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I need to be sure of you, Alfie.

You've been
a little flighty recently.

I need three seats
on next week's flight to Gotham.

I hope America's worth
all this shite.

The League have elected
a new prime minister.

Victor Aziz.

This new chap, Aziz,

were he approached
confidentially,

he might listen to reason.

Do you speak for Harwood
and the Union or for yourself?

I speak for the good
of the English people.

Secret meetings
with the prime minister

of the English League.

I went to speak to him
on your behalf.

Guards.

I was trying to help you!

Regarding Mrs. Gaunt--

everyone I spoke to

believes she's innocent
of the charges

-against her.
-Do they?

Take Lord Harwood away
and confine him to his quarters.

I can explain.

You haven't told him?

Told him what?

That you're pregnant.

No, not yet.

Don't blame you.

He will freak the fuck out.

Fuck.

We have a job for you.

We'll pay you very well.

I don't need your money.

Then we won't pay you
with money.

We'll pay you with silence.

What's that mean?

You're meeting privately
with another man's wife.

There's a lady involved.

Mrs. Troy.

You fucking suicidal lunatic

that you are.

The wife of Gully Troy?

I gather the relevant husband

is a man of strong feeling.

Gully's dangerous.

Mad as a hatter.
The job we have

in mind won't take long.
It's a simple extraction.

One man.

Professor Fox, we have to go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

What have you got for us,
Professor?

Film.

Stormcloud.

The new version is at least

five times more powerful
than projected.

They could kill
the entire population of London

with a device the size
of a cigarette lighter.

Someone's grassed us up.

Has he been acting strange
at all?

No.

Don't take the chance.

Get out of there.

Thank you for letting me know.

-Hello, Alfie.
-All right, boys.

Melanie.

Fuck's sake.

You're lucky I didn't kill you.

Mm. Well, that's me.

Lucky.

-What are you doing here?

Should I not have come?

You're taking a big risk.

The risk's half the fun, no?

No.

Gully doesn't know anything.

Stands to reason.

Neither of us
would be walking around.

Someone knows.

-People know.
-Fuck people.

Do you want to get found out?

Do you have a death wish?

Hmm.

We're asking
the deep questions now.

Okay.

Why are you ashamed
of who you really are?

Who's that then?

Oh, you play
this hard-hearted tough guy,

but, actually,
you're kind of a softie.

Mm, feminine almost.

-Get out.

-You're a do-gooder.
-Mm.

You only like me because
you think I need rescuing.

You got me all wrong, love.

-Heart of stone, me.
-Mm.

See?

Ashamed.

Did you come here
for the banter or what?

Mm-mmm.

-Need.

I appeal to you, my people,
at this time of great need.

Uh, I...

urge you, my people,
at this critical time.

I urge you, my people,
at this critical time.

...intercepted
before they reach the capital.

No supper for the League
tonight.

We sign off with greetings
to our leader, Lord Harwood,

who's taking some time off
at his country estate,

recovering from a bout of the flu.

Bloody liars.

We wish him all the very best.

Get well soon, Your Lordship.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

-Sir...
-It's all right, old chap.

Just gonna sit
under the old walnut tree.

This is your perimeter, sir.

Father planted it
on my seventh birthday.

I'm sorry, sir.
You can't go any further.

Don't be absurd.

It's only ten feet away.

Do I look
like I'm gonna run off?

-Orders.

You, Colonel Salt?

-In charge?
-Colonel as was.

"Sir John Salt" being
my current title.

In charge
of the whole damn country?

Yeah, it seems strange
to me, too, but there we are.

-I shall do my best.
-What about the Union Council?

An advisory body, sir.

When the chancellor's
indisposed,

the Union constitution
stipulates

that his deputy administers
business until such time

as the chancellor is fit
for duty again.

Or, if he is unable to return,

an election can be held.

Ridiculous. But very well.

You can start
by putting Harwood on trial.

-Trial?
-Speedy trial for murder

or commitment
to a lunatic asylum.

-The Army won't settle for less.
-Nor should they.

But a trial now?

It would be a terrible blow
to the war effort.

