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Previously on "Batwoman"...

Quite frankly the makeover
this city needs

comes from an ugly
I've never seen before.

I love you so m...

Oh, no!

We are going to get Ang back, okay?

I killed Ocean,

and I felt... nothing.

I'm alive and very pissed off.

Angelique... where is she?

Wave hello to your fans, Angelique.

I need you to watch
as these two let me go.

You teaming up with Sophie
like this... it's a bad idea, okay?

She's gonna figure out
who you are. She's smart.

RYAN, ON RECORDING: I'm really
missing my Batsuit right now.

Oh, my God.

Masks have taken on...

various meanings over time.

Deceit, disguise,

cheap entertainment,

but as Jung once said,

we all wear masks,

both to create an impression upon others

but also to hide our own true natures.

Good evening, Mr. Sionis.

It's absolutely beautiful.

Hmm. Though making people look
their best is my specialty,

I think this just so happens
to be my masterpiece.

For generations, every Sionis...

has had a replica mask

decorating their casket.

I exhumed this one...

from the coffin of my
dearly departed daughter,

once dead, now on the verge of rebirth.

My name is Kate Kane.

No. No. Ugh!

Dr. Rhyme, if you would.

Ms. Kane, our therapy has come

to an end point.

On my cue, you will remember

nothing of your life before today.

Your only memories will be those

of Circe Sionis.

No. N...

No!

Ugh!

I must warn you, Roman.

While psychologically and behaviorally

she is your daughter,

there was nothing I
could do about her voice.

Her larynx was damaged by your man

during the kidnapping
and subsequent torture.

Hmm.

What the hell, Dad? Why
am I wearing this mask?

Don't you remember, sweetheart?

You were in a terrible fire
when you broke out of Arkham.

It still feels a little fuzzy.

Hmm. Well, things will
become more and more clear

as the days pass.

The important thing is now
that you have this mask

no one will ever hurt you again.

Hmm.

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Ohh.

You're a little late
for turndown service.

Where is he?

Unh!

Ugh!

Unh!

Yes?

Agent Tavaroff, heard a rumor

you got a DNA sample from the Bat.

I'll verify your rumor
if you verify mine.

Word is you were pretty
tight with the last one.

What's your point, Russell?

Oh, that you could save
the lab a lot of trouble

if you could give us
the name of this one.

How many rape kits have to
go to the back of the line

so you can make a big splash
to boost your career?

The Commander know about you
squandering resources like this?

He's the one who signed
off on it actually.

Commander?

Moore, what can I do for you?

I know how you feel
about vigilantes, sir,

but instead of wasting
our time with Batwoman,

shouldn't we be trying to
figure out who Black Mask is?

Well, we were, but Batwoman
got in the way of that,

ruined our undercover operation,

and cost us a chance
to take down Black Mask.

She's on our side, Commander.

Heh. Well, if that were true,

she wouldn't mind being
on a first-name basis.

Is that the real reason
you're doing this?

Trust? Or is it because every time
you see her you think of Kate?

Get out of my office, Moore.

- Excuse me?
- You think a little fling

with my daughter 5 years ago

gives you permission to
tell me how to do my job?

Sir, I... I didn't mean to overstep.

Get out of my office now.

Yes, sir.

Why are you making me relive this?

Black Mask kept tabs on his
cookhouses with a video feed,

allowed him an eye on the cookie jar

without actually getting
his hand caught in it.

Smart, right? Wrong.

Because that allows me to
track the internet traffic.

So we can track it back
to the camera's IP address

to get the location of the cookhouse

where Angelique is being held.

Not just a pretty face here, people.

Send those cookhouse
coordinates to the Batmobile.

Uh, I'm not sure that's
gonna be your first stop.

Somebody turned on the Batsignal.

Hi.

It's not a pager.

A little busy here.

Well, unless you want to give
me your name and number...

Uh-huh. What do you want?

First off, lose the tude.

I'm doing you a favor.

I thought you should know
the Crows are in the process

of extracting your DNA profile

from blood spatter found
at the Snakebite facility.

Once they have that,
they're gonna upload it

to the national DNA registry.

