All language subtitles for Gotham.Knights.S01E13.WEB v1

Previously
on "Gotham Knights"...

Beware
the Court of Owls

that watches all the time.

My mom's the one
that's behind everything--

the Court, Cressida's murder,

probably Bruce Wayne's, too.

Ruling Gotham
from a shadowed perch.

Duela, meet your real father,

Harvey Dent!

Behind granite and lime...

Given how superstitious
Alan Wayne was,
I'm guessing

all his buildings have
secret 13th floors.

Wouldn't that mean
Wayne Tower has one?

Aah!

This isn't who I
raised you to be.

This is exactly who
you raised me to be.

Nobody
is bulletproof.

Just ask your friend
Batman.

Mom, Dad,
I missed you so much.

We watch you
at your hearth.

We watch you in your bed.

- They're all dead.
- Hands in the air!

Speak not
a whispered word of us,

or we'll send the Talon
for your head.

Kill them all.

How many ways do you want me
to tell you the same thing?

Well, I'm just trying
to get it straight.

So, first,
you were framed for
killing Bruce Wayne

by the same people
who then framed you for
killing Cressida Clarke,

who you say worked
for the people
who framed you,

and now you're saying
that you've been framed

for killing the people
who framed you?

Yes, that--that is exactly
what the Court of Owls does.

So, I guess my question is,
who's left to frame you
now that everyone is dead?

Well, technically,
some of them can't die,
all right?

Look, there's this thing.
It's called Electrum,

and it's--it's--
it's a space rock.

A meteorite comprised
of mineral alloys
with healing properties.

That allows you
to live forever?

In small doses.
The Court puts it
in a back molar,

and it releases over time,
giving an increased lifespan.

That is how their Talon
has stayed alive for
over a hundred years.

Talon, a-as in
the nursery rhyme?

As in a brutal, sword-wielding
killing machine.

That can never die.

Well, not until Turner
cut off his head.

But he was
totally justified!

Do you feel you
were justified

in killing
the mayor and dozens
of Gotham's elite

because you believe
they were part
of some secret cabal?

We didn't kill them.

- Then who did?
- My mother.

Rebecca March,

who's still
unaccounted for?

She killed the Court?

She is The Court.

She has been
for centuries.

If she's willing
to sacrifice
the entire Court,

no one in Gotham is safe.

You're gonna make me
beg, aren't you?

Rebecca.

You know, it didn't
have to be this way.

Heh heh! Trust me.

I tried to avoid
this way for years,

but you just couldn't

resist a good mystery.

Well, call me old-fashioned,
but if we were gonna have
a future together,

I think I deserved to know
that you could have fought
in the Civil War.

Prolonged life is
a gift, Harvey,

one I'm prepared
to offer you.

This is the Electrum
I'd reserved

for my now-deceased
Court.

Start over with me,
Harvey.

No more baggage.

No more
sneaking around.

No more
fake marriages.

You're not the Rebecca
that I fell in love with.

No,

you are not
the Harvey who fell
in love with me,

at least...not yet.

Heh!
So, that's it?

You can't have me,
so, the crazy one's
gonna be your rebound?

I hate to break it
to you, Rebecca,
but it's gonna take

a lot more than
a few keys on the piano
to bring him back.

I know.

Let go of me!

All right.
Let me walk by myself.

- Let me go!
- Duela?

Now then.

You know,
I shot him point-blank,

so, whatever you think
you're doing

isn't really gonna work
because the guy hates me.

What the hell are you doing?

Just let her go.

Let yourself go, Harvey.

Choose your better half,
and your daughter
leaves here alive.

Oh, come on.
A bomb, seriously?

Your mother may have been
willing to cash you in

like a hot handbag, but...

then she's always been
a blight on society.

Your father,
however, is good

and moral and just,

and I have no doubt he'll do
anything to save you.

Rebecca, don't do this.

I'll give you the disarm code

when you give me
the real Harvey.

I need to go pack my bags.

I'll leave room
for your toothbrush.

I need to see
my daughter
Carrie Kelly.

I've been waiting
two hours.

She's still
being questioned.

She's 15.

Well, congratulations.
You raised the youngest

mass murderer
in Gotham history.

I am not a killer.

