All language subtitles for Gotham.Knights.S01E01.WEB_

After my parents were murdered,

I was adopted by
the richest man in the city.

He took me in.
Gave me everything I could want,

except the reason why.

In a city filled with orphans,
why me?

Turns out that wasn't
the only secret he was keeping.

He hid from the world
who he really was,

behind the mask.

Point.

But then again, so did I.

Pretending to fit into
a world I didn't belong.

But it's only when you're
forced to take off the mask

that you discover
who you really are.

Just saying.
You could've
thrown the match

and had the next
4 weekends off.

Ha! Clearly, I did not
think this through.

Should I ask Brody
for a do-over?

Deny your dad
the chance to have

another championship
fencer in the family?

Hard nope.

Where is he, anyway?

He said he was
gonna be here.

Guessing he had
to work late?

Hey! Who's up for
a party at my house?

Hey, guys.

Oh!

Uhh!

Nice reflexes.
Thanks.

Carrie.

We have trig together?

Right.

Sorry. I suck.

Tell that to all
the people here

to celebrate you
going to State.

I don't know half
their names, either.

Heh.

Desecrating your
father's house, I see.

Well, then,
carry on.

Cressida, I'll make sure
this is all cleaned up.

Oh, I haven't seen a thing.
Certainly haven't seen
the amorous couple

making use of
the billiards room.

Guys, come on.

There are 30 other rooms

in this place
to hook up,

and that's
a 17th-century couch.

Technically,
it's a canape.

Stephanie?
Mom, I swear
we were just talking.

Ha. Yeah.
Sorry, man.

We'll, um,
find somewhere else

to pick up
our conversation.

Mm! Somebody broke into
the good stuff.

Your dad gonna be OK with that?
I don't think
he'll miss it.

As your best friend,
I'm telling you
he's not gonna

miss the 90-decibel
fire code violation

in this great room,
either.

I doubt he can hear it
from Wayne Tower.

Hey.

OK, they're blind.
We're clear.

And next time, I'll
ride in the cart.

Yeah, not gonna be
a next time,

at least not with her.

Look. Motion sensors
are toast.

Come on, team.
Crime is money.

Ha ha!

What?

Never broke into
anyplace this fancy.

Ha ha!

This place looks like
a museum

had sex with
a bank vault.

Yeah,
not what I was
thinking, but

yeah, also
not impressed.

Hello, hello,
my pretty lady.

How many sears
are you worth?

Duela, can we focus
on our plan, please?

You mean my plan

that includes me
not so patiently waiting

for your sister to
get the safe open?

Somebody beat me to it.

Uh, all right,
I don't like this.

There you are,

you .38-caliber cutie.

We got paid 100K

to steal an old gun?

She's not just
any old gun.

She's the one
Joe Chill used

to pop Bruce Wayne's
mom and dad.

The barrel's warm.

It's been fired recently.

OK, now--now I really
don't like this.

Oh, my God.

We've been set up.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Hey, Dent, you don't
want to see this.

Bruce.

Freeze!
Stop right there!

Suspects spotted entering
north stairwell.

Copy that.
Have visual confirmation.

North stairwell,
north stairwell.

All units,
converge on the north stairwell.

OK, south stairwell
it is.

Ha ha. Uhh!

What are you drinking?

You know how to make
a "could've hooked up
with anyone

and you picked Brody"?

I'm not sure I have
the ingredients for that.

Could I interest
you in a

"at least I didn't
hook up with

Olive Silverlock in
my dad's Maserati"?

Here's to
questionable choices.

Didn't say I was
questioning mine.

You know he's just
jealous of you, right?

You have everything
he wants.

Everybody relax.
I got this.

Harvey.

Turner.

It's your father.

I'm so sorry.
I don't even know
how to tell you this.

He's dead.

After what happened
to your parents,

this...

I am gonna find
who did this

and I'm gonna
make them pay.

That's what everybody
said back then.

Turner, there are
gonna be some things

coming out
about your dad,

so I have to
ask you this.

Did you know
he was Batman?

He can't be Batman.

If he was, where is it?

Where's the bat suit?
Huh?

