Carnival Row

Listen.

For ages the homeland of the fae

remained free until the empires of men arrived.

In the midst of that conflict,

two souls found an unexpected love.

It's that Pix you've been doting on.

I'm not the only one with a secret, am I?

She'll die for you.

She loves you.

I've seen what's coming.

If you love her,

you won't give her the choice to.

Where to, Inspector?

The Row, as we have a killer on the loose.

Ladies who found her said she was Aisling Querelle.

She was taken by a great evil.

Neither man nor fae.

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Why do you care so bloody much?

What's this strange affinity you have for 'em?

You know you don't have to come here every day.

Could've just as easily been me behind them bars instead of you.

Darius!

You okay?

I'm fine.

All right, I'm all yours.

Stop her, you maggots!

Name.

Vignette. Vignette Stonemoss.

Tourmaline.

Gods, you don't know, do you?

Know what?

You're alive.

I never meant to hurt you.

You destroyed me.

I can't go back to that fucking house.

You won't let me work here.

What else is there?

They call themselves the Black Raven.

The law of the city is not ours.

It does not protect us.

Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.

I will never forgive myself

if this Black Raven shit gets you killed.

Where have you been?

Not on Carnival Row, I trust?

Well, of course not.

You're the chancellor's son, Jonah.

You can't give your father's enemies any ammunition.

Who's that?

Longerbane's daughter Sophie.

A great tide of anger is rising in this city.

Its good people have had enough!

You're Jonah Breakspear.

Suppose it was inevitable that our paths

would cross sooner or later.

I've been brought in to tutor you.

Whatever they're paying you, I'll double it.

Don't think

you can pay me to lie for you.

Is the master of the house available?

I'm master here.

I sensed that you lack

a proper invitation to society here.

And you smelled a bargain to be made.

There must be a limit to what he can ask of you!

Of course.

You are quite unlike anyone

I've ever met, Mr. Agreus.

Get out of the bed.

Imogen.

Agreus, we have to go, we have to leave now.

- We're being signaled. - Ignore them.

Let them chase us if they'd like.

What course shall we set?

Somewhere far away.

I know who you are.

Is she still alive?

Time is running out. Go.

Your scars.

You're half fae.

I still can't believe it.

A half-blood.

Passing right under our noses.

Bring him in.

Rycroft Philostrate,

you're under arrest.

Do you ever think about Tirnanoc?

All the time.

I wish I'd never left.

Wait.

I didn't kill my mother.

I didn't even know who she was.

I can ask you, Father.

You're not Krik.

I've decided that I'm no longer in need

of an arts and letters tutor.

I understand, sir.

But I am in need of an honest man.

Sir?

Special advisor to the chancellor.

Thank you.

Honorable leader of the opposition,

- will you stand with me? - I will.

- You have to go back to the Row. - Why?

All Critch are to be sequestered to the Row.

Just Critch, mate, move along.

I am Critch.

- Did you hear that? - Yeah. What was it?

I don't know.

Something moving.

Ah...

It's just pigeons, mate. Come on.

All right! All right!

Pipe down, you horrible lot!

Your Uncle Boz has got a special treat for you tonight.

Who wants to see a fucking copper get what's coming to him?

I give you Rycroft

Philostrate!

- You fucking copper! -

Well, hold on. Hold on a bit.

Our champions here are worn out.

Wouldn't be fair to make them fight a copper

all by themselves, now, would it?

A fucking Trow? That wasn't part of the agreement.

No. But technically within the rules.

And those still apply to you, copper.

But if you're feeling fragile, you can forfeit.

Come on. What's it gonna be, then?

Fight or flight?

Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

[train whistle blowing in distance]

Oi!

Vignette!

You all right?

Come on, then.

- -

Stop! Don't you move.

Aah!

Aah!

Oi, slag!

Fucking half-blood.

Up here!

Hurry!

- It's the Black Raven! - We have to stop her.

Don't let her get away! Shoot her.

Aah!

Aah!

- There's more over here. - Take as much as you can carry.

I'll check the next car.

- -

Critch cunt!

You cowardly little piece of shite.

- Don't. - He was gonna shoot me in the back.

We agreed. No killing.

Phaedra.

Fucking claw him, Geza!

Oh, fuck!

- - Yeah!

You fucking wank!

Aah!

- -

You'll pay up. Fair's fair.

We didn't bet for money.

Take the guilders and piss off.

We had a deal.

Deal was...

if I won, you do me a favor.

A special favor.