Why is it so hard
for you to believe that?

Maybe I think
being a killer
is in your blood.

What?

You don't remember me,
do you?

This isn't the first time
we've met, Mr. Hayes.

I was the lead detective
investigating the death
of your parents.

You couldn't solve
that one either, huh?

Some detective.

Certainly not
the world's greatest.

Oh, yeah.

I knew Bruce Wayne,
only I knew him
as Batman.

Did you know he was the one
who killed my parents?

Did you bury the case
to protect him?

I buried it to protect
an 8-year-old boy.

From what,
the truth about how
my parents died?

From the truth
of who they were.

Your parents were
murderers, Turner,

assassins.

That's a lie.

They--they cleaned
office buildings.

That was their cover.

Your parents'
last assignment?

Kill the Batman.

This is insane.

The truth often is.

Your parents worked

for an international
criminal

named Henri Ducard.

When I interviewed you
back then,

you told me about
your parents' friend
Mr. Henry?

Well, Ducard wanted
Batman dead

and he tasked
your parents
with doing it.

Instead, they got
themselves killed.

Just got the report
back from forensics.

Want to know what
they found?

Explosives?

Traces of nitroglycerin
were found on your jacket
when you were booked.

What?

It's from those barrels,

the ones
in the March building.

If all those barrels
are filled
with nitroglycerin--

Rebecca's planning
something awful.

- You have to trust us.
- Why? Because you know

the location of a whole bunch
of bomb-making materials?

No, because of that.

This is Soto.
Talk to me.

Power's been cut.
The whole damn building's out.

Owls hunt better
in the dark.

I want the entire building
on lockdown,

- now.
- Copy that.

Bringing backup generators
online now.

I need a unit

to motor pool, now!
Officer down!

- I repeat, officer down!
- What's the situation?

We got multiple intruders
just cutting their way
through the Bomb Squad.

They're making
their way up now.

We need help in the motor pool!

I repeat, we need help
in the motor pool!

Oh!

What the hell are
those things?

Your mom
sold you out, huh?

Sorry.

I'm sure she had no idea
it was gonna wind you up here--

Yeah, we're not
doing this. Thanks.

Fine. Um...

how 'bout I just talk
and you listen, OK?

Duela, your mom
screwed you over.

I screwed over you
and your mom, but your--

your dad isn't...

I mean...

I'm not who you
thought I was.

Your childhood
was stolen from you.

None of it is fair.

None of that is how any kid
should ever have to grow up.

Duela, if I had known
you existed,

and if you had had

an actual father figure
in your life,

then none of this
would have happened.

And all of that pain

and the frustration
and hatred

that had to go into you
pulling that trigger,

I deserved...

every last bit of that,

and I'm starting to think
that the only reason
that I survived

was so that I
could have a chance
to make it up to you,

because I----
I shouldn't be here.

I should not be alive,
and I am not gonna waste
my second chance.

Starting with getting us
out of this mess,

I am gonna
make it up to you.

Duela...

Someone cares
about you now, OK?

OK.

All right, listen up!
I want officers securing

every way into this part
of the building.

Yes, sir.

All units fall back!

Repeat!
Fall back to--aah!

OK, how do we stop
these things?

I--I'm sorry. "Things,"
as in--as in more than one?

Yeah, it seems
your nursery rhyme added
a few more characters.

We need weapons, the ones you
impounded from the Batcave.

What makes you think
that you can stop them?

Because we've
done it before.

Because we're
the Gotham Knights.

Aah!

Everybody! Hit the deck!

All right.

All right,
I'm gonna apply pressure.
This'll hurt.

Mom?

Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom!
Please!

Oh, no! Stay with me!
Please, please!

No, Mom!

Carrie, crying:
No, no!

No! Please!

Dr. Kelley's in surgery
right now.

- How's it looking?
- Considering Dr. Kelley's

the best surgeon they have,
and she can't operate
on herself...

we're just hoping
second-best will do.

How's Carrie?

About as good
as you'd expect.

Commissioner Soto's still
unconscious, so, we can't
rely on GCPD for backup.

Where are you?

Headed up to your parents'
13th floor to check out
those nitro barrels.

Can't be
a coincidence the Talons
took out the Bomb Squad.

