All language subtitles for Batwoman.S03E06.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Okay. Get on her, get on her.

Go, go, go.

Okay, okay. Shakes her defender.

Pulls up from way downtown.
Fires and misses.

Aww. Brick city, baby.

Shut up.

Yo, come on, let's go.

Hang on a second.

What the...?

Oh, hell, no.

Help. Help me.

Oh, my god.

You're standing on the freaking evidence.

Ma'am, this area is off limits.

I'll pretend you didn't call me ma'am,
and instead ask you to leave.

This case belongs to city hall now.

Pack it up, boys.
Freak patrol's on the scene.

Her ambiguous
yet far-reaching power supersedes ours.

Miss you too, detective.

- Let's go.
- Take him to the clinic on Bennett.

Ask for Mary Hamilton.

Who is it now, Montoya?

Pollen boy?

Candyman?

Tell the commissioner
to prep for all hands on deck.

Things are about to get ugly around here.

Victim is Chris hayner.

Tricorner resident found encased
in a beehive in Robinson park.

Someone went to the trouble
of filling a shed with flowers

to draw in bees to sting this guy to death?

I think the perp literally bloomed
the flowers themselves,

weaponizing the natural world
around them.

What am I missing?

Poison Ivy.

Specifically, her new host.

Alice turned over Ivy's vine
to me yesterday.

It was dead,
meaning it had already infected someone.

I think whoever did this is that someone.

How did you get poison Ivy's vine?

While you were slurping caviar
off of mommy's fine China,

some of us were
in the field protecting this city.

Mm-hm.
You stumbled across a Batman trophy

while taking a stroll through the park?

The cherry blossoms
are gorgeous this time of year.

Trust me. I already
tried to get it out of her.

Why aren't you telling me
what you're not telling me?

You lost me on the double negative.

Guys, we don't have time for this.
Trust me, I tried.

Found the Vic's phone at the scene.
It's passcode protected.

But there's a good chance

he had contact
with whoever did this to him.

- My computer can crack his passcode.
- Good.

I told Mary Hamilton to call
as soon as our Vic wakes up.

You sent him to Mary Hamilton?

She's overseeing all the river rogue cases.

- Is there a problem?
- No.

No problem at all.

In fact,
Mary Hamilton is the perfect person

to help us with this case.

I'm gonna go check
on the Vic's progress.

You care about a stranger's life
all of a sudden?

You're right, I don't.

Let's go sit in the batcave together
and watch the computer

tediously cycle
through anti-encryption ciphers.

Have fun with Mary.

Sophie, make yourself at home.

Sorry, hope you don't mind.

Alice spilled cherry
soda all over my laptop.

Besides,
you have more eyes in this city than I do.

Black glove's mercenaries stay invisible
by doing things the old-fashioned way.

They're off the grid, off the cloud.
Surprised they use electricity at all.

Found surveillance of
Jordan's attacker leaving her apartment,

but I lost him a block later.

You're waiting for him
to show up on cameras again?

Unless your mom miraculously came clean
and offered up her rolodex?

Figured when you didn't call last night,

confronting her about what
these guys did to my sister was a dead end.

So it's just you and me,

and crispy Joe's wontons.

My mom wasn't responsible
for what happened to Jordan.

And you believe her?

You believe her.

Now I need you to believe me.

My mom isn't the monster you think she is.

You should drop it.

Ryan, my sister had evidence.

A drawing of Victor fries' cryochamber
was faxed directly to your mom's office.

I am not saying
she didn't initiate the project.

So you're saying she is involved?

I am saying that Jada promised me

she had no idea
people were going to get hurt.

And that's good enough?

Three of Jordan's friends died

because of your mom's involvement
with the freeze serum.

Jordan is still in recovery.

What happened was horrible.

I am not saying it's okay.

Then why aren't you wondering why?
And why does she want it?

- And why aren't you stopping her?
- It's complicated.

I promise you,
I will tell you everything when I can.

When you can?

Ryan, it's me.

What does she have over you?

Let me help. I can get you out of it.

She doesn't have anything over me.

Then why are you protecting her?

Sophie, I just need
you to trust me on this.

- Because she's your mom.
- It's not that simple.

