All language subtitles for Carnival.Row_.S02E07.Kindred.1080p.AMZN_.WEB-DL.DDP5_.1.H.264-NTb

No. Please, Agreus, please.

You were very, very lucky

that it was Agreus who was
handed that gun, not me.

What are you
going to do to me?

We are going to escape
this place, today.

I think Vignette's gonna die.

Millworthy!

Where's Vignette?

Just run.
Run for your fucking life.

And I know that when
you make these promises,

you believe what you're saying.

- Of course I do.
- But I can't rely on you.

Because there's always
something or someone

more important than me.

I think I'm done.

Hey, this is the moment
we've been waiting for.

We're gonna tear down that wire.

You're gonna have to do it
without me.

Here.

We need your help
to catch this thing.

It's a shape-shifter,
for fuck's sake.

It could be anyone.

It's like every murder was
designed to stir up trouble

between humans and fae.

Do us a favor, Berwick.

Fuck off.

Rycroft Philostrate.

You will be remanded into
police custody on one condition:

you help us catch
this Critch monster.

All right.

I'll help.

Ah.

I think you may wish
to slow down, my dear.

Oh, Agreus, relax.

Have some fun.

Ah. Na zdraví, Mr. Kastor.

- Na zdraví.
- Ah. Na zdraví.

Na zdraví.

- Oh, uh...
- Oh, come on.

Oh, would you like
a dance, Comrade?

If you can keep up with her,
be my guest.

Come with me, Comrade.

I've something
I'd like to show you.

Should I...

Uh, what should I do
with my beer?

Set it down.

We'll be right back
for it later.

Hey!

You're a good dancer.

- Not as good as you.
- Oh, thank you.

- Finishing school.
- Ah, I understand.

Oh...

Ah. Are you all right?

Yes, I'll be fine, I just...

- I just need a moment.
- Ah, having too much fun, huh?

I need to find the ladies'.

Okay.

Let's dance!

Uh...

We said two passengers. Two.

Not three.
There's no room for him.

Nonsense,
it's a sizable ship.

- Of course there's room.
- Bad enough

with three of us
crammed in the bilge for a week.

- But four?
- I'm sorry, sir.

The bilge?
You-you can't possibly...

My brother will manage
perfectly well in the bilge,

won't he?

Yes, of course.

If they catch us, we're dead.

- One loud sneeze...
- I understand it's an inconvenience.

We'll double your fee,
of course.

Pact ships! Coming in!

Agreus...

Get down.

- We need to move.
- This way.

Report
to your squads.

Form ranks.

The Pact will not spare
a single one of us.

We fight, comrades.
We fight or we die.

Gather your men
in the square! Let's go!

Everyone,
pick up munitions!

It is bedlam out there.

The monster,
escaped Critch terrorists

crawling all over
this fucking city.

And here you are,
letting another one loose.

Well, who better to catch
a Critch than a Critch, right?

You said it.

Look, Philo,
you were the best of us.

Best inspector we had.

We don't know where or when
the Sparas will strike next.

- Or who.
- But if anyone can find it and stop it...

One of your lot is bound
to know something.

What about that little Pix tart
of yours? Stonemoss.

Find her.
Find out what she knows.

The bloody hell's going on
out there?

Another
chancellor dead.

They'll be coming
for the rest of us soon, lads.

I don't have time
for this shit.

Hey!

What the bloody hell's
going on here?

Burn the Row!
Burn the Row!

- Move back.
- Get in. Get in there!

Go, go. Take them. Get to it!

Something has got to be done.

I don't want to see the Row
burn any more than you do.

We've had our differences,
you and me,

but the Raven would've killed me

in front of my family that
night, and you stopped them.

So if you...

So if you'll just trust us...

...we'll trust you.

All right?

What'd you reckon,
Philo?

I always come through
for you lads, don't I?

That's right, my darling.

Fruit and veg!

- Best on the Row.
- It's rotten.

I can't give my kids this muck.

See if you can
get better elsewhere.

Fruit and veg.

Back from Bleakness?

I see you picked up
a few souvenirs.

Not compared to you.

Yeah, well, I'm stronger.
And, uh, more handsome.

So, why did they let you out?

Somebody's got to catch
the chancellor's killer

before the mob burns down
the Row, don't they?

- It was a Sparas, by the way.
- Yeah, I heard.

You think it wants to get even
after what we did

- in Tirnanoc?
- I wouldn't be surprised,

- would you?
- No, I... I suppose not.

You know, when I was there,
I didn't give two hoots

about killing a Critch,
and now I am one.

You said it best.

The world's not made
for people like us.

Hey.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

I suppose I'm just seeing things
more clearly.

You haven't seen Vignette,
have you?

Yeah, she's safe.
Well, in one piece.

Look, why don't you come inside?

No. Nah.

