Pennyworth (2019) s02e03 Episode Script

1
There you go.
Nice one.
Any trouble, Gully?
You know me.
I love a crisis.
I'll fucking have you, mate.
You're dead.
Shut it, Dobson.
Get this idiot out of here now.
Always think well of me.
[Mary] He was upset
about all that Raven Society lot.
[all] No surrender!
He's not one of them.
Dad, don't do this.
God bless England!
[people gasping]
[Mary] His own son killed his father.
I can't even look at you
without thinking about what happened.
I have the results
of the latest Stormcloud test.
- [gas hissing]
- [screaming]
[Frances] Stormcloud test?
That sounds intriguing.
Well, it's all very speculative.
You know these boffins.
- [clangs]
- [grunts]
[Katie] You're crazy.
Stop moaning.
I won't hear such talk.
We must think positively.
If Archbishop Potter
suffers some sort of
scandal,
Langley
would find a way of showing
gratitude.
Archbishop Potter,
prime minister of the English League?
Consider it done.
[Alfred] We've got the money.
A new life.
America, boys.
[speaking Irish]
[yelping]
Mom?
Alfie
I've been kidnaped.
"If you want to see me alive again,
come alone."
- Freeze!
- [siren trills]
[officer] It's the police!
They've got my money.
You let them get away.
What money is that?
Ransom money. They abducted my mom.
What the fuck are you doing here?
- [artillery shells whistling]
- [rumbling]
[bell dings]
[people shouting]
[mellow music playing]
[man] Take cover, Mary!
Mary!
- Mary, take cover!
- [artillery shell whistling]
[people screaming]
Dad?
Morning, Son.
You're alive.
Am I?
I'm asking you.
Do I look dead?
[scoffs]
You don't look well.
You don't look too good yourself.
Nah, I'm doing all right.
Don't lie to me, Son.
I can tell something is wrong.
Had a bit of setback, that's all.
Me and Mom and the boys
are going to America.
But some bastard stole our money.
America?
England's buggered.
Your Raven Society mob are on top.
I've got no choice.
Oh, I see.
Running away.
Abandoning the country you love.
Well
I have to say, Alfie,
I'm surprised.
Surprised and disappointed.
I don't like running away.
But what do you want me to do?
Die for a lost cause?
[scoffs]
[Mr. Pennyworth groaning]
[Mr. Pennyworth coughing]
So, who stole your money?
I don't know.
Do you know?
How the fuck would I know?
Well, aren't you up there
looking down on all of us,
seeing what everyone's up to?
You think I'm sitting on a cloud
in a white nightie, do you?
Playing a midget harp?
Well, yeah, something like that.
That's a very childish notion of death
you've got there, Son.
Maybe I'm not even dead.
Did you see a body?
Maybe I'm in America
eating hamburgers on a beach.
Are you?
A minced meat sandwich?
Disgusting idea.
And as to who stole your money
Well, as a general rule,
it's nearly always trusted colleagues,
or friends
or family that bugger you.
As I found to my own cost.
That's not fair.
I didn't
Oh, fuck.
Of course.
Of course.
Why didn't I see it?
[siren wailing]
On the settee.
And be gentle.
Don't worry, love, I'm gonna help you.
You'll be all right, love.
It's all wrong.
You're gonna be all right, my love.
You're gonna be fine.
What happened?
Didn't you hear the mortars?
Woody, first aid tin.
Bastards.
Third attack this week.
Yeah, I know.
I have to fix the bloody windows again.
- She all right?
- Yeah.
She's fine.
It looks worse than it is.
Good, good.
- Listen, I've got to
- Put the kettle on, would you?
Yes, Mum, and then I really have to run.
Thank you, Woody.
Right. Let's clean this up.
Shall I put the tea in the pot?
Who wants a cuppa now?
It's for cleaning her wounds,
you silly sausage.
Here you are.
All right, Miss Nightingale, kettle on.
Anything else you need?
No, we're all right.
You run along if you're busy.
- Sure.
- Yeah, you'll just be in the way.
