The Nevers

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." - (SOBS)

Who do we need to find?

- (Amalia moans) - Judge: After five weeks...

five grueling weeks of testimony

as to your heinous and unrepentant malfeasance...

- (Amalia moans) - this court finds you guilty

of the crimes of burglary,

- theft, assault... - (passionate moaning)

Extortion, indecency, kidnapping,

and 15 counts of murder.

Désirée: You're clear.

Judge: 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... - (glass clinking)

I think, Prince Albrecht, there was some concern

as to the nature of your absence.

Massen: 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.

- Amalia: X-ray. - Penance: 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.

Amalia: 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.

Horatio: 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?

- (whispers): 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. - (stammers) I, I don't know. I...

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

- Just... - (sighs)

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... - Lavinia: Kill it.

- Dr. Hague: 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

(energy pulsing)

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.

Woman: (grunts) Ooh.

- Oh! Oh... - (slams)