Carnival Row - Second Season

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Burn the Row! Burn the Row!

- Burn the Row! Burn the Row! -

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Looks like we kicked the hornets' nest.

That was the idea.

Rile them up.

Why draw them here?

Let's go find out.

How did I miss it?

They've been playing us for a fool all along.

Vignette, we got to go.

Philo. Philo, come back.

Let's stick to the plan.

The only chance of killing it is back there.

Don't you get it? The Row is a diversion.

They're out to slaughter Parliament.

Fuck Parliament! Fuck the New Dawn!

It's Tourmaline I care about.

- And we both know that Sparas is after her. - She knows.

She agrees with me. It has to be stopped.

She cares too much about people.

And you know that.

And that's why you asked her to lure it here in the first place.

Didn't you?

- Didn't you?! - You're right.

It's my fault she's in danger.

I'm sorry.

What do you want me to do?

Tourmaline?

Tourmaline.

Philo was right. He had to go.

Yeah, well, uh,

the plan still works without him.

Last I heard...

machine gun beats monster.

- I want you to go. - Right.

Well, I'm not leaving you to fight Sparas alone.

You're not my protector.

I'm sorry if you think there's something between us,

but there's not.

Yeah, I know, I know. You and Vignette.

But I'm the one who's still standing here.

And if you get hurt and turn Marrok,

- what do I do then? - You stop me.

Like you did last time.

I can't fight two monsters at once.

Is that how you see me?

I'm safer without you.

Did I not make myself clear?

Go!

Go!

Gentlemen, it is an unwelcome surprise,

but because Imogen Spurnrose is a Burguish citizen,

our entire government is compelled to assemble.

The session's

going to be a little late, I'm afraid,

because MPs are coming from all over the city,

and checkpoints are causing chaos.

- Davor . - I understand the need for heightened security.

Mr. Millworthy, should the Pact be concerned

that your entire government is assembling

to hear out our enemy?

I assure you, Ambassador, it's a legal protocol,

nothing else.

Cunning of them to use your own laws against you.

- Quite. - Mr zls.

And as soon as the New Dawn has finished,

you, of course, will have the floor.

This way, please.

Forgive me, Mr. Millworthy,

does this mean that we have to wait outside

while the New Dawn speaks?

I wouldn't add insult to injury

and make you sit through that, no.

Ambassador, if I may, uh,

whatever lies the New Dawn rebels plan to feed

to our allies, we should surely be at hand to hear them.

How else will we counter them with the truth?

Major Vir is right. As distasteful as it will be,

we must insist on being present.

I see. Well, um...

I'll alert the members to your request.

A-And I'll lobby on your behalf.

Meanwhile, please make yourselves

as comfortable as possible.

As comfortable as the circumstances permit.

His Excellency, the Pact ambassador.

Prating, bourgeois fool.

King's cousin, of course.

I wonder how all that finery will look

rotting in a field.

Don't expect sympathy.

You won't fool me a second time.

You took his horn?

All your fine words about fighting for the oppressed,

and you took a faun's horn?

Your speech.

How do I know you won't hurt Agreus?

You don't.

Look at what they done to him.

He stood against us.

Thanks to the brave actions

of our comrades last night,

the mob will come.

Uh, a little suggestion, if I may.

Serve 'em up to the Sparas!

Unfortunately,

- his fight is elsewhere. - What?

The Sparas isn't coming to the Row?

- Correct. He is not. - Shit.

You might have mentioned we'd be fighting without him.

We have all we need, Comrade.

Weapons in our hands,

courage in our hearts,

and the attention of the Burgue.

So, what happens now?

That rabble will soon overrun the police

and storm through into the Row.

But how do we stop them? There's so many.

We don't want to stop them.

We will let them come.

Offer no resistance

until they reach here,

where we will open fire and kill them all.

If they get that far they'll tear the Row apart.

If we want to defeat our enemies,

we must be willing

to make the greater sacrifice.

Listen, it'll work better

in Oberon Square.

Your plan, just like you said.

There are more places to hide,

more cover to shoot from.

We can pick them off from all sides.

Only if the mob move in that direction.

Those men outside, they're not looking for you.

They're looking for the ones who firebombed their friends.

Go on, ziska.

They will come there, just like you said.

But then I show myself,

let them chase me right into your trap.

With this plan, our entire victory

depends on you.

If you should fail

or if they catch you...

They'll be looking for me, too.

I'll go with her.

We'll draw the bastards right to you.

Where you going, Critch?

- No! - Hold up.

Wait!

Say hello to Berwick when you see him.

- Bring him up, lads. - Come on, now.

- Come on, string him up. -

Get him up! Come on!

The time has come, Inspector.

The time has finally come.

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I'll do it, for Agreus' sake.

I'll read your speech out word for word.

But I have to ask, who wrote this?

Our finest diplomatic minds

toiled day and night.

Clearly, they have no idea about how to address

the Burguish Parliament.

It requires a formality.

If I read this out, we're likely to be thrown out

before there's any hope of achieving the peace treaty.

You know best.

Put it in your own words if you wish.

In my own wor...

This is a matter of life and death.

You could refuse

the ambassador's request, of course.

The New Dawn wouldn't mind.

Didn't the Foreign Office say that would be improper?

Hang diplomatic protocol.

If it speeds up this rotten business,

I say let the Pact and the New Dawn

sit and stare each other to death.

It's time.

Parliament awaits your address.

Quick, get some water.

I, uh, are you all right?

Come on. Come on, quickly. Water!

- Miss... Miss Spurnrose... - You have no reason to believe me, but

- something terrible is about to happen. - What do you mean?

Kastor's been exchanging very odd looks with that Pact envoy.

I think they're working together. I think he's New Dawn.

I can't believe that Major Vir...

Oh...

Oh.

Oh, dreadfully embarrassing.

I apologize for Comrade Imogen.

She seems to fall ill at the most inconvenient moment.