I hear you whispering ♪
But nobody's there ♪
My eyes are still looking ♪
I'm sorry.
Thomas, don't do this.
See you in hell.
Drop the g*n.
- It's okay, Martha
- Don't move.
I was just turning around
Put the g*n down first, Thomas.
I mean it.
Put it down, now.
Jesus, Martha, relax.
What the f*ck are you doing?
I had a bad dream.
Okay.
Well, next time, wake
me up and let me know.
Because I nearly sh*t you, Thomas.
It's a great marriage we got going, huh?
Yeah.
We have to find a way past this.
It's been a month.
Any ideas?
Well
you can stop acting like
you're scared of me.
I'm not acting scared of you.
I am scared of you.
Well, all I can do is keep
telling you that I'm sorry
and that I will never,
ever, hurt you again.
It wasn't me who att*cked you.
- It wasn't me.
- I know.
But it was you that chose
your father over me.
- At least that's how it feels.
- I didn't!
I made a mistake.
He's my father. I trusted him.
- And you lied to me.
- Oh, my God, here we go again.
Yes, here we go again,
because it was those lies
- that started this
- No, enough, Thomas!
Need to go to sleep.
Martha, I'm sorry. I
Yeah. Me too.
Make sure you put that g*n away.
Where are you off to, looking like that?
What's wrong with the way I look?
Nothing, you look nice, is all.
Then just say that.
- I'm meeting someone.
- Who?
Do I ask who you're meeting
every time you walk out the door?
As a matter of fact, you do, yeah.
And you rarely tell me,
which is probably a
blessing, truth be told.
If you must know,
I'm meeting Roger, and I
don't want to hear about it.
That bloke who legged it
out of here last month?
- He did no such thing.
- Like a rabbit.
Can you blame him if he did?
Most people aren't used
to your shenanigans.
Well, he just didn't seem to
have much of a constitution,
is all I'm saying.
And you have to admit, it's pretty
poor form he made you wait so long
before ringing you again.
He didn't ring me. I rang him.
You rang him?
And why not?
Times are changing.
A woman can ring a man
without the world coming to an end.
I was only asking.
And you can see who you like, obviously.
Well, thank you very much.
By the way, while you were
having a nice long kip,
the Prime Minister's Office called.
They want to see you
as soon as possible.
Really? He say what about?
- No, and I didn't ask.
- Why not?
Because I'm not you're
bleedin' secretary.
Mm.
Is everything all right?
You're not mixed up
with anything, are you?
Not that I know of.
Business has been a bit slow as of late.
Would be nice if he was
calling about a job.
Oh.
I'm sure it will work itself out.
I'm off.
There's bread for toast
if you're hungry.
Mum.
You look lovely.
Thank you, Alfie.
Hm.
Good afternoon, young lady.
What seems to be the problem?
Oh, no problem.
Hello, Mrs. G.
Well, I'll be damned.
Mai Lin, thank you.
Come, come.
Well, Bet Sykes.
How are you, my dear?
Well enough.
- You?
- Oh, I'm in fine fettle.
I rather thought you'd be dead by now,
given the way that you carry on.
Never better, me.
I heard about the former
Ravens being m*rder*d.
- That was you, I suppose.
- m*rder*d? No.
Put down, I call it.
Well, how on Earth did
you track them down?
Well, how did you track
me down, for that matter?
A little something I
took from Miss Vixen.
I see.
And this is her baby, is it?
Julie.
Sweet, isn't she?
Yes, she is.
Oh, Bet. Really?
Never you mind her.
We've business to discuss.
I can't possibly see what business
we might have at this point.
John Salt, of course.
I need to know where he is.
I'm afraid I can't tell you that.
Can't or won't?
Won't, to be more precise.
I know where he is,
and I won't tell you.
You'll tell us, or I'll sh**t you.
- Don't think I won't.
- I do think you won't.
How's that, then?
You're not a monster, Bet. You're
just a misguided young woman,
but not a monster.
Now, would you like a cup of tea?
Go on, then.
Proper tea, mind.
None of that Earl Grey rubbish.
All right.
