[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
- [DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Right. Our man said the target's
in the first floor bedroom
on the south side.
You two secure the ground floor.
- Me and Daveboy'll get the package.
- Piece of cake.
Let's try not to wake the neighbors, eh?
♪ ♪
- Move!
- [MAN GRUNTING]
Thanks, mate.
- Now brace yourself.
- Wait.
I was promised money and a passport.
Above my pay grade, mate.
Have some trust. You ready?
Has to look good.
[GRUNTS]
- Yes?
- It's Alfie.
Come in.
I understand.
Of course. Very well.
Everything all right?
That was the call I've been waiting for.
You mean...
The man who says my father's alive.
He wants to meet at midnight.
Midnight?
Someone's been reading spy novels.
Where?
He's gonna call back with
further instructions.
Tonight I'm finally
gonna know the truth.
Maybe.
Or maybe it's a trap.
What's he want in return?
- He didn't say.
- Not yet anyway.
I don't like it...
mysterious phone calls
luring you away in the
middle of the night?
Could be your president looking
to have another whack at you.
Or some villain hoping
to make a few quid.
He says he's an old
friend of my father's.
Well, I could claim to be
the king of Bethnal Green.
I don't have a choice.
I'm going. You don't have to come.
Oh, I'm coming.
When he calls back...
you tell him to meet you
at the Queen Anne.
It's the only place you'll meet.
That we can control.
Fine.
Good.
[SOFT MUSIC]
What?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
I'm paid to protect you.
That's my job.
Last night I crossed a line.
- I believe we both crossed it.
- But I started it.
And I could have stopped it.
Or do you consider your
charms so overpowering?
Look, what I'm trying to say is
there are people trying to k*ll you.
I can't lose focus.
Understood.
- Won't happen again.
- No, I know it won't.
I've already reached
out to another firm.
Good men. You'll be well cared for.
- You're quitting?
- I will be with you today
- and for your meeting tonight.
- [ZAHRA HUFFS]
But starting tomorrow,
I think you're better off
with somebody else.
I don't want somebody else.
Yeah, I just don't think I'm
the best man for the job.
- Because we slept together?
- Yes.
- No other reason?
- It's reason enough.
Then why do I feel like there's
something you're not telling me?
Look, I just want you to be safe.
Very well.
I respect your decision.
I need to get ready now.
♪ ♪
[ADVENTUROUS MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[AMBIENT TRAFFIC SOUNDS,
DISTANT SIRENS WAILING] _
- _
- [BIRDS CHIRPING]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Welcome home, son.
You don't seem surprised that I'm here.
I knew you'd come eventually.
So how's my granddaughter?
She's fine.
And Martha?
[SIGHS]
Also fine.
I'm glad.
You two?
We're working things through.
Good. Never give up on family.
Never.
Once you give up on family, what's left?
You look terrible.
You expect to find me happy?
My conscience unblemished?
- Would that help you?
- It might.
You didn't come all this way
to see me tear my shirt?
No.
So why did I come? You know me so well.
All your life,
I've watched you build this
nice personality you have.
The good son. Good husband, father.
Hoping no one will see
the angry thing inside.
But I see.
You came here for revenge.
Pure and simple. No shame
in admitting it. Not to me.
I came here because I love you.
I love you too.
For what it's worth.
Tell me something... you
remember from my childhood.
- Something good.
- Father and son stuff?
Like playing catch,
fishing, that kinda thing?
Uh-huh.
When you were...
[SOFT MUSIC]
nine, maybe ten,
we took that canoe trip up
the St. Lawrence river.
End of summer.
It was beautiful. And quiet.
We felt we were the only
two people in the world.
One night, a storm
came up out of nowhere
and blew away our canoe, all our gear.
Knocked trees down.
Can still hear the wind.
We sheltered in a cave.
I told you everything would be okay.
You believed me.
Then you fell asleep in my arms.
Morning came, the storm was over.
We hiked out.
I remember.
We found a diner.
- Ate blueberry pancakes.
- There you go.
Love, trust, happiness, pancakes.
I was a good parent.
- What went wrong?
- I don't know.
Nothing.
Everything. sh*t happens.
Nobody's in control.
Hmm.
♪ ♪
[EMOTIONALLY] I'm sorry.
