All language subtitles for Pennyworth s01e02_English

I've started up
a security firm.

You are way too softhearted

to be a businessman.

You'll be eaten up.

...go!
Take ahold
of yourself.

[grunts]

I am so sorry. If you have
any medical expenses,

call me.
My card.

Pennyworth Security.

PRIME MINISTER:
Fucking Raven Society.

They're lunatics.

Want to overthrow
the government and set up

a fascist utopia.

Dark wheels are turning.

HARWOOD:
This great nation of ours

is at war with itself.
Who did you talk to?

Give me the name.

Thomas Wayne.

[gunshots]

ESME:
You were in the army?

Ten years.

Didn't it bother you?

Still does.

Sit down, Spanish.[laughs]

Help me!

Call us when you've got
Thomas Wayne. We'll do a swap.

I have him.

Smashing.

If they kill me,

they have to kill you.

One of you is taking
us to Esme sharpish.

Harwood House.

All of them are wearing these.

The Raven Society.

We will take back this country
from the corrupt weaklings.

We'll need men like you.

Think about what
you're doing, Alfred.

Turn away.

[grunts][bones crack]

I'll be back.

I'll be back!

♪

[panting]

♪

Look at me.

Mr. Ripper, please.

♪

♪

[laughter]

♪ Shake

♪ Listen
while I'm talking to you ♪

♪ I tell you what
we're going to do... ♪

Hey, what's your problem?
Come on.

Please, why? Wait.Go. I've told you before.

Come on. Out.

♪ Move your body all around

♪ And do, shake

♪ Early in the morning, shake

♪ I said later in the evening,
shake ♪

♪ I'm long gone, baby,
now shake ♪

♪ Shakin' like a bowl of soup

♪ Legs go loop the loop...

Alfred.

Mr. Wayne.

Thomas.

Please.
Your sister's
not here, Thomas.

No, she's safe
at home with Mother,

I'm glad to say.
I came to see you.

Oh.

How's Esme?

What is this about?

Succinct as ever.

I told you that I might need
your services some day.

Well, today's the day.

I have a job for you,

if you're interested.

I'm very busy at the minute.

I see that.

I'll take bouncing drunks
over secret wars any day.

Well, the job I have in mind is
utterly aboveboard and lawful.

Honorable, even.

Hmm.And the pay is excellent.

Would you like
to hear the details?

No, I wouldn't.

It's not that I don't
trust you, Mr. Wayne.

But my girlfriend nearly died

because of the
company you keep.

I had to kill people.

All's well
that ends well, though.

You'd be doing your country

a great service.

I've been serving them
since I was 16.

I'm serving myself now.

[screaming]

One name

and the pain will stop,
my dear.

Who is the leader
of the Raven Society?

Tea's up.

Ooh, lovely.

I'm gasping.
Put it on the table.

Who is the leader

of the Raven Society?

Fuck off.

[screaming]

[screaming continues
in distance]

Evening, miss.

What's in the butties?Fish paste.

[door opens]I don't like fish paste.

I've no mirror.

How do I look?Good enough.

I want to look me best
on the day.

Not being snide, you'll
have a bag over your head.

Not up there, I won't.

Oh. Is that where you're going?

I've done nowt. I'm innocent.

Maybe you are,
and maybe you're not.

Not my purview, miss.

Any road...

thanks for talking to me, pet.

Gets boring, waiting to die.

Can I ask you a favor?

Not allowed. You know that.

Nothing bad.

I just want you to hold me hand.

Give over.Only for a minute.

You can touch me, can't you?
Course you can.

What if you have to search me
for weapons?

Have you got weapons?

No.

I've got no weapons.

I just want someone kind

to hold me hand

before hangman does.

[airplane diving]

[gunfire]

Take cover.

Penny for your thoughts?

You look troubled.

I was thinking I'd
put the kettle on.

[chuckles softly]

Lapsang sou... What?
Where's the proper tea?

[laughs]

Where you left it.

[sighs]

What time's the do?

Curtain's up at 7:00.

Nervous?

Shattered.

I dreamt of Bet Sykes all night.

