All language subtitles for Gotham Knights 01x02

Previously on Gotham Knights...

We've been set up!

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...

Your father had Alfred, you have me.

This makes it look like
the person who paid

to have your dad killed is you.

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

It's the Bat-brat.

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

All aboard the Blackgate Express.

Your little attempt at escape
just made my job a little easier.

He's in on it. They all are.

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm Robin.

We are marshaling
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.

We're gonna find who really killed
my dad and clear our names.

It's the symbol of the Court of Owls.

They're the ones
who really run this city.

No one knows who they are

'cause if you find out...

they'll be the last thing
you ever see.

Clear!

Did you know about this?

Bruce shared many secrets with me,
but this wasn't one of them.

Bag and tag everything.

- Pack up all those computers.
- Quite the irony.

People who couldn't stop crime
in Gotham

treating the man who did
like a criminal.

Bruce was my friend.

So was Turner.

You'd bag and tag him as well?

Hey, this is totally you.

Matches your new hair.

And you clearly don't know me at all.

Okay, now, we got "most wanted."

- "Wanted most."
- Take 'em both, decide later.

Guys, only grab what we need.

I absolutely need this...
whoa, $1,200 jacket

and the matching kicks.

We discussed this.
It's more of a loan.

Once we clear our names,
we're paying it back.

Right. Just as soon
as the store pays back

all the child labor they exploited
to make this stuff.

Well, you know,
if you victimize the victimizer

then it's a victimless crime.

I'm not sure
the law sees it that way.

Just as long
as they don't see you, right?

- Not exactly my style.
- That's the point.

We gotta change up our looks,
so that we don't match our mugshots.

You'll really wish
they'd taken that turtleneck

when they seized your trust fund.

Hey, you're a fugitive now, okay?

You are no longer required
to be this boring.

Come on, what happened to that guy
who grabbed the wheel

and wrecked the prison transport?

That guy that I know
you keep tucked away

hiding underneath all that cashmere.

Let me know when he wants
to come out and play.

Okay, who tripped the silent alarm?

Attention, shoplifters,
please make your final selections

and kindly bring them
towards the rear exit.

Carrie? What are you doing here?

Responding to a burglary in progress.

Know anything about that?

As the manhunt continues
for Turner Hayes

and the band of criminals
wanted for the murder of Bruce Wayne

Mayor Hill announced that he's
created a blue-ribbon taskforce

spearheaded by District Attorney
Harvey Dent to apprehend the fugitives.

No matter where the hunt leads
we'll drag those killers

out of whatever sleaze-infested
back alley they're holed up in.

I do not see what the big deal is.

I just needed to pick up
some accessories.

You're all supposed
to be keeping a low profile.

Oh, and dyeing your hair blue

isn't exactly blending in.

This is Gotham.

You blend in by standing out.

We needed supplies.

Sure, we have a run
of this place at night.

Food from the kitchen

showers in the gym

but clothes are another story.

Trust me...

the Lost and Found is slim pickings.

But committing crime
isn't the best way

to prove you're innocent.

And how are we supposed to do that?

Our leads don't lead anywhere.

And that detective who tried
to frame-slash-kill us is dirty.

So have fun
calling the cops on a cop.

And I'm not sure how many clues

we can get from a watch

engraved with the symbol
of some evil bird cult.

Laugh while you can.

Court of Owls
controls this entire city.

They have eyes everywhere.

And yet, no one has ever seen them.

No one who lived to tell about it.

Right... right.

"Speak not a whispered word of them

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

Let's just tell the cops.
"No, really, a nursery rhyme did it."

She's right.

We need something
a little more tangible to go on.

I have a friend working on that.

First two periods are canceled

and they're having an assembly
to talk to us about Turner.

You'd think your classmate becoming

the most wanted fugitive in Gotham

since Ed Nygma,
would give us the whole day off.

He didn't do it, okay?

Come on.

Money from his bank account

was paid to the killers.

And if he were guilty

then why would he ask me
to hack the banks

to find out how that money got there?

You... you did what?

Used his dad's Batcomputer
to try to prove he was innocent.

I'm sorry.
I'm just trying to figure out

which part of that
sounds more insane.

