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You can find a good household.

Do right. You're a
butler before you're 40.

I wanna be my own man.

Nobody's their own man, son.

Nobody.

I started up a security firm.

You are way too softhearted
to be a businessman.

You'll be eaten up.

Yeah, well, we'll see, won't we?

You were in the army?

Ten years.

I'll have no more
to do with it now.

Peaceful life for me.

I am so sorry.

Thomas Wayne.

My card.

Pennyworth Security.

Mr. Pennyworth, I'm Martha Kane.

How can I help you, Ms. Kane?

I have a job for you.

Ten thousand quid,

and she's got plenty
more work for us.

What's the bad news?

She's a No Name.

Why is a nice American
society girl like you

mixed up with the
No Name League?

I could ask the same of you.

I got a distinct
sense they know.

They know I'm CIA.

Will you marry me?

Yes. Yes, I will.

Esme!

You knew who killed
Esme and you covered it up.

I don't trust you.

Never have, never will.

The Raven Society,

they want to overthrow
the government

and set up a fascist utopia.

My name is James Harwood.

That man tortured me.

He has to die.

You?

Why aren't you dead?

I've got important
friends, mate.

Will you come with me?

Well, I have a battle ahead.

I'll need a lot of friends.

My God. James.

Hello, Frances.

I will destroy my enemies

and lead this country
back to greatness.

Wait, we're
starting a civil war.

Harwood is staging a coup.

He's got the army outside,
and he's abducted the Queen.

Your Majesty.

You must never tell
anyone about this.

Not so. Who'd believe me?

You said that you like me.

I find that I like you too.

Thomas!

All is not yet lost.

A great leader prepares
for every possibility.

You have to promise
me that you'll always think

well of me whatever
people might say.

He was upset about all that.

Raven Society lot.

Why? He's not one of them.

Shut it!

Dad, don't do this.

I'm sorry, son.

God bless England!

Honestly, I really don't know.

They didn't tell me.
Why would they?

I swear on my children's life,

I don't know anything!

You shouldn't swear
on your children's lives.

Not when you're lying.

I am not lying.

What are your kids' names?

Terry and Sharon.

It's the little one's
birthday tomorrow.

The wife will be worried sick.

Please, miss, have a heart.

Do I look like I have a heart?

Yeah, you do.

You look like a
good, kind person.

I'm not.

Tell me what you know

or Terry and Sharon
will never see you again.

I can't tell you what
I don't know, can I?

I don't even care
about politics.

I never wanted
any part of this shit.

I don't know anything!

You can't do this.

I think I can.

Swan's Farm...

Garton Magna.

Thank you.

Union cops!

Open up!

She's in here! Help!

Oi! Hey! Get her!

Come here! Now!

A year has passed
since Lord Harwood

escaped captivity and
began the armed struggle.

How things have changed.

England is once again
a land of hope and glory.

The people of Norwich

came out in their
cheerful thousands

to celebrate liberation
by Raven Union forces.

"England rejoice,"

declared Lord Harwood
to the happy throng.

"Final victory is near."

The leftist factions
will soon be driven

from Manchester and Liverpool.

And then onward to London.

Oops. Look out, Mother.

The little one wants to join in!

Forward, we go, one and all,

marching merrily to victory.

Lord Harwood is a
formidable character.

A year ago, whilst locked
up in the Tower of London,

he contrived to blow
up the prime minister

and most of the
political establishment,

freeing himself and
sparking a civil war.

He aims to establish himself
as a fascist military dictator

under the flag of
the Raven Union.

The Union's opponents,
that is, The Queen,

surviving moderates,

the old No Name League,
and anybody else not fascist,

are working together in what
they call The English League.

Formally, the Queen's in charge,

but actual power is in the
hands of a High Council

of 20 or so delegates,

led by the Prime Minister,
Archbishop Potter.

A shitfest.

Yes, ma'am.

They're not well organized.

And the Union have the
regular Army on their side.

