Pennyworth (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Episode #2.6 - full transcript
You once told me you could
get me on a plane to America.
Times have changed.
Everyone and his dog wants out.
- How much?
- Five grand a head.
Fuck.
We need to swallow our pride
and do one last job with Gully.
Gully's dangerous.
Mad as a hatter.
Who dares wins, eh?
Tell me it wasn't you who
robbed the wrestling and killed
- those people.
- Aah!
No, don't! Stop!
Things went wrong.
- Get out.
- This tragedy
is all the more reason
we have to get to America.
For the millionth time,
I am not going to America.
Least of all
with a murderous robber!
Our next candidate for prime
minister is Mr. John Ripper.
If you elect me
leader of the League,
we'll put the boots in
hard and heavy!
I would like to dismiss
Mr. Ripper's plan
on moral grounds.
Love, compassion...
The liberal virtues
are our greatest weapons,
and we shall win out in the end,
because humanity is with us!
I bring news from London.
The League have elected
a new prime minister.
Perhaps this Aziz chap
will be someone
we can do business with.
Do you speak for Harwood
and the Union or for yourself?
I speak for the good
of the English people.
How can I refuse such virtue?
Mrs. Gaunt held
a face-to-face meeting
with Prime Minister
Aziz yesterday.
I went to speak to him
on your behalf.
You broke my heart, Frances.
You broke my fucking heart.
I was trying to help you!
Yes, of course, Frances,
you're right, I'm crazy.
Ancillary technical staff,
Dr. Lucius Fox.
I'm not sure if you're brave
or stupid.
Both.
- Why are you here?
- Why do you think?
He hurt you,
so you want to hurt him.
Would you like me to leave?
No.
God, I hate polyester sheets.
They make everything sordid.
Light me one.
Friday.
I guess this is
hello and goodbye, then.
Probably, yeah.
Mm.
Next couple of days
will be well busy.
It's been fun.
Brief.
But fun.
Yeah.
Fun.
Wish things were different.
Do you?
I just said I did.
Do you like me, Alfie?
Well, I think I just
showed you I did.
No, I mean as a person.
As a person?
I hardly know you, madam.
Why do you like me, then?
You don't love me.
You don't have stupid dreams
about the happy life that
we're gonna have together.
Hmm.
The perfect woman.
Yeah, you might be.
How do you know...
that I don't love you?
Get out.
You don't, do you?
I wish I did.
I'd like to be in love
with somebody.
People in love
have a purpose in life.
But I'm not in love
and I've got a purpose.
What, America, you mean?
What's wrong with America?
Nothing.
I'd go myself if I could.
That's not a purpose, it's...
it's just a destination.
You could go.
If you wanted.
How?
Well...
I don't know.
Anything's possible.
Relax.
I'm not asking you.
I'm not asking you
for anything.
Good.
'Cause I'd find it hard
to say no.
Thirteen...
fourteen...
15,000.
That was fast.
You rob a bank?
That's three seats on your plane
plus the paperwork and bribes,
as agreed. Right?
Absolutely.
It's all there.
I'm impressed.
Didn't think
you could pull together
that amount of cash so fast.
Do you want to count it?
I figured you'd be short.
And I knew you wouldn't
take a loan, so, actually,
I had a quick job
lined up for you.
Payment in kind
kind of deal.
Help if you needed it.
But... never mind.
Not needed.
That's very considerate of you.
Anyhow, the job's still there
if you're interested.
It would fit your schedule
and it's good money.
I'm afraid
you're wasting your time.
I'm not ever coming
to work for you.
Not you or anyone else.
Anyway,
things to do before I go.
See you Friday.
Friday.
Prime Minister.
Good of you
- to see me.
- Good of you to come.
Martha.
Thomas.
Prime Minister...
I need your help.
- Go on.
- We have an agent
inside the Raven Union.
A top-ranking scientist
working on
the Stormcloud project.
The Union doesn't know
he's a CIA plant.
He's asked
to be pulled out ASAP...
Like, yesterday...
Without blowing his cover.
A League kidnapping
would be convincing.
What is Stormcloud exactly?
We're fairly sure it's some
new kind of chemical weapon,
but that's all we know.
That's all we know.
It's why we want
to speak to our guy ASAP.
We could retrieve
this scientist for you,
but why would we?
The CIA are backing the Union,
actively working for our defeat.
Well, your defeat's
a foregone conclusion.
The CIA likes to back winners.
Winners who'll
immediately declare war
on Scotland and Wales.
Winners who plan to
"take back the empire."
Winners who'll rule
by violence and fear.
Who doesn't rule
by violence and fear?
- That's...
- Restrain yourself, Martha.
Thomas is speaking
for his government.
I'm sure his personal feelings
are entirely honorable.
But I don't see
how this favor works.
Short of switching sides, what
can you do for us in return?
Well, if we can't do anything
for the League,
what can we do for you?
For you, personally, I mean.
At last.
I thought you'd never ask.
Go on.
You're close
to Aleister Crowley.
- Close?
- No.
Well, you speak to him.
When necessary.
Perhaps you can
pass along a message.
Warn him that John Ripper
plans to abduct and murder him.
I'd tell him myself,
but it's far more credible
coming from you.
If that's all you want, I...
I won't ask why.
That's all.
Done.
Our scientist is well-protected
by Union bodyguards.
You'll need good men
known by all
as League operatives.
Alfred Pennyworth
would be the best choice,
if he's willing.
I expect I can persuade him.
Thank you, sir.
Martha.
Thomas.
I'd like you to handle this one
if you would, Martha.
Of course, but I don't
understand what you're doing.
A favor for a powerful man.
And the rare chance for you to
speak to a Raven Union scientist
about this Stormcloud business.
I get all that.
What I don't underst...
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Are you all right?
Uh... yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine. Um...
What's the deal
with Ripper and Crowley?
I would have thought
that was obvious.
Ripper wants my job,
and I don't want him to have it.
That's the second time
you've been sick this morning.
I'm fine.
♪ Five-story fire
as you came. ♪
Hello, Sandra.
Hello, sweetheart.
There's no need to apologize.
I knew you wouldn't show up.
- What?
- Recording session?
Oh. Yeah. Sorry.
Uh, work.
Yeah, I know, I know.
You never change.
Do you want to hear
me new number?
We call 'em numbers
in show business, not songs.
- Don't know why.
- Yeah, maybe later.
Let's have a chat first.
Your face.
You'd think somebody had died.
It was only a recording session.
There'll be more, hopefully.
Nobody has died, have they?
- No, no. Nothing like that.
- Oh, thank God.
Feel like a right lemon.
What's wrong, then?
There's nothing wrong.
No, it's-it's
a good thing, really.
When all's said and done.
You know...
you know how I've always said
I'm no good for you, Sand?
Well...
I've always said that,
haven't I?
Yeah, it's the first thing
you ever said to me, I think.
It's a good thing
I don't listen to you.
But it's true, isn't it?
You know that.
Girl with prospects like you.
Prospects.
Well, show business and that.
Oh, right, that.
I'm leaving, Sandra.
I'm going to America.
Soon as I can arrange it.
America.
You mean without me?
Well, I'd take you, but...
you know, I need
to be ducking and diving.
It wouldn't be fair on you.
