The Nevers

I want you to join us.

Is that the mission you were going on about?

You still feel it. Mary's song.

You know what a better world could be like.

First time Mary sang,

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

We'll make Mary's voice loud enough

that it could be heard by Touched across the city.

We need to get those fliers taken down.

They could be all over London.

DÉSIREÉ BLODGETT: What did they do to the girls?

Experiments.

We need to know everything they've been doing.

Oh! Who are you?

The Order is to eliminate Maladie.

Maladie has done us a favor.

She turned sentiment against the Touched.

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

We have enemies you don't know about yet.

The Touched, they'll all come to us.

They'll be safe.

Down!

- Witches! - Freaks!

- Why don't we drown you all? Ha, ha! - Good riddance!

Drown her! Let's see if she floats!

- Vile creatures! - Go on, piss off!

Please, Inspector. Not now.

Not here.

- You're under arrest. - Come on, you two.

There we go...

I know your loss is greater than any of us

- can even... - Where the fuck is she?

Where's the lady who can see the future?

- (music distorts) - (muffled chatter)

A kiss for a pint. That was the deal.

I am a woman of my word.

Kiss for a pint.

Oh, no, you fucking don't...

- (violin crashes) - (crowd exclaiming)

- (thwacks) - (grunts)

- I'm gonna need you in a minute. - (crowd clamoring)

Who speaks for these men?

Him, m'lord.

Jacobs.

The men learnt there are explosives among the cargo here.

They feel they're due higher wages for handling them.

Who here knows what this is?

Well, that's a shell, sir.

Loaded with cordite. Ready for the war.

Top marks.

It's good for blowing up the enemy,

and for saving our lads.

That's who you're holding hostage here. Your brothers.

That doesn't change the facts...

- (workers yelling) - Worker: Jesus!

If they were unstable,

we would simply roll them over the line,

wouldn't we?

You men are seeking a grievance.

The docks are full of men who care about our troops,

and foreigners who care about nothing.

I can fill your jobs in an hour!

Get back to work, and I will forget this happened.

No repercussions.

You won't be docked for this stoppage.

It's very generous.

Go on. Go on. Back to work.

Go on. Go on.

Next time, come and talk to me as individuals.

To band together when you could stand alone?

I expect more courage from Englishmen.

They're taking the carrot, my lord.

They're mouthing the carrot.

They spit it back out, we'll use the stick.

I thought Aneel was with you.

He had to get back to school.

I mean, he gets to.

If you're up to it, I need a favor.

- (shattering) - The new folk,

there's rumors one or two have outstanding warrants.

Petty charges, likely cooked up.

Oh. It should mostly just be fines, I imagine.

Some of them might not technically be citizens.

- They don't all speak English, so it's hard to tell.

(clinking)

I don't know if that matters, but I'll find out.

- You're a daisy. - I'd rather be a barrister.

Then I could prosecute the men...

I don't see how, though.

I can't even apply to Aneel's school.

How are we ever gonna see justice

if we're not a part of justice?

All I can see my way through is a grape.

You know you're gonna have to clean up those shards, right?

Yeah.

So, is this what we can expect?

A leader who doesn't lead?

Are you looking to fill that position?

She does have the nicest room.

You know True should have been there.

I've shown more respect for Mary, and I'm her kidnapper.

Amalia misses the point of things, as often as not.

But if that chair is warm when she sits in it,

she'll know why.

You don't think I can best her?

I don't think you want her job.

- (liquid pouring) - It's very draining.

Did you see anyone out of place at the funeral?

Not Maladie. None of the gang.

Beggar King sent a wreath.

- The great big one? - She lost a friend.

She didn't win the Derby.

Big one wasn't signed.

Couple of Purists making a fuss.

You probably saw.

The pink rags.

- Purists all have them. - So they have a name now?

- Christ preserve us. - Thought that was my job.

- We don't want more violence. - This is London, Doctor.

There's always more.

I still don't see how you can go from working for Maladie...

to being here with Amalia.

You really think they're that different?

Penance: True still not back?

I swear to Jesus, I would...

Have you not finished discussing my faults?

Come on, Penance. Jesus awaits.

He already knows what I was gonna say,

and I'll add a few Hail Marys for that later.

Frank Mundi'll owe a few himself, poor man.

Maladie didn't show at the funeral.

Can you believe the rudeness of that woman?

It'd be madness to show, and not her kind.

The papers that bothered to report on the shootin' are all blamin' her,

and we don't know that we shouldn't be.

I still thought she might go.

So why didn't you?

The man who tried to drown me is Nicholas Perbal.

Ach. That brute?

The blasphemy of walking on water

for the purpose of murder...

He's called Odium.

Not by his dear Granny Perbal,

who owns a snug little attic somewhere in the narrows.

Beggar King's man says he's convalescing, likely at Gran's.

Do violins cost a lot?

The two attacks could be unrelated, you and Mary.

- Lot of people don't like you, I'm told. - I know. (sighs)

- (rumbling) - Lord Massen: ...a casualty of war...

I need a bath.

Tell Lucy we're meeting in an hour.

Start listing suspects.

But she's broken up worst of all the girls.

Amalia: We'll take her mind off it.

It's all hands on deck, and she has the best hands in the group.

In the meantime...

Make yourself comfortable.

- (footsteps departing) - (scoffs)

: Ah, True, sure and you should've been at the service.

You're a bitter poor example to the girls.

: But I'm so tough and mean, and I hate sentiment.

And also people. And myself.

: Ah, Lord, Mary Brighton trusted you,

- and you failed her. - (normal voice): Is that what you think?

: I think the longer we wait to find the killer,

the greater the chance we never do.

Mary doesn't need me crying over her corpse.

True, I can't imagine how many funerals you've been to, but...

None. We don't do that when I'm from.

We don't have enough time and we don't have enough ground.

You know better than anyone what pain does

when you don't make time for it.

All time does is run out.