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Mr. Pennyworth, I'm Martha Kane.

How can I help you, Miss Kane?

I need a driver-bodyguard.

Your advertisement says "ex-military."

10,000 quid.

And she's got plenty more work for us.

What's the bad news?

She's a No-Name.

I dreamt about Sykes all night.

I dreamt that she was waiting for me

at my bus stop on Goodge Street.

- She thinks you're dead.
- That's romantic, isn't it?

Coming back to life.

Now you're doing well enough,

you'll be thinking you're
good enough for Esme.

Is that right?

"East is East, and West is
West, and ne'er the twain... "

I'm very much in love with Esme, sir.

That's why I'm here...

to request your permission to marry her.

I will disinherit her.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Yes, I will.

Tell the prime minister

I have seen his last days coming.

For every ounce of blood
I spill, he will pay.

The nation will rise in
my name, and he will die.

Don't worry.

It'll be fine.

Come on.

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I'm-I'm sorry to bother you.
I beg your pardon.

- How dare you!
- Please, I'm so sorry to bother you.

- Get your bloody hands off me.
- Sir, madam.

You dirty, bloody tramp!

Come on, let's go.

Hello, mate. Rough day?

Oh, you're...

you're a handsome old cove, aren't you?

You-you could strike pity
in a stone, you would.

What's your name?

No, no, no. No. Don't worry, my dear.

You've met a fellow Christian.

Huh? You fancy a cup
of tea and a sandwich?

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, course you do.

Come along with me. Yeah?

Here.

You'll be as spry as a lurcher.

Yeah?

All right, come on.

Nice and slow. That's it, that's it.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

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Inspector Aziz.

Lukewarm welcome.

You've got an Old Bailey face on.

A word.

d In my arms, we shall begin d

d With none of the rocks,
well, there's no charge d

d In this land right now... d

You've disappointed me.

I thought you'd talk to me

before making any rash decisions.

Rash? Me?

Stroll on.

Working for a gang of violent
subversive fanatics isn't rash?

What fanatics are these?

You work for Martha Kane

who works for Thomas Wayne

who works for the No-Name League.

First I'm hearing of it.

I could arrest you here and now

and see you hang by the weekend.

You could.

I hope you're about to
tell me why you won't.

You're a prize, Alfred.

Mark my words, civil war is coming.

Look around you.

How many of these people understand war?

How many of them could
command men in battle?

Well, that dancer there

could invade Russia all on her own.

Me,

I'm not gonna command anybody,

in any battle, anywhere.

Everyone will have to pick a side.

- That's the rules.
- Not me.

I'm told Her Majesty was
quite struck by you.

She thought you... dashing.

Really?

Tell her I fancied her, too.

Respectfully and that.

If not for her soft heart,

you, Mr. Bashford and Mr. MacDougal

would already be in shackles.

They're not in this.

You'd all be much safer

if you worked for your queen.

Mm. She don't pay very well.

Stop working against her...

or you'll all hang.

Message received.

Oh.

By the by,

how goes Esme?

Thriving, I trust?

She is.

What does she think about
your work for the No-Names?

Why do you ask?

Curiosity.

The policeman's vice.

Cheerio.

Oh, fuck.

Is Mrs. Blake at home?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Blake moved
to the West Indies last year.

- Jamaica?
- No, Trinidad.

I have her new address somewhere.

Good to meet you.

- Thomas Wayne.
- Martha Kane.

I've heard a great deal
about you, Miss Kane.

You're very well regarded
in the organization.

A little mysterious, but, uh...

Why is a nice American
society girl like you

mixed up with the No-Name League?

Fighting somebody else's dirty war.

I could ask the same of you.

Me?

It's complicated.

Me? Simple: I get bored easily.

I like excitement.

Oh, really?

An adventuress.

You strike me more as
the idealistic type.

Do I?

Well, a person can be both, I suppose.

So, you're a Duke girl, huh?

Go, Demons.

Devils.

- You?
- Gotham.

I've never been.

Is it as scary as people say?

Perfectly safe and getting safer.

In 20 years, Gotham will be the
Zurich of the Eastern Seaboard.

