Pennyworth (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
You can find
a good household.
Do right. You're a butler
before you're 40.
I wanna be my own man.
Nobody's their own man, son.
Nobody.
I started up a security firm.
You are way too softhearted
to be a businessman.
You'll be eaten up.
Yeah, well, we'll see, won't we?
You were in the army?
Ten years.
I'll have no more
to do with it now.
Peaceful life for me.
I am so sorry.
Thomas Wayne.
My card.
Pennyworth Security.
Mr. Pennyworth,
I'm Martha Kane.
How can I help you, Ms. Kane?
I have a job for you.
Ten thousand quid,
and she's got plenty
more work for us.
What's the bad news?
She's a No Name.
Why is a nice American
society girl like you
mixed up
with the No Name League?
I could ask the same of you.
I got
a distinct sense they know.
They know I'm CIA.
Will you marry me?
Yes. Yes, I will.
Esme!
You knew who killed Esme
and you covered it up.
I don't trust you.
Never have, never will.
The Raven Society,
they want
to overthrow the government
and set up a fascist utopia.
My name is James Harwood.
That man tortured me.
He has to die.
You?
Why aren't you dead?
I've got important
friends, mate.
Will you come with me?
Well, I have a battle ahead.
I'll need a lot of friends.
My God. James.
Hello, Frances.
I will destroy my enemies
and lead this country back
to greatness.
Wait,
we're starting a civil war.
Harwood is staging a coup.
He's got the army outside,
and he's abducted the Queen.
Your Majesty.
You must never tell
anyone about this.
Not so. Who'd believe me?
You said that you like me.
I find that I like you too.
Thomas!
All is not yet lost.
A great leader prepares
for every possibility.
You have to promise me
that you'll always think
well of me
whatever people might say.
He was upset about all that
Raven Society lot.
Why? He's not one of them.
Shut it!
Dad, don't do this.
I'm sorry, son.
God bless England!
Honestly,
I really don't know.
They didn't tell me.
Why would they?
I swear on my children's life,
I don't know anything!
You shouldn't swear
on your children's lives.
Not when you're lying.
I am not lying.
What are your kids' names?
Terry and Sharon.
It's the little one's
birthday tomorrow.
The wife will be worried sick.
Please, miss, have a heart.
Do I look like I have a heart?
Yeah, you do.
You look like a good,
kind person.
I'm not.
Tell me what you know
or Terry and Sharon
will never see you again.
I can't tell you
what I don't know, can I?
I don't even care
about politics.
I never wanted
any part of this shit.
I don't know anything!
You can't do this.
I think I can.
Swan's Farm...
Garton Magna.
Thank you.
Union cops!
Open up!
She's in here! Help!
Oi! Hey!MAN 2: Get her!
Come here!Now!
A year
has passed since Lord Harwood
escaped captivity
and began the armed struggle.
How things have changed.
England is once again
a land of hope and glory.
The people of Norwich
came out
in their cheerful thousands
to celebrate liberation
by Raven Union forces.
"England rejoice,"
declared Lord Harwood
to the happy throng.
"Final victory is near."
The leftist factions
will soon be driven
from Manchester and Liverpool.
And then onward to London.
Oops. Look out, Mother.
The little one wants
to join in!
Forward, we go, one and all,
marching merrily to victory.
Lord Harwood
is a formidable character.
A year ago, whilst locked up
in the Tower of London,
he contrived to blow up
the prime minister
and most of the political
establishment,
freeing himself
and sparking a civil war.
He aims to establish himself
as a fascist military dictator
under the flag
of the Raven Union.
The Union's opponents,
that is, The Queen,
surviving moderates,
the old No Name League,
and anybody else not fascist,
are working together in what
they call The English League.
Formally, the Queen's in charge,
but actual power is in the hands
of a High Council
of 20 or so delegates,
led by the Prime Minister,
Archbishop Potter.
A shitfest.
Yes, ma'am.
They're not well organized.
And the Union have
the regular Army on their side.
They have tanks, artillery,
and manpower.
And they're up against
poorly-armed,
poorly-led civilians.
As of now, the Union controls
90% of the country.
The League still holds London
north of the river
but they're surrounded
and under siege.
Once the Union takes London,
that's the ballgame.
They win.
It'll make Arkham Asylum
look like a country club.
Tragic but inevitable, no?
Well,
the US military could intervene,
as I've respectfully recommended
in my addendum.
The Raven Union
are evil sons of bitches
but they're gonna win, right?
Right.
So, officially, we're neutral,
but we're gonna be nice to them
as discreetly as we can.
You were doing a fine job
over there, Thomas.
We want you to go back
as station chief.
Well, thank you.
I'm, ahem--
I'm honored.
If you can't work
with the program,
this is where you get
to step out gracefully.
Are you with us 100%?
Yes, ma'am.
One hundred percent.
Then go kick some ass for us.
Nice!
Doing good?MAN: Thank you, darling.
Tell me what's wrong.
You'll say
I'm being neurotic.
Tell me anyway.
Yesterday, I nearly
killed a man in cold blood.
But you didn't.
I'm turning mean
and hard, Victor.
You went
behind enemy lines
and came back with information
that could change
the course of the war.
I like you.
It's just, um...
Sometimes I scare myself.
You're being neurotic.
I beg your pardon!
I said out with
the loony old twat, huh?
And what?
Oh, fuck off, mate.
What the fuck are you doing,
you bastard, huh?
You fucking mad?
Good evening, gentlemen, ladies.
The man insulted
his grace, Lord Harwood.
Vile obscenities.
I won't have it.
I'll fucking have you, mate.
You're dead.
Shut it, Dobson.
Get this idiot out of here now.
You're dead, mate.
Dead. Yeah?
You don't know who I am.
But I do, mate.
Don't come back.
I won't.
Ugh! Fuck off!
How'd you get filth
like that in here?
There's a war on, sir.
We welcome everybody,
regardless.
Your first time here, I expect.
Our policy is no politics,
no firearms.
Everyone rubs along together
and enjoys themselves.
Sheri.
This gentleman forgot
to check his firearm.
Perhaps you'll check it
into the cloakroom for him.
Take care of it.
Valuable weapon.
Your weapon's perfectly
safe with us.
Oh, yeah. Nice piece.
German engineering, eh?
Can't beat it. Thanks, Sheri.
No worries, Alfie.
She'll bring you a ticket.
Very soon,
we're going to overrun
this little sanctuary of yours.
You'll learn to show more
respect to Union officers.
Respect?
Madame, gentlemen,
enjoy your evening.
How's your night going?
The man's correct,
you know?
You should learn
to be more respectful.
You should have
thrown him out
on his ass.
He was drinking champagne.
He gets one free bullet.
Congratulations, by the way.
I hear you've been promoted
to the League's High Council.
Oh.
A poison chalice, old boy.
Commiserations
would be more appropriate.
You have real champagne here?
Nah.
Chateau Bermondsey.
I have some proper single malt
if you fancy it though.
Splendid.
If we might repair
to your office,
we have business to discuss.
