All language subtitles for Pennyworth s01e01_English

["Paint It Black"
by the Rolling Stones playing]

I see a red door

And I want it painted black [bugle blaring]

No colors anymore

I want them to turn black [dogs barking]

I see the girls walk by

Dressed in their
summer clothes

[barking continues]

I have to turn my head

Until my darkness goes.

[vocalizing]

Good afternoon.
You'’re on my land.

Yes, pet, I know.Oh, do you?

Well, clear off
with you, then.

And what if I don'’t?Ah.

Another one of these bloody
animal rights oiks, are we?

No. Animals don'’t have rights.

[cries out][horse neighs]

Steady, boy.

[grunting]

Nobody has rights,
really, do they?

It'’s every bugger for himself
as far as I can see.

Are you mad?
Do you know who I am?!

I should hope so, duck.

If you'’re not Lord Longbrass,

I'’m in for a right
bollocking. Are you?

[cries out]
Are you?!

Yes.Yeah.

Not so chuffy now.

Who are you?

I'’m nobody, me.

You... have been a bad boy.

You'’ve to come with us.

No. No. No!

Ah! Let go!

It'’s my day off.

I could be at home
with my feet up.

Gaffer says no,
it'’s job on.

We'’ve to come out here,

roadworks all the bloody way,

to fetch you.

Now, don'’t you be
giving me any trouble,

or I'’ll be vexed.

Never mind the petrol money.

Will they reimburse me?

Will they heck.

[gunfire]

[birds chirping]

[clock ticking]

[band playing somber melody]

Slainte... you bastard.

It'’s only Johnnie Walker, sorry.

He'’s the second chap
to kill himself this year.

What?

I thought it was a car crash.

Broad daylight.
A lamppost.

Best driver in the regiment.

Bollocks.

DAVEBOY:
You see, when I go,

save me a drop of
the good stuff, eh?

None of this cheap shite.

Sometimes I wish I was
back in the jungle.

Oh, give over, Daveboy.

There'’s a whole world
out there for us.

We'’re free men.

You'’ve been watching
too much telly.[scoffs]

You'’re doing well, then,
are you, Alfie?

Yeah. Can'’t grumble, Bazza.

I'’ve started up
a security firm.

Business cards and all that.

It'’s early days.

Dear boy, you are
way too softhearted

to be a businessman.

Hey, I can be hard
when I need to be.

You remember those
Malaysian pirates?

[laughing]Yeah, fair play.

Th-They were good lads.

DAVEBOY:
Too soft, Alfie.

You'’ll be eaten up.

Yeah, well, we'’ll see, won't we?

Tossers.

Come on

I am a little tin soldier

That wants to jump
into your fire

MAN:
Wake up, brothers and sisters!

The beast of discord is coming
to bathe in our blood!

Brother will fight with brother!

Father will fight with son![crowd shouting angrily]

Your houses will burn!

And all I need
is treat me like a man

'’Cause I ain't no child

I got to know
that I belong to you

I'’ll do anything
that you want me to

Sing to you.

[indistinct chatter, whistling]

[gunfire]

Evening. Uh, may I?Uh, sure.

Thank you.[music playing inside]

[woman clears throat]

My apologies.

Thank you.Good evening.

Good evening.

Pennyworth, you'’re opening
the door too abruptly.

We open like so.

With discreet panache.

Discreet panache it is, sir.Anyway,

I need you downstairs.

You went back
to what you knew

So far removed

From all that
we went through...

WOMAN: We just got here.
I'’m not leaving.

MAN: Finish up your drink...MAN 2: She says she
doesn'’t want to leave.

Are you deaf, mate?

MAN: No, my hearing'’s
100%, actually.

Now, Patricia, get up.
We'’re leaving.PATRICIA: No.

Good evening, madam.

Gentlemen... having
a pleasant evening?

[clears throat]

Sir, this woman here
is my sister,

and these gentlemen are--

Well, I don'’t know who they are
or what their agenda is,

but she'’s drunk,
and I would like to take her

to a safe place.Jesus, Tommy.

You followed me all the way
to goddamn Europe?

What kind of a weird
fascist are you?

I am here on business, Patricia.

Aren'’t you all grown up.

I don'’t know this man.
You can go.

That true, miss?
He'’s your brother?

And what if he is?

Well, there'’s nothing more
important than family, is there?

Apart from your health,
of course.[Patricia chuckles]

Right, lads?

A lot of front
for a door monkey.

Don'’t be like that.

You'’ve got to have your
health, haven'’t you?

Exercise, fresh air.
That'’s the thing.

A good long walk.

