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Alfie, you fucked my wife.
I raised you better than that.
You didn't raise me.
Yes, of-of course. I-I'm not your father, but...
but I'd wager you a pretty penny
that he'd be as ashamed of you as I am.
Run.
Or I'm gonna put a bullet through your head right now.
Fuck's sake.
All right, Gully.
- It wasn't Melanie's fault. - Oh.
A gentleman to the end, eh?
I thought you were a bloody hero.
Turns out you're just bloody mad.
- Aren't you gonna kill me? - Nah.
We have sex a few times and I get knocked up.
It's a good surprise.
Can we agree to get married now?
- No, it's not that simple. - Let me make it simple.
I have to go on a perilous mission,
and we're having a baby together.
This lot's saying that the Raven Union's gonna drop
that terror bomb on London.
We have till 4:00 p.m. tomorrow.
We're not beaten yet. We have a plan.
- Oh, here it comes. - I show up, unannounced,
bringing them back their missing scientists. Then...
- Then what? - Oi!
Then we steal Stormcloud from them.
Let's be off then, yeah?
That's your plan? No chance.
- Drop your weapons. Hands up. - Easy, now.
I'm afraid we can't let you leave.
Give them a good drubbing.
I shall create a diversion.
Then you get a message to Frances Gaunt.
You send her my fondest love,
and you tell her how deeply sorry I am
for wronging her so cruelly.
But what about you?
- Onward! - No!
Lord Harwood was my friend.
This is rightful revenge.
Anything bad happens and you're dead.
They're a special request
- from the High Chancellor. - _
Don't worry, duck. We're getting you out of here.
Hello, ladies.
Uh, looking for the penthouse, I expect.
Oh, thank goodness you found us.
Right this way, ladies.
Commendable.
You chaps keep trying.
Sir,
may I have a few words in private with my son?
Do you really think your mother would forgive me?
- Who gives a toss? - I do.
I want to see her again before I die.
Hard cheese for you, then.
We'll both be dead by tonight.
There's a gun in my left pocket.
Don't just stare at me, boy.
Hello?
You're never gonna guess what.
Goddamn it, Salt, the deadline has passed
and they haven't surrendered.
- So much for your bloody plan. - Patience, General Thursday.
Patience.
The plan is working perfectly.
Oh... Oh, God. Oh...
Jeepers, would you look at that.
I'm quite close enough, thank you.
Would you put that fucking thing away?
Spooky thing. Don't like the look of it.
Yeah, can we... can we please put it back?
Okay, okay.
You all right?
Never you mind.
What are you doing?
Evacuating me bowels, if you must know.
Fair play.
What made you change your mind
about all this Raven malarkey, then?
I didn't.
Why would I change the beliefs of a lifetime?
I'm a cripple, not senile.
I hope London falls
and the League are destroyed like the commie vermin they are.
You fucked the Ravens' big plan.
For your mother's sake.
We'll win anyway.
You lot are buggered, trust me.
You better have something good to say to Mum.
And don't count on her being pleased to see you,
if that's what you're hoping.
I don't care if she hates me,
as long as she understands me.
Understands what?
If there are things in this world worth dying for,
then there are things worth killing for.
Oh, lovely. Back from the dead
with a cheery fascist motto. She'll be delighted.
Yeah. Well, history will judge me, not you.
- You can't judge me. - No.
I can leave you by the side of the fucking road, though.
Yeah, you could do that. Rather you didn't.
No mottos, no history lessons. Nish.
You tell Mom you love her, and you're very, very sorry
for the grief you've caused, and that's all. Promise?
Yeah.
Oh. Good morning, Mrs. Pennyworth.
- Oh, it's you, is it? - Is, um... is Alfie here?
No, he's not.
And you should be in hospital,
not galivanting about looking for my boy.
Not that I'm defending his behavior, mind you.
Where is he?
- I met your wife, Mr. Troy. - Oh.
And not to be disrespectful, I know her sort.
She led Alfie on.
All silk blouse and no knickers. That's her sort.
Um, where is he?
He's gone back to work for the League.
Saving the bloody world again. Never mind his poor old mum.
Good day to you, Mrs. Pennyworth.
Right.