For a simple abduction?
That's outrageous.
That's dollars, mind you.
Plus expenses.
You asked half that
for the last job.
Apples and oranges.
Abducting's much more
technical than blotting.
No doubt.
I shan't haggle with you.
Ten percent up front.
That's the people's money.
That could be spent
on feeding refugees,
or buying arms or medicine.
Someone
woke up grumpy today.
What will you spend it on?
Fast cars, loose women...
And the rest of it,
he'll squander.
He's teasing you, Martha.
It's very sad to see you
like this, Alfred.
You used to have
moral principles.
I used to have
a teddy bear too.
Toby.
Wore a little hat
and a red jacket.
This is the chap.
Colonel John Salt
of the Union Militia.
More of an admin type
than any kind of soldier.
Ran a chain of groceries
before the war.
Why do you want him?
He's available.
Where is he?
He has a mistress in a place
called Swan's Farm,
Garton Magna, in Rutland.
He shows up at random times
but at least once a week.
Consider it done.
Yeah. At your prices,
I should hope so.
I like that woman.
Fiery.
How we doing?
Yeah, with this month's takings
and a couple more good
side jobs, we're sorted.
I like the fiery ones.
You know where you're at.
It's the quiet ones,
you don't know
what you're thinking.
What's he on about?
Women.
What does he know about women?
America, boys.
America.
We're on our way.
A fella was telling me
it's all lies,
what you see in the films.
Stands to reason they make it
look better than it is.
Well, if it's half
as good as it looks,
it's twice as good as here.Hmm.
We'll see.
Stay here if you want, mate.
No. No.
I'm coming.
You just don't get rid of me
that easy.
Slangevar.
Cheers.
Hello again, Mrs. P.
Oh, hello, Your Majesty.
I'll see if he's in.
It's her again.
I'm not here. On a job.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
He's not in.
On a job, he says.
I see.
Tell him he's a cruel beast
and I despise him.
Yes, ma'am.
She says you're a cruel beast
and she despises you.
Message received.
Third time
she's called this week.
Mm-hmm.
I'll talk to her next time.
She does go on.
You'd think
she'd have better things to do.
I have a job out of town.
I'll be gone a few days,
I expect.
Well, it's good money.
We'll soon have enough to go.
Go?
To America.
I was talking to Mrs. Applebaum
who knows these things,
and she says it costs thousands
and thousands to get a visa,
and then when you get there,
a bottle of milk
costs two pound.
Don't you worry about money.
I'm sorting that.
Did you look at the brochure
I gave you?
What about California, eh?
Now, there's a place.
Sunshine, fresh fruit.
We could have a house
in an orange grove.
Very nice,
if you like that sort of thing.
You like an orange.
I like cabbages too.
Don't mean I wanna live
in a cabbage patch.
America's a big place.
There's every kind of house
you can imagine.
I have a house already.
I don't wanna go to America.
You don't know
your own mind, Mum.
You'll change your mind
once you get there, you'll see.
I won't.
We can't stay here.
I don't see why not.
The Raven Union
is gonna attack London
before the year's out.
There'll be
a proper argy-bargy.
Bombs, tanks, fires,
looting. Here.
Your father's a big hero
to the Raven Union.
A martyr.
They'll treat me very well,
I expect.
Do you really wanna be around
all these sad memories?
What sad memories?
I loved your father.
I like to be reminded of him.
I don't.
This house, this whole city
is nothing but sad memories.
It's where
I killed my own father.
It's where Esme died.
I can't stay here, Mum.
I have to go.
I'm not saying
you shouldn't.
You should.
What? And leave
you on your own?
That's life.
I haven't got much
of it left anyway.
Stop!
That's it. Swan's Farm.
Now we wait.
Stick the kettle on, Baz.
You in the front,
pick up the pace!
Go on, keep it moving!
Come on, move it.
Get up there with him!
Hang on.
Move on.
Go on.
Keep moving.
Go on.
Over there.
What are you looking at?Stop it.
Leave him alone!
That's enough, lads.
Stand down.
Norfolk's finest, eh?
How are we?
All right?
Good.
I'm Captain Sykes.
Have you not heard
of deodorant?
Co-Op do a good one.
You can't beat
the Co-Op, can you?
Quality and value.
Now then, we're charging you
with subversion
and conspiring
to commit violent acts.
And...
I don't care
if you're Herman
and his fucking Hermits.
You're here.
It's job on.
You'll be interviewed,
given an opportunity
to confess.
If you've nowt to confess,
think of something.
Goes easier for all of us.
We keep our quota,
you keep your wellbeing.
Any questions?
No? Good.
Says here,
there's brothels out West,
where all the girls
are dead ringers
for Hollywood film stars.
Imagine that, eh?
You told us
that two days ago.
Worth repeating.
I suspect you'll
be disappointed.
If there's restaurants
that look like dinosaurs,
I don't see why
there cannot be tarts
that look like film stars.
Restaurants like dinosaurs?
Dinosaurs, pal.
Hats, cakes, all sorts.
What's the point?
Once you're inside,
you can't see they're dinosaurs.
Well, I agree,
but it supports the tarts
and film stars proposition.
Two Rovers bracketing a Jag.
Taking the farm road.
He's our boy.
Colonel John Salt.
Nice.
Dark in three hours.
I'll have a kip.
Oh, my poor hero...
You must be exhausted.
A drink?
A bath?
Mm-hmm.
Dinner?
In that order.
Sherry please, my dear.
Where would you like
your guest, sir?
In the workshop please, Hobbes.
I'll be along shortly.
Sorry to bring work
with me again.
There's always more
to be done, you see.
Oh, no, no...
What you do is so important.
I don't mind.
It's rather thrilling actually,
being part of it all.
What do you want for dinner?
We have steak or chicken.
I've had my quota
of red meat for the week,
so chicken.
Then chicken it shall be.
Who have you caught?
What did they do?
I never say names.
You know that.
Are there cutlets?
I couldn't manage a whole bird.
Cutlets, it is.
I'll make
that lemon sauce you like.
So, Katie Browning,
how long have you been engaged
in subversive activity?
Haven't.
I'm a student.
Oh. What of?
Art.
I like art.
Mother's maiden name?
Don't know.
Why not?
I'm a foundling.
Hmm.
"Doesn't know."
"Foundling."
I hate these forms.
They don't make
the bloody boxes big enough.
Now, let's see...
"List the names
of all those persons you know
to be members
of subversive organizations."
No.
I said...
List the names
of all those persons you know
to be members
of subversive organizations.
I don't know anyone.
Do you not?
Then think on.
I don't... know... anyone.
The gaffer wants names.
Best keep him happy.
He's not fond of subversives.
I'm not a subversive.
You're the subversive.
Then I'd be sat
in your little room, wouldn't I?
But I'm not.
You're sat
in my little room.
I wouldn't keep anyone
in a room.
I'm not a fascist.
Nor me.
Politics, eh?
Bloody waste of time.
Why are you here then?
I'm not allowed to answer
personal questions.
