All language subtitles for Gotham S01E18 WEB-DL 720p x265_AVADL.CoM

Previously on Gotham...

ALFRED: This is Reginald Payne.
We served together, sir.

Please feel free
to stay with us a few days.

You're stealing
from us?

Arnold Flass,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Leon Winkler.

I.A. ruled it a suicide.

Arnold Flass,
you're under arrest.

I'm protected.

MAN:
So you're the one causing

all of the fuss.

MOONEY:
You will take

nothing from me.

Really?

(grunts)

(screaming)
No! (shouts)

He has nothing concrete.

Now's the time

to make a move on the kid.

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

Slim pickings
at the food court.

Brought you
a bagel.
Thanks.

Nothing for the invalid?
(chuckles)

(phone vibrating)
Sorry. Hospital
food only.

Doctor's orders.
How you feeling?
All right.

Had a slight... puncture.

Leaked a bit.

So I know last night
must be kind of a blur,

but do you have any
idea who did this?

BRUCE:
It-it was...

It was dark.
It was very dark.

Saw a...

shadow and...
my savior Master Bruce

was leaning over me.

Did you get a look at the guy?

No.

(phone vibrating)

Sorry. My captain

keeps calling.

ALFRED:
It's fine, Detective.

Just-just go.
No, I can stay.

I really appreciate you sitting
with Master Bruce,

but as you can see,
I'm completely fine.

(phone vibrating)
Go.

(sighs)
All right.

I'll try and
stop by later.

Thank you again for coming,
Detective.

Why not tell
him the truth?

Well, believe it
or not,

Master Bruce, Reggie's a mate,

and you don't set coppers
on your mates, do you?

But he nearly killed you.

I served
with that bastard.

Anyone sorts him out, it's me--
nobody else.

It wouldn't be right.

Why would he stab you?

That's a bloody
good question.

And one...
(grunts)

I mean to find out.

(heart monitor beeping)

(grunts)

'Cause longer that bloody
lunatic's out on the loose...

(grunts)

...the harder
it's gonna be to find him.

Now, you just...

(gasps)

G-Get back in bed, Alfred.

Just pass me my robe.

Get back in bed!

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MAN:
Ah.

You're awake.

Wonderful.

(sighs)
How long have I been...

Asleep?

Just since last night.

How do you feel?

My head hurts.

To be expected.

May I?

(groans)
Who are you?

Dr. Francis Dulmacher.

Founder of this facility.

A pleasure.

(chuckles)

I've gone to great lengths
to meet you, Doctor.

Indeed you have.

I must say you have
a remarkable constitution.

I wish I could say the same
of all my patients.

Oh. So I'm a patient now?

No longer a prisoner?

I confess I don't know
what you are.

You seize control
of the basement,

take one of my guards hostage,

then scoop out your own eye.

What am I to
do with you?

Simple. Make me your right hand.

(laughs)

I'm glad to see you've retained
your sense of humor.

I'm not joking.

For the past ten years,
I've been Carmine Falcone's

top lieutenant.

I'm afraid the name
means nothing to me.

I woke up hungry and alone
in an underground cell.

In less than a week, I brought
this place to a standstill.

Now, you've had me
as your enemy.

Wouldn't you rather
have me as your friend?

Such vim.

Such... panache.

Bravo.

And now you should eat.

I'll have a nurse come
in with some food.

We'll talk more later.

Tricky things, eyes.

Our stock is frightfully
low at the moment.

Oh, and apologies.

We couldn't match
your original color.

We'll talk soon.

(door opens, closes)

(heart monitor beeping)

(gasping)

GORDON:
This can't be true.

I was prepping the case
for the D.A.

when word came down
this morning.

Press got it last night,
of course.

We had the murder weapon.

With Flass's prints.

There's no way.

Apparently, the defense
dug up a witness,

cleared Flass of all charges.

What witness?
DENT: No idea.

Only the judge and
the lead attorneys were privy,

and our honorable D.A.
is staying mum.

What about a subpoena?

We don't have
sufficient grounds.

But I did
a little snooping around.

And?
The mystery witness

was provided
by Commissioner Loeb.

Let me guess.

Loeb's reinstating Flass
as head of Narco.

