Pennyworth

Hello, love. Bet here, busy times.

More of the nutters with gizmos popping up every day.

Sorry, mate.

"Persons With Enhancements" we're supposed to call 'em.

MI5, Science Department.

Speaking of, so that Martha Wayne...

- Have a great day at the office. - I will.

You know, her husband don't know she's a secret agent.

Martha doesn't work for MI5 or the PM's Office.

Some families, eh?

Alfie's up to his usual, playing the hero.

How can we help you?

We're looking for a Jessica Thistle.

Went and rescued some poor girl

Being held by a bunch of hippy types.

Only the little maid's turned round

And did a knife job on her mum and dad.

Alfie's got his hands full now. That'll show him.

I saved the best for last bit.

All these years I finally got a lead on that bastard John Salt.

Bingo.

But that went all low.

I got a baby now. Her name's Julie.

She's an absolute angel.

Just like me.

We're also following the tragic knife murder

Of Sir Arnulf and Lady Annabel Thistle this morning.

Their daughter Jessica is being held under suspicion by Scotland Yard.

- Morning, Prime Minister. - Sir Arnulf was the head

Of chemical giant the Thistle Corporation,

And his wife a prominent charity hostess.

Voices around the country decried the murder...

You're barking up the wrong tree, mate. I told you, I dropped the girl at home.

Next thing I know, she's banging on the door and I called you mob.

End of story.

I'm innocent as a lamb.

All morning, you lot have kept me here without so much as a cup of tea.

Deplorable. You have my deepest apologies.

I know you have a government to run. International affairs and so on.

But it's the little courtesies. Once they go...

They are what separate us from the barbarians.

You don't think I had anything to do with this, do you?

You did deliver Miss Thistle to the scene of the crime.

It was all aboveboard. Hired by the girl's nanny.

Ah, yes. The nanny.

Plus, that girl didn't care enough about her parents to kill them.

Perhaps, but the simplest explanation is usually the correct one.

I'm not seeing it.

No. Nor am I, quite.

What are you doing mucking about with a murder investigation for, anyway?

Ain't you got a country to run?

Sir Arnulf ran the Thistle Corporation. An important man.

- Means he had enemies. - Don't we all?

- Do you know this lady? - Should I?

- So you've never seen her before? - I see she gets tea. There's that.

This is Miss Deirdre Hamperton,

Jessica Thistle's nanny.

Bugger.

It would seem, Alfie, that someone's made a monkey of you, a patsy.

- Mmm. - A cat's paw.

Yeah, all right, all right.

Where did you say you found Miss Thistle?

I didn't say. Where is she now?

Under guard in a secure ward at St. Olave's.

You know, when she finally came to,

She was in an awful state, as you can imagine.

I want a word with her.

Not strictly protocol, but I'll see you get access.

So you want me to keep digging?

Well, I respect your skills.

If anyone's to get to the bottom of this...

This isn't one of your little plots, is it?

I don't know what you mean.

Look me in the eye and promise me you didn't have the Thistles killed.

Promise you're not using me for some skullduggery.

I promise.

All right, then.

More to the point, that snide nanny still owes me half my fee.

I won't get mugged off like that.

Do let me know if you find anything interesting.

Right. Love to the Queen and all that.

Be seeing you, Mr. Aziz.

I think we can manage a little bit more egg and some more of the soldier.

- No. - Mrs. P's day off,

So you're with Sam, right?

I know. We're going to the zoo,

And then we're gonna go watch a Punch-and-Judy show in the park. Hmm?

- Mwah. I wish I could come. - Then come.

I can't. I'm late as it is, and I can't find my keys.

My father won't be up for hours. Jet lag.

You don't have to run away, Martha.

I'm not running away. I have work.

Honey, why don't we go and get your coat?

Go on. Go. Go. Race.

Thomas, I'm not leaving to avoid your father. That's just a bonus.

Okay. We need to talk.

- Now? - Now.

