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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.