ESSEN:
Worse.

He announced he's backing Flass
for president

of the policemen's union
in the upcoming election.

So you're telling me
a man we know is a drug dealer

and a murderer
is gonna potentially hold

a major position in the GCPD?

Clearly, Loeb's sending
a message.

This is not gonna stand.

Look, I'm just as upset
about this as you are, Jim,

but it's the commissioner.

Which is what makes it worse.

Jim! Jim!

Jimbo.

You heard the
good news?

Hey, the boys are throwing me a
welcome back down at O'Donnelys.

Figure you want
to stop by.

Show support for your soon-to-be
new president.

I wouldn't celebrate just yet.

You just don't learn.

Still want to
take me down.

I'm like the phoenix.

I'll just rise

again and again and again.

Ah, Detective Gordon.

I had a presentiment
I might be seeing you.

Arnold Flass is a murderer.

He belongs in jail.

Detective Flass was
legally exonerated.

The judge heard testimony.
The case is closed.

You used your connections
to orchestrate his release.

You perverted the system.

Petulance and naiveté
are a bad combination.

Know when you're beaten.

I was knee-deep
in the Flass investigation.

There is no one
with enough credibility

to trump our evidence.

I do enjoy
when unwavering certainty

is undermined by the truth.

MAN: Look into the camera,
state your name

and why you're here.

BULLOCK: My name
is Detective Harvey Bullock,

and I presented false evidence
against my fellow

GCPD detective, Arnold Flass.

BULLOCK:
Hey, there you are. Aw, dude.

Feel like a herd of cattle
had a dance party

in my head last night.

What's up?

Why the hell would you
lie to exonerate Flass?

Don't deny it.
I saw the tape.

I'm not denying anything.

I did what I had to do.

If I didn't do what Loeb told me
to do, I would've lost my job.

Probably gone
to prison.

What does he
have on you?

Harvey.

Do you honestly think you're
the only one who had the orders

to take a punk
down to the end of a pier

and put a bullet
in his head? Huh?

The difference is
my Cobblepot didn't come back.

Who'd you kill?

Some scumbag mobster.

Caught him coming out of a club
one night.

My sergeant put a gun in my
hand, held another to my head,

and said, "Make a choice."

I decided
to keep breathing.

Damn it, Harvey.

So what?

What are you gonna do?
Arrest me? Go ahead. Arrest me.

But don't stop there.

Half the cops in the GCPD
have a Cobblepot,

and Loeb has the goods

on all of them.

That is what Loeb does.

Well, it ends now.

Jim, hey.

Going after Flass
was bad enough.

Going after Loeb is suicide,
plain and simple.

So what?

Am I supposed
to stay quiet?

Fall in line like
the rest of you?

That would be a good idea.

Day I do that is the day
I quit being a cop.

(gasps)
Oh, my.

Fun fact.
(chuckles)

The human species attracts
members of the opposite sex

via pheromones

secreted through saliva,
sweat and urine.

Gross.

But... one can't always trust
such an animalistic method

to find
a suitable partner.

What are you trying to tell me?

Arnold Flass was released.

I know that you two
were dating,

and if the attraction
wasn't intellectual--

how could it be
with that gorilla?--

then it must be
physical.

He's just... he's such a bad,

bad, bad...
I appreciate your concern.

But it won't
be necessary.

I've realized there are
far better men in the world

than Arnold Flass.

DENT: So Loeb's been collecting
dirt on cops for years

and using it
to control the department.

I doubt it stops there.

He's probably got leverage
on businessmen, politicians.

He's got nothing on me.

Just checking.

Anyway, yeah, that's the source
of all his power.

And you want to steal
the dragon's gold.

If we find his cache
of evidence and destroy it,

he'll be toothless.

Oh, I know Loeb.

He won't keep it
anywhere obvious.

We could watch him,
hope he leads us to it.

We don't have that kind of time.

Isn't there someone
Loeb might have trusted?

Ex-friends?

An estranged wife?

Well, he was married.

She died 20 years ago.

Fell down the stairs.

Well, there were rumors
Loeb killed her,

but nothing ever
happened with it.

Still can't believe
about your partner.

Why'd he do it?

What's Loeb have on him?

