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No.

- Stop. - This is terrifying.

They released this to the public?

Keep your nasty feet on your side of the couch.

Fine, jeez.

- You call yourself a roommate. - No, I don't.

I'm a military-trained babysitter,

who makes sure you receive your proper meds.

Did you hear that?

Someone's on the balcony.

You drank my Pinot?

I was saving that.

I'm sorry. It didn't have your name on it.

It's my damn house.

- Assume everything has my name on it. - Shh!

Do you want the psychotic slasher to hear us?

Come on.

On three. One, two, three.

- Door was locked. - What's going on?

I'm here for her. Get dressed.

Oh. Actually, I'm super comfy here

in Sophie's ex-husband's really cool sports tee.

Renee intercepted some 911 call with a lead on a possible rogue weapon.

Get your ass dressed.

This certainly makes snuggling with Sophie seem tame.

Have a little respect. Help me get him down.

Why are we rushing? I'm pretty sure he's dead already.

Yeah, well...

It's only a matter of time before gcpd shows up and takes our evidence.

Ugh. Tell me we don't have to recover his undies.

Just the bindings.

Renee thinks the culprit used catwoman's bullwhip.

As in one of the bat trophies?

Well, this was easy.

Foundit can I go back to my movie night now?

I don't think this is catwoman's whip.

I don't care if it belonged to Indiana Jones.

If Renee thinks it is,

let her, so she can cross another weapon off her list

and I can be closer to earning my freedom.

According to Luke, catwoman and Batman had a thing.

A thing?

So much leather. How did that work?

Well for her.

She stole Batman's nanotech,

wove it into her whip, making it indestructible.

This looks like it was cut with a pocket knife.

I'll have Mary's clinic pick up the body so she can do a thorough exam.

You figure out who killed this guy.

And you, partner?

Have dinner plans.

Renee literally has these missions hanging over our heads.

Who could be more important?

Someone who has much more hanging over mine.

My mother.

No, Mrs. Baxter.

I did not use your investments to fund a luxury music festival.

Wayne stock is down 53 percent, and our crisis management team just quit.

As ceo, I urge you, please ignore the tabloids.

I told you, I will fix this.

Yeah, okay. When?

Company's in the red for the first time.

You've been on damage control for three days.

What is this? Uh...

Roomie, when you took out the trash,

you clearly forgot to dump out Jada's dinner party invitation.

It came by courier yesterday.

She turns an easy e-mail into a massive carbon footprint.

She just tanked Wayne. Why would she think you'd go?

Guess we'll find out, won't we?

You're going?

Alice found evidence linking jeturian to black glove.

Alice,

who is literally hallucinating so badly

that we had to pull her out of an insane asylum.

We need something to hang over Jada's head like she has over mine.

Until then, she will always have us at her mercy.

We need a smoking gun.

So we bug her office, and see what we find out.

She's not inviting you to show you her linens, Ryan.

She has an agenda.

And if she was able to uncover Wayne's hidden accounts...

Sorry. What was I saying?

If she was able to uncover Wayne's hidden accounts...

Exactly. Then who's to say she can't uncover your hidden identity too?

Right. I need to be careful.

Which is why I'm bringing backup.

You're Ryan's date?

So saw that coming.

It's not a date. It's recon.

But you're wearing a push-up bra, so it's a date.

- You know this is your fault? - Ugh.

Don't blame me for this repulsive love affair.

If you'd never told Ryan her biological mother was still alive,

we wouldn't be in this mess.

Soph, the guilt I think I'm supposed to be feeling

is seriously killing my hallucination-free vibes.

Seriously, for the last three days,

it's just been me, myself, and I.

The meds are working.

Crazy Alice is crazy no more.

Don't poke the bear.

Tell me that you hear that.

It's your phone.

It's Montoya.

Seriously, people, I am on vacation.

Oh, no. You're a criminal who's on work release.

And she said to get your ass to her office now.

May I offer you a beverage while you wait?

The madam recommends a 1994 cote des blancs.

We're good.

Very well. Madam jet will be down shortly.

Madam jet will be down shortly.

- Is she for real? - As real as the bling in her chandelier.