I dreamt
that she was waiting for me

at my bus stop on Goodge Street.

Hey. She's in Newgate
or the Tower,

and she'll stay there,

don't you worry.

They won't let that one out.

So, go on. Give us
some of your acting.

Do "you're blind,
Johnny." That bit.

You're blind, Johnny, blind.

You can't see me. Me,

damn you.

It still makes me shiver.

You'll be on the
telly in no time.

You are sad.

Look, just so you know,

when you're a famous actress
and that, I won't hold you back.

Hold me back?

From better prospects.

What, like other men?

Whatever you have to do.

I won't hold you back.

Are you trying to leave me?

Look, I won't lie to you.

If business doesn't pick up,

I'm not gonna drag
you down with me.

You've always been
so optimistic.

Be honest. You're
not gonna be happy

in some council flat in Poplar.

You need a house in Chelsea,
meals in restaurants.

Lobsters, steak. I can't
give you any of that.

You are trying to leave me.

I'm trying to be realistic.

Well, bugger realistic.

We love each other.
That's all that matters.

Well, then, why haven't
I met your old man yet?

'Cause he's bloody tedious.

That's why.

Besides, I'm...

I'm waiting for the right time.

Yeah.

Look, I've got to go.

Ah, good luck.

Actors don't say "good luck."

We say "break a leg."

Well... break a leg, then.

[door opens, closes]

ALFRED:
Well, what did Fat Colin say?

Oh, aye.

He said no.

You said he said
he definitely needed security.

Aye. That was before the
heathen twat barred me.

Oh.

Don't lose faith, Alfie.

You're gonna be a big man.

I know it.

All right, lads? Same again?Mate.

Yeah, why not.I'll bring them over.

Ah, thanks.Cheers.

[loud, indistinct chatter]

All right, Jason?

Usual?

Where's my girl? Sandra.

BARTENDER:
Oh, she's about.

Pint of best?

I'll wait for Sandra.

She pulls a better pint.

Know what I mean?Yeah.

Sandra!

Pint of best, please, Sandra.

Pulled nice and slow

so I can watch you.

[glass breaks]BARTENDER:
Sorry, Jason.

I'm all fingers today.

Don't know what come over me.

Are you sad?

Has someone made you sad?

[whispers]:
No.

If someone made you sad,
Sandra, I'd go mental.

Just peaky.

JASON:
You've got

romantic trouble.

Aye?

Come on, who is he?

I will cut him open.

Honestly, Jason, I'm not sad.

I'm happy.

You are very beautiful
when you smile.

Come closer.

Come on.

Come on. Come... closer.

Everyone thinks
you're a good girl.

But I know what you are.

[sighs]

I'll see you soon...

my love.

[sighs]
Sid?

Alfie.

What was all that about?

My Sandra's a good girl,
but she's young for her age.

You know what I mean?

That young man come
in the pub the other week.

She smiled at him,
as she does.

He just took it
the wrong way.

Now he won't leave
the poor girl alone.

And he's a right wrong'un.

I mean, he's done
horrible things.

Well, it's your pub.
Tell him to sod off.

I would.
His name's Jason.

His mum's sister's married
to the Man from Whitechapel.

Ah.

Who's the Man
from Whitechapel?

We don't say his name.

He's not a good man.

No bother who he is.

Pennyworth Security

can sort you out.

Can you, Alfie?

Can I what?

If you knew someone
who knew someone,

you know, from a distance...

You want to blot the man?All right,
keep your voice down.

Just saying, I'll pay what
it costs, if you know someone.

I don't know anybody like that.

Well, if blotting's
a non-starter,

let Alfie have a quiet
chat with the lad.

[scoffs]
A quiet chat?

DAVEBOY:
You've not heard
Alfie blather?

Birds out of trees,
knickers off nuns.

Is that true, Alfie?

No. He's exaggerating.

Look, I'm desperate.

If there's anything
you can do,

I'll make it worth your while.

I know she was
being too friendly.

But she was bringing
in the punters, weren't she?

The missus,
may she rest in peace,

she would have put
a stop to it.

But I never did.

[sighs]
If something bad happens
to her now,

I'll top meself.

