Pennyworth (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript
[music]
- There you go.
- Nice one.
Any trouble, Gully?
You know me.
I love a crisis.
Fucking have you, mate.
You're dead!
Shut it, Dobson!
Get this idiot out here now.
Always think well of me.
WOMAN: He was upset about
all that Raven Society logo.
- No surrender!
- He's not one of them.
Dad, don't do this.
God bless England!
His own son killed his father.
I can't even look at you without
thinking about what happened.
Now, the results
of the latest Stormcloud test.
[Man screaming in agony]
Stormcloud test,
that sounds intriguing.
Well, it is all
very speculative.
You know these baffles.
KATIE: You're crazy.
Stop moaning.
I won't hear such talk.
We must think positively.
If our special partner
is suffering
from some sort of... scandal,
then we would find a way
of showing him...gratitude.
Archbishop, partner.
CROWLEY: Prime Minister
of the English League.
Considered it done.
We got the money.
A new life.
America, boys.
Slainte va!
[screaming]
Mum?
Alfred. I've been kidnapped.
If you want to see me
alive again, come alone.
Freeze!
[Alarm going off]
They got my money.
You let them get away.
- What money is that?
- Ransom money.
They abducted my mum! What
the fuck are you doing here?
[Mortar shells falling]
[Bells ringing]
[People screaming
in the streets]
[Siren alarm sounding]
[Mortars whistling above]
[People screaming in panic]
[Strong wind]
[Dramatic music]
[footsteps]
[dramatic music]
COAL SELLER: Take cover, Mary!
COAL SELLER: Mary!
Mary!
[loud whistling sound]
- MAN: Mary!
- COAL SELLER: Take cover!
- [Big explosion]
- [People screaming]
Dad.
Morning, son.
You are alive.
Am I?
- I'm asking you.
- Do I look dead?
Buh...You don't look well.
You don't look
too good yourself.
I'm doing alright.
Don't lie to me, son.
I can tell something
is wrong.
Had a bit of a setback,
that's all.
Me and mum and the boys
are going to America.
But some bastard stole
our money.
- America?
- England's buggered.
Your Raven Society mob
are on top.
I've got no choice.
Oh, I see. Running away.
Abandoning the country you love.
Well, I have to say Alfie.
I'm surprised.
Surprised and disappointed.
I don't like running away.
But what do you want me to do?
Die for a lost cause?
[laugh]
MR. PENNYWORTH:
Ahhh [in pain]
Eh...[Sniff] Eh...
MR. PENNYWORTH: [Coughing]
Ahhhh [grunts]
So he still owes you money?
- I don't know. Do you know?
- What the fuck would I know?
Well, aren't you? Up there
looking down at all of us?
ALFIE: Seeing what everyone
is up to?
You think I'm sitting on a cloud
in a white nighty, do you?
Playing a midget harp?
Well... yeah.
Something like that.
That's a very childish notion
of death you got there, son.
Maybe I'm not even dead.
Did you see a body?
Maybe I'm in America
eating hamburgers on a beach.
- Are you?
- A minced meat sandwich?
Disgusting idea.
Nice to know who
stole your money.
Well, as a general rule,
it's nearly always
trusted colleagues
or friends or family
that bugger you.
MR. PENNYWORTH: As I found
to my own cost, eh?
That's not fair. I didn't--
[Explosion in the background]
[mysterious music]
Oh, fuck!
Of course!
Why didn't I see it?
[Sirens going off]
On the settee!
Mrs. PENNYWORTH: And be gentle!
GIRL [grunting]
Don't worry, love.
I'm going to help you.
WOODY:
You're gonna be all right.
MRS. PENNYWORTH: You are going
to be all right, my love.
MRS. PENNYWORTH:
You're going to be fine.
- What happened?
- Didn't you hear the mortars?
- Woody, first aid tin.
Bastards.
Third attack this week.
Yeah, I know. I'll have to fix
the bloody windows again.
- GIRL [moaning in discomfort]
- Is she all right?
Yeah! She's fine.
It looks worse than it is.
Good, Good. Listen.
I've, um--I've got--
- Put the kettle on, would you?
- Yes, mum,
and then I really have to run.
Thank you, Woody.
All right.
I have to clean this out.
- Shall I put a tea in a pot?
- Who wants a cuppa now?
It's for cleaning her wounds,
you silly sausage.
Miss Nightingale, kettle on.
Anything else you need?
No, no, we're alright.
You run along if you are busy.
- Sure?
- You'll just be in the way.
ALFIE: Right then.
Good luck, young lady.
See you later, mum. And remember
to loosen that tourniquet
every now and again.
- No, really? Be good.
- Yeah.
- [door slamming]
- There you go.
Woody, go and get that water,
a nice clean dish.
Keep it hygienic. Bring
a fresh towel, if we got one.
[People talking]
MAN: Scum.
[man laughing]
Oi!
Martha!
You are not talking
to me now?
No, actually, I am not.
ALFIE: Why?
What have I done to you?
John Salt?
That piece of shit Nazi
that you let go for money?
Yeah. Right.
I wouldn't do that.
I'm disappointed. I thought you
were a man of honour.
People disappoint you a lot,
don't they?
Perhaps your standards
are too high.
[saxophone music playing]
I saw your boyfriend at
the club.
Changing the subject
doesn't change the truth.
What boyfriend?
You got more than one?
Thomas Wayne.
He was with
that Satanist bloke.
What's his name? Crowley.
Really?
ALFIE: You didn't know
he was back.
I mean...
he was with Crowley?
Yeah. Funny, ain't it?
Anyway, be good.
[piano music]
And slow... exactly, yeah!
[piano music from the club]
Should we do the full round?
You want this, mate.
You want this one.
No, no. We'll look
somewhere else.
It's genuine, proper.
[piano music from the nightclub]
Alright, lads.
We're not buying.
You haven't seen what I got.
More carats than Sainsbury's.
Solid gold setting.
A ring like this'll get
the knickers off a nun.
Yours for a monkey.
Do you, Ken?
What happened to us, Ken?
Yeah, I heard. Fucking liberty.
What the fuck makes you think
we've got a twatting monkey
to spend on your shite there?
What the fuck?
- I'm only asking.
- Are you joking with me, pal?
Relax, brother.
Have you heard anything?
If I heard, I'd tell you
wouldn't I?
- DAVEBOY: Would you?
- I would.
- But you're the man
- that hears everything.
People say Ken the Spot
knows what's what.
People say that, right?
If there was talk,
I'd have heard it.
There's been no talk.
Tell the truth or die,
you Saxon dosser?
Who took our money?
I don't know.
I swear, I don't know.
At ease, Private MacDougal.
Wotcher Kenny.
What the fuck, lads?
- You try controlling him.
- No, brother.
I was just confirming
his veracity.
- Fuck's safe, Alfie.
- Yeah, I know, I know.
I'm sorry for the agro.
We need a moment as it goes.
No bother.
Got a lovely bit of tom,
if you're interested.
Fuck off, Kenny.
Regards to the missus.
- He would lie to us, you know.
- Course he would.
Shifty bastard.
But he wasn't.
ALFIE:
I think I know who done it,
and he's nobody Ken'd know.
- DAVEBOY: Well?
- I had a really strange dream.
Oh, fuck. Here we go.
Alright, never mind the dream.
But it made me think,
and I realized
the thief must be Gully Troy.
The captain?
Never.
He's SA fucking S.
He'd never rob a comrade.