[TEARFULLY] I'm sorry too.
What are you sorry for?
Love isn't enough.
Is it?
Did you and President
May make any progress
- in today's talks?
- No.
And no progress is possible
while the president continues
to deny my people
the right to govern themselves.
Ms. Khin, yesterday's
attempt on your life
that left one of your staff dead...
do you think President
May was behind it?
I have no doubt the
government of my country
wishes to silence me.
That is all I'll say.
But if it was President May,
that he would make such an
attempt on British soil...
[AMBIENT BACKGROUND NOISE]
Prime Minister Mr. Aziz.
Alfie, I'm afraid I'm rather late.
Where are you keeping her dad?
Excuse me?
Oh, that's very good.
No, no, no, I'm sorry, Alfie.
I truly have no idea what
you're talking about.
It's very simple.
Ten years ago, her dad vanishes.
She thinks he's dead.
World thinks he's dead.
Only he's not dead. We've got him.
It... you're implying that
Her Majesty's government
is illegally and secretly
holding a foreign national?
- Told you it was simple.
- It's preposterous.
- Do you have any proof?
- Not a shred.
Except it was me and Daveboy's unit
that snatched him and gave him to MI .
But of course you already
knew that, didn't you?
And have you shared any
of this with Ms. Khin?
No. I have not.
Well, for the sake of argument,
if this were true,
why would I have you,
of all people, guard her?
I don't know.
But whatever game you're playing,
however you're thinking
of using me, think again.
'Cause after today, I'm out. I quit.
All right, Alfie, you've
said your piece.
Now imagine for a moment that
despite being prime minister,
I am not privy to every act
of skullduggery committed
in Her Majesty's name
over the last years.
Imagine that I chose you
to protect Ms. Khin
solely because of any person I know,
I thought you the most
likely to keep her safe.
But you must do what you think is right.
[EDGY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
What was that?
Mr. Aziz just wanted
to ask about yesterday.
See that you were okay.
- You ready to go back to the hotel?
- Yes.
I have work to do before tonight.
Right. We'll go the
back way, it's shorter.
This doesn't seem to be
the way back to the hotel.
- Scenic route.
- Oh.
I think you're keeping me
from returning to work.
Me? Never.
Lovely day though. Shame to be indoors.
I suppose I could use it
after spending all day with
that viper President May.
It can't be easy,
especially not when he
tried to have you k*lled.
Yeah, well... fortunately,
you were there.
Right.
- You look guilty, Alfie.
- Me? Nah.
You should feel guilty...
abandoning me at a
crucial time like this.
And all because of a
little thing like sex.
It's more complicated than that.
So tell me.
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
Right, come on.
Well, that's England for you.
Lovely day, sun shining,
and then the bleedin' skies open up.
What's funny?
When I was at school,
I read all the classic English novels.
Jane Austen, Thomas Hardy.
And all the characters were always
getting caught in rain storms.
And when they did,
the things that were dividing them
just... suddenly wash away.
It was make-believe.
But I loved it.
In real life, you just get wet.
♪ ♪
Who do you think he is?
I don't know, and I don't care.
I just want him gone.
Your ride's here, mate.
You are making a terrible mistake.
I have a wife... my daughter... [GROANS]
[MUSIC BLASTING FROM RADIO]
You think you made a mistake.
I make a lot of mistakes.
This one I feel I'll live with.
What was her name?
How's that?
When I accused you earlier
of abandoning me,
you said it was complicated.
Usually means another person.
Not this time.
So there's no one you were close
to that you failed to protect?
Esme.
We were gonna be married.
This was years ago.
Bloke who had it in for me k*lled her.
Worst luck she ever had, meetin' me.
I'm sorry.
It's in the past.
- No such thing as the past.
- What's that, Buddhist?
I never understood Buddhists.
I mean... we carry it with us.
You want to protect those around you.
But because of the past,
you're scared if they get too close...
they get hurt.
So you end up not letting anyone in.
And what about you?
Me?
[SIGHS]
Ten years ago,
I lost the one person I
loved most in the world.
And I've never been the same since.
So how do you get free of it?
The past?
[TENDER MUSIC]
You don't.
You just learn to live with it.
I should go alone tonight.
If it's a trap, it's
better it's just me.