Unprofessional.
Now, come on.
Be a love.
Give us some names.
Maybe you just like being mean.
See that little box there?
That's the uncooperative box.
I put a tick in that,
not good.
Gaffer gets involved
and you'd be sent to the lads
in the remedial annex.
You haven't answered
my question.
What's that?
Why are you here?
I'm here because I'm here.
Same as you.
Now, I've got other folk
to interview.
You have a think.
You have a think.
Dad, hide.
There's someone upstairs.
All right, lads?
Who are they?
You tell me.
I thought they were with you.
What's your name?
Alfie.
Huh?
That's funny.
I had a son called Alfie.
But he died.
Cheers. Another bad dream, huh?
Yeah.
Daveboy's mum again.
You should be so lucky.
Good evening, George.
Welcome.
I'm honored to have
such a distinguished guest.
Who are you?
Everybody says
you're a very brave man,
Mr. Orwell.
What everybody says
is usually wrong.
Hm.
Back in the Raven Society days,
before the war,
I worked at a place
we called Room 101.
A torture chamber really.
One soon discovers
that very few people
are truly brave.
Most of what we call bravery
is stupidity,
or ignorance,
or a lack of imagination.
Please, tell me who you are.
My name is Salt.
You write clever books,
so you're not
stupid or ignorant...
which means either
you lack imagination,
or you're that rare man
of true courage.
Mr. Salt,
what do you want from me?
I suspect
an imagination deficit.
I suspect you sat there
in your ivory tower and simply
couldn't imagine that
your mockery of a noble cause
would have consequences.
When word gets out
that you have abducted me,
there will be an outcry.
An international outcry.
True. But, Mr. Orwell,
suppose, for a moment,
that word doesn't get out.
Suppose nobody
knows where you are.
Suppose you simply...
vanished?
Imagine that.
What do you want from me?
Hmm.
Let's start
with repentance.
Repentance?
Fine. You'll have it.
I repent.
I'll sign whatever you like.
Just let me go.
I repent.
Signing bits of paper
is not repentance!
Repentance comes
from your heart.
My heart. Christ.
All right.
I repent in my heart.
Believe me, at this moment,
I am truly repentant.
Very good.
If you're sincere,
I'll let you go.
You have to swear on your honor
that you'll never write
another word against us.
I swear.
Not another word.
As God is your witness?
As God is my witness,
I swear.
You're lying, Mr. Orwell.
But I was lying too.
Your repentance is worthless.
I just wanted you to confirm
my analysis of your character.
And you did.
I'm not lying.
You're just
the usual type of man.
A cowardly hypocrite.
Hmm.
Pardon me, Mr. Orwell.
Hello.
Oh! Oh, my God!
Oh! Oh!
You gave us a proper fright.
We thought someone
was getting killed in here.
All...
clear.
Thank fuck.
We thought
there was murder afoot.
I just said that.
When you're ready, mate.
We're in a bit of a hurry.
Warm for the time of year.
It is.
Muggy even.
May I ask, why me?
Why not you?
I'm of no importance.
A supply depot wallah.
Your paymasters
are misinformed
or incompetent.
Happens.
How much are you being paid?
Who says we're being paid?
Hmph. Enthusiasts?
I don't think so.
Whatever you're being paid
to take me in,
I'll pay you more
to let me go.
We hear that a lot.
I imagine you're paid well.
Seller's market.
A thousand dollars?
Somewhere in that range?
I'll pay you
ten thousand dollars
or the sterling equivalent
to let me go.
You name your price.
Why would the Union pay so much
for a supply depot wallah?
No, they wouldn't.
My duties for the Union require
I have personal access
to large amounts of cash.
Hmph.
You'll steal from the Union?
I have claustrophobia.
I can't be a prisoner.
We haven't been
formally introduced.
You know my name.
I do.
I confess
I know yours too...
Mr. Pennyworth.
I recognize you
from the newspapers.
Your father is a hero of mine.
Hero of mine too.
Hmm.
You must have
very complicated
feelings about him.
Checkpoint.
Hey-- Hey!
What sort of man
was your father?
Misguided.
Hmm.
We can let time
be the judge of that, eh?
I imagine he was a man
of principle.
A man of discipline.
What's it matter to you
what sort of man he was?
What's it matter to anyone?
Forgive me.
I don't mean to pry.
I like to know
what makes people tick.
People don't tick.
Of course, they do.
You, for instance,
tick like a taxi meter.
Money drives your wheels.
Tick, tick, tick.
Not at all. Just the means
to an end, Chief.
Means to an end.
What end is that?
None of
your business really, is it?
Ah, no real plans then.
Vague dreams.
Well, that's where
you're wrong, mate.
He's all yours.
Goodbye, young man.
Perhaps we'll meet again.
I doubt it.
Was he any trouble?
Quiet as a lamb.
Bit of a nosey parker,
mind you, but otherwise,
a proper gentleman.
Good. Good.
Thank you, Alfie.
You've hit a six
with this chap.
Always happy to help
with a noble cause.
All right, man.
Cheers, pal.
I'm not expecting anyone.
All right.
Ready?
Thomas!
I'm sorry
to show up unannounced.
Your...
Your phone seems
to be out of service.
Ah, come in.
Boots, Darren, this is Thomas.
He's an old friend.
Thomas.BOOTS: Hi, Thomas.
Guys, go get a pint, huh?
See you later.
Who are
those characters?
Oh, they're my unit.
I'm a lieutenant
in the League army.
Well, mostly it's just
manning the siege barricades
and the occasional
recon mission.
Fact-finding kind of stuff.
Holy smokes, Martha.
You're a lieutenant?
You have a unit.
It's been a while, huh?
Where were we?
That is hard to forget.
You all better?
Good as new.
I'll tell you,
the last year has given me
a whole new respect
for doctors.
It's the only clean profession.
But, um...
how the heck are you?
I'm good.
Oh, well, you seem...
You seem happy.
Glowing almost.
I guess I am happy.
This life is very simple.
I like simplicity.
Well, I'm happy
that you're happy, Martha.
I don't like to be a Grinch
but you're preparing to make
a last desperate stand
for a lost cause.
How many people get to do that?
We're going to win, Thomas.
They won't take London.
How so?
They'll be coming
in with tanks and howitzers.
You have rusty Brownings.
London and the League
are doomed.
Still working
for the CIA, huh?
CIA? No. No.
I'm a Cultural
Affairs Attache.
When will you people
do the right thing
and step in to stop
those fascist bastards?
Ahem. It's not gonna
happen, I'm afraid.
Then what are you gonna do?
Don't say you.
It's not me.
I'm not
the United States Government.
We-- They...
They are
staying neutral.
It's not what I would do,
but I'm not in charge.
Oh. "I was only obeying orders!"
Oh, come on.
That's not fair.
So if America's neutral,
then what have you
come back for?
To sit and watch?
Yeah. Pretty much.
I'm here as an observer.
That's--that's all.
I'm sorry.
I'm being a hard-ass.
I'll stop.
It's good
to see you, Thomas.
