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Previously on Gotham Knights...

We've been set up.

We're gonna find who really killed my dad

and clear our names.

I've been experiencing something that I can't explain.

I'm... I'm losing time. I'm waking up in places that I...

I don't remember going to.

Whatever is happening, it's not me.

Hiya, Harv.

This will record everything you say.

Take him.

Bruce Wayne wasn't the man you think he was.

Why did you become an orphan?

Because Batman made me one.

Turner! Somebody help.

Somebody help!

These are the only supplies I was able to grab

when my mom wasn't looking

but does anyone know what we actually need?

Well, the web's not exactly brimming with info

on how to treat a rare illness

from a rock that makes people live forever

but I'm checking med school message boards next.

I keep replacing these, but he's going through them so fast.

Please, Bat-brat needs somethin' to take the edge off.

Come on, you potheads. Where is it?

I thought Electrum was supposed to heal him, not make him sick.

Here, Cullen, just try this. If this doesn't work

then I'll look for something else.

- How's he doing? - Everyone, back off.

Back away from Turner, now.

What is that?

Geiger counter. I found it in the school's old bomb shelter.

Tracks radiation.

Why is it makin' that noise?

Because Turner is radioactive.

Hell yeah, it hurts. I got a root canal.

And they gave me the weakest pain meds of all time.

Well, luckily, my dad's old

and keeps a pretty decent supply of pain meds.

No, I'm not sharing them with you.

He keeps them locked up.

Of course, I know what the combination is.

It's my birthday.

I'm actually surprised the dick can remember it.

Hey, man, I'm gonna call you back.

Hey, Dad!

Hey, you okay?

How's your tooth?

Oh, yeah, no, I'm fine.

I'm sorry. I gotta go.

Yeah?

That won't be a problem much longer.

I've found a way to track Turner Hayes and his friends.

Hiya, Harv. It's me.

You. The other you.

Well, knowin' you

you're askin' yourself

"How am I talking to myself?"

To which I would say

"Everyone talks to themselves, Harv."

The difference here

is that the other selves

don't usually talk back, right?

But as your oldest

dearest, bestest buddy

I do wanna assuage

some of that anxiety that

Dr. Meridian keeps talking about.

She's such a smart lady, by the way.

You gotta introduce us sometime.

But right now

I think we need a little face-to-face

just like in the old days.

Now, I know you don't

remember the old days

because I've been pokin' around

your little thinker there.

But back when we were kids...

Sorry.

Back when we were a kid

we used to talk to each other

in our dreams.

"Meet in the middle," we called it.

And you just aged out of it.

I got pushed aside.

But modern medicine also grew up.

So, you know, those pills

that Dr. Meridian prescribes

for your anxiety?

Well, it turns out

if you take enough of them

they're also good for

putting you in a...

well, let's call it a deep sleep

which will allow you

to engage with your unconscious

aka, moi.

Gotta be kidding me.

No, Harv, I am not kidding.

Now, here is what I want you to do.

I want you to get those pills

and I want you to take about...

well, about one less than

the number that would kill you.

Don't give me that look

that I know you're giving.

Would I... would I kill me?

Well, I guess we're gonna find out, won't we?

No, I'm kidding.

It's perfectly safe...

...ish.

So, for the record...

the number is 17 pills.

I know you're gonna do this, Harv.

Because you're a sucker for the truth.

And there's just...

so much truth to tell.

So pop some pills, Counselor.

Let's meet in the middle.

I'll be waiting for you here.

Okay.

Iodide tablets should keep the radiation

from making us all sick.

Don't you think it's a little late for that?

We were all around that Electrum.

I practically painted it

as a still life.

Why am I not radioactive?

Maybe because it didn't come in contact with your blood

like it did with Turner?

And that was raw, undiluted Electrum

Carrie patched him up with.

All signs point to radiation poisoning.

I don't even know how we would cure that.

We can't.

Which is why we need to get him to a hospital, like, yesterday.

Sure, if you want him to wake up in a cell.

