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Well, just great!
No, not the presentation.
That's terrible.
Some idiot just hit me.
Ugh. Do you realize how much
this is going to cost?
Not in money, which
I have plenty of, but in...
What the...
Get away from me! Get away!
Help me. Someone help!
Stay away!
Ah! What are you doing?
- Look out!
- Help me!
Wonder woman! Save me!
Save me from them!
From whom?
Demons. They're everywhere.
Don't you see them?
I see only one.
I'll ask you one last time.
What did you do with my family?
Steven, it's me, Gloria!
I'm your wife.
These are our children.
You're not my family!
You killed them,
just like the others.
Now it's your turn.
No one's dying here tonight.
It's not me
you should be stopping.
It's them. Look at them!
Look at them!
It's just like the neighbors.
Go to my shed.
You'll see I'm right!
What have you done?
Let me help you.
It's not my fault.
I've given birth to the devil.
It's the devil!
You're tired.
Give me the baby.
You don't want to hurt her.
I'm sorry.
These crimes were committed
by law-abiding citizens.
They all claim to have seen
nightmare visions beforehand.
Any clue what's causing it?
No idea.
The one week
I fill in for Jordan,
and it couldn't be
some hairy-ass monster?
The same pattern is repeating
around the world,
so there could be
an overriding factor.
Perhaps a paranormal element.
Are you talking about magic?
We've come up against
magic before, Batman.
Xerxes, Trigon, Felix Faust.
Even Shazam's powers
are based in magic.
With as much as you've seen,
can you rule it out?
The criminally insane
don't need magic as an excuse.
I recommend spending
more time on the streets
instead of flying over them.
Hmm. He's even friendlier
than they say.
Bollocks! In what bloody plane of
existence does four of a kind lose?
Too, too bad, Constantine.
Have you gained weight?
It looks good on you.
What say you let your soul
mate play a few hands, Jason?
Maybe he'd change my luck.
He'd definitely be
less mopey than you.
John Constantine, the man
who perfected the bad idea.
The only reason I came to this dung
heap of a casino is to find a relic
to keep that monster
locked away forever.
Boys, boys! You're boring me.
Let's play, shall we?
My luck's running
as hot as me naughty bits.
Oh, but our next group
of friends is due to arrive,
so it's time to bust you out.
Copperfield's coming.
Presto Changeo!
Woman in a box. In a box.
Yeah, he's classy, unlike you.
Are they implying David Copperfield,
television magician, has true power?
Owns a chain of islands and dated
Claudia Schiffer. What do you think?
No cards for me, and...
Oh, looks like you can't call
my bet, Constantine.
By my rules, you lose.
I raise.
With what? Your ratty soul
ain't worth two bits.
Not two bits.
I'm betting the house,
the house of mystery.
And since I'm including
everything inside,
it looks like you're the one
that can't call, Abnegazar.
Well, what do you say, boys?
I like the action.
I call.
Really? A chipped dreamstone?
I'm out.
Broken knick-knacks for the house
of mystery and its contents?
Are you mad?
I've got a working soul catcher.
That's Ogid's eye spiker, eh?
And the Garazi.
So even if that very magical dreamstone
doesn't work, it's still a big-ass Ruby.
I'd be a poor sport indeed if I
didn't accept your fair wager.
Hell. Now, that's
a losing hand for the ages.
Now, read them and...
What?
Do they have
an eye doctor in hell?
I'd make an appointment
if I was you.
You cheated!
Technically, we both cheated.
I just did it better.
I'll rip your bloody heart out!
Sorry, mate, I'm using that.
Situation here, Jason. It's
time to call your better half.
Sorry, John, you're on your own.
Oi, I'm gonna roast your nuts and
feed them to you, Constantine.
Gone, gone, the form of man.
Arise the demon, Etrigan!
Once more with words
of metered rhyme
comes Etrigan the slayer
just in time.
Easy now, brother.
We're on the same side, right?
Let's use our words.
Are you having a laugh?
We're the demons three.
Kill everyone!
You will pay, Constantine.
Your soul will be ours.
Get in line, you prats.
Your ass is grass, Constantine.
And we're the lawnmower.
Since the battle's
fought and won,
Jason blood with me is done.
For 500 years,
I've been bound to Etrigan,
fighting to keep him
from coming forth,
and you forced me to summon him.
Everything got sorted.
He could have gone
on a killing spree.
You don't think.
