♪ ♪
- [church bell ringing] - [crowd chanting]
[crowd] Burn the Row! Burn the Row!
- Burn the Row! Burn the Row! - [men clamoring]
- [clamoring continues] - [indistinct chatter]
[Kaine] 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?
[door opens]
[Darius] Tourmaline?
[door shuts]
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.
[Tourmaline] 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!
[door opens]
[door closes]
♪ ♪
[Millworthy] 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.
[Vir] 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.
[Kastor] His Excellency, the Pact ambassador.
[chortles quietly]
Prating, bourgeois fool.
King's cousin, of course.
I wonder how all that finery will look
rotting in a field. [chuckles]
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.
[quiet, indistinct conversations]
[Vignette] Look at what they done to him.
He stood against us.
[Leonora] 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!
[laughter]
Unfortunately,
- his fight is elsewhere. - [man] What?
The Sparas isn't coming to the Row?
- Correct. He is not. - Shit.
You might have mentioned we'd be fighting without him.
[Leonora] 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.
[Phaedra] 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.
[Vignette] 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...
[Kaine] They'll be looking for me, too.
I'll go with her.
We'll draw the bastards right to you.
[grunts]
[crowd chanting, clamoring in distance]
[Philo grunts]
Where you going, Critch?
- No! - [Thatch] Hold up.
Wait!
Say hello to Berwick when you see him.
- Bring him up, lads. - [man] Come on, now.
- Come on, string him up. - [grunting]
Get him up! Come on!
[Thatch] The time has come, Inspector.
[men clamoring]
The time has finally come.
♪ ♪
- [police whistle blowing] - [men shouting]
[indistinct conversations]
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.
[Millworthy] 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.
[Millworthy] It's time.
Parliament awaits your address.
[gasps]
Quick, get some water.
I, uh, are you all right?
Come on. Come on, quickly. Water!
- Miss... Miss Spurnrose... - [whispering] 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.
[Kastor] That won't be necessary.
We are ready to proceed.
[crowd] Kill the Critch! Kill the Critch!
Kill the Critch!
[shouting, clamoring continuing]
♪ ♪
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.
[chuckles softly]
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?
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Oh! - [grunting]
Aah!
- [mob chanting] Kill the Critch! - [clapping rhythmically]
Kill the Critch!
[indistinct shouting]
♪ ♪
[shouting stops]
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.
[man] Oi, what you want us to do?
Sarge?
Open the gate!
Come on!
Go!
- [men shouting] - Come on!
Fucking have 'em!
Fucking move. Out of the fucking way!
- Hey! Come here. - [grunting]
Fuck off.
Come on!
[indistinct shouting]
You fucking Critch scum.
You're gonna get all you fucking deserve!
Chop her fucking head off!
Oi! [laughs]
Oh, shit.
[screaming]
Hey! Cut her fucking wings off!
Hey! Hey, get the fuck out of the way.
- Who else? Get her fucking wings off! - [blade slashes]
[laughing]
Oh, shit! Oh!
- Oi! Stop! - [Philo] Out of the way!
Official business!
Come on! Halt!
[Philo] Official business!
[sergeant] 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?
[screaming]
[indistinct shouting]
Okay, smash his horns!
Hold his head still, lads!
- Kill him! - Get him!
[blade slashes]
[panting]
Come on!
- Go! - [indistinct shouting]
[Thatch] Come on!
[indistinct shouting]
[chopper] Find the fucking vermin.
[chopper shouts indistinctly]
[chopper 2] Find 'em!
[chopper] Got to be here somewhere!
Wait.
Let more of them come.
Give me that fucking torch.
[chopper] Yeah, smoke 'em out.
[chopper 2] Gotta be here somewhere.
- [indistinct chatter] - Burn it down!
- [mob] Burn it down! - [Thatch] Burn it down! All of it!
[indistinct shouting]
[soft growling]
[Millworthy] 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.
[whispers] 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.
♪ ♪
[distorted] What the devil is the delay now?
Major.
What's taking the time?
[grunting]
[screaming]
[Imogen gasps]
[shrieks]
[roars]
- [gun firing] - [screaming]
[panicked chatter]
- [man] What's going on? - The Sparas is coming!
The doors! Bar the doors!
- [indistinct chatter] - [screaming]
[Sparas snarls]
- [indistinct shouting] - [thudding]
For Martyr's sake, help us!
[MP] You heard him. Hold the door!
[MP 2] Hold the door!
