Crawford Starrick dies in Sequence 9 after confronting Evie and Jacob Frye. Queen Victoria awards the trio the Order of the Sacred Garter for saving her life, then the characters race to the train together.
The key to the waltz is one must lead with one's right foot.
Oh my! Everything all right, my dear? Do you require assistance? I never liked balls.
Here, the location of the vaults. Go!
Just like that?
No plan?
No time for plans. I'll catch up as soon as I'm rid of this infernal contraption.
No! What? What are you doing? Exploiting. I warned you, my boy, but you do not listen. Ah! Jacob! London will soon be rid of your chaos. This city was a safe harbor. The Shroud was never meant for you. You would rather destroy the Mr. Stark, you forgot to escort me home. Let me rectify my mistake. Evie, hold on!
I begin again.
This new life shall be even more magnificent. Evie, I'm coming! Don't die! I am not London is— No, I'm not. Ah!
Ah!
Get out of my city! Starrick, you're in— Starrick, your reign is nearly over. It has barely begun. Henry. The crowd will not protect you. Jacob, leave me now!
Shall we?
Let's together. London will perish without me.
You flatter yourself.
I would have created a paradise.
The city belongs to the people.
You are but one man. I am at the very top of the Order.
You were, Mr. Starrick.
You were.
Shame we won't be partners anymore.
It's for the best, isn't it?
Are you gonna wear the Shroud and run London?
Whatever it gives, it takes from someone else. You'd continue to age without me. You'd become like Father.
A fate worse than death.
Will you wear it?
After you sorted out the Burrows, the chaos I caused, I couldn't compete.
Jacob Fry stepping back. Who's blackmailing you? Is it George?
He wouldn't dare. I've missed you.
Me too. Would it be possible to continue where we left off?
I'd love nothing more.
I'm starting to think Father didn't know everything about everything.
Henry, it's a big world out there with London in the center.
Perhaps not the very center. I came as soon as I could. Do not worry, I'll, I'll head back to the train. Did I— did I jeopardize the mission? Henry, you saved it. I think you belong in the field with me.
A carriage.
Nicely done, Freddie.
Mr. Abberline, please.
Your Majesty.
Miss Frye, you've met before.
Did I never mention?
Mr. Abberline informs me that you three are responsible for saving my life. Is this true?
It is, Your Majesty.
Evie Frye, step forward. And you?
My brother, ma'am, Jacob Frye. And this is Mr. Henry Green.
Mr. Frye? Mr. Green?
Neil?
Arise. I invest you all in the Order of the Sacred Garter.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
If you are as adept as Mr. Abberline implies, I may call on you.
Sergeant Abberline tends to exaggerate.
Your Majesty, we shall meet again. And Miss Frye, ma'am, should you want it, I saved you some cake.
Father would be proud of you, Dame Evie Frye. Sir Jacob Frye.
Race you to the train.
You're on.
