Carnival Row - Second Season

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.