Pennyworth (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - Many Clouds - full transcript

- We're also following
the tragic knife murder

of Sir Arnulf and
Lady Annabel Thistle

this morning.

Their daughter Jessica is
being held under suspicion

by Scotland Yard.

- Morning, Prime Minister.
- No.

- Sir Arnulf was the
head of chemical giant

the Thistle Corporation,

and his wife a prominent
charity hostess.

Voices around the country
decried the murder

as the latest, most...



- You're barking up
the wrong tree, mate.

I told you, I dropped
the girl at home.

Next thing I know,

she's banging on my door
and I called you mob.

End of story.

I'm innocent as a lamb.

All morning, you lot
have kept me here

without so much as a cup of tea.

- Deplorable. You have
my deepest apologies.

- I know you've a
government to run,

international affairs and so on,

but it's the little courtesies.

Once they go...
- Mm.

They are what separate
us from the barbarians.



- You don't think I had
anything to do with this,

do you?

- You did deliver Miss Thistle
to the scene of the crime.

- That was all above board.
Hired by the girl's nanny.

- Ah, yes. The nanny.

- Plus, that girl didn't
care enough about her parents

to kill them.

- Perhaps, but the simplest

explanation is usually
the correct one.

- I'm not seeing it.

- No. Nor am I, quite.

- What are you
doing mucking about

with a murder
investigation for, anyway?

Ain't you got a country to run?

- Sir Arnulf ran the
Thistle Corporation.

An important man.

- Means he had enemies.

- Hmm. Don't we all?

Do you know this lady?

- Should I?

- So you've never
seen her before?

- I see she gets
tea. There's that.

Now, this is Miss
Deirdre Hamperton,

Jessica Thistle's nanny.

- Bugger.

- It would seem, Alfie,

that someone's made a
monkey of you, a patsy.

- Mm.
- A cat's paw.

Yeah, all right, all right.

Where did you say you
found Miss Thistle?

- I didn't say.
Where is she now?

- Under guard in a secure
ward at St. Olave's.

You know, when she
finally came to,

she was in an awful state.

As you can imagine.

- I want a word with her.

- Not strictly protocol,
but I'll see you get access.

- What, so you want
me to keep digging?

- Well, I respect your skills.

If anyone's to get to
the bottom of this...

- This isn't one of your
little plots, is it?

- I don't know what you mean.

- Look me in the eye,

and promise me you didn't
have the Thistles killed.

- Promise you're not using
me for some skullduggery.

- I promise.

- All right, then.

To the point, that snide nanny
still owes me half my fee.

I won't get mugged
off like that.

- Do let me know if you
find anything interesting.

- Right.

Love to the Queen and all that.

Be seeing you, Mr. Aziz.

- I think we can manage
a little bit more egg

and some more of the soldier.

- No.
- It's Mrs. P's day off.

You're with Sam, right?

- I know.

We're going to the zoo, and
then we're gonna go watch

a Punch and Judy
show in the park.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Mm?

- I wish I could come.

- Then come.
- I can't.

I'm late as it is, and
I can't find my keys.

- You know, my father
won't be up for hours.

Jet lag.

You don't have to
run away, Martha.

- I'm not running
away. I have work.

Honey, why don't
we go and get your coat?

Go on. Go, go, go.

Race!

- Thomas, I'm not leaving
to avoid your father.

That's just a bonus.

- Okay.

We need to talk.

- Now?
- Now.

I wanted to bring this
up last night, but, uh...

I had to think about it.

- Ooh, that sounds ominous.

- My father says you don't work
for the Public Records Office.

- You know that I don't.

I work for Aziz.

That's just basic cover,
but you know that.

- Yes, but you told me
that was a desk job.

- 99%.

- My father says you're an
active MI5 field officer,

science wing, attached to
the prime minister's office

as a troubleshooter.

Licensed to kill.

- You're father said all that?

- I told him he was wrong.

I told him you'd
never lie to me.

- Christ.

Thomas, I...
- So it's true.

Oh, my God.

- How would your
father even know?

And why would he bring it up?

- That's not the salient
point here, is it?

- It's complicated.
- No, it's not. It's simple.

You lied to me.
You lied to Sam.

- Don't bring Sam into this.
- Why not? She's your child.

We agreed you could
carry on working

if you took a safe desk job.

- Yeah, that's what this is.

99% of the time.

Am I sometimes in the field,
as in not in my office?

Then yes.

Am I ever in danger? No.

