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Burn the Row! Burn the Row!

Burn the Row! Burn the Row!

Looks like we kicked the hornets' nest.

That was the idea.

Rile them up.

Why draw them here?

Let's go find out.

How did I miss it?

They've been playing us for a fool all along.

Vignette, we got to go.

Philo. Philo, come back.

Let's stick to the plan.

The only chance of killing it is back there.

Don't you get it? The Row is a diversion.

They're out to slaughter Parliament.

Fuck Parliament! Fuck the New Dawn!

It's Tourmaline I care about.

- And we both know that Sparas is after her. - She knows.

She agrees with me. It has to be stopped.

She cares too much about people.

And you know that.

And that's why you asked her to lure it here in the first place.

Didn't you?

- Didn't you?! - You're right.

It's my fault she's in danger.

I'm sorry.

What do you want me to do?

Tourmaline?

Tourmaline.

Philo was right. He had to go.

Yeah, well, uh,

the plan still works without him.

Last I heard...

machine gun beats monster.

- I want you to go. - Right.

Well, I'm not leaving you to fight Sparas alone.

You're not my protector.

I'm sorry if you think there's something between us,

but there's not.

Yeah, I know, I know. You and Vignette.

But I'm the one who's still standing here.

And if you get hurt and turn Marrok,

- what do I do then? - You stop me.

Like you did last time.

I can't fight two monsters at once.

Is that how you see me?

I'm safer without you.

Did I not make myself clear?

Go!

Go!

Gentlemen, it is an unwelcome surprise,

but because Imogen Spurnrose is a Burguish citizen,

our entire government is compelled to assemble.

The session's

going to be a little late, I'm afraid,

because MPs are coming from all over the city,

and checkpoints are causing chaos.

- Davorí. - I understand the need for heightened security.

Mr. Millworthy, should the Pact be concerned

that your entire government is assembling

to hear out our enemy?

I assure you, Ambassador, it's a legal protocol,

nothing else.

Cunning of them to use your own laws against you.

- Quite. - Mrázls.

And as soon as the New Dawn has finished,

you, of course, will have the floor.

This way, please.

Forgive me, Mr. Millworthy,

does this mean that we have to wait outside

while the New Dawn speaks?

I wouldn't add insult to injury

and make you sit through that, no.

Ambassador, if I may, uh,

whatever lies the New Dawn rebels plan to feed

to our allies, we should surely be at hand to hear them.

How else will we counter them with the truth?

Major Vir is right. As distasteful as it will be,

we must insist on being present.

I see. Well, um...

I'll alert the members to your request.

A-And I'll lobby on your behalf.

Meanwhile, please make yourselves

as comfortable as possible.

As comfortable as the circumstances permit.

His Excellency, the Pact ambassador.

Prating, bourgeois fool.

King's cousin, of course.

I wonder how all that finery will look

rotting in a field.

Don't expect sympathy.

You won't fool me a second time.

You took his horn?

All your fine words about fighting for the oppressed,

and you took a faun's horn?

Your speech.

How do I know you won't hurt Agreus?

You don't.

Look at what they done to him.

He stood against us.

Thanks to the brave actions

of our comrades last night,

the mob will come.

Uh, a little suggestion, if I may.

Serve 'em up to the Sparas!

Unfortunately,

- his fight is elsewhere. - What?

The Sparas isn't coming to the Row?

- Correct. He is not. - Shit.

You might have mentioned we'd be fighting without him.

We have all we need, Comrade.

Weapons in our hands,

courage in our hearts,

and the attention of the Burgue.

So, what happens now?

That rabble will soon overrun the police

and storm through into the Row.

But how do we stop them? There's so many.

We don't want to stop them.

We will let them come.

Offer no resistance

until they reach here,

where we will open fire and kill them all.

If they get that far they'll tear the Row apart.

If we want to defeat our enemies,

we must be willing

to make the greater sacrifice.

Listen, it'll work better

in Oberon Square.

Your plan, just like you said.

There are more places to hide,

more cover to shoot from.

We can pick them off from all sides.

Only if the mob move in that direction.

Those men outside, they're not looking for you.

They're looking for the ones who firebombed their friends.

Go on, ziska.

They will come there, just like you said.

But then I show myself,

let them chase me right into your trap.

With this plan, our entire victory

depends on you.

If you should fail

or if they catch you...

They'll be looking for me, too.

I'll go with her.

We'll draw the bastards right to you.

Where you going, Critch?

- No! - Hold up.

Wait!

Say hello to Berwick when you see him.

- Bring him up, lads. - Come on, now.

Come on, string him up.

Get him up! Come on!

The time has come, Inspector.

The time has finally come.