DAVEBOY:
What's the matter with you?

Now that was a job.

The Man from Whitechapel
runs the East End.

You don't know what he does
to people who disrespect him.

Who cares?

I'm trying to build
a nice business,

so I can settle
down and have kids.

Suicide missions are
not part of the plan.

Alfie, you have forgotten
who you are.

You are SA fucking S.

And now you're scared

to say some cunt's name?

Qui fucking Audet, Alfie.

Qui fucking Audet.

Snap!
Ooh!

Too fast for me, George.

A snap wizard, you are.

Where's my winnings, then?

I'm embarrassed now.

Bet's a bet, Bet.

Very droll.

All right, then.

Just the one, mind.

And no hanky-panky.

You've been a good friend
to me, George.

I'm very grateful.Well,

been nice getting to know you.

Bless.

Come here.

JOHNNY:
Bite me, woman,

stab me, but I beg of you, don't

cry at me.

Don't cry? Don't cry?

Fuck you, Johnny.

I would drown you
in my tears

if I could.
I would kill you.

You can't, my love.

You can't kill a man twice.

Who am I, damn it?!

ESME:
Who are you? Who am I?!

You don't love me.
You can't even see me!

You're blind, Johnny!

Blind.

[applause]

[excited chatter]
WOMAN:
Bravo!

[applause continues]

MAN:
Excellent!
MAN 2:
Bravo!

MAN 3:
Bravo!

MAN 4:
Well done!

[indistinct chatter]

Was the play any good?

I couldn't tell
you, Inspector.

Esme was good.

Theatre buff, are you?

Frightfully secret police
of me, I know.

I apologize, but, um,
I have a question for you.

I answered a thousand questions
for your mob already.

You can read my statement.I read it.

Doubtless you noticed

that one very obvious question
wasn't asked.

They didn't ask if Lord Harwood
named any other conspirators.

They didn't want to know.

Not on the record.

Off the record,
I dowant to know.

Yeah, I want to
know something, too.

What's happened
to Bet Sykes?

We've had no word.

I should hope not.

She doesn't exist anymore,

not officially.

You don't need
to worry about her.

Well, I am worried.

She's hanging under a hood
for the Longbrass murder

next bank holiday.

Good to know.You don't.

Hmm. Harwood
didn't name anybody.

Of course.

Not that stupid.

Never mind.
Worth asking.

Oh, uh, while I have
your ear, old chap.

It's just possible

that some rather shady people
may approach you.

First contact will be
a damn nice fellow,

probably somebody

you know and trust.

He'll come
with an attractive proposition.

A noble and lucrative
proposition, you might think.

If and when this fellow appears,

perhaps you might let me know.

I can tell you
some interesting things

about the organization
he represents.

Why don't you just tell me now?

Have they approached you
already?

No.

If they don't approach you,

I've told a civilian something

he doesn't need to know.

ESME:
Alfie!

See you, Inspector.

Break a leg.

Hey, that was brilliant, Ez!

Really good. You look
like a film star.

Tosh. Truly, was it any good?

There was people crying.
Blokes. I saw 'em.

No.Yeah.

[rhythmic creaking][man grunting]

[grunting continues]

[sighs]

[panting]

Egg and cress all
right for you, is it?

Smashing.

Before you go...

[groans softly]

Be a love,
put stamps on 'em, pop 'em

in a letter box for me.

You know I can't do that.

You can.
I can't.

You can't fuck the prisoners,
but you've been doing that.

That's different.
How?

It's my word against
yours, isn't it?

No, it's not.

Happen doctors

these days can tell
whose spunk is whose.

True fact.

Read it in the Sundays.

Modern science, eh?

Bloody amazing.

Give me that.

I've got more.

Tub of spunk you are,
aren't you, George?

Big fat sex fiend.[sighs]

I'll tell the warden
you sent me letters before.

That's aiding a
traitor, that is.

Rack and the gibbet for you.

Oh, God. Please don't make...

Shut up. Take 'em.

First class stamps, mind.

[man yelling, gunfire]

[high-pitched ringing]

ESME:
I'm a naive art student
having a tempestuous affair

with a brilliant,
angry young poet.

