All language subtitles for Carnival.Row.S02E04.REPACK.1080p.WEB.H264-GGWP

Ah. Home forever home.

And the presents
must go here...

A-ha-ha!

To family.

They are toast of the town.

Thank you.

Sorry. Presents here.

She is wonderful.

Agreus! Are you all right?

- Where are we?
- We're safe.

We're in Ragusa.

You were having a nightmare.

- I was?
- Yes.

Oh, my gods.

Oh, my gods.

Would you
like to talk about it?

No?

I'm here. You're here.

That's what matters.

That's everything that matters.

What is that?

I'm told it's the
breakfast bell.

Do you feel up to it?

I can fetch you some if
you don't want to go down.

No.

No. Let's go down.

- All right.
- All right.

Let's go down.

I'll wait for you.

Did I disturb you, madam?

Disturb me?

That's the least of it.

They put my husband
and the children

in a whole different building.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

There were four of us
in there until you showed up.

And then we're tossed out
without warning to make space

for just the two of you.

This was your room?

I can assure you, madam, we
had no say in the matter.

What's so special about you two

that Leonora herself
would put us out?

You'll be late to
work, Comrade Hannah.

Of course. Right
away, Comrade.

Sorry it took so long.

Oh, no. No trouble
at all, my love.

That man...

wasn't he on our ship?

I swear I recognize
that uniform.

I don't recognize him.

He probably stole it.

That seems to be the way here.

Now, breakfast.

Excuse me, I don't
quite recall your name,

but weren't you on
our ship, The Swan?

Yes, ma'am, I
was. Morning, sir.

Morning. Come, dear,
you really must...

Tell me, is the rest of
the crew billeted here?

You're the first I've seen,
but I can't wait to hear

what Captain Haversham
has to say about all this.

- Actually...
- Imogen, I neglected to tell you that

Captain Haversham
and his officers

were, uh, liberated.

Freed? Really?

Y-Yes, ma-am, they... they
set the officers free.

Oh. That's good luck for them.
Bad luck for you, I suppose.

Perhaps not the worst luck.

I must be off. My work
detail starts in a bit.

You take care, Miss Imogen.

Work detail?

It's bad enough they're
holding us hostage here,

but to think they're
putting the men to work.

Not just men,
actually.

Pardon me for interrupting.

I am Kastor.
Pleased to meet you.

Imogen Spurnrose.

But you know that, don't you?

That I do.

As I assume you've been sent
here to keep an eye on us.

Ah, Leonora said you were smart.

Not like the other prissy

Burguish women, and
Leonora is usually right.

I am your block leader.

Which might sound
a bit intimidating,

but it is really
just a way of saying

I show people the ropes.

Hmm? A bit like a butler, maybe.

Keep you from
getting into trouble.

- Help you get settled in.
- Settled?

We will not be settling here.

Agreus, please tell
this strange person

that we intend to leave Ragusa

at the first
possible opportunity.

Quite so.

I insist on seeing your
commanding officer.

Or is she your queen?

Oh, that's good. Queen indeed.

You should tell her
that when you see her.

Might be a while, though.

She is a busy woman.

There is a war on.

All right,

I'll let two finish
your breakfast, and

I will get you to your work detail.

No, um,

Agreus will not be working
like some common laborer.

Everyone works here.

There's no shame in it.

It is the highest
honor for all of us.

Fae and human. Men and women.

Surely, you do not
expect Miss Imogen...

It is a lovely walk
to the factory.

I'll see you both
in half an hour.

Come, come.

We've got the latest
production systems.

Enough can kit out two
armies if we have to.

We're small, but we
can still outgun them.

So, we'll start you both
off with a simple, uh...

Where are you going?

I will work for us both.

My love.

Thank you.

So... block leader,

where would you have me start?

No, no, no, no, no.

Remove that shell first
and then load the next one.

You remember how to
break a sweat, huh?

You are a self-made man.

It's not the work
that troubles me.

It's making weapons
for my captors.

Heh. Captors is a bit much.

You might think of
us as liberators.