I feel like the foster kid who isn't allowed to sit on anything.

That's the point.

This is an intimidation move to get in your head.

Make you think you have nothing and she has everything.

Shouldn't be hard. My last address was my license plate.

Ryan, I'm glad you could come.

Oh, I see you brought a friend.

Girlfriend, actually.

Sophie. Nice to meet you.

You as well.

Sorry to interrupt. The chef assures me he has things covered.

Great. Good night, Damien.

On your way out, inform him that we're having another.

Yes, madam.

Chef, the madam has requested preparations for another guest.

Oh. The more the merrier.

There, there, little pig.

Time for the professor to teach the class how to squeal.

So how did you two meet?

Through friends.

Was it a Tuesday?

Definitely, because it was, uh...

Taco night.

And you offered to buy me a drink

to wash down the chips.

- Those chips. - You know,

when a chip gets stuck in your throat?

Yeah, just the coughing, choking, watery eyes.

- There was sweat involved. - Sounds romantic.

It wasn't cute.

But that's the point. I mean...

Someone sees you at your not-cutest

and still asks you out.

At the end of the day, we want someone loyal.

I know that if I were dying,

Sophie would sit beside me,

put her arms around me, and tell me everything will be okay.

Excuse me. Bathroom?

Last room down the hall.

We should all be so lucky. That was beautiful.

Now let's get ugly.

Why am I here?

If this is your olive branch for destroying my company,

you're gonna need a damn orchard.

I couldn't have been more clear

when I told you to stay away from my family.

And now I'm in your living room, so, what the hell is going on?

Whatever is going on between you and Marquis needs to stop.

- Who says something's going on? - A mother knows.

Now ask your girl to leave, so I can get real with you.

Rich coming from the woman who convinced me she was dead.

Mm. Dying will be the easy part,

for you and a lot of folks, if you don't do exactly what I say.

Yo.

Nobody at the door?

Where's my man, Damien?

You never know what kind of psycho might come waltzing into this place.

Marquis, what are you doing here?

Heard there was a family dinner.

- Batcave? - Copy. Are you in?

Ten bedrooms and 15 bathrooms later, I found her study.

Good, find somewhere central, away from ac vents,

shredders, anything that creates noise.

I'm at her desk. Fire it up.

Testing. One, two, three.

We are up. Now get out of there.

I will, in two seconds.

Sophie, I strongly suggest that you get out of there.

Ryan wasn't the only one cut out of the family.

I'll send you a face to run through rec.

Ah. Go for it. Standing by.

Sophie?

Luke, do you copy?

Hey, hey, Sophie.

Luke, do you copy?

Powder room's on the first floor.

Big house. Got lost.

Dinner's ready.

We have a secret partnership, and you're having secret dinners with her.

Whose side are you on?

I hate to break it to you.

- She knows about the partnership. - How?

Can we eat, before any more guests arrive?

So she doesn't think it's a trophy.

Mm. Something about Batman and catwoman between the sheets.

Personally I didn't think heroes did that sort of thing, but what do I know?

I'm a villain.

Then prove me wrong.

This is a record of every rogue that's tormented Gotham.

If it's not a catwoman wannabe,

then use that beautifully demented mind, and tell me,

who would string up a naked man in an auto shop with a bullwhip?

Magpie. Not possible. Too many shiny piercings left on the victim.

Shelly gaynor, aka the whip.

Sounds promising.

No. Animal advocate.

Her whip was faux leather.

Mm. Oh.

This one is kinkier than a garden hose,

but Talia ai ghul is far too impatient

for performative victim staging.

I think we found our girl.

Manipulative,

obsessive,

backstabbing.

Who is she?

What's with your creepy obsession with poison Ivy?

What are you talking about?

Your case files on everyone else are anemic.

But this one on Pam isley

reads like you're planning on writing a biopic.

Juicy interviews.

Detailed fact sheets.

A confidential psychological evaluation.

Tsk-tsk-tsk. Now you need to prove me wrong.

Are batwoman and I looking for these "weapons of mass destruction"

to stop criminals?

Because I think that you brought us together

to find one Viney Vixen in particular.

Anybody else feel sorry for that thing?

Roasted suckling is considered a delicacy in most of the world.

