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Alfie, you fucked my wife.

-I raised you better than that.
-You didn't raise me.

Yes, of-of course.
I-I'm not your father, but...

but I'd wager you
a pretty penny that he'd be

as ashamed of you as I am.
Run.

Or I'm gonna put a bullet
through your head right now.

Fuck's sake.

All right, Gully.

-It wasn't Melanie's fault.
-Oh.

A gentleman to the end, eh?

I thought you were
a bloody hero.

Turns out you're just
bloody mad.

-Aren't you gonna kill me?
-Nah.

We have sex a few times
and I get knocked up.

It's a good surprise.
Can we agree to get married now?

-No, it's not that simple.
-Let me make it simple.

I have to go on
a perilous mission,

and we're
having a baby together.

This lot's saying
that the Raven Union's gonna

drop that terror bomb on London.

We have till 4:00 p.m. tomorrow.

We're not beaten yet.
We have a plan.

Oh, here it comes.

I show up, unannounced,

bringing them back their
missing scientists. Then...

Then what?
-Oi!

Then we steal
Stormcloud from them.

Let's be off then, yeah?

That's your plan? No chance.

-Drop your weapons. Hands up.
-Easy, now.

I'm afraid
we can't let you leave.

Give them a good drubbing.

I shall create a diversion.

Then you get a message
to Frances Gaunt.

You send her my fondest love,

and you tell her
how deeply sorry I am

-for wronging her so cruelly.
-But what about you?

-Onward!
-No!

Lord Harwood was my friend.

This is rightful revenge.

Anything bad happens
and you're dead.

They're a special request

from the High Chancellor.

Don't worry, duck.
We're getting you out of here.

Hello, ladies.

Uh, looking for the penthouse,
I expect.

Oh, thank goodness
you found us.

Right this way, ladies.

Commendable.

You chaps keep trying.

Sir,

may I have a few words
in private with my son?

Do you really think
your mother would forgive me?

-Who gives a toss?
-I do.

I want to see her again
before I die.

Hard cheese for you, then.

We'll both be dead by tonight.

There's a gun in my left pocket.

Don't just stare at me, boy.

-Hello?
-You're never gonna guess what.

Goddamn it, Salt,
the deadline has passed

and they haven't surrendered.

So much for your bloody plan.

Patience, General Thursday.

Patience.

The plan is working perfectly.

Oh... Oh, God. Oh...

Jeepers, would you look at that.

I'm quite close enough,
thank you.

Would you put that
fucking thing away?

Spooky thing.
Don't like the look of it.

Yeah, can we...
can we please put it back?

Okay, okay.

You all right?

Never you mind.

What are you doing?

Evacuating me bowels,
if you must know.

Fair play.

What made you change your mind

about all this
Raven malarkey, then?

I didn't.

Why would I change
the beliefs of a lifetime?

I'm a cripple, not senile.

I hope London falls

and the League are destroyed
like the commie vermin they are.

You fucked the Ravens' big plan.

For your mother's sake.

We'll win anyway.

You lot are buggered, trust me.

You better have something
good to say to Mum.

And don't count on
her being pleased

to see you,
if that's what you're hoping.

I don't care if she hates me,

as long as she understands me.

Understands what?

If there are things
in this world worth dying for,

then there are things
worth killing for.

Oh, lovely.
Back from the dead

with a cheery fascist motto.
She'll be delighted.

Yeah. Well, history
will judge me, not you.

-You can't judge me.
-No.

I can leave you by the side
of the fucking road, though.

Yeah, you could do that.
Rather you didn't.

No mottos, no history lessons.
Nish.

You tell Mom you love her,
and you're very, very sorry

for the grief you've caused,
and that's all. Promise?

Yeah.

Oh. Good morning,
Mrs. Pennyworth.

Oh, it's you, is it?

Is, um... is Alfie here?

No, he's not.

And you should be in hospital,

not galivanting about
looking for my boy.

Not that I'm defending
his behavior, mind you.

Where is he?

-I met your wife, Mr. Troy.
-Oh.

And not to be disrespectful,
I know her sort.

She led Alfie on.

All silk blouse and no knickers.

That's her sort.

Um, where is he?

He's gone back to work
for the League.

Saving the bloody world again.
Never mind his poor old mum.

Good day to you,
Mrs. Pennyworth.

