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PENNYWORTH #104
"Lady Penelope"
Closed Captioned

Mr. Pennyworth,
I'm Martha Kane.

How can I help you, Miss Kane?

MARTHA:
I need a driver-bodyguard.

Your advertisement says
"ex-military."

(yelling)

10,000 quid.

And she's got plenty
more work for us.

What's the bad news?

ALFRED:
She's a No-Name.

ESME:
I dreamt about Sykes all night.

I dreamt that she was waiting

for me at my bus stop
on Goodge Street.

(crowd shouting)

She thinks you're dead.
That's romantic, isn't it?

Coming back to life.

ALFRED:
Now you're doing well enough,

you'll be thinking
you're good enough for Esme.

Is that right?

"East is East,
and West is West,

and ne'er the twain..."

ALFRED:
I'm very much in love

with Esme, sir.

That's why I'm here--

to request your permission
to marry her.

I will disinherit her.

Do you understand?
Yes.

Yes, I will.

HARWOOD:
Tell the prime minister

I have seen
his last days coming.

For every ounce

of blood I spill, he will pay.

The nation will rise
in my name, and he will die.

(takes deep, gruff breath)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

(people clapping in distance)

(loud, raucous chatter)

Don't worry.

It'll be fine.

Come on.

(men laughing)

I'm-I'm sorry to bother you.
I beg your pardon.

MAN: How dare you!
Please, I'm so sorry
to bother you.

Get your bloody hands
off me.
Sir, madam.

You dirty, bloody tramp!

(panting, trembling)
Come on, let's go.

(sobbing quietly)

(sobbing continues)

Hello, mate.

Rough day?

Oh, you're...

you're a handsome old cove,
aren't you?

You-you could
strike pity

in a stone, you would.

What's your name?

No, no, no. No.
Don't worry, my dear.

(shudders)

You've met a fellow Christian.

Huh?
You fancy a cup of tea
and a sandwich?

Yeah?
(grunts softly)

Yeah, yeah,
course you do.

Come along with me.
Yeah?

Here.

You'll be as spry
as a lurcher.

Yeah? (grunts)

All right, come on.

Nice and slow.
That's it, that's it.

(chuckling):
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

("To Hell with Poverty!"
by Gang of Four playing)

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Ow! ♪

Inspector Aziz.

Lukewarm welcome.

You've got
an Old Bailey face on.

A word.

♪ In my arms, we shall begin ♪

♪ With none of the rocks,
well, there's no charge ♪

♪ In this land right now... ♪

You've disappointed me.

I thought
you'd talk to me

before making
any rash decisions.

Rash? Me?

Stroll on.

Working for a gang of violent
subversive fanatics isn't rash?

What fanatics are these?

You work for Martha Kane

who works for Thomas Wayne

who works
for the No-Name League.

First I'm hearing of it.

I could arrest you here and now
and see you hang by the weekend.

You could.

I hope you're about to tell me
why you won't.

You're a prize, Alfred.

Mark my words,

civil war is coming.

Look around you.

How many of these people
understand war?

How many of them
could command men in battle?

Well, that dancer there

could invade Russia
all on her own.

Me,

I'm not gonna command anybody,
in any battle, anywhere.

Everyone will have to
pick a side. That's the rules.

Not me.

I'm told Her Majesty
was quite struck by you.

She thought you... dashing.

Really?

Tell her I
fancied her, too.

Respectfully and that.

If not for her soft heart,

you, Mr. Bashford
and Mr. MacDougal

would already be
in shackles.

They're not in this.

You'd all be
much safer

if you worked for your queen.

Mm. She don't
pay very well.

Stop working against her...

or you'll all hang.

Message received.

Oh.

By the by,

how goes Esme?

Thriving, I trust?

She is.

What does she think about
your work for the No-Names?

Why do you ask?

Curiosity.

The policeman's vice.

Cheerio.

(doorbell buzzes)

(whispers):
Oh, fuck.

Is Mrs. Blake at home?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Blake moved
to the West Indies last year.

Jamaica?
No, Trinidad.

I have her new address
somewhere.

(chain lock clicking)

Good to meet you.

Thomas Wayne.
Martha Kane.