Now... the leadership
of the Raven Society

keep their identities a secret.

They've recently elected a new chief.

We need to know who that is.

There's a fellow inside
the Raven Society

who will tell us the new
leader's identity for a price.

You and Pennyworth are
to meet with this chap.

Details...

of your rendezvous...

and funds...

to be used at your discretion.

And I will need you to sign...

for these.

The deal I made with
Pennyworth stipulated no guns.

And that was the right deal to make.

Now... we reel him in.

If he balks...

offer him more money.

Whatever it takes.

He's worth it.

Or at least the League thinks he is.

Street fighting between left
and right-wing criminal gangs

has resulted in three deaths

and numerous injuries.

The police say the
outlawed organizations

known as the Raven Society
and the No-Name League

are to blame for the violence.

Hang 'em all, I say.

Blackshirts, Redshirts,
they're all the bloody same.

Potless dossers.

That tasty Sherman just walked in.

Hi.

Miss Kane. Hello.

Cola, please.

Cola for the lady.

How are things with you?

So-so. You, Miss Kane?

Fine. I have a job for you.

Sorry.

- I can't work for you anymore.
- Why not?

- I'm getting married.
- Mm. Congratulations.

How does that affect our arrangement?

I've got to be safety-minded.

Married men can't mess about.

Hmm. But they do.

That's a lot of money.

Marriage is expensive.

We'll manage.

It's too late to back out now.

You're in too deep.

I'm impressed.

You went straight for my
throat, no messing about.

Thank you.

Thing is, Miss Kane,

I lied about my reason for quitting.

The police already gave
me a nudge about you.

It's too late to tell me it's too late.

Oh.

You told me you didn't
know Thomas Wayne,

- but he's your boss.
- He isn't.

I mean, he wasn't. He is now.

I didn't know him then.

The police know that?

Good thing for you you're American.

You can scarper. Sharpish if I were you.

This job I'm talking about has
no government angle at all.

The police won't object.

In fact, they'll probably approve.

I said, good thing you're American.

You can scarper. Sharpish if I were y...

- I heard you. That's not happening.
- Miss Kane...

Martha. Hmm.

- I need your help, Alfred.
- Martha.

My old sergeant had five
rules for staying alive.

Rule number one: don't be a hero.

Rule number two: avoid heroes.

- I'm no hero.
- They all say that.

Have you ever tried a Scotch egg?

No. Think about the money.

Rule number three: don't
think about the money.

You're making these rules up.

Good sense is good sense.

Tell you what. We're
trying to get the name

of the new Raven Society leader.

If we succeed,

I'll pay you double that.

Cash on the nail.

One job.

Now I'm scared.

Because you know you're
going to say yes.

It's an egg inside a sausage

inside bread crumbs.

I don't know how they do it.

Hello, Ez.

Now, first thing...

slowly... put the gun down

on that little table just there.

Go on.

Right.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

I've turned into such a measly coward.

You can't say that.

I've seen you in action.
You're a she-wolf, Ez.

Gordon Bennett.

Didn't I say use this
only in the last resort?

It was the last resort.

Who's-who's Gordon Bennett?

Never mind him. You could've killed me.

I heard a noise.

It was like someone was
listening outside the door.

Well, what sort of noise did you hear?

- Footsteps? Voices?
- No.

It wasn't so much of a noise
as a huge, terrible silence,

as if someone was standing
outside the door just breathing.

I know that feeling.

- It's scary.
- Yes.

But it's your imagination.

I know. I know.

Here, sit down.

Now, I'm thinking, Ez...

I've got a big job on soon, long hours.

I don't want you worried.

Why don't you stay with Mum and Dad?

Aren't you on non-speakers
with your father?

Wouldn't that be awkward?

Well, you can be my flag of truce.

- And Mum'll be happy as a clam.
- Really?

She'll be showing you
off to the neighbors

like you're color telly.

I told you, I've got a client next door.

- Turn that rubbish down.
- I turned it down.

Yeah, and then you
turned it back up again,

didn't you? Give it here.

d Stop and look me over... d

I'm not gonna chase you.

