Pennyworth (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Alma Coogan - full transcript
Alfred, Thomas and Martha become entangled in an assassination plot against Lord Harwood.
PENNYWORTH#109
"Alma Cogan"
Closed Captioned
Will you come with me?
To London? Both of you?
Really?
Well, I have a battle ahead.
I'll need loyal friends.
My God. James.
Hello, Frances.
UNDINE: Public rally?RIPPER: What can she say
or do at a public rally that
warrants the risk of arrest?
Lord James Harwood.
[cheering]
Send in the heavy brigade.
Arrest everyone.
[neighing][indistinct shouting]
[neighing]
[echoing]:
Stop!
Harwood's a national sensation.
A hero.
Well, what are we
going to do, then?
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.
Welcome,
sir, ma'am.
You knew who killed Esme,
and you covered it up.
Protect my son,
and I promise you
my vote.
Count to three.
Shoot him now.
His father
has political clout.
You know the rest.
I just need
to raise my finger.
Well, go ahead.
Raise your finger.
Don't you...
dare.
My-my family will...
[gasps]Sorry, love.
AZIZ:
I'm afraid this is gonna
create a lot of trouble.
For all of us.
♪
[birds cawing]
DETECTIVE: No?ALFRED: No.
I'm gonna ask you
one more time.
And this is your last chance
to answer truthfully.
No more chances.
Who was your accomplice
in the unlawful killing
of John Curzon?
Just give us a name.
No.[sighs]
Alfred, I can't help you
if you won't help yourself.
No offense, Mr. Aziz,
but your help
hasn't been very helpful
so far, has it?
You're not dead.
I should say
that's jolly helpful.
You were there.
You saw it.
She saved my life
fair and square.
A man can't grass on someone
who saved his life, now, can he?
Fair play.
Your sense of honor
is admirable.
Your lust for vengeance,
on the other hand,
might well bring down
the government.
The PM wants you
buried alive.
You're to have
no trial, no jury.
You're to be thrown
in the dungeons and forgotten.
You need a friend.
I need a name.
I did say I'd make trouble.
Can't say I didn't warn you.
Let him say goodbye
to his parents.
Then take him downstairs
to be sentenced.
What, they're here?
Since we took you in.
[door opens, bangs shut]
[Mrs. Pennyworth crying]
I'm sorry, Mum.
She knows you are, son.
[sniffles]
My poor baby.
Not now, Mother.
I'll be all right.[sniffles]
Oh, dear.
[sniffling]
Everything's going wrong.
What's to become of us?
Mother, we agreed not to burden
the boy with our worries.
Let him know we'll-we'll
be strong for him, eh?
Yeah. Yeah.
I'm sorry, love.
Oh, don't say
sorry, Mum.
JUSTICE OF THE PEACE:
Seven years. Take him down.
♪
[rowdy, indistinct chatter]
[door closes]
[chatter stops]
Morning.
Who's in charge here?
♪
♪
♪
ANNOUNCER:
We interrupt this broadcast
for an announcement from
Her Majesty's Prime Minister.
I spoke this morning with
Her Gracious Majesty the Queen.
I informed her,
with deep regret,
that my administration
no longer has the support
of a majority in Parliament.
That being so,
she has granted me
interim powers
to act as her prime minister
until such time as
a general election can be held.
In order to ensure
a truly democratic process,
the election will be open
to all parties,
including those that
have previously been illegal.
All gag orders
are hereby rescinded.
You may well ask,
why allow these scoundrels
to emerge from their dark lairs?
Because it is vitally important
we show the extremists
in no uncertain terms
that their violent radicalism
is not wanted here.
Whether they be left
or right fanatics,
their path can lead only
to bloodshed and anarchy.
On Election Day,
do not give in
to the dark joys of chaos.
Vote for your tried
and trusted traditional parties.
Vote for stability and peace.
That is all.
I bid you good day.
God save the queen,
and may he have mercy on us all.
Wow.ANNOUNCER: So there we have it,
an announcement from
Her Majesty's Prime Minister...
Finally.
Oh, you think
that's good news?
The people are going
to have their say.
[grunts]How is that
not good news?
How?
He's hoping the Ravens
and the No-Names
will use their new freedom
to destroy each other.
It might work.
Or he may have just announced
the start of a civil war.
[chuckles] Or maybe,
you cynical bastard,
the people
will use their freedom
to choose wisely and peacefully.
Oh, come on.
For such a sharp
backgammon player,
you really are very naive.
Suppose, just suppose,
that Undine Thwaite
and the No-Name League
actually get their message
across and they win.
What if the people are actually
good, decent men and women
and they soundly reject
the Raven Society?[exhales]
What then with your cynicism?
You know, sometimes I forget
you're a wacko idealist.
A: Lord Harwood will not
accept defeat on any terms.
He'll turn to violence.
And B: Do you really,
truly believe that Undine
Thwaite and the No-Name League
should be running this country?
Why not?
The CIA believes they should.
Else why are you helping them?
The CIA likes options.
We're helping the
prime minister, too.
We'd back the Ravens
if they'd have us.
The CIA would let a chimpanzee
run this country[laughs]
if it served
American interests.
No, that's not true.
I can assure
you it is.
What, so the CIA would support
violent repression?
Curfews?
Mandatory conscription?
No, say what you like,
but they wouldn't choose
a fascist dictatorship
when there are other options.
There are moral imperatives.
There really aren't.
Well, then that just proves
that you government people
have dried-up little souls.
Like raisins.Ouch.
It doesn't prove
that the No-Name League
couldn't run the country.
I've met Undine Thwaite
several times.
She's very intelligent and...
capable and honest.
[clicks tongue]
Let's just agree to disagree,
shall we?
How much did I lose
at backgammon?
£250.
Where are you going?Vacation's over.
I have to get back to work
before the shit hits the fan.
Really? That much? 250?
Have to pay you back
when I next see you.
Mm. You don't double enough.
Listen, speaking
of back to work,
count me in.
I want to work.
For government people
with dried-up souls?
Well, I believe in what
the No-Names stand for.
I believe in peace
and social justice.
I don't care
why you're helping them.
You are,
so I'm happy to help you.
Okay, I'll give you a call.
No. That sounded ominously
like "fuck off."
Martha,
I'm telling you
this as a friend.
I don't for a moment
doubt your competence.
But you don't know this world
and these people like I do.
And, quite frankly,
you're better off
not knowing.
Things are going
to get pretty nasty.
I'm not sure you
should be involved.
That's exactly why you need...I can't stop you
from working for
the No-Name League.
I'm just saying,
think about it.
Okay?
[door opens]
Patronizing bastard.
[door closes]
[sighs]
MAN [over speaker]:
A vote for the No-Name League
is a vote for hope.
A vote for equality.
A vote for love.
Vote Undine Thwaite.[siren wailing in distance]
Freedom to speak truth
to power.[tires squealing]
MAN: Get back here now!MAN 2: Stay where you are!
[whistles blowing,
indistinct arguing in distance]
[coughing]
I think you should
tell him.
Oh, don't start again.
We agreed.
Just doesn't feel right,
him not knowing.
Well, it's my secret
to tell, love.
And I'm not telling, all right?
That's the end of it.
Come on.
♪
♪
[chuckles] Oh.
Welcome home, my love.
Girls, this is my
darling wife Clarissa.
Hello.
Come along.
Yeah.
I like what you've
done with the place.
Très chic.
And you.
You look fabulous.
Positively blooming.
Like a new woman.
LADY HARWOOD:
Um,
Jimmy, I...Hmm?
May we speak alone?
