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It's not fun

watching you throw
yourself at danger

like you think
it's gonna propose.

Coming here to patch you up

- over and over.
- Could be fun.

I was left here completely alone

with nothing but a mission
I was never actually given,

no orders, no objectives.

The heart of our empire
brought to a shuddering halt.

The blade is in. We need to
know whose hand is on the hilt.

Do you think that I had something
to do with your friend's death?

Did you? It would save
me such a lot of time.

I hope he told you what happens
to spies during war time.

A few days ago, dark
as the day we found it.

And now...

They say I killed Mary.

I never did it. I
only kill angels.

Justice! She gets
justice from us!

Myrtle understood Mary's song.

- She said, "Come below and find me."

Who do we need to find?

After five weeks...

five grueling weeks of testimony

as to your heinous and
unrepentant malfeasance...

- this court finds you guilty

of the crimes of burglary,

- theft, assault...

Extortion, indecency,
kidnapping,

and 15 counts of murder.

You're clear.

The court therefore
sentences you, Maladie,

to be hanged by the
neck until you are dead.

Sentence to be carried
out in the public square.

So that all who wish
may see the punishment

for such wickedness,

and the end of your
reign of terror.

May God,

assuming He ever gave you one,

have mercy on your soul.

A public execution?

A travesty we
abolished 30 years ago.

A necessity. All of
London is watching.

- The world is watching.
- Yes.

As we turn savage.

Turn into Darwin's
ancestral apes.

My cousin, His
Majesty, the king...

Oh, yes, please remind us
again who your cousin is,

because we wake each
dawn having forgot.

We are not apes, Your Grace.

We are managing a crisis.

The Certification Act,
the Blue Badge Act.

We keep the Touched
accountable, visible.

- The woman is chained like an animal.
- She's not in pain,

and that's the point.

Pain gives her power
she could use to escape.

And not allowed to
wash, or change.

Does she gain power
from that, hmm?

Or are we violating...

Maladie hangs as Maladie.

Not some anonymous prisoner.

This is a case where
justice must be seen.

Lord Allaven-Tyne: There
is a legitimate concern,

and it's not just
the Prime Minister,

about enflaming the Touched.

A minimal risk, at worst.

I have ordered troops
deployed around the square,

and any potential
targets in the city.

But no marching, dress
uniforms, or bayonets.

Well, except around the palace.

The queen will
have her pageantry.

But nothing resembling
martial law.

We must keep control, not
seem to be grasping for it.

I'm not talking
about some rabble

hurling brickbats at patrolmen.

It's the long-term.

We showed our hand siccing
that ghastly gunman Kroos

on Mary Brighton, and for what?

Within a week, The Orphanage
had doubled its roster.

If Kroos hadn't
silenced Brighton,

it might've increased tenfold.

And Maladie's not some fetching
chorus girl. She's a pariah.

Maladie's hanging will cause
a brouhaha, we all know,

- but it is in the long-term that...
- Prince Albrecht: Gentlemen.

We took a vow to
protect the Empire,

not to kill for sport.

We've learned nothing of
the origin of the illness,

or the creator of these

horrors.

You ignore my reports on
the menace of electricity,

- and then when I am absent...

I think, Prince Albrecht,
there was some concern

as to the nature
of your absence.

About your sympathies

with regard to the Touched.

In particular, why
the princess was, uh,

bundled off to Zurich
in the dead of night.

Bettina has lumbago!

And we wish her a
speedy recovery.

But our patient is, as
you say, the Empire.

And it
requires a bloodletting.

Lord Allaven-Tyne: You
know that won't be enough.

Not for a lasting peace.

X-ray.
Spectralacle.

You X-rayed London.

It's a spectral-acle.

Because it can see
through the... but, yes.

The square bits are where
we'll need to drill.

The rest should be open air.

Be easier to go straight down.

Not if we want to come back up.

The Galanthi's right
under Grand Abbey,

and Nimble says it's
covered in thugs.

But we still
don't know whose.

We'll find that out
on our reconnaissance.

I've studied the angles, and
this is the best place to get in.

So what's this?

The Royal Military Army.

- Which is better?
- Not usually.

But we do have an opportunity.

Which is?

This is the part I
don't like so well.

Maladie's hanging?

The whole place will
be dark for the day.

Augie has a friend from school who
says everyone's being deployed.

- Hmm.
- Grand Parliament. Buckingham Palace.

- Are they expecting a rebellion?
- Maybe.

Are you planning a rebellion?

A reunion.

