All language subtitles for Gotham.Knights.S01E04 GGWP

Previously
on "Gotham Knights"...

Duela:
Beware the Court of Owls...

Ford: 3 days before
he was murdered, Bruce Wayne

made an appointment to alter
his last will and testament.

Duela: that watches
all the time.

Turner: They think
I killed my dad

because I wanted
his money?

The night he was killed,
this was found on your father.

Duela: Ruling Gotham
from a shadowed perch...

[Coughing]

behind granite and lime.

Court of Owls were
hunting the Wayne family
for over 100 years,

starting with his
great-great-grandfather
Alan Wayne.

Maybe looking through
his cold case

will help us prove
they killed my dad.

Duela: They watch you
at your hearth.

Every scrap
of paper the GCPD has
on Alan Wayne's death--

autopsy reports,
eyewitness statements,
all of it.

Duela: They watch you
in your bed.

The Court killed my dad,

and now they're
trying to kill me.

Duela: Speak not
a whispered word of them

or they'll send the Talon
for your head.

[Screeching noise]

Man: Oh, God.

Please.
Please. They're everywhere.

Please. They're coming
for all of us.

[Loud screeching]

Aah!

Ah!

Officer: Sir.

[Screeching fades]
Sir, calm down.

Can't you see 'em?
They're over there.

See what?
Nothing there.

[Fires pistol]

Hey! Get down!

Put the gun down.

[Screeching noises]

[Softly]
It's OK.

It's too late.
They're already here.

[Gunshot, people scream]

Soulwax: ♪ Do you wanna,
do you wanna ♪

♪ Do you wanna
get into trouble? ♪

[Laughing]

♪ Do you wanna, do you wanna ♪

♪ Do you wanna
get into trouble? ♪

Liberated this
from the teachers' lounge.

"Congratulations Cathy."

Hey. I'm sorry.

I couldn't find one
that said,

"Good luck trying to
solve Bruce Wayne's murder

"by investigating
the alleged killing

of his
great-great-grandfather."

Slice, anyone?
Slice? No?

All right.

Harper:
Uh, you do realize

the Talon almost
killed you with
that thing, right?

Yeah. Now I'm repurposing
it for good, so...

[Softly]
OK.

I've been through this
hundred-year-old police report

a thousand times, and there's
nothing in here that

even remotely
suggests Alan Wayne
could've been murdered.

All it does is confirm

what the newspapers
already reported.

"The renowned
architect died by
accidental drowning

"upon falling
into a sewer

following a sudden
bout of dementia."

Duela: Beep beep!
Coming through.

[Duela chuckling]

You find
anything interesting?

Maybe.
Maybe it's nothing.

See those marks on
Alan Wayne's body?

It's weird, right?

Yeah. They mentioned
those cuts in the report,

but they said that it
had nothing to do with
the cause of death.

Yeah, I'm--I'm not
a medical examiner,

but I'm pretty sure
falling down a sewer

doesn't cause
marks like that.

But these marks
don't prove anything,

and if Alan Wayne's death
was an accident,

it means he wasn't killed
by the Court of Owls.

Which means
this can't help us

solve my dad's murder
or clear our names,

so this is
all a dead end.

You seem tired.

I am tired.

I'm tired of living
in a stupid belfry.

I'm tired of showering
in a dirty locker room.

I'm tired of worrying
about whether I'm gonna

end up dead
or in prison...

and I'm tired of losing
everybody that ever
gave a damn about me.

And I'm tired of
your constant bitching.

I just wanna go home.

I want my life back.

Duela: I found something.

Hold onto
your asses, guys,

because this is gonna
change the game. Yes...

Ladies and gentlemen...

Bat-Brat was a member

of the Never Get Laid Brigade.

[Laughter]

No, no.
Let me see that.

[Laughter]

So embarrassing.

[Indistinct chatter]

Guys?

What?