I'm not gonna get angry.

So don't try and make me.

d Why don't you stop
and think it over... d

Thank you.

I'm bored.

That's because you won't
be a grown-up, and, uh...

read a book, have a wank;
just don't interfere

- with my job of work.
- Call that a job of work?

Flogging an old fool with
a candle up his arse?

Bloody cheek.

You who hasn't earned a
farthing for how long?

Brass. That's all you care about.

And here's me,

fresh from the bastard gallows.

You want me out earning?

And who put you on them gallows?

You did, you daft bitch.

And who got you off 'em?

I did. Me.

Show some respect.

Clean yourself up.

d Same girl whom you hurt so? d

d I'm the one you hurt d

d And I'm the one you need... d

Shh.

Behave.

This ceiling must be like an old friend.

That damp stain there...

- is called Bodger.
- Mm-hmm...

That's Aunt Madge chasing a giraffe.

Mm-hmm.

And that one... well...

I couldn't tell you what that is.

Oh.

I say.

Don't you say a word.

I won't.

Or you.

Take that wistful look off your gob.

Shut up.

Morning, Mr. P.

He's trying to make sandals.

I, uh...

I hope the accommodations weren't
too humble for you, Esme.

No, it was jolly cozy.

Ah. I think this is the
first time we've had

a young, unmarried
female stay the night.

- An auspicious occasion.
- Don't start.

- I'm telling you, don't start.
- I think

this calls for the, uh, good china.

- Good morning, Esme.
- Morning.

He thinks he's being funny.

Breakfast is ready as soon as his nibs

- has watched the news.
- Not for me, Mum. Job on.

Dad, be nice to Esme.

I'll be back tonight, or
tomorrow early, maybe.

You got a clean hanky?

Yeah, I do.

Will you call me?

Haven't got rehearsal,
so I'll be here all day.

I'll try.

The foundation and the love

that is Jesus Christ, our Savior.

The sin of the world...

He'll be carrying a dozen white roses.

I don't mean to pry, Miss Kane,

but does that gun in your
bag have a round chambered?

The safety's on.

I had a mate called Robbo.

Everybody has a good laugh
when his name comes up,

'cause his last words
were: "The safety's on."

I take your point.

Over there.

Wake up, mate.

You'll miss your train.

Bollocks.

The darkness.

The darkness. The darkness.

Hold on.

You're gonna be all right.

Hold on.

Oh, my God.

There you go.

Go on, sleep it off.

We've all been there.

Come on.

What now, miss?

I'm trying to work that out.

- Who did him in, do you think?
- He was gonna take us

to the new leader of the Raven Society.

So the Ravens were ahead of you.

What's in his wallet?

Huh.

Well, that was shit.

I'm afraid this will be a goose chase.

To be frank, I have no idea
where to start looking.

Well, we won't need to look;
they'll be out looking for us.

Right.

Well, I guess that's so.

Then we'll catch one and
persuade him to cooperate.

That simple.

- What if they catch us?
- Well, then I expect

they'll take us to their leader,
won't they? We can't lose.

You're, uh, taking the
piss now, aren't you?

Taking the mickey, miss.

I wouldn't take the piss of a client.

I like to know the local customs.

Where I'm from, it's considered
rude to mock people.

Where are you from, if you
don't mind me asking?

Long story.

Right.

Your dad was a soldier.

A lifer.

Never understood those blokes.

Ten years was more than enough for me.

I think if you stay in too long,
you start to lose yourself.

This is us.

Where are you off to?

What do you care?

Oh, don't be like that.

I care a lot. You know I do.

Handsome is as handsome does, isn't she?

I know when I'm not wanted.

Where are you going?

I'm off to London,

and I'm not coming back. So goodbye.

London? Don't be daft.

Come on, Bet. We're sisters, eh? Bet?

Do you like marmalade, Esme?

Mmm.

I do. It's scrumptious.

I expect you, uh...

I expect you think the
Scots invented marmalade.

I've heard that's the case.

Rubbish.

Marmalade is Portuguese.

Oh.

