All language subtitles for Carnival.Row.S02E02.720p.WEB.h264-KOGi

All clear on
the starboard side!

Yeah, we're
clear port side, too.

There's really nothing to fear.

The Pact is a civilized nation.

They threatened to sink us.

Warning shot.

Compel compliance,
a mere formality.

We're in no danger.

As we sail into the Pact
on the point of a bayonet?

The Pact is an
old, corrupt state.

Its wheels move on money.

Anything can be bought for a
price, including our freedom.

That's the way
civilization works.

Agreus, I'm Burguish.

We were at war with them
only a few years ago.

And, well,

the two of us together,
with what we are...

With what we are?

You are the daughter of a
fine family and I am rich.

That's all that
matters in the end,

money and class.

Come.

We're making port, sir.

- Where?
- Ragusa, sir.

Excellent.

Many connections there.
We'll have no difficulties.

Come, my love. It's
a beautiful old city

and the harbor is
really quite charming.

Shall we go up?

Move it.

Move it!

Move it!

Get in line!

Visitors ready?

Good work!

Good work, comrades.

This is an outrage.

Have you completely

lost control of your men, sir?

Or do they have orders
to steal my property?

"Stealing"?

No, this is not "stealing."

Think of it as, uh...

redistribution.

Lieutenant.

Take
Her Majesty away.

- No! Don't touch me!
- Imogen, look at me.

- Look at me! It's okay.
- No, don't!

Don't take me! Agreus!

Get off her!

Enough!

I'm only saying it's unlikely

that a human murderer could've
stashed the body up that high.

Have you even listened
to a word I've said?

I heard every word...
You're saying your lot

didn't kill anyone on the train.

None, but some may say
they deserved it if we did.

But I saved that
officer's life myself.

I believe you believe
none of your mates did it.

Maybe the police
are setting us up.

Are you gonna tell
me your old pals

wouldn't do a thing like that?

Oh, no, they'd definitely do it

if they thought it was worth the
trouble, but there's no point.

They could already hang
you all for the train job.

Are you even taking
this seriously?

I am.

Then what are you
gonna do about it?

They're throwing a party
at Balefire tonight.

Half of Parliament
will be there.

Diplomats, dignitaries.

What the feck does that
have to do with anything?

You're not...

Not tonight.

Can you think of a better time?

Oh, I don't know.

Never?

We talked about this.

It's the only card
I've got left to play.

No, it's the quickest way
to get yourself killed.

I've got a way into
Balefire tonight.

I might not get another chance.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't want to
tell you like this.

No.

I'm sure you'd rather sneak off

and leave a Mima
to tell me again.

Vignette...

It seems like you've made
up your mind already.

Seems like I have.

And I'm sure those posh feckers
will take you at your word.

A half-Critch bastard saying

that Jonah Breakspear has
no claim to be chancellor.

I'm not expecting to be invited
out for tea with the family.

They'll hear the truth,
and that's what matters.

They'll throw you in a
hole and forget about you

before they've even
finished their pudding.

Oh, damn you.

When it's over, when it's safe,

I'll get word to you somehow.

Is that so?

Will that be from prison,
then, or a graveyard?

Please.

Don't trouble yourself
on my account.

Because I won't be crying
for you this time around.

- All right, then.
- All right, then.

Philo?

You're a fool.

Tell your friends to lay low.

This time tomorrow,
Balefire will have

bigger problems than
the Black Raven.

Akos!

- Hey, you.
- Hey.

- How are you? Yeah?
- Good.

Stupid sheep. Come on.

She is from the Burgue.

What is this place?

Why have you brought me here?

Where are you going?
I'm talking to you!

You there.

Where is the master
of this house?

Leonora.

My name.

You may call me Leonora.

Oh, how quaint.

Very well, Leonora.

Where is the master
of this household?

Oh, somewhere about.

Is that him there?

The officer?

Why have I been left here?

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

But what is this place?
What happens here?

I'll be happy to tell
you. Now hand me those.

I absolutely will not.

Explain this place.

It's a house.

People sleep here.

This is kitchen.

People cook here.

And eat sometimes.

When the food is ready.

- I know what a kitchen is.
- Is that right?

And do you know your
way around a potato?

I do not require your cheek.

I require answers.

I'm tired.

I'm a very long way from home.

I have no idea where Agreus is.

And nothing is making sense.

Why is that, ziska?

Well, I'm...

I'm Burguish.

You don't say.

And this doesn't
seem like the Pact

I learned about at school.

- No?
- No.

The Pact is a
strict feudal state

and is a terrible place.