Reporter: Gotham is
once again in mourning

as Mayor Hamilton Hill
is laid to rest

after his shocking murder.

For a city that seems to be
running out of heroes,

it hasn't forgotten
DA Harvey Dent's

heroic takedown
of the Mutant Gang

during the terrifying
hostage situation

of the Founders' Gala.

Dent remains
the frontrunner in the race

to elect Gotham's new mayor.

However, a new candidate

has thrown his hat in the ring--

industrialist Lincoln March.

Well, if Harvey Dent

is as committed
to fixing this city

as he claims to be,

then why has he allowed

Bruce Wayne's killers
to remain at large?

Now, is that really
what Gotham City needs?

Just another
two-faced politician?

[Groans]

Ohh. Ahh.

There you are.
I've been looking
for you everywhere.

Ahh. Thank you.

Same clothes as yesterday.
Interesting night?

You may want to freshen up
before you head
to the briefing.

What time is that?

5 minutes ago.

What is it?

It's not my key.

Guess you did have
an interesting night.

Stop it.

And now you're
6 minutes late.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, if you're looking
for a connection between

the Court of Owls
and Alan Wayne's death,

I think X marks the spot.

Oh, Little
Miss Wire Cutter's
got jokes.

Should get you
an open mic night at
the Iceberg Lounge.

Hopefully,
you won't bomb.

A lot of words
to say thank you.

Maybe this is
some signature weapon

that's been passed
from assassin
to assassin for decades,

and if it was used
on us and Alan Wayne,

then maybe it was
used on others?

Is that crazy?

In his journals,
my dad said that he
suspected the Court

had been responsible
for decades worth
of murders.

I kinda wonder
if there are more
accidentally dead bodies

with strange scars
out there.

We'd have to access

all of the GCPD
autopsy records to find out.

It's gonna take me
a lot of trips.

No.

Just one.

It's called
a rubber ducky.

It'll give us
remote access.

A little juice of
the bean for the sarge.

You're learning, rook.
What can I do you for?

Just returning this
to Records.

Well, get to it, son.

Uh!

Mr. Dent.

Harvey's there?

I--I'm so sorry.

Me and the boys
appreciate everything

that you're doing
for the city.

You've got my vote.

You all stay safe
out there.

We'll try.

Stephanie on radio: Nice save.

Heading
to the server room.

Which is more like
a server closet.

Stephanie: OK,
pop the rubber ducky
into the main server.

The program
will self-initiate download.

Got remote access.
We're in.

And I'm out.

OK. Searching for...

accidental deaths or suicides.

Cross-referencing
with anomalous cross-like scars.

This may
take a minute.

[Computer beeping]

Or not.

[Beeping continues]

Whoa.

Looks like Dad was right.

Stephanie:
These cases span decades

and multiple jurisdictions.

Which is why nobody
noticed the pattern
until now.

So, the Court has been
killing people
for over 100 years,

making them look like
accidents or suicides?

This is gonna take us
days to go through.

Well, when was
the last body found?

Two weeks ago.

You're kidding.
That's the same day
I was arrested.

A lawyer shot himself
in Robinson Park.

"Witnesses say
he was suffering

"from paranoid delusions

or some form
of psychotic break."

Sound familiar?

Yeah. So does the name.

Pericles Jones.

He was one of
my dad's lawyers,

one of the ones
he trusted the most.

Why would the Court
target him?

Maybe he knew too much.

Which means we gotta
find out what he knew.

You want to break
into that lawyer's house?

Yeah. You think
you can give me

a crash course
in lock picking?

Ooh, look at you,
thinking like

a criminal.
It's so cute.

What do you think
you're gonna find?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe something
that'll point us
toward the Court

and why they
wanted him dead.

Anyway, gotta
follow all leads.

I'm coming with you.

I've gotten you in
enough trouble already.

Maybe see what you
can find out about

our mystery knife--
where it came from?

I can stay and do that.

In that case,
I'm team breaking
and entering.

