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Will you come with me? To London?

- Both of you?
- Really?

Well, I have a battle ahead.

I'll need loyal friends.

My God.

- James.
- Hello, Frances.

UNDINE: Public rally?

RIPPER: What can she say
or do at a public rally

that warrants the risk of arrest?

Lord James Harwood.

[CHEERING]

Send in the heavy brigade.

Arrest everyone.

- [NEIGHING]
- [INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[NEIGHING]

[ECHOING]: Stop!

Harwood's a national sensation. A hero.

Well, what are we going to do, then?

If the queen should
prove to be reluctant,

then we will need to
find an alternative.

We will need to find a replacement.

SERVANT: Their Graces the Duke
and Duchess of Windermere.

Ah.

Welcome, sir, ma'am.

You knew who killed Esme,
and you covered it up.

Protect my son,

and I promise you my vote.

Count to three.

Shoot him now.

His father has political clout.

You know the rest.

I just need to raise my finger.

Well, go ahead. Raise your finger.

Don't you... dare.

My-my family will...

- [GASPS]
- Sorry, love.

AZIZ: I'm afraid this is gonna
create a lot of trouble.

For all of us.

♪

[BIRDS CAWING]

- DETECTIVE: No?
- ALFRED: No.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

And this is your last chance
to answer truthfully.

No more chances.

Who was your accomplice

in the unlawful killing of John Curzon?

Just give us a name.

- No.
- [SIGHS]

Alfred, I can't help you if
you won't help yourself.

No offense, Mr. Aziz,

but your help hasn't been
very helpful so far, has it?

You're not dead.

I should say that's jolly helpful.

You were there. You saw it.

She saved my life fair and square.

A man can't grass on someone who
saved his life, now, can he?

Fair play.

Your sense of honor is admirable.

Your lust for vengeance,
on the other hand,

might well bring down the government.

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The PM wants you buried alive.

You're to have no trial, no jury.

You're to be thrown in the
dungeons and forgotten.

You need a friend.

I need a name.

I did say I'd make trouble.

Can't say I didn't warn you.

Let him say goodbye to his parents.

Then take him downstairs
to be sentenced.

What, they're here?

Since we took you in.

[DOOR OPENS, BANGS SHUT]

[MRS. PENNYWORTH CRYING]

I'm sorry, Mum.

She knows you are, son.

[SNIFFLES]

My poor baby.

Not now, Mother.

- I'll be all right.
- [SNIFFLES]

Oh, dear.

[SNIFFLING]

Everything's going wrong.

What's to become of us?

Mother, we agreed not to burden
the boy with our worries.

Let him know we'll-we'll
be strong for him, eh?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm sorry, love.

Oh, don't say sorry, Mum.

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JUSTICE OF THE PEACE:
Seven years. Take him down.

♪

[ROWDY, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CHATTER STOPS]

Morning.

Who's in charge here?

♪

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ANNOUNCER: We interrupt this broadcast

for an announcement from Her
Majesty's Prime Minister.

I spoke this morning with Her
Gracious Majesty the Queen.

I informed her, with deep regret,

that my administration no
longer has the support

of a majority in Parliament.

That being so,

she has granted me interim powers

to act as her prime minister

until such time as a general
election can be held.

In order to ensure a truly
democratic process,

the election will be
open to all parties,

including those that have
previously been illegal.

All gag orders are hereby rescinded.

You may well ask,

why allow these scoundrels to
emerge from their dark lairs?

Because it is vitally important
we show the extremists

in no uncertain terms

that their violent radicalism
is not wanted here.

Whether they be left or right fanatics,

their path can lead only

to bloodshed and anarchy.

On Election Day,

do not give in to the
dark joys of chaos.

Vote for your tried and
trusted traditional parties.

Vote for stability and peace.

That is all.

I bid you good day.

God save the queen,

and may he have mercy on us all.