- You're afraid.
- I'm not.

You're afraid to go
see the Galanthi.

Yes. Yes, of course I am.

Nothing's happened the
way it should've. I...

What if I... Stop that.

No, don't stop.
You're a bad person.

Oh. Uh-huh.

What if that's because...

Uh-huh... What if
it's because of me?

What if it sees what
a horror I've been?

I
think that every night.

Don't bring up Katherine.

Okay. It's... It's gonna...

It's gonna work, all right?

It's... It's gonna be worth it.

It'll heal us. All right?

Heal us. Us.

- Heal this.
- I, I don't know. I...

- They're murdering women, but this is a sin.
- Just...

- Just...

It's hatching.

No, uh, more chrysalis than egg.

Speaking loosely,

it's moving from a
liquid state to...

Goggles!

We're keeping exact
track of the pulses.

- They're dimmer, but...
Kill it.

Ma'am?
- It has a crack in it.

Kill it!

If it can crack, it can break.

No, it cracked. I
didn't crack it.

I... and I still can't.

We have the bunker ready.

Another week of digging,
and we can lay the tracks.

This thing will be
miles away from the city

- when it emerges...
- Our hopes for a cure were childish.

Its power grows by the day.

There's a fever
spreading through London.

Do you forget we're on the
eve of a public execution?

You think that's coincidence?

I think it's justice.

When we hang someone in America

we watch.

F-forgive me.

Maladie killed great
men of my profession.

Friends.

I may seem all numbers, but

I am still a man.

I am still capable of rage.

Of pettiness, and hope.

The two of us have been more
exposed down here than anyone,

but your moral compass
hasn't fluttered.

I'm still capable.

Neither of us has
sprouted wings.

This creature
isn't all-powerful.

If Satan himself is in there,

I doubt he's a match
for Lavinia Bidlow.

We're taking a terrible risk.

It means to destroy us.

If we've lost hope

it already has.

Ooh.

- Oh! Oh...

"And what of those
looking down from above,

"jud-ging... judging these women

"without knowing where
their own jud-g-ment ends.

"When He who sits above all

"and yet looks down on no
one calls 'em to account,

will they explain how celebrating
murder was the righteous path?"

She's terribly compelling.

Ah, so you liked it?

Telling all to Désirée.

'Course you did. You
are so predictable.

Hey, it's Mrs. True's orders.

And talking to Désirée,
baring the soul,

among other things,
it takes a weight off.

Among other things.

And now everyone's comfortable
with me being here,

except around the silver, and
trinkets, purses, keepsakes

Smug.

Won't be this easy tomorrow.

Can't skip away in a dark cave.

Oh, I'm not skipping.

Good. I don't want to
talk about it either.

Go on, then. Go. Everybody's
glad you're going.

She smiled because you're going!

Men.

We truly are the unfairer sex.

- Aah.

"When Maladie is swinging

"in the sight of lords
and little girls,

will that bring
peace to London?"

I guess maybe the Galanthi will.

Whatever they are.

Well, not in time
for her, but...

Is it even gonna work?

Hanging Maladie.

Mrs. True said she gets
stronger from pain, yeah?

From pain.

Not from damage. Not from death.

Read the end.

"Maladie's hanging is more
than a barbaric spectacle.

"It is a crack in
the soul of the city,

"and who knows what venomous
vapors will billow from below,

"infecting it with the
oldest, most animal rage,

and making Maladies of us all."

Well, I don't much like
the sound of that idea.

There's no legal
argument for this.

Look, the 1868 amendment
made executions private,

only subject to change
in order to prevent abuse

or to give greater
solemnity to the act.

This will do the opposite,
and the government knows it.

They're hanging Maladie
for being Touched.

Name, address, employer.

- And you've got your letters of support?
- Yes.

New Touched who are here
to register, get in this queue.

- Right.
You'll get your turn soon enough.

She wears this everywhere.

If she's seen in public without
it, that's jail for a month.

Now, you wait over there while
she's in the demonstration room.

Demonstration?

What... what you
gonna demonstrate?

It's ju... It's just the ears.

Nah, I've seen this one
in me henhouse last week.

- Aw, don't worry, pet.

We'll get out the hounds and
horses. See how fast you can run.

Frank: I told you
when you first started

nosing around here, Boyle,

- you can't interview her.
- Five minutes.

- She'd kill you in four.
- Three and a half minutes.

Oh, come on, Mundi. I need this.

They need this. All this
registration nonsense,

it's just a milder form of
what's going on with Maladie.

