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- I'm sorry. - Thomas, don't do this.

See you in hell.

- Drop the gun. - It's okay, Martha...

Don't move.

- I was just turning around... - Put the gun down first, Thomas.

I mean it.

Put it down, now.

Jesus, Martha, relax.

What the fuck are you doing?

I had a bad dream.

Okay.

Well, next time, wake me up and let me know.

'Cause I nearly shot you, Thomas.

It's a great marriage we got going, huh?

Yeah.

We have to find a way past this.

It's been a month.

Any ideas?

Well...

You can stop acting like you're scared of me.

I'm not acting scared of you. I am scared of you.

Well, all I can do

is keep telling you that I'm sorry

and that I will never, ever, hurt you again.

It wasn't me who attacked you.

- It wasn't me. - I know.

But it was you that chose your father over me.

- At least that's how it feels. - I didn't!

I made a mistake.

He's my father. I trusted him.

- And you lied to me. - Oh, my God, here we go again.

Yeah, here we go again, because it's those lies that started this.

No, enough, Thomas!

Need to go to sleep.

Martha, I'm sorry. I...

Yeah.

Me too.

Make sure you put that gun away.

Where are you off to, looking like that?

What's wrong with the way I look?

Nothing, you look nice, is all.

Then just say that.

- I'm meeting someone. - Who?

Do I ask who you're meeting every time you walk out the door?

As a matter of fact, you do, yeah.

And you rarely tell me.

Which is probably a blessing, truth be told.

If you must know

I'm meeting Roger, and I don't want to hear about it.

That bloke who legged it out of here last month?

- He did no such thing. - Like a rabbit.

Can you blame him if he did?

Most people aren't used to your shenanigans.

Well, he just didn't seem to have much of a constitution

is all I'm saying.

And you have to admit, it's pretty poor form

he made you wait so long before ringing you again.

He didn't ring me. I rang him.

- You rang him? - And why not?

Times are changing.

A woman can ring a man without the world coming to an end.

Only asking.

And you can see who you like, obviously.

Well, thank you very much.

By the way

while you were having a nice long kip

the Prime Minister's Office called.

They want to see you as soon as possible.

Really? He say what about?

- No, and I didn't ask. - Why not?

'Cause I'm not your bleedin' secretary.

Is everything all right?

You're not mixed up with anything, are you?

Not that I know of.

Business has been a bit slow of late.

Be nice if he was calling about a job.

Oh.

I'm sure it will work itself out.

I'm off.

There's bread for toast if you're hungry.

Mum.

You look lovely.

Thank you, Alfie.

Good afternoon, young lady.

What seems to be the problem?

Oh, no problem.

Hello, Mrs. G.

Well, I'll be damned.

Mai Lin, thank you.

Come, come.

Well, Bet Sykes.

How are you, my dear?

Well enough. You?

Oh, I'm in fine fettle.

I rather thought you'd be dead by now

given the way that you carry on.

Never better, me.

I heard about the former Ravens being murdered.

That was you, I suppose.

Murdered? No.

Put down, I call it.

Well, how on earth did you track them down?

Well, how did you track me down, for that matter?

A little something I took from Miss Vixen.

I see.

And this is her baby, is it?

Julie.

- Sweet, isn't she? - Yes, she is.

Oh, Bet. Really?

Never you mind her. We've business to discuss.

I can't possibly see what business we might have at this point.

John Salt, of course. I need to know where he is.

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

Can't or won't?

Won't, to be more precise.

I know where he is, and I won't tell you.

You'll tell us, or I'll shoot you.

- Don't think I won't. - I do think you won't.

- How's that, then? - You're not a monster, Bet.

You're just a misguided young woman, but not a monster.

Now, would you like a cup of tea?

Go on, then.

Proper tea, mind. None of that Earl Grey rubbish.

All right.

Ah, Mr. Prime Minister.

- Alfred. - Busy around here.

