All language subtitles for Pennyworth.S03E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[siren wailing]

[tense music]

- So this is
the Battle of London...

The day we as good as won
the English Civil War.

To be fair, it was mostly
because of him...

Gully Troy,

or Captain Blighty,
as he came to be known.

Now, you could say he was a
science experiment gone wrong.

Forward!

But there was nobody else
like him.

At least
that's what we thought.

[The Clash's "Should I Stay
or Should I Go"]

Five years on,

turns out
he was just the first one.

Some blame nuclear clouds,
drugs, mad scientists.

No one knew the reasons,
but they made people nervous.

Me?
I saw a business opportunity.

♪ ♪

Excuse me, mate.

- [groaning softly]

- Do you know you're
frightening that young lady?

- No, I'm not.

- You've got your hand
round her neck.

Of course she's frightened.
- That's not my hand.

It does what it wants,
this arm.

- Whose arm is it?

- Woke up in a hospital,
and the bastard were there.

- Fucking scientists.

They take some diabolical
liberties, don't they?

- You learn to live with it.

Who are you?
- Name's Alfie Pennyworth.

You?

- Doesn't matter who I am.
Nobody cares.

- Not true, son.
I care.

- [scoffs]
Fuck off.

Government, are you?
- Nah.

Government pays me 500 quid
for every one of your sort

I bring in for 'em.

- 500 quid?

That's good money, that.
- That's why I'm here.

- But suppose this arm
don't want to be brought in.

You gonna shoot me?

- I don't want to.

Dead, you're only worth a pony,
if that.

- [scoffs]

- Now you got any ideas?
That girl needs our help.

- Well,
if you have a go at him,

I dare say he'll drop her
and have a go at you.

- Don't worry, love.

We'll soon have you
out of here.

All right, then.
[clears throat]

[crowd gasps]

Come and have a go if you
think you're hard enough.

[metal clangs]

[dramatic music]

Whoa!

- [grunts]

- Sorry, mate.

[low beeping]

- We secured the enhancement.

He's safe to transport.

Don't worry, son.

We're gonna treat you right.
I promise.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

- MI5 science department.

Hi, Lucius.
What do we got?

- Martha, nice to see you.

We've got
an unregistered cyber-limb.

Probably Russian, I'd say.

Some sort of plasma drive,
I suspect,

coupled to a gyro-transistor--

- I'm kind of in a hurry,
Lucius.

So do you want him,
or does he go to the police?

- Unknown technology
and a violent presentation,

definitely a keeper.

- Okay.
All yours.

There you go.
- Mrs. Wayne.

- Oh, Mr. Pennyworth.

This is your third catch
this month, I believe.

Business is good.
- Don't go thinking

you can drop the price just
'cause we're doing all right.

- Well, when the price was set,
nobody imagined

so many of these Pdubs
would emerge.

- P-what?

- PWEs--
people with enhancements.

That's the official usage now.

- NGs, more like--
nutters with gizmos.

- [laughs]

- You can always ask
someone else.

Plenty of cowboys around
who will do the job cheaper.

- Relax.
You're gonna get your money.

- How's baby Sam?

- She's not a baby anymore.

She's turning five next week.

Oh, fuck.

I'm late. I've got to run.
Have a nice day, people.

- Hoity little madame,
that one.

I don't know
what you see in her.

- Money.

- Give over.

You two have got form.

- Bollocks, we have.

- Tell us
you never snogged her.

Tell us.

- I never.

- Bloody hell.

- I said I never.

- Un-fucking-believable.

- Fuck the pair of you.
- [laughs]

[adventurous music]

♪ ♪

[thunder rumbling]

- We're here, Doc.
It's just down the street.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

All clear.

You okay, Doc?

You look scared.
- No.

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Well, don't worry.
You're safe with me.

- [laughs]
Well, that's ironic.

- How so?

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

- [whimpers]
I'm terribly sorry.

[birds chirping, dogs barking]

- [hums]
- It's National Science Day.

And a ceremony was held
at Uxted Air Force Base

to honor heroes and heroines

of the recent global struggle
for freedom.

- "Kind and mature female."

"Go ahead"...
[sighs]

- ...Captain Gulliver Troy,
better known, of course,

as good old Captain Blighty.
- Mm.

