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Previously on
"Gotham Knights"...

Duela: We've been set up.

Turner: We're gonna find
who really killed my dad

and clear our names.

Cullen: How did
the Talon get ahold
of the knives

belonging
to a serial killer

who's been dead for
almost 100 years?

This says Felix Harmon
had a daughter.

Beware The Court of Owls.

Speak not a whispered word
of them

or they'll send the Talon
for your head...

Mayor Hill: No!

Commissioner Soto:
Well, according to
the mayor's security detail,

there is a key
unaccounted for.

That could lead us
to the killer.

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

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

Turner: All that time,

Cressida was plotting
to murder my dad.

She was the last piece
of family I had left.

[Blues music playing]

[Laughter, indistinct chatter]

Bartender: Gentlemen.

What can I get ya?

Whiskey neat, right?
Or was it scotch?

Just the cash.

Yeah. Yeah.

[Typing on cash register
keyboard]

[Register bell rings]

You're short.

Business has
been slow.

You know how it is.

We'll get you the rest.
I-I promise.

We just need a little bit
more time. Please.

I would. I would,

only the boss
don't accept IOUs.

[Lighter clicks]

Bartender:
No. Oh, no, no, no.
Please, please don't.

This place is
all we've got!

Not anymore.

No! No! No!
[Man chuckles]

[Alarm clock ringing]

[Ringing stops]

[Door opens]

Oh, good.
You're awake.

Barely. Good morning.

You're 15.

Since when do you need
to drink coffee?

Since sleeping in
on a Saturday
became a crime

and the punishment is
SAT prep class.

Oh, you groan now,
but you'll thank me later.

You know
what I always say.

If you stay ready...

Both: You don't have
to get ready.

Yeah. I know.

Why are your shoes
so dirty?

Um...I volunteered to help
the agriculture club.

Well, just make sure
you don't track

your volunteering
all over the house.

You want to do
takeout tonight?

That way, you'll have
leftovers tomorrow
when I'm on shift.

I thought you were coming
to my school tomorrow.

We have that
Parents' Sunday Luncheon.

Oh, shoot.
That's right.

No, I'll--I'll see if I
can get a shift change.

No. it's OK.
It'll be the same

dog and pony show
as last year.

No. It's important that
I show up to these things.

I miss one event,
and that becomes my label--

the mother who never
shows up for her daughter.

Your label will always
be "badass mom who saves
lives on the regular"

in my book.

Yeah, I'm working on
a shorter label.

[Chuckles]

Go on!
Go save lives.

Dr. Kelley: Love you.
Carrie: Love you, too.

[Door closes]

I've got something.

OK. Let me try this again.

I brought doughnuts.

Duela: Someone turn her down.

Turner: Tell me
you found an explanation

for how a century-old,

supposedly dead,
serial killer

left fresh fingerprints on
Eunice Monroe's music box.

He's a vampire?

Vampires aren't real.

Well, neither was
Killer Croc

until he crawled out
of a storm drain, so,

break out the garlic
and the holy water.

That fingerprint
has to be a fluke.

It's literally
impossible for
Felix Harmon

to be the Talon.

OK, but even if he is,

we dropped the whole
Batcave on his ass.

Is it too much
to hope that we

don't need to worry
about him anymore?

I don't know.
If he really is

130 years old
and still in fighting shape,

who knows what
he can survive.

Yeah. Bad boys
from beyond the grave?

Not my wheelhouse.

But I did dig up
a lead we can follow--

Cressida's finances.

So, not a grave but
probably just as dirty.

Yup. Since Cressida's name

kept showing up on that
nursing home sign-in sheet,

paying a visit to
the Talon's daughter,

I thought, What if
she's also paying

for dear old Eunice's
stay there?

Yeah, that makes sense.

But she's not. Well,
at least not directly.

She wouldn't want
a financial tie
because she's smart.

Yeah. Smart enough
to worm her way
into my dad's life.

Pretending to
care about us.

So, uh, who is paying

for the old gal's stay
at the nursing home?

Something called
"G&S Limited Holdings
and Acquisitions."