I'll settle for him waking up at all.

Harper's right, okay? Any doctor would just turn him in to the GCPD.

Maybe not every doctor.

I happen to have an in with one in particular.

No.

You can't just call your mom and say...

"Hey, mind treating Gotham's Most Wanted?"

That's... that's a non-starter.

Anyway, I think I'm... I'm feeling a... bit better now

so let's just focus on exposing Lincoln March

as the head of The Court.

And we will, okay? Just...

after we figure out how to cure you.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm fine.

Seriously.

I'd take Electrum poisoning over being tortured by The Court

any day of the week.

Tortured you how?

You remember our friend, the Talon

and his knives laced with the stuff that makes you go insane?

They gave me a taste.

That's the stuff that made Alan Wayne lose his mind.

What did you see?

It doesn't matter. It wasn't real.

I think it's pretty real if it makes radiation poisoning

feel like a walk in the park.

I've always wanted to know who killed my parents

and yesterday, The Court tried to convince me

that that person was Bruce.

What exactly did they tell you?

It doesn't matter 'cause it wasn't true.

Turner, it does matter. What did they tell you?

You knew my dad, maybe even better than I did.

There's no way that's true.

Right?

Turner, I'm...

I'm so sorry.

They don't say how it happened, just that Bruce felt responsible.

I didn't believe it either.

Batman doesn't kill. He told me that over and over.

So I just... I kept on racking my brain for another solution

but every time I do

I just come back empty-handed.

Thinking about why these pages were ripped out

has consumed me, Carrie.

Turner, your dad had just died

and then you were framed for his murder.

Did you really want me to pile on?

I wanted the truth.

I deserve to know that the man I considered my father

just saw me as some guilt-trip charity case.

That's not the truth.

Look, I know how much he cared about you.

That's why I wanted to protect you.

Just like you protect everyone.

All by yourself.

Just as long as you get to decide what you're protecting them from.

Right, Robin?

Clearly, you were the right choice to be his protege.

I mean, you've... you've already got the whole solo vigilante thing down.

Lying to everyone.

Fighting every battle alone

because you don't respect anyone enough to let them in.

It's not who I am.

You wanna be a solo act so bad? You got it.

Leave.

Leave!

I just got a text from Brody.

I think he might be in trouble.

I don't wanna leave when Turner's so sick, but I just...

But the son of the head of Court of Owls is really cute

so you'll make an exception.

I'm sure Brody doesn't know anything about that.

But I'm guessing your problem isn't with him.

My problem is that you're still talking

while I'm trying to save Turner's life.

Any progress?

Unfortunately, yeah.

Here's the good news.

Radiation victims can live for weeks, even years after exposure.

And based on what we've found out, I think Stephanie was right.

Turner's illness is concentrated within the blood.

It makes sense, you did apply Electrum

to a gushing neck wound.

And what's the bad news?

Turner needs a blood transfusion.

An influx of new blood

would reduce the radiation in his system

until there was only a small amount of Electrum left.

At those levels, the Electrum should heal him

instead of make him sicker.

And blood transfusions aren't exactly on the list of medical procedures

that can be performed in an attic.

No, but it's the only idea we've got.

Stealing from the blood bank in broad daylight

is not the most covert operation I've ever pulled, but...

it's not like Turner wants me around here, anyway.

So, I went to see if my dad had anything

to numb the pain in my tooth, and...

I found this mask.

It was old. It was kind of featureless.

It had blacked-out eyes, and it...

it almost looked like a...

An owl?

Yeah.

How'd you know that?

Brody, there's something that you don't know about your dad.

That he's a killer?

And I found this video, too.

I watched it, and...

I think my dad killed Cressida Clarke.

I mean, what kind of sicko records something like that?

I heard his voice. I saw all the blood.

- It was just so... - Turner's lapel camera.

- What? - Brody, I need that video.

Well, I don't have it on me.

Well, where the hell is it?

Do you really think I'm just gonna carry around a freaking grenade

that could blow up my entire life?