I'm trying to break
through his alienation.

MARY:
Oh, dear.

But it turns out all right
in the end, does it?

Oh, no. That would
be very bourgeois.

[footsteps approaching]

Mary's teaching me
how to make bread.

There's bread in
the corner shop.

Making bread is the sort
of thing every young woman

needs to know.

If she were ever
to marry someone.

What are you
doing tonight?

Can you come to
the play again?Again?

I'd love to.

I mean, I'll try,
but I'm busy tonight.

Oh.It's a job, actually.

My first one.
First proper one.

Oh, hooray! Hooray!

Alfie, that's smashing.
What's the job?

It's not dangerous, is it?

No, no.

No. Mediation.

That's what we call it
in the trade.

I'm so proud of you.

ESME: See? Things
are looking up.

Yeah, it's a start anyway.Well, if you can't

come to the play, why don't you
come to the party afterward?

It doesn't start
till 11:00.

Frightfully glamorous.

Hmm. I'll try.
Oh, come on.
It'll be a hoot.

I'll try.

[lively chatter,
laughter]

[chatter stops]

Where's Sandra?

Oh, she'll be along.

Pint of best?

[shouting]:
Sandra!

Ah. There you are.

Pint of best,

please, my dove.

What? Not a word for me?

Silence?

Sorry.

I was just thinking about
if the barrel needs changing.

Are you scared of me, Sandra?

I think you are,

but that's all right.

A little fear

is very sexy.[footsteps approaching]

ALFRED:
All right, Sandra?

Pint of best
when you're ready, love.

What's your name?

Alfred.

Oh. I'm Jason.

Jason Ripper.

All right, mate.

When's that pint
coming, love?

Local boy, are you, Alfred?I am.

But you don't know who I am?I do.

You just told me.

Jason Jason Ripper.

I'm gasping for a pint.

Come on.

Question for you... Alfred.

Go on, then.

Think carefully
before you answer.

Would you fuck your
mum to save her life?

That's a funny question.

Serious question.
It's very important.

Would you

fuck your mum
to save her life?

Yes or

no?

Now, your personal problems

are really none
of my business, Jason.

But your mum's been
lying to you.

Fucking her won't
cure anything.

[patrons exclaiming]

What the fuck are you doing
standing there for?!

Go get fuckin' after him!

[indistinct shouting]

[chuckles]

Ah. Jason.

This isn't gonna
end well for you, mate.

Now you promise to leave Sandra
alone, and we'll say no more.

Do what?

[laughs]:
San... Sandra?

Say you'll leave her alone,

and I'll let you walk away now.

You really are...

mental.

Not as mental as your mum.

All right, mate.

BAZZA:
Stop!

Dave!

Daveboy! Cool down.

[grunts]

[panting]

Sorry.

My uncle will have your
fucking guts for this.

Your fucking guts!
You're fucking dead!

You're fucking dead!

Who am I, damn it?

Who are you?
Who am I?

You don't love me.
You can't even see me!

You're blind, Johnny.

Blind.

[applause]

[jazz band playing
"Body and Soul"]

["Body and Soul" continues]

♪

[song ends]

That's a good trick.

Who are you?

How did you get in?

Don't mind me saying,
Mr. Ripper,

for a man of your stature,

you have
rubbish security.

Or perhaps you're good
at your job.

Perhaps a bit of both.

Anyway, here I am.

Alfred Pennyworth is my name.

I've known your name
since I were a baby, Mr. Ripper.

I hold you in
the highest respect.

I'm honored to meet you.

"Pennyworth Security
Management.

No job too big or small."

This some kind
of promotional stunt, is it?

You might say that.

I'd say more like a gesture
of goodwill and respect.

Oh, stop it.Darling, it was chemis...

Congratulations.Thank you.

MAN: I really
enjoyed...Oh. You're too kind.

Thanks very much.Darling, it was chemistry.

You can't fake
that sort of...Nonsense.

[lively jazz playing]

[grunts, coughs]

Don't you fucking move!

[panting quietly]

What's your name?

Jason.

No.

