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Darius?

I've got a plan to open the Row.

You? A half-blood bastard?

You're looking at the
half-blood bastard son

of Absalom Breakspear.

Incoming!

You may call me Leonora.

Why have I been left here?

I'm sure you'll find out soon, ziska.

Agreus?

Cover! Attention!

Major Vir, is it not?

Well, I would like to
talk to you discreetly.

I believe I can persuade
the chancellor to send aid

to the Pact in its battle
against the New Dawn.

This contract increases

your ownership stake in my factory

by a considerable amount.

It's a dark magic.

She breathed something into me.

Suddenly it was like I
was inside someone else.

Did you know about
the Black Raven's plan?

It was my plan.

You need to come quick.

They killed Dahlia and Bolero.

How the hell'd they get 'em up there?

Still playing detective, then.

Crime's been committed.
Police'll have to investigate.

Heads on spikes, again.

The police probably did this.

Philo!

Here, keep 'em back, lads.

Ah, that's a nasty business.

It's fucked.

So what do you reckon?

Happened sometime between
3:00 and 4:00 in the morning.

Guards probably saw something,
but they won't talk, not to me.

- Right.
- Berwick!

Collared our man already?

We sent for your lot hours ago.

What, before breakfast?

Look, lads, someone's made
a mess on our lovely wall.

No one's gone anywhere near it.

Preserved the scene.

You mean this scene? This
crime scene right here?

Careful, Sarge.

You don't want to destroy any
important evidence, now do we?

In a couple of hours,
this'll be all over the Row.

Well, we can't have that, can we?

When word gets out
police came, did nothing,

it'll get nasty.

Well, the Black Raven should
have thought about that

before they tried to
kill the chancellor.

- What?
- Last night.

A gang of them tried to slit
young Breakspear's throat.

That's not what I heard.

Well, I was there.

I took one of them down myself.

So whoever did this did us a favor.

Fuck them.

Fuck off.

Let's go, lads.

Who the hell does this
Philostrate think he is?

The only good Critch is a dead Critch.

Ain't that right, lads?

Eh?

Watch it!

It's him.

- He killed Oona.
- Don't. Not here.

Like I'll get another chance.

You'll only get yourself killed.

She wouldn't want that.

Come on, lads.

Thatch!

- Point made.
- Sorry, Philo.

But you can't fix this
by following the rules.

Rules weren't made for us.

Go on.

Get 'em down.

They deserve a proper send-off.

The fae are getting enraged.
It's not safe for you here now.

Chancellor's man?

Yes, but I had to speak to you.

Listen. Last night, Lady
Fortune smiled on us.

- We got lucky.
- Lucky how?

The chancellor was humiliated.

He was mortified.

He may even topple from power

without you having to stick
your neck out, so let's wait.

No more talk about making
your lineage public.

There's no time to wait.

Yeah.

But last night I got a new idea.

One that may force open the
gates of the Row even sooner.

- Explain.
- No.

I don't want you to be involved.

If it succeeds, you'll see the results.

But, um...

if I fail and get arrested,

well, we'll go back
to your original plan.

So you came all this way to
ask me to keep my trap shut.

No.

To ask you to trust me.

I'll keep my trap shut.

For now.

Good man. Thank you.

Come along. Inside we go.

Last night, our inner sanctum
was attacked by fanatics.

But crude and violent
though their methods were,

we are not blind to the
suffering of the fae folk

on Carnival Row.

We bring food, medicine.

The Burgue will always
reach out its hand

to the helpless and humble.

It's not a human disease.

Only the Pix can catch it.

All the same, I'd rather
not take that chance.

He's gone.

Here. I hope these help.

Thank you.

There are more of these
where they came from,

I assure you.

Thank you, my dear.

It's as if you were sent
by the Martyr himself.

This will not be forgotten.

The Burgue will do
everything in its power

to ease the suffering here.

Miss, please.

- Can you help my baby, miss?
- No.

- She needs medicine, too.
- Sorry.

Please.
- I...

Sorry, I...

Please, miss, please.

Please don't let my baby die.

Madam, please hold still.

We must capture this moment.

And...

Philo? Philo.

Come here.

You're gonna think I've
gone completely barmy.

What is it?