He would've told me.

Sometimes parents
keep secrets.

I know my dad.

And he
sure as hell was not

sneaking out at night
fighting bad guys!

He would've told me.

It's gonna be OK.

Do you hear that?

My God.

It's true.

Thousands have lined the streets

to honor the city's fallen hero
Bruce Wayne,

who Gotham has now learned
was Batman.

Wayne is survived by his son
Turner Hayes,

who he adopted from
the slums of Burnside.

Now twice orphaned,
Hayes joins a city in grief,

one that is left to wonder
who will protect Gotham

now that Batman is dead.

Dent...got
an anonymous tip

on where Wayne's killers
might be holed up.

Good.

Guys, th-this is
blood money.

This is money that is
finally gonna get you

and me outta Gotham,
and we didn't
kill anyone.

An entire city thinks
that we killed Batman,
which is exactly what

whoever set us up wanted.
I mean, why--why else
would they pay us

- all this money up front?
- That's your complaint?

Really, that I
didn't get them
on installment plan?

You didn't even
get their name.

Oh, well, what was I
supposed to do?

Ask for an ID?
Maybe a gas bill,

a canceled check?

You see, in crime,
people who hire you

to do something
illegal usually

don't want it
traced back to them.

Exactly, and now

it only traces
back to us.

Funeral's starting.

Want to get
out of here now,

now's our chance.

For years, you knew Bruce Wayne

as Gotham's most
prominent businessman,

and now you know him
as the city's savior, Batman.

But to me...
he was just my dad.

He had an entire city to save.

And yet, he insisted on
saving one more. Me.

Freeze! Don't move!

When my parents were killed,
he gave me a home.

He took a scared, broken kid
from the worst part of Gotham

and raised me as his own.

An orphan himself,

he was no stranger
to how dangerous

and cruel the city can be.

But instead of
retreating into despair,

he became a force for justice.

A beacon of hope...

for all to look to
when hope seems lost.

What he stood for

will always live on.

It was my father's belief
that each of us

could become a light
strong enough to defy
the darkness.

Turner.

Just got word GCPD
apprehended the killers.

They found them with
the money they were
paid for the murder.

I know it's not gonna
bring your dad back,
but I thought

you might find
a little solace
knowing that we got 'em.

No.

Not until I know
who put them up to it.

Turner.

We're gonna find
whoever it was.

Are you sure?

With no Batman,

who's gonna solve
the murder of Bruce Wayne?

The Mutant Gang
has claimed responsibility

for the fires that have
engulfed the Narrows

since the demise of
the Dark Knight,

who we know now was
the late Bruce Wayne.

I'm gonna go see Harvey,
see if he's made
any progress.

I'm sure he will
keep you apprised.

Maybe I can help him.
That might
prove difficult,

since you'll be
in class.

-Cressida--
-I will let slide
the occasional

pillaging of
the wine cellar.

Truancy is another
matter entirely.

It's my job now
to protect you.

Even from yourself.

Your father had Alfred.
You have me.

Only I'll try to be
a bit more fun.

Born in Arkham Asylum.
In and out of juvie.

Back in again.
Petty theft,

grand larceny,
assault, assault...

assault.

And that's just
the stuff you know about.

I would like to speak
with my legal counsel.

Then you shouldn't have
shattered her kneecap.

She shouldn't have tried
to get me to plead guilty

to something I didn't do.

Got your prints on
the gun that killed
Bruce Wayne,

not to mention
the pile of money
we found you with.

Who paid you?

- Cascimentos? The McKillens?
- I don't know.

Police found this
on you.

So, is it true?

Are you really
the Joker's daughter?

Is that why
you murdered Batman?

You're saying I did it
for the money,

and then you're saying
I did it

out of revenge.

So, let me
get this straight.

Somebody paid me
to do something

that you say
I would have

happily done for free?

I mean, I'm not
a big, fancy lawyer.

I'm just a girl with
two working kneecaps.

But you two
might want to get

your stories straight
before you

take this to a judge.

I'm not gonna ask you
how you're doing.

Thanks.
I'm not gonna lie

and tell you
I'm fine.