I ask you,

oranges don't grow in
Scotland, now, do they?

I should think not.

And in Lisbon...

what do you suppose they
call a large iron pot?

I don't know.

In Lisbon, Esme, they
call a large iron pot...

a marmalado.

No.

I rest my case.

Stunning you with his
Portuguese marmalade, is he?

I'm sure Mr. P is right.

Some, uh, kidneys, Esme?

Um...

Don't, Esme, love.

No one likes 'em, except Mr. P.

I've cooked a million, and
they're wrong'uns every time.

I disagree.

They're just right.

What's that?

- A maypole.
- What's it for?

Wouldn't like to say, miss, to a lady.

Pretend I'm not a lady.

It's for sex orgies, miss.

You're kidding me.

Very set in their ways,
these country people.

Hey, would you look at that?

"The Darkness Tea Rooms."

Hmm.

Morning, all.

Welcome. Please take a seat.

What can I get you?

Lovely little place you have here.

We like to think so, sir.

Odd name.

The Darkness Tea Rooms.

Dark-Ness. It's my name.

Ah, of course.

We will have...

a pot of Darjeeling.

And, um, should we have crumpets?

- Sure.
- Let's have crumpets.

Darjeeling and crumpets.

I bring up the name...

Mrs. Dark-Ness, because there's
a sad story goes with it.

We were supposed to
meet a man this morning

at Paddington Station.

Only when we met him, he'd been stabbed.

He died, right there in front of us.

And he only said one
thing before he went.

"The darkness," he said.

"The darkness."

Isn't that a strange coincidence?

I'll get your tea.

Hmm.

Hmm.

That was very direct.

Best way usually, miss.

Please call me Martha. I hate "miss."

Yes, miss. Martha it is.

Now what?

Their move.

But so when the shit hits the fan,

what should I do?

Switch off the fan, I suppose.

Or stand behind something shit-proof.

I completed the U.S.
Marine Corps Reserve

Combat Training program at Fort Benning.

I can handle myself.

You leave the rough stuff to me...

if it occurs, which it
might not. Hopefully.

Thank you.

Should we drink that?

I mean, she could have put
knockout drops in it or something.

Poison the tea?

Never.

The Raven Society might be a bad lot,

but they're not bloody Italians.

I expect her boss

will find his boss,
and then they'll send

- a few gunmen to fetch us.
- A few?

We only need one.

Hmm.

So, you're getting married.

Who's the lucky woman?

I'm not sure how lucky she is.

Sorry. Is that a rude question?

She doesn't know I'm mixed up
with all this sort of carry-on.

So, you know. Bring her up and I wobble.

I understand.

Esme. The name's Esme.

- She's an actress. An actor.
- Mm.

Have you got a picture?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh, she looks kind, gentle.

Yeah.

I don't deserve her.

I expect she feels the same way.

Vice versa, I mean.

Nah.

Women don't think like that, do they?

Oh.

Don't we?

Ah, a woman knows her worth.

I mean, they do. You do, don't you?

A man has to find out.

Wow.

You're a genuine old-fashioned sexist.

I'm not sure what a sexist is, miss.

But if they're what they
sound like, I'm not one.

Strictly a one-woman man, I am.

What?

She's a lucky woman.

You've made me feel guilty now.

Ah. This, uh, was a 50-place service

in honor of His Grace Baron Rutland,

on the occasion of his 60th birthday.

It's a gorgeous table.

- Mm.
- It's formal and yet lyrical somehow.

Oh.

Thank you, Esme.

Yes, I was, um...

I was quite satisfied with that one.

Ah. Yes, this was a-a less

formal table for the French ambassador.

Mr. P,

this might be frightfully boring
for you, and you have to say no

- if you'd prefer not to, but...
- Mm.

... would you consider helping
me to plan our wedding?

It's just that I do so want
a day to make Alfie proud.

And, to be honest with you,
it's all quite daunting.

And you have such a gift.

I-I'd be, um...

I'd be happy and honored
to assist you, Esme.

Mother!

Telephone!

Right, I've got ears.

Hello?

Hello, Mum. Can't chat.

