03x03 - Comply or Die

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03x03 - Comply or Die

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[BELL DINGS]

- [AMBIENT TRAFFIC NOISE]
- [BACKGROUND CHATTER]

[HOT CHOCOLATE'S "YOU
SEXY THING" PLAYING]


- [BELL DINGS]
- Thanks for the ride!

- Morning, Henry.
- Dr. Fox.

♪ I believe in miracles ♪

SPEAKER: Good morning, Dr. Fox.

♪ Where you from you sexy thing? ♪

♪ Sexy thing, you ♪

♪ I believe in miracles ♪

[ECHOING] ♪ Since you came along ♪

♪ You sexy thing ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Where did you come from, baby? ♪

Hey, Celia.

- Lucius.
- How's everyone doing today?

- Well, Gully's in a mood.
- Hold the front page.

[CHUCKLES]

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

[CLICK, SOFT WHIR]

[STEADY TONE]

But I look like a welder.

We'll work on that.

♪ I believe in miracles ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Where you from ♪

♪ You sexy thing ♪

♪ You sexy thing, you ♪

♪ I believe in miracles ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Since you came along ♪

♪ You sexy thing ♪

♪ ♪

Hi, there.

Yeah.

'Scuse me.

Got to take a look at your servo-motors.

Make sure those suckers are still...

- a... o... kay.
- [WHIRRING, CLICKING]

[SIGHS]

So how's things?

[CLICKING, RATCHETING]

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.

Well, I suppose the answer's yes.

I've been in love.

Long time ago, mind you.

This [GRUNTS] here is...

[WHIRRING, CLICKING]

This is a place without love.

- You are loved by millions.
- [CHUCKLES]

- A national hero.
- Then why...

why do you keep down here
underground then, huh?

- You know why.
- Can't breathe down here.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

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

- I need some fresh air...
- [MACHINE WHIRRING]

What you're breathing right now...

cleanest air in the world, actually.

I built the A/C system myself.

No, you built a cage, Fox.
You built a... a f*cking cage.

I'm sick of it, and f*cking 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.
- No.

Gully. Gully! Gully, tell me
where you wanna go

and I'll clear it with the PM's office

and assemble a travel team.

I don't need a f*cking travel team.

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

You know regular folks
can get scared of you.

Well, f*ck 'em then. f*ck 'em.

Copy that, but unfortunately,

the eye scanner won't allow
anyone without access

up to the street.

[INTENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

SPEAKER: Goodbye, Dr. Fox.

At least tell me when you'll be back.

I'm not coming back.

♪ ♪

Fudge!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[ALARM RINGING]

[INHALES]

Ahh...

[CARS HONKING]

[SIREN WAILING]

Get out, get out!

[MAN YELPS]

[ADVENTUROUS MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[INTRIGUING NOTES]

Martha Kane for Prime Minister Aziz.

When's he back?

Okay.

Thanks.

[DOOR OPENS]

- 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, huh?

We'll meet you at the park later, okay?

- Be good for Mrs. P. Yeah?
- I will.

All right. Mm.

- You'd better.
- Bye, bye.

- Bye, Mummy, bye, Daddy.
- Careful on the steps, sweetheart.

Mrs. P, are we gonna do something fun?

[SOFT MUSIC]

♪ ♪

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

It was late.

I guess you... 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?

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 k*lled.

And 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 sh*t
and k*lled last night


after going on a second
blood-splattered k*lling 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 winner...
- Result.

Didn't even mention us.

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

Bravo, Mr. Aziz, for once.

Yeah.

You okay?

Been a long time since
I've k*lled a woman.

Hmm. Never pleasant.

Feels like I've done something wrong.

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

Ah.

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 she was
an evil hippie drug fiend

filled with hatred.

That's not bloody fair, is it?

Well, she did s*ab up several people.

Maybe we misjudged her.

That was the dr*gs 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 doesn't mind.

[PHONE RINGING]

What about her family, eh?
Hearing all that shite?

Oh, forget about it, mate.

Nobody believes what
they read in the papers.

Lucius Fox for you.

Tell him I'm not here.

I did. Says he knows you're
sitting in the bar with Daveboy.

I f*cking 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.

Stands to reason.

We need your help to bring him in.

Quickly and quietly.

Sorry. Had a bit of a long night.

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

- [ALARM BLARING]
- We know where he is.

You should be home in a few hours.

Easy money.

[SIGHS]

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

Jackpot's betting shop in Hackney, okay?

Yeah.

Gully's gone AWOL.