And the war's near won.

Only London remains.

A war won mostly by the Army
so far.

We will win,

with or without
your Raven Union militias.

With or without Harwood.

I'm sure you're right, General.

So why talk of disunity
at this bright moment?

If we simply bide our time

and keep Harwood locked up
safe and quiet on his estate

until victory is ours,

-would that be such a crime?
-Mm.

We need him alive and well
for now,

smiling for the newsreels.

Nobody need know
he's your prisoner.

Perhaps you're right.

And if,
as an absolute last resort,

we were forced
to use Stormcloud...

...it would be done
in Harwood's name.

God forbid.

Hmm?

Oh, yes, indeed.

God forbid.

Now, in the meantime,

I think it's best
we formulate a plan

-in Harwood's absence.
-Yes, yes.

I understand
the southern territories are...

Sykes' Pain Supplies.

Is that Bet?

Bet Sykes?

No, it's Peg, her sister.

Who's this?

I work for Raven HQ.

I transfer Lord Harwood's calls.

Oh, yes, love.

Is anything wrong?

Yes, actually.

There is something wrong.

The president and her people

have discussed your report
in depth.

They've decided
we're gonna let this one ride.

You're doing nothing?

-No action?
-Plenty action.

All but essential
U.S. government personnel

are to be evacuated from London.

By stages, as discreetly
as possible, of course.

And then what?

Well, this is
an internal dispute

in a sovereign nation.

None of our business.

A brand-new weapon
of mass destruction

is likely gonna be used
on civilians.

That's not America's business?

No.

Can we at least brief Prime
Minister Aziz on the situation?

The League have no idea
what they're facing.

-The people of London...
-No, absolutely not.

The League leadership
and the London public

will find out about Stormcloud
soon enough.

It's not our job to inform them.

The U.S. government
doesn't officially know

about Stormcloud,

and we don't need to know.

We need deniability.

But you do know.

I'll deny that.

-You...
-Ma'am, surely now is the time

for the U.S. government
to intervene forcefully,

to forbid the use of Stormcloud
under international laws.

If Stormcloud is used,

it'll end the war
pretty damn quick, right?

Uh, well...

Well, yes, I guess it would.

Well, your president thinks
ending wars quickly is good.

My God.

You sons of bitches want them
to use Stormcloud?

Dr. Fox, you've been through
a harrowing experience.

Emotional feelings
are only to be expected.

You'll both be on the embassy
flight tomorrow, without fail.

Now, until then,

you speak to no one.

Silence.

Clear?

Clear, Chief.

-Very clear.
-Wait a minute. You...

You cut me off!

I had so much more
to say to her!

That is
precisely why I cut you off.

I was doing you a favor.

Don't do me any more favors.

Once those people mark you down
as unreliable, you're out.

I want out anyway.

And you are "those people."

Two fair points.

And "those people" are fixing to
drop-drop a literal terror bomb

on the city we're standing in.

And those people want us to
run away without warning anyone.

Again, fair points.

I should've let you dig
a deeper hole for yourself.

I apologize.

How the heck can you be so calm
and complacent?

Are you seriously gonna go along
with this shit?

I'm just as mad as you are.

We work
for coldhearted sons of bitches,

and now they've crossed a line.

There's no use
telling them that.

They know what they are.

You won't change their minds--

you'll only irritate them.

Better than saying
nothing at all.

-I beg to differ.

Someday, when you need
federal research money

for some cockamamie invention,
you'll thank me.

-Hello?
-Martha?

Oh. Hi.

I'm-I'm glad you rang.

-We need to talk.
-Yes, we do.

As soon as possible.

Uh... Yes.

Good. It's important.

Yes, it is.

What is it you're talking about?

Well... what do you want
to talk about?

Well, I don't want to say
over an open line.

Okay, well... same.

Let's say this evening
at your place?

-Um...

I'll be here.

Good.

Huh.

-What?
Huh.

-What?
Just...

huh.

He was acting kind of weird.

So were you.

No, thanks.

Oh, right.

Taxi!

-I apologize.
-For what?

For calling you
one of those people.