- Is Esme there?
- Oh, hello, love.

How are you?

You sound ever so close.

Where are you? Did you take your mac?

- 'Cause it looks like rain again.
- Mum.

All right. Yes, sir, Mr. Bossy Boots.

Right away.

On the job, he says.

Only got a minute.

No time to waste on his mum.

Hello, darling.

Hello, Ez. Just checking in.

Thank you. How's the job?

Oh, you know. The usual.

Everybody still friendly, I hope?

Yeah, we're having a lovely time.

Your dad's just a big teddy
bear, really, isn't he?

A teddy bear? You in the right house?

Oh, ha-ha. Oh, oh,

do you have a shade of white
that you particularly like?

A shade of white? No.

Yes, I'm going to the flat
today to look at colors.

Oh, are you? All right.

That's good. Colors are good.

Listen, I've got to go. On the job.

When are you... when are you back?

Hard to tell. Look, stay at Mum's.

Love you.

Esme, do tell him when
you've seen enough.

Mr. P said he'd help us
with the wedding plans.

Oh, did he?

That's very nice, I'm sure.

Don't sulk!

You can help, too!

Crikey, I've upset her now, haven't I?

Come on out of there, you!

Don't use that tone of
voice with me, thank you.

And I wasn't sulking.

I'm so sorry, Mother.

I should have asked
you first, of course.

Will you help as well?

Please?

I feel like I've got
her on my clothes...

and in my hair.

- Oh, Jesus.
- This way.

It's okay.

Fuck off.

Shit.

You're all right.

A few stitches.

We'll find a doctor...

and we'll get you home.

Fuck!

Hey, we're alive and walking about.

That's a result.

Mm, this whole operation's
been a horrible failure.

The League will likely throw me out.

In the real Army,

you can fail as much as you like...

they'll never throw you out.

There'd be nobody left.

But that is the real Army.

The No-Name League is not
just a pretend army.

It's not just soldiers who can fight.

Never mind fighting. Can you walk?

Of course I can.

You need to find yourself a doctor.

I saw a hospital near town.

I'll deal with this other mob.

Now let's go.

Which way?

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Hello. What seems to be the trouble?

- My leg.
- Oh, yes.

Dear me. I'll have to call the doctor.

If you'll come this way,
please, minding the carpet.

How do you do, young lady?

- Frances Gaunt.
- Margo.

Margo Keen.

Ah.

So, what happened, Miss Keen?

Well, I'm afraid I walked
through a glass door.

A glass door? How bizarre.

Why would anyone have a glass door?

Uh, well, it was more of a
French window sort of thing.

French window. For
God's sake. How absurd.

I want a door or I want a window,

not a half-baked compromise.

Now let me see.

- Is it bad?
- No.

Not really.

Eight or nine stitches.

Now, this is an anesthetic

to dull the pain while I'm stitching.

You'll feel a not unpleasant wooziness.

There we are. Good girl.

Will there be a scar?

A little one, maybe.

Adds character.

But I don't want a scar.

My mom had a scar...

... where she...

Scar...

Nurse Dawson!

Fair cop.

I'm tired of running.

Hey. Steady on!

There's no need for that!

You caught me! You're bloody heroes!

Fuck's sake!

Calm yourself!

You calm yourself.

That's for Mrs. Darkness,

you callous murdering bastard.

Yeah, I'm very sorry about her.

It was unfortunate.

Now, listen, you need to take me

to the guv'nor of your mob.
I have a message for him.

Here's a message.

You better stop that right now, mate.

Fuck off. Stop what?

You fucking done an old woman
for no fucking reason,

you filth.

How about we go and shoot
your mum in the face?

Now, that's enough.

Or what?

For fuck's sake!

I'm trying to do business here,
like we're professionals.

Do you understand me? Business.

Now stop fucking about and
take me to your guv'nor.

Snared, eh?

The ruthless hunter killer at bay.

We're gonna roast you alive
on a bonfire, old chap.

Cheer up the troops? That sort of thing?

Yes.

You have a message?

You are Raven Society, aren't you?

