All language subtitles for Titans (2018) - S03E02 - Red Hood.en

[Jason] Previously on Titans...

-Hello?
-I got him!

I got the Joker dead to rights.

Stand down, Jason.

I'm not afraid of him.
I'm not afraid of anything anymore.

-[bell dings]
-[clown cackling]

[Joker laughing]

-Hello?
-You're a Titan.

And this is?

Justin Cole. Las Vegas?

Disco lights and champagne?

I'm a therapist?

Oh, Justin. Hi.

[gasps]

-I'll go anywhere you want.
-We should be apart.

[woman] You think Hank and Dawn are over?

Barbara?

Why would Jason go out on his own?

Know what this is?

A drug Jason was manufacturing.

This is what pushed him over the edge,
sent him out to get his skull bashed in.

[object clatters]

[Bruce] I ended it.

Do what I couldn't. Be a better Batman.

[Dick] Bruce!

[crow cawing]

[woman] I thought you called it.

[man] I thought Perez called it.

Why the fuck would I want
to see any of you?

Especially tonight.

[woman] You hear anything, Valeska?

I've heard plenty.

My guy says he cracked
the Joker's head in two.

One swing and the man's brains
spilled out like wedding soup.

It wasn't him.

We all know the Bat doesn't do murder.

He does now.

[tense music playing]

Well, let's do this again,

when one of you dies.

-[guns cocking]
-What the fuck?

[Red Hood] Open it.

Jimmy.

Like I said, until the next time.

[Red Hood] Open the bag.

-[gunshot]
-[grunts]

[man] Shit. Who the fuck is this guy?

-[gunshot]
-[grunts]

[man screaming]

[dramatic music playing]

[Red Hood] The bag.

[man 2] Oh, shit.

Fuck me.

That's Danny. That's my sister's kid.

[Red Hood] All your number twos
are in there.

Who the fuck are you?

[Red Hood] I'm the guy you want
on your side. I can protect you.

From the Bat?

[Red Hood] Batman's gone. I retired him.

Check the sky every night.

No more Bat-Signals.
The nightmare is over.

Any problems with cops or other masks,
I take care of it from now on.

It'll cost you 40% of what you make.

And trust me,
you're about to make a lot more.

Fuck this.

[grunts]

[Red Hood] Any more questions?

[theme music playing]

["Spirit in the Sky" playing]

Hi.

They said you were undercover before this.

Yeah.

Vice?

Gangs?

Narcotics?

A little bit of everything.

Wow. How long you been on the force?

You ask a lot of questions,
Tod with one D.

No, I... It's just funny, you know.

You show up a few months ago,
nobody knows from where.

People are whispering IA.

I'm not IA.

I was with a special branch
of law enforcement before this.

Like Secret Service?

I was a bird, Tod.

A big, red bird with latex talons
and a composite beak-like helmet.

Okay, Mr. Mystery.
[clicks tongue] Have it your way.

[officer] Twentieth and Grand.
Shots fired.

-I'll take the tunnel.
-I'll take Twentieth.

[bike bell dinging]

[Hank] Stop running!

[Dove grunts]

-[Hank] That was fast.
-Yeah.

[man groans]

He practically delivered himself to me.

[Hank] You wanna grab a coffee?

I... I have a lunch.

Oh, yeah.

Boat salesman.

The broker.

-Um, I'll be around if you need me.
-[softly] Yeah.

We still got it.

[Dove] Always will.

[handcuffs clicking]

[reporter over TV] Late breaking news
confirmed by several sources.

The man who terrorized Gotham
for a generation,

known only as the Joker, is dead.

Brutally murdered last night
in Arkham Asylum.

Prison staffers have speculated
the assailant was the Batman.

Police have yet to confirm this.
Calls to health...

Of course, Mr. Mayor. Yeah. Night and day.

No special dispensation.

Can I help you?

-I'm Dick Grayson.
-Yeah, I know.

-You picked a nice time for a reunion.
-And you are?

[Barbara] Thanks, Vee.