No, it was him.
Or someone working for him.
You have any proof?
Isn't it always a close
friend that fucks you up?
Someone you trust?
That's not proof.
Alright, who's not
afraid of us?
Very few.
And Troy's one.
Who's got enough discipline
to stay under the radar?
And who knew we had all
that cash?
Only man I can think of
is Gully Troy.
True.
I can't see it.
He's a man of honor.
Proved himself a hundred times.
Maybe he's changed somehow.
BAZZA: Suppose he has.
BAZZA: We've no proof at all.
How do we find out for sure?
[intro music]
I'll ask him.
[music]
Good Lord.
We pray you will cleanse this
poor soul.
Cast Satan from his heart.
Let him find peace
in the arms of our savior
Jesus Christ.
CROWLEY: [crying]
Rise, old chap.
Thank you.
Oh, don't thank me.
You know who to thank.
CROWLEY: When I pray alone,
the devil torments me.
How does he torment you?
Temptations of the flesh,
Your Grace.
All the many temptations of
the flesh.
That's a sad mistake to credit
the devil with our sexuality.
Sex is a gift from God.
POTTER: A natural blessing,
like sunshine.
We must be doing it
differently.
Ha.
Would you speak
with some of my friends?
It would be wonderful
if they, too,
could hear
what you have to say.
Friends?
You'd call them
my fellow sex addicts.
Poor souls trapped
in a web of their own desires.
You can't imagine what they do
to feed their lust
for debasement.
Naked...
shameless
animal lust.
You simply can't imagine.
I'll talk with any soul who
wants to hear the gospel.
However sinful they may be.
Thank you.
You're a good man.
[dog barking]
[crows cawing]
[footsteps]
Hello.
ALFIE: I'm looking for
Mr. Gulliver Troy.
Who are you?
Pennyworth.
Alfred Pennyworth.
Mmm.
I've heard of you.
The famous Alfie.
Who are you?
I'm Mrs. Troy.
Oh.
Nice to meet you.
[footsteps walking away]
[ALFIE'S footsteps]
[horse race on TV]
Is he here?
No.
Do you know where he is?
Has something bad happened?
No. Just business.
Business.
You don't look like I expected
you to look.
No?
Gully loves you.
Says you're very clever and
hard as nails.
You look soft to me.
Like butter.
Do you know where he is?
MRS. TROY: What about me?
What about you?
Do I look like you expected?
No offense, Mrs. Troy.
I didn't know you existed.
Gully likes to keep me separate
from the squalid side
of his life.
I expect he'll be angry
that you came here.
Look, Mrs. Troy,
if you know where he is--
My name is Melanie.
Why are you carrying a gun?
- It's a war on.
- Mmm. So I hear.
I don't mean your husband
any harm
if that's what you're
worried about.
You? Do him harm?
As if you could.
MRS. TROY: Fuck!
[horse race on TV]
Second by a nose.
ALFIE: Bad luck.
Are you a betting man, Alfie?
Nah. If you're not in the know,
it's a mug's game.
He's at the garage.
MRS. TROY: 127 Barnett Road.
Thank you.
Don't tell him I told you.
I'm supposed to keep it
a secret.
Then why did you tell me?
Do you always do what
you're supposed to do?
Hum.
Nice to meet you,
Mrs. Troy.
[intriguing music]
[car door slamming]
You sure about this bloke?
I'm not sure
about anyone anymore,
but he was a good teacher.
[knock on door]
Good Lord. Katherine.
How lovely to see you.
What a nice surprise.
Hello, Mr. Furbank.
This is my friend Bet.
Nice to meet you Bet.
Any friend of Katherine's
and all that.
But please, call me Dorian.
I'll do.
Come in. Come in.
Well, welcome
to my humble abode.
To what do I owe the..?
We're, um--
We're on a jaunt.
A jaunt?
- What's wrong with a jaunt?
- Er, nothing at all.
We'll have some tea
if you're offering.
Er, certainly. I'll
put the kettle on.
This your stuff on the walls?
For my sins.
A lot of women
with no clothes on.
I find the human figure
endlessly fascinating.
I'll bet you do.
You're not much cop,
though, are you?
They're all wonky.
What's funny?
They're meant to be that way.
Tits on her. Two ferrets
in a plastic bag.
Forgive my asking.
you're not in some sort of
trouble, are you?
What makes you think we're
in trouble?
DORIAN: Uh, nothing. Just...
Nothing.
Kettle.
Artist, my foot.
Shh.
He's a perv.
[music plays on the radio]
Banjo!
You expecting any visitors?
[music plays on the radio]
[metal bangs]
[rifle loading]
Building your own tank?
BANJO: What's it to you to you?
ALFIE: No trouble, mates.
Alfie. What a nice surprise.
BANJO: What the fuck
is he doing here?
[metal banging]
[hammer hitting a surface]
I, er, I heard
about your misfortune.
I'm so sorry. You must
be gutted.
Fortunes of war.
I still have hopes we'll get
the money back.
Do you?
Good show.
How did you
track me down by the way?
Not hard.
People know you're here.
I suspect one of your lads
has been talking.
TROY: Huh.
ALFIE: You always used
to say a good soldier
gets straight to the point.
So that's what I'm going
to do, sir.
Sir, is it?
That doesn't bode well.
I think it might have been you
that took my money and
abducted my mum.
ALFIE: I'm not laughing.
That's why it's funny.
You knew I had cash.
Nobody else knew.
I expect one of your lads
has been talking.
You haven't denied anything yet.
Well, frankly,
I'm speechless, Alfie.
I can't believe we're even
having this conversation.
How could you possibly think
such a thing?
ALFIE: A good soldier is
ruthless.
I said that too.
Ruthless, yes.
But dishonorable.
Never dishonorable.
You haven't told me yes or no.
Look me in the eye, Alfie.
I swear to you
on my honor
that I did not take your
fucking money.
Alright then.
I'm glad to hear you say so.
I did abduct your mother,
but hey ho.
Yeah, fair play. Have a go.
But I had to ask.
Who else would have
the nerve to rob us?
Flattery now, is it?
I'd be angry if I didn't feel
so sorry for you.
The sawbones call
what you have paranoia.
You'd have it too
if you were me.
[pouring drink]
TROY: Alfie.
Good soldier.
[both] Has no pity for himself.
Exactly.
[people working in the workshop]
Never really knew what
you meant by that.
Not until the last couple
of years taught me.
No.
Before you start weeping
girlishly into my shoulder,
I have a proposition that might
solve some of your problems.
You can come and join us.
You'll have a wonderful time
and you'll make big money.
- I'm not a crook.
- Nor am I, son.
I'd like to think of myself
more as a...as a privateer.
Same business.
You break the law every week.
- What law?
- Exactly.
I'm ducking and diving.
Robbery is different.
It's robbery.
What? Sordid? Dishonorable?
Eh.
Come on, spit it out.
Well, yeah.
It is dishonorable.
TROY: Alfie.
Am I an honorable man?
- Yes. Of course you are.
- As are you.
So what we do is by definition
honorable.
I need your help.
I work with Bazza and Daveboy.
I'll hire them as well.
I've got two big jobs coming up.
You can come on board
as my left hand.
It'll be just like
the old days.
Well, that's the thing, Gully.
When I left the service,
I swore to myself
I'd be me own man,
captain of me own ship.
So far, I've kept my word.
Now, that I do understand.
Not very good at taking
orders myself.