[people gasping]

[cries out, bone snaps]

Ah.

My apologies.

[clears throat]

You either come with me
or take ahold of yourself.Let me go.

Help. Some help, please,
someone. No.'’Cause you're drunk.

You'’re embarrassing me.

No.No need to embarrass...

Oh!

Patricia!
Control yourself.

You'’ve hit the man.[crying]

Taxi.

No, please don'’t cry, we're
getting you out of here.

I'’m sorry.You'’re coming home.
Stop crying.

I'’m fine.You are embarrassing me.

In London, in public.

I'’m sorry.Get in, please.

Behave.

I am so sorry.
I didn'’t get your name.

Uh, Pennyworth, sir.
Alfred Pennyworth.

Thank you so much for
your assistance, Alfred.

I apologize for
my sister'’s behavior.

I hope you'’re not
too seriously hurt.

No, I'’m fine, sir.
Thank you.

You'’re bleeding.

Oh, really?

Yes. Uh, I--

Fudge. Out of cards.

Um... let me give you

my phone number.

If you have any
medical expenses

or any other issues,
then please call me.

I accept full liability.

And, um, no need to
involve the lawyers.

It was a pleasure
meeting you, Albert.

Uh, Mr. Wayne.

My card.
Pennyworth Security.

Fantastic.
Thank you, Albert.

PATRICIA:
Leave me alone.

THOMAS: Your drunkenness
is very embarrassing.

PATRICIA: I don'’t know you.
Who the fuck are you?We'’re in London.

[cheers and applause]

[indistinct chatter]

Need a hanky?

Oh. Thank you.

Did someone hit you?

Oh, Thursday night is
always a bit naughty.

Usually I duck.

[chuckles]

Alfred.

Esme.

Has it stopped?

Yes.

I'’ll, um--
I'’ll have this cleaned.

Thank you.I'’ll get it

back to you Saturday,
if you'’d like.

I don'’t work Saturdays.

Me neither.

We could meet in the park.
It'’s gonna be a nice day.

[sighs]
That'’s rather forward of you.

No.

I saw the weather forecast.

Sunshine.

At Downing Street today,
the prime minister asked

the general public to help
in the unexplained

disappearance of
Lord Rupert Longbrass.

Rupert is a dear friend
and valued colleague.

We are deeply concerned,

and we are praying
for his safe return.Jesus, the bloke.

We are confident Scotland Yard
will get to the bottom of this.

What a fucking mongoose.

Fuck-Fucking Rupert Longbrass.

Fucking Raven Society.

Fuck the No-Names.

What is the Raven Society?
What'’s a No-Name?

Don'’t you worry your
pretty head, my dear.

Don'’t be bloody patronizing.

Rupert is a banker.

Looks after money
for the Raven Society.

They'’re... lunatics

who want to overthrow
the government

and set up a fascist utopia.

The No-Name League are fools

who want to overthrow
the government

and set up a socialist utopia.

Why don'’t you arrest them all?No. No, no, no, no.

We allow them to continue
so long as they don'’t
make too much noise.

And Rupert'’s abduction

is far too noisy.

Maybe he ran away abroad,

or jumped in the sea,
or off the bridge.

No. No such luck.

No, some hidden springs
are winding.

Dark wheels are turning.

Oh. My dear friend.

I am deeply saddened to see you
in such circumstances.

Why, Rupert?

Why did you betray us?

Go to hell, Harwood.

We have people close to you.

Very close.

So we know
that you talked to someone

about our plan,
but we don'’t know who.

So that'’s why we're here.

I need a name.

And I, I need to understand...

did you just become afraid?

Not for myself.

Afraid for my country, of what
you'’ll do if given the chance.

Well, you were wrong
to be afraid.

We have glorious days
ahead of us.

Here we are.

In this room.

I wasn'’t wrong.

Who did you talk to?

Give me a name.

[shuddering]

Hmm?

[groans]

[grunting]

[thunder rumbles]

Daveboy. Bazza.

Everyone all right?

Aye. You?Yeah.

Yeah. Look.

We'’ll have a brew and then
we'’ll head for the river.

Get her going then, Daveboy.

Eh?

How come it'’s always me
that'’s got to make the tea?

I'’m not your fecking gran.SPANISH: Go on.

Tastes better when you make it.

Aye.

Uh, that'’s because
I spunk in it,

Spanish-- reminds you
of your dad.

[laughs]
Oh, yeah?

Well, at least I
know who my dad is.

[laughs]Hey, sit down,
Spanish.

[birds chirping]

[dog barking in distance]

[sniffs]

Blood?Yes, Mum.

This belongs to a woman.

