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Now, I know what it is you're saying.

"But Hattie! What does it mean for Gotham to host the World's Fair?

Isn't it a waste of money? Of time?

Isn't it a peacock flashing its feathers?

Wouldn't that money be better spent fighting the rampant crime

still plaguing our fair city?"

That is why we need this World's Fair.

This is Gotham City's opportunity to elevate itself in the eyes of the world!

To demonstrate to even the most ardent detractors,

that our reputation is ill-earned.

To show everyone that we are more than a tarnished past.

To show everyone the city of hope,

innovation, and progress we have always been.

And to declare it proudly, not just to our great nation, but to the world!

So tonight, it is my great pleasure to share with you...

some of the wonders I...

I beg your pardon, I...

As I was... saying, my...

Help... help me!

It's some sort of seizure!

Oh, oh, oh, I can't breathe!

- Hold her! Get a hold of her! - Help me!

Wait! Who are you people?!

You can't be here! This is a closed set! You're not allowed to...

- How many? - Four. All armed.

I'm on route. Stay on the line.

Good evening, Gotham. It is 8:43 PM.

In three hours and seventeen minutes,

I will murder Mayor Jessop.

His death, upon the strike of midnight, will not be a beginning,

but your death knell.

Understand the significance of this.

Understand what this means.

No one can protect you, none of you are safe.

All of you will die before the dawn.

The leader is male, white. Very white, in fact.

Well-dressed, dark trench coat, fedora.

Record it.

Revised count. He has at least five men with him.

He has terminated the broadcast.

Sir? Sir?

Stop.

No. Not yet.

You're blocking my way.

And another six units at City Hall, covering all the axis points,

at least until we move the mayor.

I don't care where ya pull 'em from, get 'em there!

- Anything? - They're still processing the scene.

How bad was it?

In addition to Tetch, the whole production staff.

I guess it could've been worse. There could have been a live audience.

Don't even think it.

Something you should see.

- He was there? - Gone when we arrived.

- Tetch's body downstairs? - Should be there now.

Along with all the others.

I'm gonna go down. See if we can't figure out what it was that killed her.

- I can come with. - No.

If this madman's after the mayor, I want you leading the protection.

Get down to City Hall and move him to the Tricorner safe house.

- Stay in touch. - Yes, sir.

We found it when we went through his belongings.

We're hoping you can maybe identify him.

I'm gonna warn you, Ms. Gordon, it's not pretty.

He was in the water for a while.

Oh, God.

That's... That's Barry Vance.

- I haven't seen him in over six months. - That checks out with our initial tests.

He looks like what happened to Hattie Tetch.

That same horrible grin.

We noticed that too...

Honestly, I've never seen anything like this.

Can you pass all this onto the police medical examiner?

Hmm. I'll call it in as soon as I finish the exam.

Thanks.

This is GBC News with an update on the ongoing threat

to Gotham City.

Commissioner Gordon's office has issued this statement...

We are taking this threat to Gotham seriously.

Mayor Jessop has been taken into protective custody

and assigned a 24-hour police guard.

We're asking all Gotham citizens to stay indoors for the duration.

Protect yourselves and your loved ones,

while GCPD works to bring this killer to justice.

And there you have it, Gotham. Stay safe, stay strong.

Fear spreads like fire.

Mr. Mayor.

Detective Montoya? Where the hell is Gordon?

We were preparing the safe house for you.

- If you're ready to... - Yes, very good.

Detective Flass will be handling things from here.

I'm sorry?

Hm. Montoya...

I'm acting on direct orders from the commissioner, Mr. Mayor.

And I'm overruling them as is my right.

Detective Flass has earned my trust,

which is more than I can say for Jim Gordon and others in his department.

Flass will handle my protection.

You are not needed here. You may go.

The Tricorner safe house is staffed and secure.

That's where the commissioner wants him buttoned-up.

Noted. See ya later, doll.

I'm just telling you what I saw, Dad.

One of my clients, dead. Like all of these people.

M.I.A. before that, hm?

That means this lunatic's been in Gotham for months planning this.

And we've got no idea who he is,

- what he wants... - He told us what he wants.

You haven't transferred her body.

We wanted our ME to give her the once over,

before we pass it onto the city coroner.

But sure. Have a look for yourself.

There's an injection mark.

Figures I'd find you two down here.

With him.

Why aren't you with the mayor?

Jessop ordered me out. Flass is running the detail now.

Snake.

Tell me they at least got Jessop to the safe house.

