All language subtitles for Gotham.S01E14.The.Fearsome.Dr.Crane

Previously on Gotham...

Told you, easy as pie.

What?
Sorry, Frankie.

(grunts)
GORDON: Arnold Flass,

you're under arrest
for the murder of Leon Winkler.

You really think these guys
are gonna let you arrest me?

Shut up, Flass.

MARONI:
Penguin, come here.

You're a smart monkey.
But I'm the zookeeper.

FALCONE: I didn't think
it was going to be you,

my dear.
You can come out now.

Right as usual,
my friend.

(laughs)

We got to go!
MOONEY: I swear, Butch,

I'm gonna come back
and kill Penguin.

(sirens wailing in distance)

(metal creaking)

(car horns honking)

(whimpering)

(muffled):
Oh, no, please.

Don't, don't, please, please!

(panting, crying)

(muffled, rapid heartbeat)

(panting)

(knife cutting rope)

(screams)

(vacuum whirring, woman singing)

(gasps)
Ah.

(laughs)
You're sure, now?

Fish Mooney is done.

She tried to bring down Falcone.

She failed.

Last time I saw her,
Victor Zsasz had her cornered.

We can assume she's either

dead or extremely unwell.

Well, then. Salud.

Mmm. You know, this creates
some intriguing opportunities.

Falcone will struggle

to hold on to her territories.

If we move quickly...

My thinking exactly.

In fact,

I took the liberty

of claiming her nightclub.

In your name, of course.

You did, huh?

Good thinking.
(chuckles)

A bird in the hand is
nine-tenths of the law, right?

(laughs)
Yeah. Yeah.

Phone for you, boss.

Speak.

MOONEY:
Hello, Sal.

Hey.

You sound surprised.

Let me guess...
your little friend Penguin

told you I was dead.

As good as.

Mm. I'm just

on a vacation for a while.

Huh.
I'm not going to lie,

I thought I was gonna
end up on top.

Instead, I got played.

Turns out, Penguin has been

Falcone's man the whole time.

They played us both for suckers.

Is that right?

Ah, indeed.

He told me himself, right before
I was about to gut him.

You understand why
I might be skeptical,

considering it's you
telling me this.

Oh, wake up, dummy.

You mean to tell me
this whole time

you haven't suspected anything?

That he hasn't made one slip
that he's had to explain away?

Or maybe even you wanted
to believe his lies.

But it still gnaws at you,
doesn't it?

The doubt.

It's right there. A smudge.

Don't let it happen again.

Maybe a couple of times.

It's time to get your house
in order, Salvatore.

And remember who put you wise.

(line clicks)

Not bad news, I hope.

Nah. I got to go upstate.

See a guy about a thing.

Come with me.

We can talk about
opportunities.

Sure. (chuckles)

Just, uh, let me
run home and...
Bup, bup.

We got to go now.

Right now.

Super. (laughs)

I love a road trip. Yay.

Yay.

(helicopter passing overhead)

Harvey?

Captain.

What have we got?

Sometime last night,
Mr. Lucky there

got tied to that chair,
noose was dropped over his neck

and he's heaved
over the side.

Some suits coming up for a smoke
this morning found him.

How'd he get back up
to the roof?

See that pulley there?

My guess: it was the killer.

Guy went to a lot of trouble
to get him back up.

Why not just leave him hanging?

Morning, Captain.

Morning, Ed.
The more you cut me

the bigger I grow.
What am I?

BULLOCK:
We're on a rooftop, Nygma.

Don't tempt me.

A hole. I'm a hole.

Okay.

Relevance?

There's a hole,
a surgical incision

in our victim's abdomen.

Certainly postmortem.

My guess: killer was
looking for something.

I'll have to examine the body
more fully back at the lab.

You mean
the medical examiner will.

Well, but...

You handle forensics, Ed.

The bodies belong to Dr. Guerra.

And he's made
formal complaints.

I can't cover
for you anymore.

I read you, ma'am.

Loud and clear.

So where's Gordon?

Personal stuff.
He'll be in soon.

Hey, don't stand
so near the edge.

You worried about me, Captain?

You know I don't
start drinking till noon.

I got to spell it out for you?

Detective Flass had
a lot of friends,

and your partner
arrested him for murder.

Accidents happen.

You put the cuffs on him.

So we should all be careful.

To hell with them.

(door closes)

Barbara?

♪ ♪

(gasps)

Hi.

Let go of me.