No, it's best if Vignette and I
keep away from each other.

Well, right you are.

But it's never
stopped you before.

Just do us a favor.

Tell her she was right.

I picked the wrong side,
and I'm sorry.

- Look, why don't you tell her yourself?
- Just...

Fucking tell her, all right?

So you're just gonna walk off?

Philo! Philo!

Oh. This is nice, isn't it?

- Cozy.
- It'll be fine.

Trust me, I can handle this.

Well, well, well!

Miss Stonemoss.

Strolling in
like you own the place.

You've got some nerve.

I'm looking to buy passage
out of the Burgue.

Are you, now?

Thing is, I don't find myself
particularly inclined

to render my services
to those that cost me money.

And, lately, you and your gang

have cost me a lot of money.

I'll pay up front!

I expect
you're in a bit of a hurry,

considering the bounty
on your head.

Ah.

Any ship'll do.

Doesn't matter
where it's headed.

- Can you get us out or not?
- Eh.

Well, I could.

Passage is pricey these days,
though.

Supply and demand.

I'd like some idea
of what I'm getting myself into.

What with you being
a wanted woman and all.

If I knew you'd gone soft, Boz,

I wouldn't have come to you
in the first place.

Soft? Nah, just curious.

There's all sorts of rumors
going around.

They're saying
all those Black Raven

that were locked up in Bleakness
have come home to make trouble.

More than their usual trouble.

Big plans, I heard.

Hardly seems the time
for one of your lot to, uh,

fly the nest, as it were.

I wouldn't know.

I left the Black Raven behind.

Oh, yeah?

You'll have no trouble there.

Hmm. Good to know.

Vignette?

I take it you're no longer
under their protection then.

Time was

a businessman with good sense
would take the money

and not ask questions.

Mm.

Times change, missy.

There's a fat bounty
on your head,

and without the Black Raven
to back you up, well...

...you see my dilemma.

If they touch
a hair on her head,

you'll be pissing sideways.

E-Easy now, love.

Uh, no need to get overexcited.

Let her go.

Mm.

Now.

Go on!

Move it!

Shift it.

Get out of the way.

- Mm.
- We'll just be on our way, then.

Move! Move! Move!

Sorry. Scuse me.

Look out. Come this way.

That went well.

Okay, Boz is not
the only way out of the Burgue.

If he's our best option, do I
really want to hear the others?

- Mm.
- Can we really go back to Tirnanoc?

Oh.

What's this, then?

Hey.

Vini, look.

Tourmaline!

What is it? What's happening?

The Pact army is gone.

- What do you mean?
- Word is

they pulled their troops back
home to fight the New Dawn.

Tirnanoc is free.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe it.

Tirnanoc forever!

Tirnanoc forever!

Tirnanoc forever!

Tirnanoc forever!

Watch it!

Give us the money.

Come on.

Come on. Finish it, you cunts.

All right.

Do you want another go?

Fuck off!

Here.

Hair of the dog?

Do you remember
when you did that to me?

When we found that shitty
little pub... Where was that?

Who the fuck cares?

Well, you're a fucking
bundle of joy, ain't ya?

Oh, I'm fine.

So...

what was that I dragged
out of the alley, then?

I'm just gettin' my own back.

You didn't let me die
in Bleakness, after all.

It's all been a fucking lie.

And the worst part is...

...I managed to fool myself.

That locking up criminals

somehow made me...

One of the good ones?

For a cop.

Passing as a human.

Helping them
lock up the Critch...

like me.

They were criminals.

Scumbags are scumbags.

Yeah.

But the human scum...

they get to walk away scot-free.

It's the ones like us they...

swing from the gallows.

Yeah, but you can't
do anything about that.

It's not your fault.

It's the way of the world.

The system's fucked.

But I knew it!

And I went along with it!

Gettin' strung up
from your heels...

that'll make you see it.

Nah.

You were trying
to keep people safe.

Including yourself.

And that's not fucking nothing.

This is just Bleakness
messing with your head, mate.

- You're not listening to me.
- I am!

But I know my friend,

and I'm not buying into this

"my whole life
is a lie" bollocks.

Nice try, though.

Maybe you'll have
better luck with her.

Is he here?

Oh, you didn't.

He's all yours.
Have fun.

Sounds like you had
quite a day.

Feel better for it?

You should probably just stay
the fuck away from me.

How did we get here?

I don't know.

I've always tried
to help the fae.

I just couldn't help
the fae in me, I suppose.

Maybe if I'd known that...

part of myself a bit better, we
might've had a fighting chance.

Hindsight's a beautiful thing.

Oh, well.

Tirnanoc's free.

Tourmaline's in danger
and she needs me.

She can't stay here, Philo.

And neither can I.

You're right.

You should go.

I know you won't,
but...

just try and take care
of yourself.

There he is.

You find your old lady?

