All language subtitles for Pennyworth.s02e02.720p.web.h264-ggwp_Track03

ALFIE:
The Raven Union is going

to attack London
before the year's out.

There will be
a proper argy-bargy.

Fuck off, mate.[GUNSHOT]

[GROANING IN AGONY]

THOMAS: The Union have
the regular Army on their side.

They have tanks,
artillery

and man power,
and they're up against...[BLOW STRIKES]

...poorly armed,
poorly led civilians.

BET:
We're charging you with...

subversion

and conspiring
to commit violent acts.

Take your clothes off.

Tell you what, sir...

This is the chap.

Colonel John Salt
of the Union Militia.

SALT: Before the war,
I worked at a place

we called Room 101.

A torture chamber really.

When you're ready, mate.

We're in a bit of a hurry.

Best find
the bus stop then, eh?

It's good
to see you, Thomas.

The big news is,
I'm engaged.

Oh, no kidding.

Goodbye, young man.

Perhaps we'll meet again.

You know me,
I love a crisis.

[♪♪♪]

CLIFF RICHARDS [OVER P.A.]:
London, rejoice!

Final victory
of the Raven Union is near.

With the might of
the armed forces on our side,

we will triumph
over the English League

and their young Queen.

The leftist factions
still tyrannize...

[BULLET RINGS OFF SPEAKER]

AZIZ: Hello, Martha.

Glad to see you amusing
yourself.

We have time
on our hands.

The Union just lob
the occasional mortar.

Waiting for us to surrender,
I guess.

How I wish
we could do that.

[GUNSHOT]Surrender.

The very word
sounds delicious.

News of Salt's escape
reached you I expect.

It did.

I'm sorry to waste
all your good work.

Entirely my fault.

What went wrong?

Sad to say,
I'm about 87% sure

we were set up
by Alfred Pennyworth.

Wow.[GUNSHOT]

The lousy son of a bitch.

A useful man you know
to be untrustworthy

is better
than no man at all.

I don't know
about that.

Talking of useful men,

I hear you ran into
an old friend of ours.

Oh. Oh, yes, yes.
Yeah, Thomas Wayne came by.

How is the rascal?

[DRY CHUCKLE]

That's why you came
all the way out here to see me.

Heh. I do try to avoid
front lines if I can.

Since when are you spying
on me, Victor?

Please.Seriously.

Seriously, Martha,
get a grip.

We were following
Thomas Wayne.

Right. Sorry.

Paranoia.

I know the feeling.

Thomas Wayne
was fine and dandy.

Blooming.
What d'you want to know?

[SNIFFS] Uh...

Still with
the same company, is he?

Yup.

And the company says
fuck liberty and democracy,

they're staying neutral.

Of course they are.
And that doesn't mean

we shouldn't cultivate
their friendship.

I hope you were friendly.Friendly? No.

[SIGHS, GRUNTS]

No?
I told him
to take a hike.

Why on earth
did you do that?

He only came by
to snoop around.

Fuck him
and fuck the CIA.

My dear Martha,
you must tell him

he need not hike anywhere
on your account.

The hell I will.

[EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE]

I gather he's engaged
to be married.

What of it?

Perhaps,
and I tread lightly here,

perhaps his engagement
has peeved you, somehow?

I'm not
the slightest bit peeved.

Uh-- Okay,
yeah, I'm peeved.

[STAMMERS]

I'm peeved because
he and his paymasters

are standing by
and letting fascists
take over this country.

And we, Martha,
must do our best

to encourage them
not to do that.

For liberty and democracy
and all that.

It's your duty.

[CROW SQUAWKS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

What are you looking at?

Where are
you taking me?

Wherever
this bus goes.

If it ever comes.

Then we'll see.

Just so long as we're out
of the immediate vicinity.

I want to go home.

You can't.Why not?

First place
they'll be looking for you.

Looking for me?

Slow as paint.

You're lucky you've got me
watching out for you.

