No!
You don't know the police
like I do.
If you go after one of them,
the whole Row will burn.
Forgive me, sir, but I must warn you about
Miss Longerbane.
She owns those factories.
She's been buying them up behind our backs.
Fergus,
you must know where my sister
and Mr. Astrayon have gone.
Last word I heard
was that Mr. Astrayon and Miss Imogen were aboard the Swan
when it was captured off the coast of Ragusa.
Critch-loving servant.
Here you are free, Imogen. You and Agreus.
Here and nowhere else in the world.
Maybe we should consider Leonora's invitation to stay.
Invitation?
Invitations can be refused.
The Pact is buying
Burguish rifles to use against us.
Why would I believe such a report?
And I risked my life to bring the news to you.
Ezra Spurnrose at your service.
I suspected
you'd come back for my help,
so I marked the correct page.
The page for what?
To summon the light
and purge the darkness inside of you.
You fucking little...
Easy, Dombey, we came here to save you.
- From what? - The Raven.
They're looking to even the score.
Come on! Get her off.
It was his gun, wasn't it?
Please.
Wasn't it?!
Is this what you've become?
This is what humans made me.
You, get the fuck off him.
Dombey, what the fuck is this?
Stop shooting!
-
Go on, then. Do it.
I should.
But then who's gonna help me save Vignette?
- Enough! Enough.
The Pix here present in this court,
Vignette Stonemoss...
Are you, uh, certain this is the Pix woman
who made an attempt on your life?
- That's her, Your Honor. - Indeed.
If you could, uh, describe the altercation,
Sergeant Dombey,
in your own words?
She attacked me in my home,
her and her Critch friends.
In front of my wife.
In front of my son.
One of them tried to stick me with a dagger.
Yeah.
I fought back, but there must have been a dozen of them,
crawling all over the place like vermin.
It was all I could do to get away.
I ran, to the constabulary.
I would have died if...
If what, Sergeant?
Just trying to get the thought
straight in my head, Your Honor.
Luckily for me,
my fellow officers showed up in the nick of time.
Like always, eh, lads?
Enough, enough. Order.
Vignette Stonemoss.
Would you care to make a statement in your own defense?
You're a fucking riddle.
Yesterday you save that copper,
and today you're trying to save the Raven
who tried to kill him?
Vignette won't get a fair trial.
They'll just go through the motions,
make a public show, then execute her anyway.
And you're gonna.. what, swoop in and save her?
On what wings?
You do know she hates your guts.
- Yeah, well...
I'd rather she was alive to hate them.
- Besides, if I hadn't... - If you hadn't fucked up our plan, yeah.
-
Now, we can spend all day calling each other assholes
if you like, or we can work together to help find Vignette.
It's up to you.
Or you could bleed to death and I could watch.
Oh, shit.
I got you good there, didn't I?
How did you know I was coming to kill you?
Police.
At least, I was.
Actually, I had a feeling you were following me.
But it didn't make any sense.
I think you're a bit more Pix than you let on, copper.
You really do love Vignette?
I can't let her die.
Excuse me, Chancellor.
What is it, Nigel?
This brings me no pleasure, sir. None at all.
But you did ask for evidence.
As you can see, Miss Longerbane
now owns a controlling stake
in our most profitable armament factories.
So she's not just an investor.
She's been scheming from the start.
And I have been the Martyr's perfect idiot.
Regrettably, sir, she has leveraged her political position
to manipulate y...
your government into selling the Pact weapons.
Weapons whose sale would maximize her own profits.
And the wealth that she will amass in the process
- is beyond anything... - Yes, I understand that.
Thank you, Winetrout.
No, sir.
Forgive me, but you don't.
There are whispers that Miss Longerbane
has promised to finance challengers to our party's seats
in the outer precincts.
She intends to use her newfound capital to...
well, frankly, to buy the parliament wholesale and...
- And make herself chancellor. - Precisely.
The deal her party struck with ours was sheer lies.