Yes, Mum.

And so the sordid
debauchery begins.

Whose blood is it?

Don'’t worry; it's mine.

Oh, that'’s all right, then.What can you expect?

Out all hours wrestling yobbos.

I'’m not...

It'’s a business,
I'’m starting a business.

[laughs] Business.

Where'’s your capital?

Where'’s your staff?
Where'’s your profits?

You'’re a bouncer.Security consultant.

Your family name and war record,

you could find a very nice
position in a good household.

Chauffeur, head footman.

World'’s your oyster.
Do right, you'’re a butler

before you'’re 40.
But no.

I want to be my own man.

Meaning I'’m not?

I didn'’t say that.

Nobody'’s their own man, son.

Not me, not you, nobody.

Times change.No, they don'’t.

Oh, hush up,
the pair of you.

You'’ll be giving
me the migraine.

Who'’s this woman, then?

What woman?

[indistinct chatter]

Here you are, then.

Here I am.

Oh.

[laughs]

Thank you.

So, dancing, eh?

That must be a lark.Oh, not really.

We'’re just writhing about;
it'’s frightfully vulgar.

Ah. Looks good to me.

Well, it pays the rent.

I won'’t be dependent
on my father.

Just your old
man, is it?

My mother died
when I was young.

Oh.She was a dancer, too.

Well, I started off
at Sadler'’s Wells,

and, um, well,
then I got too hippy.

I'’m an actress now.

Well, actor.
Trying to be.

Oh.

That'’s why you
talk like that.

Like what?

Well, I thought
you was acting

la-di-da
'’cause dancers,

they don'’t need to
talk posh, do they?

But acting...
that'’s different.

Part of the
job, innit?

[chuckles]

I'’m not talking posh.

This is my normal accent.

And it'’s a
bloody good one.

So, you'’re an
actress, then?

Yeah, just
silly things, so far.

But, um, I'’m in a play
at the moment, actually,

which might be
quite good.
Oh.

Well, the part'’s good,
anyway.

It'’s just in some grotty
little pub theater,

but you never know.I like a good play.

What'’s that one
with the, um...

pirate and
the crocodile?

Peter Pan?
Yeah, that'’s
the one.

I saw it in the army.

The crocodile, he'’s always
creeping up on people.

"Behind you!"
[chuckles]
[laughs]

You'’d swear it
was a real animal.

It'’s a bloody good show.

You were in the army?

Ten years.

I'’m against all that.

Against all what?

Wars.

Army, killing.

The whole
grotesque charade.

[playing lively music]

Have you ever... you know?

Now and then.

You'’ve killed people?

Came with the job.

How could you?
Didn'’t it... bother you?

Still does.

[pigeon coos]

When my sergeant major
gave me my first gun,

he said,
"This is not your gun.

"This is
the queen'’s gun.

And these bullets,
they'’re the queen's bullets."

I was working
for the queen.

Makes it all right,
do you see?

No. No, not really.

Well...

I'’ll have no more
to do with it now.

Violence.

No more. Peaceful life for me.

[chuckles]You'’ve no worries there.

You do seem like a gentle man.

So go on, then.
Give us some of your play.

Oh, God, no.Oh, go on, please.

No, no, no.
Really, no.
Well, what'’s
your character called?

"The sister."

The sister. Big part, is it?

You'’re blind, Johnny.

Blind.

You don'’t see
me, damn you.

You see only a mask.

A glittering, mirrored mask

of your own dark,
polluted soul.

Oh, steady on."Don'’t cry."

Don'’t cry?

Fuck you, Johnny.

I would drown you
in my tears if I could.

I would kill you.

[bicycle bell rings]

[sniffs] Anyway.

It'’s just something
like that.

No crocodiles, then?

No.

No animals at
all, I'’m afraid.

Well, that was very good.

I was scared.

Thank you.

[all shouting]

[bell ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

[gasps]

Hello, love.

Would you like a boiled sweet?

[whimpering softly]

HARWOOD:
I saw your last varsity match.

Took four wickets.

Quite the glamour boy.

All the women
were madly in love.

We often wondered...

why you married Philippa.

A barren marriage,
is it not?

What a terribly bleak
phrase that is.

Leaves a hole, I'’d imagine.

Emotionally.

Now, correct me if I'’m wrong,

but it'’s Philippa
who has the problem, not you.

You'’re perfectly capable
of siring children.

No.

No? You'’re not?

Hmm.

Perhaps we'’ve been given
some faulty information.

Sykes, come in!

[whimpering]

Good day to you, young man.

Now, don'’t be afraid.
No one wants to hurt you.

