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Previously on
"Gotham Knights"...

Beware the Court of Owls...

3 days before he
was murdered, Bruce Wayne

made an appointment to alter
his last will and testament.

That watches all the time.

They think I killed my dad

because I wanted his money?

The night he was killed, this
was found on your father.

Ruling Gotham
from a shadowed perch...

behind granite and lime.

Court of Owls were hunting the
Wayne family for over 100 years,

starting with his
great-great-grandfather Alan Wayne.

Maybe looking
through his cold case

will help us prove
they killed my dad.

They watch you at your hearth.

Every scrap of paper the GCPD
has on Alan Wayne's death...

Autopsy reports, eyewitness
statements, all of it.

They watch you in your bed.

The Court killed my dad,

and now they're
trying to kill me.

Speak not a
whispered word of them

or they'll send the
Talon for your head.

Oh, God.

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Please. Please.
They're everywhere.

Please. They're
coming for all of us.

Aah!

Ah!

Sir.

Sir, calm down.

Can't you see 'em?
They're over there.

See what? Nothing there.

Hey! Get down!

Put the gun down.

It's OK.

It's too late.
They're already here.

♪ Do you
wanna, do you wanna ♪

♪ Do you wanna get
into trouble? ♪

♪ Do you wanna, do you wanna ♪

♪ Do you wanna get
into trouble? ♪

Liberated this from
the teachers' lounge.

"Congratulations Cathy."

Hey. I'm sorry.

I couldn't find one that said,

"Good luck trying to
solve Bruce Wayne's murder

"by investigating
the alleged killing

of his
great-great-grandfather."

Slice, anyone? Slice? No?

All right.

Uh, you do realize

the Talon almost killed
you with that thing, right?

Yeah. Now I'm repurposing
it for good, so...

OK.

I've been through this
hundred-year-old police report

a thousand times, and
there's nothing in here that

even remotely suggests Alan
Wayne could've been murdered.

All it does is confirm

what the newspapers
already reported.

"The renowned architect
died by accidental drowning

"upon falling into a sewer

following a sudden
bout of dementia."

Beep beep!
Coming through.

You find anything interesting?

Maybe. Maybe it's nothing.

See those marks on
Alan Wayne's body?

It's weird, right?

Yeah. They mentioned
those cuts in the report,

but they said that it had nothing
to do with the cause of death.

Yeah, I'm... I'm not
a medical examiner,

but I'm pretty sure
falling down a sewer

doesn't cause marks like that.

But these marks
don't prove anything,

and if Alan Wayne's
death was an accident,

it means he wasn't killed
by the Court of Owls.

Which means this can't help us

solve my dad's murder
or clear our names,

so this is all a dead end.

You seem tired.

I am tired.

I'm tired of living
in a stupid belfry.

I'm tired of showering
in a dirty locker room.

I'm tired of worrying
about whether I'm gonna

end up dead or in prison...

and I'm tired of losing everybody
that ever gave a damn about me.

And I'm tired of your
constant bitching.

I just wanna go home.

I want my life back.

I found something.

Hold onto your asses, guys,

because this is gonna
change the game. Yes...

Ladies and gentlemen...

Bat-Brat was a member

of the Never Get Laid Brigade.

No, no. Let me see that.

So embarrassing.

Guys?

What?

Gotham is once again in mourning

as Mayor Hamilton
Hill is laid to rest

after his shocking murder.

For a city that seems to
be running out of heroes,

it hasn't forgotten
DA Harvey Dent's

heroic takedown
of the Mutant Gang

during the terrifying
hostage situation

of the Founders' Gala.

Dent remains the
frontrunner in the race

to elect Gotham's new mayor.

However, a new candidate

has thrown his
hat in the ring...

Industrialist Lincoln March.

Well, if Harvey Dent

is as committed to
fixing this city

as he claims to be,

then why has he allowed

Bruce Wayne's killers
to remain at large?

Now, is that really
what Gotham City needs?

Just another
two-faced politician?

Ohh. Ahh.

There you are. I've been
looking for you everywhere.

Ahh. Thank you.

Same clothes as yesterday.
Interesting night?

You may want to freshen up
before you head to the briefing.