Does your dad have it?

- I hid it with my weed in the... - The outlet. Okay.

Okay, yeah. Yeah, that's good.

What are you not telling me?

And how do you know what that mask was?

Brody...

I need to tell you the truth about who your dad really is.

Oh, god. You look terrible.

Even more so than usual.

I'm really not in the mood, Duela.

Okay.

Then I guess I'll have to eat this all by myself.

It's French onion soup from Pamela's?

Bruce used to get this for me when I was sick.

How'd you know?

You're not the only one who read Daddy's Bat-diary.

And since this could be your last meal

I figured it should at least be a good one.

I didn't expect such bedside manner

from a girl who sleeps with her switchblade.

Yeah, well, that veiny little monster on your neck is all my fault.

If we hadn't left you behind after The Court's soiree

you wouldn't be playing patient right now.

So...

This isn't your fault, Duela.

So, this whole "last meal" thing was supposed to be a joke

but this is getting a lot worse.

Fast.

What's your poison?

Kidding.

You already swallowed yours.

You wanted to talk. I'm here.

Gotta say, I was 60-40

on whether you would overdose on a dare from an alter-ego.

You never even hit the slopes in law school

like 99% of those other d-bags.

Tell me what the hell is going on.

He's using the "Harvey Dent, District Attorney" voice.

And how are we even talking?

The question you should be asking is "why".

Go ahead, Counselor. Ask it.

Okay. Why are you here?

To protect you.

- From what? - From things you can't handle.

Dad was the first.

One night, the beatings got so bad

that he fractured more than just your arm.

He fractured your psyche, Harv, created me.

Now, would that have happened eventually some other way?

Maybe.

Nature, nurture.

All I know is that after that night

whenever your life got too tough

I'd tag in.

And I was always there, Harv

riding shotgun

ready to take the wheel.

So my missing time, that was you, taking the wheel?

At your service.

If you tag in when things get too tough

then what the hell was me waking up next to Rebecca March?

I was doing you a solid.

I know how happy she made you all those years ago.

Oh, Harv.

You never got over her.

She was married then

and she's married now.

And that must be really complicated for a stand-up guy like you.

Like to keep it simple.

Do what needs to be done.

I do the things that you can't do.

With you in the crosshairs of The Court of Owls

you're gonna need a guy like me.

Why're we looking at articles from the '20s for a cure for Turner?

Pretty sure medicine's gotten better since then.

We're looking for anything on Doctor Leviticus

who did those illegal experiments with Electrum back in the day.

So... sis.

You only call me "sis"

when you have something annoying to say.

What is it?

You're giving Stephanie the cold shoulder again.

I guess you're really taking my advice to heart.

Don't fall for straight girls, huh?

Okay, again, no one is falling for anyone.

But you reminded me what we're really working for.

Clearing our names and getting the hell out of Gotham.

This isn't our life.

Okay, this isn't who we are.

So I don't need to be buddy-buddy with Princess Quiz Bowl.

When this is over, she is gonna go back to her life

and we will go back to ours.

Far away from Gotham.

Is that really what you want?

Of course, it is.

Okay, we've always agreed that this place is a hellhole.

Harper.

I have never had a family like this.

And I have it on pretty good authority that you haven't, either.

Why? Why would we let go of something

that gives us a chance to feel whole?

Cullen, I...

Forget it, okay?

Doctor Leviticus.

"Leviticus first caught the attention of authorities

when the patients started to get sick

with symptoms resembling radiation poisoning."

"After patients began showing symptoms...

they died within 24 hours."

If Turner has the same sickness they did...

He only has six hours to live.

The Court's setting you up.

Everything you think has been me

has been them tryna confuse you

and make you distrust yourself.

So, the Mayor? And Cressida?

Harv, we didn't kill them.

The Court just wants you to think we did.

Why?

Come on, Counselor.

Isn't it obvious?

They already took out the Dark Knight.

Gotham's White Knight is next on the list.

