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[Dick] Previously on Titans...

[Barbara] They walked out with $25 million.

We got played.

"Be a better Batman" were the instructions.

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

I appreciate you for coming.

-I should warn you... -Stop!

[Dick] This city breeds a special class of criminal.

-People like us die. -We know what we're up against.

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

Cases like these, we've been using a consultant. Scarecrow.

-You're taking advice from a crazy person. -He's the best we've got.

Dr. Crane? Gotham PD actually has you on the payroll?

When I'm a good little doggie, they give me my treats.

I pedaled as fast as I could.

-How you doing? Good to see you. -[laughing] Hi.

What the fuck! You just show up.

You messaged you were going out of town, then I see the news.

I don't have to tell you everything.

Putting on the Hawk suit and not being together sucked.

Fuck the Joker.

-[bell dinging] -[laughing maniacally]

[Joker laughing]

-[man panting, grunting] -[soil rustling]

[digging]

[Red Hood] What took you so long?

[both grunting]

Jason?

I got a new name now though. Red Hood.

No.

[theme music playing]

There was a dead body. Jason's body.

-Bruce saw it with his own eyes. -Maybe he was confused.

Bruce doesn't do confused.

-I don't wanna say it but... -It was Jason. I saw him.

How'd he do it?

Somebody do some kind of voodoo act and raise him from the dead?

-Bruce knows people. -[Dick] He knows nothing about this.

He never would've killed the Joker if Jason was alive.

-Then Ra's al Ghul? -Unlikely, he's in Khadym.

If someone's bringing people back to life, maybe they can bring Donna back.

A little early for Easter, but someone resurrected the little assbite.

Or he faked his death well enough to fool even Bruce.

He sure as shit didn't do it on his own.

[Kory] Whatever's happened, he's changed.

The kid always had issues, but he was not a full-blown psychopath.

He could be using.

When I got to Gotham, I found a place where he was cooking.

I tested a few samples in the batcomputer, no hits.

Fuck's sake. Enough with the paralysis by analysis.

Everyone's trying to figure out what happened, Hank.

[Dick] He's right. We figure out the how and why later.

-Jason's out there, we need to stop him. -Do what you want.

But if it ends up him versus me, kid's going down.

So now we're killing Jason?

-He wrote his own ticket. -[scoffs]

He starts taking people out, game's over.

Look, we find him first. Start in the place he was cooking.

What are you doing?

Fueling up.

Could be a long day.

You need to give everybody a minute to get their heads around this.

We all thought Jason was dead.

Now we're talking about him like he's some Gotham supervillain.

I think you mean supervillain wannabe.

This is Jason we're talking about. It makes it complicated for everybody.

We need to forget he's Jason. Put blinders on.

Otherwise people get soft and someone gets hurt.

No one's getting soft. Dick's just trying to do what Bruce wants.

-Why? Because Jason's his brother? -Yes.

He's not mine.

Give me ten seconds alone with him, I'll make him wish he stayed dead.

Just dial it down a notch, okay? Everybody here knows what they need to do.

-What about you? -What about me?

Are you up to it?

You know the answer to that.

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah?

[panting] I know I fucked up. Please, you gotta help me out.

Jason?

Hey, you there?

Yeah, shit, I shouldn't have called you. Is anybody else with you?

No, just me. Talk to me, pal.

Hank? You gotta believe me, man, okay?

All of this shit I've done, it's not my fault.

I don't know what's happening to me. Something's wrong with me.

Where are you?

I can't tell you. Dick will kill me.

I just wanted to talk to somebody,

and you're the only one who tries to listen to me.

Fuck. This was a mistake. I gotta go.

No, Jason... Jason, wait.

I can help you. Just tell me where you are.

-Then you'll tell Dick. -No, I won't.

It's just you and me.

[sighs]

[batcomputer] Good morning, Mr. Logan. How can I help you?

-Send message to Bruce Wayne. -No contact found.

-Bullshit. -Language, Mr. Logan.

Do you prefer French? Record audio message.

Ready to record.

Hey, Bruce. This is Gar.

I know you gotta be checking in from somewhere

'cause Batman wouldn't abandon the only family he has.

You gotta come back to Gotham, man.

They're saying Jason's alive.

He needs your help.