Right, then.
Good luck, young lady.
See you later, Mum.
And remember to loosen
that tourniquet every now and again.
No, really?
- Be good.
- Yeah.
- There you are.
- [kettle whistles]
Woody, go and get that water.
Nice clean dish, keep it hygienic.
Bring a fresh towel if we've got one.
[man 1] Fish, animals!
Fish, animals!
[man 2] Leave, scum.
Oi! Martha.
What, you're not talking to me now?
[chuckles]
No, actually, I'm not.
Why? What have I done to you?
John Salt?
That piece of shit Nazi you let go
for money?
Give over.
I wouldn't do that.
I'm disappointed.
I thought you were a man of honor.
People disappoint you a lot, don't they?
Perhaps your standards are too high.
I saw your boyfriend at the club.
Changing the subject
doesn't change the truth.
What boyfriend?
What, you've got more than one?
Thomas Wayne.
He was with that Satanist bloke,
what's-his-name.
Crowley.
Really?
You didn't know he was back?
I mean, he was with Crowley?
Yeah.
Funny.
Anyway,
be good.
[piano playing]
Exactly, yes.
- She'll want this one.
- No.
We'll look somewhere else.
It's a genuine. Proper.
All right, lads?
[Bazza] We're not buying.
You haven't seen what I've got.
More carats than Sainsbury's.
Solid gold setting.
A ring like this
would get the knickers off a nun.
Yours for a monkey.
Do you ken what happened to us, Ken?
Yeah, I heard. Fucking liberty.
So what the fuck makes you think
we've got a twatting monkey
to spend on yon shite?
What the fuck?
Only asking.
- Are you joking with me, pal?
- Relax, brother.
Have you heard anything?
If I'd heard,
I'd tell you, wouldn't I?
[Daveboy] Would you?
I would.
But you're the man
that hears everything.
People say Ken the Spot
knows what's what.
People say that, right?
If there was talk, I'd have heard it.
There's been no talk.
Tell the truth or die,
you Saxon dosser.
Who took our money?
I don't know.
I swear, I don't know.
At ease, Private MacDougal.
Wotcher, Kenny.
What the fuck, lads?
You try controlling him.
No, brother.
I was just confirming his veracity.
Fuck's sake, Alfie.
Yeah, I know, I know.
I'm sorry for the aggro.
We need a moment, as it goes.
[Ken] No bother.
I've got a lovely bit of tom
if you're interested.
Fuck off, Kenny.
Regards to the missus.
He would lie to us, you know?
Yeah, of course, he would.
Shifty bastard.
But he wasn't.
Look, I think I know who done it
and it's nobody Ken would know.
[Daveboy] Well?
I had a really strange dream.
Oh, fuck. Here we go.
All right, never mind the dream.
But it made me think,
and I realized
the thief must be Gully Troy.
The captain?
Never.
He's SA-fucking-S.
He'd never rob a comrade.
Nah, it was him.
Or someone working for him.
Do you have any proof?
Isn't it always a close friend
that fucks you up?
Someone you trust?
That's not proof.
All right, who's not afraid of us?
Very few.
And Troy's one.
Who's got enough discipline
to stay under the radar
and who knew we had all that cash?
Only man I can think of is Gully Troy.
True.
I can't see it.
He's a man of honor.
Proved himself a hundred times.
Maybe he's changed somehow.
[Bazza] Suppose he has.
We've no proof at all.
How do we find out for sure?
I'll ask him.
[theme music playing]
[Archbishop Potter] Good Lord,
we pray you will cleanse this poor soul.
Cast Satan from his heart.
Let him find peace
in the arms of our savior,
Jesus Christ.
[Crowley sobbing]
Rise, old chap.
Thank you.
Oh. Don't thank me.
You know who to thank.
[Crowley] When I pray alone,
the Devil torments me.
How does he torment you?
Temptations of the flesh, Your Grace.
All the many temptations of the flesh.
It's a sad mistake to credit the Devil
with our sexuality.
Sex is a gift from God.