They have tanks,
artillery, and manpower.

And they're up
against poorly-armed,

poorly-led civilians.

As of now, the Union
controls 90% of the country.

The League still holds
London north of the river

but they're surrounded
and under siege.

Once the Union takes
London, that's the ballgame.

They win.

It'll make Arkham Asylum
look like a country club.

Tragic but inevitable, no?

Well, the US military
could intervene,

as I've respectfully
recommended in my addendum.

The Raven Union
are evil sons of bitches

but they're gonna win, right?

Right.

So, officially, we're neutral,

but we're gonna be nice to
them as discreetly as we can.

You were doing a fine
job over there, Thomas.

We want you to go
back as station chief.

Well, thank you.

I'm, - I'm honored.

If you can't work
with the program,

this is where you get
to step out gracefully.

Are you with us 100%?

Yes, ma'am.

One hundred percent.

Then go kick some ass for us.

Nice!

Doing good? Thank you, darling.

Tell me what's wrong.

You'll say I'm being neurotic.

Tell me anyway.

Yesterday, I nearly
killed a man in cold blood.

But you didn't.

I'm turning mean
and hard, Victor.

You went behind enemy lines

and came back with information

that could change
the course of the war.

I like you.

It's just, um...

Sometimes I scare myself.

You're being neurotic.

I beg your pardon!

I said out with
the loony old twat?

And what?

Fuck off, mate.

What the fuck are you
doing, you bastard?

You fucking mad?

Good evening, gentlemen, ladies.

The man insulted his
grace, Lord Harwood.

Vile obscenities.
I won't have it.

I'll fucking have you,
mate. You're dead.

Shut it, Dobson. Get
this idiot out of here now.

You're dead, mate.

Dead. Yeah?

You don't know who I am.

But I do, mate.

Don't come back.

I won't. Fuck off!

How'd you get filth
like that in here?

There's a war on, sir.

We welcome
everybody, regardless.

Your first time here, I expect.

Our policy is no
politics, no firearms.

Everyone rubs along together
and enjoys themselves.

Sheri.

This gentleman forgot

to check his firearm.

Perhaps you'll check it
into the cloakroom for him.

Take care of it.

Valuable weapon.

Your weapon's
perfectly safe with us.

Yeah. Nice piece.

German engineering?

Can't beat it. Thanks, Sheri.

No worries, Alfie.

She'll bring you a ticket.

Very soon, we're
going to overrun

this little sanctuary of yours.

You'll learn to show more
respect to Union officers.

Respect?

Madame, gentlemen,
enjoy your evening.

How's your night going?

The man's correct, you know?

You should learn to
be more respectful.

You should have
thrown him out on his ass.

He was drinking champagne.

He gets one free bullet.

Congratulations, by the way.

I hear you've been promoted
to the League's High Council.

A poison chalice, old boy.

Commiserations would
be more appropriate.

You have real champagne here?

Nah.

Chateau Bermondsey.

I have some proper single
malt if you fancy it though.

Splendid.

If we might repair
to your office,

we have business to discuss.

For a simple abduction?

That's outrageous.

That's dollars, mind you.

Plus expenses.

You asked half
that for the last job.

Apples and oranges.

Abducting's much more
technical than blotting.

No doubt. I shan't
haggle with you.

Ten percent up front.

That's the people's money.

That could be spent
on feeding refugees,

or buying arms or medicine.

Someone woke up grumpy today.

What will you spend it on?

Fast cars, loose women...

And the rest of
it, he'll squander.

He's teasing you, Martha.

It's very sad to see
you like this, Alfred.

You used to have
moral principles.

I used to have a teddy bear too.

Toby.

Wore a little hat
and a red jacket.

This is the chap.

Colonel John Salt
of the Union Militia.

More of an admin type
than any kind of soldier.

Ran a chain of
groceries before the war.

Why do you want him?

He's available.

Where is he?

