- Last season on Gotham... - It's in here. It's in this room.
My father's secret, it's in this room.
Going after Loeb is suicide, plain and simple.
As usual, wrong place, wrong time.
You're a disgrace, Loeb.
What's black and white and red all over? Stop talking like that.
Why did you kill your mother, Jerome?
(cackling)
Barbara, Jason Lennon killed your parents.
- You didn't kill them. - Yes, I did.
Surprise, Fish!
(Oswald yelling)
(Fish screaming)
- (thunder rumbles) - I'm the king of Gotham!
What is it, do you think?
(rumbling)
(thunder crashes, rumbles)
Bloody hell.
No, wait, wait, wait!
(thunder rumbles in distance)
(harsh beeping)
(bangs door)
There must be a million possible combinations, Master Bruce.
(harsh beeping)
(frustrated sigh)
(thunder rumbles in distance)
(sirens wail in distance)
("Perfect Day" by Lou Reed playing)
♪ Just a perfect day ♪
♪ Drink sangria in the park ♪
♪ And then later, when it gets dark ♪
- (snores) - ♪ We go home ♪
♪ Just a perfect day ♪
♪ Feed animals in the zoo ♪
♪ Then later a movie, too ♪
♪ And then home ♪
♪ Oh, it's such a perfect day ♪
♪ I'm glad I spent it with you ♪
♪ Oh, such a perfect day ♪
♪ You just keep me hanging on ♪
(horns honking in distance)
- Drink it all. - Thank you, Master.
(groans)
(hissing inhale)
(chuckles)
Now go.
(continues chuckling)
Come on through. Let's go, let's go.
(police whistle blowing)
I am Zaardon...
MAN: Shut up!
The Soul Reaper!
ZAARDON: Foolish slaves!
You cannot escape me!
Sir, drop the guns!
(chuckles)
(hearty laugh)
You! You!
WOMAN: Hey! (grunts)
Come on...!
Your primitive weapons
cannot hurt me!
(woman sobbing)
Prepare to die, insect.
(Zaardon roars)
Hey...
listen, I don't want to shoot you, man, all right?
Too much paperwork.
So why don't you just... put the sword down.
(fierce yell)
(sword clanging)
(yelling)
(Zaardon yells, grunts)
(yelling)
- Stay down. Relax. - (grunting)
(handcuffs clicking)
OFFICER: Yo, Gordon.
What's up? Busy shift?
You're late.
Geez, relax, will ya?
What's the matter with you, man?
(clattering nearby)
Hey!
Bad idea.
How can this be?
Zaardon drank dragon's blood from the master's chalice.
"Zar-don"... that spelled how it sounds?
Two A's.
Close enough.
You dare send me to prison?
Oh, no... you're a cinch for Arkham.
Hear me, Gor-Don.
You might have won this battle, but the war has just begun.
(chuckling): The master will unleash hell upon you.
Dark days are coming.
Thanks for the heads-up.
(knob squeaks, water runs, pipes creak)
Ed.
- You okay? - Never better.
MAN (over P.A.): Officer Gordon 23611,
report to the captain's office immediately.
I'm up.
See ya.
(door closes)
He's gone. Relax.
(soft gasp)
Holy moly, look at you!
Everyone's gonna think you're going nuts.
I get nervous when you talk to me
with other people around like that.
Stop doing that.
- What? - That!
Copying me.
Dude... it's a mirror, that's how they work.
You know what I think we need?
I think that
we need...
a little more fun. (chuckles)
Some romance.
Stop. I know where this is going.
I told you, leave...
Miss Kringle alone.
Imagine her in our arms.
Those big eyes looking up at us,
and soft trembling flesh.
Be quiet!
(chuckling)
It's a simple question, Officer Gordon...
Did you or did you not put your hands on Officer Franks here?
- Yes. I did. - Mm-hmm.
- (door opens, closes) - LOEB: From the first day
on the job, you've been an insubordinate troublemaker.