Easier for me to
pick the lock than
teach you how.

I'll help you
with that knife.

Where do we start?

By asking an expert
in the sharp and pointy.

[Dog barking]

Ohh. Rich people can always
afford the toughest locks.

Be glad I came along
instead of your girlfriend.

She's not
my girlfriend.

Hmm. You have better
taste than I thought.

OK, what is it you have
against Stephanie?

She's risking a lot
to help us.

[Sighs] Your not-girlfriend
just about got me killed

while she was busy
cosplaying rebel.

You sure
that's the reason?

What are you,
my therapist?

Look, it just seems like
you two are a lot alike.

You're both literal geniuses,

incredibly stubborn.

And if I just had
a celebrity dad

and a multimillion-dollar
trust fund,

we could be twinsies.

[Lock bolt retracts]

Another yearbook?

Hmm. Guess you
could say that.

A yearbook for
serial killers.

Superlatives include

best strangling
technique...
[Mock choking]

most limbs
hacked off.
And that's not all.

Let me see. Oh.
Felix Harmon.

He was a famous
knife thrower

in Haly's Circus
in the early 1900s.

You know, where they--
they spin the woman
upside down

and then they
throw knives blindfolded
and try not to hit her.

Well, Felix was the best.

Never stabbed a woman.
Not once.

Well, at least not
during work hours.

You see, Felix
was also known as

the Butcher of Gotham,

a serial killer,
who terrorized

the gaslit streets
of Gotham

by dismembering
his victims
bit by bit,

right down
to cutting out

their little,
pink tongues.

Guess you could say
his weapon of choice

allowed him to mix
business with pleasure.

Those look exactly
like the knives
the Talon used.

[Claps hands]
Yes. Thank you.

See, I knew I'd seen
this knife before,

and then
I remembered where.

My dad told me
about this book.

Pretty sure he just
wanted me to read
the parts about him,

but, uh,
I was always drawn
to dear old Felix.

So, what happened
to dear old Felix?

Oh. Caught and executed
in the city square.

Always did
love an audience.

OK, so,
how did the Talon

get ahold of knives
belonging to a serial killer

who's been dead
for almost 100 years?

This says Felix Harmon
had a daughter.

Hmm. She must be part
Galapagos turtle,

because she is
still alive.

Goes by
Eunice Monroe now.

Wait. She changed Harmon
but stuck with Eunice?

[All chuckle]

Yup. Currently resides at

the Robinson Park
Nursing Home.

Hmm.

Well. I wonder
if the old biddy knows

how Daddy's cutlery
made it

into the hands of
the Talon.

[Door creaks]

Harper:
Looks like someone
had a similar idea.

I think we were
planning on being
a little more subtle.

[Gun cocks]

Man: Turn around slowly,

or I'll paint the walls
with your insides.

Wait.

You're Bruce Wayne's kid.

What the hell are you
doing in my father's house?

Looking for answers.
You gotta believe me.

I don't think your dad
chose to kill himself.

No kidding.

Suddenly goes insane?

Trashes this place?

Your dad did this?

Right before somebody
made him want

to blow his brains out
in broad daylight.

I think whoever
killed my father

was responsible for
your dad's death, too.

And who would that be?

The Court of Owls.

So, you know
about them?

No.

Clearly, my dad did.

[Knock knock]
Evening, Commissioner.

Anything new on
the mayor's death?

Well, the "Gazette"
has a source who says

the bomb found
in Mayor Hill's limo,

same type the Mutants
threatened to set off
at the gala.

So, what's your
best guess here?

Mutant Gang could've
used the gala

as a distraction
to plant a bomb
in the mayor's car.

And why do you not
look convinced?

[Sighs]
Close the door.

They found this
in the mayor's limo.

It's the same type of coin
that was found
on Bruce Wayne's body.

Hmm.

You think the murders
are connected?

Could be. Could be
the Mutant Gang

trying to copycat.