Sophie Longerbane was always intending to betray you.
Thank you, Winetrout.
Well done.
There is one other matter, sir.
There's more?
She isn't working alone.
Keep moving.
Oi! No dawdling back there.
What is it?
That one, over there. Look.
The tall one in the long coat.
He's grown so much.
Your brother? Of course.
I haven't seen him in years.
You did it, Sophie. You made this happen.
No, we did it.
We planned it together, all of it.
And this is just the beginning.
They're all getting paid a week's wages in advance, too.
A sign of our goodwill.
Your brother will have money to spend.
And so will I.
The exchequer of the Burgue Treasury
has sent a king's ransom to all the factories involved
in the Pactish arms deal.
Look at you.
The richest person in the Burgue.
How does it feel?
It feels like freedom.
Like we don't have to be afraid anymore.
They should be afraid of us.
- Their faces, when they see you
do what your father never could.
Chancellor Longerbane.
Soon enough.
It does have a nice ring to it.
Ambassador.
For your approval.
Quite the arsenal, Vir.
The Pact owes you a debt of gratitude, Mr. Millworthy.
All yours.
Without wishing to offend,
Mr. Millworthy, I'm surprised that you delivered, no?
An expedited shipment with rifles
from the Burgue's own arsenal?
This business, by the time these are delivered to your army,
the Burgue's entire arsenal
- will be resupplied. - But I've puzzled
over why you would take the risk.
So I allowed myself a small peek into your records.
Intriguing, no?
I used to be a theatre performer in a former life,
as now you no doubt know, Major.
Performance, that's what politics is.
- Yes. - Smoke and mirrors, sleight of hand.
- Sleight of hand. - Yeah.
To ensure some faefolk could leave the Row,
earn some wages, gain their freedom.
What do you mean to imply?
I would never suspect you of being a traitor to your race,
or an enemy of your own government and mine.
For one thing, you lack the animal cunning.
If you tried it, well, uh, you'd be torn apart.
We understand each other, don't we?
Yes, we do.
My motives are my own business, Mr. Vir.
And if you value my assistance, as, uh, for your cause,
let's skip the melodrama.
That's best left off stage.
Oh. Really?
O... kay.
So we're not worried about dark magic all of a sudden?
Vignette's in Bleakness.
And that's awful, and I'm sorry, but risking your soul,
- how's that gonna help her? - I don't know.
It's called "dark magic." The clue is in the name.
I just need to know that she's going to be all right.
And what good's that gonna do?
I don't expect you to understand.
Look, please, please, please!
Look, just-just...
Just stop and think about this, all right?
Vignette's your friend.
Would she want you to... to hurt yourself?
Or would she want you to make the Mima's potion
and save yourself?
If it were you, what would you want?
You don't have to watch.
Tourmaline.
Don't.
Morr faélar isteag mit.
No!
Tourmaline!
- Shh. Shh, shh.
Hey. Hey, you're all right.
Come on.
- Go on, get. Oi, you.
Spell my bloody name right.
- Stay back!
All right. Come on.
Chop her head off!
- Fucking Critch! - Right.
Chop her head off! -
Why don't you wing that cunt?
"Tomorrow. Be ready."
- Someone's in a good mood. - The factories have reopened.
And they're already shipping out enough guns to keep the Pact
and the New Dawn fighting for months.
Your plan has proven to be a stroke of genius.
Our plan.
Right.
Speaking of...
There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you.
A-A matter of some import.
My answer is yes.
I don't understand.
I'm saying yes to your proposal.
Jonah.
I have carried this with me every day...
...waiting for the moment I...
I knew it was right.
For the moment I knew I'd truly found a partner.
Everything I've achieved is because of you.
I've always been too proud to say it, but I...
I need you, Sophie.
Now more than ever.
I know I suggested it, but...
- ...but the timing is... - Oh, forget the timing.
Let the world see us united.
You and I together,
stronger than either of our parties.
