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Mr. Wayne.

My card.

Pennyworth Security.

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 S.A. fucking S.

Hey, sit down, Spanish.

The No-Name League are fools

who want to overthrow
the government

and set up a socialist utopia.

For the Raven Society,

they're lunatics
who want to overthrow

the government to set up
a fascist utopia.

Who is the leader

of the Raven Society?

I'm the leader.

Send Lord Harwood to...

the barbers.

They're to keep him alive.

But break him.

What does your father do?

He's a vicar of Salisbury.

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

'Cause he's bloody tedious.

Will you marry me?

Yes. Yes, I will.

What's happened to Bet Sykes?
We've had no word.

You don't need
to worry about her.

Well, lam worried.

She's hanging under a hood

for the Longbrass murder
next bank holiday.

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Well...

I'll be off.

It was a pleasure
to meet you, my lord.

You played a...

thankless innings
with a damn straight bat,

if I may say so.

That's kind of you.

Tell the prime minister

I have seen
his last days coming.

For every ounce of blood
I spill, he will pay

tenfold.

The nation will rise in my name,

and he will die
in hellish torment.

You tell him.

Will-will you...
will you tell him that?

You tell him!

The country...

will rise in my name!

True what they say.

You really can have
too much fun.

My go, Alfie.

I...

I'm fresh as a daisy.

Shh, shh.

Sounded like a jeep.

Every bastard's got jeeps.

Fall in,
you useless fucking shower!

Mr. Pennyworth, Your Worship.

Alfred.Sir.

Thank you.

I hope you don't mind
orange pekoe.

No, sir.

So, young man...
we meet at last.

Well...

I've gleaned one or two snippets
about you from my, daughter,

but you must tell me
about yourself, Alfred.

Well, I'm-I'm 26.

Born in Poplar.

My father's a butler.

Go on.

I spent ten years in the army.

Out East, mostly.

Demobbed last year.

I run my own security business.

You make no mention
of your emotional life.

Church of England, sir.

No funny business.

I'm glad to hear it.

I was thinking of Esme.

I'm very much in love
with Esme, sir.

That's why I'm here.

To request your permission
to marry her.

If she'll have me, sir.

Ten years in the army?

Changes a man, I should think.

Hardens him.

Brutalizes him.

It cando that.

But a man can keep changing,

don't you think, sir?

That's my plan, anyway.

With Esme's support, I hope.

A woman's love is indeed the
great engine of our salvation.

The mirror of his grace.

Tell me, Alfred, have you
fathered a child on my daughter?

No, sir.

Well, there's a blessing
at any rate.

Esme is my only child.

So much like her dear mother.

Such a graceful, luminous girl.

A dancer.

But...

from a young age...

she was always fascinated
by the dark side of life.

Gruesome murders,
famous criminals,

girls saved

from brutal ravishment

by strapping young heroes,
and so forth.

The carnal vices possess her.

She blames me, of course.

And of course, I-I blame
myself, but, um...

clergymen's daughters
are famously wayward.

Let me be blunt, Alfred.

I know my daughter's
proclivities.

She likes the fact
that you've killed people.

You satisfy her adolescent
revenge fantasies.

If she loves you...

she loves the animal in you.

There is no...

animal in me, sir.

There's an animal in all of us.

Don't you think?

Esme is a young lady
of good family.

You are the child of servants,

without means or education.

That, young man,

is no foundation
for a good Christian marriage.

Only squalid misery can result

from such a union.

I will disinherit her.

Do you understand?

Thank you for your time.

Good day to you, madam.

You'll be Mrs. Spicer?

I am. Be a love

and tell Lulu I'm here.

Lulu?

There's no one here called Lulu.

There is, you know.

It didn't go well,

I assume.

I told you it wouldn't.

Why didn't you tell me
you were an heiress?

I look after myself.

He has money. So what?

What did he say?

He said I'm the child
of servants

and you're a lady,

and only sordid misery
can follow from such a union.

Pompous bastard. I knew it.

Well, he's not wrong.
I amthe child of servants.

Do stop it.

You know bloody well you're not.

I-I mean... you are,

but you're so much
more than that.

Alfred, we don't
need his blessing.

I'm not a child.

He said he'll disinherit you.

As if I care.

I told him years ago to
stuff his bloody money.

You should care.

That's your future.

You're my future.

How can we get married?

Wouldn't be right.

Not without
your father's blessing.

Fuck his blessing.

You wanted to meet the
bastard, and now you have.

I don't care what he says.

Why do you care?

He said what you love...

is the animal in me.

He said you like
that I've killed people

because of your
revenge fantasies.