A natural blessing,
like sunshine.
[Crowley]
We must be doing it differently.
[Archbishop Potter chuckles]
Would you speak
with some of my friends?
It would be wonderful
if they too could hear
what you have to say.
Friends?
You'd call them "my fellow sex addicts."
Poor souls trapped
in a web of their own desires.
You can't imagine what they do
to feed their lust for debasement.
Naked,
shameless,
animal lust.
You simply can't imagine.
I'll talk with
any soul who wants to hear the gospel
however sinful they may be.
Thank you.
You're a good man.
[dog barking]
Hello.
I'm looking for Mr. Gulliver Troy.
Who are you?
Pennyworth.
Alfred Pennyworth.
Hm. I've heard of you.
The famous Alfie.
Who are you?
I'm Mrs. Troy.
Oh.
Nice to meet you.
Is he here?
No.
Do you know where he is?
Has something bad happened?
No.
Just business.
Business.
You don't look like
I expected you to look.
No?
Gully loves you.
Says you're very clever
and hard as nails.
You look soft to me.
Like butter.
Do you know where he is?
What about me?
What about you?
Do I look like you expected?
No offence, Mrs. Troy,
I didn't know you existed.
Gully likes to keep me separate
from the squalid side of his life.
I expect he'll be angry
that you came here.
Look, Mrs. Troy,
if you know where he is
My name is Melanie.
Why are you carrying a gun?
- There's a war on.
- Hm.
So I hear.
I don't mean your husband any harm,
if that's what you're worried about.
[laughs]
You?
Do him harm?
As if you could.
[Alfred] Hm.
[indistinct commentary on TV]
Fuck.
Second by a nose.
- Bad luck.
- [chuckles]
Are you a betting man, Alfie?
Nah.
If you're not in the know,
it's a mug's game.
He's at the garage.
127 Barnett Road.
Thank you.
Don't tell him I told you.
I'm supposed to keep it a secret.
Well, then why did you tell me?
Do you always do
what you're supposed to do?
[scoffs]
Nice to meet you, Mrs. Troy.
[Sykes] You sure about this bloke?
[Katie] I'm not sure
about anyone anymore,
but he was a good teacher.
[knocking on door]
Good Lord.
Katherine?
How lovely to see you.
What a nice surprise.
Hello, Mr. Furbank.
This is my friend, Bet.
Nice to meet you, Bet.
Any friend of Katherine's and all that.
But, please, call me Dorian.
How do?
Come in.
Well, welcome to my humble abode.
To what do I owe the
We're
We're on a jaunt.
A jaunt?
What's wrong with a jaunt?
Uh nothing at all.
We'll have some tea if you're offering.
Uh, certainly. I'll put the kettle on.
This your stuff on the walls?
For my sins.
A lot of women with no clothes on.
I find the human figure
endlessly fascinating.
I bet you do.
Not much cop though, are you?
They're all wonky.
What's funny?
They're meant to be that way.
Tits on her.
Two ferrets in a plastic bag.
Forgive my asking.
You're not in some sort of trouble,
are you?
What makes you think we're in trouble?
Nothing, just
Nothing.
Kettle.
Artist, my foot.
- Shh.
- He's a perv.
Banjo.
You expecting any visitors?
Building your own tank?
[Banjo] What's it to you?
[Alfred] No trouble, lads.
Alfie.
What a nice surprise.
What the fuck is he doing here?
Hey, you.
I heard about your misfortune.
I'm so sorry.
You must be gutted.
Fortunes of war.
I still have hopes
we'll get our money back.
Do you?
Good show.
Now, how
How did you track me down, by the by?
Not hard.
People know you're here.
I suspect one of your lads
has been talking.
[Troy] Huh.
You always used to say a good soldier
gets straight to the point.
So that's what I'm gonna do, sir.
Hm. Sir, is it?
Doesn't bode well.
I think it might have been you
that took my money
and abducted my mum.
I'm not laughing.
That's why it's funny.
You knew I had cash.
Nobody else knew.
I expect one of your lads
has been talking.