If I let you
go off on your own,

you'll be caught,
and they'll blame you

for killing Major Sutcliffe
and they'll hang you.

Now, you're with me
until I get this sorted.

Sorted? How?

Lord Harwood's
a close personal friend of mine.

Soon as I tell him
what's occurred,

he'll have it all expunged.

That's the technical word
for it.

Expunged.

Lord Harwood?

A friend of yours?

You're looking at me
like I'm a liar.

No.

If you say it's so.

He made me a captain,
got me this job.

If there's owt he can do for me,
his Lordship'll do it.

Fuck's sake, gloomy guts.

Time was you were banged up
naked with a cock in your face.

Look at you now.

I'm cold.

Why didn't
you say something?

Hey, you.

Hello.

You alright?
Mmm.

Give us your coat.

Pardon?

Your coat, man.

My coat?

I don't-- What?

Give us.
Your coat.

[BET SIGHS]

Thank you.

BET: Well, Where's
this fucking bus, eh?

♪ One, two
One, two, three, four! ♪

['50s STYLE ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS WITHIN]

[LIVELY CHATTERING]

Love, thank you.

WAITRESS:
Oi!

Get another one.

[POPS][EXHALES]
America.

BOTH [CHUCKLE]:
America.

When?

Lot of pay-offs
to make,

but we should be underway
end of next week.

When do we tell Chadley
and the staff?

We don't.

We'll leave 'em a note
and some cash.

Walk away
without saying goodbye?

That's cold.

It's just good sense.

If we tell the staff,
it's as good

as telling the whole city
we're leaving.

[SCOFFS]
We are leaving.

People will say
we're running away.

We are running away.

We're not running away,
we're moving on.

Since when d'you care
what other people say?

I don't.

I just don't want
any aggravation, that's all.

Surprise is always
the best strategy.

True. Especially when
you're running away.

But you'll tell Sandra
you're leavin', eh?

When the time's right.

I feel bad for her.
Poor wee thing.

Fuck's sake, Daveboy.

BAZZA [SIGHS]:
He feels bad too.

I feel great
thank you very much.

We're making
a fresh start.

New horizons.

Stands to reason there'll
be hard choices along the way.

[RAIN PATTERING]

DAVEBOY:
Here's to hard choices then, eh?

BAZZA:
Hard choices.

Hard choices.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[DEAD PHONE TONE RINGS OUT]

Sod it.

Lines are down.

[SHIVERING]
What'll we do?

I'm thinking.

I'm tired.

I can't walk
anymore.

We'll have
to hide somewhere

until I can talk
to his Lordship.

Word of what we've done
will be all over by now.

I haven't
done anything.

Stop moaning.

Come on.

BET:
There we are then.

[HANDCUFFS CLICK]

Nice and cozy, eh?

Mm-hmm.

It'll do.

I'll try his Lordship
again later

and the phones'll work...

...and we'll be right as rain.

[♪♪♪]

GAUNT:
Have you ever been
to Liverpool, Jimmy?

Can't say
that I have.

Ghastly place.

But I like
the people though.

Amusing.

Stubborn.

I wish to God
they would surrender.

All of them.
Manchester, London.

Horrors
they would save us from.

Well, you know
they won't, old girl.

Not yet.

One last fierce assault
should break them.

They leave us no choice.Now, there are always choices.

[SALT COUGHS]

Oh.
Ah

HARWOOD:
Salt, it's good

to have you
back on the job.

What would we do without you?

What d'you got
for us today?

Good morning,
your Lordship.

Mrs. Gaunt.

I have the results
of the latest Stormcloud tests.

[FOLDER THUMPS ON DESK]

Well, I'll--
I'll look at those later.

Stormcloud tests?

That sounds intriguing.

HARWOOD:
Well, it's all very speculative.

You know these boffins.

On what
are they speculating?

I'm sorry, sir.
I assumed Mrs. Gaunt knew.

Never mind, Salt.

It's all
top secret stuff.

Top secret, from me?

