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Previously on Gotham...

This is Reginald Payne.

- We served together, sir.
- Please feel free

to stay with us a few days.

You're stealing from us?

Arnold Flass, you're under arrest
for the murder of Leon Winkler.

I.A. ruled it a suicide.

Arnold Flass, you're under arrest.

I'm protected.

So you're the one
causing all of the fuss.

You will take

- nothing from me.
- Really?

No!

He has nothing concrete.

Now's the time to make a move on the kid.

Slim pickings at the food court.

- Brought you a bagel.
- Thanks.

Nothing for the invalid?

Sorry. Hospital food only.

- Doctor's orders. How you feeling?
- All right.

Had a slight... puncture.

Leaked a bit.

So I know last night
must be kind of a blur,

but do you have any idea who did this?

It-it was...

It was dark. It was very dark.

Saw a...

shadow and... my savior Master Bruce

was leaning over me.

Did you get a look at the guy?

No.

Sorry. My captain keeps calling.

It's fine, Detective.

- Just-just go.
- No, I can stay.

I really appreciate you
sitting with Master Bruce,

but as you can see, I'm completely fine.

Go.

All right.

I'll try and stop by later.

Thank you again for coming, Detective.

Why not tell him the truth?

Well, believe it or not,

Master Bruce, Reggie's a mate,

and you don't set coppers
on your mates, do you?

But he nearly killed you.

I served with that bastard.

Anyone sorts him out,
it's me... Nobody else.

It wouldn't be right.

Why would he stab you?

That's a bloody good question.

And one...

I mean to find out.

'Cause longer that bloody
lunatic's out on the loose...

the harder it's gonna be to find him.

Now, you just...

G-Get back in bed, Alfred.

- Just pass me my robe.
- Get back in bed!

That's an order.

Ah.

You're awake.

Wonderful.

How long have I been...

Asleep? Just since last night.

How do you feel?

- My head hurts.
- To be expected.

May I?

Who are you?

Dr. Francis Dulmacher.

Founder of this facility.

A pleasure.

I've gone to great lengths
to meet you, Doctor.

Indeed you have.

I must say you have a
remarkable constitution.

I wish I could say the
same of all my patients.

Oh. So I'm a patient
now? No longer a prisoner?

I confess I don't know what you are.

You seize control of the basement,

take one of my guards hostage,

then scoop out your own eye.

What am I to do with you?

Simple. Make me your right hand.

I'm glad to see you've
retained your sense of humor.

I'm not joking.

For the past ten years,
I've been Carmine Falcone's

top lieutenant.

I'm afraid the name means nothing to me.

I woke up hungry and alone
in an underground cell.

In less than a week, I brought
this place to a standstill.

Now, you've had me as your enemy.

Wouldn't you rather have me as your friend?

Such vim.

Such... panache.

Bravo.

And now you should eat.

I'll have a nurse come in with some food.

We'll talk more later.

Tricky things, eyes.

Our stock is frightfully low at the moment.

Oh, and apologies.

We couldn't match your original color.

We'll talk soon.

This can't be true.

I was prepping the case for the D.A.

when word came down this morning.

Press got it last night, of course.

We had the murder weapon.

With Flass's prints.

There's no way.

Apparently, the defense dug up a witness,

cleared Flass of all charges.

- What witness?
- No idea.

Only the judge and the
lead attorneys were privy,

and our honorable D.A. is staying mum.

What about a subpoena?

We don't have sufficient grounds.

But I did a little snooping around.

- And?
- The mystery witness

was provided by Commissioner Loeb.

Let me guess.

Loeb's reinstating Flass as head of Narco.

Worse.

He announced he's backing
Flass for president

of the policemen's union
in the upcoming election.

So you're telling me a man
we know is a drug dealer

and a murderer is gonna potentially hold

a major position in the GCPD?

Clearly, Loeb's sending a message.

This is not gonna stand.

Look, I'm just as upset
about this as you are, Jim,

but it's the commissioner.

Which is what makes it worse.

Jim! Jim!

Jimbo.

You heard the good news?

Hey, the boys are throwing me a
welcome back down at O'Donnelys.

Figure you want to stop by.

Show support for your
soon-to-be new president.

I wouldn't celebrate just yet.

You just don't learn.

Still want to take me down.

I'm like the phoenix.

I'll just rise

again and again and again.

Ah, Detective Gordon.

I had a presentiment I might be seeing you.

Arnold Flass is a murderer.

He belongs in jail.

Detective Flass was legally exonerated.

The judge heard testimony.
The case is closed.

