All language subtitles for Pennyworth.The.Origin.of.Batmans.Butler.S03E10.WEB.x264-TG

- Good morning, sir.

- Good morning. Thank you.

- Tea, Miss Sykes?

- No, thank you, Mr. Chadley.

Soon as she's asleep,

I'll be out like a light myself.

- I will be quiet as the mouse.

Babies must be very tiresome.

- Mm. Don't get me started.

You wake me if my sister
calls, though, won't you?

- Mm.

Oh.

Sorry. Sorry.

Good morning.
Pennyworth Security.

- This is Lucius Fox.

Lucius Fox.

Mayday. Mayday.

- Level 7.
- Hello?

- Level 7. I repeat, Level 7.

Mayday.

- Did you say
Level 7, Dr. Fox?

Hello? Can you hear me?

- Darn.
- Fair do.

I thought you were all
mouth, but the bugger worked.

You're a wizard, you are.
- Ow.

- Alfie.

Dash and buggery!

- Call that quiet, do you?

- Sorry.
- Shh.

- Thank you for your
assistance, Inspector.

We'll wait to hear from you.

- Of course. Pennyworth.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

- Thank you, Inspector.

- All good?
- Sorted.

- Tea's ready if
you'd like some.

Milk and sugar are on the tray.

- Oh, thanks, Gladys,

but I think we're all
ready to hit the sack.

- Uh, she means sleep.

I think we're exhausted.
- I'm wide awake.

No you're not.

You can barely keep
your eyes open.

- I could sleep
forever, I think.

- Hello. Wayne residence.

Of course. I'll
fetch him for you.

Phone call for Mr. Pennyworth.

- This is Alfred.
- Alfie.

Thank goodness I found you.

- No one wants tea, then?
- Thanks, Gladys.

- All right. Thanks, Mr. C.

- Trouble, son?

- That was Chadley.

Lucius in a spot of bother.

- Uh, Mrs. P, would you...

- Yeah. Come on, Sam.

Let's go run a bath.

- Lucius said, "Mayday,
mayday. Level 7,"

then got cut off.

- Lucius would only
use the mayday signal

if he was in real danger.

- I'm sorry, what's,
um... What's Level 7?

- It's an underground
Army facility.

Finding new and fiendish
ways to weaponize P-dubs.

Lucius was trying
to gain access.

- Oh, for Christ's sake.

What a bad idea. Why
would he do that?

- Because something bad's
going on down there.

Something evil.

- Like what?
- W... I don't know.

They're trying to make
weapons out of human beings.

- Meaning you don't really
know what's going on.

- That's why Lucius
went down there:

to find out the truth.

And I kind of...
encouraged him a bit, so...

- Oh, Jesus, Martha.

- And you're quite sure
that's what he said.

- Certain, sir.

- Mayday?

How strange.
- Isn't it?

So I'll look into that for you

if you give me permission
to go to Level 7.

- Level 7 is, as
you very well know,

an entirely Army operation.

I have no say in the matter.

Relations between the
government and the Army

are in a fragile
state at the moment.

Hostile, in fact.

Extremely hostile.

- Sir, Lucius is being
held against his will

because he knows the
truth about Level 7,

and I fear for his life.
- Possibly true,

but we don't know it to be true.

I can't act on possibility.
- B-but...

- However, if some
independent entity or person,

without my knowledge or consent,

were to establish the facts
and found, by whatever means,

that there were crimes
going on down there,

then the police
and the high courts

would take the lead,
not this office.

Which would not make me unhappy.

- Got it.

- Have I got it?
- I do hope so.

Mmm.

- He's given us the green light.

- Th-the green light?

- To go get Lucius.

- What do you mean?
There's nothing we can do.

I mean, w-we can get
him a lawyer, but...

- The prime minister has just
given us tacit permission

to go in and rescue him.

- Rescue him? How?

- However we can.

I have a security
pass for Level 6,

so from there, I'm sure we can
find a way down to Level 7.

