The Nevers

Three of the Touched declared war on society.

Right now, every one of you is suspect.

Inspector Mundi clearly has

a personal interest in Mary Brighton.

What is Mary's turn?

You get Mary singin',

all the Touched, they'll all come to us.

You're turning your club into a business.

Massen thinks the Touched are a plague.

I think they're a gold mine.

We can be partners.

Are you one of them?

I keep looking for that spark.

Maybe your darkness is part of her plan.

I'm going to find Maladie before Mary's dead.

I'm sorry for your terrible day.

(hooves clopping, wheels squeaking)

Come on, lads.

Pretty.

Tell the Beggar King he's done on these docks.

No pay-ups. No shipments.

From here straight to Dicker's Wharf,

Limehouse belongs to Bonfire Annie.

Thug: Let's go.

He decides to argue the case, or send anyone else to,

there's not a shadow he can hide in.

Amalia: Not even this one?

- (groans) - Amalia: How about that one?

(thwack) - (grunting)

- Tell me why I shouldn't kill you. - (groans)

- I think you should, uh... - (flame snuffer clunks)

- Fuck off. - I've enough snuffer in here to mummify you.

- The same goes for you, Mrs. True. - What?

This scenario's a slight more violent than advertised.

- You said we were going to speak. - We are. This is our language.

- And now you're no better than her. - I am much better than her.

- Not if you punch her in the face... - Christ!

Don't. All right.

Parlay.

You can speak your peace, but I will burn us all to death

if I have to hear you bicker.

Penance, you think maybe you could put out that fire before it spreads?

Uh... - We won't fight.

How in fuck's name did that girl sneak up on me?

Amalia: We were here before you were.

The Beggar King's men aren't notably attentive.

Penance even sneezed once.

- How'd you know I was here? - I saw it.

The fire, the cart. It's my "turn." Ripplings.

I do still want to kill you a bit.

Go ahead. But I'm not covering for you when she finds out.

I don't know where Maladie is,

and I'm not turning myself in,

- or any kind of... - I want you to join us.

- At The Orphanage. - (chuckles softly)

- And you want to kill me. - We're all contradictions.

You nearly killed my best friend,

and you saved my life.

- Yeah, that was an accident. - It was a reflex.

I think it was your natural instinct.

My natural instinct is to burn things down.

We can accommodate that.

Is that the mission you were going on about?

Mary Brighton brings in all the Touched with her little lullaby,

- then we overthrow the monarchy. - Nothing that grand.

Or that small.

I quit Maladie 'cause I was sick of riddles.

And we'd stopped making money.

You know we're dying. The Touched.

We're being attacked, locked up, and thrown in the street.

Not everyone got such a formidable "turn."

And it's getting worse. You have enemies you don't know about yet.

So I should hide with your sad little gaggle?

I'm fine all by myself.

You still feel it.

Mary's song. You know what a better world could be like.

It isn't real, that feeling.

It's a fantasy. You don't trust it any more than I do.

Might as well have been that cart full of opium I just torched.

- Cart full of what? - (clanging)

Penance: Don't roll away, lovely.

I'll make it up to you.

I fell on my snuffer. (coughs)

I don't like all that smoke to come at me.

This hero broke my fall.

My back feels fine.

Tingling, like my hand fingers.

- She found a better world. - (Penance coughs)

Ugh. That's too many of me.

Amalia, come and see my soul trapped in a jar.

If you rub it, I'll give you wishes.

You'll never guess what the fire was.

- It's opium, my love. - But it was the air.

But also the cloud that wanted thunder

but was too gentle to hold it.

Ugh... Bonnie Annie's gone away.

Come on. That's enough opium for tonight.

Well, maybe just...

Okay, let me check. You stay here.

Did you feel the thunder that wasn't?

I feel it all the time.

We have the best jobs.

(hooves clopping, indistinct chatter outside)

Amalia: Bonfire Annie, a flat no.

Mary's too shaken to sing.

Myrtle's "turn" is being incomprehensible.

I am really racking up the wins.

- Oh, and I created Maladie. - You know you didn't.

- You made a difficult choice. - She doesn't know that.

I still hardly remember her. Makes it worse, somehow.

Breathe without talking, please.

All right.

Your lungs are no better for your wild night out.

You managed not to rupture a wound.

And Penance? She did stop vomiting.

She's a strong girl.

But you got no business bringing her along

on these dangerous excursions,

after what Maladie did to her.

I didn't bring her to Maladie's.

You didn't know what you were walking into.

Either time. Any time.

Right, you tried to bring Bonfire Annie into the fold.

That's not a difficult choice. That's just reckless.

- She's a killer, for Christ's sake. - I'm a killer.

You're a soldier, and Penance isn't one.

- She will be. - That's a terrible fate to wish on a friend.

Do you think anything that's happening has to do with what I wish?

Just try to keep her from becoming an opium fiend.

Well, you know young people these days. They never listen.

Yeah, and they're not gonna learn it from you.

Horatio. - It's not funny.

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... - It could be fun.

- Amalia, we've been through this. - It was fun.

It was more than fun.

- Every night I have... - (orphans running)

Race you! - (giggling)

I sit at dinner across from my wife,

and I know something that she doesn't know.

Something that will pull her heart out,

and the only comfort I have or I could give

is the knowledge that I walked away from it.

You didn't get very far.

Do you think it's easy for me?

Horatio: Nothing's easy for Amalia True.

She has the weight of the world.

I'm sorry I can't be more generous about being your mistake.

No need to stop on my account, please.

Is there a song you'd like, Mrs. True?

None you'd know, but keep playing.

- (speaks foreign languages) -Mrs. True needs a different kind of song.

I should be working to get that voice back.

Oh, let her play.

Can I not be made the villain of the piece?

I said keep playing.

The other song will come when it comes.

I doubt a little fun will do anything but help.

Waiting's only painful when you're not doing anything else.

The gospel of Amalia True, patron saint of patience,

and ironically, fist-punching. Good morning.

Miss Adair, you're surprisingly sprightly this morning.

I had a vision in the night in between vomits.

First time Mary sang in public,

only the Touched that were in the room could hear it.

But next time, we'll make Mary's voice loud enough

that it can be heard by Touched across the city...

You say Candlemas Park is the place, right?

It's open on all sides, and there's the...

Penance: And it's right in the center of the city.

But I was noticing last night that the city is loud.

Even pure truth would choke on the din.

But every voice is just vibrations,

and an electric converter could make those vibrations

a lot bigger.

Penance Adair, have you just invented the amplifier?

Ah, you gave it away!

And you gave it a very dull name.

I'll be calling it "The Brightener."

It's a play on words involving your name.

Well, thanks.

Um, that's... Um, I-I don't know what it is.

Oh, it, um...

amplifies the sound waves.

It-it'll make your voice heard for miles,