Ah, Mr. Prime Minister.
- Alfred.
- Busy around here.
The summit starts next week,
but Commonwealth leaders
have already begun to arrive,
so I'm quite pressed for time.
Well, I've got quite a
busy schedule myself,
but I was glad you called.
Thought you might still be cross with me
for breaking Thomas
Wayne out of the Tower.
Not that I'm saying I did.
Papers say all sorts, don't they?
I should have you arrested.
No doubt you'll be back
behind bars at some point,
but until then, your
services can be useful.
Fair play. What kind of services
did you have in mind?
What do you know about the
island nation of Kalpoor?
Not much.
Used to be a colony of ours, didn't it?
Yeah. Well, after gaining their
independence ten years ago,
their government has
faced intense opposition
from a radical separatist group
known as the Kalpoor Freedom Party,
which controls several districts
in the southern end of the island.
They're led by a woman named Zahra Khin,
who arrived in London yesterday.
She's here for the summit?
Not officially, no.
Miss Khin is considered
a political dissident
and enemy combatant of the
recognized government of Kalpoor,
which is why my office
cannot be involved
with what I need you to do.
But all due respect, Prime Minister,
I'm not in the business of
eliminating political dissidents.
Neither is the British government.
Miss Khin is here to speak
with the president of Kalpoor
in hopes a truce can be arranged.
I need somebody outside
official channels
to look after her during her stay.
Happy to help.
Foreign diplomats is extra, of course.
Of course.
My father was a man of the people.
And the people of Kalpoor have
been abandoned by a government
that claims independence
whilst allowing the yoke
of British colonialism
to remain around our necks in
order to line their own pockets.
I see we're off to a passionate start.
Prime Minister.
These talks are a waste of time,
as I told you they would be.
Miss Khin's only goal is to
destabilize my country
- It's not your country.
- and overthrow my government.
This meeting is over.
She's no different than her father.
Thank you, Mr. President.
Such a lovely compliment.
I thought we were here to find
common ground, Miss Khin.
Oh, one doesn't find common ground
with a python, Prime Minister.
Only a lack of air.
May I introduce Mr. Alfred Pennyworth,
a private security consultant
I thought could act as a guide
while you're in London.
Pleased to meet you, madam.
Do I look like I'm here to see
Big Ben and Trafalgar Square?
You should.
The fountains and the bronze reliefs
were made from French cannon.
- They're quite beautiful.
- Prime Minister.
While on British soil,
your safety is my responsibility.
Her safety is my responsibility, sir.
And I don't need help from a
British security consultant
who is, no doubt, reporting back to you.
Mr. Win is right.
If you want someone to spy on me,
you're gonna have to
try harder than that.
Well, I guess that's that, then.
Miss Khin's views on the
matter are irrelevant.
- Follow her.
- Spy on her?
Watch out for her.
The eyes of the world are
on us during the summit,
and I can't have any surprises.
Any questions?
Protection is one price. Spying's extra.
Of course.
I'll get it.
Thanks, Gladys.
Oh, hello.
Hello.
Guess who's back.
- Ah, Patricia.
- Thomas.
Hi.
- Hello, Martha.
- Hi.
When did you get into town?
Just now, I would have called,
but thought I'd surprise you.
Yeah, uh. It worked!
How are you guys?
- It feels like it's been forever.
- We're good, yeah.
Thomas?
Yeah. Yes, we are.
We're good!
What are you doing here?
Uh in London, I mean.
I am in town for the new
Francis Fuchs art installation.
Oh.
Lovely.
You have no idea who
Francis Fuchs is, do you?
Of course you don't.
You have busy lives and
a daughter to raise.
Where is my niece, anyhow?
I brought her a great present.
Her ears are pierced, right?
Oh, no.
Oh. Well, I could pierce them for her.
Oh, no, no, no.
So, um where are you staying?
Well, here, of course. Where else?
Hm.
I have to admit, I was somewhat
surprised you called me, Mary.
Well, you didn't leave me much choice.
I waited for a month,
and when you didn't ring,
I thought you must have been scared off.
I was a little worried. I'm sorry.
Don't be.
