All language subtitles for Titans (2018) - S03E06 - Lady Vic.en

[Barbara] Previously on Titans...

My sister is down that hole?

I deserved the sister
who would fight for me.

I am who I am because of you.

[Gar] Blackfire behind bars for life?

Just like the Pit.
Fuck! I don't think so. Come on.

-Did you forget something?
-Yeah. Blackfire.

[Kind] What are you doing?

Get in.

-Do you know what this is?
-No.

It's an unidentified chemical.

[inhales]

-[Jason] I want an antidote to fear.
-What's in it for me?

Information on the man
who put you in here.

I would want to know
everything about Batman.

I want Robin
to fly me out of here on his wings.

I just want the formula.

What happened to me?

-[exclaims]
-The Joker.

I brought you back. You're welcome.

I need to know the fucking plan!

The plan is simple.

Immerse the citizens of Gotham
in a world of fear and terror,

with no one to protect them.

When they feel hope's been exhausted,
we swoop in,

be the answer to their fear.

When you feed a starving dog,
it stays by your side forever.

[pleasant music playing]

[cash register dings]

[blows air]

[woman] Phil, we're on the clock.

If I want to hold my woman's hand,
I'm gonna hold her goddamn hand.

[chuckling] And if Sergeant walks in?

Then he'll see us.

And I'll resign.

Here you are, honey.

One Earl Grey.

I know it's not a ring, but...

We're going to make it there one day.
On our honeymoon.

We'll get out of this freezing shithole.

I want to drink piña coladas
on a beach with you.

Well, that's not all.

[chuckles softly] I am a lucky man.

Yes, you are.

[both chuckle]

Happy anniversary.

[intense music playing]

[engine clicks]

Think it's the chill?

Sounds like the starter.

Pop the hood.

[sighs]

[groans]

[woman] Phil!

Drop your knife.

Drop your knife!

[groaning]

[gasping]

-[rock music playing on speakers]
-[car engine starts]

[ominous music playing]

[sighs]

Don't touch anything.

Don't worry, I would never
burn down your home.

It's so [inhales deeply] quaint.

I said don't touch anything.

Hey.

You're back.

With company.

Kory's sister.

Her homicidal sister.

In our house.

Koriand'r, I see you've
prepared a welcome gift.

Have him washed immediately
and returned to my chamber.

-What?
-Yeah, what?

Tamaran is a very different planet.

Clearly the strapping one
is my manservant,

here to attend to my needs.

Sure, I can do that.

Not what she's talking about.

[Kory] No, we don't do that here.

Conner is not your chew toy.

He's one of us.

A Titan.

But is the green one not yours?

[laughing]

I'll need someone to draw me a bath.

-Where would that be?
-No one's gonna draw you a bath.

Upstairs. Pick a room.

[Kory sighs]

Wherever Blackfire goes,
chaos always follows.

Sleep with one eye open.

[theme music playing]

[intense music playing]

[blade slashing]

[Dick] That was a warning shot.

Drop the vase.

If you wish.

Nope.

-Hmm.
-[sighs]

You're not running?

Maybe I want to get caught.

Barbara?

Security here's a joke.

It's my way of keeping my dad on his toes.

[both chuckles]

[alarm sounding]

Wanna grab a drink?

[thunder rumbling]

[Dick and Barbara laughing]

-To being young and more fun.
-[pop music playing on speakers]

Being young and more fun.

All right. [sighs] Here we go.

[coughing]

-Stronger than it looks.
-[chuckles]

Mmm. Kinda like me.

Can I ask you something?

Anything.

What's with the Selina Kyle shit?

You could get hurt.

You wouldn't get it.

When you look at me, what do you see?

Um...

You see Commissioner Gordon's daughter.

[chuckling] Not what I was gonna say.

Why not? It's all anybody ever sees.

Perfect daughter.

I've got the test scores, the pedigree.

I might take after my dad one day.
Who knows?

Doesn't sound so bad.

Yeah, well, I want to be more than that.

I want to do good in the world.
Actual good.

All he ever does is fill out
incident reports and dodge red tape.

Fire up the Bat-Signal
when things get dicey.

Why don't you join me and Bruce?

-You're halfway there. He could teach you.
-[chuckles]

Batman, Robin and...

Robingirl.

How about Batgirl?

Robingirl has a nicer ring to it.

That's sweet,
but it's not really my thing.

You guys work for my dad.

You follow rules.

I like to break them.

[chuckles softly]

So what do you say?

You ready to break some rules?

[male reporter] In the past two weeks,
a series of high-tech robberies

have swept across
Gotham's museums and galleries.

