Pennyworth (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Julie Christie - full transcript

- Oh!
- My card. Pennyworth Security.

My name is Lord Harwood.
We'll need men like you.

[Esme] I don't know
anything. Please don't hurt me.

Who is the leader of
the Raven Society?

I'm the leader.

[screams]

It is you, isn't it?
Lord Harwood.

What's going on?

- I know him. He's my old boss.
- All right.

So you want to call a truce?

We do. Sincerely.



That man tortured me.

He destroyed my life.

He has to die.

[Ripper] Do you really
think Esme died by accident?

Who hates you so much

that your death isn't enough?

What do you see?

My God. He has been waiting
all this time to pay me back.

"A little too late, my friend.
I'm glad you know the truth."

Why is a nice society girl like you
mixed up with the No Name League?

I could ask the same of you.

This is my sister, Patricia. Could I
leave her with you for a few hours?

[Patricia] Do you
like parties, Martha?

[Martha] Who the
hell is this guy?



[Patricia] Aleister
is a Satanist.

Oh, I love her already.

["Play With Fire" playing]

♪ Well, you've got
your diamonds ♪

♪ And you've got
your pretty clothes ♪

♪ And the chauffeur
drives your car ♪

♪ You let everybody know ♪

♪ But don't play with me ♪

♪ 'Cause you're
playing with fire ♪

♪ So don't you play with me ♪

♪ 'Cause you're
playing with fire ♪

- [Thomas] Thank God!
- [gasps]

Where have you been?

What the hell? Where's
Patricia? Where are your clothes?

Jesus, are you okay?

What the hell happened to you?

I'm fine.

Calm down.

What are you doing
in my apartment?

Calm down?

I thought you were dead.
I've been worried sick!

Look, we went out to a party,
and I guess things got a little wild.

Got a little wild?
You are naked!

Where is Patricia?

Patricia is a lunatic.

But she's a grown
woman. I'm not her nanny.

And you're not her father.

And anyway, what
was I supposed to do?

I'm sure Patricia's just
sleeping it off someplace.

Oh, unbelievable.
The irresponsibility!

Please.

Like you never got drunk
and lost track of time.

You have been
gone for three days.

Three days? What
are you talking about?

- Today's Saturday.
- Martha, it's Monday.

- No.
- Monday.

What the fuck?

What the hell happened to you?

Where is Patricia?

[birds cawing]

[boxes clattering]

Anything?

- Nothing.
- Dave Boy?

Nope. Nothing, Alfie. Sorry.

[Alfred] There's gotta be
something to tell us where he's hiding.

Alfie.

What is it?

The bastard wore
it like a medal.

I don't understand.

All you done was make a joke.

It was just a joke.

Laugh's on me, eh?

The witch was right.

It's my fault Esme's dead.

And now he's playing with me.

He's the cat.

And I'm the mouse.

[Bazza] Alfie?

Look around you.

The man's crazy.

There's no reason in crazy.

[door opens]

[gasps]

I don't even know his first name.
I just clean his house, that's all.

Mondays and Thursdays.

You're not a very good cleaner.

Mr. Curzon is very particular.

He only has me clean his quarters.
I'm not to touch the rest of the house.

What sort of a man is he?

[Pike scoffs] Like any
other man, I suppose.

Well, does he have
a job, friends, family?

I do Mondays and Thursdays.

Have you any idea
where he's gone?

What did he do?

Did he ever talk of
an Alfred Pennyworth?

[Pike] Like I said,
we don't speak much.

He's up at the crack, puts on
his uniform, and off he goes.

Uniform. He's still
commissioned?

Not according to the
records office, he's not.

So where the fuck is
he going all dolled up?

[Bet] Please let me come.

You know it's not down to me.

I wouldn't leave
you on your own.

Lord Snooty's decree.

[Harwood] Be fair, Peg.
You know it makes sense.

She's a liability.

[Bet] A liability?

All I mean to say is that
someone might recognize you,

my dove, that's all.

I know what "liability" means.

Off you go.

- Don't mind me.
- We won't be long, will we?

No.

Sorry, Bet. Come,
now, wish us luck.

Luck.

Good morning.

We're here to see Dr. Gaunt.

Surgery hours are
between 12 and 6.

