All language subtitles for Pennyworth.S03E08.Red.Marauder.720p.HMAX.WEBRip.DD5.1.x264-NTb.[eng]

crowd: No P-Dubs in England!
Lock them up!

No P-Dubs in England!

Lock them up!

No P-Dubs in England!
Lock them up!

No P-Dubs in England!

Lock them up!

No P-Dubs in England!
Lock them up!

Yesterday's rally
outside Downing Street

was the third this month,
demanding the government

take stronger measures
against England's P.W.E.s.

Yeah, Captain Blighty's
a legend.

He's a war hero.

But all them others
are just freaks.

Belong in cages.

Morons.

What on Earth
is going on--

What did you do?

Everyone hates us.

People don't
hate you, Celia.

They just don't know you.
- They hate us.

Except him. They love him.

- Girl's not wrong.
- They're scared.

All this is new.

But one day being a P-Dub
will be like being left-handed.

Or ginger.

Lots of people
don't like gingers.

I'm saying, be patient.

You'll get your lives back,
I promise.

Ah, for fucksake.

- Gully!
- You're lying to them.

None of them are
ever leaving here.

I'm not lying.
The world is changing.

Yeah, for the worse.

There are more
P.W.E.s every day.

I just heard of a man in
Norfolk who can change his face

to look like whoever he wants--
how is that even possible?

I-I suppose there's gene
splicing, then radiation--

Lucius...

Celia has a point.

The public worships you.

The more you can get out--
Oh dear, help!

Help me get him to my lab, now.

How are you feeling?

Oh, it's, uh...

Yes, yes, it's getting worse.

I'm f-feeling...
weaker every day.

Reversing the effects

of Stormcloud is no easy feat--
give it time.

And I'm still tweaking
the antidote.

Just tell me
the bloody truth, will you?

Tell me!

The fact that you're still
alive is a miracle.

- Oh.
- And nothing I do

seems to make any difference.

I'm not giving up.
And nor should you.

I should have died
a long time ago.

In the jungle.

Fighting for Queen and Country.

Oh.
- You still have a purpose.

These people, they need you.

Oh...

Just a good death.

That's all I need.

Just a good death.

Those bloody lights.

That's the third time
that's happened this morning.

We'll have to get someone out.
- I can take a look.

You're moping.

I'm not moping.
I'm eating breakfast.

Yes, you are.
You were moping all last week

like someone had died.

I'm fine.

- She wasn't right for you.
- All right, Mum.

You need to find
yourself a nice girl,

not one of those
rebels or whatnot

gallivantin' around,
getting into all sorts.

Yeah, all right, Mum,
I know.

Plenty more fish in the sea
for a handsome man like you.

Thanks, Roger.

It's not right,
a single man your age

living at home with his mum.

You kicking me out?

No, 'course not.

Maybe I should, give you
a push in the right direction.

Mum.

We're not finished yet.

Hello?

Yes, it is she, yes.

Well, he's here.
Do you want to speak to him?

I told her
to leave you be.

I'll tell him.
Thank you.

That a man needs time.

Cheers.

That was
the Prime Minister's Office.

They want to see ya.
- Oh yeah?

Is this about
your trip up to Scotland?

Nah, don't worry yourself.

That was nothing.

♪ Had a million dollars ♪

I mean, Francis is a genius.

There's no two ways about it.

Such a... singular mind.

And to be near to someone
like that, well, I mean,

I just feel so lucky--

Ah, not there darling,
the other side.

And obviously, I can't
say too much before tonight,

but we are so blessed

to be part of something
so visionary.

It's going to be truly, truly
the most amazing experience.

You mean he's going to have
everybody trippin'

their bollocks off
like we did the other week?

We had
a profound experience.

Daveboy, uh...

I don't think you realize
how lucky you are

being close
to Francis and his work.

People would kill
for this experience.

I have killed, Sally.

But I wouldn't kill
a spider for yon Francis.

No disrespect to the wee man, but...

if he's not a clown,
I've never seen a circus.

Well, maybe you
shouldn't come tonight.

Maybe I shouldn't.

Yeah, there's no point
casting pearls

in front of swine.

You need to insult me
in plain English, hen.

Really, Daveboy,
I'm just trying to help you.

Help me how?