We need your help.

[Conner] Really think he'll hear that?

Between sipping martinis, I figure he's got time.

Just under 48 hours ago we were kicking ass in San Francisco.

Now the whole world has turned upside down.

I don't understand it either, but...

But if Jason's alive and killing innocent people, we have to stop him.

It's what Titans do.

Yeah, but normally when we do it, we're not hunting down one of our own.

[slow song playing on speakers]

Are we going anywhere or you just seeing the sights?

I'll let you know. Just keep driving.

[sighs] Come on, you little shit, don't bail on me now.

[cell phone ringing]

-Hey, man. -Hey.

Thought I lost you, are you okay?

I mean, no. Not really. Are you alone?

Just me and, uh...

Ezekiel.

Who's that?

Cab driver, relax. [chuckles]

So, where are we going?

Go to the old Gotham observatory.

Gotham Observatory.

[Ezekiel] Tourist.

Okay, I'm here.

Okay.

[Jason] Your cell can be tracked. Destroy it.

I'm not calling anyone.

I'm sorry. It's not you I don't trust.

Dick's a fucking psycho. He could be following you right now.

Destroy it and then what?

[line disconnects]

[cell phone ringing]

There better be a chalupa at the end of this.

-Gotham City Gym. -You sure?

-Board of Health closed it down. -Just go!

[door opens]

[door closes]

Jason?

[rats squeaking]

Awesome.

[cell phone ringing]

I'm here, where are you?

[Jason] Take off your shirt and pants to prove you're not wired.

Come on, really?

Okay. Okay.

[sighs]

What next? Full monty?

[chuckles] You said it.

Remember, I work for tips.

Happy now? See? No wires.

You start talking about a glove, it's gonna cost extra.

Swim to the other end.

In this shit? What, you think I got a tracker under my junk?

If you can't do it, neither can I.

[Hank] You're welcome.

All right, no more games.

I'm here.

[grunts]

Good to see ya, Hank.

[Dawn] Where the hell did he go?

Couple minutes later, he leaves, gets in a cab.

Now his phone's off the grid.

-Can you pull the plate? -I'll try.

[Dawn] We talked in the kitchen, everything was fine.

I told him to dial it down a notch.

[Hank] Present and accounted for.

[groans softly]

Hank! What happened?

Just get it out of me.

Oh, my God. Is that a bomb?

It's a gift. From our pal, Jason.

Oh, good. You found him.

Or not?

You went and talked to Jason by yourself?

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Give me a shot of whiskey and get it out.

I'm all for not touching that thing until we find out how it works.

-Conner, look inside, tell us what it is. -Yeah.

[heart thumping]

Wow.

-This is pretty bitching. -[Dawn] Conner!

[clears throat] It has anti-retraction barbs

that hold the device in place.

It's embedded in the pectoralis major, right through to the aortic arch.

No part of that sounded good.

The engineering is incredibly nuanced.

[drawing in super speed]

The bomb's designed to tolerate insertion, not retraction.

These barbs in Hank's chest, they have sensors.

If those sensors detect too much force, it'll explode.

What if we remove it surgically?

Same outcome. Once activated, it's designed to kill.

That fucking little shit.

This whole thing is engineered to read EKG signals.

The countdown isn't seconds, it's the number of heartbeats he has left.

What do you mean, countdown?

When it gets down to zero...

Jason can't actually want Hank to die, right?

[cell phone ringing]

I have a feeling we're about to find out.

I'm listening.

About time. How's my buddy, Hank?

Whatever you want, killing Hank is no way to get it.

-Still trying to tell me what to do? -Enough. Tell me how we end this.

$50 million in gold bars

are being delivered at one o'clock to Gotham Central.

If you want Hank to stay in one piece, bring them to me.

This isn't about the money for you.

I could wire that right now and it'd all be over.

And rob Gotham of a good show, circus boy?

Bring me the gold and I'll deactivate the device.

Never gonna happen.

Do it your way, Dick. That always turns out well.

Gold bars? Did he have a white cat on his lap too?

What did you tell him?

Fucking N-O, I hope. No way we negotiate with terrorists.

We're just gonna call his bluff? Jason's crazy.

Where I come from, you come after family, we show no mercy.

How much time do we have left?