- And so it was.
- "Was"?

It was a terrible place.

And then a new dawn
broke over our country.

The Pact you know is gone.

Almost.

But the Pact is so strong.

People are strong.

Their government was
parasite feeding off them.

Until we stood up together
and started to sweep it away.

You're talking...

about revolution.

Of course.

It was inevitable...

once the people realized
that they were free,

and always had been.

What happened to the
Lords of the Pact?

Would you hand me those carrots?

Please?

Thank you.

It troubles you so
much to help me?

You're a servant.

But we both eat the soup.

Why can't you help make it?

It isn't proper.

Hmm.

Taking a Puck lover is
hardly proper, either.

Excuse me?

I heard you arrived in
company with a Puck.

Quite a scandal.

It's hardly your concern.

People talk is all.

It's because they have so
little in their own lives,

they must degrade those
who find something good.

Is that what you think?

Agreus is the finest
man I've ever met,

faun or otherwise.

Tell that to the
gossips when they ask!

Sounds like a man worth knowing.

Would you care to
stay for supper?

You helped with the soup.

You should share it.

I don't want soup.

I want to see the
master of this house,

and I demand to see Agreus.

Take
the officers away.

You, you, you.

For pity's
sake, Lieutenant,

where are you taking them?

If it's ransom you require...

Weapons
go to the armory.

Gold and silver to the treasury.

You damn pirates.

When my contacts arrive, it
will be the worse for you.

Is that so?

Our countries
are no longer at war.

There are treaties.

This is against every
maritime convention,

every law of the sea agreed
by civilized nations.

To hell with your treaties.

We have another law here.

I will see you whipped for this.

Lieutenant, I found it.

Captain's log.

Nice work.

There's nothing
in there. Leave that.

We are looking

for an Agreus Astrayon.

The owner of The Swan.

I am Agreus Astrayon.

Is that so?

On my honor.

I own that vessel and
the company behind it.

Now...

you owe me an apology.

Then we can resolve
matters like gentlemen.

You are a class
traitor, Mr. Astrayon.

The sweat and blood of
hundreds is on your hands.

Crew of The Swan,

you are liberated from
your employment contract

and free to go.

This is just a misunderstanding!

- Please don't do this.
- Against the wall.

Send word to Count Bozak.
He'll vouch for me.

- Will you have mercy? Please.
- Quiet!

When he gets here,

do you know what
will happen to you?

Do you?!

Ready, front! Cover!

Attention!

Present arms!

Attention!

Welcome to the
Burgue, Ambassador.

- Thank you.
- Please.

With me.

Chancellor Breakspear,

my nation faces an
uprising that has united

human and faefolk in a
grotesque, unnatural mob

called the New Dawn.

Were this rabble
allowed to prevail,

it would be only a matter
of time before they set

their sights on the Burgue.

But they won't
prevail, Chancellor.

And our symbolic purchase

of arms from the Burgue

will send a message
to the world,

that the conflict between
our two nations is over,

ushering in a new era of
strength, unity and alliance.

Major Vir, is it not?

What a pleasure. Runyan
Millworthy, at your service.

We've met, sir.

Here at the Burgue,
about a month ago.

You may not recall.

Forgive me. Oh, I
believe I remember.

- The Firesday banquet.
- How may I be of service?

Well, I would like to
talk to you, discreetly.

Forgive me, I'm-I'm not used
to diplomatic formalities.

Nor am I, sir. A military man.

Quite. So then let
me speak frankly.

Your purchase of arms is not
really a symbolic act, is it?

The truth is that you're
badly in need of military aid.

Well, let me be
frank in return, sir.

Do not mistake our
strategy for weakness.

Well, officially, of
course, this is nothing

but an exchange of swords
between former enemies.

A gesture of friendship.

Precisely. But, unofficially,

is it not true that the industry
of the Pact has somewhat slowed

by the spread of this
so-called New Dawn,

with their egalitarian
ideologies?

You will understand, sir,

that I must defer
to the ambassador.

Of course.

Though reports of labor
disruptions and shortages

will leave you quite vulnerable.

Very well, Mr. Millworthy.

In the spirit of alliance,

I will tell you in all candor

that purchasing these rifles

was more than a
symbolic gesture.

Ah.

Our infantry
learned... the hard way

that... Burguish rifles
were superior to our own

at long range.

And we intend to
make use of them.

Against the New Dawn.

They are a threat to
the natural order.

Faefolk and humans fighting
alongside each other.

An offensive peasant daydream.