I've heard a great deal
about you, Miss Kane.

You're very well regarded
in the organization.

A little mysterious, but, uh...

Why is a nice American
society girl like you

mixed up with
the No-Name League?

Fighting somebody else's
dirty war.

I could ask the same of you.

Me? (chuckles)

It's complicated.

Me?

Simple: I get
bored easily.

I like excitement.

Oh, really?

An adventuress.

You strike me more
as the idealistic type.

Do I?

Well, a person can be both,
I suppose.

So, you're a Duke girl, huh?

Go, Demons.

Devils.

You?
Gotham.

I've never been.

Is it as scary as people say?

(scoffs)

Perfectly safe
and getting safer.

In 20 years,
Gotham will be

the Zurich
of the Eastern Seaboard.

Now...

the leadership
of the Raven Society

keep their identities
a secret.

They've recently elected
a new chief.

We need to know who that is.

There's a fellow
inside the Raven Society

who will tell us the new
leader's identity for a price.

You and Pennyworth are
to meet with this chap.

Details...

of your rendezvous...

and funds...

to be used
at your discretion.

And I will need you to sign...

for these.

The deal I made with
Pennyworth stipulated no guns.

And that was
the right deal to make.

Now... we reel him in.

If he balks...

offer him more money.

Whatever it takes.

He's worth it.

Or at least the League
thinks he is.

Street fighting
between left- and right-wing

criminal gangs
has resulted in three deaths

and numerous injuries.

The police say
the outlawed organizations

known as the Raven Society
and the No-Name League

are to blame for the violence.

Hang 'em all, I say.

Blackshirts, Redshirts,

they're all the bloody same.

Potless dossers.

That tasty Sherman
just walked in.

Hi.

Miss Kane. Hello.

Cola, please.

Cola for the lady.

How are things with you?

So-so. You, Miss Kane?

Fine. I have a job for you.

Sorry. I can't work
for you anymore.
Why not?

I'm getting married.
Mm. Congratulations.

How does that affect
our arrangement?

I've got to be safety-minded.

Married men can't mess about.

Hmm.

But they do.

That's a lot of money.

Marriage is expensive.

We'll manage.

It's too late
to back out now.

You're in too deep.

I'm impressed.

You went straight
for my throat,

no messing about.

Thank you.

Thing is, Miss Kane,

I lied about my reason
for quitting.

The police already gave me
a nudge about you.

It's too late to tell me
it's too late.

Oh.
You told me you
didn't know Thomas Wayne,

but he's your boss.
He isn't.

I mean, he wasn't.
He is now.

I didn't know him then.

The police know that?

Good thing for you
you're American.

You can scarper.
Sharpish if I were you.

This job I'm talking about has
no government angle at all.

The police won't object.

In fact, they'll
probably approve.

I said, good thing
you're American.

You can scarper.
Sharpish if I were y...

I heard you.
That's not happening.
Miss Kane...

Martha. Hmm.

I need your
help, Alfred.
Martha.

My old sergeant had five rules
for staying alive.

Rule number one:
don't be a hero.

Rule number two:
avoid heroes.

I'm no hero.
They all say that.

Have you ever tried
a Scotch egg?
No. Think about the money.

Rule number three:
don't think about the money.

You're making
these rules up.
Good sense is good sense.

Tell you what. We're
trying to get the name

of the new Raven
Society leader.

If we succeed,

I'll pay you
double that.

Cash on the nail.

One job.

Now I'm scared.

Because you know you're
going to say yes.

It's an egg inside a sausage

inside bread crumbs.

I don't know how they do it.

(panting, trembling)

(lock turns)

Hello, Ez.

(panting)

Now, first thing--

slowly... put the gun down

on that little table
just there.

Go on.

(continues panting)

Right.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

I've turned into
such a measly coward.

You can't say that.

I've seen you in action.
You're a she-wolf, Ez.

(laughs softly)

Gordon Bennett.

Didn't I say use this
only in the last resort?

It was the last resort.

Who's-who's Gordon Bennett?

Never mind him.
You could've killed me.

I heard a noise.

It was like someone
was listening outside the door.

Well, what sort of
noise did you hear?

Footsteps? Voices?
No.