Oh, don't worry
about the girls.
Any friend of mine is
a friend of theirs.
Now... [grunts]
Tell me what's
on your mind.
You seem troubled.
Unhappy, even.
No, no, not at all.
I'm very happy. Very happy.
It's just, uh...
you know,
this is all so sudden.
We'd given you up for dead.
I... I feel like I'm dreaming.
Hope that it's
a happy dream.
Oh, of course a happy dream.
[gasps, whimpers]
[gasps, whimpers]
[rowdy, indistinct chatter]
[lock clanking]
MAN: Fresh meat.MAN 2: Lovely. Lovely.
Ginger pubes.Lovely. Lovely.
Get your eyes up.Lovely. Lovely.
Lovely.Alfred Pennyworth?
[crowd quiets]
Mr. Pennyworth, sir. Visitor.
Sandra. What are
you doing here?
It's good to see you,
but you shouldn't have come.
I'm not chasing you
or anything.
Bazza and Daveboy sent me
with a message.
They didn't want to show their
faces and rouse suspicions.
Suspicions?
Of what?
They said to tell you
to stay low and tight
and remember Rangoon.
Ah, fuck.
Okay, listen, Sandy.
Now, this is important.
You go back to them
and tell 'em I said fucking no.
No.
Tell 'em I said
forget all about Rangoon.
That is an order.
All right?
All right.
"Rangoon" means "escape,"
doesn't it?
Tell 'em I said they're children
to be discussing such bollocks.
Don't you want to escape?
Not at Rangoon odds.
It was a bloodbath.
Tell 'em don't worry.
I'll think of something.
Will you?
Course.
I've been in worse shtook.
It was politics
that got me in here,
and they're changing
every day, so...
How are they, anyway? The lads?
They're worried about you.
We're all worried
about you.
Even me.
I haven't treated you right,
Sandra.
And I'm very sorry about that.
I've been wanting to tell you
the cold, hard truth
for a while,
but I put it off 'cause...
well, 'cause it's cold and hard.
What is?
Bit obvious now,
isn't it?
Stay away from the likes of me.
Stay away from men that you
have to meet in Newgate.
I should. I know.
You deserve much, much better.
I know what I deserve.
Better than you do, I expect.
Girl like you can have
anyone you want.
Lords, if you like.
I don't want a lord.
Sandra,
you're gonna forget about me,
and I'm gonna forget about you.
Oy.
Escort her to the outer door.
Any screws mess about,
you use my name.
Yes, sir,
Mr. Pennyworth.
Goodbye, Sandra.
[quiet, indistinct chatter]
Alfie says you're
fucking children.
Forget Rangoon.
He'll think of something.
That's an order.
Got it?
Aye.
[indistinct chatter]
♪
I... Seriously, I think
we should just lose
all this cake nonsense.
This cake nonsense is
perfect. Remember...
Yes, yes. I know.
Just, I'm talking
to one person, face-to-face.
[sighs]
MAN:
All right, we're on in
five, four, three...
Good morning, everyone.
I'm Undine Thwaite.
I'm so glad I can finally
speak to you face-to-face.
I thank the prime minister for
allowing us all to speak freely.
Now, I'm new to this
speechmaking business, so, um,
please forgive me if I simply do
my best to speak plainly to you,
without any fine phrases.
My dear husband Julian was
the talker in our family.
My own political work,
as for so many women,
was behind the scenes.
Organizing, fund-raising,
peacemaking.
I'd still be happy
in the background today,
had my husband not been
so cruelly taken from me.
But I don't want to dwell
on the sorrows of the past.
Let's talk about tomorrow.
Let's talk about hope.
Why not?
Everyone deserves hope.
And hope is what...
My God, what utter tripe.
Turn off the machine.
Hope and love, equality...Well, well.
I don't think we
have much to fear
from the No-Name
contingent.
Equality, indeed.
[scoffs]
Why not toast and jam?
I liked her.
I thought she seemed nice.
No side to her.
Well, she's standing
for prime minister.
So, thankfully,
nice has nothing to do with it.
Oh, I'm sure you
know best.
Poor thing.
Imagine, your husband murdered
right in front of you.
And carrying on
the way she has.
So brave.Mm.
[vehicle approaching]
[horn honks]
Welcome, Your Grace.
Look here, Harwood.
It won't do, do you see?
We have been
treated abominably.
Cooped up like chickens,
chivvied hither and yon.
Bally rot.
Your woman here tells me
I am not allowed--
not allowed--
to call my tailor.
We agreed, sir, no one must
know you're in the country.
You must remain incognito
for the time being.
There are limits, man.
Limits.It won't do.
[sighs] I'll have him
sent for immediately.
You must be exhausted.
Perhaps you'd like to
see your quarters.
Clarissa.Uh, Your Grace.
♪
GAUNT:
They're impossible, Jimmy.
Vicious, stupid and cunning
in equal measure.
Tools, Frances.
Implements.
And now that we've got them
in our grasp,
the queen will have
to do our bidding
or risk replacement.
Gin?
Yes. Yes, yes, please.
I saw that No-Name woman
on the machine.
Undine Thwaite.Oh, yes.
No, I saw her, too. Utter tosh.Yes, I agree.
Bet and Peg liked her
immensely, though.
Did they?Yes, they found her
simpatico.
No side. Interesting, no?
I know I shouldn't delve,
but I don't quite see
what those Sykes sisters
are exactly for
in the grand
scheme of things.
You're absolutely right,
Frances.
You shouldn't delve.
My point is that
we're selling blood and iron,
and Thwaite is selling
sponge cake!
She may be a more
formidable opponent
than I first anticipated.
You've got a way
of getting hold of her
quietly, I expect?
Yes. Yes, yes. Yes, I do.
Give her a call. Tell her
we have mutual interests
I'd like to discuss with her.
Thank you.
HARWOOD:
Perhaps we can make a pact.
♪
CHANCELLOR:
Regarding the, uh, items
referred
to the plenary subcommittee
on excise,
an adjudication
will take place
as and when the
addendum review panel
issues its figures. Uh...
[whispering indistinctly]Uh, and I would ask--
uh, I have asked
that the cabinet ministers
are in full...[others gasping]
PRIME MINISTER:
A pact will kill us!
Kill us!
As you say, sir.
I'd scrap the election
and call in the army,
but, frankly,
I doubt their loyalty.
I think they'd back Harwood.
I hear the same thing.
[sighs]
I'm getting old.
I didn't see this coming.
[rowdy, indistinct chatter]
MAN: Mr. Pennyworth, sir,
you got a visitor.
What do you want?
I'm gratified to see you looking
so healthy in such squalor.
Match fit.
How would you like
to get out of here?
[sighs]
Oh, don't sulk now.
What do you say?
I'm waiting for a question
worth answering.
Are you willing to kill
to get out of here?
Depends who and how many.
May I sit down?
[coughs]
The air in here is hell
on my allergies.
Turmeric.
Works wonders.
[chuckles]
The Ravens and
the No-Name League
are secretly negotiating
an electoral pact.
They'll divvy up seats
to avoid directly
competing with each other.
It's a lethal choke hold
on the traditional parties.
The prime minister has decided
on heroic measures.
Lord Harwood has to go.
We'll make it seem the No-Name
League are responsible.
Harwood.
And the No-Name patsies.
It's a just target.
Harwood means to set up
a fascist dictatorship.
He'll need a war.
Enemies.
Scotland first, probably.
Then who knows?
You're working
for the good guys, Alfred.
I do this, then I'm out.
No charges on me.
Unless, of course,
for any reason you fail
to complete your side
of the deal.