Hmm. Well, let me ask,

how do you intend to
defeat this daydream?

As I understand
it, Mr. Millworthy,

the dead don't dream.

Who does the
ambassador think he is?

Expecting us to believe
he wants to buy our guns

for symbolic reasons.

I suppose that's why he wants
200 tons of symbolic gunpowder.

We know his army's
taking a kicking.

We know he needs those weapons.

- He knows we know.
- Well, precisely.

To pretend otherwise is to
insult our Intelligence Corps.

Still, there may
be some advantage

to joining the Pact
in their little war.

What possible advantage
could there be?

No one would call
for an election

to oust a wartime chancellor.

God's noose.

You think I want
this job that badly?

We wouldn't actually
go to war...

just sell them the
weapons they want.

Sophie, we hate the Pact.
We fought them for years.

But this New Dawn mob may
yet become a greater threat.

Mad notions like theirs spread
like sickness in summer.

It's better to fight the
infection in the Pact

than in the Burgue.

And our rifles in their hands
will be enough to turn the tide?

No.

Not if we also arm the New Dawn.

Then, with both
sides bogged down,

our armies could
retake Tirnanoc.

Gods help the fool who
underestimates you.

You see the future
as clearly as I do.

We're both thinking it.

I'm just the one
saying it aloud.

And retaking Tirnanoc was what
your father always wanted.

You could write yourself
into history as the man...

as... the chancellor who
made us an empire again.

And that was something
he could never do.

Who needs a prophecy
when you have the sense

to see an opportunity
and seize it?

Do you think Parliament
has the stomach for it?

Just as you said,
they hate the Pact.

But your party
always opposes war.

How will you persuade
them to go along with it?

Jonah, you have a terrible
habit of underestimating me.

Or you could pass up the chance,

wait for the next election,
which you might lose,

and go back to your old life.

I'll support you
either way, of course.

It's your decision, Chancellor.

Clear out.

We, uh, run into
some complications.

Does that mean you're not
gonna make good on our deal?

Don't try to be funny
with me, Mr. Philostrate.

We fae keep to our promises,

unlike your lot.

But these accommodations,

they're temporary, clear?

It's pig-headed and desperate.

He's hurting so hard
he can't see sense,

and now he's gone off
to get himself killed.

Selfish bastard.

There must be some other
way to go about it.

Any ideas?

None at the moment, Vin.

Sorry.

What
about that dead man,

the murdered soldier?

Doesn't make any sense.

Well, I wouldn't
like to say, but...

Dahlia's been looking daggers
at you ever since the raid.

Surely not.

You don't think she would
kill someone and pin it on me,

risk all of us,

just out of spite?

No. Gods, no, Vignette.

I'd never think
anything like that.

You may go, Wilson,

if there's nothing more.

Ma'am.

Nilly?

You ought to have
waited till dark.

What if you were seen?

I brought you some suet pie.

Here.

It's still hot.

You're hungry.

I should have been here earlier.

The servants were everywhere.

If you're caught
hiding me here...

I simply had to see you.

I'm having tea with the
factory owners this afternoon.

How much do we have left?

Mm.

700,000 guilders.

A little more if
we sell the horses.

Will it be enough?

It'll have to be.

Your hair looks frightful.

W...

I don't have your knack for it.

I'm all thumbs.

Come here then. Let me fix it.

It's best they keep their
eyes on your pretty face

and not the small print.

I've been making
discreet inquiries

regarding your brother

and his whereabouts on the Row.

His head's as hard as
his horns, that one.

He'll turn up once he's
spent his last stiver.

You're not concerned?

He'll live.

We'll all live.

Just a little more
work to do now.

It'll be over soon.

I promise.

Darius?

Look what the Puck dragged in.

Good to see you up and about.

What took you so long?

I'm not police anymore.

It was all I could
do to get you out.

I'm not even human anymore.

Right. Silly me.

You're the one with
all the problems.

I was busy getting
my ass kicked,

starving, freezing my
bollocks off in prison,

but I'm sorry to hear
that you lost your job.

Is that Basilian lamb?

Was it that bad in there?

The fuckers found out
that a Marrok that bit me

was a Pact weapon.

So they did tests.

Every day.

They made me do things.

They put other prisoners...

in with me.

They came in...

but they didn't come out.

I'm sorry, Dari. I tried.

What the fuck do you
want me to say, huh?!

I did everything I
could to get you out.

Was that before or after
you hung up your badge

and left me to die?

Right.

- I'll leave you to it.
- Where do you think you're going?

Do you reckon you're
the first idiot

- to think with his dick?
- It wasn't like that.