Um...
I thought...
I love you.
I love you, too.
In my way.
Don't cry.
Don't tell me what to do.
I can cry if I like.
Yeah. Sorry.
Oh.
What's that?
That's an apology.
I suppose.
For messing you about.
Money.
I have to go.
I don't know what else to do.
I have to leave.
I'm sorry, Sandra.
Yeah. So you keep saying.
That's all right. I understand.
You have to go.
Thank you
for telling me the truth.
- That's very considerate of you.
- Sandra, I...
Some blokes would have just left
without saying anything.
I'd have been ever so worried
if you'd done that,
not knowing
where you'd gone, so...
that's good.
I really hope you have
a very happy life.
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Season 02 Episode 06
Episode Title: "The Rose and Thorn"
Aired on: March 14, 2021
Evans?
- Sir?
- Pop a stamp on that
and put it in the post,
would you?
Ah.
Ah.
Dispatches from
General Thursday, sir.
Thank you.
Sir, might I speak freely?
Of course, Lieutenant.
Regarding Mrs. Gaunt...
Yes?
Frances Gaunt would never
be disloyal or treacherous.
A mistake has been made.
Has it?
Go on.
The Gaunt family and mine
are from the same part
of the country.
Known 'em well for...
...500 years.
My sister's married
to her cousin.
Good, solid people.
A Gaunt would never be involved
in skullduggery of any sort.
500 years.
I expect
you must know best, then.
I do.
And I'll need your help
explaining to Lord Harwood
that Frances Gaunt is innocent.
My help?
How could I help?
Don't be obtuse.
You have Harwood's ear.
Bend it a little.
Once you've prepared
the ground,
I'll go to His Lordship
and explain man-to-man
how he's been misled.
I see.
Simple as that.
I'd be happy to help,
of course.
But...
what's in it for you?
My good opinion of you.
I should think
that's worth something.
Indeed.
You are
a very promising young man.
Everyone says so.
Hands where we can see 'em!
Clear!
All clear!
Hello, Your Majesty.
Aziz.
Alfie.
Don't look so scared.
Oh, I'm not scared.
Just surprised.
You've been avoiding me.
Uh, yeah. Sorry about that.
I've been very busy.
I could have you hung
for disrespect.
Steady on.
It's not you. It's me.
Not good enough for you, am I?
No, you're not.
Obviously.
Chalk and...
well, cheese, isn't it?
Oh, do relax.
I'm taking the piss.
We're here to talk business.
Oh.
Well.
We have a job for you.
Thanks for thinking of me
and all that,
but I'm not
in that business anymore.
I'm leaving London.
I know. America.
I'm very envious.
Fuck's sake, does every bastard
know my plans?
The job we have in mind
won't take long.
It's a simple extraction.
Every job's simple
until it isn't. No, thanks.
I do understand
your reservations,
but I'm afraid I must insist.
It's a matter of state security.
Most important.
We'll pay you very well.
I don't need your money.
Well, then we
won't pay you with money.
We'll pay you with silence.
What's that mean?
Well, do you really need
or want me to explain?
Yeah. I do.
Talk straight.
You're meeting privately
with another man's wife.
Who told you that?
Someone's been mugging you off.
Amazing.
He lies with such conviction.
And to be fair, Your Majesty,
perhaps yet again
we have been misinformed.
- Mm.
- But it doesn't really matter,
does it, now?
Once revealed,
that sort of story
takes on a life of its own.
I gather the relevant husband
is a man of strong feelings.
You think you can scare me
into working for you?
No, no, no, of course not.
No, no, no.
I think you're a gentleman.
I think you'll protect the honor
of a woman at all costs.
This is a new low.
I'm suitably ashamed.
Martha Kane will be in touch.
Alfie, no hard feelings.
I wish you every happiness.
Same.
Hello?
It's me.
- If he's there, just say yes.
- Yes.
All right. I'm your hairdresser
changing an appointment.
Okay.
Someone's grassed us up.
Has he been acting strange
at all?
No.
He might know.
Is there somewhere you can go?
No, that's okay. Friday's fine.
Don't take the chance.
Get out of there.
Anyway,
thank you for letting me know.
- That was my hairdresser.
- Ah.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
You look pale as a ghost.
Yes, well,
you are red as a lobster.
What a fine pair we make, eh?
Hmm.
Here.
What's he gonna do to you?
Who?
Your hairdresser.
Oh.
I-I hadn't thought.
Mm. Well...
well, don't, uh,
don't let him ruin you.
No, I shan't.
'Cause I like you
just the way you are.
♪ I've got a spell on you ♪
♪ Because you're mine ♪
♪ You better stop the things
that you do ♪
♪ I ain't lyin' ♪
♪ You know I ain't lyin' ♪
♪ I just can't stand it, babe ♪
♪ For you're always
runnin' around ♪
♪ I just can't stand it... ♪
- Morning, Aleister.
- John!
How strange.
I was just thinking of you.
Really?
What were you thinking?
Happy thoughts.
Get in.
We need to have a chat.
I was just taking Atilla
to the park.
Why don't you walk with us?
Get in the car.
♪ I put a spell on you... ♪
If you insist.
♪ Because you're mine ♪
♪ You better stop
the things that you do ♪
♪ Lord knows I ain't lyin' ♪
♪ Said I ain't lyin'... ♪
Lovely to see you.
Dear me.
That was unnecessary.
What the fuck is this?
I don't know. What is it?
Do you think you can scare me
with all your Satanist bollocks?
- Listen, John, I...
- Pentangles, I ask you.
I've buried hundreds
of Satanists.
And not one of them's
done anything
except rot in their grave.
You're just blood and guts
like everybody else.
And you have
the fucking temerity
to threaten me
with all
your black magic nonsense?
I'm John fucking Ripper!
And I eat men like you...
for a snack.
As a bit of light...
Dear me.
Driver?
What's the matter with...
- Wake up!
- Oh, fuck!
Hey.
What, is that us off to America?
Huh?
- I'll get my last pint, then.
- Not yet.
Soon. Couple of last-minute
bumps to handle.
So why'd you wake me up?
I need you, Daveboy.
One more job for Aziz
before we go.
How did he manage that?
What's he got on you?
You don't need to come along
if you don't want to.
That bad, eh?
Yeah.
So tell us.
You don't need to know.
No, you're right, I don't.
I can't tell you everything.
There's a lady involved.
Mrs. Troy.
No.
Yeah.
Hang on, how the fuck
do you know that?
Ah, Christ, man,
half the club knows.
And I can read as well
as the next man, and she
has got trouble written across
her forehead in red paint.
- No, she's not like she seems.
- Aye.
Aye, no doubt.
You fucking suicidal
lunatic that you are.
The wife of Gully Troy?
The fucking wife
- of fucking Gully Troy?
- I know, I know.
Do you recall what he did
to those prisoners
in What-the-fuck-istan?
Three days and nights they were
screaming like Cutty Sark.
I remember.
I hope you love the woman,
at least.
Oh!
You poor
quimstruck bastard, you.
You know, I wish Bazza was here.
He'd know what to say to you.
Yeah, well, Bazza's not here,
is he?
So...
what's the job, then?
So how are you guys?
Truly.
Swings and roundabouts.
I'm sorry about Bazza.