- I can't believe
I'm hearing this.

We have just
rescued our daughter

from the clutches of a maniac.

That's enough drama for
one week, don't you think?

- I'm with him.

- Lucius is a friend in danger.

I have to do this, Thomas.
- Martha...

- And they're hiding
something awful down there.

- That's none of our business.

- Well, it is my business!

Those poor souls are my
business because it's my job!

- Yes, yes, you're
a secret agent,

but you're also a
wife and a mother.

And you're part of a family,

a family that's just been
through a serious trauma.

- Well, I'm also a
friend to Lucius.

And you'll be here
to look after Sam.

So...

also, I don't know
what else I can do.

- Fine. Fuck this.

Go be a... Go be a
secret fucking agent.

- Please wait. Thomas!

Thomas. I'm sorry.

- Sorry about what?

- I am who I am, Thomas.

- Yeah.

- You're a little crazy.
- Yeah.

But, honey, look who's talking.

- I just wanna go back
to being a normal family.

- Well, maybe
that's not possible.

Maybe we should accept
that we're not normal.

Accept that we're a
strange, fucked-up family.

Just embrace the fuckery.

- No. No.

I vote on going back to
being a normal family.

- You mean stand by and do
nothing when we could help?

- Is it really such a bad idea?

Just this once?

No.

No.

You're gonna go ahead

and "do the right
thing," aren't you?

- Lucius is in
trouble because of me.

I have to go. You know that.

Come inside.

Please?

I'll pay you.

- Excuse me?
- I'll pay you.

To help me go get Lucius.

- Don't look at me. I
would love to come along,

but I... I need a nap.

And Sam needs at least
one sane, live parent.

- I need you, Alfie.
Name your price.

- Well, now you're just
trying to make me feel bad.

- No.

I gave that up a long time ago.

You're unshameable.

- Call it a tenner.

I'm not doing nothing
for free. I'm not a mug.

Lot of help you were.

- Well, embrace
the fuckery, Alfie.

- Francis!

Oh, thank God we found you.

- Hello, Sally.

- That drug you gave
out to the party,

you have to stop giving it out.

You have to stop right now.
- Stop it?

Nobody can stop it, darling.

Half of London just
had Lullaby milk

in their morning tea.

- Tell us you're joking.

- After you left the
party, people went mad.

- Aye, they killed
yon Dr. Glubb.

- Really? How?

- What does it matter?

Your drug is fucked!

- Lullaby frees the
inner soul, Daveboy.

Some souls are governed by love,

others by fear.

Everybody does their own thing.

That's life.
- Death, actually.

- Death is life.

Life is death.

It's wonderful... and horrible

and very, very now.

- It's madness, is what it is.

- You can call it madness
if you wish, Daveboy.

I like to call it joy.

- Francis!

- Aye?

And what do you call that?

- Don't be scared.
- No?

- These are my disciples.

My beautiful children!

Give me your love!

Stop! Stop!

- Go, go, go, go.

Go! Go!

- Morning.

New intake for Level 6.

Oh, and do you have
access to Level 7?

- Yeah, but you...
- Great. That's good to know.

- Hello, Ms. Kane.
- Hi, Henry.

Sorry about this.

Sorry about what?

Get in.

- Oh.

- Level 7 access granted.

Mind the closing
doors.

- You know this is
very sketchy, Alfie.

- I do.

- Thank you for coming.

- There's no need to thank me.

There's a tenner in it.

- Morning. Ministry inspection.

Take us to General Thursday.

- This way, ma'am.

- Mrs. Wayne? Pennyworth?

What the devil are
you doing down here?

You don't have clearance.
- Good day to you, General.

You're holding Lucius
Fox here, I believe.

- Who told you that?
- He did.

- Nonsense.

- We need to see him.
- Oh, really?

On whose authority?

The prime minister
has no right...

- The prime minister has
nothing to do with this.

We're here as private citizens,

representatives of the people.

- The people? Nonsense.