Fair enough.
Doesn't add up, though, does it?
There's a high risk
of making Harwood a martyr.
The Ravens could gain big
from his death at the polls.
Your chiefs wouldn't
want him dead
unless there was
some other threat in play.
The Pretender and his wife
are in England.
Harwood has them
under lock and key,
ready to slap crowns
on the blighters.
He also has a large faction
of the army high command
on his side.
They like wars, too.
Why not just kill the duke?
One can't murder dukes.
Not unless there's
no viable alternative.
Now you know
everything. Um...
I'll have word
with the warden, shall I?
[knock on door]
[chuckles]
[crying]
Oh, Alfie.
[both laughing]
Here you are.Thank you.
Thank you.You're welcome.
Now, going in
by the southeast gate...
looks easier.
Hmm. We'd have
to take out...
the guardhouse first, though.
Well, that's what I'm saying--
so we start here,
make our way around
and through that gate.ALFRED: Hello, lads.
Hatching a plan, are we?
[clicks tongue]
I thought you'd been told
about all that.
What the fuck? Alfie.
Hey. What the fuck?Hey.
[chuckles]
Alfred.
Bazza.
Alfie.
Come here.
Oh...
Told you I'd think
of something.
GROUP:
♪ My, my, my Hey! Hey-hey!
♪ Delilah
♪ Why, why, why
♪ Delilah?
♪ So before
♪ They come to break down
the door ♪
♪ Forgive me, Delilah
♪ I just couldn't take
any more. ♪
♪
So, how did you get out?
Told you-- my friend Aziz
pulled strings.
Oh. Seriously, now, what do
you have to do in return?
Three guesses.
Kill someone.
Fuck, Alfie.
Yeah, I know--
very depressing.
Actors call it
typecasting.
Who's the blot?
That, you don't
need to know.
Even if you're in on it,
names can wait.
DAVEBOY:
No, we're in on it.
Maybe. Don't know
the specs yet.
No debate. We're in.
Harwood.
[chuckles]
Ah. No problem.
Just the most famous, if not the
most popular, man in England.
Piece of cake.
When?
Aziz is gonna call
when it's on.
What then?
What then?
You're in Babylon, Alfie.
They won't let you go.
They'll want you to
keep killing people.
And you don't like
killing people.
Yeah, I'll worry
about that after.
You say you're in on the job,
then you get the collywobbles.
Make your mind up.[door opens]
Harwood needs topping, anyway,
and I'm out of Newgate.[door closes]
That's good enough for me.
What are you boys
whispering about?
Dirty joke, Mrs. P.
You'll have
already heard it.
I dare say I have,
Mr. MacDougal.[chuckles]
As long as you're
not talking mischief.
I've got my baby back.
I'm not letting him out
of my sight ever again.
Oh... [chuckles]
Right. Suppose you want
breakfast, dear.
Oh, yes, please.
All right, then.Please, yeah.
[laughs]
Have a nice cup of tea.
Nobody... nobody
sees this list.
Understood.
First list is the seats
we believe we can take
if the Ravens agree
not to stand.
Second list is the seats
we're willing to give to them.
Both lists are ranked.
Deal breakers first,
easy concessions last.
We've entrusted you with
a great deal of responsibility.
I won't let you down.
If you don't mind my
asking, though, why me?
Why not go yourselves?
I can't be seen to
conspire with fascists.
And I can't be seen.
If it goes wrong,
you're a foreign freelancer.
RIPPER:
We knew nothing.
Hmm.
He'll try and intimidate you.
Don't let him.
But don't be
aggressive in return.
UNDINE:
Emphasize our commitment
to peace, to dialogue.
It's okay. They know me.
Martha? [chuckles]
Oh, it's so great
to see you again,
Mrs. Thwaite.
I'm so sorry
for your loss.
Undine, please.
We're old comrades.
How are you?Very well.
MARTHA:
I'm so excited
for the future.
Your courage has been
an inspiration.
for all that you've
done for our cause.
Now, did you two
come here together,
or is this happy coincidence?
Happy coincidence.
Hi, Thomas.
Hi, Martha.
Can I take
some pictures of you?
Yes, of course.
Good.
That's great.
Could you just look slightly
this way for... Yeah.
That's beautiful.
I have an idea.
Thomas, you must take Martha
with you to the negotiations.
I don't think that's a...
[clears throat]
That's not a good idea, is it?Why not?
You've worked together before
with great success.
I'm in. What are
the negotiations?
Well, it's a technical,
analytical type of job.
His Lordship likes women.
All men like women.
He'd be surprised, wouldn't he?
[chuckles]
Oh, boy.
Most men.
A very high percentage.
My point: a second negotiator
isn't necessary.
A woman at the table
signals calm, peaceful
intentions. It's a good idea.
And who better than someone
we both know and trust?
FLOOR MANAGER:
On the air in five.
Right, must dash.
Lovely to see you, Martha.
That was all
deliberate, wasn't it?
You came here to do that.What are you talking about?
I'm taking pictures.
Oh, you came in very
smooth. Very natural.
A five-star entry.
She asked me, Thomas.
I didn't say shit.
She asked me.That's because you're so smooth.
What's the job?
Uh, trust me, Martha,
as your friend.
You're not meant
for this kind of work.
You're just not.
Well, Undine thinks
differently.
What's the job?
You'll know
when you need to know.
I'll pick you up
tomorrow morning, early.
Hmm.
There you go.
Handsome.
[sighs]
[pounding on door]
[groans]
That'll be the duke.
Be a treasure.
Send someone up
with toast and gin.
Let Their Graces out.
Will do.
[grunts]
Oh, and, Peg?
That meeting with the
No-Names tomorrow,
I'd like you and Bet
to come along. Moral support.
If you have no
other plans.
No. Of course. Lovely.
[music playing over TV]
ANNOUNCER [over TV]:
Regular programming will resume
after this broadcast
by the Country Labour Party.
MRS. PENNYWORTH:
Oh, fiddle.
Another?
Inbred yokels.
All right, I'm off to bed.
[groans]
Night.
Night, Dad.
Night.Night, son.
You must be
tired, too, Mum.
Don't stay up
on my account.
Oh. I'm full of beans, me.
Just got to do this sleeve.
It's you needs your sleep.
Shall I make some cocoa?
Good idea. Cocoa.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
AZIZ [over phone]:
The game's on. Tomorrow morning.
Got it.
I knew it.
What?
More trouble.
No, that was nothing, Mum.
It was a business thing.
As if you could lie to me.
No trouble, Mum. I swear.
Please, Alfred,
whatever it is, don't do it.
Well, I do have a
job on, as it goes.
It's safe, though.
Government work.
Nothing shady, I swear.Your dad's got cancer.
He's dying.
[shuddering breaths]
What?
Your dad's got cancer.
He's dying.
Oh, Mum.
[crying]
I'm sorry, son.
Doctors can do wonders
these days.
It's terminal, they call it.
Lungs.
Two years if he's lucky.
[quietly]:
Christ.
He doesn't want
anyone to know.
You mustn't tell him
I've told you.
But...No, you mustn't.
He doesn't want any fuss.
All right.
Please be safe, Alfie,
for my sake.
I will, Mum.You promise?
I promise.
♪
[rooster crowing]
Want me to drive?
Nope.
You gonna be like this
the whole time?
Like what?
Resentful.
Yep.
The American president
has announced his intention
to put a man on the Moon.
Goodness.
Why, though? Did he do
something very terrible?
Who?
The man they're sending
to the Moon.
No, Mother.