It's good to see you too.
I don't--I don't know why,
but, um...
I do believe that...
I actually missed you.
Well, have I missed
you too, Martha.
And I hope that
we can always be friends.
I hope so too.
That is to say,
the big news is,
I'm engaged to be married.
No kidding. Wow.
Well, congratulations.
Why would
we not be friends?
Well, absolutely.
That's what I was hoping.
There is no reason.
Who's the lucky gal?
Betsy Van Wyck.
I can see her now.
Well, she is
a fine young woman.
Mm-hmm.
And it was the right
thing to do.
Things just happened
before I was aware somehow.
Oh, you poor sap.
Look, I--
I know you deserve more
of an explanation than that,
but, frankly,
I don't have one.
Why do I deserve
an explanation?
I've forgotten
all the constant questions.
We had a relationship, damn it.
We made out.
I had your cock in my hand
for maybe five seconds,
and then you got shot.
That's not a relationship.Oh, well...
That's a funny story.
Well, names changed to protect
the innocent, I hope.
Hell no.
So what's up?
Up?
Well, you're a CIA spy
and you didn't come here
to get laid.
What do you wanna know?
What do you think
you could possibly tell me?
There is a steamroller coming
and you're standing
in the middle of the road
with your damn eyes shut.
What else do I need to know?
Where the door is.
Martha, I'm your friend.
I'm worried about you.
Well, as you can see,
I'm perfectly happy.
I know where the door is.
If you need anything
that I can help you with,
I am always here for you...
as a friend.
You be well, Thomas.
We can sit here
till next week.
I've nowt else to do.
All your friends
have given us names.
They're not my friends.Lone wolf, eh? Heh.
Do you smoke?
There's Woodbines in the larder
if you want one.
I don't smoke.
There if you want one.
What kind of art do you do?
Pictures.
Of what?
You wouldn't understand.
Ride your high horse
if you like.
There's been hundreds
of proud little misses
just like you
come through here.
Grist to the mill.
Now for the last time,
give us some names.
I won't.
Do as you like.
If I could do as I liked,
I'd be an air hostess.
You're seeing the world
and you're helping people
at the same time.
But no such luck.
I'm here, doing my job.
Do you see that?
I see that
you're an unhappy woman.
And I forgive you.
Not your place
to forgive me, Pet.
Alfie, a word.
Have a seat.
Heard about
what happened.
Shocking.
You all right?A little deaf.
Any news on Salt?
He was seen back at Union HQ
this morning.
Hard at work,
full of beans.
Who done it do you think?
Well, that would be
my question to you.
As of now, I couldn't venture
a guess, Mr. Aziz.
There's a hundred firms
might have done it.
I'll put the feelers out,
obviously.
This sort of malarkey
hurts my business too.
Whoever they are,
they knew when and where
we were meeting.
You got a loose talker
in your ranks.
Large teams like yours,
bound to happen.
Who though?
Who among all those I trust
is capable
of such a betrayal, hmm?
I find myself taking
it personally.
And I despise people
who take things personally.
We was here.
Ask anyone.
I will.
And I don't like
your high-handed
manner, Mr. Aziz.
Who's capable
of such a betrayal?
You mate, for one.
You've done me wicked
on several occasions.
How many poor bastards have you
turned over in your time?
Untold. Do I lie?
No.
Well then.
And if you're fool enough
to move a high value asset
with one car and two dim plods,
that's what you get.
Turned over.
You're right.
Fault's mine,
and I'm seeking
someone to blame.
I apologize for the accusation.
Think nothing of it.
I'm just extremely
disappointed.
Salt was a big fish.
Close to the leadership.
That's not what you told me.
No.
Your prices are quite
high enough as it is.
Did he say anything
interesting?
Like what?I don't know.
Perhaps he mentioned something
called Stormcloud?
Stormcloud?
No. What's Stormcloud?
Probably nothing.
Just rumors.
So, this is the silly girl
that won't talk to us, eh?
Yes, sir.
I like to sit down
with our problem cases
for a last interview
before they enter the system.
Sometimes a calm
fatherly chat can change minds.
I sense that may be possible
with you, young lady.
What do you say?
Fuck off.
Plucky!
Jolly good.
I admire pluck.
Perhaps a quiet chat
isn't the thing.
Take your clothes off.
No.
Do as you're told.
What's wrong with you?
Why are you doing this?
Aren't you ashamed?
Sykes, what does the code
of conduct stipulate?
Section 22B
expressly allows nudity
during coercive interviews.
Nothing wrong with us.
It's you that's wrong.
Put the kettle on,
would you, Bet?
Tell you what, sir...
Why don't you put
the fucking kettle on?!
My God! No!
Stop!
Please stop! He's dead!
Doctor, are you?
"Put the kettle on, Bet,"
he says.
I'm the fucking tea lady, am I?
I don't think so.
That's Captain Sykes to you.
Oh, Captain Sykes,
where you taking her?
Hard case.
Gaffer wants her
in the annex.
Is he still
in the interview suite?
I've got invoices here
for him to sign.
He's having a snooze.
Long interview.
I'll leave him be then.BET: Best.
All right then, you two,
there'll be a scone waiting
for me when I get back
or I'll know
the reason why.
Not one of them shit
scones, mind.
One with currants.
Cheeky.
Best find a bus stop then, eh?
What the fuck
is happening?
Never you mind.
They look amazing!
Hello, Sandra.
Nearly said a penny
for your thoughts.
I know you hate it
when I say that.
I was thinking how
smashing you look.
Is that a new dress?
Do you like it?
Mm-hmm.
Dad says it's what pop singers
are wearing these days.
I think I look like a tart.
No, love, you don't.
You couldn't look like a tart
if you tried.
Give us a song, would you?
You're sending me away
so you can talk business
with that man coming
over here, aren't you?
I am.
Hate it when you do that.
Go on.
Gully.
Alfie.
Please.
Thank you.
High life, huh?
I'm proud of you, son.
Ah, it's all rented.
Here.
Lost comrades.
We should be with them.
We will be.
But not quite yet.
Mmm.
Here you go.
Nice one.
Any trouble?
No. No. Salt paid up
fair and square.
No haggling.
Odd bird.
Was he?
I didn't really get much
of a chance to speak with him.
Turns out he's top brass.
Oh?Close to the Union leadership.
We could have asked
for twice what we got.
Well, I'll be damned, huh?
Didn't look like top brass,
did he?
Catering Corps type.
Good luck to him.
Alfie, you and I
should work together again.
Nah.
That was a one-off, Gully.
I got enough cash now
to get the fuck out of here.
Oh. Jumping from
the sinking ship, eh?
Aren't you?
Oh, heavens no.
You know me.
I love a crisis.
Shame you're going, huh?
It's good to work with men
that you can trust.
I mean, really trust.
Yeah, it is.
Eleven seconds.
Good job.
But look at his face.
Unsightly.
Consider the visual impact.
If the Stormcloud Project
is put into action,
it must seem efficient
and humane.
Casualties must look
as if they died peacefully.