He has a mistress in a
place called Swan's Farm,

Garton Magna, in Rutland.

He shows up at random
times but at least once a week.

Consider it done.

Yeah. At your prices,
I should hope so.

I like that woman.

Fiery.

How we doing?

Yeah, with this month's takings

and a couple more good
side jobs, we're sorted.

I like the fiery ones.

You know where you're at.

It's the quiet ones,

you don't know
what you're thinking.

What's he on about?

Women.

What does he know about women?

America, boys.

America.

We're on our way.

A fella was telling
me it's all lies,

what you see in the films.

Stands to reason they
make it look better than it is.

Well, if it's half as
good as it looks,

it's twice as good as here.

We'll see.

Stay here if you want, mate.

No. No.

I'm coming.

You just don't get
rid of me that easy.

Slangevar.

Cheers.

Hello again, Mrs. P.

Hello, Your Majesty.

I'll see if he's in.

It's her again.

I'm not here. On a job.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

He's not in.

On a job, he says.

I see.

Tell him he's a cruel
beast and I despise him.

Yes, ma'am.

She says you're a cruel
beast and she despises you.

Message received.

Third time she's
called this week.

I'll talk to her next time.

She does go on.

You'd think she'd
have better things to do.

I have a job out of town.

I'll be gone a few
days, I expect.

Well, it's good money.

We'll soon have enough to go.

Go?

To America.

I was talking to Mrs. Applebaum
who knows these things,

and she says it costs thousands
and thousands to get a visa,

and then when you get there,

a bottle of milk
costs two pound.

Don't you worry about money.

I'm sorting that.

Did you look at the
brochure I gave you?

What about California?

Now, there's a place.

Sunshine, fresh fruit.

We could have a house
in an orange grove.

Very nice, if you
like that sort of thing.

You like an orange.

I like cabbages too.

Don't mean I wanna
live in a cabbage patch.

America's a big place.

There's every kind of
house you can imagine.

I have a house already.

I don't wanna go to America.

You don't know
your own mind, Mum.

You'll change your mind
once you get there, you'll see.

I won't.

We can't stay here.

I don't see why not.

The Raven Union is
gonna attack London

before the year's out.

There'll be a proper argy-bargy.

Bombs, tanks,
fires, looting. Here.

Your father's a big
hero to the Raven Union.

A martyr.

They'll treat me
very well, I expect.

Do you really wanna be
around all these sad memories?

What sad memories?

I loved your father. I like
to be reminded of him.

I don't.

This house, this whole city
is nothing but sad memories.

It's where I killed
my own father.

It's where Esme died.

I can't stay here, Mum.

I have to go.

I'm not saying you shouldn't.

You should. What? And
leave you on your own?

That's life.

I haven't got much
of it left anyway.

Stop!

That's it. Swan's Farm.

Now we wait.

Stick the kettle on, Baz.

You in the front,
pick up the pace!

Go on, keep it moving!

Come on, move it.

Get up there with him!

Hang on.

Move on.

Go on. Keep moving.

Go on. Over there.

What are you
looking at? Stop it.

Leave him alone!

That's enough, lads.

Stand down.

Norfolk's finest?

How are we? All right?

Good.

I'm Captain Sykes.

Have you not heard of deodorant?

Co-Op do a good one.

You can't beat the
Co-Op, can you?

Quality and value.

Now then, we're charging you

with subversion

and conspiring to
commit violent acts.

And

I don't care if you're Herman

and his fucking Hermits.

You're here.

It's job on.

You'll be interviewed,

given an opportunity to confess.

If you've nowt to confess,

think of something.

Goes easier for all of us.

We keep our quota,
you keep your well being.

Any questions?

No? Good.

Says here, there's
brothels out West,

where all the girls
are dead ringers

for Hollywood film stars.

Imagine that?

You told us that two days ago.

Worth repeating.

I suspect you'll
be disappointed.

If there's restaurants
that look like dinosaurs,

I don't see why
there cannot be tarts

that look like film stars.

