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[CROWD CHEERING]

ALFIE: The Raven Union
is gonna attack London

before the year's out.

There'll be a proper argy-bargy.

- Fuck off, mate.
- [GUNSHOT]

[GROANING IN AGONY]

THOMAS: The Union have
the regular Army on their side.

They have tanks, artillery

- and man power, and they're up against...
- [BLOW STRIKES]

... poorly-armed, poorly-led civilians.

BET: We're charging you with...

subversion and conspiring
to commit violent acts.

Take your clothes off.

Tell you what, sir...

This is the chap.

Colonel John Salt of the Union Militia.

SALT: Before the war,

I worked at a place we called Room 101.

A torture chamber really.

When you're ready, mate.

We're in a bit of a hurry.

Best find a bus stop then, eh?

It's good to see you, Thomas.

The big news is, I'm engaged.

No kidding.

- Goodbye, young man.
- Perhaps we'll meet again.

You know me, I love a crisis.

[♪]

CLIFF RICHARDS [OVER PA]:
London, rejoice!

- _
- Final victory of the Raven Union is near.

With the might of the
armed forces on our side,

we will triumph over the English
League and their young Queen.

The leftist factions still tyrannize...

[BULLET RINGS OFF SPEAKER]

AZIZ: Hello, Martha.

Glad to see you amusing yourself.

We have time on our hands.

The Union just lob
the occasional mortar.

Waiting for us to surrender, I guess.

How I wish we could do that.

- [GUNSHOT]
- Surrender.

The very word sounds delicious.

News of Salt's escape
reached you I expect.

It did.

I'm sorry to waste all your good work.

Entirely my fault.

What went wrong?

Sad to say, I'm about 87% sure

we were set up by Alfred Pennyworth.

- Wow.
- [GUNSHOT]

The lousy son of a bitch.

A useful man you know
to be untrustworthy

is better than no man at all.

I don't know about that.

Talking of useful men,

I hear you ran into
an old friend of ours.

Oh. Oh, yes, yes. Yeah,
Thomas Wayne came by.

How is the rascal?

[DRY CHUCKLE]

That's why you came all
the way out here to see me.

Heh. I do try to avoid
front lines if I can.

Since when are you spying on me, Victor?

- Please.
- Seriously.

Seriously, Martha, get a grip.

We were following Thomas Wayne.

Right. Sorry.

- Paranoia.
- I know the feeling.

Thomas Wayne was fine and dandy.

Blooming. What d'you want to know?

[SNIFFS] Uh...

Still with the same company, is he?

Yup.

And the company says fuck
liberty and democracy,

they're staying neutral.

Of course they are.

And that doesn't mean we shouldn't
cultivate their friendship.

- I hope you were friendly.
- Friendly? No.

[SIGHS, GRUNTS]

- No?
- I told him to take a hike.

Why on earth did you do that?

He only came by to snoop around.

Fuck him and fuck the CIA.

My dear Martha, you must tell him

he need not hike anywhere

- on your account.
- The hell I will.

[EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE]

I gather he's engaged to be married.

What of it?

Perhaps, and I tread lightly here,

perhaps his engagement
has peeved you, somehow?

I'm not the slightest bit peeved.

Uh... Okay, yeah, I'm peeved.

[STAMMERS]

I'm peeved because he and his paymasters

are standing by and letting
fascists take over this country.

And we, Martha, must do our best

to encourage them not to do that.

For liberty and democracy and all that.

It's your duty.

[CROW SQUAWKS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

What are you looking at?

Where are you taking me?

Wherever this bus goes.

If it ever comes.

Then we'll see.

Just so long as we're out
of the immediate vicinity.

I want to go home.

- You can't.
- Why not?

First place they'll be looking for you.

Looking for me?

Slow as paint.

You're lucky you've got me
watching out for you.

If I let you go off on your
own, you'll be caught,

and they'll blame you for
killing Major Sutcliffe

and they'll hang you.