- Today we celebrate
the wonders of modern science,

new frontiers,
astonishing possibilities.

Human potential
has never been greater.

[door closes]

Godlike powers
are within our grasp, but...

- Or not.

- Take care, love.
- See you later, Alfie.

- The recent nuclear conflict
between the USA and Russia,

the tragic fates
of Kyiv and Miami

have proven that hard truth.

We must, all of us,

be ever vigilant
that nuclear war...

- [clicks tongue, scoffs]
- Never happens again.

- He does go on, doesn't he?
- [chuckles]

- Any toast going?

- Plenty of toast,
no marmalade.

- No marmalade?

- Oh, I've got a job as well,
you know?

I can't be down in the shops
all day.

- Yeah.

- I wish
you'd find a nice girl.

- You just saw one.

- What's her name?

- Bridget.

- [exhales sharply]
You had to think.

- [chuckles]
Well, I'll get some marmalade

on the way home, then, shall I?
- You do that.

- [sighs]

- [giggles]
- No! Please!

No, don't hurt me! No! No!
[door opens]

- Tell me the truth!
- No, I'm not scared of you.

I'll never tell!
[door closes]

- You will tell,

or I will cast a spell on you!

- No! Please don't!

Daddy, help.
An evil witch has caught me.

- Oh, my gosh.
Well, never fear.

I am here to save the day.
[door opens]

Listen here, you wicked witch.
[door closes]

You leave
that poor clown alone.

- No! No!
- [screams]

Oh, my gosh.
She's such a powerful witch.

She's not just casting a spell.
She's bashing into me.

And there's Mrs. P.

Good morning, Mrs. P.
- Good morning.

- Mrs. P!
- Hi, Mrs. P.

I've got to run.

- Uh, oh, my gosh,
So have I.

- Aw.

- Hey.

Have a great day at the office.
- I will.

You too.

[sighs]

[engine turning over]

- Rave on, popsters--
here's the latest smasheroo

from that supermod songbird
with the groovy beat, Sandra!

- ♪ I hear you whispering ♪

♪ But nobody's there ♪

♪ My eyes
are still lingering ♪

♪ On your empty chair ♪

♪ My darling,
don't tell me it's true ♪

♪ I'll wait here forever ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ 'Cause
I gave you everything ♪

♪ My heart in your hands ♪

♪ And what did you
give to me? ♪

♪ I'm left with candlesticks
and caravans ♪

♪ Just left with candlesticks
and caravans ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I cling to your memory ♪

- How's business? Good?
Excellent.

Yeah, it looks nice.
Thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

["Candlesticks and Caravans"
continues on radio]

- ♪ I'm lost in revelry ♪

♪ I yearn just for more ♪

- [whistles]

- Yes, but wait--

But--

- Morning, Chadley.

- I'm not saying
I don't believe you.

I'm saying you're letting us
down most grievously.

- But it's Miss Dixon
from Raven HQ.

It's definitely her.

- Frankly,
Bet, I really don't care.

Listen--
- Okay, I'll sort it meself.

- But--

Hello?

No problems.

There's a client in distress,
waiting.

- She's been gone
two weeks now,

which is completely unlike her.

She's never been gone so long
without calling me.

- Hmm, Miss Hamperton,
Jessica's 18, you say?

She's an adult.

She can come and go
as she likes.

- I went to the nightclub
where she was last seen.

Oh, my Lord.

You can't imagine
a more vile and sordid place.

She's in some kind of trouble.
I'm sure of it.

- Have her parents
tried to find her?

- The Thistles are
an eminent couple.

Sir Arnulf is head
of the Thistle Corporation.

They lead very busy
public lives.

They have entrusted me
with making enquiries.

I've been her nanny
since she was two years old.

- Her parents are the ones
to get an invoice, though,

are they?
- Oh, yes.

They'll pay
any reasonable costs.

- We'll have a look
for Jessica, then.

I expect
she's perfectly all right.

- Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Everyone says you're the best,
Mr. Pennyworth.

- Oh.
- You'll find her for me.

- We will, Miss.

Myself or one of my associates.

When she ever comes in,
get Bet on this one.

She's the best
with missing girls.