Of course, they'll need
something to match it against,

so you should be good

unless of course you've
ever been in the system.

Anything you want to tell me?

Other than you need
to destroy that sample?

It's already being processed.

They'll have the profile in a few hours.

Arrest warrant won't be long after that.

I better use what time I have left

to save the one person
who had the guts to testify

against Black Mask.

Remember her?

The one the Crows were
supposed to protect?

Wait.

I can't make any promises
about the sample,

but I'll do my best.

Let's hope that's enough.

Am I close? We
don't have a lot of time.

Batwoman, we took a group vote

and you need to come home.

What are you talking about?

Angelique is being held
somewhere in this dump.

And while we appreciate
that she's a former flame,

Sophie just dropped an a-bomb.

We need to figure out how
to preserve your identity.

We will once I find Angelique.

Didn't Sophie just say that we
only had a couple more hours?

Yeah. So I got to be quick.

Okay. I'm just gonna say it.

Finding Angelique is not worth throwing

the Batlegacy down the drain.

Excuse me?

Look. I'm just saying
you can't have both.

Black Mask is using Angelique
to cook Snakebite, right?

He went through a lot
of trouble for her,

so I highly doubt he'd just kill off

his golden goose right off the bat.

Priority number one should
be saving the future

of the symbol for your sake
and the city's, and then...

How about this? You two call Sophie,

y'all put your heads together
and save my future.

I'll be here kicking
some False Face ass,

saving my past.

I'll check in later.

Ohh! Stop! Aah!

What the hell is this, barbeque for one?

Batty, what brings you here?

Oh. Was it the odor?

Honestly, I've been at this so long

I can hardly smell it.

Why are you here?

The False Face kidnapped a friend,

so I've been popping
by their known hideouts,

seeing if someone would be willing

to spill his possible location.

I'm looking for someone
they kidnapped, too.

Really? Her name wouldn't
happen to be... pbb...

I don't know... Angelique by chance?

How do you know that?

Well, according to Mr.
Extra crispy over here,

when Angelique couldn't
conjure up the special sauce

that gives Snakebite its bite,

Black Mask took her phone and used it

to track down the actual chef,

who does know all 11 herbs and spices.

You're talking about Ocean.

Mm-hmm.

I thought you killed him.

Heh. Well, that's completely
besides the point.

- Which is?
- Angelique and Ocean

are apparently being held at a place

that is more fortified than this one,

and quite frankly, I need backup,

by which I mean someone to stand behind

so that the bullets don't hit my visage.

Damn.

You're crazier than
everyone already thinks.

Well, enemy of my enemy,
doesn't that mean...

That you're still the bitch
who murdered my mom.

Touché, but I'm also the bitch

who knows where our beloved cooks are.

Unh!

The only one who knows as of now,

and as much as our dearly
departed was forthcoming

about their location, he wasn't as clear

about how long they'd stay alive.

Apparently, Black Mask just wants them

to spill the recipe, so the
clock is tick, tick, ticking.

What do you say? Partners?

That silence sounds like a firm yes.

You cross me, and you
don't have to worry

about bullets killing you.

Okay.

Oh, goody! I've always wanted
to ride in the Batmobile!

Ooh! What does this button do?

Pisses me off. Don't
make me hit the ejector seat.

That exists?

You want to find out?

Kind of.

Initiate self-destruct? Cool.

Hey!

This is a rescue mission,

not a school field trip.

- Stop!
- You agreed to this

little team-up pretty quickly,

which tells me that this Angelique

must be very near and
dear to your heart.

You want to tell me where I should turn?

Keep going straight,

which I'm guessing you
didn't do with Angelique.

Come on. You can tell me everything.

Who emojied who first?

I'm dying to know how a drug
chef stole Batwoman's heart.

We are not doing this.

We are not getting to know each other.

Everything I need to know
about you is written

on my mama's grave.

Okay.

_

Can I help you?

Commander Kane just wanted an
update on the Batwoman sample.

Yeah? He's not the only one.

Agent Tavaroff was just
here checking on it.

Don't worry. I'm gonna babysit
this thing the whole way.

How long until it's ready?