The summit starts next week, but Commonwealth leaders

have already begun to arrive, so I'm quite pressed for time.

Well, I've got quite a busy schedule myself

but I was glad you called.

Thought you might still be cross with me

for breaking Thomas Wayne out of the Tower.

Not that I'm saying I did.

Papers say all sorts, don't they?

I should have you arrested.

No doubt you'll be back behind bars at some point

but until then, your services can be useful.

Fair play. What kind of services did you have in mind?

What do you know about the island nation of Kalpoor?

Not much. Used to be a colony of ours, didn't it?

Yeah. Well, after gaining their independence ten years ago

their government has faced intense opposition

from a radical separatist group known as the Kalpoor Freedom Party

which controls several districts in the southern end of the island.

They're led by a woman named Zahra Khin

who arrived in London yesterday.

She's here for the summit?

Not officially, no.

Miss Khin is considered a political dissident

and enemy combatant of the recognized government of Kalpoor

which is why my office

cannot be involved with what I need you to do.

But all due respect, Prime Minister

I'm not in the business of eliminating political dissidents.

Neither is the British government.

Miss Khin is here to speak with the president of Kalpoor

in hopes a truce can be arranged.

I need somebody outside official channels

to look after her during her stay.

Happy to help.

Foreign diplomats is extra, of course.

Of course.

My father was a man of the people.

And the people of Kalpoor have been abandoned by a government

that claims independence

whilst allowing the yoke of British colonialism

to remain around our necks

in order to line their own pockets.

I see we're off to a passionate start.

Prime Minister.

These talks are a waste of time, as I told you they would be.

Miss Khin's only goal is to destabilize my country...

- It's not your country. - ...and overthrow my government.

This meeting is over.

She's no different than her father.

Thank you, Mr. President. Such a lovely compliment.

I thought we were here to find common ground, Miss Khin.

Oh, one doesn't find common ground with a python, Prime Minister.

Only a lack of air.

May I introduce Mr. Alfred Pennyworth

a private security consultant

I thought could act as a guide while you're in London.

Pleased to meet you, madam.

Do I look like I'm here to see Big Ben and Trafalgar Square?

You should.

The fountains and the bronze reliefs were made from French cannon.

They're quite beautiful.

- Prime Minister. - While on British soil

your safety is my responsibility.

Her safety is my responsibility, sir.

And I don't need help from a British security consultant

who is, no doubt, reporting back to you.

Mr. Win is right.

If you want someone to spy on me

you're gonna have to try harder than that.

Well, I guess that's that, then.

Miss Khin's views on the matter are irrelevant.

- Follow her. - Spy on her?

Watch out for her.

The eyes of the world are on us during the summit

and I can't have any surprises.

Any questions?

Protection is one price. Spying's extra.

Of course.

I'll get it.

Thanks, Gladys.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

Guess who's back.

- Ah, Patricia. - Thomas.

Hi.

- Hello, Martha. - Hi.

When did you get into town?

Just now. I would have called, but thought I'd surprise you.

Yeah...

it worked!

How are you guys? It feels like it's been forever.

We're good, yeah.

Thomas?

Yeah. Yes, we are. We're good!

What are you doing here? In London, I mean.

I am in town for the new Francis Foulkes art installation.

- Oh. - Lovely.

You have no idea who Francis Foulkes is, do you?

Of course you don't. You have busy lives and a daughter to raise.

Where is my niece, anyhow? I brought her a great present.

- Her ears are pierced, right? - Oh, no.

Oh. Well, I could pierce them for her.

Oh, no... no.

So... where are you staying?

Well, here, of course. Where else?

I have to admit, I was somewhat surprised you called me, Mary.

Well, you didn't leave me much choice.

I waited for a month, and when you didn't ring

I thought you must have been scared off.

I was a little worried. I'm sorry.

Don't be.

It's why I wanted to talk to you to...

to try and explain things.

I appreciate that.