Follow me.
a good household.
Do right. You're a butler
before you're 40.
I wanna be my own man.
Nobody's their own man, son.
Nobody.
I started up a security firm.
You are way too softhearted
to be a businessman.
You'll be eaten up.
Yeah, well, we'll see, won't we?
You were in the army?
Ten years.
I'll have no more
to do with it now.
Peaceful life for me.
I am so sorry.
Thomas Wayne.
My card.
Pennyworth Security.
Mr. Pennyworth,
I'm Martha Kane.
How can I help you, Ms. Kane?
I have a job for you.
Ten thousand quid,
and she's got plenty
more work for us.
What's the bad news?
She's a No Name.
Why is a nice American
society girl like you
mixed up
with the No Name League?
I could ask the same of you.
I got
a distinct sense they know.
They know I'm CIA.
Will you marry me?
Yes. Yes, I will.
Esme!
You knew who killed Esme
and you covered it up.
I don't trust you.
Never have, never will.
The Raven Society,
they want
to overthrow the government
and set up a fascist utopia.
My name is James Harwood.
That man tortured me.
He has to die.
You?
Why aren't you dead?
I've got important
friends, mate.
Will you come with me?
Well, I have a battle ahead.
I'll need a lot of friends.
My God. James.
Hello, Frances.
I will destroy my enemies
and lead this country back
to greatness.
Wait,
we're starting a civil war.
Harwood is staging a coup.
He's got the army outside,
and he's abducted the Queen.
Your Majesty.
You must never tell
anyone about this.
Not so. Who'd believe me?
You said that you like me.
I find that I like you too.
Thomas!
All is not yet lost.
A great leader prepares
for every possibility.
You have to promise me
that you'll always think
well of me
whatever people might say.
He was upset about all that
Raven Society lot.
Why? He's not one of them.
Shut it!
Dad, don't do this.
I'm sorry, son.
God bless England!
Honestly,
I really don't know.
They didn't tell me.
Why would they?
I swear on my children's life,
I don't know anything!
You shouldn't swear
on your children's lives.
Not when you're lying.
I am not lying.
What are your kids' names?
Terry and Sharon.
It's the little one's
birthday tomorrow.
The wife will be worried sick.
Please, miss, have a heart.
Do I look like I have a heart?
Yeah, you do.
You look like a good,
kind person.
I'm not.
Tell me what you know
or Terry and Sharon
will never see you again.
I can't tell you
what I don't know, can I?
I don't even care
about politics.
I never wanted
any part of this shit.
I don't know anything!
You can't do this.
I think I can.
Swan's Farm...
Garton Magna.
Thank you.
Union cops!
Open up!
She's in here! Help!
Oi! Hey!MAN 2: Get her!
Come here!Now!
A year
has passed since Lord Harwood
escaped captivity
and began the armed struggle.
How things have changed.
England is once again
a land of hope and glory.
The people of Norwich
came out
in their cheerful thousands
to celebrate liberation
by Raven Union forces.
"England rejoice,"
declared Lord Harwood
to the happy throng.
"Final victory is near."
The leftist factions
will soon be driven
from Manchester and Liverpool.
And then onward to London.
Oops. Look out, Mother.
The little one wants
to join in!
Forward, we go, one and all,
marching merrily to victory.
Lord Harwood
is a formidable character.
A year ago, whilst locked up
in the Tower of London,
he contrived to blow up
the prime minister
and most of the political
establishment,
freeing himself
and sparking a civil war.
He aims to establish himself
as a fascist military dictator
under the flag
of the Raven Union.
The Union's opponents,
that is, The Queen,
surviving moderates,
the old No Name League,
and anybody else not fascist,
are working together in what
they call The English League.
Formally, the Queen's in charge,
but actual power is in the hands
of a High Council
of 20 or so delegates,
led by the Prime Minister,
Archbishop Potter.
A shitfest.
Yes, ma'am.
They're not well organized.
And the Union have
the regular Army on their side.
They have tanks, artillery,
and manpower.
And they're up against
poorly-armed,
poorly-led civilians.
As of now, the Union controls
90% of the country.
The League still holds London
north of the river
but they're surrounded
and under siege.
Once the Union takes London,
that's the ballgame.
They win.
It'll make Arkham Asylum
look like a country club.
Tragic but inevitable, no?
Well,
the US military could intervene,
as I've respectfully recommended
in my addendum.
The Raven Union
are evil sons of bitches
but they're gonna win, right?
Right.
So, officially, we're neutral,
but we're gonna be nice to them
as discreetly as we can.
You were doing a fine job
over there, Thomas.
We want you to go back
as station chief.
Well, thank you.
I'm, ahem--
I'm honored.
If you can't work
with the program,
this is where you get
to step out gracefully.
Are you with us 100%?
Yes, ma'am.
One hundred percent.
Then go kick some ass for us.
Nice!
Doing good?MAN: Thank you, darling.
Tell me what's wrong.
You'll say
I'm being neurotic.
Tell me anyway.
Yesterday, I nearly
killed a man in cold blood.
But you didn't.
I'm turning mean
and hard, Victor.
You went
behind enemy lines
and came back with information
that could change
the course of the war.
I like you.
It's just, um...
Sometimes I scare myself.
You're being neurotic.
I beg your pardon!
I said out with
the loony old twat, huh?
And what?
Oh, fuck off, mate.
What the fuck are you doing,
you bastard, huh?
You fucking mad?
Good evening, gentlemen, ladies.
The man insulted
his grace, Lord Harwood.
Vile obscenities.
I won't have it.
I'll fucking have you, mate.
You're dead.
Shut it, Dobson.
Get this idiot out of here now.
You're dead, mate.
Dead. Yeah?
You don't know who I am.
But I do, mate.
Don't come back.
I won't.
Ugh! Fuck off!
How'd you get filth
like that in here?
There's a war on, sir.
We welcome everybody,
regardless.
Your first time here, I expect.
Our policy is no politics,
no firearms.
Everyone rubs along together
and enjoys themselves.
Sheri.
This gentleman forgot
to check his firearm.
Perhaps you'll check it
into the cloakroom for him.
Take care of it.
Valuable weapon.
Your weapon's perfectly
safe with us.
Oh, yeah. Nice piece.
German engineering, eh?
Can't beat it. Thanks, Sheri.
No worries, Alfie.
She'll bring you a ticket.
Very soon,
we're going to overrun
this little sanctuary of yours.
You'll learn to show more
respect to Union officers.
Respect?
Madame, gentlemen,
enjoy your evening.
How's your night going?
The man's correct,
you know?
You should learn
to be more respectful.
You should have
thrown him out
on his ass.
He was drinking champagne.
He gets one free bullet.
Congratulations, by the way.
I hear you've been promoted
to the League's High Council.
Oh.
A poison chalice, old boy.
Commiserations
would be more appropriate.
You have real champagne here?
Nah.
Chateau Bermondsey.
I have some proper single malt
if you fancy it though.
Splendid.
If we might repair
to your office,
we have business to discuss.