What's that?

I think it's a shell
company, a fake.

Probably controlled
by The Court

to pay for things
they don't want
traceable back to them.

But I may
have hacked my way

into getting
their tax returns.

Harper: Oh.

Which one of
your boy-toys

is gonna take
the fall for that?

I hope he's as cute
as the last one.

Whatever this company is,
it's taking in a lot of money.

Does this company
have an address?

Harvey?

I'm sorry to show up
unannounced like this.

What can I do for you,
Mrs. March?

So formal. Then I'll
cut to the chase.

[Door closes]

I know my husband
came to see you
a few days ago.

Was it about us?

That was years ago,
Rebecca.

There is no "us"
for Lincoln to ask about.

Rebecca: You know that's not--
Harvey: We discussed the need

to step up security
after what happened
to Mayor Hill.

That's all.

But I think it's best...

for you and I
to keep our distance.

Neither campaign
needs the mess.

"Mess."

You sure know how
to give a girl perspective.

Can we just be pleasant
for the press
and otherwise stay away?

Give Lincoln my best.

You tell him.

Apparently,
I was never here.

Cullen: This is G&S
Holdings and Acquisitions?

Apparently so.

Oh, boy.

What? You know
this place?

Unfortunately.

Harper: Yup.

Those guys are
McKillens--

city's most
dangerous mob.

Drug trafficking,
smuggling,

running
protection rackets.

Not good people.

How do you know
it's them?

I, uh, kinda
dated one.

You what?

Well, this just got juicy.

Stephanie: So,
what did you guys find?

Cullen: Why don't
you ask Harper?

Because she seems to know
a lot about what we saw.

It's a McKillen
shipping yard.

I know because
I dated one.

There. Now you're
caught up.

I remember Dylan
mentioning

they laundered
money for some
pretty bad people.

Oh, and that wasn't
a red flag for you?

Stephanie:
Wait, wait. I'm sorry.

His name
is Dylan McKillen?

The point is,
only the boss

actually knew who they
were laundering money for.

Whoever it was,
they were that dangerous.

The Court of Owls?

Harper: That could explain
how the McKillens

have stayed untouchable
for so many years.

Probably getting protection
from The Court

in exchange for
laundering their cash.

With that much money
being funneled through

so many shell companies,
the McKillens

have to have some system
to keep track of it all.

Records like that
could directly prove

The Court is real
and involved

with the biggest
crime ring in Gotham.

We'd take down The Court
and the McKillens.

I can hack them.

See if I could
get ahold
of those records.

Do you really think
an organized crime ring

would be dumb enough
to keep digital records?

For security, it's
probably all hard copy.

Duela: Well, OK,
so, what? What?

We just walk up to
the McKillens and we say,

"One criminal ledger, please"?

No. We're gonna
rob the mob.

Carrie: "Rob the mob"?

Since when are we
letting Duela come up
with all the plans?

Actually, this
one's all Turner.

[Laughs]
Congrats, Turner.

You're officially crazier
than the Crazy One.

Turner: It's not crazy.
Carrie: Fine. Reckless.

Think about it.
The upside of this
could be huge.

Take down the McKillens
and take down The Court.

I mean, the McKillens
leach off the poorest
people in the city.

They target The Narrows
the most, right?

Yeah. Thanks
for the guilt.

OK, what Turner's
trying to say

is that if we
find the ledger,

we could follow
the flow of money

to understand what
The Court is up to.

Maybe even find proof
to clear our names.

Stephanie:
We could go today,
if we didn't have

that stupid Parents'
Luncheon thing.

I have to give a speech.
It's a whole deal.

Actually,
my mom has a shift,

so, she wouldn't
really know if I ditch.

So, you're in?

Storming a mob stronghold
in broad daylight?

What could go wrong?

Harper says today's when
security at McKillen HQ
will be the lightest.

Apparently, McKillens take
their Sunday churchgoing
pretty seriously.

Stephanie: As any good
Irish Catholic mobster does.

To pull this off,
we're gonna need
a few prayers of our own.

Man: Thank you.
Woman: Anytime.