Revenge, he said?

Typical.

He'sthe animal... an animal
and a fucking coward.

Steady on.

That's your dad.

What did he do wrong
to make you so angry?

Nothing.

Nothing. He did nothing wrong.

And he's right, I do like it
that you've killed people.

I suppose I thought
it was romantic,

but it's all just rather
fucking squalid, isn't it?

Ez.Fuck him,

and fuck you!

Not hatched yet, darling?

You'll get there.

Ian.

You scared me.

Sorry.

You should have woke me.

Well, you looked so peaceful.

What time is it?

Um...

2:47.

I've got to be at home at 5:00

for the vet.

Time for tea and biscuits.

No biscuits.

You've arse biscuits.

At ludicrous expense, I bought
some of the biscuits you prefer.

You went to the shop?

Had no tea.

I could have gone for you.

Nobody saw me.

The grocer didn't see you?

I assure you that everything...

Whoa.

3.1415926535.

You did it, my darling.

Ha-ha!

She did it! Did what?

Found pi to the tenth
decimal place... by herself!

Um, that's good, is it?

This is the power
of-of flight, Sam.

The-the human mind

has wings!

What's pie got to do with it?

This is the police!

Come on out!
We know you're in there!

Come on! Open up!

We know where you are!
Open it now!

Lady called about a job.

I said you'd be here.

Name?

Well, she didn't say.

You should ask for a name.

Hello, Alfie.

All right, Sand?

Lovely weather anyway, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Well, glasses
don't wash themselves.

Mr. Pennyworth.

Yes, miss?

Have we met?

No. But you're the only man here

who might conceivably be
a security consultant.

I'm Martha Kane.

Miss Kane.

Please have a seat.

A drink?

A cola, please.

I saw your ad in the paper.

First time that's paid off.

Usually business comes
by word of mouth.

I'm new in town.

I don't have many friends,

or I'd have sought
a recommendation.

I thought Pennyworth sounded
like a trustworthy name.

How can I help you, Miss Kane?

I need a driver bodyguard.

One day, two days at most.

We can do that.

Let's say five pounds an hour?

Plus expenses, of course.

Five pounds an hour
is a lot of money.

Your advertisement
says ex-military.

Yes, miss.
Myself and all the boys.

Then I expect

you're all calm, capable men

who know the value
of discretion.

And the price of ignorance.

There'll be no
gunplay or violence.

We'll be picking up a man
and taking him to an airport.

Discretion is needed because
there's a warrant out

for his arrest on charges
of homosexuality.

The British government
is going to take this man

to a room in a prison
and cut his balls off.

Well, that's not cricket, is it?

Who is he to you?

Nobody. He has good friends.

I'm working for them.

Funny sort of job.

It's more of a hobby.

I'm a photojournalist by trade.

Thomas Wayne isn't a friend
of yours, is he?

I don't know the name.

Well, Miss Kane,
you have a driver.

This is an advance.

I'd like to set off
early tomorrow morning.

Let's say 6:00?

6:00 it is.

Miss Kane?

You haven't told me
where we're going.

Do you need to know that now?

Only if you need to tell me.

I like you already,
Mr. Pennyworth.

Five pounds an hour

to put a homosexual
on an airplane?

I'm your man.

I'll give him a wank as we go.

No, mate. I'm taking this one.
Can I borrow your car, Baz?

No.

I need the money more than you.

Daveboy, this is a class job.

Needs a touch of grace.

Not your strength.

Suck my wet cock.

I've got class
and grace to burn.

Five pound an hour?

Hey, she was straight.
I could tell.

You could tell.

Are you reassured now?

Look, if there's anything shady
afoot, I'll leg it.

Well, I mean, let's face it,

there's bound to be something
a little shady afoot.

If there's anything really
lairy afoot, I'll leg it.

Please do. Hello, Alfie.

Esme. How are you?

Good. Good enough.

And you?

Fabulous, actually.

And my play's moving
to the Marlowe

for a proper run.

So I get to leave
this wretched dump.

Well done.

Congratulations.

The Marlowe.

Yes.

Well, I thought
I probably won't see you again,

so I should say good-bye.

Bazza, Daveboy, best of luck.

Alfie, I wish you
every happiness.

Ez.

Good luck with the show.

I mean, break a leg.

Fair play.

Where to, miss?

Yes.

Here. All is well.

Cards?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Daveboy?

Go away.

You smell like shit.

Is that me?

I thought there was a dead rat
in here somewhere.

Shite.

Daveboy, do you know

where you're going now?

Onslow's got a hose
in the beer cellar.

You're not at the pub.