You don't consider the cost.
Yeah, I did.
Weighed it against my being eaten alive
and thought, "yeah, totally worth it."
You're a world class
bastard, John.
And for my finale,
I will make this terrible trio of
terrifying Tantors vanish before your eyes.
I hope those elephants survived.
You don't want
Peta on your back.
You're assuming they were
real in the first place.
How are you, Bruce?
I'm fine, Zatanna. Busy.
You know where I can find
John Constantine?
No.
You must have some idea.
We don't keep in touch.
I know
you two have history, so I...
Z, Batman needs
to talk with John.
You've got to come along, too.
It's important.
Is that you, Boston?
Yeah.
Everything is...
Boy, this guy's mind is tough.
Can't hold...
What is going on?
I'll tell you
on the way to John's.
Okay, but I call shotgun.
I don't even think his kid
could fit back here.
Sorry, Boston,
but life is for the living.
Boston brand.
He was a circus performer.
Batman's heard of me. Sweet.
Tell him I'm a fan of his, too,
but, you know, be cool about it.
Yeah, that's him.
Ask him
if he caught one of my shows.
He was a trapeze artist
who loved being famous,
especially with the ladies.
Husbands, not so much.
You're killing me.
He had a knack for irritating
the wrong people.
Then, about five years ago,
Karma caught up with him.
It was a weekend show,
full house.
Boston was in the middle of
his death-defying act when...
He died, and that
should have been that,
but with Boston, things
tend to get complicated.
His spirit was called
by the goddess Rama Kushna.
She took pity on him and gave him
the power to possess the living,
so he could bring his killer
and others to justice.
Hey, I don't wanna brag,
but I'm good.
Why did he feel the need to
write on my walls like a child?
Uh, yeah, he's sorry about that.
Mmm.
Where is this address?
GPS doesn't seem
especially useful tonight.
It's not an address. The house
of mystery tends to move around.
I didn't put the symbols in
there for the GPS to find it.
I wanted the house
to come to us.
She can't hold it.
Do something.
There.
Into the house!
Z, you all right?
Yeah, as soon as you get off me.
I should have known
you were the reason
I'm not back
in London enjoying a pint.
The house always
did like you better.
Odd trio for a road trip.
To what do I owe the visit?
The league thinks that a recent spike
in homicides may have a magical cause.
Told you something stinks.
Now we know someone doesn't
want us asking questions.
Looks like you've cracked it
wide open, mate.
What did he say?
Uh-uh. I'm not playing
telephone between you two.
We online?
Great.
Sorry about the Batmobile.
I hope your insurance
was paid up.
What, is there even a policy
for something like that?
Mmm.
Hey, I told you not to do that, orchid.
Use a bloody door.
I am glad to see you are well.
How new is this one?
Not what you think.
It's the magic of the house.
Decided it wanted to experience
humanity and gave itself a body.
It sure did.
A spirit whose existence
is not its own, like myself.
Interesting.
Um, yeah, we are that.
Dead smooth you are, mate.
Hey, it's been a while,
you know?
Powerful in true magic.
Angry at John.
This, I understand.
Yet you still have
feelings for him.
I could kill him.
You exude pain.
Your life is a patchwork of
blackness with no time for joy.
How do you cope with it?
I have a Butler.
That was enlightening.
Well, I guess we should have
that chinwag about now.
- Demons!
- It's not me!
I've given birth to the devil.
It's the...
Rama Kushna says this will break
down the walls between the planes.
Even the afterlife
will be affected.
Yeah, it's dodgy, all right.
I'll look into it.
Meanwhile, the house will
drop you wherever you'd like.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Rama says
we have to work together.
Come on! It's a dream team.
You, me, Zatanna, Batman,
maybe even the justice league.
The capes and tights crew,
useless against dark magic.
That's why we need you.
You can lead us.
Boston, do I strike you as a team player?
Much less a team leader.
Point is,
even deities can get it wrong.
It's how we got the appendix,
neanderthals and reality TV.
Z, your help I could use.
Okay, if we do it as a group.
This is the monkey cage
in Sumatra all over again.
"Ooh, we need to save
the monkeys," she said.
You're such an ass.
Oh, not the monkeys.
Says the man who has Newcastle and
100 other screw-ups on his resume,
costing lives and souls.
But not monkeys. You're still
way ahead on dead monkeys.
- They used to be a thing.
- Mmm.
You just have to make things...
