All language subtitles for Batwoman.S01E17.XviD-AFG

Oh, you think you're good, huh?

Who's your daddy? Unh! That's right! Me!

Come on. Err! Come to Daddy.

Yes!

Ahh. Finally.

Hey. Is there any more wine?

♪ Oh, I'm just tired ♪

♪ Tired of trying to hold... ♪

How did you beat him already?

I learned the secret sucker punch combo.

The secret sucker punch combo's a thing.

Yeah, which you would know about

if you'd, like, ever beaten
me, like, one time.

Okay. I'm sorry that I spent the best

video gaming years of my life
locked in a basement cell.

That's one way to take
someone's head off.

She's giving me pointers
on how to be evil.

♪ 'Cause you're talking to me ♪

Nice building.

I thought you renovated the place.

I did... just badly apparently.

♪ Maybe it's bitter, and
I don't want to go down ♪

Is this really happening?

- What?
- Us?

Bickering, drinking,
playing video games.

Like actual sisters?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's happening.

Give me that. You suck.

I've had wine, so this will probably
be overly sentimental, but...

Thank you for never giving up on me.

Hey. It's like I've always said.

You're worth it.

That's not a bad connection, is it?

No, it's not,

but it was nice while it lasted.

No.

Stop.

Let me stay here.

Let me stay here!

Here!

Let's try this again.

You live in a fantasy.

Fantasy is not reality.

This is your reality, Alice.

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

All right. Okay. You caught me.

Take the jewels. What do I care?

Consider this your warning.

Whatever. Fine. I'm warned.

You're free. Go.

Hyah!

Don't be dead, please.

Come on! Live!

Wake up! Come on! Please. Wake up!

Up here!

Batwoman, you got company.

Talk to me, Batwoman.

Your heart rate's off the charts.

Kate, answer me. Are you okay?

- Kate?
- I'm fine.

_

Charlie 34, what's your 20?

Uhh.

What the hell?

Ohh! Oh, no! No, no, no.

_

Officer Wilcox,

you have a bomb strapped to your chest.

Don't worry. It's easy to disarm.

Simply push the yellow button,

which will trigger a
second bomb I've planted

somewhere else in Gotham.

- What?
- That's right.

You disarm your bomb to save yourself,

allowing countless others to die,

or you die and save all those people

you've never met, who will
never know of your sacrifice.

So, my friend, are you a hero?

The choice should be easy, right?

A hero would do anything for his city.

Would you...

Now here's a blast from the past.

The Detonator is back
after a 7-year hiatus,

and he's out to prove
there are no heroes

left in Gotham.

Got to admit he made
his point in dynamite

when a GCPD officer
blew up a bank last night

to save his own tail
without even letting

the timer drop into the single digits.

Yikes! Talk to me,
Gotham. Are you a hero?

Again?

You're the second one
this week. What happened?

I was helping a guy out
of the bomb wreckage,

and the ceiling collapsed.

I'm gonna take a look at your ribs.

No. Don't cut it. No. Aw!

This thing took forever to make.

So insider tip. My scissors should not

be able to cut through your supersuit.

Why are you pretending to be Batwoman?

Because the real one is M.I.A.,

and the city still has PTSD
from when Batman left.

I thought maybe if people
saw me and believed

that she was still around that... hsssh!

- Mm-hmm.
- I know. I'm an idiot.

Your heart is in the right place

your ribs, however, are not.

Hey. You know people in the underground.

Do you know where she is?

Trust me. I'm the last person Batwoman

would ever confide in.

I left you like this a week ago,

and now it smells like this.

So you just let yourself
into my home now?

Yeah, and I could have been anyone.

Ugh. I remember this vile concoction.

I don't call it a chimney
sweep for nothing.

Cheers.

You haven't returned my texts,

and while I'm decidedly not that girl,

do we need to talk about
what happened the other night?

Let's not turn this into a thing.

But... ahem... thank you for...

Being there for you?

No complaints from me, luv.

Gotham, on the other hand,

feels right ghosted by
their caped crusader.

What's going on?

Whenever I put that suit on, I...

I crossed a line when
I killed Cartwright.

What if I screw up
and kill someone else?