Maladie...

Maladie is the worst killer

in London's history.

The less she's heard from,

the better chance we've
got of controlling

this fucking circus.

You don't want this
hanging either.

No, I want order.

I want the wicked punished
and the good protected.

Then do something besides
sitting at your desk

ogling the Touched women.

I can't see the Touched women,

and you can't see Maladie,

'cause it helps nothing
except your sales.

My sales matter.

I'm the only one showing the
human side of the Touched.

Mundi, people can print
whatever they want.

I am still in
favor of the truth.

- Who's this?
- Murder.

Railmen tried to throw
it on Maladie's pile.

With no ID, no one missing,
it fits the description.

Well, they didn't put much
effort into matching the writing.

I have that coat.

Or that style.

It's popular with working women.

It's a sharp cut,
and it's cheap.

I'll wager she
worked in an office

but was out a lot of the time.

She was in the
underground, city council,

a secretary, or
a... "secretary."

You put a name on her, I'll
take you to Maladie myself.

You mean it?

I do not.

After all that, both the
ostriches were females.

Well. Oh

- Lavinia, are you all right?
- Oh, it's nothing.

Slight ache behind the eyes.

Oh.

Did you buy that
waistcoat on your own?

It looks like one of Swann's.

No, I just... I just thought...

Hello.

You need to steer
clear of him in future,

and now that that
ghastly club of his

has become a matter
of public record.

He's my friend.

- He was your friend, as well.

Do you...

Do you remember when you
took us ice skating with you?

He made you laugh all day

just pretending to
be an ice dancer.

Yes, he was charming at 10.

Augie, the devil may
take a pleasing form,

but you trust people,
and I think...

I...

You know, you must call
Dr. Waterson about those headaches.

Or I'll tell Hugo that you
think he has a pleasing form,

then you'll never
hear the end of it.

- Stop it.
They should hang her,

and shoot her.

Just to make sure.

How early are we going?

Can we pay a boy to
hold a place in front?

Why don't they just bring
guns and shoot her themselves?

We are not murderers, madam.

No, you just like to watch.

At least Maladie
has a work ethic.

What are you saying?

- Oh, noth... noth...
- Don't apologize for me.

How dare you?

I'm not someone's dotty mother.

There are vultures everywhere.

Dressed up in hats
and fine silks.

Yes, I was quite
good at skating.

Rings around the rest of us.

You know, that, that's
something that hasn't changed.

You're not to be in the
city at all tomorrow, Augie.

- Don't argue.
- No, no, of course, no. I, um...

I'm going to
Brighton for the day.

Uh, thank you.

Um, a... a building's opened up

that might make a... A
good new bird sanctuary.

There's been a lot of interest
from the public of late.

Yes, the more barbaric we
humans are to each other,

the more we pamper our pets.

Or maybe the more we need them.

Augie...

Bring your sister something
fun back from Brighton.

Of course.

One of the guards did
say Maladie sings.

- Nursery rhymes and such.
- How insightful.

Well, it's just, you know,

it's all about mental
capacity, really.

Hugo: Are you fucking
playing with me?

He's pressing charges.
This is insane!

Lord Humphries was badly burned.

Bertie Humphries is
a bully and a coward,

and he wasn't burned,
he was frozen.

And he was frozen because
he will not hear the words,

"Don't touch!"

Ronald is a great act.

He can chill your drinks.
You can see your breath,

- but you grab it, you're only going to...
- Ronald isn't registered.

An unregistered Touched
can't contest a complaint.

If his lordship pursues this,

- you will...
- Injury waiver.

You cannot apply for membership
to the Ferryman's without it.

Does Bertie
really want to go public?

Because I am more than happy
to speak to Lady Humphries...

Extortion is still illegal.

This is not extortion.
It is umbrage.

Oh, God. Do you
know how hard I am working?

Dealing with
petty legalities

and excruciating paperwork,

and now some idiot
is wasting my time

because he's got angry
with the Touched.

Bugger. Of course you do.

What a strange fate.

We've become men with offices.

Yeah.

It's like looking in a mirror.

How do I make this go away?

Do you think my acts want
to be on a government list?

They know how people
feel about them,

even people who desire them.

Especially people
who desire them.

A "turn" is unique.

It marks you,

like a...

Like a Sargent portrait.

Or, um, oh, God, what's
that thing? Fingerprints!

Are really no two alike?
That seems mad.

We have to register your man.

I won't list his
place of employment,

but you need to give
satisfaction to Lord Humphries,

not threats.