[Phone ringing]

Chase.

Harvey. Hi.

Can I talk to you
for a second?

Ha ha ha!
You gonna ask

for a campaign
donation?

I'll settle for
your professional
opinion on something.

Come on in.

How can I help?

I've got a possible
suspect in a case

who woke up
in possession of

a piece of evidence--

one that could possibly
tie him to the crime,

except he doesn't
remember how it got there.

Says he's been
experiencing missing time

and possibly doing things
that he doesn't remember.

And you believe him?

I do.

I don't think that

he would have
any reason to lie.

People don't always need
a reason, Harvey.

This guy's
telling the truth.

Or at least he
thinks he is.

What do you mean?

I'm wondering
if he could
be suffering

from something like
identity dysmorphia.

Like the kind
your father suffered from?

Harvey, we've known
each other for a long time.

I can't help you
unless you're

being completely honest
with me.

What do you mean?

Are we really talking
about a suspect?

Am I really
that bad of a liar?

[Chuckles softly]

I mean, I actually think
that's a good quality

for Gotham's next mayor.

Now, tell me what's
really going on.

Harper:
So, this freight yard
is McKillen HQ,

and this charming
concrete depot

is where they do
their...money stuff.

They have
pretty heavy security

surrounding it
at all times.

So, how were you
in there before?

Dylan and I
hung out there.

That's code
for getting b--

Thank you. We know.

Still doesn't explain.

Dylan had a key.

He's kind of the boss' son.

Oh. OK.
That's hot.

Great. Because
it's not enough
you dated a mobster.

It had to be
the riskiest one
possible.

Doesn't change the fact
that we still need
to get into the place.

So, if anyone else
has anything else
to add that is not

about my relationship
with Dylan,

please speak now.

Well, if trucks are
constantly going

in and out through
the yard every day...

Then maybe we can
hitch a ride.

[Indistinct chatter]

Woman: So, then we finally
find the resort

after hours spent hiking
in the wrong direction.

Oh, if only Arthur
had just listened to me

when I said that
we should go left.

You know, but at least
we got our steps in, right?

Probably for the year.

[Laughter]

Stephanie: Hey, Mom.
Mom: Mm.

Stephanie.
Excuse me, guys.

Got you
a club soda.

Mm.

You're an angel,
as everyone keeps saying.

All this glowing talk about
you has got me parched.

They're probably
just kissing up

to their favorite
celebrity donor.

No, no, no.
It's all true.

I am proud of you.

So, you ready for
your big speech?

Uh, more or less.

Oh, please.

You are
your father's daughter.

You're gonna be great.

Break a leg, sweetie.

Thanks, Mom.

Man on radio: I'm
looking at it right now.
It went out this morning...

Harper: If the ledger
is anywhere,

it would be
in that warehouse.

So, what do we do now?

I think if we stay low
and head east--

Turner!

Man on radio:
Delivery should be arriving.

Copy that.

[Grunting]

Harper: Are you
kidding me?

He could've radioed
the other guards.

And now he's sleeping
on the job.

Can we just hurry
and get the door open?

[Sighs]
Oh, my God.

Come on, Freek.
[Beeping]

Frequency finder.

Trying to find
the right frequency
to open the bay door.

[Beeping stops, chirps]

Carrie:
Outside's clear.

Gonna make sure
we're alone in here.

Cullen: Bingo.

[Humming, whirring]

Well, looks like we got
what we came here for.

Let's get out of here.

All right.
Where's Duela?

Duela: Over here...

with all of this.

[Duela laughing]

Ha ha! I should've
worn something
with more pockets.

Jeez. I'm rich.
I'm rich!

Carrie: It's not yours.

Ah. My God,
you're right,
Little Bird.

I'm so sorry.
We are rich.

No. No, Duela,
this is, like, dirty money.

This has been taken
from innocent people,

small businesses
in the neighborhood.

Right. Exactly.
So, why should we let

the McKillens keep it?

OK. We don't have time
to debate this.

Harper: 16 rows across,
all stacks of hundreds.

Look at the volume here.

There's gotta be at least
$30 million.