That's show business.
You don't need to put on
a callous facade with me.
I know how wounded
you must feel.
Both of you.
I'm all right.
- Me, too.
- Really?
I'd be racked by grief.
And anger.
And guilt.
Well, that's you, isn't it?
I'm all right.
You look terrible.
Thanks.
You look lovely, by the way.
Blooming.
I told you she'd start.
Straight for the throat.
Like a fucking cobra.
That's not fair.
I care for you guys,
and I can see that you're both
torturing yourselves over Bazza.
And you shouldn't.
Steady on, duchess.
It's bad luck to talk
about lost comrades
when you're on a job.
Very bad luck.
Might as well fuck an albatross.
Sorry.
But you should just try
to forgive yourselves.
That's all I'm saying.
Fuck.
Don't worry.
We'll do this nice and quiet.
Those blokes don't want trouble
any more than we do.
You think?
Okay, ma'am, now,
this is important.
You must place the cheese
on the patty
while it's in the pan,
and you must
let it melt properly.
Then and only then
do you put the patty
on the toastedbun
and only then do you apply
the lettuce and the tomato
and the onion.
Are we clear?
We'll see.
"We'll see." Okay.
Hi. Excuse me, sorry.
I heard your accent.
Are you American?
Yes.
Yes, I-I am.
Oh, my God. Me, too.
That's so weird.
I don't know what's weird
about shared nationality.
Tell me, do you know
where I can get an acceptable
cheeseburger in this country?
Move along, love.
Excuse me?
Move along.
I asked her
a pertinent question.
We've been over this, sir.
No unauthorized communication.
Oh, gee. What are you,
like, um,
a criminal or something?
Or something.
Hello.
I'm Alfie.
Who are you?
Walsh.
Walsh. What regiment?
Before all this nonsense.
♪ Love me, too, fool... ♪
Paras.
- Hmm.
- You?
Catering Corps.
♪ Like you hurt me... ♪
Now, we have to take
this gentleman with us,
and I was hoping
to do that nice and easy.
No fuss.
SAS, is it?
There's three of you,
three of us.
More outside.
All Paras, as it happens.
Any cunt can fall
out of an airplane.
Yeah.
Show a gun, see what occurs.
Ma'am? Ma'am,
there's about to be violence.
- You need to leave. No.
- But I just ordered.
You need to leave now.
- Folks, listen...
- Sir, shut it.
Walsh, I'm trying
to avoid trouble.
Fuck off, then.
I wish I could.
Think about your family.
You got family, haven't you?
♪ That hurt me... ♪
None to speak of.
♪ Untrue... ♪
None?
No.
It saves money at Christmas.
Hmm.
♪ Knowing I love you so ♪
♪ Anyone who had a heart
would take me in his arms ♪
♪ And love me, too, fool ♪
♪ Couldn't be another heart ♪
♪ That hurt me
like you hurt me... ♪
- Any damage?
- I'm okay.
Daveboy?
Meh. Just a scratch.
Hey.
Professor Fox? We have to go.
No kidding.
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Oh, shit.
Um, uh,
I'm sorry about all this.
Long live the League!
- Clear.
- You can sit up now, Professor.
Fuck!
Why'd he do that?
I tried to reason with the man.
- Paras. Fuck 'em.
- Was that
seriously the best plan
you could come up with?
Come on, now.
We didn't have time
to come up with a clever plan.
We were told
you needed to be rescued ASAP.
I'm Martha Kane.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you. Lucius Fox.
So, why'd you need
to get out so fast anyhow?
- All kinds of reasons.
- Oh.
You must be
a pretty important guy, huh?
No. Not at all.
Huh.
So, you're a scientist?
F-Forgive me,
what did you say your name was?
Martha Kane.
- Miss Kane?
- Mm-hmm.
I'd dearly love to tell you
what I know.
But I'm bound
by oaths of secrecy,
so please understand
pumping me for information
would be a sad waste
of your time.
Abducted?
How the devil did your people
let this happen?
The League agents were led
by that ex-SAS chap Pennyworth.
Took out five guards.
Him again.
I'm beginning to dislike
that chap.
On the bright side,
Professor Fox
was a backroom boy.
Not a crucial part
of the operational staff.
Well, that's all well and good,
but the League will know
all about Stormcloud now.
Perhaps that's a blessing.
After all, what good
is Stormcloud as a threat
if the League doesn't believe it
to be genuine?
Oh, they'll believe it.
When they're all choking
to bloody death,
they'll believe it.
Your lordship is being
humorous, of course.
We're not gonna actually
deploy the wretched thing.
It's leverage. No more.
Yes, yes. Humor. Humor.
Wishful thinking.
Stormcloud is leverage,
merely leverage.
As long as we understand
each other.
Your pills, sir.
These new?
No, sir. The same medication.
Different color.
He's a bit soft
for a soldier, isn't he?
Like sponge cake, sir.
You're a good fellow, Salt.
I'm gonna need a new
deputy chancellor
to replace Gaunt.
I think I'll appoint you.
Me, sir?
I'm deeply honored, sir, but...
But what?
Honestly, I'm not worthy
of such a high position.
A simple commoner like myself.
The staff would look down on me.
Your manner
is somewhat plebeian, I suppose.
Indeed, sir.
Your advisor should be
a person of natural rank.
Me, I'd cut a sad figure.
Ah, well,
there's your answer, then.
I shall give you a knighthood.
What's wrong with a knighthood?
I'm a simple North Country lad.
It'd take more
than a knighthood to elevate
- the likes of me.
- Well, a baronet, then.
Is that elevated enough
for you, hmm?
- Dixon.
- Yes, sir.
I don't know what to say.
Fetch the Duke of Windermere
away from his cocktail cabinet
and have him make Salt here
a baronet
as soon as is applicable.
There you are, sir.
You're a toff now. Well done.
I'm deeply conscious
of the honor, sir.
But? What else?
I don't want to speak
out of turn, sir.
But given my new role...
Well, talk, man. Talk.
Seems Gaunt
still has friends among us.
Friends that still support her.
Pushing quietly
to have her pardoned
and brought back to power.
Traitors, then. Who?
I don't know.
Whoever they are, they move
in higher circles than I do.
I just hear rumors.
Perhaps it's not true.
No, no, no, I-I...
I believe you.
I suspected it.
Treachery is-is contagious,
and she would never
have dared act alone.
Some wretch has corrupted her.
And you, you-you must find out
who they are,
these-these friends of Gaunt.
Mm. Above my pay grade,
as they say, sir.
Mm.
I'm no detective,
but I suspect
they'll reveal themselves.
Well, h-how?
Gaunt can't be saved
without your permission.
These traitors
will have to come to you
- and argue for her release.
- That's true.
Whoever comes to you,
however reasonable they seem,
however loyal,
that's your traitor.
Professor Fox.
Welcome home. Thomas Wayne.
Mr. Wayne.
Thank you for your assistance.
Oh, you're very welcome, sir.
At your service.
Well, goodbye, Professor Fox.
I just know you and this one...
you're gonna get along
like a house on fire.
Goodbye, Miss Kane.
I'm very happy
to meet you at last.
Heard great things about you.
I've heard very little
about you.
Rich kid.
New promotion.
Well, that's, uh...