- Are you licensed to kill?

- That's just formal language
for... for being allowed...

- Being allowed to...

- Carry a gun.

- Jesus, Martha.

- Well, I thought
you kind of knew

that I was doing
something more serious,

and I thought you just
didn't want to know.

- That's what you told yourself?

That I knew? Really?

We had an agreement, Martha.

How did I not see this?

And of course, other people
must know about this.

I mean, Alfie and Lucius
are in on this, I suppose?

- No... I mean, ye...

They're trusted colleagues.
- Oh, trust, she says.

This has to stop now!

- I'm doing important work.

I report directly to
the prime minister.

I'm needed.
- You're needed here!

- I'm here, aren't I?

And by the way, what the hell

does your father got
to do with my business?

What's his agenda?
- Never mind him, God damn it.

- Daddy!

We'll
talk about this later.

Okay!

Mwah! Have fun
with Daddy, okay?

I love you.

- So one blink for
yes, and two for no.

Did you murder your ma and da?

- Any change?

- Not a dickie bird.

- You all right
here for a minute?

- Where are you off to?

- I've got to go
home and get my gun,

then it's back to
that Sister Susie

and ask her what
the fuck's what.

- Ay.

Cup of tea?

- Don't be giving me that look.

It's you that went and left me.

Had to be the hero.

Not enough to be my husband,

father to Alfie.

I think you'd be happy if
I threw myself on a fire

like the olden days.

Alfie?

Police let you go
then, did they?

- Yeah, it was nothing.
- Nothing?

A murderess covered in blood

with a kitchen
knife at the door?

Nothing, he says.

You've grown callous, you have.

- She's not a murderess.

And where are you off
to all glammed up?

- Oh, get on with you.
I'm on me way to work.

Well, if she didn't
do it, who did?

- Don't know. I'll find out.

You're wearing a
carnation to work?

Samantha picked them
from her garden,

asked me to wear one.

- And that's your
good hat, innit?

- What if it is? It's my hat.

I've a right to wear it.
- Yeah, course you do.

- Well, then.

You stick to your murders
instead of investigating me,

thank you very much.

- Why would someone
kill a CIA gunman?

- And what's the CIA doing
in London to begin with?

That's what the prime
minister wants answered.

Quickly and quietly.

- Why are you asking me?

- You used to work for the CIA.

- Uh, so does your
husband, much higher up.

What's going on, Martha?

- Miss Kane,
Mr. Fox. Lovely day.

- Hi, Henry.

- So what can I do
you both for today?

Transportation? Weapons?

- I'd love a cup of tea.

- Kettle's just boiled.

I'll be out front if
you need anything.

- Thanks.

- So?

- Yeah, so I...

I wanted you to look
at the autopsy report.

But I also wanted to
talk to you personally.

Like, um...

Like, as a friend.

- Okay.

- If anyone asks you
about our work together...

- You know I don't
talk to anyone

about any aspect of my work.

- If Thomas asks...

- I don't talk to anyone.

Especially friends.

- Well, I...

I... I kind of didn't explain
the active nature of my work

to Thomas, and he's
a little upset.

- Huh.

I didn't figure you for
that kind of deceit.

Interesting.

You always struck me as
a woman of strong morals.

Thanks a lot.

- No, hey. It's good
to know you're human.

- I don't do dangerous stuff.

It's a desk job, mostly.
You know that, Lucius.

I... I'm not putting
myself at risk,

is all I'm saying. It's a job.

- Yes, it is.

Uh, this guy's skin

contained trace levels
of beta-santalol.

It's given off as a gas

when fragrant, resinous
wood is burned.

- So we're looking for hippies?

- Maybe.

They couldn't identify
the source wood.

I'm thinking it must
be something rare.

- So we're looking
for rich hippies?

- Hey, it's a clue.

- Yes.

No, yeah.

That could be useful.

Thanks, Lucius.

We're cool, right?

- Good morning, Dr. Fox.

- What's not to be cool about?

- Fuck's sake.

Where's me gun?

Told
her leave it alone.

I've told her.

Alfie!

- Sam, honey, come...
- Thomas.

- Oof.
- Uh, I'm sorry to intrude.

Um...

- My mum's on her
way to you now.

Does she know you got Samantha?

- What?

No, it's your mother's day off.

- No, it's not.

She just told me...
- Yes, it is.

Anyway, look.

I need to ask you
about something.

Two things, actually.

- Well, I'm in a
hurry as it goes.