I'm vegan, so it doesn't matter what continent my ass is on,

I'm not touching that.

Perhaps more wine will enhance the experience.

Our esteemed chef flew from Metropolis to cook for us.

He comes highly recommended.

So if I may,

you're the estranged daughter

who just recently bonded with your brother?

That's bad, because he has a codependent relationship with his mother,

who now sees you as a threat to her relationship with her son.

Zoey's dissertation is on modern family dynamics.

Particularly triangulation, as it relates to Bowen's family theory paradigm:

Rescuer, victim, persecutor.

That's interesting.

Does Bowen have a term for backstabbing sisters?

Oh. I need the ladies'. Tannins go right through me.

Backstabbing sisters?

I wasn't the one who orchestrated this dinner.

Was that what you wanted?

Marquis finds out I'm having dinner with his mom,

so he stops trusting me?

If we're having a conversation about trust,

let's talk about what your girlfriend thought she would find in my study.

Exactly, so don't talk to me about having an agenda.

You're right, Jada. I did come here with an agenda.

I came to say thank you.

Thank you for giving me up.

Thank you for walking away, letting me be someone else's problem.

Because I didn't get the butlers,

or the five-course meal, or the mansion.

I got a home.

I got love.

I got a real mother.

Should've known, Zoey.

Wine and family drama do not mix.

Why can't I feel anything?

Turn the faucet, Zoey.

I'm not about to let my baby sister

win best speech of the night.

- Marquis, haven't we had enough theatrics? - Don't worry.

I'll keep it simple.

To family and loyalty.

You okay?

I can't feel my arms.

Relax.

Just a little paralytic.

Okay, maybe a lot of paralytic.

Get away from us.

You're not an easy woman to get alone.

Practically had to convince you I was royalty to get keys to the kingdom.

You don't remember me, Mrs. Jet?

I have no idea who you are.

Do you really fire so many people, they're all a blur?

Lazlo Valentin.

I was a chef in the dining hall at your office until you fired me.

Valentin. Okay.

- I remember the name. - Good for you.

You know what I remember?

Telling my family, "hey, guys. No more money's coming in for a while.

Boss lady hates daddy's cooking,

so now nobody wants to hire him anymore."

And I remember the divorce papers. The debt collectors.

The repo man.

You think she remembers the cook from the caf?

- Marquis. - You probably said the food sucked.

And your staff replaced his ass.

It's just business, bro.

Just business?

I lost my family because of her.

So now you'll lose yours.

You told Marquis about this dinner?

How else could you watch me chop him into bacon bits?

But the unexpected daughter?

Talk about an amuse-bouche.

- Marquis. - Come on.

I can't...

I can't move.

Zoey's still upstairs.

I got him.

Okay, I'll find Zoey. You guys, get outside, and call for help.

I got you.

Come on.

Zoey. Zoey, we gotta go.

It won't open. Why won't it open?

He must have locked us in from the outside.

My phone has no service.

Mine either.

Which little piggy went to market?

Which little piggy should have stayed home?

Upstairs.

Follow me.

Go. Go without me.

No, Marquis, come on. You can do this. Let's go.

A lesson from professor pyg:

Nobody likes an uninvited guest.

Come on. Come on.

I 'i/ huff, and I 'i/ puff,

and burn your house down!

He's gone.

For now.

Zoey's dead.

Oh, my god.

He's not leaving this house until we are too.

What is this place?

It's a panic room.

Iconvened one of my closets a few years back.

You must have a lot of enemies.

Secret closet space and all.

Signal's dead.

I had a call drop earlier.

He must have activated some sort of signal blocker.

Tell me you have a gun in here.

Mm-mm. I don't believe in guns.

What's wrong?

Not torturous enough?

- What's that supposed to mean? - Everyone, chill.

Someone will eventually realize we're missing and come looking for us.

We just need to hang until then.

Marquis?

Marquis? Marquis, Marquis!

Marquis.

Pamela and I met at Gotham u.

I was studying criminal law. She was into botany.

Complete opposites,

but couldn't see a future without the other.

Love that.

At the same time,

one of her classmates was conducting these obsessive experiments for his Ph.D.