I am one of those people.

I need a drink.
Do you drink, Lucius?

I will drink you
under the porch.

Two quid? You're robbing me,
Mr. Applebaum.

Robbing you? I'm killing myself.

That's solid oak, that is.

Oak shmoke.

By next week, matchwood, maybe.

You've been saying that
for years.

-And now I'm right.

That's a fiver, at least.

Alfie boy,
talk sense to your mum.

-They've got us surrounded.

London might be burning
next week.

-That right?
-Gonna kill all of us,

those that aren't making

-their lucky escape.

And she wants five pounds
for that?

Good morning, Alfie.

All right, Gully.

I'll be in the kitchen
if you need me, Alfie.

Come back later, Mr. A.

All right, mate.

-I'd like to apologize

for the way it all ended up
on the last job.

Things got
a little bit, uh, minty.

I've ironed the problem out
now though.

Mm.

So...

you really are leaving then.

Told you I was.

Hmm.
I've got one last job for you.

Real beauty.

I'm in the air tomorrow.

What's the hurry, Alfie?

Huh? Airplanes leave every week.

You'll find someone else.

I don't want anybody else.

I want you, Alfie.

Let me tell you about the job,
at least.

Your share would be ten grand,
minimum.

You could have a tunnel
under Threadneedle Street.

Makes no difference.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

You were just gonna, uh...

disappear, were you?

Without so much
as a word of farewell.

There's been no time.

Well, I'm glad we had this
chance to say goodbye at least.

Yeah.

Mm.

Is there something
you're not telling me, Alfie?

No.

Oh, well,
there must be something.

Must be.

No.

There is, isn't there?

No.

I beg, beg,

mind you,

a dear old comrade for help

and he refuses me because
he has a flight to catch?

Seems improbable to me.

Fuck's sake, Gully.

I'm going to America.

The flight's booked.

I got tickets with
seat numbers and everything.

Mm.

Right. Cheerio.

Cheerio.

You're breaking my heart, Alfie.

You're breaking
my fucking heart.

Ooh, look, love, new boys.

-Passes, please.
-Passes?

We live here.

You've still
to show your passes.

Cheeky monkey. Ignore 'em, Bet.

-Passes, indeed.
-Wait a sec.

Touch me
and I'll scream bloody murder.

She will, you know.
Klaxon with tits, this one.

I'm warning you.
Not a finger.

What's all this then?

-They'd not show their passes.
-Is that so?

Oi!

Hmm.

Just leave it on the side,
ladies.

Oh, my God.

-Look at the state of you.
Girls!

-How on earth did you get in?
-Well, never mind that.

We've come to get you out.

We've got a car and a driver
down the road.

Well, that's very heroic of you,

but how do you propose
to do that?

That's the British Army outside.

A dozen pimpled squaddies.
No trouble.

Well, go and get
your toiletries,

some clean underpants
and we'll be away.

-I suppose you heard what I did.

I lost my temper,

killed a poor boy.

-Beat him to death.
-Yeah, we heard.

Could happen to anyone.

I should have stayed
in Salford with you two.

-I was happy there.
-I told you as much at the time.

Now, by all means,
feel sorry for yourself,

but we've just duffed up
several squaddies,

-so we need to be away sharpish.
-No, I-I'm beaten.

The Army will never forgive me.
Salt planned it all along.

He removed my family
and my allies

and then he led me
by the nose to ruin,

like the foolish old goat I am.

Salt?

-That speccy plonker?
-I know.

It's hard to credit, isn't it?

My people came over
with the Conqueror.

We fought at Poitiers,
Agincourt, Water-fucking-loo.

And here I am,

deposed and deceived
by a jumped-up grocer.

He made himself indispensable
to me,

and now he's done exactly the
same to the Army and the Union.

And while he's ruling
in my name as my deputy,

then no one dare touch him.

Not if you stop him.

The best way to stop him
is to die now.

With me dead, he won't be able
to rule in my name.

He won't last long
without that leverage.

But then you'd be dead.

So let's keep
our thinking hats on, eh?

-Too right.
-No, good. You're right.