11:20 last night, Bruce's jet took off.
Changed IFR in mid-air.

Nobody knows where he touched down.
Except maybe you?

[scoffs] I wish I did.

What happened?

I was asleep.

Bruce came into my room
and dropped a bloody crowbar.

Said it was over with the Joker,
that he ended it.

Then he said he was done
with Gotham, the Bat, all of it.

That's it? No note? Marching orders?

He said, "Be a better Batman."

[scoffs]

That's some fucked up parent jujitsu.

-Trying to reel you back with...
-[indistinct radio chatter]

Trying to reel you back home
with "Be a better me, son."

[sighs]

You're not serious.

I can't leave now, can I?

You know how crazy that is?
Trying to step into your father's shoes?

I do, Commissioner Gordon.

Right. Be a better Batman, huh?

Bruce wasn't perfect, okay?

He got sloppy,
let it get personal with the Joker.

And when Gotham takes one of yours?

I won't go around Gotham
swinging a crowbar.

I'm sorry.

We'll see.

Any other headlines?

I'm bringing in the Titans.

Are you sure about that?

[reporter] Arriving from San Francisco,
the Titans were spotted in Gotham City

just one day after the Joker
was murdered in Arkham Asylum.

They didn't answer questions,

but sources say the timing
of their appearance is not coincidental.

First Robin's murder, then Joker...

[Dick] Thanks for coming
on such short notice.

I wish it was under better circumstances.

[Kory chuckles] Nobody calls us
under better circumstances.

I appreciate you for coming.

But I should warn you,
you're not in San Francisco.

This city breeds
a special class of criminal.

People die here.

Not just regular people. People like us.

I don't wanna lose anybody else.

We know what we're up against.

You're family.
We'd never let you do this alone.

Can we see the Batsuit?

No.

Uh, the Batmobile?

-Guys.
-What?

-He made me ask.
-I did not.

Dick.

There'll be time for all that.
We need to focus on the task at hand.

Word's out in Gotham that Batman's gone.

News like that travels fast.
We'll have our hands full.

Get some food and get some rest.
It could be a long night.

[automated voice]
Incoming call from Barbara Gordon.

Looks like it already started.

[indistinct chatter]

[man] This is Hoskins.

Yeah, go ahead.

[Barbara] Her name is Ann Williams,
a 34-year-old marketing consultant.

No record, no religious groups,
no terrorist affiliations.

-Married?
-She's a widow.

Has a seven-year-old daughter.

-[Dick] Where is she?
-We're looking.

She ask for a lawyer?

She hasn't said a word
since we brought her in.

She just brought this note,
asking to talk to Nightwing.

[Dick] Looks like it was written
on the back of a textbook page.

Play it.

[tense music playing]

[keyboard clicks]

She's terrified.

Red hood.

Joker started out his career wearing one.

You think it might be related?

I hope not.

[Ann] "The Lord is my shepherd."

"I shall not want."

"He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures."

[footsteps approaching]

[whimpering]

[Nightwing] You asked to speak to me?

Can you speak?

Mmm-mmm.

The red hood you were wearing,

is that something to do with the Joker?

Why do you wanna talk to me?

[shudders]

Who did that to you?

Am I supposed to call that?

"Seven, three, five, seven,
two, zero, two, six, six, zero."

-[typing]
-[line ringing]

[gasping]

You okay? Hey.

[whimpering] Make it stop.

Hang up the call! Hang up the call.

[whimpers]

Make it stop!

[gasps]

We found Ann's daughter wandering
around the bus station an hour ago.

Also wearing a red hood.

She says some strange man in a mask
snatched her out of bed.

So Ann wasn't working alone.

Or he used the kid to coerce her.

No money, no political manifestos.

Doesn't sound like a Joker copycat to me.

So what does he want?

What's any terrorist want?

Create chaos, paranoia,
fear, the noisy kind.

Toxicology came back.

She had a subdermal
drug delivery system in her arm.