She's not the only one
who was at Bleakness

when the Sparas attacked.

What happened to Millworthy?

Millworthy?

Pissing himself in a corner,
from what I heard.

Yeah, but he saw it.
Didn't he?

If he saw it transform,

maybe he knows its human face.

Well, if that's true,

the Sparas must know his, too.

Then your Mr. Millworthy
is a marked man, I reckon.

Poor bastard.

We'd best send some lads over
to look after him.

We need to know what he saw.

Let me see him.

He trusts me.

He'll talk to me.

It's worth a try.

Let him out.

Berwick, you take some lads
just to be sure.

You won't find Millworthy
in Balefire, though.

Not today.

The Martyr cast down the fae.

And lo, it was decreed

that their lives
should be lived in pain.

They should never know
the ease of the Martyr's hand,

nor be welcomed
into His kingdom.

But in His mercy,
the Martyr commands us

to forgive even the most
wretched of his creatures,

to forgive the fae

- who took Chancellor Breakspear from us.
- Merciful Martyr.

That bloody priest had better
run out of hot air soon.

- He won't.
- We cannot condemn the fae

- for their nature...
- They never do.

...for they were born in sin.

We shall purify ourselves
of sin,

and cleanse our lands
of corruption

with the Martyr's
blessed flame...

If the Pact have quit Tirnanoc,

their losses must be extensive.

- The Martyr has taught us...
- Quite right.

Which means the New
Dawn has them on the back foot.

An opportunity, surely.

...beyond the reach
of His blessed light,

beyond the reach
of the Martyr's hand.

Hear, hear!

Today,
in our remembrance

of Chancellor Breakspear,

we seek solace
that his name and memory

will cross future generations.

- Philo, you're safe.
- Safe enough.

- You got your old job back?
- Yeah, something like that.

Parliament's split,
so I'm a rare neutral party,

which makes me useful for now.

What are those constables doing?

They think I'm asking you
about the Sparas.

You're not?

I need you to arrange
passage to Tirnanoc.

Tirnanoc? You're go...

Ah. Vignette.

These people, they're so
terrified of the faefolk

that trying to arrange
a passage for a single Pix,

- let alone a criminal who's, uh...
- Not just one Pix.

All the fae.

All the fae?

It would solve
everyone's problems.

Mass deportation;
that's a very ugly idea, Philo.

It's better than burning alive.

Believe me,
I understand the danger,

but they're never going
to open the Row.

They want rid of us.

Parliament want
a thousand things,

all of them contradictory.

It's hard enough
to get them to agree

on even the simplest matters.

Shipping all the fae
to Tirnanoc is not simple.

Then make it simple.
One ship, maybe two.

Those clippers in the port, the
ones that used to make the run.

When people see
the government taking action...

Yeah, they'll begin
to cheer and...

yeah, maybe the Parliament will
get another ship.

When people see that,
then...

Could work. Might just work.

You could get on one.

Ah, I would like that, but...
I'm needed here.

I could get on
the last ship, join you there.

I'm not going.

I wouldn't know
how to live there.

Not as a Pix.

Philo, you should try
living as yourself.

Your mother's people,
Aisling's people,

are from Tirnanoc.

You could go home.

To them.

What do you mean,
they're letting us sail home?

Any fae who wants
passage to Tirnanoc.

There's two ships now;
there'll be more to follow.

Just like that?

The humans are helping us

out of the kindness
of their own hearts?

They want us gone;
we want to go.

You said "we."

Does that mean you're coming?

Me?

No.

But it's a safer way out
for both of you.

Better than trying
to sneak off the Row.

And I was thinking you should
probably take the sick

with you on the first ships.

It's the filth of this place
that's killing them.

That's...

It's brilliant. It's brilliant.

I'll speak to Afissa at the
clinic and make arrangements.

Good.

- I'll let you get on.
- Uh, Philo...

Thank you.

Well, Millworthy
pulled the strings, so...

Yeah, but you
asked him to, so thank you.

Yeah.

Thank you.

All right.

Visions.
Honestly.

What do Mimas know, anyway?

Oh, for the love of...

Go on. Go after him.

We both said our piece.

And I'm leaving with you.

That man just saved
all our lives.

And Vini... We're Pix.

There's room enough
in your heart.

I know there is.

The Row deserves a knees-up.

I can't believe
I'm getting out of here.

Yeah.

It's gonna be strange
without ya.

Aw.

Are you gonna miss me?

Yes, I am.

It was nice having the company.

Yeah, it was.

You're very special,
you know, Ms. Larou.

Anyone ever told you that?

You could come with us,
you know.

You could start a new life
if you wanted to.

Me?

On a ship?

200 Fae would get on,

and one Marrok would get off.

No, look, I'm serious.

We'll be there
before the full moon,

and we could keep you away
from anything sharp.

Thank you.

But no.