Ohh!

The McKillen
protection racket is good
but not this good.

What does that mean?

This has to be Court
money that the McKillens
are laundering for them.

OK, so, it's
clean dirty money.

Still not a reason
to take it.

Not not a reason
to take it.

Thank you.
See, guys,

come on,
come on.

We gotta hit 'em
where it hurts
the most,

their pockets.

[Chuckles weakly]

We can't leave it
here, so, what do
we do with it?

Man: Better
question is...

what am I gonna do
about you?

[Pistol cocks]

Harper?

Harper: Dylan!

How was church?

Good afternoon, everyone.
On behalf of the student body,

I'd like to welcome you

to the Gotham Academy
Annual Parents' Luncheon.

For over a century,
the Academy has shaped

the minds and careers
of Gotham's

most prominent citizens,

and our city's next generation
of leaders is--

um...and our city's
next generation of leaders

is right here
on this very campus.

Why do I have the key,

and why did I
wake up in City Hall

with no memory
of how I got there?

If I--if I--if I can't
remember anything,

then I don't have
any alibi.

So, what is the more
likely scenario?

That you have
a homicidal alter ego

who assassinated
the mayor in the most
byzantine manner possible,

yet neglected to remove
the one piece of evidence

tying you to the murder,

or that the car keys
of a man

that you work with closely
on a daily basis

accidentally got mixed up
with your own?

Sure, right.
If you put it that way.

Harvey, I think what
you're really afraid of

is becoming
like your father.

The man brutalized you
for years.

And then he would have
no memory of it.

He made you doubt
your own sanity,
just like you're doing now.

Yeah, but now I have
good reason to.

This is not
normal, Chase.

Who knows what
could be happening,

what I could be doing
during these gaps
in my memories,

[Sigh]
who I could be?

What do you mean by that?

OK.

Look at my father.

One minute, the man

was an abusive monster.

I mean, he would--
he would beat me

if I missed a few
notes at piano

or I spilled soda
on my shirt

or sometimes...

just for
no reason at all.

And then...
[Snaps fingers]

just like that,

he would snap
right back to
this perfect dad,

who was warm
and loving and...

caring, even.

And he would look around
like, "What happened?

"Who tore up
your sheet music?

Why are you
crying, Harvey?"

And, "How'd you get that
bruise on your face?"

And he would
just rush over

and make sure I was OK,

and I knew that
he loved me and...

I loved him.

But that monster...

that was just as real.

Harvey.

Just because you are
experiencing memory loss

does not mean
you inherited your
father's disorder.

In fact, it is
highly unlikely.

A disorder like his
typically manifests

at a much earlier age.

You'd know by now
if you had it.

Then what the hell
is happening to me?

Our bodies are
very smart,

and sometimes,
when you're overwhelmed,

your brain senses a threat

and it shuts down
that part of itself
to protect you.

It's a trauma response.

There's really
nothing--

nothing you're
concerned about here?

I think your anxiety
is off the charts.

I'm gonna write you
a prescription

to help you manage it.

And then I am going
to write a check

for a campaign donation.

[Tears paper]

Gotham needs you,
Harvey.

It's been an honor
to speak to you all today,

and thank you again for coming
and for your continued support.

Whoo!

[Classical music playing,
indistinct chatter]

Excuse me. Great speech.

Do you know my daughter--
Carrie Kelley?

I can't seem
to find her anywhere.

Stephanie: Dr. Kelley.
Dr. Kelley: Yes.

Carrie is, uh,
around here somewhere,

um, and if I see her,
I will send her your way.

OK.

Man: Excuse me.
Dr. Kelley?

Dr. Kelley: Yes.
Man: Caleb Pearce.

Oh. So nice to see you.

You are Carrie's
history teacher.

Yes. Good memory.
[Both chuckle]

I was hoping to, um,
chat with the two of you.

Actually, I was just
looking for Carrie.

Have you seen her?

Not yet, no.

It's not like her to miss
something like this.

Well, that's actually
what I wanted
to talk to you about.

This kind of absence

has been a bit of
a pattern for her lately.