I hoped demotion to uniform duty would suffice to make you quit.
It worked for your partner, Bullock.
However, you've now confessed to violation of section 12.
Immediate dismissal is mandatory.
Commissioner, this is not just.
Officer Frank sustained no harm,
and Officer Gordon showed
admirable restraint in defusing a dangerous hostage situation.
Thank you so much for your input, Captain.
The facts speak for themselves.
The facts say he deserves commendation,
not dismissal.
You're letting gutter politics...
(whispers): That's enough, young lady.
Take Officer...
Mister Gordon's badge and gun. That's an order.
(quiet sigh)
All good. Let it go.
Thanks, though.
It's been an honor working for you.
This is all for the best, you know.
Some men are just not meant to be cops.
(clasps hand)
I told you I'd break you.
I will.
(snoring quietly)
(snores)
(belching)
(men groaning in disgust, coughing)
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What did you say to Loeb? Did you get mad?
Well, I disagreed with his decision.
Come on.
You know I need the details.
I said I'd break him.
Words to that effect.
Hey, you went out with a bang.
(heavy sigh)
Maybe it's for the best.
That's what Loeb said.
I should have walked away. I just hate to quit.
You didn't quit.
You were fired. What can you do?
Oh, there's things I can do.
I thought you said you didn't have any legal moves left.
I don't.
You want to be a cop so bad, you're willing to break the law?
I'm willing to bend it a little, yeah.
You're happy I got fired, huh?
You got me.
But only because I know that you'll never quit.
And I love that about you.
But they have you directing traffic, Jim.
Why keep beating your head against a wall.
I'm a cop, Lee.
I'm a cop.
(crows cawing, dogs barking in distance)
(door rattles, clanks shut)
(whistling a tune)
Hi, gorgeous. I'm Jerome.
Keep moving, ginger.
Just being polite.
So, what-cha in for?
Killing my parents.
Oh. Me, too.
Well... Mom, anyhow.
Liberating, right?
Oh... what a rush!
Yeah, all righty, then.
You see the big handsome fella
staring at you like you're fried chicken?
Richard Sionis. He's a millionaire.
Mm, got his own airplane. Got a boat with a hot tub on it.
And he killed 25 people...
(snorting laugh) just for fun.
- So what? - So... he likes you.
He wants to be your friend.
Hmm. Let me think. No.
A girl needs a good friend in here.
See, the guards, they don't care.
They figure bad things happen to bad people.
And they happen all the time.
All the time.
Hey, you.
Hello?
(whistles) Baldy! Here, here. Hello, yes.
Hi. Come here.
Hi.
My name is Barbara.
- Would you be my friend? - Yes.
Hey, if someone here tries to hurt me...
- would you protect me? - Yes.
Thank you so much.
(both chuckle)
Cutie. (chuckles)
Now I have a friend.
You're bad.
Yeah, so why don't you go make me a sandwich.
Your friend is a gorilla.
My friend runs the joint.
And he can get you things that other people can't get you.
- Things like what? - Anything you need.
I need a telephone.
Ogden Barker, in for 70 grand,
plus two months vig, 250 and change.
Says he owes Falcone.
Falcone's gone, so his debt's forfeit.
Well, we can't have him saying that.
What if everybody started saying that?
There'd be anarchy.
What is it?
(whispering)
Oh.
Splendid.
Jim!
Come on in!
My dear old friend.
We need to talk.
Oh. Leave us.
GORDON: Hey, Selina.
- Moving on up, huh? - Tryin'.
OSWALD: Isn't she darling?
It's like having a cat around the house.
But no horrid dead mice.
I need a favor.
I figure you owe me one.
(scoffs) I do?
I'm always happy to help you, Jim, but I-I, I don't recall...
The hospital. I saved you from Maroni's men.
But I was only there because you arrested me.
For attempted murder.
Remind me again why I let you go.