I can't exactly kill myself,
can I?

-Cardinal sin and all that.
-Correct.

So let's be away
before someone raises the alarm.

Lord Harwood,
the house is surrounded

by a battalion
of the 3rd Rutland Infantry.

You cannot escape.

I ask you to surrender yourself
and your accomplices

without further violence.

Sorry, ladies.

I seem to have led you
into a sad predicament.

It's not your fault.
We came of our own accord.

Mind you,
if you hadn't dithered...

No point nagging him now, eh?

How old are those sandwiches?

Oh, they're jolly good.
You should help yourself.

-I wasn't nagging him.
-You were.

No, I was merely pointing out

that if we'd left
five minutes earlier,

we'd be
in a better position now.

That's what nags do.

They merely point things out.

Clear.

I'll secure the library.

You there.

You tell them for me.

I don't want any more bloodshed,

but I don't trust
you Army chaps.

I'll surrender tomorrow.

Tomorrow and not before.

And only to Colonel Salt.

Only to him.

In person.

Colonel Salt!

Surrender?

Yes.

Well, I bought us some time.

We can have
a-a splendid evening together.

-Just like the old days.
-Lovely.

Couldn't be better.

She's being sarky now
'cause I called her a nag,

but she is, isn't she?

No, I am not.
-You are.

No, I'm not.

To me? Only to me?

They were very specific
on that point, sir.

Typical.

Empty theatrics, Miss Dixon.
Empty theatrics.

-Yes, sir.
-Damn the man!

I'll have to go.

We can't allow this to escalate.

Tell them
I'll be there in the morning.

Reiterate that he's not to be harmed.

Not to be harmed
under any circumstances.

Here we go, eh?!

Make way for Union VIPs.
Let us through.

Glory to the Union!

Glory to Lord Harwood!

Hooray! Glory to the Union!

-Glory to Lord Harwood!
-Hey!

Glory to the Union!

Glory to Lord Harwood!

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

I didn't warm to you,
Thomas, not at first.

Now I begin to like you.

Gee whiz.

You present
as a very conventional,

anally-retentive company man.

But now I see you have
a reckless, romantic side--

a kind of high-functioning
schizophrenia.

Huh. Well, uh,

I didn't much like you
at first either.

The jury's still out.

-Over there! Ha! No!

-Hey.
-Hey.

Still here then?

Off tomorrow.

Bon voyage, dosser.

Yeah. Fair play.

Gentlemen.

My liberator.

I never got a chance
to express my gratitude.

Oh, don't thank me.

It was all Mr. Wayne. Stopped
at nothing to get you out.

Ah. Yes. Um...

-I'm sorry I went to Aziz.

How did he persuade you
in the end?

Never you mind.

Come.

Join us.

Just the one. I'm on duty.

Alfred runs this place.

My last night, I'm happy to say.

Alfred and his mother
are on our same flight tomorrow.

You're leaving, too?

Shh.

It's a secret.

♪ Britain first♪

♪ At heaven's command♪

♪ Arose♪

♪ From out the azure main♪

♪ Arose, arose, arose...♪

You're jumping ship,
Mr. Pennyworth.

Had you down
for a true believer.

Mm. No, mate.

Strictly freelance. And
I wouldn't say I'm jumping ship.

I'd say
I was declining to back a loser.

♪ And guardian♪

He's very direct, isn't he?

He's a scientist.