Don't get me wrong.
There's nobody I'd rather
work for.
But I'd be working for you.
As you wish.
But the offer stands.
Good morning, Your Grace.
[young men and women chattering
and wheezing indistinguishable]
POTTER: Good God.
What on earth...?
Where am I?
CROWLEY: Surely you haven't
forgotten.
We had a wonderful evening.
An open and honest exchange,
as it were.
You're quite the tiger.
Isn't he a tiger,
boys and girls?
[young men and women
and giggling]
Now--Now, look here.
I don't know anything
about this.
Relax, old chap.
Consenting adults and all that.
You...You tricked me!
CROWLEY: Where's the trick?
You got what you wanted.
What you needed.
No, no, no,
I never wanted this.
Be honest, old chap.
If you didn't want this,
you wouldn't be here, would you?
I think a group photograph
is in order.
[young men and women
chattering and laughing]
POTTER [shouting nervously]
I didn't think
he had it in him, so to speak.
Good God. Poor chap.
Well, that's the end of him,
I suppose [laughing]
Now, the League have lost
two Prime Ministers.
Poor things will be in
complete disarray.
HARWOOD: I don't know.
The Church of England
is so liberal these days.
It might make him more popular.
There are limits, Jimmy,
even today.
I mean, vicars can
away with that sort of thing,
but archbishops must keep
their cocks in their cassocks.
[laughs hysterically]
Jimmy. You need a nap.
You look fagged out.
How long have you
been up working?
There's a war on, old girl.
These damn Northerners
still holding out.
They must be eating their own
children by now.
But yeah,
I could do with a little snore.
If you'll bear with me
a little longer, my lord,
these files need your attention
rather urgently.
They won't take long.
GAUNT: Really, Salt...
No, never mind.
Lead on, MacDuff.
Sir, there's a woman on the line
who's been calling every day
trying to reach you.
I wouldn't bother you,
but she's very persistent.
She says her name's
Bet Sykes.
She says she's a close personal
friend of yours.
For God sake. Bet Sykes.
Do not speak to that woman,
Jimmy. She's not the thing.
Don't be silly.
Put her through.
Charles, put her through,
please.
CHARLES: Putting
her through now.
- Bet?
- Your Lordship!
Thank fuck. I've been trying to
get hold of you for days.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
We're very busy here,
what with the war
and all of that.
How are you, my dear?
HARWOOD: How's Peggy?
Fuck off!
This is a private call.
Peggy is London working, so
I can't turn to her.
BET: I'm in a spot of bother.
I need your help.
What is it? Anything?
What's wrong?
I got into an argy bargy
with a bloke from work.
Long story short,
I killed him.
Bet, you are incorrigible.
Thank you. I like
to think so.
Any road, seeing as he was
a superior officer,
I thought I'd best leg it.
Now I've got rozzers chasing me
all over the fucking Midlands.
For God sake.
BET: I was hoping you might see
your way to sorting this out,
you being High Chancellor and
all that.
Bet, murdering
a superior officer,
I mean,
it's not the thing.
BET: I know, I know. I'm sorry.
But the bugger deserved it,
honestly.
Where are you?
I'm in a place called...
Fork Lane Farm, Little
Edlesbank, Northamptonshire.
Ok, you stay there.
I'll send some men to pick
you up and bring you here.
Lovely.
Be good to see you again.
Bet, this really is
the last time.
You must learn to control
your temper.
I know. I will.
Promise.
Thank you.
Much appreciated.
See you soon.
BET: [hanging up phone]
Sorted it.
Really? Truly?
I told you, didn't I?
Bet Sykes has got herself into
another dreadful scrape.
Go to this address
with your best man.
Pick her up
and bring her here.
Jimmy, do not bring
disorder acquaintance.
You have responsibilities.
I will make my own friends,
thank you, Francis.
If I may sir, I must agree
with Mrs. Gaunt.
I know you're fond
of Miss Sykes.
but she is something
of a liability--
[grunting]
A little unstable?
Thank you, Salt.
When I want your advice,
I shall ask for it.
Now, do as you're told.
At once sir. I'll come back
for the files.
[mysterious music]
Listen, Jimmy--
I like her company.
That's an end on it.
DORIAN: I'm glad we have this
moment alone together.
Tell me, are you alright?
I'm fine. I'm good.
I can't help notice
some sort of tension
between you and your friend.
No.
Is she your friend?
Of course she is.
Katherine, you can trust me
with the truth.
DORIAN: What's going on?
You don't want to get involved.
DORIAN: That woman has some
power over you.
Yes.
No.
KATIE: I don't know.
[thunder]
I'm scared of her, but...
She saved my life.
I think she wants to be friends.
DORIAN: She seems somewhat
eccentric.
Deranged perhaps.
She's not.
Maybe she is.
Maybe I am.
DORIAN: Katherine,
tell me what's going on--
[door slams]
That lavatory's a disgrace.
Single men, eh?
You live like animals.
What were you talking about?
We were talking
about art actually.
No, you weren't, you were
talking about me.
What did you tell him?
- Nothing.
Nothing?
You were holding hands
like sweethearts.
No, Bet.
It's not what you think.
Dorian was just being nice.
- Nice about what?
- I was just--
Quiet, you. It's her I'm--
DORIAN [screaming in panic]
Sorry, Pet.
This gun's new to me.
[whimpering]
MRS. PENNYWORTH
[humming a song]
I'm off to the club, mum.
ALFIE: Don't wait up.
Alright, sweetheart.
Be good.
You seem very cheerful.
Mustn't grumble.
Jackie's going to be alright,
so that's a blessing, isn't it?
Jackie?
On another planet you are.
The girl that was here?
Bleeding all over the place?
Oh, yeah. Nice one.
Dr. Patel said
I saved her life.
Did he?
Good job. I'm proud
of you, mum.
Yeah.
I'm proud of me, I know.
That's what I said to myself.
Sofa's buggered.
Nothing a bit of soap
and water won't fix.
It's good to see
you smiling again.
Nothing like a little blood and
guts to brighten the day, eh?
Maybe so.
I won't lie.
And I'm sorry for
your misfortune, but...
I'm happy you're not going
to America anymore.
Who says I'm not going?
Well, how you gonna go
without any money?
You missed a spot.
ALFIE: See you later.
Be good.
I wish you'd stop
telling me that.
I'll stop telling you that when
you stop needing to be told.
Bye.
Cheeky sod.
[jazz music from nightclub]
[jazz music nightclub]
Thank you, Sheri.
She's a gallus wee bird,
that Sheri, eh?
She's warming to me,
I can tell.
- What did Gully say?
- He denied it.
- Do you believe him?
- I want to.
He was convincing. I can't see
who else it could be.
Nobody else knew about
the money.
Uh-huh.
That's true, most likely.
Most likely.
It's interesting how memories
come back to you, isn't it?
ALFIE: Fuck's sake, Daveboy.
What memories?
Remember that first stack of
American money we got?
We were so happy.
BAZZA: Yes?
I took a hundred dollar bill.
I know it was wrong,
but it just looked so nice.
I folded it up little
and I keep it in my pocket.
so I take it out sometimes
and I look at.
Cheers me up. You know.
And I did that earlier.
And I was shocked.
Fuck's sake, Daveboy. What?
I kept that note as clean
as the day I nicked it.
And look at it now.
It's all dirty.
How the hell I thought.
Then I realized...
...those are beer stains.