The fact that you hacked

the city's financial infrastructure

or that you did it on a Batcomputer.

Do you understand how much trouble

- you could have gotten in?
- I'm more worried

about the trouble he's in,
because I'm his friend.

Well, you could become an accessory

if you keep helping him. Steph...

He's going to get caught

and when he does,
he's gonna bring you down

with him.

I mean, the guy
couldn't even figure out

his dad was Batman.

Where the hell is he gonna hide?

Looks like someone took a wrong turn
at cheerleader tryouts.

We don't have cheerleaders
at this school.

Their loss, 'cause you are rocking
that skirt, blondie.

- Thank you.
- Duela!

Duela, let her go.

She's my friend, you can trust her.

I don't trust you.

Who the hell is she?

Stephanie. Hi!

I thought you said
no one else knew about this place.

She's the only other person.

- Duela, put the knife down.
- Or what?

Or you might kill the one person
who can prove we were set up.

She's looking into where the money
you were paid came from.

This is the hacker chick?

Hacker chick! Hi.

Stephanie Brown?

As in, Arthur Brown?

Are you the daughter
of the Quiz Bowl host?

Think I prefer "hacker chick."

'Cause that is what this group
was missing.

A celebrity game show host's kid.

So you're the one who is gonna take
all those little ones-and-zeroes

and make 'em prove we're innocent?

That was the plan.

Until the GCPD impounded
everything in the Batcave.

So the Batcomputer?

Sixty-five, that's affirmative,
squad is en route.

Harvey, have you seen
Detective Ford?

Not in a while,
he's been dodging my calls.

Well, he better not dodge mine.

Is that his phone?

We better check on his team.

Six members of the GCPD taskforce

assigned to hunt down the fugitives

wanted for the murder of Bruce Wayne

have themselves been found murdered.

The gruesome discovery
was made earlier this morning.

The GCPD declined to comment
on an ongoing investigation

but sources within the department say

that each of those detectives
was decapitated.

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

Oh, I'm sorry, what was that?

Maybe... maybe Duela was right
about how dangerous

and say it with me now,
how real the Court of Owls is!

Why would they kill Ford and his men?

Because they screwed up killing us.

Okay, okay. Say they are real.

Who is gonna believe us?

My dad would have.

If the world's greatest detective
was found

holding a Court of Owls coin...

I'll bet he knew something
about them.

Maybe he got too close to them
and that's what got him killed.

Oh, and now, you want us
to end up just like him?

No.

I wanna pick up where he left off.

And how do we do that?

There's one way.

But it's... it's a terrible idea.

Never stopped us before.

We get Bruce's journals.
He kept records of all of his cases.

I never saw any journals
in the house.

That's because they're not in there.

They're in his office, in Wayne Tower
in a secret compartment.

We'd have to break in to get them.

You're right,
that is a terrible idea.

But we need to find out everything
we can about who's after us.

And who would know better
than the last person they targeted?

- My dad.
- Hey, you know

this isn't like breaking
into Daddy's liquor cabinet?

I know.

It's more like something
the guy who grabbed the wheel

and wrecked the transport, would do.

So you swipe one leather jacket
and, suddenly, you're a master thief?

No, but it's a good thing
I know some people who are.

You do realize the first rule
they teach you in thief school

is "Never return at the scene
of the crime," right?

Since when do you follow the rules?

Since Daddy's power tower

became the most famous crime scene
in the history of Gotham.

Not to mention,
they'll have doubled the security

restored the motion sensors
we disabled

and have redundant cameras
covering every way in or out.

All but one.

My dad had a private elevator.

Goes all the way
from the lowest level of the garage

to his office.

Bypasses every security camera
and guard in between.

I always thought
it was so we could avoid the press.

I guess it turns out
it was because he couldn't exactly

roll through the lobby
dressed as Batman.

Okay, but to even access the elevator

we need to break into the garage.

And Wayne Security patrols
search all the cars going in.

Except their own.

My dad used to say that every
strength is, secretly, a weakness.

Okay, all due respect
to Daddy's Bat-proverbs

but what the hell does that mean?

