All language subtitles for penny 9

I'm leaving, Sandra.
I'm going to America.

I really hope you have
a very happy life.

Come on, you know me

- better than that.
- I thought I did,

and then you fucked my wife.

Off we go, then.

What is it?

I can't go.

This is my home.

If that's not worth
fighting for,

then what is worth fighting for?

So, um, are the two of you
back together?

- We were never together.
- Oh, please.

You're dying to fuck each other.

No, you're way off base.

You won't need your condom.

Mm, why's that?

Because you didn't use
it last time and I'm already pregnant.

This is
John Salt's fancy woman.

- Oh, my poor hero.
- So we'll see how

her fella likes having
a loved one torn from his bosom.

We have an agent
inside the Raven Union.

They could kill
the entire population of London

with a device
the size of a cigarette lighter.

Secret meetings
with the prime minister

of the English League.

I went to speak to him
on your behalf.

I thought you'd approve.

Do you speak for Harwood
and the Union or for yourself?

I speak for the good
of the English people.

God help you if Stormcloud
is ever deployed.

God help all of us.

- Girls.
- We've come to get you out.

We've got a car and a driver
down the road.

How do you propose to do that?
That's the British Army outside.

The house is surrounded.

I ask you to surrender yourself.

I'll surrender tomorrow,
and only to Colonel Salt.

We can have
a-a splendid evening together.

Lovely.

Soldiers of the Raven Union,

I order you
to lay down your arms.

- Onward!
- No!

Lord Harwood's sad demise
has given us pause.

This war has gone on
long enough.

We could hold talks
in the spirit of new beginnings.

We invited you here
in good faith.

What remains of League forces,
and both of you personally,

must surrender unconditionally.

If you fail to do so,
we will deploy

a Stormcloud device over London.

The Raven Union Council
won't sanction...

The Council will do what I say!

- Yes.
- Yes.

I say yes.

Don't you dare move.

Mum.

Oh, it's you, is it?

Hello, Alfred.

- Good morning, Mr. Pennyworth.
- Jesus.

- What happened to you?
- Not as bad as it looks.

I know they're up to no good,
but they're your friends,

so I can't
very well extricate them.

If you lot upset him
and his stitches come out,

I'll have your guts for garters.

Who wants tea?

Lucius is the one who's
actually seen this at work.

Yeah, and it's not
pretty. That stuff is violent.

- And we've got 48...
- Oi!

No whispering.

48 hours.

48 hours?

- Fuck.
- From yesterday.

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

- Fuck.
- Language.

- You say "fuck."
- Not in company.

Just so you don't accuse me
of hiding things from you,

this lot is saying that

the Raven Union's gonna drop
that terror bomb

unless the League surrenders
by tomorrow afternoon.

You said they wouldn't do that.

You said the war was
practically over.

I was wrong.

We haven't been
beaten yet. We have a plan.

Oh, here it comes.

Don't you listen to them, Alfie.

The entire stock of Stormcloud

is in a laboratory at Raven HQ
in a bottle this size.

In a fortress this size.

I'm still officially
CIA station chief.

An important ally of the Ravens.

I show up unannounced,
bringing them back

- their missing scientist...
- Then what?

Then we steal Stormcloud
from them.

- How?
- I don't know.

We'll improvise, I guess.

That's your plan?

No chance.

It's a suicide mission.

Not if we have an expert
in such things with us.

Exactly.

And who's gonna bell the cat?

Oh, I know.

Alfie.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Pennyworth.

It's desperate times.

Do you think I don't know that?

I'd steal the wicked stuff
myself if I could.

Why is it
my boy has to risk his neck?

He's not well.

A couple of aspirin

and some of your egg soldiers,
I'll be fine.

You'll do it?

Nothing good on the telly.

Thank you, Alfie.
Thank you.

Don't you dare thank him.

He's not doing anything for you.

You can't, son.

You said yourself,

"It's a suicide mission.
No chance."

No, I meant no chance
without me along.

You stay where you are.

I'm not going anywhere yet.

Just need to stretch.

See?

Match fit.

Tea.

Just the ticket.

Oh, you fucker.

All right?

You wouldn't happen to have

any of that nice shortbread,
Mrs. P., eh?

Oh, you had it all yesterday,
you greedy sod!

I had, what, two fingers, maybe?

Why's she's so angry?

These lot have come up
with another mad job for us.

Oh, you bastards.

Fuck's sake.

Hey, come here.

It's just another job, Mum.

Do you think I'm bloody stupid?