Right.

And there it is.

-Yes!
-Well done!

Well done, my dear friends.

-So good to have you back.
-You look terrible.

We have to get you
to a hospital immediately.

We're fine.

Any word from Salt

-and the union?
-Silence.

The deadline passed
without a word.

They'll be licking their wounds
for a while, I expect.

-Good.
-Marvelous.

-Good.
-Where are Alfie and Daveboy?

They're fine.

Long story. Long, extremely
bizarre story, actually.

But enough about them for now.

-I'm back.
-Yes.

Yes?

You mean, yes, it's accurate
to say I'm back,

or do you mean... yes?

Yes, I mean yes.

She said yes!
We're getting married.

Oh, it's a celebration!

Mum?

Thank God you're back.

Look at the state of you.

-All right.

Fight the world, did you?

I did, as it happens.

That Mr. Troy was here.

Cor blimey, he don't give up,
does he?

Never mind that.

Sit down.
I've got news.

Never mind a man
come to murder you?

Must be very bad news.

No.
No, no, it's good news.

-Sort of.

I'll put the kettle on.

When a man says
there's good news

and it sounds like bad news...

it can only mean one thing.

She's pregnant, isn't she?

-Pregnant? Who?
-You tell me.

Way you've been
putting it about,

could be Mrs. Applebaum,
for all I know.

No, Mum,
there's no babies on the way.

To your knowledge.

It's about Dad.

What about Dad?

Suppose you could
talk to him now.

What would you say?

I don't know. Well,
I can't talk to him, can I?

So there's no point
thinking about it.

Suppose you could.

Aunt Phyllis went
to a gypsy in Southend

and spoke to her Tony
after he copped it.

She asked him where
he'd hid the premium bonds.

Would he tell her?
No, he would not.

On and on about
his bloody geraniums.

Well, suppose he said
he was really, really sorry.

Well, sorry's no substitute
for premium bonds.

I mean Dad.

What about if Dad came back
and said he was sorry.

-What would you say?
-What are you on about?

See, the thing is,

we never actually
got to see his body, did we?

So we've never been
quite 100% sure, have we?

I mean, there's nothing
like an actual body

to tell you what's what.

Have they found his body?

Yeah, they have.
Found his body.

And...

And he's still in it.

What?

He's alive, Mum.

Why would you say such a thing?

I don't know
how else to say it.

He's alive.

Raven Union scientists
put him back together.

He's not well, but he is alive.

Kettle's boiling.

-Did you hear what I just said?
-I'm not deaf.

My hearing's very good.

When I was a girl,
I used to hear dog whistles.

Your dad's alive.

Hello, my dear.

Comrades,
a celebration is in order,

but first we must deal
with this wretched thing.

Dr. Fox, how do we dispose
of this safely?

That's gonna take
some careful thought.

In the interim, some kind of
hermetically-sealed strongbox

-would...

Nobody fucking move!

-Where is Alfred Pennyworth?
-He's not here. Who are you?

-Where the fuck is he?!
-I don't know.

What's that?
What you got there?

-It's nothing.
-Give it to me.

No!
-No! No!

What the hell?

-I'm okay.
-Yeah, me, too.

Is everyone okay?

Yeah.

Oh.

They think they have taken
Stormcloud from us,

but actually I let them take one
of these de-weaponized capsules.

A ruse de guerre,
as you Army chaps call it.

A dastardly trick
is what I call it.

You never wanted peace.

You actually want
to use this vile bomb.

We offered peace. They refused.

That's all.

The world will see that we tried
our best to avoid this outcome.

Don't you see?

We'll be blameless
in the eyes of the world.

And in your conscience?

My conscience is clear.

Our enemies need to know terror
and humiliation.

Anything less than that,
they still have hope.

And until they have no hope,
true peace is impossible.

The British Army
will not commit atrocities,

however well-concealed
and justified.

Stormcloud will not be used.

Mm. I'm afraid
that's not up to you.

Bloody well is.

You need an Army airship
to deliver the damn thing,

and that you shall not have.

Actually, I don't need
your airship.

I don't need you or the Army.

What are you talking about?

I like to plan far ahead.

And I suspected you'd turn soft.

So I made sure your help
wouldn't be essential.

Progress waits for no man,
you know.

Stormcloud is already
on-site in Central London.