I was in a booth with
some guys
talking about my ranch
in Montana
and they were laughing at me,
the cunts,
so I--I showed 'em that
to shut their gobs.
And there's plenty more where
that comes from I said--
Said to who, exactly?
That's what I don't remember.
Could've been
polar bears, Baz.
Fuck's sake, Daveboy.
At least I'm telling
the truth, eh?
BAZZA: Bravo.
Now we're back to square one.
Anyone could have known.
On the bright side,
I'm glad I wasn't there
when you accused Troy.
Wasn't pretty.
But he's alright, is he?
Not too offended?
Nah. Offered us jobs
with his team.
What did you say?
- He said no.
- DAVEBOY: Why?
They make good money, robbers.
DAVEBOY: He's a canny man,
that Troy.
He likes the edge too much
for my taste.
Plus, we are not robbers,
are we?
ALFIE: We're better than that.
If you say so.
WOMAN: Same againg lads?
- Yeah, thanks.
- Hi.
[drink pouring]
It's a nice piece of tom.
Thank you. Well, I like it.
Looks familiar.
Looks like the ring Kenny
the Spot showed us.
Yes, it does.
Five hundred pound ring that is.
No wonder you've no time for me.
Some bastard's been
pricing me out, eh?
Who gave you that then?
- An admirer.
- That's a lot of admiration.
Who is this admirer?
Vic. Vic Dobson.
For my birthday.
Vic...
Vic? Pikey Vic Dobson?
He's a good bloke.
What the fuck.
You've been turning me away
for a twat like that?
That's fucking embarrassing.
Dobson's never had tuppence.
Where'd he get five hundred
quid to buy a ring like that?
Aaaah.
DAVEBOY: Good question.
Why are you all looking
at me like that?
Look.
Quiet.
Bet, please, stop.
You're scaring me.
Relax, pet.
His Lordship's people will be
here soon,
and off we'll be away,
safe and sound.
You've got the wrong idea
about me.
One more word from you
and you'll be choking
on your own cock.
You ever seen someone choke
on their own cock?
I have.
KATIE: Bet.
He's done nothing wrong.
He's a friend.
A friend?
I'm beginning to wonder
about you.
I thought you were a good lass.
Maybe I were led astray.
You're all lies and deception
you are.
Artist?
But you can't even
fucking draw.
Actually, she's very gifted.
Shut it, wonky tits.
Fuck you know?
Draw something.
And it better be good
or I'll put holes in
Rolf Harris here.
Go on!
Draw.
I had a little sister once.
Gone now.
Poor lass could draw like
anybody's business.
You'd think it was
a photograph.
[police siren]
Oh. Here we go.
Told you he'd come through.
But it's the police.
What d'you expect?
Circus clowns?
DORIAN: Help!
There's a mad woman!
[rifles loading]
[dramatic music]
Head down.
You're all right.
[tower church bells and booms
going on]
[dramatic music]
[metal stool
shaking aggressively]
[robe getting tighter]
[dramatic music continues]
Poor soul.
The wretched man's left us
in an awful pickle, though.
Our Prime Minister gone
and in such a shameful fashion.
We look weak and ridiculous.
Potter was simply a hastily
elected Prime Minister.
He was well liked, sure,
but weak.
We have plenty of good
candidates
to elect in his place.
This must be Crowley's work.
This sort of thing is
his bread and butter.
THE QUEEN: That grubby little
Satanist chap? He wouldn't dare.
With Raven Union blessing,
he would.
This would have come from
the top.
How could Jimmy Harwood
sink so low?
Fucker.
[suspense music]
[door shutting]
MARINE: Ma'am.
Thank you.
Wow!
Fancy.
What a pleasant
unexpected surprise.
A surprise is always
unexpected, isn't it?
I got the impression you
were grumpy with me.
Sulking.
Me?
Why would I be sulking?
- Hmm.
When we last met, you held me
personally responsible
for American
foreign policy,
said some rather ugly
things, and marched out.
Hence sulking.
I apologize.
I know you're not to blame
for what you do.
You're just a tiny cog
in the machine.
I wouldn't say cog.
A lever maybe.
You can tell me the truth,
you know.
- What truth?
- I won't be mad.
Forgive me. I'm not following
your train of thought.
At first I said to myself...
...no.
No, not Thomas.
He's no saint,
but he'd never...
He'd never do something truly
low and evil.
Ok.
I know where this is going--
But then, then I thought,
why not?
Why wouldn't you?
You're just a cog, sorry...
...a lever.
You're not morally responsible.
So why wouldn't you help
Aleister fucking Crowley
drive a good man to suicide?
Martha, allow me
one moment to explain--
Tell me it's not true.
[suspense music]
Nobody wanted him dead.
You son of a bitch.
God.
[suspense music]
DAVEBOY: Look at that
shitehole.
Fucking shameful.
Us, robbed by a wee dosser
like Vic Dobson.
We'd best keep
this one quiet, eh?
Which is Dobson's caravan?
I don't know.
DAVEBOY: Of course you do.
I don't.
They all look the same.
Never mind. We'll manage.
BAZZA: Shouldn't we watch
a while?
Get the lay of the land?
It's Vic Dobson,
not the Waffen SS.
Still.
We shouldn't get complacent.
He's got our money.
Let's go get it back.
[music]
Sheri.
Vic needs waking.
Give him a shout.
What? No.
You're perfectly safe.
Now go on.
Vic!
Louder, love.
SHERI: Vic!
ALFIE: Louder!
SHERI: Vic!
ALFIE: Louder!
SHERI: Vic!
ALFIE: Louder!
SHERI: Vic!
DAVEBOY: Where the fuck
are you going, you cowards?
Stay here.
Fuck.
[both grunting]
[dramatic music]
[both yelling]
[dramatic music continues]
DOBSON [screaming in pain]
[dramatic music continues]
DOBSON [breathing heavily]
DOBSON [grunts]
ALFIE [grunting]
Don't do it, Vic.
DOBSON [grunts]
DOBSON [groaning in agony]
ALFIE [grunts]
Oh, my God, Vic.
It's alright, Shezza.
I'm fine.
The money.
Vic?
Where is he?
There.
Where the fuck is the cash?
ALFIE: What the fuck?
He had it a minute ago.
Shame about your car, Baz.
It's a nice moto.
DAVEBOY: Baz.
BAZZA [grunting]
Oh, fuck.
It doesn't look good, Baz.
No kidding.
ALFIE: Never say die.
Keep still.
I'll get an ambulance.
Alfie. Don't bother.
This is our ticket home
if ever I saw one.
I'm okay with it.
I'm surprised
I lasted this long.
Listen, boys.
You should do me one favor.
Don't give up.
You'll get to America
in the end.
This is just
a small step back.
Promise me you won't give up.
Promise.
I swear on my mother's grave.
I want to see you guys living
in the sunshine somewhere.
I want to see you
get fat, Alfie.
And rich...
...and bald.
And have a fat wife
and lots of fat babies.
Done, mate.
ALFIE: Come here.
Lie down. Hey, hey, hey.
You alright?
Very comfy, thanks.
Just asking.
Does the wife have to be fat?
Seriously.
These are my dying words, boys.
You have to do what I say.
Alright. Fair play.
Plum wife it is.
First daughter we have,
we'll name her Bazza.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
DAVEBOY:
Brother, what should I do, eh?
Anything you say, eh?
Within reason.
Two things.
Brush your teeth more often.
I can do that.
And tell Doris Day...
I said...