We're wasting time.
He's dead,
and I accept the risks,
so can we get to it,
or do you two need a timeout?
Fine and dandy. Let's take a
walk on the dark side then.
Coming, team?
Stop being a child
and slow down.
Where are we going?
Ritchie's.
Have you talked to him lately?
I know he's pissed. You
don't have to remind me, love.
It's on my CV, remember?
No, really, has he told you...
Oh, no. He's dying.
John Constantine,
purveyor of the dark arts
and lifeline of last resort.
No matter. Your friend's soul
will be collected,
and there's nothing you can do
to alter that.
Why don't you go do something
useful, like haunt a house?
Who's he talking to now?
Shrouds.
They deliver souls to hell.
They're drawn to you.
Maybe it's your Cologne, batsy.
This one has cheated us
many times.
It is vexing.
Boo.
This has been lovely, but it's
time for you lot to bugger off.
When the time comes, I'll be the one
to collect your soul, Constantine.
Yeah, yeah.
I thought I felt
a disturbance in the force.
How you doing, Johnny boy?
Zatanna and Batman?
What the hell?
Tell you
everything inside, mate.
You poor thing.
Yeah, I may have lied
the last time we talked,
about exactly how fast
I'm sledding downhill.
I'm sorry about that.
But it means
a lot you're here, John.
And, hey, you don't have
to say it. You're forgiven.
Still wondering what Batman's
doing in my living room.
And when is he
gonna shut up, right?
What? What's with the face?
You're not here to say
you're sorry, are you?
Of course I am,
but I was looking to borrow
the Keshanti key as well.
Unbelievable.
I tried to tell him on the way.
Yeah, it's not your fault, Z.
Just like everything, this is
rock star Johnny's fault.
I was with you
when it happened, Ritchie.
We were side by side.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, side by side.
But I got the weird magical cancer
while you, you added to your rep.
Isn't that right?
Look, me not making proper
amends isn't related to the key,
which, truth be told,
you're not gonna need, mate.
John!
Getting that a lot lately.
You can go screw yourself.
I am not giving you crap.
Your anger is understandable,
but you need to reconsider.
Innocent lives are at stake.
Well, doctors say
an upbeat attitude can help,
so what I'll focus on today
is that I met Batman.
Force of good.
It was also nice
seeing you, Zatanna.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
You can show yourselves out.
This him?
Father of the year.
I'll need the gear now.
How does this work?
It's basically
a magical shortcut.
It lets me access
different planes of existence
without doing 20-odd hours
of incantations.
In this case, I'll poke around this poor
sod's memories to see how his madness began
and, more importantly,
what caused it.
What are you doing here?
I'm calling security.
I'll make sure the looky-loos
stay out of our hair.
Z, give me a psychic shout if
this body comes under attack.
Wouldn't do to be trapped
inside, now.
Wouldn't do to go in alone,
and since I'm right here...
Too dangerous.
You're out of practice, love.
Look, you wanted me along.
I'm here.
I'm not waiting in the wings.
Let's do this.
Mmm.
Hmm.
- Z? You okay?
I'm fine.
I've never
liked this sort of magic.
I can feel darkness seeping
inside me.
How you stand it is beyond me.
It's all about control. If
you ever need a refresher...
We've had this conversation.
I haven't changed my mind.
Sure, sit out the war
between good and evil.
After all, you've got a good thing going
being applauded by mindless twits.
Really? Now?
Good a time as ever, I reckon.
- I'll teach you to talk back.
- No!
The magic I perform
brings people happiness.
You sure it's not
the two drink minimum, love?
You're such a pessimist.
Wrong. I expect the worst,
so I prepare for the worst,
and when the worst happens,
I'm ready.
But my outlook doesn't alter
the reality of the world.
Steven, stop!
Leave me alone!
Another precious moment.
There was joy, too.
His madness swept it away.
Who dropped the bed pan?
This is it. This was the
morning of his madness.
What do you think
will set him off?
My guess is the sudoku.
He's got two 9s in the same row.
John.
Run! Run! Run!
Run! Let's get out of here!
Oh, come on, fellow.
Eat a piece of fruit, huh?
Damn it!
Here it is.
We've got to get out of here.
One more second.
Now, John. There's no time.
Got it.
Oh! Shit's really hit the fan.
You had to go there, Boston.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Hmm.
- I don't recognize it.
- Me, neither.