And there it is.
- Yes! - Well done!
Well done, my dear friends.
- So good to have you back. - You look terrible.
We have to get you to a hospital immediately.
We're fine.
Any word from Salt
- and the union? - Silence.
The deadline passed without a word.
They'll be licking their wounds for a while, I expect.
Good.
- Marvelous. - Good.
Where are Alfie and Daveboy?
They're fine.
Long story. Long, extremely bizarre story, actually.
But enough about them for now.
- I'm back. - Yes.
Yes?
You mean, yes, it's accurate to say I'm back,
or do you mean... yes?
Yes, I mean yes.
She said yes! We're getting married.
Oh, it's a celebration then!
Mum?
Thank God you're back.
Look at the state of you.
All right.
Fight the world, did you?
I did, as it happens.
That Mr. Troy was here.
Cor blimey, he don't give up, does he?
Never mind that.
Sit down. I've got news.
Never mind a man come to murder you?
Must be very bad news.
No. No, no, it's good news.
Sort of.
I'll put the kettle on.
When a man says there's good news
and it sounds like bad news...
it can only mean one thing.
She's pregnant, isn't she?
- Pregnant? Who? - You tell me.
Way you've been putting it about,
could be Mrs. Applebaum, for all I know.
No, Mum, there's no babies on the way.
To your knowledge.
- It's about Dad. - What about Dad?
Suppose you could talk to him now.
What would you say?
I don't know. Well, I can't talk to him, can I?
So there's no point thinking about it.
Suppose you could.
Aunt Phyllis went to a gypsy in Southend
and spoke to her Tony after he copped it.
She asked him where he'd hid the premium bonds.
Would he tell her? No, he would not.
On and on about his bloody geraniums.
Well, suppose he said he was really, really sorry.
Well, sorry's no substitute for premium bonds.
I mean Dad.
What about if Dad came back and said he was sorry.
- What would you say? - What are you on about?
See, the thing is,
we never actually got to see his body, did we?
So we've never been quite 100% sure, have we?
I mean, there's nothing like an actual body
to tell you what's what.
Have they found his body?
Yeah, they have. Found his body.
And...
And he's still in it.
What?
He's alive, Mum.
Why would you say such a thing?
I don't know how else to say it.
He's alive.
Raven Union scientists put him back together.
He's not well, but he is alive.
Kettle's boiling.
- Did you hear what I just said? - I'm not deaf.
My hearing's very good.
When I was a girl, I used to hear dog whistles.
Your dad's alive.
Hello, my dear.
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Comrades, a celebration is in order,
but first we must deal with this wretched thing.
Dr. Fox, how do we dispose of this safely?
That's gonna take some careful thought.
In the interim, some kind of hermetically-sealed strongbox would...
Nobody fucking move!
- Where is Alfred Pennyworth? - He's not here. Who are you?
- Where the fuck is he?! - I don't know.
What's that? What you got there?
- It's nothing. - Give it to me.
- No! - No! No!
What the hell?
- I'm okay. - Yeah, me, too.
Is everyone okay?
Yeah.
Oh.
They think they have taken Stormcloud from us,
but actually I let them take one of these de-weaponized capsules.
A ruse de guerre, as you Army chaps call it.
A dastardly trick is what I call it.
You never wanted peace.
You actually want to use this vile bomb.
We offered peace. They refused.
That's all.
The world will see that we tried our best to avoid this outcome.
Don't you see?
We'll be blameless in the eyes of the world.
And in your conscience?
My conscience is clear.
Our enemies need to know terror and humiliation.
Anything less than that, they still have hope.
And until they have no hope, true peace is impossible.
The British Army will not commit atrocities,
however well-concealed and justified.
Stormcloud will not be used.
Mm. I'm afraid that's not up to you.
Bloody well is.
You need an Army airship to deliver the damn thing,
and that you shall not have.
Actually, I don't need your airship.
I don't need you or the Army.
What are you talking about?
I like to plan far ahead.
And I suspected you'd turn soft.
So I made sure your help wouldn't be essential.
Progress waits for no man, you know.
Stormcloud is already on-site in Central London.
Ready to be detonated... any time I wish.
Oh, my God.