He and Pam were competitive.

Both super smart, kind of nerdy.

She thought it was harmless, until one night, he abducted Pam

and used her as his Guinea pig.

Let me guess.

That'd be Marc legrand?

Whatever he injected her with was poison.

Some awful combination of things around his lab.

Oleander, nightshade, water hemlock.

- Changed her physiology. - Turned her into a green-thumbed psycho.

She didn't see it that way. She wanted to save the planet.

That meant punishing anyone destroying it.

Except an up-and-coming cop shacking up with a serial killer

kind of puts a cramp in the old career trajectory.

She went from compassionate and loving to reckless and irrational overnight.

Total personality change. Eventually it just tore us apart.

Subtext, you chose your career over your girl.

She was lost, okay?

Gone emotionally, mentally. A shell of the person I knew.

And I was young. I had no idea how to save her.

Oh, relax. I'm not actually invested in your love story.

So where's poison Pam?

That's a question for Batman.

Well, she's not in arkham.

I would know.

And boring Batman didn't actually kill anyone.

So unless she slithered up Jack's beanstalk...

My theory is he hid her under the city somewhere,

away from water and sunlight, and anyone she could hurt.

Why would Batman Bury your girlfriend alive?

Because I told him to.

This shouldn't be happening.

What shouldn't happen?

This long, sappy tangent.

Especially when there's a potential sadist on the loose.

I'm going to go see our medical expert,

and see if she found anything on the Vic's body.

Drink the water, Marquis.

We'll make sure he's okay.

He drank the most, so it's hitting him first.

But it's only a matter of time before it's all of us.

Okay, okay.

Sixty-five over 30.

That's bad. If it keeps dropping, he'll die.

- He needs adrenaline. - I know.

There's none in here.

There are epipens. My husband carried them for his allergies.

Where?

With our camping gear. In the basement.

Tell me there's another way to get into the basement.

What the hell is he doing?

Building a bomb.

I'm gonna need your help.

Come on.

Lazlo?

Lazlo?

Where are you?

Lazlo, I want a truce.

You need money? How much?

I'll give you anything you want. Let's talk.

Lazlo, I'm sorry.

I really am.

Wasn't pretty, but she made it.

Are you really Ryan's girlfriend, or was that a lie too?

Wanna know who I really am?

I'm Jordan Moore's sister.

Sorry, I'm light-headed. Am I supposed to know who that is?

Your men abducted her,

and injected her with freeze serum.

Killed three of her friends, nearly killed her.

What? What are you talking about?

Stop.

Don't tell me you didn't know about human experiments

being conducted by your own employees.

So was that what you were doing in my study?

Looking for evidence?

What'd you find, Sophie?

The anarchist cookbook?

Look, I am sorry about what happened to your sister,

but I had nothing to do with that.

I'm not the monster you've made me out to be.

Stay with me, son.

Mama's here.

Okay.

All right.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Come on, Ryan.

Move your arm.

Move your damn arm.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Vic had motorcycle grease underneath his fingernails.

I found a similar, but not exact, viscous synthetic on the bullwhip.

Fascinating.

What's with the botanical garden?

Oh, did the medical board take away your license

and leave you to the whims of herbal medicine?

Know how I saved Jordan Moore's life?

I mimicked the antifreeze synthesis done by plants

to survive subzero temperatures.

Know why? Because plants are smarter than humans.

They're resilient. They're intuitive. They give back more than they take.

Got it.

Jeez, sorry I asked.

Anyway, do you remember when you were being all hero-complexy,

and told me because you're an "official" doctor now,

it is your "duty" to help me when the time comes?

Well, that time is upon us.

The delusions are back.

Between the inmates in arkham, the experimental meds,

the general mise-en-scene of captivity,

I assumed it was the asylum that was making me crazy.

Don't get me wrong, I have enjoyed my fair share of disassociation.

You're talking to the girl who convinced herself

that 12 years of sewing skin masks was a fancy tea party.

But I was in control then. This is different.

I'm not in control anymore.

As if what's happening isn't obvious?

You reap what you sow, Alice.

All of the murders, the pain, the misery that you've inflicted,

they were the seeds that you planted for the garden you'll be buried in.