These things have
to be kept close.

Strictly
need to know basis.

I need to know.

It's chemicals.

Chemicals?
Yes.

Gases and so forth.

Salt can fill you in
on all the details.

But I say it's all
very speculative.

You mean poisonous gases?

For God's sake,
woman, we're at war.

You want choices?
Well, here's a damn choice.

Well, Colonel Salt,
tell me about

these 'speculative'
gases of yours.

Yes, ma'am.

The science department
reports

the latest tests of
the prototype are promising,

as regards reaction time
and post mortem presentation.

I have the numbers here
if you'd like to look at them.

And what, in God's name,
is post mortem presentation?

How the victims
look after death.

An important metric.

[DRY CHUCKLE]

You can go now.

I know, I know.

You needn't
give me a lecture.
You're right.

This won't do.

Promise me to put an end
to this monstrosity.

The boffins come up
with this clever stuff

and it's hard
not to get drawn in.

Promise me.

There is a moral argument
to be made.

Oh, really?

In cold numbers of human death
and injury caused,

gas is actually no worse than
aerial bombing and artillery.

Except there's
no structural damage.
See, that's the thing.

No, Jimmy.
That is not the thing.

You're right.[KNOCKS ON TABLE]

It won't do.
I'll put a stop to it.

[STAMMERS]
I'll-- I will.

ARCHBISHOP POTTER [ON TV]:
No, it is not famine...[DOOR OPENS]

or disease
that will bring humanity low.

It is not Lord Harwood
and his fascist cronies.

We'll see them off.What are you watching?

The nuclear bomb, my friends.It was cowboys.

That's the enemy.

They say the bomb
brings peace.[SIGHS]

Those are the dread--

[TURNS OFF TV]

Cup of tea?I'm having a sherry.

I'll put the kettle on.
I've got good news.

[WARILY]
What's that then?

-We've got the money.
-What money?

We've got enough money now
for the bribes

and the transit papers
and the visas.

We're going
to America, Mom.

A new life.

Just now on the telly,
a man in America died

from a bear
having a go at him.

They get up to all sorts,
the animals over there.

Not everywhere.

Not in the cities.

I keep telling you
I'm not going

and you keep acting
as though you can't hear me.

"A new life," he says.
What am I going to do
with a new life?

Well, I'm not gonna
leave you here, am I?

What if the neighbors
came round and saw you
like this?

Like what?

There's cobwebs
on the mantel

and you're on the sherry
and chips watching Bonanza.

If Dad was here he'd say,
"Where's your gumption, Mother?"

He'd say,
"Pull your socks up."

And I'd tell him where
to shove his bloody socks.

And bugger
the neighbors!

They point at me
and whisper.

There's her
whose son killed his father.

Stay away from her.
I can't even look at you

without thinking
about what happened.

[♪♪♪]

That's all
in the past, Mom.

We have to try
to move forward.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't
have said that.

Sorry.

That's alright, Mom.

I don't want
to move forward, Alfie.

I just want
to end my life here,

and sooner
rather than later.

In a place I'm used to.

Least said
soonest mended, eh?

[DRY CHUCKLE]

I'll put the kettle on.

[OBJECTS CLATTER]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Pleasure
to see you, ma'am.

What brings you
to London?

The food.
Mmm.

Don't get me started.

I'm on route to Moscow.
Figure I'd stop by.

There's a project underway
that's best discussed

face to face.
Yes, ma'am.

We have a problem
with the hydrogen bomb.

Well, it's a great product,
but the public don't like it.

Image wise,
the nuclear disarmament folks

have done a darn good job

of painting us
as greedy warmongers.

We're over it.

We're going to start kicking
some public relations butt.

[DUBIOUS]
It sounds like an idea.

The top anti-nuclear
campaigner in England

is Archbishop Potter,

Prime Minister of
The English League.

Now, he's got
beaucoup moral authority,

and he is highly
problematic to kill.

So what do we do?