I don't know.

Well, it's got
to be rough.

I know how it is
with cops and their partners.

What is it?

What's the
matter, Dent?

I thought that Lambusta
case was settled.

And why the hell
are we meeting here?

You'll see.

You know Jim Gordon?

What the hell's going on?

Have a seat.

DENT: Back before Loeb
was commissioner,

when he was a lowly homicide
dick, you were his partner.

Yeah? That was 20 years ago.

But I always hear that cop
partnerships are like marriages.

You know each other
better than your wives.

Isn't that right, Jim?

That's right.

You digging up that old story
about Loeb killing his wife?

He was with me when she died.

We know about the secret files.

What secret files?

DENT:
Oh, that was good.

I almost believed him.

What about you, Jim?
No.

You're out of your depth, kid.
Both of you.

Swim back to shore.

He's got something on you, too,
doesn't he?

He got you
to do something for him.

What was it?

Robbery? Coercion?

Murder?

And all this time,
he's been using it

to keep you
under his thumb.

This is your chance
to breathe easy again.

Take it, Griggs.

I don't know
what you two are talking about.

If I did, I'd say talk to Xi Lu.

Chinese bookkeeper
on Huron Street.

Loeb always said
you want to keep something safe,

you give it to Xi Lu.

You want to
bring in Bullock?

We might need him.

No.

Thanks, Joe.

I mean it.

I like the blue.

I'm so pleased.

Happy patient,
happy doctor.

Ah. Mrs. Harris.

(muffled):
Hello, Doctor.

Don't forget-- jazz at
6:00 on the veranda,

but no martinis until the
bandages come off, yes?

(muffled mumble)

Good girl.

Kidney transplant.

We threw in a new face for
free, and none too soon.

But you need a steady supply
of organs.

Yes.

Which is suddenly something
of a problem, thanks to you.

But I'm also a solution.

The people
in the basement trust me.

Put me in charge,

and I promise you a dependable
flow of healthy product.

Or I could
save myself the trouble

and kill you and
everyone downstairs.

(clicks tongue)

Now, if that were an option,
you would have done it already,

and you surely wouldn't have
wasted this beautiful eye

on little old me.

I'd like to show you something.

(door creaks)

People view themselves as
unique, self-contained systems,

but we are merely a
collection of parts.

What happens when I
replace your eyes,

your face, your heart?

When do you stop being you
and become something new?

That's what fascinates me.

Nice talk.

Do we have a deal?

Conditionally.

I will send you back
to the basement,

you will retrieve my guard,
and then prove to me

that you can provide
me with the bodies.

A test.

And if I fail?

Oh, those who fail me
still have their uses.

(heart monitor beeping steadily)

You may remember
my former office manager.

(whimpering softly)

(coughing)

(screaming)

Amusing, no?

(screaming)

BRUCE: "And then I looked
at the stars,

"and considered how awful
it would be for a man

"to turn his face up to
them as he froze to death,

and see no help or pity in
the glittering multitude..."

(laughs)

That's cheerful.

What are you doing here?

Ivy sneaks in
a few times a week.

Steals food from the sickies.

She spotted you.

He okay?

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Alfred was stabbed.

It was a friend of
his from the army.

Wow.

That sucks.

I think he was there
because of me.

What are you talking about?

I had a meeting
with the board

of Wayne Enterprises
to tell them I was

investigating them,
so they sent someone

we'd trust to spy on us.
What was he looking for?

Some of my files
were missing.

I think the other
things he stole

were just cover.

If I find him,
I could find out who hired him.

He's-he's the key to everything.

You're gonna track him down?

Really? You?

I-I have to.

This... this
is my fault.

Kid, you're out of your mind.

Look at him.
Is that how you want to end up?

I don't expect you
to understand.

I'll help.
No.

I can't risk anybody else
getting hurt on account of me.

You know how to find me.

(lively chatter)

♪ ♪

(machines clicking rapidly)

Xi Lu?

Detective Gordon, GCPD.

We have a few questions
we'd like to ask you.

Is there somewhere we
can talk in private?

Ask your questions, Detective.

It's about
Commissioner Loeb.

We understand you two have
a business relationship?