Several of the city's
most prized works of art,

artifacts and world-famous jewels

have vanished under cover of night.

Last night, the prized Millennium necklace

has been stolen
from Gotham's Metropolitan Museum.

It arrived a week ago on loan
from a private collection in Vienna.

Commissioner Gordon stated
he was perplexed

as to how so many sophisticated
security systems can be outsmarted.

[laughing] What'll you do with this?

...for information they might have
pertaining to the robberies.

[sighs] Maybe we should give it back.

What?

No.

Let's try it on.

See if you wanna give it back now.

Show me.

[chuckles] It's heavy.

It suits you.

-Here. Tighter?
-Yeah.

Oh, my God.

What did I do?

[intense music playing]

Sorry.

What?

[panting]

Oh, fuck.

[panting]

[groans]

Dude, that looks horrible.

Five inches over,
we'd be burying another body.

Barbara's responsible for this?

One of her snipers is, yeah.

[scoffs] On her orders, I'm sure.

Maybe I should have a word with her.

I think there's been
enough bloodshed for today.

[breathing heavily]

That was way too close.

I almost had him.

You're not listening, Dick!

You scared us.

Going out on your own,
getting shot, it's not okay.

[sighs]

-I didn't want to put you guys at risk.
-Oh, bullshit, Grayson.

-Excuse me?
-Dude, Hank blew up!

Dawn left us forever, and Jason went dark.

This family is dying
and you go out alone and get shot?

[panting, growling]

Do you even hear the words
coming out of your mouth?

Gar!

What?

Take ten.

[sighs and growls]

-Thanks.
-Where are you going?

I'm gonna go find him.

You lost a lot of blood.
You need to take it easy.

I'm all right.

Before you go,
I need to tell you something.

-Involve catching Red Hood and Scarecrow?
-No.

Then I'll hear about it later.

Fuck.

[suspenseful music playing]

Can you hand me a knife?

Are you sure?

Didn't my sister tell you I'm dangerous?

[chuckles]

Pretty sure I can take you.

Let's test that theory.

Nice throw.

[sighs]

Let's eat.

[intense music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Jason] Let's just put it out
on the streets.

Who cares if it's a perfect dose?

I care. You should too.

Why? It works.

-I'm Exhibit One.
-[chuckles] Exhibit A.

Something submitted as evidence
in support of a proposition.

Exactly.

I exhibited the fuck out of it,
so let's step it up.

There's a greater plan,
Padawan learner. Mysteries to be revealed.

There's no plan without my okay.

And I say let's go and fuck up Dick.

I get you.

You're excited
to see what the next step is.

Before that, I want you to come with me.

There's something I want to show you
that might shed some light on things.

[classical song playing]

I used to come here during lunch
when I was a med student.

There's nothing like pairing
an egg salad sandwich with a craniotomy.

Cool. Can we go now?

Hang on a second.
There's been a shift in dynamics,

and I blame myself
for not [sniffs] being more transparent.

About what?

Exhibit B, or as a lesser man may say,
number two.

[door opens]

[song continues playing]

[groans]

[groans]

[groans]

You are expendable.

Gotham is an open city now.

So I brought in this lovely specimen
to help me with a few errands

that are near and dear to my heart.

If you are unhappy,

there are others who are more than willing
to take up the cause.

Comprende?

Good talk.

[water running]

[water stops]

-What are you doing?
-The dishes.

Is that your role here?

We all do the dishes,

the cooking, laundry and everything else.

This is a disgrace. We are queens.

Twenty-four hours ago,
you were a prisoner.

This is a major step up.

Freedom means nothing
if you choose to live like a servant.

Okay, let's get something straight.

These people are my friends.

You will treat them
and this place with respect.

No more knives.

And if I catch even a whisper
of a scheme out of your mouth,

I will drop you down the hole
I found you in.

Are we clear...

-[door opens]
-...Queen?

[Dick] There's been a development...

Oh.

-Didn't know we had a guest.
-[Kory] Yeah.

That's what I wanted to talk about.

Blackfire.

Pleasure's yours.

-Blackfire. Your...
-Yes.

The person who killed your boyfriend
and your parents.

In our kitchen.

It's a long story.

What were you saying?

There was an attack.
Thomas and Martha Wayne Memorial Hospital.

Surgical team was killed,
medical equipment went missing.

They found a drug inhaler
at the crime scene.

[inhales deeply] Let's go.

You just got shot.

Bruce got shot all the time.
Didn't stop him.

Look how well that went.

Then I'll just have to do better.

Let's go.

I understand now.

The tiny green one isn't your manservant.

Clearly, he satisfies your urges.