Not much longer.

Blech. You know we're gonna have to

deep clean the Batmobile now.

Oh, I am well aware.

Okay. Based on the trajectory,
they're headed

somewhere along the waterfront.

Ugh. I get the appeal of Angelique

or whatever, but how desperate are we?

I mean, Alice? Alice? Really?

Do we even know this isn't a trap?

Nope.

_

Tell me you destroyed it.

I can't. Too many eyes.
We need a plan B.

What? Sophie? No.
Every plan involves you

destroying the damn sample!

Look. My entire office is acting like

they're sitting on the nuclear codes.

I'd have an easier time
swiping records out of Area 51.

There are only 78 more minutes
till they get her profile.

Then they're gonna upload it

to the national DNA database, and...

And if she's ever been entered
in there for any reason ever,

such as an arrest,
they're gonna get a match,

and the whole world will
know Batwoman's identity.

I got to go. Bye.

Ohh.

How do you know False Face
was telling you the truth?

Well, it's hard to lie
through your teeth

when they've all been yanked out.

Everybody ready for their closeup?

"An idiot's guide to making
Snakebite" take one.

And... action.

Take two.

There will not be a take 3.

One sentry.

Looks like they're trying
to keep a low profile.

I want to see.

Why don't I get any Battoys?

Can I at least have a batarang?

Okay. You draw him out,
I'll take him out.

Think you can handle that?

Sure.

What the hell are you doing?

- What you asked.
- I told you to draw him out,

not draw him to us.

And I delivered. Your move, lover girl.

Ugh!

Unh! Agh!

See? That worked out splendidly.

There they are!

Might want to give me that batarang now.

Hey.

Got you a prezzie.

Mary, kind of busy right now.

- I can't really do...
- It's not from me.

It's from someone who knows
how hard you are to shop for,

and he got you this.

It's a targeted kill drive.

Your lab is turning
Batwoman's DNA evidence

into a bunch of ones and zeroes,

and that guy will rearrange
those ones and zeroes,

making it unreadable.

Didn't know you were on
Batwoman's payroll, as well.

Oh. Huh? No. Luke just
asked me as a favor

because we hang out casually as friends.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

So according to the Bat team

if I use this device, then when the file

is transmitted to the DNA registry

it won't match anything?

- Yeah.
- That's pretty clever.

So did Luke include
an instruction manual?

No, but he is available
for tech support.

You just have to plug that little cutie

into any computer in the
building with tier one access.

Heh. Tier one access?

There's only one person with that.

Your dad's been holed
up in there for hours.

How the hell do you expect
me to get him to leave?

Why do you think I'm here?

Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!

Ahh.

We make a shockingly good team,

and by we, I mean your car and I.

Where are the cooks
being held on the boat?

Because I'm gonna tell you?

Your bad. She was the nice one.

Where are the cooks?

Upper deck. Upper deck.

If they were harmed in any way,

I swear to you on my
headless mother's grave...

Unh!

He just passed out.

Oh, my God. You love him.

I just kicked him for no reason.

- Not him. Ocean.
- Ocean? What?

N-No.

Is that your boyfriend?

I drove a knife through his heart.

Well, for you, that's not a no.

Oh. That's true.

I had a bit of a breakthrough
at yesterday's therapy session,

although it would appear
all the unresolved feelings

I have for him that I thought
I resolved in killing him

are, as of yet, unfortunately
still on the table.

Last night's... ahem... steamy tryst

made it all the more confusing.

That's why you needed my help,

to make sure he makes
it out of this alive.

Follow me. Stay close.

Almost through with the cook, sir.

I have to admit I'm quite pleased

with the performances.

Nuance is everything these days.

OCEAN, QUIETLY: Slow down.

Buy ourselves as much time as possible.

WOMAN, ON RADIO: Got a perimeter
breach at the north docks.

What is it?

Apparently, we got company.

WOMAN, ON RADIO: Looks like Batwoman.

What?!

And she's with that bitch Alice.

We need backup at the north dock now.

How will we pass the time?

Quietly would be my first choice.

I like you. You're fun but mean.

You sure this Angelique chick
is good enough for you?