While I'm sure there's an explanation for most of what I saw

I just don't know if I'm the kind of chap you're looking for.

Are you sure we don't have that the wrong way around?

Just think we might be chalk and cheese.

Maybe we are. Maybe we aren't.

Life's short. Why not find out?

Anyway, if you don't think it's worth giving it a go

no harm done, and I wish you the best of luck.

Wait.

Don't go.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe.

Well, be still my beating heart.

I'd love to keep talking with you, Mary.

If that's all right?

Yeah.

Boy, pay attention.

Sorry.

Since when do you read books?

Sally gave it to me. It's about art.

- Good, is it? - I couldn't tell you.

Can't understand much.

So why you reading it, then?

I'm thinking she's gonna be asking questions.

What, she gives you homework?

Stop, please.

Hang about.

Get down!

Arjun!

Take cover!

Fuck!

Look at me.

She's got guts.

I'll grab her and meet you back at the pub.

Stay with me!

It's okay.

He's gone.

Well, come on, then. Come on.

How long has it been since you've had a good night's sleep?

Babies are right nuisances, aren't they?

Yes.

Why won't you tell us where Salt is?

Because he's not worth the trouble or the danger.

That's my business. What do you care?

I care about you, Bet.

You saved my life, and in a dispassionate

Christian sort of way, one might say I love you.

- Get out. - I don't want to see you get hurt.

Well, that's very nice, I'm sure, but I'll not stop

just cause you've got a soft spot for us.

I'll keep looking for Salt no matter what.

You could save us a lot of bother, though. That's all.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you John Salt if you give me Julie.

- What? - Salt for Julie.

You cannot take her around, killing people willy-nilly.

What sort of upbringing is that?

I can give her a good and safe home, and you?

Well, you can have your vengeance.

Why not? You said yourself she's a right nuisance.

She's a fucking nightmare, but...

- But? - No.

- No, I won't give her up. - Why not? You know it makes sense.

Because. That's why, because.

Because you love her.

And you can see a future for yourself as her mother

more important than vengeance.

Better than hatred and bloodlust.

All right. I admit it.

I love her.

But that's not why I'm keeping her.

I won't give her up 'cause I'm stubborn

and I won't let the likes of you tell me right from wrong.

You wouldn't know the first thing about hatred and bloodlust.

I know.

I know in here.

- Bet, my dear... - I am what I am.

And I'll keep Julie, and I'll keep spilling blood

until I find Salt and kill him.

And that's that.

Thanks for the tea.

Wait. Wait... wait.

Here.

- What's this? - A lesser of two evils.

Salt's whereabouts.

I can't make head nor tail of it. You call that writing?

Here you are.

- You're all right, Mrs. G. - Now, be very careful.

And let this be the last one, please.

No more bloodshed.

Promise.

Oh, dear.

Hear that, Julie? Job on.

This way.

Right.

How are you, then, okay?

I'm fine. It's not the first time a government has tried to kill me.

How do you know it was them?

It's neither mine nor yours, not that it matters.

I need to go to my hotel.

No, that's not a good idea.

Those men knew where you were gonna be.

Someone's giving them your private schedule. Now, come on.

If you're not taking me to my hotel, where are you taking me?

Well, there's strong public support for isolating PWEs

from the general population as a protective measure

to ensure their safety, and ours.

Well, let's get some reaction from...

A public house?

- This is your safe place? - Trust me.

This particular pub is one of the safest places in London.

This way.

Afternoon, Chadley.

Zahra Khin, Mr. Chadley, one of my associates.

- A pleasure, madam. - Call whoever you need.

Just don't tell anyone you're here.

Thank you. Privacy, please.

The PM's office is ringing every ten minutes, asking for you.

Who's the lady?

Rebel leader, sort of thing.

In town for the summit.

Take special care.

- Special care. - What do you mean?

She's trouble.

Isn't she, though?

So how long do you think you'll be staying with us?