I see. You want to punish yourself.

Fine. You screwed up
and took a man's life.

Bruce would be blustery
with disappointment,

and now you need to get over it.

- That's your pep talk?
- Yeah. I'm needed elsewhere,

and so are you.

Someone bombed Gotham
International Bank last night,

killed a dozen people.

Vacation's over, Batwoman.

My whole life my father urged me

to hide my face,

to live in the shadows.

He claimed it was for my own good

to avoid ridicule, but it turns out

it was for his own good.

I hid for his comfort,

but the moment I realized I didn't care

if he was comfortable
or not, I became myself.

I became free.

What are you doing?

I'm unburdening myself.

Unburdening yourself?

We are trapped in yet another cage

thanks to my traitorous sister.

It's not a cage. It's a sanctuary,

one where your family can't hurt you,

where Safiyah can't find you,

where we have each other.

- What else do you need?
- Alice.

Would you like to share?

We haven't heard from you yet.

I'm gonna pass, yeah.

Oh, I've got something to share.

Oh, goody. It's Tommy Elliot.

Excuse me. Ah.

Bruce Wayne could
speak over 40 languages.

That's 4... 4-0.

Mr. Elliot, this group
started 15 minutes ago.

Okay. Well, so sue me.

Oh, that's right. You can't because

my, uh... my estate's been frozen.

Mr. Elliot, I am thrilled

that our therapy has converted

your disdain for Mr. Wayne

into a deeper appreciation,

but we do need to move
on to other topics.

What's wrong, doc?
It's, like, too crazy?

Because that one thinks she's a cat.

That one thinks she's a myna bird.

Magpie. The name is Magpie.

Steals people's faces.

I mean, this one drools so much

the orderlies have to
follow him around with a mop,

and, you know, what about me?

What about me? I'm the guy that taught

Bruce Wayne everything he knows,

so where's my recognition, doc?

Get him out of here, please.

No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no!

No! Bruce is my best friend,

and when he hears about this,

he will end your career!

Enjoy the power trip while it lasts!

I can't live like this.

My client Reggie Harris
was wrongly incarcerated

for years and then gunned down

the same day he was freed.

Why? What did he know?

I will not rest until
his family sees justice.

Excuse me.

Bobby, Bobby, one more question.

Michael Fisher? Never heard of him.

Probably an alias,

but he killed Alia Nazari
and Reggie Harris,

and he tried to kill me and my boss,

all to keep some cover-up inside
The Crows from getting out.

Which means we've got a
juicy scandal on our hands.

Assuming we can figure
out who he's working for.

This one's yours. Extra pickles.

Um, well, I'll look into his finances,

see if anyone's paying him
kill 4 people in 1 day money.

I already did.

A wire was sent to his
account for 180 grand

the day Reggie Harris was exonerated

for Lucius Fox's murder.

Nicely done.

I'll go pester the bank manager then,

figure out who sent it.

- Which bank?
- Gotham International.

- You're kidding.
- What?

Gotham International
Bank is a pile of rubble

along with its vault, its
servers, backup servers.

Yeah. Some bloke cleverly
named The Detonator

bombed it last night.

Do you think he could be
involved in this Crows cover-up?

No. I remember The Detonator.

He was active long before
Reggie was convicted.

All right. Move over.

If we can't trace our
sniper's paychecks,

maybe we can figure out his real name.

That's new.

- Want to talk about it?
- Not especially.

Luke, the man you think
killed your father,

he was cleared and then
shot in front of you.

Kind of think talking would be good.

Then let's talk. Why haven't you found

anything on Cartwright yet?

I don't know. Maybe
he's gone underground.

Well, while you've been away,

ignoring all my texts,

the Bat-light's gone unanswered.

Why do you think I'm here?

What do we know about The Detonator?

7 years ago, The
Detonator crippled Gotham

with fear and uncertainty.

He's a terrorist, who
targets the city's good guys

and compels them to
kill innocents at random.

The question is why is he back now?

You want an honest answer to that?

You, Batwoman.

When the Bat's away,
the crazies will play.

I've only been out a week.

And in that week, the bad
guys are getting comfortable.

