All language subtitles for Titans.S03E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[Valeska] I thought
you called it.

[Telly] I thought
Perez called it.

[Santiago] Why the fuck
would I wanna see
any of you?

Especially tonight.

You hear anything, Valeska?

I've heard plenty.

My guy says he cracked
the Joker's head in two.

One swing,
and the man's brains
spilled out like wedding soup.

It wasn't him.

We all know
the Bat doesn't do murder.

He does now.

Well, let's do this again
when one of you dies.

[knocks on table]

[guns cocking]

What the fuck?

[man] Open it.

Jimmy.

Like I said,
until the next time.

[man] Open the bag!

[gunshot]

Shit, where the fuck
is this guy?

[projectile fires]

[grunts, screams]

The bag.

[man 2] Oh, shit.

Fuck me.

That's Danny.
That's my sister's kid!

All your number-twos
are in there.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the guy you want
on your side.

I can protect you.

-From the Bat?
-Batman's gone. I retired him.

Check the sky every night.
No more Bat Signals.
The nightmare's over.

Any problems with cops
or other masks,

I take care of it
from now on.

It'll cost you 40%
of what you make.

And trust me,

you're about to make
a lot more.

Fuck this...

[thudding]

Any more questions?

[theme music playing]

They said you were undercover
before this.

Yeah.

Vice?

Gangs?

Narcotics?

-A little bit of everything.
-Wow.

How long you been
on the force?

You ask a lot of questions,
Tod-with-one-D.

No, I...
It's just funny, you know.

You show up a few months ago,
nobody knows from where,
people are whispering... IA?

I'm not IA.

I was with a special branch
of law enforcement before this.

Like Secret Service?

I was a bird, Tod.

A big, red bird
with latex talons and
a composite beak-like helmet.

Okay, Mr. Mystery.
[clicks tongue]
Have it your way.

[policeman on radio]
20th & Grand. Shots fired.

-I'll take the tunnel.
-Yeah, I'll take 20th.

[bicycle bell ringing]

[Hank] Stop running!

[grunting]

-[Hank] That was fast.
-[Dove] Yeah.

[man grunts]

Practically delivered himself
to me.

[Hank] Wanna grab a coffee?

I... I have a lunch.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Boat salesman.

The broker.

Um, I'll be around
if you need me.

We still got it.

[Dove] Always will.

-[man groans]
-[handcuffs clicking]

[female reporter on TV]
Late breaking news:
Confirmed by several sources,

the man who terrorized Gotham
for a generation, known only as
"the Joker," is dead.

He was brutally murdered
last night in Arkham Asylum.

Prison staffers have
unofficially speculated
the assailant was the Batman,

but police have yet to confirm.

Calls to health officials...

[Gordon] Of course, Mr. Mayor.
Yeah. Night and day.

No special dispensation.

Can I help you?

I'm Dick Grayson.

Yeah, I know.

You picked a nice time
for a reunion.

And you are?

[Gordon] Thanks, Vee.

11:20 last night,
Bruce's jet took off.
Changed IFR in mid-air.

Nobody knows
where he touched down.

-Except maybe you?
-[scoffs] I wish I did.

-What happened?
-I was asleep.

Bruce came into my room
and dropped a bloody crowbar
on the floor.

Said it was over
with him and the Joker.
That he ended it.

Then he said
he was done with Gotham,
the Bat, all of it.

So that's it? No note?
Marching orders?

He said be a better Batman.

[scoffs softly] That's some
fucked-up parent jiu-jitsu.

-Trying to reel you back--
-[indistinct radio chatter]

Trying to reel you
back home.

"Be a better me, son."

[sighs]

You're not serious.

I can't leave now, can I?

You know
how crazy that is, right?

Trying to step into
your father's shoes?

I do, Commissioner Gordon.

"Be a better Batman," huh?

[Dick] Bruce wasn't perfect,
okay? He got sloppy.

Let it get personal
with the Joker.

What happens when Gotham
takes one of yours, Dick?

I'm not gonna go around Gotham
swinging a fucking crowbar,
am I?

I'm sorry.

We'll see.

Any other headlines?

I'm bringing in the Titans.

Are you sure about that?

[male reporter]
Arriving from San Francisco,

the Titans have been spotted
in Gotham City

just one day
after the Joker was murdered
in Arkham Asylum.

The Titans did not
answer questions,

but sources say that
the timing of their appearance
is not coincidental.

First Robin's murder,
then Joker, the...

[Dick] Thank you all for coming
on such short notice.

I wish it was under
better circumstances.

[Kory scoffs] Nobody calls us
under better circumstances.