How long you been here?

Just last night.

And a couple times before.

I knew your girlfriend
was gone,

and I heard you got sent
to guard that loony bin,

so I figured better here
than sleeping on the street.

Have you seen Barbara?
No.

Oh, so things are over
between you two, huh?

Sure you should be here then?

Maybe you're the one
breaking in.

Came by to drop off keys.
Go get your stuff.

Why? Where are you taking me?
Well, you're not
staying here,

and you're not gonna
stay on the street.

I'll find you someplace safe.

Hmm. Safe.

Safe like Wayne Manor?

That was your last great idea.

So someplace else.

You're still my only witness
to the Wayne murders.

Hmm.

You haven't talked to Bruce
since he got back?

No. Why?
Because I told him already.

I didn't see anything.

I lied.

Sucks about your girlfriend.

She's got
some really nice stuff.

Hey, wait!

Stop!

Detective James Gordon
to see you, Master Bruce.

Detective.

Bruce, how are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

I would've come by earlier,

but things were a little crazy.

You were gone for a while.

Switzerland.

Probably wise.

I saw Selina Kyle.

She told me she lied.

She saw nothing.

Yes.

That's what she told me.

She made up the story
to get out of juvie.

She could be saying this now
because she's scared.

It would be understandable
after what happened.

No.

She doesn't scare easily.

I believe her.

She didn't see the killer.

Look, this is unfortunate,

but it doesn't mean
we're back to square one.

Someone sent
assassins after her.

Only a guilty person
would do that.

Yes, and led her bloody
assassins to the manor.

Thank you very much.

Anyway, you need no longer
concern yourself with the case.

Bruce, this isn't
the time to give up.

I'm not giving up.

I don't understand.

Months ago,
you promised you'd find

who killed my parents,
and in all that time,

you've managed to find
one witness,

who turned out
to be a liar.

An investigation like this
takes time.

I understand, but I don't
want you to feel bound

by an oath
you can't fulfill.

I'm releasing you
from your promise.

I'll pursue the matter
on my own.

Bruce.

Yeah, no, I really wouldn't
bother, actually, mate.

Once Master Bruce

makes up his mind,

there's no arguing with him.

He can't pursue
this case on his own.

It's too dangerous.

Then I'll have to
look after him.

Can I show you the door?

MARONI:
Hey, sleepy head.

We're here.

You smell that air?

(gun clicking)

That's country air.

Let's get some chow.

(door closes)

Chow.

Excellent.

(thunder rumbling softly)

So where's the guy?

Which guy?

The guy with the thing.

Oh, he'll be along.

You don't like the coffee?

I like the coffee.

How about the oatmeal?

Also delicious.

It's good to get
out of the city, huh?

Away from the
fumes, the noise.

I can finally hear
myself think.

It's all so...

simple and clean
and honest out here.

Fresh air, oatmeal,

good friends.

How true.
In Gotham,

we never have any time
to connect,

to reflect.

You feel that?
Absolutely.

Mm.

This guy with the thing...

What is the thing?

Stop worrying about that guy.

You know what I
was thinking about?

This is crazy.

Indian Hill.

You know, that dump in Arkham
that I traded to Falcone

for your neck.

How could I forget?

I'm eternally grateful.

You suggested it,
whispered it in my ear.

It's worthless land.

But was it so worthless?

I mean, Falcone

snapped it up pretty quick.

It was a token.

He simply needed to save face.

After Nikolai died...

Ah, see, you
wouldn't believe it.

That's the other thing
I was thinking about.

The fight with Nikolai
when Frankie was killed.

What was he stabbed,

like, ten times?

I don't recall the exact number.

Only, it was a gunfight.

How'd Frankie get
killed with a knife?

That always kind of bugged me.

Honestly,

I'm not much use
when things get physical.

I'm sorry I couldn't save him.

I was just reminiscing.

Don't beat yourself up about it.

We all got our talents, right?

Yes, we do.

Me...

I'm deceptively quick
for a big guy.

Yes, you are.

(laughs)

I'm gonna go get some air.

Wait for the guy
with the thing, hmm?

The guy. Right.

(door closes)

(sighs)

BULLOCK: How about getting it
right the first time

so we don't have
to keep doing this?

Detective Bullock?

It's my name.
Don't wear it out.

I'm Scottie Mullens.

You called me about
Adam Jodowsky.

Oh... Oh, Miss Mullens, yes.

Thank you for stopping by.