I do not know Commissioner Loeb.

Listen, old man,
we can have a dozen ADAs

and cops here in ten minutes.

They'll confiscate every
dollar in this place,

and you will
go to jail.

(phone vibrating)

Hmm.

(laughs)

Your name is Gordon.

That's right.

And you are Dent.

Yes.

Wait here.

(speaks Chinese)

Okay. Not good.

GORDON:
GCPD!

Drop your
weapons now!

Gordon...
Yeah, run!

(men shouting)

(men shouting)

(men shouting)

(tires screech)

Get in!

(tires screeching)

(shouting continues)

We got to go back there.
You've got to call backup.

Forget it! The place will be
cleaned out in five minutes.
Thanks for stopping by.

I got enough on my conscience.

Griggs set us up.

Now Loeb knows

we're after his evidence cache.

Griggs sent you?
Guy would turn on anyone

to save his own skin.

You just got to
scare him enough.

We tried.
Let me.

Counselor, trust me, you're
gonna want to sit this one out.

I want a name!

Falcone!
What?!

The only person who knows
where Loeb keeps his stash!

Falcone!

The two of them
are in it together!

Loeb and Falcone!

You two are dead men!

You're going against Loeb
and Falcone? You're dead!

Go! Before I lose my good cheer.

Go!

He has a point.

Yeah.

So what next?

Assume Loeb and Falcone
are the only ones

who know where the stash is.

We need someone close to them,
someone who'll talk.

That person doesn't exist.

Yeah, he does.

Oh, yes. (chuckles)

(door opens)

Gentlemen.

So nice to see you.

What can I do for you?

You do realize
what you're asking me to do?

If Don Falcone
is working with

Commissioner Loeb to keep
this trove of secrets hidden

and I help you uncover them,

I'd be betraying my patron.

That's right.
If he found out, he'd...

well, he'd be very angry.

To say the least.

BULLOCK: Enough with
the hemming and hawing.

Are you gonna help us or not?

Let say, for argument's sake,
I could help you.

What's in it for me?

I'll owe you a favor.

No questions asked?

Jim.

Yes.

Do you know what this is?

Madre Di Dios.

A hundred bottles
made once a year

by monks in
the Italian countryside.

It's Don Maroni's
favorite.

What's your point?

Oh, it's just
a piece of information

that might be useful one day.

I like information.

If I help you find
where Loeb keeps his files,

you give me ten minutes
alone with them.

I take what I want.

This is not a good idea.

Five minutes.

And you don't touch anything
that has to do with cops.

Five minutes with the files
and a favor from Jim Gordon?

Done!

(laughs)

So who's up for a road trip?

We have to give
Fish more time.

She'll get us out of
here; she promised.

Can't you see
she abandoned us?

Got herself out
and left us here to rot.

I say we kill this one,
let them know we're serious.

KELLY: Fish said...
MAN: Fish, Fish, Fish.

Where's Fish now?!

Yoo-hoo.

I'm disappointed.

I told you I was
coming back.

What, you didn't
believe me?

Family is built on trust,
and that's what we are.

A family.

Fish, I tried, I did.

I know you did.

MAN: So where's
everything you promised?

When do we get out?

First thing's first.

I spoke to the man upstairs

about our demands for better
conditions, better food.

He asked for a show
of good faith.

We're gonna return his guard.

(sighs)

Let him go.

Now.

Next...

(woman gasping)

What?

(screaming)

What are they doing?

I'm sorry, honey.

You're on the list.
Doctor's orders.

Fish...

Fish!

MAN:
I told you, didn't I?

She's working for them now!

I warned you
not everyone would live.

Their sacrifice means

your survival!

And my promise remains the same.

You sure about this,
Penguin?

You're telling me this is where
Loeb keeps 20 years

of dirty secrets?

Doesn't feel right.

Well, maybe that's the point.

No one would suspect it.

What would you prefer,
Detective Bullock?

A sign saying
"Super secret blackmail hoard"?

You know,
the last time

the three of us took a ride,
you were in the trunk.

I liked that better.

I told you,

I overheard

Falcone on the phone to Loeb.

He said
the farm was safe.

Now, I'll wait here,
and when you're done,

flash the lights
or something.