Really?
You're making it sound pretty simple.

Mm. Tell me there's a
jar of this somewhere.

Why did batwoman
send you here to torture me?

She didn't. I volunteered.

Of course you did.

Apparently this is the work
of a poison Ivy wannabe.

The question is,

what kind of monster would entomb a man
in a swarm of ravenous bees?

You know it's bad if it makes me cringe.

Oh. I have an idea.
Why don't you leave, and go find out?

That's the thing, steppy.

I think I already know
who this disturbed creature is.

I see.

You're having delusions again.

And instead
of admitting it like a normal person,

you're gaslighting me
to avoid being vulnerable

when I tell you I stopped caring.

Mm. Sweet naive Mary.

Look around.

You've turned your clinic into Jumanji.

You're downing water
like you ran the Gotham city marathon.

And if you think that that
is anything other than a poison Ivy rash,

you should give back
that shiny medical degree.

Seriously?

Look at me.

I'm Dr. Mary Hamilton.

You actually think
I'm capable of hurting anyone?

Much less doing this?

Chris? It's okay. You're safe now.

- Help me.
- Hey.

Relax.

Please, get away from me.

I'm your doctor.
You're safe now. I'm taking care of you.

Taking care of me?

You did this to me.

Oh. As I was saying...

Okay, team meeting
in the literal dead of the night.

So why are we here?

So you know
how we have the bat team rules,

and the first
is holding each other accountable?

I'm...

You're...?

Oh, wow, I thought
watching Kate come out was torture.

Wait, you're coming out?

What? No.

Well, in a way.

I'm not coming out.

Because I'm not gay.

But that's beside the point.

Mary, my god.

I'm poison Ivy.

Right.

And I know what you all must be thinking.

"Mary, that's impossible,

because you're so normal
and compassionate.

So how could you become

some plant-whispering
attempted murderer?"

Then I realized I can't even remember
where I was earlier today.

Because I was in some fugue state,

torturing Chris hayner,

who I don't even know.

I'm sorry. What?

See, the little worker bee in the hive,

when he cracked his eyes open,

he blamed queen Mary
for turning him into an epipen ad.

Then he's seeing things.
His eyes are practically swollen shut.

He just experienced a major trauma.

Okay, then explain
my sudden obsession with plants.

You're a doctor. You care for things.

Or my sudden
constant unquenchable thirst.

You're dehydrated.
You work in the clinic all day and night.

You don't eat or sleep.

You always put everyone's needs
before your own.

Guys,
why were Chris hayner's last three texts

to Mary this morning?

And we're on the same page.

Well, that wasn't an excruciating process.

You knew Mary was infected by the vine.

That's why you were so coy
in Montoya's office.

I figured the last thing anyone needed

was for Mary
to end up on Renee's wall of weird.

Oh, muting the boss.
I'm sure that's gonna end really well.

- Montoya doesn't need to know about this.
- Okay, I see.

It's fine when we throw Alice in arkham.

But, oh, poor, sweet, innocent Mary.

Yeah, we should protect her at all costs.

What are you doing?

What one does when they realize
they can control mother freaking earth.

I nearly killed someone,
and I don't know why,

or when this infection
will make me transform again.

And until we figure it out,
I am a threat to everyone.

So am I.

I'm staying right here.

Well,
you can take the girl out of the gcpd...

- Looks like you got the same partner.
- Sophie Moore.

Only a fellow workaholic would assume
I'd be at the office at 2 am.

This is an office? Wouldn't have guessed.

I thought detective Montoya
was on track to be the next commissioner.

Now you share a basement
with a leaky pipe. Ouch.

At least I have a job.

I quit the crows by choice.

Right before Kane's own agents
tried to kill him?

Real profile in courage.

I'm here to let you return a favor.

Well, excuse me.

Then please, go on.

I'd love to hear what you've done for me,

other than flash your crows badge
to steal my best cases.

If I weren't willing to babysit Alice,
you'd never prove to the mayor

that you're capable
of collecting all these Batman weapons.

And we both know, without Alice,
none of these cases are getting solved.

Fine, I'll bite.

What?

Someone experimented on my sister with
a variant of Victor fries' freeze serum.

I need all the data your taskforce
collected on fries and that serum.