Stronger than our fathers.
You've always known how powerful we could be together,
as true equals.
A-At first I was unsure, but now I see...
you're the only one I can trust.
But...
we ought to consider our strategy.
That's my Sophie.
All right, then, let's hear the strategy.
Well...
To announce our marriage without warning?
No, that wouldn't do.
There'd be a scandal.
But... handled properly,
we could make the public fall in love
with the idea of us being in love.
Of course, that would need to be after the next elections.
Of course.
After the elections.
Shall we?
Jonah, I wish you'd told me sooner.
I'm scheduled to lunch with my shadow cabinet.
Can we do this another time?
Certainly.
We've all the time in the world.
You won't get Winetrout out of his seat without a crowbar.
- He's an imbecile. - An imbecile with power.
And very deep pockets.
Well, mine are deeper.
I'll handle the finances.
You find me a candidate to challenge Winetrout.
A warm body with a pulse.
Anyone.
Miss Longerbane, if you wouldn't mind.
What's the meaning of this?
Miss Longerbane, I'm afraid we've been informed
the Bás Dubh has spread from Pix to a Puck.
Oh.
Well, that's dreadful news.
We traced the contagion to a Pix child, an infant.
When you visited the clinic,
you had contact with this same child.
For your own safety, miss,
and for the sake of public,
you must come with us to the hospital.
Of course.
I feel perfectly well,
but I understand you must take every precaution.
Gentlemen.
Really, there's no need for all this fuss.
I feel fine.
This isn't the way to the hospital.
Where are you taking me?
You're not doctors, are you?
You're under arrest, Miss Longerbane.
By order of the chancellor.
Bleakness Keep is a fortress.
We can't break Vignette out of there.
It would be insane to even try.
So what do we do?
They'll be taking her to court tomorrow in the wagon.
We'll break her out along the way.
This crossroads, ambush them.
Take out the guards...
without killing them.
You're no fucking fun, are you?
These are family men.
- They're just doing their job. - Yeah?
Terrorizing faefolk, locking up innocents.
Fine, no killing.
But we're gonna have to dip the darts in lixir,
if that's not too rough for your blood.
I think Vignette's gonna die.
- What? - I saw her.
- They're gonna chop her head off. - You had another vision?
- What the hell's he doing here? - My friend Phaedra wants
- a word with you, Marrok. - Great. She can say it to my face, then.
Why don't you grab your leash? I'll take you to her.
No, no, no, no, no, we don't have time for this!
We're getting Vignette back. Kaine's helping, all right?
Your vision, tell me.
It wasn't like the other ones.
I-I conjured this one myself, and I saw through her eyes.
Vignette's eyes.
You could see what she was seeing?
They were taking her up to a guillotine
and they put her head under a blade.
- How do you know this? - Haruspex, son, keep up.
But you saw her alive.
Her trial's supposed to last at least another day.
We were gonna break her out tomorrow.
No! No, what I saw happened when it was dark outside.
It could be tonight.
What are you doing, mate?
He's loyal to Vignette.
I can trust him that far.
"Trust him"?
He tried to kill us yesterday.
And I can't get into Bleakness Keep without help.
Yeah, I should be the one to go.
It's just...
The things they did to me in that place, well...
You can't go back there.
You'll turn Marrok and be no use to me or anyone else.
I'm sorry, mate.
I may not trust him...
but I need him.
We'll do it tonight.
Do what tonight?
Break her out of Bleakness.
The thing you said would be insane to even try.
That's the one.
All right.
Tonight, then.
All right, then.
Let's go and get her.
If I take you in there, you might not come out.
He's the one with the death wish.
- Lock it up!
This way.
There is some justice in the world, then.
Justice.
Do you still believe in that?
You locked us up in the Row like animals
and here you are... locked up.
Feels like justice to me.
Yes.
Yes, I suppose it would.
What happened to those doctors you promised for the Row, hmm?