- In, she will not be.
Busy with her own affairs.

- She's supposed to be here.

- I told her this precisely.

- It's down to me again, then.

I'm supposed to be taking
a managerial role.

Where is she?

- I regret to say
she is seeking revenge.

- Revenge?
From who?

- She's looking for John Salt

so she can kill him
in some painful fashion.

- Fuck's sake.

And get someone in
to sort out this place.

It looks like shit.

- Hello, Miss Dixon.

Remember me?

Get in there now!

- What on Earth?
- Shut up.

Sit down.

Sit down.
You too.

- Who are you?
Who is she?

- Never you mind who I am.

She knows, don't you?

Hmm.

How have you
been keeping, then?

- Well, thank you.

- Good, good.
No trauma, then?

No regrets for your days
as a Nazi thug?

Not got sleepless nights

fretting about
all those ruined lives?

- Now, look here--
- Shut it, you.

It's taken us nigh on
five years to find this bitch,

and I'll have my say.

You look like
a geography teacher.

Is that what you are,
a geography teacher?

- No.

- I fucking hate
geography teachers.

What's the capital
of Portugal, eh?

Eh?

- Lisbon?
- Exactly! Who gives a fuck?

[baby crying]

- Oh, wow.
Your heart sounds much better.

That's great.

You want to listen?
Yeah? Okay.

Hold these there.
That's it.

And we're gonna listen here.

It's cool, huh?

It sounds like the ocean.

[chuckles]
She's gonna be fine.

- Oh, thank you, Doctor.
- She's a little fighter.

[indistinct chatter]

- He's been dead a week or so.

The murder weapon was
a doctor's surgical scalpel.

Took a while to ID him,

but we now know him
to be an American--

a CIA agent in
the tactical security section.

- A gunman?
- Precisely.

But the Americans
haven't enquired about him,

which tells us what?

- They don't us to know
he was here,

which means
he was doing something

he shouldn't have been doing...

something big.
- Yes.

I want you to find out
exactly what that was.

The Commonwealth summit's
coming up.

We can't afford any scandals.

- Understood.

Oh, fuck.
- What?

- The time.
Will that be all, sir?

- The time seems to be
a common theme recently.

Forgive me, Martha,
if I ask again...

are you--
can you handle it?

- Yes, sir.
Yes, I can.

And I am handling
both sides of my life.

- Are you all finished,
sweetheart?

[door opens, closes]
- Hi!

- Hi, Mommy.

- Hi, baby.
Hi, Mrs. P.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

There was another crisis
at the office.

- Martha, where have you been?
You're late.

- I know.
It was paperwork.

- Well, I wish you'd let me
know when you're gonna be late.

- Did I miss anything?
- Uh, yes, actually.

My father's here.
- What?

- He's come to stay with us
for a few days,

with a lady friend,
a surprise visit.

- No, but--but you hate
your father.

You haven't spoken in years.
- Well, that's--

That may be, but, um...

- Well, well, well,
this must be the little lady

that stole my son's heart away.

- Uh--
- Patrick Wayne.

- Wow.
What a lovely surprise.

- And this is my very good
friend Virginia Devereaux.

- Oh, so, so happy
to meet you, Martha.

[light laughter]

- Uh, well... [clears throat]
well, this is nice.

[dramatic music]

[distant dog barking]

- What's the baby's name?
- Julie.

- Hello, Julie.

You know what I want,
don't you?

Where's John Salt?

That's what I want to know.

Where's John Salt?

- We don't know.

- Oh, like fuck you don't!

He didn't escape from prison
on his tod, did he?

There were a whole network
of old Ravens

helping him, obviously.

- We don't know where he is.
I swear.

If we knew where he was,
I'd tell you.

I'm not a Raven,
not anymore.

- [scoffs]
- Neither of us.

- We have nothing to do
with politics.

- You'll tell us where he is,
or mark my words,

there'll be guts
on this rug.

[Robin Tower's "I Can't Wait
Much Longer" playing]

- ♪ There beneath
the diamond sky ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Caviar
and the moonlight wine ♪

♪ ♪

♪ She hasn't yet
made up her mind ♪

♪ If she'll take me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ See, my love,
it's stoned indeed ♪

- Wow.

