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No more talking.

Don't worry about me.

I'm more than capable of looking after myself.

Might surprise you to learn that I was gonna be an aviator.

I have a faultless sense of direction.

All right.

Which way?

Oh.

My navigational instincts tell me...

...we should go...

...that way.

That way, definitely.

Those tracks head south.

Yeah.

You never head south in the Outlands.

Not ever.

I've reconfigured the metrics.

You can amplify the magnetic resonance

using materials on hand.

What else do you need? Several more weeks.

Unless you can find me more old tech.

All the old tech comes to you.

I'll need more than one to stabilize the isotopes.

Make it work.

I hear you suffered an injury this morning.

You never told me Pandora Shaw had a daughter.

She could be a problem.

She won't stop until I'm dead.

Unless you kill her first.

I received a message from Sharkmoor Prison this morning.

They claim to have captured a Stalker.

One of the Resurrected. A bounty killer gone rogue.

Well, it's no use to us. Too hard to control.

They say it was hunting something.

Or someone.

It appears the two of you share a common interest.

This thing is so fixated on its prey,

all it does is pound the walls of its cell,

shrieking her name.

Hester Shaw.

Where to, boss? Sharkmoor Prison.

No fires.

Unless you want every Scav town

from here to Rustwater to find us.

That, uh... that doesn't look clean enough to wash in.

I-I wouldn't...

Oh, my God, that's disgusting.

Thirst will kill you before hunger.

It's either this or you can drink your own urine.

I'll take my chances.

"Best before 2118"?

It's an Inkie.

It's over a thousand years old. Doesn't matter.

The food of the Ancients never goes off. It's indestructible.

It's so quiet out here.

Doesn't that bother you?

I like the quiet.

I grew up with the sound of engines.

I've never known anything else.

It's funny, you know.

I've spent my whole life dreaming

of getting off London, seeing the world,

and now I'm out here, talking about drinking my own urine.

Careful what you wish for, eh?

I thought you wanted to be an aviator.

Oh, I did. But then my parents died.

Eight years ago now.

When Tier Four collapsed in the Big Tilt.

Yeah.

What about you?

Well, how old were you when your mother died?

We're not gonna do this. Do what?

We're not gonna tell each other our sad stories.

I can't help you.

And you can't help me.

Hello!

Hello! Over here!

Tom. Hey!

Get down! It's a trading town.

Look, look, look, look.

Look.

Oh, God.

They're Southies.

That was close. Too close.

Get off me. Oh.

Run!

Whoa!

What the hell are Southies?

Scavs on a night hunt.

What are they hunting?

Us.

I've got you.

Come on!

Hester? Hester!

Are you in one piece?

Yes.

Oh. Oh!

Couple more seconds, and you'd have been fender meat.

Lucky for you, we was here.

How bad is it?

She needs a doctor.

No quacks here. Not on Scuttlebutt.

Could you take us to the nearest town?

What? Chipping Sodbury.

That'd be the nearest, wouldn't you say, Mr. Wreyland?

I would, my love. Well, go on, then.

Set a heading north. We must look after our guests.

Tea?

Don't mind if I do.

I make it myself.

The algae's fresh.

Oh, it's actually not bad.

It's not bad. Bottoms up.

Funny you should say that.

We grow it in the runoff under the sewage room.

Oh, nasty. That's gonna leave a scar.

You don't need any more of those, do you, Petal?

Disembark here for Digestion Yards,

Incomer Processing and Main Engine Rooms.

Bevis. Bevis Pod. I need to speak to you.

I can't help you. Wha...?

The-the girl that attacked my father...

I don't know what you're talking about.

What do you mean? You were there.

You saw what happened.

Nether Borough Station.

Disembark here for.

Digestion Yards, Incomer Processing...

Are you trying to get me arrested?

The first rule down here is: "Keep your mouth shut."

My father's in some kind of trouble.

He's lying to me. I need to know why.

Your father lies to a lot of people.

What's that supposed to mean?

Please. I just want to know the truth.

No, you don't. I promise you. My father's a good man.