You're at the Rope.

Even better.

You wanted the police station?

Yes.

Your man's already under arrest?

I'm afraid so.

I can't mislead you. I'm
going to represent myself

as Thurso's lawyer
and get him out.

Represent yourself
as his lawyer.Yes.

But you're not a lawyer.

They're going to castrate him.

That doesn't make you a lawyer.

They carry briefcases
and act like assholes.

I think I can pull that off.

Good morning.

Margo Garrick,
Goodge and Warren,

representing Mr. Ian Thurso.

I need to see
my client immediately.

Good morning, Mr. Thurso.

Your friends in America sent us.

We're here to get
you out of here.

Thank God.
I thought you'd never come.

I'm Chief Constable Wilkes.

Good day to you, Miss...?

Garrick. Goodge and Warren.

Finchley, my clerk.

You're very young
to be a solicitor.

Well, Goodge and Warren
don't send silks

to rural police stations.

I'm presenting you with
a writ of habeas corpus

on behalf of my
client Ian Thurso,

asserting his rights as
a free British subject

and respectfully demanding
his immediate release

by authority
of the Court of Chancery.

Chancery?

Why are they involved?

He's up for common buggery,

not treason.

Mr. Thurso has powerful friends.

He's all yours.

I'm glad to be shot of him.

Uncuff him.

Bloody queer.

That's correct, sir,

I am a bloody queer.

I copulate with men,

whereas you prefer
to oppress them.

Mr. Thurso, shall we?

I'm not going anywhere.

Not until I speak to Sam Shay.

Where is he?

You leave him be.

Haven't you brought enough
disgrace on that family already?

They've been farming this area
for generations.

Now poor Mrs. Shay
won't even leave the house.

Where is he?

None of your business.

I'd like to speak with Mr. Shay.

You like what you want, miss.

He's giving
a victim's statement.

So he's not under arrest.

But you won't let
me speak with him.

Make a note of that

for the Chancery clerk.

You can take them both
for all I care.

Good riddance.

You can say what you want
in here, Sam.

There's no need to be ashamed.

No, I'm not ashamed. That's good.

I'm flummoxed, Ms. Ferris.

Why am I here?

I mean, your Brian sucked me
off at the Harvest Festival,

and, well, he's not here.

Let's stick to the current
investigation, shall we?

Samuel Shay?

What is that?

The technical term is computer.

It's a sort of
powerful calculator.

For doing sums?

Looks like a bomb to me.

It does, doesn't it?

Well, that thing's the
future, apparently.

And that's why we're here.

Not because you care
about Thurso or his bollocks.

The government want to
keep him and his work

locked in a dungeon,
slaving under their control.

Wish you'd told me that bit
when you hired me.

Anything else
you haven't told me?

A great deal.

It's better that way, isn't it?

We have to go.

Fuckery.

Sub us another fiver, Baz?

Why not call it a day, brother?

No, I'm good.

Call it

a day.

I asked you for a sub.

If it's a no, then say so.

No.

No?

Call.

What?

Am I persona non grata now?

Aye, I can do Latin, too,
you posh cunt.

After all I've done for you.

Walk away.

You're my oppo, Baz.

My fucking oppo.

Five quid?

We playing or what?

No, we're not fucking playing!

My people

were the high chieftains
of Strathclyde!

We don't play!

We don't have fucking games,

you cocksucker!

And who the fuck
are you, anyway?

This is who I am,

Fuck...

You put that away now.

No, no, no, no.

You let him be himself, Baz.

A gunman are you?

Show me.

Daveboy,

don't do this.
I have a delicious hand.

Fuck your hand.

Back up.

Show me who you are.

Don't push.

I'm pushing,

you sister-fucking,
Saxon piss drinker.

Show me!

Daveboy! Relax, Baz.

Just amusing myself.

This wee man here

wouldn't shoot me

if I was titty-fucking

his weeping mother.

Shh.

What's your name?

Phil.

I'll call you Archie.

Sit down.

Pals?

Sorry.

Who do you work for?

I thought we agreed it's better
you don't know too much.

Yeah, now I worry
I know too little.

This is deep water.

I work for the No-Name League.

You're joking. Why would I make jokes?

I thought, at worst, you're CIA.

God, no. No? You have use

of an old U.S. Air Force base
with a half-mile runway,

lights on, not a soul around.

You have real Chancery documents

and far too much money,
and you're American.

And you're not CIA?

Sorry to disappoint you.

The No-Names write pamphlets,
beat up coppers.

Here's you doing
high-level espionage work

for the Americans.

Sounds a bit fishy, doesn't it?

I work for the No-Name League.