Your name...

is weasel.

You're a wriggling

little weasel.

I'm Jason Ripper!

[sniffs]
[whimpers]

I smell terror.

Do you know terror smells
different than fear?

We haven't even started.

You...

are going to break
like a twig.

What's...

your name?

Shall I get
the tools?

What do you say, weasel?
Shall he get the tools?

I'll leave Sandra alone.

Look, I'll-I'll never go
near her again, I swear.

Sandra?

We don't care about Sandra.

Who's Sandra?

What do you want?
What have I done?

I don't--
I don't even know you.

I'll get the tools.

[door creaks shut]

♪

Stunning work.

You were a revelation.

I'm Jeremy.

I'm waiting
for my boyfriend.

He's not an actor,
too, is he?

Never works.

No. He creeps up on people
in the night and kills them.

Okay.

[whimpering]

[objects crash]

[metallic scraping]

[whimpers]

[objects crash]

[frantic whimpering]

Please!

[objects crash]Last... chance.

[crying quietly]

What's... your...

...name?

Weasel.

I can't hear you.

[louder]:
Weasel.

"My name is weasel, sir!"

My name is weasel, sir!

Good boy.

Where are you from, weasel?

Wh-Wh-Whitechapel.

Who's Uncle John?

Hmm?

[breath trembling]

Who's Uncle John!?

J-John Ripper!J-J...

John Ripper?

The big man?

You work for him, yes?

[quietly]:
Yes.

He can't help you
now, can he?

No.Shh, shh, shh, shh.

[crying]

My boy, I want you to listen

to me very closely.

We don't give a fuck
about you.

We don't give a
fuck about you.

You're nothing.

Nobody.

[quietly]:
Shit.

We'll let you live...

if you tell us
about your Uncle John.

You want to live,
don't you!?Yes, sir, yes, sir!

Then tell us everything
you know about John Ripper!

Everything!

Say "yes."

Yes.Yes what!?

Yes, sir! Yes, sir,
I'll tell you everything, sir!

ALFRED:
That'll do.

My own flesh and blood.

[breath trembling]

I'm sorry.Stop sniveling.

If it wouldn't break

my sister's heart...

I'd skin you alive.

Break her heart?

Hasn't she seen enough horrors?

Oh, God.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Don't talk to me...

about God.

You're leaving London.

I don't care where you go.

[shuddering]If you come back...

I'll cut...

your face...

off.

[crying quietly]

[sobs]

Good luck, mate.

[door creaks shut]

Fuck!

[siren wails in distance]

[clock ticking]

SYKES:
Dear Esme,

hello again.

I hope you're
happy and healthy.

Yours truly
is keeping cheerful.

I'm writing to tell you

how much I enjoyed
our time together.

You're a beautiful
and special person.

If I were ever free,

I think we'd become
good friends.

Forgive and forget,
that's what I say.

Anyway...

be good.
Cheerio for now.

Your friend, Bet.

Kiss, kiss...

kiss.

I am intrigued.

What do you expect
me to do now?

I expect you'll be
angry with us.

It's only natural.

What's your game?

What it says
on the card.

Security management.

You're ex-soldiers.

From a good regiment.

Catering corps.

Cooks.

What did Jason do to you?

I asked him
to leave a girl alone,

and he wouldn't.Ah.

A hero.

Your sweetheart,
is she?

Just a job.

"No job too big
or too small."

I hope they
paid you well.

Tell me why I shouldn't
just toss you in that oven.

Well, I'm off
in a minute.

I expect I can find you.

I expect so.

Until you do, I'll be trouble
that you don't need.

And that's the last thing
I want to be.

Come.

Look upon a marvel.

These are the viscera.

I know.

Ah, of course. A cook.

Such subtle colors.

You find...

all sorts...

in the stomach.

Gold sovereign, once.

Bought Mother
a crocodile handbag.

What sort of trouble
are you going to be?

Comes in all shapes
and sizes, doesn't it?

This young man thought
hewas trouble.

Now he's offal.

Looking at all this

from the sunny side
of the street, Mr. Ripper,

we've both had
a result, haven't we?