It's why I wanted to talk to you today.
Try and explain things.
I appreciate that.
While I'm sure there's an explanation
for most of what I saw,
I just don't know if I'm the kind
of chap you're looking for.
Are you sure we don't have
that the wrong way around?
Just think we might be chalk and cheese.
Maybe we are. Maybe we aren't.
Life's short. Why not find out?
Anyway, if you don't think
it's worth giving it a go,
no harm done, and I wish
you the best of luck.
Wait.
Don't go.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe.
Well, be still my b*ating heart.
I'd love to keep talking with you, Mary.
If that's all right?
Yeah.
Boy, pay attention.
Sorry.
Since when do you read books?
Sally gave it to me. It's about art.
- Good, is it?
- I couldn't tell you.
Can't understand much.
So why you reading it, then?
I'm thinking she's gonna
be asking questions.
What, she gives you homework?
Ha-ha.
Stop, please.
Hang about.
- Get down!
- Arjun!
Arjun!
Take cover!
f*ck!
It's all right. Look at me.
She's got guts.
I'll grab her and meet
you back at the pub.
Stay with me!
It's okay.
He's gone.
Well, come on, then. Come on.
Let's go.
How long has it been since
you've had a good night's sleep?
Babies are right nuisances, aren't they?
Yes.
Why won't you tell us where Salt is?
Because he's not worth
the trouble or the danger.
That's my business. What do you care?
I care about you, Bet.
You saved my life,
and in a dispassionate,
Christian sort of way,
one might say I love you.
- Get out.
- I don't want to see you get hurt.
Well, that's very nice,
I'm sure, but I'll not stop
just because you've
got a soft spot for us.
I'll keep looking for
Salt no matter what.
You could save us a lot of
bother, though. That's all.
I'll tell you what.
I'll give you John Salt
if you give me Julie.
- What?
- Salt for Julie.
You cannot take her around,
k*lling people willy-nilly.
What sort of upbringing is that?
I can give her a good
and safe home, and you?
Well, you can have your vengeance.
Why not? You said yourself
she's a right nuisance.
She's a f*cking nightmare, but
- But?
- No.
No, I won't give her up.
Why not? You know it makes sense.
Because. That's why, because.
Because you love her.
And you can see a future
for yourself as her mother,
more important than vengeance,
better than hatred and bloodlust.
All right.
I admit it.
I love her.
But that's not why I'm keeping her.
I won't give her up
because I'm stubborn,
and I won't let the likes of you
tell me right from wrong.
You wouldn't know the first thing
about hatred and bloodlust.
I know.
I know in here.
- Bet, my dear
- I am what I am.
And I'll keep Julie, and
I'll keep spilling blood
until I find Salt and k*ll him.
And that's that.
Thanks for the tea.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Here.
- What's this?
- A lesser of two evils.
- Eh?
- Salt's whereabouts.
I can't make head nor tail of it.
You call that writing?
Here you are.
- You're all right, Mrs. G.
- Now, be very careful.
And let this be the last one, please.
No more bloodshed.
Promise.
Hear that, Julie? Job on.
All right, come on.
This way.
Right.
How are you, then, okay?
I'm fine. It's not the first time a
government has tried to k*ll me.
How do you know it was them?
It's neither mine nor yours,
not that it matters.
I need to go to my hotel.
No, that's not a good idea.
Those men knew where
you were going to be.
Someone's giving them
your private schedule.
- Now, come on.
- If you're not taking me to my hotel,
where are you taking me?
Well, there's strong public support
for isolating the PWEs
from the general population
as a protective measure,
to ensure their safety, and ours.
Well, let's get some reaction from
A public house?
- This is your safe place?
- Trust me.
This particular pub is one of
the safest places in London.
This way.
Afternoon, Chadley.
Zahra Khin, Mr. Chadley,
one of my associates.
- A pleasure, madam.
- Call whoever you need.
Just don't tell anyone you're here.
Thank you.
Privacy, please.
The PM's office is ringing
every ten minutes,
asking for you.
Who's the lady?
Rebel leader, sort of thing.
In town for the summit.
- Take special care.