And my officers, did
you liberate them?

They operated a slave ship.

They had no legitimate
claim to their lives.

Not after they had
stolen so many.

Not slaves.

Indentured servants.

A fair trade.

Work for your freedom.

You make it sound so civilized.

Like they had a choice.

My crew never forced anyone.

Your crew served a system
that made slaves of everyone.

Or as good as.
And you know it.

You did well off it, too.

Hmm. Yes, a tidy
profit you made.

And you tried to buy
your way to acceptance.

Not that you were
ever going to get it.

Bit pathetic, if you ask me.

I'm not asking you.

I know you swallowed
the same lies

as the workers you enslaved.

Sorry, indentured
servants.

Tell me, what drives
someone like you

to do a thing like that, huh?

You and Kastor seemed
to be getting on.

Was it a stimulating
conversation?

It was not.

I'm sorry, but the food is
for workers, not spectators.

Surely you do not
expect her not to eat?

Well, I didn't expect
her not to work, either,

but there it is.

Hmm. How chivalrous.

Do you ever tire of
being so self-righteous?

Do you?

Probably hasn't felt hungry
even once in her life.

Might have done her some good.

What is it about her
that gets you going, hmm?

Is it because she's beautiful,
or because she's useful?

You, sir, should
watch your tongue.

Or... No.

She's everything you're not,
everything you want to be.

Rich, cultured... human.

It really is rather boring

watching everybody
work, Mr. Kastor.

Please show me where I may
be of service on the line?

Rovnost! Rovnost!

Rovnost!

Rovnost! Rovnost!

Rovnost! Rovnost! Rovnost!

That was a fine day's
work, both of you.

See you in the
morning for another.

Good night, Mr. Kastor.

"Comrade."

Very well. Good night, Comrade.

And to you, Comrade.

But I'll have to ask
you to wait behind.

Why?

Leonora would like
a word with you.

Both of us, surely.

Just her.

Come along, Mr. Agreus.

I won't let her go.

They'll bring her back
to you in one piece.

Don't worry.

Every last ribbon.

It's all right, my love.

I'm sure it won't take long.

So, how was it?

The dignity of honest toil?

I'm rather sore.

But you did it.

A day's work, all for yourself.

I was under the impression
I was working for you.

Nobody works for
anyone else here.

And what we produce,
we own... all of us.

What on earth would I
want with so many rifles?

Well, you might want
them if you ever have

to face down the Pact army.

Would it surprise you to know
that I have a human mate?

I'd like to say it wouldn't,

given my situation.

But, in all honesty, yes.

The prejudices I
was raised with...

I'm sometimes afraid I'll
never shed them entirely.

Revolution.

It starts in the head
and in the heart.

It's always harder
than you think.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

I love Agreus,

but I still struggle
to accustom myself

to the general idea of
human and fae together.

I'm not proud of it.

But... I thought perhaps
it would get easier.

Or that you would get stronger.

You will, ziska, I promise.

When I first fell
in love with Tomás,

I prayed for acceptance.

But before that, I
prayed for patience.

Patience?

For his feet.

His feet?

His hideous, bony feet.

Like deformed hands where
his hooves should be.

I tried my best.

We both did.

He wouldn't touch
my hooves for ages.

They are... an acquired taste.

If they had found Tomás and I

together in the Pact, I
would have been executed.

And my horns mounted

on a wall as a warning.
Did you know that?

He would have been reprimanded,

sure that he had fallen under
the spell of a Puck temptress.

As if I had such power.

Is it that way in the Burgue?

I don't know.

We left before we
were... were found out.

Here you are free, Imogen.

You and Agreus.

Here and nowhere
else in the world.

Your sheets may not be
so fine, but you are

free to love as you will.

Do you see that?

Good.

And don't worry. If I
can get used to feet,

you can get used to hooves.

But his stubbornness, that
you should worry about.

He seems no more
stubborn than any man.

What we have built
here is a fragile idea:

human and fae, men and women
working together as equals.

Our enemies abound.

We cannot have them
amongst us, too.

If Agreus continues to
resist, I fear for him.