But this is a matter
of national importance.

So I'’m going to ask you
to be totally honest with me.

What'’s your name?

[whimpers]
Martin, sir.

Martin Falconer.

What'’s your
father'’s name?

You'’re a bastard, aren't you?

Yes, sir. I-I am.

My father'’s
a very important man.

I'’m not--

He'’s not at liberty
to acknowledge...

Stop. [groans, wheezes]

Yes, thank you, Martin.
That'’s enough.[whimpers]

You'’re a very brave boy

and you'’ve done your country
a great service.

Thank you, Sykes.

[Longbrass whimpers]

[sobbing]

Fine young man.

You must be very proud.

Give me the name.

[whimpers softly]

Thomas Wayne.

Hmm.

[gasping]

[grunting]

[distant siren wailing]

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

Hello, Mother.

Yes, I put her on the plane
about three hours ago.

She was spitting mad,
but sober at least.

My work is going fine,
thank you.

I believe that I might'’ve
uncovered a large fraud.

In fact, I'’m working on it
right now,

so maybe I should just...

Oh?

Did she?

Well, send her my regards.

No, Mother.

Just my regards.

[bullets whizzing]

[door closes]

[lock clicks]

Go and tell those
useless buggers they missed.

He'’s away.

[glass crunches]

Bloody idiots.

[Big Ben tolling]

[inhales deeply]

I'’m nervous...

about meeting
your parents.

Are you?

No.I am.

Why do you like me?

What sort of question'’s that?

Jolly easy one, I should think.

You make me feel like
anything is possible.

Good answer.

Just in time.Well, I was
gonna say I like

your boobs, but I thought
better of it.

I'’m learning,

see?

Fair play. Now you.

You'’re very alive.

Well, that'’s not saying much,
is it?

"Alive"? You could leave me
for that potted plant.

No, seriously.

Sometimes,
I don'’t feel very alive.

You bring me back to life.

That'’s the best thing
anyone'’s ever said to me.

It'’s very nice to meet
you at last, Esme.

Where did you get those
earrings? They'’re very unusual.

ESME: Oh, thank you,
Mrs. Pennyworth-- uh, Mary.

Um, they'’re
from India.

MARY:
Oh. Alfred was
in India,

weren'’t you? Brought me back
a lovely tablecloth.

Didn'’t tell me that.

He won medals there.

Nish, Mum.Well, you did.

He'’s so modest.
Never talks about what he did.

Rules, Mum.

Esme, what,
what does your father do?

He'’s a vicar,
Mr. Pennyworth.

Well, more of a dean,
of Salisbury.

Ah. More of a dean.

Of Salisbury.

More beef, Esme?

No, thank you, Mary. It'’s
ever so scrumptious, though.

What does your father
think of your acting career?

MARY:
Don'’t mind him, Esme,

he'’ll be rude if he likes.

It'’s a perfectly polite
question, love.

Acting'’s a respectable
profession...

nowadays.

Uh, my father doesn'’t approve,

Mr. Pennyworth.

But he'’s willing to let me try.

He believes that young people
should have adventures.

Good for him, eh?

Adventures.

He approves of Alfred,
then, does he?

I'’m sure he'll like
Alfred very much.

Oh, he'’s not met him?

But you think he'’ll like him?

Good.

Oh, I'’m sure they'll have
a great deal to talk about.

My word, yes. A great deal.

I think you'’ve had
enough sherry, Dad.

Who'’s to say? Who's to say?

So sorry, Esme.

ESME:
It'’s quite all right.

[train whistling in distance]

ALFRED:
Listen...

Don'’t apologize.
You have a wonderful family.

You should be
very proud of them.

No, I wasn'’t gonna apologize.
I am proud of them.

I was just gonna say
I'’m not my family.

I'’m not my dad.

You know, uh,
they'’re a part of me,

yeah, but they'’re not all of me.

And you'’re not just a vicar's
daughter, either, are you?

No. No, I'’m not.

But it made me
think about us.

Yeah, I was thinking, too.

As soon as I get my first good
contract, we should rent a flat.

We'’ll move in together.

Ez?

Alfred, I love you so much.

And I wish, I-I wish
we could just go away

and live on a desert island
together, but we can'’t.

We'’re here.

What'’s wrong with here?

[sighs]

One day, I want to be married.

And I want to have a nice
little house with a garden

and children and a
dog and all of that.

We can have that.

Alfred, you work
in a nightclub.

I have plans.
You know I have.

Well, what'’s our future?
Where is this going?

How are we going to live?

What if we end up
poor, squabbling

in some squalid little flat...Look,

I'’m gonna make something
of myself, Ez.