Gotta fetch him home.

How is Captain Blighty our problem?

He's not. It's just a job.

What about solving the Thistle case?

The Thistle case? Hmm.

- You discovered any clues, Miss Marple?
- Aye, f*cking boatloads.

- Yeah, like what?
- Well, all that stuff that Martha said

about the dr*gs and the
CIA covering their tracks

by k*lling the fake nanny...

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

Oh, f*ck off. It's a clue.

Yeah, a clue best left to MI .

I'm not f*cking about with the CIA,

not for half an unpaid invoice.

And what about justice?

And you call me soft?

Not for justice neither,

and certainly not with a good
paid collection job on the go.

Well... I'm not up for a job today.

I wasn't asking you.

Get some sleep. I'll call you later.

You... you want another?

Well, I'm here, aren't I?

Morning. Thought you'd be at work.

I told them I'd be late.

Thought I'd call that man
you recommended today.

See if he can round up
this missing employee.

Put all this behind us.

- I doubt Alfred can fix this now.
- [LIQUID POURING]

Why's that?

Martha knows about
Operation Lullaby State.

And the CIA.

And you.

- She's putting it all together.
- You told her?

She knew.

She's going to the prime minster
as soon as he gets back from Paris.

- Christ.
- Let's get ahead of this thing, Dad.

Let's go to the English government

- and tell them what we know.
- What?

They can help you track down
this guy. The, uh, the doctor.

You think the English government

is just gonna turn him over
to me once they have him?

Not a chance.

Has Martha told anyone else about this?

I doubt it. She reports
directly to Aziz.

Well, that's something, I guess.

What's going on, Dad?

- What are you not telling me?
- Nothing.

On your mother's grave,
I've told you everything.

Okay.

Then go to the authorities
before they come to you.

No.

- Not an option.
- Dad.

No.

Let me call the sh*ts, son.

Right now we need to be family.

I need to know that you're in my corner.

Uh-huh.

I'm in your corner.

Thanks. Means a lot.

Maybe one day that'll be a
corner office in Wayne Tower.

[AMBIENT BACKGROUND NOISE]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING, BUZZING]

- Hey.
- Morning, all.

- What's he carrying?
- He has a crate of whiskey.

Several hostages. And
two days' battery charge.

Whiskey? That's not good.

I'm sure you can talk him down.

He always speaks very highly of you.

Did he mention I f*cked his wife?

He does mention that.

But in a philosophical sort of way.

Mostly.

So you want me to go in there

for my regular fee

and extract a sad drunk with a death ray

who has every reason to despise me?

That's classy, Alfred.

Using your sordid love
life to gauge a pay rise.

If I was married to a billionaire,
I'd have much more class.

- Ha ha ha!
- Ouch.

Touché.

- Okay, give me a number.
- Double.

Go get him. Try to make it quick.

- Any ideas?
- Yes.

- His suit has a k*ll switch.
- I'm not gonna k*ll him.

No.

It's a small switch at the
base of the neck plate.

Press it, and you'll cut his power.

His g*ns'll go off line, and
he won't be able to move.

- But he'll be fine.
- Does he know about the switch?

'Fraid so.

Now, he'll be fine for
about five minutes.

Then we'll need to plug him in
to this baby for a recharge.

- Or else what?
- He'll die.

Oh, good to know.

- I'll get on with it then.
- Thank you.

I'll fire up the bio-charges.

[HELICOPTER BLADES THRUM DISTANTLY]

Martha.

[LUCIUS MURMURING TO HIMSELF]

When Thomas came to see me yesterday,

he had Samantha with him.

But my mum said she
was working yesterday.

Why would she say that?

I think she might be seeing a man.

I was wondering if she'd said anything.

Switch. Behind the neck.
Don't overthink it.

Can't risk any civilian casualties.

[ANNOUNCER ON TV IN BACKGROUND]

[GULLY MUTTERING TO HIMSELF]

Gully, it's Alfie.

- I'm coming in.
- Alfie.

Come on in, son.

Come and have a drink with me.

All right, Gull? Been awhile.

Yeah, someone fetch my old
friend here a bottle, will you?

[w*apon POWER UP HUM]

A drink for my friend.

[ANNOUNCER CONTINUES ON TV]

Thanks, mate.

[POWER DOWN HUM]

I, uh...

- I thought they might call you.
- Oh, yeah? Why's that?

Someone they thought that I could trust.

- Hmm.
- Someone who could get close.

You want me to turn around?

Make it easy for you?