I haven't seen you cats around
in a while.

How's the strong-arm game?

- The security business
is good.

How's the pimp trade?

- The hospitality business is,
you know, ticking along.

- Have you seen her?

- I've seen
this photo before, yeah.

- When was that?

- A couple of days ago.

- This old bird comes in

and shows me
this very same picture.

Asks me have I seen her.

- And what did you say?

- I said I've never seen her.

- But you were lying.

- And what makes you say that?

- I know your style,
Mr. Renley.

If you had never seen the girl,

you'd have said
you had seen her

and squeezed some dosh
out of the poor old bird,

but because you have seen her
and you know she's in trouble,

you thought it best
to keep mum.

- You see,
that is nonsense.

- Mr. Renley, do you really
want it to go that way?

All due respect
to your man there,

an altercation won't end well
for you.

- You think you're really hard,
don't you?

- Yeah, I suppose we do.

Why'd you ask?
[bangs on desk]

Hmm?
Do you think we're wrong?

Are we not hard? No?

♪ ♪

- All right, I-I saw her
around a couple of times.

And last time, she was hanging
out with that Sister Susie,

and she left with her,
so, you know...

[laughing]
You boys are so square.

Sister Susie.

She runs
the Inner Peace Ashram.

It's the hippest cult in town.
- Yeah, I've heard the name.

But why is she trouble?

- She feeds these kids
psychedelic drugs

so they don't know
their own name.

Sometimes they wake up
happy and enlightened,

but sometimes they wake up sad

and in a brothel.

Anyone makes a fuss,

she has very heavy connections.

- Connections to who?

- That's way above
my paygrade, mate.

I swear.

I swear I would tell you
if I knew.

♪ ♪

- Hmm.

♪ ♪

[utensils clinking]

- So, Thomas,
do you enjoy being a doctor?

- I do.

Uh, it feels good to know
that every day

I'm helping someone
in a practical way.

It's very fulfilling.

- One of these days,
you're gonna have to stop

being so damn saintly and come
work for your old man, huh?

- Uh...

- Martha, you work for
the government, as I recall.

- Mm-hmm,
the Public Records Office.

- Sounds fascinating.

- Oh, a glorified librarian,
really, but I enjoy it.

- You must have stamina.

Most women find motherhood
taxing enough.

- Yes, I have great stamina.

And Thomas is
a wonderful father.

- Mm, why, thank you.

And you guys have met
Mrs. Pennyworth.

I mean, we couldn't do it
without her.

- Yes, she is a treasure.

- What do you do, Virginia?

- Keeping Patrick happy
is a full-time job.

- I bet.

And what brings
you two lovebirds

to Jolly Old England?

- Well, to be honest,
it's simple really.

I missed my son.

There's been a distance
between us,

and, uh, I'd like to fix that
if I can.

Blood is blood.

Right, son?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Right.

It's damn strange
seeing him again.

[water running]
- [spits]

- All of a sudden,
I felt 12 years old.

- They're kind of weird,
aren't they?

Even for people like them.

[water stops]

- You mean
even for people like me?

- [chuckles]

Even for people like you.

- Hmm.
[chuckles]

[clears throat]

It's been so long
since we last spoke properly.

I...

I don't know
who he is anymore.

I'm not sure I want to know.

- You barely said a word.

- Well, I think you said enough
for the both of us.

- Sorry.
I was kind of nervy.

- No, don't be sorry.

You stood up for yourself.

I was proud of you.

- You handled yourself
very well, too.

- Mm.

- It's funny that
he would just show up

out of the blue like this.

What do you think
he wants here?

- What he said, I guess.
He--he wanted to meet Samantha.

- You think?
- What else?

- Does he have any
U.S. government connections?

- Yeah, sure.
Of course.

He runs a massive corporation.

He is bound
to have government ties.

What would that have to do
with anything?

- Nothing.
I don't know.

I was just wondering, but...

He's here to see Samantha.

- Martha.
- What?

- What would his government
ties have to do with anything?

- Nothing, Thomas.

I was just thinking out loud.

[TV static whirring]

[baby babbles]

- Oh, did I doze off?

- Just for a second maybe.

- [chuckles softly]
Babies, eh?