For a simple abduction?
That's outrageous.
That's dollars, mind you.
Plus expenses.
You asked half that
for the last job.
Apples and oranges.
Abducting's much more
technical than blotting.
No doubt.
I shan't haggle with you.
Ten percent up front.
That's the people's money.
That could be spent
on feeding refugees,
or buying arms or medicine.
Someone
woke up grumpy today.
What will you spend it on?
Fast cars, loose women...
And the rest of it,
he'll squander.
He's teasing you, Martha.
It's very sad to see you
like this, Alfred.
You used to have
moral principles.
I used to have
a teddy bear too.
Toby.
Wore a little hat
and a red jacket.
This is the chap.
Colonel John Salt
of the Union Militia.
More of an admin type
than any kind of soldier.
Ran a chain of groceries
before the war.
Why do you want him?
He's available.
Where is he?
He has a mistress in a place
called Swan's Farm,
Garton Magna, in Rutland.
He shows up at random times
but at least once a week.
Consider it done.
Yeah. At your prices,
I should hope so.
I like that woman.
Fiery.
How we doing?
Yeah, with this month's takings
and a couple more good
side jobs, we're sorted.
I like the fiery ones.
You know where you're at.
It's the quiet ones,
you don't know
what you're thinking.
What's he on about?
Women.
What does he know about women?
America, boys.
America.
We're on our way.
A fella was telling me
it's all lies,
what you see in the films.
Stands to reason they make it
look better than it is.
Well, if it's half
as good as it looks,
it's twice as good as here.Hmm.
We'll see.
Stay here if you want, mate.
No. No.
I'm coming.
You just don't get rid of me
that easy.
Slangevar.
Cheers.
Hello again, Mrs. P.
Oh, hello, Your Majesty.
I'll see if he's in.
It's her again.
I'm not here. On a job.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
He's not in.
On a job, he says.
I see.
Tell him he's a cruel beast
and I despise him.
Yes, ma'am.
She says you're a cruel beast
and she despises you.
Message received.
Third time
she's called this week.
Mm-hmm.
I'll talk to her next time.
She does go on.
You'd think
she'd have better things to do.
I have a job out of town.
I'll be gone a few days,
I expect.
Well, it's good money.
We'll soon have enough to go.
Go?
To America.
I was talking to Mrs. Applebaum
who knows these things,
and she says it costs thousands
and thousands to get a visa,
and then when you get there,
a bottle of milk
costs two pound.
Don't you worry about money.
I'm sorting that.
Did you look at the brochure
I gave you?
What about California, eh?
Now, there's a place.
Sunshine, fresh fruit.
We could have a house
in an orange grove.
Very nice,
if you like that sort of thing.
You like an orange.
I like cabbages too.
Don't mean I wanna live
in a cabbage patch.
America's a big place.
There's every kind of house
you can imagine.
I have a house already.
I don't wanna go to America.
You don't know
your own mind, Mum.
You'll change your mind
once you get there, you'll see.
I won't.
We can't stay here.
I don't see why not.
The Raven Union
is gonna attack London
before the year's out.
There'll be
a proper argy-bargy.
Bombs, tanks, fires,
looting. Here.
Your father's a big hero
to the Raven Union.
A martyr.
They'll treat me very well,
I expect.
Do you really wanna be around
all these sad memories?
What sad memories?
I loved your father.
I like to be reminded of him.
I don't.
This house, this whole city
is nothing but sad memories.
It's where
I killed my own father.
It's where Esme died.
I can't stay here, Mum.
I have to go.
I'm not saying
you shouldn't.
You should.
What? And leave
you on your own?
That's life.
I haven't got much
of it left anyway.
Stop!
That's it. Swan's Farm.
Now we wait.
Stick the kettle on, Baz.
You in the front,
pick up the pace!
Go on, keep it moving!
Come on, move it.
Get up there with him!
Hang on.
Move on.
Go on.
Keep moving.
Go on.
Over there.
What are you looking at?Stop it.
Leave him alone!
That's enough, lads.
Stand down.
Norfolk's finest, eh?
How are we?
All right?
Good.
I'm Captain Sykes.
Have you not heard
of deodorant?
Co-Op do a good one.
You can't beat
the Co-Op, can you?
Quality and value.
Now then, we're charging you
with subversion
and conspiring
to commit violent acts.
And...
I don't care
if you're Herman
and his fucking Hermits.
You're here.
It's job on.
You'll be interviewed,
given an opportunity
to confess.
If you've nowt to confess,
think of something.
Goes easier for all of us.
We keep our quota,
you keep your wellbeing.
Any questions?
No? Good.
Says here,
there's brothels out West,
where all the girls
are dead ringers
for Hollywood film stars.
Imagine that, eh?
You told us
that two days ago.
Worth repeating.
I suspect you'll
be disappointed.
If there's restaurants
that look like dinosaurs,
I don't see why
there cannot be tarts
that look like film stars.
Restaurants like dinosaurs?
Dinosaurs, pal.
Hats, cakes, all sorts.
What's the point?
Once you're inside,
you can't see they're dinosaurs.
Well, I agree,
but it supports the tarts
and film stars proposition.
Two Rovers bracketing a Jag.
Taking the farm road.
He's our boy.
Colonel John Salt.
Nice.
Dark in three hours.
I'll have a kip.
Oh, my poor hero...
You must be exhausted.
A drink?
A bath?
Mm-hmm.
Dinner?
In that order.
Sherry please, my dear.
Where would you like
your guest, sir?
In the workshop please, Hobbes.
I'll be along shortly.
Sorry to bring work
with me again.
There's always more
to be done, you see.
Oh, no, no...
What you do is so important.
I don't mind.
It's rather thrilling actually,
being part of it all.
What do you want for dinner?
We have steak or chicken.
I've had my quota
of red meat for the week,
so chicken.
Then chicken it shall be.
Who have you caught?
What did they do?
I never say names.
You know that.
Are there cutlets?
I couldn't manage a whole bird.
Cutlets, it is.
I'll make
that lemon sauce you like.
So, Katie Browning,
how long have you been engaged
in subversive activity?
Haven't.
I'm a student.
Oh. What of?
Art.
I like art.
Mother's maiden name?
Don't know.
Why not?
I'm a foundling.
Hmm.
"Doesn't know."
"Foundling."
I hate these forms.
They don't make
the bloody boxes big enough.
Now, let's see...
"List the names
of all those persons you know
to be members
of subversive organizations."
No.
I said...
List the names
of all those persons you know
to be members
of subversive organizations.
I don't know anyone.
Do you not?
Then think on.
I don't... know... anyone.
The gaffer wants names.
Best keep him happy.
He's not fond of subversives.
I'm not a subversive.
You're the subversive.
Then I'd be sat
in your little room, wouldn't I?
But I'm not.
You're sat
in my little room.
I wouldn't keep anyone
in a room.
I'm not a fascist.
Nor me.
Politics, eh?
Bloody waste of time.
Why are you here then?
I'm not allowed to answer
personal questions.
Unprofessional.