For both of you.

I understand.

I thought you would.

When should I expect Imogen?

You'll have to ask
Leonora about that.

Good night, Comrade.

- Kastor.
- Yes, Comrade?

What became of Madam Hannah?

I'm sorry?

Her bedroll, her things,
they're gone. Where is she?

I'm afraid I don't know
who you're talking about.

Madam Hannah.

She slept in the
hallway last night

and you spoke with
her just this morning.

Where is she?

Such a person does not
exist and never has.

So no one should ever
speak of her again.

Actually, we found we have
rather a lot in common.

- Did you?
- Yes.

Speaking to her,
you would not know

she was the leader
of the revolution.

She's just an ordinary person.

But she's not ordinary.

She's the commander
of an army. Hmm?

Makes decisions, gives orders.

I suppose she does.

My love, maybe we've
been rather too hasty

in our judgement of this place.

Hasty? I think not.

This is the only place anywhere
where we, where you and I,

could be together, and no one
would give it a second thought.

Maybe we should consider
Leonora's invitation to stay.

Invitation?

Invitations can be refused.

You know nothing about
this place, or that woman.

I know she understands
me in a way no one...

in a way very few others can.

She's a murderer.

Did you know that?

Come now.

The officers on the
Swan were not liberated.

She had them shot dead.

Executed right next to me.

Executed without even
a trial. Innocent men.

I cannot believe it.

That's why you haven't
seen them since.

Because they are
rotting here in Ragusa.

Do you want the same for us?

Imogen, this is
a terrible place.

An unnatural place.

Whatever they tell you,
whatever you hear...

But we're
together here, Agreus.

That's something, isn't it?

Imogen.

There are so many things

I want us to learn
about each other.

There are so many ways I
want us to love each other.

Perhaps here we might
be given a chance.

Oh, I wish it were true.

I do.

But this place is a lie.

And I will not rest until
I've found us a way out.

Nor should you.

If this place is a
lie, then is every place a lie?

What if this is the
best lie we ever find?

Where would we go?

Where could we go?

I don't know yet.

But wherever it is,

it will not be as dangerous
as where we are right now.

You have convinced my general

that the Pact is
buying Burguish rifles

to use against us.

Why would I believe
such a report?

Because I witnessed the deal
being struck in Balefire Hall

with my very own eyes,

and I risked my life to
bring the news to you.

Ezra Spurnrose at your service.

All right.

I'm home.

Oh, there you are.

Oh...

Oh, stopped
in for a pint?

- Just one or two.
- Or three or four.

Best get washed up.

Dinner will be on
the table in no time.

- Dad?
- Oh.

Attention.

Report.

All present and
accounted for, sir.

- Mom?
- Aye, sir.

- Gran Da?
- Aye, sir.

Good job, Rafe, my lad.

Which hand?

Really?

Ah. Hmm.

Thirteenth Light Dragoons?

Thanks, Da!

Ah, come here.

That you, boy?

Here, Dad!

The lads down the pub
buy you a round or two

for gutting that Critch bitch?

Hey, hey, hey,
hey. Mind your tongue, Dad.

You know how Molly feels

about foul language
around the boy.

The world is foul.

Copper's family can't
be deaf and dumb,

not in times like this.

Might as well get
the lad used to it.

Ah, right you are, Father.

If you talk Molly
into it, I'll be happy

to go along.

If I could work miracles,

I wouldn't be in
this fucking chair.

Cheers.

That my pie?

Yeah. Steak and
kidney tonight.

Pricey, that.

The boys, they
bought it special.

- Not so bad being a hero, is it?
- Dad!

You've got some
friends come to visit.

I'm proud of you, boy.

Bloody hell.

That one's Thirteenth
Light Dragoon,

- isn't it?
- Yeah.

How'd you know?

I wore the
same uniform myself.

Wore it down to rags

in Tirnanoc.

Me and my mate there.

In the Lucky Thirteenth.

You come to my house?

Hello, there.

Uh, would your friends
like to stay for dinner?

- There's plenty.
- No.