It wasn't so much of a noise
as a huge, terrible silence,

as if someone was standing
outside the door just breathing.

I know that feeling.
It's scary.

(whispers):
Yes.

But it's your imagination.

I know. I know.

(chuckles softly)

Here, sit down.

(sighs)

Now, I'm thinking, Ez...

I've got a big job on
soon, long hours.

I don't want you worried.

Why don't you stay
with Mum and Dad?

Aren't you on non-speakers
with your father?

Wouldn't that be awkward?

Well, you can be
my flag of truce.

And Mum'll be
happy as a clam.
Really?

She'll be showing you off
to the neighbors

like you're color telly.

("Am I the Same Girl"
by Dusty Springfield playing)

I told you, I've got
a client next door.

Turn that rubbish down.
I turned it down.

Yeah, and then you turned it
back up again,

didn't you?
Give it here.

♪ Stop and look me over... ♪

(sighs)

I'm not gonna chase you.

I'm not gonna
get angry.

(takes deep breath)

So don't try and make me.

♪ Why don't you stop
and think it over... ♪

(turns off music)

Thank you.

I'm bored.

That's because you won't
be a grown-up, and, uh...

read a book, have a wank;
just don't interfere

with my job of work.
Call that a
job of work?

Flogging an old fool
with a candle up his arse?

Bloody cheek.

You who hasn't earned
a farthing for how long?

Brass.
That's all you care about.

And here's me,

fresh from the bastard gallows.

You want me out earning?

And who put you
on them gallows?

You did, you daft bitch.

And who got you
off 'em?

I did. Me.

Show some respect.

("Am I the Same Girl" resumes)

(clicks off music)

(gasps)

(grunts)

Clean yourself up.

♪ Same girl
whom you hurt so? ♪

♪ I'm the one you hurt ♪

♪ And I'm the one you need... ♪

(gasps, groans)

(music stops)

(choking)

(gasping inhale)

(coughing)

Shh.

(panting quietly)

(whispers):
Behave.

(door opens, closes)

This ceiling must be
like an old friend.

That damp stain there...

Mm-hmm.
...is called Bodger.

(laughs)

That's Aunt Madge
chasing a giraffe.

Mm-hmm.

And that one...

well...

I couldn't tell
you what that is.

(laughs)

Oh.

I say.

(moaning, gasping
and thumping in distance)

Don't you say a word.

I won't.

Or you.

Take that wistful look
off your gob.

(exhales)

(whispers):
Shut up.

(moaning and thumping continue)

(footsteps approaching)

Morning, Mr. P.

He's trying
to make sandals.

(chuckles)
I, uh...

I hope the accommodations
weren't too humble

for you, Esme.

No, it was jolly cozy.

Ah. I think this is the
first time we've had

a young, unmarried
female stay the night.

An auspicious
occasion.
Don't start.

I'm telling you,
don't start.
I think

this calls for the,
uh, good china.

Good morning, Esme.
Morning.

He thinks he's being funny.

Breakfast is ready
as soon as his nibs

has watched the news.
Not for me, Mum.
Job on.

Dad, be nice to Esme.

I'll be back tonight,

or tomorrow early, maybe.

You got a
clean hanky?

Yeah, I do.

Will you call me?

Haven't got rehearsal,
so I'll be here all day.

I'll try.

(door opens, closes)

MAN (over speaker):
The foundation and the love

that is Jesus Christ,
our Savior.

The sin of the world...

(man continues indistinctly)

He'll be carrying a
dozen white roses.

I don't mean to pry,
Miss Kane,

but does that gun in your bag
have a round chambered?

The safety's on.

I had a mate called Robbo.

Everybody has a good laugh
when his name comes up,

'cause his last words were:
"The safety's on."

I take your point.

Over there.

Wake up, mate.

You'll miss
your train.

Bollocks.

(gasps) The darkness.

The darkness. The darkness.

Hold on.

You're gonna be
all right.

Hold on.

Oh, my God.

There you go.

Go on, sleep it off.

We've all been there.

Come on.

What now, miss?

I'm trying to work that out.

Who did him in,
do you think?
He was gonna take us

to the new leader
of the Raven Society.

