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PENNYWORTH#107 "Julie Christie"
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Oh!

My card. Pennyworth Security.

My name is Lord Harwood.

We need men like you.

I don't know anything.

Please don't hurt me.

Who is the leader of
the Raven Society?

I'm the leader.

It is you, isn't it?
Lord Harwood.

What's going on?

I know him. He's me old boss.

Oh, aye?

So you want to call a truce?
We do. Sincerely.

That man tortured me.
He destroyed my life.

H-He has to die.

Do you really think
Esme died by accident?

Who hates you

so much that your death
isn't enough?

What do you see?

My God.

He has been waiting all this
time to write me back.

"A little too late, my friend.

I'm glad you know the truth."

Why is a nice American

society girl like you mixed up

with the No-Name League?

I could ask the same of you.

This is my sister Patricia.

Could I leave her with
you for a few hours?

Do you like parties, Martha?

Who the hell isthis guy?

Alistair is a Satanist.

Oh, I love her already.

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Thank God!

Where have you been?

What the hell? Where's Patricia?

What... where are your clothes?

Jesus, are you okay?

What the hell happened to you?

I'm fine.

Calm down.

What are you doing
in my apartment?

Calm down?
I thought you were dead.

I've been worried sick.

We went out to a party, and I
guess things got a little wild.

Got a little wild?
You are naked!

Where is Patricia?

Patricia is a lunatic,
but she's a grown woman.

I'm not her nanny,
and you're not her father,

and anyway, what was I
supposed to do?

I'm sure Patricia's just...

sleeping it off some place.

Oh, unbelievable.
The irresponsibility!

Please.

Like you never got drunk
and lost track of time.

You have been gone
for three days!

Three days? What are
you talking about?

Today's Saturday. Martha, it's Monday.

No. Monday!

What the fuck?

What the hell happened to you?

Where is Patricia?

Anything?

Nothing. Daveboy?

Nope, nothing, Alfie, sorry.

There's got to be something.
Tell us where he's hiding.

Alfie?

What is it?

The bastard wore it
like a medal.

I don't understand.

All you done was make a joke.

It was just a joke.

Laugh's on me, eh?

The witch was right.

It's my fault Esme's dead.

And now he's playing with me.

He's the cat. And I'm the mouse.

Alfie?

Look around you.

The man's crazy.

There's no reason in crazy.

I don't even know
his first name.

I just clean his
house. That's all.

Mondays and Thursdays.

You're not a very good cleaner.

Mr. Curzon is very particular.

Uh, he only has me
clean his quarters.

I'm not to touch the
rest of the house.

What sort of a man is he?

Oh, like any other man,
I suppose.

Well, does he have a job,
friends, family?

I do Mondays and Thursdays.

Have you any idea
where he's gone?

What did he do?

Did he ever talk
of an Alfred Pennyworth?

Like I said, we
don't speak much.

He's up at the crack,

puts on his uniform,
and off he goes.

Uniform?

He's still commissioned?

Not according
to the Records Office, he's not.

So where the fuck is he going
all dolled up?

Please let me come.

You know it's not down to me.

I wouldn't leave you
on your own.

It's Lord Snooty's decree.

Be fair, Peg. You
know it makes sense.

She's a liability.

A liability?

All I mean to say is

that someone might
recognize you, my dove,

that's all. I know what
liability means.

Off you go. Don't mind me.

We won't be long, will we?

No. Sorry, Bet.

Come now. Wish us luck.

Luck.

Good morning.

We're here to see Dr. Gaunt.

Surgery hours are
between 12:00 and 6:00.

Nobody's poorly, love.
It's a social call.

There's nobody listed.

It's a surprise visit.

If you're not on the list...

you're not on the list.

She'll want to see us.

Good morning, madam.
How can I help?

If you've come
to sell something,

No, thank you, good day.

Alone, are we?

Now that's
an impertinent question.

Why do you ask?

We've a situation
wanting discretion.

Loose lips sink
ships and all that.

I'm listening.

So you're alone, then? Yes, I am.

Explain yourself, madam.

My God, James!

Hello, Frances.

I thought you were dead!
We all thought you were dead.

Well, I rather thought so, too,
but, um... well, here I am.

Oh...

Oh.

This is the place.

You sure?

I mean, it looks
different in daylight,

but... yeah, I'm pretty sure.

This is the place, I think. You think?

Would you please stop
repeating everything

I say in a loud voice?

