Previously on Gotham Knights...
Can we do two minutes on Brody's dad being the head of the Court?
I've been experiencing something, and I can't explain.
I'm... I'm losing time...
I'm waking up in places that I... I don't remember going to.
Whatever is happening, it's not me.
- Hiya, Harv. - Why are you here?
- To protect you. - From what?
From things you can't handle.
You're giving Stephanie the cold shoulder again.
I guess, you're really taking my advice to heart.
- Don't fall for straight girls. - No one is falling for anyone.
I thought that if this did happen then I would feel something.
You have no grasp of social cues whatsoever.
- Not offended. - You only give a damn about others
when there's something in it for you.
Not offended.
I think it was my eighth birthday.
My mom had somehow convinced an Arkham orderly
to gimme a cupcake from the vending machine.
I don't know, maybe it was just the sugar high
or me bein' a stupid kid
but something convinced me to take the long way out that day.
I wanted to see him.
I mean, I didn't care that he was locked in a solitary
or that my mom called him "The Most Dangerous Man in Gotham."
He was still my dad.
You know, and frankly, I never really found him all that dangerous.
Especially since he remembered to give me a birthday present.
I'm sorry. Arkham let an eight-year-old
wander the halls alone?
Why am I telling you this?
Because today is your birthday.
How'd you know that?
It's on all your mugshots.
You were born in Arkham.
You've spent every birthday either alone or with orderlies.
And for the first time ever
you get to spend it with someone you actually like.
God!
So, what's your birthday wish?
Thanks.
Press is having a field day with this bomb threat.
Any news?
Well, someone dropped off a box
reekin' of gunpowder.
Turns out it was just filled with these.
I thought the Royal Flush Gang
was serving 30 years at Blackgate.
Never doubt a copycat.
Not used to being summoned by the district attorney.
Yeah, well, this couldn't wait.
Are you absolutely sure that you're ready to do this?
I'm sure.
Commissioner Soto.
Stephanie Brown
is willing to sign a sworn affidavit
that Lincoln March is the head of a secret cabal
that's responsible for the deaths of Mayor Hill, Cressida Clarke...
and Bruce Wayne...
among countless others.
Think I'mma need another sugar.
Look who finally remembered he's a fugitive.
That was weird.
That was weirder.
- So, Duela. She's a look. - And?
And you two came in here hugging yesterday's wardrobe.
Not really anybody's business.
Guess who took a ride on the Bat-wang?
- Me. - Oh, my god!
And yes, Bat-brat is a very good kisser.
- I know you were wondering. - I was not wondering.
- W-Wait. - Where were you?
- Around. - Around?
Well, we're wanted fugitives.
We don't really get to just be around.
Around where?
The library.
Turns out libraries, kinky as hell.
Sorry-not-sorry to whoever has to reshelve YA Fantasy.
You know I read those books.
But do you wanna know something really juicy?
Why do you wanna know this?
You disappeared for 12 hours without checking in.
You're not my keeper.
We didn't know where you were, Turner.
If you were caught or in GCPD custody...
Dude, relax, nothing happened.
Several times. Like... many, many times.
I honestly lost count at a certain point.
Like a couple times in your favorite section
and then we moved to the other side of library.
And like non-fiction, then we moved to history.
You almost died, Turner, and you didn't even say thanks.
You missed the part where everybody lied to my face.
- What are you talking about? - Don't you get it, Cullen?
I'm... I'm done talking.
About my dad. About Cressida.
About clearing my name.
Where's it gotten me, huh?
I live in a belfry with a bunch of criminals.
- Carrie. - Carrie.
Carrie's grounded. Who's calling?
- Her mom answered the phone. - Why?
I... I don't know, but it can't be good.
I'll be right back.
Wait... what?
You're gonna leave me with horny and hornier?
I don't know, wear headphones.
Damn it.
Yes, I need help.
Thank you.
After my dad got out of Arkham...
I promised myself that if I ever ran into him...