What time is that?

5 minutes ago.

What is it?

It's not my key.

Guess you did have
an interesting night.

Stop it.

And now you're 6 minutes late.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, if you're looking
for a connection between

the Court of Owls and
Alan Wayne's death,

I think X marks the spot.

Oh, Little Miss Wire
Cutter's got jokes.

Should get you an open mic
night at the Iceberg Lounge.

Hopefully, you won't bomb.

A lot of words to say thank you.

Maybe this is some
signature weapon

that's been passed from assassin
to assassin for decades,

and if it was used
on us and Alan Wayne,

then maybe it was
used on others?

Is that crazy?

In his journals, my dad said
that he suspected the Court

had been responsible for
decades worth of murders.

I kinda wonder if there are
more accidentally dead bodies

with strange scars out there.

We'd have to access

all of the GCPD autopsy
records to find out.

It's gonna take
me a lot of trips.

No.

Just one.

It's called a rubber ducky.

It'll give us remote access.

A little juice of the
bean for the sarge.

You're learning, rook.
What can I do you for?

Just returning this to Records.

Well, get to it, son.

Uh!

Mr. Dent.

Harvey's there?

I... I'm so sorry.

Me and the boys
appreciate everything

that you're doing for the city.

You've got my vote.

You all stay safe out there.

We'll try.

Nice save.

Heading to the server room.

Which is more like
a server closet.

OK, pop the rubber
ducky into the main server.

The program will
self-initiate download.

Got remote access. We're in.

And I'm out.

OK. Searching for...

accidental deaths or suicides.

Cross-referencing with
anomalous cross-like scars.

This may take a minute.

Or not.

Whoa.

Looks like Dad was right.

These cases span decades

and multiple jurisdictions.

Which is why nobody noticed
the pattern until now.

So, the Court has been killing
people for over 100 years,

making them look like
accidents or suicides?

This is gonna take us
days to go through.

Well, when was the
last body found?

Two weeks ago.

You're kidding. That's the
same day I was arrested.

A lawyer shot himself
in Robinson Park.

"Witnesses say he was suffering

"from paranoid delusions

or some form of
psychotic break."

Sound familiar?

Yeah. So does the name.

Pericles Jones.

He was one of my dad's lawyers,

one of the ones he
trusted the most.

Why would the Court target him?

Maybe he knew too much.

Which means we gotta
find out what he knew.

You want to break into
that lawyer's house?

Yeah. You think
you can give me

a crash course in lock picking?

Ooh, look at you, thinking like

a criminal. It's so cute.

What do you think
you're gonna find?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe something that'll
point us toward the Court

and why they wanted him dead.

Anyway, gotta follow all leads.

I'm coming with you.

I've gotten you in
enough trouble already.

Maybe see what you
can find out about

our mystery knife...
Where it came from?

I can stay and do that.

In that case, I'm team
breaking and entering.

Easier for me to pick the
lock than teach you how.

I'll help you with that knife.

Where do we start?

By asking an expert in
the sharp and pointy.

Ohh. Rich people can always
afford the toughest locks.

Be glad I came along
instead of your girlfriend.

She's not my girlfriend.

Hmm. You have better
taste than I thought.

OK, what is it you
have against Stephanie?

She's risking a lot to help us.

Your not-girlfriend
just about got me killed

while she was busy
cosplaying rebel.

You sure that's the reason?

What are you, my therapist?

Look, it just seems like
you two are a lot alike.

You're both literal geniuses,

incredibly stubborn.

And if I just had
a celebrity dad

and a multimillion-dollar
trust fund,

we could be twinsies.

Another yearbook?

Hmm. Guess you could say that.

A yearbook for serial killers.

Superlatives include

best strangling technique...

most limbs hacked off.
And that's not all.

Let me see. Oh. Felix Harmon.

He was a famous knife thrower

in Haly's Circus
in the early 1900s.

You know, where they... they
spin the woman upside down

and then they throw knives
blindfolded and try not to hit her.

Well, Felix was the best.

Never stabbed a
woman. Not once.

Well, at least not
during work hours.