Enlightened friendship.
I'd call us even, but... (chuckles)
let's not quibble.
I'm so happy you came to me for help, Jim.
The answer is yes.
Your wish is granted.
You don't know what it is yet.
You want Loeb fired, and your old job back, no?
Yes.
For a good friend like you,
it can be done.
If you're sure that's what you want.
I'm sure.
May I ask why?
Police work in Gotham is such a thankless job.
- Good pension. - What does Lee think?
Who?
Are you gonna help me or not?
Relax. I already said I would help.
He is so brusque, isn't he?
(chuckles)
No, thank you.
Oh... while I think on it,
perhaps there's a small favor you could do for me in return.
I know how you hate to owe favors.
I am having a small business dispute with a friend of mine.
Ogden Barker.
You have a persuasive personality.
Perhaps you could talk to him.
You want me to collect a debt for you?
I want you to prove to me that our friendship is a real one,
based on trust and equity.
That's fair.
No. Sorry. Can't help you.
Congratulations on all your success.
- Be good, Selina. - Always.
Don't say no now, Jim.
- Sleep on it. - (door opens)
(door shuts)
(siren wailing in distance)
♪ The Cadillac... ♪
Screw Penguin, screw the GCPD,
and screw this city.
Amen. You're doing the right thing, brother.
Walk away, Jim, just walk away.
You'd do the same thing, right?
Me? I'd serve a sandwich to Beelzebub,
but that's just me.
You are a moralist.
You could never work for Penguin.
The shame would eat away at your guts.
Yeah...
Yeah.
- Ooh, slow down, slurpy. - Mm...
You're not joining me?
I've been sober 32 days.
32 days, huh?
Eh, it's no biggie.
Once I quit the job, quitting drinking was easy.
It's the job, Jim.
Makes us angry. Makes us hard.
Yeah, it does.
It's hard to walk away, but it can be done.
I just couldn't carry that badge anymore.
Look at me now.
Right? I'm sober...
I have a woman who does not dislike me,
I live in a house, I sleep at night.
I've never been happier in my life.
Here's to civilian life.
♪ He never had no time for reds, for drink or dice or whores ♪
♪ And he never threw a fight... ♪
(grunts)
I'm proud of you, brother.
Got to go.
ALFRED: I really am most frightfully sorry
it took so long to answer the door, sir.
Strange.
Normally a buzzer sounds when a car comes through the gates.
GORDON: I walked.
You two are dirty. What have you been doing?
I imagine you have something important to say.
Yes.
I've been fired from the GCPD.
I won't be able
to keep the promise I made you. I wanted to apologize.
Your apology's accepted, of course, but...
you didn't need to walk here.
A phone call would've been fine.
- I needed the air. - No hope
- for reinstatement then, sir? - No.
Well, there is a way, but...
it's too ugly.
I would have to collect a debt for Penguin.
To prove our friendship.
Ah.
And you can't do that, because...
he's a bad man.
And the task would be demeaning.
Well, yes.
You were going to find my parents' killers.
You were going to fight for justice.
You were going to clean up the GCPD.
Change Gotham.
I had hoped to do that.
If you remained at the GCPD,
you might still be able to do
all those good things, but first...
you must do something ugly.
And your personal honor forbids that.
Yes.
Are you not sacrificing the greater good
for the sake of your dignity
and self-esteem?
- For vanity? - Steady on, now, Master Bruce.
Manners.
He walked all the way here to discuss the issue, Alfred.
I'm simply asking a question.
Surely, sometimes, the right way
is also the ugly way.
Sometimes a man can't take the right way.
He's dealing with
all kinds of business you can't possibly understand yet,
because you're still a child.
Yes, Alfred,
there is still a great deal I don't understand yet.
Please forgive me if I've offended you, Jim.
No, no.
That's okay.
I'll show you out, sir.