She is. Thank you for your concern.

Is she, though? I mean,
city hero, drug dealer.

Doesn't exactly scream royal wedding.

You asking for a friend...

or are you asking
because you accidentally

have feelings for someone
and it terrifies you?

Because... how could
anyone ever love a monster

who watched her gang kill a woman

and not even wonder her name?

Obviously asking for a friend.

Heh heh.

Angelique was the only
person in our group home

who ever had my back.

I see.

So you were plucked away like

the little orphan Annie
while she was left behind.

That's why you're so determined
to save her now, isn't it?

Guilt. Ha ha ha!

Where have I heard that before?

Ech. Your predecessor was
obsessed with saving me.

She couldn't accept reality and move on.

Poor thing didn't realize
until it was too late...

and then she died.

Just a little piece of advice

from an antihero to a hero.

You can't save everyone,

not without losing who you are.

Go! Let's go!

They're at the north docks.

If you really want to know who I am,

you should know this about me.

I am someone who never forgets.

What are you doing?

Oh, don't worry.

I'm gonna save Ocean... from you.

I am going to make sure he
knows exactly what you are.

And... cut.

That's a wrap.

Batwoman to Batcave.

I'm in, but...

kind of got a maze situation going here.

Uh, head to the left.

There should be a stairwell
in the northeast corner.

Copy.

- Hey.
- Hey. So the lab's

about to upload Batwoman's
DNA to the mainframe.

Talk me through this.

As soon as the file's uploaded,

click on Batwoman's profile.

It'll shred that baby
to high-tech ribbons.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Let's hope this was worth the wait.

And... they're starting the upload now.

Okay. Here it comes.

- Oh, no.
- What? What happened?

It's not just Batwoman's file.

They're uploading DNA
profiles from dozens

of Crows investigations.

You can't single hers out?

That's the problem.
They made the file labels

numbers for anonymity.

There are no names,

meaning there's no
way to tell them apart.

The only way to get Batwoman's
would be to corrupt them all.

How serious are these cases?

This being Gotham, we can be
damn sure it's not for jaywalking.

If we did this,

we wouldn't just be protecting Batwoman.

We would be protecting
rapists and murderers.

We can't do it, Luke.

What about Batwoman, Sophie?

The results will be back
in a matter of minutes.

What are we supposed to do?

I might have an idea.

What is this?

Guess who passed the health inspection

with flying colors. Ha!

Last time we spoke, I got
the distinct impression

you had no interest in
legitimizing this place.

I didn't, but I do care
about staying open

and you keeping your
guys out of my hair,

so consider this... a compromise.

Wow. I'm impressed.

We've got up-to-code storage,

certified nurses and doctors.

Sad to say, that leaves
me inside most days

doing paperwork.

- You okay?
- Hmm?

You're sweating. Here.

Yeah. No. I'm... I'm fine.

So what happens if someone
walks in with a gunshot wound

that you're supposed to report to GCPD?

Well... I do what the regulations say.

I fill out this thingy,

and I fax it to the GCPD using

this ridiculous monstrosity,

which I'm pretty sure
is twice as old as I am.

This an oversight?

Uh... well, no one ever taught
me how to send a telegraph

or a fax or whatever they are,

and there's n-nothing in the regulations

that requires me to hire an I.T. guy.

So you figured out your workaround.

Compromise works both ways.

Well, then as far as I'm concerned,

you're clear to open shop.

- I need to get going.
- Wh...

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Seriously,

you do get that we're basically

treating and harboring
potential criminals here.

Well, if it means you'll
start taking my calls again,

I don't need to know that
that thing is not plugged in.

I'll... I'll talk to you later.

Uh!

Huh. Well, that worked.

Where's Batwoman?

Finally, a member of this lame
society who's actually trying.

Love this. Is it oak?

You can find her on the deck.

I'll be back for you.

Looking forward to it.

Okay. A few more minutes,

and the world will know
the name behind the Bat.

Dibs on arresting her
ass by the way. Heh.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

All rightie. Who's ready for this?

Betting windows are closed.

The identity of Batwoman 2.0 is...