I was gonna shoot this bullet straight through his heart
as a go-to-hell for abandoning me.
But then Batman took care of him for you.
Hold on. This is fun.
Did Batman kill three-quarters of our parents?
Hey.
I say we go party about it.
A city-wide manhunt doesn't just hit pause
because it's your b-day.
Well, if we keep an ear to the scanner
we'll know when they're comin' to crash the fun.
Does Harper know you have that?
Come on, I'm meeting with one of Batman's biggest haters.
And hey, news of him
killing the parents of an eight-year-old
would've been all over the streets back then, right?
So, maybe my contact knows what happened.
Who's this contact?
Come with me and find out.
Or stay holed up here...
being dark and broody
like dear old Daddy.
In the very place that's kept you from seeing the truth
about everyone you thought cared about you.
What's it gonna be, Bat-brat?
I won't let anything happen to you.
Rebecca's still not answering.
Did Brody say where they were going?
Just somewhere safe and that he ditched his phone.
I need to...
I need to handle this.
- Rebecca? - No, it's work stuff.
I'll be back in 20.
Don't talk to anyone without me.
Good morning, Doc.
I can't keep doing this, Mister Brown.
I gave your wife a prescription last week.
If anyone's paying attention...
I promise, this is the last time.
You said that last time.
Hey! Come on, Doc.
Celebrity Quiz Bowl's tonight.
- You wanna come to the taping? - I'm on a shift.
Next time then.
As a contestant.
You really are a lifesaver, Doc.
I'm really sorry.
Arthur Brown. Please step out of the car.
Commissioner!
I believe she's on her lunch break.
Or she's in your pocket.
Unless you're here to tell me that you're not CEO of a cult
with a BDSM Birdman as their mascot.
That's very colorful.
And your evidence of this is...
where, hm?
If you could prove any of that...
I'd be the one in handcuffs and not your dad.
- My dad? - Oh, you didn't hear?
He was just arrested on drug charges.
You set him up.
Me? No, no.
I love Quiz Bowl. Big fan.
But prescription fraud's a real problem these days.
With all the doctors Arthur's shopped over the years
I hear he's facing 20 to life.
You're a monster.
Now, there is some good news.
GCPD kept his arrest off the press' radar.
Which means that the wholesome image
your family has worked so hard to project is still safely intact.
Your dad can be back hosting Quiz Bowl by day's end.
Charges dropped, record wiped, the public none the wiser.
What do you want from me?
Cullen, you can't be here.
My mom threatened to call the cops if I try to contact you guys.
Why?
I told her I'm Robin.
Okay, so, how did coming out go?
Didn't exactly end in a hug.
I guess being a 15-year-old vigilante isn't what she had in mind
when she told me to help out around the community.
Carrie, I... I'm so sorry.
Would it help or hurt to hear
that The Joker's daughter banged Batman's son?
That visual is gonna haunt me forever.
Please tell me you're joking.
Yeah, I wish I was.
I... I really don't know what's up with him.
It's like he's given up.
Okay, Batman was responsible for the death of Turner's parents.
That's why Bruce Wayne adopted him.
Turner found out from the Court
but I already knew
because Bruce had confessed it in his journals.
You ripped out those pages?
Harper.
So, Carrie has all the tea.
Duela and Turner are MIA.
And they took the scanner with them.
Meaning whatever they're doing has them dodging cops.
Meaning you two need to find those dumbasses before the cops do.
Stole these off a table so I have no idea what they are.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
You know what's crazy?
That a beanie somehow makes me unrecognizable?
Well, that, and that we never would have met
if we both hadn't been framed for murder.
Oh, yeah.
- To the Court of Owls. - To the Court of Owls.
- Hey, can I ask you something? - Shoot.
So this Turner with a beanie...
all right, in a club with way too much bass
getting a little drunk, bein' a little dangerous.
Would you say this is Bat-brat's Spring Break?
Or is this the new you?
Come on, I bought you a drink.