But not before you have outlived your usefulness.

How am I useful to them?

You, my friend, are the perfect patsy.

It's one of The Court's greatest hits.

Take out someone they perceive as a threat

and then they pin it on someone else.

Joe Chill, Turner Hayes...

And now, me.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

Now, don't get me wrong. They're good.

Somehow, they found out about me.

Found out a way to bring me out.

How?

A few keys on the piano.

You know that song that Dad...

beat into you until you got it right?

You hear those notes

and the switch flips

and you lose time, and...

The Court leaves you little clues

to make you believe what they want you to believe.

Car key here, bloody owl mask there.

Make me believe I'm a murderer.

But they made one mistake.

When they let me out

I had a ringside seat to how they did it.

And we can use that.

So put me in, coach.

Let me take those bastards out.

Let's unleash some of that big Dent energy.

Oh, come on, Harv!

It's not like we haven't done it before.

What're you talking about?

You don't really think Dad's death was an accident?

So I'm supposed to believe that my dad...

is the leader of a secret murderous cult

that controls all of Gotham?

Is it easier to believe he's a killer?

Well, honestly, yes.

I'm so sorry. I know it's a lot.

How am I even supposed to face him now?

You cannot let on that you know.

You'll put yourself in danger.

I'm already in danger.

And so is my mom.

- What're you doing? - I'm gonna call the police.

The Court has its claws in every part of the city.

That includes the GCPD.

Well, I can't just sit here and do nothing.

I mean, what am I supposed to say?

"Hey, Mom, Dad's the leader of a murderous cult.

We need to go stay with Aunt Julie for a while?"

- Come on. - No.

But there is one person we can trust.

- Harvey Dent. - The DA?

I just need you to trust me on this.

Okay? I need you to get that video from your house

and then I will handle the rest.

He's gonna die in five hours. If we don't get...

- Are you kidding me? - I just found...

- When were you gonna tell me? - Oh, I'm sorry, I...

Screw you both.

What aren't you telling me?

Well, the Wonder Twins here don't wanna say anything.

But...

the Electrum is gonna kill you a lot faster than we thought.

So unless we pump, dump, and replace that O-neg of yours

you will be dead in t-minus... let's see

five hours.

I have good news.

Yeah, now is really not the best time for good news.

Dwelling won't change anything.

What up, Steph?

Brody's gonna help us.

I'm sorry. The heir apparent to The Court of Owls

is gonna do us a favor?

He found Turner's lost lapel camera in his dad's stuff.

Wait, wait, what? He has the footage from The Court of Owls party?

Yes. Cressida's murder, what the Court's planning

the video has it all. We have to get it to Harvey.

Wait. Is... is this really happening?

Are we... are we about to clear our names?

Okay, hey... Before we take our victory lap

can we please make sure that Turner is able to run it?

Well, not a doctor here

but I've been doing some reading on blood transfusions

and honestly, they're somewhere between an oil change and plumbing.

What could possibly go wrong?

You shouldn't be wasting your strength.

Yeah, no. Listen to Blondie. You're gonna need it.

Come on, Duela. You're on Team Transfusion.

Okay. Hey, Bat-brat...

you sure you trust me with a needle?

At least I know you don't mind the sight of blood.

Yeah. Good point.

Okay, enough brave face.

How're you really feeling?

I'm about to clear my name

just in time for it to appear in an obituary.

Well, while I'm tempted to meet your gallows humor

with more gallows humor, this is a good thing.

You're gonna get your life back.

And be around to live it.

And what's the point?

Carrie filled me in about your dad.

Turner...

I feel like my whole life has been a lie.

No.

That's not true.

You'll always have me.

You don't want this.

No, I don't... I'm...

You're my best friend. I don't know, I just, I thought that...

If this did happen, then I would feel...

I don't know... something?

- That bad, huh? - No... I just... I...

I just thought I'd feel different with you than with Brody.

He's never made me feel that spark, either.

Okay, I'll take the win with that one.

I'm sorry, I'm just delirious, or...