You haven't denied anything yet.
Frankly, I'm
I'm speechless, Alfie.
I can't believe
we're even having this conversation.
How could you possibly think
such a thing?
A good soldier is ruthless.
I said that, too.
Ruthless, yes. But not dishonorable.
Never dishonorable.
You haven't told me yes or no.
[sighs]
Look me in the eye, Alfie.
I swear to you
on my honor
that I did not take your fucking money.
All right, then.
I'm glad to hear you say so.
I did abduct your mother, but hey ho.
Yeah, fair play.
Have a go.
But I had to ask.
Who else would have the nerve to rob us?
Flattery now, is it?
I'd be angry if I didn't feel
so sorry for you.
The sawbones call
what you have "paranoia."
You'd have it, too, if you were me.
Alfie,
a good soldier
- has no pity for himself.
- has no pity for himself.
Yeah, exactly.
Never really knew
what you meant by that.
Not until
the last couple of years taught me.
Before you start weeping girlishly
into my shoulder,
I have a proposition
that might solve some of your problems.
- You can come and join us.
- [scoffs]
You'll have a wonderful time,
make big money.
I'm not a crook.
Nor am I, son.
I like to think of myself more as
a privateer.
Same business.
- You break the law every week.
- What law?
Exactly.
I'm ducking and diving.
Robbery is different.
It's robbery.
What, it's sordid?
Dishonorable?
Come on, spit it out, lad.
Well, yeah, it is dishonorable.
Alfie
Am I an honorable man?
Yes, of course you are.
As are you.
So what we do is,
by definition, honorable.
I need your help, Alfie.
I work with Bazza and Daveboy.
I'll hire them as well.
I've got two big jobs coming up.
You can come onboard as my lieutenant.
It'll be just like the old days.
Well, that's the thing, Gully.
When I left the service,
I swore to myself I'd be my own man.
Captain of my own ship.
So far, I've kept my word.
Now, that I do understand.
I was never very good
at taking orders myself.
Don't get me wrong,
there's nobody I'd rather work for.
But I'd be working for you.
As you wish.
But the offer stands.
Good morning, Your Grace.
[Archbishop Potter] Good God.
What on earth?
Where am I?
Surely you haven't forgotten.
We had a wonderful evening.
An open and honest exchange,
as it were.
You're quite the tiger.
Isn't he a tiger, boys and girls?
[all chuckling]
Now, look here.
I don't know anything about this.
Relax, old chap.
Consenting adults and all that.
You tricked me.
Where's the trick?
You got what you wanted.
What you needed.
No. I never wanted this.
Be honest, old chap.
If you didn't want this,
you wouldn't be here, would you?
I think
a group photograph is in order.
I didn't think he had it in him,
so to speak. [chuckling]
[Frances] God!
Poor chap.
Well, that's the end of him, I suppose.
Now the League
have lost two prime ministers.
Poor things
will be in complete disarray.
[Harwood] I don't know.
The Church of England
is so liberal these days.
It might make him more popular.
There are limits, Jimmy, even today.
I mean, vicars can get away
with that sort of thing,
but archbishops must keep their cocks
in their cassocks.
[Harwood sighs]
Jimmy, need a nap? You look fagged out.
How long have you been up working?
There's a war on, old girl.
These damn Northerners
still holding out.
They must be eating
their own children by now.
[inhales deeply]
But, yeah,
I could do with a little snore.
If you'll bear with me
a little longer, my Lord,
these files need your attention
rather urgently.
- They won't take long.
- [Frances] Really, Salt?
No. Never mind. Lead on, MacDuff.
Sir, there's a woman on the line
who's been calling every day
trying to reach you.
I wouldn't bother you,
but she is very persistent.
She says her name's Bet Sykes.
She says she's
a close personal friend of yours.
For God's sake. Bet Sykes?
Do not speak to that woman, Jimmy.
- She's not the thing.
- Don't be silly.
- Put her through.
- Charles, put her through, please.
Putting her through now.
- Bet.
- Your Lordship!