When have you ever made
things easy for me, Gully?

[CHUCKLES]

So what's this all about then?

- Why'd you run off?
- [SIGHS] Ohh...

I'm a wretched bloody serf, aren't I?

Bound to my master's land

and the whims of a rotting nobility.

I wanted freedom.

I don't blame you for going doolally,
the way you have to live.

But on the bright side,
you're Captain Blighty.

People love you.

Yeah, that's what they
say, isn't it? Hah.

Not true though.

No, they... they're scared of me.

Of course they're scared,
the way you carry on.

I mean, look around.

[CHUCKLES]

But on the plus side,
there's a lot of love there.

When you're not being a c**t.

[LAUGHS]

Cheers.

You know, this man here,
he f*cked my wife.

Steady on. Water under the bridge, eh?

f*cked my wife.

And came this close to k*lling me

with a sharpened stick right here.

You know what?

He's the only friend I've got
in the whole bloody world.

Who said I'm your friend?

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

You are my friend.

Aren't you, Alfie?

Of course I am.

- [POWER UP HUM]
- Come any closer...

I'm gonna have to stick a very small
hole right through your temple.

[CHUCKLES]

Fair play.

[SOFT ORGAN MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Ahh.

Sorry. Where are my manners?

Please yourself.

What about you, miss?

No, thank you.

- You wouldn't be a Thistle?
- No.

You point them out to me?

Ah.

- Thank you. Noted.
- You don't know the Thistles?

No.

So why are you here?

- I'm here for Jessica.
- You knew Jessica?

I did.

What a terrible, horrible tragedy.

It's horrible.

It's not my fault.

I had no choice.

I'm sorry?

No, I'm sorry. I'm, uh, raving and...

A wee bit under the weather.

All rise.

What do you know about pharmacology?

A little. Why?

Do you think a drug could
make someone k*ll?

For someone who didn't want to?

Sure. I guess it's possible.

But I've never heard
of anything like that.

- What does Thomas say?
- Thomas?

Oh.

You know doctors. Too much jargon.

Couldn't understand
half of what he said.

That's doctors for you.

- No offense.
- None taken.

I have to meet Sam and Mrs. P.

But, um, you can handle
it from here, right?

Sure. Alfie'll come through.

- Always does.
- I'll check in with you later.

Lucius, do not get married.

You ever thought of children, Alfie?

- Thought of them?
- Mm.

Yeah. Not much, but I
have thought of them.

I always wanted children.

A proper family, you know?

You're not a domestic animal, Gully.

- Oh?
- There's no shame in that.

Homes and gardens, settees and doilies.

Not your purview.

Well... [LAUGHS] that's you talking.

I daresay.

No. You know, Melanie didn't love me.

That was the problem.

I couldn't make her love me.

That was a long time ago, eh?

- Best look to the future.
- She loved you though.

A passing infatuation.

What was it that she saw in you

that... that she didn't see in me?

Gully, that was a long time ago.

Oh, come on.

Come on. Tell me.

All right.

I didn't get drunk all the time.

I didn't b*at her.

[DARK MUSIC]

Oh.

Mm. [SNIFFS]

Good to know.

Is that what this is all about?

- Melanie?
- I miss her.

Oh.

In fact, when I finish this bottle,

I'm gonna watch the
two ten at Catterick.

And then I'm gonna commandeer
myself a big, bloody ship,

go to America, and find her.

[ANNOUNCER CONTINUES ON TV]

You once told me that a
good soldier faces facts.

Yeah.

Well, face the facts, Gully.

The government aren't
letting you go to America.

You're a valuable bit of kit.
A national asset.

They'd sink your bloody ship
before they let the Yanks

or anyone else have you.

I can't carry on like this, I...

I got to escape somehow.

Yeah, fair play. I don't blame ya.

Why don't we go back to Fox's place?

Give yourself a while to come up
with a better plan than this lark.

- [CHEERING ON TV]
- Yeah.

Oh, f*ck. Banville Lady.
At to , I had her!

I'd be f*cking minted. Minted.

- If not for Captain Assface.
- Oi.

- Show some respect.
- What did you call me, sir?

You're an assface car battery.

- Bollocks.
- Watch it.

- [w*apon POWERING UP]
- How dare you.

Oh... ooh...

[POWER DOWN HUM]

- Oof.
- Good riddance.

Had to be done.

I'm beginning to suspect

that you're not quite as good a friend

- as I thought you w...
- [VOICE SLOWING DOWN]

Sorry, Gull.

Come on, then.