To help you
broaden your mind.

Maybe it's your mind
that needs broadening.

- Why are you being so mean?
- Me?

Why are you being so mean?

Don't yell.
You'll scare people.

- I wasn't yelling--
- You're being very aggressive

and fascistic.

You're right. Sorry.

I don't belong here.
I'll go.

Okay, good. That's best.

Excuse me.

There's two men downstairs
with badges.

Asking for you.

Been expectin' that.

Good luck
with the show tonight, yeah?

It was nice
to have met you, Sally.

Yes, likewise, I'm sure.

Bye.

I'll take it from here.

Wankers.

Where'd they find ya?

With Sally.

- Must be about Hebrides.
- Yep.

You let me do
the talking, yeah?

You talk all you want.

I couldn't give a fuck.

What's got into you?

Somethin' happen with Sally?

Don't wanna talk about it.

Fair enough.

What the fuck
do you mean by that?

- I said fair enough.
- What's fair?

Nothing fuckin' fair
about anything.

All right, forget it. Fucksake.

The prime minister
will see you now.

Prime Minister.

General Thursday.
- Aye, morning.

Well, well, well,
the culprits.

- Please sit.
- Sir, I take

full responsibility
for what happened

with Ms. Khin and her father.

Daveboy
was nothin' to do with it.

That's very noble.

Allow me to set
your minds at ease.

Your Hebridean adventure
is a thing of the past.

All is forgiven.

- Really?
- Mr. Khin's freedom

makes the government
in Kalpur nervous

and thus,
more dependant on us.

I summoned you
for a different reason.

Early this morning,

a P.W.E attacked
Uxbridge power station,

the main power source
for the Southeast.

That's why
the lights have been dodgy.

Sounds like
a Captain Blighty job.

Indeed. Tell me, have you
seen Captain Blighty recently?

Yeah.

Seemed okay, you know.

He's a disgrace
to the uniform.

More of a costume
than a uniform, innit?

If my colleague here
were not so tender-hearted,

Mr. Troy would be off
the streets in army custody.

Truth is,
Captain Blighty is not well,

and this new enhanced chap
seems rather formidable.

Well, give Gully a break.
Send in some squaddies.

Exactly!

And I'd rather
not use that option.

Not yet.
- But the only--

Any use of soldiers
on English soil

is my decision.

Nobody else's.
I believe that's clear.

Your opinion is clear, yes.

I can't foresee what role

P.W.E.s will play
in the future,

but I know we'll need them
on our side.

The public must accept them.
Captain Blighty is key to that.

You need him to be the hero.

Precisely.

So what the fuck
has that got to do with us?

I want you to help
Captain Blighty

complete his mission.

As former comrades,
he knows and trusts you.

That'll never work.
- You don't say.

Gully Troy
is as proud as they come.

If he clocks
we're there to babysit...

- He won't like it.
- He's a friend in need.

What he lacks is neither
here nor there, is it?

Our usual fee.

If this is a cock-up,
as I have no doubt it will be,

you, sir,
shall bear the consequences.

Thank you for your counsel,
General Thursday.

Always welcome.

Hmph!

Brass, eh?

"You sir,
shall bear the consequences."

Martha will join you.
She has the details.

Good luck, gentlemen.

I'll get it.

Surprise, I'm back!

Yay, Aunty Tricia!

Patricia!

You're back again.

I didn't know you were coming.

That's why they
call it a surprise.

I just could not stay away
from this munchkin any longer.

Is Thomas here?

No, poor guy.

Your daddy wants to be here

so, so much, but he's up to his

neck with lawyers,
accountants, the Wayne board.

He tried explaining it to me,
but after the part

about my trust fund staying
the same, I stopped listening.

So you flew here just to...

Well, I needed
to tickle this one.

And I just thought
I could help out,

you know,
while Thomas is away.

Right.

Oh, Sam, honey,
could you go help

Gladys get
Aunt Patricia's room ready?

Sure.

So how are you?

Fine. I mean,
I wouldn't recommend

having your father murdered
in an alley,

but... he and I
were never close.

Thomas is the one
who clung to him.

- And how is he?
- Thomas?

More uptight than usual,
which is saying something.

- Uptight how?
- Just... uptight.

How much of you two spoken?

I know things weren't
awesome before he left.