I appreciate you for coming,
but I should warn you,
you're not in San Francisco.

This city breeds
a special class of criminal.

People die here.

Not just regular people.
People like us.

I don't wanna lose
anybody else.

We know
what we're up against.

You're family.
We'd never let you
do this alone.

Can we see the Batsuit?

No.

The Batmobile?

-Guys!
-What? He made me ask.

I did not. Dick!

There'll be enough time
for all of that,

but right now
we need to focus
on the task at hand.

Word's out in Gotham
that Batman's gone.
News like that travels fast.

So we'll have our hands full.

Get some food.
Get some rest.
Could be a long night.

[computerized female voice]
Incoming call
from Barbara Gordon.

Looks like
it already started.

[breathes deeply]

[indistinct conversations]

This is Hoskins.
Yeah, go ahead.

Her name's Ann Williams.
She's a 34-year-old
marketing consultant.

No record,
no religious groups,
no terrorist affiliations.

Married?

She's a widow.
She has a 7-year-old daughter.

-Where's she?
-We're looking.

She ask for a lawyer?

She hasn't said a word
since we brought her in.
She just brought this note.

Asking to talk to Nightwing.

Looks like it was written
on the back of a textbook page
or something.

Play it.

She's terrified.

Red hood.

Joker started out his career
wearing one.

Think it might be related?

I hope not.

[explosion]

[Ann] The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.
[breath trembling]

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

[whimpers]

-You asked to speak to me?
-[gasps]

-Can you speak?
-Mmm-mmm.

The red hood
you were wearing...

Was that something to do
with the Joker?

Why do you wanna
talk to me?

Who did that to you?

Am I supposed to call that?

7-3-5...

7-2-0...

2-6-6-0.

[keyboard clacking]

[dialing]

[line ringing]

[gasps]

You okay?

-Hey.
-[groans]

Make it stop.

Hang up the call!

Hang up the call.

Make it stop!

[gasps]

We found Ann's daughter
wandering around
the bus station an hour ago.

Also wearing a red hood.

She said
some strange man in a mask
snatched her out of bed.

So Ann wasn't working alone.

Or he used the kid
to coerce her.

No money,
no political manifestos.

Doesn't sound like
a Joker copycat to me.

So what does he want?

What's any terrorist want?

Create chaos, paranoia, fear.
The noisy kind.

Toxicology came back.

The woman had a subdermal
drug delivery system
in her arm.

Our guy said it was
some sort of Flakka derivation.

Like nuclear bath salts.

He juiced her with
some serious chemical strength.

A bomb and pharmacology.
Points to a science background,
maybe military.

Well, that narrows it down
a few hundred thousand.

Probably with
a mental health issue, too.

Might help narrow the profile.

I wasn't gonna mention this,

but for cases like these,
we've been using a consultant,
a profiler.

And we've gotten good results,
but you're not gonna like it.

Okay.

You're really
not gonna like it.

Scarecrow.

What?

Told you
you wouldn't like it.

You know,
Batman put him in Arkham
years ago for a reason.

Oh, he's still there.

He's just helping us out
on the side.

This is nuts.
You're taking advice
from a fucking crazy person.

It was Bruce's idea.

He thought that
Crane had value.

And so far,
he's been right.

When it comes to profiling
the criminally insane,

I hate to admit it,
but he's the best
that we've got.

And after
what happened today,

I think that
we need the best.

[sighs]

I'll call ahead,
make an introduction.

"I, Richard D. Grayson,
under no circumstances,

not death,
nor love, nor loneliness,

will ever give comfort
to fear."

Welcome to
Camp Cruel and Unusual.

[gasping]

This is insane.
Batman's actual books!
[chuckles]

The Red Book by Carl Jung.
Original 1959
estate manuscript.

Meditations of the Emperor
Marcus Aurelius Antoninus.

-What are you doing?
-What?

Don't put food
on his books, man.

Were you raised in a barn?

Mmm. Test tube, actually.

Hey, does Superman
have a library?

Mmm, I don't know.

I feel like he's got
a whole bunch of
space rocks and shit.

[Kory speaking Tamaranian]

Oh, hey Kory, you gotta
check this out. It's...

[continues speaking Tamaranian]

Uh, Kory?

[continues speaking Tamaranian]

[continues speaking Tamaranian]

Kory, talk to me.

[gasps]

Please tell me
that was a grease fire.

[panting]

[cell phone ringing]

The famous Starfire
finally returns a call.

-[Kory on phone]
Sorry, Justin. I've been a rat.
-That's okay.