Now, you're with me
until I get this sorted.

Sorted? How?

Lord Harwood's a close
personal friend of mine.

Soon as I tell him what's occurred,

he'll have it all expunged.

That's the technical word for it.

- Expunged.
- Lord Harwood?

A friend of yours?

You're looking at me like I'm a liar.

No.

If you say it's so.

He made me a captain, got me this job.

If there's owt he can do for
me, his Lordship'll do it.

Fuck's sake, gloomy guts.

Time was you were banged up
naked with a cock in your face.

- Look at you now.
- I'm cold.

Why didn't you say something?

Hey, you.

Hello.

- You all right?
- Mmm.

- Give us your coat.
- Pardon?

Your coat, man.

My coat?

I don't... What?

Give us. Your coat.

[BET SIGHS]

Thank you.

BET: Well, Where's this fucking bus, eh?

♪ One, two ♪
♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

['50s STYLE ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS WITHIN]

Come on!

[LIVELY CHATTERING]

Love, thank you.

WAITRESS: Oi!

Get another one.

- [POPS]
- [EXHALES] America.

BOTH [CHUCKLE]: America.

When?

Lot of pay-offs to make,

but we should be underway
end of next week.

When do we tell Chadley and the staff?

We don't.

We'll leave 'em a note and some cash.

Walk away without saying goodbye?

That's cold.

It's just good sense.

If we tell the staff,

it's as good as telling the whole city

- we're leaving.
- [SCOFFS] We are leaving.

People will say we're running away.

- We are running away.
- We're not running away,

- we're moving on.
- Since when d'you care

- what other people say?
- I don't.

I just don't want any
aggravation, that's all.

Surprise is always the best strategy.

True. Especially when
you're running away.

But you'll tell Sandra
you're leavin', eh?

When the time's right.

I feel bad for her. Poor wee thing.

Fuck's sake, Daveboy.

BAZZA [SIGHS]: He feels bad too.

I feel great thank you very much.

We're making a fresh start.

New horizons.

Stands to reason there'll be
hard choices along the way.

[RAIN PATTERING]

DAVEBOY: Here's to
hard choices then, eh?

- BAZZA: Hard choices.
- Hard choices.

[♪]

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[DEAD PHONE TONE RINGS OUT]

Sod it.

Lines are down.

[SHIVERING] What'll we do?

I'm thinking.

I'm tired. I can't walk anymore.

We'll have to hide somewhere

until I can talk to his Lordship.

Word of what we've done
will be all over by now.

I haven't done anything.

Stop moaning.

Come on.

BET: There we are then.

[HANDCUFFS CLICK]

Nice and cozy, eh?

Mm-hmm.

It'll do.

I'll try his Lordship again later

and the phones'll work...

... and we'll be right as rain.

[♪]

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GAUNT: Have you ever been
to Liverpool, Jimmy?

Can't say that I have.

Ghastly place.

But I like the people though.

Amusing.

Stubborn.

I wish to God they would surrender.

All of them. Manchester, London.

Horrors they would save us from.

Well, you know they won't, old girl.

Not yet.

One last fierce assault
should break them.

- They leave us no choice.
- Now, there are always choices.

- Oh.
- Ah.

HARWOOD: Salt, it's good to
have you back on the job.

What would we do without you?

What d'you got for us today?

Good morning, your Lordship.

Mrs. Gaunt.

I have the results of the
latest Stormcloud tests.

[FOLDER THUMPS ON DESK]

Well, I'll... I'll look at those later.

Stormcloud tests?
That sounds intriguing.

HARWOOD: Well, it's all very
speculative. You know these boffins.

On what are they speculating?

I'm sorry, sir.
I assumed Mrs. Gaunt knew.

Never mind, Salt.

It's all top secret stuff.

Top secret, from me?

These things have to be kept close.

- Strictly need to know basis.
- I need to know.

It's chemicals.