So the Ravens were
ahead of you.

What's in his wallet?

MARTHA:
Huh.

(train whistle blows)

(man makes indistinct
announcement)

(man blows whistle)

(train whistle fading)

(man whistling melody)

(whistled melody continues)

(whistled melody continues)

(whistling stops)

Well, that was shit.

(train whistle blows)

I'm afraid this will
be a goose chase.

To be frank, I have no idea
where to start looking.

Well, we won't need to look;
they'll be out looking for us.

Right.

Well, I guess that's so.

Then we'll catch one
and persuade him to cooperate.

That simple.

What if they catch us?
Well, then I expect

they'll take us to their leader,
won't they? We can't lose.

You're, uh, taking the
piss now, aren't you?

Taking the mickey, miss.

I wouldn't take the piss
of a client.

I like to know
the local customs.

Where I'm from, it's
considered rude to mock people.

Where are you from,
if you don't mind me asking?

Long story.

Right.

Your dad was a soldier.

A lifer.

Never understood those blokes.

Ten years was
more than enough for me.

(brakes squealing)

I think if you stay in too long,
you start to lose yourself.

(train whistle blows)

This is us.

♪ ♪

(footsteps nearby)

Where are you off to?

What do you care?

Oh, don't be like that.

I care a lot.
You know I do.

Handsome is as handsome
does, isn't she?

I know when
I'm not wanted.

Where are you going?

I'm off to London, and
I'm not coming back.

So goodbye.

London? Don't be daft.

Come on, Bet.
We're sisters, eh? Bet?

Do you like marmalade, Esme?

Mmm. I do.

It's scrumptious.
(chuckles)

I expect you, uh...
I expect

you think the Scots
invented marmalade.

I've heard that's the case.

Rubbish.

Marmalade is Portuguese.

ESME:
Oh.

MR. PENNYWORTH:
I ask you,

oranges don't grow in Scotland,
now, do they?

(chuckles):
I should think not.

And in Lisbon...

what do you suppose
they call a large iron pot?

(chuckles):
I don't know.

In Lisbon, Esme,
they call

a large iron pot...

a marmalado.

(laughs)
No.

(chuckles)
I rest my case.

Stunning you with his
Portuguese marmalade, is he?

I'm sure Mr. P is right.

Some, uh, kidneys, Esme?

Um...

Don't, Esme, love.

No one likes 'em, except Mr. P.

I've cooked a million, and
they're wrong'uns every time.

I disagree.

They're just right.

(chuckles)

(groaning)

What's that?

ALFRED:
A maypole.
What's it for?

Wouldn't like to say,
miss, to a lady.

Pretend I'm not a lady.

It's for sex
orgies, miss.

You're kidding me.

Very set in their ways,
these country people.

Hey, would you
look at that?

MARTHA:
"The Darkness Tea Rooms."

Hmm.

(bell clanging)

Morning, all.

(door closes)

Welcome.

Please take a seat.

What can I get you?

Lovely little place
you have here.

We like to think so, sir.

Odd name.

The Darkness Tea Rooms.

Dark-Ness. It's my name.

Ah, of course.

We will have...

a pot of Darjeeling.

And, um, should we have
crumpets?

Sure.
Let's have crumpets.

Darjeeling and crumpets.

I bring up the name...

Mrs. Dark-Ness,
because there's

a sad story goes with it.

We were supposed

to meet a man
this morning

at Paddington Station.

Only when we met him,
he'd been stabbed.

He died, right there
in front of us.

And he only said one thing
before he went.

"The darkness,"

he said.

"The darkness."

Isn't that
a strange coincidence?

I'll get your tea.

Hmm.

Hmm.

That was very direct.

Best way usually, miss.

Please call me Martha.
I hate "miss."

Yes, miss. Martha it is.

Now what?

Their move.

But so when the shit
hits the fan,

what should I do?

Switch off the
fan, I suppose.

Or stand behind
something shit-proof.

I completed
the U.S. Marine Corps Reserve

Combat Training program
at Fort Benning.

I can handle myself.

You leave the rough
stuff to me--

if it occurs, which it
might not. Hopefully.

(rattling)

(rattling)

Thank you.

