The Fold should have fallen by now.
- Did she find the Firebird? - Long story. It's Mal.
I'm sorry. Did you say Mal is a bird?
Still no sign of Kirigan.
We go in, we find Alina and Mal.
Here.
Don't you need it?
I've got more experience with pain.
Follow me.
In there.
Metal hinges. Jesper.
Move.
- That should hold the Volcra. - We'll see.
Everybody, back.
Kirigan's shadow monster.
But without the blade, how do you kill a shadow?
All we have is this.
Shield your eyes.
Don't move!
Yes! My man.
We haven't actually put a label on it, yeah?
I mean, he did that.
Alina!
Mal, stay with me! Mal.
Nina! Nina!
Alina. Look at me. I don't have much time.
No.
Please.
I can't.
Make them redraw all the maps.
I love you.
You know where to find me.
Yeah.
Mal.
I love you.
I'll never know a love more than this.
Extraordinary.
Saints! She did it.
Why is it still here?
The sun can't kill it!
Tolya!
Inej...
Mal!
Nina! Nina!
Nina! Nina, come please!
- Go. - Nina.
Oh!
Oh, Saints. How long?
Just now. Can you save him?
Now... you know sacrifice.
Beyond anything you've ever known.
And look what it did.
Indeed.
Look what it did.
Mal and I changed the world.
We tore down your Shadow Fold.
You have my sympathies for what comes next,
when you realize that what you've done solves nothing.
The world doesn't need a Saint to protect it.
It needs a monster.
And while I remain--
Let me be your monster.
You think that after everything, I'd still stand by you?
There is no light without darkness.
Without me, you have no counter, no balance.
Let me carry the hatred of this world.
Hatred.
Because of the choices you made.
Choices you too will make... in time.
I will never walk your path.
I know you believe that now.
But soon...
Soon you will have no equal.
The years spent alone will grind you down, they will harden you.
And who will be there to shield you from it?
Who will be there to save you?
I will save myself.
Your legacy is already written.
There is no redemption.
Leave her alone! No!
You can't control them, can you?
You can't control any of it.
I thought I could control it all once.
Find peace.
And for a moment,
I swear I did.
Without me, know they will come for you.
Let them come.
Alina,
you make sure there is nothing left of me.
Please. [chokes] Please.
Blue skies.
My Little Saint.
Kirigan must be dead!
Come on, you stubborn bastard.
He's putting up a good fight, this one.
Like something's holding him on the other side.
Give him a reminder then, what matters over here.
Mal.
Come back.
You'd have to use merzost. Swear to me you'll never use it.
I swear.
You will not know what price it demands until it is too late.
Please.
Saints, you had me worried.
How?
How did you...
Hey, hey, you're okay. You're okay.
What do we do with him?
Will you wait with him until we return?
I don't want any heretics to find the body and make a martyr's relic of it.
We'll burn him where he fell.
We're on the other side of this now.
There's no turning back.
Long may the night carry our souls
Until the dawn renews us
Rabinov.
Canto Seventeen.
Seems we both share an appreciation for life's beauty.
Are you okay?
A moment of sun before we deal with our losses.
Dominik.
He did exactly what any of us would have done for each other.
For you.
You should have this.
It doesn't belong to me.
It belongs to a Saint in Shu Han who wanted you to wield it.
You can keep it safe until you can return it.
Thank you for saving my life, again.
I told you, my hand is yours whenever you need it, Sankta Alina.
Please, just Alina.
Thank you. Sankta... Alina.
Could you tell Nikolai about Zoya? I'll... I'll be there in a moment.
Saved!
And Kirigan?
Dead. Zoya is protecting the body.
Alina wants it burned.
Thank you.
My country might have been sunk if you hadn't arrived.
Again.
We'll settle those thanks in gold.
He's right, you know. We do have our adventures.
We should hire a writer to jot down our story.
What will we call it?
The Four Charming Rogues of Ketterdam.
- Yes. - There's five of us.
Right.
Five of Ke--
You all right? What are you doing up here?
Remember what I told you about true north?
Cardinal north?
Of course.
You were talking about us.
About home. How you could always find it.
I don't feel it anymore.
It left me as I died.
Who I was. What I was.
Whatever gift I've been given.
So now I'm not sure we'll ever know.
Know what?
Why I walked past three other orphanages until I found Keramzin.
Whether my bloodline and your powers were the only reason we ever met.
The only reason we fell in love.
What does it matter?
I can't imagine my life without you, I don't want to imagine it.
We've both known for a while now you were meant for more.
And now...
I don't know what I'm meant for.
You're meant...
I was meant for you.
As a mythical amplifier to help raise you up and achieve the unachievable.
And I've fulfilled that.
But now?
Now... you're alive.
Yeah.
You might be a saint, now.
Bringing someone back from the dead.