Aziz sent you.
- Think what you like.

But you're holding Lucius Fox
without charges or a warrant,

and I am here exercising
his habeas corpus rights.

Civilian jargon.

You're trespassers
in a high-security,

high-value military facility

guarded by a
battalion of soldiers.

- Really?
- Hmm.

- 'Cause the way I see
it, we're in a little room

just the three of us.

- Five of us, actually.

- What the hell?

- Three.

- You just committed treason.

- Get on that PA system

and tell your soldiers
to stand down.

- What are you going
to do, shoot me?

That's right.

She's bluffing.

- I wouldn't bet on that, mate.

- I won't kill you.

I'll just wound you.

- You're crazy.
- Hmm.

I'm beginning to
understand that.

It's very liberating, actually.

- I'm the commander in
chief of the bloody Army.

You can't do this.

- Well, you wouldn't
think so, would you?

But here we are.

And you don't mind
me saying, sir,

you don't run a very tight ship.

Get off!

- Attention all personnel,

this is your commander in
chief, General Thursday.

This facility is now
under civilian control.

I repeat, under
civilian control.

Stand down from your duties

and stow your
weapons immediately.

- Sir, we have an ongoing

mental health emergency
across the city.

- Oh.

- People are going mad,

and nobody knows
what's causing it.

Some have turned violent.

They're forming mobs.

- Mobs, you say?

What do they want?
- They're mad, sir.

They don't want anything.
- Nonsense.

Everybody wants something.

Secure the gates.

Call out the guards.

Let no one enter.
- Yes, sir.

- Mm.

- An unknown entity is causing
widespread, mass psychosis

throughout central London.

Police and ambulance services
have been suspended...

Ahh!

- Die!

- Oh! Listen to
me, all of you.

Listen!

There are nutters coming here.

We need to secure this building.

Chadley, open up the gun safe.

You and you, come with me.

Jesus.

- He's not joking. Seriously.

- Fuck.

Ahh!

Move! Come on!

- Righto.

- Thank God.

Thank you.

I'm impressed.

Thank you.
- No problem.

Are you okay?
- I'm okay.

A little traumatized,
I suspect, but...

- Time to go, eh?

- We can't go yet.

3-4-8.

- Come on!

- Whoa!
- Oh.

Sorry.
- Bet.

- Alfie?

- Hello. Ow!

What the fuck? Careful.
- Sorry.

Mrs. Wayne. Well, I never.

- What are you doing here?

- You may well
ask. Long story.

I found John Salt, and then...
- For later.

We need to go.
- We can't go yet.

- What now?

Okay, guys.

They need to come with us.
- No.

- We can't just
leave them in here.

This is a torture chamber.

- Where are you gonna take 'em?

- We'll worry about that when
we've got them out of here.

- Yeah, but come on...
- No, he's right.

They can't stay here.

- What's going on, Lucius?
- Guys, listen.

We're gonna get you out of here.

So this gadget...

will open the lock in two hours.

If you mess with it, the
doors won't open at all.

Ever. Okay?

So don't mess with it.

Oh, and don't try
breaking through the walls

because that, as you know,

would trigger those
self-destruct protocols

that you insisted on.

- Tell Aziz he'll hang for this.

- May I finish
explaining the situation?

- You'll hang too!
Mark my words.

- Once you get out of this cage,

you'll have full use of the
amenities on this floor,

but you'll find that you're
unable to get to the surface

because I'll have cut the power
to the lifts and air locks.

- All of you will hang for this.

- You'll be free to go
once your ex-inmates

are safely out of your reach.

I'd estimate a couple of days.

Uh, yeah. I think that's it.

Good luck, and God
be with you, sir.

- Oh, that's not good.

- What the heck is going on?

- Uh, wild guess: Lullaby.
- Fuck.

- I mean, it must be in
the water or something.

- What's Lullaby?

Whoo!

- That's Lullaby.

- I hate that fucking song.

What's it even mean,
caravans and candlesticks?

