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Man: Previously on Gotham...

Falcone: Jim, meet my daughter, Sofia.

Do you ever think about walking away from it all?

Sometimes.

Bruce: This drawing depicts a man being healed by water.

That's ra's a! Ghul.

He wants the knife.

Auctioneer: The opening bid will begin at $50,000.

A hundred thousand dollars.

Two million dollars.

(Gavel banging)

Sold to Mr. Bruce Wayne.

(Exhales)

I guess you could say I'm your number one fan?

What's black and white and red all over?

Zebra, with a gaping hole.

I think something is wrong with your brain, ed.

Alvarez: Gordon, you've got a visitor.

- You shouldn't have come back here. - I'm a Falcone.

You came looking for a gangster. That's exactly what you found.

(Ra's al ghul whispering) That knife is the key

to everything.

Well, not everything.

(Helicopter hovering)

Niles: Hmm.

Beautiful.

And you bought this at auction?

Bruce: Supposedly, it was the embalming knife

of the first-century mesopotamian king.

Balahsi.

And what is it that you want of me, Mr. Wayne?

Anything you can tell me, Dr. Winthrop.

I wanna know exactly what it is I bought.

Perhaps you should've considered that

before you dropped two million dollars on it, shouldn't you?

Leave it with me overnight.

(Door opens)

I'm back.

Man, you really need

to clean that room.

My delightful grandson.

I have access to the very clean

historical records room at Gotham central library

and he uses it for his homework.

0h, Alex, let me introduce you

to Mr. Bruce Wayne and his guardian

- Alfred pennyworth. - What's up?

Whoa.

Where did that come from?

That cuneiform's definitely pre-phoenician.

Alex is an avid student of history and sometimes assists me.

A word, master Bruce.

Now it's all very well involving an old geezer, but a young man?

Just you remember who's after that knife.

What so important about it that ra's al ghul

wants it so badly? We need to know.

Dr. Winthrop.

Alex.

I have to ask you to keep this matter between us.

- Of course. - Yeah, cool.

I mean...

Yes, Mr. Wayne.

I'll check back tomorrow.

Until then.

(Grunts)

Come on, ed. Come on.

You can do this.

This has to be the perfect riddle.

(Groans)

Yes.

Yes.

Yes!

Yes!

Is that you?

(Sinister instrumental music playing)

(Grunts)

Tomorrow night, oswald,

is the night you die.

Alex.

Bring me the palmerian codex.

Ah!

What is it?

"He, who rises from the waters,

"whom death shall not touch.

"With this sacred blade,

"his final savage destiny

"shall be fulfilled.

"The earth will quake.

"Blood will flow.

"All tremble

"before the demon's head."

What's the demon's head?

Not what, my boy.

Who.

There is a legend in the time of this knife,

of a man who could not die.

Or who died, but was reborn.

Have you ever, in your reading, come across the name ra's al ghul?

He was a warlord.

But those guys always had stories invented about them.

They're just stories.

My boy, people believe in these stories.

They kill for them.

I think Bruce Wayne has stumbled across something

much more complex than he imagined.

And infinitely more dangerous.

(Knocking on door)

No one should be here.

Here, take this into my office.

Stay quiet. Quickly.

Dr. Niles winthrop.

- What a pleasure. - Who are you?

The museum is closed.

How did you get past the guard?

My apologies.

But my business is pressing.

"Greek, vase - second century."

On. (Laughs)

This was made by a forger in Marrakech in the 15th century.

He had some talent, but told the most obscene jokes.

Tell me who you are, or I shall call the police.

I am looking for a knife Bruce Wayne brought you earlier today.

I don't know what you mean.

The best liar I ever met ran a brothel in Shanghai.

Her quite considerable gift was that

you knew she was lying, but didn't care.

You so badly wanted to believe her.

(Man scoffs)

You, Dr. Winthrop, are a terrible liar.

Where's the knife?

(Alarm ringing)

The police, they're coming.

I imagine they are.