I can't believe I trusted you.
What a mess.

It's all I need right now.

Then go. I can handle this.

Three days, Martha.

A three-day blackout?

Forgive me if I doubt
your ability to handle this.

I can and I will.

You have no conception of
the trouble you've caused.

Every time Patricia
pulls this sort of crap,

it ends up in the papers,

and the Wayne family name
gets dragged through the mud.

You self-important boob.

I woke up naked
on Hampstead Heath.

I have no idea
what happened to me.

Your sister is missing and...

you're worried about your name?

Oh... hello.

Welcome back, Martha.

Who's your friend?

Pardon the intrusion.

This young lady says
that my sister might be here.

Patricia Wayne.

We've always got so many guests.

Where's Crowley?

I want to speak to him.

Immediately.

Have a drink. Wet your whistle.

I'm sure we have
anything you'd like.

No, thank you.

As I was saying, my sister?

Where's Crowley?

Hold your horses, Martha.
He'll be along.

Call me Miss Kane,
whoever the hell you are.

Whoare you?

Oh. I'm sorry,

I... I thought
you'd remember me.

Such fun we had.

If I don't see Crowley
and Patricia Wayne down here

right this minute,
I'm calling the police.

Oh, no, no, no.
No, don't do that.

No police.No.

We don't want
the police here, either.

We just want my sister.

Miss Kane.

How lovely to see you again.

And in such illustrious company.

The famous Thomas Wayne.

Your sister speaks
very highly of you.

I doubt that.

Crowley, is it?

Where is my sister? I'm so sorry

you've been worried about her.

Patricia's fine.

She's upstairs. Safe and sound.

Well... good.
Bring her here, please.

Of course.

My angel, fetch
Patricia, would you?

Thank you.

If she is indeed okay,
you have my apologies

for coming in

hot, so to speak. Apology, my ass.

I'm missing three days
of my life

thanks to whatever it is
you slipped into my drink.

Three days?

Dear me.

Mmm. I can assure you, Martha,

I slipped nothing
into your drink.

Perhaps the police can find out.

Martha, I'm sorry
you didn't have a good time.

I haven't the foggiest notion
what happened to you.

I'm afraid I wasn't
paying attention.

It was a good party.

And I rather took you
for an adult.

As for the police,
call them, by all means.

The chief inspector
is a dear friend.

He'll tell you I'm a good egg.

A good egg?

Martha.

Let's not make
a federal case of this.

If Patricia is okay, there's
no need to involve the police.

I'll be the judge of that.

Where's the crime here?

Sin we have in joyful abundance,

but crime... no.

There was a man
with a goat's head.

There was blood.
I remember that much.

Dear me.

You did have a wild old time.

A goat's head forsooth.

Martha, I... Don't "Martha" me.

Tommy.

Oh, my goodness. Patricia.

Are you, are you okay?

You are so cute.

You mean, was I ravished

by the devil?
Violated by Beelzebub?

Okay. Get your things.
We're leaving.

Leaving? Oh, no,
I'm not leaving.

I'm finally home.

Don't be ridiculous.
This isn't your home.

And this man...
I don't know who this man is

but he's not respectable
and you're not staying here.

Mr. Wayne.

Patricia is an adult.

If she wishes to stay,

what kind of host would I be

to let her be taken
against her will?

Patricia...
I would like to speak

with you... alone. Don't want to.

Go along and be nice, Patricia.

Talk to him.

He's family.

Do you have...

Mrs. Bung, the brewer's wife?

We were rather lost

without your leadership.

You are a species of a miracle.

I am, aren't I?

A battered...
somewhat grotesque miracle.

My gosh.

What horrors you have suffered.
We must

get you out of the country

and beyond our enemies' reach.

The Germans...

would be glad to offer refuge.

Oh, heavens no.
I can't leave England.

The crisis is coming.

The game's afoot.

Well, I... defer
to your judgment of course,

but... I-I rather think
the peace that we've...

cobbled together... will hold.

I hope so.

Peace...
above all things.Absolutely.

But Undine Thwaite is no fool.

She'll break the truce...

as soon as
she's consolidated power.

You think so?

Mrs. Thwaite seems sincere

in her desire for peace. You had

her husband killed
in front of her.

Bold and ruthless move, by the way.
Brava.

But... I expect she'd
be rather vengeful.

Whatever she may say.

I did not kill Julian Thwaite.