Not some other similar jackboot mob?

There's a lot of you about these days.

We are the Raven Society, yes.

Then, yes,

I have an important
message for your guv'nor.

From the No-Name League.

Go on.

Are you the guv'nor, sir?

For your purposes, yes.

Yeah, no. I need to
see the real guv'nor.

The real guv'nor doesn't
see the likes of you.

Then the real guv'nor
doesn't get the message.

Not being difficult, sir.

Just following orders.

Don't stand up yet, my dear.
You'll be very dizzy.

Uh, what happened?

You fainted. Blood loss. All's well.

Nine stitches and a
small, charming scar.

You're jolly lucky it wasn't much worse.

French windows, you say?

So stupid of me.

Um... my clothes?

In the laundry. They were sordid.

Tea?

Earl Grey or herbal?

Yes, please. Whatever you're having.

I'm having gin.

Herbal, then.

Well, what's the message?

You're not the man in charge.

Yes, I am.

How would you know, anyway?

I can see your shoes.

Third-in-command at best, sir.

I need to parley with your
big chief, the leader.

What's his name again?

I don't think you have a
message for the leader.

I think you're just delaying the
punishment that's coming to you.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Your call.

You're very confident for a dead man.

Only a fool wouldn't
kick this ball upstairs.

So glad we crossed paths.

New faces are a rare treat out here.

One sees the same tedious
characters again and again.

I can imagine.

I've dined at every house in the county.

I've seen false lintels.

Spiral stairs. Bidets.

I've seen monstrous things.

But I've never seen a French window.

Where were you?

That's funny.

Um...

I must... I must be still woozy.

I forget the family's name.

I hadn't met them before.
Friends of friends.

Of course, you're still woozy.

You need iron. Drink your tea.

Nurse Dawson!

Uh, bring Tanya, would you?

Um...

Do you think my clothes are dry by now?

You won't be needing them.

No?

No, you and another young man

were sent here to find and assassinate

the leader of the Raven Society.

I can't very well let you walk away.

Excuse me?

You killed poor Mrs.
Darkness for no reason

and injured several good
people, and to cap it all,

you came stumbling right to my door.

Amazing.

What are you talking about?

It's me you're looking for.

I'm the new leader of the Raven Society

that you came here to kill.

Um...

I'm sorry, Doctor,

but you've made a mistake.

That or, uh, you're mentally unwell.

I don't know, b-but I'm going.

Oh, don't exert yourself. You'll faint.

Bring me my clothes!

Your clothes have been burnt.

I didn't seek this honor.

No, but after poor Jimmy
Harwood's sad end,

none of the men would step up,

so here I am, God help me.

Trying to save this wretched
country from the likes of you.

- Me?
- Soft-hearted,

liberal idealist do-gooders.

I guess that is me.

I think you exaggerate my power.

I feel jolly tempted to let
you go along your merry way.

But, alas, you killed one of our people.

And a woman in charge
must not look soft.

I have to set a stern example.

My colleague knows I'm here.

What'll he do? Call the police?

Launch an assault?

- What's your real name?
- Does it matter?

Of course it does.

Not to me. To you.

But don't be alarmed or squeamish.

Do you know this woman?

No, no, g-give her a proper
look. Do you know her?

No, it's not a trick question.

We don't know her, either.

We call her Tanya because
she looks Russian.

Oh, now, are you sure

- you don't know her?
- Yes.

Yeah, well, I ask everyone
if they know her.

She was a brave young woman.

Tried to kill me, like you.

She wouldn't tell us anything.

Not even her name. No matter
what was done to her.

She deserves to be buried
decently, by her own people.

So I keep her like this for now.

Don't you think your
family would want to know

what had happened to you?

Your name.

My name is Martha.

Martha Kane.

Pleasure to meet you, Martha.

Come in.

Madam Leader, forgive the intrusion.

We caught the other spy.

He says he has a message
from the No-Names,

for your ears only.

Hello, Alfred.

Who's that? Do I know you?

The jig's up. They know my name.

They know everything.

Oh. Okay.

That's not good. You all right?

Been better.

Good day to you, young man.