Hang on a sec. Where you going?

f*ck's sake, mate.
First you want him out.

Now you want him to stay. Which is it?

He cost me a sure thing.

- Now he can pay us back.
- How's that?

Well, that suit must be
worth some serious dosh.

- Leave it, and you can go.
- Oh, give over.

This is Captain bloody
Blighty. National hero.

He's having a bad day. We all have them.

- f*ck him.
- Shame on you.

Where's your patriotism?

- Where's your compassion?
- Right here.

All right, calm down, lads.

Thank you...

augh!

Ah!

[COUGHING]

[CLATTERING, YELLING]

[OVERLAPPING YELLING]

Okay. I need a... a...

[SHOUTING, GRUNTING]

Easy, mate.

- No need for that.
- No need? No need?

to !

Bloody horses are a
mug's game, aren't they?

One day you're up, the next you're down.

Premium Bonds is the thing...

[DOOR THUDS OPENS]

- Ah!
- [BANG]

[WRENCH CLATTERS]

Close your mouth. Come on.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[CHILDREN CHATTERING, LAUGHTER]

[BACKGROUND CHATTER]

- Pretty high!
- [GIGGLING] Mrs. P!

Mrs. P, did you tell Alfie you
were working yesterday?

That boy doesn't know
when to let things lie.

Yes, I did.

- That's what I told him.
- Okay.

It was a lie.

Okay.

I was seeing a man.

Wow.

Tell me everything.

No, I mean, if you want to.
Only if you want to.

I won't pry.

Actually, I will pry. But you
can tell me to shut up.

I know how it is to have a secret life.

Have to have something
for yourself, right?

Mm-hmm.

I, uh...

There was an advertisement in the paper.

The Lonely Hearts?

My God, that's so brave.

I wish they wouldn't call it that.

"Lonely Hearts." It sounds so sad.

No, it doesn't.

You're taking action.

Taking control of your own life.

So how was it? Who'd you meet?

You won't tell anyone, will you?

No, Mary, no. Of course not.

We met at nice tea rooms.

Good cakes. Adequate tea.

The gentleman seemed amiable enough.

Till, bold as brass,

he said "carpe diem."

- What does that mean?
- Mm, well, you may well ask.

You're too well brought up,
Martha, so you wouldn't know.

It means, "What about a
bit of how's your father?"

Whose father? I don't understand.

He asked me to go to a hotel with him

[WHISPERING] and have S-E-X.

[BOTH WHEEZING]

- Okay.
- [LAUGHS]

- Did you?
- Stop it!

Of course, I didn't.

You didn't? You swear? Come on.

No! I swear.

Would never do that.

- Did you want to?
- No.

Not even a little bit?

Well...

- Maybe a little bit.
- I knew it.

Out of curiosity.

You know, more than lust.

I've only ever been with one man.

I always wondered if it was different

with different men.

Uh, yes. You bet it is.

I suspected as much.

Mary, don't let one bad date stop you.

You deserve to be happy.

Mummy, Mummy, I'm going on the slide!

Things were so much simpler

- back when I met Alfie's father.
- Mummy, look!

- How long were you two married?
- years.

What's the secret?

- Hm.
- Look, Mummy!

Respect.

You're husband and wife,
for better or worse.

Everything else is just
what passes the time.

I'll go get her stuff packed up.

- Mrs. Wayne.
- Yes?

My name is Dr. Robert Glubb.

We need to talk.

Not here.

There's a pub in the East End
called the Queen Anne's Revenge.

Meet me there in half an hour.

[EDGY MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[POWER UP HUMMING]

Is he okay?

I need to run a full
diagnostic to be sure,

but yeah, I think we got him
plugged in just in time.

He wants to go to America.

- To find Melanie.
- Oh, wow.

- Good.
- Good? How?

He's never going. Aziz'd never allow it.

And even if he did, I mean,
look at the state of him.

Can hear you.

Sorry, Gull.

[POWER WHINING]

Didn't mean anything by it.

Don't be.

It's true. Look at me. I'm not a man.

I'm a household appliance.

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[ENGINE RUNNING]

[ROCK MUSIC IN BACKGROUND]

♪ ♪

I'm listening.

Tell Aziz he can have me and the
lullaby drug for the right price.

Well, first I need to know
you are who you say you are.

[SCOFFS]

- I'm Dr. Glubb all right.
- Convince me.

I used to work for your father-in-law.

I developed a completely new and
extremely effective class of drug.

Psycho-kinetics.

