Pennyworth (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - The Lion and Lamb - full transcript

Alfie.

You fucked my wife.

I raised you better than that.

You didn't raise me.

Of course I'm not your father.

But I'd wager you a pretty penny that
he'd be as ashamed of you as I am.

Run or I'm gonna put a bullet
through your head right now.

Fuck's sake.

All right, Gully.

It wasn't Melanie's fault.

A gentleman to the end, eh?



I thought you were a bloody hero.

Turns out you're just bloody mad.

Aren't you gonna kill me?

Nah.

We have sex a few times
and I get knocked up.

It's a good surprise.

Can we agree to get married now?

No, it's not that simple.

Let me make it simple.

I have to go on a perilous mission,
and we're having a baby together.

This lot are saying that
the Raven Union's

gonna drop that terror bomb on London.

We have till 4:00 p.m. tomorrow.

We're not beaten yet.



- We have a plan.
- Uh, here it comes.

I show up unannounced,

bringing them back
their missing scientist.

- Then...
- Then what?

Then we steal Stormcloud from them.

Best be off then, eh?

That's your plan? No chance.

Drop your weapons. Hands up.

Easy now.

I'm afraid we can't let you leave.

Give them a good drubbing.

I shall create a diversion.

Then you get a message to Frances Gaunt.

You send her my fondest love,

and you tell her how deeply sorry I am
for wronging her so cruelly.

But what about you?

- Onward!
- No!

Lord Hardwood was my friend.

This is rightful revenge.

Anything bad happens...
then you're dead.

They're a special request
from the High Chancellor.

Don't worry, Doc.

We're getting you out of here.

Hello, ladies.

Uh, looking for the penthouse, I expect.

Thank goodness you found us.

Right this way, ladies.

Commendable.

You chaps keep trying.

Sir...

May I have a few words
in private with my son?

You really think your mother
would forgive me?

Who gives a toss?

I do.

I wanna see her again before I die.

Hard cheese for you, then.

We'll both be dead by tonight.

There's a gun in my left pocket.

Don't just stare at me, boy.

- Hello.
- You're never gonna guess what.

God damn it, Salt!

The deadline has passed
and they haven't surrendered.

So much for your bloody plan.

Patience, General Thursday.

Patience.

The plan is working perfectly.

Fuck's sake.

Jeepers, would you look at that?

I'm quite close enough, thank you.

You all right?

Never you mind.

What are you doing?

Evacuating my bowels, if you must know.

Fair play.

What made you change your mind
about all this Raven malarkey, then?

I didn't.

Why would I change
the beliefs of a lifetime?

I'm a cripple, not senile.

I hope London falls.

And the League are destroyed
for the Commie vermin they are.

You fucked the Raven's big plan.

For your mother's sake.

We'll win anyway.

You lot are buggered. Trust me.

You better have something good
to say to Mum.

And don't count on her being pleased
to see you,

if that's what you're hoping.

I don't care if she hates me...

as long as she understands me.

Understands what?

If there are things
in this world worth dying for,

then there are things worth killing for.

Oh, lovely.

Back from the dead
with a cheery fascist motto.

She'll be delighted.

Yeah.

Well, history will judge me, not you.

You can't judge me.

No.

I can leave you by the side
of the fucking road, though.

Yeah, you could do that.

Rather you didn't.

No mottos, no history lessons, nish.

You tell Mum you love her

and you're very, very sorry
for the grief you've caused her

and that's all, promise?

Yeah.

- Good morning, Mrs. Pennyworth.
- Oh, it's you, is it?

Is... Alfie here?

No, he's not.

And you should be in hospital,

not gallivanting
about looking for my boy.

Not that I'm defending
his behavior, mind you.

- Where is he?
- I met your wife, Mr. Troy.

And not to be disrespectful,
I know her sort.

She led Alfie on.

All silk blouse and no knickers,
that's her sort.

Hey...

Where is he?

He's gone back to work for the League,
saving the bloody world again,

never mind his poor old mum.

Good day to you, Mrs. Pennyworth.

All right.

And there it is.

Yes!

Well done.

Well done, my dear friends.