OK. Just...

be careful.

So, are you two,
like, a thing now?

- Who two?
- You and Harper.

Uh, are we a thing?

Because
it's obvious.

- It is?
- Oh.

- Oh, yeah, totally.
- Like, big time.

Huh.

OK, then.

I thought you said
there'd be a bunch
of barrels here.

There were,

and they didn't
have that.

There are two
mercury tilt switches.

You move this thing
or deactivate it,
and this thing blows.

By my count, there used to be
7 other barrels here.

And this cell phone
detonator is talking

to 7 other phones
just like it.

So, if Rebecca has
7 other bombs,

where are they?

Tracing
the cell phone's
frequencies

to their points
of origin and...

oh, my God.

Of course--

8 bombs, one for each

of the skyscrapers
designed by Alan Wayne.

So, Rebecca March
has hidden a bomb on each
of the building's 13 floors.

Why would she do that?
Same reason she
killed off her Court

and sent the Talons
after us.

If she erases
every trace of her past

and every piece of evidence
hiding in these buildings,

then she gets to start over
with a clean slate.

She's gonna do more
than that.

These are
massive granite

and lime buildings
we're talking about.

Tens of thousands
of people will die.

Uh, OK, wait, hold on.
Based on these signals,

all of the bombs
are connected to one,

the "mother" bomb.

Please tell me
it's just nurturing
and slightly overbearing.

I wish.

It's the bomb
that sets off
all the others.

So, where is
this mother bomb?

Purple, red,
green, yellow.

I--I can't tell.
Would you call that
a mauve?

I thought bombs were
your specialty.

No, they were
the Joker's specialty.

Now you wish I was
his daughter?

I might have to give
Rebecca what she wants.

Can you even
do that at will?
Don't you have to, like,

chant 3 times into
a mirror or something?

No, not anymore.
I just have to close my eyes
and ask him to come out.

Duela? Hey, hey,
what are you doing?

- I'm phoning backup.
- Don't. D-don't.
You could blow us up.

Uh, it's ringing.

Uh, hello?

Hey, girl.

- It's Duela.
- Oh, let me guess.

You and your mom ran out
of gas on your way
out of Gotham, and now

you need the only number
you can remember to come
to your rescue?

Have you ever thought
about finding an outlet
for your anger?

You're the outlet, Duela.

Look, I--I gotta go, OK?

Rebecca March planted bombs
all over the city.
Yeah, I know.

I am strapped to one.

How do you think I'm
calling you?

You're calling me
from the bomb's phone?

OK, hold on.
I'm putting you on speaker.

Great.
Brains aplenty. So, OK.

I am being held hostage
here with Harvey.

- Uh. Harvey's there?
- Yes,

and it turns out he
suffers from, uh,

- what is it called?
- Identity dysmorphia.

It's complicated,
but I have, uh--

Basically, it means
there's an evil twin
riding shotgun

in his brain
who occasionally
likes to pop out

and do things like kill
his own father,

knock up my mother,
uh, bang the Head
of the Court of Owls.

Look, I'm--I'm sorry.
I'm on a clock here.

What does
Rebecca want?
Um,

she'll tell us how
to disarm the bomb

if I unleash my dark side
and promise to leave
Gotham with her,

but I've been locking
that side of me away

for some time,
and trust me when I say

any solution is better
than ever letting him
out again.

Uh, we may have
a decent one, actually.

We outlined
the circuitry of
the bomb network,

based on the data we
pulled off of Freek and
the wire configuration

we analyzed on the bomb
in the March building.

Since Duela's bomb
at Wayne is the trigger
for all the other bombs,

then, in theory,
if Duela disarmed hers,

all the other bombs
would disarm as well.

Oh! Bingo!

Ha ha!
Nerds to the rescue!

OK!
Uh, this is
gonna be complicated,

but start by finding
the red and purple wires.

No, stop!
We are not
doing this again.

The red and purple
are power chargers.

Duela cannot
disarm her bomb.
Yes,

I can, and I know
you know how.

You were
using your giddy
tech-girl voice.

I've analyzed
the programming, and the way
these bombs are linked,

if Duela disarms her bomb,
then all of
the others detonate.

But that
doesn't make any sense.