Now I want to sell my expertise
on the open market,

Wayne Enterprises and the
CIA are out to k*ll me, okay?

I'm Dr. Glubb.

[BACKGROUND CHATTER]

No one else wants to be me.

You k*lled that CIA officer?

I regret that. It's unavoidable.

I had to get away from him.

Okay. Let's assume you're Glubb.

So why are you coming to us now?

My original buyer was
m*rder*d to stop the deal.

There's not many other
buyers who can afford me.

That original buyer would
be Sir Arnulf Thistle?

Yes.

Are you interested or not?

What's the right price?

I need $ million a year,
a secure laboratory,

and full protection.

- You don't come cheap.
- I'm worth it. Trust me.

I'll talk to the Prime Minister.

- I'll be in touch.
- Wait.

Tell me about Patrick Wayne.

What part does he have in all this?

- We don't have time.
- Talk fast.

Wayne's not the one you
have to worry about.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Go, go, go, go.

- [DOOR SLAMS]
- Go!

[BEEPING]

Change of plan. We gotta clean up.

Okay, ma'am. We don't have clearance.

No, I don't need clear it with anyone.

This is my op.

- Just do it.
- Yes, ma'am.

"I hold it true whate'er befall.
I feel it when I sorrow most.

"'Tis better to have loved and lost

then never to have loved at all."

Thank you, Lady Catherine.

I believe that's the
last of our eulogies...

Excuse me. [AHEM]

Sorry to interrupt, Padre, but, uh...

- do you mind if I say a quick word?
- It's not really the moment.

I'll be just a sec.

- This won't take a sec.
- [CROWD MUTTERING]

I didn't really know these two.

But wherever they are, I'm sure
they're probably better off.

The f*cking world being what
it is these f*cking days, eh?

I knew their daughter Jessica.

Not very well. I only met her yesterday.

But we had a good chat.

And I know that she is not the monster

that everybody's saying that she is.

She deserved far better
than what she got.

She was going after my mate, yeah.

So I had no choice.

[PEOPLE WHISPERING]

I had to sh**t her.

[COMMOTION]

I... she didn't suffer. Hey?

It was a good blot. Dead
before she hit the ground.

No way she felt a thing.

So silver linings and all that, hey?

There are worse ways to go, believe me.

I'd say being eaten alive
is probably the worse.

- Uh...
- [CHUCKLES]

I was... I was out on patrol one day.
This is way back east.

And someone said, "Watch out
for the f*cking crocodiles."

[LAUGHS] We thought that
was f*cking hilarious.

f*cking crocodiles?

And then, what do you
know? It f*cking...

That's enough. You need to leave.

- I'm telling a f*cking story here, pal.
- Let's go.

I'm not f*cking finished, am I?

- Hey!
- Vicar!

- Hey!
- ALL: [GASP]

You need to leave now.

I'll f*cking leave when
I'm ready to f*cking leave!

You... f*ck!

Martha?

Samantha?

Anyone home?

Just us, I'm afraid.

Mind pouring one of those for me?

And don't be shy.

Sure.

Uh, where's my father?

No idea. When I left this morning,

he seemed very worried about something.

Did he?

You wouldn't happen to know
what he was worried about?

Nope.

You're a bad liar.

Especially for a Wayne.

Uh, well, I assure you,
I'm... I'm not lying.

Mm-hmm.

How are you and Martha?

Excuse me?

Your father and I staying
here is a nuisance, I know.

I'd hate to think I was the
cause of a marital rift.

No, uh, no rift.

We're, uh, we're great.
Better than ever.

Hmm.

I'm so glad to hear it.

Hmm.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Well, uh, Martha and Samantha
will be home soon.

So I should, um... I should
make a start on dinner.

Doesn't your housekeeper do that?

Oh, it's her night off.

Are you good?

In the kitchen?

Uh, I try.

Need a hand?

[SWALLOWS] Mm-mm.

No. I'm good.

[THUD]

Hmm.

Oh, my God.

Quiet.

I can't let you do this.

- We don't have time for this.
- I'm serious. No more.

- This is going too far. I...
- Patrick, go to your room.

- You can't do this. I'm the...
- Go to your room.

That was the best funeral
I have ever been to.

Ah.

You oughta see me at weddings.

You just ripped away the whole
silly bourgeois façade of it all.

Well, I'll pay for any damages.

You were fabulous.

Do you need to go to hospital?

Hey, no. Soft gits. Couldn't hurt a fly.

- I've had worse, believe me.
- Oh, I do.

Sally Prufrock. Pleasure.