Our guy said it was
some sort of Flakka derivation,

like nuclear bath salts.

They juiced her
with some serious chemical strength.

A bomb and pharmacology.

Points to a science background,
maybe military.

That narrows it down
a few hundred thousand.

Probably with a mental health issue too.
Might help narrow the profile.

I wasn't gonna mention this,

but for cases like these, we've been
using a consultant, like a profiler.

We've gotten good results,
but you're not gonna like it.

Okay.

You're really not gonna like it.

-Scarecrow.
-What?

Told you you wouldn't like it.

You know, Batman put him in Arkham
years ago for a reason.

Oh, he's still there.
He's just helping us out on the side.

He's nuts. You're taking advice
from a fucking crazy person?

It was Bruce's idea.

He thought that Crane had value.
And so far, he's been right.

When it comes to profiling
the criminally insane, I hate to admit it,

but he's the best that we've got.

And after what happened today,
I think that we need the best.

I'll call ahead, make an introduction.

"I, Richard D. Grayson,
under no circumstances,

not death, nor love, nor loneliness,
will ever give comfort to fear."

Welcome to Camp Cruel and Unusual.

[gasping]

[breathing heavily]

[Gar] This is insane.

Batman's actual books.

"The Red Book" by Carl Jung.

"Original 1959 estate manuscript."

"Meditations of the Emperor
Marcus Aurelius Antoninus."

-What are you doing?
-What?

Don't put food on his books, man.
Were you raised in a barn?

[chuckles] Test tube, actually.

Hey, does Superman have a library?

Mmm. I don't know.

I feel like he's got a whole bunch
of space rocks and shit.

[speaking Tamaranian]

Oh, hey, Kory,
you gotta check this out, it's...

[speaking Tamaranian]

Uh, Kory?

[Kory continues speaking Tamaranian]

Kory, talk to me.

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[tense music playing]

Please tell me that was a grease fire.

[cell phone ringing]

The famous Starfire
finally returns a call.

[Kory] Sorry, Justin. I've been a rat.

No, that's okay.

Been busy saving San Francisco,
now Gotham.

What's going on?

Um, we had a death in the family.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Jesus.

Is there anything I can do?

Actually, there is.

I had a couple of strange episodes.
I didn't know who else to call.

I really don't know what to make of them.

Grief can do that.

Yeah?

Crying and laughing and drinking,
sleeping with strangers.

I wish it was that kind. It's not.

This is more of, um...

Blacking-out-in-the-middle-of-the-day-
and-torching-the-walls kind of episode.

Ah...

That kind.

You've heard of that?

What you described sounds like
a violent parasomnia episode.

That's usually when
our subconscious is saying, "Yo,

something's not right down here."

So I'm nuts.

Yep. Like the rest of us.

If it happens again, call me.
Maybe I can prescribe something.

Thanks.

And if it doesn't happen again,
you can call me anyway.

I will.

[eerie music playing]

[door opens]

Which cell?

He's on the end. Only one down here.

Doctor Crane?

[duct tape rustling]

[Dr. Crane] Weed.

Look, if you want my help, and you do,
I'm gonna need some high-quality flower.

I'm talking 70-30 sativa.

Lemon Lyric my favorite,
but I'm not a name-brand whore.

Just get me in the ballpark.
Anything above 25% THC.

We can have our little tête-à-tête.

[object thuds]

[Dick] You're doing the stoner act, huh?

It's not an act.
It helps my brain slow down.

Arkham isn't really
a venue for depressants.

Gotham PD actually has you on the payroll?

[sighs]

No. But when I'm a good little doggie,
they give me my treats.

A woman killed herself today, Doctor.
Very strange case.

[chuckling]

I heard.

She asked for a new guy, Nightwing.

Poor Batman. I mean,
the dude has one little murdering spree

and all of a sudden,
he's yesterday's news, right?

[chuckles]

You got rolling papers?

Ah.

I love you, brother. Love ya.

Ah.

Somebody installed
a subdermal drug pump in her arm.