- Eh?
- Special care.
- What do you mean?
She's trouble.
Isn't she, though?
So how long do you think
you'll be staying with us?
I don't know. Why?
No reason. Just, um
Well, with what with
work and Samantha,
things can get a little
hectic around here.
You don't want me to stay with you?
No.
It's not that we don't want you to stay.
Yeah. We just we just know
that you value your own space.
What's going on?
- Are you guys fighting?
- No.
- Why would you say that?
- Yeah, we're not fighting,
and even if we were, it'd
be none of your concern.
Whatever. Dad said you were
acting weird, and he was right.
Weird?
- Dad said I was acting weird?
- Something like that.
You know I don't listen
very closely to him.
Son of a bitch.
Why? Did he do something wrong?
What?
Did he not give you enough hugs?
You've always been so sensitive
- when it comes to that.
- Okay, drop it, Pat.
Well, at least he made the effort
flying over here to see you.
He barely acknowledges that I'm alive.
You want to know what happened?
- What he did? I'll tell
- Thomas.
He gave me an experimental
mind control drug
that he developed with the CIA
so that I would k*ll Martha
in order to save his skin.
Whoa! Okay, that's not cool.
So please don't mention him again.
You don't have to be so melodramatic.
He tried to make me k*ll my own wife!
But you didn't, did you?
She's sitting right there.
All's well that ends well, right?
I guess she has a point.
So you're a real doctor now, huh?
I'm so proud of you.
You can write prescriptions? Huh?
Seriously, can you?
The prime minister wants me
to escort you to Whitehall
to discuss your official
protection detail.
- Does he now?
- He does.
For your safety.
This isn't about my safety.
It's about bad press during
his precious little summit.
That don't change the fact
your life's in danger.
My life has been in danger since
the day I took over from my father.
He gave his life for his country.
I'm willing to do the same.
Yeah, but willing and eager
are two different things.
Anyway, come on. We should go.
I'm not going to Whitehall until
I find out who the traitor is.
Well, how are you
planning on doing that?
Simple enough. I told
my people where I am.
I told you not to do that.
I know. That's what gave me the idea.
If there is a traitor,
they'll want to finish the job.
- Yeah.
- So I've given them a chance to do that.
We have the advantage.
- We know they're coming.
- We?
My head of security
will be here any minute.
Smashing.
Is Plumstead nice?
Our flat is
Sorry, my flat is near the common.
Good birdwatching.
I still say "our" and "we" a lot.
I'm trying to get better at that.
My Arthur's been gone for five years,
and I still find myself
talking to his photograph.
I could barely get a word
in when we were married.
Silver lining, I suppose.
When my wife ran off,
I told myself it was no one's fault,
that we just weren't
right for each other.
But the truth is, she
wanted more out of life,
and for some reason, I didn't.
But you know what?
Now I do.
I want more, Mary.
Would you give me another chance?
I'm not sure you're up
for an interesting life.
Try me. I'll show you.
How's your dancing?
Where's Zahra Khin?!
Bring her out, or we start sh**ting!
All this fuss and only two of you?
- I'm not f*cking about!
- I'm afraid you are.
Drop your g*ns and take
off those f*cking masks.
Hey, Alfie.
f*ck's sake. Gary.
- You know this is my pub?
- Sorry, Alfie.
It's just a job. You know it goes.
Yeah. How's your mum?
Not bad. Her arthritis
has been acting up.
You gonna k*ll us?
Nah. We'll have a pint,
see what you can tell us.
No.
- These men need to die.
- Easy, mate, lower your g*n.
I don't take orders from you.
All right, Miss Khin,
please tell your man
to lower his w*apon.
My driver's dead because of them.
He had children, a family.
Yeah, look, I understand, but this
is my bar, so I make the rules.
- So they just get away with it?
- No.
But they might be able to
tell us who betrayed you.
I already know.
I knew the minute they showed up.
- I am so disappointed in you, Win.
- What?
No! These people have been
filling your head with lies.
I will k*ll them all where they stand.
Stop!
You were the only person
I gave this location to.
I didn't want to believe it.
But somehow I just knew.