They make you sleepy.

[sighs]

You two ready to talk?

- I swear on the baby's life,
we don't know anything.

- You shouldn't swear
on her life.

Not on the baby.

Don't worry, sweetheart.
She didn't mean it.

She's just scared.

[baby crying]
Oh. Oh, boy.

There you go, darling.

There you go.

[baby whines]

Sleep on, darling.
Sleep on.

- Freeze.

Say something now,
you crazy bitch.

Say something now.

- Sticks and stones, love.

[kick thuds]
Sticks and stones.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Bingo.

- Martha's off to work early,
is she?

- Uh-huh.

And, uh, Virginia?

- Shopping.

I'm glad
it's just the two of us.

- Oh, why's that?

- I expect you're wondering
why I'm here.

- Well, you told us.
You, uh...

you missed me,

and you wanted
to meet Martha and Samantha.

- Well, of course.

But I do have another reason.

- What's that?

- It's a Wayne Enterprises
issue.

I think it's about time
you took some part

in the family business,
don't you?

- Well, I-I guess that depends.

- What I'm about to tell you
is highly sensitive

and confidential.

I need your help, son.

- [inhales deeply]

Go on.

- An employee
of Wayne Enterprises

has gone missing

with priceless
proprietary information.

- What information?
- Complicated to explain.

It's top-secret,
need-to-know sort of thing.

We believe our employee,
Dr. Glubb, is in England.

We believe he may try
to sell what he knows

to the English government.

- Well, that's too bad,

but, um, what's it got
to do with me?

- If we lose control
of this information,

it could mean
the end of the company--

total disaster for us all,

for the Wayne family.

- What can I do?

- You could ask Martha
for help.

- Martha?
Why Martha?

- She'll know
if this man has tried

to contact
the English government.

Might even know where he is.
- Well, I very much doubt it.

She works in admin
for the Public Records Office.

- Come on,
I know that's just her cover.

- Her cover?

No, that's her job.

- Thomas, I know
all about Martha.

I know she's an active field
officer for MI5 science wing,

troubleshooter
for the prime minister,

licensed to kill, all that.

This sort of case is
her responsibility.

- Uh, well, uh,
you've been misinformed.

She gave up that kind of work
same time I did,

when Samantha was born.

- I'm sorry.
I-I thought you knew.

I didn't mean
to cause trouble.

- Who told you this?

- We're in a tough situation
here, son, very tough,

or I wouldn't ask
for your help.

- Who told you?

- I have contacts at the
Pentagon, reliable contacts.

- Well, they're not as reliable
as you think.

- Maybe, but the fact remains,
Thomas--

- Let's get one thing straight.

Martha and I made
a very conscious decision

to quit that world
and lead normal,

clean, useful lives.

No lies, no violence,

no power games.

Martha doesn't work
for the MI5 or the PM's office.

And even if she did,
which she doesn't,

there's no way I'd ask her
to break the trust of...

whoever the hell
she works for, okay?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Now I've got to get going.

♪ ♪

- I can go over that wall
and get to the roof

by way of that drainpipe there

and then in
through the skylight.

- Or we could just knock
on the door.

- But where's the fun in that?

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- It's a job, Daveboy.
Jobs aren't meant to be fun.

♪ ♪

We'd like to speak
to Sister Susie, please.

- Sister sees unclean souls
with an appointment.

Hey.
- Who are you calling unclean?

- Hey! Whoa!

[distant chanting]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

♪ ♪

[door closes]
- For fuck sakes, Robert.

- They just barged in.
I couldn't stop 'em.

- Welcome.
How can we help you?

- We're looking
for a Jessica Thistle.

- Aw.
No, man, you're not.

- No?
- No.

You're looking
for something else entirely.

You're looking
for a purpose in life.

But there are none.

We are the dust
of ancient stars.

Everything else in imaginary--

just stories we tell ourselves.

- She's not wrong.

- Well, let's just say that the
imaginary police turned up here

and told themselves they were
taking your dust to the nick.

- Ooh, what would
the charge be?

- Well, from what I hear,
kidnapping,

false imprisonment,
and sex trafficking,

just for a start.

- Oh, do fuck off.

This is a registered charity.

