All language subtitles for Batwoman.S03E12.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Any other dormice wanna come out to play?

Hello, little friend.

Oh, my god.

You're Alice.

Correction:

I was Alice.

What is happening?

Oh, my god.

You're awake.

How am I here?

The bat team got wind of your break-in.

Found you unconscious
underneath Marquis' pool table,

beat the gcpd by a few seconds
and dumped you here.

You were... you were out for a few hours.

Didn't know that you'd wake up.

Oh, Alice, are you okay?

Alice?

How do you feel?

I feel like Beth again.

We've gathered this morning
to discuss the psychological evaluation

of Elizabeth Marie Kane.

This is the case of a 13-year-old child,

who, after witnessing
the decapitation of her mother,

was abducted,
and held against her will by a madman.

After enduring 11 years
of his psychological and physical torture,

Beth escaped, where she encountered
a corrupt hypnotist

who compelled her
to fully break from her humanity.

As a result, Ms. Kane
disassociated from reality

to become a character named Alice.

Well, when you put it like that...

For the past three
weeks, the Gotham city...

Did they make Alice sound like a victim?

I'm listening.

Our findings indicate that after exposure
to a single electrical charge,

miss Kane's brain
essentially rewired itself.

The area that had been cut off from love
and empathy has been restored.

It is our recommendation
that the charges are dropped

and that miss Kane be
relieved from her trial,

as we can no longer
deem her clinically insane.

Miss Kane, where did you get this buzzer?

Ryan. Ryan, I'm sorry.

Apologies. You knew I needed
that buzzer for Marquis.

And you knew I needed it for me.

The court of public opinion
may have changed their mind about you,

but that doesn't change the truth.

Take it. Maybe Luke can figure out a way
to make it work again.

It's fried, Alice. It's dead.

You won.

- Miss Kane, how are you feeling?
- Miss Kane, what's next for you?

As much as I'd convinced myself
you were dead...

You were always there.

You just needed to be found.

I've always been
a sucker for a happy ending.

Ocean?

How are you...?

You can't be here.

You mean... because I'm dead?

Because of you?

That's the thing, Alice.

I don't think you deserve a happy ending.

No, no, no. What are you doing?

No. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't my fault.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What is happening to me?

No, no. Where is it?

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone! Get away from me, Alice!

Get away!

What the...?

Holy crap. You're batwoman.

And you're Marquis jet's onal number two.

In every morning before sunrise,
never takes a sick day.

Keeper of Marquis' schedule,
and shall I presume, his secrets?

Hey.

So if you leave me alone in bed...

You better have coffee.

Cream and sugar, dear?

Alice? What are you doing here?

I have patients coming in.

Alice.

Where is the haloperidol? Chlorpromazine?

The anti-psychotics,
Mary-bear. Cough them up.

I thought you were
leaving. I packed you a bag.

I gave you enough cash
to get halfway across this country!

Alice, there's an apb on your head,
you can't be here!

I am losing my mind!

I'm losing my mind.

The... the hallucinations are back.

But worst, and I...

I just need an edger
until you get me the joy buzzer.

But kiki, she said
there's only one buzz left.

Exactly. So why are we still standing here?

Because Ryan needs it for her brother.

But you need it for your sister.

Except you're not my sister.

Why didn't you stop me?

A real sister would have
stopped me before I killed someone.

You think this is my fault?

That was all you, poison Mary.

I was there for you making sure
no one got in your way.

You weren't there for me.
You took advantage of me.

You needed me.

So you encouraged me.

And now a wife is without her husband

and their two boys without their dad,

and their life is ruined,
and my life is ruined.

Got it.

I am so sorry that you gutted a man
with a tree branch.

My bad.

Will you just get the hell out of here?

What is this, gilmore girls?

Ryan and I have family matters to discuss.

You mean you need her
protection from Marquis

now the evidence
of him killing his father's destroyed,

you don't have anything
to hold over his head.