That's me in a nutshell.
Interesting woman, Martha Kane.
Why do you think so?
Just strikes me that way.
Mm. You know, she's a character.
You two are ex-lovers,
I suppose.
- That's a very odd question.
- It wasn't a question.
Observation.
It's that obvious, huh?
What have you got for us,
Professor?
Film...
of the last Stormcloud trials.
The new version is at least
five times more powerful
than projected.
They could kill
the entire population of London
with a device
the size of a cigarette lighter.
The active agent
attacks the limbic system.
Victims die of terror.
Literally.
Ready for deployment
by next week.
That is bad news.
The president needs to step in.
Harwood needs to know
if he deploys Stormcloud,
America will squash him
like a june bug.
Deployment of Stormcloud would
be the worst atrocity committed
since World War II.
We're talking
about hundreds
of thousands dead.
Well,
that's a worst-case scenario.
Unbalanced Harwood may be,
but he can't pull the trigger
without the support
of the Army general staff.
And they'd never agree
to such madness.
All we can do right now
is pass along the intel
with a big red flag on it.
A red flag?
We supply the data,
and Washington
makes the decision.
And they'll do the right thing.
America won't stand still
for a mass murder.
I saw Stormcloud.
I helped test it.
I saw people dying in agony,
and I had to stand there
and do nothing
with a goddamn clipboard
in my hand.
If...
If our government doesn't act...
I damn sure will.
And what will you do?
You're CIA station chief.
What will youdo?
Hello?
Hello?
Crowley?
Crowley!
I'm not scared!
You drugged me!
Well done!
You're just making it worse
for yourself when I catch you.
Do you hear me?!
- Crowley!
- John.
John...
What? What the...?
Oh, my God.
Mr. Ripper?
Mr. Ripper.
Mr. Ripper, what's the meaning
of this behavior?
What's wrong with him?
Dear me, I don't know.
Help me.
He's had some kind
of nervous breakdown.
Perhaps we should call a doctor.
Yes.
He's been under a lot of stress.
A long rest in Bedlam will do
him a power of good, poor chap.
Why? Why is this happening?
It was me, old friend.
I did this to you.
No! No! No! No, no!
Another day,
another fucking massacre.
I need a drink.
Juice? Whiskey, please.
Coming up.
I tried, didn't I?
I tried to do things peaceful.
Well, I hope America's
worth all this shite.
How many people have died
to get us there?
- Mm.
- I want a word with you.
All right, Sid.
Look, I know Sandra's upset.
Don't you even mention her name.
My Sandra's too good
for a dosser like you.
Yes, she is, yeah.
She hasn't stopped crying.
- Look, I'm sorry. I am.
- Yeah.
Full of remorse, ain't ya?
Real gentleman you are.
Why don't you sod off
to America, you cunt?
Good riddance.
You had that coming.
- Fuck off, Daveboy.
- Fuck off, yourself.
I'm sick and bloody tired
of everyone blaming me
for everything, all right?
I'm just trying to make
something of myself, that's all.
Oh, aye, well,
you've made something
of yourself, that's for sure.
- Shut it!
- Oh, aye?
Or else what, eh? Hey?
Fuck off and get drunk.
Leave me alone.
Aye.
- Fucking move.
- Oh!
Bad day, was it?
Had worse.
Where's your hanky?
Ain't got one.
How many times
have I told you?
Always have
a clean hanky with you.
Not like that.
You'll make the bleeding worse.
Remember your first bloody nose?
Marjorie Pimm,
the milkie's daughter.
You tried to kiss her.
Gave me a right kicking.
You've not been far
from trouble ever since.
I've tried.
You've tried,
but not hard enough.
There's something
about trouble that you like.
I'm sorry, Mum, for everything.
Oh, I know you are.
That's my only consolation.
I know you're ashamed
of yourself.
I don't know what to do
with you anymore.
Mum...
Shh.
Your dad would like me
to look after you,
keep you out of mischief.
How can I do that if
you're thousands of miles away?
I can't.
You can't.
So... I will come with you
to bloody America,
on one condition.
What's that, then?
No guns, no violence,
and you'll give me
some grandchildren.
That's three conditions.
And we can't live anywhere
near their bears or wolves.
Or snakes.
Promise.
All right, then.
♪ The look of love ♪
♪ Is in your eyes ♪
♪ A look ♪
♪ Your smile can't disguise... ♪
Hi, Martha.
How was your day?
Shitty.
What the fuck are you doing?
Art.
I said you could stay over.
I didn't say
you could paint naked men.
Didn't say I couldn't.
Whatever.
So what have you been doing?
I have been...
watching people die.
Bummer.
Yeah.
Hi, Martha. Please call me
as soon as you get this message.
It's very important. Call me.
Like hell I will.
Sweetheart,
will you fuck off, please?
So...
♪ That time... ♪
You haven't told him?
Told him what?
That you're pregnant.
♪ Be mine tonight... ♪
How do you know?
You have that... special glow.
Fuck off. How do you know?
♪ So many nights like this... ♪
You're farting all the time,
and your tits are magnificent.
Fuck.
So you haven't told him?
No, not yet.
Don't blame you.
He will freak the fuck out.
Thanks a lot. I know.
That's why I haven't told him.
So, um...
do you want to know
if it's a boy or a girl?
No, I don't.
Please yourself.
♪ Don't ever go ♪
- Have you got that, Dixon?
- Yes, sir.
- Right, well, run along.
- Sir.
Good evening, sir.
Dispatches
from General Thursday.
Oh. I understand
congratulations are in order.
Sir John.
Thank you so much.
I am deeply humbled
by the honor done me.
Sir, might I have a moment
of your time?
Carry on.
Regarding Mrs. Gaunt...
I've made enquiries, sir.
Enquiries? Jolly good.
Everyone I spoke to believes
she's innocent
of the charges against her.
Oh, do they?
Interesting, Sir John?
Indeed.
Well, go on.
I suspect
she was framed somehow.
A cunning plot was devised
to deceive you and ruin her.
To what end?
With her gone,
I imagine it was thought
you'd be more isolated, alone.
She was your closest advisor,
was she not?
An old friend.
She was.
Who better
to take from you, sir?
What greater loss
could you suffer?
Who sent you?
Nobody, sir.
I came of my own accord.
Nonsense. You're not the leader
of this conspiracy.
A little pipsqueak like you.
You're working
for somebody else.
Conspiracy, sir?
I don't follow you.
Don't you take me
for a fool, boy.
Hmm? Who sent you?
- You tell me.
- Your Lordship.
Shut up, Dixon!
Are you part of this, too?
I think we are
at cross-purposes, sir.
I am here solely
to defend the honor...
You tell me the truth, boy!
With all respect,
I resent this treatment!
You treacherous dog.
You heard him!
He admitted it!
He's a bloody traitor.
He's a traitor!
He's dead.
What the hell?
What happened here?
The man's a traitor.
Are you mad?
What have you done?
He confessed it.
We all heard him.
Nonsense. Greaves was
the best man on my staff.
I see. I see it all.
It's you.
You're the snake!
You're the traitor!
It's you!
Guards?
Guards!
Take Lord Harwood away
and confine him to his quarters.
No. No.
No. No...
No.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Please.
No, not me.
