Renegade Nell

Let me get you up to speed.

This morning, the Queen made me Captain of her Bodyguard.

Allow me to take you to a place of safety.

She is to take up residence at Broadwater Hall.

Sofia. She's behind of all of it.

Possess each mortal thing upon the...

They're going after the Queen.

Hope you're feeling lucky, Nelly.

I don't need luck.

I got you.

I think we're meant to stand up when something's wrong.

This is what we were sent to the planet for.

For these poor souls.

You're my friend.

Sofia, your father bought me!

Rasselas isn't my real name. Lord Blancheford gave it to me.

My real name is lost.

Jackson didn't kill my father.

Thomas did.

- Did he? - It was him that put the idea in my head.

I could make it stop in an instant.

Isambard Tulley, you will hang for your crimes.

- Stop him! - I know you're there, Sofia.

- Ras! - You're not going...

Anywhere.

Nell Jackson, she knows about the invasion.

We take the Queen tomorrow.

What are we gonna do, Nelly?

We're gonna stop them.

Oy. Put it away, Billy.

You're making me nervous.

She's late.

- She ain't. - Well then, where's the carriage?

If we don't catch the Queen here, then Poynton will get her.

Then England will be invaded.

Then there'll be a war and massive bloodshed

and slaughter and devastation.

Where is she?

This is the fastest road to Broadwater. She'll be on it. We're fine.

Have you thought about what to say?

If you get it wrong and she'll ignore you, get herself kidnapped or beheaded.

Then the invasion, end of England.

- The world's... Why not? - Hey.

It's happening.

It's the Queen! It's the Queen!

We're holding up the Queen!

- Right. Go, go, go! - Yeah.

- Stand and deliver! - Deliver!

We surrender.

- What? - That is disgraceful, that is.

What if she was a proper highwayman, woman?

Unbelievable.

- Give me that. - Yeah.

It's Nell Jackson.

Apologies for hijacking you, Your Majesty.

Only there is a plot against you at Broadwater Hall.

Those two catsticks were driving you right into it.

Whoa.

So we thought it was best to, you know, catch you before the Jacobites do.

Nelly Jackson.

- Mr. Devereux. - Where's the blooming Queen?

Well, I don't know, do I?

Probably in the other carriage.

- The other what? - She uses decoy carriages

to trick people into thinking she's inside and avoid...

Well, this.

- What are you doing in it? - Eularia tipped me off.

An empty carriage speeding away from London

is the perfect means of escape because I'm a wanted criminal now, thanks to you.

All right.

Broadwater it is, then.

Let's go and rescue the Queen.

Hope youse all wearing your lucky britches.

Attention!

Aye. Hut!

You...

You are the traitor?

Today, you and I will take a trip to our Jacobite friends in Scotland.

And once James has ascended the throne,

your people can squabble for the best of you, of your execution.

Arrest her.

Stay.

Great!

Oy!

To it!

Stop!

- Stay where you are! - Stay where you are!

The Queen is in our custody.

Our names will be in the history books.

And Poynton...

You're pleased he found you in London.

You're pleased he's brought you into it all?

Yes.

You are friends with him, then?

You've rethought your earlier prejudice against him?

Entirely.

To blame one's circumstances on society.

External influences.

It's an abdication of will.

It makes one nothing more than a tool.

You sound like...

Did Poynton give you this?

Take it off.

- Thomas. - It can't be removed.

No! Stop!

Stop, stop, stop please.

- What are you doing? - I don't know. I just...

I think I have to do something.

What?

I felt something bad.

Something evil inside Broadwater.

But Nell said stay here while she gets the Queen out.

It's not the Queen, it's something else.

I have a feeling.

I think I need to trust it.

Right, well, we're armed.

And Nell is dealing with the guards and I know a way in, so...

Keep an eye on him, George.

Come on.

Thomas is wearing a pendant.

Remarkably like your ring.

It's a token to comfort him.

You only wanted him close once you learned that he killed Father.

Years of planning to reach this crucial point.

The Queen in my power, England at my fingertips.

It all hinges on the next few hours.

And we're talking about Thomas?

The carriage to Scotland is ready.

And it will not depart until you tell me why

Thomas is wearing a pendant which cannot be removed.

Patricide twists and warps

and marks the soul in such a way that it can be used by...

those practiced in our particular brand of influence.

Used?

Instead of using the energy to conjure,

it is possible to simply draw it into oneself.

- To what end? - When the process is complete,

it makes you...

immeasurably powerful.

Permanently.

Then why have you not done it?

It's something that, in my current state,

I cannot attempt without terrible risk.

But you,

with your natural strength and talents, you could do it.

Nell Jackson would be nothing to you.

What would happen to Thomas?

He is already lost.

But you could defeat everyone, Sofia.

You were the one who put the thought of killing my father in his head.

It would never have occurred to him.

You thought you could play with us all.

With me!

Power, death, destruction in my hand I bear.

Power, death, destruction in my hand I bear.

Power, death, destruction in my hand I bear.

Power, death, destruction in my hand I bear.

Power, death, destruction in my hand I bear.

Your magic is no match for mine now, I'm afraid.

One should never have something to lose.

It makes you weak.

Sir? Sir!

Two patrols gone.

- It must be that devil Jackson. - Yes.

Do you hear that, Lady Wilmot?

It seems Nell Jackson has decided to pay us a visit.

Such a pity you won't be there to see her die.

Oy!

Billy, oy.

- Yeah, what? - We ain't done.

- Right you are, boss. - That right?

- Put down your weapon! - I thought you was my boss.

- The way you carry on. - Yeah.

I said, put down your weapon.

Avoiding the conversation.

- Had enough? - Yeah, right.

Blimey, aye, that's a big boy.

Her Majesty had better be grateful.

Heeyah!

What?

You are some pixie.

We're kind of great at this.

Come on, then. Are you with me?

I'm with you, Nelly.

From beginning to end.

You know, I heard Broadwater Hall has an exceedingly fine collection of...

What?

Money.

You'll be fine on your own for a little while, don't you think?

Yeah, I'm all better from my gunshot wound.

And I'm not scared of Jacobites or wolves.

- And after my recent kidnapping, I... - That's very good.

Come on, then.

I might be able to find you some new spectacles.

Where do you stand on petty theft?

Fond of it.

It's coming from him. I can feel it.

Please. No more ghosts.

- He summoned you to torment me. - Who?

Let it stop!