You see, Felix was also known as

the Butcher of Gotham,

a serial killer, who terrorized

the gaslit streets of Gotham

by dismembering his
victims bit by bit,

right down to cutting out

their little, pink tongues.

Guess you could say
his weapon of choice

allowed him to mix
business with pleasure.

Those look exactly like
the knives the Talon used.

Yes. Thank you.

See, I knew I'd seen
this knife before,

and then I remembered where.

My dad told me about this book.

Pretty sure he just wanted me
to read the parts about him,

but, uh, I was always
drawn to dear old Felix.

So, what happened
to dear old Felix?

Oh. Caught and executed
in the city square.

Always did love an audience.

OK, so, how did the Talon

get ahold of knives
belonging to a serial killer

who's been dead for
almost 100 years?

This says Felix
Harmon had a daughter.

Hmm. She must be part
Galapagos turtle,

because she is still alive.

Goes by Eunice Monroe now.

Wait. She changed Harmon
but stuck with Eunice?

Yup. Currently resides at

the Robinson Park Nursing Home.

Hmm.

Well. I wonder if
the old biddy knows

how Daddy's cutlery made it

into the hands of the Talon.

Looks like someone
had a similar idea.

I think we were planning on
being a little more subtle.

Turn around slowly,

or I'll paint the walls
with your insides.

Wait.

You're Bruce Wayne's kid.

What the hell are you
doing in my father's house?

Looking for answers.
You gotta believe me.

I don't think your dad
chose to kill himself.

No kidding.

Suddenly goes insane?

Trashes this place?

Your dad did this?

Right before somebody
made him want

to blow his brains
out in broad daylight.

I think whoever killed my father

was responsible for
your dad's death, too.

And who would that be?

The Court of Owls.

So, you know about them?

No.

Clearly, my dad did.

Evening, Commissioner.

Anything new on
the mayor's death?

Well, the "Gazette"
has a source who says

the bomb found in
Mayor Hill's limo,

same type the Mutants threatened
to set off at the gala.

So, what's your best guess here?

Mutant Gang could've
used the gala

as a distraction to plant
a bomb in the mayor's car.

And why do you not
look convinced?

Close the door.

They found this in
the mayor's limo.

It's the same type of coin that
was found on Bruce Wayne's body.

Hmm.

You think the murders
are connected?

Could be. Could
be the Mutant Gang

trying to copycat.

What do you know about
the Court of Owls?

Should I check under my bed

for monsters before
I answer that?

Come on. I'm serious.

It's an old-timey nursery rhyme.

Don't hear it much anymore.

Every once in a while, some perp

will try to use it as
a catch-all excuse.

"Wasn't me. The Court
of Owls did it."

Yeah, but how many of them

leave coins like these behind?

Do you have
any idea why the Court

would want to kill your dad?

Can't help but think that it has

something to do with the
fact that two days before

Bruce Wayne was murdered,

he came here...

to meet with my dad in secret.

Do you know what for?

To change his will.

They worked on it all day.

The police told me he was
planning on changing his will,

but he died before he could.

That's not true. My dad tried
to tell that to the police,

even called the lead detective.

Ford?

Yeah. That's the guy.

My dad told him
that it wasn't true

that your father was planning

to cut you out of his will.

Then hours later, my
dad starts acting crazy,

ranting, raving,
tearing the place apart.

And not long after...

He was dead.

Do you know what changes
they did make to the will?

No. Your father
took the only copy.

But as he was leaving,
I heard my dad tell him

that what he was doing

was gonna change everything,

and that he was about to become

the greatest man in
the history of Gotham.

I think whatever
was in that will

got both our fathers killed.

Their entire argument
is that my dad

was gonna cut me
out of his will,

which, apparently, is why I
hired you guys to kill him.

But if we can get our
hands on that will,

it'll prove he
didn't cut me out.

Then there's no motive. Their case
against us starts to fall apart.

There must be a copy
of it somewhere.

There's only the original,

and, apparently, my
dad took that with him.

Well, what would he do with it?

I don't know, but I do
know someone who might.

Cressida.

She was my dad's attaché.

What makes you think she's
not gonna call the cops?

She's the closest thing
to family I have left.