Are you finished?

Or are you planning
on eating me, too?

'Cause I'll take me shirt
off, make it easier for you.

Well, go on, leave
your boots on.

It gives it a bit of crunch.

Actually...

I could do with
three more of those.

A bit bloodier.

- And a place to hide.
- You're safe here.

I've got an arrangement
with the landlord.

I know that look.

What do you got plotting?

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.

More tea, Mr. Marlow?

Uh, um...

yes, please.

Gentlemen, thank you
so much for coming.

I realize there's been
some consternation

about the chancellor's policies.

Miss Longerbane,
without the Critch

to work in our
factories and shops,

many of us have had to
shutter our businesses.

Well, I don't
pretend to understand

the niceties of
business, gentlemen.

But I do believe we must
support the chancellor's policy.

For the good of the Burgue.

Good of the Burgue?
Breakspear's policy

has done nothing
but... but drive up

- the cost of business.
- Please forgive me

for being contrary, but
wasn't it just yesterday

that a savage gang of Pix
robbed one of our trains?

I mean, if they can do that,

who knows what havoc
they might wreak

if they were allowed to
simply roam our city freely.

Yesterday's executions
certainly sent

- the right message.
- It's all very well

taking precautions,
Miss Longerbane,

but we are men with
families to feed.

Of course. And
children to keep safe.

But I would never
expect you to suffer

for your loyalty to the party.

I believe loyalty
should be rewarded.

So, in the name of loyalty,
I would like to increase

my late father's investments
in your factories.

I've already extended this offer
to other members of our party.

They've all accepted.

This contract
increases your ownership stake

in my factory

by a considerable amount.

You're the businessmen.

But I could hardly loan
without collateral.

Wouldn't you agree?

But with the Critch
confined on the Row,

we still don't have a workforce.

And without cheap labor,

we don't stand a martyr's chance

of ever being able to repay you.

Gentlemen, I'm going to let
you in on a little secret.

I believe I can persuade
the chancellor to send aid

to the Pact in its battle
against the New Dawn.

When that happens,
we'll need all industry

working at full capacity.

Exceptions will be made
for skilled fae laborers

to return to the factories.

And you, gentlemen,

will stand to make a fortune.

But aiding the Pact,

that would go against everything

your father stood for.

I'm not my father, Mr. Fletcher.

I'm so very grateful
that you've all chosen

to support my leadership
during these troubling times.

Follow me.

This way. Make room
right down here.

Ready? Lift.

I'm never going
to leave your side.

If I could swap places
with you, I would.

I love you.

Without you, I'm...

A fool.

My fool.

It's okay. Shh.

It's okay.
I'm here for you.

I'm not leaving you.

Are you all right there, love?

It won't be long now.

You know, maybe
there's still a way

we can stick it to
those Burguish pricks.

What do you mean?

I... I think I've got a plan,
but I'm gonna need your help.

Both of you.

Oh!

Morr faélar isteag mit.

We ask for their
help and they shoot her down?

They're fucking
monsters, Dahlia.

The humans
won't change.

Vignette was a fool.

Watch it!

Hey!

Get moving.

This way.

Agreus?

I thought I'd never
see you again.

Shh. Shh.

- What is this place?
- It's home, for now.

- Home? We are to stay here?
- The men who brought me here

said we would have to share
it with two other families.

Share it?

U-Until I can find a
ransom for our freedom.

Yes. Surely there must be some
way you can ransom our ship

and pull strings to
get the crew released.

What's the matter?

You all right?

Yes. Yes. Of course.

Yes, I'll-I'll try.

And-and you, what happened?

- Sit here.
- It was most perplexing.

They bundled me off to a house,
and then they went away again.

What-what house? I
don't understand.

Nor do I. They just left
me there like luggage.

The only person who spoke
to me was an old servant.

And she tried to make me
peel a potato, and then made

some very impertinent
remarks about...

About what?

About us, actually.

- She knew about us?
- Yes.

It was terribly odd.

She did not speak in
an appropriate way

for a servant, and when she did,

she spoke of revolution,
and it was though

she was watching me to
see how I'd respond.

- She was testing you.
- Yes.

Perhaps. I...

I don't know what to think.

She had a broken horn.

She told me her
name was Leonora.

Leonora?

Yes.

This woman?

Is this her?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

But who is she?

I couldn't wake up...

no matter how hard I
tried, and then she, um...

she breathed something
into me, and...

suddenly it was like I
was inside someone else...

seeing what they saw.

I'm sorry, Mima, I d...