Uh-uh. You're coming along.

But if whoever's inside sees me
and reports back to Falcone...

Then you'll be in some
really deep doo.

What'd you think, huh?

We were gonna
go do your dirty work,

and then you were
just gonna waltz in

and pick through the leavings?

Have some respect.

(gasps)

You fellas lost?

Good evening, sir.

We were sent
by Commissioner Loeb.

Might we have a word?

Out of the cold?

Well, Marge is
putting on some tea.

(chuckles)

(gentle music playing)

I love your house.

It's so cozy.
(chuckles)
Thank you.

How long have
you two been here?

Oh, well,

about, uh, 20 years.

Ever since Mr. Loeb
bought the place.

Hard to believe.

Time, boy.

You should've seen Margie
back then.

Hot to trot.

(laughter)

What were you doing
before that?

Oh, nothing much. Uh, Margie
was a nurse over at Arkham.

And I working on the railroad.

(imitates train whistle)

(imitates train whistle,
laughs)

Why are you men here?

GORDON:
Oh, uh,

inspection.

Commissioner Loeb has
some concerns about security.

We didn't hear nothing about it.

You didn't get a letter?

No.

That's odd.

Y-You should have
gotten a letter.

You got I.D.?

JUDE:
Well, I don't know

that that's necessary.

No, no. It's fine.

Jim Gordon, GCPD.

This is
Detective Bullock.

We're on the commissioner's
personal detail.

He don't look like a cop.

I'm undercover.

(distant thumping)

JUDE:
Damn raccoons.

Jim, what do you say
we get on with our inspection?

Mm. Perhaps you wouldn't mind
showing us around.

Oh, absolutely.

Marge, would you mind
fetching my keys?

Sure.

Now, listen,

before you go, you fellas
have got to get a piece

of Marge's cake.

She makes it with sour cream.

Tastes like
a warm Sunday morning.

(distant thumping)

That's one hell of
a big raccoon.

Maybe we should
start upstairs.

Oh, just wait a lick
for the keys.

Margie-pie,
that was quick.

Ma'am, put down the...

(groans)

Freeze!

Thanks, Jim.

You saved my li...
Watch them.

(groaning)

You're lucky I have
a soft spot for old ladies.

(woman softly humming a tune)

Oh.

Uh...

I-It's so quiet downstairs.

Is the party over?

I-I prepared a song.

It includes

a dance
and everything.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Miriam Loeb.

Did-did my father send you?

Ms. Kringle.
(clears throat)

Oh, Mr. Nygma.

Ms. Kringle, I was wondering

if you had dinner plans
this evening.

Oh, um... actually, I...

I do.

With Tom.

Have-have you met Tom?

You're the guy
that likes riddles.

Hey, what has hands
but can't clap?

A clock.

Correct.

(chuckles) He's good.

You're good.

Am I correct to assume
that this is your...

uh, your new boyfriend?

Yeah... Yes, I guess so.

You betcha.
(slap)

Oh.

Congratulations, sir.

Thank you.

Well, we should probably

get going.
Okay.

It's nice
to meet you.

Riddle man, next time...

I'm gonna stump you.

Yes.

Next time.

(laughs)

So, Miriam,

you live up here all the time?

Always.

Uh, ever since...

I, uh...
I'm not alone though.

Father comes

to visit on Sundays.

And we listen to the radio
and play checkers.

He always lets me win.

My dad used to do
the same thing.

Oh. Really?

Fathers are funny like that,
aren't they?

Yeah, your dad's a real hoot.

Does he keep other
stuff up here?

Like important papers or files

or maybe rooms full of boxes?

No.

Why would he do that?

(whispers):
This is a waste of time.

Miriam...

...what happened to your mother?

She...

died.

I, um...

I've started
a new hobby.

Would you like to see?

Sure.

Oh, great.

(quietly):
What are you doing?

Loeb's wife died 20 years ago.

Skull fracture
from a fall down the stairs.

Miriam would've been a teenager.

So you think Loeb killed her?
She was the witness?

That's why he keeps her
cooped up here?

You said I wasn't the only one
with a Cobblepot.

Maybe this is his.

MIRIAM: I started
making jewelry.

What's it made of?

