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Pioneers have always been met with ridicule. Astor.

Lister. Those gentlemen were scientists.

As am I. They tested observable phenomena.

Let me see. Your thesis is that voices of the dead can be heard through the new

London telephone network.

Do I have that right, Mr. Haig? Dr. Haig. But may I ask, how many of these

voices you...

yourself have discerned through the static interference.

No.

Mummy, not wrong lately.

We are not without sympathy for your loss.

My own dear mother passed away just a year ago.

But even so, we are to officially inform you that as of this moment, you are no

longer a member of Her Majesty's Royal Medical Society.

Struck off.

Wasn't that our telephone?

Hello?

I've been so patient.

Would you grant me a little grace?

Just a whisper.

Just a song.

We always loved our songs.

Hello?

Ali?

Mother?

Put it out.

Why does Amalia always get the glamorous job?

Another silver tooth.

Annie Carby, we are not coming to you.

Are you sure it's even this place?

It's the only pauper's pit on this side of the city.

Where else are they going to put someone like him?

Dump him in the river.

I am done.

Need some sleep.

Sometimes when I'm digging these graves, I think maybe I'll just slide in

underneath the box. That's nice. Tell me more.

Fucking finally.

Got him.

Drilled straight through the bloody floor. Sergeant told Wigsy.

Malady sent him. Told you. Who was trying to pull the fucking building

down? Ross, flip shot.

Can you direct me to the women's barracks?

Or am I a little early for those?

There'll be an investigation.

You can't take anything.

This is them.

Detached.

This is their revenge for Maladie.

No. They won't stop until they've shook London into the ground.

She's got no one there.

And you lot do nothing.

So we know the last place Melody was seen.

At her own hanging.

We know how she was dressed.

As Miss Effie Boyle, also deceased.

According to your research?

I take a wager the Colonel's still with her.

And we can offer a reward.

Someone must have seen him on the streets.

I've had white all in my ear all morning.

But our mismanagement of Yang Im.

Remind me, who was the officer in charge of that again?

I'll just call him up, shall I? Tell him you went along the wrong bloody woman.

She wasn't even touched.

It's the truth.

No one wants to hear it.

Maybe you can't.

No.

If you won't tell the public about Maladie... What are you going to do, go

down Fleet Street?

You set one yellow toe in the direction of those newspaper maggots Monday.

And I will personally make sure that every last cop at this side of Adrian's

fucking wall knows what kind of man you are.

The company you search out after dark.

All your gentlemen friends.

I like to do my research and all.

It's good to know you're working with.

But there'll be no more special privileges on my watch.

You try and push through on this, it'll be five years hard labour and public

disgrace. I don't think many people would be interested in your little story

then, will they?

Not the best place for your sort.

Prison.

So, I'll just relieve you of these, shall I?

Take me off the touch detail.

Put you out on the beat.

The world's gone mad.

Is this true?

Mr. Dare?

You did it.

We did it?

How's the recon?

They've no idea what we were doing there, but they've tripled their numbers

since yesterday.

Grand Abbey's the same.

It wasn't your fault Maladie didn't want to be saved.

It was a graveyard, you know? It just made me think of her soul, wandering

through the streets of London for eternity.

All those poor people just electrocuted.

They did come to watch her hang.

Harriet said some of them brought picnics. But you would have thought that

if anyone could have spotted those power lines, it should have been me.

She ran them through here. Look.

It's so obvious.

Stop going over it.

Is that how you dealt with it when you were a soldier?

All the death, you just stopped thinking about it?

I had a job to do.

Shall we make a start on our man?

You were going to have that meeting first.

You know, the meeting where you tell everyone about the future of the

Glanthian, what's actually going on? There's no time. Malia, I've lived

through this before, remember?

Earthquakes are just the starting gun. It's a matter of days before the

Glanthian merges.

Well, then you have an hour to spare now, haven't you? You have to be down

there with it when it happens, in case it needs protection.

Or transport.

Or... I don't fucking know what it'll need, a map?

A ship? Well, whatever it needs, this lot can help.

You owe them the truth. We can't do this by committee.

You know what it'll be like, herding bloody cats. No one can agree on

anything. I'm sorry, it's just so much easier to get on with things when it's

you and me. Following your mission.

Yes. We have the body of that thing right here. It could be the answer to

who's down there.

Come on, then.

Let's make that start.

Thank you.