Ready to be detonated...
any time I wish.

Oh, my God.

You're mad.

You're actually mad.

I won't let you do this.

Not your call, old chap.

Unhand me, boy!

I understand this is all
new and shocking.

In an hour it will all be over.

Tomorrow you'll thank me.

Sir?

-League HQ on the line.
-Ah.

Listen to this.

Bravo.

You played us very neatly.

I don't know
what you're referring to.

Very well.

As prime minister
of Her Majesty's government

and leader of the League
armed forces,

I formally surrender
on the terms you specified.

I will relay the same message
to the international community.

Too late, I'm afraid.

A deadline is a deadline.

The... the deadline
is a technicality.

I say again,
we are surrendering.

You no longer have that option.

We shall respond
with appropriate force,

as promised.

I'll give you, mm, enough time
to say your goodbyes.

-But not enough time to escape.

Though you are welcome to try.

Entirely up to you.

Hello? Hello?

Well, that's that, then.

But shouldn't we try to run?

-There's no time.
Besides,

we'd be leaving else
in London to die.

It's not quite the thing,
really, is it?

Those that want to
should try though, certainly.

I'm sorry.

Shame.

I had a tenner on the sweeps
at Newmarket.

Sorry, old chap.

Cheers.
-Martha.

We have a new life to think of.
Shouldn't we at least

try and get you and our baby
out of here?

Yeah, I wish.
Lucius is right.

There's no time. Hey.

I've got a better idea.

Let's get married.

Married? Now?

Cold feet, huh?

No, I...

Let's do it.

Okay.

-Victor?
-Mm?

Will you marry us?

Uh, splendid idea!

Hello, Mum.

You all right?

I'll put the kettle on, eh?

You look terrible.

You look lovely.

I'll help Daveboy with the tea.

You, behave yourself.

And, Mum, give him a chance
to explain himself

before you give him a walloping.

Why didn't you tell us
you were alive?

I didn't want you
to see me like this.

And I knew
you'd be angry with me.

Bloody right I'm angry.

You did that to yourself.

To us.

It's as if I never knew you.

I had no idea
you were so unhappy.

I wasn't unhappy.

-You killed yourself.
-For a higher cause.

Balls.

-Higher than our marriage?

Higher than me?

For once in me life...

I wanted to do something useful.

Something important.

What are you talking about?

Your whole life you've
been useful and important.

No.

I was a servant.

A lackey.

Bowed

and served...

and opened doors for me betters.

Not them.

Me.

You were important to me.

And useful.

Now and again.

I thought we had a good life.

We did.

We did.

I'll get it.

Hello?

Alfie?

Bad news.
We got played.

Thanks very much.

Yeah, of course.

Are you listening?
Of course.

Mum.

I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

I shouldn't have
brought him here.

Why? What's wrong?

Tell her, Dad.

Tell her the truth.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

All this talk of love
and forgiveness was lies.

He only pretended he wanted
to come here and see you.

Part of a trick to make us
think we're safe, but we're not.

-I don't understand.
-The Ravens are gonna drop

that bloody gas bomb on us
anytime now.

And this one here arranged it.

By lying to me.

Is that true?

Say it.

I did want to see you again.

That wasn't a lie.

And I am dying.

But yes.

The rest was a lie.

I see.

-That's very disappointing.
-I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

This is what you wanted,
wasn't it?

Why would you be sorry?

Great changes cause great pain.

Sacrifice is necessary.

Sacrifice?

Your own wife?

My wife, my son...

myself, yes.

Much as I love you both.

We're nobodies.

She's not a nobody.

She's my fucking mum.

Zero Hour approaches,
Miss Dixon.

Steel yourself.

History is in the making.

Yes, sir.

I think I need a little privacy.

I'll be in the penthouse.

I'm not to be disturbed
under any circumstances.

Yes, sir.

Hmm.

Nothing better than a plain
digestive biscuit, eh?

Hmm?

You can keep your jaffa cakes.

Hmm.

Is it quick, then?

This bomb of yours--
will it kill us quick, at least?

So I'm told.

That's something anyway.

I know I betrayed you.

And I know you can't forgive me.

Did I say that?

I love you, don't I?

And you love me, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Well, then.

'Course I forgive you.

I don't.

I don't forgive you.

I wouldn't expect
anything else, son.