Nobody's poorly,
love. It's a social call.

There's nobody listed.

It's a surprise visit.

If you're not on the list...

- you're not on the list.
- She'll want to see us.

[door opens]

Good morning,
madam. How can I help?

If you've come to sell something, the
answer is "No, thank you. Good day."

[Peggy] Alone, are we?

Now, that's an impertinent
question. Why do you ask?

We have a situation
wanting discretion.

Loose lips sink
ships and all that.

- I'm listening.
- So you're alone, then?

Yes, I am. Explain
yourself, madam.

My God. James!

Hello, Frances.

I thought you were dead.
We all thought you were dead.

Well, I rather thought
so too, but, um...

Well, here I am.

Oh! [laughs] Ah.

[Martha] This is the place.

You're sure?

I mean, it looks
different in daylight, but...

Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

- This is the place, I think.
- You think?

Would you please stop repeating
everything I say in a loud voice?

I can't believe I trusted you.

What a mess. It's
all I need right now.

[Martha] Then go.
I can handle this.

Three days, Martha.

A three-day blackout?

Forgive me if I doubt
your ability to handle this.

I can and I will.

You have no conception
of the trouble you've caused.

Every time Patricia pulls this
crap, it ends up in the papers

and the Wayne name gets
dragged through the mud.

You self-important boob.

I woke up naked on
Hampstead Heath.

I have no idea what
happened to me.

Your sister is missing, and
you're worried about your name?

[door opens]

Oh.

Hello.

[door closes]

Welcome back, Martha.

Who's your friend?

[clears throat]
Pardon the intrusion.

This young lady says that
my sister might be here.

Patricia Wayne.

We've always got so many guests.

Where is Crowley?

I wanna speak to him.

Immediately.

Have a drink.

Wet your whistle.

I'm sure we have
anything you'd like.

No, thank you.

As I was saying, my sister?

[Martha] Where's Crowley?

Hold your horses,
Martha. He'll be along.

Call me Miss Kane,
whoever the hell you are.

Who are you?

Oh. I'm sorry.

I thought you'd remember me.

Such fun we had.

If I don't see Crowley and Patricia
Wayne down here right this minute,

I'm calling the police.

Oh, no, no, no.
No, don't do that.

- No police.
- No.

We don't want the
police here either.

We just want my sister.

Miss Kane.

How lovely to see you again.

And in such illustrious company.

The famous Thomas Wayne.

Your sister speaks
very highly of you.

I doubt that.

Crowley, is it?
Where is my sister?

I'm so sorry you've been
worried about her. Patricia's fine.

She's upstairs. Safe and sound.

Well, good.

- Bring her here, please.
- Of course.

My angel, fetch
Patricia, would you?

Thank you.

If she is okay, you have my
apologies for coming in hot, so to speak.

Apology, my ass!

I'm missing three
days of my life

thanks to whatever it is
you slipped into my drink.

Three days.

Dear me.

Mm.

I can assure you, Martha, I
slipped nothing into your drink.

Perhaps the police can find out.

Martha, I'm sorry you
didn't have a good time.

I haven't the foggiest
what happened to you.

I'm afraid I wasn't
paying attention.

It was a good party.

And I rather took
you for an adult.

As for the police, call
them, by all means.

The chief inspector
is a dear friend.

He'll tell you I'm a good egg.

A good egg?

Martha. Let's not make
a federal case of this.

If Patricia is okay, there's
no need for the police.

I'll be the judge of that.

Where's the crime here?

Sin we have in joyful abundance.

But crime? No.

There was a man
with a goat's head.

There was blood. I
remember that much.

Dear me, you did
have a wild old time.

A goat's head, forsooth.

- Martha...
- Don't "Martha" me!

Tommy!

Oh, my goodness.

Patricia.

Are you...? Are you okay?

You are so cute.

You mean, was I
ravished by the devil?

Violated by Beelzebub?

Okay. Get your
things. We're leaving.

Leaving? Oh, no,
I'm not leaving.

I'm finally home.

Don't be ridiculous.
This isn't your home.

And this man...

I don't know who this man is, but he's
not respectable and you're not staying.

[Crowley] Mr. Wayne,

Patricia is an adult.

If she wishes to stay,
what kind of host would I be

to let her be taken
against her will?