No, I expect there'll be some
brave volunteer who will be,
you know, selected.
It's-it's not a punishment.
Sounds like one.
[laughs]
Who'd want to go
to the Moon?
[horn honks]
That's Bazza.
Bye, Mum.
Bye, Dad.
Be careful, Alfie.
Have you got a hanky?
Yes, Mum.
[door opens, closes]
♪
Blue squad.
F.O.B. up, over.
AZIZ [over radio]:
Roger. Stand by, blue squad.
Blackbird incoming,
three to four minutes.
Two Pigeons spotted en route,
a man and a woman
in a white car.
E.T.A. five to six.
Confirming protocol, no action
until I say fire on target.
Take out Blackbird first,
then the Pigeons.
Confirmed. Over.
Time for a brew-up?No. Five minutes.
Blackbird first,
then the two Pigeons.
Boy, girl, in a white car.
No headshots on the Pigeons.
They need them identifiable
as No-Name League agents,
make for a good
cover story.
Blackbird first,
no headshots on the Pigeons.Mm-hmm.
This is the business, eh?
Fresh air, high adventure.
You boys should
embrace these moments.
See, us?
We're in the engine room
of fucking history, eh?
Oily rags, Daveboy.
Any movement?
Negative.
DAVEBOY:
Incoming. Blackbird.
What's this, then?
This is the place.
This?
We are at the crossroads
of ancient ley lines.
A place of power.
English rulers have been
coming here to do business
for thousands of years.
Well, there's...
there's no facilities.
It'll look very well
in the history books.
What, we're to pee in
the hedgerows, are we?
It's a spooky place.
I'm waiting in the car.
DAVEBOY:
Eight armed guards,
two women.
The redheaded woman
is returning to the cars.
This looks like them now.
DAVEBOY:
White car,
inbound.
[gun cocks]
Wind, east to west.
Ten miles.
AZIZ:
All targets inside our cordon.
You are free to fire.
Fuck.
Fuck what?
Who are they?
It's that Thomas Wayne
and a tall drink.
Martha Kane.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck what?
They're targets,
and they're available.
Thomas!
AZIZ:
I repeat,
all targets are now
inside our cordon.
Do you have them in sight?
Blue squad, respond.
It's good to meet at last,
in so much happier
circumstances.
Likewise.Ms. Kane, I don't think
Please.
They're there for you, Alfie.
ALFRED:
I can see that.
You barely know the people.
But I do know 'em.
BAZZA:
Alfie.
We have to say something
to Aziz.
I'll have a word.
Aziz, you tucked me up again.
The Pigeons are Thomas Wayne
and Martha Kane. Over.
Blue squad,
we had no information
on the agents involved.
Carry on exactly as ordered.
The Pigeons have to go. Over.
I'll have to think
about that. Over.
Blue squad? Alfred? Respond!
Fuck. Plan B. Go.
I hate to say it, Alfie.
Daveboy's right.
They're not civilians.
We're on business.
On the queen's business.
And those are queen's bullets.
They're still fucking bullets.
Oh. Movement.
Police.
Half a mile and closing.
Aziz has given up on us.
Gonna try and massacre them
all on his own.
I'm sorry, boys, but there's
a principle at stake here.
You're not gonna like this,
but I got to do it.
[screaming]
Keep your head down!
[frantic chatter]This way, sir.
Get him out!
Start the car!
[gun fires][screams]
Keep your head down.
[siren blaring]
[bullet clanks]
[gunshot]
[gunshot, steam hissing]
♪
AZIZ:
Stand down, Officers.
Stand down.
Well, that was
a crazy day.
I told you not to come.
Are you kidding me?
I wouldn't have missed
that for the world.
You nearly died.Yeah, that's just it.
I nearly died,
but I didn't.
Is there any better feeling?
Well, I can think of several.
[laughs]
[both laughing]
Missed me by inches.
Inches.
In any case,
we managed to get away
before the police closed in,
guns blazing.
Was a damn close shave.
Crikey.
It's a good thing.
We now know two new facts.
We have a mole,
and the government
means to kill me.
The election's a sham.
They'll never let us win,
except by force.
And now we know.
What are we going to do?
The authorities could descend
on you at any moment,
and what if they find
your wretched guests?
Oh, damn it, Jimmy.
I said it was a mistake
to let them come here
in the first place.
You were
absolutely right,
of course, as usual.
We should never have
brought them here.
Yet here they are.
And our mole's no doubt blown
the gaff on them, too.
God, of course.
Now, don't be
downhearted, Franny.
Yes, it's a pickle.
Drastic measures are called for.
And speed.
♪
[faucet running]
♪ Bring me sunshine [humming a tune]
♪ In your smile
♪ Bring me laughter
♪ All the while
♪ In this world where we live
♪ There should be
more happiness ♪[teakettle whistling]
♪ So much joy you can give [whistling stops]
♪ To each brand-new
bright tomorrow ♪[water pouring]
♪ Make me happy...
Oh. Hello, early bird.
I didn't hear you
come in last night.
Ooh, that milk's turning.
Mum.
That government job
I told you about...
it went wrong.
Oh, no.
Did somebody die?
No, Mum.
That's the problem.
[sniffling]
Alfie.
[sniffs]I'm sorry, Mum.
I can't go back to Newgate.
I can't.
No. You mustn't.
You're doing the
right thing, son.
I should go now.
I shouldn't be here at all.
Don't you want
to see your father?
No. I can't.
Look, just tell
him that I'm...
You can't what?
Tell me what?
What's all this wailing, Mother?
The police wanted him to do
a murder, and he wouldn't,
so now they want him
back in Newgate,
and he can't do that, so
he's going on the run.
He's a fugitive.
Oh, nonsense. What?
Maybe the West Indies.
More likely just Wales.
Just until the heat dies down.
Look, I really have to go.
Yeah.Bye, Mum. Love you.
Wales?
I really have
to go, Dad.
I love you.
♪
♪ Let your arms be as warm
♪ As the sun from up above
♪ Bring me fun,
bring me sunshine ♪
♪ Bring me love
♪ Bring me fun,
bring me sunshine ♪
♪ Bring me love.
HARWOOD:
The prime minister
tried to kill me.
Can you blame him?Not at all.
I'd probably try the
same in his shoes.
But he failed.
And now the crisis is
here, and I must act.
Either he goes or I do.
He goes only if we say so.
Who's a better friend
to the army, hmm?
Who'll double your budgets?
Who'll bring you
into the government?
Who'll give you weapons
to fight with?
Enemies to fight against?
All salient points.
You know we support
your agenda,
but we answer
to the Crown.
If the queen is with you,
then we are.
If not...
The queen is with me.
[birds chirping]
♪
♪
Your Majesty.
[loud scream]
Deer can make that
noise sometimes.
[distant cries]
[exhales]
Oh, shit.
Cry for help.
Go on. Cry for help.
GHILLIE:
Help.
Yes, go help.
[thump][gasps]
[whimpering]
[screaming]
[gasping]
[grunts]
[gasps]
[rustling nearby][gasps]
Nice to meet you,
Your Majesty.
Drop the gun.
Drop the fucking gun!
♪
[gasps quietly]
♪
♪ Get down, deeper and down
♪ Down, down, deeper and down
♪ Down, down
deeper and down ♪
♪ Get down, deeper and down
♪ I want all
♪ The world to see
♪ To see you're laughing
and you're laughing at me ♪
♪ I can take it all from you
♪ Again, again, again, again,
again, again, again ♪
♪ And deeper and down
♪ Down, down, deeper and down
♪ Down, down,
deeper and down ♪
♪ Down, down deeper and down
♪ Get down,
deeper and down. ♪
♪
"Alma Cogan"
Closed Captioned
Will you come with me?