-♪ Strain♪

♪ Rule, Britannia♪

-♪ Britannia rules the waves♪
-♪ We'll♪

-♪ Meet again♪
-♪ Britons never, never, never♪

-♪ Will be slaves♪
-♪ Don't know where♪

-♪ Don't know when♪
-♪ Rule, Britannia♪

-♪ But I know we'll meet again♪
-♪ Britannia rules the waves♪

♪ Some sunny day♪

♪ Britons never, never,
never will be slaves♪

-♪ The nations, not so blest♪
-♪ Keep smiling through♪

-♪ As thee must♪
-♪ Just like you♪

♪ In their turns,
to tyrants fall♪

♪ Always do♪

-Let her sing.
-♪ Till the blue skies♪

♪ Drive the dark clouds♪

♪ Far away♪

♪ So will you please say hello♪

♪ To the folks that I know♪

♪ Tell them I won't be long♪

♪ They'll be happy to know♪

♪ That as you saw me go♪

♪ I was singing this song♪

♪ We'll meet again♪

♪ Don't know where♪

♪ Don't know when♪

♪ But I know we'll meet again♪

♪ Some sunny day♪

♪ So will you please say hello♪

♪ To the folks that I know♪

♪ Tell them I won't be long♪

♪ They'll be happy to know♪

♪ That as you saw me go♪

♪ I was singing this song♪

♪ We'll meet again♪

♪ Don't know where♪

♪ Don't know when♪

♪ But I know we'll meet again♪

♪ Some sunny♪

♪ Day.♪

Some losers.

A little heavy on the gin,
my love?

-I'm celebrating.
-Oh?

Three winners in a row
at Sandown Park this afternoon.

Oh. Brava.

-Mm.

You don't look very happy.

Well, it's horse racing,
not Zen Buddhism.

Mm, you're never very happy.
Not recently.

It makes me wonder
if everything's quite, um,

shipshape.

-Shipshape?
-Mm.

Why wouldn't it be?

Well, quite.

What could--
what could possibly be wrong?

Everything is shipshape.

Good.

Just checking. Oh...

I'll have a little splash.

You haven't asked if
everything's all right with me.

Is everything all right
with you?

Well, uh, since you ask, uh...

I-I'm feeling
a little sad today.

Why is that?

I went to see...

Alfie.

-Oh?
-Yeah.

Tried to get him
on the next job,

but he said no.

Leaving for America, you know.

Oh. That's a shame.

But I expect you can manage
just fine without him,

can't you?

But, see, it's not just, uh...

not just that.

No, he-he seemed tense,

nervous.

It was almost as if he was...
scared of me.

-Well, I expect he was.
-Mm.

Lots of people
are scared of you.

I have a theory.

Mm?

-Want to hear it?
-I can't stop you.

Yeah, I think...

Alfie was scared of me

because he suspected
that I know the truth.

What truth?

Oh, come on.

-What truth?
-You know.

-I know what?
-The truth.

The truth. The truth.
Gully, stop talking in riddles.

Riddles? No.

A joke...

maybe.

Melanie.

I know.

You know what?

No.

I want to hear you say it.

Oh, come on. Say it.

Just say it. Huh?

-Say it. Tell me. Tell me.

Tell me. Say it.

-Say it!
-You want me to say

that I fucked Alfie Pennyworth,
huh?

Is that what you want?

All right.

-I fucked him.
-Oh.

-And I loved it.
-Hmm.

-Next time,

you can watch if you like.

A whore like you,
why wouldn't you fuck him?

-Now get up!

-Come here. Come here.

Come here.

-Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Over here.

God! God!

-Stop! Stop.

Not that I care what you think,

but do you think
I'm doing the right thing?

Well, I'm glad
I can say yes for once,

without a shadow of a doubt.

Obviously.

You're getting your mother
and yourself out of harm's way.

Exactly.

Stay here and fight?

Why? What for?

Can't hold back the tide.

Can't be done.

Isaac Newton sorted all that.

Isaac Newton sorted what?

Tides. Caused by the gravity
of the moon.

I know how bloody tides work.

I'm saying
you can't argue with gravity.

Oh, really?

Speak for yourself.

Who are you talking to?

Melanie.

I was, um, thinking aloud.

What happened?

-Are you all right?
-Been better.

-Eh.

Come on.

He said you seemed scared.

Made him suspicious.

That's it? That's all he has?

Were you?

Scared.

No.

Well, maybe a bit.

I denied everything,
but he just-- he knew.

And he attacked me
and strangled me.

I hit him with a vase.

I think he's hurt,
but I don't know.

There was a lot of blood.

I ran away.

You don't know where he is now?

No.

Turns out you were wrong.

I don't have a death wish.

I was actually...

very frightened.

Well, there's
a silver lining then.

No death wish.

And you're safe here.