Everyone, ev-everyone thinks
I did, but I didn't.

Interesting.

This murderous sort
of political intrigue

is beyond my ken.

Now, tell me your plans, I am at

your disposal.

My plan is simple.

Redemption.

A glorious triumph.

A national awakening.

I will destroy my enemies

and lead this country
back to greatness.

Okay.

Touch ambitious, maybe.

How are you going
to do that, exactly?

I mean, if you reveal yourself,

the government will arrest you

and they will not
make the mistake

of letting you live this time.Yes.

For now...
I shall remain in hiding.

We will let the Raven Society

grand council know
that I'm alive and well,

but no one else must know.

And then...
when the time is right,

I shall reveal myself publicly.

To maximum effect.

I see.

You seem doubtful.

No, no, no, no, no.

Sounds like a plan.

What is going on here, Patricia?

I'm happier
than I've ever been, Tommy.

Look at me.

Well...

I have to admit,
you do look good.

I feel like a new woman.

Probably some kind
of drug, I imagine.

No drugs. Well, some.

But they're incidental.

Love.

That's the thing,
that's what I've found here.

Love... and honesty.

Oh, please.

You should hear yourself.

How can you be so gullible?

Can't you see
that he's a bad hat?

This whole place
reeks of... darkness.

Exactly.

There is no light
without darkness.

All we are is darkness.

We are simply shadows

cast by the
divine flame. Oh, mendacious drivel.

You are Patricia Wayne.

And you have a family
who loves you

and you have responsibilities
that you must honor.

Last time you saw me,
you asked why I was so unhappy

and I got upset
because I didn't know.

I was dead inside
and I didn't know why.

Now I know.

I can see.

For the first time in my life,

I'm alive and Aleister
showed me the way.

He is a...

he is a jumped-up pimp,
Patricia.

Satanism?

Devil worship?

Oh, come on, it's bullshit.

You're embarrassing yourself
and the family.

Hmm.

Now we're getting to it.

You don't give a fuck about me.

You're just worried
about the family name.

So what if I am?

It is a name worth protecting. You mean

it's a share price
worth protecting.

Yes, it's a goddamn share price
worth protecting.

Yes, it is.

Tommy, you're my brother
and I love you,

so I'm gonna tell you the truth.

You're a callous, coldhearted,

small-minded, priggish,
moneygrubbing, loveless,

fucked-in-the-head loser.

Well...
I am sorry you feel that way.

For the first time in my life,

I'm happy, I'm fucking happy.

Why do you care why?
Why can't you just be glad

that I am happy?

If you are happy...

then I'm glad for you,
of course I am.

If I could believe you.

Believe me.

Oh.

I didn't hear you come in, love.

How about some nice
liver and onions?

No, Mum. Already ate.

I'll just make some eggs, then.

Went to India
for that tea, did you?

What?

Bicarbonate of soda.

Oh, get out of there.

Second shelf, by the flour.

Excuse me, son.

All right, then.

First you make a paste.

A touch of warm water.

I once polished
the Hepworth diamond

for Lady Fortinbrass.

I think I can manage
that little thing.

Ever so gently, wrap
the paste around...

the stone and the
setting like this.

Yeah?

Give it a little bath.

All right.

And a clean cloth.

Lint-free, mind.

It's a nice one you've chosen.

Great color.

She'd have made
a wonderful daughter-in-law.

I'll take my tea
in the living room, love.

When you're done
picking the leaves.

Right you are, Your Majesty.

The intensity of your contempt

is impressive, Martha,
but quite unwarranted.

Whatever happened

to you happened because...

you wanted it to happen.

The only compulsion
in our religion... is desire.

You can spout
all the cod theology you like.

You're nothing but
a pathetic little con man.

Sticks and stones, Martha.

I've been vilified
by popes and kings.

But here I am still.

Unscathed.

Well, Thomas Wayne is no pope.

The Wayne family
are billionaires.

Do you think they
got that way by sermonizing?

They've crushed nations.

What are you to them?

A flea.

The deadliest of creatures.

Keep talking. You'll see.

Mr. Crowley, I'm warning you.

If any harm should come
to my sister, you'll pay dearly.

Dearly.

Let's go. Go?

You're leaving her here?

She's an adult.

She must do as she likes.

You can't just leave her here.

This man... I know what he is,
goddamn it.

But please...

you mustn't leave so soon,

and in such a bad temper.
You can at least

stay for something to eat.