To London? Both of you?
Really?
Well, I have a battle ahead.
I'll need loyal friends.
My God. James.
Hello, Frances.
UNDINE: Public rally?RIPPER: What can she say
or do at a public rally that
warrants the risk of arrest?
Lord James Harwood.
[cheering]
Send in the heavy brigade.
Arrest everyone.
[neighing][indistinct shouting]
[neighing]
[echoing]:
Stop!
Harwood's a national sensation.
A hero.
Well, what are we
going to do, then?
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.
Welcome,
sir, ma'am.
You knew who killed Esme,
and you covered it up.
Protect my son,
and I promise you
my vote.
Count to three.
Shoot him now.
His father
has political clout.
You know the rest.
I just need
to raise my finger.
Well, go ahead.
Raise your finger.
Don't you...
dare.
My-my family will...
[gasps]Sorry, love.
AZIZ:
I'm afraid this is gonna
create a lot of trouble.
For all of us.
♪
[birds cawing]
DETECTIVE: No?ALFRED: No.
I'm gonna ask you
one more time.
And this is your last chance
to answer truthfully.
No more chances.
Who was your accomplice
in the unlawful killing
of John Curzon?
Just give us a name.
No.[sighs]
Alfred, I can't help you
if you won't help yourself.
No offense, Mr. Aziz,
but your help
hasn't been very helpful
so far, has it?
You're not dead.
I should say
that's jolly helpful.
You were there.
You saw it.
She saved my life
fair and square.
A man can't grass on someone
who saved his life, now, can he?
Fair play.
Your sense of honor
is admirable.
Your lust for vengeance,
on the other hand,
might well bring down
the government.
The PM wants you
buried alive.
You're to have
no trial, no jury.
You're to be thrown
in the dungeons and forgotten.
You need a friend.
I need a name.
I did say I'd make trouble.
Can't say I didn't warn you.
Let him say goodbye
to his parents.
Then take him downstairs
to be sentenced.
What, they're here?
Since we took you in.
[door opens, bangs shut]
[Mrs. Pennyworth crying]
I'm sorry, Mum.
She knows you are, son.
[sniffles]
My poor baby.
Not now, Mother.
I'll be all right.[sniffles]
Oh, dear.
[sniffling]
Everything's going wrong.
What's to become of us?
Mother, we agreed not to burden
the boy with our worries.
Let him know we'll-we'll
be strong for him, eh?
Yeah. Yeah.
I'm sorry, love.
Oh, don't say
sorry, Mum.
JUSTICE OF THE PEACE:
Seven years. Take him down.
♪
[rowdy, indistinct chatter]
[door closes]
[chatter stops]
Morning.
Who's in charge here?
♪
♪
♪
ANNOUNCER:
We interrupt this broadcast
for an announcement from
Her Majesty's Prime Minister.
I spoke this morning with
Her Gracious Majesty the Queen.
I informed her,
with deep regret,
that my administration
no longer has the support
of a majority in Parliament.
That being so,
she has granted me
interim powers
to act as her prime minister
until such time as
a general election can be held.
In order to ensure
a truly democratic process,
the election will be open
to all parties,
including those that
have previously been illegal.
All gag orders
are hereby rescinded.
You may well ask,
why allow these scoundrels
to emerge from their dark lairs?
Because it is vitally important
we show the extremists
in no uncertain terms
that their violent radicalism
is not wanted here.
Whether they be left
or right fanatics,
their path can lead only
to bloodshed and anarchy.
On Election Day,
do not give in
to the dark joys of chaos.
Vote for your tried
and trusted traditional parties.
Vote for stability and peace.
That is all.
I bid you good day.
God save the queen,
and may he have mercy on us all.
Wow.ANNOUNCER: So there we have it,
an announcement from
Her Majesty's Prime Minister...
Finally.
Oh, you think
that's good news?
The people are going
to have their say.
[grunts]How is that
not good news?
How?
He's hoping the Ravens
and the No-Names
will use their new freedom
to destroy each other.
It might work.
Or he may have just announced
the start of a civil war.
[chuckles] Or maybe,
you cynical bastard,
the people
will use their freedom
to choose wisely and peacefully.
Oh, come on.
For such a sharp
backgammon player,
you really are very naive.
Suppose, just suppose,
that Undine Thwaite
and the No-Name League
actually get their message
across and they win.
What if the people are actually
good, decent men and women
and they soundly reject
the Raven Society?[exhales]
What then with your cynicism?
You know, sometimes I forget
you're a wacko idealist.
A: Lord Harwood will not
accept defeat on any terms.
He'll turn to violence.
And B: Do you really,
truly believe that Undine
Thwaite and the No-Name League
should be running this country?
Why not?
The CIA believes they should.
Else why are you helping them?
The CIA likes options.
We're helping the
prime minister, too.
We'd back the Ravens
if they'd have us.
The CIA would let a chimpanzee
run this country[laughs]
if it served
American interests.
No, that's not true.
I can assure
you it is.
What, so the CIA would support
violent repression?
Curfews?
Mandatory conscription?
No, say what you like,
but they wouldn't choose
a fascist dictatorship
when there are other options.
There are moral imperatives.
There really aren't.
Well, then that just proves
that you government people
have dried-up little souls.
Like raisins.Ouch.
It doesn't prove
that the No-Name League
couldn't run the country.
I've met Undine Thwaite
several times.
She's very intelligent and...
capable and honest.
[clicks tongue]
Let's just agree to disagree,
shall we?
How much did I lose
at backgammon?
£250.
Where are you going?Vacation's over.
I have to get back to work
before the shit hits the fan.
Really? That much? 250?
Have to pay you back
when I next see you.
Mm. You don't double enough.
Listen, speaking
of back to work,
count me in.
I want to work.
For government people
with dried-up souls?
Well, I believe in what
the No-Names stand for.
I believe in peace
and social justice.
I don't care
why you're helping them.
You are,
so I'm happy to help you.
Okay, I'll give you a call.
No. That sounded ominously
like "fuck off."
Martha,
I'm telling you
this as a friend.
I don't for a moment
doubt your competence.
But you don't know this world
and these people like I do.
And, quite frankly,
you're better off
not knowing.
Things are going
to get pretty nasty.
I'm not sure you
should be involved.
That's exactly why you need...I can't stop you
from working for
the No-Name League.
I'm just saying,
think about it.
Okay?
[door opens]
Patronizing bastard.
[door closes]
[sighs]
MAN [over speaker]:
A vote for the No-Name League
is a vote for hope.
A vote for equality.
A vote for love.
Vote Undine Thwaite.[siren wailing in distance]
Freedom to speak truth
to power.[tires squealing]
MAN: Get back here now!MAN 2: Stay where you are!
[whistles blowing,
indistinct arguing in distance]
[coughing]
I think you should
tell him.
Oh, don't start again.
We agreed.
Just doesn't feel right,
him not knowing.
Well, it's my secret
to tell, love.
And I'm not telling, all right?
That's the end of it.
Come on.
♪
♪
[chuckles] Oh.
Welcome home, my love.
Girls, this is my
darling wife Clarissa.
Hello.
Come along.
Yeah.
I like what you've
done with the place.
Très chic.
And you.
You look fabulous.
Positively blooming.
Like a new woman.
LADY HARWOOD:
Um,
Jimmy, I...Hmm?
May we speak alone?
Oh, don't worry
about the girls.
Any friend of mine is
a friend of theirs.