He would never do... No, just stop. Stop.

He pushed him.

Your father pushed Tom off the city.

Why?

Why would he do that to Tom?

Because he got in the way.

It's a lie.

A cover-up.

They're building something in there.

Something they don't want anyone to see.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I tried to get inside,

but there are guards at every entrance.

There's no way in.

What if there was?

Here we are, then.

It's not the Lord Mayor's Suite at the Boggy Regis,

but it's better than a poke in the eye with a burnt stick.

Mm.

Make yourselves at home.

I'll be back bright and early to empty your slops.

Thank you. Not much of a talker, is she?

Your girlfriend.

Oh, no, no, no, no, she's not... she's not my girlfriend.

Of course not.

Handsome boy like you.

You can do much better.

All right, well, good night, Mrs. Wreyland.

Oh, dear. There I go putting me foot in it.

I didn't mean... No, I know what you meant.

Look, you-you take the bed; I'll take the...

...floor.

This is all my fault.

I'm sorry.

I was eight.

I was eight years old when my mother died.

She was an archaeologist.

She loved traveling the world and digging up the past.

They're beautiful.

He used to visit all the time.

He'd spend hours

poring over the things that she had found.

Then one day...

everything changed.

She'd found something

on one of her digs in Lost America.

Something he wanted.

Pandora, what are you doing? No. No. No.

What was it?

I don't know.

Stop it! Don't do this!

Let go of me!

I'm taking it. No.

Mom!

Mama.

Hester, take this.

Keep it safe.

Mama!

But he killed her for it.

Mom! Mama!

Run, Hester!

Hester!

He would have killed me, too.

But I got away.

We caught it on the edge of the marshlands.

Please stop! It had torn apart a whole town.

Murdered them all. Stop it!

I lost a dozen good men bringing it in.

Hester!

There'd always been rumors that a few had survived,

the ones that turned rogue after the Nomad Wars.

Hester!

But I never thought I'd live to see one in the flesh.

Not that there's much of that left.

Hester!

Hester!

The last of the Lazarus Brigade.

Resurrected from the sleep of death.

I do not sleep.

No, you've been hunting her, haven't you?

Hunting Hester Shaw.

Why?

Answer me.

She broke her promise.

What happens when you find her?

What happens when you find Hester Shaw?

I will kill her.

Are you sure about this?

There's no telling what that thing might do.

I know exactly what it will do.

Hold it steady.

Oh, what-what's wrong?

We've changed direction. We're heading south.

Get the door.

It's locked.

We're locked in.

Must be something around here.

All right. Maybe.

You have my knife?

If we climb along that ducting, we can jump from the back.

It's no more than, like, 20 feet.

I can't. Yes, you can.

No, I can't. I'll-I'll never make the jump.

Uh, you will. I'll help you.

Head due north.

There's a way station called Ramskate.

You can catch an airfreighter from there.

Get him out! Move it! Go.

All right. Come on, you lot.

Fine.

Ah, stop your sniveling.

Help!

What are you waiting for? Go.

Come here. No!

Come here. Listen to me.

Hai-ji!

No! No!

Ya ma-tee bihd.

Time to check out, folks.

Come on, out you come. No.

No.

Move it!

That was your chance. Well, I couldn't do it.

I couldn't leave you.

Well, then you're a fool. I would've left you.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Welcome to Rustwater Market.

This next item is a vintage piece.

Now, she may look a little tatty around the edges,

but she's a little ripper.

So, who'll give me 12 quirkes?

Eh?

Oh, come on.

Last chance to secure this genuine antique.

Ten quirkes, or I'm chucking her in.

Two! Sold!

Next!

Oh, yeah.

Stone the crows.

Full disclosure to my valued clients at the back:

This one is a real swamp donkey

and priced accordingly.

Do I have ten quirkes?

Three. Oh, you stingy bastard, De Groot.

You could do better than that.

I'm fully aware of the exorbitant margins

currently enjoyed by the sausage-making sector.

Hester!

Five quirkes, and she's yours.