(remote beeps)
(rumbling, clanking)
(harsh beeping)
(keypad beeping)
(harsh beeping)
(harsh beeping repeats)
(Bruce grunting)
(panting)
Screw it.
(gate clanks, rattles, screeches open)
(indistinct chatter)
(gate screeches, clanks shut)
Ooh!
(lock buzzes)
Jerome says you can get me a telephone.
I try and help my friends.
What do your friends do for you?
Well, that depends...
on how much...
you want...
a telephone.
("Slow Dive" by Siouxsie & the Banshees playing)
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
♪ Get your head to the ground ♪
♪ Shake it all around, a dirty sound... ♪
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it right there.
Ogden Barker.
Penguin asked me to talk to you.
Damn, boy.
You had me worried there for a minute.
I know you. You're Jim Gordon.
Cop. Supposed to be a cold stone hard-ass.
But you're Penguin's bitch, huh?
Who the dickens can you trust anymore?
He wants his money.
How many times I got to tell you people? No.
To Don Falcone, I'll pay.
To that fruitcake leprechaun?
Nish.
Not a penny. Falcone's retired.
Times change. Penguin's boss now.
Like hell. The freak won't last the year.
Don't underestimate him.
Advice now. I'm trying to be nice here.
Let's work this out.
Yeah?
Let's not.
Walk away.
Walk away...
before I kick your ass, you crooked punk bitch.
How much money you got there?
Looks like a lot. What is your problem?
I don't have a problem. Give me the money you owe.
How about I put a hole in your face?
I'm gonna count to three.
You're crazy.
One...
(grunting)
Put the money in the bag.
Do it!
(groans)
Oh-ho-ho, get him, man.
(sirens wailing in distance)
(panting)
Stop! Thief!
Out of the way.
Hey, cop...
(grunting)
(siren wailing in distance)
Fertilizer? What is your game?
I would've thought that's obvious to a man of your perception.
(sighs)
It occurred to me to follow my own advice.
Sometimes the ugly way is also the right way.
I mean, a bomb, inside the house?
I mean, you're having a laugh, ain't ya? A bomb?
I was going to tell you.
I wanted to present it as a fait accompli.
Don't start talking French to me.
You don't know the first thing
about bomb-making anyway, do you?
I read a book, Alfred... It seems simple enough.
A book?
I mean, you're gonna blow your bloody head off
before you put a dent in that thing.
You know, maybe that door's trying to tell us something.
Maybe you're not ready to find out what's behind it.
Maybe we should wait until you're older.
I mean, who knows
what your dear old dad was up to down there, anyway.
Like what?
Like things I wouldn't want... to describe to a child,
which is exactly what you are.
I'm building a bomb to blow down that door.
You may assist me...
or not,
as you wish. But I-if not,
some tea would be nice.
Right, well, you're gonna need ten more...
sacks of that gear, for starters; three more
dairy cans, too; and extra timber; a...
heavy tarpaulin.
And I'll put the kettle on.
(siren wailing in distance)
Excellent.
I'm so sorry things got messy.
What a foolish fellow.
Never mind. I will make sure that there's
no follow-up from your colleagues.
Don't worry about a thing.
You knew.
You knew Ogden would go off.
What a devious mind you have. I had no idea.
We have a deal.
We do.
You okay, Jim?
(sighing): Oh, yeah. Daydreaming.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
BARBARA: Hello? Jim?
Hello? Are you still there?
I'm here.
Hi.
How are you?
How did you get to a phone?
Who cares?
We're talking at last...
That's the important thing.
What do you want?
(whispers): Jim, there's been a terrible mistake.
I...
never told Lee
that I killed my mom and dad.
And I never attacked her.
She attacked me, Jim.
(trembling breath) She's completely insane!
That's enough. Don't call again.
Who was that?
Sales call.
They can drive you crazy, huh? Sales call?
(phone ringing)
(sighs)
(ringing continues)
Don't.
Wh-What?
Don't answer it.