None found? What... what the?

This is B.S.

How could she not be in the system?

Uh-oh.

Did someone send out invites to a party

before they found out
if there was a party?

What are you looking at?

Back to work.

Tell Batwoman she's good.

What did you do?

It's handled. That's all that matters.

Now I got to delete my digital footprint

so the Commander never
finds out about this.

Look, dude.
You don't have to kill us.

We can make as many batches as you want.

She's right, man.
Watching a how-to video

isn't the real thing.
There's a million variables...

potency of the fear toxin,

mushroom oil... Ohh!

What the hell, man?

Stop.

Wait.

You don't want to do that.

What? This?

How did you find us?

Your girl Ryan sends her love.

- Can you walk?
- Go without me.

Dude, no. You're coming with us.

Come on, come on!

Hey. You're gonna get out of here.

You're gonna find that girl
you won't shut up about, okay?

Yeah. Go find your girl.

You guys take the back,

keep your eyes up.

There's False Face everywhere.

H-Hey. Thank you.

Come on.

Heh heh. They're not leaving here.

Yes, they are unless
you can get through me.

Aah!

Err!

Thank you.

Never leave a woman
who's been in captivity

half her life alone with a hairpin.

Oof!

Unh!

Raah!

Aah!

Help me!

Good luck with that.

I remember your mom.

Cora. I remember her.

Short hair, purple sweater.

I lied about forgetting her.

Now help me... please.

Like you said,

can't save everyone.

What?

Oh, my God.

Hey! Check it!

It's amazing what a little paint

and 6 figures worth of permits and
doctors' salaries will do, right?

Yeah. It's, uh... wow... nice.

Hey. Have you noticed anything
strange about your dad lately?

What do you mean?

I mean his demeanor.

Any mood swings, health issues?

He seemed fine when I saw him today.

I mean, he signed off on the place.

He even saw the fax machine.

- What fax machine?
- The one that's

not plugged in that
keeps us from having to

report our patients to the authorities.

He signed off on that?

Your dad?

Yeah.

Why are you asking me
all these questions?

I found this in his office.

He probably seized it on a bust.

Wouldn't it be in evidence then?

What are you saying? It's his?

Your dad blew up at me
today out of nowhere.

He kicked me out of his office.

Then I found this a few hours later.

It sort of just sounds like my dad.

Soph, you can't be serious.

You should talk to him, Mary.

My dad is not doing Snakebite.

Then it should be a short conversation,

but I really think you need to have it.

I thought you'd never
want to see me again.

Ryan, don't.

Don't what?

Apologize.

I told you

that you'd be protected if
you ratted out Black Mask.

You almost died because of me.

No. I almost died because
that's what I signed up for...

to make a lot of money,
to feel like I matter,

and to know that everything
could be ripped away

at any moment, including my life

and all the people I care about.

It's my fault.

Then let's start over,

putting all of this behind us.

Come into witness protection with me.

- What?
- I made a deal with the feds.

Everything I know about False Face

in return for my protection.

It's real. I trust them.

Where are you gonna go?

Come with me and find out.

There's nothing holding us back now.

Say something.

My life is here.

Here? Gotham sucks.

It swallowed us whole
and spit us out, Ry.

But what if it could suck less?

How? This city's a cesspool.

Look out the freaking window.

There are ways to fix it.

Like the community
center I'm working on.

Ang, what if kids like us
didn't have to grow up

in the same city we did?

I never deserved you, did I?

Are you kidding me?

You changed my life.

I'm gonna miss you, Ry.

Me, too.

Pretty swanky place you got here

for a guy who slings
dope in the streets.

Alice, delusional leader

of the defunct and failed
Wonderland gang.

Charmed I'm sure.

I'm not.

Why is she getting fleas
on my furniture?

She was with Batwoman
during tonight's siege.

Figured you'd appreciate a face to face.

Hmm.

Nah. Just kill her.

Heh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I didn't even do anything.

I was chained to a pipe
most of the night.

Actually, there is one thing she has

that could be of interest.

Dump her in the cellar.
I'll deal with her tomorrow.

Heh heh.

Greg, move your head!

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