Amalia's the spirit of a soldier from the future and the body of a drowned

baker, and she's come here to tell you all about an alien under London who gave

you all your magical powers.

Got you off to a bit of a start.

Right.

Came out of that cave with a clear mission to help the Galanthi and be

ready to defend it.

Thank you for your time. Penance and I have some urgent business. Sorry, what

did it tell you?

Galanthi don't really speak.

More like show you things in your mind. Okay, so what things did this one show

you? Just fragments.

Nothing coherent.

But I thought it sang.

Mary's song. That's what Myrtle translated.

So, if I've got this right, the Galanthi uses its psychic tentacles to suck out

your brain? Not that kind of alien.

Can you prove it from the future?

How would I do that?

You could.

Tell us what's going to happen tomorrow.

Ah. Next week.

The queen dies quite soon.

But I haven't had my formal debut. Forget it. Doesn't die. I mean, does

die. Everyone dies. But you didn't, apparently.

So what's the plan? I mean, I know there must be a plan, right? Because of the

thing you just had us do.

Look, yesterday we went down to the cave, some of us anyway, and it was a

shit show.

I only just escaped those human robot things. Shock troops.

Oh, that's... That is a good one. If we go back in blind, we'll be slaughtered.

Or worse, they're a patch down there more like the living dead than people.

Whoever's running this operation hates us as much as they do the Glanthi.

And as for the shock troops, yes, that part of the plan is already underway.

And no idea who these people could be. Might even be someone from the future.

Hitched a ride, like me.

Is that what the Glanthi showed you? Like I said, not particularly.

Coherent. Anyway, Penance will work on weapons.

No, not weapons.

Nonviolent objects of confusion and offense.

And I will continue drawing up our rescue strategy.

You do have resources here, you know.

What will the alien do when it come out? What it was supposed to do in the first

place. Unite humanity.

Oh, that sounds nice and easy. Look, best case scenario, it's going to save

the world.

Which world?

You said save the world.

That's right.

Because I don't know about any future.

But the world outside this place is on fire. He said best case scenario. What's

worst case?

It turns the world apart and we all die.

What's going on?

I don't know.

What happened? Was it a replay?

It said flashbacks.

I thought they stopped when we came in.

Didn't everything go forward instead?

Clearly not.

Anyway, it wasn't the same as before.

Look, I'll sort myself out.

All on your own?

Just like always, huh?

I've worked with soldiers before. Look at me.

Battle exhaustion doesn't go away by ignorance.

In my experience, that's exactly how it goes away.

I know what I need.

No, you know what you want.

The same thing as you.

You have no idea what I want.

Oh, sorry to interrupt.

Look, I've done the fucking meeting. Now can we please start?

Tie it up in there, will you? The things and the people.

No, not that 16th century fucking delve!

Jesus, Augie.

Hugo, this place is an absolute state.

Lucky that I'm here to help and... No, I prefer not to look at it when it does

that, thank you very much.

Bloody river.

Well, someone's got to sort it out.

And since I very much doubt you've actually removed my name from those

papers, don't worry, you've got a pretty little head about all that. It's very

much in the process.

Oh, Jesus.

What a bleeding ear.

And a fractured rib.

Have you been fighting?

What?

Tell me everything.

Actually, that is why I'm here.

I do need to tell you something. And I'm only telling

you because, really, you're my best friend.

So, Forky, have you met somebody?

Yes.

Actually, I suppose that is part of it. Who is it?

I wouldn't want to say. Well, secret liaison.

How delicious.

But you clearly have some advice. So what went wrong?

Well, I know what I would say. Yes, please.

I would say, lady woman, I am Augustus Bidlow.

Yes. I am a man.

In my own right. A man with a bleeding ear and a fractured rib. A fighting man.

Independent, brave, choosing whichever path to adventure I damn well want.

Fuck. Well, of course you mustn't say any of that.

Oh. Oh, yeah. No. No. Just be your real, charming, awkward self.

Who on earth resisted? Well, that's just it.

Hugo.

Listen. My real self.

I'm... Will someone please do something about these fucking trammers?

There must be some sort of minister or something.

Somehow I struggle to see the cream of London society trooping out to the

Saturnalia ball just to be dripped on next to a fucking chamber pot. Ball?

No. No. Hugo, I really don't think now's the time.

And actually, as the...

The official proprietor? If yesterday's grotesque events have taught me

anything, it is that London needs a fucking party!