No.
- I'm going.
- You still don't trust me, do you?
[SIGHS]
It's not about trust, Alfie.
I don't have a choice.
Look. What I said before,
about quitting...
forget all that.
I'm with you.
Thank you.
They should be calling in a few hours.
Then we have time to k*ll.
♪ ♪
_
[MOODY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
f*ck's sake.
[ELECTRONIC BUZZING]
Right. Give it a go.
Hmm.
Oh, very nice, Professor.
Very nice, indeed.
- Good.
- Ha!
Welcome back, Bet.
Have a pleasant nap?
Where am I?
The office of the chancellor, me.
For the Raven High Council in Exile.
f*ck me, you're a twat.
And I see you've turned yourself
into a Swiss Army Kn*fe.
What I have done, Bet,
is embrace the times in which we live.
'Course you have. Twat.
You better not have harmed that baby.
Tell me, do you know the reason
why the Ravens lost the Civil w*r?
Because you betrayed the
only good leader they had?
Incorrect.
Evolution defeated the Ravens.
Once Gully Troy ingested Stormcloud
and became Captain Blighty,
being simply human was not enough.
To rise, to rule,
you had to be more.
[CLANK]
Bloody hell.
[DEEP BASS VOICE]
Reporting for duty, sir.
Impressive, no?
Our first test subjects sort
of blew themselves up.
But we kept on.
You are looking at the
soldier of the future.
Soon we will have an army of them.
And we will sweep over this
land with a purifying fire.
While you have slept,
we have rewritten the
history of England.
But right now, I need to
know how you found us.
Fine. I'll tell ya.
I'm MI .
Really?
- You work for MI ?
- That's right.
Special Agent Sykes.
And they sent you here?
- With a baby?
- Part of me cover.
- Uhh...
- Last chance.
How did you find me?
f*ck... off.
Very well.
quid he blows himself
up before he zaps me.
Oh, he's not going to zap you, Bet.
- Don't you f*cking dare...
- How did you find me?
- Francis Gaunt.
- Francis Gaunt?
Tch. Ah.
Should have taken care of
that old bag years ago.
That is what mercy will get you.
Thank you, Bet.
[SINISTER MUSIC]
Go on, then.
- Yes, sir.
- What?
♪ ♪
You f*cking bastard!
- I'll rip your heart out.
- Yes, yes, yes.
Oh, did I not mention?
I had the baby taken down
to the nursery earlier.
Must have slipped my mind.
Clever f*cking sod, aren't ya?
You know what they say, Bet.
When you've lost your sense of
humor, you've lost everything.
[SPITS]
I just needed to know we
weren't in any danger.
Now I do.
Tell the guards to k*ll her.
- Burn the body.
- No.
You, with me.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
f*ck.
♪ ♪
[FUNKY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Daveboy? [ECHOING]
Oh, hello.
[ECHOING] Is Alfie here?
- Alfie?
- Yes, Alfie. Is he here?
I don't know. Is he?
Not that I can see.
You're not that bright, aren't you?
What?
Never mind. Um...
- I need to speak with him.
- Who?
Alfie.
Oh, is... is he here?
You sure you're all right?
Aye, aye, tickety-boo.
[TINY WINGS FLITTERING]
Daveboy?
Will you give this to Alfie?
To Alfie?
You won't forget, will ya?
No, no, no, I'm... I'm your man.
I'll see that Alfie gets it. Here.
- You sure?
- Oh, yeah.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
Righty-o.
Mum?
You here, Mum?
Alfie, what you doin'?
Looking for my Beretta again.
Where'd you hide it this time?
I didn't think you'd be home so soon.
Well, I can't stay. I'm on a job.
Just came for me g*n.
You didn't hide it in the
flour again, did ya?
I told you about that.
Took forever to clean.
I wish you'd just called, at least.
Can you just tell me where... ah.
There she is.
Hey, lookit. There's soot all over it.
- Mary?
- Oh, here we go.
Oh, dear.
Roger, you remember my son Alfie.
Yes.
Good to see you again, Alfie.
Alfie, where are your manners?
Right, uh, sorry. Yeah.
Good to see you too, Roger.
So why didn't you phone my
mum back the other day?
- Alfie!
- No. He's absolutely correct, Mary.