Have you been having...

odd dreams and visions
and that sort of thing?

What?

No.

Shit.

We were both there when the
Haruspex breathed her last,

so I just thought you might...

No?

Never mind.

Spit it out.

All right.

Everyone knew that old
witch had the sight.

Right? Now, I think

that when she died, she...

she did something to me.

I saw the two Black Raven die.

In a vision.

A vision?

I didn't think it was real.

Not until I saw those heads
on the wall this morning

and I realized what I saw was...

I saw them get attacked

on a church spire.

There was this...

hideous gargoyle.

And then, when I woke up,

my hands were covered in rabbit's guts.

And if that wasn't disgusting enough,

yesterday, it was a poor cat.

Right after I'd seen this
military man getting jumped.

You had a vision of a
military man getting jumped?

Thank you, Philo.

I realize I'm completely insane.

Army soldier.

Outside a brick barracks

across the river?

How do you know that?

Tell me everything you saw.

Major Vir.

Thank you for meeting.

Mr. Millworthy.

Let me be brief.

The weapons your government wants,

well, they can have them.

In a matter of weeks, not months,

if necessary.

All you have to do is ask.

And you'd be prepared
to broker this deal?

Your ambassador spoke of the need

to prevent an unnatural alliance
between fae and human cultures.

I find I agree,

and I wish to offer my assistance.

Curious.

I had been given to understand

that you've spent your
short political career

advocating for the rights of the fae.

Dear me, huh?

I must get better spies.

I assure you,

there is no ulterior motive.

With respect, Mr. Millworthy,

if you plan to last long in politics,

I advise you to develop
an ulterior motive.

Preferably two or three.

Yes. Perhaps I should.

Very well.

I'll bring your...

offer to my ambassador.

Don't let me down, Mr. Millworthy.

They won't investigate.

But I will.

You know, I've always
respected the Black Raven.

Yeah, they're flashy
fuckers, but efficient.

And they knew how to
keep to their patch.

Glad they got a decent send-off.

Good.

Then you won't mind helping me out.

No. No more favors. I
don't work with police.

I'm not police. Not anymore.

But you're asking me to
get a message to a copper.

Constable Berwick, yeah.
He's one of the good ones.

And you wonder why
everyone in here hates you.

Listen, mate. You know what I do?

I run a gang. Dress it up how you like,

but that's what it comes down to.

The Black Raven... they're a gang.

I respect that.

But coppers...

you're a gang, too.

Just bigger and meaner.

But you?

You go around pretending you're not.

Your head's still in the gang,

but the rest of you's stuck
in here with the rest of us.

This is not about me.

Do you not give a fuck
what happens to the Row?

I'm a businessman, Mr. Philostrate,

and what the Black Raven just did

was very, very bad for business.

Good luck to them. But
she got what was coming.

Nobody deserves to die like that.

They knew the risks.

Pulling that stunt in
front of the chancellor.

Made him look weak.
He can't let that go.

They were asking for help.

Then they're idiots.

The only help any of us lot are
ever gonna get from the Burgue

is more boots up our
arses. Which reminds me,

you can take your Marrok
friend with you when you go.

We had a deal. Darius stays here.

Yeah, well, that was before
your missus and her mates

made all that trouble.

Take it up with her, if you like.

But you get your pal out of here.

Where is he supposed to go?

Not my puppy, not my problem.

You want him off your hands,

you deliver my message.

Or I could toss him in the alley
with the rest of the strays!

You really want a Marrok for
an enemy at a time like this?

I thought you were a businessman.

All right! What's the message?

Where we going?

The only place I can be
sure no one'll bother you.

Not your place, then.

We don't need a guard
dog right now, thanks.

So, you and the missus,

settling down, then?

The missus...

... she'd rather get
winged than settle down.

Miserable sod like you...

can't say that I blame her.

It's this place. The Row.

There's no peace here
for people like us.

People like us don't get peace.

Not anywhere.

Oh, yeah? How's that?

Orphans. Martyrites. Soldiers.

We have to see the world as it is.

The world is what you make it.

The world is shit, Philo.

And here I thought you'd
be the one to cheer me up.

Yeah, well, prison and war have
set me straight on a few things.

I'm a changed man.
In more ways than one.