Patricia, I would like
to speak with you alone.

Don't want to.

Go along and be nice, Patricia.

Talk to him.

He's family.

Do you have...

Mrs. Bung, the brewer's wife?

[Gaunt] We were rather
lost without your leadership.

You are a species of a miracle.

I am, aren't I?

A battered, somewhat
grotesque miracle.

My gosh. What horrors
you have suffered.

We must get you
out of the country

and beyond our enemy's reach.

The Germans will
be glad to offer refuge.

Oh, heavens, no.

I can't leave England.

The crisis is coming.

The game's afoot.

Well, I defer to your
judgment, of course,

but I rather think the peace

that we've cobbled
together will hold.

I hope so.

- Peace, above all things.
- Absolutely.

But Undine Thwaite is no fool.

She'll break the truce as soon
as she's consolidated power.

You think so?

Mrs. Thwaite seems sincere

in her desire for peace.

You had her husband
killed in front of her.

Bold and ruthless
move, by the way. Brava.

But I expect she'd be rather
vengeful, whatever she may say.

I did not kill Julian Thwaite.

[Gaunt chuckles]

Everyone thinks
I did, but I didn't.

Interesting.

This murderous sort of political
intrigue is beyond my ken.

Now, tell me your plans.
I am at your disposal.

My plan is simple.

Redemption.

A glorious triumph.

A national awakening.

I will destroy my enemies and
lead this country back to greatness.

Okay.

A touch ambitious, maybe.

How are you going
to do that, exactly?

If you reveal yourself, the
government will arrest you,

and they will not make the
mistake of letting you live this time.

Yes.

For now, I shall
remain in hiding.

We will let the Raven Society Grand
Council know that I'm alive and well,

but no one else must know.

And then, when
the time is right,

I shall reveal myself
publicly, to maximum effect.

I see.

You seem doubtful.

No, no, no.

Sounds like a plan.

[Thomas] What is
going on here, Patricia?

I'm happier than I've
ever been, Tommy.

Look at me.

Well, I have to admit
you do look good.

I feel like a new woman.

Probably some kind
of drug, I imagine.

No drugs.

Well, some, but
they're incidental.

Love. That's the thing.
That's what I've found here.

Love and honesty.

Oh, please.

You should hear yourself.

How can you be so gullible?

Can't you see
that he's a bad hat?

This whole place
reeks of darkness.

Exactly.

There is no light
without darkness.

All we are is darkness.

We are simply shadows
cast by the divine flame.

Oh, mendacious drivel.

You are Patricia Wayne, and
you have a family who love you.

And you have responsibilities
that you must honor.

Last time you saw me, you
asked why I was so unhappy,

and I got upset
because I didn't know.

I was dead inside,
and I didn't know why.

Now I know.

I can see.

For the first time
in my life, I'm alive,

and Aleister showed me the way.

He is a...

He is a jumped-up
pimp, Patricia.

Satanism? Devil worship?

Oh, come on, it's bullshit.

You're embarrassing
yourself and the family.

[Thomas sighs]

Now we're getting to it.

You don't give a fuck about me.
You're just worried about the family name.

So what if I am? It is a
name worth protecting.

You mean it's a share
price worth protecting.

Yes, it's a goddamn share
price worth protecting. Yes, it is.

Tommy, you're my
brother and I love you,

so I'm gonna tell you the truth.

You're a callous, coldhearted,
small-minded, priggish,

money-grubbing, loveless
fucked-in-the-head loser.

Well...

I am sorry you feel that way.

For the first time
in my life, I'm happy.

I'm fucking happy.

Why do you care why?

Why can't you just be
glad that I am happy?

If you are happy...

then I'm glad for
you. Of course I am.

If I could believe you.

Believe me.

["You Need Hands"
playing over speakers]

[door opens]

Oh.

I didn't hear you come in, love.

♪ When you feel Nobody
wants to know you... ♪

Are you hungry?

How about some
nice liver and onions?

No, Mum. Already ate.

I'll just make some eggs, then.

♪ When you hold
a brand-new baby ♪

[Mary sighs]

♪ You need tender
hands To guide them... ♪

Went to India for
that tea, did you?