(Chuckles)

(Breathing shakily)

(Camera shutter clicking)

Harper: End of crime, my ass.

Harper?

- Where's bullock? - He asked me to fill in.

He took a sabbatical for a few days.

You baby-sitting me?

Do you need baby-sitting?

- What have we got? - Dr. Niles winthrop.

Curator of antiquities.

Looks like somebody snapped his neck.

No witnesses, of course.

Fire alarm triggered security.

Maybe the dead guy pulled it right before the...

Yeah, thanks. Anything else?

Yes, actually.

According to professor Von dead's log book,

the last person to visit him,

I'm talking just yesterday afternoon...

Bruce Wayne.

It's all right, let him in.

Detective Gordon.

What...

- What happened? - We were thinking

we would ask you the same thing.

You met with Dr. Winthrop just yesterday, correct?

I bought an old knife at auction.

Dr. Winthrop agreed to examine it for me.

I was coming by to check on his progress.

When was he killed?

Harper: According to the fire alarm, just past midnight.

Whoever did it must have snuck past security.

His grandson. Alex. He's my age, a little bit younger.

- Have you talked to him? - No one's seen any kid.

I'll get on it.

Where's the knife?

Alfred was right. I shouldn't have left it.

Bruce, slow down.

What's this knife?

You think someone would actually kill for it?

Detective Gordon, I'll tell you what you want to know.

But all I ask is that you let me come along.

If this is because of the knife, then I'm responsible.

Bruce, a man is dead, a child is potentially missing.

This is not time to play detective.

What do you know? What's so special about this knife?

As far as I know, it's just an old knife.

But I paid a great deal for it.

And there was another bidder. A very aggressive one.

Barbara kean.

Right.

Well, Harper will track down the grandson.

I'll deal with Barbara. You go home.

I'll call you when I need you.

(Footsteps approaching)

You're here. Finally.

I've kept you waiting. Apologies.

I see my guests have arrived.

Oh, yeah.

Gotta say, they don't do much for the vibe of the place.

If you had acquired the knife when I first requested it,

they wouldn't be necessary.

What's so special about this knife anyway?

Sentimental value?

Only a destiny born of blood and magic

two thousand years in the making.

Uh-huh.

Now dog-boy here is gonna fetch...

(Screeching)

His name is Anubis.

(Low growling)

And yes.

Bring me the knife. And you can kill the boy.

(Screeching)

(Ominous instrumental music playing)

Boss.

Knocking, Victor. We discussed this.

Uh-huh?

She's here.

Show her in.

Ms. Falcone, welcome to Gotham.

Mr. Cobblepot, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Call me oswald.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you for coming to see me.

I learned from my father

when the king of Gotham summons you, you come.

And how is carmine?

Can we hope to see him sometime soon?

Shall we just address the elephant in the room?

By all means.

My father's illegal businesses hold no interest for me.

I'm here because the Falcone family has a number of charities

that need my attention.

And you can only provide that attention

by being here personally. In my city.

- I understand your concern... - Oh, do you?

(Chuckles)

But I assure you,

it's unfounded.

You know, your father taught me many things.

Among them was to nurture a healthy paranoia.

For example, when I took over,

some of his old capos went underground.

Now, perhaps they've vanished for good.

Or perhaps they're waiting for a Falcone

to return to lead a rebellion.

(Scoffs)

Who knows?

(Laughs man iacal ly)

But, I hear your father's voice whispering in my ear,

"be careful."

Now...

I need to know that you are not on some fool's errand

to rebuild your father's empire.

Otherwise...

I will stab you.

I was 13 when my father first sent me away.

He said that Gotham was too dangerous.

But this is my home.

I wanted to come home.

That's why I'm here.

Is that enough?

Gotham, mother to us all.

I think we have nothing to worry about.

Give your father my best, will you?

("Wh ite rabbit" playing)

(Door opening)

Barbara: Jim.

What a lovely surprise.

Barbara.

Heard you popped up.