Why would Rebecca tell us
how to disarm the bomb?

Because she needs a patsy.

She flees the city
and Duela takes the fall
as the girl who blew it up.

Uh, OK, but...
just to be clear,

if I were to do that,

then this bomb
won't blow up, right?

Uh, d-don't--
don't do anything.

OK, we're--we're gonna
find a way out of this.

Says the guy
not chained to a bomb.

Carrie?

- Carrie?
- Mom...

Hey, I'm here,

all right?

I'm just glad to see
you are, too.

Um, Dr. Ray says you're
not out of the woods yet,
but that you're a fighter.

Huh.

If he's trotting out
that old chestnut,
it must be bad.

What does my chart say?

Um...

"successful repair
of penetrating
abdominal trauma."

Skip to the part
about complications.

"Organ dysfunction
caused by onset

of septic shock."

But they're treating
with miladiaxone.

Drug of last resort.

Mom...

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry that I
got you into this.

Turns out I'm not
the only fighter
in this family.

Batman chose well.

With him gone,

this city is lucky
to have you...

which is why
you have to go.

Mom, I'm not
leaving you.

It's not in your power
to save my life,

sweet girl.

And from the looks
of things around here,

there are others
you can help save.

I've decided to trust you

to survive this.

Time for you to do
the same for me.

Go.

Gotham needs its Robin.

I have to let him out.

No.

Harvey, the other you
put my mom in Arkham.

- He's a dick.
- Yeah, I know....

but he's also
diabolically clever,

- and he'll get you out of this.
- OK, well, no.

Just think about it.
If you let him out,
then Rebecca gives us

the disarm code, right?
And if we disarm
this bomb,

then Gotham goes
kaboom.

No, we won't have
to disarm it because he

will find a way to outsmart
her little scheme.

Fighting crazy with crazy
is the literal definition
of crazy.

- You have to trust me
on this, Duela.
- OK, well,

maybe I don't
trust myself with the
disarm code then, huh?

- What if that's my only way out?
- That's what I'm saying.

- This is the way out.
- But not for us!

I just sat here
listening to you
assure me

that you would make up
for 18 years

of a crappy life
that I didn't deserve.

And I believed you...

so, I don't want
to lose that.

I don't want
to lose you.

OK, then you have
to make me a promise.

You just find a way
to bring me back.

What do you mean?

Hmm...

Harvey, please
don't do this.

- Hmm, hmm...
- Please, please do not do this.

- Come on!
- Hmm, hmm, hmm...

Harvey!

Harvey!

Dad!

Ha ha ha ha!

Oh, Harvey.

Harvey, Harvey, Harvey.

What mess have you
gotten us into this time?

Duela, I swear we're gonna get
you and Harvey out of this.

Yeah, well,
Harvey can't come to
the phone right now

'cause he's currently
the other guy.

- Hey, kids.
- So, you might want

to factor that
into your little
rescue plan.

OK, I--I swear to you,
I promise we're gonna ge--

Duela?

She hung up.

OK, who actually thinks
Duela is gonna
sacrifice herself

to save a city
that never gave
a damn about her?

Are we raising hands
or is this an anonymous vote?

Any update on your mom?

Let's just say
that saving Gotham

from imminent disaster
is a welcome distraction.

Yeah, but the question is,
can we save it from Duela
saving herself?

I mean, we all know what
she's gonna do, right?

Maybe Stephanie and I can
reverse-engineer the programming

so that arming the mother bomb
disarms the 7 others.

We'd have to clear
the area unit by unit.

- Oh, I can take care of that.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, backsies.

What are you saying,
that we...

we blow up Wayne Tower
before Duela decides

to blow up the rest
of the city?

OK,
someone has to say it.

Are we really gonna trade
tens of thousands
of lives for one?

Maybe we just trust Duela
to wait for us to find
a better solution.

I think what they're
saying is that this is
the better solution.

Duela didn't
think twice about blowing
herself up to save me.

Dude, she doesn't care
about Gotham the way
she cares about you.

That wasn't always
the case, Cullen. Are you
saying she can't change?

- And are you willing
to bet the whole city on that?
- I'm willing to bet on her!

This morning, I learned that
Batman didn't kill my parents.