- Oh, no. Sandra.

Listen, you get
to the Queen Anne

and I'll see you there!

- Oh, fuck. Sam. Thomas.

Get to the Queen Anne!
- Hey, wh...

- Oh, for God's sake.
- Okay, come on.

- Guys.

Guys!

Listen!

Thank you.

So look, we have a dangerous
situation out there.

- Quiet!

Let the man speak.

- Thank you. Yes.

A dangerous situation.

We're gonna be okay.

Sandra!

- Sandra!

- Come down, Sandra!

- Sandra!
- We love you!

- Come down here, Sandra!

- Come on.

- Are you mad?

- Sorry to scare you.

I had to come over the roof.
- Why?

- We need to get
out of here now.

- Fuck off. I'm not
going anywhere with you.

Listen. Can you hear that?

- Yes. So what?

I get that all the
time. Fans are crazy.

- Yeah, but these fans have
been given the same drug

they gave Jessica Thistle.

They've gone mad, and
they're coming for you.

Now.
- For me?

Why?
- Well, I don't know.

But they don't want
your fucking autograph.

- You're taking the piss.
- Why would I do that?

- I don't know. I don't know.

Honestly, I don't know
what goes on in your head.

Sometimes I think you
must really hate me.

- Oh, give over.
You know I don't.

I love you.

Bollocks. Bollocks.

That's just a silly word to you.

You don't know what love is.

I know because I
used to love you.

Used to. Now I hate you.

Seriously. Quite
a lot, actually.

And I'm not going anywhere
with you, thank you very much.

- Look, I don't blame you.
I've been a right bastard.

- Sandra!

- We love you, Sandra!

- Uh, sorry. Yeah.

Listen.

I've been a right bastard,

but I'll make it up to you.

- One, two three...
- Oh, please!

- Four, five, six.

Another throw.

- Ahh! Ahh.

- Yay, five! A ladder.

Your go, Daddy.

Mummy!
- Oh!

Hey, guys.

- Oh, thank goodness
you're all right.

- So, um...

how did it go?

- Yes. Good. Yes.

Yeah. We got Lucius
out, no problem.

Good, um...

- The tea's rea... ready!

- Uh...

Well, I guess I'm
just wondering what...

- Oh, yeah, what?

That half the city's
gone insane? Yeah.

Yeah, we noticed that.

- Gladys tried to set
the kitchen on fire.

- She did?

Mrs. P had to sit on her.

- Oh, God.

- Yeah, it was quite the drama.

- Um, can we...

- Yes.

- Your go, Mrs. P.

- Those afflicted appear

to be in their own little world,

with a great deal of
violent presentation.

- Yep. Pretty safe bet
it's Lullaby related.

- Yeah.
- I mean, ironically enough,

this is also your
father's fault.

- I'm not sure that's
the correct use

of "ironically," but yes, the
Wayne family strikes again.

So I suppose now we're
responsible to save London.

- I guess if we
could save London,

it would be our responsibility.

But we can't.

At least, I can't
think of anything.

Can you?
- No.

- Kay, well, I vote we
get the hell out of town

for a couple of
days at the seaside.

- Hallelujah.

A normal person
sensible response.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

how do we do that?

Get outta town?

- I-I have no idea.

Are we good now?

I mean, you and me?

- You mean am I willing and
able to live with a woman

who thinks she's a
comic book detective?

- Mm, yeah.

I guess that's what I mean.

- Yes. I love you.

I don't know why,
but I love you,

so the answer is... it's...

yes.

The question is, can
a desperado like you

live with a man who
wants peace and quiet

and a simple family life?

- No.

I'm kidding.

I'm kidding. Yes.
- Oh.

- Yes, I can.

With all my heart.

- I hear people coming.

Oh, dear.

- Steady.

- Easy for you to say.

Killing people is
your occupation.

Oh, my gosh!

- What the fuck?

Hello, lads.

- All clear. Ready?

- Why do we have
to go out there?