Yeah. Barb sent over a cheat sheet.
It's a vicious little fucker.

Although, if we're being honest,
a subcutaneous drug pump,

that's too clever by half,
but A-plus for originality.

The victim was a mother
afraid of losing her child.

So afraid she murdered four strangers.

Wait, wait, wait.
When Barb said your name, it...

It rung a little bell in my head.

The, uh, carney kid
that Bruce Wayne took in for PR?

You're that Dick Grayson?

You know who I am?

They're just stories, Biblical brother.

I mean, really, you ditched
the family safety net,

you flee swinging Wayne Manor,

and then years later,
like the motherfucking prodigal son,

home again, home again, jiggety jig.

I didn't come here to talk about myself.

If you've read the file,
maybe you have ideas?

Well, do you have a light?

No. Sorry.

That's okay. I got connections.

Yes. The file.

Now...

[clears throat] Um...

My best guess, and it's just a guess,

is that, uh, he somehow knows
who this Nightwing character really is,

and he has some sort of jealousy complex.

-That's it?
-That's it.

Maybe he has a background in explosives,

so, military, construction,
maybe just an Internet moog.

Okay. It's nice to see that higher
learning wasn't wasted on you.

Thanks for your help.

It's the Bird's Opening.

What?

It's the Bird's Opening.

It's one of the oldest known
openings in chess.

It was made famous in 1855
by Henry Edward Bird.

It's a classic king-pawn opening.

The two are connected,
relying on each other.

The king moves stealthily
in the shadows, while the...

The pawns are sent into the teeth
of destruction so that he may advance.

-You got all that from the cheat sheet?
-Yeah.

The note, it's written on the back
of a page torn from a chess manual.

It's just his opening move.

[Dick] "F4, D5, knight F3, G6,

E3, bishop G7, bishop E2,
knight F6, castles, castles."

-Is it some kind of code?
-It's the Bird's Opening, chess moves.

I'm running the piece and board numbers,
looking at all the combinations.

[Kory] For what?

Telephone number, bank accounts...

[breathes deeply]

Needle in a haystack.

Robin.

The Bird's Opening, Robin.

That can't be random.

Ann lived at 2289 Blue Bird Way.

[typing]

Get a list of all the Gotham streets
with bird names.

There's five in Gotham.

"Blue Bird, Condor Court, Finch Street,
Falcon Way, and Eagle Crest."

I'll see if the numbers
correlate to actual addresses

and the addresses of the next victims.

[heavy thud]

-I pedaled as fast as I could.
-[chuckles] Hank!

-How you doing, Kory? Good to see you.
-Hi.

About time.

Hey, buddy.

So we suitin' up?

[laughing]

What the fuck?
You just show up? No phone call?

Phone call?

You left me a message
saying you were going out of town.

Then I see the news.

-You weren't gonna tell me you were here?
-[scoffs]

-I don't have to tell you my every move.
-Oh! Guess I'm fuzzy on the rules.

The rules are you do your thing,
I do mine.

Okay. Well, this is kinda my thing too.

[scoffs]

Look, when Donna died,
I let you follow me to DC

because we both had roots there,
it made sense.

It still does.

Except I still wanna suit up,
answer the call. You don't.

It's not that simple.

Putting on the Hawk suit
and not being together kinda sucked.

Are you planning on going back to DC?

I don't know.

[sighs]

That doesn't look like an overnight bag.

Well, this is Gotham.

If you're gonna Dove, I'm gonna Hawk.

[chuckles]

Let's go. We have work to do.

Next time, send a text.

[imperceptible]

[siren blaring]

Nobody in the back.

Hey, we cleared Finch Street.

Any luck on Eagle Crest?

Nothing. Conner called,
he and Gar came up empty.

We're too late.

-[line beeping]
-Hold on.

Talk to me.

Dick. It's Barb. We've got a problem.

Bank robbery in progress.
Four armed men and hostages.

We don't know how many.

I wasn't gonna call you,
but they're all wearing red hoods.

Let's go.