Restaurants like dinosaurs?

Dinosaurs, pal.

Hats, cakes, all sorts.

What's the point?

Once you're inside, you
can't see they're dinosaurs.

Well, I agree, but
it supports the tarts

and film stars proposition.

Two Rovers bracketing a Jag.

Taking the farm road.

He's our boy.

Colonel John Salt.

Nice.

Dark in three hours.

I'll have a kip.

My poor hero...

You must be exhausted.

A drink?

A bath?

Dinner?

In that order.

Sherry please, my dear.

Where would you
like your guest, sir?

In the workshop please, Hobbes.

I'll be along shortly.

Sorry to bring
work with me again.

There's always more
to be done, you see.

No, no...

What you do is so important.

I don't mind.

It's rather thrilling actually,

being part of it all.

What do you want for dinner?
We have steak or chicken.

I've had my quota of
red meat for the week,

so chicken.

Then chicken it shall be.

Who have you caught?

What did they do?

I never say names.

You know that.

Are there cutlets?

I couldn't manage a whole bird.

Cutlets, it is.

I'll make that lemon
sauce you like.

So, Katie Browning,

how long have you been engaged

in subversive activity?

Haven't.

I'm a student.

What of?

Art.

I like art.

Mother's maiden name?

Don't know.

Why not?

I'm a foundling.

"Doesn't know."

"Foundling."

I hate these forms.

They don't make the
bloody boxes big enough.

Now, let's see...

"List the names of all
those persons you know

to be members of
subversive organizations."

No.

I said...

List the names of all
those persons you know

to be members of
subversive organizations.

I don't know anyone.

Do you not?

Then think on.

I don't... know... anyone.

The gaffer wants names.

Best keep him happy.

He's not fond of subversives.

I'm not a subversive.

You're the subversive.

Then I'd be sat in your
little room, wouldn't I?

But I'm not.

You're sat in my little room.

I wouldn't keep
anyone in a room.

I'm not a fascist.

Nor me.

Politics?

Bloody waste of time.

Why are you here then?

I'm not allowed to
answer personal questions.

Unprofessional.

Now, come on.

Be a love.

Give us some names.

Maybe you just like being mean.

See that little box there?

That's the uncooperative box.

I put a tick in that, not good.

Gaffer gets involved

and you'd be sent to the
lads in the remedial annex.

You haven't
answered my question.

What's that?

Why are you here?

I'm here because I'm here.

Same as you.

Now, I've got other
folk to interview.

You have a think.

Dad, hide.

There's someone upstairs.

All right, lads?

Who are they?

You tell me. I thought
they were with you.

What's your name?

Alfie.

That's funny.

I had a son called Alfie.

But he died.

Cheers. Another bad dream?

Yeah.

Daveboy's mum again.

You should be so lucky.

Good evening, George.

Welcome.

I'm honored to have
such a distinguished guest.

Who are you?

Everybody says you're
a very brave man,

Mr. Orwell.

What everybody
says is usually wrong.

Back in the Raven Society
days, before the war,

I worked at a place
we called Room 101.

A torture chamber really.

One soon discovers
that very few people

are truly brave.

Most of what we call
bravery is stupidity,

or ignorance,

or a lack of imagination.

Please, tell me who you are.

My name is Salt.

You write clever books,

so you're not stupid or ignorant

which means either
you lack imagination,

or you're that rare
man of true courage.

Mr. Salt, what do
you want from me?

I suspect an
imagination deficit.

I suspect you sat there in
your ivory tower and simply

couldn't imagine that your
mockery of a noble cause

would have consequences.

When word gets out that
you have abducted me,

there will be an outcry.

An international outcry.

True. But, Mr. Orwell,

suppose, for a moment,
that word doesn't get out.

Suppose nobody
knows where you are.

Suppose you simply

vanished?

Imagine that.

What do you want from me?

Let's start with repentance.

Repentance?