You used your connections
to orchestrate his release.

You perverted the system.

Petulance and naivet�
are a bad combination.

Know when you're beaten.

I was knee-deep in the
Flass investigation.

There is no one with enough credibility

to trump our evidence.

I do enjoy when unwavering certainty

is undermined by the truth.

Look into the camera, state your name

and why you're here.

My name is
Detective Harvey Bullock,

and I presented false
evidence against my fellow

GCPD detective, Arnold Flass.

Hey, there you are. Aw, dude.

Feel like a herd of cattle had a
dance party in my head last night.

What's up?

Why the hell would you
lie to exonerate Flass?

Don't deny it. I saw the tape.

I'm not denying anything.

I did what I had to do.

If I didn't do what Loeb told
me to do, I would've lost my job.

Probably gone to prison.

What does he have on you?

Harvey.

Do you honestly think you're
the only one who had the orders

to take a punk down to the end of a pier

and put a bullet in his head? Huh?

The difference is my
Cobblepot didn't come back.

Who'd you kill?

Some scumbag mobster.

Caught him coming out of a club one night.

My sergeant put a gun in my
hand, held another to my head,

and said, "Make a choice."

I decided to keep breathing.

Damn it, Harvey.

So what?

What are you gonna do? Arrest
me? Go ahead. Arrest me.

But don't stop there.

Half the cops in the GCPD have a Cobblepot,

and Loeb has the goods on all of them.

That is what Loeb does.

Well, it ends now.

Jim, hey.

Going after Flass was bad enough.

Going after Loeb is
suicide, plain and simple.

So what?

Am I supposed to stay quiet?

Fall in line like the rest of you?

That would be a good idea.

Day I do that is the
day I quit being a cop.

Oh, my.

Fun fact.

The human species attracts
members of the opposite sex

via pheromones

secreted through saliva, sweat and urine.

Gross.

But... one can't always trust
such an animalistic method

to find a suitable partner.

What are you trying to tell me?

Arnold Flass was released.

I know that you two were dating,

and if the attraction
wasn't intellectual...

How could it be with that gorilla?...

Then it must be physical.

He's just... he's such a bad,

- bad, bad...
- I appreciate your concern.

But it won't be necessary.

I've realized there are
far better men in the world

than Arnold Flass.

So Loeb's been collecting
dirt on cops for years

and using it to
control the department.

I doubt it stops there.

He's probably got leverage
on businessmen, politicians.

He's got nothing on me.

Just checking.

Anyway, yeah, that's the
source of all his power.

And you want to steal the dragon's gold.

If we find his cache of
evidence and destroy it,

he'll be toothless.

Oh, I know Loeb.

He won't keep it anywhere obvious.

We could watch him, hope he leads us to it.

We don't have that kind of time.

Isn't there someone
Loeb might have trusted?

Ex-friends? An estranged wife?

Well, he was married.

She died 20 years ago.

Fell down the stairs.

Well, there were rumors Loeb killed her,

but nothing ever happened with it.

Still can't believe about your partner.

Why'd he do it? What's Loeb have on him?

I don't know.

Well, it's got to be rough.

I know how it is with
cops and their partners.

What is it?

What's the matter, Dent?

I thought that Lambusta case was settled.

And why the hell are we meeting here?

You'll see.

You know Jim Gordon?

What the hell's going on?

Have a seat.

Back before Loeb was commissioner,

when he was a lowly homicide
dick, you were his partner.

Yeah? That was 20 years ago.

But I always hear that cop
partnerships are like marriages.

You know each other better than your wives.

Isn't that right, Jim?

That's right.

You digging up that old story
about Loeb killing his wife?

He was with me when she died.

We know about the secret files.

What secret files?

Oh, that was good.

I almost believed him.

- What about you, Jim?
- No.

You're out of your depth, kid. Both of you.

Swim back to shore.

He's got something on you, too, doesn't he?

He got you to do something for him.

What was it?

Robbery? Coercion?

Murder?

And all this time, he's been using it

to keep you under his thumb.

This is your chance to breathe easy again.

Take it, Griggs.

I don't know what you
two are talking about.

If I did, I'd say talk to Xi Lu.

Chinese bookkeeper on Huron Street.

Loeb always said you want
to keep something safe,

you give it to Xi Lu.

You want to bring in Bullock?

We might need him.

No.

Thanks, Joe.

I mean it.

I like the blue.

I'm so pleased.

Happy patient, happy doctor.

Ah. Mrs. Harris.

Hello, Doctor.