The Detonator targets
people the public views

as heroes... doctors,
police officers, firemen.

He wants to prove that
they're not as heroic

as the world thinks they were.

Where'd you get these?

Bruce's research.

Yeah. He was obsessed
with catching this guy.

Kept a long list of suspects,

but the trail went cold before
he could narrow it down.

214. The bomb that took out

Gotham International Bank

had these 3 numbers stamped
into the ground plate.

This signature matches all 15 bombs

detonated 7 years ago.

To be clear, this information
was never released to the public,

which eliminates the
possibility of a copycat.

- This is an original.
- That is our assertion,

although we still don't
know what 214 actually means.

Anyone on that suspect
with military experience?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah. A couple.

Who's George Adler?

Private black ops contractor.

He was fired for...

Yeah. That'll do it.

He was caught taking
selfies with enemy corpses?

Adler was dishonorably discharged

from military school back in the day.

No surprise there,

but clearly that wasn't
enough to implicate him

in Bruce's mind.

Bruce didn't go to military school.

He wouldn't know the
specific form number

on discharge papers... DD-214.

I only know because Point Rock put

the same code on my papers.

So the military deems
you not good enough,

and now that very thing is
gonna save your city's ass.

I'm just gonna leave that little
piece of irony right there.

I'll go talk to Adler.

Welcome back, Batwoman.

You should know your suit's nano tech

is designed to withstand
detonation overpressures

of 10 pounds per square inch.

Gotham can be glad
their hero's bomb-proof.

Now that kind of blast will knock
off limbs and topple buildings...

But if you see any evidence
of nuclear materials...

Uranium, anything marked isotope...

Grapple the hell out of there.

I'm not suiting up.

I'm going as me.

Like a fledgling real estate developer?

I'm just gonna talk to him.

You haven't been out looking
for Cartwright, have you?

Okay. Uh, look. The Bat team
doesn't have an HR department,

so as your co-worker and partner

and pretty much only person
you see on a regular basis,

shouldn't I know what the
hell is going on with you?

If I told you the truth,

you would not want me to suit up either.

Bruce Wayne wannabe.

I'm sorry. What did you just say?

Oh. Your boyfriend Bruce,

yeah, he'd think you were a loser.

Hey. Knock it off.

Shh. Don't you ever say his name.

You will never be

Bruce Wayne!

Aah! Unh!

Aah! I need a doctor!

Ha ha!

George Adler?

- And you are?
- Kate Kane,

Gotham Pride Real Estate.

I'm in the process of
buying this building,

and I have to photograph
each of the units.

Yeah. You got paperwork or something?

My assistant will e-mail you.

_

Really think he's back?

How the hell would I know?

Unh!

Ugh! What the hell? I thought
you were in real estate.

- Where'd you plant your next bomb?
- Who the hell are you?

Someone with an interest
in Gotham's property values.

Let's just say your
obsession with explosives

isn't doing business any favors.

Hey. Look. The bombs, that wasn't me.

I swear. It... it was my
old man George Adler Sr.

Talk.

The first time he killed
a guy, I don't know,

it triggered something dark.

Look. I don't expect
a billionaire developer

to understand how taking a
man's life screws with your head.

Try me.

He snapped, okay?

He wanted to show people
that it's a lot harder

to act like a hero when
you're in the heat of it

staring down your own death.

- Where is he now?
- Gotham Cemetery.

What?

He's dead. Died 7 years ago.

No. No, no, no, no, no.
Don't do this to me.

Ohh!

The charismatic defense attorney

who claims to stand up for
the little guys, the every man.

What a hero. Now you have a choice.

Looking for me?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

No thanks to security, so that's you.

They put Tommy in solitary.

Oh, good. Little does he know,

the Bruce-obsessed neanderthal
played his part to a t.

I asked the nurse to be thorough.

Unh. Ow!

What are you... you're bleeding.

It's only temporary, Mouse.

Plus what's a little blood
if it ensures our freedom?

I can't do this. I have a family.

Well, you called us for a reason.

You know that lives
depend on you staying calm

- and doing the right thing.
- Jacob, look. I'm no hero, okay?

You have to be one today.