Now... [grunts]
Tell me what's
on your mind.
You seem troubled.
Unhappy, even.
No, no, not at all.
I'm very happy. Very happy.
It's just, uh...
you know,
this is all so sudden.
We'd given you up for dead.
I... I feel like I'm dreaming.
Hope that it's
a happy dream.
Oh, of course a happy dream.
[gasps, whimpers]
[gasps, whimpers]
[rowdy, indistinct chatter]
[lock clanking]
MAN: Fresh meat.MAN 2: Lovely. Lovely.
Ginger pubes.Lovely. Lovely.
Get your eyes up.Lovely. Lovely.
Lovely.Alfred Pennyworth?
[crowd quiets]
Mr. Pennyworth, sir. Visitor.
Sandra. What are
you doing here?
It's good to see you,
but you shouldn't have come.
I'm not chasing you
or anything.
Bazza and Daveboy sent me
with a message.
They didn't want to show their
faces and rouse suspicions.
Suspicions?
Of what?
They said to tell you
to stay low and tight
and remember Rangoon.
Ah, fuck.
Okay, listen, Sandy.
Now, this is important.
You go back to them
and tell 'em I said fucking no.
No.
Tell 'em I said
forget all about Rangoon.
That is an order.
All right?
All right.
"Rangoon" means "escape,"
doesn't it?
Tell 'em I said they're children
to be discussing such bollocks.
Don't you want to escape?
Not at Rangoon odds.
It was a bloodbath.
Tell 'em don't worry.
I'll think of something.
Will you?
Course.
I've been in worse shtook.
It was politics
that got me in here,
and they're changing
every day, so...
How are they, anyway? The lads?
They're worried about you.
We're all worried
about you.
Even me.
I haven't treated you right,
Sandra.
And I'm very sorry about that.
I've been wanting to tell you
the cold, hard truth
for a while,
but I put it off 'cause...
well, 'cause it's cold and hard.
What is?
Bit obvious now,
isn't it?
Stay away from the likes of me.
Stay away from men that you
have to meet in Newgate.
I should. I know.
You deserve much, much better.
I know what I deserve.
Better than you do, I expect.
Girl like you can have
anyone you want.
Lords, if you like.
I don't want a lord.
Sandra,
you're gonna forget about me,
and I'm gonna forget about you.
Oy.
Escort her to the outer door.
Any screws mess about,
you use my name.
Yes, sir,
Mr. Pennyworth.
Goodbye, Sandra.
[quiet, indistinct chatter]
Alfie says you're
fucking children.
Forget Rangoon.
He'll think of something.
That's an order.
Got it?
Aye.
[indistinct chatter]
♪
I... Seriously, I think
we should just lose
all this cake nonsense.
This cake nonsense is
perfect. Remember...
Yes, yes. I know.
Just, I'm talking
to one person, face-to-face.
[sighs]
MAN:
All right, we're on in
five, four, three...
Good morning, everyone.
I'm Undine Thwaite.
I'm so glad I can finally
speak to you face-to-face.
I thank the prime minister for
allowing us all to speak freely.
Now, I'm new to this
speechmaking business, so, um,
please forgive me if I simply do
my best to speak plainly to you,
without any fine phrases.
My dear husband Julian was
the talker in our family.
My own political work,
as for so many women,
was behind the scenes.
Organizing, fund-raising,
peacemaking.
I'd still be happy
in the background today,
had my husband not been
so cruelly taken from me.
But I don't want to dwell
on the sorrows of the past.
Let's talk about tomorrow.
Let's talk about hope.
Why not?
Everyone deserves hope.
And hope is what...
My God, what utter tripe.
Turn off the machine.
Hope and love, equality...Well, well.
I don't think we
have much to fear
from the No-Name
contingent.
Equality, indeed.
[scoffs]
Why not toast and jam?
I liked her.
I thought she seemed nice.
No side to her.
Well, she's standing
for prime minister.
So, thankfully,
nice has nothing to do with it.
Oh, I'm sure you
know best.
Poor thing.
Imagine, your husband murdered
right in front of you.
And carrying on
the way she has.
So brave.Mm.
[vehicle approaching]
[horn honks]
Welcome, Your Grace.
Look here, Harwood.
It won't do, do you see?
We have been
treated abominably.
Cooped up like chickens,
chivvied hither and yon.
Bally rot.
Your woman here tells me
I am not allowed--
not allowed--
to call my tailor.
We agreed, sir, no one must
know you're in the country.
You must remain incognito
for the time being.
There are limits, man.
Limits.It won't do.
[sighs] I'll have him
sent for immediately.
You must be exhausted.
Perhaps you'd like to
see your quarters.
Clarissa.Uh, Your Grace.
♪
GAUNT:
They're impossible, Jimmy.
Vicious, stupid and cunning
in equal measure.
Tools, Frances.
Implements.
And now that we've got them
in our grasp,
the queen will have
to do our bidding
or risk replacement.
Gin?
Yes. Yes, yes, please.
I saw that No-Name woman
on the machine.
Undine Thwaite.Oh, yes.
No, I saw her, too. Utter tosh.Yes, I agree.
Bet and Peg liked her
immensely, though.
Did they?Yes, they found her
simpatico.
No side. Interesting, no?
I know I shouldn't delve,
but I don't quite see
what those Sykes sisters
are exactly for
in the grand
scheme of things.
You're absolutely right,
Frances.
You shouldn't delve.
My point is that
we're selling blood and iron,
and Thwaite is selling
sponge cake!
She may be a more
formidable opponent
than I first anticipated.
You've got a way
of getting hold of her
quietly, I expect?
Yes. Yes, yes. Yes, I do.
Give her a call. Tell her
we have mutual interests
I'd like to discuss with her.
Thank you.
HARWOOD:
Perhaps we can make a pact.
♪
CHANCELLOR:
Regarding the, uh, items
referred
to the plenary subcommittee
on excise,
an adjudication
will take place
as and when the
addendum review panel
issues its figures. Uh...
[whispering indistinctly]Uh, and I would ask--
uh, I have asked
that the cabinet ministers
are in full...[others gasping]
PRIME MINISTER:
A pact will kill us!
Kill us!
As you say, sir.
I'd scrap the election
and call in the army,
but, frankly,
I doubt their loyalty.
I think they'd back Harwood.
I hear the same thing.
[sighs]
I'm getting old.
I didn't see this coming.
[rowdy, indistinct chatter]
MAN: Mr. Pennyworth, sir,
you got a visitor.
What do you want?
I'm gratified to see you looking
so healthy in such squalor.
Match fit.
How would you like
to get out of here?
[sighs]
Oh, don't sulk now.
What do you say?
I'm waiting for a question
worth answering.
Are you willing to kill
to get out of here?
Depends who and how many.
May I sit down?
[coughs]
The air in here is hell
on my allergies.
Turmeric.
Works wonders.
[chuckles]
The Ravens and
the No-Name League
are secretly negotiating
an electoral pact.
They'll divvy up seats
to avoid directly
competing with each other.
It's a lethal choke hold
on the traditional parties.
The prime minister has decided
on heroic measures.
Lord Harwood has to go.
We'll make it seem the No-Name
League are responsible.
Harwood.
And the No-Name patsies.
It's a just target.
Harwood means to set up
a fascist dictatorship.
He'll need a war.
Enemies.
Scotland first, probably.
Then who knows?
You're working
for the good guys, Alfred.
I do this, then I'm out.
No charges on me.
Unless, of course,
for any reason you fail
to complete your side
of the deal.
Fair enough.
Doesn't add up, though, does it?