- So good to have you back.
- God, you look terrible.

We have to get you
to a hospital immediately.

We're fine.

Any word from Salt in the Union?

Silence.

The deadline passed without a word.

They'll be licking their wounds
for a while, I expect.

- Good.
- Marvelous.

Good.

Where are Alfie and Daveboy?

They're fine.

Long story.
Long, extremely bizarre story, actually,

but enough about them for now.

- I'm back.
- Yes.

Yes?

You mean
yes, it's accurate to say I'm back,

or do you mean yes?

Yes. I mean yes.

She said yes.

We're getting married.

More reasons for celebration then.

Mum?

Thank God you're back.

Look at the state of you.

Saved the world, did you?

I did, as it happens.

That Mr. Troy was here.

Blimey, he don't give up, does he?

Never mind that.

Sit down.

I've got news.

Never mind a man come to murder you?

Must be very bad news.

No, no, no, it's good news.

Sort of.

I'll put a kettle on.

When a man says there's good news
and it sounds like bad news,

it can only mean one thing.

- She's pregnant, isn't she?
- Pregnant? Who?

You tell me,
the way you've been putting it about,

could be Mrs. Applebaum for all I know.

No, Mum. There's no babies on the way.

To your knowledge.

- It's about Dad.
- What about Dad?

Suppose you could talk to him now.
What would you say?

I don't know.

Well, I can't talk to him, can I?

So there's no point thinking about it.

Suppose you could.

Aunt Phyllis went to a gypsy in Southend

and spoke to her Tony
after he copped it.

She asked him
where he hid their premium bonds.

Would he tell her? No, he would not.

On and on about his bloody geraniums.

Well, suppose he said
he was really, really sorry.

Well, sorry's no substitute
for premium bonds.

I mean Dad.

What about if Dad came back
and said he was sorry?

- What would you say?
- What're you on about?

See, the thing is,

we never actually
got to see his body, did we?

So, we've never been
quite 100% sure, have we?

I mean, there's nothing like
an actual body to tell you what's what.

Have they found his body?

Yeah, they have found his body,

and...

And he's still in it.

What?

He's alive, Mum.

Why would you say such a thing?

I don't know how else to say it.

He's alive.

Raven Union scientists
put him back together.

He's not well, but he is alive.

Kettle's boiling.

Did you hear what I just said?

I'm not deaf.

My hearing is very good.

When I was a girl,
I used to hear dog whistles.

Your dad's alive.

Hello, my dear.

Comrades! Celebration is in order.
But first, we must deal with this.

Wretched thing. Dr. Fox,
how do we dispose of this safely?

That's going to take some
careful thought.

In the interim, some kind of
hermetically sealed strongbox...

Nobody fucking move!

- Where is Alfred Pennyworth?
- He's not here. Who are you?

Where the fuck is he?

I don't know.

- What's that? What you got there?
- It's nothing.

Give it to me.

- No!
- No, no.

Oh.

What the hell?

I'm okay.

Yeah, me too.

Is everyone okay?

Yeah.

They think they have taken
Stormcloud from us.

But, actually, I let them take
one of these de-weaponized capsules.

A ruse de guerre,
as you army chaps call it.

A dastardly trick, is what I call it.

You never wanted peace.

You actually want to use this vile bomb.

We offered peace.

They refused. That's all.

The world will see
that we tried our best

to avoid this outcome.

Don't you see?

We'll be blameless
in the eyes of the world.

- And in your conscience...
- My conscience is clear!

Our enemies need to know
terror and humiliation.

Anything less than that,
they still have hope.

And until they have no hope,

true peace is impossible.

The British Army
will not commit atrocities,

however well concealed and justified.

Stormcloud will not be used.

Mmm.
I'm afraid that's not up to you.

Bloody well is. You need an army airship
to deliver the damn thing.

And that, you shall not have.

Actually, I don't need your airship.

I don't need you or the army.

What're you talking about?

I like to plan far ahead.

And I suspected you'd turn soft.

So I made sure your help
wouldn't be essential.

Progress waits for no man, you know.

Stormcloud is already
on site in central London...

ready to be detonated, any time I wish.