My client's safe,

and you're rid of a weak link.

Nothing better than kidney pie.

[sniffs]

The faint tang of piss.

Let's sit down.

RIPPER:
A glass of wine?

No, thanks.

How did you know...

Jason was weak?

Only had to look at him.

Only a look?

He's a flincher.

Everybody knows Rippers
don't flinch.

It's not right.

Sort of a black mark against
the whole East End, isn't it?

I said to myself,
here's a chance

to do a good turn
for the guv'nor.

Out of...

goodwill and respect.

Exactly.

I had me own reasons,

of course.

The business hasn't
taken wing yet, to be honest.

And I knew this job to be
a gamble, but I thought

I needed to do something drastic
to get the business

off the ground.

No, you were hoping
I'd be amused by your front

and let you
walk away.

No. I was hoping
that you might let me operate

on your manor,
put the word about

I'm kosher.

Thinks he's

the business.

Lairy as fuck.

A shrewd judge of character,
hethinks.

I'll give him credit.

He's a brave punter.

Is he stupid or clever?

I can't tell.

Which is it?

That's a very good question.

[clacks][yells]

Which is it?

Stupid or clever?

Well, the safe money
would be on stupid.

But you've got to back yourself,
haven't you?

[footsteps approaching]

♪

[floor boards creaking,
doorknob rattling]

[door lock clicking]

[hinges creaking]

[door shuts]

My God.
Thank God it's you.

I am sorry. Are you all right?

Where have you been? It's 4:00.

Working.

What's wrong?

I nearly died.

Uh...

Oh, you poor love.

That must have been
a horrible shock.

Here. Come here.

Hey, it's okay.

Shh. Shh.

Hey.

I felt so scared and alone
without you here.

I'm sorry, Ez.

I'm sorry about Bet Sykes
and the whole dirty business.

Stop it.

You rescued me.

It's not dirty,
it's romantic.

Well, when you
put it like that...

[chuckles]

What's that on your jacket?

All over the back,
what have you got...?

No, it's mud.
Look, it's fine.

It's just mud.

I fell over.

♪

[food sizzling]

A letter, madam.

♪

SYKES:
Dear Peggy,

I hope you're well.

I'm sorry, but I'm writing

to say good-bye and God bless, 'cause, believe it or not,

I'm in the Tower
of bloody London

and the bastards
are scragging me next week

for something I did not do.

You've always been
a good sister to me.

I wish you health and happiness for the future.

Please remember me
when I'm gone.

Very best regards,
your loving sister, Bet.

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

[piano chord and notes play]

♪ I won't betray

♪ His trust

♪ Though people say

♪ I must

Nice one, Alfie.You're welcome, mate.

♪ True

♪ Just

♪ As long as he

♪ Needs me.

[applause, cheering]

On yourself, lass!

Good on ya, Alfie.

Oh, cheers, Jobbo.

Don't drink that.

It's horrible.

I had no idea you were
such a famous figure.

Aye, it's my local.

Everybody knows everybody.

They adore you. Did you save
someone's life or something?

They're just friendly people.

I'll be back in a tick.

Don't let that one
sit next to you.

Hands.

Alfie, words are not enough.

Yeah. That's true.

Oh. Right.

[chuckles]

Worth every penny, mate.

We'll say no more
about it. Shtum.

As the grave.

If anybody asks
about me, though,

you can just tell 'em

that you're
a satisfied customer.

Helps put my name about.

Gotcha.

Sands.
Thanks, Alfie.

Hey. You're welcome.

Thanks, Daveboy.

Aye.

God bless you.

[clears throat] Here ya are.Yep.

It's Lucifer's silver,
but to fuck with it.

Hey, Sid's no angel,
but he's not Lucifer.

Laugh and joke
as you may, Alfie.

But you know what path
we've taken.

You miserable sod.

Who said
who the fuck dares wins?

I got the nod
from the dark man himself.

You watch, business
is gonna take off like a rocket.

You watch.
I-I'm not saying
what you done was wrong,

I'm just saying what's what.

We've made a pact
with Satan, Alfie.

A pact with Satan.

Yeah. We've done that before.