[indistinct chatter]

Gar texted the name of the machine.
A shortwave positron multiplier.

The kid they were operating on
needed it for his procedure.

-Is he still angry at me?
-Gar?

It's fear disguised as anger.

He's worried about you.
Doesn't want you hurt.

It's part of the job.

Most people are scared by that.
You're not like most people.

I have Bruce to thank for that.

Crane is doing the same thing to Jason.

What kind of plan
does he have for that machine?

He's not looking to save sick kids.

Who's this new accomplice?
Witness I spoke to said it was a woman.

Blond hair, bad attitude.
Only person she spared was the patient.

Dick Grayson? Kory Anders?

How did you know?

Not allowed access.

-[sighs] On whose orders?
-Barbara Gordon's.

[cameras shutter clicking]

That partnership seems to be
off to a great start.

Gunshot wound, a cock block,
and we're not at lunch yet.

Don't need her to track down
who's working with Crane.

It wouldn't hurt.

I don't know the details
between you and Barbara.

I don't want to. I've got my own problems.

But Crane, Jason, and this new killer,

we cannot track them down
with one hand tied behind our back.

You and Barbara,

fix it.

-[telephone ringing]
-[indistinct chatter]

Yeah. I'll take care of it.

You gonna shoot me again?

This is more your range.

How bad?

Looks worse than it is,
went clean through. [chuckles]

-You hurt?
-A little.

Good.

[chuckles softly]

[sighs]

I had 'em both, Crane and Red Hood.

Don't put this on me.

You went off book. Way off book.

This would be over
if you'd stayed out of it.

Thanks to you,

a high-value prisoner's on the loose
and BOP's gunning for my resignation.

So before you start...

Okay, just... [sighs]

We both made some mistakes yesterday.

-Are you apologizing?
-I'm explaining.

I had a strong hunch about Crane.

I didn't tell you
because the plan would've fallen apart

if he suspected GCPD involvement.

Your hunch led to Crane going AWOL
with a known terrorist.

So, maybe trust your intuition
a little less.

We need to start working together.

[sighs] Right, because history shows
that we've worked great together.

Oh! We got to be on the same side here,

-because if we're not...
-I know!

I get it.

Same team.

[sighs]

I spotted surveillance at the hospital.

You got anything on it?

[sighs] The killer disabled
the OR video feed.

We were only able to recover the audio,
which is useless.

So, unless you have any other ideas...

I have one idea.

-Don't say it.
-Oracle.

[scoffs] Is that what this has been about?

This is Red Hood and Scarecrow.

We can use Oracle's voice recognition
to tap into the phone network.

Oracle has been mothballed for a reason.

I'm the only one with access,
and I'm not revisiting that monster.

Not for you. Not ever.

All right.

[Barbara] This is exactly why
I'm against vigilantes.

They think they're above the law.
Kidnapping prisoners, using them as bait.

Okay, fair enough.

How can I help?

You really want to help?

Go home.

Okay.

[typing]

Why is medical equipment
behind a government firewall?

It's not just medical equipment,
it's a shortwave positron multiplier.

-[Kory] Which is?
-I don't know, but it sounds impressive.

[blade rattles]

We need to figure out
what Crane wants with it.

[Komand'r] Ugh!

Something to add?

Yes, sister.

Look at the way you're going about this.

This is clearly expensive machinery.

He may sell it on the black market.

Crane isn't motivated by cash.

Find out what the rats are up to
on the ground level,

the sources on the street.

Or maybe you're more comfortable
taking orders from others

rather than
taking the initiative yourself.

Kory.

[breathing heavily]

-We're in.
-[Kory] The inventor.

Doctor Christine Vo.

Map says she's deep in Gotham.

[rock music playing on car stereo]

[music stops]

[intense music playing]

Worst taste in music ever.

I see some things never change.

You stay in the car.

Why bring me to your home
if you don't want help?

Just because I didn't let you die
doesn't mean we're a team.

-Then what are you doing with me?
-I have no fucking idea.

I can't leave you alone at Wayne Manor.

I can't send you back to Tamaran,
you blew up my spaceship.

And I can't kill you.

So that leaves us here.

Stay in the car. You, watch her.

Hello?

Anybody home?

[sighs]

I thought your idea was good,

getting intel from people on the street.

Why are you sitting next to me?

I could use the company.

I don't like labs. Bad memories.

Hmm.

Ditto.

So, what's Tamaran like?

Not like Earth.

There's no open skies, no flowing water.

The very air burns your skin.

I miss that burn.

Why would you miss that?

We made life prosper
from nothing but dust.

Kory never appreciated Tamaran
when she had it.

Have you heard stories of Krypton?