Seems like you landed on your feet, as usual.

Hmm.

A woman has to stay busy.

You seem different.

You like this me better?

You recently bid on a knife at auction.

(Scoffs)

So much for catching up.

That knife is now missing and the person who had it is dead.

What were you doing last night around midnight?

I was here

with witnesses.

We done?

This place.

The money you used to bid on the knife.

- Who's bankrolling you? - A client.

And, no, though tempting, I can't give you the name.

Bruce: Is it ra's al ghul?

If it is ra's al ghul, you don't know who you're dealing with.

I don't know who or what you're talking about.

Now, should I call my lawyer?

We'll be in touch.

Come here.

(Music rises in tempo)

You followed me?

After I told you to stay away? What the he" were you thinking?

I told you I'm responsible. You should have let me come with you.

It's clear she's lying.

I can help you find the killer, find Alex.

That's my job!

You wanna help?

Who is ra's al ghul?

And why didn't you mention him before?

I wasn't certain he was involved.

- The way she talked, I... - You're lying, again.

Ra's al ghul is the real leader of the court of owls.

He's the one responsible for the virus

and having me kidnapped.

(Sighs in disbelief)

And you didn't think to mention any of this before?

Why would he want the knife, huh? What's so important about it?

I have no clue. That's what I've been trying to find out.

(Cell phone ringing)

- Yeah? - Harper: Gordon, the kid's not at home.

Apparently, grandad was looking after him

while the parents were traveling.

He's not at school, no one's seen him.

Great.

Listen, I need all the info you can get

on a man named ra's al ghul.

He could be connected.

Sure. But how do you spell...

No one's seen the boy.

He's either hiding

or the man who killed his grandfather has him.

The police were triggered by a fire alarm at the museum.

Alex could've pulled it,

taken the knife.

If so, he'd be hiding, scared.

Where could he be? Think.

I only met him for a second.

You want to play detective? Now is your chance.

What was he wearing? What did he say? Give me anything.

He had on his school uniform.

He just came from studying at...

Gotham central library.

His grandfather had a room there. Alex has a key.

If he's hiding,

he's made a choice not to trust the cops.

If I show up, he might run.

He needs to see a face he knows. Come on.

Ed nygma sent you?

The Edward nygma?

(Scoffs)

Do it again.

(Beat-boxing)

(Singing) My once friend oswald, now my foe

it's me, ed, just so you know

it's time we meet, I think you'll agree

you'll find me where the earth meets the sky

where water flows and birds fly by

at dusk we 7! Meet, I'll see you there

we 7! Settle things unless you're scared

(exhales)

What the hell was that?

We should torture 'em.

Just get them to tell us where nygma is.

No, he just found us on the street.

Well that's exactly what you would say.

Leave!

That barmaid who kidnapped ed said he lost his step.

Clearly she was mistaken. He's up to all of his old tricks.

So I'll meet him.

You and your men will hide nearby.

Attack when I say. Do not kill ed though.

I want Victor to freeze him again.

- Huh? - Not you, the other Victor.

"Earth meets sky,

"water flows, birds fly."

Obviously, he means the pier.

Gather your men.

I want ed nygma.

Historical records room?

In the back.

(Door opens)

Alex?

It's me, Bruce Wayne.

You can come out, it's safe.

Alex, please, I just wanna help you.

Alex.

This is detective Gordon.

You can trust him.

Okay. Okay, all right.

I'm so sorry.

(Stuttering) That man, he killed him.

He killed my grandfather.

It was a man? You saw his face?

I only saw him from behind.

It was the knife. Did you know it was dangerous?

No. I had no idea.

Alex, we need to get you down to the station.

I can't. That man, he'll think I saw him.

- He'll come after me. - I will protect you, I promise.

He'll keep coming till he gets the knife.

Alex, do you have the knife with you?

No, I hid it.

(Woman screaming)

(People screaming in distance)

Take Alex and meet me at the station. Go.