You're not the only one.

Yeah, I heard you made a spectacle
of yourself up at the palace.

Philo Breakspear's debut.

It didn't come off.

The Ravens showed up.

Vingette probably sent 'em.

Did she? Well, good on her.

She knows what she's about, your missus.

Does she?

She's thinks I'm still police.

Oh, I wonder where
she got that idea from.

I'm half Critch, for fuck's sake.

Do you know what your trouble is?

No. Tell me, Darius, what's my trouble?

Your trouble is, being a Critch

isn't in your heart, it's in your head.

Mm.

- You done?
- Yeah, I'm done.

Well, let's get you off the
road before you get hungry.

Oh...

That's low, Philo.

That is fucking low.

Sir.

We have orders to take
you to the chancellor.

Mr. Millworthy.

Chancellor.

I, uh...

I seem to remember that I appointed you

as my special advisor

because I was in need
of a steadying influence.

An honest man.

Was I mistaken?

Chancellor, I have always been
truthful and frank with you,

to, uh... to the best of my ability.

And I shall always be.

Then please enlighten me
as to why you were seen

at the funeral of the very Pix

that attacked the banquet last night.

I made no secret of
attending the funeral, sir.

I have longstanding
relationships with the Pix.

As you know, Chancellor.

Indeed, I do.

I'm going to ask you a
very important question,

and I'll ask it only once.

Understood?

Did you know that the Black Raven

planned to disrupt our reception?

- No, sir, I did not.
- Are you sure?

I have never been more
surprised in my life.

And my life has been...
quite surprising.

- Dismissed.
- Sir.

The, uh...

... Pact ambassador's
aide-de-camp...

Uh, Major Vir?

Vir, yes.

He's, uh...

he's just made the rudest,
most irritating request.

Has he, now?

Gentlemen, we need not descend

into girlish hysteria simply
because the Pact have asked

for their weapons sooner.

I propose that, on a limited basis,

we reopen Carnival Row.

After what happened at Balefire?

With that Pix disease running rampant?

- Preposterous.
- Let Miss Longerbane finish, Nigel.

Thank you, Chancellor.

I think we can all agree

that we need these fae
workers back in our factories

to ramp up production and meet

this new deadline.

We can do it, gentlemen,

if you have the will.

We'd only pay them
token wages, of course.

Let the strongest of
them out on day release.

That could... mollify the Row

and the ambassador, in the bargain.

Precisely so, Chancellor.

A sound plan, Miss Longerbane.

Then our parties can agree.

Chancellor, a word?

- What is it now, Winetrout?
- Forgive me, sir,

but I must warn you
about Miss Longerbane.

She plays the humanitarian,
sir, but her project is profit.

Profit and larceny. I've never seen

- a more dec...
- What profit are you talking about, Winetrout?

Those factories she's so keen to reopen.

She owns those factories.

She's been buying them
up behind our backs.

And you have proof of this, do you?

Chancellor, she's
covered her tracks well.

- But I can and will find hard evidence.
- I suggest

you bring it to me then

and stop wasting my time
with partisan slander.

Hmm? Come back to me when you've proof.

Not before.

But, Chancellor, surely...

Please don't oblige
me to call the guards.

Good day to you, Mr. Winetrout.

Sir.

Hello?

- Ah! Mr. Spurnrose.
- Ah!

Mr. Pembroke.

Louisa.

Surely you're not moving?

We should miss you terribly.

Not at all. Just...

getting rid of some old relics.

Has there been any word of Imogen?

None. Uh, see,

the damned Puck is... Well,

he's hiding her too well.

Sorry. Uh...

I beg your pardon. What is
your reason for visiting?

We've heard rumors.

- Just rumors, of course.
- Louisa.

Well, he ought to know
what people are saying.

It's better he hear it

from us than some
interfering busybodies.

Yes, of course. Uh...

What are these rumors?

It's been suggested that your sister

was not kidnapped at all.

That she went with the
Puck of her own free will.

That is, uh...

outrageous.

That's what I said. Absolute nonsense.

And, um, who is spreading this slander?

Well, my char heard it from a cook,

who heard it from her sister,

who heard it from the Puck's man.

The valet. Fergus, I think his name was?

But you know how servants talk.