Now, come on.
Be a love.
Give us some names.
Maybe you just like being mean.
See that little box there?
That's the uncooperative box.
I put a tick in that,
not good.
Gaffer gets involved
and you'd be sent to the lads
in the remedial annex.
You haven't answered
my question.
What's that?
Why are you here?
I'm here because I'm here.
Same as you.
Now, I've got other folk
to interview.
You have a think.
You have a think.
Dad, hide.
There's someone upstairs.
All right, lads?
Who are they?
You tell me.
I thought they were with you.
What's your name?
Alfie.
Huh?
That's funny.
I had a son called Alfie.
But he died.
Cheers. Another bad dream, huh?
Yeah.
Daveboy's mum again.
You should be so lucky.
Good evening, George.
Welcome.
I'm honored to have
such a distinguished guest.
Who are you?
Everybody says
you're a very brave man,
Mr. Orwell.
What everybody says
is usually wrong.
Hm.
Back in the Raven Society days,
before the war,
I worked at a place
we called Room 101.
A torture chamber really.
One soon discovers
that very few people
are truly brave.
Most of what we call bravery
is stupidity,
or ignorance,
or a lack of imagination.
Please, tell me who you are.
My name is Salt.
You write clever books,
so you're not
stupid or ignorant...
which means either
you lack imagination,
or you're that rare man
of true courage.
Mr. Salt,
what do you want from me?
I suspect
an imagination deficit.
I suspect you sat there
in your ivory tower and simply
couldn't imagine that
your mockery of a noble cause
would have consequences.
When word gets out
that you have abducted me,
there will be an outcry.
An international outcry.
True. But, Mr. Orwell,
suppose, for a moment,
that word doesn't get out.
Suppose nobody
knows where you are.
Suppose you simply...
vanished?
Imagine that.
What do you want from me?
Hmm.
Let's start
with repentance.
Repentance?
Fine. You'll have it.
I repent.
I'll sign whatever you like.
Just let me go.
I repent.
Signing bits of paper
is not repentance!
Repentance comes
from your heart.
My heart. Christ.
All right.
I repent in my heart.
Believe me, at this moment,
I am truly repentant.
Very good.
If you're sincere,
I'll let you go.
You have to swear on your honor
that you'll never write
another word against us.
I swear.
Not another word.
As God is your witness?
As God is my witness,
I swear.
You're lying, Mr. Orwell.
But I was lying too.
Your repentance is worthless.
I just wanted you to confirm
my analysis of your character.
And you did.
I'm not lying.
You're just
the usual type of man.
A cowardly hypocrite.
Hmm.
Pardon me, Mr. Orwell.
Hello.
Oh! Oh, my God!
Oh! Oh!
You gave us a proper fright.
We thought someone
was getting killed in here.
All...
clear.
Thank fuck.
We thought
there was murder afoot.
I just said that.
When you're ready, mate.
We're in a bit of a hurry.
Warm for the time of year.
It is.
Muggy even.
May I ask, why me?
Why not you?
I'm of no importance.
A supply depot wallah.
Your paymasters
are misinformed
or incompetent.
Happens.
How much are you being paid?
Who says we're being paid?
Hmph. Enthusiasts?
I don't think so.
Whatever you're being paid
to take me in,
I'll pay you more
to let me go.
We hear that a lot.
I imagine you're paid well.
Seller's market.
A thousand dollars?
Somewhere in that range?
I'll pay you
ten thousand dollars
or the sterling equivalent
to let me go.
You name your price.
Why would the Union pay so much
for a supply depot wallah?
No, they wouldn't.
My duties for the Union require
I have personal access
to large amounts of cash.
Hmph.
You'll steal from the Union?
I have claustrophobia.
I can't be a prisoner.
We haven't been
formally introduced.
You know my name.
I do.
I confess
I know yours too...
Mr. Pennyworth.
I recognize you
from the newspapers.
Your father is a hero of mine.
Hero of mine too.
Hmm.
You must have
very complicated
feelings about him.
Checkpoint.
Hey-- Hey!
What sort of man
was your father?
Misguided.
Hmm.
We can let time
be the judge of that, eh?
I imagine he was a man
of principle.
A man of discipline.
What's it matter to you
what sort of man he was?
What's it matter to anyone?
Forgive me.
I don't mean to pry.
I like to know
what makes people tick.
People don't tick.
Of course, they do.
You, for instance,
tick like a taxi meter.
Money drives your wheels.
Tick, tick, tick.
Not at all. Just the means
to an end, Chief.
Means to an end.
What end is that?
None of
your business really, is it?
Ah, no real plans then.
Vague dreams.
Well, that's where
you're wrong, mate.
He's all yours.
Goodbye, young man.
Perhaps we'll meet again.
I doubt it.
Was he any trouble?
Quiet as a lamb.
Bit of a nosey parker,
mind you, but otherwise,
a proper gentleman.
Good. Good.
Thank you, Alfie.
You've hit a six
with this chap.
Always happy to help
with a noble cause.
All right, man.
Cheers, pal.
I'm not expecting anyone.
All right.
Ready?
Thomas!
I'm sorry
to show up unannounced.
Your...
Your phone seems
to be out of service.
Ah, come in.
Boots, Darren, this is Thomas.
He's an old friend.
Thomas.BOOTS: Hi, Thomas.
Guys, go get a pint, huh?
See you later.
Who are
those characters?
Oh, they're my unit.
I'm a lieutenant
in the League army.
Well, mostly it's just
manning the siege barricades
and the occasional
recon mission.
Fact-finding kind of stuff.
Holy smokes, Martha.
You're a lieutenant?
You have a unit.
It's been a while, huh?
Where were we?
That is hard to forget.
You all better?
Good as new.
I'll tell you,
the last year has given me
a whole new respect
for doctors.
It's the only clean profession.
But, um...
how the heck are you?
I'm good.
Oh, well, you seem...
You seem happy.
Glowing almost.
I guess I am happy.
This life is very simple.
I like simplicity.
Well, I'm happy
that you're happy, Martha.
I don't like to be a Grinch
but you're preparing to make
a last desperate stand
for a lost cause.
How many people get to do that?
We're going to win, Thomas.
They won't take London.
How so?
They'll be coming
in with tanks and howitzers.
You have rusty Brownings.
London and the League
are doomed.
Still working
for the CIA, huh?
CIA? No. No.
I'm a Cultural
Affairs Attache.
When will you people
do the right thing
and step in to stop
those fascist bastards?
Ahem. It's not gonna
happen, I'm afraid.
Then what are you gonna do?
Don't say you.
It's not me.
I'm not
the United States Government.
We-- They...
They are
staying neutral.
It's not what I would do,
but I'm not in charge.
Oh. "I was only obeying orders!"
Oh, come on.
That's not fair.
So if America's neutral,
then what have you
come back for?
To sit and watch?
Yeah. Pretty much.
I'm here as an observer.
That's--that's all.
I'm sorry.
I'm being a hard-ass.
I'll stop.
It's good
to see you, Thomas.
It's good to see you too.