- Wow.
- ANNOUNCER: So there we have it,

an announcement from Her
Majesty's Prime Minister...

Finally.

Oh, you think that's good news?

The people are going to have their say.

- [GRUNTS]
- How is that not good news?

How?

He's hoping the Ravens and the No-Names

will use their new freedom
to destroy each other.

It might work.

Or he may have just announced
the start of a civil war.

[CHUCKLES] Or maybe,
you cynical bastard,

the people will use their freedom

to choose wisely and peacefully.

Oh, come on.

For such a sharp backgammon player,

you really are very naive.

Suppose, just suppose,

that Undine Thwaite and
the No-Name League

actually get their message
across and they win.

What if the people are actually
good, decent men and women

and they soundly reject

- the Raven Society?
- [EXHALES]

What then with your cynicism?

You know, sometimes I forget
you're a wacko idealist.

A: Lord Harwood will not
accept defeat on any terms.

He'll turn to violence.

And B: Do you really, truly believe

that Undine Thwaite and
the No-Name League

should be running this country?

Why not?

The CIA believes they should.
Else why are you helping them?

The CIA likes options.

We're helping the prime minister, too.

We'd back the Ravens if they'd have us.

The CIA would let a
chimpanzee run this country

- if it served American interests.
- [LAUGHS]

No, that's not true.

I can assure you it is.

What, so the CIA would
support violent repression?

Curfews? Mandatory conscription?

No, say what you like,

but they wouldn't choose
a fascist dictatorship

when there are other options.

There are moral imperatives.

There really aren't.

Well, then that just proves

that you government people
have dried-up little souls.

- Like raisins.
- Ouch.

It doesn't prove that the No-Name League

couldn't run the country.

I've met Undine Thwaite several times.

She's very intelligent and...

capable and honest.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Let's just agree to disagree, shall we?

How much did I lose at backgammon?

£250.

- Where are you going?
- Vacation's over.

I have to get back to work
before the shit hits the fan.

Really? That much? 250?

Have to pay you back
when I next see you.

Mm. You don't double enough.

Listen, speaking of back to work,

count me in.

I want to work.

For government people
with dried-up souls?

Well, I believe in what
the No-Names stand for.

I believe in peace and social justice.

I don't care why you're helping them.

You are, so I'm happy to help you.

Okay, I'll give you a call.

No. That sounded ominously
like "fuck off."

Martha, I'm telling
you this as a friend.

I don't for a moment
doubt your competence.

But you don't know this world
and these people like I do.

And, quite frankly,

you're better off not knowing.

Things are going to get pretty nasty.

I'm not sure you should be involved.

- That's exactly why you need...
- I can't stop you

from working for the No-Name League.

I'm just saying, think about it.

Okay?

[DOOR OPENS]

Patronizing bastard.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

MAN [OVER SPEAKER]:
A vote for the No-Name League

is a vote for hope.

A vote for equality. A vote for love.

- Vote Undine Thwaite.
- [SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

- Freedom to speak truth to power.
- [TIRES SQUEALING]

- MAN: Get back here now!
- MAN 2: Stay where you are!

[WHISTLES BLOWING, INDISTINCT
ARGUING IN DISTANCE]

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[COUGHING]

I think you should tell him.

Oh, don't start again. We agreed.

Just doesn't feel
right, him not knowing.

Well, it's my secret to tell, love.

And I'm not telling, all right?

That's the end of it. Come on.

♪

♪

[CHUCKLES] Oh.

Welcome home, my love.

Girls, this is my darling wife Clarissa.

Hello.

Come along.

Yeah.

I like what you've done with the place.

Très chic.

And you.

You look fabulous.

Positively blooming.

Like a new woman.

LADY HARWOOD: Um,

- Jimmy, I...
- Hmm?

May we speak alone?

Oh, don't worry about the girls.

Any friend of mine is
a friend of theirs.

Now... [GRUNTS]

Tell me what's on your mind.

You seem troubled. Unhappy, even.