What do you know about
the Court of Owls?

Should I check
under my bed

for monsters before
I answer that?

Come on. I'm serious.

It's an old-timey
nursery rhyme.

Don't hear it
much anymore.

Every once in a while,
some perp

will try to use it
as a catch-all excuse.

"Wasn't me.
The Court of Owls
did it."

Yeah, but how many of them

leave coins
like these behind?

Turner: Do you have
any idea why the Court

would want to kill your dad?

Can't help but think
that it has

something to do
with the fact that
two days before

Bruce Wayne
was murdered,

he came here...

to meet with
my dad in secret.

Do you know what for?

To change his will.

They worked on it
all day.

The police told me
he was planning
on changing his will,

but he died
before he could.

That's not true.
My dad tried to tell
that to the police,

even called
the lead detective.

Ford?

Yeah. That's the guy.

My dad told him
that it wasn't true

that your father
was planning

to cut you out
of his will.

Then hours later,
my dad starts
acting crazy,

ranting, raving,
tearing the place
apart.

And not long after--

he was dead.

Do you know what changes
they did make to the will?

No. Your father took
the only copy.

But as he was leaving,
I heard my dad tell him

that what
he was doing

was gonna
change everything,

and that he was
about to become

the greatest man in
the history of Gotham.

I think whatever
was in that will

got both
our fathers killed.

Their entire argument
is that my dad

was gonna cut me
out of his will,

which, apparently,
is why I hired
you guys to kill him.

But if we can get
our hands
on that will,

it'll prove he
didn't cut me out.

Then there's no motive.
Their case against us
starts to fall apart.

There must be a copy
of it somewhere.

There's only the original,

and, apparently, my dad
took that with him.

Well, what would
he do with it?

I don't know, but I do
know someone who might.

Cressida.

She was my dad's attaché.

What makes you think she's
not gonna call the cops?

She's the closest thing
to family I have left.

When I was 12, my dad
was away on business,

and I thought it
would be a good idea

to take out his favorite
vintage car for a joyride.

It wasn't.
Banged it up pretty good,

and I knew
I'd be dead meat,

but when my dad got home,
instead of telling him
what really happened,

Cressida took the blame.

I'll never forget that.

She's always
looked out for me.

Still, it's a risk.

I know, which is
why I'm going alone.

Are we any closer
to figuring out
how the Talon ended up

with knives belonging to
a long-dead serial killer?

That is what
I'm going to ask

Felix Harmon's
daughter.

Nursing home
visiting hours start
in about 15 minutes.

And I'm going
with her.

Harper: Nice wig.

Duela: What? You know,
Eunice and I

happen to have
a lot in common, OK?

Both daughters
of serial killers.

I'm sure we're
gonna have a lot
to talk about.

I'll be doing
all the talking.

Thank you.

Hi. We're here to see
Eunice Monroe.

We're from Gotham Academy
doing community service.

You know, reading
to old people.

Sign in.
Down the hall,

second door
to the right.

Thanks.

Harvey.

Lincoln.

Do you have a minute?
I need to talk to you.

What is it?
Your internal polling

come back less
than you'd hoped?

This isn't about
the election.

I, uh...
I need your help.

What is it?

Is it true
that Bruce Wayne
and Mayor Hill

both received
antique coins before
they were killed?

Where'd you hear that?

You're not the only one with
an in at the GCPD, Harvey.

I can't discuss
an ongoing case.

You know that.

Look, I'm not
asking for the gossip.

I'm asking because...

[Chuckles]

because I
got one, too.

I just need to know.

Am I in danger?

Mrs. Monroe?

It's, uh, Miss Monroe.
Heh heh heh.

I never married.

But, please,
call me Eunice.

We're doing a project
for school,

and we were hoping
you could tell us

what it was like
growing up in old Gotham.

Heh. Oh, there's
so much to tell.

You must have so many
interesting stories.