It means the most vulnerable areas

are the ones
you're not worried about.

Wayne Security vehicles
are equipped with transponders

that automatically open the gates.

Their way of keeping people out
is our way in.

Oh, okay, so your solution
to breaking into a building

is breaking into a car.

Nobody has to risk any more
than they already have.

I can go in alone.

Not gonna happen. I'm in.

You're gonna need someone
to keep the engine running.

And if you want to even
get the engine running

you're gonna need me.

I was hoping you'd say that,
because I just happen to know

where a couple
of Wayne Security vehicles

might be lying around.

Whatever gets me out of this attic.

You like numbers?

I do.

They're the only things
in this city that don't lie.

So let's talk numbers.

Seven.

That's how many toe-tags
our fugitives have racked up.

Six.
That's how many grieving families

I've just had to talk to

and they all have
exactly one question.

When are we gonna catch 'em?

But you know the number
I'm most worried about?

Thirty-four, your approval rating?

Zero, which is how many leads
you've got.

Actually, there is one.

Financial Crimes sent this over.

The night of the convoy escape,
every bank in Gotham was hacked.

They were digging through accounts
belonging to Turner Hayes.

If they were escaping from the convoy

then Turner couldn't have been
hacking into banks.

So somebody's helping him.

After he was arrested,
who was his one phone call?

Ms. Brown,
would you come with us, please?

Is that a question?

More of a courtesy. Let's go.

We're clear.

Not too bad for a trust-funder.

You know I wasn't always rich, right?

Here we go.

Didn't think I'd be back this soon,
did you, Wayne Tower?

Looks like somebody gave you
a brand-new set of motion sensors.

I'll be accessing those,
and your cameras...

Okay, no patrol on the top level.
You two are good to go.

We'll monitor you two from here,
be another pair of eyes.

And fists, if it comes to that.

Let's hope it doesn't.

You guys are gonna do great.

Come on, we're on a tight timeline.

And I have an AP history paper
to write.

You think these journals have
anything in them about the Court?

I think we're about to find out.

Probably the wrong time to ask this

but what do you think happens
if they changed my dad's code?

Two dozen, heavily-armed guards
descend on this very spot.

Okay, what's with the team spirit
all of a sudden?

You never went along with a plan
you didn't come up with yourself.

All right.

Going along with Turner's plan
is a part of my plan.

One that involves
getting the hell out of Gotham

and I was just about
to invite you two to join me.

What about clearing your name?

I would rather keep it off
a tombstone.

And you know, besides, if we check
out of here, we get new names.

I'm kinda digging the name "Harper."

Whoa, kidding, hate that name.

Look, I'm just saying
that if... if proving we're innocent

means breaking into a place

that we were very lucky
to get out of the first time

we are better off running.

- Yeah, it takes money to run.
- Yeah, I got that covered.

I did some asking around,
and this creepy, little timepiece

is worth a whole lot more
than we figured.

An antiquities dealer over on Brendel

offered up a number
that splits very nicely three ways.

And then what?

Every way out of the city
is a GCPD checkpoint.

What makes you think
you can dodge that much heat?

You're sitting in it.

The GCPD isn't searching
Wayne Security vehicles.

That'd be like searching
the president's motorcade.

This comfort-ride beauty
is our luxury ticket out of G-town!

Oh, come on.

I'll even let you pick
the radio station.

This is the last place he was alive.

Come on.

We don't have much time.

It's a good thing
you know your way around.

That his most recent one?

No, it's from when he was just a kid.

It's all about the murder
of his parents.

This was his first case.

Wonder what made him dig that out?

Listen to this.

"Everyone, even Alfred, believed
that a lone thief was responsible.

Joe Chill may have pulled the trigger

but he didn't orchestrate the murder.

The Court of Owls did."

You seriously can't be thinking
of taking off with her.

Just because she's deranged

- doesn't mean she's wrong.
- True.

- Staying in Gotham is suicide.
- Also, true.

I'm so tired of running, all right?

First from Dad, now from this.

Yeah, a six-by-nine cell
in Blackgate will fix that.

But they'll probably
just skip straight to a coffin

which is a lot less roomy.