Oh, my God.

You're mad. You're actually mad.

I won't let you do this.

Not your call, old chap.

- I understand this is all...
- Unhand me, boy!

New and shocking.

In an hour, it will all be over.

Tomorrow you'll thank me.

- Sir. League HQ on the line.
- Ah.

Listen to this.

Bravo.

You played us very neatly.

I don't know what you're referring to.

Very well.

As Prime Minister
of Her Majesty's government

and leader of the League armed forces,

I formally surrender
on the terms you specified.

I will relay the same message
to the international community.

Too late, I'm afraid.

A deadline is a deadline.

The deadline is a technicality.

I say again, we are surrendering.

You no longer have that option.

We shall respond
with appropriate force, as promised.

I'll give you...

mmm, enough time to say your goodbyes.

But not enough time to escape.
Though you are welcome to try.

Entirely up to you.

Hello?

Hello!

That's that, then.

But shouldn't we try to run?

There's no time.

Besides, we'd be leaving
everyone else in London to die.

It's not quite the thing, really, is it?

Those that want to should try,
though, certainly.

I'm sorry.

Shame.

I had a tenner on the sweeps
at Newmarket.

Sorry, old chap.

- Cheers.
- Martha.

We have a new life to think of.

Shouldn't we at least try and get
you and our baby out of here?

I wish.

Lucius is right. There's no time.

Hey...

I've got a better idea.

Let's get married.

Married? Now?

Oh. Cold feet, huh?

No, I...

Let's do it.

Okay.

Victor?

Will you marry us?

Splendid idea.

Hello, Mum.

You all right?

I'll put the kettle on.

You look terrible.

You look lovely.

I'll help Daveboy with the tea.

You, behave yourself.

And Mum, give him a chance to explain
himself before you give him a walloping.

Why didn't you tell us you were alive?

I didn't want you to see me like this.

And I knew you'd be angry with me.

Bloody right, I'm angry!

You did that to yourself.

To us.

It's as if I never knew you.

I had no idea you were so unhappy.

I wasn't unhappy.

- You killed yourself!
- For a higher cause!

Balls.

Higher than our marriage?

Higher than me?

For once in my life,

I wanted to do something useful.

Something important.

What're you talking about?

Your whole life
you've been useful and important.

No.

I was a servant.

A lackey.

Bowed.

And served.

And opened doors for my betters.

Not them.

Me.

You were important to me.

And useful.

Now and again.

I thought we had a good life.

We did.

We did.

I'll get it.

Hello?

Alfie?

Bad news. We got played.

Thanks very much.

I'm sorry for everything.

I understand...

Yeah, of course.

- Are you listening?
- Of course.

Mum.

I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

I shouldn't have brought him here.

Why? What's wrong?

Tell her, Dad.

Tell her the truth.

I don't know what you're talking about.

All his talk of love
and forgiveness was lies.

He only pretended he wanted
to come here and see you.

Part of a trick to make us think
we're safe, but we're not.

I don't understand.

The Ravens are going to drop
that bloody gas bomb on us any time now.

And this one here arranged it
by lying, to me.

Is that true?

Say it.

I did want to see you again.

It wasn't a lie.

And I am dying.

But yes.

The rest was a lie.

I see.

That's very disappointing.

- I'm sorry.
- No, you're not.

This is what you wanted, wasn't it?

Why would you be sorry?

Great changes cause great pain.

- Sacrifice is necessary.
- Sacrifice?

- Your own wife?
- My wife.

My son.

Myself, yes.

Much as I love you both,

we're nobodies.

She's not a nobody.
She's my fucking mum!

Zero hour approaches, Miss Dixon.

Steel yourself.

- History is in the making.
- Yes, sir.

I think I need a little privacy.

I'll be in the penthouse.

I'm not to be disturbed
under any circumstances.

Yes, sir.

Mmm.

Nothing better
than a plain digestive biscuit, eh? Hmm?

Keep your Jaffa cakes.

Hmm.

Is it quick, then?

This bomb of yours,
will it kill us quick, at least?

So I'm told.

That's something, anyway.