Wait. How did you know?

I can see the strength of Krypton
running in your blood.

And something else.

I'm, uh, half-Kryptonian and half-human.

Mmm.

Neither here nor there.

I have empathy for that struggle.

I was an alien even on my own home planet.

Must have been lonely.

It was.

All I ever wanted was the power
that Koriand'r wielded.

Fire.

Every royal is born with it except me.

The cursed child.

I was treated as less than a worm.

Now I know

it wasn't power I coveted.

It was acceptance.

The Titans took me in.

Maybe they could take you in too.

We're a family.

-A family that doesn't share blood?
-[chuckles]

They've got my back. No matter what.

We care for each other,
and when they're happy, I'm happy.

Even my sister?

[chuckling] Yeah, even Kory.

It's just...

you have to earn your way
into this family.

-[suspenseful music playing]
-[indistinct yelling in distance]

[alarm sounding]

[woman yelping]

[Dr. Vo gasps]

Are you okay?

The same bomb used on Hank.

Conner!

Thirty-one beats. What do we do?

Make a deactivator.
No one's gonna die this time.

[beeping]

Status?

80% chance of failure.

-[sobbing] Eighty?
-You'll be fine, okay?

That's Superboy over there.

Forty-five.

Twenty.

Done.

[exclaims]

[inhales and exhales sharply]

[Dr. Vo] Thank you.

[Kory] You got it.

Any idea what she was
talking about in there?

Uh, that stuff about
being in love with her ex-husband?

No, the machine Crane stole.

Oh, the SPM, yeah.

Can you elaborate?

Sure. The shortwave positron multiplier
is used to cure kids with RPPD.

It can multiply any chemical compound
with pulses of high-energy positrons

resulting in oxidative reactions
in the pentose phosphate pathway.

Okay, so what does Crane want with it?

Good question.

If only we had
a criminal mastermind who could tell us.

Or half of one.

Right. Well,

if I were an evil genius,

I could alter the machine
to multiply other chemicals.

Whatever I wanted more of,
I could have, and fast.

Whatever Crane was doing
before he went into Arkham,

he's back at it again.

But up to what? What's he trying to make?

Don't ask me.
I'm not the mastermind. Fuck!

Get in the car.

[Dick grunting and panting]

How much further to the evidence room?

[ominous music playing]

Twenty-five meters.

[Dick] Do I go left or straight?

Left.

-Does Barbara know you're in there?
-We're at a bit of an impasse.

[grunts] Once we get the,
uh, audio tapes from the hospital,

I'll let her know.

Are you okay?

If you want to talk, I'm all ears.

Or not.

Dick, I got to ask.

Back at the cabin...

[pants] What about it?

Were you going to kill Jason?

What makes you say that?

Batman went off on his own
and killed the Joker.

-You went off on your own and...
-Gar.

Gotham got to Bruce.

And it gets to me too.

No. I don't want to have to kill Jason.

I just...

[sighing]

I just don't understand.

-Why'd he go bad?
-He had a tough life.

That's what Bruce looked for.

Someone with anger.

Someone he could make into a weapon.

But Crane's manipulating him.

I have to believe that
this dude we fought alongside, my friend,

that he's not all bad.

What if this is not his fault?

What if it is?

[sighs] We don't know.

Okay, where am I at now?

Above the storage room.

Oh, okay.

[grunts and sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Commissioner?

Gotham Gazette, Channel Five, GNN,
all down our throats about Crane.

What should I tell them?

[sighs]

Gotcha. No comment.

[cell phone beeping]

[suspenseful music playing]

Holy shit.

-[Bruce] Barbara, it's me.
-Bruce?

I'll be where it all started.
Come quickly.

And, Barbara, don't tell Dick.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

I want the drug.

[female scientist gasps]

We're not finished yet.

All we have is a skinny batch.

You give me that, then. All of it.

We've been taking orders from Crane.

We thought he was the boss.

[scientists gasp]

Who's the boss again?

[Dick] We have audio from the murders,
but no visual.

Bruce and I used to do this together,
part of my training.

Join me.

[opera music and indistinct chatter
playing over recording]

-[objects clattering]
-[woman 1 gasping]

[man 1] My God.

-[man 2 groaning]
-[woman 2 yelping]

-[knife slashing]
-[man 3 groaning]

[recording stops playing]

[rewinds and plays]

[opera music playing]

-[man 1] My God.
-[man 2 groaning]

[recording rewinds and plays]

The killer was 12 feet northeast
of the surgeon.

Knife throw.

What? A 12-foot precision-targeted throw?

Uh... Is that an assassin?

-[woman 2 yelping]
-[knife slashing]

[Dick] Sliced across the back.