You remember that
next time you think about getting handsy with a stranger.
Oh, my god, that woman is crazy.
I know.
I love her.
Lookie who flew the coop!
Hi, Mom.
Oh, my beautiful baby girl.
I am loving this blonde.
You are a model.
I mean, is she or is she not a supermodel?
She's very pretty.
You know, every birthday this was my wish
and now it's finally come true.
My girl.
So, Missus...
- Call me Jane. - Jane.
Okay, how did you find us?
Well, I found her.
Always said when I got out of Arkham
I would send Duela a smoke signal.
A bomb threat down at the GCPD
like a little care package containing a clue.
You know, I heard it. I heard it come in over the scanner.
And I'm pretty sure GCPD
is still playing 52-card pickup with all those ace of clubs.
Nice.
So, how did you get out?
Oh, good behavior.
Your behavior? Mom.
Hey, come on, I don't see you for two months
and now you... you gonna show up with a boyfriend?
- Oh, he's not a... - Oh, I'm... I'm not...
We're roommates.
Well, we're Gotham's most wanted fugitives.
On the run. Together.
Because you killed Batman.
Duela didn't kill Batman. She's never killed anybody.
Well, only because the opportunity hasn't presented itself.
But technically speaking...
Yes, the whole Batman thing is a big, gross misunderstanding.
So, okay, that is actually why Turner's here.
He just found out that Batman killed his parents back in the day.
Now he's looking for answers.
From me?
Do I care about a guy who looks better in tights than I do?
The part where he killed my dad?
I'm gonna go get another round.
- Turner, wait. I... - It's fine. You guys catch up.
Yeah... come on, let me do your lips.
Okay, come on. All right.
Daddy, what did you do?
It's a setup.
So that the GCPD can wipe the egg off their face
about those missing kids.
What? They told you about the deal?
Gloatingly.
Although I am relieved
I won't miss getting to roast Rick Pimento on the show tonight.
I can't help you, Dad.
What are you talking about?
If I give up their location, my friends will die.
Your mother will die if you don't.
I cannot take care of her from prison.
You're not taking care of her, Dad. You're keeping her drugged.
I'm keeping her alive.
I'm keeping her from pain, anger.
Depression.
You're a teenage girl...
with a long, vibrant, and successful life ahead of her.
Who should not be dealing with this right now.
So, let me be there to help her, Stephanie.
Let's help Mom now
before it gets any worse, okay?
What do you mean you're broke?
Oh, I mean, I can't really go out and make a score
while I'm dodging a manhunt to clear my name.
- You disappointed? - Don't be silly.
I've been itching to get back in the game.
Make a little money and get my baby girl the hell outta Gotham.
What would you say if I invited Turner?
I'd say you haven't listened to a word I've said about men.
What? Mom, come on, he's not even 18.
Well, if Turner makes you happy
that makes me happy.
Here's your lipstick.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
Next round's on me.
Hey, you look familiar.
I owe you money or something?
We worked a grift at Oswald's back in the day.
You paid me double.
Five-Finger Franny.
Tell me, Franny...
What's 5% of a $10 million reward?
Juice o' the bean for the sarge.
Attention, rookies.
If you gotta be a rook
be a rook like Hines.
That's all.
Cool, so, look, the police scanner over at Somerset
kinda involuntarily put in its paperwork.
You got one around here that we can borrow
until the update arrives?
Let's see.
It's our last spare.
- Careful with it. - Of course.
Thank you.
Yo, Hines.
Yeah?
Bunch of the boys are catching the game at O'Malley's tonight.
You in?
Yeah, I... I wish I could, but I got plans.
- Maybe next time. - For sure.
Hey, what's that about?
Quiz Bowl host got pinched in a sting op.
Commissioner's keeping a lid on it til his kid cuts a deal.
Deal? What kinda deal?
Heard she got a beat on Bruce Wayne's killers.
Hey, look, I'm... I'm sorry I didn't tell you
we were meeting my mom, okay? I didn't wanna scare you away...
