Pennyworth

Greetings. Chadley here,

Wanted to provide you with the latest report on our ongoing cases.

Did you murder your ma and da?

The drama at the Wayne household continues.

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

- It's complicated. - No, it's not.

It's simple. You lied to me.

I always knew Mrs. Wayne's secrecy

About her work for MI5 would cause problems.

What does this missing employee have that you want so badly?

Though, if I had to wager,

I'd say Mr. Patrick Wayne has an agenda of his own.

In the course of her own investigation,

Mrs. Wayne found herself at the same hippy commune

Where Alfie and Daveboy rescued Jessica Thistle.

Experimenting illegal drugs on our impressionable youth

Makes you shudder.

Oh, no.

Which brings us back to our Miss Thistle

And the awfulness of Miss Onslow's apartment.

This song can never be played enough.

And that lovely tune put to such nefarious use.

My, my, where will it end?

- Morning, Henry. - Dr. Fox.

I believe in miracles...

Good morning, Dr. Fox.

Where're you from, you sexy thing?

You sexy thing, you

I believe in miracles

Since you came along, you sexy thing...

Where did you come from, baby?

- Hey, Celia. - Lucius.

- How's everyone doing today? - Well, Gully is in a mood.

Hold the front page.

- How are the new goggles holding up? - They work.

But I look like a welder.

We'll work on that.

I believe in miracles

Where're you from, you sexy thing?

You sexy thing, you

I believe in miracles

Since you came along...

You sexy thing

Hi, there.

Excuse me.

Got to take a look at your servo motors.

Make sure those suckers are still A-okay.

So how's things?

Oh, I'm sad, Lucius.

Very sad.

I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe I can help.

- Why are you sad? - You ever been in love?

A catch-all term for a multitude of nebulous mental states.

But let's suppose the answer's yes.

I have been in love.

A long time ago, mind you.

This is a place without love.

You are loved by millions.

National hero.

Then why... Why do you keep me down here underground then, huh?

You know why.

I can't breathe down here.

Fresh air. Yeah, that's what I need.

I need some fresh air.

What you're breathing right now, the cleanest air in the world, actually.

- I built the AC system myself. - No, you built a cage.

You built a fucking cage.

I'm sick of it, and I'm fucking sick of you.

This facility was built for your comfort and protection.

I don't need protection.

Oh, I just need to get out of here.

What the bloody hell am I doing here anyway?

- Whoa. Hold on now. - Oh, God.

Gully. Gully, tell me where you want to go

And I'll clear it with the PM's Office, and assemble a travel team.

I don't need a fucking travel team.

It's just protocol. For everyone's safety.

You know regular folks can get scared of you.

Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em.

Copy that, but unfortunately,

The eye scanner won't allow anyone without access up to the street.

Goodbye, Dr. Fox.

At least tell me when you'll be back.

I'm not coming back.

Fudge.

Get down, get down.

Martha Kane for Prime Minister Aziz.

When's he back?

Okay. Thanks.

Hello!

Sam, Mrs. Pennyworth's here.

- Hi, Mrs. P. - Good morning.

Oh! Um, it's nothing.

Mrs. P.

Here she is. Shiny button.

Now you guys have a great day. Hmm?

Meet you at the park later, okay? Mwah!

You be good for Mrs. P, yeah?

- I will. - All right. Mmm.

- You better. - Bye-bye.

Bye, Mummy. Bye, Daddy.

Careful on the steps, sweetheart.

- We need to talk. - What time did you get home last night?

It was late.

Well, I guess you, what, you...

You ran into a door?

Yeah. Something like that.

It's just a bump.

Some desk job.

Thomas...

I haven't been honest with you.

And I'm sorry. I-I really am.

You're sorry?

For leading a secret double life?

For risking your life, for deceiving me? For betraying our marriage?

- I didn't betray our marriage. - Yes, you did.

And now what?

How are we supposed to move forward

If I can't trust you to tell me the truth?

You want some truth, Thomas?

Your father is neck-deep in some serious trouble.

What are you talking about?

You already know, don't you?

- He told you what he's doing here. - And what if he did?

- What's your involvement? - But why would he tell you?

Because he wants your help.

He didn't want my help. He wanted yours.

And I told him no.

- You did? - The point is, we're married.

We're supposed to trust each other. And listen to us.

Okay, here's what I know.

Wayne Enterprise and the CIA are here in London testing a new drug,

Only something's gone badly wrong.

People are getting killed. That's why your father's here, right?

- Something like that. - So what's gone wrong?

Thomas, you might as well tell me.

As soon as Aziz gets back from Paris, I'm briefing him on all this.

The doctor that developed the drug has gone AWOL.

- Glubb? - Right. And my father wants to find him.

That's all. He's done nothing wrong.

Nothing criminal, technically.

Okay, well, then he's got nothing to fear.

Jessica Thistle was shot and killed last night

After going on a second blood-splattered killing spree,

This one at the residence of the singer Sandra Onslow.

The police haven't released the names of anyone involved

Or how Miss Thistle came to be at the singer's flat.

Miss Thistle was seen as an example of the escalating drug use

And depravity of today's youth

After she gruesomely and brutally stabbed her parents to death,

Sir Arnulf and Lady Annabel,

Who are being laid to rest today in a private ceremony.

And now, the surprising controversy erupting over the gold medal win...

Result. Didn't even mention us.

Looks like we're in the clear for this one.

Bravo, Mr. Aziz, for once.

Here.

You okay?

Been a long time since I've killed a woman.

Mmm. Never pleasant.

Feels like I've done something wrong.

There's always gonna be cock-ups. It's nobody's fault.

It was me that brought her there.

Poor wee hen didn't even know what she was doing.

And you did what you had to do. Enough said.

Cheers.

Says in the paper that she was an evil hippy drug fiend filled with hatred.

That's not bloody fair, is it?

Well, she did stab up several people. Maybe we misjudged her.

It was the drugs that made her do it.

She was a fine young woman.

It's not fair, dragging her name through the mud like that.

She's brown bread, Daveboy. She don't mind.

And what about her family, eh, hearing all that shite?

Forget about it, mate. Nobody believes what they read in the papers.

- Lucius Fox for you. - Oh, tell him I'm not here.

I did. He said he knows you're sitting at the bar with Daveboy.

I fucking knew he had cameras in here somewhere. Did I not tell you that?

Have you got cameras in here?

Of course I do. Never mind that. It's Gully. He took off.

Well, it's a lovely day out. He's entitled.

Well, that's all very well, but what if he goes rogue?

Well, he's bound to eventually. It stands to reason.

- We need your help to bring him in. - Mmm.

Quickly and quietly.

Sorry. Had a bit of a long night.

The only thing I'm doing today is having a nice kip.

We know where he is. You should be home in a few hours. Easy money.

If he's in London or the home counties, you're on.

- Jackpots betting shop, Hackney. Okay? - Yeah.

Gully's gone AWOL. Got to fetch him home.

- How is Captain Blighty our problem? - He's not. It's just a job.

And what about solving the Thistle case?

The Thistle case? Mmm.

You discovered any clues, Miss Marple?

- Aye. Fucking boatloads. - Yeah? Like what?

Well, all that stuff that Martha said about the drugs

And the CIA covering their tracks, killing the fake nanny.

By Jove, Holmes. I think you've cracked the case.

- Fuck off. It's a clue. - Yeah, a clue best left to M15.