You're a man of hard principles.

You take after me that way.

I am nothing like you.

No.
No, you're a...

you're a better man than me.

That's for sure.

You have your mother's talent
for happiness.

I never got the hang of it.

Funny thing.

But when you gave me that gun...

I thought you were saving
my life because I'm your son.

Because you love me.

I do.

Bollocks!

I thought I was getting
my dad back.

Alive.

But you fooled us good
and proper, didn't you?

You're dead.

You're just a corpse
pretending to be alive.

And you should have stayed

-in your fucking grave!

Alfie!

I got that frame out west.

Ten shillings.

Ten shillings?

Never mind, Mother.

Eh?

Boys will be boys.

Sorry, Mum.

I was wrong.

And I'm sorry.

Now's too bloody late for sorry.

That's where you're wrong, son.

It's not too late.

What do you mean?

Stormcloud won't come
from an airship.

It's already in London,
and I know where.

Where?

-Oh!
-Whoa!

Do you, Martha, take Thomas

to be your lawful
wedded husband?

Yes, I do.

And do you, Thomas, take Martha

to be your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

Then, by the powers vested
in me, etcetera, etcetera,

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

-You may kiss the bride.

Aziz here.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Pennyworth.

Where?

-There.
-Yeah.

One, two,

-three.

Fuck.

Freeze!

Hands up!

I'll shoot!

Hands up!

Yo, mate, listen.

There's a bomb in here.

All right?
We're defusing a bomb.

Don't move.
I'll shoot.

For fuck's sake, listen to him!

-A bomb...
-Don't think I won't.

Come on, Johnny.

You're ready.

-You're read... What the...

Surprise.

Hello, John.

-Look, I don't...
Shut it.

Smack him, Vikki.

Smack him!

The gun's over there.
-What'd you leave it there for?

Fuck knows.

-Aah! Fuck!

Oh, sh...

All right?

All right.

Can you defuse the thing?

I have no fucking idea.

Could you hold it?

This is for Lord Harwood.

Stop your whinging, duck.

-This is just foreplay.

What's this?

Whatever you do,

don't press that button.
Please.

Oh, aye?

Why not?

I can't tell you.

You wouldn't understand.

Put it down, Bet.
He's being clever.

He wants you to press
that button, doesn't he?

It must be an alarm.
Give it here. Come on.

All right.

Alfie, just be ready.

Stop!

Steady on, Vikki.
We're all friends here.

-I win.

Oh, fudge. Too late.

-What's it doing?
-The reaction's started.

In about one minute, it'll reach
critical mass and explode.

Fuck.
How do we stop it?

Not a problem.

We closed it in
a hermetically-sealed steel box

and we drop the box
in the ocean.

Oh, well.

Slàinte mhath.

Nah.

-What happens if I swallow it?

I expect you'll burst.

Fuck it.
Worth a try. Here.

Stop.
And that's an order.

I'm the senior officer here.

If anyone's gonna play
at being the bloody hero,

it's me.

Fair play.

I don't think that's gonna help.

Chin-chin.

Yeah.

Boffins.
What the fuck do they know?

Mad to the fucking last.
Give me that flask.

-Lost comrades.
-Yeah.

We should be with 'em.

But not yet.

-What happened?
-I don't know.

-But we're still alive.
-Which is impossible.

Theoretically.

Boffins, eh?

Nobody move!

Stay where you are!

Keep your hands
where we can see 'em.

Good God.

Don't worry, General.

All under control.

Stormcloud has been
neutralized, you madman.

Thank God for that.

-Madame.
-General Thursday.

Mr. Salt has been
relieved of his duties.

I am now in command
of the Raven Union.

-You can take him away.

Good riddance.

Oh, well done, son.

I knew you'd save the day.

Let me go and tell your Dad.

He'll be very relieved.

Oh...

Good news.

Alfie defused the bomb
or something.

Anyway, we're all safe.

Tell Alfie
I'm very proud of him.

Well, you can tell him yourself.

Maybe I will.

Thank you for being sensible.
In the end.

Much appreciated.

I'm not being sensible.

I'm being sentimental.

About time.

Oh, I'd love a biscuit,

if that ginger gannet
has left any.

These are lovely.

I love you very much,
my darling.

It's so good to see you again.

Makes everything worthwhile.

I should hope so.

I love you, too.