We haven't.

Haven't what?

Spoken.

At all?

Huh. That's bad.

I mean, I call.

And I leave messages.

I call again.

More messages. Nothing.

And he hasn't
said anything to you?

No.

Anything about
when he might come back?

No, but he really
is working 18 hours a day.

He'll come home soon.

Well, we miss him.
And we worry about him.

But I do appreciate
you coming here.

Of course.

By the way,

do you still have that dress
that I gave you last time?

The one
I said I'd never wear?

Can I borrow it?
Francis Foulkes

is holding an event tonight--
very exclusive.

And since I'm here...

I'm so glad
you came to help.

I'm grieving, Martha.

I need to fill
my life with joy.

Yeah.

Sam, honey, I'm leaving.

But Aunt Patricia will
be here till Mrs. P arrives.

- Okay, Mummy. Bye!
- I hope.

Love you!

So I can borrow the dress?

Yes! Of course.

♪ Well, I figured
lots of things out girl... ♪

Have you ever done something
you knew was right

but felt like a mistake?

Is this Sally
we're talking about now?

Who said
anything about Sally?

I never
fucking mentioned Sally.

Oh, for fucksake--

Alfie, I need to talk to you.

Yeah, course, Sand,
but, uh, job on.

How about I come
round yours tonight?

No, I'm busy,
and I haven't got long.

God you're infuriating.
- Steady on.

I wanted to give you some
time to think about everything,

figure out how you feel.

But when a girl tells you
she's pregnant, Alfie,

she deserves a reaction.

What?

Any reaction.

- Because you're pregnant.
- Yes.

And it's...

Yes, it's yours.

Fuck.

You saying you didn't know?

No.

How was I supposed to know?

The letter I gave Daveboy.

You never gave me a letter.

Yes, I did, in the pub.

Oh, fuck.

You knew about this?

No, I d--I don't know.

It could have been when I was
fucked on Sally's drugs maybe.

For fucksake Daveboy,
of all the things.

Well, how is
any of this my fault?

Sand, see, I'm sorry,
I didn't know.

Well, now you do.

So?

Nice. Nothing.

Sand...

Don't know what
I'm gonna do yet,

but, um, I'll let you know.

Bye, then.

Sandra, wait.

That was a whopper, eh?

If you want to talk--
- I don't.

Alfie, Daveboy,
what a pleasant surprise.

All right Gull,
mind if we tag along?

No, not at all.
Be like old times.

Jump on in.

You two all right?

- I'm fine.
- No bother.

How about you Gull,
how you feelin'?

I'm fine, thank you, Alfie.

Well, look at that--
we're all bloody marvelous.

Mr. Foulkes, Lullaby is
not some hippie party drug.

We designed it to make killers.

Oh, what do you think
of this tea?

It's oolong from Fujian.

It's called
the "Iron Goddess of Mercy."

Smell it.
- Um... yeah.

To strip away
a person's inhibitions

so that we could condition them

w-with visions that we control.

I've never been interested
in control, Doctor.

I want each psyche
to paint its own masterpiece.

Three times now
you've dosed your followers--

first 2 people,
then 10, then 20--

And it was beautiful.

Except that,
as the number grew,

they began somehow
to infect each other.

Mr. Foulkes,
at our core, we're animals.

Driven by fear, lust, anger.

If your guests start feeding
off each other's visions

and those visions aren't
all moonbeams and love...

How many people
are coming tonight?

Oh, 50 or 60, I think.

60 people under
the influence of Lullaby?

Things can get very bad,
very fast.

Do you see the problem?

- Yes, Doctor, I do.
- Oh, thank God.

We're going to need more tea.

The P.W.E. is a male in his
30s, name of Darren Thompson.

He entered the power station
early this morning

and barricaded himself inside.

We believe he'll be here,
by the main transformer.

Seems
he's feeding off the power,

and he's able to control and
redirect electrical current.

So he can turn
the lights on and off.

Don't see what's so terrifying.

Well, he's already
killed two police

who were called to the scene.

And then there's the staff
of the power station.

No one's got word of them
since Thompson took over.

So what's the plan then?

Well, we need to cut off
the power at the source,

but that can only be done
from inside the station

by an emergency shutdown switch
here in the control room.