We have so much
to talk about. Good day to you, sir.

Patricia... if you
change your mind, call me.

Thank you, Tommy.

You can't leave
your sister there. I just did.

She's in danger. She's been in danger
her whole life.

That's where she wants to be.

Crowley will tire of Patricia,
or Patricia will tire of him,

and he'll call me and ask for
money, and I'll pay him off.

That's how
these things work, okay?

How can you be so cold?

Practice and discipline. Jesus, you're
an asshole!

Before you worry
about my sister,

take a look at yourself.

I thought you were
a sensible woman.

But you obviously have some

serious personal issues
to confront.

MAYFAIR, PLEASE.DRIVER: Right away, sir.

Fuck!

Morning, soldier.

Where do you think
you're going? Quick half.

Take the edge off. Officers only.

I aman officer.

And I'm Queen Victoria.

Well, keep smiling,
Your Majesty.

Fuck off.

Fair play.

If I could have your attention,
please, gentlemen.

Private Alfred Pennyworth.
Special Air Service.

Now, excuse me
for disrupting you,

but I'm looking
for one of your officers

and hoping you might
be able to help me.

Captain John Fitz-Smytth Curzon,

Third Battalion, retired.

Captain Curzon,
someone must know where he is.

I'm all for loyalty
to old comrades

and all that, all right,

but this bloke has dishonored
your regiment, all right?

You owe him nothing.
Fuck off... Come along, boyo.

Oh, you're in for a kicking. Fuck off.

Belay that, Sergeant.

Let him have his say.

Carry on, young man.

Thank you, sir.

I'll try to be brief.

Now, your man Curzon
killed my fiancée.

Her name was Esme Winikus.

23. Never hurt a fly.

Now he done her
to get back at me

for making a joke
at his expense.

His men laughed at him
and he never forgave me.

So he beat her and
strangled her to death.

This man's put a black mark

against the good name
of your regiment.

Now I'm asking you,
as honorable men,

please help me.

Captain John Fitz-Smytth Curzon.
Third Battalion.

I'm asking for your help
as human fucking beings.

Now if you can't do
what's right,

then I won't answer for what
happens when I find the bastard.

You're a loon, you are.

Yeah, and you're
a fucking slave, mate.

A slave to a mob
of chinless wankers.

Walk away, son, just walk away.

Or what? Why don't you take
a swing, see what you get?

I said walk away. Come ahead, try me.

Steady on, Sergeant.

That'll do.

I'll deal with him.

Yes, sir.

A slave to wankers!

You SAS chaps,
you're an odd bunch.

Cool as cucumbers
and mad as hatters.

No fear and no discipline.
More like bandits

than decent soldiers.
Do you know where Curzon is?

On the face of it,
your story sounds absurd.

Why would I lie?

Oh. I can think of
a hundred reasons,

but you look like an honest man.

I like to think I'm a good
judge of such things.

On my life, it's the truth.

You're asking rather a lot.

You're asking the regiment
to betray one of its own.

A lunatic, a murderer.

Army's full of them.

You can't win wars without
lunatics and murderers.

I just want this one.

Well, I'll make inquiries.

Rutlands look after their own,
but we don't harbor cads.

Where can I reach you?

Severed Arms public house.
Bethnal Green.

Well, no promises,

but if your story passes muster,

I'll have a man there
tomorrow at 1400 hours.

Thank you, sir.

Okay.

Oh. What do you want?

You need to go get your sister
away from that man.

He's not a pimp, he's
in league with the devil.

I mean, really, he is.

It's not an act. It's true.

The devil.

Okay, now you're scaring me.
Do you know how crazy you sound?

I'm telling you the truth. I...

I started remembering
what happened to me.

And?

And it's horrible.

It's unspeakable. I can't...

I can't begin to describe the...

the vileness.

Were you... sexually assaulted?

No, it's not that.

It's worse.

Worse how? I don't know.

I just... I don't know,
I just, I...

I-I-I feel it.
Something evil happened.

Okay. Let's be frank.

You had a bad experience
at a sordid party,

followed by some bad dreams.

That's all.

It's perfectly natural
to feel upset.

The devil doesn't exist.

And if he does exist,
he's not in Chelsea

throwing some beatnik orgies.

I'm sure he has something
better to do.

I saw him.

No, Martha, you didn't.
And if you continue to believe

that you did, you should
seek psychiatric help.