I can't. I can't.
get me on a plane to America.
Times have changed.
Everyone and his dog wants out.
- How much?
- Five grand a head.
Fuck.
We need to swallow our pride
and do one last job with Gully.
Gully's dangerous.
Mad as a hatter.
Who dares wins, eh?
Tell me it wasn't you who
robbed the wrestling and killed
- those people.
- Aah!
No, don't! Stop!
Things went wrong.
- Get out.
- This tragedy
is all the more reason
we have to get to America.
For the millionth time,
I am not going to America.
Least of all
with a murderous robber!
Our next candidate for prime
minister is Mr. John Ripper.
If you elect me
leader of the League,
we'll put the boots in
hard and heavy!
I would like to dismiss
Mr. Ripper's plan
on moral grounds.
Love, compassion...
The liberal virtues
are our greatest weapons,
and we shall win out in the end,
because humanity is with us!
I bring news from London.
The League have elected
a new prime minister.
Perhaps this Aziz chap
will be someone
we can do business with.
Do you speak for Harwood
and the Union or for yourself?
I speak for the good
of the English people.
How can I refuse such virtue?
Mrs. Gaunt held
a face-to-face meeting
with Prime Minister
Aziz yesterday.
I went to speak to him
on your behalf.
You broke my heart, Frances.
You broke my fucking heart.
I was trying to help you!
Yes, of course, Frances,
you're right, I'm crazy.
Ancillary technical staff,
Dr. Lucius Fox.
I'm not sure if you're brave
or stupid.
Both.
- Why are you here?
- Why do you think?
He hurt you,
so you want to hurt him.
Would you like me to leave?
No.
God, I hate polyester sheets.
They make everything sordid.
Light me one.
Friday.
I guess this is
hello and goodbye, then.
Probably, yeah.
Mm.
Next couple of days
will be well busy.
It's been fun.
Brief.
But fun.
Yeah.
Fun.
Wish things were different.
Do you?
I just said I did.
Do you like me, Alfie?
Well, I think I just
showed you I did.
No, I mean as a person.
As a person?
I hardly know you, madam.
Why do you like me, then?
You don't love me.
You don't have stupid dreams
about the happy life that
we're gonna have together.
Hmm.
The perfect woman.
Yeah, you might be.
How do you know...
that I don't love you?
Get out.
You don't, do you?
I wish I did.
I'd like to be in love
with somebody.
People in love
have a purpose in life.
But I'm not in love
and I've got a purpose.
What, America, you mean?
What's wrong with America?
Nothing.
I'd go myself if I could.
That's not a purpose, it's...
it's just a destination.
You could go.
If you wanted.
How?
Well...
I don't know.
Anything's possible.
Relax.
I'm not asking you.
I'm not asking you
for anything.
Good.
'Cause I'd find it hard
to say no.
Thirteen...
fourteen...
15,000.
That was fast.
You rob a bank?
That's three seats on your plane
plus the paperwork and bribes,
as agreed. Right?
Absolutely.
It's all there.
I'm impressed.
Didn't think
you could pull together
that amount of cash so fast.
Do you want to count it?
I figured you'd be short.
And I knew you wouldn't
take a loan, so, actually,
I had a quick job
lined up for you.
Payment in kind
kind of deal.
Help if you needed it.
But... never mind.
Not needed.
That's very considerate of you.
Anyhow, the job's still there
if you're interested.
It would fit your schedule
and it's good money.
I'm afraid
you're wasting your time.
I'm not ever coming
to work for you.
Not you or anyone else.
Anyway,
things to do before I go.
See you Friday.
Friday.
Prime Minister.
Good of you
- to see me.
- Good of you to come.
Martha.
Thomas.
Prime Minister...
I need your help.
- Go on.
- We have an agent
inside the Raven Union.
A top-ranking scientist
working on
the Stormcloud project.
The Union doesn't know
he's a CIA plant.
He's asked
to be pulled out ASAP...
Like, yesterday...
Without blowing his cover.
A League kidnapping
would be convincing.
What is Stormcloud exactly?
We're fairly sure it's some
new kind of chemical weapon,
but that's all we know.
That's all we know.
It's why we want
to speak to our guy ASAP.
We could retrieve
this scientist for you,
but why would we?
The CIA are backing the Union,
actively working for our defeat.
Well, your defeat's
a foregone conclusion.
The CIA likes to back winners.
Winners who'll
immediately declare war
on Scotland and Wales.
Winners who plan to
"take back the empire."
Winners who'll rule
by violence and fear.
Who doesn't rule
by violence and fear?
- That's...
- Restrain yourself, Martha.
Thomas is speaking
for his government.
I'm sure his personal feelings
are entirely honorable.
But I don't see
how this favor works.
Short of switching sides, what
can you do for us in return?
Well, if we can't do anything
for the League,
what can we do for you?
For you, personally, I mean.
At last.
I thought you'd never ask.
Go on.
You're close
to Aleister Crowley.
- Close?
- No.
Well, you speak to him.
When necessary.
Perhaps you can
pass along a message.
Warn him that John Ripper
plans to abduct and murder him.
I'd tell him myself,
but it's far more credible
coming from you.
If that's all you want, I...
I won't ask why.
That's all.
Done.
Our scientist is well-protected
by Union bodyguards.
You'll need good men
known by all
as League operatives.
Alfred Pennyworth
would be the best choice,
if he's willing.
I expect I can persuade him.
Thank you, sir.
Martha.
Thomas.
I'd like you to handle this one
if you would, Martha.
Of course, but I don't
understand what you're doing.
A favor for a powerful man.
And the rare chance for you to
speak to a Raven Union scientist
about this Stormcloud business.
I get all that.
What I don't underst...
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Are you all right?
Uh... yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine. Um...
What's the deal
with Ripper and Crowley?
I would have thought
that was obvious.
Ripper wants my job,
and I don't want him to have it.
That's the second time
you've been sick this morning.
I'm fine.
♪ Five-story fire
as you came. ♪
Hello, Sandra.
Hello, sweetheart.
There's no need to apologize.
I knew you wouldn't show up.
- What?
- Recording session?
Oh. Yeah. Sorry.
Uh, work.
Yeah, I know, I know.
You never change.
Do you want to hear
me new number?
We call 'em numbers
in show business, not songs.
- Don't know why.
- Yeah, maybe later.
Let's have a chat first.
Your face.
You'd think somebody had died.
It was only a recording session.
There'll be more, hopefully.
Nobody has died, have they?
- No, no. Nothing like that.
- Oh, thank God.
Feel like a right lemon.
What's wrong, then?
There's nothing wrong.
No, it's-it's
a good thing, really.
When all's said and done.
You know...
you know how I've always said
I'm no good for you, Sand?
Well...
I've always said that,
haven't I?
Yeah, it's the first thing
you ever said to me, I think.
It's a good thing
I don't listen to you.
But it's true, isn't it?
You know that.
Girl with prospects like you.
Prospects.
Well, show business and that.
Oh, right, that.
I'm leaving, Sandra.
I'm going to America.
Soon as I can arrange it.
America.
You mean without me?
Well, I'd take you, but...
you know, I need
to be ducking and diving.
It wouldn't be fair on you.
Um...
I thought...
I love you.
I love you, too.