They died because he was
defending himself from them.

Oh, my God.

My parents were
prolific assassins,

monsters who murdered
God knows how many people

in cold blood.

That's who I come from.

So, if you're gonna stand there
and judge somebody

based on where
they came from, well,

you may as well turn
your backs on me, too.

I chose my own path.
I'm here,

with all of you who chose
your own paths, too.

Duela has
the same choice.

I can't believe I'm
about to say this.

I vote we trust Duela.

Me, too.

Three.

OK.

That still doesn't stop
all these other bombs
from going off.

We just need one of them
to go off, right?

Apone, it's Cullen.
Cullen Row.

Yeah, I'm a little
busy here.

Not sure I got time
to give you

a proper "thank you"
for saving my life.

Well, then how about
helping me save a lot more?

I need you to evacuate
the area around Wayne Tower.

I'm a little
short-staffed here.

I got more badges
in the hospital
than I do on duty.

Besides, do you know what
would happen if I diverted
all those resources?

I know what'll happen
if you don't.

You need to trust me.

Hey, Rebecca,

for a woman who likes me
to use my hands,

you're sure you want
to keep me tied up?

Psst. Hey.

Girl strapped
to the barrel of nitro,

you want to push
that disarm button?

I knew this
would happen.

Oh, come on, do it.
Rebecca made it so easy.

It's like sending
a spam call to voicemail.

You promised me
another way out of this!

Who did?
Your white knight Harvey?

In case you haven't
noticed, he's all talk.
I'm the action guy.

That's why I'm here.
Press the button.
I can't.

You can't what?

You can't turn your back
on a city that thinks
you're trash?

OK, so, what? I--I let
thousands of people die
just to save myself?

You've been saving yourself
for your whole life, kid.

Like to think
you got that from me.

OK, well, hopefully,
I didn't inherit

the need to be
somebody's bitch.

Ha ha ha ha!

I mean,
Rebecca March?

Really?

That's your
ride-or-never-die?

Well, it's a lot better
than being locked

in a permanent timeout
in the basement
of Harvey's brain.

Then you've just traded
one prison for another.

Hmm.

You're just a dog

that people like
to play with and then

put back in the kennel
when they get bored.

And Rebecca

will get bored.

Trust me. Heh!

I mean, maybe a
few decades from now,

a half-century, even,
when they have

flying cars
and skater skirts

are back in style,
but she will...

turn on you...

just like
she did Lincoln.

Speak of the devil.

Hi, babe.

Look who's
come out to play.

Thank you for rescuing me
from that dreadful coma.

It's time.

And we are gonna have
plenty of it.

Hmm.

Or at least
one of us will.

Oh!

Help!

Oh!

Aah!

Aah! Aah...

Oh! Oh, my God! Dad!

Aah--oh!

Get him out of here.

By order of the GCPD,

you must evacuate
the area immediately.
Move it!

I'm not gonna do it.

I'm not gonna help you
cover your tracks.

So brave.

But will you still be
so heroic

when you're up here
all alone,

watching
those numbers tick down
to the single digits?

Did you ever stop to wonder why
you're the perfect person

to frame for the murder
of Gotham's hero?

It's because
the entire city

was so ready
to believe

the worst things
about you.

And do you know
why that is?

Because they're true.

Then they
don't know Duela,

and neither do you.

I know you were always
worried about living up

to Bruce Wayne's legacy,

but I do see him
in you, Turner,

particularly the part
where you're dead, too.

It's Electrum, Mom.

Every last bit of it.

I'm sure you know
what happens when you
get too much of it.

You could have had
the world.

Not like this.

My Talons
will find you--

I can't believe
you came back for me,

I mean, after all
those times I--I ran

and screwed you over
and nearly got you
killed.

Not offended.

Where's Harvey?

What's this?

This is the Electrum she was
gonna use on Harvey.

This could save
my mom's life.

It'd be nice to see it
finally used for good.

Cullen, how we doing?

Area is evacuated.
You're all clear.

Apone says Wayne Tower
perimeter's clear.

- We're good to go.
- Copy that.

- Freek's ready when you are.
- OK, calibrating right now.

Mother Bomb's untethered.

- Steph?
- Yeah, we're good. OK.