[grunting]
- [MP] Hold it! - [snarling]
[grunts]
[shrieks]
[panicked chatter]
[gunshot]
[gun clicks]
[Philo grunts]
[growls]
[snarling]
[Sparas snarls]
[Sparas shrieking]
[growls]
[panting]
[shrieks]
[glass shatters]
[panting]
[crying]
- [gun firing] - [shrieks]
[bells clanging]
[indistinct shouting]
[Sparas shrieks]
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. - [grunting]
Stick to the plan.
Don't abandon us again, Vini.
Let go of me, Kaine. Please.
[both grunting]
Vini, please don't do this.
What's Vignette doing?
- Stop! - [chopper] There they are!
Vini! [grunts]
You fucking Critch.
No! [panting]
- [Kaine panting] - [Vignette] No, no.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. No.
No.
[indistinct shouting]
[chopper] Someone shoot it!
[chopper 2] They've got snipers!
[chopper 3] You hear that?
[indistinct shouting]
Fuck!
[gunfire]
Back to the...
- [grunts] - Fuck!
Fuck! [yells]
[grunts]
[man screams]
[gunshots continue]
Fuck.
[air whooshes]
[thud]
[Sparas snarling]
[breathes deeply]
- [screaming] - [shrieking]
[Marrok snarls]
[panting]
Darius?
[screams]
- [panting] - [Marrok whimpers softly]
Darius?
[Sparas snarling]
Morr faélar isteag mit.
[shrieks]
[snarling]
[Tourmaline grunting]
[shrieking]
[shrieks]
[snarling]
[Tourmaline] Vini!
[gasps, grunts]
[screams]
[metal clinking]
[horse neighs]
[shrieks]
[snarling]
[Philo grunting]
♪ ♪
[Philo grunting]
[Marrok groaning, whimpering]
[cries out]
[growling, gasping]
[groaning]
- [Tourmaline gasps] - [footsteps approaching]
Darius.
[sniffles]
[Darius breathing shakily]
You did it.
We did it.
For we are soldiers of the Burgue.
Of...
the...
[Philo exhales]
♪ ♪
[indistinct shouting]
[gunfire]
[constable] Sergeant, we must put an end to this.
[constable 2] Sarge, what should we do?
♪ ♪
What have I done?
[Philo exhales]
You went with your heart.
[Vignette crying softly]
I've always loved her.
[Philo] I know.
And I'll always love you.
It will never be over, will it?
Not for me.
[Vignette] Please don't die trying to stop them.
Please.
- [indistinct shouting] - [gunshots]
- [constable] Hold your fire! - [Philo grunting]
[man] He's got the Sparas.
- [man 2] What's that? - [indistinct chatter]
[panting]
[leg thuds]
[Philo] Parliament's safe!
It's over!
No.
We fight another day.
[Leonora] Hide for now, Comrades.
We lost the battle, but not the war.
[crows cawing]
♪ ♪
- [Agreus] Comrade. - [gun cocks]
[shouts]
[gunshot]
You lost.
[exhales]
But the seeds
have been sown.
[whistle blows in distance]
[constable] Clear out of the housing!
[whistles blowing]
- She's here! - [indistinct shouting]
I have the leader of the New Dawn.
Rovnost.
[gasping, choking]
[panting]
[gasping]
[constable] All right, clean this mess up!
Daniel, put out that fire!
[indistinct shouting]
[constable] Drag that man out of here!
[constable 2] Oi, you lot, get up here!
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[body thuds]
♪ ♪
[birds singing]
[Millworthy] 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.
- [farts] - [audience laughing]
- [farts] - [chittering]
What? What do you think you're doing?
That's undermined two hours of work.
[chittering]
That's it.
♪ ♪
Why am I standing here?
[all chuckle]
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.
- [indistinct chatter] - What?
- [Philo] Or wings. - Are you kidding me?
But it won't be me.
I won't be your excuse not to change.
[clamoring]
♪ ♪
It shows every flaw.
It's magnificent.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[applause]
[excited chatter]
♪ ♪
[engine chugging]
[indistinct chatter]
[playing upbeat folk music]
[Boz] You choose one.
Here we go.
Choose one, mate.
Now, you put your money down, right.
- [barmaid] There, you. - Get the beer down.
[laughter]
[Boz] Where you going?
[Philo] Inspector now, is it?
A credit to the force, they said.
Have they met you?
[Dombey] 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?
[Dombey] Of course.
To your face.
- [indistinct chatter] - [chittering]
- [Millworthy] Yes. Look,
I know.
But it was a good show.
It was. Philo!
[chuckles]
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.
[chuckles] I can hear her voice.
She'd be proud of you.
You loved her, didn't you?
I did.
[Philo] 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.
♪ ♪