Do you even care about
what happens to Turner and Carrie?

- Not particularly.
- No one's talking to you.

I care about what happens to you.

And if that were true,
you wouldn't be asking me to run.

- Cullen, what?
- I wanna stay and clear my name.

Not only because, you know,
I chose the damn thing

but because it's finally my choice.

You wanna go with her? Go.

I'm staying for Turner and Carrie.

And for me.

Look, I know you wanna help Turner.

And so do I.

I really wanna believe
that he's innocent.

You can't seriously think
he had anything to do

with murdering his dad
or any of those detectives.

No.

But I would buy it
from the Joker's daughter.

And the longer he's on the run with
criminals like her the guiltier he looks.

Just tell me where Turner is
so I can help him...

before it's too late.

Is holding a press conference to announce
a manhunt your idea of helping Turner?

Is hacking into every bank
in Gotham yours?

You know, not many
of Turner's friends

have a 4.0 in computer science.

So, it seems like
you certainly have the skills.

Theft of corporate and financial data

carries a five-year prison sentence,
minimum.

So, I need you to level with me.

Okay. I know two things.

One, Turner is innocent.

And two,
if you had any proof against me

other than my list of electives,
I'd be in handcuffs right now.

And I know not to say anything else
without an attorney.

Sorry, that was three things.

Yeah.

You don't wanna talk? Okay.

Fine.

Looks like there is someone who does.

- Yeah.
- Okay, you sure?

Why would the Court
kill Bruce's parents?

I don't know.

And according to this,
it didn't start with them.

He believed they murdered his
great-great-grandfather, Alan Wayne.

- The guy who designed this building?
- Yeah.

My dad suspected the Court
had been hunting Waynes for decades.

Centuries, even.
He was obsessed with it.

He drew maps,
every corner of the city

trying to locate
where they gathered in secret.

What did he find?

Nothing.

"In the end, all I was certain of
was that the Court was a fairy tale.

No more than a nursery rhyme
made up to scare children.

The only thing real
was my obsession with them.

Despite my efforts, I found
no evidence they ever existed."

I don't get it. He was investigating
the Court when he died.

Something must have
changed his mind.

Maybe it's in his last journal.

- What's that?
- Security alert.

Guys?

All the security cameras
in the building just went offline.

That's great.
How'd you manage that?

I didn't.

And I don't think
security did, either

because they just notified
the GCPD of a possible intrusion.

And now the motion sensors
are going off on your floor.

- Security?
- No.

- There's no patrols on your level.
- Then who the hell is it?

I don't know, but if you don't hurry,
you're gonna find out.

- We're packing up now.
- Got his last journal.

Come on, let's go.

No...

Guys, talk to me.

Guys, what's happening?

I think we just met the Talon.

What the hell is that?

Security alert
just went building-wide.

Wayne Security is on their way
up to you right now.

Fun! GCPD is already inbound.
You need to get out of there.

A little stuck right now.

We gotta go help them.

Duela, no!

They're about to be the meat
in a cop-Talon sandwich.

This is your last chance
to stay alive.

- You can go with her if you want.
- Not without you.

Duela, you can't do this.
You can't just abandon them.

Why not, Cullen?
Everyone abandoned me.

Enough times for me to know
that no one would ever come save me.

Stop! Stop, right there!

- Stop!
- Come on! Come on!

Could use some help here, guys!

Come on, guys! We have to go.

Can't get out that way.
Garage is crawling with GCPD.

Well, we're definitely
not getting out that way.

Then we're trapped.

There is one way.

How? Climb?

No.

We fly.

Have you ever used that thing before?

Don't answer that.

It's a 48-story drop. So, you know...

don't let go.

As advertised.

Genuine Secolo, limited edition,
skeleton dial, polished chamfers.

Tells time, too.

You neglected to mention
an engraving.

Okay. So, knock a few bucks
off the sticker price.

It's quite a unique feature.

Is this what makes it
so sought after?

What do you mean, "sought after"?

When I called around
to ascertain the value

there was one potential buyer
who was quite interested

in this particular model,
willing to pay a fortune.

And willing to pay even more
for the person selling it.

I don't get it. Why would Duela
screw us over like that?