There's a high risk
of making Harwood a martyr.
The Ravens could gain big
from his death at the polls.
Your chiefs wouldn't
want him dead
unless there was
some other threat in play.
The Pretender and his wife
are in England.
Harwood has them
under lock and key,
ready to slap crowns
on the blighters.
He also has a large faction
of the army high command
on his side.
They like wars, too.
Why not just kill the duke?
One can't murder dukes.
Not unless there's
no viable alternative.
Now you know
everything. Um...
I'll have word
with the warden, shall I?
[knock on door]
[chuckles]
[crying]
Oh, Alfie.
[both laughing]
Here you are.Thank you.
Thank you.You're welcome.
Now, going in
by the southeast gate...
looks easier.
Hmm. We'd have
to take out...
the guardhouse first, though.
Well, that's what I'm saying--
so we start here,
make our way around
and through that gate.ALFRED: Hello, lads.
Hatching a plan, are we?
[clicks tongue]
I thought you'd been told
about all that.
What the fuck? Alfie.
Hey. What the fuck?Hey.
[chuckles]
Alfred.
Bazza.
Alfie.
Come here.
Oh...
Told you I'd think
of something.
GROUP:
♪ My, my, my Hey! Hey-hey!
♪ Delilah
♪ Why, why, why
♪ Delilah?
♪ So before
♪ They come to break down
the door ♪
♪ Forgive me, Delilah
♪ I just couldn't take
any more. ♪
♪
So, how did you get out?
Told you-- my friend Aziz
pulled strings.
Oh. Seriously, now, what do
you have to do in return?
Three guesses.
Kill someone.
Fuck, Alfie.
Yeah, I know--
very depressing.
Actors call it
typecasting.
Who's the blot?
That, you don't
need to know.
Even if you're in on it,
names can wait.
DAVEBOY:
No, we're in on it.
Maybe. Don't know
the specs yet.
No debate. We're in.
Harwood.
[chuckles]
Ah. No problem.
Just the most famous, if not the
most popular, man in England.
Piece of cake.
When?
Aziz is gonna call
when it's on.
What then?
What then?
You're in Babylon, Alfie.
They won't let you go.
They'll want you to
keep killing people.
And you don't like
killing people.
Yeah, I'll worry
about that after.
You say you're in on the job,
then you get the collywobbles.
Make your mind up.[door opens]
Harwood needs topping, anyway,
and I'm out of Newgate.[door closes]
That's good enough for me.
What are you boys
whispering about?
Dirty joke, Mrs. P.
You'll have
already heard it.
I dare say I have,
Mr. MacDougal.[chuckles]
As long as you're
not talking mischief.
I've got my baby back.
I'm not letting him out
of my sight ever again.
Oh... [chuckles]
Right. Suppose you want
breakfast, dear.
Oh, yes, please.
All right, then.Please, yeah.
[laughs]
Have a nice cup of tea.
Nobody... nobody
sees this list.
Understood.
First list is the seats
we believe we can take
if the Ravens agree
not to stand.
Second list is the seats
we're willing to give to them.
Both lists are ranked.
Deal breakers first,
easy concessions last.
We've entrusted you with
a great deal of responsibility.
I won't let you down.
If you don't mind my
asking, though, why me?
Why not go yourselves?
I can't be seen to
conspire with fascists.
And I can't be seen.
If it goes wrong,
you're a foreign freelancer.
RIPPER:
We knew nothing.
Hmm.
He'll try and intimidate you.
Don't let him.
But don't be
aggressive in return.
UNDINE:
Emphasize our commitment
to peace, to dialogue.
It's okay. They know me.
Martha? [chuckles]
Oh, it's so great
to see you again,
Mrs. Thwaite.
I'm so sorry
for your loss.
Undine, please.
We're old comrades.
How are you?Very well.
MARTHA:
I'm so excited
for the future.
Your courage has been
an inspiration.
for all that you've
done for our cause.
Now, did you two
come here together,
or is this happy coincidence?
Happy coincidence.
Hi, Thomas.
Hi, Martha.
Can I take
some pictures of you?
Yes, of course.
Good.
That's great.
Could you just look slightly
this way for... Yeah.
That's beautiful.
I have an idea.
Thomas, you must take Martha
with you to the negotiations.
I don't think that's a...
[clears throat]
That's not a good idea, is it?Why not?
You've worked together before
with great success.
I'm in. What are
the negotiations?
Well, it's a technical,
analytical type of job.
His Lordship likes women.
All men like women.
He'd be surprised, wouldn't he?
[chuckles]
Oh, boy.
Most men.
A very high percentage.
My point: a second negotiator
isn't necessary.
A woman at the table
signals calm, peaceful
intentions. It's a good idea.
And who better than someone
we both know and trust?
FLOOR MANAGER:
On the air in five.
Right, must dash.
Lovely to see you, Martha.
That was all
deliberate, wasn't it?
You came here to do that.What are you talking about?
I'm taking pictures.
Oh, you came in very
smooth. Very natural.
A five-star entry.
She asked me, Thomas.
I didn't say shit.
She asked me.That's because you're so smooth.
What's the job?
Uh, trust me, Martha,
as your friend.
You're not meant
for this kind of work.
You're just not.
Well, Undine thinks
differently.
What's the job?
You'll know
when you need to know.
I'll pick you up
tomorrow morning, early.
Hmm.
There you go.
Handsome.
[sighs]
[pounding on door]
[groans]
That'll be the duke.
Be a treasure.
Send someone up
with toast and gin.
Let Their Graces out.
Will do.
[grunts]
Oh, and, Peg?
That meeting with the
No-Names tomorrow,
I'd like you and Bet
to come along. Moral support.
If you have no
other plans.
No. Of course. Lovely.
[music playing over TV]
ANNOUNCER [over TV]:
Regular programming will resume
after this broadcast
by the Country Labour Party.
MRS. PENNYWORTH:
Oh, fiddle.
Another?
Inbred yokels.
All right, I'm off to bed.
[groans]
Night.
Night, Dad.
Night.Night, son.
You must be
tired, too, Mum.
Don't stay up
on my account.
Oh. I'm full of beans, me.
Just got to do this sleeve.
It's you needs your sleep.
Shall I make some cocoa?
Good idea. Cocoa.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
AZIZ [over phone]:
The game's on. Tomorrow morning.
Got it.
I knew it.
What?
More trouble.
No, that was nothing, Mum.
It was a business thing.
As if you could lie to me.
No trouble, Mum. I swear.
Please, Alfred,
whatever it is, don't do it.
Well, I do have a
job on, as it goes.
It's safe, though.
Government work.
Nothing shady, I swear.Your dad's got cancer.
He's dying.
[shuddering breaths]
What?
Your dad's got cancer.
He's dying.
Oh, Mum.
[crying]
I'm sorry, son.
Doctors can do wonders
these days.
It's terminal, they call it.
Lungs.
Two years if he's lucky.
[quietly]:
Christ.
He doesn't want
anyone to know.
You mustn't tell him
I've told you.
But...No, you mustn't.
He doesn't want any fuss.
All right.
Please be safe, Alfie,
for my sake.
I will, Mum.You promise?
I promise.
♪
[rooster crowing]
Want me to drive?
Nope.
You gonna be like this
the whole time?
Like what?
Resentful.
Yep.
The American president
has announced his intention
to put a man on the Moon.
Goodness.
Why, though? Did he do
something very terrible?
Who?
The man they're sending
to the Moon.
No, Mother.
No, I expect there'll be some
brave volunteer who will be,
you know, selected.
It's-it's not a punishment.