Send him a fucking horse,

or whatever you rich people
do, and no more of these.

If you can't keep
your people safe,

I will shut you down.

You ain't a man with an office.

You're a pimp with a gimmick,
and you're playing with fire.

- Again, it wasn't fire...
- It was someone's life!

I don't know how you always...

Tomorrow, we are
going to kill a woman

for the public's entertainment.

'Cause that's what
London is now. It is...

Jack the fucking Ripper
grown into an 'ole city.

You're in entertainment.
You should come.

Get in the dirt,
smell the blood.

Then you'll know
what's on your hands.

Frank, why did you
take a job you hate?

'Cause I work with the
people who love it.

Oh. Excuse me.
- Do know a bit about your...

Had your ear to
the door, I hope?

Oh, I didn't need to.

You're Hugo Swann.

You don't write
about the Touched

and not hear about London's
most infamous impresario.

I deny everything.

Oh, I'm not... I'm
not after your story.

But you are after something.

Something you can't get me.

Mmm...

So it's a challenge, is it?

You'd like that.

I'd like it more over a
plate of oysters at Pegini's.

We're both much too busy
to spend the afternoon

seeing who gets to use who,

but there is something
you can do for me.

- Augie?
- Yes?

- Go!

- Oh...
- Were you a crow?

- What?
- Up there, were you peering at me by way of bird?

Oh! Oh, G... No,
good God, no-no.

No, no, I... I was... I was me.

I was me, in, in... in me.

I don't... I don't mean... I
came, I came for the meeting.

- So I would... I would never!
- Wouldn't you?

- That bird seemed awful keen on my ablutions.
- Well, I...

I mean, it's...

It's a... It's a bird.

I-I didn't even know
you were bathing,

and that-that-that that
was a redwing, anyway.

They never listen
to a word, I think.

Am I being recorded again?

Of course not.

I s-should make more
noise when I come in.

No, it's just, um

the madness of all this.

It's as though sin is in bloom.

People doing what they
oughtn't, or doing nothing.

It's like we're being tested,

but it's that dream
where the test's over,

and you've not
found your pencils.

But you're telling me the truth?

I would never betray your trust.

Wouldn't sneak a quick glance at
what a husband's meant to see?

- Never.
- Well, is my naked frame a source of dullness then?

- Am I interrupting?
- Yes, please!

I've got the drill all
ready. Let me show you.

Augie, how's the bird watching?

- I...
- You ready to make them sing tomorrow?

Oh. Oh, yes, yes.

They'll
make all sorts of noise.

They'll swoop about.
I've been practicing.

Be the perfect distraction
for the drilling.

What do you, um,

what do you think
you'll find down there?

If-if-if it's all
right for me to ask.

Um, I'm not sure what
I'm... What level of...

I-I know it's Galanthi,
uh, even in the singular.

The timing on the explosive
bolts was the issue, but now

We'll find answers.

Is it safe, who's
down there with it?

What do we need to
get it away from them?

There's more, but
can I just say hope?

You could have only said that.

And when you reach the
proper depth, you just...

Oh...

Uh... uh...

Uh, that... That'd be
the floor that it...

Yeah, that's not coming back.

No? Mmm...

Keep it movin'.

Maladie hangs tomorrow.

You mustn't rush, my sprouts.

It ain't a hangin'
if she don't swing.

Chop chop!

Bring him 'round the back.

Slow and steady.

You's got all night.

Gilbert Massen.

Captain of industry,
Peer of the Realm.

Am I meant to call you "lord"?

Am I meant to call you "king"?

This machine's impressive.

Penance Adair's work, I think.

Yeah. It's fun.

- I let the kids tool about the yard in it.

- Not very practical, though.

If I ever crash, I
like a nice fat horse

in front of me to
take the brunt.

What the fuck do you want?

I want London under control.

- Meaning yours.
- Meaning not overrun by monsters.

Monsters, yeah? Well,
Maladie stretches tomorrow.

While Bonfire Annie is free to
set fire to both our holdings,

while an uneducated Irish girl

builds something in days
that men of industry

have labored over for years.

A thing that threatens
the natural order

is by definition monstrous,

even if it's pretty.

There's nothing natural
about order, Gilly.

There's chaos. Savagery.

And then there's men like us,

who carve out just enough order

to make ourselves
absolutely necessary.

You didn't come here

'cause you're afraid
of the pretty ladies.

You just get ugly
men to murder 'em.

- Isn't that right, Odium?