Well, if you ever
want to talk or lie,

I happen to be
a very good listener
either way.

Hey. You doing OK?

I'm fine.

Steph told me how rough
it's been on you.

Can't be easy.

And now that
the whole world knows

that your dad's Batman?

I don't know how
you kept that secret
for this long.

Brody.

I didn't know.

Oh, come on.
You had to have known.

At least you
don't have to keep
the secret any longer.

Must be a relief.

Hey.

Yeah. That's what
I'm feeling. Relief.

Turner.

Sorry Brody
was such a dick.

He was right.

The killers knew
he was Batman...

which means they knew
my dad better than I did.

I'm sure there's a reason
he didn't tell you.

Yeah. Put it on
the list of things
I'll never know.

Right next to
who had him killed.

Give it time.

The GCPD is
throwing everything
they have at this.

There's one thing
they don't have.

The Batcave.

Do you have any idea
how powerful this thing is?

No. Do you?

Nope. And that's what
makes me nervous.

And a little excited.

You think you can
use it to hack into

Gotham National Bank?

Never hacked into anything
that secure before.

But I've always
wanted to try.

Harper Row,
straight "A"s,
honor roll,

but 7 months
before graduation,
you drop out.

Unlike you, I didn't
take AP Calculus,

so maybe you can do
that math for me.

It's not math.
It's history.

Mom left.

Dad couldn't beat
on her anymore,

so he turned to
his kids.

He didn't have a problem
with bisexual chicks
in his porn,

but having one
under his roof
was another story.

I had to get me
and my brother
out of there.

Your brother?

Cullen Row.

Really?

'Cause your
birth certificate
says you were--

Hey, don't use
his dead name.

Fine. I got another
dead name for him.

Bruce Wayne!

Ford.

Take a walk.

Sorry about that.

From what your sister
told me, it sounds like

you got enough of that
from your dad.

Look, I--I know
what you're doing,
this building trust

through performative
allyship.

Or maybe I'm just
not a dick.

And maybe I know that
you are not a killer.

No. Just desperate
for money.

And then Duela just

pirouettes her way
into Union Street
soup kitchen

with a plan,
a one-time robbery.

And you didn't know
that the thing she really

wanted to take was
Bruce Wayne's life?

No, I--
I can make
a jury believe that.

But that--you can't
make me believe that

because it's not
what happened.

You're just trying
to turn us against
each other.

I'm just trying
to get the truth.

It was me.

I'm the one who
killed Bruce Wayne.

I'll sign whatever
confession you want,

but my brother walks.

Who paid you the money?

I don't know.

Then we don't have a deal.

All we know is that
the killers were paid
a hundred grand in cash.

Let me see if I can
run a search

for cash withdrawals.

Oh.

Yes, I can.

You get into Gotham
National Bank?

I'm in all the banks.

At the same time.

Offshore accounts,

slush funds,

shell corporations.

I could do some damage
with this thing.

Just get me the name
of who paid them.

I'll do the rest.

No.

Whatever we find, we're
turning over to the police.

I'm not helping you
become some vigilante.

That a match?

17 withdrawals over 4 days.

Same account.

Exact amount paid
to the killers.

Whose account is it?

Yours.

What?

This makes it
look like the person

who paid to have
your dad killed is you.

That doesn't make
any sense.

We better call the police
before the bank does.

Think they already did.

Turner Hayes, you have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

Gotham is in shock today

over the arrest of
Bruce Wayne's adopted son

Turner Hayes,
who is suspected

of masterminding
the billionaire's murder.

Get him out
of those handcuffs.

Harvey, I didn't do this.

Hey, you listen to me.
You do not talk to anyone

until your dad's lawyers
get here, you understand me?

Listen,
I know Turner.

Serial numbers on
the bills from his account

match the ones the
suspects were found with.

It just--it doesn't
make any sense.

Biological parents
were murdered,
killer never found.

Oh, come on.
He was just a kid.

Now his adoptive
father's gunned down.

Once is a tragedy,
twice is a pattern.

Then what's the motive?

Motive?

3 days before he
was murdered,

Bruce Wayne made
an appointment to alter

his last will
and testament.