The man seems awfully loyal.

Telling anyone who'd
listen that his master

and Imogen actually eloped.

- Preposterous.
- Yes.

Well, I can trust that you won't, uh,

dignify such lies any longer.

- Of course not.
- Of course.

Of course.

Of course.

Sure that you can see yourselves out.

Thank you for your time.

Philo. We've been at this all day.

This is the last bloody
church I'm taking you to.

Tourmaline?

Yeah?

That gargoyle.

Is that what you saw?

Yeah, that's it. The exact one.

Good.

Then this is the place.

Well, um, I'd best
leave you to it, then.

No. We might need you.

Please.

Careful.

Well, I found the bodies.

Oh!

I... I'm gonna be sick.

How the fuck they end up there?

What killer could take out
two Black Raven on a steeple?

Not a human. That's clear.

Must have been a Pix.

Same one that did the lieutenant, maybe.

Give us a hand.

Is there anything more you
can tell us about the killer?

No, I never saw him. I
just saw through his eyes.

I saw the old Haruspex read
the guts of a critter once.

That's how the visions
are made, isn't it?

Oh, no. No, no, no. No.

It's evil magic, Philo.

All right.

That's the worst part.

It's over.

If it doesn't work, at
least you'll know you tried.

I hate you.

What the bloody hell?

Filthy Critch!

Tourmaline?

What happened? What did you see?

Kaine.

Kaine!

What?

We're not giving up that easy.

Our dead wouldn't want that.

You're glad

Dahlia's dead. You hated her.

She was trying to do

the right thing by her own lights.

Trying to survive in a world
that doesn't want us to.

But running numbers,

thieving? That was a
crap way to go about it.

She kept us fed.

- Kept us working.
- Kept us down.

Fighting each other for Burguish scraps.

I thought if we were peaceful,

they'd show us mercy.

If we crept around,
only took what we needed,

they'd hear us and help.

Well, they heard us.

And there was no mercy.

Not for Dahlia, not for
Bolero and not for Oona.

Oona didn't die for nothing.

She was braver than all of us.

But now we know the truth.

The Burguish don't give a
damn about what happens to us.

If the B s Dubh doesn't kill us,

the leggers will.

So we have to fight back.

Against tens of thousands
who've got us locked up

- and surrounded?
- We have to show them that from now on,

if they cut us, we will cut back.

If they shoot at us, nail
our heads against a wall,

they will pay for it in their own blood.

Maybe then they'll think twice.

We're all angry, too.

But we aren't warriors.

The Raven were, back in Tirnanoc.

That was a long time ago.

And look at us now.

Using lixer 'stead of
standing up for ourselves.

If the Raven don't do
something, who else will?

Who else can?

Oh, sorry.

Yes, yes.

Give it a rest.

All right.

All right. All right!
What do you want from me?

Hmm?

Look, I am here now, aren't I?

So... so come on. Come on.

Let's have it.

Come out!

Come out, you ugly old witch.

Show yourself!

Who are you?

Don't know what you were expecting.

Darius. Philo's friend.

He stashed me here.

Must've slipped his mind
that I was trespassing.

Right.

Course it did.

I'll go.

Uh, uh, yes, right. Darius. Darius.

You-you were soldiers
together. You fought in Anoun.

Fought and lost, yeah.

You're not trespassing.

Sorry?

Oh, this isn't my place.

Not really. So I don't have the right...

Anyway,

you fought in Tirnanoc.

You got some very nasty scars
to show for your trouble,

so it wouldn't be right of
me to turn you out, would it?

Tourmaline.

Okay.

Pleasure to meet you...

Tourmaline.

Do you like tea, Darius?

- You what?
- Tea?

Tea.

Yeah.

I like tea.

Hmm. Good. Sit down.

Sit down. Sit.

Hmm.

We should call in
those loans right away.

Once you have total
control of the factories...

It will be easy to get work
passes for your family now.

Get them off the Row.

No, not yet.

You leave them there...
in that open-air prison?

We can't risk you being
seen as a sympathizer.

I was there this morning, on the Row.

If you'd seen it,
Nilly, if you'd smelt it.

That terrible sickness...

Even the little ones are dying.

I held one for a moment.