You're gonna leave me
all alone in the world.

Nah.

Come here.

I'll be back
before you know I'm gone.

It's cake, Mum.

Cake.

What the fuck?
It's nearly midnight.

Sorry, Sid. Wrong window.

Yanks barred you, did they?

- Moral turpitude, I suppose.
- Sandra!

- Why don't you fuck off?
- Go away, Dad.

You're onto better things, girl.

Don't waste your time
with that tosspot.

Go away, Dad.

Give us a shout if you need me.

Hello, Sandra.

Not gone, then?

Changed me mind.

What's happened to Mrs. Troy?

Gone to America.

That's very ironic, isn't it?

You still got the hump with me?

Can't believe
you're so unforgiving.

You're mugging me off,
aren't you?

Yeah.

I like to see you get angry.

Puts a glow on you.

Why are you here, Alfie,
if not to say sorry?

Say sorry?

I hadn't thought of that one.

I will if it'll help.

Help what?

I'm off on a lairy job tomorrow.

Might not come back
sort of business.

I'm scared, Sand.
Don't want to be alone.

Oh, give over, Alfie.

How many times have you tried
that line on me?

It's a good line.

And this time, it's true.

It's not enough.

No, I know.

I'm sorry, Sandra.

I am.

What would you be sorry for?

I'm sorry that
I love you too much

to pretend I won't let you down.

Say that again... slowly.

We could get married
and have kids and all that,

and I know I'd be very happy.

But one day,
I'd up and leave you.

I'd break your heart.

Then I'd be ashamed
for the rest of me life.

That's what I'm sorry for.

You bastard.

Tell him to fuck off home.

Shut up, Dad.

You beauty.

I'm very glad to have your
company, gentlemen, but, um,

is there nobody you want to see
before your mission?

No loved ones?

Very far away.

Very far.

Uh...

Me? No.

Most people I know are dead.

Well, then.

Here's to new friends.

- To new friends.
- To new friends.

Ah.

Go away.

Martha, will you
marry me, please?

No.

Why not?
I asked nicely this time.

You're only asking
because I'm pregnant.

Not true. I'm asking you now
because you're pregnant.

I-I would be asking you anyhow.

- Just at a later date, probably.
- Why?

Because I love you, damn it.
Why else?

Well...

Okay.

Good answer.

I...

- I guess I love you, too.
- You guess?

Well, I kind of thought
that being in love might be

more, you know, fun.

Yeah, me, too.

It's kind of irritating,
actually.

- Isn't it?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

Excellent.
Well, um, job done.

Feelings thoroughly discussed.

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.

If I die,
don't you want to be able

to say something nice
about me to our kid?

Or do you want to tell them
that I asked you to marry me

and you said "meh"?

You have a point.

It's a morbid one,
but it's a point.

Is that a yes?
It sounds like a yes.

It's not a no,
but it's also not...

It's progress. Say no more.

No, I didn't say w...

Mmm.

Salt.

Put her through,
then get off the line.

Vikki, my dove.
What a nice surprise.

Mm, I wish I could be there,
but I'm going to be

very busy this week,
what with one thing and another.

That would be
an even nicer surprise.

But really, I can't get away.

Tell him you're all wet
thinking about him.

- Sorry?
- Fuck's sake!

Tell him you're all wet
thinking about him.

I'm all wet...

- thinking about you.
- Ah.

I see. That's...

That's gratifying.

Indeed. Well, um...

you must come here to me.

Yes. Yes.

- Thank you. Lovely.
- I'll send a car.

I have a window
in my schedule tomorrow.

Can't wait to see you.

We'll see who's wet
tomorrow, eh?

I'll show him the window
in his fucking schedule.

You are going to get yourself
killed, aren't you?

Sooner or later.

Not if you kill me first
with your animal lust.

Please come back.

Course I will.

If I don't,
we had a good old bunk-up

before I left, didn't we?

Hmm.

Why'd you have to
call it a bunk-up?

Why can't you say we made love?

You're right.

We did.

We made love.

"Who Knows Where the Time
Goes?" by Fairport Convention

♪ Across the evening sky ♪

♪ All the birds are leaving ♪

♪ But how can they know ♪

♪ It's time for them to go? ♪

♪ Before the winter fire ♪

♪ I will still be dreaming ♪

♪ I have no thought of time ♪

♪ For who knows ♪

♪ Where the time goes? ♪

♪ Who knows where the time ♪

♪ Goes? ♪

♪ And I am not alone ♪

Mm.