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music playing]

[Nightwing] Hey.

They have hostages but they won't
talk to us. They've issued no demands.

It's not a bank robbery.
Pull back your men.

-Pull back?
-It's a setup, like with Ann Williams.

They're being forced into this.
I think it's the same person behind it.

So we just pull back,
wait for the mayhem to start?

No, I can go in and talk to them.
They're not criminals, they're parents.

They think their children are in danger.

Gar and Conner are searching
for the kids now.

That's the leverage.
We find them, this goes away.

Call your men off and let us handle it.

If you're wrong,
this is gonna be a bloodbath.

We got this.

[sighs]

Stand down!

[officers yelling indistinctly]

[Nightwing] All right. Each of us
has a gunman to contain.

Remember, they're not professionals.

They're scared and may be on drugs.

Don't be surprised if they're irrational.

No sudden moves, no loud voices.
The calmer, the better.

[woman crying] Please.

[gunman 1] Come on, come on, in the bag.

[woman crying] Please don't.

[gunman 2] It's time.

Do it.

He has my son.

He has our kids.

[Nightwing] Wait.

[gunman 1] Stay back!

Easy, everyone just relax.

You don't have to do this.

We know somebody took your children
and forced you into this.

We'll find them and bring them
back to you safe and sound.

Nobody needs to get hurt.

We found the kids.

They're safe and sound.

The kids are safe, we found them.

Now put your guns down.

Nobody needs to get hurt.

This is over.

[gunman 1] No, it's not over.

Not yet.

Conner?

[Conner] The people in the bank,

they aren't the parents.

Now it's over.

[beeping]

[dramatic music playing]

[imperceptible]

[alarm ringing]

They walked out with $25 million
and drove off with my men two blocks away.

You practically gave them a police escort.

We got played. I'm sorry, but it happens.

Didn't happen with Batman.

"Be a better Batman,"
I believe were the instructions, Dick.

Whoever this is,
this is exactly what they want.

-Which is?
-Mistrust between us.

[scoffs] They should've called first.
That box was already checked.

Those guys at the bank
looked like Perez's people.

I find them, I find out
who's running this show.

The people who have sworn
to defend Gotham will handle it.

The ones in this building.

I can help.

I stood down for you tonight.

Nobody else could've
convinced me to do that.

-It wasn't professional.
-Right.

Keep it professional.

I'm sorry we failed you tonight.

The city is on edge
and it's my job to protect them.

Not yours.

This is a police matter.

[Dick] Hey, man.

What you eating?

I don't know.

Uh, Gar made it, I think.
Some kind of meat thing.

That's Krypto's.

[both chuckle]

How'd it go with Barbara?

She said she wants
to keep it professional.

Oh, the breakup and work-together thing
is not for amateurs.

-There's nothing between us anymore.
-Course.

-Serious.
-Oh, yeah, sure.

You want me to go out and grab a shovel,
help you dig a little deeper? [chuckles]

I disappointed her. Fucked it up again.

[inhales and exhales]

Bruce wouldn't have fallen
for that bank shit.

Yeah, nobody's perfect.

Not even Bruce.

He sure wasn't the other night.

Yeah, that must have been tough to see.

Before he took off, he asked me to stay.

Said the city's mine.

That's kinda like, uh,
asking your adult son to move back home,

sleep in your bed, wear your old slippers.

-It's a little weird.
-Yeah.

It was good to see the Hawk today.

Yeah, it felt good.

-I got some repairs done.
-Stu?

He wanted 40K for re-conditioning.

Found a lady at a dry cleaner,
did it for 100 bucks.

[chuckles]

It looked good. Though Dawn tells me
you rocked bike shorts back in DC.

Hey, those are pursuit
and attack shorts, motherfucker.

Let me go check on Kory,
see how she's doing.

Hey.

Whoever this is fucking with us,
he's going down.

And we're gonna be the ones to do it.

So chin fucking up, amigo.

Chin up.

Whenever you're ready.

I know what you're doing.