No, no, not at all. I'm
very happy. Very happy.

It's just, uh... you know,

this is all so sudden.

We'd given you up for dead.

I... I feel like I'm dreaming.

Hope that it's a happy dream.

Oh, of course a happy dream.

[GASPS, WHIMPERS]

[GASPS, WHIMPERS]

[ROWDY, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[LOCK CLANKING]

- MAN: Fresh meat.
- MAN 2: Lovely. Lovely.

- Ginger pubes.
- Lovely. Lovely.

- Get your eyes up.
- Lovely. Lovely.

- Lovely.
- Alfred Pennyworth?

[CROWD QUIETS]

Mr. Pennyworth, sir. Visitor.

Sandra. What are you doing here?

It's good to see you,

but you shouldn't have come.

I'm not chasing you or anything.

Bazza and Daveboy sent
me with a message.

They didn't want to show their
faces and rouse suspicions.

Suspicions?

Of what?

They said to tell you

to stay low and tight
and remember Rangoon.

Ah, fuck.

Okay, listen, Sandy.
Now, this is important.

You go back to them and
tell 'em I said fucking no.

No.

Tell 'em I said forget
all about Rangoon.

That is an order.

All right?

All right.

"Rangoon" means "escape," doesn't it?

Tell 'em I said they're children
to be discussing such bollocks.

Don't you want to escape?

Not at Rangoon odds.

It was a bloodbath.

Tell 'em don't worry.
I'll think of something.

Will you?

Course.

I've been in worse shtook.

It was politics that got me in here,

and they're changing every day, so...

How are they, anyway? The lads?

They're worried about you.

We're all worried about you.

Even me.

I haven't treated you right, Sandra.

And I'm very sorry about that.

I've been wanting to tell
you the cold, hard truth

for a while, but I put it off 'cause...

well, 'cause it's cold and hard.

What is?

Bit obvious now, isn't it?

Stay away from the likes of me.

Stay away from men that you
have to meet in Newgate.

I should. I know.

You deserve much, much better.

I know what I deserve.

Better than you do, I expect.

Girl like you can have anyone you want.

Lords, if you like.

I don't want a lord.

Sandra,

you're gonna forget about me,

and I'm gonna forget about you.

Oy.

Escort her to the outer door.

Any screws mess about, you use my name.

Yes, sir, Mr. Pennyworth.

Goodbye, Sandra.

[QUIET, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Alfie says you're fucking children.

Forget Rangoon.
He'll think of something.

That's an order. Got it?

Aye.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪

I... Seriously, I think we should
just lose all this cake nonsense.

This cake nonsense is
perfect. Remember...

Yes, yes. I know.

Just, I'm talking to one
person, face-to-face.

[SIGHS]

MAN: All right, we're on
in five, four, three...

Good morning, everyone.

I'm Undine Thwaite.

I'm so glad I can finally
speak to you face-to-face.

I thank the prime minister for
allowing us all to speak freely.

Now, I'm new to this
speechmaking business, so, um,

please forgive me if I simply do
my best to speak plainly to you,

without any fine phrases.

My dear husband Julian was
the talker in our family.

My own political work,

as for so many women,
was behind the scenes.

Organizing, fund-raising,

peacemaking.

I'd still be happy in
the background today,

had my husband not been
so cruelly taken from me.

But I don't want to dwell
on the sorrows of the past.

Let's talk about tomorrow.

Let's talk about hope.

Why not?

Everyone deserves hope.

- And hope is what...
- My God, what utter tripe.

Turn off the machine.

- Hope and love, equality...
- Well, well.

I don't think we have much to fear

from the No-Name contingent.

Equality, indeed. [SCOFFS]

Why not toast and jam?

I liked her.

I thought she seemed nice.

No side to her.

Well, she's standing for prime minister.

So, thankfully, nice has
nothing to do with it.

- Oh, I'm sure you know best.
- Poor thing.

