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I won't be long come Lavinia, faster, faster! Slow down, slow down. I wish you weren't moving

to Paris. I know, my love, but you have important duties to uphold here. You'll be young, Master

Bidlow, in my absence. The last Bidlow more like. Oh darling, please don't be morose.

Not right before I leave. But Lavinia, you're bound to get married now. And once you are,

it'll all dress me weeny, won't it? Are you going to show me this marvellous thing that

you've made or not? Come on!

Come on!

They're passerines, mostly corvids, but I was lucky to find one specimen with its alternate

plumage intact.

Do you see how the contral feathers grow downwards in order to...

Vinnie?

Is something the matter?

How did you come by all of these?

I didn't hurt them, Vinnie.

I found them and I simply...

Have I done something wrong?

Nothing has happened, Vinnie.

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Is there anybody there?

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Okie!

Oh, help me, my dog.

Just stay, stay, stay.

Let's go.

I'm gonna lift you, alright?

That's it.

That's it.

That's it, you're alright.

You're alright.

I'm gonna get your chair.

Penance!

Penance!

I'm alright, but I have to go gentle now or the whole thing will fall down on us.

Well, here goes a little bit of nothing.

It needed me, Pen, and I...

Fuck!

Penance, it came this way!

Lord Massen, you need to go down.

Something's changed. The knocking, sir, it won't stop.

Maybe she was frightened by the earthquake.

Enough!

Lord Massen, please!

Your mother was spirited too.

It's a pity you never knew.

But at least she was spared this.

If I were to let you leave, I know what fearful men are capable of.

A lone aberration like you could never survive outside these walls.

Penance, it came this way.

Penance, it came this way.

Ruby!

I need some more cocaine!

What in the name of these little holy fuck practices have you people been doing all day?

Ruby!

The Lord.

Why, by looking at a broken lavatory of a hallway, is nothing compared?

Where's my Olympian splendor, my gilded tendrils of life?

There is a concern...

There is not.

...that we won't be ready...

You will be.

...by tonight.

The night of the party. Excellent.

There's been an earthquake, Lord Swan.

Moses lived through ten plagues, ten, and a stutter, but still he got to work.

Part of the red fucking scene with nothing but a robe and a stick.

You people have powers, abilities. Use them.

Isn't there anyone of you who can just float that into place?

And you, plastering person, do you intend for the ferriments to collapse into the river?

At least put some plaster on the more ghastly cracks down there.

It doesn't have to be real, it just needs to look pretty.

Surely you can understand that.

But the quake, sir, the foundations are damaged.

That is the entire point.

This is a Sybaritic festival.

Tonight there will be no foundation.

Destiny cannot wait.

Much more of that.

They telephoned again?

This morning. Twice. Yesterday.

It's your father. He's asking for you, sir.

And in five minutes he'll be asking for his dear, departed cocker spaniel, Rudica.

Beat the crap out of that poor creature as well.

But he's dying.

Are you still here?

Look, I'll go, all right?

Tomorrow.

But they say tomorrow will be...

Tomorrow we can all return to our miserable realities, but tonight please help me forget all about it.

Gods will be men. Men will be gods, Ruby.

And each will be transformed by a taste of the other's lives.

Destiny cannot wait.

God!

No!

Oh, fuck!

Who is it?

It's me.

Find out how many visitors, then?

Is that everything?

I saw you, you know.

In the cell with her.

Just before she broke out.

New super sharp with only looks.

New super is a prick.

He's gunning for you.

Talking about dismissal unless you show your face.

I don't understand.

You're just going to throw our whole career for what?

You mustn't carry that around with you, Frank.

You know about Lord Massen.

Massen?

One of them ministers without portfolio,

ain't he?

Whispering in everyone's ear.

I need to weigh him.

Who's he friends with?

Who's he fucking?

Do you think I've got the faintest idea what side of the bed

someone like Lord Massen sleeps on?

Oh yeah, sorry, that's right.

He comes down the necks every Thursday for a pint, don't he?

Nah.

You serious?

You had Mary killed?

Why would he do something like that?

I don't know.

I'm going to find out.

No, you ain't.

You'll get nothing but dead ends.

It's a fixed fucking order, you know that.

One way or another, I will see him stretch for what he done.

My own word, at least.

Lucy?

Too late.

Roll out.

What are you doing down here?

You still think you know everything?

I hated myself for so long.

I see it in you, too.

Who brought you down here, Lucy?

Lucy.

Don't.

It sang to me, too.