Four. Four quirkes to my left.

Do I hear five? Hester!

Shut up!

Cheer up, love.

You'll look considerably better as a roll of salami.

Going once.

Going twice. 50!

An unregistered bidder.

Please, approach the stage.

50 quirkes for this soggy dollop is

an extraordinarily generous offer, madam.

Normally, that would be enough to make me self-pollinate.

But my problem is this:

50 quirkes is not 50,000 quirkes.

Get to the point.

Well, it's quite simple, really.

There is a bounty on your head, Miss Fang.

So, either you pay me 50,000 quirkes for the girlie,

or I claim it from the authorities when I hand you in.

Why don't we settle this...

...with "buy it now."

Hester!

Come!

Wait! Hester!

Hurry!

Anti-Tractionists!

See, I knew you wouldn't leave me.

Shut up and run.

Anti-Tractionists!

Anti-Tractionists!

Whoa!

This way.

Whoa!

That's a Resurrected Man. Shrike.

His name is Shrike.

You made me a promise,

Hester Shaw.

Now you must keep it.

Go now! Run!

This way!

Come on! Come on!

Hester! Come on.

Where did he go?

Come on. Come on!

Hester!

Get on!

I've got you.

Wait! Leave him.

Tom!

Cut the rope! Do it!

Catch!

Where are you taking us?

Just stay behind me. I'll handle this.

How?

How exactly will you handle it?

Easy, all right?

Just...

I'm just messing with you.

Sit down. Both of you.

That means you, too, city boy.

Sit.

You're injured.

You saved our lives.

Why?

You don't trust anybody, do you?

Just like your mother.

You look like her, too.

You knew her?

Pandora Shaw was the bravest woman I ever met.

After she died, I looked for you.

I looked for a long time.

Like everybody else, I thought you were dead.

When I heard you were alive, made me wonder,

how did an eight-year-old girl

survive all alone in the Outlands?

Now I know.

You were raised by that corpse.

You don't know what you're talking about. Actually, I do.

No, you don't. I've studied them.

You've studied them? I know a lot about the Resurrected.

You don't know anything about him.

The people who created them were insane.

Off-the-charts crazy. They took all the worst parts

of themselves... Shut up.

...all the savagery and cruelty and hatred,

and poured it into these machines, these monsters.

Shut up!

He saved my life.

You're an idiot.

Mr. Valentine.

Not now. I'm sure you know who I am.

No, I don't. Herbert Melliphant.

Your daughter's a very good friend of mine.

No, she's not.

Sir, I have something that may be of interest to you.

A cache of old tech.

High-quality, military-grade.

I'm overdue a promotion myself.

I'm thinking a university post or an honorary degree?

A position with a title.

You have a supply of old tech?

Where is it?

Shrike saved my life.

He took me in.

He looked after me.

In his own way.

Eat.

The living must eat.

He liked to collect things.

Broken things.

Things that others had thrown away.

I think he saw in those strange machines

a reflection of himself.

Where is his heart?

It has no heart.

Like me.

I think, somewhere deep inside,

a memory remained.

A memory from another life.

I think he had a family once.

You are sad.

Always sad, Hester Shaw.

Your heart is broken.

I will take away the pain.

I will remake you,

as I was remade.

You're gonna kill me.

For a little while.

I made him a promise.

I would become like him.

My flesh, steel.

My nerves, wire.

My mind wiped clean.

No thoughts.

No! No feelings.

Mom! Nothing.

I would be free.

If that's what you wanted, why did you leave?

Because six months ago, London crossed the land bridge,

and Thaddeus Valentine came within my reach.

Hester...!

That's it.

That's my sad story.

Where are we going?

Have you heard of the Cat's Cradle?

The Cat's Cradle? I thought it was a myth.

It's not a myth.

It was built by the Scriven in the first days of London.

It's the sort of thing historians know about

and everyone else has forgotten.

You're too late.

Dr. Pomeroy?

They came in this morning,

a couple of thugs from the Guild of Engineers.

I tried to stop them. They knocked me to the ground.