No, I don't want you to apologize.

Code red!

Hey, I don't think we're gonna have time for that blood transfusion.

They found us.

Hey, we gotta scope out the back.

Hide everything! We were never here!

Did you tell Brody where we were?

No! I would never do that.

Did you tell them that Turner's radioactive?

Because the cops all brought HAZMAT suits.

All ground levels look good.

I want someone to bring it.

Yeah, we got somethin' hot here.

The Court must have known what would happen to him.

Sent their GCPD goons

to trace his radiation signature, and it led them here.

Hey, guys, we need to get Turner out, now.

Yeah, that's gonna be a bit of a problem.

Come on.

Okay, one, two...

Okay... You're good...

Get Turner into the tunnels.

Going underground might throw their sensors off enough

so that they can't trace it.

- Okay, what about the Belfry? - Leave that to me.

Levels are goin' up.

That's no good. Come on.

Lock that down.

All clear out!

Let's get that door open.

What the hell?

Please don't call my parents.

- Oh, thank god. - Brody, what's wrong?

Mom, I need you to listen to me.

You need to go pack a bag right now. We have to get outta Gotham.

What're you talking about?

This is going to sound nuts

but Dad killed Cressida Clarke.

And if we don't get out of here now

there's no telling what he's gonna do to us.

What did you do to Dad?

It's more...

what I did to the railing

of the balcony that he fell from. It was...

a few turns of a socket wrench just loose enough

that when a man of about a hundred and ninety pounds leans against it

it gives way.

The son of a bitch was a lot tougher than I thought.

I mean, his back was broken, so he wasn't going anywhere.

But it still took him about three hours to give up the ghost.

First two hours, he was begging me to call 911.

And then, last hour

he spent begging me to put him out of his misery.

You killed my father.

Our father, Harv.

And it was him or us.

I just made sure it wasn't us.

And now, you want me...

to just let you take the wheel?

You really want justice, Harvey?

Then you have to fight fire with fire.

I don't want you to give me the steering wheel, Harvey.

It is time for you to give me the keys.

Mom.

Carrie? What're you doin' here on a weekend?

I need you to come with me right now.

Sweetie, I'm in the middle of rounds.

Mom, now. This is life or death.

I put a vest on him to block as much radiation as I could.

Mom, whatever you do, please don't call the cops.

If you're in some kinda trouble, I'll help you in any way I can

but that's the only promise I can make.

Carrie, that's Turner Hayes. He's wanted for murder.

He's innocent.

And if you don't help me in the next few minutes

he's gonna die.

- Brody, slow down. - We can't slow down.

Dad'll be home any second. Come on.

Look, Brody... Brody, Look at me.

There has to be a mistake.

- Your father is not a killer. - Yes, he is.

I saw the video.

What video?

I found it in the safe, along with some weird owl mask.

He killed Cressida Clarke for some messed up secret society.

- Brody, this is crazy. - No, what's crazy

is that Dad's been lying to us all these years.

Who knows if this is even the first person he's killed.

He's dangerous.

And we need to get out of here right now.

Mom.

Please.

Okay.

Okay.

- Let me get some things together. - Okay.

Gloves.

Guard the door.

You talk about justice.

You don't want justice.

You wanna burn it all down.

Oh, Harv.

Always the prosecutor.

Unlike you, I don't care about motive.

As long as the results are the same, does it matter?

To me, it does.

Harv, all you have to do is close your eyes

and ask me to come out to play.

It's as simple as that.

I will never give you control.

You say that like you have a choice.

Harvey? Everything okay?

Harvey!

Mom?

There will come a time, Harv

when you are so desperate and so hungry for justice

that you won't care how you get it.

How I get it.

And you will be begging for me, ready...

to embrace everything that we can become.

The only reason I exist...

is because you need me.

- Yeah, we've got him. - Mr. Dent?

Are you okay?

He's awake.

Vitals are normal.

Need me to radio it in?

- Yeah, you can go ahead. - Okay.

