Pennyworth

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Gaunt still has friends among us.

Sir, might I have a moment of your time?

Whoever comes to you, that's your traitor.

Ah!

Take Lord Harwood away and confine him to his quarters.

I can explain.

You, Colonel Salt?

In charge of the whole damn country?

It seems strange to me, too, but there we are.

What you do is so important.

It's rather thrilling, actually.

- Being part of it all. - Salt planned it all along.

And while he's ruling in my name as my deputy,

then no one dare touch him.

We need him alive and well for now, smiling for the newsreels.

Nobody need know he's your prisoner.

And if we were forced to use Stormcloud,

it would be done in Harwood's name.

I shall create a diversion.

- One! - Do not fire!

- Two! - And you two leave by the back.

- Three! Onward! - No!

Well, your president thinks ending wars quickly is good.

You sons of bitches want them to use Stormcloud?

Martha, you have to get out of here right now.

What are you talking about?

- Stormcloud. - They are going to use it on London.

Just to be clear, I'm not going anywhere.

Martha, you have to go. What about...

N-No. Come on, Patricia.

You haven't told him that you're pregnant?

Don't blame you. He will freak the fuck out.

You can't just go around hurting people

when you feel like it.

All right. I promise.

- Gully's dangerous. - Mad as a hatter.

- Gully doesn't know anything. - Someone knows.

Is there something you're not telling me, Alfie?

- No. - Tell me.

I fucked him.

I'm not safe anywhere. He'll kill me.

And he'll kill you, too.

You better come to America with me, then.

I'm leaving, Sandra. I'm going to America.

You mean without me.

How many people have died to get us there?

I can't go.

What changed your mind so suddenly?

This is my home.

If that's not worth fighting for,

then what is worth fighting for?

How are we looking?

Well, if it's an ambush, it's a bloody good one.

No spot for a sniper.

Not that I can see, anyway.

Which means you won't, either, if there is one.

That would simplify matters.

Thank you, by the way.

What for?

Being here. Staying.

It's very good of you.

God knows I'd leave if I could.

God knows I tried.

Why did you stay?

Stupidity.

So not honor, loyalty, hatred of tyranny?

Nah.

You won't confess to any finer feelings, will you?

Or maybe I just like a fight.

If things go lemony, hit the deck and stay there.

Will do.

- _ - Lord James Harwood,

16th Earl of Dunboyne, leader of the Raven Union,

high chancellor of Union-held England,

has passed away following a severe heart attack.

Details will follow on the hour.

- Poor chap. - Good riddance.

Stresses of war, I expect.

Hoisted by his own guitar.

Would you stop staring out the window, please?

It's making me nervous.

Sorry.

You're really scared, aren't you?

Who, me? No.

Just alert.

Your friend Alfie has no morals and no sense.

I'll strangle him myself if Troy doesn't do him in first.

Only joking.

Fair play.

But you can't deny that Melanie was a gallus wee bird.

It's hard to resist a smasher like that.

Men.

What's wrong with you?

That's a big question, Mrs. P.

Sir John. My congratulations.

Your fortunes have risen since we last met.

As have yours, Prime Minister.

I've been hearing many good things.

Mr. Pennyworth.

A surprise and a pleasure to see you again.

And in such exalted company.

If your father could see you now, he'd be very proud.

Sir.

General Thursday.

- Inspector. - Hmm.

Interesting spot you chose.

Not one for the history books.

New beginnings.

Lord Harwood had a taste for the theatrical.

Plain, simple honesty. That's us.

My condolences for your great loss.

Lord Harwood was an outstanding leader.

Larger than life. Irreplaceable.

Everybody can be replaced.

Forgive me if I'm surprised

that he's been replaced by you, Sir John.

Not as surprised as I am. I'm not worthy, of course.

But if you think we're discouraged, think again, sir.

Our cause is larger than any one man.

Lord Harwood led the Raven Union,

but he did not command the Army.

It's the Army who've beaten you in battle.

- Not Lord Harwood. - True.

You don't need the Raven Union at all, really, do you?

On the contrary.

We need them to deal with clever chaps like you.

The Army takes no part in politics or government.

- Warfare is our only trade. - Indeed.

That's why I'm rather surprised you approved Stormcloud.

That's a purely Raven project, no?

We're glad you know about Stormcloud.

You understand the seriousness of your predicament.

The Army had very little hand in it.

Or am I wrong?

Would the Army really let a political party use

such a weapon on its own people?

All Raven Union military assets, including Stormcloud,

are under Army Council command.

Isn't that so, Sir John?

Mm. That is exactly so.

The Army and the Union are brothers, united.

Lord Harwood's sad demise has only brought us closer together.

But it has also given us pause.

This war has gone on long enough.

We'd like to sit down and talk.

See if we can find an honorable peace.

We're always happy to talk.

Compromise and reconciliation are desperately needed.

I could not agree more.

Compromise and reconciliation.

As to time and location, we leave that to you.

But I have a suggestion, if I may.

And a favor to ask.

We'd like to bury Lord Harwood in his family crypt in London.

It would be a gesture of good faith on both sides

if you'd allow his funeral party to enter the city.

We could hold talks after the ceremony.

In the spirit of new beginnings.

I must consult with Her Majesty the Queen first, of course,

but, uh, I'm sure she'll be happy to oblige.

- Here's to Lord Harwood. - Lord Harwood.

- May he rest in peace. - Mm.

May he rot in hell.

Whichever is deemed appropriate

- by the powers that be. - Hmm.

Well, I hate to be a wet blanket,

but I'm not so sure that Harwood's death is a good thing.

I agree.

Wow. Really? I am... I am deeply touched. Thank you.

Seriously, what do we know about this Salt character?

Well, he's clever enough. But he has no power base.

And there's clear tension between him and Thursday.

They're wobbling.

Politically vulnerable.

Why else would they ask for peace talks?

They still have Stormcloud.

Yes, but would they dare use it? That's the question.

A madman like Harwood might do anything, but these are...

ordinary half-decent sort of men.

They'll be mindful of the world's opinion.

Fearful of consequences.

What did you think, Alfie?

I was looking for snipers.

But you must have got a general sense.

Did they seem trustworthy?

I don't trust anyone.

You fucking bastard!

Hello.

The fuck are you sneaking in like that for?

- You're plastered. - That I am.

You're supposed to be looking after Mum.

I can do two things at once.

It's fucking irresponsible. Where is she?

She's having a snooze. Hey!

And it's not me that's irresponsible. It's you.

Was it me that fucked the wife of a stone-cold killer?

- No. - Yeah, right. Fair play.

But still. It's me mum.

Was it me that squandered America? No.