I wanted to bring this up last night, but, uh, I had to think about it.

Oh, that sounds ominous.

My father says you don't work for the Public Records Office.

You know that I don't.

I work for Aziz.

That's just basic cover, but you know that.

Yes, but you told me that was a desk job.

99%.

My father says you're an active MI5 field officer, science wing.

Attached to the Prime Minister's Office as a troubleshooter, license to kill.

Your father said all that?

I told him he was wrong.

I told him you'd never lie to me.

Christ.

Thomas, I...

So it's true? Oh, my God.

How would your father even know and why would he bring it up?

That's not the salient point here, is it?

It's complicated.

No, it's not. It's simple. You lied to me. You lied to Sam.

- Don't bring Sam into this. - Why not? She's your child.

We agreed you could carry on working if you took a safe desk job.

Yeah, that's what this is. 99% of the time.

Am I sometimes in the field, as in not in my office? Then yes.

- Am I ever in danger? No. - Are you licensed to kill?

That's just formal language for being allowed...

- Being allowed to? - Carry a gun.

Jesus, Martha.

I thought you kind of knew that I was doing something more serious.

And I thought you just didn't want to know.

That's what you told yourself? That I knew? Really?

We had an agreement, Martha.

How did I not see this?

And of course, other people must know about this.

Alfie and Lucius are in on this, I suppose.

No. I mean, yes.

- They're trusted colleagues. - Oh, trust, she says.

- This has to stop, now! - I'm doing important work.

I report directly to the prime minister. I'm needed.

- You're needed here. - I'm here, aren't I?

And by the way, what the hell has your father got to do with my business?

- What's his agenda? - Never mind him, God damn it.

We'll talk about this later.

Okay.

Mwah. Have fun with Daddy, okay?

I love you.

One blink for yes,

And two for no.

Did you murder your ma and da?

Any change?

Not a dicky bird.

You all right here for a minute?

- Where are you off to? - I've got to go home and get my gun.

And then it's back to that Sister Susie, and ask her what the fuck's what.

Cup of tea.

Don't be giving me that look. It's you that went and left me.

Had to be the hero.

Not enough to be my husband, father to Alfie.

I think you'd be happy if I threw myself on a fire, like the olden days.

Alfie?

Police let you go then, did they?

- Yeah. It was nothing. - Nothing?

A murderess covered in blood with a kitchen knife at the door

And nothing, he says.

- You've grown callous, you have. - She's not a murderess.

And where you are off to, all glammed up?

Get on with you. I'm on my way to work.

Well, if she didn't do it, who did?

Don't know. I'll find out.

You wearing a carnation to work?

Samantha picked them from her garden, asked me to wear one.

- And that's your good hat, innit? - What if it is?

It's my hat. I have a right to wear it.

Yeah. Of course you do.

Well, then you stick to your murders instead of investigating me,

Thank you very much.

Why would someone kill a CIA gunman?

And what's the CIA doing in London to begin with?

That's what the prime minister wants answered, quickly and quietly.

- Why are you asking me? - You used to work for the CIA.

Uh, so did your husband, much higher up.

What's going on, Martha?

- Miss Kane, Mr. Fox. Lovely day. - Hi, Henry.

So, what can I do you both for today? Transportation? Weapons?

- I'd love a cup of tea. - Kettle's just boiled.

- I'll be out front if you need anything. - Thanks.

So?

Yeah. So, uh, I wanted you to look at the, uh, autopsy report.

But I also wanted to talk to you, uh, personally.

Like, um...

Like as a friend.

Okay.

If anyone asks you about our work...

You know I don't talk to anyone about any aspect of my work.

If Thomas asks?

I don't talk to anyone. Especially friends.

I kind of didn't explain the active nature of my work to Thomas,

And he's a little upset.

Huh.

I didn't figure you for that kind of deceit. Interesting.

You always struck me as a woman of strong morals.

Thanks a lot.

No. Hey, it's good to know you're human.