It's down to 22 minutes.

Well, that's 22 minutes to get
everyone cleared out of the area

so you can push that button.

You just hang tight.

The Detonator wants his victims to hear

the explosion they've caused.

That means the secondary
explosive is likely

within a one-mile
radius of Bobby Reeves.

Bomb squad's on its way to Bobby.

Waste of time. This guy uses
half a dozen tripwires.

If we want to save
lives, we need to clear

that mile in less than a half-hour.

Bobby, you still with me?

Yeah, yeah.

The Detonator's dead.
It's got to be a copycat.

You sure junior didn't pick
up where his old man left off?

He was at work. Alibi checks out.

Crap! We're out of time, Kate.

The Detonator has another victim.

Crows and GCPD are
clearing buildings now.

- Ohh. Where is it?
- Doesn't say,

but they're clearing a mile
from Wiget and Brighton.

- Isn't that right by...
- Mary.

Residents are to take only pets

and leave everything else behind,

follow authorities to
the nearest checkpoint,

and not to return
under any circumstances

until the threat has been neutralized.

We will continue to
bring you live updates

on this evacuation and bomb scare...

Go straight on Brighton for 6 blocks.

You'll hit a police barricade,

and you'll be safe from there. Go.

Mr. Whittaker, we need to move you.

Get him to the checkpoint.

You need to come with.

Nobody knows this clinic exists.

They're gonna detonate that bomb
whether this place is clear or not.

Come on.

I'm not leaving them.

Go!

Hey, Bobby. You're doing great.

You got to get this thing off me.

Oh, we will, we will.

We need to give our guys
more time to clear the area.

I can't. I can't do it. I can't.

You're gonna do the right thing.

On the order of Mayor Akins,

all civilians are ordered
to evacuate immediately.

Do not hesitate. Do not
pack your belongings.

Humans and pets only.

If you can hear this
message, evacuate now.

On the order of Mayor
Akins, all civilians

are ordered to evacuate.

Head straight to the checkpoint.

This is the last building on this block.

I promise you this is just a precaution

like the fire drills you had as a kid.

What can I do?

Why did you come back? You
need to get out of here.

These people need help.

Get everyone on the ground.

If they can't move, try and
cover them with a mattress

and pray this building passed
its earthquake inspection.

Mary!

GCPD just gave the all clear.

Okay, Bobby.

Aah!

Gotham is under a mandatory lockdown.

The streets are not safe.

Remain in your homes.

Gotham is under a mandatory lockdown.

The streets are not safe.

Remain in your homes.

Mary!

Aah! Ugh!

Help, please!

Who is this?

Isn't it obvious?

She's Batwoman.

Uh, I... I have to go.

No!

You want to know why
people like her exist

and why they keep on
showing up to spread hope?

It's because you inspired them,

and now they feel abandoned.

What? What are you talking about?

Please, Kate. I know you're Batwoman.

I mean...

I just can't believe I
didn't figure it out sooner...

But of course, Batwoman's the same girl

who hunted down Derrick Peters

and locked him in a urinal

after he ditched me at homecoming,

and of course, the maniac on the Batbike

is the same maniac who
taught me how to drive

without actually having her license

and totally charmed
her way out of a ticket

after my ass got us pulled over.

It couldn't be more obvious.

Batwoman is the same person
I've looked up to my entire life,

and now this city needs
you as much as I do.

It's not that simple.

Uhh. It never is,

but Batwoman doesn't get a sick day.

I'm not a hero, Mary.

I'm not asking you to be a hero.

I'm just asking you to keep going.

And how are we feeling today, Johnny?

I think I had another moment
of clarity, Dr. Butler.

Really? And what was that?

Well, you know, I have almost
everything that I want here.

- Mm-hmm.
- Shelter, protection,

my sister.

Hmm. And what is it
you're still missing?

Power.

Huh! Unh! Ohh!

Feel that, Dr. Butler?

This is your reality now.

Unh!

Took a minute, but we figured out

the real identity of the sniper
who killed Reggie Harris.

He lived at 2420 Maple Street.

The same 2420 Maple Street that blew up?

Eviscerating all evidence
linking him back

- to whoever hired him.
- Great.