Uh, Miss? Mrs.?

Miss.

Good. Good. Please.

So...

how did you know
Mr. Jodowsky?

I was his sponsor, sort of.

We're... we're in
a support group together.

He's dead, isn't he?

Why would you say that?

This is a homicide division.

You're a homicide detective.

We found his body
this morning.

Your number was
in his pocket.

(sighs)
I'd just given it to him.

I recently
started being his sponsor.

Mm-hmm.

So, uh, what kind
of group is this?

Uh, for booze, pills?

It's for people
suffering from phobias.

You're joking.
Fear can be debilitating.

It helps to talk
to someone about it.

Don't be an ass.

Excuse me?
You were about
to make fun.

Don't be an ass.

You're right.
I'm sorry. I was.

No fun-making. Please.

Um...

what was Mr. Jodowsky's phobia?

Heights.

Hmm. So if he was found dangling

from the top
of a tall building...

Oh, my God. Is that how he...?

I'm gonna need the names of all
the people in the support group.

It's completely anonymous.

Adam was the only one
I knew personally.

You don't think someone
from the group did this?

Could be. Killer certainly
seemed to know of his phobia.

Are you Irish?

Y-You seem like
you could be Irish.

What's it to you?

I'm just curious.

When's the next meeting?

Tonight, 6:00.

And these things...

they usually run, what, an hour?

Mm-hmm.
So,

you could maybe go
to dinner afterwards.

Hypothetically.

Hypothetically.

Okay, well, I'm gonna keep
working the case,

and I'm gonna call you if I feel
the need to go to this meeting.

We're gonna find who did this.

I promise, Miss Mullens.

Okay.

So I went through the materials
from the scene.

Ropes and pulleys
can be bought

anywhere.

For what it's worth,
I, uh, traced the chair

the victim was tied to.

Yeah. I'm listening.

Banker's chair, wooden, made by
some company in the Narrows

that's been closed down
for years.

Great. Let's go.

You sure?
That's a pretty thin lead, Harv.

Since when have you been
scared of a little work, huh?

(gasps)

(drops briefcase)

(pig snorting)

(panting)

(Taser crackles)

(tires screeching)

What was he after?

(squishing)

Well, now.

(door opens)

There! See?
I told you!

Oh.

Oh, dear.

ESSEN:
Get your hand

out of that corpse.

Now.

I was just passing by,
and I, um,

uh... I was... I
was just curious.

(laughs)
What was I thinking?

I... Sorry.

Won't happen again. Promise.

Do something about this
or I'm going over your head.

I'm the medical examiner!

Not this gibbering loon!

I'm sorry, Ed.

Till further notice,
you're suspended.

MEDICAL EXAMINER:
Finally.

But I found something.

So, word around
the house is that

you and Doc Caliente
have a thing.

Thompkins?

Yeah, kind of. I guess.

So you and Barbara
are finally finito?

Yeah.

Dropped the keys off
at her apartment today.

Get any of that
righteous breakup sex?

She wasn't there.

You notice I don't ask you
about your love life?

My love life is an open book
and a short and nasty one.

But I'm working on
the vic's friend

in the phobia support group,
and unless she's the killer,

I think I'm in there.

You see why I don't ask?

Don't screw it up
with the doctor.

I'll try not to.

Seriously, been willing
to forgive you on account

of you're not getting laid,
but you mean to tell me

this whole time
you've been making speeches,

raising hell,
you've had a woman?

The thought of
what you would do if alone

is truly terrifying.

(man screams in distance)

GCPD!

Drop the knife!

BULLOCK:
What the hell?

(pigs snorting)

Thin lead, huh?

(ship horn blows)

(knocking)

Come in.

I hope everything is

to your satisfaction, ma'am.

It is. Thank you, Captain.

You can see

Gotham on the horizon
if you want to say good-bye.

No need.

I'll be back soon enough.

Well...

if you need anything,
just let me know.

I will.

This lucky fellow
and the previous victim

are both part of the same
phobia support group.

Pigs. Go figure.

How is he?

He's at Gotham General,
scared half to death.

The medics had
to sedate him.

The man you shot...
was he in this group, too?

Nope. No I.D. as yet.
We're running his prints.

So is he our man or are we still
looking for someone else?

Hard to say.
BULLOCK:
He's our man.

These sort of wackos work alone.

I'm gonna run by

the support group,

tell them it's been settled.

Hey, we don't
know that yet.