[dramatic music]
- There you go.
- Nice one.
Any trouble, Gully?
You know me.
I love a crisis.
Fucking have you, mate.
You're dead!
Shut it, Dobson!
Get this idiot out here now.
Always think well of me.
WOMAN: He was upset about
all that Raven Society logo.
- No surrender!
- He's not one of them.
Dad, don't do this.
God bless England!
His own son killed his father.
I can't even look at you without
thinking about what happened.
Now, the results
of the latest Stormcloud test.
[Man screaming in agony]
Stormcloud test,
that sounds intriguing.
Well, it is all
very speculative.
You know these baffles.
KATIE: You're crazy.
Stop moaning.
I won't hear such talk.
We must think positively.
If our special partner
is suffering
from some sort of... scandal,
then we would find a way
of showing him...gratitude.
Archbishop, partner.
CROWLEY: Prime Minister
of the English League.
Considered it done.
We got the money.
A new life.
America, boys.
Slainte va!
[screaming]
Mum?
Alfred. I've been kidnapped.
If you want to see me
alive again, come alone.
Freeze!
[Alarm going off]
They got my money.
You let them get away.
- What money is that?
- Ransom money.
They abducted my mum! What
the fuck are you doing here?
[Mortar shells falling]
[Bells ringing]
[People screaming
in the streets]
[Siren alarm sounding]
[Mortars whistling above]
[People screaming in panic]
[Strong wind]
[Dramatic music]
[footsteps]
[dramatic music]
COAL SELLER: Take cover, Mary!
COAL SELLER: Mary!
Mary!
[loud whistling sound]
- MAN: Mary!
- COAL SELLER: Take cover!
- [Big explosion]
- [People screaming]
Dad.
Morning, son.
You are alive.
Am I?
- I'm asking you.
- Do I look dead?
Buh...You don't look well.
You don't look
too good yourself.
I'm doing alright.
Don't lie to me, son.
I can tell something
is wrong.
Had a bit of a setback,
that's all.
Me and mum and the boys
are going to America.
But some bastard stole
our money.
- America?
- England's buggered.
Your Raven Society mob
are on top.
I've got no choice.
Oh, I see. Running away.
Abandoning the country you love.
Well, I have to say Alfie.
I'm surprised.
Surprised and disappointed.
I don't like running away.
But what do you want me to do?
Die for a lost cause?
[laugh]
MR. PENNYWORTH:
Ahhh [in pain]
Eh...[Sniff] Eh...
MR. PENNYWORTH: [Coughing]
Ahhhh [grunts]
So he still owes you money?
- I don't know. Do you know?
- What the fuck would I know?
Well, aren't you? Up there
looking down at all of us?
ALFIE: Seeing what everyone
is up to?
You think I'm sitting on a cloud
in a white nighty, do you?
Playing a midget harp?
Well... yeah.
Something like that.
That's a very childish notion
of death you got there, son.
Maybe I'm not even dead.
Did you see a body?
Maybe I'm in America
eating hamburgers on a beach.
- Are you?
- A minced meat sandwich?
Disgusting idea.
Nice to know who
stole your money.
Well, as a general rule,
it's nearly always
trusted colleagues
or friends or family
that bugger you.
MR. PENNYWORTH: As I found
to my own cost, eh?
That's not fair. I didn't--
[Explosion in the background]
[mysterious music]
Oh, fuck!
Of course!
Why didn't I see it?
[Sirens going off]
On the settee!
Mrs. PENNYWORTH: And be gentle!
GIRL [grunting]
Don't worry, love.
I'm going to help you.
WOODY:
You're gonna be all right.
MRS. PENNYWORTH: You are going
to be all right, my love.
MRS. PENNYWORTH:
You're going to be fine.
- What happened?
- Didn't you hear the mortars?
- Woody, first aid tin.
Bastards.
Third attack this week.
Yeah, I know. I'll have to fix
the bloody windows again.
- GIRL [moaning in discomfort]
- Is she all right?
Yeah! She's fine.
It looks worse than it is.
Good, Good. Listen.
I've, um--I've got--
- Put the kettle on, would you?
- Yes, mum,
and then I really have to run.
Thank you, Woody.
All right.
I have to clean this out.
- Shall I put a tea in a pot?
- Who wants a cuppa now?
It's for cleaning her wounds,
you silly sausage.
Miss Nightingale, kettle on.
Anything else you need?
No, no, we're alright.
You run along if you are busy.
- Sure?
- You'll just be in the way.
ALFIE: Right then.
Good luck, young lady.
See you later, mum. And remember
to loosen that tourniquet
every now and again.
- No, really? Be good.
- Yeah.
- [door slamming]
- There you go.
Woody, go and get that water,
a nice clean dish.
Keep it hygienic. Bring
a fresh towel, if we got one.
[People talking]
MAN: Scum.
[man laughing]
Oi!
Martha!
You are not talking
to me now?
No, actually, I am not.
ALFIE: Why?
What have I done to you?
John Salt?
That piece of shit Nazi
that you let go for money?
Yeah. Right.
I wouldn't do that.
I'm disappointed. I thought you
were a man of honour.
People disappoint you a lot,
don't they?
Perhaps your standards
are too high.
[saxophone music playing]
I saw your boyfriend at
the club.
Changing the subject
doesn't change the truth.
What boyfriend?
You got more than one?
Thomas Wayne.
He was with
that Satanist bloke.
What's his name? Crowley.
Really?
ALFIE: You didn't know
he was back.
I mean...
he was with Crowley?
Yeah. Funny, ain't it?
Anyway, be good.
[piano music]
And slow... exactly, yeah!
[piano music from the club]
Should we do the full round?
You want this, mate.
You want this one.
No, no. We'll look
somewhere else.
It's genuine, proper.
[piano music from the nightclub]
Alright, lads.
We're not buying.
You haven't seen what I got.
More carats than Sainsbury's.
Solid gold setting.
A ring like this'll get
the knickers off a nun.
Yours for a monkey.
Do you, Ken?
What happened to us, Ken?
Yeah, I heard. Fucking liberty.
What the fuck makes you think
we've got a twatting monkey
to spend on your shite there?
What the fuck?
- I'm only asking.
- Are you joking with me, pal?
Relax, brother.
Have you heard anything?
If I heard, I'd tell you
wouldn't I?
- DAVEBOY: Would you?
- I would.
- But you're the man
- that hears everything.
People say Ken the Spot
knows what's what.
People say that, right?
If there was talk,
I'd have heard it.
There's been no talk.
Tell the truth or die,
you Saxon dosser?
Who took our money?
I don't know.
I swear, I don't know.
At ease, Private MacDougal.
Wotcher Kenny.
What the fuck, lads?
- You try controlling him.
- No, brother.
I was just confirming
his veracity.
- Fuck's safe, Alfie.
- Yeah, I know, I know.
I'm sorry for the agro.
We need a moment as it goes.
No bother.
Got a lovely bit of tom,
if you're interested.
Fuck off, Kenny.
Regards to the missus.
- He would lie to us, you know.
- Course he would.
Shifty bastard.
But he wasn't.
ALFIE:
I think I know who done it,
and he's nobody Ken'd know.
- DAVEBOY: Well?
- I had a really strange dream.
Oh, fuck. Here we go.
Alright, never mind the dream.
But it made me think,
and I realized
the thief must be Gully Troy.
The captain?
Never.
He's SA fucking S.
He'd never rob a comrade.
No, it was him.
