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No!

[Philo] 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.

[Ezra] 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.

[grunts]

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.

[Agreus] Invitation?

Invitations can be refused.

[Leonora] 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.

[Mima Blodwen] I suspected

you'd come back for my help,

so I marked the correct page.

The page for what?

[Mima Blodwen] To summon
the light

and purge the darkness
inside of you.

[door crashes open]

[screams]

You fucking little...

Easy, Dombey,
we came here to save you.

- From what?
- The Raven.

They're looking
to even the score.

[Dombey] Come on! Get her off.

[grunting]

It was his gun, wasn't it?

Please.

Wasn't it?!

[grunting]

Is this what you've become?

This is what humans made me.

You, get the fuck off him.

Dombey, what the fuck is this?

[glass shattering]

[yells]

[yelling]

Stop shooting!

[handcuffs click]

[rain falling]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

- [faucet squeaks]
- [water running]

[door closes]

[thunder rolling]

[grunting]

[shouts]

[screams]

[panting]

Go on, then. Do it.

I should.

But then who's gonna
help me save Vignette?

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♪ ♪

- [shouting, jeering]
- [magistrate] 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?

[cheering]

[magistrate] Enough,
enough. Order.

Vignette Stonemoss.

Would you care to make
a statement in your own defense?

[indistinct shouting]

[gavel banging]

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[Kaine] You're a fucking riddle.

Yesterday you save
that copper,

and today you're trying
to save the Raven

who tried to kill him?

[screams]

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?

[chuckles]

You do know she hates your guts.

- [grunts]
- 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.

- [joint crunches]
- [screams]

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?

[panting]

[grunts softly]

How did you know
I was coming to kill you?

Police.

At least, I was.

[grunts]

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.

[door opens]

[Winetrout] Excuse me,
Chancellor.

What is it, Nigel?

[door closes]

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.

[indistinct chatter]

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.

[Sophie] 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.

- [chuckles]
- Their faces, when they see you

do what your father never could.

[chuckles]

Chancellor Longerbane.

[exhales]

Soon enough.

It does have a nice ring to it.

[both laugh]

[train whistle blowing]

Ambassador.

For your approval.

Quite the arsenal, Vir.

The Pact owes you a debt
of gratitude, Mr. Millworthy.

All yours.

[Vir] 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.

[mutters quietly]

Oh. Really?

O... kay.

[chickens clucking frantically]

[knife thuds]

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.

[simmering]

[Darius] Tourmaline.

Don't.

Morr faélar isteag mit.

[gasps]

[Vignette grunting]

[shouting]

No!

[panting]

[clacking]

[Tourmaline screams]

Tourmaline!

- [Tourmaline panting]
- Shh. Shh, shh.

Hey. Hey, you're all right.

[wailing]

[exhales]
Come on.

[crying]

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[indistinct shouting]

- [shouting continues]
- [Dombey] Go on, get. Oi, you.

Spell my bloody name right.

- [man shouts indistinctly]
- Stay back!

All right. Come on.

Chop her head off!

- Fucking Critch!
- Right.

- [man] Chop her head off!
- [Dombey laughs]

[shouting continues]

Why don't you wing that cunt?

[crowd shouting]

"Tomorrow. Be ready."

[quiet chatter]

- 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...

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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.

[laughs softly]

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.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[shuddering breath]

[sighs]

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.

[quiet murmuring]

[bicycle bell rings]

[indistinct chatter]

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.

[pounding on door]

[pounding continues]

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.

[exhales]

[sighs heavily]

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.

[Philo] 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.

[birds calling]

- [horse neighs]
- [guard] Lock it up!

This way.

[indistinct shouting]

[lock clicks]

[Vignette] 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.

[door opens]

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!

[guard] Sir.

I always tried
to protect you.

Especially from yourself.

- Oi!
- What?

Some bastard
just robbed me wallet!

- [constable] Which way did he go?
- [grunts]

[constable grunting]

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!

[indistinct chatter]

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.

[gate creaks open]

[gate closes]

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.

[guard] 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!

- [indistinct shouting]
- [guillotine creaking]

[water splashes]

[guillotine clacking]

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- [guard] Hey, get the gates closed!
- [Philo] 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.

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[gasps]

Don't you dare
look away from me.

[retching]

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[grunting]

Let go of me!

[strained shouting]

[panting]

[guillotine clanking]

[panting]

- [slashing]
- [Vignette gasps]

[retching]

- [guard] Come on, get some light on it!
- [creature growling]

- [guard 2] What is that?
- Over there, look!

Shoot it! Wh...

- [guard gasping]
- [Vignette whimpering]

- Grab your gun!
- [grunts]

- Shoot!
- [gunfire] - Kill it already!

[indistinct shouting]

- [screaming]
- [alarm wailing]

Who's shooting?

[gate guard] Find out.

But I said you...

wait.

[all clamoring]

[screams]

[panting]

[creature growling]

[grunts]

[Jonah whimpering]

[Jonah grunts]

[teeth slashing]

[panting]

[coughing]

[crunching]

[thuds]

[Vignette whimpering]

[wet slash]

[Vignette whimpering]

No... [panting]

No, no! [grunting]

[guard] It's a breakout!

Prisoners escaping!

[indistinct shouting]

[grunting]

[indistinct shouting]

[guard] Fucking squamper!

- Out, quickly!
- Move it!

[man] No!

What the fuck?

Millworthy!

Millworthy!

Where's Vignette?

- Millworthy...
- Gone.

Where is she?

She flew away.

[guard] Shoot them!
Shoot all of them!

[hisses]

- [guard 3] Over there!
- [guard 4] Shoot it!

[gunshot]

Don't fucking move!

Hands up!

[alarm continues wailing]

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