Can it wait?
- Three minutes of your time.

Sam, honey, you keep
toys here, don't you?

Why don't you go and get one?

- Good girl.

- I'm listening.

- Wayne Enterprises needs
some investigative work doing.

I was wondering if you
might be interested.

- I didn't know you worked
for Wayne Enterprises.

- Oh, I don't.

I'm asking for my father.

He's in town.

- What's he need investigating?

- It's an industrial
espionage matter.

I just wanted to
gauge your interest

before recommending you to him.

The pay will be very,
very good, I'm sure.

- Well, you can tell
him I'm interested.

- Good, good.

- Thing number two?

- Yeah, um...

Well, I'm worried that, uh,

Martha has been putting
herself in harm's way.

- Has she?

- Hasn't she?

- Couldn't tell ya.

- What, because you don't know

or because you don't
want to tell me?

What's this about?

- Well, I know that you and
Martha work together sometimes

and, um, well, I'm...

I'm trying to understand

what kind of work
it is that she does.

- Why don't you ask her?

- Well, I'm asking you.

- After sweetening me up with
talk of your old man's money.

- That was a
legitimate proposition.

- This sounds like a matter
between husband and wife.

Not something I like
getting involved in.

- I'm asking as a friend.

- Well, as a friend,

I think you should
trust your wife.

- Hmm. Well, thanks
for the advice.

My father will get
in contact, I expect.

Now, me and you have
gotta get to the zoo.

- Well, hang on.

That's Toby.

He's mine.

You shouldn't go around
stealing other people's bears.

Pretty bad habit.
- Sorry.

- Oh, come on,
you. Bear thief.

- What are you starin' at?

- Here you go, my friend.

One builder's tea.

Oh, oh, no sleeping on
the job!

Oh, fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

Fuck! Shit!

Shit!

Fuck!

Sorry, hen!

Fucking move!

I've got you now, you fuck.

Are you all right?

Fuck! Shit!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

- Um, are you all right?

- What's it to you?

Bloody doctor, aren't ye?

- Yes.

- Are you coming?

- Um...

- In or out?

Fuckin' hell.

- Yeah, he's a lovely guy.
- Is that right?

- Yeah, he likes a story.
Goes on and on, you know?

- All right, Alfie.
- All right.

- Hello. I thought you
were going to the ashram.

- Trying. Come to
get me spare gun.

Mum keeps hiding my Beretta.

- Well, I should think
the police will be there

if you don't get a move on.

- Well, they won't,

because I didn't give 'em
the ashram or Sister Susie.

- I see.

Why does your mother
hide your gun?

Psychological warfare.

Wants me to get a different job.

- Well, I certainly wouldn't
want any son of mine

doing what you do.

- She lied to me today.

Said she was going to
work, but she wasn't.

- Is that so?

- All glammed up.

Best hat, carnation, perfume.

You'd think she was,
you know, on a date.

- And why not?

Mrs. Pennyworth is
an attractive lady.

Single...
- She's not single.

She's my mum.

- I'll stop discussing it,

as I see it makes
you uncomfortable.

Still, I imagine she has needs.

Like everyone.

- Mr. Pennyworth.
- Bloody hell, it's you.

- I need your help.
- Hey, come here.

You're all right.
Here, sit down.

Hey.

- Ah, that's a knife wound.

Get the first aid.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't know what
they were planning.

I didn't know anyone
would be hurt.

- Hey, easy. We'll
get you sorted.

What you talking about?

- My real name is
Elizabeth Vincy.

I'm an actress.

I answered an
advertisement, that's all.

- Here. Call the
ambulance now.

An advert, you
say? Yeah, go on.

- Yeah.

I met two men.

They wore dark suits.

Americans, I think.

They said this girl,
Jessica, was in trouble.

Needed to come home.

I thought I was doing
the right thing.

This morning, I heard
about the Thistles.

So I set out to
see you to explain.

- And then what happened?

- There was a man
waiting outside my flat.

I managed
to get away.

- The ambulance is on its way.
And Daveboy's on the line.

I think you'd best take it.

- Yeah. Keep the
pressure on that.

- Oh, dear.

- Daveboy.
- Ah, finally.

I had to get Jessica
out of there.

Someone tried to kill her.

- They're trying up loose ends.

- Who's tying up loose ends?

- Where'd you take
her? Where are you?

- The closest place
I could think of,

though I don't imagine
you're going to be thrilled.

- Where are you?

- Come on in.