We don't have half of what batwoman does.
Shine a flashlight in the air.

I would,
except we're not seeing eye to eye on this.

Drama.

You want me to get two straws?

What do you know about
the black glove society, specifically him?

This guy led the experiments.

Is your sister okay?

Do you actually care?

If she survived what they did to her,

I'd count my lucky stars
and forget I ever heard of black glove.

What do you know?

Absolutely nothing.

Except that everyone who knows anything
about black glove usually ends up dead.

Be careful, Moore.

There are worse things
than ending up like me.

Remember meeting him on twinge?

I didn't know I was on twinge.

I've never seen this guy before in my life.

Are your eyes green in your picture?

I think it's just bad lighting.

Maybe he was stalking me,

or maybe he was some date rape guy,
and I found out about it.

Uh... it seems like
he just wasn't that into you.

According to your dms,
which I merely skimmed for keywords,

he said you seemed sweet.

So you suffocated him in honey.

Clever girl.

I think I wanna date poison Ivy Mary.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.

Rejection?

I almost took an innocent man's life.

Mary's right. That's a screwed-up
reason to nearly drown a guy.

I don't know. Is it, though?

I mean,
I've never been accused of being sweet,

but it's basically like saying, you know,

"you're pleasant, but
instantly forgettable."

It's like the beige of compliments.

- The swipe left of niceties.
- We get it.

You don't really think
that's how people see you?

Hey, do you remember
going to a hardware store this morning?

Should I?

Well, you bought a flowering pot,
fertilizer, and a watering can.

According to your phone's geodata,
once you left the store,

you went to a vacant lot in burnside.

Please, don't tell me I hurt anyone else.

Why didn't you say anything about Mary?

I wondered how this would end up my fault.

You obviously knew something was up.

How'd you figure it out?

The question isn't how I figured it out,
it's how you didn't.

You're her roommate.
You have a billion dollars of bat-tech.

And your number two
is a certifiable genius.

One of you should have noticed.

Fertilizer bag is empty,
but the ground's not disturbed.

Nothing was planted.

Why was Mary here?

Mary Hamilton,

you dirty girl.

He's still alive.

Uh-huh. It's only her first day.

Wonder what he did to Mary.

I don't know,
but he tried to kill Sophie and me,

and freeze Sophie's sister.

Somehow Mary managed to turn

one of black glove's
most dangerous operatives

into a garden turnip.

I'm not sure if that's impressive
or just really bad.

You have a bat-shovel in that belt?

Right.

Sorry. How did I track down
an elusive black-ops organization?

You tracked
the po box Virgil getty was using

through the company that sold him
the cryogenic medical supplies

he used on the freeze serum victims.

Sophie's been a bloodhound with this guy.
I'm sure she tried that.

Yeah, well, Sophie doesn't have
an "md" after her name.

Looks like Dr. Hamilton
used her title to bypass privacy laws.

Violation of medical ethics?

Harley Quinn, here you come.

Perhaps someone should tell Sophie

that the guy who tried to burn us alive
and freeze her sister to death

is hanging from a sewer pipe under Wayne.

No, we have enough problems
without Sophie finding more.

Well, "Moore" is literally her name.

As a victim of Sophie's backhand,
I'd say she can handle herself.

I said, she stays out of it.

Okay, can we get back to me freaking out

over the fact that I'm turning into
an uber-villain against my will?

Why is this happening?

Poison Ivy is an ecoterrorist.

Neither victim had any record
of hurting the environment.

But the bat-villain weapons
don't necessarily mean the same mo.

Liam crandle didn't have
the same agenda as the og mad hatter.

That's a good point. Um...

Chris called you sweet.
You dipped him in honey.

Virgil froze Jordan,

so you used mother nature
to immobilize him.

So... maybe the chemical pheromones

from the poison Ivy
allow me to communicate with nature

while heightening things
I'm passionate about, like justice?

Well, seeing as that mo tracks, and...

I killed your mother,

I'm not looking foward
to being turned into a cabbage.

So we should find out exactly
what turns Dr. Jekyll

into Mrs. Hyde-my-victims-under-a-pot.

Damn it.

What does she want?

You, my dear.

Dead or alive.