I am.

I know you are.

Well, I hope you are.

I think we both come
from different worlds,

and I think it'’s too difficult.

I'’m sorry.

I'’m going to go.

[car approaches]

[grunting]
Alfie!

Alfie!

Alfie!

[tires screeching]

Esme!

Alfie!

Call us when you'’ve got
Thomas Wayne. We'’ll do a swap.

You'’ve got till tomorrow.

[panting]

Who'’s Thomas Wayne?

There'’s been
a kidnapping.

Is that right, sir?My girlfriend,
Esme Winikus.

Uh, she was took
by a blond lady in a gray car,

no plates,
took her off the street.

Slow down, son.

Have you been drinking?

No. Here.

They left a note. Look.

One moment, sir.

Yeah.

Oi?

Hello?[bell ringing]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

SYKES:
What you playing at?

Old Bill can'’t help you.

Fetch Thomas Wayne
like I told you.

I don'’t know who he is.

For Esme'’s sake,
I hope you'’re lying.

What a smasher she is, eh?

Skin like silk.I swear to God...

Bring us the yank.

[line clicks]

The yank?

What'’s wrong?

Nothing, Mum.
Business.

Oh, that'’s good.

Business is good, isn'’t it?

I'’ll put the kettle on, then.

OPERATOR:
The service requested
is not available.

Please replace...

[TV announcer speaking
indistinctly]

You watch. The bitch
will miss that gate.

[floor creaks]

Mr. Batley?

I'’m gonna say a name.

And you are gonna tell us

everything you know
about that name.

Understand?

Thomas Wayne.

Renting Wexdale Farm.

I put in high-voltage cabling,
he didn'’t say what for.

Paid in cash, quick as you like.

Nice chap. Yank.

[animals chittering over TV]

Thanks for your time.

Cheers.

[exhales]
No.

You all right?

Magic.

Auld lang syne, eh?

Daveboy, you understand that
we'’re not here to blot anyone?

Oh, aye. Aye, understood.

Piece of cake, Alfie.

No dogs, no sentries.

Hands on your head, now!

You'’re Thomas Wayne?

No.

I am Thomas Wayne.

ALFRED:
Anyone else here?No.

Where'’s your phone?

Uh...

Well, whatever
you'’re being paid,

I am willing and able
to pay far more.

Name a price.Quiet.

DAVEBOY:
Whoa, whoa, whoa,

h-hold on, now.

He said "name a price."

[stammers]

BAZZA:
Hush.

[line ringing]

SYKES [over phone]: Hello.I have him.

Smashing.

Meet us at Wormwood Scrubs,
east gates

in two hours.No, I need more time.

Make it dawn.

Dawn, then.

Now let me speak to Esme.

Sorry, duck.

It'’s more than my job's worth.

And if you'’re thinking
of any skullduggery, think on.

Tell me everything
you know

about these people who want you.

I don'’t know who they are.

You'’re the doorman from
that nightclub, aren'’t you?

Excuse my memory.

What was your name?Never you mind.

Talk.

[gun clicks]

I'’m a financial
forensics analyst.

I recently discovered
a banking fraud,

a-a large, illicit transfer
of money evidently connected

to some far-reaching
criminal conspiracy.

I don'’t know who the
conspirators are yet,

but they have already
tried to kill me.

I assume Esme is somebody
very close to you,

so I can'’t appeal to your
compassion or your avarice,

but I do appeal
to your reason.

If they kill me,
they have to kill you.

They can'’t afford
to have any loose ends.

The stakes are too high.

There will be no "exchange."

That'’s possible.

If you have some alternative
plan, I'’m happy to listen.

I am not qualified
to formulate such a plan.

No. I can'’t think
of anything either.

You, Bazza?

Nothing comes to mind.

Um, you'’re not gonna
ask my opinion, no?

Fair play.

You got a better plan?

No.

I might'’ve though.

It'’s the principle.

Cheer up, pet.

Shall I make you
a nice cupper and a biscuit?

It'’ll sort you right out.

I didn'’t do anything.

I don'’t know anything.

Please don'’t hurt me.

Relax.

I won'’t bite.

We'’ve other staff for that.

Hey, your boyfriend, he'’s
a right character, isn'’t he?

He thinks you'’ve got
gold knickers on, that one.

[laughs softly]

[whistle sounds in distance]

Is Esme your wife?

No.

Girlfriend?

Well, as it happens,
she dumped me about a minute

before your friends took her.

Well, why would she do that?

Not good enough for her.

Well, perhaps you'’re
better off without her.

Perhaps you'’re selling our
lives for an unworthy woman.