- Thanks.

- Blimey, Sandra.

Look at all this.

Must've cost a bomb.

- Mm, probably.

You still living with your mum?
- Yeah, 'course.

Can't leave her
on her tod, can I?

How you been?

- Yeah, fabulous.
Really happy.

- Always said you'd
make it, didn't I?

- You said a lot of things.

What's with Daveboy
and the girl?

You in trouble again?
- Nah.

Babysitting job. Thanks
for helping out, though.

You're looking
lovely, by the way.

The, uh, hair and that.

- Who's the square, baby?

Not a rozzer, is he?

- He's a friend from home.

- Hmm.
- Alfie Pennyworth.

- Mm, Ian.

Cool.

- You in the music line
as well, are you, Ian?

- As it happens...

- Ian's song is number six
on the charts this week.

- Yeah.

- Number six?

Well done.

Ian.

That's just three
behind yours, innit?

- How'd you know that?

- You think I don't
keep up with you?

"Candlesticks and
Caravans." Lovely tune.

Makes me think I
never appreciated 'em

the way I should.

Candlesticks or caravans.

Everyone's very proud of Sandra.

- Daveboy and the girl
are in the bedroom.

Said she could have
some of me clothes.

- Right. Thanks, Sandra.

- Come on, let's get a drink.

- Fuck's sake.

You took your time.

- I had a few other
things to deal with.

How's she been?

- See for yourself.

She's been like that
since she came to.

- What do you reckon?
Think she done it?

- No.

No, look at her.

She couldn't hurt a fly.

Someone's fitted her up.

- Fitted us up, too.

Someone who wanted
the Thistles dead.

Someone with a lot of
resources and manpower.

- That bloke at the hospital,
what sort of goon was he?

- Short hair, shiny shoes.

- Hmm.

- What're you thinking?

- I'm thinking that nanny
showed up at the office.

Turns out, she's an actress

hired by a couple of blokes
with American accents.

This morning, someone
tried to blot her.

Might have succeeded.

- Yanks with money.
- Mm.

- It's got to be
government, don't it?

- Has that smell.

Now they're cleaning
up their mess.

- Mm.

What are you gonna do now?

We cannae give her back to
the Scotland Yard pricks.

They almost got her killed once.

- We keep going till
we get to the bottom.

- Aye.

- I'll ask Sandra if
Jessica can stay a while.

Is that Ian prat her
boyfriend, you think?

- That wee ferret? Aye.

Sandra looks fine, though.

You missed your
chance here, Alfie.

Look at this place.

Gertcha.

Foolishness.

- Pardon me.

Mature companion?

- Excuse me?

- "Walks through Vicky Park?

Chats over tea? Mature
companion seeks same?"

This is you, isn't it?

I'm "Older and Wiser."
- Oh.

Yes, but I've just realized
I've promised to...

- I understand.

I jumped ship my first
time. Attack of the nerves.

Pretended I had to feed the dog.

- One cup.

Then you can run off
to tend your dog.

- I haven't got a dog.
- Neither have I.

- All right.

- I'm Frederick, by the way.

- Mary.

- Alfred Pennyworth on
line one, Prime Minister.

- Alfie.
- Mr. Aziz.

- Tell me you know where she is.

- Who?

- Don't be obtuse.
Jessica Thistle.

- Funny you should ask. I
do know that, as it goes.

- Ah, small mercies.
Where is she?

- Someone with short
hair and shiny shoes

tried to abduct her,

so Daveboy took her
to a safe place.

- By short hair, you mean
to imply government man?

You think I'm
behind this, do you?

- Well, I'm not accusing you,

but you'll understand why I'm
reluctant to bring her in.

- Oh, I do, I do.

- Good. Long as we're kosher.

- There'll have to be
arrest warrants made out

for you and Daveboy, but
that's a mere formality.

I'm sure the courts will
be lenient with you.

- Steady on. There's
no need for threats.

I'll bring her in
as soon as I can.

- See that you do.

- Mm.

I said, "Oui, oui!"

- But it seems "vache" is
not French for vacancy,

rather "cow."

I ended up sleeping
in the stables.

- You're having me on.
- It's the truth.

Myself and four cows.

I forget their names.
One was Francine.

Oh, they're
funny, the French, aren't they?

- Mary, I'm very glad
you chose to stay.

- So am I.

- Now, if I may, I see you're
wearing a wedding band.

- Yes.

Five years since
Mr. P's been gone.