(exhales)

Should we drink that?
I mean, she could have put

knockout drops in it
or something.

Poison the tea?

Never.

The Raven Society
might be a bad lot,

but they're not
bloody Italians.

I expect her boss

will find his boss,
and then they'll send

a few gunmen
to fetch us.
A few?

We only need one.

(sighs)

Hmm.

So, you're getting married.

Who's the lucky woman?

I'm not sure how
lucky she is.

Sorry. Is that
a rude question?

She doesn't know I'm mixed up
with all this sort of carry-on.

So, you know. Bring
her up and I wobble.

I understand.

Esme. The name's Esme.

She's an actress.

An actor.
Mm.

Have you got a picture?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Oh.
(chuckles)

Oh, she looks kind,

gentle.

Yeah.

I don't deserve her.

I expect she feels
the same way.

Vice versa, I mean.

Nah.

Women don't think
like that, do they?

Oh.
(chuckles)

Don't we?

Ah, a woman knows her worth.

I mean, they do.
You do, don't you?

A man has to find out.

Wow.

You're a genuine
old-fashioned sexist.

I'm not sure what
a sexist is, miss.

But if they're what they
sound like, I'm not one.

Strictly a one-woman
man, I am.

(snorts)
What?

She's a lucky woman.

You've made me feel guilty now.

Ah. This, uh, was
a 50-place service

in honor
of His Grace Baron Rutland,

on the occasion
of his 60th birthday.

(chuckles softly)
It's a gorgeous table.

Mm.
It's formal and yet
lyrical somehow.

Oh.

Thank you, Esme.

Yes, I was, um...

I was quite satisfied
with that one.

(chuckles)

Ah. Yes,
this was a-a less

formal table
for the French ambassador.

(chuckles softly)
Mr. P,

this might be frightfully
boring for you,

and you have to say no

if you'd prefer
not to, but...
Mm.

would you consider helping
me to plan our wedding?

It's just that I do so want
a day to make Alfie proud.

And, to be honest with you,
it's all quite daunting.

And you have such a gift.

(chuckles)
I-I'd be, um...

I'd be happy and honored
to assist you, Esme.

(phone ringing)

Mother!

Telephone!

Right, I've got ears.

(clears throat)

Hello?

Hello, Mum. Can't chat.

Is Esme there?
Oh, hello, love.

How are you?

You sound ever so close.

Where are you?
Did you take your mac?

'Cause it looks like rain again.
Mum.

All right.
Yes, sir, Mr. Bossy Boots.

Right away.

On the job, he says.

Only got a minute.

No time to waste
on his mum.

Hello, darling.

Hello, Ez. Just checking in.

Thank you.
How's the job?

Oh, you know. The usual.

Everybody still friendly,
I hope?

Yeah, we're having
a lovely time.

Your dad's just a big
teddy bear, really, isn't he?

A teddy bear?
You in the right house?

Oh, ha-ha. Oh, oh,
do you have a shade of white

that you particularly like?

A shade of white? No.

Yes, I'm going to the flat today
to look at colors.

Oh, are you? All right.

That's good. Colors are good.

Listen, I've got to go.

On the job.

When are you--
when are you back?

Hard to tell.
Look, stay at Mum's.

Love you.

(shotgun racks)

(high-pitched ringing)

Esme, do tell him when
you've seen enough.

Mr. P said he'd help us
with the wedding plans.

Oh, did he?

That's very nice,
I'm sure.

Don't sulk!

You can help, too!

Crikey, I've upset her now,
haven't I?

Come on out
of there, you!

Don't use that tone of voice
with me, thank you.

And I wasn't sulking.

I'm so sorry, Mother.

I should have asked
you first, of course.

Will you help as well?

Please?

(chuckling)

(sniffling)

(bell jingling)

I feel like I've got
her on my clothes...

and in my hair.

(panting)

Oh, Jesus.
This way.

♪ ♪

(grunting)

♪ ♪

(gasps)

(grunting)

(panting)

(jangling)

(panting)

It's okay.

(grunting)

(shouts)

(grunting)

(shouting)

(groaning)

Fuck off.