Ryan's life is complicated enough
without you playing mom all of a sudden.

The only one who's playing here is Marquis,

and if we don't get our hands on
that joy buzzer and use it on him soon,

all of Gotham city could
become his sandbox.

Maybe if you had treated him like
a criminal and not your baby boy,

we wouldn't be in this
situation to begin with.

Maybe we wouldn't...

Mm! Tell me that is not vegan puff pastry.

Hey, you could have warned me
your mom was coming over.

At least when I lived with Alice, she
knocked. Your mama almost saw me naked.

I am sorry. I should have said something.

She wanted to huddle so we could game-plan
a way to stop Marquis.

Ah. What's all this?

This is Marquis' calendar.

Step one: Get a sense of his day,
so step two: We can ambush his ass.

- What's wrong?
- There's nothing on his schedule.

But look at tomorrow
and every day last week.

He's booked solid 9 to 6.
Meetings, lunches, calls, drinks.

- Is there something special about today?
- Not that I know of.

Okay.

-Who's Barbara kean? —why?

He e-mailed miles asking him
to find her home address.

Okay. Barbara kean is the owner
of an art gallery in the bowery.

And Jim Gordon's ex-wife.

- As in commissioner Gordon?
- Yeah.

They used to dine with
Gotham's upper-crust,

but divorced after their son j.J.
Was found with body parts in his closet.

Barbara's reputation never recovered.

Probably for the best.

Well, I'm actually late for my 8:00,
so I'll get going.

Wait, what happened to finding Marquis?

I will keep an ear to the ground
and you'll do the same.

And whatever you need, uh...

Resources, money, manpower,
you got it, it's yours.

That was weird, right?

What?

Stay here.

- Where are you going?
- Just give me two minutes.

I don't know how he
knows or what he's doing,

but if it involves Barbara,

it could very well involve you, me,
Mario, all of us.

Let your security teams
know. We're not safe.

From whom?

How did you get down here so fast?

It's a lesbian bar. Know your exits.

Why didn't you tell Ryan Barbara
kean is part of the black glove society?

This doesn't need to involve Ryan.

Worried her knowing you're still affiliated
with a murderous cabal

- might screw up mother-daughter bonding?
- Despite appearances, Sophie,

I'm trying to do what's right.

Now excuse me before people get hurt.

Ryan wants to trust you.
You're not even giving her a chance.

If you care about Ryan,
you'll keep this to yourself.

- Can I ask who you're here to pick up?
- Who are you?

Is it Jada jet?

Why are you asking me that?

Call 911. Your boss was just kidnapped.

Oh, my god.

- Hi.
- Can I help you?

Is your mom home?

Mom, door.

Noah, you're gonna
wake up your little brother.

Sorry, if you're here to sell something,
it's not a good time.

Oh, no. I'm not selling anything.

I'm Mary Hamilton.

Sorry to stop by unannounced

when your family is going through
such a difficult time.

Yes?

I believe I have information
pertaining to your husband's death.

Come in.

Uh-oh.

Look who's losing her grip.

Figuratively and literally.

My sweet mouse.

Did you think this was over?

I am not listening to you.

You're not here. You're not real.

What are you doing here?

Trying to get yourself a little joy buzzer?

An undo switch?

Wouldn't that be nice?

Get out of my head!

You didn't really think
you'd seen the last of me, did you?

Okay.

The good news is, black Rolls-Royce
with cranberry leather interior

are rare even for rich people.

This was targeted.

And how else would someone know
the identical make and model of Jada's car?

Speaking of identical,
weren't you wearing that yesterday?

Oh, um...

Actually, I...

Helped me track down
Marquis' assistant all night.

She didn't have time to go home.

Okay. Got a hit.

Partial plate belongs to a car purchased
two days ago by Wayne enterprises.

Marquis. He made his move.

Call me crazy, but I think this has to do
with Barbara kean

- and the black glove society.
- Explain on the road.

Luke, get me a trace on that car.