There's too many ghosts
in Tirnanoc.

And the Burgue's
a shithole, but...

but it's my home.

It really is a shithole.

Yeah, it is.

Well...

I'm gonna miss you, Mr. Prowell.

Chin up, love.

Bit of sea air

and the sight of home,

you'll be better in no time.

She's right.

We have everything we need
to rebuild in Tirnanoc.

You'll see.

I'll be glad when we finally
close the doors on this place.

It was all I could do to keep
a smile on me face for them.

You know, there were some days
when I wished I'd come down

with the sickness,
and be done with it all.

Oh.

Will you stay in Tirnanoc, then?

I don't know.

Most of the faun are talking
about going home

to Puyon, but...

I was born here.

The Burgue's all I know.

I mean, not that it's been
an easy life, but...

it's my life.

I mean, what would I do
anywhere else?

You were good to me
when I first came here.

That's not true at all.

I should've apologized long ago
for the way I spoke to you then.

It was foolish.

I'm ashamed.

It doesn't matter now.

It does.

It does matter.

But it was the way
I was brought up, you know?

No time for kindness.

No time for questions,
just work hard

for your betters
and keep your head down

if you know what's good for you.

But people can do better.

I can do better.

Those ships,

they're a blessing, Vignette.
Thank you.

- It wasn't really me.
- Yes, well,

when you see whoever it was,
give them a kiss from me.

Now...

they'll be looking
for escaped prisoners.

So you'll come in as one of us.

They won't look at you twice.

Hello.

Uh, thanks for this,
but I don't need it.

Not now.

You're leaving?

Can you believe it?

Maybe you were wrong.

Maybe the Sight does lie.

Perhaps.

Never fancied going
to Tirnanoc before.

Can't stand the fucking Pix.

It's their land.

They're doing us a favor.

But if you want
to whinge and moan about it,

I'm sure they'll be happy
to leave you behind.

Don't worry,
you're gonna love it.

Tirnanoc?

It's the loveliest land
there is.

And you'll never have
to bind your wings.

I can fly... anytime I like?

All day if you like.

Right.

Two rules.

Shut your faces, stay in line.

Muck about,

and you'll find yourself
on the wrong end of a rifle.

And for the winged Critch,

don't even think
about trying to fly off.

Do it, and it'll be
a bloody short flight,

I promise you.

Open these bastard gates, boys.

All right!
Let 'em out!

Fresh start.

Afissa!

I'll only be a minute.

What? We haven't got time!

Vignette!

I didn't know
if I'd get a chance to say...

Come with us.

- What?
- To Tirnanoc.

- Vignette...
- I know you did this for me.

I couldn't say so before.
It was all happening so fast.

But you can start again there.

With me or without me,
whatever you want.

Just come.

Come to Tirnanoc.

Please.

Don't mind them.
It'll be okay.

Come here. Hold on tight.

You are an abomination!

Get out of my fucking town!

You hear me, Critch? Get out of here!

Go back
where you come from!

Fucking get out of here!

Filthy Critch!
Murderous vermin!

Filthy Critch! Murderous vermin!
Filthy Critch! Murderous vermin!

Filthy Critch! Murderous vermin!

Keep moving, come on,
keep moving.

Unload those wagons.

Oi!

You were never gonna go
after the Sparas, were you?

No, I wasn't.

I trusted you.

We trusted each other, Philo.

We were partners.

You're a good man, Berwick.
Too good for that uniform.

Oi, don't say that.

Don't say that, all right?

Look, I-I'm not stupid.

I know what the lads are like.

But me and you?

We're decent.

We make the uniform better.

That's the point.

I put it on every morning.

Just like you did.

Just like my dad did.

And I'm proud to be cut
from the same cloth as you both.

I didn't abandon the badge.

It was stripped from me.

And I'm glad of it.

No!

It's
the Black Ravens!

Shut the gate!
Shut it!

Philo!

What are you doing?

You! Go, just get out!

- No! Philo!
- Get back, get back!

Take 'em down!
Target at will!

Quickly! Go!

Stay in line.

Please. You know the rules.

Don't even think about it.
Don't fucking...

It's a Sparas!

- Hey, grab her!
- Where do you think you're going?

Hey!
Get that fucking Critch!

This is a warning!

Stay on the fucking ground!

Don't fly anywhere!

Shoot the lot of you!

Where the fuck
are you going? Get back!

You'll take flight
when you're dead!

This isn't
how it happens.

It doesn't kill me here.

- Keep it moving.
- Get back!

Lads, I need some help!

Get over here now!
You're gonna be all right.

Okay? I'm gonna get you up.
Lads, come on!

Come on, let's get up.
One, two, three.

Come on.

Stop.

Put it down now.

Turn around. Turn around!

Put it down now.

Walk toward me.

Berwick!

Philo, come on.

We have to go now.