- Chemicals?
- Yes.

Gases and so forth.

Salt can fill you in on all the details.

But I say it's all very speculative.

You mean poisonous gases?

For God's sake, woman, we're at war.

You want choices? Well,
here's a damn choice.

Well, Colonel Salt,

tell me about these
'speculative' gases of yours.

Yes, ma'am.

The science department reports

the latest tests of the
prototype are promising,

as regards reaction time and
post mortem presentation.

I have the numbers here if
you'd like to look at them.

And what, in God's name,
is post mortem presentation?

How the victims look after death.

An important metric.

[DRY CHUCKLE]

You can go now.

I know, I know.

You needn't give me a
lecture. You're right.

This won't do.

Promise me to put an
end to this monstrosity.

The boffins come up
with this clever stuff

and it's hard not to get drawn in.

Promise me.

There is a moral argument to be made.

Oh, really?

In cold numbers of human
death and injury caused,

gas is actually no worse than
aerial bombing and artillery.

Except there's no structural
damage. See, that's the thing.

No, Jimmy. That is not the thing.

You're right. [KNOCKS ON TABLE]

It won't do. I'll put a stop to it.

[STAMMERS] I'll... I will.

- POTTER [ON TV]: No, it is not famine...
- [DOOR OPENS]

... or disease that
will bring humanity low.

It is not Lord Harwood
and his fascist cronies.

- We'll see them off.
- What are you watching?

- The nuclear bomb, my friends.
- It was cowboys.

That's the enemy.

- They say the bomb brings peace.
- [SIGHS]

Those are the dread...

[TURNS OFF TV]

- Cup of tea?
- I'm having a sherry.

I'll put the kettle on.
I've got good news.

[WARILY] What's that then?

- We've got the money.
- What money?

We've got enough money
now for the bribes

and the transit papers and the visas.

We're going to America, Mom.

A new life.

Just now on the telly,
a man in America died

from a bear having a go at him.

They get up to all sorts,
the animals over there.

Not everywhere. Not in the cities.

I keep telling you I'm not going

and you keep acting as
though you can't hear me.

"A new life," he says. What am
I going to do with a new life?

Well, I'm not gonna
leave you here, am I?

What if the neighbors came
round and saw you like this?

Like what?

There's cobwebs on the mantel and
you're on the sherry and chips

watching Bonanza.

If Dad was here he'd say,
"Where's your gumption, Mother?"

He'd say, "Pull your socks up."

And I'd tell him where to
shove his bloody socks.

And bugger the neighbors!

They point at me and whisper.

There's her whose son killed his father.

Stay away from her.
I can't even look at you

without thinking about what happened.

[♪]

That's all in the past, Mom.

We have to try to move forward.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

- Sorry.
- That's all right, Mom.

I don't want to move forward, Alfie.

I just want to end my life here,

and sooner rather than later.

In a place I'm used to.

Least said soonest mended, eh?

[DRY CHUCKLE]

I'll put the kettle on.

[OBJECTS CLATTER]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Pleasure to see you, ma'am.

- What brings you to London?
- The food.

Mmm.

Don't get me started.

I'm on route to Moscow.
Figure I'd stop by.

There's a project underway

that's best discussed face to face.

Yes, ma'am.

We have a problem with
the hydrogen bomb.

Well, it's a great product,
but the public don't like it.

Image wise, the nuclear
disarmament folks

have done a darn good job

of painting us as greedy warmongers.

We're over it.

We're going to start kicking
some public relations butt.

[DUBIOUS] It sounds like an idea.

The top anti-nuclear
campaigner in England

is Archbishop Potter,

Prime Minister of The English League.

Now, he's got beaucoup moral authority,

and he is highly problematic to kill.

So what do we do?

Take away his moral
authority, I suppose.

- Can you say that with a smile?
- Do I have to?

Politics is dirty, Thomas.

You got to enjoy playing in the dirt.

I follow policy directives.