Or someone working for him.
You have any proof?
Isn't it always a close
friend that fucks you up?
Someone you trust?
That's not proof.
Alright, who's not
afraid of us?
Very few.
And Troy's one.
Who's got enough discipline
to stay under the radar?
And who knew we had all
that cash?
Only man I can think of
is Gully Troy.
True.
I can't see it.
He's a man of honor.
Proved himself a hundred times.
Maybe he's changed somehow.
BAZZA: Suppose he has.
BAZZA: We've no proof at all.
How do we find out for sure?
[intro music]
I'll ask him.
[music]
Good Lord.
We pray you will cleanse this
poor soul.
Cast Satan from his heart.
Let him find peace
in the arms of our savior
Jesus Christ.
CROWLEY: [crying]
Rise, old chap.
Thank you.
Oh, don't thank me.
You know who to thank.
CROWLEY: When I pray alone,
the devil torments me.
How does he torment you?
Temptations of the flesh,
Your Grace.
All the many temptations of
the flesh.
That's a sad mistake to credit
the devil with our sexuality.
Sex is a gift from God.
POTTER: A natural blessing,
like sunshine.
We must be doing it
differently.
Ha.
Would you speak
with some of my friends?
It would be wonderful
if they, too,
could hear
what you have to say.
Friends?
You'd call them
my fellow sex addicts.
Poor souls trapped
in a web of their own desires.
You can't imagine what they do
to feed their lust
for debasement.
Naked...
shameless
animal lust.
You simply can't imagine.
I'll talk with any soul who
wants to hear the gospel.
However sinful they may be.
Thank you.
You're a good man.
[dog barking]
[crows cawing]
[footsteps]
Hello.
ALFIE: I'm looking for
Mr. Gulliver Troy.
Who are you?
Pennyworth.
Alfred Pennyworth.
Mmm.
I've heard of you.
The famous Alfie.
Who are you?
I'm Mrs. Troy.
Oh.
Nice to meet you.
[footsteps walking away]
[ALFIE'S footsteps]
[horse race on TV]
Is he here?
No.
Do you know where he is?
Has something bad happened?
No. Just business.
Business.
You don't look like I expected
you to look.
No?
Gully loves you.
Says you're very clever and
hard as nails.
You look soft to me.
Like butter.
Do you know where he is?
MRS. TROY: What about me?
What about you?
Do I look like you expected?
No offense, Mrs. Troy.
I didn't know you existed.
Gully likes to keep me separate
from the squalid side
of his life.
I expect he'll be angry
that you came here.
Look, Mrs. Troy,
if you know where he is--
My name is Melanie.
Why are you carrying a gun?
- It's a war on.
- Mmm. So I hear.
I don't mean your husband
any harm
if that's what you're
worried about.
You? Do him harm?
As if you could.
MRS. TROY: Fuck!
[horse race on TV]
Second by a nose.
ALFIE: Bad luck.
Are you a betting man, Alfie?
Nah. If you're not in the know,
it's a mug's game.
He's at the garage.
MRS. TROY: 127 Barnett Road.
Thank you.
Don't tell him I told you.
I'm supposed to keep it
a secret.
Then why did you tell me?
Do you always do what
you're supposed to do?
Hum.
Nice to meet you,
Mrs. Troy.
[intriguing music]
[car door slamming]
You sure about this bloke?
I'm not sure
about anyone anymore,
but he was a good teacher.
[knock on door]
Good Lord. Katherine.
How lovely to see you.
What a nice surprise.
Hello, Mr. Furbank.
This is my friend Bet.
Nice to meet you Bet.
Any friend of Katherine's
and all that.
But please, call me Dorian.
I'll do.
Come in. Come in.
Well, welcome
to my humble abode.
To what do I owe the..?
We're, um--
We're on a jaunt.
A jaunt?
- What's wrong with a jaunt?
- Er, nothing at all.
We'll have some tea
if you're offering.
Er, certainly. I'll
put the kettle on.
This your stuff on the walls?
For my sins.
A lot of women
with no clothes on.
I find the human figure
endlessly fascinating.
I'll bet you do.
You're not much cop,
though, are you?
They're all wonky.
What's funny?
They're meant to be that way.
Tits on her. Two ferrets
in a plastic bag.
Forgive my asking.
you're not in some sort of
trouble, are you?
What makes you think we're
in trouble?
DORIAN: Uh, nothing. Just...
Nothing.
Kettle.
Artist, my foot.
Shh.
He's a perv.
[music plays on the radio]
Banjo!
You expecting any visitors?
[music plays on the radio]
[metal bangs]
[rifle loading]
Building your own tank?
BANJO: What's it to you to you?
ALFIE: No trouble, mates.
Alfie. What a nice surprise.
BANJO: What the fuck
is he doing here?
[metal banging]
[hammer hitting a surface]
I, er, I heard
about your misfortune.
I'm so sorry. You must
be gutted.
Fortunes of war.
I still have hopes we'll get
the money back.
Do you?
Good show.
How did you
track me down by the way?
Not hard.
People know you're here.
I suspect one of your lads
has been talking.
TROY: Huh.
ALFIE: You always used
to say a good soldier
gets straight to the point.
So that's what I'm going
to do, sir.
Sir, is it?
That doesn't bode well.
I think it might have been you
that took my money and
abducted my mum.
ALFIE: I'm not laughing.
That's why it's funny.
You knew I had cash.
Nobody else knew.
I expect one of your lads
has been talking.
You haven't denied anything yet.
Well, frankly,
I'm speechless, Alfie.
I can't believe we're even
having this conversation.
How could you possibly think
such a thing?
ALFIE: A good soldier is
ruthless.
I said that too.
Ruthless, yes.
But dishonorable.
Never dishonorable.
You haven't told me yes or no.
Look me in the eye, Alfie.
I swear to you
on my honor
that I did not take your
fucking money.
Alright then.
I'm glad to hear you say so.
I did abduct your mother,
but hey ho.
Yeah, fair play. Have a go.
But I had to ask.
Who else would have
the nerve to rob us?
Flattery now, is it?
I'd be angry if I didn't feel
so sorry for you.
The sawbones call
what you have paranoia.
You'd have it too
if you were me.
[pouring drink]
TROY: Alfie.
Good soldier.
[both] Has no pity for himself.
Exactly.
[people working in the workshop]
Never really knew what
you meant by that.
Not until the last couple
of years taught me.
No.
Before you start weeping
girlishly into my shoulder,
I have a proposition that might
solve some of your problems.
You can come and join us.
You'll have a wonderful time
and you'll make big money.
- I'm not a crook.
- Nor am I, son.
I'd like to think of myself
more as a...as a privateer.
Same business.
You break the law every week.
- What law?
- Exactly.
I'm ducking and diving.
Robbery is different.
It's robbery.
What? Sordid? Dishonorable?
Eh.
Come on, spit it out.
Well, yeah.
It is dishonorable.
TROY: Alfie.
Am I an honorable man?
- Yes. Of course you are.
- As are you.
So what we do is by definition
honorable.
I need your help.
I work with Bazza and Daveboy.
I'll hire them as well.
I've got two big jobs coming up.
You can come on board
as my left hand.
It'll be just like
the old days.
Well, that's the thing, Gully.
When I left the service,
I swore to myself
I'd be me own man,
captain of me own ship.
So far, I've kept my word.
Now, that I do understand.
Not very good at taking
orders myself.
Don't get me wrong.