Couldn't we just hide
in here somewhere?

- No, they're all
over the building.

We can't risk it.

But the car's just
down the road.

You'll be fine.

- I don't want to go out there.

- Trust me. You're
safe as houses.

- I don't trust you.
That's the problem.

You're not trustworthy.
- Yeah, all right.

Fair play, but listen.

With this sort of
business, you can trust me.

Look, I'm not gonna let
any harm come to you

or our child.

Never. I promise.

- All right.

But just 'cause I'm
coming with you now

doesn't mean we're made up.
- Yeah.

- Or together or anything.

As far as I'm
concerned, we're over.

- Yeah. All right.
Whatever you say.

Now come on.
- Exactly. Thank you.

You've proved my point.
- What point?

"If you say so."

If you did love me,
you'd tell me I'm wrong.

You'd fight me.
- Fight you?

We're escaping from
a mob of nutters.

I can't fight you now.
I'll fight you later.

- Yeah, that's you.

Always avoiding the issue.

Always twisting your
way out of being honest.

- I'm always honest with you.

- Really?

Who was the last woman
you had sex with?

- Oh, leave off.
- See?

Not me then.

Who was the little slut?

Did you love her too?

- What's that got
to do with anything?

- Just be honest, Alfie.

I'm not moving until I
hear something honest.

- Her name was Zara.

She was a client, all right?

You happy now?

- Zara?

Foreign, was she?

What'd she look like?

Well, she...

- Sandra! Sandra!

Sandra!
- Sandra!

- Sandra!
- Sandra!

Sandra!

Sandra!
- Sandra!

- Get down here!

- Sandra!

Sandra!

- Come on!

- Gentlemen.

- Cheers, Mr. C.

- You're very welcome.

- Aye-aye.
- Who's this, then?

- It's all right.
It's a friend.

- Come on. Hello, chaps.

- All right.

- Get ready.
Nutters on our tail.

Oh, Sandra, this is, um...

- Kevin.

It's so nice to
meet you, Sandra.

Big fan.

- Hello.

- Cheers, Kevin.

See, I told you
it would be safe.

- Thanks for your help.

Send me an invoice.

- Well, don't be like that.

Oh, fine. Be like that then.

Sandra!

- Sandra!
- Sandra!

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Come on. Come on!

Follow me!

- There's no way up, sir.

The power's cut off,
as Dr. Fox said.

If we tamper with the system,

the self-destruct
protocol kicks in.

- Call the barracks.

Send in a squad topside

to get access and
come down to us.

- Same problem applies, sir.

The self-destruct
protocol will destroy

the whole facility.

- All right. All right!

Damn Aziz.

Hello? Hello?

Aziz?
- Yes?

- What the devil do you
think you're playing at?

- Who is this?
- Don't play games with me.

You know damn well this
is General Thursday.

- Thursday.

Nobody speaks to
me in that tone.

What's the matter with you?

- Aside from imprisoning
me and my soldiers,

You've released a mob of
incredibly dangerous PWEs

onto the streets of London!

- I haven't the faintest idea
what you're talking about.

- You better get us out
of here pretty damn quick

or there'll be hell to pay!

Do you hear me?

- You threaten me?

Are you drunk?

Don't you know I can
destroy you with a word?

- What do you mean by that?

- You know damn
well what I mean,

you mutinous dog!

- My God.
- Sir?

- Aziz wants me gone.

- Easier said than
done, sir, I should say.

- Don't you see?

Aziz and that wretched
scientist are in cahoots.

And that scientist designed
the infrastructure here.

- Yes, sir?

- The self-destruct
protocol, man.

The self-destruct protocol.

We're trapped inside a bomb.

And Aziz can blow us sky high.

- Get Sandra!
- We love you!

- Save him!

- Christ.

I hate this.

Just poor souls off their heads.

- Well, on the bright side,
we'll run out of ammo soon.

- We should send
Sandra out there, eh?

