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When it's a pineapple, not a pineapple.

When it's a grenade.

Now, it's a party!

We are losing this fight.

Not a fight anymore, Bart.

This new guy is making it a war.

Thorn! Detective, this will be a lot smoother if you just make my client an

offer. Scare tactics won't get you where you want to go. This guy.

Name.

He's running things, right?

Working for Thorn?

Or did he take over?

Still not hearing an offer.

Your guy tried to murder a witness.

Allegedly, Detective.

Allegedly. He destroyed over a million dollars worth of property.

I'm saying he doesn't get an offer.

Suits me.

Because even if you made one, I wouldn't take it.

Okay. Looks like we're done here. Whose side are you on, Gordon?

The law side, Detective Flack. You know, the thing you're supposed to protect and

serve. I'm no rat.

You of all people should know that.

What a little piece of shit. What the hell? Renee.

Hey, ease up, Flack. Jesus.

Guard.

Hey, Flack.

Next time you talk to Mr. Thorne, tell him to buy you a new suit.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Fuller.

Let me know if your family needs anything.

This department needed Fuller.

He was an honest officer, and I don't have many of those.

This one's the real question mark.

He started popping up after Thorne's arrest.

Since then, gangland murderers have tripled what they were last year.

There have been two bombings, and we only barely interrupted a kidnapping

this week.

One of Thorne's lieutenants making his own moves.

Could be.

Or Thorne's finally lost it, and this is his revenge on the city for putting him

on trial.

The one guy who might know for sure isn't talking.

Mark Desmond.

Since Thorne's trial, Desmond is the only member of the gang we've brought in

alive.

And he'd rather spend the next 20 in Blackgate than be known as a snitch.

He needs someone to confide in.

Someone he can trust.

That leaves out just about everyone in Gotham.

Unless you have them.

Oh, that son of a bitch is gonna get us all killed.

He let Rocco get gunned down like a dog.

I don't like Eddie any more than you do. But Mr. Thorne left him in charge.

If we go against Eddie, we go against Mr. Thorne. And we owe him better than

that. And where the hell is Mr.

Thorne? Coney Island, Timbuktu, it don't matter.

Eddie's in charge.

The end.

I'm telling you, we need new leadership.

You've got trouble, baby.

The tie?

You're the one who picked it.

Not the tie.

Rocco getting killed ain't sitting right with the gang.

Ah, damn whiner.

They're getting a bigger share of the take, ain't they?

Yeah, but, Eddie, if Mr. Thorne doesn't come back soon... What?

Think I can't handle it?

No, baby, never.

I'm just worried is all. About you.

But maybe talk with the boys now? For me?

So I don't worry.

Hey, boys.

I understand there have been some complaints.

Tony?

Vic? Yeah, we, uh, some of us got, you know, concerns.

You do, huh?

Well, let's hear them.

These jobs we've been pulling, they pay out good. Nobody's saying they don't,

but they're risky. No risk, no reward.

Am I right?

Maybe they were a little too risky, you know?

Like, maybe if we wasn't bracing the cops so much, Rocco wouldn't be dead.

Could be worse.

He could be in some cell, getting worked over by cops till he spills like a

broken milk bottle.

Rocco was no rat.

Anybody's a rat. You put on the right screws.

It's like sitting in a leaky boat.

But you know how to fix a leaky boat, leaky boy?

How's that?

Now, anybody else got concerns?

Speaking of leaks, I hear the Badgers have been visiting my old buddy Dez at

Blackgate. I'm going to need to put a plug in that, too.

This thing's going south, Johnny.

Nah, we're getting clear of this, see? Even if we've got to drop a couple

coppers on the way.

The boss don't like us mixing it up with the police, Johnny.

To hell with the boss.

He's been holding back our cut. I'm going to take my due and give him his.

The paperwork is ready.

Your transfer from Stately Wayne Manor to Blackgate Prison will take place in

an hour. I trust that the legend I prepared for you was satisfactory.

Mark DeBruce?

Where are you from?

Detroit.

Rap sheet?

Robbery. Fraud.

Larceny. Looking for a situation driving for the mob.

The hell is this?

New roommate for you, Diz.

Names matches.

Matches Malone.

Who cares?

Get used to it.

He scuffed my shoes.

He scuffed your... Get him out of here!

He scuffed my shoes.

Brother, you are a caution.

What can I say? I like a good shine.

Name's Dez.

You said matches before.

Yeah. Matches Malone.

Sorry if I was a jerk last night.

Forget about it.

I feel like you only met before sometime.

On the outside.

Not likely. I'm new in town.

You're already in Blackgate.

Brother, you know how to find trouble.

Better than trouble looking for me.

What?

Maybe we ought to drift.

Right behind you.

Hi. You got a hat on, you magic wand.

Hey, I'm not taking any bruises I don't buy.