Bones.

Starlings.

They, uh...

they land
on my windowsill,

and... you can catch them

if you're really silent
and still.

(whispering): And I can be
really silent and still.

Silent as a mouse.

Then what do you do?

I...

crush the back of their heads.

I just press down with my thumb.
(bones crack)

It makes, like, a...

a popping noise.
(bones crack)

Pop.
(bones crack)

Miriam...

...can you tell us
about your mother's death?

I'm a good person.

(sniffles)

Sometimes good people
make mistakes.

That's what
Father said.

Did you make a mistake
with your mother?

Was it like what happens
with the birds?

No.

Not like with the birds.

Silly.

(sniffles)

I had to use a candlestick
on her.

She wouldn't
stop singing either.

She knew that it was my night.

I was supposed
to perform at dinner.

Not her.

So you hit her and she stopped.

And your dad covered it up.

MIRIAM:
He knew that it was

my night.

(gunshot in distance)

I'm sorry, Jim.

They-they came at me. I tried...

(engine starts outside)

OSWALD: Did you find
what Loeb's hiding?

Is it here?

Yes.

Well, a deal's a deal.

You have to let me in there.

Who's he?

He looks just like a bird.

Oh, I love birds.

(exhales)

I see you still haven't learned
the art of knocking,

Detective Gordon.

Miriam is sick.

She didn't mean to
hurt her mother.

She just...

has these urges.

If you want to expose
what she did, go ahead.

You think I can't weather
the scandal?

I'm sure you could.

But that's not why you kept her
locked away for 20 years.

Do enlighten me.

I think you love her.

I think you've done
everything you can

to keep her
out of Arkham.

And you'll keep doing it.

You're willing to hold
my daughter hostage

to achieve your ends?

You're much colder
than I thought.

So it seems.

I'll hand in my
resignation today.

Just keep Miriam out of it.

No, you're not
resigning.

You step down, I'll have
someone else to deal with.

And chances are he'll be
Falcone's lapdog, same as you.

With you...

I have leverage.

So what do you want?

Flass is tried.

Fairly.

And I want all the evidence
you have on Bullock

and every other cop in the GCPD
sent to Harvey Dent.

He'll decide who to prosecute.

No.

I do that, I'm a dead man.

I love Miriam,
but I love living, too.

You can have Bullock's file.

But not the rest.

Fine.

And Miriam stays where she is.

Is that all?

There's one more thing.

It's become something of a habit
to stand up here

with Detective Gordon,
but with the coming election

for president
of the policemen's union,

there's no man
I'd rather support.

Thank you, Commissioner Loeb.

It's a new day in the GCPD.

Sorry I missed
your big moment.

I figured I'd catch

the next one.

Your file.

It's everything Loeb has on you.

Always hated that picture.

You know, you tell yourself...

..."I'll just do
this one bad thing,

but all the good things I'll do
later will make up for it."

But they don't.

There's still
that bad thing.

Penguin's gonna come asking
for that favor.

Be careful.

I know we had a deal.

I let you go, and you escape
the inevitable punishment

that will descend on your heads

when Commissioner Loeb hears
of your failure.

Unfortunately,
I was only able

to acquire one ticket
to Arizona.

So who's it gonna be?

Margie and I have been
together for 20 years.

We're not
splitting up.

Life can be cruel sometimes.

How do we decide who goes?

I leave that in your hands.

Wait a minute!

(stammers)
Margie! Margie!

(laughs)

(crashing)

(chuckles)
Whoa.

(grunting)

MARGE:
Here we go.

Here we go!

(grunting)

(panting)

What time is the train?

Oh, there's no train.

I just needed
your help.
What?

I was down to one shell.

I've been thinking
of introducing salsa night.

Do you think
our guests would like that?

No.

Honest. Good.

But... I like salsa.

Tuesday it is.

So... you've completed
your task,

and the lines of supply
are open once again.

I am duly impressed.

Hope is a carrot easily dangled

in front of the desperate,
Doctor.

And you have earned
your carrot.

Welcome to upper management.

I think you'll find the view
better than in the basement.

In fact...

You see why I
can trust you.

Why I'm not worried about you
betraying me and escaping.

Yes. I see.

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