You're mad.
You're actually mad.
I won't let you do this.
Not your call, old chap.
- Unhand me, boy! - I understand this is all new
and shocking.
In an hour it will all be over.
- Tomorrow you'll thank me. - Sir?
- League HQ on the line. - Ah.
Listen to this.
Bravo.
You played us very neatly.
I don't know what you're referring to.
Very well.
As prime minister of Her Majesty's government
and leader of the League armed forces,
I formally surrender on the terms you specified.
I will relay the same message to the international community.
Too late, I'm afraid.
A deadline is a deadline.
The... the deadline is a technicality.
I say again, we are surrendering.
You no longer have that option.
We shall respond with appropriate force, as promised.
I'll give you, mm, enough time to say your goodbyes.
But not enough time to escape.
Though you are welcome to try.
Entirely up to you.
Hello? Hello?
Well, that's that, then.
But shouldn't we try to run?
- There's no time. - Besides,
we'd be leaving else in London to die.
It's not quite the thing, really, is it?
Those that want to should try though, certainly.
I'm sorry.
Shame.
I had a tenner on the sweeps at Newmarket.
Sorry, old chap.
- Cheers. - Martha.
We have a new life to think of.
Shouldn't we at least try and get you and our baby out of here?
Yeah, I wish. Lucius is right.
There's no time.
Hey. I've got a better idea.
Let's get married.
Married? Now?
Cold feet, huh?
No, I...
Let's do it.
Okay.
- Victor? - Mm?
Will you marry us?
Uh, splendid idea!
Hello, Mum.
You all right?
I'll put the kettle on, eh?
You look terrible.
You look lovely.
I'll help Daveboy with the tea.
You, behave yourself.
And, Mum, give him a chance to explain himself
before you give him a walloping.
Why didn't you tell us you were alive?
I didn't want you to see me like this.
And I knew you'd be angry with me.
Bloody right I'm angry.
You did that to yourself.
To us.
It's as if I never knew you.
I had no idea you were so unhappy.
I wasn't unhappy.
- You killed yourself. - For a higher cause.
Balls.
Higher than our marriage?
Higher than me?
For once in me life...
I wanted to do something useful.
Something important.
What are you talking about?
Your whole life you've been useful
- and important. - No.
I was a servant.
A lackey.
Bowed and served...
and opened doors for me betters.
Not them.
Me.
You were important to me.
And useful.
Now and again.
I thought we had a good life.
We did.
I'll get it.
Hello?
Alfie?
Bad news. We got played.
Thanks very much.
- Yeah, of course. - Are you listening?
- Of course. - Mum.
I'm sorry.
I made a mistake.
I shouldn't have brought him here.
Why? What's wrong?
Tell her, Dad.
Tell her the truth.
I don't know what you're talking about.
All this talk of love and forgiveness was lies.
He only pretended he wanted to come here and see you.
Part of a trick to make us think we're safe, but we're not.
I don't understand.
The Ravens are gonna drop that bloody gas bomb on us anytime now.
And this one here arranged it.
By lying to me.
Is that true?
Say it.
I did want to see you again.
That wasn't a lie.
And I am dying.
But yes.
The rest was a lie.
I see.
- That's very disappointing. - I'm sorry.
No, you're not.
This is what you wanted, wasn't it?
Why would you be sorry?
Great changes cause great pain.
- Sacrifice is necessary. - Sacrifice?
Your own wife?
My wife, my son...
myself, yes.
Much as I love you both.
We're nobodies.
She's not a nobody.
She's my fucking mum.
Zero Hour approaches, Miss Dixon.
Steel yourself.
History is in the making.
Yes, sir.
I think I need a little privacy.
I'll be in the penthouse.
I'm not to be disturbed under any circumstances.
Yes, sir.
Hmm.
Nothing better than a plain digestive biscuit, eh?
Hmm?
You can keep your jaffa cakes.
Hmm.
Is it quick, then?
This bomb of yours... will it kill us quick, at least?
So I'm told.
That's something anyway.
I know I betrayed you.
And I know you can't forgive me.
Did I say that?
I love you, don't I?
And you love me, don't you?
Yes, I do.
Well, then.
'Course I forgive you.