(grunting)

(grunts)
(groans)

Shit.
(panting)

(animals bleating in distance)

(sniffling, panting)

(grunts)

(panting)

You're all right.

A few stitches.

We'll find
a doctor...

and we'll get
you home.

(grunts)
(sniffles, groans softly)

(panting)
(grunts)

Fuck!

Hey, we're alive
and walking about.

That's a result.

Mm, this whole operation's
been a horrible failure.

(sniffles)

The League will likely
throw me out.

(panting)
In the real Army,

you can fail as
much as you like--

they'll never throw you out.

There'd be nobody left.

But that is the real Army.

The No-Name League
is not just a pretend army.

It's not just soldiers
who can fight.

(groans softly)

Never mind fighting.
Can you walk?

Of course I can.

You need to find
yourself a doctor.

I saw a hospital
near town.

I'll deal with
this other mob.

(sniffles)

Now let's go.

(grunts)

Which way?

(birds chirping)

Hello. What seems
to be the trouble?

My leg.

Oh, yes.

Dear me. I'll have
to call the doctor.

If you'll come this way,
please, minding the carpet.

(sniffles)

How do you do, young lady?

Frances Gaunt.
Margo.

Margo Keen.

Ah.

So, what happened, Miss Keen?

(water running)
Well, I'm afraid I walked
through a glass door.

A glass door?
(chuckles): How bizarre.

Why would anyone have
a glass door?

Uh, well, it was more of a
French window sort of thing.

French window.
For God's sake. How absurd.

I want a door
or I want a window,

not a half-baked compromise.

(laughs)

Now let me see.

(exhales)

Is it bad?

No.

Not really.

Eight or nine stitches.

(whimpers softly)

Now, this is
an anesthetic

to dull the pain
while I'm stitching.

You'll feel a not
unpleasant wooziness.

(whimpers softly)

There we are. Good girl.

Will there be a scar?

A little one, maybe.

(chuckles softly)

Adds character.

But I don't want a scar.

(exhales)

My mom had a scar...

...where she...

Scar...

Nurse Dawson!

Fair cop.

I'm tired of running.

Hey. Steady on!

There's no need for that!

You caught me!
You're bloody heroes!

(groans)
Fuck's sake!

Calm yourself!

(handcuffs clicking)
(groaning)

(grunting)

You calm yourself.

(groans)
That's
for Mrs. Darkness,

you callous murdering bastard.

Yeah, I'm very sorry about her.

It was unfortunate.
(sniffles)

Now, listen, you need to take me
to the guv'nor of your mob.

I have a message for him.

(chuckles)
(chuckles)

Here's a message.

(groans) You better stop
that right now, mate.

Fuck off. Stop what?
(sniffles)

You fucking done an old woman
for no fucking reason,

you filth.

How about we go
and shoot your mum in the face?

Now, that's enough.

Or what?

(shouts)

For fuck's sake!
(groaning)

I'm trying to do business here,
like we're professionals.

Do you understand
me? Business.

Now stop fucking about and
take me to your guv'nor.

Snared, eh?

The ruthless hunter
killer at bay.

We're gonna roast you alive
on a bonfire, old chap.

Cheer up the troops?
That sort of thing?

Yes.

You have
a message?

You are Raven Society,
aren't you?

Not some other similar
jackboot mob?

There's a lot of you about
these days.

We are the Raven
Society, yes.

Then, yes,

I have an important message
for your guv'nor.

From the No-Name League.

Go on.

Are you the guv'nor, sir?

For your
purposes, yes.

Yeah, no.

I need to see the real guv'nor.

The real guv'nor doesn't
see the likes of you.

Then the real guv'nor
doesn't get the message.

Not being difficult, sir.

Just following orders.

(sighs)

(knocks)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Don't stand up yet, my dear.
You'll be very dizzy.

Uh, what happened?

You fainted.
Blood loss. All's well.

Nine stitches
and a small, charming scar.

You're jolly lucky
it wasn't much worse.

French windows, you say?

So stupid of me.
(chuckles)

Um... my clothes?

In the laundry.

They were sordid.

Tea?

Earl Grey
or herbal?

Yes, please. Whatever
you're having.

I'm having gin.

Herbal, then.

Well, what's the message?