Whether or not I enjoy the task.

I'm glad to hear you say so.

I haven't gotten to the part
you really won't enjoy.

[LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Hello, Alfie.

Evening.

Join us.

I wanted a word with your girl here,

but I can come back
later if you're busy.

Nah, we're just talking
a bit of business.

Oh?

I was just saying to Sand here,
I've been in discussions

with the manager of the Hippodrome.

He's figured of offering her a shot,
you know, as an opening act.

- [SANDRA CHUCKLES]
- Nice.

Yeah. We've got to choose
the right repertoire,

you know, work on her
stagecraft as we call it,

but things are looking really good.

SANDRA: Dad says we have
to strike while the iron's hot

and all that... I don't think I'm ready.

Oh, give over. Look at you.

You're beautiful, you
sing like a fucking bird,

what more could you want, am I right?

He's right.

Sky's the limit, Sands.

Right, I'll leave you
two lovebirds to it.

Gotta piss. Me bladder's
like a prune these days.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

SANDRA: Dad!

- Go on then.
- What?

You wanted a word.

Right. Yeah, I do.

Don't worry,

I won't give you the elbow
when I'm rich and famous,

if that's what you're worried about.

That's, that's good.
Yeah, no, it's some...

You can be my bodyguard.

We'll be flying around
in airplanes and that.

It'll be ever so glamorous.

- Sounds nice.
- Well, you know me, I'm loyal.

Yeah, you are.

[DRY CHUCKLE]

Why you looking sad?

I'm not, I'm just thinking...

What the fuck's he doing here?

- SANDRA: Who?
- Thomas Wayne.

I, um, I better go and say hello.

We'll talk later, yeah?

I'd like a gin and tonic, please.

[JAZZ SONG ENDS]

Mr. Wayne?

Alfred!

What a... What a pleasant surprise.

- You work here?
- It's my club.

[STAMMERS] Wow, uh, that's excellent.

You're doing very well then. Bravo.

You were home in the States.

Well, I was.

I'm back.

Welcome back then, I suppose.

Thomas, my dear, how are you?

Hello, I'm Aleister Crowley.

Alfred Pennyworth.

Ah, the notorious Alfred Pennyworth.

I've heard so much about you.

What a lovely place you have.

I thought you'd look more butch.

You're so young and pretty.

All right. Nice to meet
you, Mr. Crowley.

- Sheri...
- Yes, Alfie.

Take good care of these
gentlemen for me.

Mr. Wayne's an old friend.

SHERI: Will do, Alfie.

Gentlemen...

Come with me.

SHERI: Here we are.

What can I get you?

Gin and tonic, please, my dear.

- A glass of milk.
- Sure.

You might have chosen a
more discreet place to meet.

Oh, don't worry.

Tout le monde gathers here.

One might bump into anyone
without arousing suspicion.

What can I do for you, Thomas?

I was surprised to hear from you.

We parted in such acrimony.

Yeah, I was surprised myself.

My superiors have a proposal for you.

You have superiors?

You astonish me. Tell all.

We gather you're very well connected

inside the Raven Union.

- You gather correctly.
- But...

you're held at arms length,
in the shadows.

Because you do the squalid things

that other people find repugnant.

A sort of carrion bird.

Precisely.

I'm loving the proposal so far.

A close friendship with a U.S. agency

would elevate your status inside
the Union, would it not?

You intrigue me. Go on.

If a particular individual,

identified as harmful to
Anglo-American relations,

if that person suffered some sort of...

scandal, driving them
from public life...

Langley would find a way
of showing gratitude.

I accept your proposal.

Who's my pigeon?

Archbishop Potter.

Archbishop Potter?

Prime Minister of the English League.

Pillar of morality.

Difficult, but not impossible.

Consider it done.

I'm sorry that you're so
personally conflicted.

My personal feelings are
neither here nor there.

I have only one condition.

Don't give me any of
your soul selling drivel.