Got it.

Speaking of gardens, where have you been frolicking?

Gotham park.

I think I exposed myself to whatever that thing is.

I took a sample of the vine, but I can't figure out if it's poison oak,

poison sumac, poison hemlock.

Poison Ivy.

Let me in.

Oh, my god.

He's got Ryan.

Open this door right now.

But he wants you.

If I open this door, I'm as good as dead.

Your lesson is that when someone shows you who they are,

believe them.

Because if I'm how she treats the people trying to impress her,

guess how she'll treat someone she sees as a threat.

Get away from my daughter.

Take me instead. She did nothing to you.

Well, well, madam swine.

You know what your lesson is?

Perfection...

Comes at a price.

Look out.

Incoming.

Flamingo.

Excuse me?

The bullwhip killer.

It's the flamboyant, pink Harley-straddling psycho,

flamingo.

Victim was in a rival gang. DNA evidence.

Blah, blah, blah, science.

But the point is, if the biker boot fits...

I'll alert the victim's family and put out a warrant for this flamingo.

And I guess that means catwoman's whip is still out there.

And I can't wait to get to that when I'm back from Tahiti.

Because I believe that...

This buys me a week's vacation.

And what is this?

Your girlfriend.

She is looking a little frail.

This is a dead cutting from her vine. Where did you get this?

Does it matter? I reunited you with your long-lost love.

To think I was confused about Batman and catwoman.

It matters because these vines don't die unless...

Unless what?

Unless she's infected someone else.

What you thinking about?

What was for dessert.

Jada's hiding something.

I don't know what, but I trust my gut on this.

She's lying.

Then it's time for her to tell me everything.

I'll call you tomorrow, tell you what I learned.

Good luck.

Great first date, huh?

Definitely memorable.

And people wonder why I don't throw dinner parties.

You okay?

Your girlfriend left this.

Once a crow, always a crow, huh?

I didn't know about Jordan Moore.

Your word is not good enough, Jada.

Well, it has to be.

I didn't know about Jordan,

or the experiments,

or the deaths.

How could I?

I'm a mother.

The whole point of all this was that no one else get hurt.

The whole point of what?

I'm gonna tell you something.

And for your sake, and for everyone you love's sake,

you keep it to yourself.

Promise me that.

I can't.

Not until I know what it is.

Marquis is sick.

What's going on, Marquis?

What'd you get for your birthday?

A bug collector kit.

That's cool.

What are you doing with that magnifying glass?

Melting ants.

They burn up in the sun.

There was an incident during a school field trip.

Marquis was on the bus.

It pulled up to a stoplight.

J“ a sustained heart pain and a dark fever j“

And suddenly a man dressed like a clown,

green hair, purple suit,

big ugly smile,

he jumped on board, took over the bus.

The joker?

There was an encounter with my son.

The joker had this zapper on his hand.

- The joy buzzer. - Whatever it's called.

He pressed it against my son's forehead. An electrical charge went through his brain.

After that day, he was different. Dark.

Horrifying.

Marquis?

Marquis has been nothing but nice to me.

Sociopaths are charming 95 percent of the time, Ryan.

Mom, don't be so lame.

It's not lame to tell your dad happy birthday.

I wrote him a card.

Sweetheart, your father's overseas.

It would mean so much to him if he heard it...

I said, no!

Specialists, neurologists, psychologists.

I have spent millions trying to fix him behind his back,

so I could have my sweet boy again.

No one's been able to help me.

And then I learned of cryostasis.

So you were behind the freeze serum.

I had no idea my research team was conducting human experiments.

I just thought if I could sideline Marquis for a while,

it would buy me some time to find a solution.

He's going in for another bite.

How's the burger, dad?

Delicious.

What the hell?

Uh-oh. He's onto me.

Is that peanut butter?

What's wrong?

Peanuts. Burger.

Where's your pen? Where's your pen?

J“ now you're dancing through the smoke like nothing else matters j“

j“ where are you going, boy? J“

Why are you telling me this?

Because everything I have done since the day we met

has been to protect you, Ryan.

And because I need your help.

All I want is to stop Marquis before anyone else gets hurt.