♪ You need hands ♪

♪ To thank the Lord for living ♪

♪ And for... ♪

- Bicarbonate of soda.
- What?

Bicarbonate of soda.

Get out of there. [chuckles]

Second shelf, by the flour.

[Mr. Pennyworth] Excuse me, son.

[water running]

Right, then.

First, you make a paste.

A touch of warm water.

[concoction fizzing]

I once polished the Hepworth
Diamond for Lady Fortinbras.

I think I can manage
that little thing.

Ever so gently rub
the paste around

the stone and the
setting, like this.

Yeah?

Give it a little bath.

And then with a clean cloth.

Lint-free, mind.

It's a nice one you've chosen.

Great color.

She'd have made a
wonderful daughter-in-law.

I'll take my tea in
the living room, love.

- When you're done picking the leaves.
- Right you are, Your Majesty.

[classical music
playing over speakers]

The intensity of your contempt

is impressive, Martha,
but quite unwarranted.

Whatever happened
to you happened

because you wanted it to happen.

The only compulsion
in our religion is desire.

You can spout all the
cod theology you like.

You're nothing but a
pathetic little con man.

Sticks and stones, Martha.

I've been vilified
by popes and kings.

But here I am, still.

- Unscathed.
- Well, Thomas Wayne is no pope.

The Wayne family
are billionaires.

Do you think they got
that way by sermonizing?

They've crushed nations.

What are you to them?

A flea.

- The deadliest of creatures.
- Keep talking.

You'll see.

[footsteps approaching]

Mr. Crowley. I'm warning you,

if any harm should come to
my sister, you'll pay dearly.

Dearly.

- Let's go.
- Go?

- You're leaving her here?
- She's an adult.

She must do as she likes.

[Martha] Wait, you
can't just leave her here.

- This man...
- I know what he is, goddamn it.

But please, you
mustn't leave so soon,

and in such a bad temper.

You can at least stay
for something to eat.

- We have so much to talk about.
- Good day to you, sir.

Patricia?

If you change
your mind, call me.

Thank you, Tommy.

- You can't leave your sister there.
- I just did.

- She's in danger.
- She's been in danger her whole life.

That's where she wants to be.

Crowley will tire of Patricia,
or Patricia will tire of him.

He'll call me and ask for money,
and I'll pay him off. That's how it works.

- How can you be so cold?
- Practice and discipline.

Jesus, you're an asshole!

[Thomas] Before you worry about
my sister, take a look at yourself.

I thought you were
a sensible woman.

But you obviously have some
serious personal issues to confront.

- Mayfair, please.
- [driver] Right on, sir.

[scoffing]

Fuck!

- Morning, soldier.
- Where do you think you're going?

- Quick half. Take the edge off.
- Officers only.

- I am an officer.
- [scoffs]

And I'm Queen Victoria.

Well, keep smiling,
Your Majesty.

Fuck off.

Fair play.

If I could have your
attention, please, gentlemen.

Private Alfred Pennyworth,
Special Air Service.

Now, excuse me
for disrupting you.

I'm looking for one of your officers
and hoping you might be able to help me.

Captain John Fitz Smith Curzon.

Third Battalion, retired.

Captain Curzon. Someone
must know where he is.

[men murmuring]

I'm all for loyalty to old
comrades and all that, all right?

But this bloke has dishonored
your regiment. You owe him nothing.

- Come along, boy.
- Fuck off.

- Oh, you're in for a kicking.
- [Alfred] Fuck off.

Belay that, sergeant.

Let him have his say.

Carry on, young man.

Thank you, sir.
I'll try to be brief.

Now, your man Curzon
killed my fiancée.

Her name was Esme Winikus.

Twenty-three.

Never hurt a fly.

Now, he done her to get back at
me for making a joke at his expense.

His men laughed at him,
and he never forgave me.

So he beat her

and strangled her to death.

This man's put a black mark against
the good name of your regiment.

Now, I'm asking you,

as honorable men,
please help me.

Captain John Fitz Smith Curzon.

Third Battalion.

I'm asking for your help
as human fucking beings.

Now, if you can't
do what's right,

then I won't answer for what
happens when I find the bastard.

You're a loon, you are.

Yeah, and you're a
fucking slave, mate.

- A slave to a mob of chinless wankers.
- Walk away, son. Just walk away.