It was a tiny little Pix.

With the B s Dubh?

It's a Pix disease. It
can't pass to humans.

Foolish risk.

Nilly, it was just such...

a tiny little thing.

It was just helpless.

And it is going to die,

I could see it, because
of me, because of us.

Are... you... done?

Done what?

Being... weak.

You were always soft-hearted.

You're the only one
who ever thought that.

Well, I'm the only
one that ever knew you.

Whenever your father would beat me...

Because I'd misbehaved.

... when it was over,

oh, you'd always comfort me,

even if it earned you
a whipping of your own.

It was my fault.

If I had... been good...

- You were a child.
- So were you.

We were small. We had no power.

But we survived.

We did, and why was that?

Because we're strong.

Stronger than your father,
stronger than any of them.

- Yes.
- And we promised

we'd make him pay for what he did to us.

Him and every man like him.

Yes.

Think of how far we've come.

All we've done to secure
your power and position.

Do you really want to risk it?

- No.
- Good, because one misstep,

and we could lose it all.

You're not chancellor yet.

- Night.
- Night.

Fergus? Is that you?

Mr. Spurnrose.

You caught me at an awkward moment.

Never mind all that.

You're going to help me, Fergus.

You must know where my sister
and Mr. Astrayon have gone.

Why would I know that, sir?

Well, you're still tending
to his affairs here.

Surely you must have a way
to communicate with them.

If I did, I wouldn't
be at liberty to say...

I know she loves him.
I know that, and...

I've accepted that.

It's clear Imogen has
no need for my approval,

no concern for the grave embarrassment

her actions have caused me.

Can you imagine the whole world talking

about how she's taken up with a Puck?

Beg your pardon, sir, but
I took service with a faun.

I know right well how people talk.

Yes. Yes, you would, wouldn't you?

It's just...

Imogen is all the family
I have left in the world.

And I would much rather lose my pride

than lose my only sister forever.

Aye, sir.

- I can understand that.
- Then, please.

Please. I just want to
write to her, that's all.

Explain my narrow-mindedness.

If there's a chance that I
can make a peace between us,

I must try.

I must.

I have some troubling news for you.

The last word I had

is that Mr. Astrayon and Miss
Imogen were aboard the Swan

when it was captured
off the coast of Ragusa.

It was captured?

It was a Pactist rebel group

called "the New Dawn."

So, Imogen is in... She's in danger?

I couldn't say, sir,

but I know with the civil
war going on down there,

I don't think you could
get a letter to her.

Right.

And that is Ragusa, you're quite sure?

I heard it directly from a
member of the Swan's crew,

who was released unharmed.

Fergus, um, you are a loyal man,

and I do not wish to
patronize your position,

but it is the least I can do.

Please.

Accepted.

You Critch-loving servant!

I know Vignette didn't
tell you about this place.

Is she here?

She might be.

You shouldn't be.

I heard someone call you
"Kaine," is that right?

Oona was brave.

I was there when she died.

She must have known it was her
last chance to do something.

For all the fae on the Row.

Vignette's got to hear
what I've got to say,

so I am going inside.
But I'm asking nicely.

Step aside, please.

Vignette?

- How did you find us?
- It wasn't a human

who killed your fellow Raven.

- You saying it was one of us?
- I found where it happened.

Well, Tourmaline did.

High up on the steeple
of Saint Van Arragorn's.

No human could've got there.

- Tourmaline found them?
- Just listen.

It's hard to understand,

but she's been having visions.

True visions.

Something to do with the
old Haruspex. The witch.

Led her right to the bodies.

Ask her yourself if
you don't believe me.

The point is, the killer was not human.

Well, it was a human who shot Oona.

Sergeant Dombey, correct?

No.

No, you can't go after a copper.

You've no idea the world of shit

that will bring down on the Row.

A worse world than this?

What more can they do to us?

Talk to them.

This makes no sense.

Why should I?

They're right.

But you don't know the police like I do.

If you go after one of them,

the whole Row will burn.

They'll come for all of us.

They'll never let you
pass for one of them again.

You know that, right?

- This isn't about me.
- Hmm.

I think it is.

I think it's about us.

About me standing here with my people.

And you standing there with a choice.

Are you with us, or are you with them?

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