I'll do it, for Agreus' sake.

I'll read your speech out word for word.

But I have to ask, who wrote this?

Our finest diplomatic minds

toiled day and night.

Clearly, they have no idea about how to address

the Burguish Parliament.

It requires a formality.

If I read this out, we're likely to be thrown out

before there's any hope of achieving the peace treaty.

You know best.

Put it in your own words if you wish.

In my own wor...

This is a matter of life and death.

You could refuse

the ambassador's request, of course.

The New Dawn wouldn't mind.

Didn't the Foreign Office say that would be improper?

Hang diplomatic protocol.

If it speeds up this rotten business,

I say let the Pact and the New Dawn

sit and stare each other to death.

It's time.

Parliament awaits your address.

Quick, get some water.

I, uh, are you all right?

Come on. Come on, quickly. Water!

- Miss... Miss Spurnrose... - You have no reason to believe me, but

- something terrible is about to happen. - What do you mean?

Kastor's been exchanging very odd looks with that Pact envoy.

I think they're working together. I think he's New Dawn.

I can't believe that Major Vir...

Oh...

Oh.

Oh, dreadfully embarrassing.

I apologize for Comrade Imogen.

She seems to fall ill at the most inconvenient moment.

That's all right. I think we should give the young lady

a moment to, uh, catch her breath.

That won't be necessary.

We are ready to proceed.

Kill the Critch! Kill the Critch!

Kill the Critch! Kill the Critch!

Kill the Critch!

It's time.

Major Vir, I have spent my whole life in the theater,

but you're a great performer.

I can tell you I was completely fooled.

What exactly are you implying, Mr. Millworthy?

"A threat to the natural order.

An offensive peasant's daydream."

Isn't that what you called them?

Ah, yes. Yes, the, uh... the New Dawn.

How long have you been working for them?

The Pact is finished, Mr. Millworthy.

Everyone knows it.

But my government would rather fight to the last man

than sue for peace.

Well, if the war is lost, what are you doing here today?

Because I am a patriot, sir.

Because...

Because I don't want to see my country in ruins.

I plan to speak in support of the peace treaty.

Your ambassador will call it treason,

and you will be executed.

Yes, but then I will die with my principles intact.

Surely you can understand, no?

You're a defender of the fae, Mr. Millworthy.

Always have been.

- Well, that... - You are... you are

a rare breed, Mr. Millworthy.

A decent human being.

If there were only time, in a different world,

then we might truly have been friends.

But yes, I am working with the New Dawn.

And yes, I am prepared to risk everything for peace.

So, will you stand with me

or against me?

Oh!

Aah!

Kill the Critch!

Kill the Critch!

Kill the Critch!

Kill the Critch!

Kill the Critch!

Sergeant.

Constable.

This takes it too fucking far, Thatch.

You do this,

there will be a reckoning.

This is the reckoning, Sergeant.

Don't forget who you are and what they are.

Oi, what you want us to do?

Sarge?

Open the gate!

Come on!

Go!

Come on!

Fucking have 'em!

Fucking move. Out of the fucking way!

Hey! Come here.

Fuck off.

Come on!

You fucking Critch scum.

You're gonna get all you fucking deserve!

Chop her fucking head off!

Oi!

Oh, shit.

Hey! Cut her fucking wings off!

Hey! Hey, get the fuck out of the way.

Who else? Get her fucking wings off!

Oh, shit! Oh!

- Oi! Stop! - Out of the way!

Official business!

Come on! Halt!

Official business!

Are you mad?

You're pointing those things in the wrong direction.

The Sparas is inside.

At ease.

- Sound the alarm! - No!

That's the worst thing you can do.

Where's Runyon Millworthy?

Okay, smash his horns!

Hold his head still, lads!

- Kill him! - Get him!

Come on!

Go!

Come on!

Find the fucking vermin.

Find 'em!

Got to be here somewhere!

Wait.

Let more of them come.

Give me that fucking torch.

Yeah, smoke 'em out.

Gotta be here somewhere.

Burn it down!

- Burn it down! - Burn it down! All of it!

Ladies,

gentlemen, let's proceed.

- Philo, what are you doing here? - I need you

to keep your eyes on me while I'm talking, all right?

All right.

- Major Vir is... - I know.

Major Vir, he told me.

- He's New Dawn. - The Sparas.

What did you just say?

Vir is the Sparas.

Eyes.

What do we... What-what do we do?

The guards will evacuate Parliament.

We just need to buy them time.

What the devil is the delay now?

Major.

What's taking the time?

- What's going on? - The Sparas is coming!

The doors! Bar the doors!

For Martyr's sake, help us!