- I don't know. Why? - No reason. Just...

Well, with... what with work and Samantha...

things can get a little hectic around here.

You don't want me to stay with you?

No. It's not that we don't want you to stay.

Yeah. We just... we just know that you value your own space.

What's going on?

- Are you guys fighting? - No. Why would you say that?

Yeah, we're not fighting.

And even if we were, it'd be none of your concern.

Whatever. Dad said you were acting weird, and he was right.

Weird? Dad said I was acting weird?

Something like that. You know I don't listen very closely to him.

- Son of a bitch. - Why?

Did he do something wrong?

What?

Did he not give you enough hugs?

You've always been so sensitive when it comes to that.

Okay, drop it, Pat.

Well, at least he made the effort flying over here to see you.

He barely acknowledges that I'm alive.

You want to know what happened? What he did?

- I'll tell... - Thomas.

He gave me an experimental mind-control drug

that he developed with the CIA

so that I would kill Martha in order to save his skin.

Whoa! Okay, that's not cool.

So please don't mention him again.

You don't have to be so melodramatic.

He tried to make me kill my own wife!

But you didn't, did you? She's sitting right there.

All's well that ends well, right?

I guess she has a point.

So you're a real doctor now, huh?

I'm so proud of you.

You can write prescriptions? Huh?

Seriously, can you?

The prime minister wants me to escort you to Whitehall

to discuss your official protection detail.

- Does he now? - He does.

For your safety.

This isn't about my safety.

It's about bad press during his precious little summit.

That don't change the fact your life's in danger.

My life's been in danger since the day I took over from my father.

He gave his life for his country.

I'm willing to do the same.

Yeah, but willing and eager are two different things.

Anyway, come on. We should go.

I'm not going to Whitehall until I find out who the traitor is.

Well, how are you planning on doing that?

Simple enough. I told my people where I am.

I told you not to do that.

I know. That's what gave me the idea.

If there is a traitor

- they'll want to finish the job. - Yeah.

So I've given them a chance to do that.

We have the advantage.

- We know they're coming. - We?

My head of security will be here any minute.

Smashing.

Is Plumstead nice?

Our flat is...

Sorry, my flat is near the common.

Good birdwatching.

I still say "our" and "we" a lot.

I'm trying to get better at that.

My Arthur's been gone for five years

and I still find myself talking to his photograph.

I could barely get a word in when we were married.

Silver lining, I suppose.

When my wife ran off

I told myself it was no one's fault

that we just weren't right for each other.

But the truth is, she wanted more out of life

and for some reason, I didn't.

But you know what?

Now I do.

I want more, Mary.

Would you give me another chance?

I'm not sure you're up for an interesting life.

Try me. I'll show you.

How's your dancing?

Where's Zahra Khin?

Bring her out, or we start shooting!

All this fuss and only two of you?

- I'm not fucking about! - I'm afraid you are.

Drop your guns and take off those fucking masks.

Hey, Alfie.

Fuck's sake. Gary.

- You know this is my pub? - Sorry, Alfie.

It's just a job. You know how it goes.

Yeah. How's your mum?

Not bad. Her arthritis has been acting up.

You gonna kill us?

Nah. We'll have a pint, see what you can tell us.

No. These men need to die.

Easy, mate, lower your gun.

I don't take orders from you.

All right, Miss Khin, please tell your man to lower his weapon.

My driver's dead because of them.

He had children, a family.

Yeah, look, I understand, but this is my bar, so I make the rules.

- So they just get away with it? - No.

But they might be able to tell us who betrayed you.

I already know.

I knew the minute they showed up.

I am so disappointed in you, Win.

What?

No! These people have been filling your head with lies.

I will kill them all where they stand.

Stop!

You were the only person I gave this location to.

I didn't want to believe it.

But somehow I just knew.

Why did you do this?

How could you betray what we believed in?

What my father believed in?

Answer me!

Because I can't feed my family with belief.