Making house calls now?

You didn't tell me
you found another poison Ivy Vic.

It's 5 am. I figured you were asleep.

I don't sleep, especially when
someone's out there with Pam's abilities.

- Where's the Vic?
- In my custody.

I need to talk to him
to know what he saw, what he knows.

He's unconscious at the moment.
When he's talking, I'll call you.

Like Chris hayner?

Is that a coincidence or a convenience?

You wanted to partner with batwoman.

Then you need to trust my process.

Ryan is flailing.

What did you mean,
Renee wanted me dead or alive?

Um... Renee and poison Pam
have a backstory.

What kind of backstory?

Oh, I don't wanna be a gossip.

- Spill.
- Spill.

If you insist.

They met,
fell madly in love, kissy, kissy, kissy.

Then Pam fell victim
to some evil scientist's experiment.

Obviously, Pam's metamorphosis
into little shop of horrors

got in the way of sexy time,

which was a big problem for Renee,
as she was a gcpd detective.

Crisis of the heart,
boring, boring, boring.

Ultimately, Renee called Batman,

who convinced her
to lure the love of her life into his trap.

Why would someone
infected with poison Ivy

target a black glove operative?

Doesn't make sense,

unless he had
a personal connection to him.

If I knew, I'd tell you.

Would you?

I'm beginning to feel like
you're hiding things from me.

Where's the Vic?

That's really intense.

So, Renee sold out
the love of her life to Batman?

And he buried her deep underground,

away from water and sunlight,

to shrivel up and not die.

Can you imagine going
without skin cream for all those years?

Imagine what she'd do
to someone she barely even knows.

Okay, I think Mary's heard enough.

What? I'm not trying to scare her.

Just Liam ended up in arkham,
killer croc in a cage,

and Nora fries would rather face death
over being held captive again.

I just think
we are doing ourselves a disservice

to deny the predictable outcome

of anyone who comes in contact
with Batman's trophies.

As a girl who spent
over a decade locked in a small room,

I want you to avoid
ending up the way they did.

Watching the woman I love

go from this compassionate,
selfless person

into this thing that could justify
killing dozens of people, it broke me.

Now she's infected someone else.

To pretend I don't know how this ends

and not do
everything in my power to stop it,

it wouldn't be fair to me,
to the city, or to the Pam I used to know.

Just call me when your guy wakes up.

We need to figure out
what my trigger is.

Maybe it's a word, or a series of words.

Actually, I'm starting
to feel a little funny.

Okay. Funny how?

My vision's a little blurry.

Okay, maybe you're dehydrated.

Renee's on my ass.

We don't have
a lot of time to figure this out.

We could ask Sophie to ask Virgil

if he said
or did anything that triggered Mary.

Sophie's not with Virgil.

Oh. Oops.

What did you do?

So, Sophie has been a great roommate.

She puts my dishes away.

She cleans my clothes with fabric softener
that doesn't irritate my sensitive skin.

Alice, what did you do?

Sophie really wanted to interrogate Virgil,

and I didn't wanna keep secrets
from my roomie.

You're an idiot.
You have no idea what you've just done.

So sue me
for having guilt for once in my life.

Seriously, just stop talking.

I don't get it.
Why can't Sophie know where Virgil is?

I'll be back.
Call me if anything changes here.

Where are you going?

To stop Sophie
from making a huge mistake.

Hello again.

Tsk. I know.

You thought you burned me alive.

But nope, I lived to do the same to you.

I've got some questions
about your employer.

Who hired you to take my sister?

Let me rephrase that.

Was it Jada jet?

Technically I was hired
by Marla Elliot decades ago.

Elliot, as in Tommy Elliot?

His mother thought
Tommy had behavioral problems.

She got that right,
since he turned into that psycho hush.

Before that, she formed a group
of other parents with bad-seed kids,

swapped horror stories,
discussed treatments, meds, whatever.

Like secret group therapy for rich people
to talk about their screwed-up kids.

I don't know of any self-help groups
that employ a militia.

Black glove don't leave a trace.

Titans of industry spending millions
on r & d to fix their kids' brains?

Not great for public image.

Neither is injecting 20-somethings
with fatal freeze serum.