So if it's all right with you, Augie, my intent to throw a festival so

extraordinary, so transcendent, it will pass into legend, and all this

ghastliness will be obliterated, erased.

Hugo, you do realize that the Ferrymans is just a sex club for rich people?

It is not just a sex club! It is a fucking phenomenon!

Mrs. Beecham should have told you this door is to remain closed. I'm sorry, my

lord. I didn't intend to...

Apologies for the maid.

First day.

Funny time to go shooting with all of London up in arms.

Nice bit of pheasant you brought back, though.

Tell Roberts to take that horse to the lower field.

Miss Lily's horse.

Always been a spirited creature.

I think it can sense the tremors. If I was a superstitious woman, I'd say they

were a sign of something.

messages from the heavens.

I'd have thought by now you would have realized that if there is a God,

he's an Englishman.

He has no interest in declaring his intentions.

You'll come back fighting.

You're the fucking ape, mate.

Three-time champion of Limehouse.

Since when do you ever fry in the town?

Fuck you opportunists.

Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What did you say?

Who was it? It's a man.

Oi!

What are you scribbling away for?

Nimble Jack's Tales of the Touched.

Newspaper men going to be giving their eye teeth for these.

The city's on fire and you're spinning stories.

Someone should.

Only role model for a touch kid on the street is Maladie.

I'd rather they had a fire-wielding Amazonian princess.

Is that where you think my family's from?

Why would she kill herself, though?

Maladie. And all those people she took with her.

Was it because they were hypocrites, or why did you work for her?

Let's start with that.

Well, there was the money.

Nah. I don't know. She just had something about her.

But at the end of the day, we're all just puppets, right, you know?

Wind up toys with a turn.

But my kind of leader.

Is that what you came here for, then?

A leader?

Don't strike me as the following type.

I'm just passing through.

Never liked staying away for long.

Who'd do this to a human being?

Who could do this, that's what I want to know.

Look at him.

The time that's been taken, the design.

I just hope the artist left some kind of signature.

Could be the first step towards whoever's got the Galanthi underarm

card. Jimmy here can get some justice for what was done to him.

Jimmy?

After my uncle, Jim. What happened to him?

No, nothing.

Just missing.

How did they replace this nervous system like that? Could it be electrical then?

How did they start going off charge to make them last so long?

Nice to see you're enjoying your work.

Oh, no, no.

It is horrible.

I just... I've never seen this kind of science before.

This isn't science.

This is evil.

What's that?

What was that connected to?

Nothing. Not the nerves, not the wiring.

It looks like some sort of casing.

What's that there?

It's a stump.

Little letters.

Chinese.

Ten.

Pennyfield Clockmaker.

You need to come with us.

A lot of trouble in Limehouse these days.

We're all ready for trouble, Mrs. Turanai. Please, Su Ping, I only speak a

few words of Chinese.

And badly.

I know.

It's two wrestlers in the city today. No one's to go out.

No children are allowed to go.

Shaggy Tetnick.

Back you go.

Oh, no, we'll be walking targets out there wearing those.

Um... Mrs.

True and I, we're on a bit of a mission, so... I'm game.

Um... About that, with the cave and... I wanted to apologize,

I suppose.

And also not apologize, actually.

Because I'm a...

I'm my own man.

I'm a fighter.

And I'm a... I just... I'm going to follow...

I'm going to follow my own path, whatever way that takes me.

Amalia, wait. Just wait.

That was a disaster.

Embarrassing.

Tell you what, though. All this focus on the Galanthi.

There's no one out there anymore doing what Mrs. True and Lucy used to. Looking

out for the likes of us.

God knows there's more.

Don't envy them today.

Strange place to meet.

Me and my brother used to come down here when we were scuttlers.

Big around.

You find all sorts.

I never knew you had a family.

Well, do you think I just washed up here one day?

Perhaps they grew me at a workhouse.

What do I owe the summoning, Frank?

That woman, every boy or that journalist, remember?

He was in the station.

She was there.

He was laughing together, whispering.

Were you jealous?

Did you know her? Had you met her before?

No. What did she say to you?

What did she say?

Let me see. She said that she thought you were wasted in your job. She never

said that. She said that...

The longer you spend that rotten police force of yours, the further you are from

ever being the man you're meant to be.

You're quite a man, aren't you?

You know, the thing about you, Swamp... I sense that you're going to tell me.

Yeah.