It has been ten years, and nothing has changed.

They deserve more from me.

So did I.

Who put you up to this?

I said I was not to be disturbed!

Oh, my God.

You were a prisoner in the Tower of London?

That's crazy.

Yes, it is.

Okay.

I guess Dad is, like, totally beyond not cool.

No wonder you're mad at him. So what are you gonna do?

What can I do?

I don't know. You're asking my advice?

You're the smart one.

Right.

That's me.

I've allowed this thing to tear my family apart.

What kind of a man

lets his own father do this

without any consequences?

You, apparently.

Rhetorical question, Pat, but thanks.

I'm here for you, brother.

I don't know what to do, Pat.

I don't know.

Oh, well. There's my ride.

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

You always do.

I thought you said this was a new art exhibit.

It is.

Where the fuck's the art?

Here he is.

My friends.

We live in the moment of history

in which the commodity of art

threatens to complete its colonization of social life

in which we have gone from being into having

and having into merely appearing

until we become the commodity itself.

Which is why, I tonight

I give you not art

not simulation

not a representation of reality

but reality itself.

Warm...

and wet.

Wait here.

Clear.

I've posted men on the corners and the entrances.

You keep these closed.

I'll be in the lobby if you need anything.

I'm sure I'll be fine.

No reason for you to spend all night in the lobby.

Just a precaution. No plans, anyhow.

I'm gonna drink now.

Perhaps you care to join?

Thank you, miss.

Rules are simple.

Every card in the deck has a pair, except for one

the dirty queen, which is cursed.

I know how she feels.

We take her out of the deck and then deal the rest of the cards.

Then discard any pairs you have

and the cards you have left is your hand.

Okay. And then?

Then we start drawing from each other's hands

and whoever's left with the dirty queen loses.

I think I can follow that.

Thanks for sticking around.

Want to make sure there's no blowback

from the care package we dropped off at your president's hotel.

Yeah.

I know that kind of betrayal is tough

but you shouldn't let it get to you.

Shouldn't I?

Everyone has a price. It's the way of the world.

I don't have a price.

My father didn't have a price.

Just because men like Win and you do

doesn't make it right.

I charge for my services

but my honor isn't for sale.

For rent, maybe, but not for sale.

You said everyone's got a price.

Maybe no one's found yours yet.

Possibly. It's over a million quid, anyhow.

Oh yeah? How's that?

Someone offered me a million quid

to do something naughty, and I walked away.

You walked away from a million pounds?

Yeah. Can we change the subject?

What did they want you to do?

Break someone out of prison, which I did

and put them on a plane, which I didn't.

- Why not? - They didn't want to go.

That's it?

Most decisions aren't complicated.

Just comes down to what you can live with.

Who you want to see when you look in the mirror.

And what do you see?

An idiot who walked away from a million quid.

What did you think of the show?

I think I'm covered in paint.

I'm serious.

So am I. This was an expensive jacket.

Fuck. Wanted to chin the man.

You don't understand social commentary.

Obviously, I don't, no.

I care about this stuff, Daveboy.

I want you to care about it as well.

Well, I'm here, aren't I? I'm trying.

What if there was something you could take

to expand your mind...

get in touch with your inner artist?

I've seen all the hippies dancing about on LSD.

- I don't think that's for me. - This is something new.

Francis told me about it.

It connects people in a profound and spiritual level

like sharing a dream.

The last dream I had, I was naked as a baby

driving a double-decker bus round and round Trafalgar Square.

What do you say?

You wanna share a dream with me tonight?

Fuck it.

Why not? Cheers.

Good Lord.

Forgive me, Doctor. I couldn't resist.

You looked so delightfully nervous.

Mr. Foulkes, I would never have agreed to help you

if I'd known it was your intention to use Lullaby in this manner.

And what manner is that?

Lullaby was designed as a mind-control drug

to strip away an individual's defenses

and provide a blank canvas

but we have to then give a structure

- a blueprint. - Or what?