If they did, it's not one of ours.

Less than an hour to this madman's deadline, and the mayor is in the wind.

It's worse than that...

I was out there. The whole city's on the verge of panic.

A powder-keg with a lit fuse.

My people can't keep a lid on that and run down the joker who did this.

He's saying he needs you to stop him.

We need you to stop him.

Tell 'em to start the cars.

I want 'em running and ready to roll when we come down.

Mr. Mayor, this way if you please.

Get me on this, Flass. I can help you.

Hey! You owe me!

I owe you spit.

Damn it!

You killed Dent, but I took the fall.

I covered for you. Lied for you!

What, you think that buys you something? See there's your problem, sloppy Joe.

You think it's about what you earn.

I learned a long time ago it's about what you can take.

I've only just succeeded in throwing out Mr. Thorne's remains.

Mr. Zero had him frozen quite solid.

- Anything? - Not as yet.

My postmortem examination was delayed by this evening's other developments.

Reviewing the footage of Ms. Tetch's murder seemed of more immediate concern.

Alas, I was unable to capture more than a few seconds

before that madman terminated transmission.

Stop.

Him. I know him.

Indeed. Your fists have already made his acquaintance.

One of the Riddler's men, I believe.

That's where he's getting his muscle.

Sir. Where are you going?

Muscle may not be all he's taking.

Where are we going?

That Montoya woman said the safe house was in Tricorner.

I got somewhere more your style in mind, Mr. Mayor.

Place you can relax till this blows over.

You're a good friend to have, Flass.

You scratch my back, I scratch yours, Mr. Mayor.

Hey, what the heck?

- Hey! What'd I say? - Hey!

Hey, who turned out the lights?

Tee-hee.

You fight the inevitable.

You might as well beg water not to be wet.

You murdered these men.

And many, many others. There are always more.

I'm gonna find you. I'm gonna stop you.

The mayor dies in 27 minutes.

That will only be the beginning.

Of what? Tell me!

Did you truly believe you could keep Jessop safe?

Defended by corruption, cowardice, and incompetence?

The insects are delivering him to my hands even now, and they don't even realize it.

Where? Where?!

Thought you could use this.

And how!

You oughta be home, Barbara.

Client meeting. The job waits for no man, right?

Boss!

It's for you.

Gordon.

The muscle he's been using, some were leftovers from Riddler's crew.

- Were? - He murdered them.

The same way he murdered Tetch.

You'll find over a dozen bodies at Stumper's nightclub.

1600 block of Stark.

I'll send units over now.

Any movement on where Flass took Jessop?

None. Wherever it is, it's off the books.

Pennyworth. The file on Flass, his regular haunts.

I have it.

Regular haunts, Tommy Liu's Chinese Palace,

the Agius bar, Gleason's billiards...

Miss Kitty's Massage Parlor.

- Oh, look at all the muscles. - Oh, stop it.

It's fine. It's gonna be fine.

I'm going to be fine.

You need to stay away from the window, Mr. Mayor.

I am going to be fine.

Yes. Yes, you are, Mr. Mayor.

I'm going to be...

Cover the window!

Stay out of the line of sight!

Oh, my God!

He found me. He found me!

Shut up!

You swore you'd keep me safe. You swore!

Mr. Mayor, with all due respect, shut up!

Open fire!

Mother...

Jessop. You're coming with me.

Cut you open...

Flass, you're playing into this madman's hand...

Jessop...

I'm going to die!

Where does his honor go?

Right there. Next to Ms. Tetch.

I think that's enough needlework for the evening.

There was nobody else there.

Perhaps one of the GCPD's less honorable officers

facilitated the mayor's death?

- Flass himself, perhaps? - No.

Jessop must have been poisoned beforehand.

Maybe long beforehand.

Have we learned anything from Thorne?

Not as yet. I'm about to begin my examination in earnest.

This toxin...

the precision required borders on genius.

If you say so, sir.

Everything this lunatic has done comes down to timing.

As was the case with Hattie Tetch, apparently.

He knew to the minute when Jessop would die.

He knew to the second!

What are we doin' with all these bodies? Did the morgue close or something?

Yeah, city coroner's full.

So we keep these on ice till she got more empty slabs.

You know how it is at the morgue.

Everybody's dyin' to get in.

Ya get a good look at their faces?

Brother, that's just what I've been tryin' not to do.

What the hell?

Check his hands.

- Under his fingernails. - If you'd rather do it yourself, sir.

Good lord!

Pennyworth!