Pennyworth

You should do me one favor.

Don't give up. You'll get to America in the end.

Let's get down to business, shall we?

I'm getting to America.

If you've got something that could make that happen, I'm in.

I might just have something.

We've made no fucking progress at all!

If London falls, the northern cities will surrender.

Full-scale artillery bombardment will do the trick.

League council are electing a new prime minister.

As you may have heard, the last one killed himself.

This good woman is the rightful queen of England,

and we are the rightful government of England.

I have no gift for politics,

but this new chap Aziz might listen to reason.

It had occurred to me.

Where the hell have you been?

Round and about.

This is me friend Katie.

I've told her nowt about me past,

and you'll do likewise, eh?

-Are you trying to seduce me? -I guess I am.

I've never been seduced by a crypto-fascist bastard before.

I'm going home.

No. You leave when I say you can leave.

Fuck you.

I'm Gully Troy, and you don't cross me.

I'm Alfred Pennyworth, and I just did.

Thank you for helping me.

Ancillary technical staff. Dr. Lucius Fox.

Ladies and gentlemen, you're about to see

a demonstration of Stormcloud.

This is the future of chemical warfare.

This is victory, ladies and gentlemen. Victory.

Get out of my way!

Fuck.

Get out of my way!

Die, you evil bastard!

No! Stop!

You once told me you could get me on a plane to America.

Well, times have changed. Everyone and his dog wants out.

Well, the embassy still operates

a regular flight out once a week,

but there are hundreds on the waiting list.

I need three seats on next week's flight to Gotham.

Seats are like gold dust. Air crews are on the take.

Customs are on the take. Immigration--

I didn't think we'd fly for free.

How much?

Well, five grand a head?

Fuck.

-I thought half that, tops. -Mm.

That's a conservative estimate.

-You can't make that? -Not at this exact moment, no.

Well, maybe I could help.

How?

I could loan you the money you need.

Oh. That's very kind of you. No, thanks.

-It's no bother at all. -No.

Why not?

I'd rather not be in debt to the CIA.

I know where that leads.

-No strings. Between friends. -

We are friends, aren't we?

You can call it that.

Thanks all the same.

I'll get your money for you. No problem.

File 457NFH. Contact log 35.

Alfred Pennyworth.

Subject made contact seeking assistance regarding travel to

and residence in America.

Subject is a recruitment target of long standing.

Good morning, sleepyhead.

Morning.

-Oh, my God. -I know.

-Oh. -What did I do wrong?

Of course you don't know how to make coffee.

-You have people for that. -I do.

And I'll bring them along next time.

I really have to get going.

What are you doing today?

Just, um, routine sentry duty.

You've been pretty busy

-with the League lately. -I guess.

You're not putting yourself in too much danger, I hope.

Are you?

Is it my imagination or are you pumping me for information?

No. No, certainly not.

I worry about you, that's all.

-You don't worry about me? -No.

I assume you can take care of yourself, like I can.

Well, I figure when you're in a relationship,

people, they-they look out for each other.

This is what, the third time we've had sex?

-Fourth. -Okay, fourth.

That's not a relationship. That's sex four times.

It's a sex thing.

And you're actually pretty good for a rich guy.

Oh, gee, thanks.

Well, if this, if this "sex thing" is

ever gonna turn into a relationship,

then we'll-we'll need to be spending

a certain amount of time together.

Okay. Well, I really have to go.

Uh, like, for instance, right now.

Can't League business wait a couple of hours?

No. It's important.

Sentry duty? Really?

You're trying to make me mad.

You are pumping me for information.

C-I-fucking-A to the bone.

I give up.

Well, you can't just go through life pretending

you like being alone.

Now, I know it's very, very fashionable and modern.

I-I'm not pretending. I'm not pretending.

But, Jesus, would an-- would an actual relationship

be that bad?

I mean, let's be honest, most women would,

-they would... -

Oh, no, please continue.

Go on.

Tell me what, um, most women would do.

Most women wouldn't try so hard to get themselves killed.

It's like you want to get hurt.

It's like somewhere deep inside, you hate yourself.

It's true.

I don't love myself quite as much as you love yourself,

but, um, that's kind of healthy, I think.

Learn to hate yourself a little bit more, be good for your soul.

See how you work. When you make someone else feel bad

about themselves, you feel good about yourself.

You're a self-esteem vampire.

Maybe you should leave now.

Okay, I...

I take that back. That was unfair.

Wh-- Unfair because it's not true

or unfair because it's true?

I misspoke.

You're not Dracula. But you...

...you do have some tendencies.

You know what? Fuck you.

I rest my case.

Ugh.

Clean your goddamn apartment.

- -Slob.

- -

I've thought about you often since we met so strangely.

-How are you faring? -Well enough, ma'am. And you?

Oh, one god-awful ghastly thing after another.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Keep out of politics, my dear.

Where on earth are you taking me?

Welcome.

A pleasure to meet you, Dr. Gaunt.

Prime Minister.

Martha, thank you so much for arranging this.

-You are a treasure. -Isn't she?

The minute I met her, I knew she was special.

Uh, well, I'll leave you guys to it.

And we have guards surrounding the place,

so you won't be disturbed.

Please.

Odd venue.

It was one of my favorite restaurants.

Exquisite cassoulet. Mmm.

Alas.

I was surprised to hear from you.

I wanted to open channels of communication--

-discreet channels. -Why now?

I've wanted to speak to the League for some time,

but Archbishop Potter was an amiable zealot.

I hear that you're a reasonable man.

I've heard the same of you.

Well, let's reason with each other, shall we?

Well, I'd love to do that, but I'm afraid

Lord Harwood and I are old acquaintances.

A good man in many respects

but not near as reasonable as we are.

Great leaders are often more passionate

than they are reasonable, don't you find?

I'm happy to talk in either case, but do you speak

for Harwood and the Union or for yourself?

I speak for the good of the English people.

Ah. How can I refuse such virtue?

If you were to agree, a cease-fire,

a negotiated surrender on honorable terms,

what would those terms be?

Surrender.

-I hadn't considered the notion. -Of course you have.

Have the Army, the Navy, the Air Force solidly behind us.

London is surrounded.

You have, what, five percent of the country?

Geographically.

Psychologically, I'd say we were still ahead.

You've conquered cities, not souls.

I don't think you understand the seriousness

of the situation, Prime Minister.

We haven't even used our most effective weapons yet.

We've been showing great restraint.