Why did you do this?
How could you betray
what we believed in?
What my father believed in?
Answer me!
Because I can't feed
my family with belief.
It has been ten years,
and nothing has changed.
They deserve more from me.
So did I.
Who put you up to this?
I said I was not to be disturbed!
Oh, my God.
You were a prisoner in
the Tower of London?
That's crazy.
Yes, it is.
Okay.
I guess Dad is, like,
totally beyond not cool.
No wonder you're mad at him.
So what are you gonna do?
What can I do?
I don't know. You're asking my advice?
You're the smart one.
Right.
That's me.
I've allowed this thing
to tear my family apart.
What kind of a man lets
his own father do this
without any consequences?
You, apparently.
Rhetorical question, Pat, but thanks.
I'm here for you, brother.
I don't know what to do, Pat.
I don't know.
Oh, well. There's my ride.
I'm sure you'll figure it out.
You always do.
I thought you said this
was a new art exhibit.
It is.
Where the f*ck's the art?
Here he is.
My friends.
We live in the moment of history
in which the commodity of art
threatens to complete its
colonization of social life,
in which we have gone
from being into having,
and having into merely appearing,
until we become the commodity itself.
Which is why, I tonight
I give you not art,
not simulation,
not a representation of reality,
but reality itself.
And wet.
Wait here.
Clear.
I've posted men on the
corners and the entrances.
You keep these closed.
I'll be in the lobby
if you need anything.
I'm sure I'll be fine.
No reason for you to spend
all night in the lobby.
Just a precaution. No plans, anyhow.
I'm gonna drink now.
Perhaps you care to join?
Thank you, miss.
Rules are simple.
Every card in the deck has
a pair, except for one,
the dirty queen, which is cursed.
I know how she feels.
We take her out of the deck
and then deal the rest of the cards.
Then discard any pairs you have,
and the cards you have
left is your hand.
Okay. And then?
Then we start drawing
from each other's hands,
and whoever's left with
the dirty queen loses.
I think I can follow that.
Thanks for sticking around.
Want to make sure there's no blowback
from the care package we dropped off
at your president's hotel.
Yeah.
I know that kind of betrayal is tough,
but you shouldn't let it get to you.
Shouldn't I?
Everyone has a price.
It's the way of the world.
I don't have a price.
My father didn't have a price.
Just because men like Win and you do
doesn't make it right.
I charge for my services,
but my honor isn't for sale.
For rent, maybe, but not for sale.
You said everyone's got a price.
Maybe no one's found yours yet.
Possibly. It's over a
million quid, anyhow.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
Someone offered me a million quid
to do something naughty,
and I walked away.
You walked away from a million pounds?
Yeah.
Can we change the subject?
What did they want you to do?
Break someone out of
prison, which I did,
and put them on a plane,
which I didn't.
Why not?
- They didn't want to go.
- That's it?
Most decisions aren't complicated.
Just comes down to
what you can live with.
Who you want to see when
you look in the mirror.
And what do you see?
An idiot who walked away
from a million quid.
What did you think of the show?
I think I'm covered in paint.
- I'm serious.
- So am I.
This was an expensive jacket.
f*ck. Wanted to chin the man.
You don't understand social commentary.
Obviously, I don't, no.
I care about this stuff, Daveboy.
I want you to care about it as well.
Well, I'm here, aren't I? I'm trying.
What if there was something you
could take to expand your mind,
get in touch with your inner artist?
I've seen all the hippies
dancing about on LSD.
- I don't think that's for me.
- This is something new.
Francis told me about it.
It connects people in a
profound and spiritual level,
like sharing a dream.
Last dream I had, I was naked as a baby,
driving a double-decker bus
'round and 'round Trafalgar Square.
What do you say?
You wanna share a dream with me tonight?
f*ck it.
Why not?
Cheers.
Good Lord.
Forgive me, Doctor. I couldn't resist.
You looked so delightfully nervous.
Mr. Fuchs, I would never
have agreed to help you
if I'd known it was your intention
to use Lullaby in this manner.
And what manner is that?