But I sure got lucky getting you for a celly, let me tell you. Me not so much.

Who put the target on your back?

What target?

Two times, some guy zeroed in on you.

You're marked.

Sure, they gotta screw loose.

Anybody messes with me, they answer to my boss.

And he runs Gotham.

Hey, maybe I did get lucky.

I came to Gotham looking for a situation with whoever runs this burg. Yeah?

Okay.

Well, maybe we can talk about that.

Get these clowns back to their cell.

It don't make sense.

These mooks know better than to put hands on me.

I'm protected.

By Rupert Thorne. Sure, sure.

Wait, you heard of him? Everyone in Detroit has heard of Thorne.

If that's your boss, you want to reach out. Let him know what's going on in

here. It's Mr.

Thorne. And you don't reach out to Mr.

Thorne, he reaches out to you.

Well, somebody better do something.

Sooner or later, whoever's out to nail you is going to get lucky too.

Quiet in there!

Drink up, baby.

We got two bottles of silver lining right here.

Oh, damn. Here comes the rain cloud.

Better be good.

This bubbly goes flat, and I will...

Not dead?

How the hell is he not dead?

It's almost a week since the hit went out. What can I say, boss?

He made a friend.

Friend?

Dead. Doesn't matter.

He's got me.

I want him dead. You get me?

Dead. Dead. Dead.

Any questions?

Never sat in a jug this long.

Usually I get bailed out in a day. Two max.

Somebody has you marked.

Who'd you piss off?

You talking to the bulls when you shouldn't? You calling me a snitch?

I ain't no snitch, Magic.

Okay, okay, easy.

I'm just saying. Yeah?

Well, don't.

You know what? Drift.

I need to think.

Suit yourself.

Put them both in the hole.

Matches.

You over there, Matches?

I'm here.

Ah.

What you did in the yard.

Thanks.

Thank me by getting me a gig once I'm out of here.

Thing is, Mr. Thorne won't take just anyone.

You need, like, a skill.

Burged up heist in Jersey two years back.

That was you?

I was the wheel man.

Damn.

Big job.

And they tried to cheat me out of my cut.

Got ugly.

But I got my due.

So did they.

You sound like this guy I know from Chicago.

Met him in juvie.

Became bosom buddies.

Got into so much trouble.

He shot up so many joints, they started calling him the Riddler.

I got him in with Mr. Thorne, and now he's practically running things.

The Riddler, huh?

That sounds like a guy I need to meet.

Can't introduce you if I'm dead.

You said it matches.

Sooner or later, these bastards are gonna get lucky.

You gotta get out of here, Dez.

I'm already working on a plan.

I figured we could... How the hell?

I got skills.

Jeez, you sure do.

You coming or not?

Get your damn screws!

Who's top of the world now?

Okay, I held up my end.

What about your friends?

Sure, buddy.

Sure.

A real man like you is gonna fit right in.

Beat the hell out of those prison monkey suits.

And they fit.

Dawn controls these warehouses.

Always needs some new gear if a job gets bloody.

You hear Eddie now.

Eddie! I was blissfully listening to the radio when some yutz breaks in on my

favorite program, talking about an escape from Blackgate. So I asked

myself, who would have the brass to even try to slide out of Blackgate?

Then it hits me.

Desi. Who else?

I had to blow out of there, Eddie.

Some guys tried to ice me and... Ice you?

Who in the world would want to ice you dead?

You're salt of the earth.

We gotta tell Mr. Thorne people ain't following the rules.

Yeah.

Sure.

Thing is, he's still on sabbatical.

I'm running things.

Who's this?

Matches. He's a pal.

Got me out of the jug. I can vouch for him.

Oh, you can't.

Matches, huh?

You some kind of a breakout king, Matches? Not a king.

Just a wheel man who's looking for... Matches.

Stupid name.

You still got good timing, Des.

Just about to go on a spree.

Eddie's getting me a new necklace.

Vic took the night off.

We could use another set of hats.

You in?

Yeah, Eddie sure you bet

Anywhere

that's me.

I need the car

This won't take long.

What baby in the mood for tonight?

It stinks!

Four times I try to ice you in the jug. Four times you stink.

Eddie? Then you bust out with your new tag-along buddy, and the Batman just

magically shows up on the spot.

Somebody squeal.

You know what happens to squealers, don't you, Des?

No. I ain't no squealer.

Not anymore.

had to go back so far, but it turns out my best friend in the world was the

goddamn...

His name is Edward Nygma, a.k.a. the Riddler.

Impulsive, reckless, highly unpredictable.

This kind of chaos can spin out of control.

It pains me to say this, but your job might become simpler when Thorne returns

to the helm.

At least we know the identity of the man who has replaced him.

And he'd be behind bars if matches.

If I hadn't hesitated.

Some have said that empathy is the sign of a healthy mind.

Will that be all, sir?

Very good, sir.