Pennyworth

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I need to be sure of you, Alfie.

You've been a little flighty recently.

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

I hope America's worth all this shite.

The League have elected a new prime minister.

Victor Aziz.

This new chap, Aziz,

were he approached confidentially,

he might listen to reason.

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

I speak for the good of the English people.

Secret meetings

with the prime minister of the English League.

I went to speak to him

- on your behalf. - Guards.

I was trying to help you!

Regarding Mrs. Gaunt... everyone I spoke to

believes she's innocent of the charges

- against her. - Do they?

Take Lord Harwood away and confine him to his quarters.

I can explain.

You haven't told him?

Told him what?

That you're pregnant.

- No, not yet. - Don't blame you.

He will freak the fuck out.

Fuck.

We have a job for you.

We'll pay you very well.

I don't need your money.

Then we won't pay you with money.

We'll pay you with silence.

What's that mean?

You're meeting privately with another man's wife.

There's a lady involved.

Mrs. Troy.

You fucking suicidal lunatic that you are.

The wife of Gully Troy?

I gather the relevant husband

is a man of strong feeling.

Gully's dangerous.

Mad as a hatter.

The job we have in mind won't take long.

It's a simple extraction. One man.

Professor Fox, we have to go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

What have you got for us, Professor?

Film.

Stormcloud.

The new version is at least five times more powerful than projected.

They could kill the entire population of London

with a device the size of a cigarette lighter.

Someone's grassed us up.

Has he been acting strange at all?

No.

Don't take the chance.

Get out of there.

Thank you for letting me know.

- Hello, Alfie. - All right, boys.

Melanie. Fuck's sake.

You're lucky I didn't kill you.

Mm. Well, that's me.

Lucky.

What are you doing here?

Should I not have come?

You're taking a big risk.

- The risk's half the fun, no? - No.

Gully doesn't know anything.

Stands to reason.

Neither of us would be walking around.

Someone knows.

- People know. - Fuck people.

Do you want to get found out?

Do you have a death wish?

Hmm.

We're asking the deep questions now.

Okay.

Why are you ashamed of who you really are?

Who's that then?

Oh, you play this hard-hearted tough guy,

but, actually, you're kind of a softie.

Mm, feminine almost.

Get out.

- You're a do-gooder. - Mm.

You only like me because you think I need rescuing.

You got me all wrong, love.

- Heart of stone, me. - Mm.

See?

Ashamed.

Did you come here for the banter or what?

Mm-mmm.

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Need.

I appeal to you, my people, at this time of great need.

Uh, I... urge you, my people, at this critical time.

I urge you, my people, at this critical time.

... intercepted before they reach the capital.

No supper for the League tonight.

We sign off with greetings to our leader, Lord Harwood,

who's taking some time off at his country estate,

recovering from a bout of the flu.

Bloody liars.

We wish him all the very best.

Get well soon, Your Lordship.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Sir... - It's all right, old chap.

Just gonna sit under the old walnut tree.

This is your perimeter, sir.

Father planted it on my seventh birthday.

I'm sorry, sir. You can't go any further.

Don't be absurd.

It's only ten feet away.

Do I look like I'm gonna run off?

Orders.

You, Colonel Salt?

- In charge? - Colonel as was.

"Sir John Salt" being my current title.

In charge of the whole damn country?

Yeah, it seems strange to me, too, but there we are.

- I shall do my best. - What about the Union Council?

An advisory body, sir.

When the chancellor's indisposed,

the Union constitution stipulates

that his deputy administers business

until such time as the chancellor is fit for duty again.

Or, if he is unable to return,

an election can be held.

Ridiculous. But very well.

You can start by putting Harwood on trial.

- Trial? - Speedy trial for murder

or commitment to a lunatic asylum.

- The Army won't settle for less. - Nor should they.

But a trial now?

It would be a terrible blow to the war effort.

And the war's near won.

Only London remains.

A war won mostly by the Army so far.

We will win,

with or without your Raven Union militias.

With or without Harwood.

I'm sure you're right, General.

So why talk of disunity at this bright moment?

If we simply bide our time

and keep Harwood locked up safe and quiet on his estate

until victory is ours,

- would that be such a crime? - Mm.

We need him alive and well for now,

smiling for the newsreels.

Nobody need know he's your prisoner.

Perhaps you're right.

And if, as an absolute last resort,

we were forced to use Stormcloud...

... it would be done in Harwood's name.

God forbid.

Hmm?

Oh, yes, indeed.

God forbid.

Now, in the meantime,

I think it's best we formulate a plan

- in Harwood's absence. - Yes, yes.

I understand the southern territories are...

Sykes' Pain Supplies.

Is that Bet?

Bet Sykes?

No, it's Peg, her sister.

Who's this?

I work for Raven HQ.

I transfer Lord Harwood's calls.

Oh, yes, love.

Is anything wrong?

Yes, actually.

There is something wrong.

The president and her people

have discussed your report in depth.

They've decided we're gonna let this one ride.

You're doing nothing? No action?

Plenty action.

All but essential U.S. government personnel

are to be evacuated from London.

By stages, as discreetly as possible, of course.

And then what?

Well, this is an internal dispute in a sovereign nation.

None of our business.

A brand-new weapon of mass destruction

is likely gonna be used on civilians.

That's not America's business?

No.

Can we at least brief Prime Minister Aziz on the situation?

The League have no idea what they're facing.

- The people of London... - No, absolutely not.

The League leadership and the London public

will find out about Stormcloud soon enough.

It's not our job to inform them.

The U.S. government doesn't officially know

about Stormcloud,

and we don't need to know.

We need deniability.

But you do know.

I'll deny that.