Or what? Take a
swing. See what you get.

- I said, walk away!
- Come ahead. Try me.

- I warned you.
- [Malcolm] Steady on, sergeant!

That'll do.

- I'll deal with him.
- Yes, sir.

A slave to wankers!

You SAS chaps,
you're an odd bunch.

Cool as cucumbers
and mad as hatters.

No fear and no discipline.

More like bandits
than decent soldiers.

Do you know where Curzon is?

On the face of it, your
story sounds absurd.

- Why would I lie?
- Oh.

I can think of a
hundred reasons.

But you look like an honest man. I like
to think I'm a good judge of such things.

On my life, it's the truth.

You're asking rather a lot.

You're asking the regiment
to betray one of its own.

A lunatic. A murderer.

Army's full of them.

You can't win wars without
lunatics and murderers.

I just want this one.

Well, I'll make inquiries.

The Rutlands look after their
own, but we don't harbor cads.

Where can I reach you?

The Severed Arms public
house. Bethnal Green.

Well, no promises.

But if your story passes muster,

I'll have a man there
tomorrow at 1400 hours.

Thank you.

Sir.

[growls]

[thunder rumbling]

[knocking on door]

[pounding on door]

[Thomas] Okay.

What do you want?

You need to go get your
sister away from that man.

He's not a pimp.

He's in league with the devil.

I mean, really, he is.

It's not an act. It's true.

The devil.

Okay, now you're scaring me.

- Do you know how crazy you sound?
- I'm telling you the truth!

I started remembering
what happened to me.

And?

[sobbing] And it's horrible.

It's unspeakable. I can't...

I can't begin to describe the...

The vileness.

Were you...

sexually assaulted?

No, it's not that.

It's worse.

- Worse? How?
- I don't know, I just...

I don't know, I just...

I feel it. Something
evil happened.

Okay.

Let's be frank.

You had a bad experience at a sordid
party, followed by some bad dreams.

That's all.

It's perfectly
natural to feel upset.

The devil doesn't exist.

And if he does exist, he's not in
Chelsea throwing some beatnik orgies.

He has something better to do.

- I saw him.
- No, Martha, you didn't.

And if you continue to believe you
did, you should seek psychiatric help.

Your sister is in
terrible danger.

You saw for yourself.

- She's never been happier.
- Exactly.

And how much
sense does that make?

- If you don't help her, then I will.
- How?

I'd contact the police, but
they'll say the same as you.

Exactly.

So I'll have to take
care of it myself.

If you don't hear from me,
you might contact the authorities

and ask them to investigate,
if that's not too much trouble.

Martha, really?

For God's sake.

Wait!

Martha!

[piglet snorting]

[knocking on door]

You're back.

Wonderful.

And right on time. I'm so glad.

All right, Crowley.

Let's not waste our
breath on formalities.

- How much?
- Do sit down.

My angel, fetch
Patricia, would you?

At once, sir.

Such a lovely boy.

- Red or white?
- Neither.

- I asked you how much.
- How much for what?

You know damn well what.

Martha. Patience.

As we agreed?

I've spent years extricating
my sister from the clutches

of various pimps and perverts.

They always have a price.

I'm not a pimp. I don't want your money.
I have more than I know what to do with.

So, what do you want?

I'm very fond of your sister.

I'd hate to lose her, even if she
wanted to leave, which she doesn't.

I'm waiting.

Martha knows what I want.

- Don't you, darling?
- A good beating.

- Such spirit.
- What do you want, Crowley?

I want your soul, of course.

That is, my master wants it.

Is that all?

Fine. Consider it yours.
Give me my sister.

You're a businessman, Mr. Wayne.

You know that saying
something doesn't make it so.

I'll need a contract, inked
in your blood, of course.

Oh, please. Spare me this
bilge. I don't believe in Satan.

Oh, you're modern,
rational, well educated.

A civilized man of
peace and moderation.

Of course you don't believe in
Satan, but that doesn't matter.

Satan believes in you.

He knows there's a
beast inside of you.

There is no beast inside of
me, just profound irritation.

Oh, ye of little faith.

Cute.

Wayne Enterprises has doors
just like that in our Gotham lobby.

[Crowley] Ah, yes.

Wayne Enterprises.

How marvelous
to be a billionaire.

Such freedom.

Ah.

I see.

When you say you want my soul,
you mean the company and its assets.

- Dream on, buster.
- [Crowley] Heartbreaking.

You've spent your whole life never
knowing if someone's interested in you

or just your name.

But believe me when
I say it's you he wants.

Your spiritual essence,
not your company.

Well, you're a good con man.

I can see how you
brainwashed my sister.

You'd need more than
parlor tricks to convince me.

Your brother thinks
I've brainwashed you.

That's ridiculous.

Aleister is just a very
wise and loving man.

A teacher.

Patricia, he's a servant
of the fucking devil.

Martha, I'm trying
to make a deal

with this person, and you're
making everything much harder.

Tell me,

how did you two end
up working together?

What was the League thinking?

What league?

Oh, come, I'm not a fool.

The No Name League.

- We're not working for the No Name League.
- [Crowley] Really?

Next, you'll tell me you're
not spying on them for the CIA.

That's a strange idea.

Not true.

You're CIA?

I'm not.

Holy shit.

[Martha scoffs]

Of course.

I should have guessed.

The CIA?

Like the CIA?

[Patricia laughs]

I am not. Where'd
you get such a notion?

My boss. Where else?

Listen, it is extremely dangerous
to spread that kind of a lie!

Oh, see his teeth?

Yes. Deceptively sharp.

There's a beast inside this one.

[Patricia] I am so impressed,
Tommy. For real, the CIA?

- Have you killed people?
- I repeat. No.

Son of a bitch.

CIA. Wow.

Never mind the CIA.

Which I'm not a member of.

Let me get this straight.

In exchange for my sister's
liberty, I have to sell... [laughs]

I have to sell my
soul to the devil.

Precisely. What do you say?

I'll give you 50,000
to hand her over.

I'm not a goddamn package.

- I don't want your money.
- If the devil is real,

don't you think my
actual soul is a high price

to stop you
debauching my sister?

She's not Snow White.

- Two hundred thousand pounds.
- Fuck you.

You get much more
than Patricia in return.

You get my master's
eternal friendship.

[whispering] You're a smart
businessman, Mr. Wayne. Think of that.

Think of the power you'll have.

I have power now, you fool. I
can buy and sell the likes of you.

[in normal voice] See, now?
There's the beast inside of you.

The real Thomas
Wayne is emerging.

Okay.

Fine.

I'll play along with
your ludicrous charade.

You're Lucifer's servant.

I don't negotiate with underlings.
Let me speak with your boss.

Oh, as a rule, he doesn't
grant personal audiences,

except to saints and the like.

- But there's no harm in asking.
- Mm.

[door opens]

[door closes]

So you want to meet the devil.

No, I don't.

And I'm confident I won't.

But supposing you do.

Suppose you meet him.

Will you listen to
what he has to say?

Can we get on with this, please?

I am curious to see what
hocus-pocus you've cooked up.

Good enough.

Ooh.

Okay.

All right.

[Thomas clears throat]

[Thomas scoffs]

Really? Blue movies?

Oh.

[Patricia moaning on-screen]

[Jason] Fucking
lunatic, that one.

Got the devil in her.

So to speak.

Oh, your family must
have been a right old mess,

turn a woman that way.

Did you ever have a go?

If you haven't, you should.

Turn it off.

Turn it off! I
said, turn it off!

Well, you missed the best part.

[Jason gasping]

[Jason laughs]

[Jason gasping]

[coughing]

And you say there's
no beast in you.

[Jason gasping]

Christ.

Now, be honest, Thomas.

Tell me you didn't
meet the devil.

[door opens]

[Patricia] Christ.

- Tommy. What? No!
- Let's go.

- [Patricia] Aleister, help!
- Please be at peace, Patricia.

Your brother and I
understand each other now.

You must do what he wants.

I command it.

Patricia!

No!

Goodbye, all!

Officers stick together, always.

How do you know
Curzon and the fusiliers

aren't sending some
fucker to do you in?

- I don't.
- Don't you worry, Baz.

Who are they gonna send there?

I'd like to see the
regular army boys

that are gallus
enough to try us.

The famous last words
of many good men.

[Dave Boy] Aye.

["Coz I Love You"
playing over speakers]

- You're betting blind, Alfie.
- I've got no choice.

This is Curzon's game. I have
to play the cards in front of me.

- [Sid] Right, lads. Rum again?
- Aye.

- Any squaddies been in?
- Squaddies? No, I don't encourage them.

Barring present
company, naturally.

- Sandra not about?
- She's upstairs.

Got the hump with
you, won't say why.

Well, that's funny.

Yeah. Funny, that.

- What's that about, then?
- Couldn't tell you.

Funny.

I'll have a word when I see her.

But listen, if I don't see her,

tell her I say I'm sorry.

- About what?
- Well, whatever it is.

Right.

Your man will be there
tomorrow night. Room 7.

[Alfred] This is from
General Malcolm.

[Dave Boy] You see?

Mr. Doom-and-Gloom.

No bother.

[Bazza] Or a trap.

We better go in early and heavy.

No, I don't think so. I
think this is a one-man job.

No, it's not.

Don't be daft.

[Bazza] You're in a dark
frame of mind, Alfred.

You must treat this
man like any other target.

You could be taking
on a whole regiment.

Well, then, one or two or more
men won't make any odds, will they?

No, I know this place.
It's a one-man job. Cheers.

♪ ...change the
things you do, mm ♪

♪ Only time can tell
if we get on well ♪

[Peggy] "Mars is in
the House of Aquarius.

So this will be a good time
for you to take decisive action

in your business
and personal life."

Stop wriggling.

"But beware false friends
and empty promises."

- Hmm.
- "Hmm."

Well, you know who that's
about, don't you? Your lady doctor.

[laughs]

[Peggy] You can laugh now,
but what if she's told on us?

What if the police are
closing in on us as we speak?

You needn't worry, Peg.

Frances has no falsity in her.

She's not capable of treachery
or cowardice, pour soul.

Oh, I like that color.

Do me next, eh?

As it happens, my dear, I think I can
offer you a much better service than that.

I've been talking quietly to
some old Raven Society friends.

Well-connected types.

And there's news of your
old friend Alfred Pennyworth.

- Oh?
- [Harwood] Resourceful young man.

It seems he's found out
who killed his fiancée.

- Esme?
- I thought you'd like to know.

Who did it?

Where are they?

[Martha] Thomas.

Huh?

[Martha] Will you please
tell us what happened?

[thunder rumbling]

Nothing happened.

[Martha] You saw
him, didn't you?

We were never there.

Not any of us.

You understand?

- You saw him.
- [sighs]

No.

[speaking indistinctly]

[men laughing]

[man speaking
indistinctly on TV]

[woman coughing]

You?

Shh. Quiet.

[Alfred] Hey, you're
supposed to be dead.

[Bet] Well, I'm not, am
I? Let's get on with it.

How do you know it's him?

[Alfred] Let me handle this.

Come on.

Get the bastard!

[gunshots]

[horn honks]

[footsteps approaching]

You're supposed to be dead.

Well, I'm not, am I?

That was your bloody doing.

I had the bastard.

[groans]

[Gaunt] Our enemies
call us zealots.

And they are correct.

Zealots we are, and proud of it.

[all cheer]

When did rigor

and discipline and duty

become terms of abuse?

And who were the
great men and women

of history who
changed the world?

Moderates? No!

Zealots like you and I!

People of faith!

[all cheering]

[man 1] That's right!

Those citizens

that are not loyal
patriots shall be silenced.

[man 2] Yeah!

Those foreigners
who are not our friends

shall be expelled.

[crowd] Yeah!

We shall put down

sexual deviants,

and we shall hang thieves!

- Yes! Yes!
- [crowd cheering]

The Raven Society,
ladies and gentlemen,

is on the cusp of a new dawn.

We shall lurk in the
shadows no longer.

A revelation is coming

that will shock the world.

I promise you, it'll
shock the world.

Are you with me?

[all cheering]

Are you with me? Yes! Yes!

["When I Am Laid
in the Earth" playing]

♪ No trouble in thy breast ♪

♪ Remember me ♪

♪ Remember me ♪

♪ But, ah! ♪

♪ Forget my fate ♪

♪ Remember me ♪

♪ But, ah! ♪

♪ Forget my fate ♪