The fact is, I should have.
Fortunately, Mary had
the courage I did not.
It won't happen again.
She's a remarkable woman
and deserves the best.
Well, I'm glad we both agree on that.
Right, um, I best be off. Work.
I'll leave you two...
well, uh, anyway.
Stop hiding my g*ns
where they get filthy.
Get a job where you don't need a g*n.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Mary, perhaps I should go.
What, because of Alfie?
He has to get used to
me having a boyfriend.
Is that... what I am?
Your boyfriend?
[SOFT MUSIC]
If you want to be.
I would.
Very much.
Well, that's settled then.
Now give us a kiss.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
♪ ♪
You okay?
I'm not entirely sure.
Here.
Now, have you ever
handled one of them...
That's a yes, then.
It's very dirty.
My mum had it up the chimney.
Is that a thing in England?
It's a thing with mums. You ready?
[ENGINE STARTS]
Bloody Roger.
Who's Roger?
[CLANK]
Over there.
So where's this nursery
my baby got taken to?
Come on.
You're about to sh**t me in the head.
Got to give the condemned
one final wish.
'Round the back.
How do you get there?
Stand there and shut up.
This seems to get a lot of use.
You want a blindfold?
No thanks, pet. It'd make it harder.
Make what harder?
This harder.
[g*nshots]
- [BODIES THUD ON GROUND]
- Hmph.
Now, let's see about that nursery.
So what more do you know
about this bloke then?
You said he's an old mate of your dad's?
That's what he claims.
That he was my father's comrade
in the early days of the movement.
But you don't remember him?
I wasn't involved at the time.
After my father was gone,
members were hunted down.
Some fled, went underground.
There's many that I've never met.
Well, how's he know where
your father's being held?
He said he's made it
his mission to find out.
He blames himself for
not protecting my father.
How's that?
He was with him the
night he was abducted.
He was there? In Morocco?
Yeah.
What is it?
Nothing.
- I, um...
- [DOOR HINGES CREAK]
All right, lads.
Easy, mate. None of that.
- No g*ns.
- Come off it.
'Course there'll be g*ns.
You have g*ns, we have g*ns.
- The reason we all feel safe.
- No g*ns.
- All right, you're free to leave...
- Wait. Please.
One lives in fear for so long,
suspicion becomes second nature.
Please accept our apologies.
Ms. Khin.
It is an honor.
Thank you for meeting with me.
This is Alfred Pennyworth.
You can trust him.
We have much to talk about.
["HUSH LITTLE BABY" PLAYS SOFTLY]
♪ ♪
[BABY CRYING]
[GASPS]
[BABIES CRYING]
Blimey.
[GASPS]
What bloody babies are these?
John Salts'.
John Salts'? All of them?
Where's my little Julie?
Where have you put her?
Oh, my little angel.
[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]
Hello, pet. I brought Mr. Bear.
How about a smile for Mr. Bear?
One smile?
[GASPS]
You want a smile, Bet?
I'll give you a smile.
- [GASPING]
- Now be a good girl and die.
Uhh...
[BABIES CRYING]
[BET GASPING, GROANING]
[GROANS]
Now, now, Bet.
The babies are sleeping. Shh.
Please don't hurt my baby.
Your baby? But, Bet, it's
not your baby anymore.
It's mine to do with as I please.
[g*nsh*t]
You'll not hurt my baby.
Not while I'm around.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Come now, Bet, play nice.
Come here...
Finally shut you up.
[BABIES CONTINUE CRYING]
Did you know my father well?
We were comrades. Friends.
Which is why I must ask
for your forgiveness.
The night he was taken,
I... I did not protect him.
I chose to live.
Please.
Where is President May
keeping my father?
My dear, the president
does not have your father.
- But...
- British soldiers took your father.
And the British have him still.
- How do you know this?
- I was there.
I saw them. Heard their voices.
- The British were behind it all.
- Right.
So by taking my father,
the British can install their puppet
and keep a hold on the country.
So my father is here then? In England?
For the last ten years,
he has been on a secret
prison on the Hebrides.
The government keeps no record of
this prison or the men held there.
The prisoners receive no trial.
Every sentence is life.
When men die, their names
are not written down.
It is a black hole.
And how do I get him out?