I wish I could take credit.
Wasn't me.
She's the real saint.
Once the world stops looking at her with gratitude,
they'll start to wonder if she's outstayed her welcome.
That'll be dangerous.
She may be the first person I've met
who is both of the two most dangerous types in this world.
And which two are those?
Those defending their happily ever after.
And those who don't know how to find their way to one.
- Sounds like someone else I know. - I can make peace with this place.
I'm not giving up on my happily ever after.
I'll claw my way to one. If he'll let me.
Let me help you.
This was to save your life.
Matthias, please.
I want you to put me into the fights.
Someone's paid the guards to keep your name off the roster until now.
I'm assuming that's Kaz Brekker.
- I don't even know him. - Hmm.
Then rest your fate in my hands, lad.
We're gonna make a fortune.
You keep your money, Rollins.
I just want to feel something different.
Good.
Then someone's going to hurt.
David?
May the Saints receive you.
Adrik, have you seen David?
I thought he was with you.
I'll help you look.
This is the last place you saw him?
I can't feel his heartbeat.
Hey.
I've got you.
You go.
You both have every right.
For David.
No grave.
Nothing left.
Goodbye, Aleksander.
Today is a new beginning.
For all of Ravka.
Hell, for our whole world.
It's a bit daunting, isn't it?
Knowing where to go from here.
We've had a singular focus for so long.
So much blood has been shed.
After hundreds of years separated by the Fold,
we can celebrate a unified Ravka.
Our neighbors to the North will see us united and will aim to strike.
But often it's not the battle that takes the most from us.
It's the aftermath.
The chance to put the pieces of our lives back together.
When a Firebird rises from the ashes, it is not the same.
But in that rebirth, is potential.
Potential for new purpose.
Thanks to what Alina has done for us,
we all have a chance to better the world now that the Fold is gone.
And above all, you must trust.
Trust in each other.
In yourselves.
Trust in the fact that this is the start of better days to come.
And it won't be easy, of course.
Nothing is.
I had hoped to end that on a more uplifting note, but here we are.
I'm sorry, this is a celebration. We should go and find the--
Hey, hey, hey. Come here.
Hey.
You're a hero, you know that?
I don't want to be a hero.
Eventually they'll want to celebrate the fact that you are.
Oh, no.
No parades. This is your victory.
Your chance to rebuild Ravka.
And you?
Could you really see yourself as the captain of my guard?
Standing on the sidelines?
You deserve a life of your own.
How do you feel...
I've been told there is a vacancy that might be more to your liking.
It's not as a tracker, is it?
Privateer.
It's a life, Mal.
And was this your idea or his?
He's not the enemy.
I know.
He never was.
I don't know what happens next.
Where our paths will lead.
Or who we'll be when we find each other again.
If this path... leads me back to you,
we'll know what we have is ours, and ours alone.
Choice.
Not destiny.
Choice.
That's the real true north.
No chances left untaken.
You whip this place into shape.
Protect it the way you protected me all those years ago.
I think I'm going to need more than a letter opener.
This entire country will become your blade.
Lantsov paid up.
Everyone will get their cut.
And Nina?
She'll receive a pardon for deserting and another for her Fjerdan.
As long as he stays out of trouble, the charges will be dropped.
I also
wanted to say goodbye.
I didn't think you were the sentimental type.
I was hoping to have a lead on this by now.
I've been sending spies to the auctioneers
to see if anyone remembers a slaver by the name of Gregor or Griggs.
Nothing yet.
But you can start here.
With the auctioneers.
You've been looking for my family?
For how long?
My brother is never coming back.
Yours still can.
Thank you.
I know this won't mean much to you...
but I pray for him.
For Jordie.
I don't want your prayers.
What do you want then?
To die, buried under the weight of my own gold.
More money.
More scores to settle.
Was there never another dream?
Stay.
Stay in Ketterdam.
Stay with me.
And what would be the point?
I want you to.
I want...
I want... you.
And how will you have me?
Gloves on?
Fully clothed?
And your head turned, so our lips never touch?
I will have you...
without your armor, Kaz Brekker.
Or I will not have you at all.
- Sure you don't want to come? - These feet were meant for solid ground.
- Take care of her. - I think she can take care of herself.
But O! Wouldst thou weather all storms
Ride at the tides into the nights in--
That's enough poetry for today, get on with it.
Hold up.
Well then.
This is good news.
It took me a while to come up with a nickname for you.
I think I finally found it.
Safe travels, Sturmhond.
I'm not a captain. I don't have the right to be--
No one said captain.
I mean, you wear the coat, play the part.
The world needs a Sturmhond.
And I need the Volkvolny's eye on other countries.
Tamar and Tolya are in command.
Shall we?
I think we shall.
Don't touch that.
Thank you.
Welcome aboard.
Thank you.
What?