Many a time.

Too many, maybe.

Hey, I can handle Ripper.

You keep smiling, sunshine.

♪

Not too rowdy for you?

No. It's marvelous.

[chuckles]

HARWOOD [quietly]:
Me.

Me.

Did you say something?

Me.

No, you'll have to speak up.

HARWOOD [exhales]: Me.

I'm the leader.

Me.

You are telling the truth,
aren't you?

On your honor
and so forth?

Shit-arse cocksucker.

[Prime Minister laughs]

You, James?

Leader of the Raven Society?

Extraordinary.

Hiding in plain sight, eh?

Oh, bally clever.

You want to stage a coup.
Run the country?

Brave and resourceful,
certainly,

but mad as a fucking hatter.

[snarls, spits]
Oh. Indeed.

Well, you've put me on
a damned sticky wicket.

Can't very well execute
a lord,

nor can I hold you
indefinitely.

Habeas bloody corpus,
all that rot.

Fuck your cunt mother.

Well, I've considered
the notion,

but the appropriate moment's
never really arisen.

[chuckles]

Still full of spirit,
eh, James?

Still plucky.

And good for you.

But it won't do, I'm afraid.

Send Lord Harwood

to the barbers.

They're to keep him alive...

...but break him.

[door closes]

I don't believe you.
That nice lady in pink?

On my life.

She looked quite respectable.

So do you.

That's not a very
kind thing to say.

No, I don't mean
that you're a brass.

You know all the better kind
of girls

are having sex
before marriage these days.

It's perfectly acceptable;
fashionable, practically.

No. I mean you look beautiful.
That's all.

It's the implication.

[imitating Esme]:
The implication.

Stop it.

What? You angry with me now?

Yes. I am, actually.

Good.

'Cause angry people are honest
and we need to talk.

Stop trying to change
the subject. Talk about what?

The future.

We-we don't know
what's coming, do we?

But, well, that's part of
the fun of it, not knowing.

Now, what I do know:

I know that you're a princess.

And I know
that I'd slay dragons for you,

that I'll always protect you,
I'll always respect you,

and I'll always love you
with all my heart.

♪

You have to say it.

Will you marry me?

[laughing]:
Yes. Yes, I will.

Here, put it on.

Did you practice that?

It was very good.

No. Just sort of
came out like that.

[church bell tolling]

[keys rattling]

♪

♪

[indistinct shouting]

[horse neighs]

♪

[cheering]

MALE ANNOUNCER [over speaker]:
Good afternoon, gentlemen.

And welcome to a special live
nationwide broadcast

from New Tyburn Gallows.

[indistinct shouting]

This programme is brought to you
by Her Majesty's

Courts of Chancery,
in collaboration with

the Greater London
Executions Brigade.

[shouts][cheering increases]

ANNOUNCER:
Sponsored by Mugital Tea,

a great British cup.

[door slams closed]

First up, James Savile. Rape.

Sodomy. Murder.

[cheering]

[spectators exclaiming]

[indistinct shouting]

Oh, my goodness.

ANNOUNCER:
Next up for the rope,
Peter Piper. Theft.

Roger Smith.

Murder. Assault.[door closes]

Matthew Johnson. Rape.

[cheering]

[spectators exclaiming]

ANNOUNCER:
...the fine men and women

of the Execution Brigade,
doing their...

♪

ANNOUNCER:
Thank you for keeping
England safe and civilized.

[muffled screaming]

[spectators cheering]

[muffled screaming]

ANNOUNCER:
And now the final execution
of the day.

Anonymous female prisoner.
Number 54.

For grand treason.

This is her.

All right?
It's all right.

[muffled screaming]

♪

[cheering]

[exclaiming]

It's done.

MARY:
Writing in hell forever.

Buggered by scaly demons.

[spectators continue cheering]

I'll put the kettle on.

[spectators continue cheering]

Fancy a pint?

Something good, sir.

[engine starts]

You all right?

Not too bad.

I'm that peckish, though.

Rubbish scran
in the Tower.

PEGGY:
Well, there's a Happy Eater
just past Luton.

A nice fry up'll do you good.