I don't.
I don't forgive you.
I wouldn't expect anything else, son.
You're a man of hard principles.
You take after me that way.
I am nothing like you.
No.
No, you're a... you're a better man than me.
That's for sure.
You have your mother's talent for happiness.
I never got the hang of it.
Funny thing.
But when you gave me that gun...
I thought you were saving my life because I'm your son.
- Because you love me. - I do.
Bollocks!
I thought I was getting my dad back.
Alive.
But you fooled us good and proper, didn't you?
You're dead.
You're just a corpse pretending to be alive.
And you should have stayed
in your fucking grave!
Alfie!
I got that frame out west.
Ten shillings.
Ten shillings?
Never mind, Mother. Eh?
Boys will be boys.
Sorry, Mum.
I was wrong.
And I'm sorry.
Now's too bloody late for sorry.
That's where you're wrong, son.
It's not too late.
What do you mean?
Stormcloud won't come from an airship.
It's already in London, and I know where.
Where?
- Oh! - Whoa!
Do you, Martha, take Thomas
to be your lawful wedded husband?
Yes, I do.
And do you, Thomas, take Martha
to be your lawful wedded wife?
I do.
Then, by the powers vested in me, etcetera, etcetera,
I now pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Aziz here.
Oh, hello, Mrs. Pennyworth.
Where?
- There. - Yeah.
One, two,
three.
Fuck.
Freeze!
Hands up!
I'll shoot!
Hands up!
Yo, mate, listen. There's a bomb in here.
All right? We're defusing a bomb.
Don't move. I'll shoot.
For fuck's sake, listen to him!
- A bomb... - Don't think I won't.
Come on, Johnny.
You're ready.
You're read... What the...
Surprise.
Hello, John.
- Look, I don't... - Shut it.
Smack him, Vikki.
Smack him!
- The gun's over there. - What'd you leave it there for?
Fuck knows.
Aah! Fuck!
Oh, sh...
All right?
All right.
Can you defuse the thing?
I have no fucking idea.
Could you hold it?
This is for Lord Harwood.
Stop your whinging, duck.
This is just foreplay.
What's this?
Whatever you do,
don't press that button. Please.
Oh, aye?
Why not?
I can't tell you.
You wouldn't understand.
Put it down, Bet. He's being clever.
He wants you to press that button, doesn't he?
It must be an alarm. Give it here. Come on.
All right.
Alfie, just be ready.
Stop!
Steady on, Vikki. We're all friends here.
I win.
Oh, fudge. Too late.
- What's it doing? - The reaction's started.
In about one minute, it'll reach critical mass and explode.
- Fuck. How do we stop it? - Not a problem.
We closed it in a hermetically-sealed steel box
and we drop the box in the ocean.
Oh, well.
Sl�inte mhath.
Nah.
What happens if I swallow it?
I expect you'll burst.
Fuck it. Worth a try. Here.
Stop. And that's an order.
I'm the senior officer here.
If anyone's gonna play at being the bloody hero,
it's me.
Fair play.
I don't think that's gonna help.
Chin-chin.
Yeah.
Boffins. What the fuck do they know?
Mad to the fucking last. Give me that flask.
Lost comrades.
- Yeah. - We should be with 'em.
But not yet.
- What happened? - I don't know.
- But we're still alive. - Which is impossible.
Theoretically.
Boffins, eh?
- Nobody move! - Stay where you are!
Keep your hands where we can see 'em.
- Good God. - Don't worry, General.
All under control.
Stormcloud has been neutralized, you madman.
Thank God for that.
- Madame. - General Thursday.
Mr. Salt has been relieved of his duties.
I am now in command of the Raven Union.
You can take him away.
Good riddance.
Oh, well done, son.
I knew you'd save the day.
Let me go and tell your Dad. He'll be very relieved.
Oh...
Good news.
Alfie defused the bomb or something.
Anyway, we're all safe.
Tell Alfie I'm very proud of him.
Well, you can tell him yourself.
Maybe I will.
Thank you for being sensible. In the end.
Much appreciated.
I'm not being sensible.
I'm being sentimental.
About time.
Oh, I'd love a biscuit, if that ginger gannet has left any.