In my way.
Don't cry.
Don't tell me what to do.
I can cry if I like.
Yeah. Sorry.
Oh.
What's that?
That's an apology.
I suppose.
For messing you about.
Money.
I have to go.
I don't know what else to do.
I have to leave.
I'm sorry, Sandra.
Yeah. So you keep saying.
That's all right. I understand.
You have to go.
Thank you
for telling me the truth.
- That's very considerate of you.
- Sandra, I...
Some blokes would have just left
without saying anything.
I'd have been ever so worried
if you'd done that,
not knowing
where you'd gone, so...
that's good.
I really hope you have
a very happy life.
*TPENNYWORTH*
Season 02 Episode 06
Episode Title: "The Rose and Thorn"
Aired on: March 14, 2021
Evans?
- Sir?
- Pop a stamp on that
and put it in the post,
would you?
Ah.
Ah.
Dispatches from
General Thursday, sir.
Thank you.
Sir, might I speak freely?
Of course, Lieutenant.
Regarding Mrs. Gaunt...
Yes?
Frances Gaunt would never
be disloyal or treacherous.
A mistake has been made.
Has it?
Go on.
The Gaunt family and mine
are from the same part
of the country.
Known 'em well for...
...500 years.
My sister's married
to her cousin.
Good, solid people.
A Gaunt would never be involved
in skullduggery of any sort.
500 years.
I expect
you must know best, then.
I do.
And I'll need your help
explaining to Lord Harwood
that Frances Gaunt is innocent.
My help?
How could I help?
Don't be obtuse.
You have Harwood's ear.
Bend it a little.
Once you've prepared
the ground,
I'll go to His Lordship
and explain man-to-man
how he's been misled.
I see.
Simple as that.
I'd be happy to help,
of course.
But...
what's in it for you?
My good opinion of you.
I should think
that's worth something.
Indeed.
You are
a very promising young man.
Everyone says so.
Hands where we can see 'em!
Clear!
All clear!
Hello, Your Majesty.
Aziz.
Alfie.
Don't look so scared.
Oh, I'm not scared.
Just surprised.
You've been avoiding me.
Uh, yeah. Sorry about that.
I've been very busy.
I could have you hung
for disrespect.
Steady on.
It's not you. It's me.
Not good enough for you, am I?
No, you're not.
Obviously.
Chalk and...
well, cheese, isn't it?
Oh, do relax.
I'm taking the piss.
We're here to talk business.
Oh.
Well.
We have a job for you.
Thanks for thinking of me
and all that,
but I'm not
in that business anymore.
I'm leaving London.
I know. America.
I'm very envious.
Fuck's sake, does every bastard
know my plans?
The job we have in mind
won't take long.
It's a simple extraction.
Every job's simple
until it isn't. No, thanks.
I do understand
your reservations,
but I'm afraid I must insist.
It's a matter of state security.
Most important.
We'll pay you very well.
I don't need your money.
Well, then we
won't pay you with money.
We'll pay you with silence.
What's that mean?
Well, do you really need
or want me to explain?
Yeah. I do.
Talk straight.
You're meeting privately
with another man's wife.
Who told you that?
Someone's been mugging you off.
Amazing.
He lies with such conviction.
And to be fair, Your Majesty,
perhaps yet again
we have been misinformed.
- Mm.
- But it doesn't really matter,
does it, now?
Once revealed,
that sort of story
takes on a life of its own.
I gather the relevant husband
is a man of strong feelings.
You think you can scare me
into working for you?
No, no, no, of course not.
No, no, no.
I think you're a gentleman.
I think you'll protect the honor
of a woman at all costs.
This is a new low.
I'm suitably ashamed.
Martha Kane will be in touch.
Alfie, no hard feelings.
I wish you every happiness.
Same.
Hello?
It's me.
- If he's there, just say yes.
- Yes.
All right. I'm your hairdresser
changing an appointment.
Okay.
Someone's grassed us up.
Has he been acting strange
at all?
No.
He might know.
Is there somewhere you can go?
No, that's okay. Friday's fine.
Don't take the chance.
Get out of there.
Anyway,
thank you for letting me know.
- That was my hairdresser.
- Ah.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
You look pale as a ghost.
Yes, well,
you are red as a lobster.
What a fine pair we make, eh?
Hmm.
Here.
What's he gonna do to you?
Who?
Your hairdresser.
Oh.
I-I hadn't thought.
Mm. Well...
well, don't, uh,
don't let him ruin you.
No, I shan't.
'Cause I like you
just the way you are.
♪ I've got a spell on you ♪
♪ Because you're mine ♪
♪ You better stop the things
that you do ♪
♪ I ain't lyin' ♪
♪ You know I ain't lyin' ♪
♪ I just can't stand it, babe ♪
♪ For you're always
runnin' around ♪
♪ I just can't stand it... ♪
- Morning, Aleister.
- John!
How strange.
I was just thinking of you.
Really?
What were you thinking?
Happy thoughts.
Get in.
We need to have a chat.
I was just taking Atilla
to the park.
Why don't you walk with us?
Get in the car.
♪ I put a spell on you... ♪
If you insist.
♪ Because you're mine ♪
♪ You better stop
the things that you do ♪
♪ Lord knows I ain't lyin' ♪
♪ Said I ain't lyin'... ♪
Lovely to see you.
Dear me.
That was unnecessary.
What the fuck is this?
I don't know. What is it?
Do you think you can scare me
with all your Satanist bollocks?
- Listen, John, I...
- Pentangles, I ask you.
I've buried hundreds
of Satanists.
And not one of them's
done anything
except rot in their grave.
You're just blood and guts
like everybody else.
And you have
the fucking temerity
to threaten me
with all
your black magic nonsense?
I'm John fucking Ripper!
And I eat men like you...
for a snack.
As a bit of light...
Dear me.
Driver?
What's the matter with...
- Wake up!
- Oh, fuck!
Hey.
What, is that us off to America?
Huh?
- I'll get my last pint, then.
- Not yet.
Soon. Couple of last-minute
bumps to handle.
So why'd you wake me up?
I need you, Daveboy.
One more job for Aziz
before we go.
How did he manage that?
What's he got on you?
You don't need to come along
if you don't want to.
That bad, eh?
Yeah.
So tell us.
You don't need to know.
No, you're right, I don't.
I can't tell you everything.
There's a lady involved.
Mrs. Troy.
No.
Yeah.
Hang on, how the fuck
do you know that?
Ah, Christ, man,
half the club knows.
And I can read as well
as the next man, and she
has got trouble written across
her forehead in red paint.
- No, she's not like she seems.
- Aye.
Aye, no doubt.
You fucking suicidal
lunatic that you are.
The wife of Gully Troy?
The fucking wife
- of fucking Gully Troy?
- I know, I know.
Do you recall what he did
to those prisoners
in What-the-fuck-istan?
Three days and nights they were
screaming like Cutty Sark.
I remember.
I hope you love the woman,
at least.
Oh!
You poor
quimstruck bastard, you.
You know, I wish Bazza was here.
He'd know what to say to you.
Yeah, well, Bazza's not here,
is he?
So...
what's the job, then?
So how are you guys?
Truly.
Swings and roundabouts.
I'm sorry about Bazza.
That's show business.