We need to know where he's taking her asap.

On it.

Make me a joy buzzer,

and this can be an exciting tale
to tell the grandkids around the campfire.

Nice try, but nothing beats
the one about the time

I helped the joker
beat Robin to death with a crowbar.

Holiday family classic.

See, the thing is, sweetie...

I only have the Patience
to work for one psychopath,

and unfortunately for you,
Marquis jet signs my w-23.

A little tip about managing psychopaths:

It's best to appease the one
who has the knife at your throat.

I've worked for the joker since I was 16.

You think you're the first crazy
blond woman I've ever dealt with?

[Gunshofl

Sorry about that.

Way too many crazy people in this room.

Of course. It's in her pocket.

She was making
some last minute tweaks for me.

Alice of freaking wonderland.

May I just say, it is an honor.

Marquis jet, I presume.

In the flesh. Don't steal it.

So Alice of freaking wonderland,

what could you possibly want
with my joy buzzer?

Here's the thing:

That has one more buzz in it,

and if you play your
razor-sharp cards right,

it doesn't have to be used on you.

Pretty please. Tell me
you didn't want to use it on yourself.

I mean, you're a legend.

You're the menace of Gotham.

The ring leader of rabbits.

The queen of heartlessness.

Like you said, too many crazies,
too small a space.

- Ah-ah.
- Now, give me...

The thing is, Alice,

I might be new to this whole world
of public psychos,

but I'm not about to start my reign
by losing one of the legends.

Let's see if I can't change your mind.

What in the cult from hell...?

Ladies and gentlemen
of the black glove society,

thank you for joining me this evening.

Now, in honor of tradition,
let us commence with roll call.

Barbara kean?

Here.

Then we have Burton crowne.

Nice 'stache, bro. Next...

One of the biggest profiteers of crazy...

Mr. Jeremiah arkham himself.

Mario Falcone, welcome.

And last, but certainly not least,

the lady who is responsible
for this fine evening.

Now, allow me to welcome you to the
black glove society's final ceremony.

Go on, look around.

The person to your right
and the person to your left

are going to die tonight.

We having fun yet?

So as I have recently come to discover,

the black glove society
was founded by Marla Elliot in 1984.

Her son Tommy had a deeply creepy need

to be just like his bestie Bruce Wayne.

Even wanted to be an orphan like Bruce.

Which meant he went at mommy
with her sewing scissors.

"Uh-oh," said Marla Elliot...

Hiding her stab wounds
behind her plastic surgery.

"I'm Gotham's high society.

I can't have a freak show for a son."

What if somebody stops inviting me
to lunches at the Polo club?

Guess we gotta do something
about that, right?

And thus, the black glove society was born.

Am I getting this right so far?

Nod if I'm close.

Barbara kean.

Now, you're the mother of jj Gordon, right?

If I'm remembering this correctly,

when jj was 15,
he tied a iabradoodle to train tracks?

That's rough, you know,

because what happens when you run for
philanthropic chair and somebody's like,

"hey, didn't your kid
murder a freaking iabradoodle?"

Soto hide an unsightly scene,
you hired some off-the-books doctors

to fill jj with experimental medication
so you could try to fix him.

Problem is, shocker, it didn't work.

Now he's just a drooling husk at arkham.

Jada, what the hell is happening?

- You need to do something. Please.
- Oh, come on. Don't fight it, babs.

I mean, you did use this on your own son,

so how dangerous could it be, right?

Seven clinical trials in all.

This dose contains every single ingredient
of every single medicine you've given him.

I'm sorry.

Say hi to Marla for us, would you?

Who's next?

You know, I'd bet
he'd let you kill a few of them.

- Mario Falcone.
- He seems to really like you.

I'm good, thanks.

You sure?

Isn't this sort of thing,
kind of, like your super bowl?

Revenge. Flair.

A fun little wheel to make it a game.

Why are you here?

The joy buzzer, Alice.

You don't deserve that.

