Pennyworth

The Raven Union is going

to attack London before the year's out.

There will be a proper argy-bargy.

Fuck off, mate.

The Union have the regular Army on their side.

They have tanks, artillery

and man power, and they're up against...

...poorly armed, poorly led civilians.

We're charging you with...

subversion

and conspiring to commit violent acts.

Take your clothes off.

Tell you what, sir...

This is the chap.

Colonel John Salt of the Union Militia.

Before the war, I worked at a place

we called Room 101.

A torture chamber really.

When you're ready, mate.

We're in a bit of a hurry.

Best find the bus stop then, eh?

It's good to see you, Thomas.

The big news is, I'm engaged.

Oh, no kidding.

Goodbye, young man.

Perhaps we'll meet again.

You know me, I love a crisis.

London, rejoice!

Final victory of the Raven Union is near.

With the might of the armed forces on our side,

we will triumph over the English League

and their young Queen.

The leftist factions still tyrannize...

Hello, Martha.

Glad to see you amusing yourself.

We have time on our hands.

The Union just lob the occasional mortar.

Waiting for us to surrender, I guess.

How I wish we could do that.

Surrender.

The very word sounds delicious.

News of Salt's escape reached you I expect.

It did.

I'm sorry to waste all your good work.

Entirely my fault.

What went wrong?

Sad to say, I'm about 87% sure

we were set up by Alfred Pennyworth.

Wow.

The lousy son of a bitch.

A useful man you know to be untrustworthy

is better than no man at all.

I don't know about that.

Talking of useful men,

I hear you ran into an old friend of ours.

Oh. Oh, yes, yes. Yeah, Thomas Wayne came by.

How is the rascal?

That's why you came all the way out here to see me.

Heh. I do try to avoid front lines if I can.

Since when are you spying on me, Victor?

Please.Seriously.

Seriously, Martha, get a grip.

We were following Thomas Wayne.

Right. Sorry.

Paranoia.

I know the feeling.

Thomas Wayne was fine and dandy.

Blooming. What d'you want to know?

Uh...

Still with the same company, is he?

Yup.

And the company says fuck liberty and democracy,

they're staying neutral.

Of course they are. And that doesn't mean

we shouldn't cultivate their friendship.

I hope you were friendly.Friendly? No.

No? I told him to take a hike.

Why on earth did you do that?

He only came by to snoop around.

Fuck him and fuck the CIA.

My dear Martha, you must tell him

he need not hike anywhere on your account.

The hell I will.

I gather he's engaged to be married.

What of it?

Perhaps, and I tread lightly here,

perhaps his engagement has peeved you, somehow?

I'm not the slightest bit peeved.

Uh-- Okay, yeah, I'm peeved.

I'm peeved because he and his paymasters

are standing by and letting fascists take over this country.

And we, Martha, must do our best

to encourage them not to do that.

For liberty and democracy and all that.

It's your duty.

What are you looking at?

Where are you taking me?

Wherever this bus goes.

If it ever comes.

Then we'll see.

Just so long as we're out of the immediate vicinity.

I want to go home.

You can't.Why not?

First place they'll be looking for you.

Looking for me?

Slow as paint.

You're lucky you've got me watching out for you.

If I let you go off on your own,

you'll be caught, and they'll blame you

for killing Major Sutcliffe and they'll hang you.

Now, you're with me until I get this sorted.

Sorted? How?

Lord Harwood's a close personal friend of mine.

Soon as I tell him what's occurred,

he'll have it all expunged.

That's the technical word for it.

Expunged.

Lord Harwood?

A friend of yours?

You're looking at me like I'm a liar.

No.

If you say it's so.

He made me a captain, got me this job.

If there's owt he can do for me, his Lordship'll do it.

Fuck's sake, gloomy guts.

Time was you were banged up naked with a cock in your face.

Look at you now.

I'm cold.

Why didn't you say something?

Hey, you.

Hello.

You alright? Mmm.

Give us your coat.

Pardon?

Your coat, man.

My coat?

I don't-- What?

Give us. Your coat.

Thank you.

Well, Where's this fucking bus, eh?

Love, thank you.

Oi!

Get another one.

America.

America.

When?

Lot of pay-offs to make,

but we should be underway end of next week.

When do we tell Chadley and the staff?

We don't.

We'll leave 'em a note and some cash.

Walk away without saying goodbye?

That's cold.

It's just good sense.

If we tell the staff, it's as good

as telling the whole city we're leaving.

We are leaving.

People will say we're running away.

We are running away.

We're not running away, we're moving on.

Since when d'you care what other people say?

I don't.

I just don't want any aggravation, that's all.

Surprise is always the best strategy.

True. Especially when you're running away.

But you'll tell Sandra you're leavin', eh?

When the time's right.

I feel bad for her. Poor wee thing.

Fuck's sake, Daveboy.

He feels bad too.

I feel great thank you very much.

We're making a fresh start.

New horizons.

Stands to reason there'll be hard choices along the way.

Here's to hard choices then, eh?

Hard choices.

Hard choices.

Sod it.

Lines are down.

What'll we do?

I'm thinking.

I'm tired.

I can't walk anymore.

We'll have to hide somewhere

until I can talk to his Lordship.

Word of what we've done will be all over by now.

I haven't done anything.

Stop moaning.

Come on.

There we are then.

Nice and cozy, eh?

Mm-hmm.

It'll do.

I'll try his Lordship again later

and the phones'll work...

...and we'll be right as rain.

Have you ever been to Liverpool, Jimmy?

Can't say that I have.

Ghastly place.

But I like the people though.