Don't forget... jazz
at 6:00 on the veranda,

but no martinis until the
bandages come off, yes?

Good girl.

Kidney transplant.

We threw in a new face for
free, and none too soon.

But you need a steady supply of organs.

Yes.

Which is suddenly something
of a problem, thanks to you.

But I'm also a solution.

The people in the basement trust me.

Put me in charge,

and I promise you a dependable
flow of healthy product.

Or I could save myself the trouble

and kill you and everyone downstairs.

Now, if that were an option,
you would have done it already,

and you surely wouldn't have
wasted this beautiful eye

on little old me.

I'd like to show you something.

People view themselves as
unique, self-contained systems,

but we are merely a collection of parts.

What happens when I replace your eyes,

your face, your heart?

When do you stop being you
and become something new?

That's what fascinates me.

Nice talk.

Do we have a deal?

Conditionally.

I will send you back to the basement,

you will retrieve my
guard, and then prove to me

that you can provide me with the bodies.

A test.

And if I fail?

Oh, those who fail me
still have their uses.

You may remember my former office manager.

Amusing, no?

"And then I
looked at the stars,

"and considered how awful
it would be for a man

"to turn his face up to
them as he froze to death,

and see no help or pity in
the glittering multitude... "

That's cheerful.

What are you doing here?

Ivy sneaks in a few times a week.

Steals food from the sickies.

She spotted you.

He okay?

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Alfred was stabbed.

It was a friend of his from the army.

Wow. That sucks.

I think he was there because of me.

What are you talking about?

I had a meeting with the board

of Wayne Enterprises to tell them I was

investigating them, so they sent someone

we'd trust to spy on us.
What was he looking for?

Some of my files were missing.

I think the other things he stole

were just cover.

If I find him, I could
find out who hired him.

He's-he's the key to everything.

You're gonna track him down? Really? You?

I-I have to.

This... this is my fault.

Kid, you're out of your mind.

Look at him. Is that
how you want to end up?

I don't expect you to understand.

- I'll help.
- No.

I can't risk anybody else
getting hurt on account of me.

You know how to find me.

Xi Lu?

Detective Gordon, GCPD.

We have a few questions
we'd like to ask you.

Is there somewhere we can talk in private?

Ask your questions, Detective.

It's about Commissioner Loeb.

We understand you two have
a business relationship?

I do not know Commissioner Loeb.

Listen, old man, we can have a dozen ADAs

and cops here in ten minutes.

They'll confiscate every
dollar in this place,

and you will go to jail.

Hmm.

Your name is Gordon.

- That's right.
- And you are Dent.

Yes.

Wait here.

Okay. Not good.

GCPD!

Drop your weapons now!

- Gordon...
- Yeah, run!

Get in!

We got to go back there.
You've got to call backup.

Forget it! The place will be
cleaned out in five minutes.

- Thanks for stopping by.
- I got enough on my conscience.

Griggs set us up.

Now Loeb knows we're
after his evidence cache.

Griggs sent you? Guy would turn
on anyone to save his own skin.

You just got to scare him enough.

- We tried.
- Let me.

Counselor, trust me, you're
gonna want to sit this one out.

I want a name!

- Falcone!
- What?!

The only person who knows
where Loeb keeps his stash!

Falcone!

The two of them are in it together!

Loeb and Falcone!

You two are dead men!

You're going against Loeb
and Falcone? You're dead!

Go! Before I lose my good cheer. Go!

He has a point.

Yeah.

So what next?

Assume Loeb and Falcone are the only ones

who know where the stash is.

We need someone close to
them, someone who'll talk.

That person doesn't exist.

Yeah, he does.

Oh, yes.

Gentlemen.

So nice to see you.

What can I do for you?

You do realize what you're asking me to do?

If Don Falcone is working with

Commissioner Loeb to keep
this trove of secrets hidden

and I help you uncover them,

I'd be betraying my patron.

- That's right.
- If he found out, he'd...

well, he'd be very angry.

To say the least.

Enough with
the hemming and hawing.

Are you gonna help us or not?

Let say, for argument's
sake, I could help you.

What's in it for me?

I'll owe you a favor.

No questions asked?

Jim.

Yes.

Do you know what this is?

Madre Di Dios.

A hundred bottles made once a year

by monks in the Italian countryside.

It's Don Maroni's favorite.

What's your point?

Oh, it's just a piece of information

that might be useful one day.

I like information.

If I help you find where
Loeb keeps his files,

you give me ten minutes alone with them.

I take what I want.

- This is not a good idea.
- Five minutes.