- She stabbed a guy through the hand. - Oh, come on.
- He wasn't even right-handed. - You don't know that.
Well, he might not have been right-handed.
We both know she wasn't released on good behavior.
Turner, I don't really care why she was released.
Frankly, for the first time in my entire life, I have a mom.
She's a con artist who went to Arkham for delusions of grandeur.
Who's to say she's not scamming her own daughter right now?
No, don't stand there and tell me you haven't dreamt
of a moment like this every single day
since your parents died.
You're right.
You're right. I'm sorry. I get it.
Say...
Say my mom could get us out of Gotham tonight...
with no cops, no strings, no trace, nothing.
Would you be down?
What about everyone else?
Well, who cares about everyone else?
You know what?
Forget it.
Yeah, you know, you're too pretty for a life on the run, anyways.
Honestly, I think you'd just slow us down.
I mean, look at you, you're already drunk.
Actually, it's kinda pathetic.
Oh, so much for not offended.
Good luck, Turner.
I'll see you never.
Turner?
Harvey?
I have no idea what the hell you're doing here
- but you're going home. - Harvey, get off me.
Turner, do you have any idea how reckless you're being?
No more reckless than trusting people who say they care about me.
What's going on? Where is this coming from?
Did you know Batman killed my parents?
What?
Did you help Bruce cover that up too?
Batman had a code. He didn't kill.
He killed The Joker.
Where'd you hear that? The Joker's daughter?
At least she and I have something in common.
Come on, Turner. You knew your dad better than anyone.
If you heard that Batman killed your parents
there's gotta be a whole lot more to that story.
Hey, Turner.
Turner!
Mom! Hey, Mom!
What the hell are you doing?
It's your birthday present.
Ta-da!
Harvey Dent in a straitjacket?
The Riddler wasn't using it
so I figured, sorta symbolic
seeing as Harvey made me wear one of these for 18 years.
Slow down. What?
Harvey Dent was the guy who cried Looney Tunes and locked you away?
How did I not know this?
Oh, well, Harvey's got a whole pile of dirty laundry.
Lucky for us, I've got two hands, pins
and a clothesline for days.
You would even hesitate to help your dad says it all.
You ungrateful little bitch.
You have the perfect life.
We have given you everything!
The best school, the best shot at MIT
the best chance in actually having a success.
My life is not perfect!
My whole life is a lie.
Meticulously and painstakingly crafted
by you and Dad.
Everything I've ever done, ever said, ever worn
has all been to put on some twisted show.
To what?
To make people believe that we're the ideal family
that they can only aspire to be?
But I am done.
I'm done acting.
I'm done hiding who I really am.
I'm done being manipulated by you both.
Do you even love me or was I just some overpriced investment that...
Do not touch her.
What are you doing here?
You are just like every other deadbeat numbing their insecurities.
You hate seeing her happy and successful because you're not.
You hate that she is selfless, and kind, and everything you're not.
So, you project everything that you hate about yourself onto her.
She does not deserve that.
And you do not deserve her.
Thank you.
Cullen called.
I thought you were gonna sell us out.
I was wrong.
Did you find Turner and Duela?
Yep, two units are en route to the Bowery
for a possible Turner Hayes sighting at the Ace O' Clubs.
We've gotta go. Turner's in trouble.
You.
Eighteen years later and he still gives me the turn-on tingles.
Okay, ew.
You have to go find Turner. He passed out at that bar.
Oh, come on. Like you care about anyone but yourself.
I mean, the only reason that you came to the club
was because you got a threatening text from a voter
saying they'd uncovered some evidence
about some crazy bitch named Jane Doe
and lookie how fast you came running.
Arkham doesn't respond well to escapees, you know.
Oh, no, I didn't escape.
I was released thanks to your very kind
and very convincible political opponent, Lincoln March.
Did you mention that you were my lunatic stalker?
Wait, you stalked Harvey Dent?
No.
I fell for him.