You need to be more optimistic.

You do. You need to be
more optimistic.

We have a perp.

The postmortem incision on
the first victim is weird.

The killer was after something.
I want to know what.

I'm gonna ask Nygma
to take a look.

No. He's been suspended.

You got the report from the M.E.

The same M.E. who said
my last witness stabbed himself

to death in the back
with an ice pick?

No. No, thanks. Nygma...

Is not the medical examiner.

I like him, too.

But there's nothing I can do,
not with the way things are.

What do you mean?

Look, I'm glad
we took down Flass,

but there are people you
go after and people you don't.

So now everything we do
is being watched.

You got the bad guy. Let it go.

I'm sorry you got
dragged into it.

Don't be.

Felt good.

Did, didn't it?

(sniffling softly)

Miss Kringle,
I came to tell you that I...

Have you been crying?

No, no. I'm-I'm fine.

But I can see tears
on your face.

Is it because your friend
Detective Flass was arrested?

What do you need, Mr. Nygma?

Yes.

I've been suspended
and won't be seeing you anymore.

So I wanted to return
this pencil.

I took it from your office
some time ago.

I kept meaning to return it.

Used to be longer.

You're an odd man, Mr. Nygma.

But I'm sorry
that you've been suspended.

I wish something could be done.

♪ ♪

Have a seat. We got to talk.

I feel that the time has come
in our relationship

when we should have
trust with each other.

Real trust.

Total honesty between us.

No secrets.

I 100% agree.

So here's a secret to start off.

There is no guy with a thing.
I lied.

I was beginning
to wonder about him.

Now you.

Me?
We're being honest.

You have to tell me
a secret in return.

Secrets from you, Don Maroni?

I have none.

Please.

Um...

Honestly...
I don't really like oatmeal.

Good to know.

See, I like this game.

I'll tell you another secret.

Fish Mooney's alive.

I spoke to her.

Good secret, huh?

What did Fish say?

Oh, no.

You have to tell me
a secret first.

That's how it works.

I don't much like coffee either.

Fair enough.

What did Fish say?

Said you and Falcone have been
working together all this time.

She said you've
been playing me

for a chump
since the first day I met you.

She would say that,
wouldn't she?

The bitch.

You don't believe her, do you?

Well, she did put
some incidents

in a different and
troubling light, I must say.

Uh-huh.

Well, that's too bad.

Your turn.

Tell me another secret.

A good one this time.

I took your gun.

I have it right here.

That's a good secret.

I took it because I figured
Mooney had called you somehow.

I knew you might believe her.

Doesn't mean
she's telling the truth.

Is she?

Have you been playing me
for a chump, Penguin?

I think it's your turn
to tell a secret.

You little dirtbag.

I treated you like a friend.

Like a monkey friend.

You're the zookeeper, remember?

Tell me a secret now.

Just one more then.

I'm tired of this game.

That gun is loaded with blanks.

Liar.

You...
Yeah.

Good secret, huh?

(panting)

Hi.

Hi.

Thank you for coming.

I was glad
to get your call.

How are things at Arkham?

Little less interesting
since you've left.

Oh.

How are things at the precinct?

Um, well, actually,
that was what I was hoping

you could help me with.

Um, we've got this case,

and I can't understand what
exactly our perp was doing.

And our medical examiner
is kind of a clown.

Uh, something wrong?

No, not at all.

Only, last time we met,
you were very passionate.

So when you called me,
I thought...

Well, whatever.

I put on lipstick.

And you want
forensic advice.

You're very confusing.

I don't mean to be. Uh...

Case is a pretext.

I wanted to see you.

Why didn't you just say that?

I should have.
I haven't done this in a while.

I'm a little rusty.

(chuckles)

Sorry.

All right.

Well, good.

I don't like to put on
lipstick by mistake.

So what's the issue?

Uh, no, no, no,
forget the case.

Don't worry.
Please.

I'm interested.

(cell phone ringing)

Uh...

Excuse me.

Gordon.

When?

Uh, yeah, okay.

Take his statement.
I'll be right there.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

I'm fine.

You sure?
Yes.

I'll bring this back to you.

(line ringing)

BULLOCK (recorded): It's Harvey.
(beep)

Harvey, second victim woke up.

Says he was abducted by two men.

There's someone still out there.

It's kind of you to come here
and tell us what happened.

No problem.

I just didn't want
you worrying, so...

To be honest, you don't strike
me as the fraidy cat type.