But if there's a person alive
who can, it's Ritchie.
Are you forgetting when you
made your friend despise you?
This is too bloody important
for hurt feelings.
Constantine.
Bollocks.
You've arrived in time
to witness my...
Ritchie!
Get back, you bastards!
John, help Ritchie.
Take that! Boom!
No pulse.
We know! We know! Come on!
Why?
I see you have
a few tricks of your own, eh?
Not everything requires magic.
Make sure he sees that
right when he wakes up.
If he wakes.
We need to talk, you and I,
but if you try
and summon Etrigan,
I'll fill your lungs with bile
before the first verse is done.
Savvy?
The situation
was not how it seemed.
The apartment was like that when I arrived.
Richard as well.
Come on!
You were all over him.
I was attempting to help.
When you burst in, I knew
I'd get blamed, so I ran.
Do you believe him?
Jason's not the murdery type.
He's chock full of honor, loyalty,
and rubbish of that sort.
Then tell us why you were there.
Richard is known as a collector
of the arcane and supernatural.
I wanted to see if he had something that
could gain me access to this place.
Why would you
wanna break in here?
For this.
The single most powerful conduit of
evil in the history of the world.
He named it the dreamstone,
but it's really
the stuff of nightmares.
I was a young knight,
green as grass.
With visions of battle-won
glory dancing in my head.
Needless to say, these
were dispelled thoroughly.
He called himself destiny,
but Merlin told us he was a
man of science one time,
before he went insane.
Destiny forged the dreamstone
with black magic and his soul.
He used it to subject people to
their most terrifying nightmares
and then feed off their torment.
It was actually the demon
Etrigan who won the day.
To battle, Etrigan.
Should you succeed, I will
release you of your bond to me.
If freedom is what's up
for trade,
then destiny's
as good as slayed.
You haven't won, Merlin.
This isn't over.
I swear it.
Release me, Merlin,
from your care.
My duty's done.
'Tis only fair.
I'm afraid that's not
possible, friend demon.
I apologize to both you
and Jason blood,
but your future portends
a shared destiny.
Caught now,
imprisoned in the form of man,
I fix the demon, Etrigan.
It was also the beginning
of my eternal life sentence
with Etrigan.
I didn't think
you'd give it up willingly,
and though this piece is useless
without the other half,
it's far from powerless.
Safe enough where it is.
Displayed like a tourist
trinket in a Karachi bazaar?
Neat, isn't it?
The house keeps
my valuables out of phase,
so they don't go wondering off.
But, still, the timing of the stone's
appearance and its power indicates
that it's somehow involved
with these crimes.
Which is why it stays here,
where only I can get to it.
I think me, them, and everyone else who knows
you might want it to be somewhere else.
Your friend is awake.
Ritchie, who was it?
Who did this to you?
Faust.
Felix Faust. You sure?
Mmm-hmm.
There you are, you old bastard.
I give you wizard and asshole
extraordinaire, Felix Faust.
Hell, I should have
put it together.
Conjuring a whirlwind
is just his style.
The league had
a run-in with Faust,
but his location
isn't in our database.
Yeah, well, wizards don't make a habit of
signing up for credit cards or social media.
His grandly named observatory
of the cosmos is hidden
from the likes of you
and superman, but not from me.
Felix Faust.
What's happening?
If this were a computer,
I'd say it's frozen.
Cheers.
Felix Faust would take precautions
against locator spells.
There's another way,
but it involves asking a favor of someone
that I don't have the best relationship with.
Someone else dislikes you?
Shocking.
Your friend slips
from the mortal plane.
John...
Keep him alive and safe.
Understand?
That is not my purpose.
I don't give a flying shag what
you think your bloody purpose is.
I order you to help him
any and every way you're able.
Let's go.
All right, I'll ask.
Why are we in the middle
of a godforsaken swamp?
It's a favorite hidey hole
of one Alec Holland,
whose corpse was taken to be the
most recent avatar of the green.
Bet you won't find that
on your bloody cell phone.
Our data's more factual.
Alec Holland was murdered by terrorists.
His body was never recovered.
End of story.
Not quite.
Go away!
Swamp thing!
I know you're seeing this. Get
out here, or the posies get it!
John Constantine.
You dare threaten the green.
Dude, your social skills
are horrendous.
Please, we aren't here to harm any
plants, but our need is urgent.
Don't let your feelings for John
stop you from doing what's right.
You have a garden.