Fine. You'll have it. I repent.

I'll sign whatever you like.

Just let me go. I repent.

Signing bits of paper
is not repentance!

Repentance comes
from your heart.

My heart. Christ. All right.

I repent in my heart.

Believe me, at this
moment, I am truly repentant.

Very good.

If you're sincere,
I'll let you go.

You have to swear on your
honor that you'll never write

another word against us.

I swear. Not another word.

As God is your witness?

As God is my witness, I swear.

You're lying, Mr. Orwell.

But I was lying too.

Your repentance is worthless.

I just wanted you to confirm
my analysis of your character.

And you did.

I'm not lying.

You're just the
usual type of man.

A cowardly hypocrite.

Pardon me, Mr. Orwell.

Hello.

My God!

You gave us a proper fright.

We thought someone
was getting killed in here.

All

clear.

Thank fuck.

We thought there
was murder afoot.

I just said that.

When you're ready, mate.
We're in a bit of a hurry.

Warm for the time of year.

It is. Muggy even.

May I ask, why me?

Why not you?

I'm of no importance.

A supply depot wallah.

Your paymasters are misinformed

or incompetent.

Happens.

How much are you being paid?

Who says we're being paid?

Hmph. Enthusiasts?
I don't think so.

Whatever you're
being paid to take me in,

I'll pay you more to let me go.

We hear that a lot.

I imagine you're paid well.

Seller's market. A
thousand dollars?

Somewhere in that range?

I'll pay you ten
thousand dollars

or the sterling
equivalent to let me go.

You name your price.

Why would the Union pay so
much for a supply depot wallah?

No, they wouldn't.

My duties for the Union
require I have personal access

to large amounts of cash.

Hmph.

You'll steal from the Union?

I have claustrophobia.

I can't be a prisoner.

We haven't been
formally introduced.

You know my name.

I do.

I confess I know yours too

Mr. Pennyworth.

I recognize you
from the newspapers.

Your father is a hero of mine.

Hero of mine too.

You must have very
complicated feelings about him.

Checkpoint.

Hey... Hey!

What sort of man
was your father?

Misguided.

We can let time be
the judge of that?

I imagine he was
a man of principle.

A man of discipline.

What's it matter to you
what sort of man he was?

What's it matter to anyone?

Forgive me. I don't mean to pry.

I like to know what
makes people tick.

People don't tick.

Of course, they do.

You, for instance,
tick like a taxi meter.

Money drives your wheels.

Tick, tick, tick.

Not at all. Just the
means to an end, Chief.

Means to an end.

What end is that?

None of your
business really, is it?

No real plans then.

Vague dreams.

Well, that's where
you're wrong, mate.

He's all yours.

Goodbye, young man.

Perhaps we'll meet again.

I doubt it.

Was he any trouble?

Quiet as a lamb.

Bit of a nosey Parker,
mind you, but otherwise,

a proper gentleman.

Good. Good. Thank you, Alfie.

You've hit a six with this chap.

Always happy to help
with a noble cause.

All right, man. Cheers, pal.

I'm not expecting anyone.

All right. Ready?

Thomas!

I'm sorry to show
up unannounced.

Your...

Your phone seems
to be out of service.

Come in.

Boots, Darren, this is Thomas.

He's an old friend.

Thomas. Hi, Thomas.

Guys, go get a pint?

See you later.

Who are those characters?

They're my unit.

I'm a lieutenant in
the League army.

Well, mostly it's just
manning the siege barricades

and the occasional
recon mission.

Fact-finding kind of stuff.

Holy smokes, Martha.

You're a lieutenant?

You have a unit.

It's been a while?

Where were we?

That is hard to forget.

You all better?

Good as new.

I'll tell you, the last
year has given me

a whole new respect for doctors.

It's the only clean profession.

But, um

how the heck are you?

I'm good.

Well, you seem...

You seem happy.

Glowing almost.

I guess I am happy.

This life is very simple.