(Screeching)

(Grunts)

(Grunting)

Who sent you?

(Speaking ancient language)

Thanks for clearing that up.

(Both grunting and groaning)

(Screeching)

Bruce?

Run!

(Bookshelf creaking)

- Bruce Wayne call in? - No.

We released a city-wide bolo.

What about that name I gave you?

Zip. I tried Richard gull, Ralph ghoul...

Detective Gordon?

Ra's al ghul.

Minister of antiquities attached to the consulate of nanda parbat.

Thanks for coming in.

Nanda parbat. That's in the himalayas, right?

Well done, detective.

Few in your country have even heard of our tiny nation.

Why don't we speak in my captain's office.

A bit more private.

Of course.

- I'll be with you in a minute. - Thank you.

I don't get it.

This is the guy that you're looking at for murder?

Why does he just walk in?

Barbara must've told him we were looking for him.

- Yeah, but... - The two thugs at the library.

If they're working for him,

they would've told him that we've contacted Alex.

He could think that Alex gave us the knife.

I can use that.

Call Alfred pennyworth.

See if he's heard from Bruce Wayne.

That thing bit me.

- I need to get you to a hospital. - No. No.

Then the police.

- Detective Gordon... - No, I can't. I can't, they'll find me.

(Sighs) I'm sorry.

I'm scared.

(Sobbing quietly)

I don't know how you do it.

You fought those men, and I...

I just froze.

Same as when that man killed my grandfather.

Fear is normal.

In the alley, when my parents were killed

I was terrified.

I just stood there.

There's nothing wrong with being afraid.

Once you realize it's normal then you can put it in its place.

Then, you can act.

Fight back.

I felt bad for you.

When that happened to your parents.

You were all the kids at school talked about.

What did they say?

(Exhales) That you live alone in a mansion,

don't go to school,

fly around in jets.

They make you sound weird.

- Maybe I am. - No.

You're cool.

I'm weird.

And you're a little weird too, I guess.

But...

You're weirdly cool.

(Sighs)

I'll take you to the knife.

Can I get you anything? Coffee?

That won't be necessary. I think you know why I'm here.

- Enlighten me, minister. - Barbara kean,

with whom you spoke, was acting on behalf of my government

to procure a certain property.

Said property is the cultural patrimony of my people.

Why not bid on the knife yourself?

There were competing claims.

And if we bid officially, alarms may have sound

and so it seemed better to do it quietly.

But miss kean

failed.

And now,

regrettably, I understand there's been a murder?

Dr. Niles winthrop.

Curator at the Gotham natural history museum.

That's awful.

But the reason I'm here, detective,

is to press my claim on behalf of my government

and entreat you to return the knife to me.

You say this knife is important to your country.

Please explain.

(Light chuckle)

There is an ancient story amongst my people

of a man who could not die.

In his time, he committed terrible acts.

Raised a great kingdom.

And then vanished.

What happened to him?

If the legend is to be believed,

he walked away from his throne, vowing that one day he would return

and complete his destiny,

but that would require a particular knife.

This knife.

A story.

As I said.

But to my people,

very meaningful.

I hope that satisfies your curiosity.

Some.

But you see, minister,

my chief concern

is there's a boy, the grandson of the curator.

He's being hunted.

Now, perhaps that's because of the knife.

Or perhaps,

the killer thinks he saw something.

Did he?

- Then he's safe. - Yes, but you see,

I would have to know that for certain

before I would do anything that might affect the case.

Such as release the knife.

May I see the knife, detective?

It would so set my mind at ease.

(Indistinct chatter)

Where the bloody hell is Gordon?

Gordon, incoming!

Gordon, where the hell is Bruce?

You!

- Alfred, back off! - Wait, wait! Get your hands off me.

You don't know what you've got in there.

I'm starting to, but you are not helping.

I need you to calm down.

- Let me finish talking to him. - Gordon.

- Not now! - Gordon!

He's bloody vanished.

He knows we don't have the knife.

We have to find Bruce.