When I was 12, my dad
was away on business,

and I thought it
would be a good idea

to take out his favorite
vintage car for a joyride.

It wasn't. Banged
it up pretty good,

and I knew I'd be dead meat,

but when my dad got home, instead
of telling him what really happened,

Cressida took the blame.

I'll never forget that.

She's always looked out for me.

Still, it's a risk.

I know, which is
why I'm going alone.

Are we any closer to figuring
out how the Talon ended up

with knives belonging to
a long-dead serial killer?

That is what I'm going to ask

Felix Harmon's daughter.

Nursing home visiting hours
start in about 15 minutes.

And I'm going with her.

Nice wig.

What? You
know, Eunice and I

happen to have a
lot in common, OK?

Both daughters of
serial killers.

I'm sure we're gonna
have a lot to talk about.

I'll be doing all the talking.

Thank you.

Hi. We're here to
see Eunice Monroe.

We're from Gotham Academy
doing community service.

You know, reading to old people.

Sign in. Down the hall,

second door to the right.

Thanks.

Harvey.

Lincoln.

Do you have a minute?
I need to talk to you.

What is it? Your
internal polling

come back less than you'd hoped?

This isn't about the election.

I, uh... I need your help.

What is it?

Is it true that Bruce
Wayne and Mayor Hill

both received antique coins
before they were killed?

Where'd you hear that?

You're not the only one with
an in at the GCPD, Harvey.

I can't discuss an ongoing case.

You know that.

Look, I'm not asking
for the gossip.

I'm asking because...

because I got one, too.

I just need to know.

Am I in danger?

Mrs. Monroe?

It's, uh, Miss
Monroe. Heh heh heh.

I never married.

But, please, call me Eunice.

We're doing a
project for school,

and we were hoping
you could tell us

what it was like growing
up in old Gotham.

Heh. Oh, there's
so much to tell.

You must have so many
interesting stories.

Oh, honestly,

I wouldn't know where to begin.

Uh, well, we could start
with what it was like

having your pops be
the Butcher of Gotham.

You know, we don't have
a lot of time here,

and, frankly, I don't think
she does, either, so...

We're not supposed
to talk about that.

It's a secret.

Well, we love secrets.

And we know just
how to keep them.

What do you want
to know about Papa?

Here's what I don't get.

All of the Talon's victims had
sudden bouts of dementia or insanity

with no prior history
just before they died.

So either being
attacked by the Talon

is so scary that it literally
drives you wackadoo...

I'm not gonna lie. He is
a big ol' pile of scary.

Or...

the Talon's knives are laced
with some kind of toxin,

a hallucinogenic maybe.

None of the cuts were
deep enough to kill,

but maybe he dipped
them in something

that made his victims
lose their minds.

I buy it.

It... my dad's an alcoholic.

When he drank, he just
became a different person.

I mean, he wasn't great
to begin with, but...

add alcohol and he was screaming
and smashing everything.

But when he sobered up...

All apologetic,

promises it'll
never happen again,

buys you stuff to
make up for it.

You know, we should check
if the autopsies showed

any strange chemicals or
drugs in their systems.

As a child, my
father was always traveling

with the circus.

Ohh.

I loved the beautiful
costumes, the spectacle,

but I especially
loved the music.

Heh. I so rarely saw Papa,

but he knows how much
I loved the music.

He never forgets.

And even though he was
traveling with his act,

he managed to watch over me.

Hmm.

He still does.

And he sends me
these music boxes

to add to my collection.

Sends?

Yes.

This one's my favorite.

Of course, I always like
the newest ones best.

Did your dad give away
other things of his?

Like, I don't know,
say, his knives?

Excuse me?

You know, the ones he...

carved people up with.

I mean, Butcher
of Gotham and all.

'Cause there is actually
somebody out there right now

doing very bad things with them.

Such a crude name.

Papa never butchered anyone

despite what the papers said.

You... I'm a little chilly.

Can we get my blanket?

Yes. Of course.

Papa was always so precise.

He used to dissect his prey

with the skill of
the finest surgeon

in all of Gotham.

Hmm.

Let me tell you another secret.

Papa didn't cut
their tongues out

to keep the bystanders
from hearing their screams.