Wanted to change
the beneficiary.

Sounds like a hell
of a motive to me.

They think I
killed my dad because
I wanted his money?

Look, you're
the sole beneficiary.

They could argue that
Bruce was planning

to cut you out
of his will.

You mean you could
argue that.

You're the DA, right?

And you told me not
to say anything
without an attorney.

Turner, I talked
to Cressida.

Your dad's law firm is
refusing to represent you.

Everyone thinks I did it.

No. I don't.

But I am having a hard time
making a case for who did.

The night he was killed,
this was found on your father.

Apparently it's
a sixth-century
Athenian coin.

Does it mean anything
to you, anything at all?

No, but there's
a lot of things my dad
didn't tell me about.

On your feet.

Hey.

I've got you.

Oh, look.

It's the bat brat.

I bet you thought it
would be easy to frame me

since...

you know, your pops
killed mine.

Little history, though.

Papa J. ditched
me and my mom in Arkham

before my first
tooth came in,

when he started banging
this little--

this little size-two,
get out of jail free
card named Harley Quinn.

So I would sooner
send your dad
a thank-you note

than send him
flying out a window,

because...

I hate my dad.

But I guess we have
that in common now,
don't we?

What's the matter?

What, you don't talk
to the hired help?

I did not pay you
to kill my dad.

No, you just paid us to
take the fall for it.

You don't know
how lucky you are.

To actually have a dad
who cared about you?

And you had him killed to,
what, speed up that little
inheritance of yours?

You don't
know anything about me.
Get away from him!

Harper, Harper,
I don't need you fighting
my battles for me, all right?

I'm not.
Then why'd you try
and cut a deal to save me?

Hey! What deal? What?
You're gonna say I
pulled the trigger?

She didn't have to!
Your prints are all
over the damn gun!

- Let...go of me!
- Oh!

Break it up!

Settle down!

Ahh!

Get these animals
cuffed and stuffed!

I'd like my one
phone call now, please.

Mr. Dent,
did Batman's son

really hire
the Joker's daughter?

It's an ongoing
investigation.

I would advise the public
not to rush to judgment.

You're a friend of
the Wayne family.

Will you be recusing
yourself from this case?

That's a fair question.

You want an answer?

I don't think
I need one.

City's already
convicted the kid.

You just need
to make it official.

I'm practically his uncle.

Not sure that's
the campaign slogan I
would have picked for you.

It's no secret you have
your eye on the mayor's
office, Harvey.

And what better way to
announce your candidacy

than after putting away
an ungrateful

adopted son who bit
the hand that feeds?

Or your campaign
can down in flames

when the voters believe
that despite

a preponderance
of evidence,

you gave Turner Hayes
preferential treatment

because he's family.

Shouldn't you be using

your one phone call to talk
to a lawyer or somebody?

Right now I just
want to talk

to someone
who believes me.

Of course I do.

You always could see
past the obvious.

When everyone acted
like I hit the
adoption lottery...

you saw that
for Bruce Wayne
to become my dad,

I had to lose
two parents first.

You got me
through that.

Now I need you
to do it again.

Anything.

You found that smoking gun
with the money.

Now I need you to find out
who put it there.

No pressure, right?

Time's up, Hayes.

You're the only one
who can get me out
of this, Steph.

I just want to say,
great job back there.

With the fight.

You made it look
so convincing.

-That was supposed to be fake?
-Well, the punches
were real enough.

And much of the feelings
behind them.

But we had to lure
the cops in somehow.

How else could we get
our hands on a few

of their little trinkets

that we can use to get
out of these cop locks?

We all may hate
each other, but we hate
being dead even more.

What are you
talking about?

What, you haven't
figured it out yet?

We didn't kill your dad
any more than you did.

5 minutes in a cell
with you, and we knew you
didn't have the brains

to be the brains
behind this frame job.
But whoever is behind it

is gonna make sure we have
a little accident
inside Blackgate.

Because the only way
the setup works is if
we all end up dead.

Unless you want to join us
in getting out of here.

All aboard
the Blackgate Express.

Let's go!

Time to pick a side.

What?