- Donna Falcone. - Do not call me that.

- You gotta hear us out. - No, I don't.

I didn't invite you here. We're not having this meeting.

Now I'm gonna ask you, please, politely, to leave.

We served your father for years.

When penguin took over, we had to go underground.

Then we heard a Falcone was back in Gotham,

we knew it was time.

Did you ignore my father like you're ignoring me?

I just told you to leave.

Just tell us when your father's coming back

to put that penguin in his place.

Please understand me, my father is not coming back.

This is penguin's city.

And I want you to leave

- before he finds out you're here... - Too late, I'm afraid.

Victor, how many graves did you dig?

Two.

But they're roomy.

(Gunshots)

And there we are.

My paranoia is put to rest.

Phew! (Sniggering)

You used me.

(Breathing heavily)

You had me come to your club.

You knew word would get out.

That my father's loyalists would find me.

I was a worm on your hook.

With one difference, my dear.

The worm is usually eaten.

So you trust me now?

You're alive, aren't you?

I would plant roses. They cover up the smell.

My father wouldn't have killed those men.

He would've invited me to his club, as you did, but then gone further.

He would've invited me to dinners,

had us seen in public,

sent the message that the old order supports me.

And those men you killed would've pledged you loyalty.

Now they're fertilizer.

See, my father, he knew how to build on the strength of others.

(Scoffs)

But it's your city.

New times, new methods.

There was an ancient sumerian jewelry box here.

I just replaced it.

Hiding in plain sight.

Good thinking.

Bruce, there's a legend about this knife.

(Sighs) That terrible things happen because of it.

But what if it's not just a legend?

My grandfather is dead.

The man that killed him,

he can't have this.

I won't let him.

I promise.

(Glass breaking)

We have to get out of here. Run, run!

(Sniffing and screeching)

(Sniffing frantically)

The nanda parbat consulate is giving us the run around

and we can't get in there without a warrant.

- Bruce still hasn't called you? - No.

What the bloody he" were you doing letting him tag along

with some murder investigation in the first place, eh?

No, you do not get to lecture me about a lack of honesty and openness.

You and Bruce have been up to something for weeks.

What have you two gotten yourselves into?

Damn it, Alfred. I'm on your side.

Well, that may be, mate.

But whatever master Bruce decides to tell you is his decision.

Isn't it?

You are his guardian.

You are allowed to violate his privacy

if it is gonna keep him outofdangen

stick to the point.

What are you doing to find my boy?

What can I do, huh?

I have every cop in this city on alert.

But as long as ra's al ghul thinks he has that knife,

his life is in danger.

Yeah, right, and what about the other boy?

Did he tell you where he put the knife?

No. But I have to assume Bruce is taking him to get it.

All right.

There's gotta be a clue or something inside here.

- What? - You stay here.

What?

The access I gave you depended on trust.

If you can't be honest with me, there's nothing I can do.

Harper.

If Mr. Pennyworth tries to leave, arrest him.

On what charge?

She'll think of something.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Gasping and screeching)

(Sniffing)

I went to the pier.

I waited. Ed didn't show.

- God, just get on with it! - Right.

One, two...

(Singing) I waited and waited but you never came

you must be a coward or worse, a lamebrain

I'll give you one chance to make it right

meet me again, this time at midnight

I'll make this one easy

this place makes some people lie

some people speak and some people cry

Honestly, that could be anything.

Can we please just torture them, now?

Why not?

Wait a minute.

(Exhales)

(Screeching)

Run.

Bruce.

Down!

(Bruce gasping)

Let's go. Let's go.

Take him, take him, go.

Get off of me.

(Grunting)

(Coughing)

(Grunting)

It's time you tell me what's going on.

What is so important about this knife?

Why are people dying for it?

Excellent question, detective.

And you shall have your answer soon.

Just give me the knife and I will release the boy.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

(Sobbing)

Of course.

Bruce, hand me the knife.

Bruce. Hand me the knife.