♪ While my love is near me ♪

♪ I have no fear of time ♪

♪ And who knows ♪

♪ Where the time ♪

♪ Goes? ♪

When we get to America,
I'll have one of these.

You should go
for a Japanese vehicle.

Much more reliable
and efficient.

America, he says.

We'll be dead
before the end of the day.

America, indeed.

- Who dares wins, eh?
- Get to fuck.

- You get to fuck.
- Guys.

U.S. government business.

Tell your bosses
CIA Station Chief Thomas Wayne

is here with their missing
scientist, Dr. Lucius Fox.

And I don't like
to be kept waiting.

Got that, soldier?

Yes, sir.

Says he's CIA.

The CIA station chief.

And Lucius Fox.

- At the gate?
- That's what they say.

Huh.

Strange.

Send them up.

I should be in Gotham City,

scoffing a beefsteak, but no.

Fuck's sake. How many times
do I have to say sorry?

Bingo.

Right into the dragon's mouth.

For honor and for England,

the future is in your hands.

Final victory is on the horizon.

The battle is almost won.

Strength, tradition and honor.

You are entering
a restricted area.

No unauthorized personnel
beyond this point.

- Oi!
- What the fuck?

Excuse me. Um...

Dr. Fox, you're back.

Evidently.

Don't fucking move.

- How you all doing?
- Good. Um...

I'm sorry, but you had to know
this stuff is wrong.

- What are you doing?
- We're scientists, not killers.

Science is supposed to be
a noble calling.

Lucius, we need
to keep this moving.

Right.

Miss Dixon.

Hmm?

I'll go and greet them.

Come on.

If this breaks,

everyone in
a five-mile radius dies.

Nice.

You should be fucking ashamed
of yourselves.

Is that all there is?

- Yes.
- No extra batch?

No.

- You sure?
- Yes, sir.

She's telling the truth.

They could only cook up
enough for one bomb.

Let's be off, then, eh?
Come on.

Just for the record,
my actions today were in no way

sanctioned by
the U.S. government.

They are entirely
my own responsibility.

You done? Want to sign
a receipt or something?

Come on.

Come on.

Drop your weapons.

- Hands up.
- Fuck.

Fuck.

Stay where you are.

- Put the guns down.
- Easy, now.

Steady on, boys.

Don't shoot.

Now, you see this?

This is Stormcloud in here.

So drop your guns

and get out of our way,
or I'll drop this...

and everyone in here will die.

Drop your guns!

Can't do that.

Course you can.

Keep your guns up, lads.

Gentlemen, Mr. Pennyworth.

Pleased to meet you again.

Oh, fudge.

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

You heard me.

I'll drop this.

You're the man in control here.

That will be your choice.

Uh, do please bear in mind

the many thousands
of good people who live nearby.

You'll be the most successful
mass murderer

in English history.

Fuck.

I fucking told you.

Not now.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Give them a good drubbing,
then take them to the basement.

Scum!

Will you please sit still?

Have a drink with me.

I'm good.

You need to relax.

You're testing me, right?

Sorry, I don't follow you.

You want to know
if I'm pregnant.

Do I?

The answer is yes.

- Are you?
- Mm-hmm.

That's wonderful.

My dear woman, congratulations.

Well, that's very liberal
of you.

I think most people
would try to hide dismay.

At a child out of wedlock?

Well, now of all times,
we must celebrate new life.

Cheers.

Mmm.

Ah.

We're nobbled, Mr. Aziz.

All four of us are okay,
as of now.

This dosser Salt wants a word.

- Hello.
- Hello, old chap.

Dear me, what childish antics.

But no harm done.

My generous offer still stands.

I won't press you
for an answer now,

but I expect to hear from you
before the 4:00 deadline,

as agreed.

What did you call me?

Dosser.

That's just the sort
of filthy vulgarity

we shall stamp out
in the very near future.

- For God's sake, stop that!
- He has rights.

And I'm violating them!

What are you gonna do
about that?

We're American citizens.

There'll be
consequences for this.

You're renegades, desperadoes.

Shouldn't think they'll make
too much of a fuss

if you disappear, do you?

This is what
you're fighting for, is it?

Sadism and barbarity?

Cruelty and strength,
I'd call it.

But yes...

that's what we're fighting for.

Do you know why, gentlemen?

Because it works.

Where are you...
where are you taking him?

Did he say anything
about Thomas?

Just what I said he said.

All four of them are okay.

What now?

- We'll start burning records.
- Mm-hmm.