I know I betrayed you.

And I know you can't forgive me.

Did I say that?

I love you, don't I?

And you love me, don't you?

- Yes, I do.
- Well, then.

Of course I forgive you.

I don't.

I don't forgive you.

I wouldn't expect anything else, son.

You're a man of hard principles.

You take after me that way.

I am nothing like you.

No.

Hell, you're a better man than me,
that's for sure.

You have your mother's talent
for happiness.

I never got the hang of it.

Funny thing.

But when you gave me that gun,

I thought you were saving my life
because I'm your son.

Because you love me.

- I do.
- Bollocks!

I thought I was getting my dad back.

Alive.

But you fooled us good and proper,
didn't you?

You're dead.

You're just a corpse
pretending to be alive.

And you should have stayed
in your fucking grave!

Alfie!

I got that frame at Winston.

Ten shillings.

Ten shillings?

Never mind, Mother.

Hey.

Boys will be boys.

Sorry, Mum.

I was wrong.

And I'm sorry.

It's too bloody late for "sorry."

That's where you're wrong, son.

It's not too late.

What do you mean?

Stormcloud won't come from an airship.

It's already in London,
and I know where.

Where?

Do you, Martha, take Thomas
to be your lawful wedded husband?

Yes, I do.

And do you, Thomas, take Martha
to be your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

Then, by the powers vested in me
etcetera, etcetera,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Aziz here.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Pennyworth.

Where?

Damn it.

Yeah.

One, two, three.

Freeze! Hands up!

I'll shoot! Hands up!

Now, mate, listen.

There's a bomb in here, all right?
We're defusing a bomb.

Don't move! I'll shoot!

For fuck's sake, listen to him! A bomb...

- Don't think I won't!
- Fuck!

Come on, Johnny.

You're ready.

You're read... What the...

Surprise.

- Hello, John.
- Look...

- I don't...
- Shut it.

Smack him, Vikki.

Smack him!

- The gun's up there.
- What'd you leave it there for?

Fuck knows.

Fuck!

Fuck!

All right?

All right.

Can you defuse the thing?

I have no fucking idea.

Could you hold it?

This is for Lord Harwood.

Stop your whinging, duck.

This is just foreplay.

What's this?

Whatever you do...

don't press that button, please.

All right.

Why not?

I can't tell you.

You wouldn't understand.

Put it down, Bet.

He's being clever.

He wants you to press that button,
doesn't he?

Must be an alarm. Give it here. Come on.

Right. Alfie.

Just be ready.

Stop!

Steady on, Vikki.

We're all friends here.

I win.

Oh, fudge.

Too late.

What's it doing?

The reaction started.

In about one minute,
it'll reach critical mass and explode.

Fuck.

- How do we stop it?
- Not a problem.

We just close it
in a hermetically sealed steel box

and drop the box in the ocean.

Oh, well.

Sláinte mhath.

What happens if I swallow it?

I expect you will burst.

Fuck it. Worth a try. Here.

Stop.

And that's an order.

I'm the senior officer here.

If anyone's gonna play
at being a bloody hero, it's me.

Fair play.

I don't think that's going to help.

Chin-chin.

Boffins. What the fuck do they know?

Mad to the fucking last.
Give me that flask.

Lost comrades. We should be with them.

But not yet.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

- But we're still alive.
- Which is impossible, theoretically.

Boffins, eh?

Nobody move! Stay where you are!

Put your hands where we can see 'em.

Good God!

Don't worry, General.

All under control.

Stormcloud has been
neutralized, you madman.

Thank God for that.

Madam.

General Thursday,

Mr. Salt has been relieved
of his duties.

I am now in command of the Raven Union.

- You can take him away.
- Hmm.

- Yes, sir.
- Sir.

Get up.

Good riddance.

Well done, son.
I knew you'd save the day.

Let me go and tell your dad.
He'll be very relieved.

Good news.
Alfie defused the bomb or something.

Anyway, we're all safe.

Good.

Tell Alfie I'm very proud of him.

Well, you can tell him yourself.

Maybe I will.

Thank you for being sensible...
in the end.

Much appreciated.