You had no vitals for a full minute.

You're lucky to be alive.

Thank you.

His vitals are holding steady.

The blood transfusion worked.

And the remaining Electrum can heal him.

I still have a few tests to run. Don't move.

Mom.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Not for this.

- You ready? - Brody

we can't just walk out of here with nowhere to go.

- Steph said... - Stephanie knows?

I didn't know who else to turn to.

Mom, I know this is a lot to take in.

All of this, it's...

It's insane.

But I promise you, I will take care of it all.

I will keep you safe.

I don't need your protection.

Just like your father.

Mom?

So naive.

So busy trying to play hero that you can't see the real threat.

Your father's not the one people should fear.

I am.

Yeah?

Oh, hi.

Are you okay?

I heard the paramedics were called.

No, I'm fine. I'm just glad Aja was here.

Are you sure?

I think you should get checked out.

Really, I...

I've never felt better. I...

I feel clear-headed for the first time in a long time.

Everything looks good.

Miraculously so.

I've never seen a patient recover so quickly.

Don't worry.

I was careful. No one saw me sneak him out.

Do you have any idea what you've done?

It's one thing to save the life of a criminal.

I took an oath to heal people, no matter who they are.

But now, you're an accessory.

And you've made me an accessory.

I could lose my medical license.

I could go to jail.

I don't know how you got involved in all of this, but it ends now.

- Mom, please... - No.

We are not losing everything for a criminal.

I'm gonna call the GCPD, and you're gonna tell them

everything you know about him and those fugitives.

You can't turn them in!

Because I'm one of them.

What do you mean?

You know how Turner's dad was Batman?

I was Batman's sidekick.

He called me Robin.

I almost had them.

They lost the trace on Turner Hayes. They're all still missing.

Add that to our list of problems.

Stephanie Brown will also need to be dealt with.

Arthur Brown's kid?

What did she do?

More like...

what did your son do?

You didn't have to do this.

Do what? Clean up your mess?

Maybe if you weren't so careless

holding onto evidence

this could've been avoided.

But, no.

Men always need a trophy.

Did it make you feel powerful?

Killing that traitor?

Is that why you did it?

Why're you still standing there?

Get a mop.

Are you sure it's safe to go back in there?

Turns out the authorities don't care

where rich kids go to get baked during Bio.

And I might've hinted

that the lead in those old bells were confusing their sensors

so they really should check the science lab.

By the time they finished that wild goose chase

the radiation had dissipated.

Okay.

Our Belfry is radiation-free.

So is Turner, thank god.

No...

What is it?

It's from Brody.

His dad got to the evidence before he could.

Hey.

You know, maybe you can help me.

I'm looking for something on...

brooding rich kids turned brooding vigilantes.

Am I in the right section or...

No offense, but I didn't come here to talk.

You can't offend me.

No, really. Go ahead. Try.

You have no grasp of social cues whatsoever.

Not offended.

You only give a damn about others when there's something in it for you.

Not offended.

And you clearly can't tell when you're not wanted.

Not offended.

See? I told ya.

Do you have any idea what I've been through today?

Do you even care?

Not really.

On both counts. You know, first of all

this ungrateful-brat act is getting really old.

And second of all, if you would pull your head

out of this Batcave you call an ass

maybe you'd see that this entire team has been working nonstop

to save your stupid life.

But if you're just gonna mope around like you're already dead

I'm starting to wonder why we even bothered.

You're right.

What?

I just had this picture in my head of...

what my life was, and...

what it could be.

Avenging my dad.

Building some twisted family with all of you.

Even things with Stephanie.

And turns out, I was just lying to myself.

Well, congratulations.

You figured it out.

Everybody's a liar.

Not everybody.

When everyone else was trying to keep the truth from me

about how near death I was...

you were straight with me.

You always are.

You finally noticed that, huh?

You're never afraid to show people who you are

even when it pisses them off.

Even when it scares them.

You're always...

Always Duela.

- Sorry, I... - Not offended.