Harper: As you probably
heard from the news,

I was--we--were
wrongfully accused

of Bruce Wayne's murder,

and as we were getting
together a plan,

I was like, Hey,

you know who's
really good at smuggling

all sorts of stuff
outside of the city?

My good friend Dylan.

Friend? That's
not really the word

that I would use
to describe
our relationship,

but then again...

soon as you got
the money from
our job, you split.

Cullen: Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa. Back up. Job?

As in, you worked
for the mob?

We prefer
family business.

Harper: You're right,
Dylan. I...

wasn't committed enough
in our relationship,

but I guess
I didn't realize

how strongly
you felt about me.

That's the only reason
I said "friend" earlier.

Duela: Maybe you should stop
using the word "friend."

I trusted you,
Harper,

and you just left.

No warning,
no discussion.

Really messes with
a man's head, you know?

[Snickers softly]

You are completely correct.

You know she has
abandonment issues.

Probably explains
why she left so quick.

Sorry. Who are you?

Cullen, her brother.

You have a brother?

Never mentioned me, huh?

You know what,
Harper?

You treat people like
they're disposable.

You're always so focused
on the next thing.

You're so closed off,
I never even had
a chance.

I-I really
am sorry, Dylan.

Well, just like you're
not into commitment,

I'm not into apologies.

Lucky for you,

it's nothing
reward money can't fix.

Good news, boys.

We just caught
Bruce Wayne's killers.

Dylan on radio: We're
over in Warehouse Two.

[Banging on door]
Wait, Dylan, please.

You can't turn us in.

It's nothing personal.

Oh, wait.
That's right. It is.

Uhh!

[Both grunting]

Thank you.
I just couldn't listen
to this guy anymore.

[Indistinct shouting outside]

And it sounds like
we're about
to get company.

Man on radio:
Hey, Dylan, open up.

[Beeping]

OK. I just jammed
the door's frequency.

Better lock down
any other entry points,

make sure they
can't get in.

Mm-hmm. And now
we can't get out.

[Banging on door]
Man: Open up!

[Indistinct shouting]

Clingiest mobster ever.

[Banging on door]

That door's not gonna
hold them for long.

Hello. D-bags?

Now, unless you want
to explain to your boss

why her son is roasting
over a nice bonfire

made out of all this cash,

I kindly suggest
you back the hell off.

[Banging on door]

Man: Come on, stop!
[Banging stops]

[Indistinct conversation
outside]

Good thinking.
Bought us some time.

Yeah, but how much?

Long enough to tell
me about that
part-time mob job?

[Cell phone vibrating]

And, apparently,
my mom made it

to the Parents' Luncheon
after all.

Harper: Cullen, seriously,
now is the not the time

for any of this.

I mean,

what the hell
were you thinking?

Can we please
talk about this
when we're not

in a standoff
with armed gunmen, OK?

It was one time
over a year ago.

Trust me.
Just let it go.

Trust you?

Harper, you lied to me.

We swore we'd always
be honest with each other

because no one else was.

And I am, I swear,

but we needed the money,
and I knew you
wouldn't be on board,

so, better to ask for
forgiveness than permission.

You never asked me
for either.

I'm just finding out
about this now.

What else are you
not telling me?

Harper: Cullen.
Cullen: I mean, you just decided

to take this insane
risk by yourself,

and you were
so caught up with me
going into the GCPD,

saying it was dangerous
and all that.

How the hell is this
anything different?

Cullen,
you don't understand.

What did you possibly
think was worth getting
mixed up with the mob?

You, Cullen.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I did it for you.

I took the job

to pay for
your top surgery.

You told me you stole
that money from Dad.

Like he ever had
any money left

after the booze
and the horses.

I let you believe
it was from him

because I knew
you'd react this way
if you knew the truth.

[Laughs]

You guys are so fun.

Like, I-I remember
when I was your age.

Mm, the stuff we got up to.

Surprised I'm not in jail.

Stephanie: Excuse us.
Mom: Oh.

OK, Mom, I think it's
time to go home.

Hey. I just met
your friends.