If the leadership instructs me
to work with other entities,

I work with other entities. Entities?

I'm trying to save
a good man and his work

from abuse and destruction.

Isn't that enough?

Transformers!

You, in there!

Come out.

Let's have a chat.

Who are these lot?

Raven Society, I'm afraid.

Of course.

God. You-you-you
can't let them take her.

We won't.

Alfred,

what's our best move here?

Surrender. We can't do that.

They'll take him
and the computer.

Nobody dies.
That's a good result.

Thurso and his work
are far too precious

to let fall into the hands
of evil people.

And those are evil people.

They can't have him.

They can. They have guns.

So do I.

They can't have him.

And you're willing to die
to stop that happening?

I'll have a chat to 'em.

Jesus.

A pair of cheery fuckers, us?

Let's get some music on.

There's a radio.

Fuck the ras-hole radio.

I said I'm sorry.

For fuck's sake.

I tired, Daveboy.

You're exhausting me.

It was an accident. It's you, brother.

You'rethe accident. Now, fuck off.

You need help with the drinking.

I can drink fine on my own.

I trying to talk to you.

You can't be serious
for one moment?

You wee, cowering,
timorous bastard.

Look what you did.

There he is.

Which one?

You see me smiling?

We're even now, yeah?

Mr. MacDougal, a word!

The... Durex machine,

Mr. MacDougal,

is not your personal pig bank.

Agreed.

Got him.

That was close?

"The Durex machine,
Mr. MacDougal,

is not your personal pig bank."

Daveboy, look at me!

If you want to die...

do it quickly

and don't make your friends...

watch.

I don't want to die.

I'm just trying
to pass the fucking time.

You know?

I'm trying to pass the time.

What's wrong, brother?

You can't walk?

Hey.

Okay.

Evening.

Parky, isn't it?

You've a Mr. Ian Thurso
in there?

Bring him
and his belongings out here.

We'll see
he's well looked after.

Looked after?

You'll kill him.

His machine's useless
without him.

We won't hurt him.

Honestly, mate.
It's more than my job's worth.

Not up to me, love.

Give us a moment,
and I'll talk to my employer.

Well?

A right old pickle.

Suppose...

Just suppose...
I was to sort it out.

Yes?

What would that be worth
to whoever pays your bills?

Name a price.

10,000 quid.Done.

Fuck. This isdeep water.

10,000 pounds? Seriously?

What's the plan?

Give me that gun.

I talked to my boss.
She said no.

No?

These No-Names are
loony bastards, aren't they?

She's under strict instructions

to kill him
and destroy his machine

rather than let 'em fall
into your hands.

What? She says it's your choice.

Go away, or I kill him,
and she smashes his machine.

She's in there with a hammer.

So, if you don't fuck off,
I'm gonna kill him as ordered.

Smartass bastard.

Look, the plane's not landing,

so Thurso can't
leave the country.

You chaps can try again
tomorrow.

Can't you? There's hope.

Long as he's alive, of course.

Dead, he's just a sad story
to tell the boss.

And I know what that's like.

Can't hang about all night.

Please.

I'm-I'm... I'm fibrillating.

You're all right.
Drink some water.

They've really gone?

No.

They'll be waiting
to ambush our car

a couple of miles down the road.

So, then, how are we supposed
to get the...? Follow me.

Count to 15 slowly.

One.

Two, three.

11, 12, 13, 14.

15.

I'm coming with you!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Perhaps you'll consider
working with me again?

If you'll name an
acceptable price.

You need not carry a gun.

Just driving.

That's what you said
about this job.

Shit happens.

That's why the pay is good.

I respect your courage
and commitment, Miss Kane,

but I think you work
for some very dodgy people.

On the other hand,

money is money, and I need some.

I'll work for you.

Driving.

I won't carry a gun,
and you'll be honest with me.

Implying I've lied to you,
which I haven't,

but I take your point.

No gun required.

No dishonesty.

I'll need you next week
if you're available.

I am.

You're a strange sort of soldier

who doesn't like
guns and violence.

You probably haven't
met many soldiers.

My father was a soldier.

Did he tell you
about his nightmares?

He said he slept like a baby.

He was lying to you.

10,000 quid, and she's got
plenty more work for us.

Who did you kill?

A little bother,
but nobody died.

What's the bad news?

Yeah, fair play, there is
some bad news comes with.

Hey, don't look
at me like that, Baz.

She's a No-Name
or a CIA spook or both.

I'm not sure.

A dark path.

But so be it.

I shall call for champagne.

How was your day, anyway?

Ordinary.

Very ordinary.