She is the Joker's daughter.

I'm surprised it took her this long.

How much could she have possibly
been offered for that watch?

I'm not sure you wanna put
a price tag on betrayal

but I'm pretty sure
a personalized engraving

makes it worth less, not more.

That depends on the buyer
and the engraving.

Oh, please tell me
you are not this stupid.

Unwise to insult the person
holding the gun.

Considering what's coming,
I would rather be shot.

You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

Nor do I care.

At this price point,
I don't ask questions.

Look, whatever they're paying you

will be going towards
your funeral costs, okay?

Because the Court of Owls
is not really in the...

the "leaving loose ends"
kind of business.

And that's what both of us
are dealing with...

No... no.

No!

Guys! Come on, get me out of here!

Hit the deck!

How many more of those you got?

Not enough.

- Run!
- Yeah!

Thanks.

Just change it every 12 hours.

No. I mean for coming back for me.

Don't thank us.

If we'd gone with you, we'd be dead.

And if it were up to us,
we would have left your ass.

You wanna thank someone?

Thank him.

That was pretty stupid, you know.

Thinking that you could go up
against the Talon like that.

I had help.

I guess that's why I'm still alive.

Look, I know
we all wanna kill each other.

But if we stick together,
we have a better shot

at keeping the Court of Owls
from doing it for us.

Well, you almost go kabobbed
getting Daddy's diary.

Was it worth it?

Yeah.

You ever stop to think
maybe you are, too?

Hey.

You're pretty good
with that sword, you know.

It's nice to know Bruce Wayne's kid
can wield more than a dessert fork.

You know, back in my old neighborhood

all I wanted
was to play street hockey.

But when I was adopted
my dad insisted

that I learn martial arts
and fencing.

To get good at them, be the best.

Lucky for you he did.

I don't think it was luck.
Or coincidence.

Makes me wonder what else
he might have been preparing me for.

What the hell are you doing?

You think ratting me out is gonna
stop me from helping Turner?

- I didn't rat you out.
- Oh, really?

Well, what were you in there
doing for over an hour?

I told them that I did it.

That I was the one
who hacked those banks.

- What?
- I said that Turner

asked you to do it, but you
didn't wanna break the law for him.

So, I did it.

To help my friend.

Why would you do that?

I just couldn't sit here
and watch you screw up your life.

- Not for that guy.
- What about you?

Weren't you the one lecturing me
on getting in trouble?

Just as long
as I can keep you out of it.

- I can't let you do that.
- You didn't ask me to.

I guess that's the difference
between me and Turner.

System says
that they accessed the building

using Bruce Wayne's personal code.

What was taken?

According to the inventory...

just a sword.

Why risk coming back for a sword?

I don't know.

Might wanna ask
the antiquities dealer

we found impaled by one.

"They watch you
at your hearth." Indeed.

I'm merely the messenger.

Oh, I could've saved you the trip.

Please let the Court know
that I'm as unhappy

with the hunt for Turner Hayes
and the others as they are.

And you can assure them
that apprehending the fugitives

is my top priority.

But I might have more time to devote
to running our quarry to ground

if I didn't have to keep covering
things up for their executioner.

Well, you didn't seem
to have any complaints

when he eliminated your rival
years ago.

Have you forgotten
your debt of gratitude?

I haven't.

Just keep me in office,
so I can continue to repay it.

I'm sorry.

I never meant for you
to get in so much trouble.

- It's okay.
- No, it's not.

Helping me is just too risky.

Says the guy who Catwomaned
his way into Wayne Tower

and almost came out way shorter.

At least, now we know
the Court of Owls is real.

And we can use this
to clear our names.

I just don't get how the Talon
even knew you were there.

I mean, you guys have
to heist your way in there

dodging security guards,
cameras, motion sensors

and the Talon just cruises
in and out of there without a trace?

Yeah, and that's not
the only mystery.

Look at this.

This is the last one my dad wrote in.

Anything interesting?

Well, somebody thought so

because they ripped out
his final entry.

I don't get it.

Why didn't they just take
the whole journal?

I don't know.

But whoever it was doesn't
want us to know what he wrote.