You don't understand.

He killed Alfred.

And then brought him back to life.

And Alex's grandfather was afraid of this knife.

I can't give it to him.

If we don't hand it over now, Alex is dead.

- That is all that matters. - No.

You don't know who he is.

Icant.

Well done, Bruce.

You're finally beginning to see things clearly.

The question is...

(Knife slicing)

Are you strong enough?

(Screams)

- No. - Drop the weapon.

Hands in the air, on your knees.

Arrest me.

Ra's al ghul is on his way to blackgate.

And we made contact with Alex's parents.

It's gonna take them a couple days to get home.

Bruce.

Ra's is a psychopath.

You're not responsible for his actions.

I wanna help.

But everything you've said so far,

Alfred dying and coming back to life, magical waters.

Give me something I can believe.

Perhaps now you understand why we held back.

It doesn't matter what you say, detective.

This is all my fault.

Alex is dead because of me.

I killed him.

Oswald!

I waited for you.

Again.

And you didn't show. Again.

You coward.

Where are you?

Here.

And I may be many things,

but I'm not a coward.

Your riddles suck.

"This place may make some people lie,

"some people speak, and some people cry."

That could mean anything.

Lying, speaking, crying.

You're just describing a range of human behavior.

I meant, lying, as in "lying dead..."

Laying down. Lying down.

As in dead.

The answer was stoker cemetery. Clearly.

Only an idiot wouldn't see that.

Face it, ed. You can't make riddles to save your ass anymore.

I guess she was right.

- What? Who was right? - Your number one fan.

She said that there was something wrong with you.

Took me a while to believe it, but...

(Chuckung)

You're not smart.

(Laughs)

I am too smart.

- I'm the riddler. - Oh, god, that name again?

Tell me, how long did it take you to come up with those riddles?

- I don't know. - A minute? Two minutes?

A few hours.

Six hours.

- Six hours? - Yes!

For two bad riddles?

Does that sound anything like the old you?

Well, perhaps I'm still recovering from being frozen in a block of ice!

But revenge will certainly make me feel better.

You will never have revenge on me.

Ah! Yeah, I will.

- No, you won't. - Oswald.

I'm gonna shoot you.

Yes. You might shoot me, kill me,

but only he can get revenge on me.

The man I froze on that pier.

The man who would've killed himself before writing those idiotic riddles.

The man whose name I still will not speak.

But he's gone.

(Exhales)

You're just ed nygma.

And, not even ed nygma,

because ed nygma would've noticed something.

What?

Doesn't it feel kind of chilly in here?

(Groans)

You remember him?

My other Victor?

I'm going to put you on ice, again.

You want the same pose or something else?

No, wait, please.

- Got it, same pose. - No!

Okay, oswald.

I'm not the riddler.

Do it.

Stop.

I've changed my mind.

I'm not gonna freeze you.

I would only be freezing ed nygma.

Who cares about that?

No. A better revenge is having you live,

knowing that you're not him

and you never will be again.

Goodbye, ed.

Who am I?

I must have been seven or eight.

It was late.

I snuck downstairs to find my father

with a man before him on his knees.

Begging for forgiveness.

My father stabbed him in the neck.

The next morning, there wasn't a trace of blood.

And we had breakfast at that table.

Now you'd think I'd want to stay far away from Gotham

but this house, this city, is in my veins.

I'm home, Jim.

Word on the street is three Falcone capos have gone missing.

They were in hiding.

Penguin used me as bait to draw them out.

And killed them.

And you let him?

Don't act the innocent, Jim.

You came to carmine Falcone for help.

It was never going to be bloodless.

So is that your plan?

Get close to penguin, gain his confidence, what then?

I need to know what you're going to do.

No, you don't.

You want this city back from penguin.

I'll give that to you.

But you have to trust me.

(Glass shattering)

(Sirens wailing)

(Indistinct announcements on pa)

(Electric gates buzzing)

(Indistinct shouting)

(Sinister instrumental music playing)

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