No, no, you've already sold your soul.

All I want...

is a kiss.

[INCREDULOUS LAUGH]

God loves you, Thomas,

but He's very judgmental, isn't He?

Satan doesn't judge.

He adores every part of you.

Even the squalid lust for advancement

that led you here.

All he wants in return,
is a little respect.

A gesture of friendship.

You're serious?

Always.

[WHISPERS] Goddamn it...

Thank you.

AZIZ: Manchester and Liverpool
can hold out for now at least.

- _
- If we send them more men and supplies,

they may last a couple of months more,

but they will still be
defeated in the end.

ARCHBISHOP POTTER:
I won't hear such talk.

We must think positively.

- There is always hope.
- Hear hear!

With all due respect, Prime Minister,

I am thinking positively.

We must use the time and
the resources we still have

to build better defenses for London.

I disagree. We cannot afford
to lose any more territory.

We must resolve to hold Manchester

and Liverpool at all costs.

Resolution is all very well, Mr. Ripper,

but it's no impedance to tanks.

Are they really truly doomed?

They've done jolly well so far.

Doomed, ma'am, and draining
vital resources from London.

RIPPER: For a policeman,
you're very sure

of your military expertise.

Are gravediggers any more qualified?

Chair recognizes the Woodcraft Folk.

Speaking as a person of
proud Cornish descent,

I'd like to point out,
the all too typical

- London-centric focus of this debate.
- Oh, my God.

Your point is well taken, young man.

Let us take a brief moment to
send our prayers and thoughts

to the people of Cornwall
and the Channel Islands,

fighting the good fight alongside us.

[♪]

- Operator.
- Hello, Operator.

Put us through to Raven
Union HQ switchboard

in Watford, please.

- Right away.
- Raven Union headquarters.

Hello, Lord Harwood's office, please.

SECRETARY [OVER PHONE]:
May I ask what's this calling regarding?

That's my business, pet.

- You can say it's a friend of his Lordship.
- One moment.

- [SHEEP BAAING IN DISTANCE]
- [PHONE RINGING WITHIN]

Leader's office.

Good morning.

May I speak to his Lordship,
if you'd be so kind.

Name and purpose of call?

It's a personal matter.

- We're old friends.
- Name?

Tell him it's Bet.

I'm in a spot of bother
and I need his help.

Thank you, madame.
Your call has been logged

and will receive the
appropriate attention.

No, pet, you don't understand.

I need to speak to him.

That's not how it works.
Good day to you.

Hel... ? Hello?

Hello?

- Operator.
- Hello, Operator.

Primrose 2154, please.

North London is under siege, madame.

Yes, I know they're under siege.

But they've still got
phones, haven't they?

I need to speak to my sister.

All lines in North London
has been disconnected...

Well, when are you gonna
switch 'em back on?

Our teams are currently working hard...

That's no bloody good, is it?

Could take months.

- It was nice to talk you, madame.
- Thanks for nothing.

[♪]

KATIE: Help! Help!

Help! I'm in here!

Hellfire! Why are you yelling?

I told you I'd come back, didn't I?

- You've been gone for hours.
- [BOTTLES CLINKING]

Well, I'm back now.

I've got bread and then cheese,

margarine, and...

a bottle of Tizer.

I'll make the sandwiches.

You can help if you like.

We'll have a picnic.

I thought I was going to die.

Death by being on your own for a bit?

Terrible way to go.

I was scared you wouldn't come back.

Don't be silly.

Now then, I'll uncuff you,

but you'll have to promise
not to play silly buggers.

- All right?
- I promise.

Honestly, how a nervous nelly like you

could go around doing terrorism?

You must have been shitting yourself.

I'm not a terrorist.

- So you keep saying.
- I'm not.

I'd like to believe you, duck, I would,

but they do it by science now,

identifying subversives.

They've got machines.

American machines.

The yanks aren't going to
get it wrong, are they?