Take away
his moral authority, I suppose.

Can you say that
with a smile?

Do I have to?

Politics is dirty,
Thomas.

You got to enjoy playing
in the dirt.

I follow
policy directives.

Whether or not
I enjoy the task.

I'm glad
to hear you say so.

I haven't gotten to the part
you really won't enjoy.

[LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Hello, Alfie.

Evening.

Join us.

I wanted a word
with your girl here,

but I can come back later
if you're busy.

Nah, we're just talking
a bit of business.
Oh?

I was just saying to Sand here,
I've been in discussions

with the manager
of the Hippodrome.

He's figured of offering her
a shot as an opening act.

[SANDRA CHUCKLES]
Nice.

We've got to choose
the right repertoire,

you know, work on
her stagecraft as we call it,

but things
are looking really good.

SANDRA:
Dad says we have to strike
while the iron's hot

and all that--
I don't think I'm ready.

Oh, give over.
Look at you.

You're beautiful,
you sing like a fucking bird,

what more could you want,
am I right?

He's right.

Sky's the limit,
Sands.

Right, I'll leave
you two lovebirds to it.

Gotta piss. Me bladder's
like a prune these days.

Don't do anything
I wouldn't do.

SANDRA:
Dad!

Go on then.

What?

You wanted a word.

Right.
Yeah, I do.

Don't worry,
I won't give you the elbow

when I'm rich and famous,
if that's what you're
worried about.

That's, that's good.
Yeah, no, it's some--

You can be my bodyguard.

We'll be flying around
in airplanes and that.

It'll be
ever so glamorous.

Sounds nice.Well, you know me, I'm loyal.

Yeah, you are.

[DRY CHUCKLE]

Why you looking sad?

I'm not,
I'm just thinking...

What the fuck's
he doing here?

SANDRA: Who?Thomas Wayne.

I, um, I better go

and say hello.

We'll talk later, yeah?

[JAZZ SONG ENDS]

Mr. Wayne?

Alfred!

What a--
What a pleasant surprise.

You work here?

It's my club.

[STAMMERS]
Wow, uh, that's excellent.

You're doing
very well then. Bravo.

You were home
in the States.

Well, I was.

I'm back.

Welcome back then,
I suppose.

Thomas, my dear,
how are you?

Hello,
I'm Aleister Crowley.

Alfred Pennyworth.

Ah, the notorious
Alfred Pennyworth.

I've heard
so much about you.

What a lovely place
you have.

I thought
you'd look more butch.

You're so young
and pretty.

Alright.

Nice to meet you,
Mr. Crowley.

Sheri...
- Yes, Alfie.

Take good care
of these gentlemen for me.

Mr. Wayne's an old friend.

SHERI:
Will do, Alfie.

Gentlemen...

Come with me.

SHERI:
Here we are.

What can I get you?

Gin and tonic,
please, my dear.

A glass of milk.
- Sure.

You might have chosen
a more discreet place
to meet.

Oh, don't worry.

Tout le monde gathers here.

One might bump into anyone
without arousing suspicion.

What can I do for you,
Thomas?

I was surprised
to hear from you.

We parted
in such acrimony.

Yeah,
I was surprised myself.

My superiors
have a proposal for you.

You have superiors?
You astonish me.

Tell all.

We gather
you're very well connected

inside the Raven Union.

You gather correctly.

But...

you're held
at arms length,
in the shadows.

Because you do
the squalid things

that other people
find repugnant.

A sort of carrion bird.

Precisely.

I'm loving
the proposal so far.

A close friendship
with a U.S. agency

would elevate your status
inside the Union, would it not?

You intrigue me.
Go on.

If a particular individual,

identified as harmful
to Anglo-American relations,

if that person suffered
some sort of...

scandal,

driving them
from public life...

Langley would find a way
of showing gratitude.

I accept your proposal.

Who's my pigeon?

Archbishop Potter.

Archbishop Potter?

Prime Minister
of the English League.

Pillar of morality.