My man Odium was sent
to kill Amalia True.

Thought it was an order
sent down from me,

which the law would've
happily confirmed.

Now you look me in the eye,

hand on heart,

and you tell me that
this man is not ugly.

I see only a soldier

who was laid out by a woman
one-fifth his fighting weight.

- We have a common enemy.

Someone, some group,

is rewriting the
rules of reality.

If we don't find a
way to control it...

You know why they call
me the Beggar King?

Hmm? 'Cause I had fuck-all,

and men followed me anyway.

The Touched are
gonna change things.

So did the fucking
longbow. I'll adapt.

I'm not looking for
an ally, Mr. Orrun.

I have a job. It
pays obscenely well.

Now was that so
fuckin' hard to say?

We have looked for the source
of all this, for a cure.

We've taken steps to...

But we're behind, reacting
when we should act.

Maladie's hanging presents an
opportunity to change that.

To be ready.

Be ready? You expecting
some kind of daring escape?

No, Maladie hangs.
Justice will be seen.

But in the short run,
it will stir up emotions

as much as it placates.

The Touched, the Purists,

their defiance is
at a fever pitch.

Right, and you want my
men to keep the peace.

Maintain the natural
order, as it were?

As far as my people know, yes.

But, uh, it's become
apparent to me

that if London is going
to be saved from chaos,

it needs to see chaos.

What I want from
you is just enough.

- Are you heading up?
- I have to finish rebuilding the drill.

- How are the girls?
- Mmm, a bit jittery.

Except for Myrtle, who's
angry she doesn't get to go.

I'm pretty sure that's
what she was angry about.

She has to get on with
her writin' lessons.

I would take her if
I knew it was safe.

She speaks Galanthi.

A couple of the girls were
saying you killed Lucy.

Annie shut them down, but she's
a bit frightening herself.

But you know I didn't.

Oh, of course not.
No, you would never.

No, I would.

I wanted to. That's
how you know I didn't.

And yes, I miss Lucy, too.

I wonder if Mary does.

- No, I'm not saying that...
- They're either with us, or...

Well, what about forgiveness?

I mean, forgiveness still
exists in the world, doesn't it?

Or did we come up with a cure?

Was kindness just
germs all along?

This time tomorrow,

- I promise you won't be worried.
- It's just, I always...

I always say that I
won't make weapons.

But most of my gimcracks,

they could kill someone in
the wrong circumstances.

So could a candlestick.
A pail of water.

They're violent
things, my engines.

Sometimes energy itself, it
just seems... relentless.

Penance, the Galanthi
will know your heart

- the way I know...

I need to finish the drill.

- How did you sleep?
- Standing up, with my eyes open.

And working. I didn't sleep.

- What am I seeing?
- This is how we do it.

How we do... what?

This is how we save Maladie.

I know the Galanthi is
the key to our hopes,

and it needs us to come for
it as soon as we can, but...

But Maladie is going to be
murdered this day out in public,

and I can't let it happen.
I know I'm not meant to.

I've seen it done once,

and if I have the
power to stop it,

then that is the reason
I have power at all.

Maladie is not Mary.

She tried to kill Mary, and you.

- I'm not saying she...
- She murdered a dozen people,

also in public. Remember that?

This is the legal execution
of a genuine threat

- who is also violently unhappy.
- So it's a mercy killin'.

Sometimes it's a mercy.

But this time it's a lynching.

For them to crow at,
and for us to expect.

It's a noose in a row of
nooses next to a row of nooses.

You expect me to turn my
back on the only power

that can make all of this right

that told me a month
ago it needs me

so that we can
prove to the public

we're all in league
with a psychotic killer?

How is that... That's
all the nooses.

That's putting the
Touched at risk

much more than letting
a crowd foam over one...

I know you're not comin', True.

- I'd feel better if you did, but...

I can't let you do it.

- Oh, let's please not go down that road.
- If you get hurt,

- and you will get hurt...
- Oh, yes, 'cause I know,

I'm a child. I've
not been in battle.

I've not killed and
eaten a dozen fierce men.

I also haven't.

But I am in the world.

I am a part of God's world.

And I don't believe He means
for us to go backwards,

killin' each other for sport.

We'll go save a dozen
people tomorrow. Children.

That's not the point.

Kittens?

It's her. It's now.

Something inside me broke.

It, it, it snapped like a
rib, True, and it hurts.

I will not live with the thought
that I ignored that s-sign.

So God is telling
you to save Maladie.

No. Is He telling
you to abandon her?