Uh, you'’ll, you'll
forgive my bluntness.

I don'’t want to die.

Married, are you?

No. Wait, I don'’t want to know.

I'’m not.

Well, good.

I ask one favor.

In the unlikely event
that you survive me,

please tell my parents that
I faced death honorably.

Really?

That'’s what you want to say?

Why not?

Well, it'’s your shout, mate.

I'’ll do my best
to keep you alive,

but if things go pear-shaped,
I'’ll tell them that.

And it'’s true.

You'’ve been very decent
about all this.

My name'’s Alfred Pennyworth,
by the way.

Well, Mr. Pennyworth,

I urge you to reconsider.

Everyone in the car, step
out with your hands raised.

Let me see Esme!

She'’s not there.

Step out of the car
with your hands raised.

I told you.

Not until I see her.

Step out of the car.
Do it now!

Okay. Okay.

We'’re coming.

[quietly]:
Get down on the floor
and brace yourself.

SYKES:
Hear tell you'’re
a dancer, are you?

Speak up.Yes.

Any good?

Not really.

Go on.

I'’ll bet you're
a right cracker, innit you?

I love dancing, me.

[humming]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

ALFRED:
Your team is all fucked.

This is completely
bloody unnecessary!

Bet some of these lads
have wives and children.

Oh, I know. Bless.

What do you want to do now?

Start again.

Same deal. Wayne for Esme.

Only this time,
don'’t fuck about.

If you do, Wayne goes
to the U.S. Embassy.

Where and when?

Let me speak to Esme.
There'’s no deal

if I don'’t speak to her.

Hello?

Esme, are you all right?

No.

Have they hurt you?No.

Okay. Look,
everything'’s gonna be all right.

I'’m coming to get you.Yes. Please.

No one'’s gonna hurt you.

It'’s just a misunderstand...

Where and when?

Camden Town tube station.

6:00 this evening.

Well, holy moly, guys,
can'’t you see?

They'’re going to do the
exact same thing again.

She won'’t be there.

Oh. You don'’t think so?

I can assure you.

She will not be there.

DAVEBOY:
Oh, we'’re safe now, boys.

Fucking Napoleon'’s here.

Lads?

One of you is taking us
to Esme sharpish,

or there'’ll be
serious grief.

I'’m not messing about.

I mean it.

Alfie, man.

Step over here.
Step over here.

Right. You heard the man.

Now which one of you two
grizzling bastards

wants to live?

Fuck you!

Jesus.

Why'’d you do that?

That was a convincer.

Now your man'’s convinced,
isn'’t he?

Aren'’t you?

Harwood House. Sussex.

In the basement.

See? No bother.

We'’re not bloody animals.

Oh, fuck.
Alfred, was that wrong?

Well, I just did it.

That'’s me, eh?

Something'’s gotten hold
of my heart

Keeping my soul
and my senses apart

Something'’s gotten
into my life

Cutting its way
through my dreams like a knife

Turning me up

Turning me down

Making me smile

And making me frown

Bitch!

You!

[indistinct chatter]

Help!

Help!
I'’m being held captive!

[screams]

Very sorry, Your Lordship, sir.

Won'’t happen again.

Take her back downstairs.

Tell Mr. Parslow
to take charge of her.

And you go home. Immediately.

Your incompetence will be
dealt with tomorrow.

Sir.[groans]

[tapping on glass]

I'’m sorry about the intrusion,

ladies and gentlemen.

My work

for the country is honorable
and necessary.

Sometimes ugly.

I'’m afraid we're gonna have
to cut the evening short.

Thank you for coming.

Mr. Aziz, sir.

All of them are
wearing these.

Raven Society.

Just our ruddy luck.
Be a dear.

Call the Downing Street wallahs
and tell them we have a problem.

If you don'’t hear
from me in one hour,

then you take him to the
American Embassy.

If the swap'’s still on,
I'’ll call the phone box.

Three rings means
bring him in.

Righto.

And no coming in after me
unless I ring three times.

That'’s an order.

See him.

When were you promoted?An order.

If I may, sir...No, you may not.

[quietly]:
Okay.One hour.

Then go to the embassy.

[door opens]

Hello.

You will be Miss... Winikus.

What are you going to do?

Oh, I don'’t decide what I do.

That'’s what the governor does.

Sit down there,
will you please, miss?

Sit.

Good evening, madam.

Tell me,

where would I find
the young lady captive?

If you please?

Thanks.

You might gorge

on this dairy product.

Seven letters,

ending in "R."

Please.

Please, I beg of you,
just let me go.

I do understand
your frustration, miss.