As angry as he was, I could see
in his heart that he was glad.

Now he can be his true self.

He'll kill me.
I'm not safe anywhere.

I'll handle Gully.

No.

No, you have a plane to catch.

And you'd better be on it.

Or he'll kill you, too.

You'd better come to America
with me then.

Sure.

-Have you got a passport?
-Yes, but...

You're sorted then.

I've still got plenty of cash,
and that's all it takes

-to get you there.
-No, it's a lot of money.

Easy come, easy go.

You...

you would really do that?

For me?

I'm buying you a plane ticket.
I'm not offering marriage.

Yeah, well, I'd have
to say no if you did.

-Would you?
-Mm.

You're not my type.

-Mm. Too soft.

You-You're not...

you're not joking?

America?

What did I just say?

Well, I'm going to America.

-Sorry.

No, kiss me.

Martha?

Martha.

Martha!

Martha.

Good day, Miss Kane.

-Sorry it's late.
-Late?

Do you have any idea
what time it is?

Yes. I have
an excellent internal clock.

It is 1:35.

Rhetorical question.

Oh. I hate those.

Martha.

You have to get out of here
right now.

-What are you talking about?
-Stormcloud.

What about Stormcloud?
What is it?

Chemical weapon.

Very, very bad.

They are going to use it
on London.

And the U.S. government
is going to look the other way.

They want the war over. They're
not gonna tell the League

what they know.

But you just told me.

So you know I'm going straight
to Aziz with this.

Well, I hope so.

The best way to stop Stormcloud
is public exposure.

If Aziz yells loud enough,

the White House
can't feign ignorance.

The president can't
openly support a war crime.

She'll have to intervene.

I'll go to Aziz first thing.

Well, uh,

don't tell him who told you.

I think he'll know anyhow.

Well, if anyone asks,
I'll deny telling you anything.

Unless, of course,
I'm under oath. But I...

I doubt it will come to that.

Hmm.

What?

I'm... I'm just surprised.

And glad.
You're doing the right thing.

Well, I'm glad you're glad, but
I'm surprised you're surprised.

Why would I not try to stop
a mass murder?

I don't know. To... avoid
seeming unconventional?

She's got your number.

You know your bosses
will work out who talked.

Deniability's all I need.

Okay.

Okay, you're denied.

Martha, where's the aspirin?

Hi.

I'm Patricia.

Who are you?

Lucius.

Oh.

Say that again.

-Lucius?

You have got such
a lovely timbre

-to your voice.

Why is everyone so glum?

And what are you doing here?

My sister.

Pat, focus.

There may soon be
a chemical attack on London.

We're booked on a U.S.
government flight leaving today.

We're all getting on
that flight. Pat, no arguments.

Oh. I'll be on it. Absolutely.

I despise chemicals.
Don't you, Lucius?

Just to be clear,
I'm not going anywhere.

Of course not. That figures.

You're not going?

We can stop them.
We can stop Stormcloud.

-Oh, please.
-We have to.

Martha, you have to go.
What about...

No! Come on, Patricia.
Let's make some coffee.

-See what I have to deal with?

-Uh-huh.

Right. That'll be him.

-About bloody time.

There you are.

We've been worried sick.

Now, Mum,

this is Melanie.

Melanie, my mum.

Very nice to meet you,
Mrs. Pennyworth.

Long story.
She's coming with us.

Mm.

Be back in a minute.

Mrs. P.

Sit there.

Hi.

And, um,

that covers everything, right?

Yes, sir.

Just a few questions
for English border control.

Reason for departure?

Reason?

Why are you leaving England?

Lots of reasons.

Business or pleasure?

Is it business or pleasure?

Oh. Uh, business.

Have you flown before,
Mrs. Pennyworth?

No.

It's a little scary at first,

but then it's-it's quite fun.

I expect you're
a very experienced traveler.

I am.

Like to keep moving, do you?

Flight is now ready to board.

Here's-here's Alfie back.

Off we go then.

All passengers will depart...

What is it?

I can't go.

I can't go.

Thank you, God.

For fuck's sake, Alfie.