I'm not being sensible.

I'm being sentimental.

About time.

I'd love a biscuit
if that ginger gannet has left any.

These are lovely.

I love you very much, my darling.

It's so good to see you again.

Makes everything worthwhile.

I should hope so.

I love you, too.

God knows why.

Some men go mad with fancy women
or giant train sets, but you?

No. You have to be special.

I can't understand it.

Must have been
some kind of enzyme reaction.

I dare say it was.

Lost comrades. Let's go.

What's that?

Watch yourself.

Go get the sergeant.

Step back, step back.

I wouldn't do that.

Time takes a cigarette

Puts it in your mouth

You pull on your finger

Then another finger, then cigarette

The wall-to-wall is calling
It lingers, then you forget

Oh, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide

You're too old to lose it

Too young to choose it

This is an emergency news report
from the English League.

Raven forces have breached

- the London siege line...
- Fuck!

And are moving forward
with tanks and artillery.

All able League soldiers and combatants
must rally to their assigned posts

to defend the city.

I repeat...

- Where do you think you're going?
- You heard that.

You're not a combatant,
and you're due in a week.

Exactly. That's seven whole days
and nights from now.

Martha, I love you,
but really, you can't.

Thomas, I love you, but really I...

What?

I guess I can't.

My water just broke.

Oh, uh... Right.

Well, excellent. That solves that.

Holy smokes. Let's...

Let's get you over to the couch,

and get your legs up,

and do some breathing.

Steady. Let's get your feet up.

Londoners, stand by.

Now remember some breathing, okay?

Do not adjust your picture.

The new Raven Alliance
has taken over all frequencies.

- Hi, London.
- Welcome to a bright new future.

The final battle is at hand.

General Thursday and Mrs. Gaunt
say that today's the day.

London is going to be free!

You sons of bitches!

Pretty sure it's best to stay calm.

Please, Londoners,
whilst the liberation work

- is in progress...
- Motherfuckers!

- Let's all of us stay safe...
- Fuck, fuckers!

And sensible and shelter at home.

I'm gonna call the midwife.

That's good advice, Keith.

And if you do see
a Union Liberator at work,

just give 'em a wave and a smile.
They're good lads.

- Can't get through!
- Fuck.

Easy.

Piece of cake.

Careful out there, pet.

He's through! He's found a way through!

Soldier, on your left!

- Grenade!
- Take cover!

- Fuck.
- Shoot her!

Hey, get back!

Got him! Die, League scum!

Push, Martha, push!

Bit more, bit more.

- Good girl. That's it.
- Good job. And breathe.

Turn fast right!

Quick, give it to me.

Fire!

What do we do?

Fucked if I know.

If those bloody reinforcements
don't come soon,

and lots of them, we're buggered.

One more time.

- I can see the head.
- You're okay.

Breathe with me, breathe with me.

- Well done. Well done.
- Good job, good job.

We're nearly there.

- You're okay.
- Keep pushing, Martha.

Push!

All right. Cover fire!

Fuck.

They're here.

Colonel fucking Pennyworth.
About bloody time.

Forgotten how to salute, have you?

Where's the reinforcements?

- This is it.
- Fire!

One lorry? Fucksake.

What's that gonna do?

- I expect we'll manage.
- How?

They think
we're already beaten, don't they?

That's 'cause we fucking are.

That's their first mistake.

Aye? And what's their second mistake?

They won't expect us to attack.

It's a girl.

Come on! Take 'em out!

It's a bread van.

Bread van?

Brothers and sisters,

now I think we should stroll over there
and give these dossers some stick.

- Who's up for it?
- Yes.

I can't hear you.
I said, who's up for it?

- Say it!
- Come on!

What is it? I can't see anything.

It's just a bread van.

Good luck.

Hey, make us a sandwich.

All right?

I feel like a bloody Christmas tree.

Nah. You look great.

Doesn't he?

Aye, aye.

Hmm.

Does anyone have a line of sight?

What you gonna do?

We'll try and get close.

Time's caught up with you

Change your empty rules

You join the other fools

Turn to something new

Now, it's killing you

Forward!

Yeah!