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No!

No! Get off! Get away!

Spiders all over me!

Thanks for coming on such short notice, Renee.

Honestly, compared to my day today, this is a treat.

If you saw half the stuff I'm juggling right now...

I know my dad stuck you with Flass. That can't be any kind of fun.

Yeah, watching that guy is definitely a full-time job.

So... your case?

My client has psychological issues,

and I need a doctor to examine him, then testify.

But I'm having no luck finding one who's good

and has trial experience.

I really miss Harleen.

Oh... sorry about that.

I know you two were getting close.

Yeah...

I was gonna take her ice skating after the first snow.

Now Winter's half over, and...

I know.

If they'd found her body, at least we could grieve and move on.

But it's like she's still out there.

Um, listen.

I'll definitely ask around for the name of a good shrink for your case.

You keeping an eye on him, or is he keeping an eye on you?

What are ya doin' here, Flass?

We're partners, ain't we?

Ms. Gordon.

Sorry to break up whatever this is here, but me and her need to move.

We got another college crazy.

- Ah, jeez. That's five now. - Yeah, so chop, chop!

College crazies?

Kids flipping out, winding up dead.

Are they murders? Overdoses? Who knows.

Montoya, let's go!

Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on!

- Thanks for the coffee. - Absolutely.

I'm sorry about this, Mr. Wayne.

Your foundation doesn't hand out endowments like candy.

We like to commemorate the occasion.

Gotham U was my father's alma mater and mine.

I'm embarrassed it took something like this to remind me of my responsibilities.

Ah, yes. These student deaths.

They have cast a bit of a pall on the Greek Week festivities,

but the board is confident that this will blow over soon.

Are those police detectives?

Indeed! The GCPD is being very helpful.

Keeping the whole thing out of the press for now.

Sorry to break in, we still need some solo shots of Mr. Wayne,

and the light's much better over by the science building.

I'm in your hands, Ms. Vale.

Do with me as you will.

Thomas Dalton was a student of yours.

He never talked to you about his mental state?

I teach chemistry, not psychology. I have hundreds of students.

And I don't have time to involve myself in their personal lives.

"Esoteric chemicals and their interactions?"

Yes, but I'm afraid the details of my work

would be far too technical for you to under...

Yup. Got it. Thanks, professor.

If you think of anything that could help us, don't hesitate to call.

Okay, you say the victim was running, but no one was chasing him.

Nobody said nothin', man.

No spiders, nobody chasin' the guy. Nothin'.

Uh, Carmine, right?

Did you know the victim?

Me? No way.

Just another poindexter on campus.

At least one of those shrimps goes screwy every semester.

Hey, Tami! Let me carry those books.

What about you kid? Anything to add?

Not really, sir. Thomas was a good student is all.

Can't believe this happened to him.

Yeah, thrilling.

You can go now. You think of something to add, call.

We about done here, Montoya?

Why? You got someplace else to be?

Talkin' to these kids is like watchin' grass grow.

We've got five victims in five weeks,

all hallucinating before they died.

We need to light a fire under the medical examiner to get that tox report done.

Say, could I get copies of those?

You can have anything you want.

I... I mean, sure. Yeah, no problem. I'll have them sent to your estate.

Overeating won't solve your marital issues, Herman.

Wilma knows you're cheating on her, and she knows you know she knows.

Someone's canophilia is getting out of hand.

That is truly an advanced case of ideational apraxia you have there, Max.

But you do hide it well.

If there's one thing I'm an expert at...

it's hiding.

Hmm?

Honey, I'm home.

Renee!

- How was your day? - Long.

I'm beat.

A university student was screaming about spiders attacking him

before he dropped dead.

Probably a heart attack. Definitely not spiders.

Could be the result of a brain tumor.

Maybe a psychotic break. Do you have the blood toxicology?

- It could be that... - Uh-uh.

No way. You are not pushing that cute little nose in an active case.

Sorry, babe.

I'm just trying to help. I barely see you lately.

I'm holed up in here. Everyday. Alone.

And I'm harboring a fugitive.

Anybody sees me out on the town with Dr. Harleen Quinzel...

Who is presumed dead.

Whose picture was front page on every paper for a month.

And is presumed dead.

Harleen.

Look.

- Gimme a minute to change and... - You'll make it up to me?

Trust me. I'm a cop.

Did you find anything unusual in the campus photographs?

Only the lovely camera woman's phone number,

written on the back of every photo.

The young ladies nowadays, fresh as paint.

- Where to now, sir? - The morgue.

Ah, tissue samples, I presume.

I need to see if there are any exotic chemicals in the victim's blood.

These could be murders, Pennyworth.

Five of them?

Identical symptoms...

That's not a coincidence. That's a field test.

Hey, Renee, did you notice this...

Dead boy number three.

Now, the co-eds.

Two dead girls.

Three dead boys.

Huh.

Hands off.

That's my body.

Sorry.

Did I scare you?

It would take a lot more than you've got.

Let's test that theory.

You...

I am so sorry. I passed right out.

Harleen. Why are you ringin' the...

Good. You're already dressed.

Or is that still...

No nightcap for baby Gordon.

- Well, guess I pegged that wrong. - What do you want, Flass?

Break in. City morgue. Somebody tossed the joint.

Dalton. Our evidence!

There she is. Back in the game.

- You're making a mistake. I'm innocent. - The innocent don't run.

And sane people don't dress like bats and do detective work for free.

Who's your partner?

He's not my...

He didn't want me touching the bodies.

I guess he's the one who scared those kids to death.

Delusions don't kill people.

If they're chemically induced and amplified, they can.

I'm a medical doctor, remember?

Psychiatrist. I know what I'm talking about.

If you turn me in, you lose my expertise.

- I wanna solve this case as much as you. - Why?