And I'm extremely
well protected.

- That's just a story
you tell yourself.

Now give us Jessica Thistle,
and we'll be on our way.

- Mm, if she wants
to go with you, she can.

If she doesn't,
you can fuck off, okay?

- Fair enough.

♪ ♪

[keys jingling]

[lock clicking]

♪ ♪

Hello, Jessica.

- Hi.

- Jessica, my name's Alfie.

I'm here to take you home.

- I don't want to go home.

- There's your answer.
Fuck off.

- I lied.
We're taking her anyway.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.

What a vulgar, boring
little thug you are.

Robert!

- Now, there's no need
for trouble, love.

- Oh, no trouble.
[door closes]

Karma.

- Daveboy, you deal with him.

I'll take the girl.
- [chuckles] No.

No, this is a new jacket.

- Well, you've already
got it dirty.

- Where?

- There.

- Shit.

Fine, but next time, you're
doing the rough stuff, okay?

- Mm-hmm.
Come here.

- Out of my way.

I said, "Out of my way."

[scoffs]

[all scream]

- Come on.
[person whimpering]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Hey, you're all right, love.

You're safe.

I thought we'd let you sleep
a while before I take you home.

- Home? No.

Take me back to Sister Susie!

- Hey, hey, hey.

Come on.

- [crying]
I don't want to go home.

- Give over.

- Why not?

- They don't like me,
and I don't like them.

- Your mum and dad?

Of course you do.
Of course they do.

- You don't know them.

- Look...

I used to think
I hated my dad...

but I didn't really.

I didn't understand him.

Different.

- You wait and see.

They'll be happy
to have you back.

- I don't want to go there.
Please don't make me.

[crying]

- Listen, we've been paid
to get you home, that's all.

- So never mind me
as long as you get your money?

- No.

We just have to get you home.

If you don't want to stay,
you don't have to stay.

- [crying]

- [sighs]
Look...

Here's my, um, office number
and home address.

If you do go off again,
don't go back to Sister Susie.

She's not kosher,
that one.

Call us or come around,

and we'll find you
somewhere safe to lay low.

All right?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Job done?

- Job done.

[sighs]

- So what's wrong?

Money for jam.

- No, I'm not complaining.

It is sad, though, innit?

When you look at all
the freedom, prosperity,

and opportunity that we have

and all these lost souls
in the world

looking for answers,
looking for a home.

Then there's me,

on top of the world,
happy as a lark,

rolling in bunce,
and for what?

Kicking squaddies
in the bollocks?

What's wrong with the world,
Daveboy?

Where are the moral values?
Thanks.

- Soft git.
- I'm not.

- You're taking soft git

to a whole new fucking level,
my friend.

- But am I wrong?
- Of course not.

But we're all just dust,
like the hippy lady said.

No point in greeting about it
like a big fucking baby.

- Forget I spoke.
[door opens]

- Already did.

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

- Afternoon.

- Hey.

- Hard day?

- Up and down.

- What's the pram for?

- Fuck do you think it's for?

- Babies, usually.
- Well, then.

- You ain't got a baby
in there.

- Have I not?
There's a relief.

- Look, you're supposed to be
working for me, you know?

I pay your wages.
- Stuff your wages.

- Nice. Cheers.

- Actually, no.

Sorry, Alfie.

I'm in a right mood,
and I were lashing out.

I retract that comment.

- Retraction accepted.

- There's a baby in there.

[baby babbling]

- Fuck me, there is.

What have you done now, Bet?

- Nice little thing.
Doesn't fuss.

[chuckles softly]

Name's Julie.

- A baby with blood on her.
You're potty, you are.

- I found a Raven ledger
with codenames and addresses,

a whole network
of the bastards.

I'll find John Salt,

and I'll scrag him this time
good and proper.

I just need you to babysit.

[baby babbles]

- Bet, I don't know nothing
about babies.

I don't like babies.

- No, no.
Me neither.

Can you not ask Peggy, eh?

- Peggy's 100 miles away,
and she'd say no any road.

What about your mum?
She around?

- My mom's already got a job.

Bet, forget about John Salt.
Get on with your life.

- Okay, on me own then,
as usual.

- Bet, don't be like that.
Look, wait.