The thing about you is you've got it all.

The blue bloods, the money, the parties...

And you wear it well, but I think underneath, you despise it.

I don't think you want none of it.

And I suppose you're going to tell me what it is that I want?

No.

Now that I cannot claim alone.

Hold on.

Here we go.

Eh? Look at that.

Will that get me into your posh little clump, will it?

Get me some of that charm?

Hmm?

What does she say to you?

She told me to keep an eye on you.

Whether you like it or not.

Everybody needs a friend, Frank.

Ordinarily, a guest waits for an invitation before paying a visit.

Perhaps you should tell that to Mrs. Amalia True.

After all, I didn't invite her to our little excavation site, did you? And yet

down she came, all the same. Mrs. True?

What was she doing there? Talking to the creature, apparently.

Decapitating a few of my guards.

But mainly communicating.

I think she upset it.

All these earthquakes.

You think the monster is responsible for the tremors?

Is there any way that she could have discovered my involvement?

Anything in the cave? Think!

You know, it's been raised before, but I question Mrs. True's credentials.

She doesn't seem like a baker to me. And I'm beginning to wonder if your two

little projects may no longer be quite compatible.

Rehabilitation has always been designed to go hand in hand with a cure. But what

if society were to find out about our sideline?

Our little...

cerebral forays.

Medical breakthroughs have always required human trials.

I will take care of Amalia True.

And when the creature is dead, she and her kind will all be released from their

purgatorial affliction. Well, truthfully, if it's even taken form in

there, we don't know quite what effect killing the creature might have.

Our doubts are traitors, are they not?

With you beside me, Lavinia, I find I am

resolve itself.

I didn't

mean all that.

The cave, you know. You are allowed to make your own choices.

I just thought if I could find the Glanthir, then it might... It might show

me... Tell me.

Turns out the thought of wearing one of these things is a lot more frightening

than going off to face the might of Her Majesty's armed forces.

Would you... Would you do the honors?

You know it's not the best day to be wearing one of those things.

Doesn't matter.

What's wrong?

Sorry. It's, um... Uh, the birds today.

I keep losing my direction.

Because of the tremors?

Doesn't the book tell us that witchcraft and powers, all these are an affront to

God?

And has he ever shown London such signs of his displeasure?

Tracking the very earth on which he stands.

See, trouble.

He shouldn't stay.

Filling the streets with fire and blood.

And what about you?

Brothers and sisters, will you not answer his call?

Will you not awaken to his alarm?

Will you not arise, London?

Look, there's one.

A fucking witch.

This is the piece we found.

You recognize it?

It is the casing from one of our carriage clocks.

There is a number in the mark.

We were finding the buyer for you.

Too much trouble with these men.

They say the city belongs to them.

None of the touch can stay in Chinatown anymore.

None of the touch can stay in Chinatown anymore.

Someone is giving the purists our names and addresses.

She's found the address.

Is she Italian?

What's she saying?

She's not Italian.

She's touched.

Speak again.

Go on.

I said speak.

Freak.

My friends said it's because you're cursed by God.

They're touched.

But I know.

I've seen.

It's you that is the curse on us.

And you take and you take and you turn everything bad.

Come on.

Come on, Miguel.

Oh!

Run! You hearing me?

Run!

Thank you.

You kicked me in the unmentionables. A vagina is not unmentionable, Penance.

We've been through this before.

Fuck.

Mrs Drew?

Miss Adair?

How did you get here without the address?

Does it matter?

Who is this?

Who's this?

You're calling to speak to... That accent's liable to slip.

Am I wrong in saying Canadian?

Originally.

Who the fuck are you?

Hello?

Hmm.

No.

No, not the praying, please.

Seems fine to me.

Yeah, exactly.

Dad, how big is the ocean?

Let me call you back.

That is a really good question.

Tell me a joke.

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Why would you not tell me about these ripplings?

See,

they're going to stop.

I'm losing my fucking mind.

I'm breaking up into little pieces.

What if the Galanthi comes out and I just disappear?

So fair, Alexis Naveen.

You listen to me.

Right now, we have a name to our enemy.

We have a strange old lady from the future on the other end of a telephone

line. We have an alien under threat.

We have a mission to save the bleeding world. So I will not hear one more word

from you about disappearing or breaking up or giving up. Do you understand me,

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Get on your fucking feet and get back to work.

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I don't know.

No.

What have they done?

We can't let it stand.