All right. Indulge your obsession. Interrogate me.

Meanwhile, an obvious psychopath is going after his next victim.

There will be more.

That's better.

It shows your mania doesn't dominate your common...

I forgot. Murder isn't part of your pathology.

So... this is where you live.

This has to be the result of some significant childhood trauma.

- The last time we talked we... - You tried to kill me.

Fair. I did.

But not very hard.

You said Dalton was scared to death.

How?

The police report said he died screaming about bugs that weren't there.

Yes, I saw the police reports.

No, I'm not saying how.

GCPD only has two detectives working this case.

You're not in Flass' circle. Why is Montoya shielding you?

She's not! She is...

You know what, that's none of your business.

Your mania is catching criminals.

Let's stick to that.

David Mortimer.

Would've graduated this year with a degree in applied chemistry.

Rebecca Cloonan, PhD candidate, chemistry.

Bill Sprang, freshman, molecular biology.

Plus Mary Fradon and Thomas Dalton. That's five.

Age range, 19-25.

All afraid of invisible threats.

Spiders, rats, clowns...

One ran off a bridge.

One slit his own throat in order to purge the demons.

Definitely a field test.

- A field test... - It's pretty obvious.

Controlled environment, the campus.

Limited pool, the students. Age range.

Someone's testing a drug.

The victims all have this man in common.

Professor Charles Burton.

I... don't think that's appropriate, professor.

I'm a student. I'm your student.

There's nothing to be afraid of, Jane.

You're a grown woman.

It's perfectly acceptable to make your own adult choices.

I'm... uncomfortable even talking about this, sir.

Perhaps if we move somewhere more private...

Okay, professor. That's enough.

She said no, sir.

You young men are making a serious error here.

- I was just simply... - Takin' a walk. Right?

Your point is made, Mr. Broome.

Junior, I'll deal with you later, young man.

He's gone, Jane. It's all over.

Can I get ya some apple cider?

It'll pick ya right up!

Thanks, Junior.

I think I'm just gonna go back to the sorority house and go to bed.

Apple cider? That was your move?

Brother, you are a poindexter.

Come on, little man. Let me tell you all about the birds and the bees.

Professor Burton?

If that's you, I'm gonna call the police, right now!

Yes, sir. Gotham U. Yes, sir.

Detective Flass said I should call if I... I thought of something on the case.

And I think someone's been following me. And...

Yes. Yes, sir. He has my address.

Yes, I'll stay here.

You could've just blindfolded me.

So it's Jane Overstreet?

- The sorority girl? - She fits the pattern.

She's in one of Burton's classes.

We still don't know how he's delivering the drug.

The house is on fire! Flames all around!

Help! Help me!

But I am helping you, Jane.

More importantly, you're helping me.

- Hallucinogen. Has to be alkaloid-based. - The flames! Closer! We're surrounded!

- What cuts alkaloid? - I'm trapped!

Milk.

No! I'm not finished!

Quinzel!

Harleen!

Renee? Help me! Get me out!

I need to get out!

Renee!

Quinzel! Fight it!

It's not real! Whatever you're seeing isn't real!

Milk...

Neutralizes alkaline.

No, the fire is all over me!

I'm burning up, I gotta put it out!

- The lake! I gotta jump in the lake! - Jane!

No!

Looks like we got number six.

She saw me. She looked right at me.

The gas weapon is obviously the delivery system.

The costume is a disguise, but it also protects him from the gas.

I went through her files, I'm outside, and I'm...

This again!

I told myself I was helping. But I've compromised her.

Quinzel, focus.

Right.

You're right.

Burton's obviously psychotic,

with delusional ideations and obsessive patterns.

Well, we just broke that pattern. So what's his next move, doctor?

- Professor Burton. - Hello, Junior.

It's time we talked about you interfering in my life.

These are presentation papers for something he calls,

an "alkaline-based phobic instigator agent."

Photos of the dead students.

His students.

He had a partner for some of this.

Jonathan Crane, Jr.

My psych teacher was named Jonathan Crane.

His son, maybe?

Crane was Burton's teaching assistant.

Come on!

Right diagnosis. Wrong subject.

Crane's the killer.

He helped Burton make the fear chemical.

Burton aborts the project as unethical.

Crane feels abandoned. The project is his whole identity.

You broke his pattern, he's adrift.

He's got three options.

Vanish, go out in a blaze of glory, or both.

You'd make a fair psychiatrist, if you weren't so damaged.

Go.

I'm no hero.

I didn't get into this to save the day.

Hm.

Classic monomania.

Idiots! Fools!

All of you, nothing but clusters of fear!

Fear of ridicule!

That's gelotophobia.

Fear of not fitting in, autophobia.

- Fear of... - Hey!

What the hell, guy? What do you think you're do...

Fear of never shutting the hell up!

Oh, my God. It's coming! It's coming!

Don't you see?

Jonathan Crane.

I wish I could see it.

Your fear.

Is it agoraphobia?

Fear of open spaces?

Maybe heliophobia, fear of sunlight.

Or maybe you're overcompensating.

- Is it something more obvious? - No...

Is it... Could it be chiroptophobia?

No.

Fear...

That's the fear of bats.

No...

fear.

Did a bat scare you as a child?

No...

fear!

No... fear!

What? No! How?

Fear is a poison.

Fear is a weapon.

But fear is never in control!

No, stop!

You can't! You can't do this!

Look at me, Crane.

What do you see?

You came.

My girl left me a note.

You gonna tell me what tonight was about?

We both knew we were on a clock.

One of us just had to admit it.

It's not too late.

- We can... - Shush.

No. We can't.

Keeping my secret is drowning you.

I really can't have that.

You gave me a gift. You let me dream for a while.

Time to wake up.

My ride's here.

Don't wait up.