My clients agree,
which is why we clean up after ourselves.

My sister nearly died.

Three of her friends did.

Why? What does Jada want?

Enough.

Seriously?

I have to find out from Alice
that you found this guy?

- I said I'd tell you everything.
- When?

When it's safe.

Safe from what?

Safe from what, Ryan?

From her? From Jada?

Who?

I'm sorry.

You want my trust? You'll have to earn it.

Because right now
it looks like you're taking the side

of a woman who sanctioned murder
over me, your actual friend.

No, no, no.

You get to keep
mommy's secret a little longer.

When Bruce met Pam isley,
she was poison Ivy 24/7.

Well, wherever he put her
obviously contained her, right?

Maybe the key
is figuring out how he did that.

This was before my time.

But he told the press,
he put her in a place

no one would ever find her.

It doesn't even affect you anymore?

What doesn't affect me?

Being second fiddle to whatever
other drama is going on in Ryan's life.

Wow, you know what's funny?

I don't think we need you here anymore.

So if you'd like to go sniff
your fluff and fold, now is a great time.

Are neither of you concerned

that our leader, batwoman, left her bestie

infected, vulnerable, terrified,

to go "help" a woman

who literally
shares a bedroom wall with a serial killer?

She knows what she's doing.

Oh,
I know she knows what she's doing.

But do you know what she's doing?

Mm-mm.

See, Ryan doesn't care
about protecting Sophie from Virgil.

No, she cares
about protecting Virgil from Sophie,

specifically his secrets.

Presumably because
they're about her mother,

A woman whose needs
she prioritizes over the bat team.

Ryan wouldn't do that.

She already did, Luke.

Wonder if it's only a matter of time

before Ryan waltzes into
Renee's office with Mary in bat-cuffs.

Are you joking?

Ryan wouldn't arrest her best friend.
She'll find a way to fix this.

Good morning, sunshine.

I was wondering
when you'd come out to play.

You figured out sunlight was my trigger.

Well, they don't call me
a supervillain for nothing.

But batty will be home soon,
so I hope you know what you're doing.

Why are you helping me?

Well, why does anyone help anyone?

To accrue favors owed.

But until I redeem this one,
I need you to be careful.

Once you slither out of this batcave,
Renee Montoya will be hunting you down

like a gardener with a weedwacker.

Montoya.

Oh, hi.

Someone told me to call this number

with a possible tip
about a poison Ivy sighting?

Where are you? I'll be right there.

Gotham city botanical gardens.

Renee Montoya.

Mary?

Get out of here. It's not safe.

Trust me, I'm well aware.

Nowhere around you is safe, Renee.

Who are you?

I'm the one who called in the tip.

Virgil's dead, Alice. I hope you're ha...

Luke?

Hey, yeah. I'm okay.

What happened?
Did Alice do something with Mary?

The sunlight.

What?

Sunlight is her trigger.

She's not Mary anymore.

Where did you get infected?

At the park?

The river?

Where was the vine, Mary?

It's not a homing pigeon
for the brokenhearted, ray-ray.

You don't whisper

and follow as it slithers its way
to her secret burial site.

You know about Pam?

Enough to know that
she doesn't want you to find her.

Look, you need to come with me,
so I can get you help.

Is that what I need?

Did you use that soft, gentle tone
to lure poison Pam into captivity?

No, she was out of control.

You're not there yet.
Let's keep it that way.

What do you think
she thinks about down there?

I mean, besides freedom,

and water,

and how her veins scrape together
like sandpaper.

Easy. Let's not make this ugly.

She thinks about
how much she hates you, Renee.

Mary, come with me now,
and no one will get hurt.

Or I stay.

And only you do.

Mary, please, don't do this.

Mary's phone just pinged
at the old Gotham botanical gardens.

I need to get there.

- I'm coming with you.
- You said you weren't ready

- to wear the suit.
- My dad decided that.

I may not be ready to wear the suit,
but I'm not ready to lose Mary either.

My dad will understand. If not,
I'm sure I'll hear about it on the way.

Let's get out of here.

I'm reading some sort of energy here.

Yeah, definitely picking up
on abnormally high thermal presence

in these trees.

You feel like you're being watched?

Tiny bit.

Yellow roses?