And you don't touch anything
that has to do with cops.

Five minutes with the files
and a favor from Jim Gordon?

Done!

So who's up for a road trip?

We have to give Fish more time.

She'll get us out of here; she promised.

Can't you see she abandoned us?

Got herself out and left us here to rot.

I say we kill this one,
let them know we're serious.

- Fish said...
- Fish, Fish, Fish.

Where's Fish now?!

Yoo-hoo.

I'm disappointed.

I told you I was coming back.

What, you didn't believe me?

Family is built on trust,
and that's what we are.

A family.

Fish, I tried, I did.

I know you did.

So where's everything you promised?

- When do we get out?
- First thing's first.

I spoke to the man upstairs

about our demands for better
conditions, better food.

He asked for a show of good faith.

We're gonna return his guard.

Let him go.

Now.

Next...

What?

- What are they doing?
- I'm sorry, honey.

You're on the list. Doctor's orders.

Fish...

Fish!

I told you, didn't I?

She's working for them now!

I warned you not everyone would live.

Their sacrifice means your survival!

And my promise remains the same.

You sure about this, Penguin?

You're telling me this is
where Loeb keeps 20 years

of dirty secrets?

Doesn't feel right.

Well, maybe that's the point.
No one would suspect it.

What would you prefer, Detective Bullock?

A sign saying "Super
secret blackmail hoard"?

You know, the last time

the three of us took a
ride, you were in the trunk.

I liked that better.

I told you,

I overheard Falcone on the phone to Loeb.

He said the farm was safe.

Now, I'll wait here, and when you're done,

flash the lights or something.

Uh-uh. You're coming along.

But if whoever's inside sees me
and reports back to Falcone...

Then you'll be in some really deep doo.

What'd you think, huh?

We were gonna go do your dirty work,

and then you were just gonna waltz
in and pick through the leavings?

Have some respect.

- You fellas lost?
- Good evening, sir.

We were sent by Commissioner Loeb.

Might we have a word? Out of the cold?

Well, Marge is putting on some tea.

I love your house.

- It's so cozy.
- Thank you.

How long have you two been here?

Oh, well, about, uh, 20 years.

Ever since Mr. Loeb bought the place.

Hard to believe.

Time, boy.

You should've seen Margie back then.

Hot to trot.

What were you doing before that?

Oh, nothing much. Uh, Margie
was a nurse over at Arkham.

And I working on the rail road.

Why are you men here?

Oh, uh, inspection.

Commissioner Loeb has some
concerns about security.

We didn't hear nothing about it.

- You didn't get a letter?
- No.

That's odd.

Y-You should have gotten a letter.

You got I.D.?

Well, I don't know
that that's necessary.

No, no. It's fine.

Jim Gordon, GCPD.

This is Detective Bullock.

We're on the commissioner's
personal detail.

He don't look like a cop.

I'm undercover.

Damn raccoons.

Jim, what do you say we
get on with our inspection?

Mm. Perhaps you wouldn't
mind showing us around.

Oh, absolutely.

Marge, would you mind fetching my keys?

Sure.

Now, listen,

before you go, you fellas
have got to get a piece

of Marge's cake.

She makes it with sour cream.

Tastes like a warm Sunday morning.

That's one hell of a big raccoon.

Maybe we should start upstairs.

Oh, just wait a lick for the keys.

Margie-pie, that was quick.

Ma'am, put down the...

Freeze!

Thanks, Jim.

- You saved my li...
- Watch them.

You're lucky I have a
soft spot for old ladies.

Oh.

Uh...

I-It's so quiet downstairs.

Is the party over?

I-I prepared a song.

It includes a dance and everything.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Miriam Loeb.

Did-did my father send you?

Ms. Kringle.

Oh, Mr. Nygma.

Ms. Kringle, I was wondering

if you had dinner plans this evening.

Oh, um... actually, I...

I do. With Tom.

Have-have you met Tom?

You're the guy that likes riddles.

Hey, what has hands but can't clap?

- A clock.
- Correct.

He's good.

You're good.

Am I correct to assume that this is your...

uh, your new boyfriend?

Yeah... Yes, I guess so.

You betcha.

Oh.

Congratulations, sir.

Thank you.

Well, we should probably

- get going.
- Okay.

It's nice to meet you.

Riddle man, next time...

I'm gonna stump you.

Yes. Next time.

So, Miriam, you live up here all the time?

Always.

Uh, ever since...

I, uh... I'm not alone though.

Father comes to visit on Sundays.

And we listen to the
radio and play checkers.

He always lets me win.