For the handsome, charming...
hilariously crude Harvey Dent.
Jane, you are delusional. We were never together.
No, we had a love affair.
And then one day
he stops taking my calls.
And then he's denying knowing me
to everyone in his office when I stopped by.
When you stopped by?
Jane, you gave my secretary a cow's heart.
You were dangerously unhinged.
No, and then, come nighttime, when no one else is around
and Harvey gets that insatiable itch...
Still ew.
Guess who comes knocking at my door?
Not once.
Not twice.
But dozens of times.
Telling me he cares about me.
Wanting love.
It was like I was dealing with two completely different men.
A two-faced liar masquerading as a city savior.
So, you gaslit my mother into believing she was crazy...
and then you flexed your power
to lock her behind bars for 18 years?
I think I can explain all of this.
Oh, no. I already did explain it.
To Lincoln March.
Who can now run behind the campaign slogan
"Harvey Dent, the most dangerous man in Gotham."
But you always said my dad...
was the most dangerous man in Gotham.
And I meant it.
Duela, meet your real father
Harvey Dent.
No.
No, I'm not seein' it.
Yeah. I was two weeks into Arkham when I started to realize
that the morning sickness wasn't from the cafeteria sludge.
It was from you!
And the only way I was gonna send my baby out into a world
where I couldn't protect her...
was to ensure that she didn't need protecting.
So, you told everyone that Gotham's most prolific murderer was my dad?
Yup.
I still remember his laugh when I asked him.
The Joker knew I wasn't his?
Of course, he did.
But he liked you.
And once he realized you could fend for yourself, he...
he stopped paying attention.
I...
Is any of this true?
Did you sleep with my mom and then lie about it?
I don't know.
No. No, you either did or you didn't.
It's not impossible.
Not impossible?
My mother spent my entire life behind bars.
I grew up alone, being told on The Daily
that my mother was some unfit sociopath.
I'm sorry. I know this must be so...
No... You ruined my life!
I didn't know about you. I didn't.
That part, I swear. I...
I didn't know, Duela.
What is this?
Opportunity presenting itself.
We need to find Turner and Duela.
The APB was only for Turner.
All units, all units.
Suspect Turner Hayes has been spotted at Ace O' Clubs.
We gotta get outta here now.
Steph, we run? They chase.
So, we hide in plain sight.
How do we do that?
We dance.
Harper?
Hey. Keep it down, okay?
Secret identity sitch going on over here.
Okay.
Guess we need to get you one of those codenames, like Robin.
Or Bluebird.
Don't.
Okay? Just keep your eyes on me.
You don't even know the cops are here
'cause you're too busy looking at me.
South side of the Ace O' Clubs.
This is Patrick. Got eyes on Hayes.
You hear that?
He's out cold in a storage room, but I got a pulse.
Possible OD.
We're running out of time.
I couldn't help but feel the Freek in your pants.
Hand her over.
Say again?
I'm guessing this place never disabled their SSID broadcasting.
So, if I boost my phone's signal with Freek
I can bypass their firewall, get their gateway address
and run an ARP spoof command
to forward their security cameras IP addresses directly to...
I know. I know.
My brain just moves too fast sometimes
but I just... I can't explain that all.
You don't have to.
Yeah, you're just you.
And you're just you.
Okay. I got into their cameras.
Cycle back to where the cops arrived.
Magic numbers 614.
Ready to spoil the party?
All right, folks. Consider this last call.
Excuse me, officer. I think I saw those fugitives from the news.
Show me.
Where?
Yep, right there.
Let's go.
Kid's fine, just drunk.
Gonna bring him in.
Copy that. I'll notify headquarters.
Battery's dead on this one.
Cruiser's DOA in the alley on the South side.
Anyone copy?
Be advised, 5228
just handed Turner Hayes off to car 614.
ETA 15 minutes to Central.
Copy 5228.
Central proceed for prepping.
Contacting Commissioner Soto to advise.
Any word on the other fugitive?