Imagine, your husband murdered
right in front of you.

And carrying on the way she has.

- So brave.
- Mm.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[HORN HONKS]

Welcome, Your Grace.

Look here, Harwood.
It won't do, do you see?

We have been treated abominably.

Cooped up like chickens,

chivvied hither and yon.

- Won't do.
- Secrecy, your safety...

Bally rot. Your woman here tells me

I am not allowed... not allowed...

to call my tailor.

We agreed, sir, no one must
know you're in the country.

You must remain incognito
for the time being.

There are limits, man. Limits.

- It won't do.
- [SIGHS]

I'll have him sent for immediately.

You must be exhausted.

Perhaps you'd like to see your quarters.

- Clarissa.
- Uh, Your Grace.

♪

GAUNT: They're impossible, Jimmy.

Vicious, stupid and
cunning in equal measure.

Tools, Frances. Implements.

And now that we've got
them in our grasp,

the queen will have to do our bidding

or risk replacement.

Gin?

Yes. Yes, yes, please.

I saw that No-Name woman on the machine.

- Undine Thwaite.
- Oh, yes.

No, I saw her, too. Utter tosh.

Yes, I agree.

Bet and Peg liked her immensely, though.

- Did they?
- Yes, they found her simpatico.

No side. Interesting, no?

I know I shouldn't delve,

but I don't quite see what those
Sykes sisters are exactly for

in the grand scheme of things.

You're absolutely right, Frances.

You shouldn't delve. My point is that

we're selling blood and iron,

and Thwaite is selling sponge cake!

She may be a more formidable opponent

than I first anticipated.

You've got a way

of getting hold of her
quietly, I expect?

Yes. Yes, yes. Yes, I do.

Give her a call. Tell her
we have mutual interests

I'd like to discuss with her.

Thank you.

HARWOOD: Perhaps we can make a pact.

♪

CHANCELLOR: Regarding the, uh, items

referred to the plenary subcommittee

on excise,

an adjudication will take place

as and when the addendum review panel

issues its figures. Uh...

- [WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
- Uh, and I would ask...

uh, I have asked that
the cabinet ministers

- are in full...
- [OTHERS GASPING]

PRIME MINISTER: A pact will kill us!

Kill us!

As you say, sir.

I'd scrap the election
and call in the army,

but, frankly, I doubt their loyalty.

I think they'd back Harwood.

I hear the same thing.

[SIGHS]

I'm getting old.

I didn't see this coming.

[ROWDY, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

MAN: Mr. Pennyworth,
sir, you got a visitor.

What do you want?

I'm gratified to see you looking
so healthy in such squalor.

Match fit.

How would you like to get out of here?

[SIGHS]

Oh, don't sulk now.

What do you say?

I'm waiting for a
question worth answering.

Are you willing to kill
to get out of here?

Depends who and how many.

May I sit down? [COUGHS]

The air in here is hell on my allergies.

Turmeric.

Works wonders. [CHUCKLES]

The Ravens and the No-Name League

are secretly negotiating
an electoral pact.

They'll divvy up seats

to avoid directly competing
with each other.

It's a lethal choke hold on
the traditional parties.

The prime minister has
decided on heroic measures.

Lord Harwood has to go.

We'll make it seem the No-Name
League are responsible.

Harwood.

And the No-Name patsies.

It's a just target.

Harwood means to set up
a fascist dictatorship.

He'll need a war. Enemies.

Scotland first, probably.

Then who knows?

You're working for the
good guys, Alfred.

I do this, then I'm out.
No charges on me.

- Free and clear.
- Free and clear.

Unless, of course, for
any reason you fail

to complete your side of the deal.

Fair enough.

Doesn't add up, though, does it?

There's a high risk of
making Harwood a martyr.

The Ravens could gain big
from his death at the polls.

Your chiefs wouldn't want him dead

unless there was some
other threat in play.

The Pretender and his
wife are in England.