Once they've had their
way with the poor wee hen,

they'll leave us alone, I bet.

- Funny.

- You got a better idea?

Hi.

Yeah? See your little rattle.

- Well, well, well.

- How you been keeping?

- Not so bad.

You?
- Mustn't grumble.

- How long have you
been sitting there?

- Not long.

- Well, why didn't you wake us?

- It were nice,
watching you sleep.

That peaceful look on your face.

- Everybody said you were dead.
I knew you were all right.

- More than I did.
- I knew you'd be back.

I knew you wouldn't leave us
to cope with a fucking baby.

- I wouldn't do that to you.

Well, fair play, I
would, but I didn't.

So...

She's all right,
though, isn't she?

Hmm?

- She'll do.

- She's a right smasher.

I could bite you.

I could eat you all up.

Boo!

- I won't ask what
you've been at.

- You wouldn't
believe us any road.

I killed John
Salt.

I said I would, and I did.

- So I heard. I
can't approve, but...

well, I'm glad you got it
out of your system at least.

- I've been through
the mill, Peg.

Through the fucking mill.

- You're a magnet
for trouble, eh?

And you don't change.

- I have changed, though, sis.

They did things to me.

- Men, eh? Fucking animals.

Let it bother you.

- Speak.
- Listen.

Before this goes too far,

we should talk.
- I'm listening.

- I gather you think
you have a strong hand.

But please remember, my friend,

I have my own, very
powerful, resources.

- "My friend," he calls me.

I am your sovereign ruler!

Do you not agree?

- You are the lawful
head of the government.

- Yes, I am.

And I will deal with
you as I see fit!

And the people will
applaud, no doubt.

- I'm willing to listen
to your larger concerns

in good faith.

Tell me what you want.

- What do I want?

I want you servile or gone.

I have the power
to get you gone.

Don't test my patience!

- This is a coup.

He means to set himself
up as a dictator

and kill us all in the process.

Well, he won't get away with it.

Patch me through
to bomber command.

- Yes, sir.

- I'm going out for some air.

- Give us a song, Alfie!

- No, no, no, no, no,
no. I'm not singing.

All right, give us a
minute. Give us a minute.

Now we've got some
decisions to make.

Now, that looney mob out
there are not stopping,

and I'm not sure they will.

So I think we should
get out of there.

Requisition a bus and
head for the countryside.

Who's up for it?

All right, that's sorted then.

And one other thing.

Sandra.

I've got something
to say to you.

Now, I need to say it in
front of these witnesses

so that you'll listen
and believe me.

Now, I know you've got the
hump on me, and rightly so.

I've been a right
bastard over the years.

- Yeah, that's...

- And I know you don't think
I can change, but I can.

I have changed.

All right, don't take the
piss. This is serious.

Here.

Look, I've changed, Sandra.

Now, I haven't the time

to tell you how or
why right now, but...

what I do wanna say is...

Sandra Onslow...

will you marry me?

Now. Today.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Excuse us.

Is Mary here?

She wasn't at home.

- Lieutenant Giers speaking.
How can I help you?

- This is General Thursday.

Prepare a missile
for engagement.

- Very good, sir.

- Target, 10-40 Alpha.

- But General, that's
Downing Street.

- I know it's Downing
Street, damn you!

- Sandra!

- Come on, come on. Go. Ready?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Go, go!

- Do not stop.

- On you get.

On you get.

- What the fuck?

- Thank you.
- Hi.

- Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today
to witness and celebrate

the wedding of these two people.

They will publicly
affirm their bonds here

in front of family and
friends, old and new.

- Stop plaguing me!

Damn you!

- God have mercy on us.

Go to final stage,
target confirmed.

- If anyone knows
of any just cause

why they may not
be joined together,

speak now or forever
hold your peace.

Sandra Onslow, do you
take Alfred Pennyworth

to be your lawful
wedded husband?

- I do.

- Alfred Pennyworth, do
you take Sandra Onslow

to be...

- Fucking hell.