That's absurd.

I mean, you can scream
perfectly well without a tongue.

No. It was their insipid pleas

to spare their lives
he couldn't tolerate.

His victims got what
they deserved...

just like you.

Papa will be quite
displeased with you

for tricking me into
saying things I shouldn't.

Beware the Court of Owls,

that watches all the time.

Ruling Gotham
from their shadowed perch

behind granite and lime.

They watch you at your hearth.
They watch you at your bed.

Speak not a whispered
word of them,

or they'll send the
Talon for your head!

Turner.

Oh, my God.

Turner, how did you get in here?

I've been sneaking in and
out of here since I was 9.

I've missed this place.

Are you all right?

As all right as someone
wanted for murder can be.

Do you have any idea
how worried I've been?

Why didn't you
come to me sooner?

I didn't want to
drag you into this.

And...

well, I thought maybe

you believed what they
said about me was true.

Turner.

I know you.

You loved your father.

I know you'd never do
anything to hurt him.

Thank you.

For what?

Believing in me.

There's nothing I
wouldn't do for you.

Good, because...

I think I know a way

that you can help me
prove I'm innocent.

Whatever you need.
You're home now.

I'm not seeing any hallucinogenics
coming from these autopsies,

but a lot of them have trace
amounts of an unknown substance.

What does that mean?

It means the body metabolized
some kind of drug,

breaking it down, so we
can't know what it is.

Certain drugs, like opiates,
break down really quickly,

so after a while, they won't
even show up on a drug test.

I watch a lot of true crime.

It's OK. You don't
have to do that.

What?

Make excuses.

I mean, I know what it's like.

I actually do love true crime.

And my mom's an addict.

Pills, mostly.

That's why you're working
on this so late with me?

You don't want to go home?

Not until she's passed out.

Nobody knows...

not even Turner.

I'm not saying anything.

But, you know, if you ever do need
someone to talk to about anything,

I...

I'm literally not
going anywhere, so...

Checking out item 4926-81.

OK.

Uh, item 4926-81?

It's an Athenian coin

connected with the
Bruce Wayne case.

Sorry. Do you mean
checking back in?

You already checked it out.

What do you mean?

Um...

right there.

You already signed it out.

That doesn't make any sense.

No. I'm telling you, she had
that crazy old woman strength.

- That's not a thing.
- Oh, it's a thing.

This can't be a coincidence.

Eunice Monroe associated
with the Court of Owls?

Mm-hmm. She was off
her rocker, man.

She kept insisting that
her dearly departed daddy

was still sending
her little presents.

So the Court is having
someone bring her trinkets

to make her think her
dad is still alive?

Why would they do that?

I don't know why,

but I think I know who.

Cressida Clarke.

So your father
did change his will?

In secret.

And he didn't make any
copies, just the original,

which I think he
brought back here.

Do you have any idea where
he might have put it?

There are a few
places I could check.

I won't be a moment.

Hey.

Turner, you need to get
out of there right now.

What? Wh... What do you mean?

Cressida is one of them. She's
working with the Court of Owls.

That's impossible.

Hang up the phone.

Turner?

I must say, your detective work

to this point has
been impressive.

Your father would be proud.

I'm sorry it had
to come to this.

The phone, if you please.

I trusted you.

So did my dad.

Have you been working
for them the whole time?

Please.

I never meant for any
of this to happen.

Did you do it?

Did you kill my father?

You have to understand,

one does not defy the Court.

They're too powerful.
They'll kill me.

Not if I do it first.

Please, Turner, I
did not kill him.

- You're lying.
- I didn't.

I helped the Court...

by making his death possible.

How?

I slipped a toxin into his food,

a small amount at a time,

just enough to weaken
him to dull his reflexes.

And then they sent the Talon.

You know the rest.

Why did they do it?

Gotham is their city.

Your father was
a threat to that.

And what about me?

You were...

collateral damage.

Give me one good reason I
shouldn't kill you right now.

I can't.

But please understand

I never meant to hurt you.

I always cared about you.

Everything about
you has been a lie.

Do you expect me
to believe that?

No, but it is true.

She's telling the truth.

Ms. Clarke has always
spoken very highly of you.