I can't go, but you can.

You have to go.

Try and stop me.

What changed your mind
so suddenly?

Stuff that sounds stupid
if you say it out loud.

This is my home.

If that's not
worth fighting for,

then what is worth fighting for?

Yeah, it does sound stupid.

We would have been good
together.

-We would.

But in the long run,
you'll be better off without me.

Bit of independence
is just the ticket.

Will you be okay?

Mm. Mm.

I will be fine.

I always land on my feet.

What about you?

Don't worry about me.

-I got feet, too.

Passengers for Flight 011 to Gotham

proceed to immediate boarding.

-That's immediate boarding.

-Hey, don't cry.

No, I'm not.

It's a good thing
that's happening.

New life for you.

Here you go.

If you ever do get to America,
you look me up.

I'll do that.

Sorry.

I know you.

You do?

I don't forget gorgeous.

Oh, my God, look at you.

I would drown kittens
for those hips.

Patricia.

Melanie.

Fleeing from an angry lover,
huh?

No, no, don't deny it.

What else could it be?

We'll sit together. You're gonna
tell me the whole sordid tale.

Take my mind off the journey.

Are you scared of flying?

No, I love flying.
I don't like airplanes.

My brother was supposed
to come with me,

but he decided to stay
and be a fucking hero.

You're not going?

No.

Really?

After all the trouble you went
through to get there? Why?

Changed my mind.

That's funny.

I can't see a comical side,
but I suppose there is one.

Why aren't you going?

Changed my mind.

Hmm.

You know, Alfred,

I think this
could be the beginning

-of a beautiful friendship.
I doubt it,

-but you never know, do you?

Fuck me.

My thoughts exactly.

Your government knows
about this?

They'll deny it.

They want the Union
to use Stormcloud

without their knowledge
or permission.

Of course. They just want
the damn war over.

Can't blame them, really.

If you present
the U.S. president

with this evidence publicly,

she'll have to intervene.

She can't be seen to stand by
and do nothing.

She can't do nothing.

At the very least,
we'll buy some time.

Thank you, gentlemen.
We owe you a great debt.

I can't believe this was an easy
choice for either of you.

On the contrary.
It was very easy.

I'm thinking of med school.

That's a really great idea.

You'll make an excellent doctor.

Oh, finally,
I get your approval.

Guess I've been kind of hard
on you, huh?

Kinda.

My old friend.

So happy to have you back
in the fold.

I'm already sorry
I didn't get on that plane.

And you're still
a conniving little bastard.

-Mm. Fair cop, guv.
-Mm.

I'm glad to be back, too,
though.

Mm.

-Mm.
-You two have history, huh?

Yeah.

Salt's here.

You're really gonna surrender
to that wanker?

Well, what else are we to do,
brainbox?

I believe I have a better idea.

Oh, yeah? Now? Suddenly?

We kill him, right?

I like it.

No, he'll be well protected.

I shall create a diversion,

draw the soldiers
to the front of the house.

Meanwhile,
you two leave by the back.

You head for the woods,
beyond the garden.

Should work,
if we time it right.

-A distraction?
-Yeah. I'll surrender

and then I'll faint
or-or have a fit or something.

Then, if you can,

you get a message
to Frances Gaunt.

You send her my fondest love,

and you tell her
how deeply sorry I am

for wronging her so cruelly.

But what about you?

Dearest Peg,

Bet,

you trust me?

So trust
that I'll do the right thing.

The greatest gift
that you two can give me now

is your continued survival.

Right.

Lord Harwood,

John Salt here, as requested.

I'm very sorry
we're in this situation.

Let's talk.

-Good morning, sir.
-Silence!

Scum.

Soldiers of the Raven Union.

This man is a treacherous dog.

And I speak to you
as your rightful leader.

We are fighting an unjust
and unnecessary war,

and we must stop.

I order you to lay down
your arms immediately.

I will count to three,

and any man who disobeys

will be committing mutiny
and sedition.

No!

-One!
-Do not fire!

Two!

-Do not fire!
-Three!

-Onward!
-No!

Get to the front of the house!
Shots fired!

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