In the last week alone, everyone

with any knowledge of your father's
real murderer has been killed.

We think The Detonator hired the sniper

to kill Reggie Harris
and used these bombs

- to cover his scent.
- Except The Detonator's dead.

We're dealing with a copycat.

The real Detonator died 7 years ago.

Which means that we're
looking for someone

who's intimately familiar
with the Detonator's case.

Who'd have had access to the
sealed reports 7 years ago?

Depends. Who was the
investigating officer at the time?

Miguel Robles. He was a rookie cop

on The Detonator investigation team.

Robles is head of the
Crows homicide division.

Well, that's pretty high
up in your bird's nest.

After Lucius was killed,

The Crows paid Alia Nazari
a 50 grand cleanup fee

for the destruction of her Sip & Dash.

The Commander was
worried it was a payoff

to delete the surveillance footage,

but Robles was convinced the
payment wasn't out of the ordinary.

He was also the first to arrive

at the Sip & Dash that night.

This guy's hands are in everything.

I want every piece of shrapnel collected

and tested for prints.

We'll find him before he strikes again.

Huh!

You're wrong. I am not a killer.

Yet.

You're scared you're becoming like me.

You wanted this. You left
Cartwright for me to find.

You wanted to push me over the edge.

You set me up to kill him

so that I would be like you.

Kate, you can't give me all the credit.

After all, it wasn't that hard.

I'm not asking you to be a hero.

I'm just asking you to keep going.

Jacob Kane, city savior,

you had to see this coming, right?

Hang on. You think our bomber's a Crow?

Robles was at the scene
of my dad's murder, Kate.

- The facts line up.
- Where is he?

I just got a ping on his phone.

He's crossing the 1200
block of Rucka Ave.

He's headed for the
bridge out of Gotham.

Got him.

What's going on? I just heard gunshots.

Our boy Robles seems pretty
eager to get out of town.

Unh!

Ohh!

You see the badge, bitch?

I'm a Crow! I'm gonna destroy you!

Like you did Reggie Harris

or Alia Nazari

or the dozen people at
Gotham International?

Unh! What do you want?

The truth. Did you kill Lucius Fox?

Who wants to know? His kid?

He's never gonna be able to prove it.

Why?

I tie up loose ends.

Luke, evacuate the building immediately.

What the hell is going on?

Disarm the damn bomb,
or we both blow up in here!

I can't. Only way to disarm it is

- for the other bomb to go off.
- And where is that?

Ask Commander Kane.

What?

Robles? No. No. He wouldn't do this.

I didn't want to believe it either,

but the evidence is there,

even though he killed a lot of
people trying to cover it up.

- Tuxedo One here.
- It's me.

The second bomb is at Wayne.

Do not let anyone touch that button

until I give the all clear.

Copy that. Good luck.

Second bomb's at Wayne Tower.

- Says who?
- An associate.

Batwoman.

Gotcha. Didn't realize
you had associates.

- Just the one.
- Call Kate.

Tell her to stay the hell away

from that building.

- On it.
- Sir, I can deactivate two of the tripwires,

but there's a pressure
plate on your chest.

- If I move it, can...
- No. We'll let it tick down

until we can clear
the area around Wayne.

You move the truck or tamper
with the timer, it blows.

If you don't disarm it, it blows.

- I need him alive.
- Luke.

What are you doing?

Introducing myself

to the guy who killed my father.

Get up.

I said get up!

Look at me!

Luke, this bomb goes off in 5 minutes.

Well, it's a good thing
my dad planned for that.

City's safe.

Now the bomb blows up this
room and only this room.

You really want to die a coward, Robles?

Don't. You're fast, but
you're not that fast.

I'll talk. Just put the gun down.

Why... did you kill... my dad?

- Money.
- Money?

- Whose money?
- That rich asshat Tommy Elliot.

Why would Tommy Elliot
want Lucius Fox dead?

He had a book,

some journal Lucius was writing.

- What journal?
- No idea.

All I know is Tommy
was obsessed with it,

and after I was recruited to The Crows,

I was put on Tommy's personal detail.

He paid me 10 grand to rough Lucius up.