[Sighs]
Oh, honestly,

I wouldn't know
where to begin.

Uh, well, we could start
with what it was like

having your pops be
the Butcher of Gotham.

You know, we don't
have a lot of time here,

and, frankly, I don't
think she does, either, so--

We're not supposed
to talk about that.

[Whispers]
It's a secret.

[Whispers]
Well, we love secrets.

And we know
just how to keep them.

[Chuckles]

What do you want
to know about Papa?

[Both chuckling]

Here's what I don't get.

All of the Talon's
victims had sudden bouts
of dementia or insanity

with no prior history
just before they died.

So either being
attacked by the Talon

is so scary
that it literally
drives you wackadoo--

I'm not gonna lie. He is
a big ol' pile of scary.

Or...

the Talon's knives
are laced with
some kind of toxin,

a hallucinogenic
maybe.

None of the cuts
were deep enough
to kill,

but maybe he dipped
them in something

that made
his victims
lose their minds.

Cullen: I buy it.

It--my dad's an alcoholic.

When he drank, he just
became a different person.

I mean, he wasn't great
to begin with, but...

add alcohol
and he was screaming
and smashing everything.

But when he sobered up--

All apologetic,

promises it'll
never happen again,

buys you stuff
to make up for it.

You know,
we should check
if the autopsies showed

any strange
chemicals or drugs
in their systems.

Eunice: As a child, my father
was always traveling

with the circus.

Ohh.

I loved the beautiful
costumes, the spectacle,

but I especially
loved the music.

Heh. I so rarely saw Papa,

but he knows how much
I loved the music.

He never forgets.

And even though he was
traveling with his act,

he managed to watch over me.

Hmm.

He still does.

And he sends me
these music boxes

to add to my collection.

Sends?

Eunice: Yes.

This one's my favorite.
[Chuckles]

Of course, I always
like the newest ones best.

[Music plays]

Did your dad give away
other things of his?

Like, I don't know,
say, his knives?

[Closes music box,
music stops]

Excuse me?

You know, the ones he--
[Mock choking]

carved people up with.
[Chuckles]

I mean, Butcher of Gotham
and all.

'Cause there is
actually somebody
out there right now

doing very bad things
with them.

Such a crude name.

Papa never
butchered anyone

despite what
the papers said.

You...
I'm a little chilly.

Can we get my blanket?

Yes. Of course.

Papa was always
so precise.

He used to dissect his prey

with the skill of
the finest surgeon

in all of Gotham.

Hmm.

Let me tell you
another secret.

Papa didn't cut
their tongues out

to keep the bystanders
from hearing their screams.

[Chuckling]
That's absurd.

I mean, you can scream
perfectly well
without a tongue.

[Laughter]

No. It was
their insipid pleas

to spare their lives
he couldn't tolerate.

His victims got
what they deserved...

just like you.

[Duela grunting]

Papa will be quite
displeased with you

for tricking me into
saying things I shouldn't.

Beware the Court of Owls,

that watches all the time.

Eunice: Ruling Gotham
from their shadowed perch

behind granite and lime.

They watch you at your hearth.
They watch you at your bed.

Speak not
a whispered word of them,

or they'll send
the Talon for your head!

[Floorboards creaking]

Turner.

Oh, my God.

Turner, how did you
get in here?

I've been sneaking
in and out of here
since I was 9.

I've missed this place.

Are you all right?

As all right as someone
wanted for murder can be.

[Sighs]

Do you have any idea
how worried I've been?

Why didn't you
come to me sooner?

I didn't want
to drag you into this.

And...

well, I thought maybe

you believed what they
said about me was true.

Turner.

I know you.

You loved your father.

I know you'd never do
anything to hurt him.

Thank you.

For what?

Believing in me.

There's nothing I
wouldn't do for you.

Good, because...

I think I know a way

that you can help me
prove I'm innocent.

Whatever you need.
You're home now.