Lullaby was designed
as a mind control drug,
to strip away an individual's defenses
and provide a blank canvas,
but we have to then give
a structure, a blueprint.
- Or what?
- That's just it.
Who knows what a completely
unfettered psyche
might dream up on its own?
- Could be anything.
- Yes, and isn't that wonderful?
But
You see a blank canvas, Doctor,
and think anarchy.
I see one and think freedom.
How many did you give it to?
Just a small dose to
a few special souls.
Don't worry. This is only the beginning.
The beginning of what?
And why the mask?
What are you planning?
You'll see, Doctor.
All in good time.
You'll see.
Do you sleep with all
your female clients?
Well, word of mouth plays a big
part in attracting new clients,
so I like to do what I can.
Oh.
Risky move.
Could backfire.
Well, I never thought of that.
Sorry about your driver.
You did everything you could.
There was nothing to do.
The b*llet must have
hit his carotid artery
for rapid blood loss like that.
You sound like a doctor.
I almost was one.
I was in medical school when
my father was assassinated.
Felt like my whole world ended
in that single moment.
But I had to keep his work going
for the people of Kalpoor.
For him.
For me.
What about you?
Me?
I live with me mum.
My dad passed away five years ago.
Sorry.
You two would have gotten
along well, I imagine.
Why's that?
Shared interest.
He tried to blow up the queen
and overthrow the government,
for starters.
I remember reading about an att*ck
on the queen before the civil w*r.
That was your father?
He was a man of his convictions,
I'll give him that.
I actually had to sh**t
him to try and stop it.
You sh*t your own dad?
I couldn't let all those people die.
Is there anyone you can trust?
I'd trust my best mate with me life.
You?
I haven't trusted anyone
since my Dad d*ed.
But I think I can trust you, Alfie.
I didn't come here for the summit.
Well, what did you come here for then?
To meet someone.
A man who says my father's still alive.
But you said he was assassinated.
Because that's what I was told.
But we never recovered a body,
which means there is a
chance that he's alive.
Well, there's a better chance
it's a shakedown
- or worse, a setup.
- Yeah, I know.
But it's my father we're talking about.
Well, what do they say happened?
That ten years ago,
he was kidnapped in Morocco.
He was then taken overseas
and has been locked up in a
secret location ever since.
And this man?
He knows where.
- Jesus.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
- That's twice.
- Daveboy?
You look like hell, mate.
I'm pleased you're here, as it goes.
I need to talk to you about somebody.
Sure, sure.
You don't look so good.
Are you sure you're okay?
Oh, yeah.
I don't really feel myself.
But I'll be all right.
What's What's going on?
Do you remember a mission
we pulled about ten years ago?
Kidnapped a political
dissident in Morocco?
Uh.
Not really, no, why?
I think the guy we grabbed
was Zahra's father.
Aye? That's
- That's not good.
- No.
Not good.
Thomas?
- Mr. Wayne?
- Morning.
May I stow your bag?
- I'll keep it with me, thanks.
- Of course, sir.
We'll be landing in Gotham
at 8:00 a.m. local time.
Welcome aboard.
How about a smile for Mr. Bear?
You know he's your favorite.
Come on.
Well, well.
And there he is.
Mr. John Salt.
You hold Mr. Bear.
Mommy's got work to do.
Bet Sykes.
I thought that was you.
John Salt.
I've been looking for
you for a long time.
And now you found me.
May I ask how?
Ask away.
Fat lot of good it'll do you.
Well, I suppose you found me
through one of those Ravens
you tortured and k*lled.
That was you, was it?
Guilty.
Any last words?
Not that there's anyone
around to hear them,
or that I give a bloody damn.
Hmm.
This is for Lord Harwood.
A finer gentleman never lived.
You weren't fit to lick his boots.
Lord Harwood was a weak-minded old fool
- who got what he deserved.
- Right, you've had your say.
You should know I'm not the man I was.
Hmm, reformed are ya?
You could call it that.
Remade, redeemed.
- Remodeled.
- Bullocks.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Did the loud noise scare you?
The bad man's gone now.
There, there.
Bloody hell.
I did warn you.
I'm not the man I was.