I don't--I don't know why,
but, um...
I do believe that...
I actually missed you.
Well, have I missed
you too, Martha.
And I hope that
we can always be friends.
I hope so too.
That is to say,
the big news is,
I'm engaged to be married.
No kidding. Wow.
Well, congratulations.
Why would
we not be friends?
Well, absolutely.
That's what I was hoping.
There is no reason.
Who's the lucky gal?
Betsy Van Wyck.
I can see her now.
Well, she is
a fine young woman.
Mm-hmm.
And it was the right
thing to do.
Things just happened
before I was aware somehow.
Oh, you poor sap.
Look, I--
I know you deserve more
of an explanation than that,
but, frankly,
I don't have one.
Why do I deserve
an explanation?
I've forgotten
all the constant questions.
We had a relationship, damn it.
We made out.
I had your cock in my hand
for maybe five seconds,
and then you got shot.
That's not a relationship.Oh, well...
That's a funny story.
Well, names changed to protect
the innocent, I hope.
Hell no.
So what's up?
Up?
Well, you're a CIA spy
and you didn't come here
to get laid.
What do you wanna know?
What do you think
you could possibly tell me?
There is a steamroller coming
and you're standing
in the middle of the road
with your damn eyes shut.
What else do I need to know?
Where the door is.
Martha, I'm your friend.
I'm worried about you.
Well, as you can see,
I'm perfectly happy.
I know where the door is.
If you need anything
that I can help you with,
I am always here for you...
as a friend.
You be well, Thomas.
We can sit here
till next week.
I've nowt else to do.
All your friends
have given us names.
They're not my friends.Lone wolf, eh? Heh.
Do you smoke?
There's Woodbines in the larder
if you want one.
I don't smoke.
There if you want one.
What kind of art do you do?
Pictures.
Of what?
You wouldn't understand.
Ride your high horse
if you like.
There's been hundreds
of proud little misses
just like you
come through here.
Grist to the mill.
Now for the last time,
give us some names.
I won't.
Do as you like.
If I could do as I liked,
I'd be an air hostess.
You're seeing the world
and you're helping people
at the same time.
But no such luck.
I'm here, doing my job.
Do you see that?
I see that
you're an unhappy woman.
And I forgive you.
Not your place
to forgive me, Pet.
Alfie, a word.
Have a seat.
Heard about
what happened.
Shocking.
You all right?A little deaf.
Any news on Salt?
He was seen back at Union HQ
this morning.
Hard at work,
full of beans.
Who done it do you think?
Well, that would be
my question to you.
As of now, I couldn't venture
a guess, Mr. Aziz.
There's a hundred firms
might have done it.
I'll put the feelers out,
obviously.
This sort of malarkey
hurts my business too.
Whoever they are,
they knew when and where
we were meeting.
You got a loose talker
in your ranks.
Large teams like yours,
bound to happen.
Who though?
Who among all those I trust
is capable
of such a betrayal, hmm?
I find myself taking
it personally.
And I despise people
who take things personally.
We was here.
Ask anyone.
I will.
And I don't like
your high-handed
manner, Mr. Aziz.
Who's capable
of such a betrayal?
You mate, for one.
You've done me wicked
on several occasions.
How many poor bastards have you
turned over in your time?
Untold. Do I lie?
No.
Well then.
And if you're fool enough
to move a high value asset
with one car and two dim plods,
that's what you get.
Turned over.
You're right.
Fault's mine,
and I'm seeking
someone to blame.
I apologize for the accusation.
Think nothing of it.
I'm just extremely
disappointed.
Salt was a big fish.
Close to the leadership.
That's not what you told me.
No.
Your prices are quite
high enough as it is.
Did he say anything
interesting?
Like what?I don't know.
Perhaps he mentioned something
called Stormcloud?
Stormcloud?
No. What's Stormcloud?
Probably nothing.
Just rumors.
So, this is the silly girl
that won't talk to us, eh?
Yes, sir.
I like to sit down
with our problem cases
for a last interview
before they enter the system.
Sometimes a calm
fatherly chat can change minds.
I sense that may be possible
with you, young lady.
What do you say?
Fuck off.
Plucky!
Jolly good.
I admire pluck.
Perhaps a quiet chat
isn't the thing.
Take your clothes off.
No.
Do as you're told.
What's wrong with you?
Why are you doing this?
Aren't you ashamed?
Sykes, what does the code
of conduct stipulate?
Section 22B
expressly allows nudity
during coercive interviews.
Nothing wrong with us.
It's you that's wrong.
Put the kettle on,
would you, Bet?
Tell you what, sir...
Why don't you put
the fucking kettle on?!
My God! No!
Stop!
Please stop! He's dead!
Doctor, are you?
"Put the kettle on, Bet,"
he says.
I'm the fucking tea lady, am I?
I don't think so.
That's Captain Sykes to you.
Oh, Captain Sykes,
where you taking her?
Hard case.
Gaffer wants her
in the annex.
Is he still
in the interview suite?
I've got invoices here
for him to sign.
He's having a snooze.
Long interview.
I'll leave him be then.BET: Best.
All right then, you two,
there'll be a scone waiting
for me when I get back
or I'll know
the reason why.
Not one of them shit
scones, mind.
One with currants.
Cheeky.
Best find a bus stop then, eh?
What the fuck
is happening?
Never you mind.
They look amazing!
Hello, Sandra.
Nearly said a penny
for your thoughts.
I know you hate it
when I say that.
I was thinking how
smashing you look.
Is that a new dress?
Do you like it?
Mm-hmm.
Dad says it's what pop singers
are wearing these days.
I think I look like a tart.
No, love, you don't.
You couldn't look like a tart
if you tried.
Give us a song, would you?
You're sending me away
so you can talk business
with that man coming
over here, aren't you?
I am.
Hate it when you do that.
Go on.
Gully.
Alfie.
Please.
Thank you.
High life, huh?
I'm proud of you, son.
Ah, it's all rented.
Here.
Lost comrades.
We should be with them.
We will be.
But not quite yet.
Mmm.
Here you go.
Nice one.
Any trouble?
No. No. Salt paid up
fair and square.
No haggling.
Odd bird.
Was he?
I didn't really get much
of a chance to speak with him.
Turns out he's top brass.
Oh?Close to the Union leadership.
We could have asked
for twice what we got.
Well, I'll be damned, huh?
Didn't look like top brass,
did he?
Catering Corps type.
Good luck to him.
Alfie, you and I
should work together again.
Nah.
That was a one-off, Gully.
I got enough cash now
to get the fuck out of here.
Oh. Jumping from
the sinking ship, eh?
Aren't you?
Oh, heavens no.
You know me.
I love a crisis.
Shame you're going, huh?
It's good to work with men
that you can trust.
I mean, really trust.
Yeah, it is.
Eleven seconds.
Good job.
But look at his face.
Unsightly.
Consider the visual impact.
If the Stormcloud Project
is put into action,
it must seem efficient
and humane.
Casualties must look
as if they died peacefully.
Follow me.