Hey. Come on. Give it back.
I know my job, axes.
Tolya.
How's it looking?
Almost there.
That's it! The slaver ship!
Nadia! Bring us in.
Friends of the Hellshow,
lay down your money,
and prepare your nerves,
for tonight, for one night,
I give you something special.
A clash of conviction
and rage.
Enter... Fjerdan.
No.
Matthias! Matthias!
Hiemstra! I have a letter from the King of Ravka.
Back off, people!
Matthias Helvar has been pardoned. You must stop this immediately.
There's no stopping this.
What? No...
No, please! Please!
Take me to who's in charge! Take me to who's in charge!
Enough of that. Back off, people.
Rollins!
This was not the deal.
Rollins!
Do not hurt them.
Bring me anything else and I will fight it.
No.
Djel will absolve me. I am clean.
- Rollins! Rollins!
Rollins! Stop this now!
Get her out of here!
Bastard!
No!
Matthias!
Nina.
Matthias!
No!
No more malt liquor.
I want port wine, Kaelish whiskey and spiced rum.
And go to the Menagerie and look for a girl named Kesh.
Tell her I'll buy out any indenture
who'd rather work as a serving girl at the Crow Club.
Drinks, waiting tables, charming the customers.
No skin trade.
This is a salaried position.
Come in.
You are expected shortly for the processional.
I'll be there straight away.
Suppose I am the guest of honor.
Any words of advice from your time ruling in my family's stead?
Some might have cautioned you
against staging this celebration on the night of Hringkälla.
The most notable Fjerdan festival.
And some might call it a strong opening salvo.
What should I call you?
Certainly Apparat is not your birth name.
You look very much like a Lev.
You are drawing a line in the sand.
You are demanding to know who has Ravka's back
based on the attendance list.
That's the general plan. Yes.
And you will face scrutiny.
Distrust.
Could lead to further problems.
For instance, your claim to the throne might be called into question.
Any other optimistic words of advice?
Leonid?
Without being betrothed to the Sun Saint,
you would not have made it this far.
You're only as strong as her.
For a man of faith, you don't seem to have a lot in me.
I put my faith in those who have earned it.
One more thing.
There is no place for secrets when you sit upon the throne.
Such sage wisdom.
I'll see you in the chapel.
A visit from the King?
Well, not until the Apparat drapes a dead animal on me
and bonks me on the head with a scepter.
It's very noble, this whole royal thing.
Are you checking in on me?
Or are you hiding from what comes next?
Can it be both?
Can it be me coming to thank you for...
I would be so very incredibly, ultimately alone in this moment, were it not for you.
All of Ravka loves you.
Though Fjerda might not be quite so thrilled
with the coronation falling on the same night as Hringkälla.
Let me phrase it differently.
Were it not for you,
I would be the loneliest king in the world.
You're the Sun Summoner, savior of Ravka.
I'm honored to have you by my side.
You're not going to have them clink glasses
and make us kiss for them, are you?
No. [chuckles] No kissing.
Not unless you're thinking of me, instead of trying to forget him.
Oh. Genya and Zoya are my escorts.
Well,
I shall leave you to it.
- Well, that one's a mess.
I could fix him.
You really could have asked for my help instead of whatever team Nikolai sent.
I miss pulling straw from your hair after scrapping with this one.
We're on the same side, now.
I mean, as much as that might be boring, I'm actually rather pleased about it.
And Ravka is next.
I think the three of us can begin to fix what's been broken.
You're asking for our help.
Of course she is. We're fantastic.
Where do we start?
I'd like you to oversee things here at the palace.
I'd like it to be a refuge for anyone,
Grisha or otkazat'sya, who needs a safe haven.
Like the Spinning Wheel.
And you, I'd like for you to be in charge of Grisha training.
I think I can whip them into shape.
As long as no actual whips are involved.
I make no promises.
And I don't want Grisha to be defined by their orders.
No more colored Keftas.
- That's a lovely idea. - But I look amazing in blue.
And as for me,
I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my friends.
And I think Ravka could do with some, too.
I have a very important blade I have to return to Shu Han
and I'm hoping to make some alliances while I'm there.
We've been estranged long enough.
The three of us can do a lot of good together.
Our little Triumvirate.
You three...
An opportunity has presented itself.
The most lucrative job we've ever taken.
There's a new weapon about to hit the market.
If it does, it could make the destruction of the Shadow Fold
seem like a spring picnic.
Every corner of the world would feel the effects.
It's a drug called jurda parem.
Highly addictive.
And if Grisha take it,
their power is amplified a thousand times over.
The chemist who created it fled to Kerch once he realized what he'd done,
but the Fjerdans caught him. He now awaits trial.
If the Fjerdans weaponize this drug, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Everything we've ever known,
every strength we've relied upon, shattered.
Any questions?