Would your Galanthi
look kindly on that?

And could it not heal Sarah?

Make her who she was before?

Have you... have you never
even wondered on that?

There are things you
can't come back from.

That's a theory you're
awful anxious not to test.

So this is about
what I did to Sarah.

It's about the girls.

All of them, in here
and all out there.

:
Not just their safety.

It's about how
they see the world.

A part of them breaks
or goes quiet for always

when the world turns beastly.

When we just let it.

You're not bringing her here.

I mean, after many,
many people shoot you,

and Maladie stabs you
because it's funny,

she doesn't set a
foot in this place.

I said I had a plan.

Look, True, I know
it'll be harder

in a few days with
more people around,

- but the Galanthi is still...
- No, I'm... what?

I'm going. Today.

I'm going.

I've got my drill, my breathers.
You've done your part.

I'm sorry, did your plan
not get as far as this?

Did you not see my
potential energy

potentially doing
the fucking job?

- But...
- I'm not turning my back on the Galanthi

- because you got a fucking pain the ribs.

The future of the world
depends on what I'm doing.

The future of the world
depends on the present.

Isn't that why you're here?

I don't know why I'm here.

I don't know how it got this
far or what I'm doing next.

I know what I'm not doing.

I'm not mistaking
my pain for an idea.

So let's see who still
thinks I should lead.

- All
right, everybody, gather around,

since you already have.

If you weren't listening in,

Miss Adair and I have come
to a bit of a crossroads.

I am leaving in a few minutes

to find the Galanthi,
as we've planned.

I know I've been vague
about what that means,

but it's the first
step to learning

why we were brought
here together,

and what we're meant to do next.

And I'm going
to Maladie to save...

I'm going to the square
to stop that hanging.

I'm going to save Maladie.

That's mad, right?

Acting like she's still a
child of God. Well, we all are.

We all have a soul, no matter what
viciousness people are spewing.

I am going to pluck Maladie right
from out their bigoted claws,

and let the world see that the Touched
are not here to be slaughtered for show.

I have practiced saying
this, and I feel sweaty!

All right.

We had a plan.
Now there are two.

I can't compel anyone
to stay with me,

but that's... that's
mental. Don't do that.

I wish you'd reconsider.

I wish I could.

Always assumed Maladie
had a plan to escape.

Never guessed it was you.

Where Miss
Carbey goes...

- I'll pay you.
- Nimble: Mmm...

- That's cheating!
- Well, sorry!

Uh, my plan sort of
doesn't work without you.

Nah, it's nice to be needed.

Do we all have to make a speech?

I know that I'm younger
than most of you here,

but I feel like it's
my duty to say that

I love you both
very much, and...

I don't think anyone
should do anything.

Be careful.

Effie Boyle.

"My sales matter."

Her sales will turn
this crowd into a mob.

Do you think Hugo Swann
got her in to see Maladie?

No, no one got her
in. This is fiction.

I honestly thought she
was better than this.

I never trusted her, myself.

Have the men keep a rough
count of people coming in.

Get to 400, close the gates.

But there's thousands
of people waiting.

Then lock the gates.

Judge said public, not packed.

Bring 'em in.

You two are there to help us
get in and out, nothing more.

Um, George and Violet,

yous'll be back here
with the prototype.

No one goes into that square
apart from me until...

I thought you was
going spelunking.

True said take care of you.

Right. That'll make this
easier, then. Come see.

Nimble, it'll be
the same, only...

Yeah, I'm happy to stay up here.

We're gonna need to
practice this bit.

- Hey, get off!
- Oi, watch it!

Top marksmen in the country.

They won't fire
unless they have to.

But they won't miss.

How did you, um...

How did you fare
in the underworld?

The king was unresponsive.

He said his men weren't
trained to stop fights.

I suppose anarchy
is a boon to him.

His dealings go unnoticed.

I did tell him which
neighborhoods to stay out of.

Do you think we should deal
with him more permanently?

A beggar's palace coup?

In time, perhaps.

Crowd's a bit thin.

- Swann.
- Oh. General Pecking.

- Gilberto.
- Developed a taste for blood, have you?

Uh, blood, yes.

Just, uh

not blue.

Can I help you, sir?

As it happens, you can.

For I am your favorite
uncle come from abroad,

- just to see you.
- Nah.

You're just here for
the hanging. Not for me.

Oh! We got a tub of gin inside.

- Oh!
- Tom, this is my uncle.

Hello, Tom!

- Remember,
George, when you hear the...