Alfred, is it?

Who are you, now?

Frances Gaunt. Leader
of the Raven Society.

Get out. A woman?

No wonder you're a secret.

Don't be an ass.

- Is she really the guv'nor?
- Seems so.

Oh, well, then, excuse
my impertinence, madam.

How did you get here?

She's the doctor.

Ah. Bollocks.

So, do you have a message for me?

- What?
- A message

from the No-Name leadership.

Oh, yeah. No.

I made that up. No message.

You bastard.

Steady on.

Fair play, you wouldn't
even have me here

if I hadn't let myself get caught.

Now, why would you do that?

I get paid a lot more
money if we succeed.

Seemed worth the risk.

Now, Miss Martha, Fort Benning now.

Oh, e-excuse me, if it's
all the same to you,

would you mind doing that facing me?

I like to see things clearly.

God blind me, what do you
take me for? The bloody Hun?

Well, you killed Mrs. Darkness.

That was an accident.

I'm very sorry about that.

We were told to find out
your name. That's all.

We're not like you.

We don't kill and torture people.

My dear,

despite your courage, you
are a complete fool.

Yeah, anyway... ticktock, job done.

Give us a car and a couple of
bottles of beer, and we'll be off.

Today in Berlin, Reich Chancellor Braun

signed a power-sharing agreement
with the Dutch senate

that will allow the Netherlands
partial autonomy...

... within the German Reich.

Chancellor Braun personally
guarantees the pact.

In home news, teenage pop
fans nationwide were stunned

to learn that Cliff Richard and
the Shadows are breaking up

to pursue separate careers.

Her Majesty's Minister for Culture

has not yet issued a state...

I haven't counted it.

Well, if you can't trust
loony underground radicals,

who can you trust?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Mmm.

You enjoyed yourself today, didn't you?

Well, mission accomplished,
no broken bones,

cash money... that's enjoyable.

I mean you enjoyed being close to death.

Death? Give over.

We were close to Swindon.
That's bad enough.

Everything's funny to you.

It's a sort of compulsion, isn't it?

I had a mate called Spanish.

He used to say life's either
a comedy or a tragedy,

and you have to choose one or the other.

I prefer having a laugh.

I'll drink to that.

Comedy.

You were very game today, if
I may say so, Miss Martha.

Very game.

Your bosses will be making
you a captain or something.

Hmm.

I doubt that.

The politics of it all are
still quite... murky to me.

Well, murky's not good.

Why are you mucking about
with these people?

It's a long story.

You've got a lot of long stories.

You have to believe in something.

- Do you?
- Hmm.

- Not me.
- You like to say that.

You know it's not true.

Oh, you see right through me, can you?

No.

You're quite mysterious.

Hmm.

You said something that stuck with me.

You said my father was lying.

You said all soldiers have nightmares.

"Lying" is the wrong word.

I'm sure your dad was an honest man.

He made pancakes with faces on them,

dressed as a pirate at Halloween.

That kind of a dad.

Happy. Mm-hmm.

And then he died in a car crash.

And he was an excellent driver.

In my experience,

it's your excellent drivers
are the ones that crash.

Overconfidence.

Anyway, I...

I'd better be going.

I'd, um...

You'd better be going.

Yeah.

Well, it was a pleasure
working with you, Miss Kane.

Best of luck subverting
the state and all that.

Best of luck to you, too, Alfred.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much.

Hey, look at this.

Want a biscuit, yeah?

Yeah? Call.

Oh, good boy, good boy.

Yeah, that's... yeah, yeah, good.

Alfie, I got the sudden
urge to choose paint.

I'll be back by 11:00 at the latest.

If you get back in time,
come and help me.

Love you, Esme.

Your eyes

The look

Your heart

Can't disguise

The look

Of love

Is saying so much more

Than just words could ever say

And what my heart has heard

Well, it takes my breath away

I can hardly wait to hold you

Feel my arms around you

How long I have waited

Waited just to love you

Now that I

Have found you

You've got the look

Of love

It's on your face

A look..

Esme!

Esme.

Ez.

Ez.

No.

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