The average resting heart rate is 80 beats per minute.

-Mine's a little closer to 72. -4,300 beats per hour...

Less than four hours.

All right, get him on a beta blocker drip.

It'll slow down his heart rate and buy us some time.

Hey.

You're not seriously letting Hank call the shots.

-That's not the plan. We find Jason. -How?

The building where he was cooking was torched last night.

So he's covering his tracks.

I'll send Kory to GCPD, see what leads Barbara's got.

[scoffs] If she doesn't roll out the red carpet, what's plan B?

We focus on reeling Jason back in. We play our game, not his.

Our game is to save Hank, not Jason.

It's not one or the other.

Let's just keep our priorities straight.

[male newsreader 1] A police standoff is underway in the Gotham suburbs.

The suspect involved in a violent road rage...

[female newsreader 1] Southeast Gotham is currently under evacuation orders.

[male newsreader 2] The victim, a student at Gotham State College, was...

[female newsreader 2] The driver suffered fatal burns.

Residents not in the area are asked to stay away.

[sniffing]

I took my eye off the ball. I knew he was screwing with me.

Wasn't your fault.

[EKG beeping steadily]

-I should have had him! -[beeping rapidly]

Stop. You're making your heart beat faster.

What's this?

It's a carotid massage. Someone's gotta keep your heart rate down.

[beeping slowly]

You just want an excuse to get into bed with me.

Stop planning your next orgy and relax.

-Who says an orgy's not relaxing? -[barks]

-Don't encourage him. -That's my boy.

[door buzzing]

Grayson.

And they say there's no such thing as a merciful God.

Eighth of Lemon Lyric.

High-grade sativa backcrossed with Blue Dream F-One.

It's good shit, or so I'm told.

I don't think our guy is working alone.

Someone's got his ear, I need a profile.

What makes you so sure he's not capable of doing it all on his own?

He's a follower, drawn to brighter lights.

-Maybe he's looking for a father figure. -Sure.

To fill the void. You know, a daddy that flew the coop.

Or to replace a daddy he's rebelling against.

[breathes deeply]

Ooh. Oh, I like that. That's very good.

It's the old, uh, mentor-slash-patricide combo. [blows]

Gotham criminal, a father figure, someone who likes a grand gesture.

Huh. Yeah. Yeah.

I'd say, uh, the Joker, you know, but the Bat snuffed that out.

Um, I'm gonna have to rack my brain on this one.

His search for daddy, it's going to affect everything.

-How he fights, why he fights. -Meaning?

Meaning that he's in a battle with his father,

so he's going to use the weapons of his father.

The abused becomes the abuser.

Hey, Grayson, where you going? You just got here, buddy ol' pal.

NSA database, INTERPOL, I've searched everywhere

for bomb specs matching Hank's device. No hits.

'Cause you're not searching under Wayne Enterprises.

-Bruce is making weapons to kill people? -Good question.

-[batcomputer] Database access granted. -[excitedly] Sick!

Search explosives, EKG, anything surgical.

-On it. -[typing]

I synched up with Hank's device to keep track of how much time we have left.

-[computer beeps] -I got a hit.

"Surgical EKG Detonation Implant. Wayne Tech." Patented and everything.

-Specs are there? -[Conner] Reading them now.

[scrolling in super speed]

To save Hank we have to go up against Batman technology?

It's designed to outperform

the military's most sophisticated electromagnetic explosives.

Any duplicates on the market? A customer with a deactivator we can modify?

[sighs] Hank's was the first prototype.

I need you to build a deactivator using these blueprints.

You read through those schematics faster than any human could, you can do this.

Reading is just assimilating other people's work.

You want me to build something this complex in less than three hours?

Yeah.

[scoffs]

-You got this. -[grunts]

I wanted the Titans out of Gotham,

but instead I get one rising from the dead.

My lucky day.

Jason's not a Titan anymore. And there's no way he did this on his own.

So we're looking for the live person who helped resurrect the dead person?

I need to see the morgue security footage to see if his body was left unattended.

After what you guys pulled last night, I'm not exactly in a giving mood.

Hank's attached to a bomb. I'm not asking.

[beeping]

-[Hank] What are you calculating? -Beta blockers.

I think we can bump you to ten milligrams.