You're not the man in charge.

Yes, I am.

How would you
know, anyway?

I can see your shoes.

Third-in-command
at best, sir.

I need to parley
with your big chief, the leader.

What's his name again?

I don't think you have
a message for the leader.

I think you're just delaying the
punishment that's coming to you.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Your call.

You're very confident
for a dead man.

Only a fool wouldn't kick
this ball upstairs.

(Martha and Gaunt laughing)

So glad we crossed paths.

New faces are
a rare treat out here.

One sees the same tedious
characters again and again.

(chuckles) I can imagine.

(chuckles) I've dined at
every house in the county.

I've seen false lintels.

Spiral stairs. Bidets.

(both laugh)

I've seen monstrous things.

But I've never seen
a French window.

Where were you?

That's funny.

Um...

I must-- I must be still woozy.

I forget the family's name.

I hadn't met them before.
Friends of friends.

Of course, you're still woozy.

You need iron.
Drink your tea.

Nurse Dawson!

Uh, bring Tanya,
would you?

MARTHA:
Um...

Do you think my clothes
are dry by now?

You won't be needing them.

No?

No, you and another
young man

were sent here to
find and assassinate

the leader of the
Raven Society.

I can't very well
let you walk away.

Excuse me?

You killed poor Mrs. Darkness
for no reason

and injured several good people,
and to cap it all,

you came stumbling
right to my door.

(chuckles) Amazing.

What are you talking about?

It's me you're looking for.

I'm the new leader
of the Raven Society

that you came here to kill.

Um... (panting)

I'm sorry, Doctor,

but you've made a mistake.

That or, uh,
you're mentally unwell.

I don't know, b-but I'm going.

Oh, don't exert yourself.
You'll faint.

Bring me my clothes!

Your clothes have been burnt.

I didn't seek
this honor.

No, but after poor
Jimmy Harwood's sad end,

none of the men would step up,
so here I am, God help me.

Trying to save this wretched
country from the likes of you.

Me?
Soft-hearted,

liberal idealist do-gooders.

I guess that is me.

I think you exaggerate my power.

I feel jolly tempted to let you
go along your merry way.

But, alas, you killed
one of our people.

And a woman in charge
must not look soft.

I have to set
a stern example.

My colleague knows I'm here.

What'll he do? Call the police?

Launch an assault?

(chuckles)

What's your real name?

Does it matter?
Of course it does.

Not to me. To you.

But don't be alarmed
or squeamish.

Do you know this woman?

No, no, g-give her
a proper look. Do you know her?

No, it's not
a trick question.

We don't know her, either.

We call her Tanya
because she looks Russian.

Oh, now, are you sure
you don't know her?
Yes.

Yeah, well, I ask everyone
if they know her.

She was a brave young woman.

Tried to kill me, like you.

She wouldn't
tell us anything.

Not even her name.
No matter what was done to her.

She deserves to be buried
decently, by her own people.

So I keep her like this
for now.

Don't you think your family
would want to know

what had happened to you?

Your name.

My name is Martha.

Martha Kane.

Pleasure to meet you, Martha.
(knocking on door)

Come in.

Madam Leader, forgive
the intrusion.

We caught the other spy.

He says he has a message
from the No-Names,

for your ears only.

(grunts)

MARTHA:
Hello, Alfred.

Who's that?
Do I know you?

The jig's up.
They know my name.

They know everything.

Oh. Okay.

That's not good.

You all right?

(scoffs) Been better.

Good day to you,
young man.

Alfred, is it?

Who are you, now?

Frances Gaunt.
Leader of the Raven Society.

Get out. A woman?

No wonder you're a secret.

Don't be an ass.

Is she really the guv'nor?
Seems so.

Oh, well, then, excuse
my impertinence, madam.

How did you get here?

She's the doctor.

Ah. Bollocks.

So, do you have
a message for me?

What?
A message

from the No-Name leadership.

Oh, yeah. No.

I made that up.
No message.

You bastard.
(grunts)

Steady on.

Fair play, you wouldn't
even have me here

if I hadn't let myself
get caught.

Now, why would you do that?

I get paid a lot more money
if we succeed.

Seemed worth the risk.