I thought we'd go
to the park later.

Feed the ducks.

We've fed 'em enough already.
Fat bastards.

Any road, looks like rain.

On the rag, are you?

Stuck pigs are laughing.

I could run a watermill.

You've got to eat eggs.

Boil three eggs.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you want an egg?

No, thanks, mistress.

I'm restless, Peg.

I'm a caged animal.

Mind the yellow's still runny.

Yes, ma'am.

There's no one looking for us.

Been near on a month
and nowt in papers.

Maybe you're right.

It would be nice to get home.

You can go home.

I'll be off back down to London.

Why? You've had nowt but trouble
since you went down there.

There were good times.
I made friends.

Like who? Like whom?
Them daft Raven people?

Esme. Esme Winikus.

You're out of your mind.

We had a connection.

She likes me.

You abducted her
and you locked her up,

you daft bitch,
she's terrified of you.

You wouldn't know.

You weren't there.

I have to see her again.

She thinks you're dead.

That's romantic, isn't it?

Coming back to life.

With me new look and everything.

You're coming back home with me

if I have to lash you
to the roof rack.

Fall in,
you useless fucking shower!

That's our boys!

I don't envy the Hun right now.

Never seen such a...
villainous crew.

In an hour or so, it's going
to get rather warm 'round here.

So let's show these blighters
that we can take the heat

and give it back to 'em...
hotter.

We hold this position,
come what may.

I say!

Fuck me.

Steady on, Doris.

We're on your side.

Get you steady, Bazza.

Here you go.

Don't he look smart, Mr. P?

You look like a hairdresser.

Money in your pocket,

and you do what any
common spiv would do.

Waste it on flash clobber
and sports cars.

The car's on tick.

Ten pound a week.

Don't think I don't give you
credit for your progress.

I do.

Thank you.

Here.

I do worry, though.

Well, you don't need to. No, I worry that,

now you're doing well enough,

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

Never occurred to me.

Good.

Yeah, that would be a mistake.

I'm telling you,

you're well shot of her.

Is that right?

Mark my words, son:
East is East,

and West is West,
and ne'er the twain.

Give it a rest.

Excuse me?

It was you who got shot of her.

How'd you make that out?

You with your anger
and your bitterness.

You scared the life out of her.

And you did it on purpose,
didn't you?

I don't know what you mean.

Now what?

I've had enough of him.

"Never the twain" my arse.

Be careful now.

- Or what?
- Shh.

Who wants a sandwich?

See how he behaves?

Hasn't changed.

Still a belligerent little thug
that doesn't know what's what.

What is what?
Why don't you show me, Dad.

You need showing. Well, show me, then.

Shh.

Just leave him be, Alfie.

No, no, let him carry on.

Let him disrespect his father
in his own house. I can take it.

There's only ever been
two people disrespected

in this house, and you
ain't one of them,

are you, Dad? Be honest.

You were a troublemaker.

You needed discipline.

Mum need discipline,
too, did she?

Making trouble, was she?

Alfie, leave off.

It's between me and your father.

Least said, soonest mended.

That's what you always say.

It's what I believe.

Carry on, son.

You're a big man now.

Raise your voice.

Chastise your own father.

All right.

It's all right, Mum.

You're not wrong.

Least said.

Sorry, Dad.

I should hope you are.

Esme.

Alfie, what are you doing here?

Come for a bus ride with me.

A bus ride? Why?

Well, I had a car,
but I got rid.

Don't need a car
in London, do you?

I mean, where would we be going
on this bus ride?

Well, you trust me, don't you?

No.

Not really.

Upstairs.

What do you think?

What do I think of what?

The roses and the
chocolates are for you.

Um, thank you?

Alfie, what is this?

I rented the place.

Two years up front.

It's yours.

Course, if you wanted me
to live here, too,

I could be persuaded.

Alfie, this is mad.

We're not a couple.

You left me, remember?

No, you left me.

I was there. You gave me
the ring back and you left.

You didn't try to stop me
from going.

I got scared.

You, scared?

All this talk of animals.

I do have an animal in me.

He's fed me,

paid the rent,
kept me alive since I was 16.

And I don't know if there's
anybody else in there.

Somebody more peaceful.

Somebody that deserves you.

Anyway, I've decided
not to worry anymore.

It's a waste of time, so...

So, you robbed a bank.

Business has been good,
but that's not the point.

Well, no, that sort of is
my point, actually.

Sorry, you're distracting
me. What's my point?

Why are we here, Alfie?

You had the courage to go
your own way and trust yourself.

I didn't.

But I do now.

If you'll have me.

Let's go! Let's go!

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