Plain and simple.

See, that's confusing

because you are a figment of my delirium

and I know in my bones
that I not only deserve it, I need it.

So be gone, sweet mouse.

Your logic doesn't fit
into my working narrative.

You poisoned me...

At our tea party.

You taped a live rat to my chest
to lure bats to my flesh,

my blood.

That's what you did to your best friend.

You think you can just walk away from that?

Erase it, move on?

Get away from me.

[Gunshofl

so you said you had information
about my husband's murder?

Right.

So this is difficult,

but I know your husband's killer.

- So do we.
- You do?

It's very brave of you, Mary,

to come here considering
your step-sister took his life.

I'm sorry, what?

I figured that's why you came here.

Yesterday, the police informed us
they received a call from a woman

claiming to be Alice.

She owned up to the murder.

They're still confirming
all the facts, but it adds up.

She knew the exact location, the cause,

and the description matches
what my youngest told us.

That he saw a woman with blond hair
attack my husband.

I assume that's what
you were here to tell us?

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

For how I responded with Luke.

I froze.

Not a big deal.

Maybe a little bit of a deal though.

I'm not saying we need to shout
anything from rooftops,

but admit there's a difference
between keeping something private

and hiding something.

I wasn't hiding anything.

It was none of his business.

Batwing to Batmobile.

Batwing, we're here. Status update?

Found a match on our car.

It's parked in a cemetery
on the other side of Gotham u.

I sent you the coordinates.

Okay, thanks.

I wonder who we got next.

Marquis. Marquis.

Stop.

Does that look familiar?

You don't have to do this, son.

I'm gonna freeze you
like you tried to freeze me, morn.

It's gonna be just like
you always used to say:

"Go stand in the corner
and think about what you've done."

You're gonna have
decades to do exactly that.

Except they're not gonna
be pleasant thoughts.

They're gonna be the thoughts
of a woman who was more like her crazy son

than she'd ever like to admit.

- Welcome to the club, Jada jet.
- Marquis.

- Marquis, don't.
- We're all mad here.

Damn.

I throw you a party
and this is how you thank me?

Give it to me.

Or we rule Gotham together.

You could be the Harley to my joker.

I think you have that backwards.

Besides, we come from
different schools of looney tune.

Is that what you really think?

You have no idea, do you?

2003, my second-grade class
was on a field trip.

And all of a sudden, out of nowhere,

someone bangs on the door,
and lo and behold, it's the freaking joker.

He blows bus driver's head off.

Now I realized nobody was
gonna do anything to help.

So, I thought, you know,
maybe it should be me.

So I walked up to him, terrified,
but acting all brave

and he looks down at me
with his deformed smile

and then he just starts
laughing and laughing.

Then the joker leans in and he says,

"I'm taking you kids to amusement mile

where I'm hiding the biggest acid bomb
you've ever seen.

And Gotham city is going to rain chemicals
until everybody looks like the joker."

Zap!

Next thing I know, somebody yells
that Batman's following us.

And there was this car
in front of us driving hella slow.

I just heard the joker
revving his engine.

You were on the bus that drove
my mom's car off the bridge.

Alice, that's what I'm trying to tell you.

It's fate.

You and I were born on the same day.

You hear that, mom?

I guess that means today's your birthday.

Buckle up.

What if I were to give you something
that would make the joker wish he were you?

That's not yours!

- Oh, thank god.
- Where is he?

I don't know.

He just left.

You should've told me about black glove.
I could've helped.

And risk losing you all over again?

You need to get out of here now.

- I'm not leaving you with him!
- Go!

Give me the buzzer, Alice.

Why are you here?

We need it for Marquis.

Says who?

Jada?

The woman who turned your sister into olaf?

I'm not doing it for Jada.

I'm doing it to stop Marquis
from wreaking hell across this city.

Well, if it's hell that you want,

you've come to the right girl.

I'm sorry.
I know you said never to touch your gun,

but, ooh, it's so alluring.

