Pennyworth

You can find a good household.

Do right. You're a butler before you're 40.

I wanna be my own man.

Nobody's their own man, son.

Nobody.

I started up a security firm.

You are way too softhearted to be a businessman.

You'll be eaten up.

Yeah, well, we'll see, won't we?

You were in the army?

Ten years.

I'll have no more to do with it now.

Peaceful life for me.

I am so sorry.

Thomas Wayne.

My card.

Pennyworth Security.

Mr. Pennyworth, I'm Martha Kane.

How can I help you, Ms. Kane?

I have a job for you.

Ten thousand quid,

and she's got plenty more work for us.

What's the bad news?

She's a No Name.

Why is a nice American society girl like you

mixed up with the No Name League?

I could ask the same of you.

I got a distinct sense they know.

They know I'm CIA.

Will you marry me?

Yes. Yes, I will.

Esme!

You knew who killed Esme and you covered it up.

I don't trust you.

Never have, never will.

The Raven Society,

they want to overthrow the government

and set up a fascist utopia.

My name is James Harwood.

That man tortured me.

He has to die.

You?

Why aren't you dead?

I've got important friends, mate.

Will you come with me?

Well, I have a battle ahead.

I'll need a lot of friends.

My God. James.

Hello, Frances.

I will destroy my enemies

and lead this country back to greatness.

Wait, we're starting a civil war.

Harwood is staging a coup.

He's got the army outside, and he's abducted the Queen.

Your Majesty.

You must never tell anyone about this.

Not so. Who'd believe me?

You said that you like me.

I find that I like you too.

Thomas!

All is not yet lost.

A great leader prepares for every possibility.

You have to promise me that you'll always think

well of me whatever people might say.

He was upset about all that.

Raven Society lot.

Why? He's not one of them.

Shut it!

Dad, don't do this.

I'm sorry, son.

God bless England!

Honestly, I really don't know.

They didn't tell me. Why would they?

I swear on my children's life,

I don't know anything!

You shouldn't swear on your children's lives.

Not when you're lying.

I am not lying.

What are your kids' names?

Terry and Sharon.

It's the little one's birthday tomorrow.

The wife will be worried sick.

Please, miss, have a heart.

Do I look like I have a heart?

Yeah, you do.

You look like a good, kind person.

I'm not.

Tell me what you know

or Terry and Sharon will never see you again.

I can't tell you what I don't know, can I?

I don't even care about politics.

I never wanted any part of this shit.

I don't know anything!

You can't do this.

I think I can.

Swan's Farm...

Garton Magna.

Thank you.

Union cops!

Open up!

She's in here! Help!

Oi! Hey! Get her!

Come here! Now!

A year has passed since Lord Harwood

escaped captivity and began the armed struggle.

How things have changed.

England is once again a land of hope and glory.

The people of Norwich

came out in their cheerful thousands

to celebrate liberation by Raven Union forces.

"England rejoice,"

declared Lord Harwood to the happy throng.

"Final victory is near."

The leftist factions will soon be driven

from Manchester and Liverpool.

And then onward to London.

Oops. Look out, Mother.

The little one wants to join in!

Forward, we go, one and all,

marching merrily to victory.

Lord Harwood is a formidable character.

A year ago, whilst locked up in the Tower of London,

he contrived to blow up the prime minister

and most of the political establishment,

freeing himself and sparking a civil war.

He aims to establish himself as a fascist military dictator

under the flag of the Raven Union.

The Union's opponents, that is, The Queen,

surviving moderates,

the old No Name League, and anybody else not fascist,

are working together in what they call The English League.

Formally, the Queen's in charge,

but actual power is in the hands of a High Council

of 20 or so delegates,

led by the Prime Minister, Archbishop Potter.

A shitfest.

Yes, ma'am.

They're not well organized.

And the Union have the regular Army on their side.

They have tanks, artillery, and manpower.

And they're up against poorly-armed,

poorly-led civilians.

As of now, the Union controls 90% of the country.

The League still holds London north of the river

but they're surrounded and under siege.

Once the Union takes London, that's the ballgame.

They win.

It'll make Arkham Asylum look like a country club.

Tragic but inevitable, no?

Well, the US military could intervene,

as I've respectfully recommended in my addendum.

The Raven Union are evil sons of bitches

but they're gonna win, right?

Right.

So, officially, we're neutral,

but we're gonna be nice to them as discreetly as we can.

You were doing a fine job over there, Thomas.

We want you to go back as station chief.

Well, thank you.

I'm, - I'm honored.

If you can't work with the program,

this is where you get to step out gracefully.

Are you with us 100%?

Yes, ma'am.

One hundred percent.

Then go kick some ass for us.

Nice!

Doing good? Thank you, darling.

Tell me what's wrong.

You'll say I'm being neurotic.

Tell me anyway.

Yesterday, I nearly killed a man in cold blood.

But you didn't.

I'm turning mean and hard, Victor.

You went behind enemy lines

and came back with information

that could change the course of the war.

I like you.

It's just, um...

Sometimes I scare myself.

You're being neurotic.

I beg your pardon!

I said out with the loony old twat?

And what?

Fuck off, mate.

What the fuck are you doing, you bastard?

You fucking mad?

Good evening, gentlemen, ladies.

The man insulted his grace, Lord Harwood.

Vile obscenities. I won't have it.

I'll fucking have you, mate. You're dead.

Shut it, Dobson. Get this idiot out of here now.

You're dead, mate.

Dead. Yeah?

You don't know who I am.

But I do, mate.

Don't come back.

I won't. Fuck off!

How'd you get filth like that in here?

There's a war on, sir.