I like simplicity.

Well, I'm happy that
you're happy, Martha.

I don't like to be a Grinch

but you're preparing to make

a last desperate
stand for a lost cause.

How many people get to do that?

We're going to win, Thomas.

They won't take London.

How so?

They'll be coming in
with tanks and howitzers.

You have rusty Brownings.

London and the
League are doomed.

Still working for the CIA?

CIA? No. No.

I'm a Cultural Affairs Attache.

When will you people
do the right thing

and step in to stop
those fascist bastards?

It's not gonna
happen, I'm afraid.

Then what are you gonna do?

Don't say you. It's not me.

I'm not the United
States Government.

We... They...

They are staying neutral.

It's not what I would
do, but I'm not in charge.

"I was only obeying orders!"

Come on. That's not fair.

So if America's neutral,

then what have
you come back for?

To sit and watch?

Yeah. Pretty much.

I'm here as an
observer. That’s that’s all.

I'm sorry.

I'm being a hard-ass.

I'll stop.

It's good to see you, Thomas.

It's good to see you too.

I don’t don't know why,

but, um

I do believe that.

I actually missed you.

Well, have I missed
you too, Martha.

And I hope that

we can always be friends.

I hope so too.

That is to say,

the big news is,

I'm engaged to be married.

No kidding. Wow.

Well, congratulations.

Why would we not be friends?

Well, absolutely.

That's what I was hoping.

There is no reason.

Who's the lucky gal?

Betsy Van Wyck.

I can see her now.

Well, she is a fine young woman.

And it was the
right thing to do.

Things just happened
before I was aware somehow.

You poor sap.

Look, I

I know you deserve more
of an explanation than that,

but, frankly, I don't have one.

Why do I deserve an explanation?

I've forgotten all the
constant questions.

We had a relationship, damn it.

We made out.

I had your cock in my hand
for maybe five seconds,

and then you got shot.

That's not a
relationship.Well...

That's a funny story.

Well, names changed to
protect the innocent, I hope.

Hell no.

So what's up?

Up?

Well, you're a CIA spy

and you didn't
come here to get laid.

What do you wanna know?

What do you think you
could possibly tell me?

There is a steamroller coming

and you're standing in
the middle of the road

with your damn eyes shut.

What else do I need to know?

Where the door is.

Martha, I'm your friend.

I'm worried about you.

Well, as you can see,

I'm perfectly happy.

I know where the door is.

If you need anything
that I can help you with,

I am always here for you

as a friend.

You be well, Thomas.

We can sit here till next week.

I've nowt else to do.

All your friends
have given us names.

They're not my
friends. Lone wolf? Heh.

Do you smoke?

There's Woodbines in
the larder if you want one.

I don't smoke.

There if you want one.

What kind of art do you do?

Pictures.

Of what?

You wouldn't understand.

Ride your high
horse if you like.

There's been hundreds
of proud little misses

just like you come through here.

Grist to the mill.

Now for the last time,

give us some names. I won't.

Do as you like.

If I could do as I liked,

I'd be an air hostess.

You're seeing the world

and you're helping
people at the same time.

But no such luck.

I'm here, doing my job.

Do you see that?

I see that you're
an unhappy woman.

And I forgive you.

Not your place
to forgive me, Pet.

Alfie, a word.

Have a seat.

Heard about what happened.

Shocking.

You all right? A little deaf.

Any news on Salt?

He was seen back at
Union HQ this morning.

Hard at work, full of beans.

Who done it do you think?

Well, that would be
my question to you.

As of now, I couldn't
venture a guess, Mr. Aziz.

There's a hundred
firms might have done it.

I'll put the feelers
out, obviously.

This sort of malarkey
hurts my business too.

Whoever they are,

they knew when and
where we were meeting.

You got a loose
talker in your ranks.

Large teams like
yours, bound to happen.

Who though?

Who among all those I trust

is capable of such a betrayal?

I find myself
taking it personally.