My dad used to do the same thing.

Oh. Really?

Fathers are funny like that, aren't they?

Yeah, your dad's a real hoot.

Does he keep other stuff up here?

Like important papers or files

or maybe rooms full of boxes?

No.

Why would he do that?

This is a waste of time.

Miriam...

what happened to your mother?

She...

died.

I, um...

I've started a new hobby.

- Would you like to see?
- Sure.

Oh, great.

What are you doing?

Loeb's wife died 20 years ago.

Skull fracture from a fall down the stairs.

Miriam would've been a teenager.

So you think Loeb killed
her? She was the witness?

That's why he keeps her cooped up here?

You said I wasn't the
only one with a Cobblepot.

Maybe this is his.

I started making jewelry.

What's it made of?

Bones.

Starlings.

They, uh...

they land on my windowsill,

and... you can catch them

if you're really silent and still.

And I can
be really silent and still.

Silent as a mouse.

Then what do you do?

I...

crush the back of their heads.

I just press down with my thumb.

It makes, like, a...

a popping noise.

Pop.

Miriam...

can you tell us about your mother's death?

I'm a good person.

Sometimes good people make mistakes.

That's what Father said.

Did you make a mistake with your mother?

Was it like what happens with the birds?

No.

Not like with the birds.

Silly.

I had to use a candlestick on her.

She wouldn't stop singing either.

She knew that it was my night.

I was supposed to perform at dinner.

Not her.

So you hit her and she stopped.

And your dad covered it up.

He knew that it was my night.

I'm sorry, Jim. They-they
came at me. I tried...

Did you find
what Loeb's hiding?

Is it here?

Yes.

Well, a deal's a deal.

You have to let me in there.

Who's he?

He looks just like a bird.

Oh, I love birds.

I see you still haven't
learned the art of knocking,

Detective Gordon.

Miriam is sick.

She didn't mean to hurt her mother.

She just...

has these urges.

If you want to expose
what she did, go ahead.

You think I can't weather the scandal?

I'm sure you could.

But that's not why you kept
her locked away for 20 years.

Do enlighten me.

I think you love her.

I think you've done everything you can

to keep her out of Arkham.

And you'll keep doing it.

You're willing to hold my daughter hostage

to achieve your ends?

You're much colder than I thought.

So it seems.

I'll hand in my resignation today.

Just keep Miriam out of it.

No, you're not resigning.

You step down, I'll have
someone else to deal with.

And chances are he'll be
Falcone's lapdog, same as you.

With you...

I have leverage.

So what do you want?

Flass is tried.

Fairly.

And I want all the
evidence you have on Bullock

and every other cop in the
GCPD sent to Harvey Dent.

- He'll decide who to prosecute.
- No.

I do that, I'm a dead man.

I love Miriam, but I love living, too.

You can have Bullock's file.

But not the rest.

Fine.

And Miriam stays where she is.

Is that all?

There's one more thing.

It's become something of
a habit to stand up here

with Detective Gordon, but
with the coming election

for president of the policemen's union,

there's no man I'd rather support.

Thank you, Commissioner Loeb.

It's a new day in the GCPD.

Sorry I missed your big moment.

I figured I'd catch the next one.

Your file.

It's everything Loeb has on you.

Always hated that picture.

You know, you tell yourself...

"I'll just do this one bad thing,

but all the good things I'll
do later will make up for it."

But they don't.

There's still that bad thing.

Penguin's gonna come asking for that favor.

Be careful.

I know we had a deal.

I let you go, and you escape
the inevitable punishment

that will descend on your heads

when Commissioner Loeb
hears of your failure.

Unfortunately, I was only able

to acquire one ticket to Arizona.

So who's it gonna be?

Margie and I have been
together for 20 years.

We're not splitting up.

Life can be cruel sometimes.

How do we decide who goes?

I leave that in your hands.

Wait a minute!

Margie! Margie!

Whoa.

Here we go.

Here we go!

What time is the train?

Oh, there's no train.

- I just needed your help.
- What?

I was down to one shell.

I've been thinking of
introducing salsa night.

Do you think our guests would like that?

No.

Honest. Good.

But... I like salsa.

Tuesday it is.

So... you've completed your task,

and the lines of supply
are open once again.

I am duly impressed.

Hope is a carrot easily dangled

in front of the desperate, Doctor.

And you have earned your carrot.

Welcome to upper management.

I think you'll find the view
better than in the basement.

In fact...

You see why I can trust you.

Why I'm not worried about
you betraying me and escaping.

Yes. I see.

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