You heard him. Hold the door!

Hold the door!

Hold it!

That's a sight.

That's not supposed to be here.

Thank the gods it is.

I have to go.

- Vini! - Get off me.

No, you'll lead them away.

Stick to the plan.

Don't abandon us again, Vini.

Let go of me, Kaine. Please.

Vini, please don't do this.

What's Vignette doing?

- Stop! - There they are!

Vini!

You fucking Critch.

No!

No, no.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. No.

No.

Someone shoot it!

They've got snipers!

You hear that?

Fuck!

Back to the...

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Darius?

Darius?

Morr faélar isteag mit.

Vini!

Darius.

You did it.

We did it.

For we are soldiers of the Burgue.

Of...

the...

Sergeant, we must put an end to this.

Sarge, what should we do?

What have I done?

You went with your heart.

I've always loved her.

I know.

And I'll always love you.

It will never be over, will it?

Not for me.

Please don't die trying to stop them.

Please.

Hold your fire!

He's got the Sparas.

What's that?

Parliament's safe!

It's over!

No.

We fight another day.

Hide for now, Comrades.

We lost the battle, but not the war.

Comrade.

You lost.

But the seeds

have been sown.

Clear out of the housing!

She's here!

I have the leader of the New Dawn.

Rovnost.

All right, clean this mess up!

Daniel, put out that fire!

Drag that man out of here!

Oi, you lot, get up here!

So, is death the end?

Death's the greatest leveler of us all.

Sole certainty

in this uncertain life.

So, what defines us?

Is it our skin,

soil, status

or our strife?

Our lives are shaped by the hand of power.

Our fate

and future are balanced on his knife.

His blade cuts both sweet and sour.

Seems we've no choice of skin, soil

or strife.

But do we not we all tread

the same sweet, dark earth?

Sleep neath the same starred blanket of night?

Do not we all love, laugh, grieve

and have worth?

Well, the truth is

our path is ours to define.

Because our own flesh and blood

will make their own line.

What? What do you think you're doing?

That's undermined two hours of work.

That's it.

Why am I standing here?

I was told you would never accept

a half-fae chancellor.

That the so-called birthright of...

Absalom Breakspear's eldest son...

...didn't apply to me.

Mm.

So, thank you for the honor.

But we should be honest.

You see a human man,

raised,

conditioned

by institutions

that enforce your values:

Burguish schools,

the army,

police.

What you don't see...

...are the scars on my back...

...where my wings...

...were mutilated and stolen.

So it's easy for you to ignore that part of me you hate.

The part of me your institutions

taught me to hate.

I never felt right hiding what I was...

...just so that I could enjoy

the privileges

of being a human man

while others like me were being persecuted.

Persecuted even by me.

I suppose that makes me your ideal candidate, hmm?

A self-loathing fae

who won't really change anything.

And that's the point, isn't it?

Yeah.

You have no intention of changing.

You have far too much invested

in keeping things exactly the way they are.

But you underestimate all faefolk.

We...

are a people who know how to change.

If I'd understood that about myself,

if I'd been able to change sooner,

maybe I wouldn't have had to lose the love of my life.

Hmm.

She deserves better than me.

So do all faefolk.

They have as much right to sit here

as any of you.

The next chancellor should have horns.

What?

- Or wings. - Are you kidding me?

But it won't be me.

I won't be your excuse not to change.

It shows every flaw.

It's magnificent.

You choose one.

Here we go.

Choose one, mate.

Now, you put your money down, right.

- There, you. - Get the beer down.

Where you going?

Inspector now, is it?

A credit to the force, they said.

Have they met you?

Piss off.

Anyway, I'll aim to be.

Better late than never, I suppose.

You know, you might've mentioned

that you were Breakspear's son.

Would it have made you any less of a prick?

Of course.

To your face.

Yes. Look,

I know.

But it was a good show.

It was. Philo!

Did you ever dream of seeing this?

Peace on the Row.

Peace.

But for how long, I wonder.

Well, things are changing.

But you're right. A little bit slowly.

I mean, how long will it be really

before any faefolk are elected to Parliament?

You know, I did dream

that it would be you leading the charge.

I think you would've made a very good chancellor.

No.

It would've made an interesting tale

for your theater.

And it's time we wrote different stories around here.

Yeah. No, no, that's entirely right.

It's the kind of thing your mother would say.

I can hear her voice.

She'd be proud of you.

You loved her, didn't you?

I did.

And she loved you back?

Hmm.

She'd have been proud of you, too.

Well, so much for your glittering career in politics.

What are you gonna do, go back to the police?

Or will the next chapter be further afield,

away from home?

What happens next?

I suppose we'll have to find out.