They are so nice,
especially that Brody.

You want to
hang on to that boy.

Mom.

Well, he's better
than that Turner kid,

who had his
own father killed.

You looking for
pointers to use on me?

Don't tempt me.
[Mother chuckles]

I'm gonna call you
a cab.

Please. You know,
you couldn't be bothered

to bring me anything
better than a club soda,

so, I'm just fine
to drive, thank you.

Please. Mom.

[Shuts off engine]

[Cell phone vibrating]

Hello?

[Mozart's "Fantasia in D Minor"
playing]

Hello? Who is this?

[Music continues]

Hey. We can't just
wait them out forever.
What's the plan?

Uh, you could let him
take your hand in marriage

and become part of
the family.

[Cell phone vibrates]
Oh, no. It's my mom.

What? OK, well,
do not answer it.

Oh, no, I think
I have to,

or else she's
gonna know something's
up, so, just--

Duela: What?
Carrie: Hi, Mom.

I made it to school.
Where are you?

I'm at a study group.

Man on radio: You can't
stay in there forever.

What is that noise?

That doesn't sound
like studying to me.

Carrie: It's my study buddies.
They're crazy.

They're just, like,
really passionate about

the history of
the Irish Republican Army.

I switched to
the late shift tonight.

You better be back
by the time I get home.

I promise.

Bye. Bye.

[Sirens outside]

OK, OK, so, did things
just get better or worse?

The McKillens have cops
on their payroll.

Good morning, fellas.

Good morning.

Trust me, things
definitely just got worse.

Officer on P.A.:
This is the GCPD.

We can do this the peaceful way

or the fun way.

Your call.

Won't be long
before Gotham's Finest

comes bursting
through that door.

Well, being reckless
got us into this.

We're gonna have to be
reckless to get us out.

[P.A. system is enabled]

OK. You had your chance.
The fun way it is.

Officer: OK. Get ready, boys.

Let's go. Move!

They're burning the money!

Find them now!

[Man yells]

Uh! Uhh!

[Gunfire]

Uhh! They took
the damn money.

[Tires screeching]

Hang on.

Oh!

Duela: Easy! You know,
I'd like to be alive

to spend some of
this money, thank you.

Yeah, tell that
to them.

[Sirens]

Cullen: Are we outta there yet?
Harper: Working on it.

Turner: Floor it!

I've been flooring it.

[Sirens]

What's going on
up there?

They're coming up
too fast.

Well, if we can't speed up,
we're gonna

have to slow them down.

What the hell
are you doing?

-Uhh!
-Uhh!

Carrie, Carrie, no.
Stop it!

[Tires screech, horn honks]

No! What are
you doing?

Duela: Stop it.

You are literally
throwing money away.

If those cops catch us,
they're not gonna
let you keep it.

It is not
our money to keep.

It is the people
of Gotham's.

Duela: No! No!
Cullen: No. Duela!

No. no.
No, this one is mine!

Cullen: Duela, let go!
[Duela screaming indistinctly]

Cullen: Come on!

[Duela grunts]

[People shouting, laughing]

Cullen: Ha ha ha! Whoo!

Cullen: She did it.
You did it, Harper.

Harper: Yes!
Cullen: You did it!

We go now to news
out of the East End,

where a group of
unknown vigilantes
have littered the streets

with millions of dollars' worth
of cash.

The money is believed to be
the ill-gotten gains

of alleged crime family
the McKillens.

East Enders all know
the McKillens have been

holding the local businesses
hostage for decades.

Just got worse after
the Dark Knight got killed.

Bartender on TV: Seems to me
Gotham got some new knights.

While the identity
of these so-called

"Gotham Knights"
remains unknown,

after today's
redistribution of wealth,

Gotham is one step closer
to ending

the McKillens' reign of terror,

and it seems we have
a new generation

of protectors to thank for it.

Ever since--
[Turns TV off]

Turner: We all just
saw that, right?
That happened?

Yup. All those people
got our money.

And they think
we did it out

of the goodness
of our hearts.

They called us
the Gotham Knights.

I'll take that over
"Bruce Wayne's killers."

