Pennyworth

Mr. Pennyworth, I'm Martha Kane.

How can I help you, Miss Kane?

I need a driver-bodyguard.

Your advertisement says "ex-military."

10,000 quid.

And she's got plenty more work for us.

What's the bad news?

She's a No-Name.

I dreamt about Sykes all night.

I dreamt that she was waiting

for me at my bus stop on Goodge Street.

She thinks you're dead. That's romantic, isn't it?

Coming back to life.

Now you're doing well enough,

you'll be thinking you're good enough for Esme.

Is that right?

"East is East, and West is West,

and ne'er the twain..."

I'm very much in love

with Esme, sir.

That's why I'm here...

to request your permission to marry her.

I will disinherit her.

Do you understand? Yes.

Yes, I will.

Tell the prime minister

I have seen his last days coming.

For every ounce

of blood I spill, he will pay.

The nation will rise in my name, and he will die.

Don't worry.

It'll be fine.

Come on.

I'm-I'm sorry to bother you. I beg your pardon.

How dare you! Please, I'm so sorry to bother you.

Get your bloody hands off me. Sir, madam.

You dirty, bloody tramp!

Come on, let's go.

Hello, mate.

Rough day?

Oh, you're...

you're a handsome old cove, aren't you?

You-you could strike pity

in a stone, you would.

What's your name?

No, no, no. No. Don't worry, my dear.

You've met a fellow Christian.

Huh? You fancy a cup of tea and a sandwich?

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, course you do.

Come along with me. Yeah?

Here.

You'll be as spry as a lurcher.

Yeah?

All right, come on.

Nice and slow. That's it, that's it.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Inspector Aziz.

Lukewarm welcome.

You've got an Old Bailey face on.

A word.

You've disappointed me.

I thought you'd talk to me

before making any rash decisions.

Rash? Me?

Stroll on.

Working for a gang of violent subversive fanatics isn't rash?

What fanatics are these?

You work for Martha Kane

who works for Thomas Wayne

who works for the No-Name League.

First I'm hearing of it.

I could arrest you here and now and see you hang by the weekend.

You could.

I hope you're about to tell me why you won't.

You're a prize, Alfred.

Mark my words,

civil war is coming.

Look around you.

How many of these people understand war?

How many of them could command men in battle?

Well, that dancer there

could invade Russia all on her own.

Me,

I'm not gonna command anybody, in any battle, anywhere.

Everyone will have to pick a side. That's the rules.

Not me.

I'm told Her Majesty was quite struck by you.

She thought you... dashing.

Really?

Tell her I fancied her, too.

Respectfully and that.

If not for her soft heart,

you, Mr. Bashford and Mr. MacDougal

would already be in shackles.

They're not in this.

You'd all be much safer

if you worked for your queen.

Mm. She don't pay very well.

Stop working against her...

or you'll all hang.

Message received.

Oh.

By the by,

how goes Esme?

Thriving, I trust?

She is.

What does she think about your work for the No-Names?

Why do you ask?

Curiosity.

The policeman's vice.

Cheerio.

Oh, fuck.

Is Mrs. Blake at home?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Blake moved to the West Indies last year.

Jamaica? No, Trinidad.

I have her new address somewhere.

Good to meet you.

Thomas Wayne. Martha Kane.

I've heard a great deal about you, Miss Kane.

You're very well regarded in the organization.

A little mysterious, but, uh...

Why is a nice American society girl like you

mixed up with the No-Name League?

Fighting somebody else's dirty war.

I could ask the same of you.

Me?

It's complicated.

Me?

Simple: I get bored easily.

I like excitement.

Oh, really?

An adventuress.

You strike me more as the idealistic type.

Do I?

Well, a person can be both, I suppose.

So, you're a Duke girl, huh?

Go, Demons.

Devils.

You? Gotham.

I've never been.

Is it as scary as people say?

Perfectly safe and getting safer.

In 20 years, Gotham will be

the Zurich of the Eastern Seaboard.

Now...

the leadership of the Raven Society

keep their identities a secret.

They've recently elected a new chief.

We need to know who that is.

There's a fellow inside the Raven Society

who will tell us the new leader's identity for a price.

You and Pennyworth are to meet with this chap.

Details...

of your rendezvous...

and funds...

to be used at your discretion.

And I will need you to sign...

for these.

The deal I made with Pennyworth stipulated no guns.

And that was the right deal to make.

Now... we reel him in.

If he balks...

offer him more money.

Whatever it takes.

He's worth it.

Or at least the League thinks he is.

Street fighting between left- and right-wing

criminal gangs has resulted in three deaths

and numerous injuries.

The police say the outlawed organizations

known as the Raven Society and the No-Name League

are to blame for the violence.

Hang 'em all, I say.

Blackshirts, Redshirts,

they're all the bloody same.

Potless dossers.

That tasty Sherman just walked in.

Hi.

Miss Kane. Hello.

Cola, please.

Cola for the lady.

How are things with you?

So-so. You, Miss Kane?

Fine. I have a job for you.

Sorry. I can't work for you anymore. Why not?

How does that affect our arrangement?

I've got to be safety-minded.

Married men can't mess about.

Hmm.

But they do.

That's a lot of money.

Marriage is expensive.

We'll manage.

It's too late to back out now.

You're in too deep.

I'm impressed.

You went straight for my throat,

no messing about.

Thank you.