You don't need to put on
a callous facade with me.
I know how wounded
you must feel.
Both of you.
I'm all right.
- Me, too.
- Really?
I'd be racked by grief.
And anger.
And guilt.
Well, that's you, isn't it?
I'm all right.
You look terrible.
Thanks.
You look lovely, by the way.
Blooming.
I told you she'd start.
Straight for the throat.
Like a fucking cobra.
That's not fair.
I care for you guys,
and I can see that you're both
torturing yourselves over Bazza.
And you shouldn't.
Steady on, duchess.
It's bad luck to talk
about lost comrades
when you're on a job.
Very bad luck.
Might as well fuck an albatross.
Sorry.
But you should just try
to forgive yourselves.
That's all I'm saying.
Fuck.
Don't worry.
We'll do this nice and quiet.
Those blokes don't want trouble
any more than we do.
You think?
Okay, ma'am, now,
this is important.
You must place the cheese
on the patty
while it's in the pan,
and you must
let it melt properly.
Then and only then
do you put the patty
on the toastedbun
and only then do you apply
the lettuce and the tomato
and the onion.
Are we clear?
We'll see.
"We'll see." Okay.
Hi. Excuse me, sorry.
I heard your accent.
Are you American?
Yes.
Yes, I-I am.
Oh, my God. Me, too.
That's so weird.
I don't know what's weird
about shared nationality.
Tell me, do you know
where I can get an acceptable
cheeseburger in this country?
Move along, love.
Excuse me?
Move along.
I asked her
a pertinent question.
We've been over this, sir.
No unauthorized communication.
Oh, gee. What are you,
like, um,
a criminal or something?
Or something.
Hello.
I'm Alfie.
Who are you?
Walsh.
Walsh. What regiment?
Before all this nonsense.
♪ Love me, too, fool... ♪
Paras.
- Hmm.
- You?
Catering Corps.
♪ Like you hurt me... ♪
Now, we have to take
this gentleman with us,
and I was hoping
to do that nice and easy.
No fuss.
SAS, is it?
There's three of you,
three of us.
More outside.
All Paras, as it happens.
Any cunt can fall
out of an airplane.
Yeah.
Show a gun, see what occurs.
Ma'am? Ma'am,
there's about to be violence.
- You need to leave. No.
- But I just ordered.
You need to leave now.
- Folks, listen...
- Sir, shut it.
Walsh, I'm trying
to avoid trouble.
Fuck off, then.
I wish I could.
Think about your family.
You got family, haven't you?
♪ That hurt me... ♪
None to speak of.
♪ Untrue... ♪
None?
No.
It saves money at Christmas.
Hmm.
♪ Knowing I love you so ♪
♪ Anyone who had a heart
would take me in his arms ♪
♪ And love me, too, fool ♪
♪ Couldn't be another heart ♪
♪ That hurt me
like you hurt me... ♪
- Any damage?
- I'm okay.
Daveboy?
Meh. Just a scratch.
Hey.
Professor Fox? We have to go.
No kidding.
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Oh, shit.
Um, uh,
I'm sorry about all this.
Long live the League!
- Clear.
- You can sit up now, Professor.
Fuck!
Why'd he do that?
I tried to reason with the man.
- Paras. Fuck 'em.
- Was that
seriously the best plan
you could come up with?
Come on, now.
We didn't have time
to come up with a clever plan.
We were told
you needed to be rescued ASAP.
I'm Martha Kane.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you. Lucius Fox.
So, why'd you need
to get out so fast anyhow?
- All kinds of reasons.
- Oh.
You must be
a pretty important guy, huh?
No. Not at all.
Huh.
So, you're a scientist?
F-Forgive me,
what did you say your name was?
Martha Kane.
- Miss Kane?
- Mm-hmm.
I'd dearly love to tell you
what I know.
But I'm bound
by oaths of secrecy,
so please understand
pumping me for information
would be a sad waste
of your time.
Abducted?
How the devil did your people
let this happen?
The League agents were led
by that ex-SAS chap Pennyworth.
Took out five guards.
Him again.
I'm beginning to dislike
that chap.
On the bright side,
Professor Fox
was a backroom boy.
Not a crucial part
of the operational staff.
Well, that's all well and good,
but the League will know
all about Stormcloud now.
Perhaps that's a blessing.
After all, what good
is Stormcloud as a threat
if the League doesn't believe it
to be genuine?
Oh, they'll believe it.
When they're all choking
to bloody death,
they'll believe it.
Your lordship is being
humorous, of course.
We're not gonna actually
deploy the wretched thing.
It's leverage. No more.
Yes, yes. Humor. Humor.
Wishful thinking.
Stormcloud is leverage,
merely leverage.
As long as we understand
each other.
Your pills, sir.
These new?
No, sir. The same medication.
Different color.
He's a bit soft
for a soldier, isn't he?
Like sponge cake, sir.
You're a good fellow, Salt.
I'm gonna need a new
deputy chancellor
to replace Gaunt.
I think I'll appoint you.
Me, sir?
I'm deeply honored, sir, but...
But what?
Honestly, I'm not worthy
of such a high position.
A simple commoner like myself.
The staff would look down on me.
Your manner
is somewhat plebeian, I suppose.
Indeed, sir.
Your advisor should be
a person of natural rank.
Me, I'd cut a sad figure.
Ah, well,
there's your answer, then.
I shall give you a knighthood.
What's wrong with a knighthood?
I'm a simple North Country lad.
It'd take more
than a knighthood to elevate
- the likes of me.
- Well, a baronet, then.
Is that elevated enough
for you, hmm?
- Dixon.
- Yes, sir.
I don't know what to say.
Fetch the Duke of Windermere
away from his cocktail cabinet
and have him make Salt here
a baronet
as soon as is applicable.
There you are, sir.
You're a toff now. Well done.
I'm deeply conscious
of the honor, sir.
But? What else?
I don't want to speak
out of turn, sir.
But given my new role...
Well, talk, man. Talk.
Seems Gaunt
still has friends among us.
Friends that still support her.
Pushing quietly
to have her pardoned
and brought back to power.
Traitors, then. Who?
I don't know.
Whoever they are, they move
in higher circles than I do.
I just hear rumors.
Perhaps it's not true.
No, no, no, I-I...
I believe you.
I suspected it.
Treachery is-is contagious,
and she would never
have dared act alone.
Some wretch has corrupted her.
And you, you-you must find out
who they are,
these-these friends of Gaunt.
Mm. Above my pay grade,
as they say, sir.
Mm.
I'm no detective,
but I suspect
they'll reveal themselves.
Well, h-how?
Gaunt can't be saved
without your permission.
These traitors
will have to come to you
- and argue for her release.
- That's true.
Whoever comes to you,
however reasonable they seem,
however loyal,
that's your traitor.
Professor Fox.
Welcome home. Thomas Wayne.
Mr. Wayne.
Thank you for your assistance.
Oh, you're very welcome, sir.
At your service.
Well, goodbye, Professor Fox.
I just know you and this one...
you're gonna get along
like a house on fire.
Goodbye, Miss Kane.
I'm very happy
to meet you at last.
Heard great things about you.
I've heard very little
about you.
Rich kid.
New promotion.
Well, that's, uh...