There'’s a proper
hoo-ha upstairs.

We'’ll get started
soon as they sort it out.

Fuck off and die.

Cheddar.

[chuckles][exhales]

Thank you for
coming, Alfred.

My name is Lord Harwood.

How do you do?

Have you heard
of the Raven Society?

You run a gang of
herberts with guns.

The Old Bill are scared of you.

You'’re some kind of
secret gestapo.

Not at all.

We have no silly
Gothic regalia or skulls.

Just dedicated patriots
with no need for public acclaim.

And you'’re the top man, are you?

A simple foot soldier.

If I don'’t call my colleagues
inside the next ten minutes,

they'’re coming in.

Well, unless you have a
battalion of colleagues,

I rather fancy
that we'’ll survive.

Please understand,
I wish neither you

nor Esme any harm.

All I want is Thomas Wayne.

Or rather, his silence.
And I will have it.

With your help or without.

So why are we talking then?Your army report states that

you'’re a quartermaster
in the Catering Corps.

[laughs]

That'’s not strictly true, is it?

The army never lies.

SAS, I presume? Hmm?

You tell me.I think you know, Alfred,

that this great
nation of ours

is at war with itself.

The forces of order
and virtue battling

extreme evil.Still...

mustn'’t grumble.

You know what
this country needs?

Love.

Only the love
of true patriots

can pull this country out of
the vile quagmire of immorality

and corruption and sin
into which it has fallen.

And the battle begins very soon.

What battle?Well...

I speak figuratively.
Technically,

you'’d have to call it
a coup d'’état.

What do you think of that?

As a rule, if you have to use
French words for something,

I don'’t like it.

We will take back this country

from the corrupt weaklings

in the name of the queen
and of strong British patriots.

Does the queen know?

No. Not yet.

But if Her Majesty does not wish
for the moral rebirth

of this country, then there are
many in the royal family

who certainly do.

We will succeed.

But the struggle will be
hard and cruel,

as all noble struggles are.

We'’ll need men like you.

Strong men.You'’re offering me a job.

No. A mission.

And what would
I be doing, exactly?

Radical change
inevitably requires

a degree of
physical force.

Violence, you mean?Well, that is

your métier, is it not?

There you go again.

That was foreigners,
for the queen.

You'’re talking about
British people?

Traitors.

Criminals and deviants.

You bring me Thomas Wayne
to prove your commitment,

Esme'’s released, scot-free.

I'’ll bring you Wayne,

and I'’ll join your society,

but you let Esme go first.

And lose my only
bargaining chip?

[clicks tongue]
I don'’t think so.
Well,

what'’s to stop you topping us
all as soon as you have Wayne?

What have I just
been saying to you?

You are far too
important a person

to be topped
willy-nilly.

I need you.
Your country needs you.

Make the call,
Alfred.

When your friends bring back
Wayne, Esme will be released.

[phone thuds]

Call them.

Call them.

[ticking]

Damn it.

Wait.[engine starts]

I'’ll get out here.

Uh, Davey, you heard him,
there'’s no going in after.

I'’m not deaf, am I?
It'’s your awful driving, Bazza,

makes me sick.
I'’d sooner walk.

It'’s a long way home, Daveboy.

Uh, well, you know me,
always up for a good tab.

Jesus.

If shite occurs,

and you'’re playing
"Lili Marlene" for me,

make mine an Islay single malt.

Not too peaty.

What is he doing?

Being Celtic.

I'’m waiting, Alfred.

Lovely color, this brandy.

Now, I don'’t like
doing violence...

and I don'’t like you, mate.

I strongly suspect that
you'’re gonna tuck us up.

In fact, I know you will.

It'’s a shame.

Your trust I
could'’ve earned,

but a squeamish soldier
is not something I can use.

Pity.

You'’re a good man,

and Esme deserves
none of this.

Hi. Uh, good evening, gentlemen.

Give me a damage report.

DAVEBOY:
Alfie!

It'’s me! Daveboy!

Saving your sassenach arse
again!

Ah! You pig!

HARWOOD:
Sorry about
your friends,

but it'’s a war
and there will be bloodshed.

[Daveboy screaming]

Yeah.

That'’s true.

Drop it.

Where are the keys?

Thanks.

Think about what
you'’re doing, Alfred.

Davey.

Where'’s the yank,

you daft bastard?He'’s safe.

Don'’t worry.

You shot a granny?

[Alfred shouting in distance]

Alfred!

[doorknob rattling]

[bone snaps]

Turn away.

[neck snaps]

Esme.

You all right?

No. I want
to go home.

[sirens wailing]

Good morning, madam.