And I despise people
who take things personally.

We was here.

Ask anyone.

I will.

And I don't like your
high-handed manner, Mr. Aziz.

Who's capable of
such a betrayal?

You mate, for one.

You've done me wicked
on several occasions.

How many poor bastards have
you turned over in your time?

Untold. Do I lie?

No.

Well then.

And if you're fool enough
to move a high value asset

with one car and two dim
plods, that's what you get.

Turned over.

You're right.

Fault's mine, and I'm
seeking someone to blame.

I apologize for the accusation.

Think nothing of it.

I'm just extremely disappointed.

Salt was a big fish.

Close to the leadership.

That's not what you told me.

No.

Your prices are quite
high enough as it is.

Did he say anything interesting?

Like what? I don't know.

Perhaps he mentioned
something called Stormcloud?

Stormcloud?

No. What's Stormcloud?

Probably nothing. Just rumors.

So, this is the silly girl
that won't talk to us?

Yes, sir.

I like to sit down with
our problem cases

for a last interview before
they enter the system.

Sometimes a calm fatherly
chat can change minds.

I sense that may be
possible with you, young lady.

What do you say? Fuck off.

Plucky!

Jolly good.

I admire pluck.

Perhaps a quiet
chat isn't the thing.

Take your clothes off.

No. Do as you're told.

What's wrong with you?

Why are you doing this?
Aren't you ashamed?

Sykes, what does the
code of conduct stipulate?

Section 22B
expressly allows nudity

during coercive interviews.

Nothing wrong with us.

It's you that's wrong.

Put the kettle on,
would you, Bet?

Tell you what, sir...

Why don't you put
the fucking kettle on?!

My God! No!

Stop!

Please stop! He's dead!

Doctor, are you?

"Put the kettle
on, Bet," he says.

I'm the fucking tea lady, am I?

I don't think so.

That's Captain Sykes to you.

Captain Sykes,

where you taking her?

Hard case.

Gaffer wants her in the annex.

Is he still in the
interview suite?

I've got invoices
here for him to sign.

He's having a snooze.

Long interview.

Best.

All right then, you two,

there'll be a scone waiting
for me when I get back

or I'll know the reason why.

Not one of them
shit scones, mind.

One with currants.

Cheeky.

Best find a bus stop then?

What the fuck is happening?

Never you mind.

They look amazing!

Hello, Sandra.

Nearly said a penny
for your thoughts.

I know you hate
it when I say that.

I was thinking how
smashing you look.

Is that a new dress?

Do you like it?

Dad says it's what pop
singers are wearing these days.

I think I look like a tart.

No, love, you don't.

You couldn't look
like a tart if you tried.

Give us a song, would you?

You're sending me away
so you can talk business

with that man coming
over here, aren't you?

I am.

Hate it when you do that.

Go on.

Gully. Alfie.

Please.

Thank you.

High life?

I'm proud of you, son.

It's all rented.

Here.

Lost comrades.

We should be with them.

We will be. But not quite yet.

Here you go.

Nice one. Any trouble?

No. No. Salt paid
up fair and square.

No haggling.

Odd bird. Was he?

I didn't really get much of
a chance to speak with him.

Turns out he's top brass.

Close to the Union leadership.

We could have asked
for twice what we got.

Well, I'll be damned?

Didn't look like
top brass, did he?

Catering Corps type.

Good luck to him.

Alfie, you and I should
work together again.

Nah.

That was a one-off, Gully.

I got enough cash now
to get the fuck out of here.

Jumping from the sinking ship?

Aren't you?

Heavens no.

You know me.

I love a crisis.

Shame you're going?

It's good to work with
men that you can trust.

I mean, really trust.

Yeah, it is.

Eleven seconds.

Good job.

But look at his face.

Unsightly.

Consider the visual impact.

If the Stormcloud
Project is put into action,

it must seem
efficient and humane.

Casualties must look
as if they died peacefully.

Follow me.