I still can't bring
myself to take it off.

- Five years?

And alone all this time?

- Except for my son, Alfie.

Still at home.

I keep telling him

he needs to find a nice
girl and settle down.

He was gonna get
married once, but she...

Well, it didn't work out.

I think he's holding
a torch, poor dear.

- Yes, but I was gonna say

as you've got your own
ring, you won't need this.

Find it makes things
simpler at the hotel.

- Hotel?

- If we present as
husband and wife.

- I don't understand.

- You read my advertisement.

"Older and wiser.
Follows carpe diem."

Latin for "seize the day"?

- I thought it had to
do with fish on Fridays.

I had you down as a Catholic.

- You're new to this.

Carpe diem is code
among the Lonelyhearts.

It means you're a bit of a goer.

Game for a bunk-up,
as the youth say.

So Mary, we've had our tea,

bit of a chat.

Shall we seize the day?

Mary!
- Don't you Mary me!

You stay away or my Alfie

will have your head
on a bloody pike!

Carpe diem my foot. Pervert.

- Hi.

- What do you want?

- Uh, well, I got your address
from the bazaar on Portobello.

They said they sold you
agarwood to use as incense.

Agarwood's pretty rare, so.

- Are you a reporter?

- No.

- Police?

- Not exactly.

- Bugger off, then.

- See, Thomas?

I never do anything dangerous.

- Jesus, fuck!

You hit me in the bloody face!

- Well, you tried to brain me.

- I thought you were a thief!
- Really?

I'm with the government.

- Hooray for you.
Now do fuck off.

- You just assaulted
a government official,

so I can have you
thrown in the Tower

or you can answer
some questions.

- Nonsense. I'm on
my own premises.

You broke in.

- Sorry, but I need
answers. Sit down.

Thank you.

All right, what's your name?

- Sister Susie.
- Your given name.

- Susan Cardigan.

- You run this place?
- I do.

- Where is everyone?
- I sent them away.

- Why?

- Their journey here is done.

It's time for me to move on.

- Right.

You know this man?

- Oh, my God. Is he...
- He's dead.

He was murdered a couple
of streets away from here.

How do you know him?
- I don't.

- Susan, come on. You're lying.

You're in some very
deep water here.

Now, I can help
you get to shore,

or I can let you drown.

- They just showed up one day.

- Who's they?

- The Americans.

The man in the picture,
his friends, and Glubb.

- Glubb?
- Dr. Glubb.

He said they were from the
Peace Corps medical division.

Said he had a new drug
that needed test subjects.

- The Peace Corps doesn't
run secret drug trials.

I know.

They had CIA written
all over them.

- You knew they were
CIA or you're guessing?

- What's the difference?

You're all the man.

And this man paid
very well, so...

- So you let him use your
followers as guinea pigs

in an experimental drug trial?

- Right, let's see what Sister
Susie's got to say for herself.

- That new boyfriend
of Sandra's, Ian?

What a cunt, eh?

- Seemed like a
nice enough chap.

- So you're not
jealous, then, huh?

- Me?

Nah.

12 o'clock.

All right. Short
hair, shiny shoes.

- What did the drug do?

- Nothing.

No effect that I ever saw.

But they kept the kids in
here when they were testing,

so I didn't see that much.

I wasn't, you know.

- So this Dr. Glubb, he
was the man in charge?

- Oh, very much so.

The others were
sort of bodyguards.

- So where's Glubb now?

- I don't know.

He left one night last
week, never came back.

The CIA men stayed
another couple of days

doing their thing, and
then they left too.

They didn't tell me anything.

I figured they were done
testing and went home.

- So you thought no big
deal, nothing bad happened,

your kids are okay,

and you didn't know about
the dead CIA officer?

- I didn't.

- So how come you're moving on?

- Aren't you here
about the Thistles?

- The Thistles?

Know what I mean, eh? Hmm?

The fuck are you looking at, eh?

- Freeze.

Oh, hi. Listen.

- Oi, step away from her.

Drop the gun.

- Where's that
granddaughter of mine?

- Asleep.

- Martha?

- She should be home soon.

- Gives us time to talk.

I'm sorry we got off on
the wrong foot yesterday.

- Me too.

- Did you talk to Martha?

- I did.

- And?

- Well, that's
between me and Martha.

If she's lying to
you about her work,

that's a concern, no?

I mean, if she has
a secret life...

- She has no secret life.

You knew
all along, huh?

Just didn't want to trust
your old man with the truth.