Yes, I find it relaxing,
and I water it every week.
We need to find a man,
a wizard named Felix Faust.
A single human
among your teeming masses.
I only know John Constantine
because he enrages me.
Faust lives in an observatory
which is invisible.
It's a place where dark magic
would infect the earth below it.
I will take you there
so you are no longer here.
The place you seek is there.
That place is heavily warded.
Mmm.
I know we've had our differences,
but we could really use your help.
If we don't get a handle on this rotter,
he'll threaten all of humanity.
What of it?
You were once human,
just like me.
No longer.
Perhaps his actions
are a kind of justice,
for who destroys more of
the green than your kind?
And swamp thing
has left the building.
Guess we do it the hard way.
Or not. Gone, gone,
the form of man.
Arise the demon Etrigan!
What...
Who dares?
I, Etrigan,
bring down this house
and build a tomb
for Felix Faust!
As if I would stoop
to brawling with a demon.
Fight others
of your filthy kind.
From hell though we may be,
it does not make us family!
Do you like what I've done
with the place?
No woman can speak
in my sanctum sanctorum.
I conjured it just for you and,
of course, men everywhere.
As a fellow showman, this is
no way to treat your guests.
Now, settle down!
Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting
yourself. Stop hitting yourself.
Not everything can be solved
with your peashooter.
Just because you're dead doesn't
mean you're beyond my retribution.
Is that it?
Well, it's off to the old magicians home
for you, mate. Pudding night is Thursday.
Try that fireball once more, Constantine.
I'd love to see you cook your own goose.
Let me...
I take it back.
That thing is useful.
Zatanna, where are you, darling?
I know you can't speak,
but give me a wave.
You're the only one here
that's really a threat.
There you are.
This will sting a bit.
Stored magic? Really? It's the TV
dinner of spell casting, dear.
Here's what real magic
looks like.
Z!
Z, are you daft? Stop!
I will kill you, woman!
Z, don't!
Don't kill him. You can't.
Out of my way, John.
If no blood is spilled,
your soul is in the clear.
Get control, Z,
just like I taught you.
Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy.
Deep breaths.
Let it go, love.
Do you see why
I can't do what you do?
You lost control is all.
Happens to the best of us.
You've seen me in action, right?
Yeah, once or twice.
Why are you here?
I haven't done anything
to warrant this kind
of response.
This yours?
I don't know. Maybe.
I have several hundred rings
of varying design
and properties.
It isn't him.
Felix Faust isn't the one
behind the nightmare crimes.
He summoned our old poker buddies
in their more massive forms.
The hell does it all mean?
It means Felix Faust had access to
the artifact whenever he wanted.
What artifact?
Well, we're back
to square one, then.
Unfortunately, no. We were sent
here by your friend, remember?
But Ritchie's dying.
Is he?
Boy, oh, boy. I think I got
closer to death than I planned.
Ah! Nuh-uh-uh. Bad girl.
See, now, you were told to do everything
to help me by the master of the house,
and that does not
include punching.
Bring me to the main room.
I'll take it
from here, beautiful.
But I need you
out of my hair for now,
so why don't you just
go for a little walk?
Yeah! That's the stuff.
Why aren't we inside?
Because Ritchie's bloody well
taken control of the house.
This is what you get
for having mates.
Boston, can you get inside?
That would be a no.
Ritchie, you're gonna listen to
me whether you like it or not.
Open the door.
Do you hear? Open it!
Too late, Johnny boy.
Ritchie, please!
Stop while there's still time
to save your soul.
Says the man who skates
away from everything.
Since you got me infected,
I've looked all around the world for
a cure and I've finally found it.
A small piece of the dreamstone.
It's sentient.
It told me how to get the demons three
to bring the rest of it to earth.
It would've been so easy
to take it from them.
Of course, rock star Johnny
screwed everything sideways.
So we had to frame Faust
and get you to bring me here.
Now I'm immortal
and supercharged!
You've been played for a sap.
The stone isn't sentient.
What's left of destiny's soul was
whispering sweet nothings in your ear,
getting you to commit atrocities
to gain power and make his move.
You're just pissed 'cause I won.
I wish that were the case.
This can't be right.
No!
Wait! Wait! We...
We had a deal!
We had a deal!
Five hundred years, I've waited.
Five hundred years,
I've planned.
Really? I guess 500
must be the new 300.
What say we share your beauty
secrets over a pint, eh?