Listen. Listen to me.
If you take me in, I'm dead.
Then you're lucky it's me and not some Court executioner.
- Cullen? - That's Officer Hines to you.
Cullen!
Okay, I think... I think I know what happened here.
Please, please... it's gonna sound insane
but please hear me out.
Please.
Thirty seconds.
- Okay. - Twenty-nine.
Okay, I used to suffer from a psychological disorder
where there were... there were two of me.
One was the Harvey that you see
sitting before you begging for his life
and the other was a rogue, reckless version...
Who, at the time, I didn't know how to control.
That's who hurt you.
Friendly advice.
Try and use your 30 seconds
to come across slightly less psychotic than The Joker.
That's what I'm saying, okay?
You're in control now, Duela.
You spent your entire life believing that you were The Joker's daughter.
Of course, you're gonna live up to that name.
You don't have to do that anymore.
You don't.
'Cause that's not your name.
Pull the trigger, Due.
You are in control, Duela.
We spent 18 years apart because of him.
This is your clean slate.
So make him pay for what he did to us.
Be the woman that I know you wanna be.
Be your mother's daughter, Duela.
So...
if you wouldn't mind not pulling a runner
so I can actually eat dinner. That'd be great.
Didn't ask you to save me.
You don't have to ask, Turner.
That's the point.
Oh, you... you wanna push me away?
You wanna sleep with Duela, and make all these idiotic choices
and straight up lie to my face?
Fine.
I'm not abandoning you.
And one day, when this all gets me killed, maybe then...
maybe then you'll realize how much you actually matter to me.
No, ju...
Feel free to take the couch.
Turner thinks Duela ran off with her mom.
She just got released outta Arkham.
- Damn. - Yeah.
Sounds like I'm not the only one who had a crazy day.
Guess I can't blame her though.
It took my dad asking me to put my friends' lives in jeopardy
for me to realize that...
I wasn't their daughter.
I was...
their puppet.
Of course, I'd even hook up
with the guy that had the perfect last name in their eyes.
Even though he never made me feel...
What?
Anything at all.
Now that my strings are cut
I don't even know who I am or...
what I like.
What I want.
But you do.
In your gut.
For once in your life, don't think before you answer.
What does Stephanie Brown want?
So that's what it feels like.
Franny said we could hole up here for a bit
til I tie up a few loose ends.
Then we put this hellhole in our rearview.
"Queen of Coffee" or "I Love My Kitty"?
Whatever.
Listen.
I know it probably feels like
the whole earth underneath your feet went kaput.
But Harvey Dent was evil.
Right? He kept us away from each other for 18 years.
He took your childhood.
He took my motherhood.
And you...
You showed me you're exactly who I raised you to be.
I am so unbelievably proud of you, baby girl.
To my daughter.
My hero.
The most dangerous girl in Gotham.
Welcome back, sir.
You're at Gotham Gen.
Couple utility workers found you on the old Red Line.
I should be dead.
Yeah, not if fate had a say.
EMTs found it in your pocket.
You gotta be kidding me. The coin saved me?
I don't think that's a good thing, sir.
Something tells me you're gonna wish you were dead.
It looks like one of the fugitives suspected
in the high-profile murder of Bruce Wayne has a new name.
Duela Dent.
Harvey Dent allegedly sired the young woman
with Arkham inmate, Jane Doe, who claims she was locked away
in order to cover up Harvey's illicit affair.
This'll no doubt impact the polls.
How's it healing?
The wound will heal.
The idea of my wife secretly tasking her Talon
to run me through with his sword...
will take a little more time.
I had to distance you from the Court.
But if I'd known you'd just leave out your trophies
for your son to find...
I would've told the Talon to aim a little higher.
Hey, Rebecca. It's me.
Can you please call me back, so I know you're okay?
I know about Lincoln and the Court.
And I promise you I'm gonna do everything in my power
to stop your husband.
I won't let anything happen to you.
Translator: IYUNO