That's me in a nutshell.
Interesting woman, Martha Kane.
Why do you think so?
Just strikes me that way.
Mm. You know, she's a character.
You two are ex-lovers,
I suppose.
- That's a very odd question.
- It wasn't a question.
Observation.
It's that obvious, huh?
What have you got for us,
Professor?
Film...
of the last Stormcloud trials.
The new version is at least
five times more powerful
than projected.
They could kill
the entire population of London
with a device
the size of a cigarette lighter.
The active agent
attacks the limbic system.
Victims die of terror.
Literally.
Ready for deployment
by next week.
That is bad news.
The president needs to step in.
Harwood needs to know
if he deploys Stormcloud,
America will squash him
like a june bug.
Deployment of Stormcloud would
be the worst atrocity committed
since World War II.
We're talking
about hundreds
of thousands dead.
Well,
that's a worst-case scenario.
Unbalanced Harwood may be,
but he can't pull the trigger
without the support
of the Army general staff.
And they'd never agree
to such madness.
All we can do right now
is pass along the intel
with a big red flag on it.
A red flag?
We supply the data,
and Washington
makes the decision.
And they'll do the right thing.
America won't stand still
for a mass murder.
I saw Stormcloud.
I helped test it.
I saw people dying in agony,
and I had to stand there
and do nothing
with a goddamn clipboard
in my hand.
If...
If our government doesn't act...
I damn sure will.
And what will you do?
You're CIA station chief.
What will youdo?
Hello?
Hello?
Crowley?
Crowley!
I'm not scared!
You drugged me!
Well done!
You're just making it worse
for yourself when I catch you.
Do you hear me?!
- Crowley!
- John.
John...
What? What the...?
Oh, my God.
Mr. Ripper?
Mr. Ripper.
Mr. Ripper, what's the meaning
of this behavior?
What's wrong with him?
Dear me, I don't know.
Help me.
He's had some kind
of nervous breakdown.
Perhaps we should call a doctor.
Yes.
He's been under a lot of stress.
A long rest in Bedlam will do
him a power of good, poor chap.
Why? Why is this happening?
It was me, old friend.
I did this to you.
No! No! No! No, no!
Another day,
another fucking massacre.
I need a drink.
Juice? Whiskey, please.
Coming up.
I tried, didn't I?
I tried to do things peaceful.
Well, I hope America's
worth all this shite.
How many people have died
to get us there?
- Mm.
- I want a word with you.
All right, Sid.
Look, I know Sandra's upset.
Don't you even mention her name.
My Sandra's too good
for a dosser like you.
Yes, she is, yeah.
She hasn't stopped crying.
- Look, I'm sorry. I am.
- Yeah.
Full of remorse, ain't ya?
Real gentleman you are.
Why don't you sod off
to America, you cunt?
Good riddance.
You had that coming.
- Fuck off, Daveboy.
- Fuck off, yourself.
I'm sick and bloody tired
of everyone blaming me
for everything, all right?
I'm just trying to make
something of myself, that's all.
Oh, aye, well,
you've made something
of yourself, that's for sure.
- Shut it!
- Oh, aye?
Or else what, eh? Hey?
Fuck off and get drunk.
Leave me alone.
Aye.
- Fucking move.
- Oh!
Bad day, was it?
Had worse.
Where's your hanky?
Ain't got one.
How many times
have I told you?
Always have
a clean hanky with you.
Not like that.
You'll make the bleeding worse.
Remember your first bloody nose?
Marjorie Pimm,
the milkie's daughter.
You tried to kiss her.
Gave me a right kicking.
You've not been far
from trouble ever since.
I've tried.
You've tried,
but not hard enough.
There's something
about trouble that you like.
I'm sorry, Mum, for everything.
Oh, I know you are.
That's my only consolation.
I know you're ashamed
of yourself.
I don't know what to do
with you anymore.
Mum...
Shh.
Your dad would like me
to look after you,
keep you out of mischief.
How can I do that if
you're thousands of miles away?
I can't.
You can't.
So... I will come with you
to bloody America,
on one condition.
What's that, then?
No guns, no violence,
and you'll give me
some grandchildren.
That's three conditions.
And we can't live anywhere
near their bears or wolves.
Or snakes.
Promise.
All right, then.
♪ The look of love ♪
♪ Is in your eyes ♪
♪ A look ♪
♪ Your smile can't disguise... ♪
Hi, Martha.
How was your day?
Shitty.
What the fuck are you doing?
Art.
I said you could stay over.
I didn't say
you could paint naked men.
Didn't say I couldn't.
Whatever.
So what have you been doing?
I have been...
watching people die.
Bummer.
Yeah.
Hi, Martha. Please call me
as soon as you get this message.
It's very important. Call me.
Like hell I will.
Sweetheart,
will you fuck off, please?
So...
♪ That time... ♪
You haven't told him?
Told him what?
That you're pregnant.
♪ Be mine tonight... ♪
How do you know?
You have that... special glow.
Fuck off. How do you know?
♪ So many nights like this... ♪
You're farting all the time,
and your tits are magnificent.
Fuck.
So you haven't told him?
No, not yet.
Don't blame you.
He will freak the fuck out.
Thanks a lot. I know.
That's why I haven't told him.
So, um...
do you want to know
if it's a boy or a girl?
No, I don't.
Please yourself.
♪ Don't ever go ♪
- Have you got that, Dixon?
- Yes, sir.
- Right, well, run along.
- Sir.
Good evening, sir.
Dispatches
from General Thursday.
Oh. I understand
congratulations are in order.
Sir John.
Thank you so much.
I am deeply humbled
by the honor done me.
Sir, might I have a moment
of your time?
Carry on.
Regarding Mrs. Gaunt...
I've made enquiries, sir.
Enquiries? Jolly good.
Everyone I spoke to believes
she's innocent
of the charges against her.
Oh, do they?
Interesting, Sir John?
Indeed.
Well, go on.
I suspect
she was framed somehow.
A cunning plot was devised
to deceive you and ruin her.
To what end?
With her gone,
I imagine it was thought
you'd be more isolated, alone.
She was your closest advisor,
was she not?
An old friend.
She was.
Who better
to take from you, sir?
What greater loss
could you suffer?
Who sent you?
Nobody, sir.
I came of my own accord.
Nonsense. You're not the leader
of this conspiracy.
A little pipsqueak like you.
You're working
for somebody else.
Conspiracy, sir?
I don't follow you.
Don't you take me
for a fool, boy.
Hmm? Who sent you?
- You tell me.
- Your Lordship.
Shut up, Dixon!
Are you part of this, too?
I think we are
at cross-purposes, sir.
I am here solely
to defend the honor...
You tell me the truth, boy!
With all respect,
I resent this treatment!
You treacherous dog.
You heard him!
He admitted it!
He's a bloody traitor.
He's a traitor!
He's dead.
What the hell?
What happened here?
The man's a traitor.
Are you mad?
What have you done?
He confessed it.
We all heard him.
Nonsense. Greaves was
the best man on my staff.
I see. I see it all.
It's you.
You're the snake!
You're the traitor!
It's you!
Guards?
Guards!
Take Lord Harwood away
and confine him to his quarters.
No. No.
No. No...
No.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Please.
No, not me.
I can't. I can't.