Difficult,
but not impossible.

Consider it done.

I'm sorry that you're
so personally conflicted.

My personal feelings
are neither here nor there.

I have only one condition.

Don't give me

any of your soul selling
drivel.

No, no, you've
already sold your soul.

All I want...

is a kiss.

[INCREDULOUS LAUGH]

God loves you, Thomas,

but He's very judgmental,
isn't He?

Satan doesn't judge.

He adores every part of you.

Even the squalid
lust for advancement
that led you here.

All he wants in return,
is a little respect.

A gesture of friendship.

You're serious?

Always.

[WHISPERS]
Goddamn it...

Thank you.

AZIZ:
Manchester and Liverpool
can hold out for now at least.

If we send them
more men and supplies,

they may last
a couple of months more,

but they will still be defeated
in the end.

ARCHBISHOP POTTER:
I won't hear such talk.

We must think positively.

There is always hope.Hear hear!

With all due respect,
Prime Minister,

I am thinking positively.

We must use the time
and the resources we still have

to build better defenses
for London.

I disagree. We cannot afford
to lose any more territory.

We must resolve
to hold Manchester
and Liverpool at all costs.

Resolution is all very well,
Mr. Ripper,

but it's
no impedance to tanks.

Are they really
truly doomed?

They've done jolly well
so far.

Doomed, ma'am, and draining
vital resources from London.

RIPPER:
For a policeman,
you're very sure

of your military expertise.

Are gravediggers
any more qualified?

Chair recognizes
the Woodcraft Folk.

Speaking as a person
of proud Cornish descent,

I'd like to point out,
the all too typical

London-centric focus
of this debate.Oh, my God.

Your point is
well taken, young man.

Let us take a brief moment
to send our prayers and thoughts

to the people of Cornwall
and the Channel Islands,

fighting the good fight
alongside us.

[♪♪♪]

- Operator.
- Hello, Operator.

Put us through to Raven Union HQ
switchboard in Watford, please.

- Right away.
- Raven Union headquarters.

Hello, Lord Harwood's
office, please.

SECRETARY [OVER PHONE]:
What's this regarding, please?

That's my business, pet.

You can say it's a friend
of his Lordship.

[SHEEP BAAING IN DISTANCE][PHONE RINGING WITHIN]

Leader's office.

Good morning.

May I speak to his Lordship,
if you'd be so kind.

Name and purpose of call?

It's a personal matter.
We're old friends.

Name?

Tell him it's Bet.

I'm in a spot of bother
and I need his help.

Thank you, madame.
Your call has been logged

and will receive
the appropriate attention.

No, pet.
you don't understand.

I need to speak to him.

That's not how it works.
Good day to you.

Hel--? Hello?

Hello?

Hello, Operator.

Primrose 2154, please.

Yes, I know
they're under siege.

But they've still got phones,
haven't they?

I need to speak
to my sister.

Well, when are you
gonna switch 'em back on?

That's
no bloody good, is it?

Could take months.

Thanks for nothing.

[♪♪♪]

KATIE:
Help!

Help! I'm in here!

Hellfire!
Why are you yelling?

I told you
I'd come back, didn't I?

You've been gone for hours.[BOTTLES CLINKING]

Well, I'm back now.

I've got bread
and then cheese

margarine, and...

a bottle of Tizer.

I'll make
the sandwiches.

You can help
if you like.

We'll have a picnic.

I thought
I was going to die.

Death by being
on your own
for a bit?

Terrible way to go.

I was scared
you wouldn't come back.

Don't be silly.

Now then,
I'll uncuff you,

but you'll have to promise
not to play silly buggers.

-Alright?
-I promise.

Honestly, how
a nervous nelly like you

could go around
doing terrorism?

You must have been
shitting yourself.

I'm not a terrorist.

So you keep saying.I'm not.

I'd like to believe you, duck,
I would,

but they do it
by science now,

identifying subversives.

They've got machines.

American machines.

