millworthy?
- Strong words back there.

Your father would've been, um...

... well,

I was just wondering if
you'd had time to consider

the conversation we had yesterday.

No. I have not had time.

The Pact ambassador arrives tomorrow.

Critch terrorists are
getting bolder by the day.

A gang of them just
robbed a cargo train.

I-I have not slept properly in weeks.

And now I'm ordering heads sliced off

in the slim hope of sending a message.

I'm in no mood for another lecture.

No, no. No lecture.

Uh, I just want to let you know

that arrangements have been made...

Enough! I'm not making any sort of

official visit to the Row.

Well, with respect, the
guards have been working

without respite for several weeks.

So, u-uh, just a short
visit from their chancellor,

it would boost morale.

Obviously, Mr. Millworthy,

I'm not a clever fellow like you.

But if I were a clever fellow,

I'd wonder if this
was all a ruse of yours

to get me to the Row

so I could see the
conditions there for myself.

And perhaps even be
moved to change my mind.

- Hmm?
- No.

No, that would be absurd.

Um, there's absolutely
no intention of, um...

- No?
- No.

Good.

If there's a problem with morale,

give the men a double brandy ration.

- Tourmaline.
- Ah.

- How you doing?
- Yeah, good.

Good. I still got a
little pile stashed away,

so, you know, I'll manage.

And it seems you found new work.

Stone's throw away from
the old one, no less.

Teaching the little ones to read.

Doesn't pay as much as the old work,

but what can you do,

with all the culls the
other side of the wall?

Mm. I wonder if they're missing us.

- Wankers.
- "Wankers" is the right word.

Excuse... Sorry.

Do you m...

What is this all about?

It's a present.

A gift from the chancellor.

To the fine people of the Row.

That's disgusting!

You can't come in...

"Can't," is it?

Don't you "can't" me, Critch.

Please...

Officer, our children have
no business seeing this.

Look, missus, if you've
got any complaints,

if any of you have got any complaints,

you can go talk to him about it.

Longerbane...

We are still being ordered about

by a chit of a girl, Marlow.

I won't stand for it.

It's been three months

since Longerbane went to the Martyr.

She'll be out of mourning soon.

Just in time for a leadership election.

- You'll see.
- Damn right.

Planning to throw your hat in the ring?

If young Breakspear's policies
don't ruin us all first.

Someone's got to stop him.

A steady hand at the tiller.

When all's said and done,
politics is a man's job.

The mewling brat will
probably be glad to go back

to playing with her dollies.

Chancellor, I must insist

we discuss the new tariffs.

Our ports cannot sustain
this additional taxation.

Gentlemen, may I have a moment

with the leader of the opposition?

Sure you don't need a chaperone, sir?

She looks ready to hit
you with her handbag.

Thank you, Winetrout,
I'm sure I'll manage.

You handled yourself brilliantly.

And dishonestly.

Those Puck didn't kill my parents.

Well, they certainly intended to.

It was grubby, Sophie.
I felt like a swine.

It was a show of strength.

A decisive one.

And well-timed.

The Pact ambassador
will be here tomorrow...

... and there are already whispers

amongst both our parties.

Whispers?

Neither of us is safe,
Jonah. You know that.

We inherited our seats, not our power.

Once the mourning period has passed,

my party will challenge my leadership.

And so will yours.

Perhaps they ought to.

I never asked for any of this.

Do you believe you can
yet become a greater man

than your father? I do.

I should never have told you
about that damned prophecy.

Besides, I'm not his real son, am I?

Absalom Breakspear was your father.

In every way that mattered.

You sound just like my mother!

There is greatness in you, Jonah.

I see it.

And so will the rest of them.

When you're ready.

Keep moving.

Ah.

Beg your pardon, sir.

Uh, chancellor's man. Let him pass.

Thank you.

Let me help you.

Ah, thank you.

There you go.

Hello.

Mr. Erodan. Pleasure to see you again.

No! Wait.

No!

Philo.

- He's not coming.
- I tried.

If he could see for himself

the damage his policies are doing...

He'd have a sudden change of heart?

It's a bit late for that.

Your half brother is still
capable of doing good.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you actually like the cunt.