What do you think's gonna
happen when they realize

their new heroes are also
their most wanted fugitives?

Vera Blue:
♪ I click my fingers ♪

♪ And skies are blue ♪

♪ I lean over the edge ♪

♪ Just to enjoy the view ♪

♪ I smell the flowers ♪

♪ Like I'm told to do ♪

♪ In the palm of my hand... ♪
Dr. Kelley: Carrie?

♪ Slowly slipping
right through ♪

♪ Highlights of a life ♪
[Knocking on door]

♪ Many of you know ♪

♪ What goes on behind ♪

♪ Many of you don't ♪

♪ And I find it hard to listen ♪

♪ I don't
give myself permission ♪

♪ Everything is wonderful ♪

♪ Everything
is wonderful ♪

♪ There's no time
to think of healing ♪

♪ If there is I don't know how ♪

♪ Everything is wonderful ♪

♪ I swear
everything is wonderful ♪

♪ A wild chaos mind ♪

♪ And a vacant space ♪

♪ I hold everything dear ♪

♪ But it can all be replaced ♪

♪ I scan my eye line ♪

♪ A familiar face ♪

♪ Crazy slip that we do ♪

♪ For a stranger's embrace ♪

[Echoing]
♪ Embrace ♪

Dude. Your art.

You really
blow me away sometimes.

I had no idea just
how much you've
done for me...

how much you've
risked.

I just want
to say thank you.

This is why
I didn't tell you.

I didn't want you
blaming yourself
for my choice.

I could see how hard
things were for you

before the surgery,
and it was like...

we got away from Dad,

but you were
still trapped.

So, getting you
that money

was a no-brainer.

And I would do it again.

Seriously, Harper,
thank you.

Well, I feel better
when my brother is happy,

so, really,
it was for me.

[Chuckles softly]

But...

There's a "but"
to your "thank you"?

That Dylan guy.
He was a total himbo,

who you were way
too good for, by the way.

But he was right
about one thing.

While you're busy
doing everything
for everyone else,

don't close yourself
off to having

something or someone
for yourself.

You deserve it.

Gotta say...

I don't utterly loathe
this new Bat-Brat.

You gotta work on
the compliment thing.

Well, it's not
a compliment.

It's an observation.

So, you're observing me?

Oh, I'm always watching.

[Chuckles]

And what do you see?

Well, I think it's more...
what I don't see.

Guardrails.
Safety nets.

You're outside of
your comfort zone,

and I think
you like it there.

Maybe Harper's right and
I'm just getting careless.

Or maybe you got
betrayed.

Yeah, I know
a little bit about that.

It's always the ones
right in front of you

that you never see
coming.

Bat-nanny
turned out

to be a one-bitch
sleeper cell

and took away the last person
you thought you could rely on.

Here's the good news.

When you've got
no one left to trust,

you learn how
to trust yourself.

Well, if that means
not playing by
the rules anymore,

count me in.

The people who pull
the strings in Gotham

don't play by 'em,
so, why should you?

Now we just gotta
follow those strings

back to The Court of Owls.

About that.
We have a problem.

So, just like we thought,
the McKillens' ledger

shows tons of money
being filtered through
their operation.

But it's just
a bunch of numbers.

It's a ledger.
It's gonna have numbers.

It's all numbers.

Not just the dollar amounts,
the recipients, too.

It's written in code.

Then we have to find
a way to crack it.

Yeah, it's
a complex cipher that's
gonna be tough to break.

Maybe not for
someone who grew up
solving puzzles

with Mr. "Quiz Bowl"
himself.

Stephanie?

[Woman laughs]

Well, you've got
my vote.

But I have to warn
you--your opponent is

on his way back
to the city.

He'll be home
in an hour.

What we choose to do
with that hour...

Wait. We can't
do this again.

[Sighs]

Which part?

The one where you say,
"We can't do this again,"

but when
it suits your needs,

you call
and call and call,

and like an idiot,
I answer?

What are you
talking about?

[Sighs]

I'm already in one bad
relationship, Harvey.

I don't need two.

Greg, move your head.