The yanks aren't going
to get it wrong, are they?

They're sending
a bastard to the moon.

I told you,
I'm an art student.

I go to Norwich Poly.

That reminds me.

You could do us
a drawing, eh?

Take your mind off things.

I don't feel like drawing.

Go on.
You can draw me.

I don't want to.

Doesn't have to be me.

Use your imagination.

I don't want to draw.

Oh, I see.

You're not
an artist, are you?

That was lies.

You don't want to draw

because you'll show yourself up
to be a bloody terrorist.

That is not--

You...

Okay, I'll
draw something.

Good lass.

[TOOLS CLATTERING]

I'll know
if you're any good, mind.

My little sister
were mad for drawing.

Years after she'd gone
we'd find her pencils

down the settee.

[♪♪♪]

[SCRIBBLING]

[KATIE GRUNTS]

Why'd you do that?

Please let me go!
Please!

I've told you more than once
why that's not on.

Why can't you see sense?Because you're crazy!

I'm--
I'm trying to help you.

I am.

MILITIA MAN:
Oi!

This area is closed
by order of county marshals.

Sorry, duck.

Didn't see the signs.
We'll be off.

What were you doin'?

Having a snog.

BET:
Not illegal, is it?

Let's see
your ID cards.

-Left 'em at home.
-You're coming with us then.

[MEN GRUNTING]

[YELLS, THEN GRUNTS IN PAIN]

Thank you.

You took long enough.

[BET GRUNTS, SIGHS]

Are they--
Are they alright?

Yeah. Not to worry.

[BOTTLE SHATTERS]

[MAN GRUNTS][KATIE GASPING]

No!
[MAN GAGGING]

[GLASS SHATTERS]What?

Why did you do that?

Can't have 'em telling
where we are.

We'll have hundreds
of the buggers after us.

[KATIE GAGS AND RETCHES]

You're a bit soft
for a terrorist, innit ya?

I'm not a terrorist!

Oh, keep your knickers on.

I'm just teasing you.

Best be off, eh?

[♪♪♪]

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

WOMAN [OVER PHONE]:
Hello, is Alfie there, please?

I'm afraid he's at work.

You're sure he's not there?

I just said that, didn't I?

Just want to be
on the safe side.

[MRS. PENNYWORTH SCREAMING]

Get your hands off me!

Get your filthy hands off me!

Who the fuck are you?!

Get off! Get off!

Get off!

[MRS. PENNYWORTH EXCLAIMS]

Fucking asshole!

You fucking bastards!

Thank you.SANDRA: Alfie!

Guess what?
What?

I'm on at the Hippodrome!

They said yes!Hey! That's brilliant!

Well done, girl![SANDRA GIGGLES]

I'm bottom of the bill
and I only sing one song,

but still, the Hippodrome.

Hey, I'm really,
really proud of you.

It's three weeks
from Saturday.

You'll come, won't you?

Make sure
you haven't got a job on.

Um, yeah.
'Course.

I'll try.You'll try?

Yeah.

No.
No, I'll be there.

But you never know,
do you?

There's a war on.

Don't say that.

What song
you going to sing?

Well, Dad wants me
to sing a ballad,

but I'll be ever so nervous

and my ballads are wobbly
when I'm nervous...

I think I'd rather do more of
a sing along sort of number.

What do you reckon?

Um, I'll have a think.

It'd be nice if I sing
a song you choose.

It was you that gave me
the courage to do this.

No, no, it's you
that's done this.

You, with your talent
and your goodness.

Nothing to do with me.
You remember that.

MAN: Sandra...Yeah?

You had something
to wanted to tell me?

No. No, never mind.

Not important.

Okay.

Texas hold 'em is
all they play in Las Vegas.

I'll get the hang of it,
but it's a strange game.

It's more of a knife fight
than a chess match.

[SIGHS]

Problem?

Nah. Cushty.

You don't have to go.

Do what?

I'm going,
but you don't have to.

What are you on about?