I didn't know
where else to turn.

You were right to
come to me, child.

You're certain you
saw Aoife Tsimani?

Mm. I'm going mad, aren't I?

Perhaps something worse.

A Haruspex's power
comes from death.

It's a dark magic.

They say Tsimani conjured
the beast that slew her,

and there were rumors that
for those willing to pay,

she'd enter the minds of others
and force them to do things.

Evil things.

Are you saying that
she's inside my head?

How?

She's dead. I watched her die.

May I?

Please?

Morr faélar...

isteag mit.

Morr faélar isteag mit.

Morr faélar...

isteag mit.

Morr faélar isteag mit.

Mima?

You said you saw
Tsimani cross over?

You were present?

Yes, I was.

As she died,

she passed her power to you.

But I don't want it.

I don't want anything
to do with it.

For your sake,
child, I hope not.

Because the sight is a curse,

and to accept evil

is to become evil.

Oona is willing to lay
down her life for this.

So are Kaine, Phaedra and me.

Dahlia, we have a chance

to throw their hypocrisy
back in their faces.

With your blessing,

we want to hit them hard.

Tonight.

Brothers and sisters,

for months,

we've watched our faelings
starve in the dirt.

Our breaths stolen
by the Bás Dubh

as the bloody leggers
stomp all over us.

But they forget

who we are.

We will take our blood

and our pain

and shove it right under
their Burguish noses.

Let them smell
it. Our suffering.

Let them have a taste of it.

See how they like it.

Vignette's plan is
brave and brilliant,

and there's no room
for a single mistake.

So I will be the one leading
the raid on the Burgue.

Dahlia.

Dahlia, please.

You can't risk your life.

You know they all look to you.

I can take it on.

I'd put my life on the line
in a heartbeat for the Raven.

And I wouldn't?

- I...
- It seems like you're still confused

about who's in charge here.

Seems like you fancy
yourself as a leader.

I will wing you if you try it.

- Wait.
- Piss off.

Or go on whining.

See what happens.

We'll make it work. I promise.

We've got to.

You didn't manage to appeal
to his conscience, then?

I'm afraid not.

Well...

I know you tried.

You know, I feel your
mother, she's proud of you

as your father would be.

I'm going to stand up beside you

and demand a
parliamentary inquiry.

It's my right, at
least, as a citizen.

And with enough witnesses,
like your Puck friend, Afissa,

well, whatever happens to us,

the truth will come
out eventually.

Probably.

Hopefully.

Are you quite sure you want
to go through with this?

I don't want to.

I have to.

How
does it feel to be

- Burgue side of the river?
- Certainly smells better.

We're all praying for
you, Mr. Spurnrose.

Oh, uh, thank you, madam.

Has there been no word
of your dear sister?

Well, no. Uh, you see, I
have employed all resources,

and the authorities
are doing what they can

to rescue my dear Imogen.

But her abductor was
a-a skipjack by trade,

a-a faun of means and has
thus far evaded justice.

A Puck with money. This
is what it leads to.

Feral designs on our women.

Sorry. Uh...
Forgive me, madam.

Uh, the thought of that is...

Oh, you poor, poor dear.

If only the chancellor had
locked up the faefolk earlier.

Yes. Yes, if only.

Would you take this
for me? Thank you.

Well, just because she's
the leader of the opposition

doesn't mean we're opposed on
every issue, you understand.

Indeed. I imagine the lady has
incredible powers of persuasion.

I'm sure she barely
needs to speak a word.

Ah, Ambassador, but when I do...

You'll be trembling
with the rest of us.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Shoot them!

I can't get a shot!

Protect
the chancellor!

Everyone enjoying your dinner?

You don't know what it means

to be hungry.

Well, we do. Remember us?

We sweated in your factories.
Cared for your children.

And now we're starving
in your ghettos

while you all stuff your faces.

This is Oona.

She's dying because
of the Bás Dubh.

Because of you.

Hurts to look at, doesn't it?

You'd rather not see the mess

and the shit and the blood.

Not nice,

is it? Don't you look away!

That's the Bás Dubh.

Pix are dying of
it by the score.

No medicine. No escape.

Their families have
to watch them rot

and scream and die.

Take a closer look at
what you're doing to us.

Go on, love.

Fly.

No!

Goodbye, my love.

Did you know about the
Black Raven's plan?

It was my plan.

Vignette!
Are you in there?

It's all right.

You need to come quick.

There are children
here. Take it down.

- Take it down!
- Look what they've done.

The humans.

They killed Dahlia and Bolero.