Phobics are not fraidy cats.

I know. It's just, you seem
like a strong lady is all.

I am strong.

I just happen to be
terrified of swimming pools.

You're kidding.
(chuckles)

Well, I can see how
that might be a thing.

Nearly everyone has a thing.

I'm sure that you, if
you dig deep enough,

would have issues that
you need to confront.

I'm a cop; the only thing
I'm scared of is decaf coffee.

Really? I've always found

that the best and bravest
people are the ones

that willingly acknowledge
their fears.

Maybe you've just
been hanging out

with too many timid
and whiny people.

(scoffs)

You are so bad.

I'm scared all the time.

And it's something I'd be

willing to share with the group

if you think
it might be helpful.

Yes.

Yes, thank you.

I think it would.

First time?

Yeah. You?

No, I'm a regular.

So here's the deal.
You go in the car,

the car's already
in the crusher,

you get squeezed to death,

it takes a couple
of minutes to die.

Whatever comes out,
I send to Falcone.

Maybe he uses it
as a coffee table.

Don Maroni, please listen to me.

Oh, this is the begging part?

Oh, good, 'cause this is
my favorite part.

Go ahead and beg
for your miserable life.

Just allow me to suggest
some options here.

Mm-hmm.

Dead, I'm worthless.

If you factor in Falcone's
inevitable retaliation,

killing me will be
a net loss for you.

This is not a business issue.

Me and Frankie Carbone
go back 20 years.

You hurt me, Penguin.

You were right
about Indian Hill.

There's more to it.

Falcone knows something.

I don't know what,
b-but I-I can find out...

Stop it.

You're making me sad.

How did I ever fall
for your crap?

N-No.

No. No. No.

Please. Please.

No. No.

(panting)

Hey.

Say hi to Frankie for me.

♪ ♪

I'm afraid every day.

I'm afraid I'm gonna die
in an alley.

Bleeding out while some scumbag
goes through my pockets

and laughs at me.

And I try to speak,
but nothing comes out.

And I just lie there,

staring at a small space
of sky between the buildings.

And then I die.

Alone.

I don't want to die
alone in some gutter.

I want to die in a warm cozy bed

in the arms
of a beautiful woman.

Thank you for sharing, Harvey.

Would anyone else
like to share?

Tod, go ahead.

My name is Tod, and...

I've never
spoken here before, but...

...I have a horrible
terror of failure.

I torment myself
and those around me.

I'd crawl on broken
glass to avoid failing.

About anything.

I inherited

this illness from my father,

but I'm afraid
I'm passing it on to my son.

We're here for you, Tod.

When I came home
from work yesterday,

my precious son was crying,

and he said to me that he...

I'm sorry.

I can't speak.

I'm so sorry.
Tod?

Tod.

Tod?

(grunting)

(cell phone ringing)

Oh, you got to be kidding me.
What?

Don Maroni, you have
to listen to me.

Uh, see, no.

This is how this all began,

me listening to you.

I was telling the truth.

About Indian Hill.

And Arkham.

Whoever controls Arkham

will control Gotham! I can...

Would you shut up
and take it like a man?

(groans)

(cell phone buzzes)

Yuh-huh.

OSWALD:
Hello, is this Mr. Duffy?

Yuh-huh.

Listen to me very carefully.

I'm the man in the car

in this ferocious machine
of yours.

My name is Oswald Cobblepot.

And I work for Don Carmine
Falcone of Gotham City.

Do you know who Don Falcone is?

Yuh-huh.

Good.

I just called Don Falcone,

and I told him

exactly where I am
and what's happening.

So, Duffy, you better stop
this machine right now,

because if I die,

Don Falcone is gonna send
a team up here

to skin you alive
and slaughter your family.

But Don Maroni said...

Don Falcone

runs Gotham,

and you're about to murder
his right-hand man.

(machine stops)

What the hell?

Hey!

Get back here!

Son of a bitch.

BULLOCK:
Is it just me, or have those two

been gone a while?

This has been real and fun,
but I got to go.

(tires screeching)

(whistling)

(screams)

Oh, my God.

(panting)

This isn't what it looks like.

Other members say our abductor's
been coming the last month.

Said his name was Tod,
but group protocol

requires they remain anonymous.

So no real I.D.

And the guy you shot,
the one with the pigs?

Prints came back:
career criminal.

Probably just the muscle.
The other guy was in charge.

He knew there was a cop there
at the meeting.