You're mad.
I'm going.

How old's that sandwich?

Old.

[PHONE RINGING]

If it's the Queen,
I'm not here.

Hello?

Bazza, is Alfie there?

He's right here.

Alfie,
it's your mother.

Mom?

Alfie...

I've been kidnapped.

Are you alright?
Have they hurt you?

I'm alright.

They want me to read
this letter to you.

It's going
to be alright, Mom.

"If you want
to see me alive again,

"come alone with $20,000

"to the corner of
Battlebridge Road

"and York Way.

"They know you've got the money
so don't try to bargain.

"You've got one hour.

Alone, or I'm dead."

It's going
to be alright, Mom.

Don't do it, Alfie!

[GASPS][HANGS UP PHONE]

[DIAL TONE]

Mom's been taken.

They want the money
in Kings Cross.

One hour.I'll get the car...

[BOTH GRUNT]You silly cow!
What d'you do that for?

Daveboy!
Boots on!

[♪♪♪]

It costs nothing
to be polite.

Do you want
to fucking die?

I'm not bothered.

Couldn't care less.

You'd offer me a glass of
water if you was a gentleman.

[WATER POURS FROM FAUCET, STOPS]

Very kind.

Who are you people?

That's why we have masks.

So you don't know who we are.

Must be very hot.

MALE DRIVER:
Give me the bag.

Where's me mom?

Give me the bag
and we'll let her go.

Fuck off.
No mom, no bag.

That ain't the plan.

It's all there.
No trouble.

But you got
to show me my mom first.
That's only reasonable.

Give me the fucking bag, mate,
or we'll kill her!

Not your shout, is it?

You're an oily rag.

Go and tell your guvnor that
I won't cough up
until I see my mom.

Wait here.

[PIERCING WHISTLE]

I'm losing my touch.

I told you two to stay away.

Now get the fuck
out of here.

Nah, it's only me.

Bazza!

Sorry.Now fucking leg it,

before he comes back.

Are you sure?Yes, get in the car.

[SMALL DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[THUMP IN DISTANCE]

[METALLIC CLATTERING
IN DISTANCE]

Take out your gun
and drop it.

[GUN CLATTERS]Get in.

Only two of you?

I know judo
and all that you know.

From the army.

[LAUGHING]
Try something.

What's that?
A flare gun?

I'm not a ship at sea.

It's a .44 Magnum,

and it'll take
your head off

like a walnut whip.

Nah. That's
a flare gun, mate.

Are you sailors?
I know you're fucking amateurs.

You're sailors, aren't you?
Jolly jack tars.

Is that a flare gun? Is it?Oh no, I stand corrected.

It's not a flare gun.[GRUNTS IN PAIN]

You, keep drivin'.

If you've hurt my mom...

I don't even know
what I'll do.

[GRUNTING IN PAIN]Steady on, mate!
She's alright!

Look, it's only business,
and we're all businessmen.

Businessmen?

Take off your mask.

I don't know you.
Who the fuck are you?

We're just
hired hands, mate.

Who's your guvnor?I don't know.

Give over.I swear!

He only hired us last week.

We met him twice and he wears
a mask all the time.

Like a secret mastermind
sort of thing.

Calls himself Mr. X.Where were you taking me?

DRIVER:
Caravan on Clerkenwell Fields.

Who's there?
Your mum--
Well, a nice little old lady,

I assume that's your mum--
and the guvnor.

And three other blokes. Muscle.
I don't know who they are.

What, they wear
masks too, do they?

Ugh--
Please don't hit me again.

Take the second left.

Amateurs.

[CHUCKLES]

The money's all here.

Where's me mom?

Well, where's me mom?

ALFIE:
Bring her out here.

Your money's all there, mate.

Hand her over
and I'll give this
to you, I walk away.

But mom comes first.

MRS. PENNYWORTH:
Alfie?!
Mom?

MRS. PENNYWORTH:
Is that you?

You alright?I'm alright, son.