Big red handle.
You can't miss it.

After that, Thompson's
reserves shouldn't last long.

Our orders are
to bring him in alive.

Your suit will provide
a degree of protection

against an electrical blast.

How reassuring.

That's it.

Good luck, gentlemen.

So, we're going up
against a human toaster.

This day just
gets better and better.

Oh, you're
having a hard day, are ya?

Come off it.
I said I'm sorry.

You didn't actually.

Well, I'm sorry. Fucksake,

but I would have told you
if I remembered.

Enough.

What's up with you two?

Nothin'.

I don't like division
in the ranks.

Not on the eve of action.

We're fine.

So why were
you two brought in?

Figured you could use
an extra pair of eyes,

hostage situation and so forth.

And so forth.

We're here.

I wanna do one
last check of your suit.

The blasters--
- Leave it, Lucius.

Shall we?

Hup!

Right, me and Daveboy'll
enter there.

Gully, if you swing south--
- Yeah, pardon me, but

when were you put in command
of this operation?

What do you think
we should do?

Well, I think you two
should wait here

and I'll go and do my job.

- That works for me.
- Not a chance.

Why, what'd they tell you?

That I-I'm sick? I'm feeble?

But they still need me out here
playing the fucking hero, huh?

Pretty much, yeah.

Well, I'm a soldier,
not a mascot.

I respect that, Gull, I do...
but things are what they are.

Me and Daveboy
are only here to help you.

Oh, how considerate.

I don't need your help,

and I certainly don't need
your fucking pity!

Look at the fucking
state of you.

You're a wreck.

I seen corpses
with more life than you.

- Is that so? Is it?
- Hey, hey, hey.

Never mind Alfie, Captain.

Had some heavy news today.

Daveboy.

What?

What news?

Not a fucking word.

Right, of course.

He's gonna be a father.

Fucksake.

First you don't tell me
when you're supposed to,

and now you won't
fucking shut up about it.

That's wonderful news!

Congratulations.

- Yeah.
- Captain.

Dr. Fox sent me
to see if you needed--

Fuck!

What the fuck was that?

Well,
what were you expecting?

I don't know,
but not fucking that.

There, eleven o'clock.

Oi!

Who's out there?

Whoever you are,
I'm warning ya,

you stay away or you'll
end up like your mate.

I reckon he's going
to plug himself back in.

Aye. Well,
now's our time then, huh?

A father, eh?
Ha ha.

Well, well. Ha ha.

Let's just do this,
shall we?

Well, being a father is
a wonderful thing, Alfie.

You're fulfilling
a noble purpose.

And you shouldn't run from it.

It's a great opportunity.

- He's right, you know.
- Mm-hmm.

Christsake,
can we talk about this later?

Bloody hell.

Bastard's blocking
the way to the control room.

You two go around
to the right,

get behind him.

I'll slip to the left,
keep him occupied, huh,

while you do your thing.

Gully, be serious.

I'm deadly serious, Alfie.

This is my job.
It's what I do.

Mm, besides, I haven't
had a good scrap for years.

Hello there.

Ha ha.

Fuck me!
It's Captain Blighty.

Yeah, it's, um,
it's Mr. Thompson, isn't it?

Yeah, that's it.

Hey, Steve, look,
it's Captain Blighty.

- Help me.
- Shut it!

Or I'll fucking do you.

I will.

This is a turnout.

Wasn't expectin'
to meet you, mate.

Life's a funny thing,
isn't it?

Comin' over
all starstruck.

You know, I used to have
a poster you on me wall.

You was a legend
in the War of Liberation.

It's nice of you to say so.

It's always
a pleasure to meet a fan.

You blew up that
tank full of Ravens,

bodies were everywhere.

One fucker's head
landed a mile away.

They played it on telly,
and it was fuckin' brilliant.

I was just
defending my country.

Sure, sure,
but come on, you can tell me.

Felt amazin', right,
just to go boom!

Where are your modifications?

They're in here.
Well... I'm guessin' anyway.

So you didn't do this
to yourself.

- Does anyone?
- I've met a few.

Usually doesn't
work out too well.

Well, not me.

I woke up in a bus stop
one day.

Figured I'd had a big night.

Went home--turns out
I'd been gone over a month.