It's two minutes, and
then that lever goes down.

After the prototype's
been deployed,

you drive out, and you go to...

Porchill Road, after
the drums, down.

Aneel and I studied together.

He knows I mean to practice,

but when we marry,

I'm supposed to
give up my hobby.

- Shh!

- I'm a better student than he is.

He's gonna leave me because I'm
a better student than he is.

Don't be daft.

A pound says he shows up
with flowers and apologies

tomorrow at the latest.

Did you not
hear my shushing?

All right, settle down!
- Oi! You!

Stop pushing, or out you go!

Oi, is that a bottle?

Gimme that. You want
something...

What, you gonna cry? Fuck off.

- He's in an uproar.
- Thank goodness.

It's less work for me.

Tent cop: 15,000 pounds of gold!

Shh, we do not tell the others.

- Put your backs into it, lads.
- Tent cop: Yes, uncle!

My dad never even
looked at my paintings.

He said a copper's life
is good enough for me.

- Oh!
- Then he takes my brushes,

Windsor and fucking
Newton, no less, and...

- It's Maladie!

- Maladie!

Quit yelling, love. I'll
be down in a minute.

You give the devil what for!

- You're a fuckin' animal!
- They should burn you!

Go on, then! Drop the bitch!

Go on! Drop her! Drop the bitch!

Drop
the bitch! Drop the bitch!

Drop the bitch! Drop the bitch!

- Drop the bitch! Drop the bitch!

Drop the bitch! Drop the bitch!

Drop the bitch!

Drop the bitch! Drop the bitch!

Drop the bitch!

Careful.
- Oh, blimey, this is heavy.

- My back is killing me.

You're
a fucking animal!

Drop
the bitch! Drop the bitch!

Drop the bitch! Drop the bitch!

Oh, hi.

General Pecking:
Shoot! Shoot, guards!

- Aah!

She didn't want to be rescued.

No.

She wanted people to see.

An audience.

She's gonna kill us.

Everyone who came
to see her die.

- Get out!
- Wait.

- No, you have to get...
- No, just shut up.

What are these power
lines under us?

They don't go to the prison.

Are those barricades metal?

- It's been a privilege.

Away from the railings!

Birch! Get 'em off the railings!

Get 'em off the
railings! Get 'em off!

Move! Move!

Move back!

What the hell's happening?

Fucking electricity.

Move out. Out.

Ev... Everyone... Everyone out.

George, don't deploy!

Don't touch the lever!

- They deserve worse.

Open it! This way!

Oi. Come here.

No! No, no, no. No, don't!

True said take care of you.

Oh! Harriet! Harriet!

I'll, I'll get help!

- I'll be back!

Come on, come on! Go, go!

Oh!

Oh, God, Harriet!

No more
Touched! No more Touched!

No more
Touched! No more Touched!

Over there.

Aah!

Bring her in.

Go all right?

Horatio:

You?

Uh, it was a riot.

I only kill angels.

She talked about the
detective who was smart,

and honest, and she didn't
marry him because he was sad.

My sales matter.

Her sales will turn
this crowd into a mob.

It's popular
with working women.

Inky fingers don't
make you a reporter, Boyle.

You see the stab wounds?

You were there.
- Who's this?

Murder.

Don't be stupid!

This way!

La!

There's a fight that's coming.

Get ready!

I need to find out
who our enemy is.

You could've been miles
from here months ago.

We'll never know
if we've done it right.

You
know what's coming.

Why are you
hiding? You said, "Find me."

Why did it go so wrong?

Maladie's hanging scene,
it's just madness.

- They should burn you!

Penance
realizes it could be them

in Maladie's position,

and if they can stop
it, they should.

This is a case where
justice must be seen.

And it requires a bloodletting.

They're killing her to make
a big example out of her.

That's, I think,
the principal of it.

Public execution, we
abolished 30 years ago.

They're hanging Maladie
for being Touched.

Harriet's MO is to
abide by the law.

So she sides with Penance,

because there's a
disparity of justice there.

I think, for
Desirée, it's just survival.

She doesn't want to
go along with Amalia

because that route looks
too unknown and uncertain.

And, um, on some level,
Desirée's a bit lazy,

so she'd rather do less work.

Penance's plan to save Maladie
is quite a crucial thing

to be able to pull off.

And that sense of the
orphanage coming together

for the greater good...

You can feel it when you're
on set. It's really exciting.

I remember
I was supposed

to get a 4 a.m. call time
and go and shoot this.