Been busy
saving San Francisco,
now Gotham.

-What's going on?
-Um...

We had a death
in the family.

I'm sorry.

Jesus. Is there anything
I can do?

Actually, there is.

I had a couple of
strange episodes.

I didn't know
who else to call.

I don't know
what to make of them.

Well, grief can do that.

Yeah?

Crying, laughing, drinking.

Sleeping with strangers.

I wish it was that kind.
It's not.

This is more of a...

"Blacking out in the middle of
the day and torching the walls"
kind of episode.

Ah. That kind.

You've heard of that?

What you described sounds like
a violent parasomnia episode.

That's usually when
our subconscious is knocking,

saying, "Yo, something's
not right down here."

So, I'm nuts.

Yup. Like the rest of us.

If it happens again, call me.
Maybe I can
prescribe something.

Thanks.

And if it doesn't happen again,
you can call me anyway.

I will.

What cell?

He's on the end.
Only one down here.

Dr. Crane?

[duct tape ripping]

[Crane] Weed?

Look, if you want my help,
and you do,

then I'm gonna need
some high-quality flower.

I'm talking 70-30 sativa.
Lemon Lyric is my favorite,
but I'm not a name-brand whore.

Just get me in the ballpark.

Anything above 25% THC,
we can have
our little tete-a-tete.

[soft thudding]

[Dick] You're doing
the stoner act, huh?

It's not an act.
It helps my brain slow down.

Arkham isn't really
a venue for depressants.

Gotham PD actually has you
on the payroll?

[exhales] No.

But when I am
a good little doggie,
they give me my treats.

A woman killed herself
today, Doctor.

Very strange case.

[chuckles]

I heard.

She asked for
a new guy, Nightwing.

Poor Batman.

I mean, the dude has
one little murdering spree

and all of a sudden
he's yesterday's news, right?

[chuckles]

You got rolling papers?

Ah. Love you, brother.
Love ya.

[Crane exhales]

Somebody installed
a subdermal drug pump
in her arm.

Yeah, Barb sent over
a cheat sheet.

He's a vicious little fucker,
this one.

Although,
if we're being honest,

I mean, a subcutaneous
drug pump? [chuckles]
That's too clever by half.

Gotta give him an A+
for originality, though.

The victim was a mother.
Afraid of losing her child.

So afraid, in fact,
she murdered four strangers.

Wait, wait, wait.
You know, when Barb...

When she said
your name, it, uh...

it rung a little bell
in my head.

The carney kid that
Bruce Wayne took in for PR?

You're that Dick Grayson?

You know who I am.

And your story's
biblical, brother.

I mean, really, you ditched
the family safety net,
you flee swinging Wayne Manor.

And then, years later,

like the motherfucking
prodigal son,

home again, home again,
jiggety jig.

I didn't come here
to talk about myself.

If you've read the file,
maybe you have a few ideas?

Well, do you have a light?

No, sorry.

That's okay.
I got connections.

Yes. The file.

Now... [clears throat] Um...

My best guess,
and it's just a guess,
is that, uh,

he somehow knows who this
Nightwing character really is

and he has some sort of
jealousy complex.

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

Maybe he has a background
in explosives,
military, construction.

Maybe just an Internet moog.

Okay, it's nice to see
that higher learning
wasn't wasted on you, Doctor.

Thanks for your help.

It's the Bird's Opening.

What?

It's the Bird's Opening.

It's one of the oldest known
openings in chess.

It was made famous in 1855
by Henry Edward Bird.

It's a classic
king-pawn opening.

The two are connected,
relying on each other.

The King moves stealthily
in the shadows,

while the pawns are sent
into the teeth of destruction
so that he may advance.

-You got all that
from the police cheat sheet?
-Yeah.

The note, it's written
on the back of a page
torn from a chess manual.

It's just his opening move.

[Dick] f4 d5, Knight f3 g6,

e3 Bishop g7,
Bishop e2,

Knight f6, castles, castles.

Is it some kind of code?

That's the Bird's Opening,
chess moves.

I've been running
the piece and board numbers
through the computer.

-Looking at
all the combinations.
-For what?

A telephone number,
bank accounts...
[breathes deeply]

Needle in a haystack.

[beeping]

"Robin."

The Bird's Opening, Robin.

That can't be random.

Ann lived at
2289 Blue Bird Way.

[keyboard clacking]

Let's get a list
of all the Gotham streets
with bird names.

There's five in Gotham.

Blue Bird, Condor Court,
Finch Street, Falcon Way
and Eagle Crest.