We'll try to get the queen
out of the country.

And then I think, um,

a lamb curry
and an ice-cold Chablis.

A nice nap.

Then, um, surrender.

Couldn't you try
the Americans again?

I already have, twice.

They were extremely nice about
it, but, um, they want us gone.

When we first met, I took you
for the mercenary type.

But here you are,

throwing your life away
for a hopeless cause.

You're a man of honor.

This country needs men like you
alive and hard at work.

Here we go.

Save your breath.

The answer's no.

Of course.

A man of honor.

Just misguided.

I'd like to put you right.

Dad?

Hello, son.

Oh.

This is another bloody dream.

Do you think so?

I'm real, you idiot.

This isn't a dream.

See?

Modern science, son.

Anything's possible.

I'm very pleased
to see you, Dad.

But Mum goes to your grave
every Sunday.

Don't see why.

She knows there's nobody in it.

She thought you were ashes.

She's been grieving ever since.

Broken, she was.

Close to topping herself.

And all the while, you were

rolling round up here,
happy as a tea trolley.

I miss her terribly.

But...

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

Like what?

Alive?

Would you want your wife
to see you like this?

No.

I'd hope she'd want
to see me, though.

Like Mum would want to see you,
despite all you've done.

Would she, do you think?

Would she forgive me?

I doubt it.

Oh, she would.

Too bloody kind.

You know they're gonna drop
a terror bomb on her?

Did you know that?

If I'm willing to see
other men's loved ones

die for the struggle...

...I have to be willing to see
my own loved ones die, too.

It's only right.

You always were an arrogant,
narrow-minded old fool.

Now you've gone fucking mad.

Not mad, son.

Determined.

Join me, Alfie.

The war's near won.

A bright dawn is coming
for this country.

Fuck this fucking country!

How can you be so selfish?!

Great change requires
great sacrifice.

- Join me, son.
- Join you?

If my hands were untied,
I'd strangle you

and pretend this was all
a fucking dream.

Please,
think about this a while.

Bollocks.

It's you that should
do the thinking.

Think about
what you've done to Mum!

Think about her!

Your dad?

As alive as you are.

Wanted me to join him
and the Ravens.

Told him to sling his hook,
of course.

That's mental.

Your head must be
fucking fucked, eh?

Bit of a shocker, yeah.

I wonder why he met with you.

Told you... wanted me to join up.

Surely, your father knows
his own son.

He knows you'd refuse.

Yeah. He knows.

So why meet with you?

Hmm.

To be precise, why did Salt
let him meet with you?

Salt doesn't do things
for sentimental reasons.

He has some plan in mind.

What's he need a plan for?

We're fucked already.

You're a fucking
broken record, you are.

I'm sorry.

I tried my best.

Well, it was a long shot anyway.

Worth a try.

Plan B, then.

Anything bad happens,

and you're dead.

So best be good, eh?

Hello, Miss DuFrench.

Miss DuFrench.

How nice to see you again.

They're a special request...

...from the high chancellor.

Mm.

Are they on a movement order?

I'm not meant to issue passes

without a written
movement order.

The kind of movement
he's ordered,

you'd not want in writing, love.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- This the, uh, women's wing, is it?
- It is.

- Which one's Gaunt?
- Who are you?

I'm Peg.
That's my sister Bet.

That's our friend Vikki.
We have got passes.

Get a hold of yourself, woman.

Cell seven.

Come on.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph,
the sacred river, ran

Through caverns
measureless to man

In Xanadu did Kubla...

Bloody hell.

State of you.

Don't worry, love.
We're here to help.

What are you doing here?

Well, His Lordship said
to send you his deepest love,

and he's very sorry
for wronging you so cruelly.

"Fondest love,"
not "deepest love."

Whatever.
Fondest love, then.

Memory like an elephant,
that one.

Anyway, come on, love.

- Where are we going?
- Don't worry, duck.

We're getting you out of here.

Now, put this on.

And keep your head down.

Oh, that's Vikki.

She's our hostage.

Hello.

Hello, Vikki.

Come on.

Bet, this way.

Come on.

In here.

Bet?

Shh!

I remember you.

You're Esme's bloke.

- What's his name?
- Alfie.

Alfie. That's right.

And the whole gang.

Jock.

Fit Yank.

Hello. I don't know you.

Um, hi.

How you all keeping? All right?

Yeah, mustn't grumble.

Peg, you remember Esme's
young man and his friends.

How do?

Not good enough for her,
mind, but...