Your sister
is in terrible danger.

You saw her for yourself.
She's never been happier.

Exactly, and how much sense
does that make?

If you don't help her,
then I will.

How? Well, I'd contact
the police,

but they'll say
the same as you.Exactly.

So I'll have to
take care of it myself.

If you don't hear from me, you
might contact the authorities

and ask them to investigate,
if it's not too much trouble.

Martha, really?

For God's sake.

Wait!

Martha.

You're back.

Wonderful.

And right on time, I'm so glad.

All right, Crowley,

let's not waste our breath
on formalities.

How much? Do sit down.

My angel, fetch
Patricia, would you?

At once, sir.

Such a lovely boy.

Red or white?

Neither. I asked you

how much. How much for what?

You know damn well what.

Martha, patience.

As we agreed?

I've spent years
extricating my sister

from the clutches of various
pimps and perverts.

They always have a price.

I'm not a pimp.
I don't want your money.

I have more than
I know what to do with.

So what do you want?

I'm very fond of your sister.

I'd hate to lose her,
even if she wanted to leave,

which she doesn't.I'm waiting.

Martha knows what I want.
Don't you, darling?

A good beating. Such spirit.

What do you want, Crowley?

I want your soul, of course.

That is, my master wants it.

Is that all?

Fine. Consider it yours.
Give me my sister.

You're a businessman, Mr. Wayne.

You know that saying something
doesn't make it so.

I'll need a contract,

inked in your blood, of course.

Oh, please, spare me this bilge.
I don't believe in Satan.

Oh, you're modern,
rational, well-educated,

a civilized man
of peace and moderation.

Of course you don't believe in
Satan, but that doesn't matter.

Satan believes in you.

He knows there's a beast
inside of you.

There is no beast inside of me,
just profound irritation.

Oh, ye of little faith.

Cute. Wayne Enterprises
has doors

just like that
in our Gotham lobby.

Ah, yes.

Wayne Enterprises.

How marvelous to be
a billionaire. Such freedom.

Ah. I see.

When you say you want my soul,

you mean the company
and its assets.

Dream on, buster.Heartbreaking.

You've spent your
whole life never knowing

if someone's interested in you
or just your name.

BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY:

It's you he wants.

Your spiritual essence,
not your company.

Wow. You're a good con man.

I can see how you
brainwashed my sister.

You'd need more than
parlor tricks to convince me.

Your brother thinks
I've brainwashed you.

That's ridiculous.

Aleister is just a very
wise and loving man.

A teacher.

Patricia, he's a servant
of the fucking devil.

Martha, I'm trying to make
a deal with this person

and you're making
everything much harder.

Tell me.

How did you two end
up working together?

What was the league thinking?

What league?

Oh, come. I'm not a fool.
The No-Name League.

We're not working
for the No-Name League.

Really?

Next, you'll tell me you're
not spying on them for the CIA.

That's a strange idea.

Not true.

You're CIA? I'm not.

Holy shit.

Of course. I should've guessed.

The CIA? Like...

The CIA?

I am not. Where'd you
get such a notion?

My boss. Where else? THOMAS: Okay, listen,

it is extremely dangerous
to spread that kind of a lie.

Oh. See his teeth?

Yes, deceptively sharp.

There's a beast inside this one.

I am so impressed,

Tommy. For real, the CIA.
Have you killed people?

I repeat, no.

Son of a bitch. CIA? Wow.

Never mind the CIA,
which I'm not a member of.

Let me get this straight.

In exchange for my sister's
liberty, I have to sell...

I have to sell

my soul to the devil.

Precisely. What do you say?

I'll give you 50,000
to hand her over.

I'm not a goddamn package.

I don't want your money.

If the devil is real,

don't you think my actual soul
is a bit of a high price

to stop you debauching my
sister. She's not Snow White.

200,000 pounds. Fuck you.

You get much more
than Patricia in return.

You get my master's
eternal friendship.

You're a smart businessman,

Mr. Wayne, think of that.

Think of the power you'll have.

I have power now, you fool.

I can buy and sell
the likes of you.

See now, there's
the beast inside of you.

The real Thomas Wayne
is emerging.

Okay.

Fine. I'll play along

with your ludicrous charade.
You're Lucifer's servant.

I don't negotiate

with underlings.
Let me speak with your boss.

Well, as a rule, he doesn't
grant personal audiences,

except for saints and the like,

but there's no harm in asking.
Mm.