I'm not seeing any
hallucinogenics coming
from these autopsies,

but a lot of them have
trace amounts of
an unknown substance.

What does that mean?

It means the body metabolized
some kind of drug,

breaking it down, so we
can't know what it is.

Certain drugs, like opiates,
break down really quickly,

so after a while,
they won't even show up
on a drug test.

I watch a lot of true crime.

It's OK. You don't
have to do that.

What?

Make excuses.

I mean, I know
what it's like.

I actually do love
true crime.

And my mom's an addict.

Pills, mostly.

That's why you're working
on this so late with me?

You don't want
to go home?

Not until she's passed out.

Nobody knows...

not even Turner.

I'm not saying anything.

But, you know, if you
ever do need someone to
talk to about anything,

I...

I'm literally not
going anywhere, so...

Dent: Checking out
item 4926-81.

OK.

Uh, item 4926-81?

It's an Athenian coin

connected with
the Bruce Wayne case.

Sorry. Do you mean
checking back in?

You already
checked it out.

What do you mean?

Um...

right there.

You already
signed it out.

That doesn't make any sense.

No. I'm telling you,
she had that crazy
old woman strength.

Cullen: That's not a thing.
Carrie: Oh, it's a thing.

Stephanie: This can't
be a coincidence.

Eunice Monroe associated
with the Court of Owls?

Mm-hmm. She was
off her rocker, man.

She kept insisting that
her dearly departed daddy

was still sending her
little presents.

So the Court is having
someone bring her trinkets

to make her think
her dad is still alive?

Why would they
do that?

I don't know why,

but I think
I know who.

Stephanie: Cressida Clarke.

Cressida: So your father
did change his will?

In secret.

And he didn't make any
copies, just the original,

which I think
he brought back here.

Do you have any idea
where he might have put it?

There are a few places
I could check.

I won't be a moment.

[Cell phone vibrates]

Hey.

Turner, you need to
get out of there right now.

What? Wh--
what do you mean?

Cressida is one of them.
She's working with
the Court of Owls.

That's impossible.

[Gun cocks]

Hang up the phone.

Turner?

I must say,
your detective work

to this point
has been impressive.

Your father would be proud.

I'm sorry it had
to come to this.

The phone, if you please.

I trusted you.

So did my dad.

Have you been working
for them the whole time?

Please.

I never meant for
any of this to happen.

Did you do it?

Did you
kill my father?

You have to understand,

one does not
defy the Court.

They're too powerful.
They'll kill me.

Not if I do it first.

Please, Turner,
I did not kill him.

Turner: You're lying.
Cressida: I didn't.

I helped the Court...

by making his death
possible.

How?

I slipped a toxin
into his food,

a small amount at a time,

just enough to weaken him
to dull his reflexes.

And then they
sent the Talon.

You know the rest.

Why did they do it?

Gotham is their city.

Your father was
a threat to that.

And what about me?

You were...

collateral damage.

Give me one good
reason I shouldn't
kill you right now.

I can't.

But please understand

I never meant
to hurt you.

I always cared
about you.

Everything about you
has been a lie.

Do you expect me
to believe that?

No, but it is true.

Man: She's telling
the truth.

Ms. Clarke has always spoken
very highly of you.

In fact, she's quite
vocally petitioned the Court

to spare your life.

And why is that?

We have misjudged you,
Mr. Hayes.

You've proven to be
quite formidable

as well as resilient,

qualities the Court
holds in high regard.

Swear your loyalty
to us,

and you will rise
to such heights

that the pain
and misery of this world

will be
but a distant memory.

The charges against you
will be dropped,
your name cleared.

You will once again be
a prince of Gotham

and so much more.

All we ask in return
is your loyalty.

You killed my father.
You destroyed my life.

You expect me
to forget that

and just let you
get away with it?

The Court
will get away with it

no matter what you do
or don't do.

How can I trust you
to honor your word?

The fact that you're
still breathing

is all the proof
you need.