- Jim, you're scaring me. - It's Barbara.
(recorded): Go ahead and leave a message.
BARBARA: Hey, girlfriend.
(chuckles): Guess who.
Sorry I missed you.
Bummer, eh?
I just wanted to say
that I hope you die screaming, bitch.
(chuckles)
(mockingly sweet): Bye.
(hangs up, tone beeps)
- (answering machine clicks off) - Nice.
All right, look...
she's safely locked up at Arkham.
- She can't hurt you. - I know, I know.
She's just a sick person spreading sadness.
Screw her.
Let's be happy.
Let's go away someplace.
We can't let a crazy woman drive us out.
Why not?
Pride? Who cares?
We could go away and never come back.
What's keeping us here?
I can't leave.
Why not?
Jim...
I did a bad thing.
(siren wails in distance)
(door unlatches, creaks open)
(door closes)
(clattering in distance)
(thunder rumbles, crashes)
Hi.
Do you have any peanut butter?
(scoffs) What?!
Peanut butter. Smooth, for preference.
Guards, help!
Help!
Oh, hi, boss.
How about a bottle of beer?
(laughs)
Let me share a dilemma with you.
May I?
I need you to do something for me
that I know you won't want to do.
What is it?
With most people, there's no problem.
I find their weak spots and use violence
or blackmail to persuade them.
But you...
you are a man of monkish virtue.
You have no vices to expose.
So threats of personal violence will only
harden your resolve, huh?
No, that...
Come, sir, don't be modest.
You... are a rare animal.
But... that does lead us to this sad pickle.
Since I can't persuade you to do as I ask,
the only rational option is to kill you
and negotiate with whomever replaces you as commissioner.
Now, chief?
One moment, Victor.
The commissioner deserves time to process all this...
say a prayer or what have you.
What do you want me to do?
It's not worth talking about.
- You wouldn't do it. - Tell me.
I need my friend Jim Gordon reinstated as a detective.
(scoffs)
(giggling): See? You hate that idea.
No, I'll... I'll do it.
Mm-mm, I can tell that you're not sincere.
Even if you do as I ask,
someday, down the line,
you'll change your mind, and you'll turn on him again.
Want me to kill him now?
No, make him a nice cheese toastie.
Yes, kill him now, please.
Just wanted to be clear.
No, wait! Let's talk about this.
Sorry. Least worst option.
Unless of course... uh...
- No, you would never agree. - To what? Agree to what?!
♪ So long, farewell ♪
♪ Auf Wiedersehen, good-bye ♪
♪ Good-bye ♪
♪ Good-bye... ♪
♪ Good-bye. ♪
COMPERE: Lovely, lovely, bravo.
Mayor James regrets he's unable to attend today,
but he's sent a dear friend in his stead.
Please welcome distinguished businessman,
visionary scientist, acclaimed philanthropist
and new chairman of development
at the Gotham Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Theo Galavan.
(audience applauds)
Thank you so much. Uh...
What an honor it is to be here today,
to help bid farewell to a great man
and a faithful servant of this city.
What can I say about Gillian Loeb?
(sighs)
Someone tell me a funny story.
I have a good one.
So when I was in college,
I played for the varsity polo team
and I had a... a string of ponies.
Greetings!
I am Zaardon,
the Soul Reaper.
So I had these ponies...
I'm an adopted son of this city.
I haven't lived in Gotham very long,
but I already love her like a native.
It just...
it just kind of grabs hold of you,
doesn't it?
There's magic here.
Magic.
And that is down to everyday heroes
like Gillian Loeb.
Mr. Commissioner,
thank you for your service.
Thank you very much, everybody.
My best wishes to...
Commissioner Essen.
And the maître d' says, "You can't bring them in here."
Hear me, slaves.
My patience is wearing thin.
Surrender your souls to my mercy,
or I swear by the master,
I shall feast on your pain.
I shall gorge on your torment.