Psyops. Mastered by the Russians.

[chuckles] You do know
I'm from another planet, right?

Allegedly.

Do you always get this way
when you get competitive?

By this way, I mean insane.

I'm problem solving.

Bird's Opening, the answer's right in
front of us, hidden in plain sight.

[chuckles] Speaking of Russians,

this guy, uh, Bobby Fischer
had his fillings removed.

He thought the Russians
were using it as a radio transmitter.

-[Gar] Stop.
-It's a fact.

Uh, hold on.
Fischer took out his own fillings?

Uh, not sure if I should talk or not.

He did it because he thought
the Russians were trying to beat him.

[chuckles] It was a defensive move.

[sighs] We're looking
at this the wrong way.

The answer isn't figuring out more
Bird's Opening moves. It's how we beat it.

Conner, top five defensive moves
against Bird's Opening.

I wouldn't. He's on a roll.

"From's Gambit,
uh, the modern defense, fianchetto..."

Fianchetto.

-"Hobbs Gambit."
-Hobbs?

"Unsound but nonetheless
interesting and uncommon."

No, not that. Hobbs Powder Group.
They used to make explosives.

Batman and I shut them down
for street dealing.

There's a 911 call, two minutes ago,
coming from the Hobbs building.

[operator] 911 operator.
What's your emergency?

[man] A man. I saw him
take this woman into a building.

She was screaming, he had a gun.

-[operator] Where are you?
-Outside the Hobbs building.

He took her inside,
he had a red hood over his head.

Bogus call. He's leading them into a trap.

Call Barbara.

I don't think she's taking my calls.

-[sighs]
-We have to stop those cops.

[Dick] Let's get the spike strips.

[siren wailing]

Cops should've been here by now.

[Beast Boy roars and growls]

-[man] What the...
-[gun cocks]

[Starfire] Hey, there.

["Sail On!" playing]

What the fuck?

[Beast Boy growls]

All clear here.

[Hawk] Maybe you can help me.

[grunts]

I've always puzzled over something.

A chicken or egg kinda question.

Nature or nurture?

Are you born an asshole?
Or you just wake up one day and you're...

The world's biggest douche bird.

I guess we'll never know.

All clear.

[tense music playing]

[Red Hood] What took you so long?

I got here as soon as I could.

[Red Hood] Thought I'd have
to hire a skywriter.

Nice work on the chess clue though.

It wasn't me. I had my team working on it.

Looks like you had a team too.

[Red Hood] They were expendable,
just like the Titans.

Who are you?

[Red Hood] The one they'll run to
when you let them down.

Gotham,

it's mine now.

We'll see about that.

[suspenseful music playing]

[gun cocks]

[Red Hood] Oh, come on, man.

You know the tune.

Outgunned, outmanned.

Just throw in the towel
and I promise I'll be gentle.

[groans]

[both grunting]

Bruce always told me
you were better than me with the toys.

Jason?

In living color.

I got a new name now though.

You'll be hearing it a lot around here.

Red Hood.

-[grunts]
-[gunshots continue]

["Bad Bite" playing]

♪ Whoo! Whoo! ♪

♪ Oh, all right ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Celebrate ♪

♪ I've got a back pocket full of riffs ♪

♪ If you stick around
I'll let you see 'em all ♪

♪ 'Cause some fires can't be unlit ♪

♪ Celebrate ♪

♪ Love is a fickle beast ♪

♪ With fiscal immunities ♪

♪ Should I get out before I drown? ♪

♪ Do you kiss your mother
With that ugly mouth? ♪

♪ Ah, celebrate ♪

♪ We are one and the same ♪

♪ I think we sing the very same song ♪

♪ We are one and the same ♪

♪ I think we sing the very same song ♪

♪ We're just bones and teeth ♪

♪ We're just bones and teeth ♪

♪ We're just bones and teeth ♪

♪ We're just bones and teeth ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ Oh, honey
You just love me for my riffs ♪

♪ Come on! ♪

♪ Yeah ♪