However, membership
into this family

does not
come without a price.

Right. Loyalty.

Tell us where we can find
the 3 remaining fugitives.

You're asking me
to betray them?

Do it.

It's the only way
to save your life.

Then it's not
a life worth saving.

How disappointing

but, sadly, expected.

If you're determined
to die in the gutter
you came from,

the Court
will oblige you.

[Grunting]

Uh!

[Rapid beeping]

Come on.

[Explosion]

Which way now?

Follow me.

[Grunting]

Carrie: Get ready to run.

[Yells]

I've been replaying
the last 10 years

over and over in my head.

Every kind word
she ever said to me,

every homework assignment
she helped me with...

every time she sat
with me when my dad
was working late...

every one of them
was a lie.

'Cause all that time,

Cressida was plotting
to murder my dad.

"The Owls are in the house."

It was a warning.

Alan Wayne said it

and Pericles Jones.

And it was true.

The Court was in my house...

and I was too blind
to see it.

My dad, too...

because
we trusted her.

We all did.

I'm not OK, Stephanie.

It's all right
not to be.

I had it in my head
I could go back
to my old life...

that I could go home.

How could I be so wrong?

Because you're human.

Anybody would want that.

She was the last piece of
family I had left, Steph.

I know.

But that doesn't
mean you're alone.

You still have me

and you've got those
weirdos downstairs, too.

Heh.

This is the part where
you're supposed to
make me feel better.

Hey, I'm working
with what I got.

Are pizza empanadas
different than calzones?

Why don't you
ask your new friend?

Stephanie?

You know, she's pretty
cool if you actually
get to know her.

I don't want
to get to know her.

Why not?

Because in another life,
I would be her.

What?

I am just as smart
and just as capable as her,

but she got born
into a better Zip code

and has everything
I ever wanted--

teachers who give a crap,
fast track to MIT,

parents who didn't
abandon her,

a life where she
doesn't have to fight
for every damn thing,

where you get judged
for who you are
and not where you are.

And every time
I look at her,

I see what I could have been
just staring back at me.

Harper.

Luckily for you,
I know who you are,

all right, and it's
pretty amazing.

And the person
you're gonna be...

off the frickin' charts.

Who Stephanie is
isn't gonna change that.

Just so you know,

she doesn't exist
to make you feel bad.

Her life definitely
isn't perfect.

Yeah, right.

Get to know her.

Don't judge her the
way others judge us.

OK?

[Thunder]

Soto: Forensics finished
up their analysis
of the mayor's limo.

No fingerprints
other than the mayor's,

no DNA.

I don't see
any pry marks.

Do we know
how the bomber
got inside?

Well, according
to the mayor's
security detail,

there is a key
unaccounted for.

If we find the key, that
could lead us to the killer.

[Cell phone rings]

Soto.

It's the lab.

Mm-hmm.

What'd you find?

All right.

[Soto speaking,
indistinct]

[Clank]

[Music playing]

Did you steal
from an old lady?

No. I stole from
a crazy old lady.
[Laughs]

And you know what,
I deserve it

after what she
put us through.

All my dad ever gave me
was a bloody playing card.

I mean, her dad
was a rampaging psycho,

and yet he managed
to look after her.

She still got
her yolk scrambled.

[Chuckles]

I'm glad
you came along.

Now hand it over.

Seriously? You're
gonna return it?

No. I have a better idea.

I'm gonna check it
for prints.

Stephanie: OK, eliminating
nursing home staff,

eliminating Eunice.

You'd think someone
with "nice"
in their name

wouldn't be
so creepy.

[Bones crack]

[Computer beeps]
Got a match.

Duela.

[Bones cracking]

OK, last one.

It's only a partial print,

so it may not be enough
for us to get a match.

The Butcher of Gotham
was executed almost
a hundred years ago.

How the hell is
he the Talon?

[Loud, raspy breathing]

Greg, move your head.