They disappeared as soon as the newspapers did.
- You just pretended to care. - I wasn't pretending.
You may not believe this, but I actually was
trying to change things for the better.
You're not the only one who spent their life in a cage.
Aw, poor you.
Look, there's cages and then there's cages.
And bars on all of them to keep us in our place.
Faefolk, poor folk, women.
Men are terrified we'll notice the bars.
Terrified we will dare to break through them.
All our lives
we're told to smile and keep our heads down.
And try not to want too much,
because if we don't do as we're told...
...there are consequences.
Permanent ones.
Well...
I've never been very good at being told what to do.
Clearly.
Neither have I.
I should have just burnt it all to the ground.
And what good would that have done?
It would have made them fear me.
The fact you're in here
- proves they do. - Yes.
But they feared my mind and not my might.
That was my mistake.
Men are such simple, predictable things,
driven by fear.
In the end, all they really respect is violence.
You sent for me, sir?
I've arrested Sophie Longerbane.
On what charge?
Treason.
Goodness.
How...
how disturbing.
It is.
It certainly is.
A question for you, Millworthy.
Am I right in thinking that the chancellor is empowered
to issue summary judgements
in cases of national security?
That's correct, sir.
And engaging in a conspiracy to sell arms to the Pact
in order to gain the necessary funds
to seize control of the Burgue...
that would be a matter of national security?
Are you certain of this, sir?
- Answer the question. - Well, yes.
Yes, of course.
And in a time of national crisis,
would the chancellor have the authority
to order an execution for high treason?
In theory...
yes, sir.
Now, if a senior aide
to the chancellor
had plotted with the Pact
to negotiate the sale of those arms...
would the chancellor have the authority
to condemn that aide, as well?
The chancellor
would have that authority,
yes.
I fucking trusted you.
I trusted you!
Sir.
I always tried to protect you.
Especially from yourself.
- Oi! - What?
Some bastard just robbed me wallet!
Which way did he go? -
Two of your fellow coppers.
Yeah, well, at least they'll live.
I half-expected you to back out.
Shut up and help me get this off.
Hurry up!
I've told the guards I'm delivering a Pix terrorist.
A real nasty piece of work.
Once we're through the gate,
you'll escape my custody and fly off.
They'll start shooting.
So make sure you fly low and fly fast.
What about Vignette?
I'll use the distraction to find Vignette.
I know where they'll be keeping her.
That was very clever, Jonah.
You're more like our father than I thought.
A confession.
Your confession.
All your treachery in... black and white.
Sign it.
Why?
Sign it and live.
So you can... confiscate my fortune,
my property and my seat in parliament?
So I can spare your life.
Damn you for this.
You're a fucking monster.
Take the Critch, too.
Yes, sir.
On the off chance this actually works,
Vignette and I fly away...
what happens to you?
I'll walk out.
If they haven't yet realized what I've done.
They're gonna catch you and mount your head on a wall.
Yeah, well, you wanted me dead, didn't you?
Hyah!
-
Hey, get the gates closed! - Whoa!
Evening, delivering a Pix prisoner.
No one's getting in nor out.
Chancellor's here for an execution.
Yeah, well...
this is another Black Raven the chancellor wants for the block.
Nothing in the logs.
Suit yourself.
I'm happy to tell the chancellor who helped me out.
Stay here till we get this sorted.
Don't you dare look away from me.
Let go of me!
-
Come on, get some light on it! -
What is that? - Over there, look!
Shoot it! Wh...
-
- Grab your gun! -
- Shoot! - - Kill it already!
-
Who's shooting?
Find out.
But I said you...
wait.
It's a breakout!
Prisoners escaping!
Fucking squamper!
- Out, quickly! - Move it!
No!
What the fuck?
Millworthy!
Where's Vignette?
- Millworthy... - Gone.
Where is she?
She flew away.
Shoot them! Shoot all of them!
Over there! - Shoot it!
Don't fucking move!
Hands up!