What the hell are you doing?

Well, I'm trying
to get these stupid
handcuffs undone

with this damn pin,
and it's not working.

Cullen and Harper
had no problem

getting theirs off.

What?

Aah!

Aah!

What's it gonna be,
bat brat?

Uhh!

Aah!

Hang on to something!

Come out with
your hands up.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Got my gun.

And if you all
don't back off,

I am gonna give him
back the bullets!

You're surrounded.
We will fire.

Oh, what a coincidence!
So will I!

No!

What are you doing?

What my father
would want.

We can't prove
we're not killers

by killing someone.

They don't care
if we're innocent.

She's right, you know.

What?

He's in on it.

They all are.

Your little attempt
at escape

just made my job
a little easier.

I hope Daddy's
proud of you,

'cause you're about
to join him.

No hard feelings, kid.

Oh!

Aah!

Who the hell are you?

I'm Robin.

Wait, I know you.

Carrie Kelley.

From trig!

We have to go, now.

T-t-tell me you brought
the Batmobile.

No.

My mom's car.

Gonna be
a tight squeeze.

Uh, excuse me.

I am not going
anywhere with him.

We have to stick
together

or they'll pick us
off one by one.

You almost just
got us killed.

I know.
I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

Ooh! I call shotgun!

How did you know
it wasn't us?

When you work with the
world's greatest detective,

you pick up a few things.

So you knew my dad
was Batman?

He didn't exactly tell me.

I just kind of found out.

Mutant gang threw him
off the roof
of my apartment.

I dragged him to safety.

Not a bad way
to meet your hero.

After that, I became
his eyes and ears.

He even gave me these.

Called me his
little robin.

You knew my dad in a way
I never will.

I knew him well enough
to know that you were

the thing he loved
most in this world.

Not enough to tell me
who he really was.

Turner, he didn't
want you to follow
down that path.

You both lost so much.

He was so impressed
that you never gave in

to the darkness
like he did.

Your father may have
been a hero to
all of Gotham...

but he always used
to tell me that
his hero was you.

Look, unless
we all want to be
buried next to him,

we might want to get
the hell out of here.

In the wake
of the violent escape

from a GCPD convoy
earlier tonight,

I want to assure
the citizens of Gotham

that we are marshalling
all of the city's resources

to hunt down
these fugitives--

Harper and Cullen Row,

the Joker's daughter...

and Bruce Wayne's own son,

Turner Hayes...

as well as anyone
who aids or abets them.

They'll be looking
for us everywhere,

so we stick to
the high ground.

Nobody really knows
about this place.

So what's the plan?

We hide up here
till they hunt us down?

We're gonna find who
really killed my dad

and clear our names.

Look around.

A bunch of thieves
turned fugitives,

Joker's delusional daughter,

a sidekick,
Batman's orphan.

We're a lot of things,
but we're not cops.

Neither was my dad.

Didn't stop him from
taking down criminals.

Hey.
Over here,
in the back.

I'm pretty sure the guy
who killed your dad
was that detective

- who tried to do the same to us.
- No.

I checked.
Ford was accounted for

at the time of the murder,
which means he was just
a part of the coverup.

And he must have been
paid a lot to do it.

I swiped this from Ford
during our escape.

He owns a pretty nice watch,
even on a dirty cop's salary.

Figured we can fence it.

The engraving on
the back's

definitely gonna ding
the street value.

Let me see.

We should have just
let him kill us,

'cause we're already dead.

Wait, what is that?

It was on a coin
my dad had.

It's the symbol of
the Court of Owls.

They're the ones who
really run this city.

No one knows
who they are,

and you don't dare ask,
because if you find out...

it'll be the last thing
you ever see.

How do you know
all this?

Because while you were
being read bedtime stories,

I was listening to the
warnings that echo through
the halls of Arkham.

"Beware of the Court of Owls

"that watches all the time,

"ruling Gotham from
a shadowed perch

behind granite and lime."

"They watch you
at your hearth."

"They watch you in your bed."

"Speak not a whispered
word of them..."

Uh...no!

"Or they'll send
the Talon for your head."

Greg, move your head!