Next thing I know,
I'm a double D fucking battery.

Listen, mate, been nice havin'
a chitchat and all that,

but just so you know,

I won't be letting
you take me out of here.

And what about Steve?

Aah!

What about Steve?

I shouldn't have
cleared him for duty.

The core of his suit
is electrical

and a powerful blast
could fry it completely.

I'm returning this.

- What is it?
- Take a look.

What's Level 7?

Come on, Lucius,
I'm in no mood.

Okay, but I really don't know
what you're talking about--

Fine, then I'll tell you
what I've learned

since an anonymous caller
delivered this to my door.

Going off the lab reports,
pictures, my own findings,

Level 7 is a militarized arm
of P.W.E. research

led by General Thursday.

They've recently co-opted
the illegal experiments

of John Salt,
who's dead, by the way.

There's a nice
photo of him there.

Naturally, I took it to Aziz,

who wanted me to track down
the source of the leak.

But I haven't.

'Cause I realized
that you're the leak.

Just, Martha,
I gave you those files

so you could do
something about it.

Look, you have
the prime minister's ear.

You can pressure him
to shut it down.

Aziz is freezing me out.

So you want something
done about this,

we have to do it ourselves.
- I can't be involved.

Don't you care that
the government's experimenting

on P-Dubs, on human beings?

Of course I care.

Lucius, I'm in, all right?

I wanna stop this, but...
I need your help.

I can't.

If I do that,
I'll be fired, and I--

I can't leave
the others unprotected.

They need me, Martha.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

But you're on your own.

Well, I hope you can
live with yourself.

Jesus.

He's a vicious bastard,
isn't he?

Here.

Do we think that's
the emergency switch?

Yeah, I reckon so.

Fuck.

Come on.

We should get back to Gully.

Tell you somethin'.

You don't look nothin'
like you do on the telly.

No one does.

No, no, what I meant to say
is you look like shite.

Can't believe
they sent you in here.

Must've known
you'd be fucking toast.

And after all you done
for this country.

Oh, so you think
I should just be...

kept in the lap of luxury?

Yeah,
Roller in the drive,

birds in little maid's costumes
bendin' over doing the dusting.

Son,

none of that matters.

What does matter?

What, Queen and Country?

You don't believe
all that bollocks do ya?

This is your last chance
to come quietly.

Yeah.

Yeah, fuck you,
Captain Blighty.

Mm. Suit yourself.

Aah!

Ohh...

Is that all you got?

The mighty Captain Blighty.

Oh, typical.

Ah... ah-ah-ah-ah-ah--

What the fuck?

Come on!

Aah!

What the fuck!

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm... I'm fine.

Well, the bastard's
fucked the control room,

so we can't shut the power off.

Which means he's
out there getting stronger.

Well, I think it's just time
for an honorable retreat.

Oh? How?

How? By fucking leggin' it,
that's how.

And then telling Aziz
to call in a bloody air strike.

Yeah, just one small
problem with that, MacDougal.

We have to get past him
to get out of here,

and we are... we are trapped.

So... ha.

We have no choice but to fight.

Right, but there's
a good chance

he's not powered up yet.

You two wait here.

Oi, Captain.

I'm ready!

Let's finish this.

So much for that
fuckin' plan, eh?

So we're just gonna
do what we did before, huh?

I'll go in.
I'll draw his fire.

You two slip around the side,
and then once you clear,

you call Aziz--come on.

Yeah, no offense, Gully,
but he sorted you once before,

and that was when your suit
was fuckin' working.

Oh.

There, right as roses.

Ha.
- Yeah, but still.

His power
shields him somehow.

So if we can get him
to lose energy,

then I can
probably take him out.

What, by letting him
cook you first?

That's the only plan
we've got.

Nah, sorry.
I'm not letting you do it.

Ah, he's right, Captain.

It's a fuckin'
suicide mission.

And that man out there
is not worth dyin' for.

No, he's not.

But some things are, Alfie.

And being sure that
your child has a father

who is alive and fighting
is one of them, eh?

Fucksake.

Private MacDougal,

you be sure you
can carry him out, huh?

Don't you worry.

But you sure about this,
Captain?

Who dares wins.

And this is worth winning.

You came back.

When they ask me how you died,

I'll tell 'em that
you took it like a man.