Sounds like one.
[laughs]
Who'd want to go
to the Moon?
[horn honks]
That's Bazza.
Bye, Mum.
Bye, Dad.
Be careful, Alfie.
Have you got a hanky?
Yes, Mum.
[door opens, closes]
♪
Blue squad.
F.O.B. up, over.
AZIZ [over radio]:
Roger. Stand by, blue squad.
Blackbird incoming,
three to four minutes.
Two Pigeons spotted en route,
a man and a woman
in a white car.
E.T.A. five to six.
Confirming protocol, no action
until I say fire on target.
Take out Blackbird first,
then the Pigeons.
Confirmed. Over.
Time for a brew-up?No. Five minutes.
Blackbird first,
then the two Pigeons.
Boy, girl, in a white car.
No headshots on the Pigeons.
They need them identifiable
as No-Name League agents,
make for a good
cover story.
Blackbird first,
no headshots on the Pigeons.Mm-hmm.
This is the business, eh?
Fresh air, high adventure.
You boys should
embrace these moments.
See, us?
We're in the engine room
of fucking history, eh?
Oily rags, Daveboy.
Any movement?
Negative.
DAVEBOY:
Incoming. Blackbird.
What's this, then?
This is the place.
This?
We are at the crossroads
of ancient ley lines.
A place of power.
English rulers have been
coming here to do business
for thousands of years.
Well, there's...
there's no facilities.
It'll look very well
in the history books.
What, we're to pee in
the hedgerows, are we?
It's a spooky place.
I'm waiting in the car.
DAVEBOY:
Eight armed guards,
two women.
The redheaded woman
is returning to the cars.
This looks like them now.
DAVEBOY:
White car,
inbound.
[gun cocks]
Wind, east to west.
Ten miles.
AZIZ:
All targets inside our cordon.
You are free to fire.
Fuck.
Fuck what?
Who are they?
It's that Thomas Wayne
and a tall drink.
Martha Kane.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck what?
They're targets,
and they're available.
Thomas!
AZIZ:
I repeat,
all targets are now
inside our cordon.
Do you have them in sight?
Blue squad, respond.
It's good to meet at last,
in so much happier
circumstances.
Likewise.Ms. Kane, I don't think
Please.
They're there for you, Alfie.
ALFRED:
I can see that.
You barely know the people.
But I do know 'em.
BAZZA:
Alfie.
We have to say something
to Aziz.
I'll have a word.
Aziz, you tucked me up again.
The Pigeons are Thomas Wayne
and Martha Kane. Over.
Blue squad,
we had no information
on the agents involved.
Carry on exactly as ordered.
The Pigeons have to go. Over.
I'll have to think
about that. Over.
Blue squad? Alfred? Respond!
Fuck. Plan B. Go.
I hate to say it, Alfie.
Daveboy's right.
They're not civilians.
We're on business.
On the queen's business.
And those are queen's bullets.
They're still fucking bullets.
Oh. Movement.
Police.
Half a mile and closing.
Aziz has given up on us.
Gonna try and massacre them
all on his own.
I'm sorry, boys, but there's
a principle at stake here.
You're not gonna like this,
but I got to do it.
[screaming]
Keep your head down!
[frantic chatter]This way, sir.
Get him out!
Start the car!
[gun fires][screams]
Keep your head down.
[siren blaring]
[bullet clanks]
[gunshot]
[gunshot, steam hissing]
♪
AZIZ:
Stand down, Officers.
Stand down.
Well, that was
a crazy day.
I told you not to come.
Are you kidding me?
I wouldn't have missed
that for the world.
You nearly died.Yeah, that's just it.
I nearly died,
but I didn't.
Is there any better feeling?
Well, I can think of several.
[laughs]
[both laughing]
Missed me by inches.
Inches.
In any case,
we managed to get away
before the police closed in,
guns blazing.
Was a damn close shave.
Crikey.
It's a good thing.
We now know two new facts.
We have a mole,
and the government
means to kill me.
The election's a sham.
They'll never let us win,
except by force.
And now we know.
What are we going to do?
The authorities could descend
on you at any moment,
and what if they find
your wretched guests?
Oh, damn it, Jimmy.
I said it was a mistake
to let them come here
in the first place.
You were
absolutely right,
of course, as usual.
We should never have
brought them here.
Yet here they are.
And our mole's no doubt blown
the gaff on them, too.
God, of course.
Now, don't be
downhearted, Franny.
Yes, it's a pickle.
Drastic measures are called for.
And speed.
♪
[faucet running]
♪ Bring me sunshine [humming a tune]
♪ In your smile
♪ Bring me laughter
♪ All the while
♪ In this world where we live
♪ There should be
more happiness ♪[teakettle whistling]
♪ So much joy you can give [whistling stops]
♪ To each brand-new
bright tomorrow ♪[water pouring]
♪ Make me happy...
Oh. Hello, early bird.
I didn't hear you
come in last night.
Ooh, that milk's turning.
Mum.
That government job
I told you about...
it went wrong.
Oh, no.
Did somebody die?
No, Mum.
That's the problem.
[sniffling]
Alfie.
[sniffs]I'm sorry, Mum.
I can't go back to Newgate.
I can't.
No. You mustn't.
You're doing the
right thing, son.
I should go now.
I shouldn't be here at all.
Don't you want
to see your father?
No. I can't.
Look, just tell
him that I'm...
You can't what?
Tell me what?
What's all this wailing, Mother?
The police wanted him to do
a murder, and he wouldn't,
so now they want him
back in Newgate,
and he can't do that, so
he's going on the run.
He's a fugitive.
Oh, nonsense. What?
Maybe the West Indies.
More likely just Wales.
Just until the heat dies down.
Look, I really have to go.
Yeah.Bye, Mum. Love you.
Wales?
I really have
to go, Dad.
I love you.
♪
♪ Let your arms be as warm
♪ As the sun from up above
♪ Bring me fun,
bring me sunshine ♪
♪ Bring me love
♪ Bring me fun,
bring me sunshine ♪
♪ Bring me love.
HARWOOD:
The prime minister
tried to kill me.
Can you blame him?Not at all.
I'd probably try the
same in his shoes.
But he failed.
And now the crisis is
here, and I must act.
Either he goes or I do.
He goes only if we say so.
Who's a better friend
to the army, hmm?
Who'll double your budgets?
Who'll bring you
into the government?
Who'll give you weapons
to fight with?
Enemies to fight against?
All salient points.
You know we support
your agenda,
but we answer
to the Crown.
If the queen is with you,
then we are.
If not...
The queen is with me.
[birds chirping]
♪
♪
Your Majesty.
[loud scream]
Deer can make that
noise sometimes.
[distant cries]
[exhales]
Oh, shit.
Cry for help.
Go on. Cry for help.
GHILLIE:
Help.
Yes, go help.
[thump][gasps]
[whimpering]
[screaming]
[gasping]
[grunts]
[gasps]
[rustling nearby][gasps]
Nice to meet you,
Your Majesty.
Drop the gun.
Drop the fucking gun!
♪
[gasps quietly]
♪
♪ Get down, deeper and down
♪ Down, down, deeper and down
♪ Down, down
deeper and down ♪
♪ Get down, deeper and down
♪ I want all
♪ The world to see
♪ To see you're laughing
and you're laughing at me ♪
♪ I can take it all from you
♪ Again, again, again, again,
again, again, again ♪
♪ And deeper and down
♪ Down, down, deeper and down
♪ Down, down,
deeper and down ♪
♪ Down, down deeper and down
♪ Get down,
deeper and down. ♪
♪