They're sending a bastard to the Moon.

I told you, I'm an art student.
I go to Norwich Poly.

That reminds me.

You could do us a drawing, eh?

Take your mind off things.

I don't feel like drawing.

Go on. You can draw me.

I don't want to.

Doesn't have to be me.

Use your imagination.

I don't want to draw.

Oh, I see.

You're not an artist,
are you? That was lies.

You don't want to draw

because you'll show yourself
up to be a bloody terrorist.

That is not...

You...

Okay, I'll draw something.

Good lass.

[TOOLS CLATTERING]

I'll know if you're any good, mind.

My little sister were mad for drawing.

Years after she'd gone we'd find
her pencils down the settee.

[♪]

[SCRIBBLING]

[KATIE GRUNTS]

Why'd you do that?

Please let me go! Please!

I've told you more than
once why that's not on.

- Why can't you see sense?
- Because you're crazy!

I'm... I'm trying to help you.

I am.

MILITIA MAN: Oi!

This area is closed by
order of county marshals.

Sorry, duck.

Didn't see the signs. We'll be off.

What were you doin'?

Having a snog.

BET: Not illegal, is it?

Let's see your ID cards.

- Left 'em at home.
- You're coming with us then.

[MEN GRUNTING]

[YELLS, THEN GRUNTS IN PAIN]

Thank you.

You took long enough.

[BET GRUNTS, SIGHS]

Are they... Are they all right?

Yeah. Not to worry.

[BOTTLE SHATTERS]

- [MAN GRUNTS]
- [KATIE GASPING]

- No!
- [MAN GAGGING]

- [GLASS SHATTERS]
- What?

Why did you do that?

Can't have 'em telling where we are.

We'll have hundreds of
the buggers after us.

[KATIE GAGS AND RETCHES]

You're a bit soft for a terrorist,

- innit ya?
- I'm not a terrorist!

Oh, keep your knickers on.

I'm just teasing you.

Best be off, eh?

[♪]

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

WOMAN [OVER PHONE]:
Hello, is Alfie there, please?

I'm afraid he's at work.

You're sure he's not there?

I just said that, didn't I?

Just want to be on the safe side.

[MRS. PENNYWORTH SCREAMING]

Get your hands off me!
Get your filthy hands off me!

Who the fuck are you?!

Get off! Get off!

Get off!

[MRS. PENNYWORTH EXCLAIMS]
Fucking asshole!

You fucking bastards!

- Thank you.
- SANDRA: Alfie!

- Guess what?
- What?

I'm on at the Hippodrome!

- They said yes!
- Hey! That's brilliant!

- Well done, girl!
- [SANDRA GIGGLES]

I'm bottom of the bill
and I only sing one song,

but still, the Hippodrome.

Hey, I'm really, really proud of you.

It's three weeks from Saturday.

You'll come, won't you?

Make sure you haven't got a job on.

Um, yeah. 'Course. I'll try.

- You'll try?
- Yeah.

No. No, I'll be there.

But you never know, do you?

There's a war on.

Don't say that.

What song you going to sing?

Well, Dad wants me to sing a ballad,

but I'll be ever so nervous
and my ballads are wobbly

when I'm nervous...

I think I'd rather do more of
a sing along sort of number.

What do you reckon?

Um, I'll have a think.

It'd be nice if I sing
a song you choose.

It was you that gave me
the courage to do this.

No, no, it's you that's done this.

You, with your talent and your goodness.

Nothing to do with me.
You remember that.

- MAN: Sandra...
- Yeah?

You had something to wanted to tell me?

From early.

No. No, never mind.

Not important.

Okay.

Coming!

There you go.

Texas hold 'em is all
they play in Las Vegas.

I'll get the hang of it,
but it's a strange game.

It's more of a knife
fight than a chess match.

[SIGHS]

Problem?

Nah. Cushty.

You don't have to go.

- Do what?
- I'm going,

but you don't have to.

What are you on about?

You're mad. I'm going.

How old's that sandwich?

Old.

[PHONE RINGING]

If it's the Queen, I'm not here.

Hello?

Bazza, is Alfie there?

- He's right here.
- Alfie, it's your mother.

Mom?

Alfie...

I've been kidnapped.

Are you all right? Have they hurt you?

I'm all right. They want me
to read this letter to you.

It's going to be all right, Mom.

"If you want to see me alive again,

"come alone with $20,000

"to the corner of Battlebridge Road

"and York Way.

"They know you've got the
money so don't try to bargain.

"You've got one hour.

Alone, or I'm dead."

- It's going to be all right, Mom.
- Don't do it, Alfie!

- [GASPS]
- [HANGS UP PHONE]

[DIAL TONE]

Mom's been taken.

They want the money in Kings Cross.

- One hour.
- I'll get the car...

- [BOTH GRUNT]
- You silly cow!

What d'you do that for?

Daveboy! Boots on!

[♪]

It costs nothing to be polite.

Do you want to fucking die?

I'm not bothered.

Couldn't care less.

You'd offer me a glass of water
if you was a gentleman.

[WATER POURS FROM FAUCET, STOPS]

Very kind.

Who are you people?

That's why we have masks.

So you don't know who we are.

Must be very hot.

MALE DRIVER: Give me the bag.

Where's me mom?

Give me the bag and we'll let her go.

Fuck off. No mom, no bag.

That ain't the plan.

It's all there. No trouble.

But you got to show me my mom first.

That's only reasonable.

Give me the fucking bag,
mate, or we'll kill her!

Not your shout, is it?

You're an oily rag.

Go and tell your guvnor
that I won't cough up

until I see my mom.

Wait here.

[PIERCING WHISTLE]

I'm losing my touch.

I told you two to stay away.

Now get the fuck out of here.

Nah, it's only me.

Bazza!

Sorry.

Now fucking leg it,
before he comes back.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, get in the car.

[SMALL DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[THUMP IN DISTANCE]

[METALLIC CLATTERING IN DISTANCE]

Take out your gun and drop it.

- [GUN CLATTERS]
- Get in.

Only two of you?

I know judo and all that
you know. From the army.

[LAUGHING] Try something.

What's that? A flare gun?

I'm not a ship at sea.

It's a .44 Magnum,

and it'll take your head off

like a walnut whip.

Nah. That's a flare gun, mate.

Are you sailors? I know
you're fucking amateurs.

You're sailors, aren't
you? Jolly jack tars.

- Is that a flare gun? Is it?
- Oh, no, I stand corrected.

It's not a flare gun.

[GRUNTS IN PAIN]

You, keep drivin'.

If you've hurt my mom...

I don't even know what I'll do.

- [GRUNTING IN PAIN]
- Steady on, mate! She's all right!

Look, it's only business,
and we're all businessmen.

Businessmen?

Take off your mask.

I don't know you. Who the fuck are you?

We're just hired hands, mate.

- Who's your guvnor?
- I don't know.

- Give over.
- I swear!

He only hired us last week.
We met him twice

and he wears a mask all the time.

Like a secret mastermind sort of thing.

- Calls himself Mr. X.
- Where were you taking me?

DRIVER: Caravan on Clerkenwell Fields.

- Who's there?
- Your mum...

Well, a nice little old lady,

I assume that's your mum...
and the guvnor.

And three other blokes. Muscle.
I don't know who they are.

What, they wear masks too, do they?

Ugh... Please don't hit me again.

Take the second left.

Amateurs.

[CHUCKLES]

The money's all here.

Where's me mom?

Where's me mom?

ALFIE: Bring her out here.

Your money's all there, mate.

Hand her over and I'll give
this to you, I walk away.

But mom comes first.

- MRS. PENNYWORTH: Alfie?!
- Mom?

- MRS. PENNYWORTH: Is that you?
- You all right?

I'm all right, son.

Don't give the bastards a penny!

- MR. X: Shut it!
- Or else what?

You leave this to me!

MRS. PENNYWORTH: You've
worked hard for that money!

Mom! Be quiet and let me handle this.

MRS. PENNYWORTH:
Don't you tell me to be quiet!

You go away!

That money's for my grandchildren,

if you ever settle down,
which you should.

Not now, Mom!

MRS. PENNYWORTH:
You promised me you that,

and I'll die happy.

Fuck's sake.

Freeze!

Toss your guns away.

Now get on your knees,
hands on your head.

Now!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

- [GUNFIRE]
- [PEOPLE CLAMORING]

- It's okay, I've got you.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- They brought a gun!

[GUNFIRE; MRS. PENNYWORTH SCREAMS]

Stop!

Hold your fire, boys!

- You all right?
- I'm all right.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

Alfie!

Get the... Fuck.

Be a good chap and come
quietly, would you?

All right, Daveboy?

Oi, smashing.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Fuck.

They've got my money.

- You let them get away!
- What money is that?

Ransom money. They abducted my mom!

What the fuck are you doing here?

Perhaps we got the
wrong end of the stick.

We've been watching you
and we rather suspected

you were meeting with the
men who took Colonel Salt.

- Oh...
- A division of spoils.

This was not them?

Why would you suspect that?

Why do you suppose I would suspect that?

You're wrong.

And that's besides the point.

You've buggered me good and proper now.

Mr. Aziz. I might have known.

DAVEBOY: You bastards.

I was off to fuck Doris Day.

You're an albatross, you are.

Hmm.

[♪]

[CROW CAWS]

[PANTING]

Oh, God...

Forgive me.

[LOUD GRUNTING WITH EACH STRIKE]

[GASPS]

NUN: Oh, sir! Don't do that.

[CROWLEY SOBBING]

Oh...

Oh, God, I beg you! Forgive me!

Forgive me.

My child, please stop.

Tell me what's wrong.

Only God can help me.

I talk with God all the time.

Perhaps I can help you
get in touch with him.

Let's have a cup of tea, shall we?

ARCHBISHOP POTTER: Would you
like some liniment for your head?

You'll have a nasty bruise.

A sign of piety among the Saracen.

Will you tell me your
troubles, young man?

You don't have to tell
me anything of course.

You don't have to speak at
all if you don't want to.

Tea and biscuits is often
enough, don't you find?

You know my troubles.

How can I know your troubles?

Don't you know who I am?

I know who you are.

What do you know?

You believe you're a
servant of the Devil.

I've never suffered
such a delusion myself,

so I can't truly know your troubles.

I can guess, but I
don't want to do that.

I want to escape from him,

but I don't know if I have the strength.

You have the strength.

The Devil has no servants.

He's a ghost we conjure up
to explain away our sins.

He's the dog that ate your homework.

ARCHBISHOP POTTER: Let your
mind dwell in the light of God

and he will disappear like a shadow.

I've seen him. I've touched him.

He did evil things to me.
I know he's real.

More real than you or I.

What did he do to you?

It's not that I don't want to tell you,

but you wouldn't believe
or understand me.

[SCOFFS]

You can let me try.

I'm not sure you want to
go where I'll take you.

Don't you worry about me.

Close your eyes.

[♪]

Leave this world.

Go down to the darkest depths
of your imagination.

Then descend further.

And further.

Imagine feeling,

in that moment of vile
unspeakable degradation,

the most intense bliss.

As if the universe
trembled at your touch

and opened up like a flower.

[EXHALES]

I'm afraid my imagination
has no such depths.

I could show you.

But I wouldn't want to do that.
You seem like a good kind man.

[TEA CUP CLATTERING]

I'm sorry to burden
you with my torments.

Oh, heavens, don't apologize.

I'm here to help.

What d'you mean exactly,

you could show me?

Those depths?

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