You shot him in the chest!

By mistake. I told your old man

if he didn't give Tommy what he wanted

I would turn my
attention to his kid. You.

That set him off. He charged,

I pulled the trigger,

and then it just snowballed after that.

I framed Reggie, and I spent
the last 4 years just covering up.

Unh!

It's my fault. I started The Crows

to protect Gotham.

Now the whole city's on
lockdown because of me.

Robles going rogue is not your fault.

It's a high-density blast radius.

They're still evacuating.

You should get out of here.

I'm on comms with Batwoman,
waiting for the go-ahead,

so if anything, you should go.

I'm not leaving my boss.

Looks like we're stuck
with each other then.

Luke, we need to get out of here.

There is a bomb strapped
to my dad, and I...

I need to give him the
greenlight to disarm it.

Luke.

He took everything from me.

Killing him...

It won't change what
happened to your dad.

So we just hand him over
to the same court that

convicted Reggie Harris?

No. I'm dealing with this my way.

I killed Cartwright!

What?

- What?
- I didn't want to suit up

because I feel like
a fraud in this thing.

I had every chance to
stop myself, and I didn't.

Luke, the world is short on heroes.

Do not let your anger turn you
into someone that you are not.

Grab his arms.

Julia, hit it!

Do it.

Couldn't have done
this without you, Moore.

Glad to officially be back, sir.

Formalities aside, this is
the start of a major overhaul.

Robles gave up everyone who
took part in Harris's frame job

to avoid the death penalty.

We are draining the swamp.

I'm putting a new strike team in place,

and you are co-heading it.

I'm not capable of running it solo?

So I just got off the
phone with my agency.

Apparently, I've been recruited

to run a Crows strike team.

Co-run technically.

So where do you want to start?

Personal detail, homicide squad?

With burgers. Good ones,

not the garbage you've been
bringing to the motel all week.

Go on then. Twist my arm,

but you're buying.

Company card.

You'll get yours at orientation.

Bomb squad just left.

They're gonna have some
follow-up questions,

but since you weren't here...

Thanks.

I should be thanking you

for talking me off the ledge last night.

That's what partners are for.

Hey. Do you know anything
about this journal

that Tommy Elliot wanted?

Yeah. Let's just say my dad's journals

weren't poems about his feelings.

This was an instruction
manual to building

every piece of Wayne technology.

Phew. Well, it's a good
thing that Batwoman's back.

Why didn't you tell me about Cartwright?

Honestly...

Sometimes I feel like you think I'm

some infallible hero that makes

the right choice every single time.

I just... I didn't want to
see the look on your face

when you realized you were wrong.

I'm not wrong.

I broke Batman's code.

You think you're the only one?

Ever wonder why the Joker hasn't
reared his head in 5 years?

He's not in Arkham, Kate.

Both you and Bruce
stared into the abyss.

The question is how long are you

gonna let it stare back at you?

Okay. So I assume that you've seen this

because you look good.

- Oh. Ha!
- Ha ha ha!

Uh, hi, Mary. Kate's not Batwoman.

That would be a major time suck

from real estate
development, her actual job.

- It's fine. She knows.
- Mm-hmm.

Sh... sh... she knows...
She knows what exact...

Yeah. We don't have to play
this little game anymore.

What game? So you now what, Kate?

You have a showing in 15 minutes.

You should really get going.

I'll let you two work this one out.

Yeah. Great. So you know what?

I'm gonna... you e-mail me
that investment strategy,

and I'll make sure to...
I'll forward you back

some comments about the
building's blueprints,

and we'll make sure
to get on the numbers.

Now you're just saying words.

Time for your therapy, young lady.

It is amazing what I can do

with a sharp edge and a little thread,

Chief Physician Butler.

What do you say we hit up

the ice cream cart
before we skip our way

right out the front door?

I was thinking about what you said

about the allure of this place,

the protection, the anonymity,

the way the walls help the
outside world forget all about us.

Why be rats on the streets of Gotham

when we can be royalty in here?

You will be queen,

and I will be king.

And when everyone has forgotten us,

we'll remind them of who we are,

and they will never,
ever forget us again.

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -