Pennyworth (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Sandie Shaw - full transcript
PENNYWORTH #108
"Sandie Shaw"
Closed captioned
I'm sorry about your
husband, Mrs. Thwaite.
Let's put the past
behind us, Mrs. Gaunt.
Let's show the world
what can be done
when two women reason together.
♪ ♪
Do you like parties, Martha?
MARTHA:
You need to go get your sister
away from that man.
He's in league
with the devil.
I mean, really he is.
How did you two
end up working together?
We're not with
the No-Name League.
CROWLEY:
Next you'll tell me
you're not spying on them
for the CIA.
What do you want, Crowley?
I want your soul, of course.
MARTHA:
Thomas, will you please tell us
what happened?
We were never there.
You understand?
My God. James.
Hello, Frances.
I thought you were dead.
When the time is right,
I shall reveal myself publicly.
And then I will destroy
my enemies
and lead this country back
to greatness.
The Raven Society
is on the cusp
of a new dawn.
It'll shock the world.
Are you with me?!
(audience cheering)
Yes, yes, yes!
Will you marry me?
Yes.
Yes, I will.
Esme!
ALFRED:
Captain Curzon,
he has been waiting,
waiting all this time
to pay me back.
Anything?
(door closes loudly)
MRS. PIKE:
I don't even know
his first name.
Just clean his house,
that's all.
Have you any idea
where he's gone?
You're supposed to be dead.
Well, I'm not.
(cafe patrons chatting
indistinctly)
How's your mum?
All right.
I like your mum.
Why aren't you dead?
It's a good trick, eh?
I'd tell you how,
but I'd have
to implicate other parties,
so I'll say nowt.
Tell me why I shouldn't give
the old bill a shout.
Why would you?
I've done nothing to you.
Recently.
Why are you here?
How did you know about Curzon?
I've got important friends, me.
And you're the talk
of the town, you two.
Why? Curzon's a nobody.
Nobody's nobody.
Why'd he kill Esme?
To get at me.
Revenge. He thinks
I disrespected him.
Oh, I see.
It were your fault, then.
Thought as much.
Why else would anyone hurt
such a lovely, innocent
lass like her?
What did you do
to disrespect him?
What's any of this got to do
with you?
I just want justice for Esme,
same as you.
I loved her.
You barely knew her.
She was my fiancée.
I dare say you were
very fond of her.
A man's love's not the same,
though, is it?
You've less
feeling in you.
Any road,
our lad's away,
pointing no fingers.
We have to catch
the bugger again.
Best team up, eh?
(scoffs)
I'm gonna go now.
Have I done somewhat
to offend you somehow?
No. You're mad, that's all.
Don't be like that.
We could help each other.
Good-bye.
He weren't alone.
He were with a woman.
How do you know that?
I were there.
Came to see Esme.
They got to the door first.
Well, what did
this woman look like?
Older lady.
Dark hair, I think.
She were wrapped up.
They let 'emselves in so quick
I couldn't get a proper look.
I could've stopped 'em
if I'd known.
They let themselves in?
Wh-- Th-They had keys?
Big ring of 'em.
Where you going?
The keys, they gave you
a clue, didn't they?
Tell.
No.
I'm coming with
you, Sherlock.
No. You're not.
If you loved Esme
as much as I do...
you won't deny me.
You'll know how much
this means to me.
♪ ♪
(vehicle engine rumbling)
(man speaks indistinctly)
(man screaming)
(grunts)
For fuck's sake,
why'd you do that?
Emotions got the better
of me. Sorry.
Walk away.
(panting)
Now, let's have a look.
(whimpers)
Oh, it's not too bad.
Now let's start
again, shall we?
You gave over
the keys. Why?
W-We do it all the time.
There are other flats
in the building to be let.
He looked like
a respectable buyer.
It-it's normal procedure.
When you heard
about Esme's murder,
why didn't you say
anything to the police?
I called the police immediately!
T-Two detectives came,
and I gave them
a full description
of the man
and-and all the relevant
paperwork. Look, I swear.
The police knew.
Coppers.
Bent as Judas,
the lot of 'em.
Leave me alone now,
would you?
Don't take your grump
out on me, duck.
I'm not the enemy.
What we gonna do now?
We never see
each other again.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(bells tolling)
PRIME MINISTER:
There's a telephone number
you can call for information
about bloody trains
and parking.
Is this too much?
Hmm?
Oh, uh, no.
It's very fetching, ma'am.
But this...
No.
No. I think it's too much.
Ma'am, this is
a serious problem.
None of these secret
political societies
have ever dared show
their faces in public before.
This is a brazen show
of disrespect.
THE QUEEN:
What a dreary poster.
How on earth does Mrs. Gaunt
expect to draw a crowd?
Mm, there'll be a crowd.
A mob.
Screaming for blood.
Or a general election,
at least,
which would come
to the same thing.
A hung parliament, martial law,
blood and anarchy, ma'am.
You should write plays,
Prime Minister. So dramatic.
(sighs) No.
No, it won't do.
I do not exaggerate.
Anarchy.
The whole country
will be watching
to see how we respond.
We don't oppose order
or strength
or new dawns, do we?
I don't understand
what it is they want.
Ooh, they're not Republicans,
are they?
Oh, Lord, no.
No, traditional
English fascists.
Smart black uniforms,
thrash Johnny Foreigner,
hang free thinkers
sort of thing. Childish stuff,
but they're willing
to destroy half the country
to get what they want.
A national cleansing in blood
would be just the ticket.
But under Royal authority.
Yes, of course.
But you'd have
to follow their orders
or be forced into abdication.
The Duke of Windermere
would be very happy
to take your place.
I believe I told you
we shan't ever speak
of my wretched uncle.
As you say, madam.
Nevertheless...
Absurd.
The people would never stand
for it.
Mustard and coral,
have you gone stark mad, woman?
I want your permission to use
the harshest available methods
to crush this rally.
Water cannon and rubber bullets,
deployed with brisk discretion.
Perhaps one or two snipers
in reserve.
Won't that make me look
awfully oppressive?
Can't we just send in
those lovely horses?
Isn't that the usual style?
Well, we shall do that,
of course.
But we must do more.
In times of strife,
the people need
to see and feel
the firm guidance
of Your Majesty's
government.
No.
I won't be goaded
into brutality.
Horses and truncheons only.
No rubber bullets.
No cannon, no snipers.
Yes, ma'am.
If I may...
That's all.
UNDINE:
A public rally?
We had a pact.
(sighs)
I thought we understood
each other.
Why is she doing this?
Puzzling.
What can she say
or do at a public rally
that warrants the risk
of arrest? I don't know.
A reckless mistake, perhaps.
You should be guardedly happy,
my dear.
Well, she exposes herself,
she exposes us.
We have to respond with
our own counterprotest,
or the No-Name League
will look weak.
I will look weak.
If Mrs. Gaunt wants to bare
her neck, don't stop her.
Let the police
do your work for you.
Do nothing, you mean?
If you sit down by the riverbank
and wait long enough,
the corpses
of your enemies float past.
Chinese proverb.
We're not in China.
Of course.
I'm just a loyal advisor.
You're the leader.
You must decide.
(sportscaster speaking
indistinctly on TV)
(bar patrons laughing,
chatting indistinctly)
(indistinct shouting)
(cheering on TV)
(TV sportscaster speaking
indistinctly)
Big rally tomorrow in the park.
Stand up for your country
and take part.
Say no to peace
and say yes to battle. Eh?
Are we not men?
Shut it, Adolf.
The game's on.
Oi, you! Off the furniture!
Sharpish.
We are talking about
the future of England.
Fuck off!
Commie drunkards.
You call yourself English?
Fucking liberty.
PATRON:
You're ruinin' the
fucking football, eh?
PATRON 2:
Fuck off.
Do you want some?
Lads. Lads!
Go on, then.
Do something.
DAVEBOY:
You know,
I don't get politics.
You're born, you're fucked,
you die.
That's the name
of this ship.
Why worry which fucker's
on the bridge?
(door opens)
Alfie boy.
Night of the murder,
Curzon had a woman with him.
Description sounds like
that charlady, Mrs. Pike.
What description?
How do you know that?
(indistinct arguing)
Long story.
(shouting, punching)
We need to track her down.
No problem. Ready.
Well, finish your
pint. Let's go.
What, now?
What, we're-we're tracking
her down now? This minute?
You're gonna track her down.
I've got other business.
What business?
The police fucked
Esme's murder investigation.
It was a cover-up.
Why?
Don't know.
I'm going to ask a policeman.
You two, find Pike.
(men grunting)
(indistinct shouting)
(birds singing)
(groans)
Goddamn it.
You're nervous.
(sighs)
Of course I am.
I haven't the faintest doubt
that you'll be marvelous,
your speech will
be spellbinding,
and the rally will
be a great success.
(sighs):
Yes.
(chuckles)
Or the Tower.
Success. Destiny.
Well and good.
A success.
(chuckles)
What then, Jimmy?
Well, I think
I'll start
by personally castrating
the prime minister
and all his cronies.
Then I'll put them out to starve
in the Aldgate gibbet.
Jolly well deserved, I'm sure.
But wouldn't mercy look
more statesmanlike, though,
to the people
at large?
The people...
love ferocity,
and they love
a spectacle.
I'll give them both.
Christ.
(chuckles) It's all
a bit daunting, isn't it?
I mean, we're-we're
starting a civil war.
Steel yourself, Frances.
Make no mistake,
I come with a rod of correction.
There must be bloodshed.
There must be pain.
That is how a new
and stronger nation is forged.
Egg and omelets, old girl.
You know that.
Yes. Yes, you're right,
of course.
Sorry. Just a...
touch of the old butterflies.
We shall fight... and win.
What if the queen...
refuses to accept our victory?
Well... we'll
reason with her.
She'll do the right thing.
Wh-What if she doesn't?
Then she knows that her uncle
is waiting in the Bahamas,
anxious to come home.
The pretender?
Never.
Never?
Do you think?
A coward
who fled the war,
practically a traitor?
Trifle harsh.
He's no Alexander, but...
He's married
to an American divorcée,
and he wears jewelry.
How can we talk
about restoring virtue
and allow such a man
on the throne?
Perhaps you're right.
No. You are right.
No doubt.
In any case...
the mere threat of the man is
useful to us, don't you see?
The queen doesn't know
we won't countenance the man.
Here am I, talking
about the queen's business.
(chuckles)
Absurd.
I can hardly write
a decent sentence.
(bell tolling in distance)
(rattling)
♪ ♪
Terrible habit.
Smoking?
Sneaking up on people.
It's uncivilized.
Hard to break old habits.
And it strongly suggests
this conversation
will not be amiable.
That's your guilty
conscience talking.
Conscience?
You flatter me.
You know why I'm here.
Not the faintest, old chap.
You-- and by "you,"
I mean the police--
you knew who killed Esme,
and you covered it up.
A very serious accusation.
Skip the bollocks. Talk.
Supposing what you say is true.
I wasn't on Esme's case--
why do you assume
I know anything about it?
You know everything.
It's your job.
Flattery again.
I'm not happy,
Mr. Aziz.
I'm not happy at all.
Was you to play ignorant,
I can't be responsible
for my actions.
Are you threatening me?
Yeah. I am.
Just wanted to be clear
on that point.
I'd hate to capitulate
too early.
Uh, bravo on cracking
the case, by the way,
Someday you must tell me
how you did it.
It's the usual sordid story.
Esme's killer, Mr. Curzon,
is the bastard son
of a very important man.
A lord, in fact.
Favors were called in;
the case was scuppered.
(clock chimes hour)
What lord? Give me a name.
Oh.
That's more
than my life's worth.
Literally.
Cut my throat, if you must.
Tell me where Curzon is now.
I don't know.
Like I said, Mr. Aziz,
I'm not happy.
I'll make trouble.
Bulls in china shops
ain't in it.
I don't know
where your man is.
I expect
I could find out, though,
if you gave me some time.
I haven't got time.
You could put
the Sweeney onto me
as soon as I walk out there.
Yes, I could do that.
You'll have to trust me.
You got 24 hours.
Well, I'd better
get onto it, then.
Now, how should I reach you?
(sighs)
(whispers):
Fuck.
If you ask me, they're
all bloody lunatics.
Ravens, indeed.
They're crows, more like.
Disgruntled crows.
You give them their head,
they'll have us
back at war in a trice,
never mind who with.
Hear, hear.
I hope you're gonna give 'em
a bloody good thrashing
at this wretched rally.
Don't you worry,
we'll show them what's what.
Rather them than that
wretched No-Name League, eh?
Hmm.
At least the Ravens have
proper respect for rank...
and blood.
A plague on both their houses.
What's the matter with
just muddling along together
as we always have done?
PRIME MINISTER:
Hear, hear.
Built an empire that way.
Gentry, plebs,
muddling and...
bodging along together.
Arthur.
Sir.
Arthur's been with me here
nigh on...
20 years.
We couldn't live
without each other.
Am I right, Arthur?
No doubt,
Sir Francis.
What is it?
A telephone call
for the prime minister, sir.
Oh.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
(low, indistinct chatter)
Yes?
Yes, I'm...
with him now, as it happens.
No.
No. Come here.
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter continues)
Sit down, man.
Sit down.
Thank you, sir.
I've told Lord Smytth
what's afoot,
and I've assured him
you'll do your very best
to resolve the
situation quietly.
He quite rightly
wants to know
why the situation
isn't resolved already.
Yes, sir.
Uh, the vengeful young man
pursuing your son is a highly
skilled SAS combat veteran.
Hard to catch,
hard to kill.
(clock chiming)
We can get him, sir, no doubt,
but, um....
it'll take some doing.
At a high cost
in men and blood, perhaps.
Oh, indeed, Prime Minister.
A high cost.
And then,
I imagine, a good few
indiscreet mouths
will need to be silenced,
I expect.
Yes, sir.
That's usually the case.
You needn't lay it on
so thick.
I know I'll have
to pay for this.
Get the thing done.
Yes, my lord.
I make no excuses for him.
He's not right in the head.
He never was.
But no child of mine is going
to be hunted like an animal
by a mere pleb.
Whatever he
may have been accused of,
he has noble blood in him.
And blood... is blood.
Oh, any father
would do the same.
His mother...
was the great love of my life.
As for payment,
perish the thought.
What are friends for?
Humbug.
What do you want?
Goes without saying
your splendidly loyal support
for me in the House
has been most welcome.
Essential, you mean.
Mm, quite so.
I should hate
to lose that support,
for any reason,
under any circumstances.
Protect my son,
get rid of this SAS ruffian,
and I promise you my vote.
Under any circumstances.
(chuckles softly)
Your son is safe.
♪ ♪
(vehicle passing)
(bell tolling)
(band playing lively march)
♪ ♪
(drops gate
to rhythm of march)
(walking to rhythm of march)
WOMAN:
One, two, three. Testing.
(march ends)
(faint, muffled knocking)
(muffled knocking grows louder)
(loud knocking)
(groans)
(knocking continues)
(sighs) Martha, do you
know what time it is?
I do.
I figured you for
an early riser.
What is this about?
Just passing.
Are you okay?
Fine.
Touch of the flu.
You shouldn't stay
long. It's catching.
I never catch stuff.
What's the coffee situation?
I'll call room service.
So, the big Raven Society
rally today, huh?
What are you guys
doing about it?
Nothing.
Undine Thwaite told everyone
to stay at home.
No. Not those guys.
You guys.
CIA.
Now, I'm guessing you're gonna
play a waiting game, but...
I think that would be a mistake.
The situation
could deteriorate fast.
Look at me, Martha.
I'm not CIA.
I'm looking at you, Thomas,
and I don't believe you.
Well, I can't help with that.
(clears throat)
Anyhow, I'm here
to tell you
that I'm okay with
the CIA thing.
I didn't want you to think
it'd be a problem for me.
So we can continue
working together.
That's a whole other issue.
Well, go on.
Let's face it, Martha.
I'm not CIA.
But supposing I was...
you're not really...
Agency material.
The hell I'm not.
Last week,
whilst on
a three-day blackout drug spree,
you mislaid my sister
at a satanist orgy.
Just a tad bit unprofessional,
don't you think?
You son of a bitch.
Unprofessional?
Look at you.
I have the flu.
You're drowning in
scotch and pills,
you haven't slept right in
ages, you've been crying,
and you're the big-shot CIA man?
(chuckles) Yeah, well,
if you're the benchmark,
I think I can
measure up okay.
(exhales)
I'm sorry.
That was uncalled for.
That's all right.
Not in great shape
at the present.
It's true.
What happened to you
at Crowley's?
Not up for discussion.
You saw the Devil.
No. No Devil.
I did. I saw him.
No, Martha, you imagined him.
I wish.
(sighs heavily)
Crowley is a spooky guy.
We both got spooked.
Let's leave it at that,
shall we?
This coffee sucks.
You want some scotch?
Um...
(chuckles)
Yeah. Sure.
(ringing)
(footsteps approaching)
Hello?
AZIZ:
He's been gift-wrapped for you.
Wapping Pumping Station.
Come alone.
♪ ♪
You're up early.
Work, Mum.
You're up early, too.
Yeah.
Making breakfast
for your dad.
He's up early, too.
Yeah, work.
Sir Francis has a function.
My busy boys.
Where are you going?
West End.
Meeting a client.
Got time
for a bacon sandwich?
Or boiled egg
and soldiers?
No, Mum.
Well, at least let me
give you a hug, then.
Got to go.
Don't want to be late.
Well, you be careful.
I love you, son.
(door closes)
(clock ticking)
("Jerusalem" playing
over speakers)
♪ And did those feet ♪
♪ In ancient time ♪
♪ Walk upon
England's mountains green ♪
♪ And was the holy ♪
♪ Lamb of God ♪
♪ On England's ♪
♪ Pleasant pastures seen ♪
♪ And did the countenance... ♪
Alfie been in?
No. The usual?
(ravens cawing in distance)
(train horn blares)
♪ ♪
(rats squeaking)
CURZON (in distance):
Help.
Help!
(squeaking)
Who's there?
Who is it?
Pennyworth,
is that you?
Good morning.
Good morning.
We meet at last,
as they say.
Cat got your tongue?
I thought,
when I finally met you,
I'd have lots to say to you.
Questions to ask.
But now we're here,
I've got nothing.
You're nothing.
(chuckling)
You fool.
You think you've won.
Don't you?
You really think a dirty,
stupid little pleb like you
could outwit a man
of noble blood?
Nah.
I know there's no winning
this game.
But you got to play to
the whistle, haven't you?
Isn't that right,
Inspector Aziz?!
You can show yourself.
I've got no backup.
You're safe.
Come have a chat to me.
I'm not a fucking idiot.
I know a trap when I see one.
AZIZ:
Why did you walk
into it, then?
I don't know.
I think
I don't give a fuck anymore.
AZIZ:
I'm sorry.
Makes my job easier,
at any rate.
I don't know about easy.
You've got three men with you
and another couple up there
in cover
with sniper rifles.
There and there.
I bet I can kill
Curzon and one
or two of your men
before you can kill me.
I doubt that.
Let's find out, shall we?
Count to three.
(panting)
Shoot him now.
Shoot him.
AZIZ:
One moment, sir,
please.
I am genuinely sorry
for all this chicanery.
His father has
political clout.
You know
the rest.
We have no choice.
Who's "we"?
You and your conscience?
My superiors have no choice.
Therefore,
I have no choice.
I understand.
No hard feelings.
Count to three.
I told you
to shoot him, damn it.
A direct bloody order.
Do you hear?
Shut up!
Listen,
if you give me
your word of honor
that you'll spare this man,
I can let you escape,
get out of
the country.
What?
That's not the fucking plan.
Shoot him, man.
Shoot him!
Quiet!
That's very decent of you.
Won't do, though.
He has to die.
AZIZ:
Look at him!
Sad little madman.
Is he really worth your life?
CURZON:
You wretched little insect.
How dare you?
How dare you?!
My father will
have you hung!
Is he worth your life?
No.
He's not worth
anything.
Not fair, is it?
Count to three.
Alfred, please.
I don't need to count to three.
I just need
to raise my finger.
Well, go ahead.
Raise your finger, then.
Don't... you...
dare.
Drop your weapons.
All of ya!
Tell 'em.
Do as she says.
(panting)
(groans softly)
(weapons clatter)
Glad to see me now,
aren't you, pet?
Say I'm wrong.
("The British Grenadiers"
playing)
(indistinct chatter)
(clanging)
Stop looking.
(whimpers)
You said you had
no backup.
And I actually
believed you.
Well played.
Swear to God, Mr. Aziz,
I didn't know she was here.
(groans)
Look at me.
(groans)
Who is she?
Looks very familiar.
Long story.
You think we talk
'cause you can wait.
(groaning)
(shouting)
Oi.
I told you to wait.
I only gave him
a few little jabs.
Keep her away
from me.
(panting)
Big baby.
(whimpering)
Who's this, then?
Who are you?
(panting)
I'm nobody.
Nobody?
Nobody? What are you
doing here, then?
Tell the truth.
Nanny! I'm his nanny!
(crying)
Is that right, duck?
She's your nanny?
Mm-hmm.
I see, I see.
You're one of them.
Filthy bastards.
Posh people.
Perverts, the lot of 'em.
It's a wonder
they reproduce.
Get her away from me.
She's mad!
Mad?
I'm calm as a
millpond, me!
(whimpers)
You ain't seen
nothing yet.
Sorry,
there'll be no torture.
Give over.
We're not animals.
Speak for yourself.
I need to see him suffer.
No.
You're a soldier.
Are you telling me
you've never had a go?
I've done torture.
For answers.
To make people talk.
This one's got
nothing to tell us.
He's mental.
He just needs to be dead.
Oh, God. This isn't right.
You owe me.
You know you do.
Give us ten minutes.
You don't need to watch.
Leave the room if
you're squeamish.
No, I'm-I'm sorry.
(panting)
I'm-I'm sorry.
I'm sick.
I know I am.
I don't
deserve this!
Do you not?
How many other women
have you killed?
Esme wasn't your first,
was she?
I can smell
darkness on you.
I-I have a sickness.
I-I swear, if you let me go,
I'll get treatment.
My-my family will...
(gasps)
Sorry, love.
What the fuck?
I have to say,
I'm very disappointed in you.
Welcome to the club.
I'm afraid this is gonna
create a lot of trouble.
For all of us.
Be seeing you, then.
(indistinct crowd chatter)
(feedback hums)
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's my great honor
to introduce to you
our speaker of the day,
talking to you on the
subject of "A New Dawn,"
pro tem leader
of the Raven Society,
Dr. Frances Gaunt!
(cheering)
Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.
Citizens of England,
I will talk
to you today
about the future
of our country.
This is a topic
around which has settled
a unanimous gloom.
All seem to agree
that, if we're not destroyed
by atom bombs,
we will be ruined by poverty
and moral decay,
by unemployment and mob rule
and angry dissent.
We are united
only in our pessimism!
Today,
I will talk to you of hope.
Hope and optimism
and a glorious future.
Some of you will laugh,
as if I'm talking about fairies
and unicorns.
(laughs)
But no.
Hope is real and powerful.
Once we have hope,
then courage and strength
and discipline will follow.
No trial cannot be endured.
No battle cannot be won.
Platitudes, you say.
Empty rhetoric. No.
(grunting)
I am not here to speak of hope.
I am here to show you.
I'm no leader,
no visionary.
I'm a simple country doctor
here only because a great man
was brought low.
My predecessor in this post
was Lord James Harwood.
He was a man of heroic vision
and boundless energy.
A true patriot
and a man of destiny.
So the powers that be
were afraid of him
and ordered his destruction.
They threw him into the Tower.
They kept him in a metal box,
four foot square, and tortured
him to the brink of death.
They mutilated him horribly.
And when he was
thoroughly broken,
they threw him naked
into the streets,
condemned to a living death,
a crazed and crippled beggar.
My friends,
fellow citizens,
I hereby formally announce
my resignation as leader
of the Raven Society,
effective immediately.
(indistinct chatter)
Where the devil is she going
with this?
But it is my great honor
to introduce
our new leader,
our guiding light,
Lord James Harwood.
(coughs)
(crowd gasping)
(indistinct chatter)
MAN:
What's happening?
(wild cheering)
What the fuck?
Oh, my God.
RIPPER:
There goes
our truce.
Wow.
Guess you were right.
Situation has
deteriorated fast.
Doesn't he look handsome, eh?
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
(cheering and applause continue)
(feedback hums)
Hello, England.
(wild cheering)
Harwood!
Bravo!
Read the Riot Act.
Send in the heavy brigade.
(crowd chanting indistinctly)
Arrest him.
Arrest everyone.
(cheering)
You cannot imagine
how good it is
to see you all here today.
A beautiful sight.
The same cannot be said for me,
I'm afraid.
(laughter)
I hope
that you will forgive my looks
and listen to my message.
A new dawn is coming,
my friends.
A fresh start
for all of us!
(cheering)
HARWOOD:
I'm going to talk with you
about the serious...
...the serious problem
that is fa...
POLICE CHIEF:
Our sovereign queen
commands all persons
being assembled here
to disperse
and depart peacefully...
(crowd booing)
...on penalties contained...
...in the Riotous Assembly Act.
MAN:
Close the door!
(grunts)
(indistinct shouting)
(horse neighs)
Please, stay calm.
(gasps)
Let's go!
(gasps)
Stop!
(horses whinnying)
Officers of the law,
this is England.
You will respect
our ancient rights
and liberties
and stop this violence
immediately!
Stand down.
(laughing)
(panting)
Further violence was averted
when the police allowed
the crowd to disperse
peacefully to their homes
without arrest.
As we continue the news...
Double whiskey
and two aspirin, please, Sid.
Got it.
You'll never guess
who was on the telly.
I'll never guess.
You look... pale, Alfie.
You all right?
Yeah, just a bit
of a headache, that's all.
We looked
for that Mrs. Pike all over.
Not hide nor hair.
Yeah.
Forget about all that. Sorted.
Sorted? Curzon?
SID:
You missed a prime show
on the telly, Alfie.
High drama.
Did I?
See you later.
(door opens, closes)
(door unlocks, opens)
MR. PENNYWORTH:
We'll not tell him anything.
But...
No. No, no, he'll make a fuss.
(door closes)
You all right, Dad?
Ah.
Yeah, it's nothing.
Bumped into a door.
(both chuckle)
Clumsy so-and-so,
he is.
Where have you been?
You don't look very well.
Give us a hug, Mum.
Oh, course.
What about me, then?
(Alfred chuckles)
You're in a good mood.
(chuckles)
Why not?
Today was a good day.
If you say so.
And tomorrow...
tomorrow will be even better.
I hope you're right.
I know I am, son.
I know I am.
We've had a rough go of it,
you know, all in all.
But things are
gonna change now.
(kisses)
(Mary chuckles)
Well, Prime Minister,
that didn't go
very well, did it?
No, ma'am. It did not.
I could swear you told
me Harwood was dead
months and months ago.
"As good as dead," ma'am.
"As good as," I said.
Says here
Harwood's a national sensation,
a hero,
darling
of the disaffected masses.
Says he defied
the police by
"sheer force
of his commanding authority."
Well, perhaps with water cannon
and rubber bullets,
something might have been done.
Oh, it's my fault, is it?
Certainly not, madam.
I-I merely point out
the mitigating circumstances.
In any case, thrash the bugger
in Trafalgar Square.
Make an example.
Well, I would
that were possible.
He's far too high-profile.
Detain him now,
we'll have a tiger by the tail.
The press
will scream blue murder.
There'll be angry mobs in the
street howling for his liberty.
Well, what are we
going to do, then?
I don't know, Your Majesty.
You'd better think
of something
bloody fast.
(both laughing)
I got it!
Got it?
Yes. Ha. Oh, again?
Hey! Bravo.
Oh, I've got it! I've got it!
Oh, what did I... what
did I tell you, Frances?
I never doubted you.
Oh, didn't you?
Good girl. I-I've
got to confess
I doubted myself.
I'm just jolly lucky that
I'm not hanging in a dungeon.
Hear, hear.
Sir,
your guests have arrived.
Oh, uh, jolly good.
They're a touch early. Will
you stall them a moment?
Yes, Your Lordship.
Guests?
Yes.
You see, the question
is, Frances, what now?
Yes, indeed.
See, I see power
within our grasp.
And when that day comes,
some cold, hard decisions
will have to be made.
Some people will be with us,
and some against.
I'm confident about
the army and the clergy,
but Her Majesty the Queen...
she troubles me.
The queen?
Well, I-I thought we were agreed
she must be assured
of our loyalty.
And we must be assured
of her obedience.
Now, I know you're not keen
on going down this road,
but I see no alternative.
Down which road?
You do trust me,
don't you, Frances?
Yes, yes, of course I do.
Well, if the queen should
prove to be reluctant,
then we will need to find
an alternative.
We will need to find
a replacement.
SERVANT:
Their graces, the Duke and
Duchess of Windermere.
Ah.
HARWOOD:
Welcome, sir, ma'am.
Welcome back to your lands.
ALFRED:
Hello, Ez.
Sorry I haven't visited
for a while.
If you're there,
I expect you'll know
that I killed the people who...
Well, you know.
Had to be done,
and now I've done it.
You remember that first time
we went out?
We were in the park,
listening to a brass band,
and I made you laugh.
And you looked at me
in my eyes,
and you smiled at me.
One of your proper
happy smiles.
First one you ever gave me.
I thought, fuck a duck,
she likes me.
Best moment of my life,
that was.
Best moment.
Used to be that
that memory made me sad.
I woke up this morning,
and I remembered it,
and it didn't make me sad.
I saw you smile at me.
I sort of smiled back.
So that's good, isn't it?
Things are looking up.
♪ ♪
"Sandie Shaw"
Closed captioned
I'm sorry about your
husband, Mrs. Thwaite.
Let's put the past
behind us, Mrs. Gaunt.
Let's show the world
what can be done
when two women reason together.
♪ ♪
Do you like parties, Martha?
MARTHA:
You need to go get your sister
away from that man.
He's in league
with the devil.
I mean, really he is.
How did you two
end up working together?
We're not with
the No-Name League.
CROWLEY:
Next you'll tell me
you're not spying on them
for the CIA.
What do you want, Crowley?
I want your soul, of course.
MARTHA:
Thomas, will you please tell us
what happened?
We were never there.
You understand?
My God. James.
Hello, Frances.
I thought you were dead.
When the time is right,
I shall reveal myself publicly.
And then I will destroy
my enemies
and lead this country back
to greatness.
The Raven Society
is on the cusp
of a new dawn.
It'll shock the world.
Are you with me?!
(audience cheering)
Yes, yes, yes!
Will you marry me?
Yes.
Yes, I will.
Esme!
ALFRED:
Captain Curzon,
he has been waiting,
waiting all this time
to pay me back.
Anything?
(door closes loudly)
MRS. PIKE:
I don't even know
his first name.
Just clean his house,
that's all.
Have you any idea
where he's gone?
You're supposed to be dead.
Well, I'm not.
(cafe patrons chatting
indistinctly)
How's your mum?
All right.
I like your mum.
Why aren't you dead?
It's a good trick, eh?
I'd tell you how,
but I'd have
to implicate other parties,
so I'll say nowt.
Tell me why I shouldn't give
the old bill a shout.
Why would you?
I've done nothing to you.
Recently.
Why are you here?
How did you know about Curzon?
I've got important friends, me.
And you're the talk
of the town, you two.
Why? Curzon's a nobody.
Nobody's nobody.
Why'd he kill Esme?
To get at me.
Revenge. He thinks
I disrespected him.
Oh, I see.
It were your fault, then.
Thought as much.
Why else would anyone hurt
such a lovely, innocent
lass like her?
What did you do
to disrespect him?
What's any of this got to do
with you?
I just want justice for Esme,
same as you.
I loved her.
You barely knew her.
She was my fiancée.
I dare say you were
very fond of her.
A man's love's not the same,
though, is it?
You've less
feeling in you.
Any road,
our lad's away,
pointing no fingers.
We have to catch
the bugger again.
Best team up, eh?
(scoffs)
I'm gonna go now.
Have I done somewhat
to offend you somehow?
No. You're mad, that's all.
Don't be like that.
We could help each other.
Good-bye.
He weren't alone.
He were with a woman.
How do you know that?
I were there.
Came to see Esme.
They got to the door first.
Well, what did
this woman look like?
Older lady.
Dark hair, I think.
She were wrapped up.
They let 'emselves in so quick
I couldn't get a proper look.
I could've stopped 'em
if I'd known.
They let themselves in?
Wh-- Th-They had keys?
Big ring of 'em.
Where you going?
The keys, they gave you
a clue, didn't they?
Tell.
No.
I'm coming with
you, Sherlock.
No. You're not.
If you loved Esme
as much as I do...
you won't deny me.
You'll know how much
this means to me.
♪ ♪
(vehicle engine rumbling)
(man speaks indistinctly)
(man screaming)
(grunts)
For fuck's sake,
why'd you do that?
Emotions got the better
of me. Sorry.
Walk away.
(panting)
Now, let's have a look.
(whimpers)
Oh, it's not too bad.
Now let's start
again, shall we?
You gave over
the keys. Why?
W-We do it all the time.
There are other flats
in the building to be let.
He looked like
a respectable buyer.
It-it's normal procedure.
When you heard
about Esme's murder,
why didn't you say
anything to the police?
I called the police immediately!
T-Two detectives came,
and I gave them
a full description
of the man
and-and all the relevant
paperwork. Look, I swear.
The police knew.
Coppers.
Bent as Judas,
the lot of 'em.
Leave me alone now,
would you?
Don't take your grump
out on me, duck.
I'm not the enemy.
What we gonna do now?
We never see
each other again.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(bells tolling)
PRIME MINISTER:
There's a telephone number
you can call for information
about bloody trains
and parking.
Is this too much?
Hmm?
Oh, uh, no.
It's very fetching, ma'am.
But this...
No.
No. I think it's too much.
Ma'am, this is
a serious problem.
None of these secret
political societies
have ever dared show
their faces in public before.
This is a brazen show
of disrespect.
THE QUEEN:
What a dreary poster.
How on earth does Mrs. Gaunt
expect to draw a crowd?
Mm, there'll be a crowd.
A mob.
Screaming for blood.
Or a general election,
at least,
which would come
to the same thing.
A hung parliament, martial law,
blood and anarchy, ma'am.
You should write plays,
Prime Minister. So dramatic.
(sighs) No.
No, it won't do.
I do not exaggerate.
Anarchy.
The whole country
will be watching
to see how we respond.
We don't oppose order
or strength
or new dawns, do we?
I don't understand
what it is they want.
Ooh, they're not Republicans,
are they?
Oh, Lord, no.
No, traditional
English fascists.
Smart black uniforms,
thrash Johnny Foreigner,
hang free thinkers
sort of thing. Childish stuff,
but they're willing
to destroy half the country
to get what they want.
A national cleansing in blood
would be just the ticket.
But under Royal authority.
Yes, of course.
But you'd have
to follow their orders
or be forced into abdication.
The Duke of Windermere
would be very happy
to take your place.
I believe I told you
we shan't ever speak
of my wretched uncle.
As you say, madam.
Nevertheless...
Absurd.
The people would never stand
for it.
Mustard and coral,
have you gone stark mad, woman?
I want your permission to use
the harshest available methods
to crush this rally.
Water cannon and rubber bullets,
deployed with brisk discretion.
Perhaps one or two snipers
in reserve.
Won't that make me look
awfully oppressive?
Can't we just send in
those lovely horses?
Isn't that the usual style?
Well, we shall do that,
of course.
But we must do more.
In times of strife,
the people need
to see and feel
the firm guidance
of Your Majesty's
government.
No.
I won't be goaded
into brutality.
Horses and truncheons only.
No rubber bullets.
No cannon, no snipers.
Yes, ma'am.
If I may...
That's all.
UNDINE:
A public rally?
We had a pact.
(sighs)
I thought we understood
each other.
Why is she doing this?
Puzzling.
What can she say
or do at a public rally
that warrants the risk
of arrest? I don't know.
A reckless mistake, perhaps.
You should be guardedly happy,
my dear.
Well, she exposes herself,
she exposes us.
We have to respond with
our own counterprotest,
or the No-Name League
will look weak.
I will look weak.
If Mrs. Gaunt wants to bare
her neck, don't stop her.
Let the police
do your work for you.
Do nothing, you mean?
If you sit down by the riverbank
and wait long enough,
the corpses
of your enemies float past.
Chinese proverb.
We're not in China.
Of course.
I'm just a loyal advisor.
You're the leader.
You must decide.
(sportscaster speaking
indistinctly on TV)
(bar patrons laughing,
chatting indistinctly)
(indistinct shouting)
(cheering on TV)
(TV sportscaster speaking
indistinctly)
Big rally tomorrow in the park.
Stand up for your country
and take part.
Say no to peace
and say yes to battle. Eh?
Are we not men?
Shut it, Adolf.
The game's on.
Oi, you! Off the furniture!
Sharpish.
We are talking about
the future of England.
Fuck off!
Commie drunkards.
You call yourself English?
Fucking liberty.
PATRON:
You're ruinin' the
fucking football, eh?
PATRON 2:
Fuck off.
Do you want some?
Lads. Lads!
Go on, then.
Do something.
DAVEBOY:
You know,
I don't get politics.
You're born, you're fucked,
you die.
That's the name
of this ship.
Why worry which fucker's
on the bridge?
(door opens)
Alfie boy.
Night of the murder,
Curzon had a woman with him.
Description sounds like
that charlady, Mrs. Pike.
What description?
How do you know that?
(indistinct arguing)
Long story.
(shouting, punching)
We need to track her down.
No problem. Ready.
Well, finish your
pint. Let's go.
What, now?
What, we're-we're tracking
her down now? This minute?
You're gonna track her down.
I've got other business.
What business?
The police fucked
Esme's murder investigation.
It was a cover-up.
Why?
Don't know.
I'm going to ask a policeman.
You two, find Pike.
(men grunting)
(indistinct shouting)
(birds singing)
(groans)
Goddamn it.
You're nervous.
(sighs)
Of course I am.
I haven't the faintest doubt
that you'll be marvelous,
your speech will
be spellbinding,
and the rally will
be a great success.
(sighs):
Yes.
(chuckles)
Or the Tower.
Success. Destiny.
Well and good.
A success.
(chuckles)
What then, Jimmy?
Well, I think
I'll start
by personally castrating
the prime minister
and all his cronies.
Then I'll put them out to starve
in the Aldgate gibbet.
Jolly well deserved, I'm sure.
But wouldn't mercy look
more statesmanlike, though,
to the people
at large?
The people...
love ferocity,
and they love
a spectacle.
I'll give them both.
Christ.
(chuckles) It's all
a bit daunting, isn't it?
I mean, we're-we're
starting a civil war.
Steel yourself, Frances.
Make no mistake,
I come with a rod of correction.
There must be bloodshed.
There must be pain.
That is how a new
and stronger nation is forged.
Egg and omelets, old girl.
You know that.
Yes. Yes, you're right,
of course.
Sorry. Just a...
touch of the old butterflies.
We shall fight... and win.
What if the queen...
refuses to accept our victory?
Well... we'll
reason with her.
She'll do the right thing.
Wh-What if she doesn't?
Then she knows that her uncle
is waiting in the Bahamas,
anxious to come home.
The pretender?
Never.
Never?
Do you think?
A coward
who fled the war,
practically a traitor?
Trifle harsh.
He's no Alexander, but...
He's married
to an American divorcée,
and he wears jewelry.
How can we talk
about restoring virtue
and allow such a man
on the throne?
Perhaps you're right.
No. You are right.
No doubt.
In any case...
the mere threat of the man is
useful to us, don't you see?
The queen doesn't know
we won't countenance the man.
Here am I, talking
about the queen's business.
(chuckles)
Absurd.
I can hardly write
a decent sentence.
(bell tolling in distance)
(rattling)
♪ ♪
Terrible habit.
Smoking?
Sneaking up on people.
It's uncivilized.
Hard to break old habits.
And it strongly suggests
this conversation
will not be amiable.
That's your guilty
conscience talking.
Conscience?
You flatter me.
You know why I'm here.
Not the faintest, old chap.
You-- and by "you,"
I mean the police--
you knew who killed Esme,
and you covered it up.
A very serious accusation.
Skip the bollocks. Talk.
Supposing what you say is true.
I wasn't on Esme's case--
why do you assume
I know anything about it?
You know everything.
It's your job.
Flattery again.
I'm not happy,
Mr. Aziz.
I'm not happy at all.
Was you to play ignorant,
I can't be responsible
for my actions.
Are you threatening me?
Yeah. I am.
Just wanted to be clear
on that point.
I'd hate to capitulate
too early.
Uh, bravo on cracking
the case, by the way,
Someday you must tell me
how you did it.
It's the usual sordid story.
Esme's killer, Mr. Curzon,
is the bastard son
of a very important man.
A lord, in fact.
Favors were called in;
the case was scuppered.
(clock chimes hour)
What lord? Give me a name.
Oh.
That's more
than my life's worth.
Literally.
Cut my throat, if you must.
Tell me where Curzon is now.
I don't know.
Like I said, Mr. Aziz,
I'm not happy.
I'll make trouble.
Bulls in china shops
ain't in it.
I don't know
where your man is.
I expect
I could find out, though,
if you gave me some time.
I haven't got time.
You could put
the Sweeney onto me
as soon as I walk out there.
Yes, I could do that.
You'll have to trust me.
You got 24 hours.
Well, I'd better
get onto it, then.
Now, how should I reach you?
(sighs)
(whispers):
Fuck.
If you ask me, they're
all bloody lunatics.
Ravens, indeed.
They're crows, more like.
Disgruntled crows.
You give them their head,
they'll have us
back at war in a trice,
never mind who with.
Hear, hear.
I hope you're gonna give 'em
a bloody good thrashing
at this wretched rally.
Don't you worry,
we'll show them what's what.
Rather them than that
wretched No-Name League, eh?
Hmm.
At least the Ravens have
proper respect for rank...
and blood.
A plague on both their houses.
What's the matter with
just muddling along together
as we always have done?
PRIME MINISTER:
Hear, hear.
Built an empire that way.
Gentry, plebs,
muddling and...
bodging along together.
Arthur.
Sir.
Arthur's been with me here
nigh on...
20 years.
We couldn't live
without each other.
Am I right, Arthur?
No doubt,
Sir Francis.
What is it?
A telephone call
for the prime minister, sir.
Oh.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
(low, indistinct chatter)
Yes?
Yes, I'm...
with him now, as it happens.
No.
No. Come here.
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter continues)
Sit down, man.
Sit down.
Thank you, sir.
I've told Lord Smytth
what's afoot,
and I've assured him
you'll do your very best
to resolve the
situation quietly.
He quite rightly
wants to know
why the situation
isn't resolved already.
Yes, sir.
Uh, the vengeful young man
pursuing your son is a highly
skilled SAS combat veteran.
Hard to catch,
hard to kill.
(clock chiming)
We can get him, sir, no doubt,
but, um....
it'll take some doing.
At a high cost
in men and blood, perhaps.
Oh, indeed, Prime Minister.
A high cost.
And then,
I imagine, a good few
indiscreet mouths
will need to be silenced,
I expect.
Yes, sir.
That's usually the case.
You needn't lay it on
so thick.
I know I'll have
to pay for this.
Get the thing done.
Yes, my lord.
I make no excuses for him.
He's not right in the head.
He never was.
But no child of mine is going
to be hunted like an animal
by a mere pleb.
Whatever he
may have been accused of,
he has noble blood in him.
And blood... is blood.
Oh, any father
would do the same.
His mother...
was the great love of my life.
As for payment,
perish the thought.
What are friends for?
Humbug.
What do you want?
Goes without saying
your splendidly loyal support
for me in the House
has been most welcome.
Essential, you mean.
Mm, quite so.
I should hate
to lose that support,
for any reason,
under any circumstances.
Protect my son,
get rid of this SAS ruffian,
and I promise you my vote.
Under any circumstances.
(chuckles softly)
Your son is safe.
♪ ♪
(vehicle passing)
(bell tolling)
(band playing lively march)
♪ ♪
(drops gate
to rhythm of march)
(walking to rhythm of march)
WOMAN:
One, two, three. Testing.
(march ends)
(faint, muffled knocking)
(muffled knocking grows louder)
(loud knocking)
(groans)
(knocking continues)
(sighs) Martha, do you
know what time it is?
I do.
I figured you for
an early riser.
What is this about?
Just passing.
Are you okay?
Fine.
Touch of the flu.
You shouldn't stay
long. It's catching.
I never catch stuff.
What's the coffee situation?
I'll call room service.
So, the big Raven Society
rally today, huh?
What are you guys
doing about it?
Nothing.
Undine Thwaite told everyone
to stay at home.
No. Not those guys.
You guys.
CIA.
Now, I'm guessing you're gonna
play a waiting game, but...
I think that would be a mistake.
The situation
could deteriorate fast.
Look at me, Martha.
I'm not CIA.
I'm looking at you, Thomas,
and I don't believe you.
Well, I can't help with that.
(clears throat)
Anyhow, I'm here
to tell you
that I'm okay with
the CIA thing.
I didn't want you to think
it'd be a problem for me.
So we can continue
working together.
That's a whole other issue.
Well, go on.
Let's face it, Martha.
I'm not CIA.
But supposing I was...
you're not really...
Agency material.
The hell I'm not.
Last week,
whilst on
a three-day blackout drug spree,
you mislaid my sister
at a satanist orgy.
Just a tad bit unprofessional,
don't you think?
You son of a bitch.
Unprofessional?
Look at you.
I have the flu.
You're drowning in
scotch and pills,
you haven't slept right in
ages, you've been crying,
and you're the big-shot CIA man?
(chuckles) Yeah, well,
if you're the benchmark,
I think I can
measure up okay.
(exhales)
I'm sorry.
That was uncalled for.
That's all right.
Not in great shape
at the present.
It's true.
What happened to you
at Crowley's?
Not up for discussion.
You saw the Devil.
No. No Devil.
I did. I saw him.
No, Martha, you imagined him.
I wish.
(sighs heavily)
Crowley is a spooky guy.
We both got spooked.
Let's leave it at that,
shall we?
This coffee sucks.
You want some scotch?
Um...
(chuckles)
Yeah. Sure.
(ringing)
(footsteps approaching)
Hello?
AZIZ:
He's been gift-wrapped for you.
Wapping Pumping Station.
Come alone.
♪ ♪
You're up early.
Work, Mum.
You're up early, too.
Yeah.
Making breakfast
for your dad.
He's up early, too.
Yeah, work.
Sir Francis has a function.
My busy boys.
Where are you going?
West End.
Meeting a client.
Got time
for a bacon sandwich?
Or boiled egg
and soldiers?
No, Mum.
Well, at least let me
give you a hug, then.
Got to go.
Don't want to be late.
Well, you be careful.
I love you, son.
(door closes)
(clock ticking)
("Jerusalem" playing
over speakers)
♪ And did those feet ♪
♪ In ancient time ♪
♪ Walk upon
England's mountains green ♪
♪ And was the holy ♪
♪ Lamb of God ♪
♪ On England's ♪
♪ Pleasant pastures seen ♪
♪ And did the countenance... ♪
Alfie been in?
No. The usual?
(ravens cawing in distance)
(train horn blares)
♪ ♪
(rats squeaking)
CURZON (in distance):
Help.
Help!
(squeaking)
Who's there?
Who is it?
Pennyworth,
is that you?
Good morning.
Good morning.
We meet at last,
as they say.
Cat got your tongue?
I thought,
when I finally met you,
I'd have lots to say to you.
Questions to ask.
But now we're here,
I've got nothing.
You're nothing.
(chuckling)
You fool.
You think you've won.
Don't you?
You really think a dirty,
stupid little pleb like you
could outwit a man
of noble blood?
Nah.
I know there's no winning
this game.
But you got to play to
the whistle, haven't you?
Isn't that right,
Inspector Aziz?!
You can show yourself.
I've got no backup.
You're safe.
Come have a chat to me.
I'm not a fucking idiot.
I know a trap when I see one.
AZIZ:
Why did you walk
into it, then?
I don't know.
I think
I don't give a fuck anymore.
AZIZ:
I'm sorry.
Makes my job easier,
at any rate.
I don't know about easy.
You've got three men with you
and another couple up there
in cover
with sniper rifles.
There and there.
I bet I can kill
Curzon and one
or two of your men
before you can kill me.
I doubt that.
Let's find out, shall we?
Count to three.
(panting)
Shoot him now.
Shoot him.
AZIZ:
One moment, sir,
please.
I am genuinely sorry
for all this chicanery.
His father has
political clout.
You know
the rest.
We have no choice.
Who's "we"?
You and your conscience?
My superiors have no choice.
Therefore,
I have no choice.
I understand.
No hard feelings.
Count to three.
I told you
to shoot him, damn it.
A direct bloody order.
Do you hear?
Shut up!
Listen,
if you give me
your word of honor
that you'll spare this man,
I can let you escape,
get out of
the country.
What?
That's not the fucking plan.
Shoot him, man.
Shoot him!
Quiet!
That's very decent of you.
Won't do, though.
He has to die.
AZIZ:
Look at him!
Sad little madman.
Is he really worth your life?
CURZON:
You wretched little insect.
How dare you?
How dare you?!
My father will
have you hung!
Is he worth your life?
No.
He's not worth
anything.
Not fair, is it?
Count to three.
Alfred, please.
I don't need to count to three.
I just need
to raise my finger.
Well, go ahead.
Raise your finger, then.
Don't... you...
dare.
Drop your weapons.
All of ya!
Tell 'em.
Do as she says.
(panting)
(groans softly)
(weapons clatter)
Glad to see me now,
aren't you, pet?
Say I'm wrong.
("The British Grenadiers"
playing)
(indistinct chatter)
(clanging)
Stop looking.
(whimpers)
You said you had
no backup.
And I actually
believed you.
Well played.
Swear to God, Mr. Aziz,
I didn't know she was here.
(groans)
Look at me.
(groans)
Who is she?
Looks very familiar.
Long story.
You think we talk
'cause you can wait.
(groaning)
(shouting)
Oi.
I told you to wait.
I only gave him
a few little jabs.
Keep her away
from me.
(panting)
Big baby.
(whimpering)
Who's this, then?
Who are you?
(panting)
I'm nobody.
Nobody?
Nobody? What are you
doing here, then?
Tell the truth.
Nanny! I'm his nanny!
(crying)
Is that right, duck?
She's your nanny?
Mm-hmm.
I see, I see.
You're one of them.
Filthy bastards.
Posh people.
Perverts, the lot of 'em.
It's a wonder
they reproduce.
Get her away from me.
She's mad!
Mad?
I'm calm as a
millpond, me!
(whimpers)
You ain't seen
nothing yet.
Sorry,
there'll be no torture.
Give over.
We're not animals.
Speak for yourself.
I need to see him suffer.
No.
You're a soldier.
Are you telling me
you've never had a go?
I've done torture.
For answers.
To make people talk.
This one's got
nothing to tell us.
He's mental.
He just needs to be dead.
Oh, God. This isn't right.
You owe me.
You know you do.
Give us ten minutes.
You don't need to watch.
Leave the room if
you're squeamish.
No, I'm-I'm sorry.
(panting)
I'm-I'm sorry.
I'm sick.
I know I am.
I don't
deserve this!
Do you not?
How many other women
have you killed?
Esme wasn't your first,
was she?
I can smell
darkness on you.
I-I have a sickness.
I-I swear, if you let me go,
I'll get treatment.
My-my family will...
(gasps)
Sorry, love.
What the fuck?
I have to say,
I'm very disappointed in you.
Welcome to the club.
I'm afraid this is gonna
create a lot of trouble.
For all of us.
Be seeing you, then.
(indistinct crowd chatter)
(feedback hums)
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's my great honor
to introduce to you
our speaker of the day,
talking to you on the
subject of "A New Dawn,"
pro tem leader
of the Raven Society,
Dr. Frances Gaunt!
(cheering)
Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.
Citizens of England,
I will talk
to you today
about the future
of our country.
This is a topic
around which has settled
a unanimous gloom.
All seem to agree
that, if we're not destroyed
by atom bombs,
we will be ruined by poverty
and moral decay,
by unemployment and mob rule
and angry dissent.
We are united
only in our pessimism!
Today,
I will talk to you of hope.
Hope and optimism
and a glorious future.
Some of you will laugh,
as if I'm talking about fairies
and unicorns.
(laughs)
But no.
Hope is real and powerful.
Once we have hope,
then courage and strength
and discipline will follow.
No trial cannot be endured.
No battle cannot be won.
Platitudes, you say.
Empty rhetoric. No.
(grunting)
I am not here to speak of hope.
I am here to show you.
I'm no leader,
no visionary.
I'm a simple country doctor
here only because a great man
was brought low.
My predecessor in this post
was Lord James Harwood.
He was a man of heroic vision
and boundless energy.
A true patriot
and a man of destiny.
So the powers that be
were afraid of him
and ordered his destruction.
They threw him into the Tower.
They kept him in a metal box,
four foot square, and tortured
him to the brink of death.
They mutilated him horribly.
And when he was
thoroughly broken,
they threw him naked
into the streets,
condemned to a living death,
a crazed and crippled beggar.
My friends,
fellow citizens,
I hereby formally announce
my resignation as leader
of the Raven Society,
effective immediately.
(indistinct chatter)
Where the devil is she going
with this?
But it is my great honor
to introduce
our new leader,
our guiding light,
Lord James Harwood.
(coughs)
(crowd gasping)
(indistinct chatter)
MAN:
What's happening?
(wild cheering)
What the fuck?
Oh, my God.
RIPPER:
There goes
our truce.
Wow.
Guess you were right.
Situation has
deteriorated fast.
Doesn't he look handsome, eh?
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
(cheering and applause continue)
(feedback hums)
Hello, England.
(wild cheering)
Harwood!
Bravo!
Read the Riot Act.
Send in the heavy brigade.
(crowd chanting indistinctly)
Arrest him.
Arrest everyone.
(cheering)
You cannot imagine
how good it is
to see you all here today.
A beautiful sight.
The same cannot be said for me,
I'm afraid.
(laughter)
I hope
that you will forgive my looks
and listen to my message.
A new dawn is coming,
my friends.
A fresh start
for all of us!
(cheering)
HARWOOD:
I'm going to talk with you
about the serious...
...the serious problem
that is fa...
POLICE CHIEF:
Our sovereign queen
commands all persons
being assembled here
to disperse
and depart peacefully...
(crowd booing)
...on penalties contained...
...in the Riotous Assembly Act.
MAN:
Close the door!
(grunts)
(indistinct shouting)
(horse neighs)
Please, stay calm.
(gasps)
Let's go!
(gasps)
Stop!
(horses whinnying)
Officers of the law,
this is England.
You will respect
our ancient rights
and liberties
and stop this violence
immediately!
Stand down.
(laughing)
(panting)
Further violence was averted
when the police allowed
the crowd to disperse
peacefully to their homes
without arrest.
As we continue the news...
Double whiskey
and two aspirin, please, Sid.
Got it.
You'll never guess
who was on the telly.
I'll never guess.
You look... pale, Alfie.
You all right?
Yeah, just a bit
of a headache, that's all.
We looked
for that Mrs. Pike all over.
Not hide nor hair.
Yeah.
Forget about all that. Sorted.
Sorted? Curzon?
SID:
You missed a prime show
on the telly, Alfie.
High drama.
Did I?
See you later.
(door opens, closes)
(door unlocks, opens)
MR. PENNYWORTH:
We'll not tell him anything.
But...
No. No, no, he'll make a fuss.
(door closes)
You all right, Dad?
Ah.
Yeah, it's nothing.
Bumped into a door.
(both chuckle)
Clumsy so-and-so,
he is.
Where have you been?
You don't look very well.
Give us a hug, Mum.
Oh, course.
What about me, then?
(Alfred chuckles)
You're in a good mood.
(chuckles)
Why not?
Today was a good day.
If you say so.
And tomorrow...
tomorrow will be even better.
I hope you're right.
I know I am, son.
I know I am.
We've had a rough go of it,
you know, all in all.
But things are
gonna change now.
(kisses)
(Mary chuckles)
Well, Prime Minister,
that didn't go
very well, did it?
No, ma'am. It did not.
I could swear you told
me Harwood was dead
months and months ago.
"As good as dead," ma'am.
"As good as," I said.
Says here
Harwood's a national sensation,
a hero,
darling
of the disaffected masses.
Says he defied
the police by
"sheer force
of his commanding authority."
Well, perhaps with water cannon
and rubber bullets,
something might have been done.
Oh, it's my fault, is it?
Certainly not, madam.
I-I merely point out
the mitigating circumstances.
In any case, thrash the bugger
in Trafalgar Square.
Make an example.
Well, I would
that were possible.
He's far too high-profile.
Detain him now,
we'll have a tiger by the tail.
The press
will scream blue murder.
There'll be angry mobs in the
street howling for his liberty.
Well, what are we
going to do, then?
I don't know, Your Majesty.
You'd better think
of something
bloody fast.
(both laughing)
I got it!
Got it?
Yes. Ha. Oh, again?
Hey! Bravo.
Oh, I've got it! I've got it!
Oh, what did I... what
did I tell you, Frances?
I never doubted you.
Oh, didn't you?
Good girl. I-I've
got to confess
I doubted myself.
I'm just jolly lucky that
I'm not hanging in a dungeon.
Hear, hear.
Sir,
your guests have arrived.
Oh, uh, jolly good.
They're a touch early. Will
you stall them a moment?
Yes, Your Lordship.
Guests?
Yes.
You see, the question
is, Frances, what now?
Yes, indeed.
See, I see power
within our grasp.
And when that day comes,
some cold, hard decisions
will have to be made.
Some people will be with us,
and some against.
I'm confident about
the army and the clergy,
but Her Majesty the Queen...
she troubles me.
The queen?
Well, I-I thought we were agreed
she must be assured
of our loyalty.
And we must be assured
of her obedience.
Now, I know you're not keen
on going down this road,
but I see no alternative.
Down which road?
You do trust me,
don't you, Frances?
Yes, yes, of course I do.
Well, if the queen should
prove to be reluctant,
then we will need to find
an alternative.
We will need to find
a replacement.
SERVANT:
Their graces, the Duke and
Duchess of Windermere.
Ah.
HARWOOD:
Welcome, sir, ma'am.
Welcome back to your lands.
ALFRED:
Hello, Ez.
Sorry I haven't visited
for a while.
If you're there,
I expect you'll know
that I killed the people who...
Well, you know.
Had to be done,
and now I've done it.
You remember that first time
we went out?
We were in the park,
listening to a brass band,
and I made you laugh.
And you looked at me
in my eyes,
and you smiled at me.
One of your proper
happy smiles.
First one you ever gave me.
I thought, fuck a duck,
she likes me.
Best moment of my life,
that was.
Best moment.
Used to be that
that memory made me sad.
I woke up this morning,
and I remembered it,
and it didn't make me sad.
I saw you smile at me.
I sort of smiled back.
So that's good, isn't it?
Things are looking up.
♪ ♪