- No, no,
I know who me friends are.

Come on, Julie.
We'll go elsewhere.

We know where we're not wanted.
[door opens]

- See what I mean?
Where are the moral values?

- [chuckles]
[door closes]

- Hey.
- [gasps]

Hey.
- Daddy!

- There she is.
- Yay!

- Oh, come here.
Oh, glad to see you, sweetie.

Mm.

Hey.
How was your day?

- It was boring, as usual.

Yours?

- Uh, same.
- Mm.

- Uh, you're back early.

- I felt like
I wanted to be home with Sam,

so I took the afternoon off.

- [gasps]
Well, me too.

- Mm, great minds, huh?
- Mm.

Is my--is my dad home?
- Mm-hmm, in their room.

Virginia just got back
from sightseeing and shopping.

My God, she knows how to shop.
- Mm.

Did, um--

did he speak to you at all?
- No.

I mean, we spoke, but not about
anything in particular, really.

Why?
Did you speak with him?

- I did.
- And?

- Why?
- "Why"?

- Well, uh, why did you ask?

- No reason.

Just making conversation.

He might have said
why he's here.

- He didn't.
He said, uh...

Well, he said a lot of things.

Nothing important.

Whoa, Sam, that is--
- Oh!

- That is so great.
- [laughs]

- Oh! Well, now we got
to build another one.

[chuckles]

- Well, um, that's great.

I guess he's actually here
to see Sam.

- Mm.
- Me!

Here to see me!
- Yes.

That's right, honey.

He's here to see you.

- Well?

- I'm working on it.

- Did you talk to him?
- I did.

- And?

- I said
I'm working on it.

- What does that mean?
- [sighs]

He didn't even know
she was active MI5, okay?

That's--that's
what I'm working with.

- He said that?
- Yeah, okay?

So give me some time.

- And you believed him?

- Yeah, I did.
He's my son.

I know him.
- [chuckles]

You're telling me you're
a good judge of character?

Me, of all people?
- Fuck you.

- Excuse me?

- I know my own son.
He doesn't know anything.

It's gonna take some time
to make this work.

That's all I'm saying.
- No.

What you said was eff you.

That's what you said to me.
- For which, I apologize.

This is a tense situation.
I'm tense.

- I understand you're tense,

but you don't speak to me
like that.

You know I can't tolerate
bad language.

I shared that with you.
- Ginny, I understand--

- You don't understand
anything.

Not even your own son.

He knows what she does.

He was playing you.

Look at me!

Say it.

- He was playing me.

I'll talk to him again.
- Don't take no for an answer.

You're his father.

I am mandated to do whatever
I need to do to get a win here.

Not just allowed...

mandated...

whatever I need to do.

Understand?

[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone beeps]

Tell me something good.

- The girl is in place.
Shall we proceed?

- Yes, go ahead.

You have the green light
for tomorrow morning.

[haunting music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I can't just forget ♪

♪ My darling,
I'll never know why ♪

♪ You left
without saying

♪ Bye-bye ♪

♪ ♪

- [inhales sharply]

[sighs]

- [inhales deeply,
exhales slowly]

Right.

[sighs]
[line trilling]

Oh, yes.

Hello.
Good morning.

Um, I'm calling in response

to your advertisement
in the newspaper.

Yeah.
Yeah, that's right.

[chuckles] My name is--
[door closes]

Oh, no, we don't want any.
Thank you very much.

Uh, but nice of you to call.

Blimey, salesman.

They don't stop, do they?

- You phoned them, didn't you?

- Me? No.

- Well, I didn't hear
the phone ring.

- Well, it did. Otherwise,
why would I answer it?

You all right?

Wrong side of the bed?
- Yeah.

No, bad dream.

- Was your father in it?
- No.

- Ooh, he's been bothering me
in my dreams,

something chronic--

leaping out from dark corners
like an hobgoblin.

Does he do that with you?

- No.
It's a girl I know.

- Oh, well, that sort of dream.

[sighs]

When are you gonna
settle down, Alfie?

You need children.
[doorbell rings]

- You keep telling me that,
but you never say why.

I mean, what are they for?

My life's pukka as it is.

- Help me.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Oh!

♪ ♪