I'll see
if the numbers correlate
to the actual addresses

-and the addresses
of the next victims.
-[whooshing]

I pedaled
as fast as I could.

-[laughs] Hank!
-How are you doing, Kory?

-Hi. Oh!
-Good to see you.

-About time.
-Hey, buddy.

So, are we suiting up?

[laughing]

What the fuck?
You just show up.

-No phone call.
-Phone call?

You left me a message
saying you were
going out of town.

Then I see the news.

-You weren't gonna tell me
you were here?
-[scoffs]

I don't have to tell you
my every move.

Oh, I guess I'm a little fuzzy
on the rules.

The rules are
you do your thing,
I do mine.

Okay. Well, this is
kind of my thing, too.

[scoffs]

Look, when Donna died,
I let you follow me to D.C.

because we both
had roots there.
It made sense.

It still does.

Except, I still wanna suit up,
answer the call, you don't!

It's not that simple.

Putting on the Hawk suit
and not being together
kind of sucked.

Are you planning on
going back to D.C.?

I don't know.

[exhales]

That doesn't look like
an overnight bag.

This is Gotham.

If you're gonna Dove,
I'm gonna Hawk.

[groans softly]

Let's go.
We have work to do.

Next time send a text.

[sirens wailing in distance]

Nobody in the back.

Hey. We cleared Finch Street.
Any luck on Eagle Crest?

Nothing. Conner called,
he and Gar came up empty.

-We're too late.
-[line beeping]

Hold on.

Talk to me.

Dick. It's Barb.
We've got a problem.
Bank robbery in progress.

Four armed men and hostages,
we don't know how many.

I wasn't gonna call you,
but they're all wearing
red hoods.

Let's go.

[sirens wailing]

[policeman shouts indistinctly]

Hey.

They have hostages,
but they won't talk to us.
Issued no demands.

It's not a bank robbery.
Tell your men to pull back.

Pull back?

It's a setup,
just like with Ann Williams.

They've been forced into this.
I think it's the same person
behind it.

So what? We just pull back,
wait for the mayhem to start?

No, I can go in there
and talk to them.

They're not criminals,
they're parents.

They think their children
are in danger.

Gar and Conner are searching
for the kids right now.

That's the leverage.
We find them,
this all goes away.

Call your men off
and let us handle it.

If you're wrong,
this is gonna be a bloodbath.

We got this.

Stand down!

[policemen clamoring]

[Nightwing] All right.
Each of us has
a gunman to contain.

But remember,
they're not professionals.

They're scared,
may be on drugs,

so don't be surprised
if they're irrational.

No sudden moves.
No loud voices.
The calmer the better.

[woman whimpers] Please...

[gunman 1] Come on, come on.
Give me the bag.

Please don't...

[gunman 2] It's time.

Do it. He has my son.

He has our kids.

[Nightwing] Wait.

Stay back!

Easy. Everyone, just relax.

You don't have to do this.

Look, we know somebody
took your children
and forced you into this.

We're gonna find them
and bring them back to you
safe and sound.

Nobody needs to get hurt.

We found the kids.

[over comms]
Safe and sound.

The kids are safe.
We found them.

Now put your guns down.

Nobody needs to get hurt.
This is over.

No, it's not over.
Not yet.

Conner!

[over comms]
Those people in bank...

they aren't the parents.

Now it's over.

[pulsing]

[high-pitched ringing]

[fire alarm beeping]

[Gordon] They walked out
with $25 million,

and drove off
with my men two blocks away.

You practically gave them
a police escort.

We got played.
I'm sorry, but it happens.

Didn't happen with Batman.

Be a better Batman, I believe
were the instructions, Dick.

-Whoever this is,
this is exactly what they want.
-Which is?

-Mistrust between us.
-[scoffs]

Well, they should've
called first.

That box was
already checked.

Those guys at the bank
looked like Perez's people.

I find them, I find out
who's running this show.

The people who have
sworn to defend Gotham
will handle it.

-The ones in this building.
-I can help.

I stood down for you tonight.

Nobody else could have
convinced me to do that.

-It wasn't professional.
-Right.

Keep it professional.

I'm sorry we failed you
tonight, Commissioner.

The city is on edge
and it's my job
to protect them, not yours.

This is a police matter.

[Dick] Hey, man.

What you eating?

I don't know.

Gar made it, I think.

Some kind of meat thing.

That's Krypto's.

[chuckles softly]

How'd it go with Barbara?

She said she wants us
to keep it professional.

Whoa. The "break up
and work together" thing
is not for amateurs.

-There's nothing going on
between us anymore.
-Of course.