Don't give
the bastards a penny!

MR. X: Shut it!Or else what?

You leave this to me!

MRS. PENNYWORTH:
You've worked hard
for that money!

Mom! Be quiet
and let me handle this.

MRS. PENNYWORTH:
Don't you tell me
to be quiet! You go away!

That money's
for my grandchildren,

if you ever settle down,
which you should.

Not now, Mom!

MRS. PENNYWORTH:
You promised me you that,

and I'll die happy.

For fuck's sake.

Freeze!

Toss your guns away.

Now get on your knees,
hands on your head.

Now!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[GUNFIRE][PEOPLE CLAMORING]

It's okay, I've got you.

Yeah?
Yeah.

[GUNFIRE;
MRS. PENNYWORTH SCREAMS]

Stop!

Hold your fire, boys!

You alright?I'm alright.

Are you alright?Yeah, I'm alright.

Alfie!

Get the-- Fuck.

Be a good chap
and come quietly, would you?

Alright, Daveboy?

Oi, smashing.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Fuck.
They've got my money.

You let them get away!What money is that?

Ransom money.
They abducted my mom!

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Perhaps we got
the wrong end of the stick.

We've been watching you
and we rather suspected

you were meeting with the men
who took Colonel Salt.

Oh...A division of spoils.

This was not them?

Why would you suspect that?

Why do you suppose
I would suspect that?

You're wrong.

And that's
besides the point.

You've buggered me
good and proper now.

Mr. Aziz.

I might have known.

DAVEBOY:
You bastards.

I was off
to fuck Doris Day.

You're an albatross,
you are.

Hmm.

[♪♪♪]

[CROW CAWS]

[PANTING]

Oh, God...

Forgive me.

[LOUD GRUNTING WITH EACH STRIKE]

[GASPS]

NUN:
Oh, sir! Don't do that.

[CROWLEY SOBBING]

Oh...

Oh God, I beg you!

Forgive me!

Forgive me.

My child, please stop.

Tell me
what's wrong.

Only God can help me.

I talk with God
all the time.

Perhaps I can help you
get in touch with him.

Let's have
a cup of tea, shall we?

ARCHBISHOP POTTER:
Would you like some liniment
for your head?

You'll have a nasty bruise.

A sign of piety
among the Saracen.

Will you tell me
your troubles, young man?

You don't have
to tell me anything of course.

You don't have
to speak at all

if you don't want to.

Tea and biscuits is
often enough, don't you find?

You know my troubles.

How can
I know your troubles?

Don't you know who I am?

I know who you are.

What do you know?

You believe you're
a servant of the Devil.

I've never suffered
such a delusion myself,

so I can't truly know
your troubles.

I can guess,

but I don't want
to do that.

I want to escape from him,

but I don't know
if I have the strength.

You have the strength.

The Devil has
no servants.

He's a ghost we conjure up
to explain away our sins.

He's the dog
that ate your homework.

ARCHBISHOP POTTER:
Let your mind dwell
in the light of God

and he will disappear
like a shadow.

I've seen him.

I've touched him.

He did evil things to me.

I know he's real.

More real than you or I.

What did he do to you?

It's not that
I don't want to tell you,

but you wouldn't believe
or understand me.

[SCOFFS]
You can let me try.

I'm not sure you want
to go where I'll take you.

Don't you worry about me.

Close your eyes.

[♪♪♪]

Leave this world.

Go down to the darkest depths
of your imagination.

Then descend further.

And further.

Imagine feeling,

in that moment of vile
unspeakable degradation,

the most intense bliss.

As if the universe trembled
at your touch

and opened up like a flower.

[EXHALES]

I'm afraid my imagination
has no such depths.

I could show you.

But I wouldn't want
to do that.

You seem like
a good kind man.

[TEA CUP CLATTERING]

I'm sorry to burden you
with my torments.

Oh, heavens,
don't apologize.

I'm here to help.

What d'you mean exactly,

you could show me?

Those depths?

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]