Thank fuck.
I've been trying to get a hold of you
for days.
I'm so sorry. We're very busy here,
what with the war and all that.
But how are you, my dear?
How's Peggy?
Fuck off, you.
This is a private call.
Peggy's in London working,
so I can't turn to her.
I'm in a spot of bother
and I need your help.
What is it? Anything. What's wrong?
Well, I got into an argy-bargy
with a bloke from work.
Long story short, I killed him.
Bet, you're incorrigible.
Thank you.
I like to think so.
Any road, seeing as he was
a superior officer,
I thought it best to leg it.
Now I've got rozzers chasing me
all over the fucking Midlands.
For God's sake.
I was hoping you might
see your way to sorting this out,
you being High Chancellor and all that.
Bet, murdering a superior officer
I mean, it's not the thing.
I know. I'm sorry.
But the bugger deserved it,
honestly.
Where are you?
I'm in a place called Fork Lane Farm
in Edlesbank, Northamptonshire.
Okay. Well, you stay there.
I'll send some men to come
and pick you up and bring you here.
Lovely. Be good to see you again.
But, Bet, this really is the last time.
You must learn to control your temper.
I know. I will. Promise.
Thank you.
Much appreciated. See you soon.
Sorted.
Really? Truly?
I told you, didn't I?
Bet Sykes has got herself in
another dreadful scrape.
Go to this address with your best men.
Pick her up and bring her here.
Jim, do not renew
this sordid acquaintance.
You have responsibilities.
I will make my own friends.
Thank you, Frances.
If I may, sir,
I must agree with Mrs. Gaunt.
I know you're fond of Miss Sykes,
but she's something of a liability.
[grunts]
A little unstable.
Thank you, Salt.
When I want your advice,
I shall ask for it.
Now do as you're told.
At once, sir.
I'll come back for the files.
Listen, Jim
I like her company.
That's an end on it.
[thunder rumbling]
[Dorian] I'm glad we have this moment
alone together.
Tell me, are you all right?
I'm fine. I'm good.
I can't help notice
some sort of tension
between you and your friend.
No.
- Is she your friend?
- Of course she is.
Katherine, you can trust me
with the truth.
What's going on?
You don't want to get involved.
That woman has some power over you.
Yes.
No. I don't know.
I'm scared of her,
but she saved my life.
I think she wants to be friends.
She seems somewhat eccentric.
- Deranged, perhaps.
- She's not.
Maybe she is.
Maybe I am.
[toilet flushes]
Katherine, tell me what's going on.
- [gasps]
- That lavatory is a disgrace.
Single men.
Live like animals.
What were you talking about?
We're talking about art, actually.
No, you weren't.
You were talking about me.
- What'd you tell him?
- Nothing.
Nothing?
You were holding hands like sweethearts.
No, Bet, it's not what you think.
Dorian was just being nice.
- Nice about what?
- I was just
- Quiet, you! It's her I'm
- [gunshot]
[Dorian whimpering]
Sorry, pet.
[exhales]
This gun's new to me.
[whimpering]
I'm off to the club, Mum.
- Don't wait up.
- All right, sweetheart.
Be good.
You seem very cheerful.
Mustn't grumble.
Jackie's gonna be all right,
so that's a blessing, isn't it?
Jackie?
On another planet you are.
The girl that was here?
Bleeding all over the place.
Oh, yeah.
Nice one.
Dr. Patel said I saved her life.
Did he? Good job.
- Proud of you, Mum.
- Ah.
I'm proud of me, I know.
If I may say so myself.
Sofa's buggered.
Nothing a bit of
soap and water won't fix.
It's good to see you smiling again.
Nothing like a bit of blood and guts
to brighten a day, eh?
Maybe so.
I won't lie.
And I'm sorry for your misfortune,
but I'm happy you're not going
to America anymore.
Who says I'm not going?
Well, how are you gonna go
without any money?
You missed a spot. See you later.
Be good.
Wish you'd stop telling me that.
I'll stop telling you that
when you stop needing to be told.
Bye.