That won't be necessary.

Why's that then?

'Cause I'm gonna kill you.

Is that right?

Let's have it then.

Hit me with your best shot.

Ah...

- What happened?
- Hey.

Wait, where's Gully?

Alfie!

Ah... ha...

Ha... ha.

You idiot!

Dumb bastard.

What'd you do that for?

Aah!

Now you're gonna die.

You're done, mate.

Enough.

Bloody hell.

He did it!

Gully!
No, you come here, hey!

Hey...

are you all right?

I'm fine.

Now you hold on Gully,
all right?

We'll get you some help.
- No, I think I might be...

I might be past that point.

None of that.

All right?

What about all those
people out there

that need Captain Blighty?

My fellow P-Dubs, hmm?

Nothing wins sympathy
quite like... a martyr.

Uh... I'm, uh...

I'm doing the cause a...
a great service.

It's been
a tremendous honor...

serving with you boys.

Hey.

For fucksake, Gully.

You didn't have to do this.

You know, we could've--
- Oh, we could've?

You could've what, Alfie?
Hmm?

It's better this way...

better to die...

When you really
believe in something.

I do wish I could have seen
you as a father though.

You promise me you will do it
right, won't you?

I promise.

Oh...

ohh...

I really need a hug.

I love you Alfie.

I love you.

I love you too, Gully.

- Go on.
- Mummy!

Hi.

Mmm! Mmm!

I missed you.

You wearing perfume?

And makeup?

Sam and I had
a lovely girls day,

didn't we?
- It was fun.

- Patricia.
- Hmm?

Thank you.

Don't wait up.

- Bedtime?
- No.

No?

Ice cream?
- Yes.

♪ Underneath the lantern ♪

♪ By the barrack gate ♪

♪ Darling, I remember ♪

♪ The way you used to wait ♪

♪ 'Twas there that you
whispered tenderly ♪

♪ That you loved me ♪

♪ You'd always be ♪

♪ My Lili of the lamplight ♪

♪ My own Lili Marlene ♪

Captain Gulliver Troy.

all: Captain
Gulliver Troy.

We'll never
see your likes again.

Slainte mhath.

What on Earth is going on?

We're havin' a wake.
What's it look like?

Like a lot of health
and safety violations.

Relax, Chadley.
It's quiet night.

I wonder why.

Right.
I've got to say it.

- No, you fucking don't.
- Alfie.

This man died
so that you could be a father.

You made a promise to him.

So I'm asking,

what are you
gonna do about it?

I'm gonna keep that promise.

It is with a heavy heart...

- Oh, turn it up.
- That I announce that

our beloved Captain Blighty
has tragically died,

fighting, as he so often has,

for his country
and the safety of us all.

He came to our aid
in the War of Liberation

and has been a shield
and a symbol ever since,

of an England
strong and united.

Captain Blighty showed us that
we are living in a new world,

and in his name,
we will continue to work

beside people
with enhancements

for the good of
this great nation.

Please join me in raising
a glass to Captain Blighty.

He will be always missed...

but never forgotten.

Hello?

General Thursday took
the P.W.E.s to level 7.

He took all of them.

What are you talking about?

You're right.
It's my responsibility.

- Hold on.
- I'll deal with it.

Wait, Lucius--

Lucius?

Thank you very much.

Francis!

Darling.

Oh, you're leaving.

They need me.

- Who needs you?
- They do.

Everyone in this beautiful,
broken city.

They need to be set free!

What is it?

Oh, no.

Okay.

Is this a performance piece?

Don't drink the tea.

Oh my God.

♪ When I hear your name ♪

♪ I start to cry ♪

♪ Each day's the same ♪

♪ Since your goodbye ♪

- Yeah, all right.
- ♪ It's like a game ♪

♪ Forgetting you ♪

♪ Every night I pray,
every night I pray ♪

♪ Tomorrow brings
a sunny day... ♪

Hi, Sand.

Can I come in?
- No.

♪ Just like the way
it used to be... ♪

Heard about your friend.

Sorry.

He weren't really my friend.
He was more of a sort--

Thanks.

What do you want, Alfie?

Uh, just one thing.

♪ Oh, where
is the silver linin'... ♪

I think we should get married.

♪ At the rainbow's end ♪