Gentle as a merry giver, can you imagine singing with such glory echoing through every heart

and angry part of me, right through all of the goddamned bloodlines?

I don't understand.

She was down here with the glampy.

I think she broke it out.

Did she hurt us?

I don't know if she'll want that, I think.

Time to go.

Well, we have to bury her.

She might hold it against us.

I might.

Someone told Lucy about the glampy because they wanted her to destroy it.

Who, Hague?

I don't know, but I have to find it before it's too late.

Where to then?

No way out but through.

It's not much further.

Take it all the way out.

Is this for the glampy?

It is a glampy.

Someone I know, someone I trust.

They told me that maybe, maybe it was Hope.

Hope?

I expected better of a scientist like Miss Adair.

Finding after two touched women.

I hope this isn't coming afloat.

Am I not allowed friendship under your purview?

For God's sake, be it Hugo or Miss Adair or anyone who fails to live up to your draconian expectations.

We almost died, Vinnie.

Don't you think we could take this moment, this opportunity to just be honest with one another?

I saw you with the touched woman.

I saw what you did.

I just need you to tell me why.

Regardless of what you have been told by Mrs. True, that creature is our enemy.

You, you, you, you support the touched.

Well then, I refuse to take one more step with you if you don't tell me what is going on down here with this enemy.

Augustus, how did you know I was here?

Now get out of my way.

Get out of my way!

Hold your hands, Vinnie!

Quiet.

Stay there, stay there.

Move your arm.

It's all right.

Come on, come on.

Be careful of your head.

Death Row is here because it's time we had it out.

Any objections, you can go.

Good.

Now tell us again exactly what that Bidlow woman said to Amalia.

No one in or out until this unrest is settled or I'll be forced to withdraw my patronage.

Which says to me, Miss Bidlow's guards aren't here to protect us, they're here to protect her.

How do you mean?

Her investment, her reputation.

So Amalia laying out Bidlow's guards like a couple of flapjacks is probably bad for us.

Definitely not good.

Where will we go if we lose the orphanage?

It seems to me that she's left you all at your most vulnerable hour.

It wasn't Amalia who burned our house down.

She's got her mission, but the purists are our real enemy.

Any moment now they will be swarming these doors and we're not ready.

They're growing in numbers.

Neil told me.

He says everyone out there blames us for the earthquakes.

They say that Maladie called down some dark, touched magic when she hung.

Well, they're right.

Mrs. True's creature is responsible, isn't it?

All it seems to be doing is causing chaos.

Had enough eyes on me as it was.

Well, Amalia told us the Galanthe is from her future, so she can deal with it.

What's coming for us is bigger than some angry mob.

Soon the purists won't just be the men on the streets,

but they'll be the men in the police stations and the men in the courtrooms.

Fear of the touch will become just part of the system.

There weren't no system for me and Nigee when we needed it.

Yeah, and that's why we need to change things.

How are we going to change anything when we're stuck inside here?

We need to wait for Amalia.

Oh, no, we are done waiting for Amalia to save us.

It's time to do things our own way.

And what do we benefit becoming foot soldiers in this army of yours?

Guns. More nigger than you can find in the pages of your good book for a start.

I know. I know about your principles.

It's OK, singing your little songs on the street,

daubing your little pictures on the walls.

Now, if your idea of a campaign is a few kids will crack...

We've given lives in battle.

She means her friend, the girl that got killed.

She don't mean no harm. Do your best.

Ever heard of King Canute?

Learned about him at the schoolhouse.

Stupid old duffer.

Sat there shouting at the sea till it drowned him.

Wait. She's yours.

Get back, Bess.

And there's you.

Asking for our lives while you walk around with this stinky, attached pet on you.

A foul musk.

You ought to be ashamed.

Should I? She's only a kid.

I ain't afraid.

If anyone, man, woman or girl, have any doubts about where my loyalty's lie, step forward.

I'll get my army and you get your money and your guns.

There never was a fair amount of mail in all of London town.

And you, just a little tadpole, but you know, I've got some bite.

You want to watch your back?

Why must you always be this way?

My whole life I've just tried to please you.

I've just, I've done everything as you've asked.

Why would you keep me at a distance?

Because you can't help me.

You let somebody help you?

Then why couldn't it have been me?

Am I so lacking in your eyes that you...

You are not fit to carry the Bitlo name.

I did it all for you, Orgy.

Can't you see?

The Galanthe, what it did to us hurt you, Orgy.

I can't help but hate it for what it did to you.

You know, I know every hair on your head.

