- 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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.