There's nobody I'd rather
work for.
But I'd be working for you.
As you wish.
But the offer stands.
Good morning, Your Grace.
[young men and women chattering
and wheezing indistinguishable]
POTTER: Good God.
What on earth...?
Where am I?
CROWLEY: Surely you haven't
forgotten.
We had a wonderful evening.
An open and honest exchange,
as it were.
You're quite the tiger.
Isn't he a tiger,
boys and girls?
[young men and women
and giggling]
Now--Now, look here.
I don't know anything
about this.
Relax, old chap.
Consenting adults and all that.
You...You tricked me!
CROWLEY: Where's the trick?
You got what you wanted.
What you needed.
No, no, no,
I never wanted this.
Be honest, old chap.
If you didn't want this,
you wouldn't be here, would you?
I think a group photograph
is in order.
[young men and women
chattering and laughing]
POTTER [shouting nervously]
I didn't think
he had it in him, so to speak.
Good God. Poor chap.
Well, that's the end of him,
I suppose [laughing]
Now, the League have lost
two Prime Ministers.
Poor things will be in
complete disarray.
HARWOOD: I don't know.
The Church of England
is so liberal these days.
It might make him more popular.
There are limits, Jimmy,
even today.
I mean, vicars can
away with that sort of thing,
but archbishops must keep
their cocks in their cassocks.
[laughs hysterically]
Jimmy. You need a nap.
You look fagged out.
How long have you
been up working?
There's a war on, old girl.
These damn Northerners
still holding out.
They must be eating their own
children by now.
But yeah,
I could do with a little snore.
If you'll bear with me
a little longer, my lord,
these files need your attention
rather urgently.
They won't take long.
GAUNT: Really, Salt...
No, never mind.
Lead on, MacDuff.
Sir, there's a woman on the line
who's been calling every day
trying to reach you.
I wouldn't bother you,
but she's very persistent.
She says her name's
Bet Sykes.
She says she's a close personal
friend of yours.
For God sake. Bet Sykes.
Do not speak to that woman,
Jimmy. She's not the thing.
Don't be silly.
Put her through.
Charles, put her through,
please.
CHARLES: Putting
her through now.
- Bet?
- Your Lordship!
Thank fuck. I've been trying to
get hold of you for days.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
We're very busy here,
what with the war
and all of that.
How are you, my dear?
HARWOOD: How's Peggy?
Fuck off!
This is a private call.
Peggy is London working, so
I can't turn to her.
BET: I'm in a spot of bother.
I need your help.
What is it? Anything?
What's wrong?
I got into an argy bargy
with a bloke from work.
Long story short,
I killed him.
Bet, you are incorrigible.
Thank you. I like
to think so.
Any road, seeing as he was
a superior officer,
I thought I'd best leg it.
Now I've got rozzers chasing me
all over the fucking Midlands.
For God sake.
BET: I was hoping you might see
your way to sorting this out,
you being High Chancellor and
all that.
Bet, murdering
a superior officer,
I mean,
it's not the thing.
BET: I know, I know. I'm sorry.
But the bugger deserved it,
honestly.
Where are you?
I'm in a place called...
Fork Lane Farm, Little
Edlesbank, Northamptonshire.
Ok, you stay there.
I'll send some men to pick
you up and bring you here.
Lovely.
Be good to see you again.
Bet, this really is
the last time.
You must learn to control
your temper.
I know. I will.
Promise.
Thank you.
Much appreciated.
See you soon.
BET: [hanging up phone]
Sorted it.
Really? Truly?
I told you, didn't I?
Bet Sykes has got herself into
another dreadful scrape.
Go to this address
with your best man.
Pick her up
and bring her here.
Jimmy, do not bring
disorder acquaintance.
You have responsibilities.
I will make my own friends,
thank you, Francis.
If I may sir, I must agree
with Mrs. Gaunt.
I know you're fond
of Miss Sykes.
but she is something
of a liability--
[grunting]
A little unstable?
Thank you, Salt.
When I want your advice,
I shall ask for it.
Now, do as you're told.
At once sir. I'll come back
for the files.
[mysterious music]
Listen, Jimmy--
I like her company.
That's an end on it.
DORIAN: I'm glad we have this
moment alone together.
Tell me, are you alright?
I'm fine. I'm good.
I can't help notice
some sort of tension
between you and your friend.
No.
Is she your friend?
Of course she is.
Katherine, you can trust me
with the truth.
DORIAN: What's going on?
You don't want to get involved.
DORIAN: That woman has some
power over you.
Yes.
No.
KATIE: I don't know.
[thunder]
I'm scared of her, but...
She saved my life.
I think she wants to be friends.
DORIAN: She seems somewhat
eccentric.
Deranged perhaps.
She's not.
Maybe she is.
Maybe I am.
DORIAN: Katherine,
tell me what's going on--
[door slams]
That lavatory's a disgrace.
Single men, eh?
You live like animals.
What were you talking about?
We were talking
about art actually.
No, you weren't, you were
talking about me.
What did you tell him?
- Nothing.
Nothing?
You were holding hands
like sweethearts.
No, Bet.
It's not what you think.
Dorian was just being nice.
- Nice about what?
- I was just--
Quiet, you. It's her I'm--
DORIAN [screaming in panic]
Sorry, Pet.
This gun's new to me.
[whimpering]
MRS. PENNYWORTH
[humming a song]
I'm off to the club, mum.
ALFIE: Don't wait up.
Alright, sweetheart.
Be good.
You seem very cheerful.
Mustn't grumble.
Jackie's going to be alright,
so that's a blessing, isn't it?
Jackie?
On another planet you are.
The girl that was here?
Bleeding all over the place?
Oh, yeah. Nice one.
Dr. Patel said
I saved her life.
Did he?
Good job. I'm proud
of you, mum.
Yeah.
I'm proud of me, I know.
That's what I said to myself.
Sofa's buggered.
Nothing a bit of soap
and water won't fix.
It's good to see
you smiling again.
Nothing like a little blood and
guts to brighten the day, eh?
Maybe so.
I won't lie.
And I'm sorry for
your misfortune, but...
I'm happy you're not going
to America anymore.
Who says I'm not going?
Well, how you gonna go
without any money?
You missed a spot.
ALFIE: See you later.
Be good.
I wish you'd stop
telling me that.
I'll stop telling you that when
you stop needing to be told.
Bye.
Cheeky sod.
[jazz music from nightclub]
[jazz music nightclub]
Thank you, Sheri.
She's a gallus wee bird,
that Sheri, eh?
She's warming to me,
I can tell.
- What did Gully say?
- He denied it.
- Do you believe him?
- I want to.
He was convincing. I can't see
who else it could be.
Nobody else knew about
the money.
Uh-huh.
That's true, most likely.
Most likely.
It's interesting how memories
come back to you, isn't it?
ALFIE: Fuck's sake, Daveboy.
What memories?
Remember that first stack of
American money we got?
We were so happy.
BAZZA: Yes?
I took a hundred dollar bill.
I know it was wrong,
but it just looked so nice.
I folded it up little
and I keep it in my pocket.
so I take it out sometimes
and I look at.
Cheers me up. You know.
And I did that earlier.
And I was shocked.
Fuck's sake, Daveboy. What?
I kept that note as clean
as the day I nicked it.
And look at it now.
It's all dirty.
How the hell I thought.
Then I realized...
...those are beer stains.