Cheeky sod.
[door closes]
[trumpet playing]
Thank you, Sheri.
You're welcome.
She's a gallus wee bird, that Sheri.
She's warming to me. I can tell.
What did Gully say?
He denied it.
Do you believe him?
I want to.
He was convincing.
Can't see who else it could be, though.
Nobody else knew about the money.
Ah.
That's true, most likely.
Most likely?
It's interesting how memories
come back to you, isn't it?
Fuck's sake, Daveboy. What memories?
Remember that first stack
of American money we got?
- We were so happy.
- [Bazza] Yes.
I took a $100 bill.
Look, I know it was wrong,
but it just looked so nice.
I folded it up little
and I keep it in my pocket.
I take it out sometimes and look at it.
Cheers me up, you know?
I did that earlier
and I was shocked.
Fuck's sake, Daveboy. What?
Well I kept that note as clean
as the day I nicked it.
And now look at it. It's all dirty.
How the hell, I thought.
And then I realized
those are beer stains.
But I was in a booth with some guys
talking about my ranch in Montana
and they were all laughing at me,
the cunts.
So, I showed them that
to shut their gobs.
"And there's plenty more
where that came from," I said.
Said to who, exactly?
That's what I don't remember.
Could have been polar bears, Baz.
Fuck's sake, Daveboy.
At least I'm telling the truth.
[Bazza] Bravo.
Now we're back to square one.
Anyone could have known.
On the bright side,
I'm glad I wasn't there
when you accused Troy.
Wasn't pretty.
He's all right, is he? Not too offended?
No. Offered us jobs with his team.
What did you say?
- He said no.
- [Daveboy] Why?
They make good money, robbers.
He's a canny man, that Troy.
He likes the edge of it
too much for my taste.
Plus we're not robbers, are we?
We're better than that.
If you say so.
[Sheri] Same again, lads?
- Yeah, thanks.
- Aye.
That's a nice bit of tom.
Thank you. I like it.
Looks familiar.
Looks like the ring
Kenny the Spot showed us.
- Yes, it does.
- £500 ring, that is.
No wonder you have no time for me.
Some bastard's been pricing me out.
- Who gave you that, then?
- An admirer.
[Alfred] That's a lot of admiration.
Who is this admirer?
Vic. Vic Dobson.
For my birthday.
Vic? Picky Vic Dobson?
He's a good bloke.
The fuck.
You've been turning me away
for a twat like that?
That's fucking embarrassing.
Dobson's never had tuppence.
Where did he get 500 quid
to buy a ring like that?
Ah
Good question.
Why are you all looking at me like that?
- Look
- Quiet.
Bet, please stop. You're scaring me.
Relax, pet.
His Lordship's people will be here
soon enough and we'll be away.
Safe and sound.
You've got the wrong idea about me.
One more word from you
and you'll be choking on your own cock.
Ever seen someone choke
on their own cock?
- [gasps]
- I have.
Bet.
He's done nothing wrong. He's a friend.
A friend?
I'm beginning to wonder about you.
I thought you were a good lass.
But maybe I was led astray.
You're all lies and deception, you are.
Artist?
Bet you can't even fucking draw.
Actually, she's very gifted.
Shut it, wonky tits. Fuck do you know?
Draw something.
And it better be good.
Or I'll put holes in Rolf Harris here.
Go on. Draw.
I had a little sister once.
Gone now.
Poor lass could draw
like anybody's business.
You'd think it were a photograph.
- [siren wailing]
- Ah.
Here we go.
Told you he'd come through.
But it's the police.
What'd you expect? Circus clowns?
[whimpering]
Help! There's a madwoman!
[Sykes] Get down, lass.
You're all right.
[somber music playing]
Poor soul.
The wretched man's left us in
an awful pickle, though.
Our prime minister gone,
and in such a shameful fashion.
We look weak and ridiculous.
Potter was simply
a hastily elected prime minister.
He was well liked, sure,
but weak.
We have plenty of good candidates
to elect in his place.
This must be Crowley's work.