These are lovely.
I love you very much, my darling.
It's so good to see you again.
Makes everything worthwhile.
I should hope so.
I love you, too.
God knows why.
Some men go mad with fancy women
or giant train sets.
But you, no,
you have to be special.
- _ - I can't understand it.
Must have been some kind of enzyme reaction.
I dare say it was.
Lost comrades.
Let's go.
Oi!
What's that?
Go and get the sergeant!
Stand back, stand back.
I wouldn't do that.
_
? Time takes a cigarette ?
? Puts it in your mouth ?
? You pull on your finger ?
? Then another finger, then cigarette ?
? The wall-to-wall is calling ?
? It lingers, then you forget ?
? Oh-oh, oh-oh ?
? You're a rock and roll suicide ?
? You're too old to lose it ?
- _ - ? Too young to choose it... ?
_
This is an emergency news report
from the English League.
Raven forces have reached the London Free line...
Fuck.
... and are moving forward with tanks and artillery.
All able League soldiers and combatants
must rally to their assigned posts to defend the city.
I repeat, Raven...
- Where do you think you're going? - You heard that.
You're not a combatant, and you're due in a week.
Exactly. That's... that's seven whole days and nights from now.
Martha, I love you, but really, you can't.
Thomas, I love you, but really, I...
What?
I guess I can't.
My water just broke.
Oh, uh, right.
Well, excellent. Uh, uh, that solves that.
Um... Wow. Holy smokes.
Let's... let's get you over to the couch.
And...
And put your legs up and do some breathing.
All right, steady. Let's put your feet up.
Londoners, stand by.
Now remember some breathing, okay?
- Do not adjust your picture. - Just...
The New Raven Alliance has taken over all frequencies.
Hi, London.
Welcome to a bright new future.
The final battle is at hand.
General Thursday and Mrs. Gaunt say that today's the day.
London is going to be free.
You sons of bitches!
Pretty sure it's best to stay calm.
Please, Londoners, whilst the liberation work
- is in progress... - Motherfuckers!
- ... let's all of us stay safe... - Fuck! Fuck!
... and sensible and shelter at home,
- preferably in the basement. - I-I'm gonna call the midwife.
That's good advice, Keith.
And if you do see a Union Liberator at work,
just give 'em a wave and a smile.
They're good lads.
They certainly are.
Fire!
- Can't get through! - Fuck.
- Easy. - Piece of cake.
Careful out there, pet.
***
- Grenade! - Take cover!
- Fuck. - Shoot her!
Katie, get back.
Oh.
- Got it! - Die, Raven scum!
Push, Martha.
Push!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Good girl.
Bit more. Come on.
- Good girl. That's it. - Good job.
And breathe. And one more.
Traverse right!
Come on. Gimme, gimme, gimme!
Fire!
What do we do?
Fucked if I know.
If those bloody reinforcements don't come soon,
and lots of 'em, we're buggered.
One more time.
- I can see the head. - Okay.
Breathe with me. Breathe with me.
Well done. Well done.
Good job. Good job.
We're nearly there.
You're okay.
Keeping pushing, Martha.
Push!
Covering fire!
Fuck.
Colonel fucking Pennyworth. About bloody time.
Forgotten how to salute, have you?
Where's the reinforcements?
This is it.
Fire!
One lorry?
Fuck's sake. What's that gonna do?
I expect we'll manage.
How?
They think we're already beaten, don't they?
That's 'cause we fucking are.
- That's their first mistake. - Oh, aye?
And what's their second mistake?
They won't expect us to attack.
It's a girl.
Thank you.
Oh! Oh!
It's a bread van.
Bread van?!
Brothers and sisters, now, I think we should stroll over there
and give these dossers some stick.
- Who's up for it? - Yeah, yeah.
- All right. - Come on.
I can't hear you! I said, who's up for it?!
Right, do it.
I got a line of sight.
What is it?
I can't see it.
It's just a bread van.
Good luck.
Hey, make us a sandwich!
All right?
I feel like a bloody Christmas tree.
Nah, you look great.
- Don't he? - Aye, aye.
Anyone have a line of sight?
I haven't got anything.
Try and get close.
Forward!
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