So, when the timer hits zero,
the 7 other bombs

will be neutralized.
You have 5 minutes.

Guys! Guys, you need
to get out of there!

Surveillance shows
Talons headed your way!
You're about to have company!

- Good.
- How is that good?

Because they'll be
in the building
when it blows.

Let's not be. Heh!

Come on.

Did you know he was Batman?

You knew my dad
in a way I never will.

Following in his footsteps
makes me feel closer to him.

Turner!
What are you doing?

- The rest of my dad's journals.
- No! There's no time!

They're all I have
left of him.

I--I still have
so many questions.

I'll be right
behind you! Go!

No! What are you doing?

Come on! Damn it!

- Turner, where are you?!
- On my way.

Keep the engine running.

Turner!

I'm in the lobby.
Heading to you now.

Aah!

You took
my legacy from me,

so, I'm taking
Bruce Wayne's legacy
from him.

As long as
Gotham survives,

Batman's legacy
will live forever.

Tear him apart.

Who are you?

Turner, where are you?!

No!

Did Turner make it
out of there?

Somebody tell me
he's OK!

Hey.

- Hey. Heh heh!
- Mom.

How are you feeling?

Oh. Better.

Doctor said
the sepsis is gone.

It takes longer than that
to recover from sepsis.

Ray was right.

You really are
a fighter.

What about you?

You save the day?

What's wrong?

After a night
of terror marked

by violent attacks
throughout the city,

the citizens of Gotham awoke
this morning to a skyline

that is forever changed

with the loss of Wayne Tower.

A GCPD spokesperson credited
vigilante group

the Gotham Knights
with saving countless lives

that otherwise would have
been lost in the blast,

so, it seems we all owe them
a debt of gratitude,

whoever they are.

Cullen.

I just wanted
to give you that
proper thank you.

You're a better
fake cop than
most real ones.

Come on.

Is there any news?

The Wayne Tower
surveillance
hard drives

were destroyed
in the collapse,
so, piecing together

the final moments
been a bit difficult.

Now, our search
and rescue teams
are still looking

for Turner, but they
found body parts
in the lobby

from what was left
of the Talons,
so, clearly,

Ace put up
a good fight.

What about Harvey Dent?

Harvey.
What are you, uh--

Oh...

you gave up your
own daughter, Jane.

And after
you gave her this
whole song and dance

about what a monster
I was--cha-ching!--

you just sell her to
the highest bidder?

You hurt her.

Harvey, wait.
Uh...

look, just...
give me a chance, OK?

You know,

when our daughter
shot me...

this little coin

saved my life.

Why don't we see

if it saves yours?

Tails,
you live...

and heads,
you don't.

Oh, Jane.

I remember
first setting foot
in this place.

Turner said we'd
clear our names.

Couldn't
believe it then.

I can hardly
believe it now.

I just wish he was
around to see it.

He was
a good guy.

Wish I'd figured that
out sooner.

So, what are you
gonna do next?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll enroll
in Gotham Academy.

This place have
any scholarships?

Hope so.

Between Dad's legal defense
and Mom's rehab,

no way they're gonna pay
for my school anymore.

So, that's it.

Back to your boring,
little lives.

Homework, prom,
cafeteria food.

No more Gotham Knights.

You hate
the Gotham Knights.

You hate the name.
You hate when people
call us that.

Well, they're idiots,
and it is a stupid name.

But I think
the people need us.

Duela...do you even care
about the people?

No.

But Turner did...

and I cared about him.

Then I guess the best way
to keep his memory alive
is to keep fighting.

You know I'm in.

Me, too.

Three.

Why not?

It's what Bat-Brat
would want.

So, you're my kidnapper.

Or one might
call me your savior.

My name is Henri Ducard.

Mr. Henry.

You remember.

What am I doing here?

You've shown
a great deal of promise.

The Court of Owls
told me the same thing.

And yet they
underestimated you.

I will not.

I taught
your birth parents...

and I taught
Bruce Wayne,

and now
I'll teach you

everything I know.

What about my life
in Gotham?

You don't
have one anymore.

And my friends?

Everyone you knew
thinks you're dead.

And that is
a perfect place to start.

Greg, move your head.