Gentlemen.

Detective Inspector Aziz,
Scotland Yard.

Come with me.

It'’s all right.

Spot of bother?

[drops keys]

Hello again.

Hello.

Where'’s Esme, then?

I don'’t know.

Get away,
you just rescued her.

Where is she?

She left me.Oh.

There'’s gratitude, eh?
Little minx.

Now I'’m sorry, miss,

I don'’t know your name.

Whatever it is that you want,
I will try and sort it out,

but you don'’t need to bring
my mum and dad into it.

No. I don'’t.

But that'’s just me.

Vindictive.

MR. PENNYWORTH:
Bloody deviant.

Don'’t talk
to her, Alfred.

Now then, be nice,
and mind you don'’t keep

creeping towards me
like that,

or I'’ll have your mum's guts
all over this nice settee.

I like your mum.

She'’s got gumption.
Haven'’t you?

You'’re not well, love.

You need doctors.

Cheek.

I'’m fit as a fiddle, me.

It'’s you looks a bit peaky.

Where'’s Esme?

Honestly, I don'’t know.
I wish I did.

[knocking on door]Tell them to go away.

Go away!

ESME:
Alfie, it'’s me.

Hmm.
Alfie?

[knocking]We need to talk.

Anyone opens their gob,
shoot Mum.

Alfie, please just come
and talk to me.

Alfie?

Alfie?

Hello, pet.

You can stop worrying.
There she is.

Oh, I thought
you'’d left him.

I told her.
I said,

"That lad thinks you'’ve got
gold knickers on."

Put that gun
in his ear.

Yeah, it'’s okay, it's okay.

Last time I saw
this lass,

she made me look a right clown.
Didn'’t you, eh?

Why? Why?

I was nice to you, wasn'’t I?

I could'’ve done all sorts,
but I didn'’t,

did I?
I apologize.

Apology not accepted.

I hate snobby cows like you.

All the same.

Show a bit of kindness,
and they treat you like dirt.

Miss, can I ask
you something?

Shut it, you!

I'’m not dirt, Esme.

I'’m a human being like you.

I'’ve got feelings.

I see that now.

Oh, so she
sees it now.

So you admit you thought
I was dirt before.

No. No, I never
thought that.

You little liar.

Please don'’t do that.Or else what?

[gunshot]

[grunting]

Mind that, love.

[panting]

[knocking on door]

PRIME MINISTER:
Come.

Prime Minister, the American
ambassador'’s on the phone.

Thank you, Roger.

Hank, how splendid
to hear from you.

Oh, thank you so much, Hank.

It'’s most kind of you
to cry cavey.

We know all about that
little situation,

and we'’ve taken care of it.

[laughing]:
Yes.

A storm in a teacup. Mm.

Well, a few disgruntled
civil servants

will lose their pensions,
no doubt.

But otherwise, no harm, no foul.

Cheerio.

Dear me, James.

Here'’s a pickle, eh?

How are we going
to keep this quiet?

THOMAS: I'’ve been promoted
to a permanent posting.

If I have any security needs,

I thought perhaps
you and I could come

to some kind of arrangement.

An annual contract
perhaps.

Well, that'’s very
amiable of you.

I thought you'’d resent me,
abducting you and that.

No. No hard feelings.

Just the highest respect
for your competence.

Your business jolly near
got us killed.

ALFRED:
She'’s not wrong.

What is your
business exactly?

The company I work for
works for the government

of the United States of America,
under the strictest

standards of honor
and justice.

Ah. You'’re a hat job.

Pardon?

A spook.

A foreign intelligence officer.
CIA?

[laughs]

Well, I can assure you,
I am nothing of the sort.

Swear on your mum.

My mother is not germane here.
I am not

a hat job.

Right.

Well, I can see
your mind is made up.

I shan'’t keep you.

Though, I must tell you,

I'’m not easily discouraged.
I will be back.

ESME: Thank you for your
warning, Mr. Wayne.

But Alfie doesn'’t need a job.

He'’ll have plenty
of business opportunities

once he gets his medal.

He'’s going to be
a national hero.

I'’ll see you out,

shall I?

[door opens]

I won'’t bite.

I'’m very grateful
to you, Alfred.

Deeply grateful.

Promise me one thing.

Of course,
Your Majesty.

Anything.

Promise me
your silence.

Were it known, this terrible
episode would shake the nation.

You must never tell a soul
what you did for your country.

Never, ma'’am.

Not a soul.
I promise.

My dear,

loyal friend,

I fear dark times
lay ahead,

and loyalties
will be tested.

I'�ll be back! I'll be back!

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