Killer has the ability to kill quickly,
but savors the victim's pain.

Sounds personal.

[recording rewinds and plays continuously]

Okay, take a seven-inch blade,

and do a horizontal slash
from west to east.

[recording rewinds and plays]

Okay, one more time.

Sixteen-inch blade, reverse-grip slash.

I think it's closer to...

Yeah, that's it.

[recording rewinds and plays]

[recording stops]

Severed the Achilles tendon.

Now, pivot, knees bent, slice. Go.

Good work.

Our killer's between 5'6" and 5'8".

Trained in sword fighting
using a 16-inch wakizashi blade.

And she's right-handed.

[sighs] I know who the killer is.

[dramatic music playing]

[both panting]

There's two keypads
on either side of the hallway.

Both codes
have to be entered simultaneously.

It's a very intricate security system.

One requiring two people.

[panting] Yeah. I have been thinking.

I think we, uh, make sense.

You think we make sense?

Yeah.

That's what every girl wants to hear.

Tell me you've run the numbers,
I'll swoon.

[watch beeping]

You gotta be kidding me.

It's him again.

Fuck Batman.

Don't go home now.

You said two keypads?

Yeah.

[both] Three,

-two, one.
-Two, one.

[keypad beeping]

I'll be taking that.

[both grunting]

[gasps]

[alarm blaring]

[groans]

[gasps] No.

[panting] Come on, we need to go.

Pick up.

-[thunder rumbling]
-[cell phone ringing]

Dick, take a hint.

Bruce?

[Bruce over recording] Barbara, it's me.

Where are you?

I'll be where it all started.

And, Barbara, don't tell Dick.

Oh, shit.

Drop your weapon.

[Lady Vic] Ah, movin'.

The commissioner
who overcame all the odds.

Drop it.

The Joker should have
put you out of your misery.

[both grunting]

This was worth the wait.

[grunts]

Well,

best-laid plans.

[panting]

[cell phone ringing]

Shit.

Check the Bat-Computer for homicides.

You think Blackfire's killed people?

-I don't know.
-[switch clicks]

Of course she does.

Do you have any idea
how long we've been looking for you?

I was on the wrong side of the tracks,
where you should have been.

I went to some bars, cracked some skulls

and found out from the rats of Gotham

that Crane is in bed with the mob.

But there is one unhappy mobster.

That's our lead.

See?

Talk to those who don't belong
and they'll tell you everything.

Conner, give us the room.

I can't trust one word
that comes out of your mouth.

You're a liar.
Have been since we were kids.

That's worked great for you, hasn't it?

What is that supposed to mean?

Face it. In order for you
to be the good sister,

I have to be the bad one.

You're not mad that I left.

You're mad I came back.

-[Dick sighs] You okay?
-Yeah.

For six years, Lady Vic leaves you alone,
and now she wants her pound of flesh?

This is about you and I
working together again in Gotham.

Or it's just about Gotham being Gotham.

Has nothing to do with us.

Why now?
Crane has Red Hood for his dirty work.

Well, maybe Red Hood's lost his luster
and she's Crane's new toy.

While she does his bidding,
she decides to come after you for kicks?

We'll see.

Your official escort duties
have concluded, thank you.

She wanted you dead, Barbara.

Let me quickly check your apartment.

Okay.

[door closes]

[Dick] It really suits you.

Tighter?

I have been thinking about us.

I think we make sense.

[switch clicks]

All clear.

[sighs]

Maybe it was just a one and done.

[sighs] I guess that's it.
I think you're good.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

[chuckles softly]

I should probably go.

Right.

It's late.

It is.

Yeah.

Well, then, I'll, um, see you tomorrow.

Mmm. Good night.

[Dick] Lock up.

Always.

Good night.

[door opens and closes]

[intense music playing]

Well, is the bitch dead?

The bitch still has moves.

I had to skedaddle.

As long as you deliver the goods,

then you will get another shot
at Barbara Gordon.

Flash photography.

I'll add another skill to the résumé.

Wonderful.

That's all.

Trust me. This is gonna be
the greatest high you've ever had.

No fear. No limits.

Fuck you, Crane.

[Tim] Your shift started an hour ago,
where the hell are you?

My girl's parents are out of town.
Be there in a second.

Seriously? I could have plans.

Yeah, but you don't.

Whatever.

-[gunshots]
-[restaurant customers screaming]

-[shudders] Dad, hold on. Okay?
-[breathing heavily]

Call 911.

Stephen!

[groaning]

[dramatic music playing]

[inhales]

[exhales]

[siren blaring in distance]

[upbeat music playing]