The Nevers

It came three years ago.

There are hundreds of unique,

inexplicable afflictions.

You're declaring the Touched a direct threat

against the empire.

Mrs. True runs the orphanage.

Plenty of girls have been shown a strangeness.

We've come to help.

Detective Mundy, you're gonna wanna see this.

-What, me? -With your pagan sex club.

With a certain investor, The Ferryman's Club will become a phenomenon.

Who's hunting the Touched, and why?

How are we gonna deal with those fellas?

We're going to the opera.

Just let me have the girl.

Just let me have the girl...

We find Mary. We get her singin'.

-All of the Touched, they'll all come to us.

The Touched are everywhere.

The whole city's talking about it.

The newspapers make money by frightening people.

There cannot be so many of them.

But how are we knowing?

They look normal.

And anyhow, I wouldn't hate to be Touched.

-Oh, don't, don't-- -No, not like the Maladie,

but with a nice, um, a "turn"?

Make silk from cotton.

Or to make Danny Kent fall in love to you.

You promised not to say anything.

And it's fall in love "with" me.

Fall for, fall in love with, make love to...

I think love confuses the English.

Oh.

Your gloves, Miss Cassini.

-They are clean. -Oh.

But no longer white.

Oh, yes. And rather threadbare.

Jones & Jackson only provide the first pair, you know.

I am saving up.

Yes.

A few nights off the beef and pudding,

help your appearance altogether.

Although there is a little café

on the Dalton Lane, if you--

This is too gay. I'd like to look at something more autumnal.

The city is in mourning, you know.

-Since the massacre? -Of course. Of course.

Miss Cassini.

The feathers.

Oh!

Oh, my God. She's Touched!

She's one of them.

That girl's Touched. That one!

Stay there, Miss Cassini.

Miss Cassini! Stay right there.

Stop her! Ooh!

-Stop her! -What's going on?

Right, let's go, boys!

Stand back! Get out of the way!

Out of the way!

Get out of the way. Get up.

Everyone out!

Check the workshop!

Did you wipe your feet?

Everyone just stay calm.

-These men have been horrid. -Whoa.

-Oh, Primrose! What's happening?

They were looking at my underthings.

And what do they expect to find there?

You Amalia True?

Why are your men looking through a young lady's personals?

It's common practice among criminals to hide things

where a decent person wouldn't look.

You're not among criminals, Mister...

Inspector Mundi. Scotland Yard.

I have a warrant to search the premises,

and I'll need the workshop outside unlocked.

Frankie Mundi.

You're the one likes knocking suspects about.

Even though they's as innocent as Christmas.

What do they do to set you off?

They call me "Frankie."

We occupy three adjoining properties.

This applies only to The Orphanage. Not to the workshop.

Shall we speak apart?

-Do you need me? -We're all right.

You're with the Special Detail hunting Maladie.

Since you're here, I can assume you're no closer to finding her.

She disappeared from under the opera house,

as did you.

I tried to stop her. I failed.

I didn't much feel like talking about it.

Or retrieving your gown.

It got caught on something.

Like Cinderella's shoe.

Please tell me you've been trying it on every girl in the kingdom

to see who it fits.

Do you often engage in public violence, Mrs. True?

Would you give over violence?

She put her life at risk to save dozens of others.

She handed you one of Maladie's gang.

The great big rifleman.

And followed Maladie out,

without surprise.

Or natural feminine restraint.

We have this from a reliable witness.

Would that be the man with his cock out?

Probably.

Is Lord Swann implying I'm in the gang?

With Bonfire Annie nearly settin' her hair ablaze?

I prefer to talk to Mrs. True alone.

So would I.

Do you know...

Mary Brighton?

Then how come you tried to save her?

I suspected no one else would.

-Is Mary like you? -Violent?

Touched.

You don't want her to be.

Inspector, she is Touched, but I can assure you,

she is nothing like me. She's wonderful.

-How are you not wonderful? -What's her "turn"?

I thought you were after Maladie.

We all want Miss Brighton safe.

-Work with us-- -Our men will find Maladie.

In Primrose's drawers?

What is Mary's "turn"?

Ladies, do not speak another word.

This loathsome charade is over.

Miss Bidlow. I'm here on a warrant,

signed by Judge Ditton--

The commissioner of police was shocked to hear

that Judge Ditton had overstepped so egregiously.

He seemed confident, however, that neither you nor your men

would bear the brunt of the blame.

-Mrs. True. -Inspector.

Arigato.

-How did you know the police-- -I had rather expected it.

I was surprised it took them all of two days.

Did they really think we had Maladie

sleepin' in a sock drawer?

Three of the Touched declared war on society.

Right now, every one of us-- of you-- is suspect.

Lucy Best can break things by touching them.

-Primrose Chattoway-- -Primrose is a child,

and meek as a kitten.

When a kitten reaches 10 feet, you call it a tiger.

I shouldn't have to explain this to you.

So who set the police on us?

Inspector Mundi clearly has a personal interest in Mary Brighton.

He couldn't have authorized it himself.

The superintendent was pressured from above.

But he wouldn't tell me by whom.

What about Lord Massen?

I didn't realize when we met what a... name he was.

"A voice of conservative Parliament."

Anti-union, anti-Suffragism, anti-Belgian...

Gilbert Massen and I agree on almost nothing.

It is the bedrock of our friendship.

But he's never mentioned my work here.

Although, after Maladie's debut...

Any luck tracking her down?

I have people looking.

I'd prefer to be one of them.

Lavinia: Well, I'm here on a different mission.

Not for you, but for Miss Adair.

There is, in my circle, a monthly charitable fete.

There are philanthropists, lecturers...

The best families attend.

Men of influence, with wives of actual influence.

This afternoon, it's to be at my estate.

I thought everyone was in a panic.

It's society.

Doing nothing is how we panic.

And it presents a good opportunity to put a pleasing face

on London's new bogeyman.

A few attractive girls showing off their "turns,"

and their good manners, to society's elite.

It may seem trite to you,

but public opinion is a brush fire.

And we must come to them to stop them barging in on us.

She's right.

Besides, it's a party.

Bring a few of your charges to my estate,

no later than 2:00.

I assume your estate is quite large, then?

I suppose.

Good. 'Cause I'll be bringing the tiger.

General Pecking wants to make it a military matter.

Have the infantry patrolling the city.

I'm exhausted by the ways that would go wrong.

At least the public would--

This is not about saving face.

Maladie has done us a favor.

She turned sentiment against the Touched,

but keeps attention on herself.

And the rest of the group are firmly with you now.

No one doubts we're under attack.

The House is going to nominate