That is so unfair!

What are you doing?

Let go of me!

No, no, no.

That's mine!

Sophie, please.

Don't make me go back there.

Don't make me go back to arkham. I can't.

Barbara.

Barbara kean. Wake up.

I'm gonna get you help, okay?
Just stay with me.

- I don't wanna hurt you.
- Hurt me?

You wore a super suit here
because it's cute?

Look at you, just a coward hiding her face,

othennise everyone will know
she's just a punk-ass street rat

whose own mommy didn't want her.

- Is that better?
- Look at you, tough girl.

I'm not competing with you.

Is this the part where you tell me
it's not my fault? That I'm a victim?

- That you feel sorry for me?
- I don't feel sorry for you.

When I first learned about you,
I was jealous of you.

You had everything.

Security, love, family, a future.

Oh, yeah, my brain
was scrambled eggs but hey,

Disneyland fast pass, am I right?

You grew up believing you could be anyone,

that you could do anything.

I was jealous I didn't get that.

Till I realized I had
something you didn't have.

- Hope.
- I have hope.

I got hope coming out of my ears, Wilder.

For example...

I was hoping that didn't kill you.

So I can freeze your ass alongside mom.

That's enough!

Don't make me do this.

- What are you gonna do, shoot your son?
- You're not my son.

Not anymore.

I told you to run.

Nice try, baby girl, but I'm not making
that mistake again.

So I've never been in an
out relationship with a girl.

Okay.

So we're doing this.

Just hear me out.

I've never introduced a girl to my friends,

or had to get Jordan's approval,

or god help us all, had a girl meet my mom.

So that's what today triggered for me.

What if I finally find
the courage to be out,

but the person I'm interested in
doesn't want the same thing?

One, I'm pretty sure Jordan loves me.

And two, you're right,

I was hiding.

Not from Luke, from myself.

Because every time I get something good,
I end up losing it.

That's not gonna happen this time.

You're gonna make me meet
your mom, aren't you?

Do I need to remind you what
happened the night I met your mom?

You owe me big time.

Okay.

Can I wear the batsuit at least?

I'm the one she's
gonna try to kill, not you.

She's gonna be trying to tell me
to do all this other stuff that...

Well, Marquis ditched the rolls,
so we lost eyes on him.

Knowing him, he won't
stay off the radar very long.

So we call the police, smoke him out
before he makes his next move?

I'm not letting him rot in arkham
for the rest of his life.

Look, we have the buzzer.

Alice can't take it from us.

Give me 24 hours.

If I can't stop Marquis, then fine,
take it out of my hand.

But I deserve one shot.

Sorry, weren't you wearing that yesterday?

Oh my god, you, too?

What is with the fashion police today?

Are you two...?

Hang on.

Wait.

No. My god!

You are, aren't you?

Sorry, what is happening?

Ryan and Sophie are totally a thing.

Seriously?

We're officially a thing.

This is... wow. Okay. Yay!

I actually can't remember
the last time I heard good news.

So...

Are you okay?

Why are we still here?
We're leaving.

Okay? So you two can have
the whole place to yourselves

to be all cute and couple-y.

Oh my god! How didn't I know?

Okay. Come on.

You figured it out yet?

We're never gonna leave you.

Should've buzzed yourself
when you had the chance.

You were the one who stopped me!

Exactly.

So that every second of every day,

we can be here to remind you
what you did to us.

Please go away.

Just go away!

-I said, get away from me! —ow.

Are you real?

Yes, Alice.

I'm real.

I told the facility
that I was your personal physician.

You have to get me out of here.

I had to come and say thank you.

What you did for me,

it was above and beyond anything
that anyone's ever done for me.

Thank you.

What's one more on the résumé?

Consider it a parting gift.

Hey, you don't have to deflect.

I know you're trying.

I'm sorry, Mary.

It's okay.

I'm really, really sorry.

What did you do?

Let's have some fun.