Yellow roses symbolize friendship.

Mary knows us better than anyone.
She knew we'd track her phone.

She wanted us to find her?

She wanted to draw us out.

Batwoman to batwing.

Batwing, where are you? You good?

Across the dome. My shoulder's jacked.

She can't be far.

Stay alert.

Hey, what's up, dad?
No comment from the peanut gallery?

I got my ass blown off my feet
and you got nothing to say?

Dad?

Dad, you there?

What kind of hero still needs his daddy?

East garden. I found Mary.

Please.

You didn't find me.

I found myself.

And here I am.

We'll find a way to
fix this. We'll help you.

Everyone keeps saying that.

They're gonna help me.

Help me what?

Be less happy?

Less myself?

Less alive?

- This isn't you and you know it.
- You're not hearing me, Luke.

This is exactly me.

Just without the part
that does everything you want.

Dad. Dad, help. Help me.

Your dad's gone, Luke.

I took out your fail-safe,
and the ai that came with it.

I figured Lucius fox's brain could open up
some doors for me in the future.

That's my dad.

You don't need him.

You said it yourself.

You don't have PTSD.

You don't need a team doctor.

You certainly don't need your daddy

telling you what you can
and can't do, right?

Well, well, well.
I finally have your full attention.

I've been a crappy friend.

I'm sorry, Mary.

Fnend?

You never ask me how I am.

You never give me any of your time.

You give more of yourself
to a woman who literally gave you away

and said she wanted nothing to do with you
than you do your own teammate.

And that is not friendship.

Okay, Mary, we need to go now.

These cops won't care who you are
or what happened to you.

They will just lock your ass up for good.

Mary, come with me.

I'm done with team spirit.

It's time you heard my voice for once,

loud and clear.

Mary.

Mary.

You've been so wrapped up
in your own drama, Ryan.

Mary.

It's time
you got wrapped up in mine for once.

All right, don't flinch.

Let me help.

You called the cops?

You knew
who we were looking for all along.

You don't understand.
Mary's our best friend.

No, you two don't understand.

Your best friend is currently
the most dangerous person in Gotham.

You set her loose on the city.

You need a hand?

I need a Mary.

I thought I could reconnect with my
family and handle bat duties, but...

I became oblivious
to what was going on with Mary.

I don't know what's worse,
that she felt that way,

or that we didn't realize it.

She may be infected with poison Ivy,

but that anger was all her.

I don't think an apology's gonna fix this.

Everything she said to me was true.

She tried to tell me
about an incident at the park.

I was so distracted with my family drama,
I didn't even give her the time of day.

This is my fault.

What's the damage?

Torn rotator cuff.

I deserve it. I didn't take
her warning about the suit seriously.

Okay, well, we're taking her seriously now.

- Any word from Alice?
- Not yet.

I told Sophie
to shoot me a text when she gets home.

In the meantime, have every Wayne satellite
scanning for her face 24/7 until we find her.

Okay, and then what?

It's an infection, right?

We make a cure.

How do you suppose
we do that without our team scientist?

I call in a favor.

J“ shedding snakeskin j“

j“ peeling in the heat of the sun j“

j“ watching in silence j“

better make that two.

J“ burying all I've done j“

bad day?

Not that I ever needed an excuse.

You?

Yup.

Well, hope I'm not making it worse.

Believe it or not, Montoya,

there are other people
I'd rather not be drinking with right now.

J“ let the fire burn it to the ground j“

nicest thing anyone's said to me all day.

J“ breathe the smoke, breathe the air j“

j“ don't stop until it cleanses my sins j“

j“ and I am reborn j“

j“ I am reborn j“

j“ oh, I am reborn j“

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Jada, it's Ryan.

I need your help.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.
How does your garden grow?

Quite well, it seems, from all the sirens
I've been hearing around town.

It's fully electric, steppy.

Is that supposed to impress me?

Yeah, considering
it was ten times harder to hot-wire.

Gonna tell me what you did to the
cellar-dweller at the mayor's office?

- On the road.
- Oh.

There's that patented Dr. Hamilton
bedside manner, all warm and chatty.

J“ I am reborn j“

j“ oh, I am reborn j“

j“ I am reborn j“