I know every shadow in your eye.

I taste the very air before you breathe it.

Long before there was a word for it, I knew you were touched.

I watched when you tried to play it for confused bumbling.

Many people were fooled by it, but not me.

I was never trying to fool you.

When the reports of the touch had become too numerous to ignore,

I knew you had some part in it.

Can you imagine, Orgy, how that pained me?

That I knew my brother, my everything was a danger.

But you think because I'm touched I'm somewhat...

I'm a danger to society?

No.

The creature didn't make you dangerous.

It simply amplified what you already were.

I see.

I'm going to try and start the boiler.

You can't go in there, sir.

Frank.

What an entirely unexpected surprise.

No Riverbank summons today, then?

Or perhaps you're here to see the very man himself.

What the fuck are you doing?

Preparing.

What is that?

Is that milk?

Yes, well, I wouldn't expect you to understand the rigours of performance.

Or art, for that matter.

Lord Masson.

He one of yours?

Becoming your little shindig tonight?

Yeah.

Because your families, they go way back, don't they?

And you've gone peacock-shooting together or riding around on stags.

You've got the wrong swan, Frank.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me.

No, I ain't come here for that.

No.

No, of course not.

Well, I can't give you Masson.

Closing ranks, eh?

That's what all you lot do sooner or later.

Get out.

The fixed fucking order.

God forbid you should ever just come to see me, Frank.

Okay.

You've had a telegram.

Made our favorite, always calms her down.

We must put an end to this madness now.

But sir, we can't.

We can't end it.

Feels wrong to have left her there all along.

I told you before you have to focus on something else.

Don't give in to it.

What?

Sentiment.

Good soldier never looks back.

She must have been desperate to have tried to kill the Galanti.

Why would it let her break it out?

Can't say I've given much thought.

Play with me.

The road was up to Nietzsche on that one.

Nothing makes any...

Goddamn great one.

What's going to help?

Shut up and ship out.

Our friend's the one you trust.

Fucking Sam.

I just want to do something.

This mercy had plenty for every sin under God's sun, save the blasphemy you've given

up.

Please don't be dancing with the devil of despair.

Or maybe the devil should be fucking arsed.

Faster, all right?

Good.

Good.

You have a training amount to fight?

I put some of these turns to use, show them what we're capable of.

The people out there are already furious, honey.

Good.

No, not good.

This kind of display is only going to drive more of the people to the purest.

That's why we just lock our doors and pray that no one burns us down.

You said it yourself, Horatio.

Our world is on fire.

Why won't you stand up and use what you've been given?

Big sharp, little man.

It's out.

It's out, and we must oblige it.

Sunday best, eh?

Oh, what's a bit of lace to do with bags of flesh and bone, eh?

Still, we want to look our best, don't we?

They've been waiting so patiently all this time.

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

What am I digging for?

Why has the rat stopped scrabbling?

Make haste.

Make haste.

As it happens.

As it happens.

As it happens.

A pack of rabid dogs that's got your nasty scent.

There lies your only chance.

Dig, dig, dig.

He's coming.

He's coming.

He's there.

Oh, it stings, Angel.

It's stuck.

Oh, it's almost clawing, scraping.

Sound familiar?

Listen to it.

Chicken-hearted thing.

Screaming and twisting.

Such suffering.

No?

I hear nothing.

Nothing?

And you call yourself a man of science?

A creator, eh?

Oh, it's only been two days, love.

According to my calculations, we've got at least 672 to go before I let you sleep.

This accumulation of anguish is...

Very dear to me.

I will defend it until I want, until I don't.

Have you finished yet?

Yes.

Have you used kindling?

What kindling, then?

Heaven's sake.

It is the basic principle of operating a steam engine.

What the hell do you know about the basic principle of the operation of a steam engine?

Do you know, Luminia?

I think it's high time you started answering some of my questions for a change.

About the bodies.

What bodies?

The bodies.

The ones in the cave.

They're such horrible scars.

God knows what you've done to them.

Augustus.

No, no.

No, no, no, Luminia.

I will finish my thought, thank you very much.

It just...

It seems to me that you're the one that we should be worried about.

Maybe I'm the one who should be taking responsibility for you.

You're acting strangely, Augie.

But strange can be wondrous.

It can be beautiful.

It's glorious.

Of course, you don't know anything about that.

Everything I have done has been done in the name of humanity.

Sorry.

Do you alone get to dictate who's included in this version of humanity?

Because based on what I saw today, you've done far more to compromise the Big Low Name

than I ever have.