And it was just like, "Oh,
we're all shutting down."

And it was like, "Okay,
see you in a few weeks?"

We all
disappeared for six months,

and, originally,
we were gonna shoot

in a very historic part of
London called Greenwich.

It was just a
grand, grand space.

But, during these COVID times,
we just said, "You know what?

What if we just built
our own town square?"

I'm so pleased
that we got to build it

because with COVID
and everything

and not having so many extras...

It's not as big as
Greenwich, which is good,

and it's got a lot more,
sort of, ins and outs to it.

We created the back of a prison

in a sleazy, down
part of town, really.

So, I plied my painter
with all these pictures

of filthy walls
and what have you.

It just has that lovely,
Victorian griminess about it,

which inspired everything
that we're putting in there.

We sort of do research into
what they would've eaten then.

So an event like this

toffee apples,
oysters, jellied eels.

So those are the sort of things
that the poor extras are eating.

It needs to feel real.

Even down to things
that probably

the camera won't pick up,
like bits of oyster shell

crushed on the ground.

The creatives on this just
take things to another level.

So, as an actor,
you just step on set

and melt into your surroundings.

It was interesting to see
the crew who were, like,

just on the lookout
for how to make it

look as realistic as possible.

Bring 'em in.

Public execution was an event
that brought together people

from different classes.

They were this
sort of spectacle.

I think people really
saw it as a holiday.

There was this sort of ring
that the police had set up

so that no one
could get too close.

But beyond that, it
was a free-for-all.

We were supposed to fill it

with hundreds and
hundreds of people.

But we actually used digital
motion capture crowds

and spread out socially
distanced crowds on green screen.

Come on, guys...

And roll!

That kind of gave us
a lot more opportunities

to do a lot of camera tricks

to make not so many people
seem like a lot of people.

The
hanging of Maladie...

It won't actually be our actor,
it will be a stunt double,

because it's more unpleasant
than it is dangerous.

So we have a dressing rope
that looks like a noose.

And that's tightened
with bungee,

but it will always stretch.

So, when they drop through,

they're actually
dropping into a harness.

And the actual pain is
at the top of the legs

where the femoral arteries are.

That's what takes the impact.

The hanging scene is
just this enormous moment

within that world.

Nimble appears, using the turn
to get Sue down to the gallows.

We had this massive ramp,
which we built on the stage,

and painted it green.

Our stunt double
can run and jump,

and we'd use wires just to take
the sting out of the landing.

Working with the effects,

they have to take
all of these shots

and stick them into
a real environment.

Shoot! Shoot that!

And then, it, you
know, it all kicks off.

It all goes crazy.

You see, I
knew that Amy Manson

wasn't going to die
in that episode.

And I was like, "Okay,
what's the loophole here?"

She wanted people to see.

He realizes
this is a setup.

"We're not hanging
her, she's hanging us."

What does happen
is completely unforeseen.

You know, it is, as Massen says,

"It all comes down to
effing electricity,"

which is a great line.

The railings were
hollowed out and perforated.

And then we pumped
some smoke up there

so that when people are
getting electrocuted,

all the smoke comes out around
them like they're sizzling up.

Maladie had rigged
this whole thing up

to drive people to that hanging.

She set up this
identity for herself

that she's gonna
be able to observe.

She's harboring a hell of a
lot of resentment and pain.

She needs to seek revenge.

Frank, he
remembers Clara,

who has a kind of
fetish for the Touched.

Sacrifice, you know?

Through a fight sequence
with Frank Mundi,

the two end up
switching positions.

So, he then starts
thinking about a conversation

that he had with Effie Boyle.

My sales matter!

He starts putting it
together that the journalist,

who's been covering the trial

and eager to get access
to Maladie... is Maladie.

Before the
whole Maladie reveal

is when you first see she
starts to feel empathy.

Hurry!

That is a beautiful
moment for the audience.

Deep down, she does have
a conscience, you know?

She's a person.
She's not invincible.

Even the villains in our
show have so much heart.

The
Effie reveal was great fun.

Yeah, that was
the hardest there,

trying to hide Maladie's
wig under another wig.

Amy just did such
a brilliant job.

Teeth out, threw
them on the floor.

Wig off, threw it.

And she's back to Maladie.

I think for the audience
that's so delicious

after the event.

You know, she's
smart. She's plotted, well,

everything really.

From the start of episode one.

You realize, "Oh, my God! Okay.

This is much more
sophisticated than I realized."

A lot of
things start to pay off.

But there are a lot
of mysteries left too.