He still took her.

That's cold or crazy.

Either way, he's almost sure
to follow the same M.O.

He'll confront Miss Mullens
with her greatest fear.

Which is drowning.

Specifically in a pool.

ESSEN: There's hundreds
of pools in Gotham.

We can't possibly get

to every...
That was her mother.

When she was seven,
Scottie almost drowned

in Lemmars Park pool uptown.

It's a start, I guess.

That's where he took her,
I can feel it.

Boss?
Uh, not now, Joe.

Wait.

Tell me that's not
what it looks like.

TOD:
You're brave.

I'd say you're an eight
on the Crane Scale.

Profound fear.

12 is top.

Abject heart-stopping terror.

I'm surprised
you're only an eight.

You do understand
that this is really happening?

I'm going to drown you.

(whimpering)

Right now.

There! That's a ten.

Dad.

(gasps)

Jonathan, I said
to wait in the van.

The parking meter ran out.

(sobbing)

Look, son,
I know this hard,

but we talked about it.

It's for the common good,
for humanity.

I know. I just... I think...

This will be over soon. Here.

Go and feed the meter.

Go on, go.

(sobbing)

Now, my dear,

don't think badly of me.

(screams)

(muffled screaming)

GCPD!

Don't move!

I'm on him! You get her!

♪ ♪

(grunting)

(coughing)

(gasping)

(sobbing)

(gasps)
He's alive.

I told you he was alive.

Praise the Lord.

Glory be.

What happened to you, boy?

Like the prodigal son, ma'am,
I have fallen.

Like Job,

I've been tested
in the deepest pits

of the devil's perfidy
and survived. (laughs)

Lord have mercy.

Are you headed to Gotham City,
by any chance?

Sure.

Come on.

WOMEN:
♪ Trouble in my way ♪

♪ Trouble in my way ♪

♪ I got to cry sometimes ♪

♪ I got to cry sometimes ♪

♪ I lay awake at night ♪

♪ I lay awake at night ♪

♪ But that's all right,
it's all right ♪

♪ That's all right ♪

♪ 'Cause Jesus will fix it ♪

♪ Jesus will fix it ♪

♪ After a while ♪

♪ After... ♪

Case files you gave me
about that man

who was thrown from the roof.

Did you catch his killer yet?

Uh, no. He's
still out there.

Hi.
I followed up,

and I had a quick look
at his corpse.

A quick look
at his corpse?

Yeah, its' just downstairs
at the morgue. No trouble.

So the killer removed
his adrenal glands.

Adrenal glands?
That's strange.

They have no value
on the black market, do they?

No. Kidneys and livers, yes.

Adrenal glands, no.

It produces cortisol,
the hormone that gives us

that adrenalized
fight-or-flight reaction.

Essentially, it's
the fear gland.

And our man wants to take it
from the victim

when he's most fearful.
Why do that?

All I can think of is that
at the moment of death,

the victim's adrenals
would produce a massive,

highly-elevated form
of cortisol.

Fascinating, huh?

This is one weird dude.

A doctor or a nurse,
most likely.

Takes some skill to remove
adrenals as cleanly as they did.

You really like
this kind of work, huh?

I do.

Good.

Maybe there'll be more for you.

A full-time job, even.

Our M.E. has been fired
for stealing body parts.

Can you believe that?

Only in Gotham.

So, what do you say we discuss
this potential job

over dinner?

Nice segue, Mr. Smooth.

Thank you.

Dinner sounds good.

Are you gonna bring
your case files?

Go ahead, mock my crude
dating skills.

I'm doing my best.

You're doing fine.

I have a powerful urge
to kiss you right now.

Why don't you?

Because I'm on duty,

and, uh...

there's about 50 people
watching us.

Scaredy-cat.

Damn straight.
I have an image to keep up.

The heartless, by-the-book,
hard man.

Kind of.

On the count of three,
I'm gonna lean in,

so that it's subtle.

Then you're gonna kiss me

on the cheek or no dinner.

Come on.
I'm serious.

One,

two,

three.

I'm not leaving after all.

What?

It turns out that
the medical examiner is leaving,

so Captain Essen decided
to reinstate me.

Oh.

Okay, good.

Mr. Nygma?

You owe me a new pencil.

(chuckles)

(explosion rumbles)

(gunfire, shouting)

What's going on?
What's happening?

I can hide you.

Quickly.

(gunshot)

(growls)

(yells)