They'll just be here a minute.

Um, why don't you go upstairs
and, uh, take the boy with you.

Oh, no need, ma'am.

We're just having a
bit of fun, aren't we?

And don't worry.

I don't bite.

What else you got there?

You.

- You fucking little...
- Easy, Dombey!

- Just hear me out.
- You want to kill me,

you are more than welcome
to try, out there.

That is fair game.

This is my home.
This is my fucking...

- It's not like that.
- We should've taken care

of that fucking Marrok
when we had the chance.

Listen, you prick, we
came here to save you.

- From what?
- The Raven.

That Pix you killed was
married to one of them.

They're looking
to even the score.

Nah. They wouldn't
dare kill a copper.

It's not like it was, Dombey.

The way they see it, if
they're going down anyway,

they might as well take
a few of you with them.

- Starting with you.
- Yeah, well, fuck them.

Let them try.

If we can catch whoever
killed the other two Raven,

give them just a little bit of
justice, they might calm down.

Think about it.

- Make sense?
- But what can I do about it?

It wasn't me, or any one
of my lads. I would know.

I believe you. They
won't, but I do.

Aren't I blessed? Well,
who's the suspect, then?

If someone's got
to swing for it.

I don't know. But I do know
that it wasn't a human.

It was definitely another fae.

Stop being a silly
cunt and help me,

I might actually
be able to bag him.

- Help you?
- Cool things down,

instead of making things worse.

Maybe save your own
skin in the process.

Damn this to hell.

I smell Pix.

I know you're there.

- You followed me.
- I was hoping

I'd be wrong, but here you are.

Coming to warn the bastard.

I'm just trying to
avert a disaster.

You chose the wrong side.

- There are no sides.
- If that were true,

then none of this
would've happened.

We wouldn't need to fight back.

And round and round we go.

Except they outnumber
us five to one.

Think about it, Vignette.

They're running out back!

You were buying him time?

Bloody hell!

- Who the fuck is that?
- You killed his wife.

You better keep moving.

- Come on!
- Fucking slow down.

Dombey, come on! Come on!

Did we lose them?

And he's
taking our precious resources

- and giving it to the Pact?
- Come on.

Out of the way!

Oi!

- Dombey!
- I'm behind you!

...slide
further into this economic...

Get out!

- Come on!
- It's high time

young Breakspear
learned his lesson!

We are a nation of steam

- and industry.
- Hyah!

Hyah!

We are a nation of faith.

We are a nation...

Drive!

Hah! Hyah!

- Hyah!
- Hey! Stop and show me your...

Move! Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Giddap!

- This is not your fight!
- Darius!

Darius, up ahead!

Watch out, man!

You've got to be bloody joking!

Dombey!

You'll only make things worse!

Come on, you old cunt.

Let's go.

It was this gun,

- wasn't it?
- Please...

Wasn't it?!

Kaine! Stop!

- He killed Oona.
- It won't bring her back.

Enough! Both of you!

Is this what you've become?

This is what humans made me.

Arrest Philostrate, over there!

- In that alley, down there!
- You two, with me!

Pix on the loose!

Don't move!

Bring that oily,
half-bred prick over here.

Toss him in the cells.

He might have a little accident.

No.

Nah.

I don't want him
stinking out the place.

Besides, we know
where to find him.

Berwick!

Take this filthy
Critch back to the Row,

where he belongs.

And can somebody
please get after

that fucking Marrok?!

Martyr, Philo.

What have you done?

Brought Sergeant Dombey
up to speed with our case.

He took it surprisingly well.

Are you all right?

You could have told me
his mate was a Marrok.

- Listen, I-I didn't...
- You should have let me kill him!

Philo betrayed us.

You can't still
be protecting him.

I'm not. But he
wasn't the target.

Philo picked his side.

He's with them.

I warned you, but
you didn't listen.

What
makes you say that?

Death. The stink of
it is all around you.

I know I wasn't supposed
to use dark magic,

and I didn't mean to.

But... Yes, I-I meant to,
but it was to help someone.

The Sight is a curse.
I told you that.

