Pennyworth

I'm sorry about your husband, Mrs. Thwaite.

Let's put the past behind us, Mrs. Gaunt.

Let's show the world what can be done

when two women reason together.

Do you like parties, Martha?

You need to go get your sister away from that man.

He's in league with the devil.

I mean, really he is.

How did you two

end up working together?

We're not with the No-Name League.

Next you'll tell me

you're not spying on them for the CIA.

What do you want, Crowley? I want your soul, of course.

Thomas, will you please tell us what happened?

We were never there. You understand?

My God. James.

Hello, Frances.

I thought you were dead.

When the time is right,

I shall reveal myself publicly.

And then I will destroy my enemies

and lead this country back to greatness.

The Raven Society

is on the cusp of a new dawn.

It'll shock the world.

Are you with me?!

Yes, yes, yes!

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Esme!

Captain Curzon,

he has been waiting,

waiting all this time

to pay me back.

Anything?

I don't even know his first name.

Just clean his house, that's all.

Have you any idea where he's gone?

You're supposed to be dead. Well, I'm not.

How's your mum?

All right.

I like your mum.

Why aren't you dead?

It's a good trick, eh?

I'd tell you how, but I'd have

to implicate other parties, so I'll say nowt.

Tell me why I shouldn't give the old bill a shout.

Why would you?

I've done nothing to you.

Recently.

Why are you here?

How did you know about Curzon?

I've got important friends, me.

And you're the talk of the town, you two.

Why? Curzon's a nobody.

Nobody's nobody.

Why'd he kill Esme?

To get at me.

Revenge. He thinks I disrespected him.

Oh, I see.

It were your fault, then.

Thought as much.

Why else would anyone hurt

such a lovely, innocent lass like her?

What did you do to disrespect him?

What's any of this got to do with you?

I just want justice for Esme, same as you.

I loved her.

You barely knew her.

She was my fiancée.

I dare say you were very fond of her.

A man's love's not the same, though, is it?

You've less feeling in you.

Any road,

our lad's away, pointing no fingers.

We have to catch the bugger again.

Best team up, eh?

I'm gonna go now.

Have I done somewhat to offend you somehow?

No. You're mad, that's all.

Don't be like that.

We could help each other.

Good-bye. He weren't alone.

He were with a woman.

How do you know that?

I were there.

Came to see Esme.

They got to the door first.

Well, what did this woman look like?

Older lady.

Dark hair, I think.

She were wrapped up.

They let 'emselves in so quick I couldn't get a proper look.

I could've stopped 'em if I'd known.

They let themselves in?

Wh... Th-They had keys?

Big ring of 'em.

Where you going?

The keys, they gave you a clue, didn't they?

Tell.

No.

I'm coming with you, Sherlock.

No. You're not.

If you loved Esme as much as I do...

you won't deny me.

You'll know how much this means to me.

For fuck's sake, why'd you do that?

Emotions got the better of me. Sorry.

Walk away.

Now, let's have a look.

Oh, it's not too bad.

Now let's start again, shall we?

You gave over the keys. Why?

W-We do it all the time.

There are other flats in the building to be let.

He looked like a respectable buyer.

It-it's normal procedure.

When you heard about Esme's murder,

why didn't you say anything to the police?

I called the police immediately!

T-Two detectives came, and I gave them

a full description of the man

and-and all the relevant paperwork. Look, I swear.

The police knew.

Coppers.

Bent as Judas, the lot of 'em.

Leave me alone now, would you?

Don't take your grump out on me, duck.

I'm not the enemy.

What we gonna do now?

We never see each other again.

There's a telephone number you can call for information

about bloody trains and parking.

Is this too much? Hmm?

Oh, uh, no. It's very fetching, ma'am.

But this... No.

No. I think it's too much.

Ma'am, this is a serious problem.

None of these secret political societies

have ever dared show their faces in public before.

This is a brazen show of disrespect.

What a dreary poster.

How on earth does Mrs. Gaunt expect to draw a crowd?

Mm, there'll be a crowd.

A mob. Screaming for blood.

Or a general election, at least,

which would come to the same thing.

A hung parliament, martial law, blood and anarchy, ma'am.

You should write plays, Prime Minister. So dramatic.

No.

No, it won't do.

I do not exaggerate.

Anarchy.

The whole country will be watching

to see how we respond.

We don't oppose order

or strength or new dawns, do we?

I don't understand what it is they want.

Ooh, they're not Republicans, are they?

Oh, Lord, no.

No, traditional English fascists.

Smart black uniforms, thrash Johnny Foreigner,

hang free thinkers sort of thing. Childish stuff,

but they're willing to destroy half the country

to get what they want.

A national cleansing in blood would be just the ticket.

But under Royal authority.

Yes, of course.

But you'd have to follow their orders

or be forced into abdication.

The Duke of Windermere would be very happy

to take your place. I believe I told you

we shan't ever speak of my wretched uncle.

As you say, madam. Nevertheless... Absurd.

The people would never stand for it.

Mustard and coral, have you gone stark mad, woman?

I want your permission to use the harshest available methods

to crush this rally.

Water cannon and rubber bullets, deployed with brisk discretion.

Perhaps one or two snipers in reserve.

Won't that make me look awfully oppressive?

Can't we just send in those lovely horses?

Isn't that the usual style?

Well, we shall do that, of course.

But we must do more.

In times of strife, the people need

to see and feel the firm guidance

of Your Majesty's government. No.

I won't be goaded into brutality.

Horses and truncheons only.

No rubber bullets. No cannon, no snipers.

Yes, ma'am.

If I may... That's all.

A public rally?

We had a pact.

I thought we understood each other.

Why is she doing this?

Puzzling.