This sort of thing is
his bread and butter.
[The Queen] That grubby
little Satanist chap?
He wouldn't dare.
With Raven Union blessing, he would.
This would have come from the top.
How could Jimmy Harwood sink so low?
[softly] That fucker.
- Ma'am.
- Thank you.
Wow.
Fancy.
What a pleasant unexpected surprise.
A surprise is always unexpected,
isn't it?
Well, I got the impression
you were grumpy with me. Sulking.
Me?
- Why would I be sulking?
- Hm.
When we last met,
you held me personally responsible
for American foreign policy,
said some rather ugly things
and marched out.
Hence sulking.
I apologize.
I know you're not to blame
for what you do.
You're just a tiny cog in the machine.
I wouldn't say cog. A lever maybe.
You can tell me the truth, you know.
- What truth?
- I won't be mad.
Forgive me,
I'm not following your train of thought.
Because at first I said to myself,
"No, not Thomas.
I mean, he's no saint, but he'd never
He'd never do something
truly low and evil."
Okay, I know where this is going.
But then I thought, why not?
Why wouldn't you?
You're just a cog. Sorry. A lever.
You're not morally responsible.
So why wouldn't you help
Aleister fucking Crowley
drive a good man to suicide?
Martha, allow me one moment to explain.
Tell me it's not true.
Nobody wanted him dead.
You son of a bitch.
Fuck.
God.
Look at this shitehole.
Fucking shameful.
Us, robbed by a wee dosser
like Vic Dobson.
We should keep this one quiet.
- Which is Dobson's caravan?
- I don't know.
- [Alfred] Of course you do.
- [Sheri] I don't.
They all look the same.
Never mind. We'll manage.
[Bazza] Shouldn't we watch a while?
Get the lay of the land.
It's Vic Dobson, not the Waffen-SS.
Still, we shouldn't get complacent.
He's got our money.
Let's go get it back.
Sheri, Vic needs waking.
Give him a shout.
- What? No.
- You're perfectly safe.
Now, go on.
Vic?
Louder, love.
[Sheri] Vic!
[Alfred] Louder!
- [Sheri] Vic!
- [Alfred] Louder!
[Sheri] Vic!
[Alfred] Louder!
[Sheri] Vic!
[Daveboy] Where the fuck you going,
you cowards?
Stay here.
You fuck!
[grunts]
[mellow piano music playing]
[groans]
[panting]
[groans]
Don't do it, Vic.
[both grunting]
Oh, my God. Vic.
Oh, my God. Vic.
It's all right, Shezza.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
The money
Vic?
Where is he?
There.
Where the fuck's the cash?
[Alfred] What the fuck?
He had it a minute ago.
[engine starts]
[screams]
Shame about your car, Baz.
That was a nice motor.
Baz.
[Bazza groaning]
[Daveboy] Fuck.
It doesn't look good, Baz.
No kidding.
[Alfred] Never say die.
- Keep still. I'll get an ambulance.
- Alfie
Don't bother.
This is a ticket home if ever I saw one.
I'm okay with it.
I'm surprised I lasted this long.
Listen, boys,
I need you to do me one favor.
Don't give up.
You'll get to America in the end.
This is just a small setback.
Promise me you won't give up.
Promise.
I swear on my mother's grave.
I want to see you boys live
in the sunshine somewhere.
I want to see you get fat, Alfie
and rich,
and bald.
And have a fat wife
and lots of fat babies.
Done, mate.
[winces]
[Alfred] Come here. Lie down.
Hey, hey, hey.
You all right?
Very comfy, thanks.
Just asking,
does the wife have to be fat?
Seriously?
These are my dying words, boys.
You have to do what I say.
All right, fair play.
Plump wife it is.
First daughter we have,
we'll name her Bazza.
[chuckles, coughs]
[Daveboy] Hey.
Bother me. What should I do here?
Anything you say
within reason.
Two things.
Brush your teeth more often.
I can do that.
And tell Doris Day
I said
[somber music playing]
Fuck.
[theme music playing]