So how much time does that buy me, 20 minutes?

Maybe more if I watch golf? [laughs]

How about something to eat?

[Hank] If this is my last meal you are not cooking it.

[chuckles] Not even my amazing frittata?

Gotta speak your truth.

Yo, Krypto, go heat-vision me up some hotdogs.

[growls softly]

See if you can sniff out some bourbon while you're at it.

-[Krypto barks] -[Hank chuckles softly]

If Alfred greets me at the pearly gates, I'll tell him he's got competition.

-You're not meeting Alfred. -You think he's in hell?

Stop.

-Think I'll go to hell? -You're not going anywhere.

I don't know, if I was a betting man, I'd say... [clicks tongue]

[sobbing] Hank, stop, please.

You're gonna make it.

You're not leaving me in this shithole world without you, okay?

-Was that a pity kiss 'cause I'm dying? -[chuckles]

[sniffles]

You're choosing eternity with Alfred over me?

You wouldn't dare.

Come here.

[both breathing heavily]

-I'm such an idiot. -[whimpering] Mmm-hmm.

I screwed everything up.

Yeah. You're gonna keep screwing it up.

And if I can't, I want you to know...

No.

Dawn...

[footsteps receding]

The original deactivator functions remotely

and the lock's coded with a precise electrical charge...

[beeps]

...that I have to match.

How many more tries do you think it'll take?

-[sighs] -[beeps]

There are over 1.5 million permutations.

[sighs]

Failure rate's gotta be zero or Hank dies.

-[computer beeps] -[sighs]

Thanks for the reminder.

Vee, pull up the morgue. Tuesday morning, 0700.

-[typing] -Love me a little morgue in the morning.

Bet you wish you'd stayed in San Francisco.

What I'd give for an oat milk cortado.

[scoffs] Gotham's got a whole mess of cortados.

Crime family that deals synthetic opioids.

[Vee typing]

That guy, back it up.

Baseball hat.

But he's supposed to be wheeling the body out back.

That's the door to the coroner's locker room.

Check the locker room back exit. Side alley.

[typing]

Camera was out. Our friend covered his tracks.

Back inside, find the next time we spot him.

-[gasps] -[voice whispering]

Maybe when we get to the other side of this,

you can convince Dick to move back to San Francisco

before this city eats him alive.

Him and me, both.

Baseball fanboy's coming out of the back door.

Four minutes later.

Plenty of time to take Jason's body out of there.

[computer beeps]

[Dick] How's the patient?

Hungry, as always. You should talk to him.

I don't know what to say.

I go in that room, it's for one reason only, to say goodbye.

-I can't do it. I'm not giving up. -Are you watching the clock?

The gold bar delivery is in 45 minutes.

-We're not heisting an armored truck. -Why? Because Batman wouldn't?

Because that's exactly what Jason wants.

A game to make us look like criminals, to turn Gotham against us.

You're willing to let a friend die to keep that from happening?

[cell phone ringing]

What's up?

Video footage of one of Jason's henchmen.

Helped him disappear from the morgue.

Name's Cyrus Beake. Lives at 622 Logan Street.

All right, I'm on it. I gotta go. Kory's got a lead on Jason.

-How good a lead? -We're moving on all fronts.

Conner's running at full speed. I'm closing in on Jason. We'll get this.

Tell Hank... Tell Hank I'll call him.

[all grunting]

Security breach! We need backup!

[dialing]

[line ringing]

Now what?

I'm sure Hank will be proud.

-Just tell me where to meet. -Come alone, or the party's over.

And with that, someone's got a flight to catch.

[yelps and sobs]

Oh. [chuckles]

[heart thumping]

[inhales deeply]

[exhales]

Put the butter on your plate. Oh, my God.

[laughing]

You wanna sleep over? On the couch, that's all.

Oh, is that all?

Oh, he's beautiful.

They pair for life.

Henry, old man. The boys have got the catamaran idling.

-They're just waiting on their captain. -[Hank] Thank you, Garfield.

Let the boys know we'll take her out tonight.

Think this place has a big enough chandelier?

When bats have sex, they gotta have something to hang from.

[both chuckle]

Uh, Gotham is Bruce's mess. Why did we even come here?