Wallace MacDougal.

- My friends call me Daveboy.
- Why?

- Why?
- Why do they call you Daveboy?

I've never asked.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, you're very funny, Mr. Daveboy.

Would you like to go
for a drink with me?

- Can I ask you a question?
- Of course.

When I said that Gully
wanted to go to America

to find Melanie,

you said you thought that was good. Why?

It's a reason to live, however hopeless.

A reason to live?

It's a bit melodramatic,
don't you think?

You saw him today. What do you think?

I think that Gully Troy's too
much of an arrogant prick

to go quietly.

Always has been.

That's what made him
such a good officer.

- Strange.
- What's that?

I wouldn't have thought
to classify arrogance

as a characteristic of
good m*llitary leadership.

Trust me.

It's the only f*cking characteristic.

You have to believe that
you're somehow special.

That the rules of life and
death don't apply to you.

That was Gully f*cking Troy.

And if you served under
him, that was you too.

I'm not sure how much
of that Gully's left.

Mm, people don't change.

Maybe that's the problem.

He didn't change when he had the chance.

Now it's too late, and he knows that.

Blimey.

You're a real ray of f*cking sunshine.

Sorry.

Polite conversation's never
been my strong suit.

Mm.

I should go back, check on Gully.

Thanks for the beer, Alfie.

[SOFT MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[MOTT THE HOOPLE'S "ALL THE
WAY FROM MEMPHIS" PLAYING]


♪ ♪

- Yeah?
- Sandra here?

She's not taking visitors.

♪ ♪

Bloody parasites.

♪ Forgot my six-string razor ♪

[RECORD SCRATCHES]

Party's over. Everyone out.

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm the man giving you a choice.

Out a door, out a f*cking window.
Makes no difference to me.

- Hey, there's no reason to be so...
- Shut it!

Oh, there's a privet hedge.
You'll be all right.

Out!

[GUESTS MUTTERING]

And you lot, out!

All right, all right.

[LOW CHATTER]

[WHISPERS] Hey.

Alfie?

What are you doing here?

I was in the area. Got peckish.

Thought I'd see if you
could do us a sandwich.

[SOFT MUSIC]

No. No sandwiches.

Never mind.

I expect there's biscuits at least.

Are you all right?

No, I'm not.

Are you really here for a sandwich?

No.

Yes.

Tell him to call me as soon as he lands.

Thanks.

Samantha's all tucked in.

She's fast asleep already.

Thank you.

Do you know where Thomas is?

[DOOR OPENS]

- Good even, Thomas.
- Oh, hey, Mrs. P.

Where have you been?

Well, my father and Virginia
are out for the night,

and so I thought I'd
pick up dinner for two.

I got the Sole with the lemon butter

from Mirabelle's that you like.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I'll heat it up and open the wine now.

Okay.

What?

Have a lovely evening.

Thanks.

- This is really...
- So, I was...

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

- Um, after you.
- No, after you.

Uh, well, I was... I was
just thinking that, um...

we need to take a step
back from all this drama

and remember the important stuff.

That's funny.

I was thinking the exact same thing.

Which is that we love each other.

And we have a beautiful daughter.

- And nothing else matters.
- Exactly.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I'll never do that again.

Yeah, well.

I'm sorry that I was judgmental
and self-righteous.

[PHONE RINGS]

I'll go.

[PHONE RINGING]

Wayne Residence. Thomas speaking.

♪ I hear you whispering ♪

♪ But nobody is there ♪

♪ My eyes are still lingering ♪

♪ On your empty chair ♪

♪ My darling... ♪

Is everything okay?

[SONG CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND]

Thomas?

What's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Obviously something is.

Who was that on the phone?

I can't tell you.

- Why not?
- I don't trust you.

Come on.

I thought we just now agreed
to get past all this.

Easy for you to say.

What's that supposed to mean?

Look at us.

We're both prisoners.

We're both of us guilty.

Thomas? There's no need to exaggerate.

[BREATHING HARD]

- [GASPS]
- [GRUNTS]

- What are you doing?
- I'm sorry. No choice.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[INTENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[GASPS]

[GASPS]

Thomas!

Thomas.

[SILENTLY] Please don't do this. Thomas.

I'll see you in hell.

[THUD]

Oh, my God.

Hang on, Martha. Hang on!

♪ I gave you... ♪

[LINE RINGING]

Yes, I need an ambulance
now at Edith Row.

[PANTING]

And send the police as well.

[ADVENTUROUS MUSIC]

♪ ♪
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