In fact, she's quite
vocally petitioned the Court

to spare your life.

And why is that?

We have misjudged
you, Mr. Hayes.

You've proven to
be quite formidable

as well as resilient,

qualities the Court
holds in high regard.

Swear your loyalty to us,

and you will rise
to such heights

that the pain and
misery of this world

will be but a distant memory.

The charges against you will
be dropped, your name cleared.

You will once again
be a prince of Gotham

and so much more.

All we ask in return
is your loyalty.

You killed my father.
You destroyed my life.

You expect me to forget that

and just let you
get away with it?

The Court will get away with it

no matter what you
do or don't do.

How can I trust you
to honor your word?

The fact that you're
still breathing

is all the proof you need.

However, membership
into this family

does not come without a price.

Right. Loyalty.

Tell us where we can find
the 3 remaining fugitives.

You're asking me to betray them?

Do it.

It's the only way
to save your life.

Then it's not a
life worth saving.

How disappointing

but, sadly, expected.

If you're determined to die
in the gutter you came from,

the Court will oblige you.

Uh!

Come on.

Which way now?

Follow me.

Get ready to run.

I've been replaying
the last 10 years

over and over in my head.

Every kind word she
ever said to me,

every homework assignment
she helped me with...

every time she sat with me
when my dad was working late...

every one of them was a lie.

'Cause all that time,

Cressida was plotting
to murder my dad.

"The Owls are in the house."

It was a warning.

Alan Wayne said it

and Pericles Jones.

And it was true.

The Court was in my house...

and I was too blind to see it.

My dad, too...

because we trusted her.

We all did.

I'm not OK, Stephanie.

It's all right not to be.

I had it in my head I could
go back to my old life...

that I could go home.

How could I be so wrong?

Because you're human.

Anybody would want that.

She was the last piece of
family I had left, Steph.

I know.

But that doesn't
mean you're alone.

You still have me

and you've got those
weirdos downstairs, too.

Heh.

This is the part where you're
supposed to make me feel better.

Hey, I'm working
with what I got.

Are pizza empanadas
different than calzones?

Why don't you ask
your new friend?

Stephanie?

You know, she's pretty cool if
you actually get to know her.

I don't want to get to know her.

Why not?

Because in another
life, I would be her.

What?

I am just as smart and
just as capable as her,

but she got born into
a better Zip code

and has everything
I ever wanted...

Teachers who give a
crap, fast track to MIT,

parents who didn't abandon her,

a life where she doesn't have
to fight for every damn thing,

where you get judged for who
you are and not where you are.

And every time I look at her,

I see what I could have been
just staring back at me.

Harper.

Luckily for you, I
know who you are,

all right, and it's
pretty amazing.

And the person
you're gonna be...

off the frickin' charts.

Who Stephanie is isn't
gonna change that.

Just so you know,

she doesn't exist to
make you feel bad.

Her life definitely
isn't perfect.

Yeah, right.

Get to know her.

Don't judge her the
way others judge us.

OK?

Forensics finished up their
analysis of the mayor's limo.

No fingerprints other
than the mayor's,

no DNA.

I don't see any pry marks.

Do we know how the
bomber got inside?

Well, according to the
mayor's security detail,

there is a key unaccounted for.

If we find the key, that
could lead us to the killer.

Soto.

It's the lab.

Mm-hmm.

What'd you find?

All right.

Did you steal from an old lady?

No. I stole from a
crazy old lady.

And you know what, I deserve it

after what she put us through.

All my dad ever gave me
was a bloody playing card.

I mean, her dad was
a rampaging psycho,

and yet he managed
to look after her.

She still got her
yolk scrambled.

I'm glad you came along.

Now hand it over.

Seriously? You're
gonna return it?

No. I have a better idea.

I'm gonna check it for prints.

OK, eliminating
nursing home staff,

eliminating Eunice.

You'd think someone with
"nice" in their name

wouldn't be so creepy.

Got a match.

Duela.

OK, last one.

It's only a partial print,

so it may not be enough
for us to get a match.

The Butcher of Gotham was executed
almost a hundred years ago.

How the hell is he the Talon?

Greg, move your head.