- nice enough chap.
- Dr. Gaunt.

- Long time.
- Indeed.

Hey, Doc. You did some
gallus needlework, by the way.

Held up nicely.

- Thank you.
- Oh, very kind.

Well, this is all wonderful.

Can we get some help here?

There's a key right there
on that hook.

Oh, right. Will do.

"Thank you" would be nice.

Thank you, ma'am.

They've gone. Let's go.

- Nice to see you again, Alfie.
- You, too.

- Don't tell anyone you saw us.
- Hey, wait a minute.

You've got weapons.
You could help us.

Already did, didn't we?

Well, can we at least have
one of your guns?

Uh, not on your nelly.
We'll need these.

Ladies, we are trying to stop
a terrible war crime.

Good lads.

- Best of luck.
- Hang on.

- A-Are you talking about Stormcloud?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, ladies, perhaps we...
- Never mind what they're doing.

We're busy.

Bet.

What would Esme say
if she was here?

So, how you been keeping,
anyway?

Oh, on top of the world, me.

I was that bereft
when Esme died, but...

I found true love again.

Nice.

Wish I could say the same thing.

You'll be all right.

You've got height.

Good head of hair.

Now you've got a gun.

Thanks.

No bother.

Good luck.

You, too.

Come here. Give us a hug.

Nice lad, that Alfie.

For a squaddie.

Hello, ladies.

Oh, thank goodness you found us.

- We're ever so lost.
- Yeah, it looks like.

Who are you?

Visitors. We have passes.

Not for this section, you don't.

Nobody does.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm sorry, Miss DuFrench.

I didn't see you there.

Hello.

Uh, looking for the penthouse,
I expect.

- Yes. Penthouse.
- Yes.

Could you show us?

Oh. Right this way, ladies.

Fuck.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Such power.

Such beauty.

We live in an age of miracles,
Mr. Pennyworth.

I dare say, sir.

Powerful, useful miracles.

And there's more to come.

Science will grant us
amazing powers.

Powers we cannot even imagine.

A bright future awaits us,
Mr. Pennyworth.

Indeed.

Are you ready to do
what needs to be done?

I must be sure.

I don't like deception, sir,

but what needs doing...

...must be done.

You're a good man
and a fine patriot.

Miss Dixon,
have the League prisoners

brought up here immediately.

Th-Thank you, Riley.

Uh, we'll tell his nibs
you were most helpful.

You're very welcome.

Well done, pet.

You live another day.

Commendable.

You chaps keep trying.

I'll take a man with grit
over a smart-ass every time.

Isn't that right,
Mr. Pennyworth?

It is, sir.

Uh, how you doing, Mr. P.?

- Keeping well, eh?
- Well enough.

For fuck's sake, Dad,
can't you see this man's a twat?

Show some respect!

We're not in one
of your squaddie pubs.

He's a twat, and this whole
Raven Union bollocks is a joke.

Fuck do you want?

Fuck off.

Now, gentlemen...

...there's a bright side
to your situation.

You all have something to offer.

Dr. Fox...

...you might choose to go
back to work in the lab for us.

There'd be restrictions
on your freedom, of course,

but you'd be comfortable.

And if I don't choose
to go back?

The world will move on
without you.

Mr. Wayne...

you could be
an excellent bargaining chip.

You might make
a recorded statement,

detailing your work
as an American spy.

My answer is no.

As you like.

Mr. MacDougal,
I think I know your answer.

You've not told me
what I'd be useful for yet.

Mm. Soldiering, naturally.

Ah, no, no, thanks.

If it was pissing
on your mother,

I'd be up for that.

Very well.

- Sir.
- Hmm?

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

Perhaps I can yet
persuade him to see sense.

- Don't bother.
- Please.

Of course, my friend.

As long as you like.

I'm rather peckish.

I shall have a snack while you
make one last push, eh?

Gentlemen.

Back off!

Don't waste
your fucking batteries.

Son.

Look at me.

Do you really think
your mother would forgive me

if she saw me again?

Who gives a toss?

I do.

I want to see her again
before I die.

I love her.

I love you, son.

Hard cheese for you, then.

We'll both be dead by tonight.

Come closer.

There's a gun in my left pocket.

Don't just stare at me, boy.

If you've got a volume knob,

turn it down.

Well, I suppose this is
goodbye, Prime Minister.

Yes, Your Majesty.

You know...

...if things were different...

I know.

I'll call you
when I get to Paris.

Excuse me, sir.

Line two.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Aziz.

You're never gonna guess what.

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