I shall crush you like a bug.
(laughs, coughs)
(gagging)
(alarm ringing)
GUARD: Backup to area five!
Area five!
(alarm continues ringing, klaxon whooping)
ESSEN: Welcome back, Jim.
I don't know how you pulled this off,
but I'm glad you did.
He's a resourceful man.
Congratulations, to both of you.
Thank you. And it is a new day, Jim.
- We're going to do great things. - Yes, we are.
(whispers)
It is a new day.
Things are gonna be all right. I promise.
- I hope it was worth it. - I hope so, too.
Jim...
What's wrong?
There's been an incident. At Arkham Asylum.
Six inmates have escaped.
- Barbara Kean was one of them. - Oh, my God.
What the hell is this place?
Ain't Arkham, anyhow.
Things are looking up.
Welcome, everyone.
My name is Theo Galavan. This is my sister Tabitha.
Oh, my God, look at that.
Yeah, I got to get my hands on that.
(clamoring quiets)
I understand,
you're feeling confused, scared...
a little groggy... but please, relax.
Today is the first day
of a wonderful future for all of you.
- If you want it. - Who are you?
Well, now, the question is who are you?
The world sees criminal lunatics.
I see brilliance.
I see charisma.
And power.
I see power.
JEROME: Yes.
Exactly, my man. Oh, that is so spooky.
That is me to a T.
These other bozos, oh, I don't know, but...
- you're singing my song. - Quiet, Jerome.
Keep talking.
Imagine a group of brilliant outlaws
like yourselves,
each selected for their unique ability,
all working together as a team.
Imagine the synergy.
Imagine the impact.
Gotham would tremble before you.
BARBARA: Well, that sounds
fabulous, but I am not a brilliant outlaw.
I just have...
mm... issues.
You have ferocity
and beauty and desire and that's enough.
Come with me, Barbara.
Whatever you want in the world,
it's yours.
Theo?
That's your name, right... Theo?
You're getting way ahead of yourself, here.
First of all, keep your hands off her.
Second, this whole "magic team"?
I gotta pass. I don't take orders.
Good luck on everything, though.
It's an intriguing concept.
This is very disappointing.
Oh.
Fair play.
You want a reward
for busting us out of Arkham.
I am grateful.
How's a million bucks sound?
Pretty good, huh?
I can get it for you today,
as soon as I hit the street.
Money's not the concern.
Oh... I had such high hopes for you.
I didn't anticipate sexual jealousy.
That always poisons the well.
You have to go.
Tabitha will see you out.
Miss Kean is coming with me.
Oh, she doesn't want to go where you're going.
(grunts, gags)
(blade slicing)
(laughs)
(gasping)
Anyone else want to leave?
You're absolutely sure about this, Master Bruce?
- I strongly advise... - Alfred.
I need to know.
Let's do this.
- Yes, we're in! - Yes, yes!
- (laughs) - (coughs)
(switch clicks)
"Dear Bruce,
"these last weeks I begin to feel very mortal,
"which prompts this note to you.
"Perhaps I'm being paranoid.
"I hope so.
"In any case, if you're reading this, then I'm dead,
"and you figured out that the entry code is... BRUCE.
"I'm sorry
"I had to hide this part of my life from you,
"because this place only exists because of you.
"Becoming a father made me want to be a better man,
"and I started asking hard questions
"about the family business.
"So here we are.
"As I write this, you're 12
(voice breaking): "and a fine, good-hearted boy."
"So I'm sure you'll be a fine, good-hearted man."
"But that's all I know."
"I don't know what happened to me or your mother,"
"or how life has turned out for you."
"I don't even know how old you are."
"So I'll resist giving you much fatherly advice."
"Only this:"
"You can't have both happiness"
"and the truth."
"You have to choose."
(clicking)
"I beg of you,"
"my son, please choose happiness."
"Unless..."
"Unless you feel a calling."
"A true calling."
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