You were shouting, kill it, kill it, kill it.

Never in my life have I done anything to hurt anyone, anybody.

Are you serious?

Well, that was an accident.

An accident?

Mm-hmm.

Is that what you truly believe?

I was a child!

You pushed me!

No, no, you didn't.

And then you watched me fall.

And now you still refuse to acknowledge your culpability, and you cannot see what I...

I think, Lavinia, you've failed to give yourself the credit that you deserve.

You've shaped your own life.

It's time I shape mine.

Augustus!

I've had enough of your theatrics!

Stop!

Augustus!

Augustus!

I've had enough of your theatrics!

Stop!

Augustus!

Augustus!

That's enough.

That'll have to do, old chap.

Ruby, if you say one more thing about my goddamn father...

I'm afraid it's too late, sir.

He's gone.

What shall I tell them?

Let us call down the gods, Ruby.

Lord Swan, I mean your grace.

Welcome, one.

Welcome, all.

Tonight, I am but your humble and lowly steward,

conducting you from the shores of inert, quotidian languor

to one better suited to the divine.

Welcome to Mount Olympus, your Saturnalia awaits.

Here goes Saturnalia!

Each strike closer to God.

Don't fret, pet.

Promise a big white kiss when I'm back.

Keep him warm while I'm gone, will ya?

We've been walking for hours.

Maybe we should head home, have a look through this spectralicle

and try and track the Glanthi that way.

Home?

The orphanage is a stopgap, not a home.

No, Emanuel.

That might have been true when we first started,

but it's not the case now.

Didn't Mary's song show you that beyond a whisper of a doubt?

And now Mary's dead and Lucy's dead.

My God, don't you know better than to get attached?

I lived in countless homes and I lost everything on one of them.

I can barely remember the one I grew up in, let alone...

What in God's heaven?

Oh, you.

The two-faced woman and her pretty little finger-puppet.

Are you real?

Are you real?

Are you here because I am?

Always standing out where you're not wanted.

You're alive?

Heard you tried to save my neck from stretching.

Did you imagine we'd be friends?

Brush each other's hair in the mornings.

A hundred times mine.

Nice and shiny.

Bet she tried to stop you, didn't she?

Bet she tried to tell you Maladie deserved to go limp like a dolly,

but she doesn't learn, you see.

Doesn't listen and she can't hear her heads.

Empty. Empty.

Empty.

All you want to teach me?

I don't know what I fucking want.

What would I want with her, eh?

She's a lost one, isn't she?

She can't even hear it.

Hear what?

We were talking.

Never could abide rudeness, you.

There's a time and a place.

Exactly.

This is a time and a place for what I should have done the first time.

He mocked me without knowing nothing.

Nightingale Mary got to thinking,

maybe I'm faulting the angels for the sin of their maker

when he's the one should go first.

Don't you think? Isn't that fairest of all?

Their maker?

There's such a lot of humming for such a little craven.

It's been years and years. I can't wait to get it out.

But he makes hum.

You can hear the gladly.

You know where it is, don't you?

You've always done.

You think you're so clever, but I know you aren't.

Good look at that face, girly.

You won't be seeing it much longer.

Not after she's gone and left you.

Gone?

My heart hangs, too.

My heart and my lungs and my gut and my guts and my brain,

all of them a drum, a drum, bang, bang, loud and soft,

loud again and now.

Who are you going to choose?

Who are you going to choose?

I've made my choice.

Now.

What does she mean gone?

Amalia Hennis, please, we have to go now.

So you saved the gladly.

Won't you want to take her home?

Where is that? When is that?

And you'll go, won't you?

Of course I will.

You must.

What are you doing?

No, we stay together.

I'm no soldier. I'll only get in the way.

Hennis, please.

The gladly needs you.

The world needs you.

It's very, very hot.

As it happens, your fever's only getting worse.

My lady said to keep you warm, so warm I'll be keeping you.

She's got special plans for you.

Gone to make a mockery of their disrespect,

to aim for the heart of it.

With a bloody head of God himself in her hand.

So girls, too powerful lords, will make melodies of us all.

Will make melodies of us all.

Hennis!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

You really don't know.

You don't want to play with me, no?

How about we make a wager?

I'm not doing this.

Do you think God will beg at my feet for mercy,

or meet the end with his head held high?

I'll even give you a head start.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Far too light for that.

Should we call Penance, see what she's up to?

That one understands the meaning of friendship.

Sort of. We should have met sooner.

She thinks she misses us.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!