It happened again.

I saw through the eyes
of that thing that's been

killing people, only this time,

I saw it come for me.

You saw your own death?

Yeah.

Everything else The Sight
has showed me has come true.

Is it ever wrong?

I don't know, child.

But there are some
things the living

are not meant to know.

Please.

I suspected you'd
come back for my help,

so I marked the correct page.

- But now it's too late.
- No, no, no, no, no.

The page for what?

For an old, old recipe.

To summon the light and purge
the darkness inside of you.

A way to get that
old witch out of me?

But if you attempt
to purge the darkness

- after you have become the darkness...
- No, no, no.

No, no, I haven't, I swear.

I-I haven't become
the darkness.

No, not me, that was
a... That was a one-time

help-out-a-friend situation,
and it's over now, so...

Please?

Lovely.

So I just mix up
this little potion

and then chuck it down,
and poof, no more witch

or, or visions or any of it?

I can't be sure.
It's old magic.

Nobody has tried it
for six centuries.

Okay, well, thank you

for helping me.

Don't thank me.

The poison is deep
inside you now.

Even if it works, drawing it out

will be excruciating.

Fresh mandrake?

Come off it.

Um...

Don't open the door.

- Darius?
- What day is it?

Uh, it's Martyr's Day.

It's the same
as it was this morning.

Did I hurt you?

Me? No, no, no. No,
no, no, I'm fine.

You're a Marrok.

Yeah. Sorry I
left that bit out.

But how? It's-it's
not even a full moon.

The Pact found a way.

That's how they won the war.

It was a Marrok
soldier that bit me.

Sorry.

After the army found out
what I was carrying inside,

they locked me up.

Tried different ways
to bring it out.

Experiments. Tests.

Different forms of pain.

Right. The scars.

Yeah.

The scars.

Sometimes the pain
was so great...

I, uh...

I prayed.

I really... I really
prayed for death.

But why would they do that?

To make a Marrok
soldier of their own.

No, no, no, no, no.

I mean, I mean, why
would your army betray

one of its own soldiers?

I wasn't a soldier anymore!

I was just a Critch.

Sorry.

Oh...

I'm really, really sorry.

Can you control it?

For the most part... yeah.

Best not to stick me with
something sharp, though.

No, please, don't.

Right.

Why don't you come inside
and get cleaned up, hmm?

Better if I stay
locked up in here.

I promise not to stick
you with anything sharp.

Oi.

I get you out, and you thank me

by stirring up more trouble.

I tried to head it
off. I came up short.

Police will be coming, Boz.

Tell your lot to hide.

Are you hurt?

No. Are you?

Guess I should say well done.

Police know it was you.

You need to run.

Run where, exactly?

Back to Tirnanoc?

I can get you out
till things calm down.

Find a place that
will be safer for you.

You picked sides
against the fae,

and everyone here knows it.

I'm not the one
that needs to run.

I'll be fine.

There's a nest full of
Raven who'll say different.

And there's nothing I
can do to protect you.

If you have a way out, use it.

I'm not going anywhere.

Well, cheers to that.

Fuck.

Yeah.

A fine couple we make, eh?

We did, for a time.

And it was good fun
fooling ourselves.

Yeah. It was.

The fuckin
coppers are here! Run!

Where the fuck are
those Black Raven hiding?!

They're
gonna kill us all.

- I have to warn them.
- No, I'll warn 'em.

You shouldn't go. Don't go!

Hurry. Hurry! Best
not get in their way.

Get the fuck off him.

Dombey.

What the fuck is this?

You! Where
are the Black Raven?

Please don't hurt us.

No need to if you tell

- me where they are.
- I don't know.

You tell me where
the fuck they are!

They're over there.
Don't hurt us.

- You're gonna tell me now...
- They're over there.

Fuck off!

- Go on!
- They're over this way!

This way!

Come on, boys.

Stop shooting!

I am the one you want.

I went to the Burgue to get
the copper who killed Oona.

Is this the one?

She doesn't deserve
a clean death.

Save her for the Hydra.