- Something like that.

- Well, fair enough.

I guess I haven't earned
much trust from you.

Not recently.

- Yeah, we've...

We've been strangers.

- And I regret that deeply.

Just for the record,
I know you think

I disapprove of her,
and maybe I once did.

But now I come to meet
her, Martha's a great gal.

- Thanks.

- Did you ask her about
our missing employee?

- I did not.

She still thinks you're here

to get to know
your granddaughter.

I didn't want to
disillusion her.

- But Thomas, I told you
how important this is.

This is about more than
just me or the Wayne family.

This is about national security.

- Oh, please.
- I'm serious.

- So am I, Dad.

I'm not gonna suborn
my wife for you.

Or the family or
national security.

Frankly, I'm surprised you
asked me to do such a thing.

You always taught me that

a gentleman owns
nothing but his honor.

- Honor.

You take all the money
and the privilege

and none of the responsibility.

Where's the honor in that?

Let me tell you, all of this,

this fabulous trust fund
life you lead can all go

and vanish like smoke.

That is how serious
the situation is.

- I know how privileged I am

and I know I have
responsibilities.

I was about to say
despite my misgivings,

I'll help you.

The truth is I, too,

want to make things
right between us.

But you leave
Martha out of this.

- Son...
- You leave her out of this.

That's final.

I have a better solution.

I know just the guy to
find your missing employee.

I've spoken to him,
and he's ready to go.

- You've spoken to him?

But this is confidential
family business!

Nobody must know!
- Relax.

I haven't given him any details
because I don't have any.

This guy will make you
pay through the nose,

but he's the best in his field.

He'll find your man.

He's waiting for your call.

I'll give you the name,

and you give me the details.

What does this missing employee
have that you want so badly?

- His mind.

He's a rat bastard,
but he's a genius.

He was head of our
former research division

working with the CIA

on an experimental
psychokinetics drug project

called Operation Lullaby State.

- What's a psychokinetic drug?

- It's essentially mind control,

but psychokinetic
sounds less scary.

Lullaby is designed for
military applications.

Programming soldiers,

suppressing the passive
response, so forth.

- You mean creating
efficient killing machines?

- Low aggression rates
are a real problem

in modern infantry.

And Glubb was working
on a whole range

of alternative uses for the drug

- Oh, so you thought,

"Gee, what a great
business opportunity."

- I didn't make this world, son.

I'm just trying to run the
family business the best I can.

- Just take it.

- Martha.

Martha, come on, now.

- Alfred?

How long have I been out?

- Not too long.

- What are you doing here?

- Well, same thing
as you, I'd imagine.

Trying to find out who
killed the Thistles.

- The woman mentioned them.

Do you mean the
couple in the news?

Murdered by their daughter?

- Yeah.

It's their daughter,
Jessica, was a member here.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!
- Yeah.

A right, old cock-up.

- What happened?

- Well, them blokes done
Sister Susie and we done them.

They were about to
do you, as it goes.

- Thanks.

- Funny thing.

Only this morning, your old man

was asking me if
your job's dangerous.

- He was?

Oh.

Fuck.

- Don't worry. I kept schtum.

- Thanks.

- Any idea who they are?
They got no ID on them.

- They're CIA.

- Fuck. I thought so.

- Alfie, you wanna see this.

- What's this about?

- You reckon they
were making a porno?

- It was an experiment.

They were testing a new drug
on members of the ashram.

- What kind of drug?

- I don't know.

But it's the CIA,
so nothing good.

- This drug,

they must've given it
to Jessica Thistle.

- Stands to reason.

- And that could've made
her kill her parents.

- But why would the CIA want
her to kill her parents?

- Sure they had their reasons.

- She was normal when
we dropped her home.

- Maybe there was
a delayed reaction.

Or something that set
her off, like a trigger.

- A trigger like what?

- Could be anything.

Oh, fuck.
- Fuck.

- What?

- We left Jessica with Sandra.
- Alfie!

Fuck.

- Oh, no.

- I wish they'd come back.

- They will.

When they're done
whatever they need to do.

Alfie's a cold-hearted bastard.

But if I was in trouble,
there's nobody I'd trust more.

- Oi, Gerald!

Put on Sandra's.
- Oh, God.

I've heard it too many
bloody times as it is.

- Sandra, love, this song
can never be played enough.

You all right?

- Hey, hey, wait!

- Fuck.

- Please!

- Fuck this!

Oh, fuck!

- Hi!