Men can change, Philo, and I
still hold out hope for him.

No. We have to do something.

All right. Well, what
have you got in mind?

He's only in the job 'cause he's
Breakspear's eldest son, right?

Except he's not, is he?

I am.

You're not telling me you're
gonna make this public?

You're insane, Philo.

No one will believe you. And
besides, they'd never elect

a half-Pix bastard as Chancellor.

Of course.

But the scandal...

That'll destroy him.

Whoever comes next can hardly be worse.

Well, I wouldn't put a bet on that.

Outing yourself, Philo,
is suicidally foolish.

It's deranged, it...

All right.

Have you decided how
you're gonna do this?

I'm open to suggestions.

Well, there is only
one possible solution.

That is, to make it public
with the right audience.

So...

Oh.

Martyr.

There's a state banquet

in honor of the Pact ambassador.

- When?
- Tomorrow.

You'll help?

I don't want you getting
in trouble on my account.

I'm already in trouble.

At least this way I get to choose

what kind of trouble I'm in.

Tomorrow, then.

Here ya are!

Hurry, hurry. Let's go!

All you got to do is touch the door.

What are you so afraid of?

- I ain't afraid.
- Then do it.

No!

Do it, do it, do it!

Come back here, you randy little maggot.

I'm going home to my wife.

I am your wife, you daft sod.

Where have you been, then?

Busy. What's it to you?

Well, Dahlia's away,

and the others want to honor you...

with deagh-nós.

Fuck off.

The train made us heroes,

and it was your idea.

You deserve it.

Me? Deagh-nós?

Dahlia would never allow it.

Well, like I said, she's not here.

And when it's done,
she can't take it back.

So...

you want our respect or not?

Morr meach mite.

Morr meach mite.

Morr meach mite.

Morr meach mite.

Morr meach mite.

Morr meach mite.

Go behind my back again,

and I'll clip your
wings, you little cunt.

Try me.

Stay still!

It hurts.

Yeah, well, that's what you get

for joining the Black Raven.

Nobody forced you.

You made the introduction.

Yes, because you asked.

Funny way to show respect, isn't it?

Ritual torture. Still...

if that's their idea of a good time,

I'm not judging them.

Yes, you are.

All right, maybe a little bit.

So, what's your idea of
a good time these days?

- Hmm?
- I mean...

I just feel like I
haven't seen you in ages.

Do you ever get that
sort of sick feeling

that something really,
really awful is gonna happen?

Mm. Mm.

Yeah, like what Philo's gonna
do to me when he sees this.

Yeah, precisely.

Sorry. I didn't mean to be an ass rack.

Come on, what's the story?

Oh, you know, just standard
doom, gloom and inner torment.

You're done.

Are you all right?

Me? Right as rain.

Hmm.

In case you forgot, I
can read you like a book.

So tell me what's wrong
or I'm gonna worry.

I'm not the one robbing trains,
so maybe you should focus

that worry on yourself.

Mm.

Another round?

Uh...

It's a bit late for me.
Some other time, maybe.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Morr faélar isteag mit.

Morr faélar isteag mit.

Oi, Anders!

All right.

On my way.

What's the matter with you?

Sorry? Wh-What?

- My cat!
- What?

Why would you do that?

I-I don't know...

- What the fuck?
- Rycroft Philostrate?

- Yes?
- You're coming with us.

- And what's the charge?
- Being a fucking Critch.

Open the gate!

Thank you, lads. You can go.

It's nice to see you again...

Inspector.

Sorry about the rough-and-tumble.

No. No, you know me, Berwick.

I love a surprise.

No fuckin' way.

Have you lost your damn mind?

If you'll excuse us.

You filthy Critch lover.

Always a pleasure to see you, lads.

So, what's this all about, then?

We're in a bit of a spot.

- Thought maybe you could help.
- With what?

- Let's get out of here.
- Let's leave them to it.

Well, that's a new one.

Barbed wire.

Flywire.

Same we've got covering the Row.

Victim was Lieutenant Anders
of the Fifth Engineers.

- Heard of him?
- Should I have?

He was stationed on a supply train

that got robbed last night.