So, you want to meet the devil?

No, I don't.

And I'm confident I won't.

But supposing you do?

Suppose you meet him. Will you
listen to what he has to say?

Can we get on with this, please?

I'm curious to see what
hocus pocus you've cooked up.

Good enough.

Ooh.

Okay.

All right.

Hmm.

Really?

Blue movies?

Oh...

Fucking lunatic, that one.

Got the devil in her.

So to speak.

Your family must have been
a right old mess

to turn a woman that way.

Did you ever have a go?

If you haven't,
you should. Turn it off.

Turn it off!

I said turn it off!

You missed the best part.

And you say there's
no beast in you.

Christ...

Now, be honest, Thomas.

Tell me you didn't
meet the devil.

Christ, Tommy, what...

Let's go.No. Aleister! Help!

Please be at peace, Patricia.

Your brother and I
understand each other now.

You must do what he
wants. I command it.

Patricia!

No...

Goodbye, all.

Officers stick together always.

How do you know Curzon
and the Fusiliers

aren't sending some
fucker to do you in?

I don't.Don't you worry, Baz.

Who they gonna send, eh?

I'd like to see
the regular army boys

that are gallus
enough to try us.

The famous last words
of many good men.

You're betting blind, Alfie.

I've got no choice.

This is Curzon's game.

I have to play the cards
in front of me.

Well, lads, same again?

Aye. Any squaddies been in?

Squaddies? No.
I don't encourage 'em.

Barring present
company, naturally.

Sandra not about? She's upstairs.

She's got the hump with you.
She won't say why.

Oh, that's funny.

Yeah, funny that.

What's that about, then?

Couldn't tell you.

Funny.

I'll have a word when I see her.

But listen, if I don't see her,

tell her I say I'm sorry. About what?

Well, whatever it is.

Right.

Your man will be there
tomorrow night.

Room seven.

This is from General Malcolm.

See, Mr. Doom and Gloom?

Or a trap.

We better go in early and heavy.

No, I don't think so.

I think this is a one-man job.No.

It's not. Don't be daft.

You're in a dark
frame of mind, Alfred.

You must treat this man

like any other target.

You could be taking on
a whole regiment.

Well, then, one or two more men
won't make any odds, will they?

No, I know this place.

It's a one-man job. Cheers.

"Mars is in the house
of Aquarius,

"so this will be a good time
for you to take decisive action

in your business
and personal life."

Stop wriggling.

"But beware false friends
and empty promises."

Hmm.

Hmm?

Well, you know who
that's about, don't you?

Your lady doctor.

You can laugh now,

but what if she's told on us?

What if the police are
closing in on us as we speak?

You needn't worry, Peg.

Frances has no falsity in her.

She's not capable of treachery

or cowardice, poor soul.

Oh, I like that color.

Do me next, eh?

As it happens, my dear,
I think I can offer you

a much better service than that.

I've been talking quietly to
some old Raven Society friends.

Well-connected types.

And there's news of your old
friend, Alfred Pennyworth.

Oh?

Resourceful young man.

It seems he's found out
who killed his fiancée.

Esme.

I thought you'd like to know.

Who did it? Where are they?

Thomas.

Huh?

Will you please tell us
what happened?

Nothing happened.

You saw him, didn't you?

We were never there.

Not any of us.

You understand?

You saw him.

No.

You?!

Shh! Quiet.

Hey, you're supposed to be dead.

Well, I'm not, am I?

Let's get on with it.

How do you know it's him?

Let me handle this.

Come on.

Get the bastard!

You're supposed to be dead.

Well, I'm not, am I?

That was your bloody doing.

I had the bastard.

Our enemies call us zealots.

And they are correct.

Zealots we are, and proud of it.

When did rigor and discipline

and duty become terms of abuse?

And who were the great
men and women of history

who changed the world?

Moderates? No!

Zealots, like you and I!

People of faith.

That's right! MAN 2: Well said.

Those citizens that
are not loyal patriots

shall be silenced.

Those foreigners
who are not our friends

shall be expelled.

We shall put down
sexual deviants,

and we shall hang thieves!

Yes!

The Raven Society,
ladies and gentlemen,

is on the cusp of a new dawn.

We shall lurk in the shadows
no longer.

A revelation is coming
that will shock the world.

I promise you,

it'll shock the world!

Are you with me?!

Are you with me?! Yes!

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