A god does not prattle
with mortals.
She gonna be okay?
I... I don't know.
The amount of magic she's used,
sometimes you don't recover.
I should have never
led her back.
Selfish bastard, I am.
You've done
what you can for now,
but we have to stop destiny,
or everyone's at risk.
He's right.
He'll have this city by midnight,
the eastern seaboard by dawn.
Then, what's to stop him?
He'll be a god.
We don't need another one
of those mucking about.
All right.
Get them!
They're everywhere!
Everywhere!
Yes.
Yes.
My will be done.
Fool! How can you hope
to defeat a god?
Not only can I sense you,
you cannot defeat my shield.
Since when does god
need a force shield?
The justice league
are on their way.
Suppose that couldn't be helped,
but make sure they stay
well away from destiny,
to not be struck mad,
unless you want a bunch of crazed
super blokes ripping apart the city.
A little late for that,
my friend.
John, listen to me.
You've been affected by magic.
Get away to space now.
Sorry to have
to ask this, Jason.
At least you're asking.
Gone, gone, the form of man.
Rise the demon Etrigan!
So Constantine calls once more.
Just like a greedy, wanton...
Save the bloody rhymes,
and top that git!
Killjoy.
I've had many years to
think about you, Etrigan.
Call this poetic justice.
Holy crap.
Looks like you've finally
beat the curse, my boy.
Wish it were under
happier circumstances.
What are you doing?
Calling for help.
I just hope he doesn't realize
it's me doing the calling.
Who dares strike at me?
The defender of the green,
swamp thing.
Perfect.
Glad to see you
back on your feet, Zatanna.
Whatever you're gonna do,
do it fast.
The so-called
guardian of the green
who secretly hopes
to be human again.
Let me dispel you
of that notion.
Back to the dirt,
where you belong.
He's getting more powerful by the second.
What the hell are we gonna do?
I say we go and talk
to a man about a horse.
Did you hit your head or something?
You're babbling.
A Trojan horse, Boston.
Come on!
Over here, you wanker!
You are puny and disrespectful.
Let me see your madness.
Well, that's the trouble with someone
like me. Been there, done that.
I shall make you beg for death.
Can I beg you to stop talking?
I mean, all wizards are touched, but
you, you're a full-blown nutter.
I will tear your soul apart.
And what happened to not
prattling with mortals, eh?
You chatter like my
grandma at a book club.
Now, Boston!
Trick or treat, freak!
Is that a sword in your chest,
or are you just glad to see me?
Merlin sends his regards.
Oh, and by the way, you lose.
I don't think so.
Johnny, I was...
I was under a compulsion.
You've got to save me.
You owe me. You owe me!
Sorry, mate. Can't take the chance that
destiny is still pulling your strings.
John, please! Help me!
Help me, you bastard!
Help me!
That was unpleasant.
What the hell did I miss?
Z, you're okay. I thought...
My head feels like
the morning after Brixton.
Surely not that bad.
So Merlin's spell hath ended.
It would seem so.
Though it's a "good news,
bad news" sort of thing.
- What's going on?
- Yeah. He wasn't wounded.
Unless I miss my guess, that happened
on the day he was bound to Etrigan.
And now that I'm not...
I'm truly sorry, Jason.
Don't be. It's a welcome end.
For 500 years,
he and I have been bound.
A demon from hell,
a knight of renown.
Though we were cursed
to be slaves to each other,
I know of no man
I'd want more for a brother.
Farewell, mortal.
You couldn't
have picked a better place.
The village where he was
born was over there.
Too bad it took this
to get him home.
Batman asked me
to be in the justice league.
And you're considering it?
I visited their headquarters
a few days ago.
It's interesting,
and like you said,
maybe it's time
to make a difference.
Listening to me now?
Uh-oh.
They want you, too.
Good one, Z.
Too right, they do.
You have got to be bloody kidding.
No way.
Batty would go mental.
He was the one who asked, and I
told him that's what you'd say.
Be safe, John.
Now, hold on. Hold on.
Maybe I've been a bit rash.
Could you tell me more
over a drink?
We could rechristen the house,
as it were.
A drink?
Yeah, a drink.
Don't think this is gonna turn into
some sort of Manchester weekend.
Get that out of your head.
We could have
a trewhiddle Tuesday.
No, definitely not.
Well, let's mark that
as a maybe.
Now, that's what I call
making yourself useful, love.