Is that so?

Whoever it was must
have remembered his face

and come back to finish the job.

Only one type of Critch I know
that could fly him up there.

You think a Pix did this?

Black Raven, to be specific.

Who else?

They're rubbing our faces in it.

Laughing at us.

Could be.

Could well be.

But what for?

You're the proper
inspector. You tell me.

What's your game, then,

- bringing me in here?
- No game.

They kicked you out
because of what you are.

But to my mind, what you
are is a brilliant inspector.

Best I've ever worked with.

That's all that matters, to me.

If I turn snitch,

how long do you think
I'd last in the Row?

Well, I heard you can hold your own.

You used to wear that uniform.

Sorry, Berwick.

- There's a wife, and two kids.
- I can't help you.

If we don't find out who did this,

the army will start
cracking heads on the Row.

And there's nothing
I can do to stop them.

Since when did you care about the fae?

Since someone I care about became one.

You have got to be fucking joking.

What is he doing here?

He's the only eyes and ears
we got their side of the wall.

"We"? He's fucking Critch.

- He isn't one of us.
- He never fucking was.

Letting him out of his pen?

You've lost it.

You want to watch yourself.

Now, Dombey...

Still a credit to the uniform, I see.

- Oi! Oi!
- Easy.

He can help us catch whoever did this.

Oi! Get over here.

Get over here!

Take this Critch back where he belongs.

Come on, let's go.

♪ All is quiet ♪

♪ All is well ♪

♪ Fear not the dark of night ♪

♪ Thou dost not slumber ♪

♪ All alone ♪

♪ I am here ♪

♪ Till morning light ♪

Ezra?

♪ An unrequited love dost cut ♪

♪ Much sharper than a knife ♪

♪ Our own hearts'
blood whilst flow into ♪

♪ The next enchanted life ♪♪

Agreus!

Is everything all right, dear sister?

Sorry, did I... I kick you?

No.

- Are you well?
- Yes. I'm fine.

Should I wear the pink or the
green dress today, my love?

Miss Imogen, please.

Agreus, don't be such a fusspot.

You've seen my underthings before.

Well, I know I have,
but the crew hasn't.

What happens if our steward walks in?

Do you prefer me in pink or green?

I prefer you...

Hmm.

... in something new.

Your wardrobe is getting a
little threadbare, my dear.

- I don't mind.
- When we get to shore,

I'll have them make you
a whole new wardrobe.

We'll engage the finest seamstress.

- Whatever you desire.
- I don't want to be spoiled.

Well, I want to spoil you.

It isn't the dress that matters.

It's who takes it off me.

One of these days, Miss Imogen...

... we must make port.

We've stopped in four ports so far.

- And never set foot on land.
- Well, we don't need to.

They bring us everything
we need out to us in boats.

Except our dignity.

Imogen.

I grow tired of running.

I see.

- Do you?
- Yes.

Because here's what I
see: you are a fine lady,

and I am a rich man.

We have every right to
build a home together.

A real home, where I can
shower you with fripperies.

We could live anywhere,
anywhere you want.

You name it, we'll set sail.

It'll work out splendidly.

Splendid when we're alone, perhaps.

You care so much about
what strangers think.

No. No, I don't, but I just...

What we have here is
simple, and I like it.

- You have no maids.
- I don't mind.

- My own clothes are stained.
- I don't mind.

There are weevils in the bread.

But we're free here, Agreus.

It's as if all my life, I've
been living in a kind of...

maze...

surrounded by walls I couldn't see.

Until one day, I just...

stepped right through them.

Can't we stay at sea a little longer?

A little longer.

For as long as you like.

Forever, if that's what you want.

Now...

shall we have breakfast?

Yes.

Weevils be damned.

Raise the mast!

- What's happening?
- Airship! Incoming!

Captain!

By the Martyr...

The markings are queer,

but she's a Pactish
dreadnaught, or I'm a Trow.

Pactish airship out this far?

Aye, Mr. Astrayon, they're
signaling us to follow.

Can we outrun them?

She can make double our speed!

Incoming!

- Starboard side!
- Take cover!

Shall I change course
and follow her, sir?

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