That's just it. Who knows what a completely unfettered psyche

might dream up on its own? Could be anything.

- Yes, and isn't that wonderful? - No, no but...

You see a blank canvas, Doctor, and think anarchy.

I see one and think freedom.

How many did you give it to?

Just a small dose

to a few special souls.

Don't worry.

This is only the beginning.

The beginning of what?

And why the mask?

What are you planning?

You'll see, Doctor.

All in good time.

You'll see.

Do you sleep with all your female clients?

Well, word of mouth plays a big part in attracting new clients

so I like to do what I can.

Oh. Risky move.

Could backfire.

Well, I never thought of that.

Sorry about your driver.

You did everything you could.

There was nothing to do.

The bullet must have hit his carotid artery

for rapid blood loss like that.

You sound like a doctor.

I almost was one.

I was in medical school when my father was assassinated.

Felt like my whole world ended in that single moment.

But I had to keep his work going

for the people of Kalpoor.

For him.

For me.

- What about you? - Me?

I live with me mum.

My dad passed away five years ago.

Sorry.

You two would have gotten along well, I imagine.

Why's that?

Shared interest.

He tried to blow up the queen

and overthrow the government, for starters.

I remember reading about an attack on the queen before the civil war.

That was your father?

He was a man of his convictions, I'll give him that.

I actually had to shoot him to try and stop it.

You shot your own dad?

I couldn't let all those people die.

Is there anyone you can trust?

I'd trust my best mate with me life.

You?

I haven't trusted anyone since my dad died.

But I think I can trust you, Alfie.

I didn't come here for the summit.

Well, what did you come here for, then?

To meet someone.

A man who says my father's still alive.

But you said he was assassinated.

Because that's what I was told.

But we never recovered a body

which means there is a chance that he's alive.

Well, there's a better chance it's a shakedown...

- or worse, a setup. - Yeah, I know.

But it's my father we're talking about.

Well, what do they say happened?

That ten years ago

he was kidnapped in Morocco.

He was then taken overseas

and has been locked up in a secret location ever since.

And this man?

He knows where.

- Jesus. - Oh, no... no.

That's twice.

Daveboy?

You look like hell, mate.

I'm pleased you're here, as it goes.

I need to talk to you about something.

Sure, sure.

You don't look so good. Are you sure you're okay?

Oh, yeah.

I don't really feel myself.

But I'll be all right.

What's... what's going on?

Do you remember a mission we pulled about ten years ago?

Kidnapped a political dissident in Morocco?

Not really, no, why?

I think the guy we grabbed was Zahra's father.

Aye? That's...

- that's not good. - No.

Not good.

Thomas?

- Mr. Wayne? - Morning.

May I stow your bag?

- I'll keep it with me, thanks. - Of course, sir.

We'll be landing in Gotham at 8.00am local time.

Welcome aboard.

How about a smile for Mr. Bear?

You know he's your favorite.

Come on.

Well, well.

And there he is.

Mr. John Salt.

You hold Mr. Bear.

Mommy's got work to do.

Bet Sykes.

I thought that was you.

John Salt.

I've been looking for you for a long time.

And now you found me.

May I ask how?

Ask away. Fat lot of good it'll do you.

Well, I suppose you found me

through one of those Ravens you tortured and killed.

That was you, was it?

Guilty.

Any last words?

Not that there's anyone around to hear them

or that I give a bloody damn.

This is for Lord Harwood. A finer gentleman never lived.

You weren't fit to lick his boots.

Lord Harwood was a weak-minded old fool

who got what he deserved.

- Right, you've had your say. - You should know

I'm not the man I was.

- Reformed, are ya? - You could call it that.

Remade, redeemed. Remodeled.

Bullocks.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Did the loud noise scare you?

The bad man's gone now.

There, there.

Bloody hell.

I did warn you.

I'm not the man I was.

Translator: IYUNO