I was in a booth with
some guys
talking about my ranch
in Montana
and they were laughing at me,
the cunts,
so I--I showed 'em that
to shut their gobs.
And there's plenty more where
that comes from I said--
Said to who, exactly?
That's what I don't remember.
Could've been
polar bears, Baz.
Fuck's sake, Daveboy.
At least I'm telling
the truth, eh?
BAZZA: Bravo.
Now we're back to square one.
Anyone could have known.
On the bright side,
I'm glad I wasn't there
when you accused Troy.
Wasn't pretty.
But he's alright, is he?
Not too offended?
Nah. Offered us jobs
with his team.
What did you say?
- He said no.
- DAVEBOY: Why?
They make good money, robbers.
DAVEBOY: He's a canny man,
that Troy.
He likes the edge too much
for my taste.
Plus, we are not robbers,
are we?
ALFIE: We're better than that.
If you say so.
WOMAN: Same againg lads?
- Yeah, thanks.
- Hi.
[drink pouring]
It's a nice piece of tom.
Thank you. Well, I like it.
Looks familiar.
Looks like the ring Kenny
the Spot showed us.
Yes, it does.
Five hundred pound ring that is.
No wonder you've no time for me.
Some bastard's been
pricing me out, eh?
Who gave you that then?
- An admirer.
- That's a lot of admiration.
Who is this admirer?
Vic. Vic Dobson.
For my birthday.
Vic...
Vic? Pikey Vic Dobson?
He's a good bloke.
What the fuck.
You've been turning me away
for a twat like that?
That's fucking embarrassing.
Dobson's never had tuppence.
Where'd he get five hundred
quid to buy a ring like that?
Aaaah.
DAVEBOY: Good question.
Why are you all looking
at me like that?
Look.
Quiet.
Bet, please, stop.
You're scaring me.
Relax, pet.
His Lordship's people will be
here soon,
and off we'll be away,
safe and sound.
You've got the wrong idea
about me.
One more word from you
and you'll be choking
on your own cock.
You ever seen someone choke
on their own cock?
I have.
KATIE: Bet.
He's done nothing wrong.
He's a friend.
A friend?
I'm beginning to wonder
about you.
I thought you were a good lass.
Maybe I were led astray.
You're all lies and deception
you are.
Artist?
But you can't even
fucking draw.
Actually, she's very gifted.
Shut it, wonky tits.
Fuck you know?
Draw something.
And it better be good
or I'll put holes in
Rolf Harris here.
Go on!
Draw.
I had a little sister once.
Gone now.
Poor lass could draw like
anybody's business.
You'd think it was
a photograph.
[police siren]
Oh. Here we go.
Told you he'd come through.
But it's the police.
What d'you expect?
Circus clowns?
DORIAN: Help!
There's a mad woman!
[rifles loading]
[dramatic music]
Head down.
You're all right.
[tower church bells and booms
going on]
[dramatic music]
[metal stool
shaking aggressively]
[robe getting tighter]
[dramatic music continues]
Poor soul.
The wretched man's left us
in an awful pickle, though.
Our Prime Minister gone
and in such a shameful fashion.
We look weak and ridiculous.
Potter was simply a hastily
elected Prime Minister.
He was well liked, sure,
but weak.
We have plenty of good
candidates
to elect in his place.
This must be Crowley's work.
This sort of thing is
his bread and butter.
THE QUEEN: That grubby little
Satanist chap? He wouldn't dare.
With Raven Union blessing,
he would.
This would have come from
the top.
How could Jimmy Harwood
sink so low?
Fucker.
[suspense music]
[door shutting]
MARINE: Ma'am.
Thank you.
Wow!
Fancy.
What a pleasant
unexpected surprise.
A surprise is always
unexpected, isn't it?
I got the impression you
were grumpy with me.
Sulking.
Me?
Why would I be sulking?
- Hmm.
When we last met, you held me
personally responsible
for American
foreign policy,
said some rather ugly
things, and marched out.
Hence sulking.
I apologize.
I know you're not to blame
for what you do.
You're just a tiny cog
in the machine.
I wouldn't say cog.
A lever maybe.
You can tell me the truth,
you know.
- What truth?
- I won't be mad.
Forgive me. I'm not following
your train of thought.
At first I said to myself...
...no.
No, not Thomas.
He's no saint,
but he'd never...
He'd never do something truly
low and evil.
Ok.
I know where this is going--
But then, then I thought,
why not?
Why wouldn't you?
You're just a cog, sorry...
...a lever.
You're not morally responsible.
So why wouldn't you help
Aleister fucking Crowley
drive a good man to suicide?
Martha, allow me
one moment to explain--
Tell me it's not true.
[suspense music]
Nobody wanted him dead.
You son of a bitch.
God.
[suspense music]
DAVEBOY: Look at that
shitehole.
Fucking shameful.
Us, robbed by a wee dosser
like Vic Dobson.
We'd best keep
this one quiet, eh?
Which is Dobson's caravan?
I don't know.
DAVEBOY: Of course you do.
I don't.
They all look the same.
Never mind. We'll manage.
BAZZA: Shouldn't we watch
a while?
Get the lay of the land?
It's Vic Dobson,
not the Waffen SS.
Still.
We shouldn't get complacent.
He's got our money.
Let's go get it back.
[music]
Sheri.
Vic needs waking.
Give him a shout.
What? No.
You're perfectly safe.
Now go on.
Vic!
Louder, love.
SHERI: Vic!
ALFIE: Louder!
SHERI: Vic!
ALFIE: Louder!
SHERI: Vic!
ALFIE: Louder!
SHERI: Vic!
DAVEBOY: Where the fuck
are you going, you cowards?
Stay here.
Fuck.
[both grunting]
[dramatic music]
[both yelling]
[dramatic music continues]
DOBSON [screaming in pain]
[dramatic music continues]
DOBSON [breathing heavily]
DOBSON [grunts]
ALFIE [grunting]
Don't do it, Vic.
DOBSON [grunts]
DOBSON [groaning in agony]
ALFIE [grunts]
Oh, my God, Vic.
It's alright, Shezza.
I'm fine.
The money.
Vic?
Where is he?
There.
Where the fuck is the cash?
ALFIE: What the fuck?
He had it a minute ago.
Shame about your car, Baz.
It's a nice moto.
DAVEBOY: Baz.
BAZZA [grunting]
Oh, fuck.
It doesn't look good, Baz.
No kidding.
ALFIE: Never say die.
Keep still.
I'll get an ambulance.
Alfie. Don't bother.
This is our ticket home
if ever I saw one.
I'm okay with it.
I'm surprised
I lasted this long.
Listen, boys.
You should do me one favor.
Don't give up.
You'll get to America
in the end.
This is just
a small step back.
Promise me you won't give up.
Promise.
I swear on my mother's grave.
I want to see you guys living
in the sunshine somewhere.
I want to see you
get fat, Alfie.
And rich...
...and bald.
And have a fat wife
and lots of fat babies.
Done, mate.
ALFIE: Come here.
Lie down. Hey, hey, hey.
You alright?
Very comfy, thanks.
Just asking.
Does the wife have to be fat?
Seriously.
These are my dying words, boys.
You have to do what I say.
Alright. Fair play.
Plum wife it is.
First daughter we have,
we'll name her Bazza.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
DAVEBOY:
Brother, what should I do, eh?
Anything you say, eh?
Within reason.
Two things.
Brush your teeth more often.
I can do that.
And tell Doris Day...
I said...
[dramatic music]