Harwood has them under lock and key,

ready to slap crowns on the blighters.

He also has a large faction

of the army high command on his side.

They like wars, too.

Why not just kill the duke?

- Not that I'm offering.
- No.

One can't murder dukes.

Not unless there's no
viable alternative.

Now you know everything. Um...

I'll have word with the warden, shall I?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[CHUCKLES]

[CRYING]

Oh, Alfie.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Now, going in by the southeast gate...

looks easier.

Hmm.

We'd have to take out...

the guardhouse first, though.

Well, that's what I'm saying...
so we start here,

make our way around and
through that gate.

ALFRED: Hello, lads.

Hatching a plan, are we? [CLICKS TONGUE]

I thought you'd been
told about all that.

What the fuck? Alfie.

- Hey. What the fuck?
- Hey.

[CHUCKLES]

- Alfred.
- Bazza.

Alfie.

Come here.

Oh...

Told you I'd think of something.

- GROUP: ♪ My, my, my ♪
- Hey! Hey-hey!

♪ Delilah ♪

♪ Why, why, why ♪

♪ Delilah? ♪

♪ So before ♪

♪ They come to break down the door ♪

♪ Forgive me, Delilah ♪

♪ I just couldn't take any more. ♪

♪

So, how did you get out?

Told you... my friend
Aziz pulled strings.

Oh. Seriously, now, what do
you have to do in return?

Three guesses.

Kill someone.

Fuck, Alfie.

Yeah, I know... very depressing.

Actors call it typecasting.

Who's the blot?

That, you don't need to know.

Even if you're in on it, names can wait.

DAVEBOY: No, we're in on it.

Maybe. Don't know the specs yet.

No debate. We're in.

- Harwood.
- [CHUCKLES]

Ah. No problem.

Just the most famous, if not the
most popular, man in England.

Piece of cake.

When?

Aziz is gonna call when it's on.

What then?

What then?

You're in Babylon, Alfie.

They won't let you go.

They'll want you to keep killing people.

And you don't like killing people.

Yeah, I'll worry about that after.

You say you're in on the job,
then you get the collywobbles.

Make your mind up.

[DOOR OPENS]

Harwood needs topping, anyway,

- and I'm out of Newgate.
- [DOOR CLOSES]

That's good enough for me.

What are you boys whispering about?

Dirty joke, Mrs. P.

You'll have already heard it.

I dare say I have, Mr. MacDougal.

- [CHUCKLES]
- As long as you're not talking mischief.

I've got my baby back.

I'm not letting him out
of my sight ever again.

Oh... [CHUCKLES]

Right.

- Suppose you want breakfast, dear.
- Oh, yes, please.

- All right, then. [LAUGHS]
- Please, yeah.

Have a nice cup of tea.

Nobody... nobody sees this list.

Understood.

First list is the seats
we believe we can take

if the Ravens agree not to stand.

Second list is the seats we're
willing to give to them.

Both lists are ranked.

Deal breakers first,
easy concessions last.

We've entrusted you with a
great deal of responsibility.

I won't let you down.

If you don't mind my
asking, though, why me?

Why not go yourselves?

I can't be seen to
conspire with fascists.

And I can't be seen.

If it goes wrong, you're
a foreign freelancer.

- RIPPER: We knew nothing.
- Hmm.

He'll try and intimidate you.

Don't let him.

But don't be aggressive in return.

UNDINE: Emphasize our commitment
to peace, to dialogue.

It's okay. They know me.

Martha?

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, it's so great to see
you again, Mrs. Thwaite.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Undine, please. We're old comrades.

- How are you?
- Very well.

MARTHA: I'm so excited for the future.

Your courage has been an inspiration.

- Thank you.
- No, thank you, Martha,

for all that you've done for our cause.

Now, did you two come here together,

or is this happy coincidence?

Happy coincidence. Hi, Thomas.

Hi, Martha.

Can I take some pictures of you?

Yes, of course.

Good.

That's great.

Could you just look slightly
this way for... Yeah.

That's beautiful.

I have an idea.

Thomas, you must take Martha
with you to the negotiations.

I don't think that's a...
[CLEARS THROAT]

That's not a good idea, is it?

Why not?

You've worked together
before with great success.

I'm in. What are the negotiations?

Well, it's a technical,
analytical type of job.

His Lordship likes women.

All men like women.

He'd be surprised, wouldn't he?

[CHUCKLES] Oh, boy.

Most men. A very high percentage.

My point: a second
negotiator isn't necessary.

A woman at the table

signals calm, peaceful intentions.
It's a good idea.

And who better than someone
we both know and trust?

FLOOR MANAGER: On the air in five.

Right, must dash. Lovely
to see you, Martha.

That was all deliberate, wasn't it?

You came here to do that.

What are you talking about?

I'm taking pictures.

Oh, you came in very
smooth. Very natural.

A five-star entry.

She asked me, Thomas. I didn't say shit.

- She asked me.
- That's because you're so smooth.

What's the job?

Uh, trust me, Martha, as your friend.

You're not meant for this kind of work.

- You're just not.
- Well, Undine thinks differently.

What's the job?

You'll know when you need to know.

I'll pick you up
tomorrow morning, early.

Hmm.

There you go.

- Handsome.
- [SIGHS]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

[GROANS] That'll be the duke.

Be a treasure.

Send someone up with toast and gin.

Let Their Graces out.

Will do.

[GRUNTS]

Oh, and, Peg?

That meeting with the No-Names tomorrow,

I'd like you and Bet to come along.

Moral support.

If you have no other plans.

No. Of course. Lovely.

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER TV]

ANNOUNCER [OVER TV]:
Regular programming will resume

after this broadcast by
the Country Labour Party.

MRS. PENNYWORTH: Oh, fiddle.

Another?

Inbred yokels.

All right, I'm off to bed.

[GROANS]

Night.

Night, Dad.

- Night.
- Night, son.

You must be tired, too, Mum.

Don't stay up on my account.

Oh. I'm full of beans, me.

Just got to do this sleeve.

It's you needs your sleep.

Shall I make some cocoa?

Good idea. Cocoa.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

AZIZ [OVER PHONE]: The game's on.

Tomorrow morning.

Got it.

- I knew it.
- What?

More trouble.

No, that was nothing, Mum.
It was a business thing.

As if you could lie to me.

No trouble, Mum. I swear.

Please, Alfred, whatever it is,

don't do it.

Well, I do have a job on, as it goes.

It's safe, though. Government work.

- Nothing shady, I swear.
- Your dad's got cancer.

He's dying.

[SHUDDERING BREATHS]

What?

Your dad's got cancer.

He's dying.

Oh, Mum.

[CRYING]

I'm sorry, son.

Doctors can do wonders these days.

It's terminal, they call it.

Lungs.

Two years if he's lucky.

[QUIETLY]: Christ.

He doesn't want anyone to know.

You mustn't tell him I've told you.

- But...
- No, you mustn't.

He doesn't want any fuss.

All right.

Please be safe, Alfie, for my sake.

- I will, Mum. I promise.
- You promise?

♪

[ROOSTER CROWING]

Want me to drive?

Nope.

You gonna be like this the whole time?

Like what?

Resentful.

Yep.

The American president has
announced his intention

to put a man on the Moon.

Goodness.

Why, though? Did he do
something very terrible?

Who?

The man they're sending to the Moon.

No, Mother.

No, I expect there'll be some

brave volunteer who will
be, you know, selected.

It's-it's not a punishment.

Sounds like one. [LAUGHS]

Who'd want to go to the Moon?

[HORN HONKS]

That's Bazza.

Bye, Mum.

Bye, Dad.

Be careful, Alfie.

Have you got a hanky?

Yes, Mum.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

♪

Blue squad. F.O.B. up, over.

AZIZ [OVER RADIO]:
Roger. Stand by, blue squad.

Blackbird incoming,
three to four minutes.

Two Pigeons spotted en route,

a man and a woman in a white car.

E.T.A. five to six.

Confirming protocol, no action
until I say fire on target.

Take out Blackbird
first, then the Pigeons.

Confirmed. Over.

- Time for a brew-up?
- No. Five minutes.

Blackbird first, then the two Pigeons.

Boy, girl, in a white car.

No headshots on the Pigeons.

They need them identifiable
as No-Name League agents,

make for a good cover story.

- Blackbird first, no headshots on the Pigeons.
- Mm-hmm.

This is the business, eh?

Fresh air, high adventure.

You boys should embrace these moments.

See, us?

We're in the engine room
of fucking history, eh?

Oily rags, Daveboy.

Any movement?

Negative.

DAVEBOY: Incoming. Blackbird.

What's this, then?

This is the place.

This?

We are at the crossroads
of ancient ley lines.

A place of power.

English rulers have been
coming here to do business

for thousands of years.

Well, there's... there's no facilities.

It'll look very well
in the history books.

What, we're to pee in
the hedgerows, are we?

It's a spooky place.

I'm waiting in the car.

DAVEBOY: Eight armed guards, two women.

The redheaded woman is
returning to the cars.

This looks like them now.

DAVEBOY: White car, inbound.

[GUN COCKS]

Wind, east to west.

Ten miles.

AZIZ: All targets inside our cordon.

You are free to fire.

Fuck.

Fuck what?

Who are they?

It's that Thomas Wayne and a tall drink.

Martha Kane.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck what?

They're targets, and they're available.

Thomas!

AZIZ: I repeat,

all targets are now inside our cordon.

Do you have them in sight?
Blue squad, respond.

It's good to meet at last,

in so much happier circumstances.

- Likewise.
- Ms. Kane, I don't think

- I've had the pleasure.
- No.

Please.

They're there for you, Alfie.

ALFRED: I can see that.

You barely know the people.

But I do know 'em.

BAZZA: Alfie.

We have to say something to Aziz.

I'll have a word.

Aziz, you tucked me up again.

The Pigeons are Thomas Wayne

and Martha Kane. Over.

Blue squad, we had no information

on the agents involved.

Carry on exactly as ordered.

The Pigeons have to go. Over.

I'll have to think about that. Over.

Blue squad? Alfred? Respond!

Fuck. Plan B. Go.

I hate to say it, Alfie.
Daveboy's right.

They're not civilians.
We're on business.

On the queen's business.

And those are queen's bullets.

They're still fucking bullets.

Oh. Movement.

Police.

Half a mile and closing.

Aziz has given up on us.

Gonna try and massacre
them all on his own.

I'm sorry, boys, but there's
a principle at stake here.

You're not gonna like
this, but I got to do it.

[SCREAMING]

Keep your head down!

- [FRANTIC CHATTER]
- This way, sir.

- Get him out!
- Start the car!

- [GUN FIRES]
- [SCREAMS]

Keep your head down.

[SIREN BLARING]

[BULLET CLANKS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT, STEAM HISSING]

♪

AZIZ: Stand down, Officers.

Stand down.

_

Well, that was a crazy day.

I told you not to come.

Are you kidding me?

I wouldn't have missed
that for the world.

- You nearly died.
- Yeah, that's just it.

I nearly died, but I didn't.

Is there any better feeling?

Well, I can think of several.

[LAUGHS]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Missed me by inches.

Inches.

In any case, we managed to get away

before the police closed
in, guns blazing.

Was a damn close shave.

Crikey.

It's a good thing.

We now know two new facts.

We have a mole,

and the government means to kill me.

The election's a sham.

They'll never let us
win, except by force.

And now we know.

What are we going to do?

The authorities could descend
on you at any moment,

and what if they find
your wretched guests?

Oh, damn it, Jimmy.
I said it was a mistake

to let them come here
in the first place.

You were absolutely right,
of course, as usual.

We should never have brought them here.

Yet here they are.

And our mole's no doubt blown
the gaff on them, too.

God, of course.

Now, don't be downhearted, Franny.

Yes, it's a pickle.

Drastic measures are called for.

And speed.

♪

[FAUCET RUNNING]

- ♪ Bring me sunshine ♪
- [HUMMING A TUNE]

♪ In your smile ♪

♪ Bring me laughter ♪

♪ All the while ♪

♪ In this world where we live ♪

- ♪ There should be more happiness ♪
- [TEAKETTLE WHISTLING]

- ♪ So much joy you can give ♪
- [WHISTLING STOPS]

- ♪ To each brand-new bright tomorrow ♪
- [WATER POURING]

♪ Make me happy... ♪

Oh. Hello, early bird.

I didn't hear you come in last night.

Ooh, that milk's turning.

Mum.

That government job I told you about...

it went wrong.

Oh, no.

Did somebody die?

No, Mum.

That's the problem.

[SNIFFLING]

Alfie.

- [SNIFFS]
- I'm sorry, Mum.

I can't go back to Newgate. I can't.

No. You mustn't.

You're doing the right thing, son.

I should go now.

I shouldn't be here at all.

Don't you want to see your father?

No. I can't.

Look, just tell him that I'm...

You can't what?

Tell me what?

What's all this wailing, Mother?

The police wanted him to do
a murder, and he wouldn't,

so now they want him back in Newgate,

and he can't do that,
so he's going on the run.

He's a fugitive.

Oh, nonsense. What?

Maybe the West Indies.

- Or America.
- Probably not, Mum.

More likely just Wales.

Just until the heat dies down.

Look, I really have to go.

- Yeah.
- Bye, Mum. Love you.

Wales?

I really have to go, Dad.

I love you.

♪

♪ Let your arms be as warm ♪

♪ As the sun from up above ♪

♪ Bring me fun, bring me sunshine ♪

♪ Bring me love ♪

♪ Bring me fun, bring me sunshine ♪

♪ Bring me love. ♪

HARWOOD: The prime
minister tried to kill me.

- Can you blame him?
- Not at all.

I'd probably try the same in his shoes.

But he failed.

And now the crisis is
here, and I must act.

Either he goes or I do.

He goes only if we say so.

Who's a better friend to the army, hmm?

Who'll double your budgets?

Who'll bring you into the government?

Who'll give you weapons to fight with?

Enemies to fight against?

All salient points.

You know we support your agenda,

but we answer to the Crown.

If the queen is with you, then we are.

If not...

The queen is with me.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

♪

♪

Your Majesty.

[LOUD SCREAM]

Deer can make that noise sometimes.

[DISTANT CRIES]

[EXHALES]

Oh, shit.

Cry for help.

Go on. Cry for help.

GHILLIE: Help.

Yes, go help.

- [THUMP]
- [GASPS]

[WHIMPERING]

[SCREAMING]

[GASPING]

[GRUNTS]

[GASPS]

- [RUSTLING NEARBY]
- [GASPS]

Nice to meet you, Your Majesty.

Drop the gun.

Drop the fucking gun!

♪

[GASPS QUIETLY]

♪

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-- www.addic7ed.com --

♪ Get down, deeper and down ♪

♪ Down, down, deeper and down ♪

♪ Down, down deeper and down ♪

♪ Get down, deeper and down ♪

♪ I want all ♪

♪ The world to see ♪

♪ To see you're laughing and
you're laughing at me ♪

♪ I can take it all from you ♪

♪ Again, again, again,
again, again, again, again ♪

♪ And deeper and down ♪

♪ Down, down, deeper and down ♪

♪ Down, down, deeper and down ♪

♪ Down, down deeper and down ♪

♪ Get down, deeper and down. ♪

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