Now, Miss Martha,
Fort Benning now.

(grunting)

(screams)

Oh, e-excuse me,
if it's all the same to you,

would you mind doing that
facing me?

I like to see things clearly.

God blind me, what do you
take me for? The bloody Hun?

Well, you killed
Mrs. Darkness.

That was an accident.

I'm very sorry about that.

We were told to find out
your name. That's all.

We're not like you.

We don't kill
and torture people.

My dear,

despite your courage,
you are a complete fool.

Yeah, anyway...
ticktock, job done.

Give us a car

and a couple of bottles
of beer, and we'll be off.

Today in Berlin,
Reich Chancellor Braun

signed a power-sharing agreement
with the Dutch senate

that will allow the Netherlands
partial autonomy
(snoring)

within the German Reich.

Chancellor Braun personally
guarantees the pact.

In home news, teenage pop fans
nationwide were stunned

to learn that Cliff Richard
and the Shadows are breaking up

to pursue separate careers.

Her Majesty's Minister
for Culture

has not yet issued a state...

(footsteps approaching)

I haven't counted it.

Well, if you can't trust
loony underground radicals,

who can you trust?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Mmm.
(exhales)

You enjoyed yourself
today, didn't you?

Well, mission accomplished,
no broken bones,

cash money--
that's enjoyable.

I mean you enjoyed
being close to death.

Death? Give over.

We were close to Swindon.
That's bad enough.

Everything's funny to you.

It's a sort of compulsion,
isn't it?

I had a mate called Spanish.

He used to say life's either
a comedy or a tragedy,

and you have to choose one
or the other.

I prefer having a laugh.

I'll drink to that.

Comedy.

You were very game today,
if I may say so, Miss Martha.

Very game.
(laughs)

Your bosses will be making you
a captain or something.

Hmm.

I doubt that.

The politics of it all
are still quite... murky to me.

Well, murky's not good.

Why are you mucking about
with these people?

It's a long story.

You've got a lot
of long stories.

You have to believe
in something.

Do you?
Hmm.

Not me.

You like to say that.

You know it's not true.

Oh, you see right through me,
can you?

No.

You're quite mysterious.

Hmm.

You said something
that stuck with me.

You said my
father was lying.

You said all soldiers
have nightmares.

"Lying" is the wrong word.

I'm sure your dad
was an honest man.

(laughs)

He made pancakes
with faces on them,

dressed as a pirate
at Halloween.

(laughing)

That kind of a dad.

Happy. Mm-hmm.

And then he died
in a car crash.

And he was an
excellent driver.

In my experience,

it's your excellent drivers
are the ones that crash.

Overconfidence.

Anyway, I...

I'd better be going.

I'd, um...

You'd better be going.

Yeah.
(clears throat)

(exhales)

Well, it was a pleasure
working with you, Miss Kane.

Best of luck subverting
the state and all that.

Best of luck to you,
too, Alfred.

(laughter
and indistinct chatter)

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much.

Hey, look at this.

Want a biscuit, yeah?

Yeah?
Call.

(whines)
Oh, good boy,
good boy.

Yeah, that's...
yeah, yeah, good.

("God Save the Queen"
playing on TV)

(snoring quietly)

ESME:
Alfie, I got the sudden urge
to choose paint.

I'll be back by 11:00
at the latest.

If you get back in time,
come and help me.

Love you, Esme.

♪ Your eyes ♪

♪ The look ♪

♪ Your heart ♪

(keys jingling)

♪ Can't disguise ♪

(door unlocking)

♪ The look ♪

♪ Of love ♪

♪ Is saying so much more ♪

♪ Than just words
could ever say ♪

♪ And what my heart has heard ♪

♪ Well, it takes
my breath away ♪

♪ I can hardly wait
to hold you ♪

(gasps)
♪ Feel my arms around you ♪

♪ How long I have waited ♪

♪ Waited just to love you ♪

(choking)
♪ Now that I ♪

♪ Have found you ♪

♪ You've got the look ♪

♪ Of love ♪

♪ It's on your face ♪

♪ A look... ♪

Esme!

Esme.

Ez.

(crying)

(sobbing)

(sobbing):
Ez.

No.

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