-Serious.
-Oh, yeah, sure.

You want me to go out
and grab a shovel,
help you dig a little deeper?

I disappointed her.
Fucked it up again.

[sighs deeply]

Bruce wouldn't have fallen
for that bank shit.

Eh, nobody's perfect.

Not even Bruce.

He sure wasn't the other night.

Yeah, that must have been
tough to see.

Before we took off,
he asked me to stay.

Said the city's mine.

It's kind of like
asking your adult son
to move back home,

sleep in your bed,

-wear your old slippers.
-[chuckles softly]

-It's a little weird.
-Yeah.

It was good to see
the Hawk today.

Yeah, it felt good.

I got some repairs done.

Stu?

Wanted 40K
for reconditioning.

Found a lady
at the dry cleaner,
who did it for 100 bucks.

You looked good.

Though Dawn tells me
you rocked the bike shorts
back in D.C.

Hey, those are
pursuit-and-attack shorts,
motherfucker.

[sighs] Let me go
check on Kory,
see how she's doing.

Hey.

Whoever this is
fucking with us,
he's going down.

And we're gonna be
the ones to do it.

So chin fucking up, amigo.

Chin up.

Whenever you're ready,

I know what you're doing.

Psy ops.
Mastered by the Russians.

[chuckles]

You do know I'm from
another planet, right?

Allegedly.

Do you always get this way
when you get competitive?

By "this way"
I mean "insane."

I'm problem-solving.

The Bird's Opening.
The answer's right
in front of us.

It's hidden in plain sight.

[chuckles] Hey,
speaking of Russians.

This guy Bobby Fischer
had the fillings removed
from his mouth

because he thought
the Russians were using it
as a radio transmitter--

-Stop.
-It's a fact.

Hold on, Fischer took out
his own fillings?

I'm not sure
if I should talk or not.

He did it because he thought
the Russians were trying
to beat him.

It was a defensive move.

[exhales] We're looking at this
the wrong way.

The answer isn't figuring out
more of Bird's Opening moves,
it's how we beat it.

Conner, top five defensive
moves against Bird's Opening.

[door opens]

I wouldn't. He's on a roll.

From's Gambit,
the modern defense.

-A fianchetto.
-Fianchetto.

-Hobbs Gambit...
-Hobbs?

"Unsound, but nonetheless
interesting and uncommon."

No, not that.
Hobbs Powder Group.
They used to make explosives.

Batman and I shut them down
for street dealing. [typing]

There was a 911 call
2 minutes ago coming
from the Hobbs Building.

[female operator on recording]
911 operator.
What's your emergency?

[man speaking frantically]
A man... I saw him take
this woman into a building.

She was screaming.
He had a gun.

[operator] Where are you?

[man] Outside
the Hobbs Building.
He took her inside.

He had a hood over his head.
A red hood.

[operator]
Units are on their way.

It's a bogus call.
He's leading them into a trap.

Call Barbara.

-I don't think
she's taking my calls.
-[Kory sighs]

We have to stop those cops.

[Dick] Let's get
the spike strips.

Cops should've been here
by now.

[tiger roaring]

[low growling]

What the...

-[Starfire] Hey there.
-[upbeat song playing]

♪ Oh, no♪

What the fuck!

♪ Oh, no♪

♪ Oh, no♪

♪ Oh, no♪

-[radio beeps]
-All clear here.

♪ Sail on♪

-[Hawk] Maybe you
can help me.
-[grunts]

I've always
puzzled over something.

♪ You told me to sail on♪

A "chicken or egg"
kind of question.

-Nature or nurture?
-[grunts]

Were you born an asshole?

Or you just wake up one day
and you're...

The world's biggest
douche... bird.

♪ We're gonna♪

♪ We're gonna sail on♪

I guess we'll never know.

-[radio beeps]
-All clear.

♪ Sail on♪

[man] What took you
so long?

I got here
as soon as I could.

[man] Thought I was gonna
have to hire a skywriter.

Nice work on
the chess clue, though.

It wasn't me.
I had my team
working on it.

Looks like
you had a team too.

[man] They were expendable,
just like the Titans.

Who are you?

[man] The one they'll run to
when you let them down.

Gotham, it's mine now.

We'll see about that.

[gun cocking]

[man] Oh, come on, man.
You know the tune.

Outgunned, outmanned.

Just throw in the towel
and I promise I'll be gentle.

[groans]

[both grunting]

Bruce always told me
you were better than me
with the toys.

Jason?

In living color.

I got a new name now, though.

You'll be hearing it
a lot around here.

"Red Hood."

[theme music playing]