You can't. You would need an army.
Well, then I'll just go to the press.
Once the world knows, the
British have to release him.
Perhaps, or perhaps they will deny it
then move him to another prison,
and it will be years
before you find him again.
Then why are you even telling me this
if there's no hope of getting him out?
You're in talks with President May.
He must want something.
He wants the names of our members
- who've gone into hiding.
- So offer these names.
And in exchange, demand that
your father be released.
You are right.
The British will not want
their crimes made public,
but that alone is not enough.
You must give them something.
Offer these names.
So I can free my father only by
betraying those who trust me?
It is a hard choice.
But it is either them or your father.
Don't believe him.
This smarmy git's working for Aziz,
getting you to turn on your own people.
What?
That is a lie.
Hey, easy.
- I know what I'm talking about.
- He's lying.
He's clearly a British spy trying
to throw suspicion onto me...
he does not wish to
see your father free.
I was your father's friend.
And what he said about
where your father's bein' held,
I'll investigate it.
But this man was not
your father's friend.
And he's not yours.
What proof do you have?
I'm asking you to trust me.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
I remember you now.
Your voice. It was you.
- What is he talking about?
- Nothin'.
- This meeting's over.
- How does he know you?
- How do you know him?
- sh**t him. sh**t him now.
- Aah!
- Uhh...
It didn't have to end this way, mate.
You.
British soldiers took my father.
Yes.
That's how he knows you.
Exactly.
It was you.
[DARK MUSIC]
♪ ♪
I had no idea who your dad was.
He was just another target.
It wasn't until you started
telling me about him last night
that I put it all together.
That's why I tried to quit.
Look, I'm sorry.
But you still cannot trust this man.
He was working with us.
He sold your dad out, his mate.
- Isn't that right?
- That's a lie.
sh**t him.
For ten years,
I've imagined what I'd do to
the men who took my father.
- How I'd make them pay!
- Now, ask yourself.
How did they get you to England?
Was it the Summit?
Or was it this one saying he knows
where your dad's being held
and all you have to do is
give up your own people?
You're bein' played.
Zahra, child.
You must believe I loved your father.
Do what you have to do.
♪ ♪
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[TRAIN RUMBLING]
What happened between us...
was that also a lie?
No.
- No, that was true.
- And why should I believe you?
How do you live with yourself?
Tomorrow, I want new security.
And I never want to see you again.
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[BABY FUSSES QUIETLY]
[GROANS]
[BABY CRIES]
Mummy just needs to rest a moment.
Get her strength back.
[GRUNTS]
Never you fret.
All will be well. I promise.
I would have loved you
every minute of your life.
And wherever you went,
you'd know your mum loved ya.
She does love ya.
I'm not well.
What am I to do?
[AIR BRAKES HISS]
[ENGINE RUMBLES SOFTLY]
"Deliver to Peg Sykes,
George Street."
Goodbye, little one.
You be good for your Aunty Peg.
Make your mum proud.
She loves ya.
♪ ♪
Daveboy?
[GASPS]
What the f*ck have you done in here?
The f*ck?
I'm sorry, Alfie.
- You all right?
- I... I think I am.
What was all that mad fuss
downstairs a while back?
- Oh, gunfight sort of thing.
- A gunfight, eh?
I would've sworn it was turtles f*cking.
You must have been drunk.
No, no, no, no, no. I don't think so.
The last thing I remember,
I was with Sally
at her poxy art show.
Hey, Alfie, Alfie, they were only
serving fizzy white wine...
wouldn't have got a nun pissed.
That was two days ago.
Aye?
You don't remember our talk
yesterday? About Morocco?
Why would we be talking
about bloody Morocco?
What the f*ck did that woman do to me?
- Yeah, I'd better call her, eh?
- Yeah, you do that.
And then there's something
we need to do.
Listen, it's near suicidal, and,
best case, we end up doing porridge.
But I need your help.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, that sounds familiar.
- I suppose the money's good.
- Hmm.
No money.
No money?
What the f*ck?
You ever been to the Hebrides?
- _
- [MOODY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[DISTANT SIREN WAILS]
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[g*nshots]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLS]
♪ ♪
Goodbye, Dad.
[EXHALES]
[ADVENTUROUS MUSIC]
♪ ♪