Oh, I just came back 'cause I got the hots for Dawn.

Love's a bitch.

Never learn my lesson.

-How are you holding up? -Me?

This is less than great.

You hung up the suit.

You were out.

Yeah. Maybe it's a sign.

That you should've never left DC?

That I never should've left my family.

That's not what you do, no matter what.

So what? This is...

This is karma?

I don't know.

But I'm not ready to go.

It's not my time yet.

I got too much left to do.

[inhales sharply]

And so do you.

Get the hell out of here.

I'm counting on you bozos to get me out of this mess. [chuckles]

An evening sail.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

See how the main sail sets.

Aye, aye, Captain.

[horn honking]

-[man grunts] -Oh, Shit!

[horn honks]

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah?

[Jason] Oh, Cyrus, always dropping in at a bad time.

Show me your face. We end this now.

[cell phone beeps]

[tires screeching]

-Gar, where we at? -[Gar] Conner's getting close.

-How close? -Under 6% failure rate now.

[Dick] Call me as soon as he gets it.

-Call Hank. -[cell phone ringing]

If this is about the pay-per-view, it was all Dawn's idea. I deny everything.

-How are you feeling, buddy? -You know, pal, well, I gotta say...

I am pretty goddamn scared.

-It's a hell of a situation we're in. -[sighs] Yeah, it is.

We've been through worse, right?

South City, the Chilean dude with the elephant guns.

You pretended you were a birdman sent from another galaxy to make peace.

[chuckles] Hey, he handed over that bigass gun, didn't he?

He did.

Oh, man. I'm...

not gonna ask how you're feeling.

-Look, Hank, I... -Nah.

You're doing your best by me. Always have.

I'm on my way to see Jason. I'm gonna take care of this.

About that. Promise not to wreck this all for me.

-Jason needs to be stopped. -Yeah.

Maybe what happened to him is on us,

but you cannot let him tear this family apart.

We worked too goddamn hard to build it.

I don't know if I'll be eating pizza tomorrow,

but I'll be damned if I'm the reason the Titans go down.

The Titans aren't going down.

And I'll buy tomorrow.

Yeah, you know the order.

-Extra-large Hawaiian, add jalapeño. -[chuckles]

You're killing me.

You know me. Hot going in, hot going out.

-I just wanted to say... -[line disconnects]

Hank?

-[computer beeping] -[sighs]

All right. I did what you asked.

Now it's your turn.

Jason!

Jason!

[Red Hood] It's not Jason anymore.

-Where's the deactivator? -In front of you.

You're wasting precious time.

What the hell is this?

I've got the deactivator, as promised.

It engages as soon as my thumb releases the trigger.

You wanna save Hank...

all you have to do is kill me.

-What happened to you? -Same thing that happens to everybody.

I grew up.

You can too. You just have to face your fear.

Batman did it. It's easier than you think. Pull the trigger and be free.

You're an asshole, Jason.

Yeah, well, we all get there eventually.

Oh, Hank's gonna blow soon.

So who's it gonna be, babe? Me or him?

You did this, not me.

-Dawn, don't. -Who invited that guy?

What did you do?

Dawn, stop! This is what he wants.

-Then let him have it. -[Dick] You don't wanna do this.

Don't tell me what I fucking want.

You can't come back from this. We can save Hank another way.

-He's lying, Dawn. -Gar, talk to me.

-He's almost got it. -Dawn, we're almost there.

[panting] I can't wait anymore.

-Hank, hold on. -I don't know, buddy.

Hank!

Kory, you gotta get out of here. Take Krypto with you.

[Krypto growling]

This won't fix anything.

[panting]

[beeping]

Tell Dawn I love her.

[beeping]

♪ Hoist up the John B's sail ♪

♪ See how the main sail sets ♪

If you do this, he wins. He won't save Hank. He is lying.

Hey, Batboy. She's a grown-ass woman. Let her make her own decision.

[panting]

Fuck.

♪ I want to go home ♪

♪ Why won't they let me go home? ♪

Go!

-Conner's got it! -Dawn!

[clicks]

[beeping]

[chuckling] Oops! My bad.

-Looks like I gave you the detonator. -No.

[beeps]

What?

What happened? What happened?

No! No, no, no! [crying]

[somber music playing]