God knows why.

Some men go mad
with fancy women

or giant train sets.

But you, no,

you have to be special.

I can't understand it.

Must have been
some kind of enzyme reaction.

I dare say it was.

Lost comrades.

Let's go.

-Oi!

What's that?

Go and get the sergeant!

Stand back, stand back.

-I wouldn't do that.

♪ Time takes a cigarette♪

♪ Puts it in your mouth♪

♪ You pull on your finger♪

♪ Then another finger,
then cigarette♪

♪ The wall-to-wall is calling♪

♪ It lingers, then you forget♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh♪

♪ You're a rock and roll
suicide♪

♪ You're too old to lose it♪

♪ Too young to choose it...♪

This is
an emergency news report

from the English League.
Raven forces have reached

-the London Free line...
Fuck.

...and are moving forward
with tanks and artillery.

All able League soldiers
and combatants

must rally to their assigned
posts to defend the city.

I repeat, Raven...

Where do you think you're going?

-You heard that.
-You're not a combatant,

and you're due in a week.

Exactly. That's... that's seven
whole days and nights from now.

Martha, I love you,
but really, you can't.

Thomas, I love you,
but really, I...

-What?

-I guess I can't.

-My water just broke.
-Oh, uh, right.

Well, excellent.
Uh, uh, that solves that.

-Um... Wow. Holy smokes.

Let's... let's get you
over to the couch.

-And...

And put your legs up
and do some breathing.

All right, steady.
Let's put your feet up.

Londoners, stand by.

Now remember
some breathing, okay?

-Do not adjust your picture.
-Just...

The New Raven Alliance
has taken over all frequencies.

-Hi, London.
-Welcome to a bright new future.

The final battle is at hand.

General Thursday and Mrs. Gaunt
say that today's the day.

London is going to be free.

You sons of bitches!

Pretty sure
it's best to stay calm.

Please, Londoners,
whilst the liberation work

-is in progress,
-Motherfuckers!

-let's all of us stay safe
-Fuck! Fuck!

and sensible
and shelter at home,

-preferably in the basement.
-I-I'm gonna call the midwife.

That's good advice, Keith.

And if you do see
a Union Liberator at work,

just give 'em
a wave and a smile.

-They're good lads.

Fire!

Can't get through!

Fuck.

-Easy.
-Piece of cake.

Careful out there, pet.

-Grenade!
-Take cover!

-Fuck.
-Shoot her!

Katie, get back.

-Oh.

Die, Raven scum!

Push, Martha.

-Push!

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good girl.

-Bit more. Come on.

-Good girl. That's it.
Good job.

-And breathe. And one more.

Traverse right!

Come on.
Gimme, gimme, gimme!

Fire!

What do we do?

Fucked if I know.

If those bloody reinforcements
don't come soon,

and lots of 'em,

we're buggered.

One more time.

-I can see the head.
-Okay.

Breathe with me. Breathe
with me.

-Well done. Well done.

Good job. Good job.

We're nearly there.

-You're okay.

Keeping pushing, Martha.

-Push!

Covering fire!

-Fuck.

Colonel fucking Pennyworth.
About bloody time.

Forgotten how to salute,
have you?

-Where's the reinforcements?
-This is it.

Fire!

One lorry?

Fuck's sake.
What's that gonna do?

-I expect we'll manage.
-How?

They think we're already beaten,
don't they?

That's 'cause we fucking are.

-That's their first mistake.
-Oh, aye?

And what's their second mistake?

They won't expect us to attack.

It's a girl.

Thank you.

Oh! Oh!

It's a bread van.

Brothers and sisters,
now, I think we should

stroll over there and give
these dossers some stick.

-Who's up for it?
-WOYeah, yeah.

-All right.
-Come on.

I can't hear you!
I said, who's up for it?!

Right, do it.

I got a line of sight.

What is it?

I can't see it.

It's just a bread van.

-Good luck.

Hey, make us a sandwich!

All right?

I feel like
a bloody Christmas tree.

Nah, you look great.

Don't he?

Aye, aye.

Anyone have a line of sight?

I haven't got anything.

♪ What you gonna do?♪

♪ Time's caught up with you♪

♪ Take your written rules♪

♪ You join the other fools♪

♪ Turn to something new♪

♪ Now it's killing you.♪

Forward!

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