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Previously on "Gotham Knights..."

We've been set up.

We're gonna find who really killed my dad.

We'll clear our names.

Turner, you need to get out of there right now.

Cressida is one of them. She's working with The Court of Owls.

The Court killed my dad, and now they're trying to kill me.

And what the Mutants take, we taketh away.

- It's a Court of Owls watch. - So is this one.

Hello.

Why did I wake up with no memory of how I got there?

When I was young, I would attend

the most elegant parties the Court would throw.

We always wore masks.

Every painting that was taken

was owned by Alan Wayne at the time of his death.

And who do we know that's interested in all things Alan Wayne?

The Court of Owls.

It can't be just a painting.

The hell are you doing here?

I need your help. My life is in danger.

As promised.

Then we in business?

Settle down!

What the hell?

Yep.

There's enough firepower in here to arm every criminal in Gotham.

I think that's their plan.

What are you doing?

Just so the cops know who to thank.

Cullen should be here by now.

Relax. He'll be here.

- Harper, I don't think he's coming. - He'll be here.

Okay. Maybe not.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

You stole a food truck?

It was the only thing I could find. Let's go!

Where the hell were you?

- My watch stopped. - What do you mean, it stopped?

As in it stopped working. I don't know.

Isn't that one of those insanely expensive Court of Owls watches?

You could throw that thing in a volcano

and it's supposed to keep ticking.

Yeah, that's what I thought, too.

But apparently, quality timepieces are hard to come by these days.

I guess nobody cares about craftsmanship anymore.

Yeah, well, next time, find a new one.

Otherwise, we end up behind bars.

I'm way ahead of you.

That's one more in the win column.

We could bust up every low-level criminal front in this thing

and still not get any closer to finding The Court.

But at least we got a bunch of illegal guns off the streets.

You know, made the city and the Narrows safer.

Well, that's really great for you and the upstanding citizens of Gotham

but the rest of us here are still wanted fugitives.

So maybe instead of pretending to be heroes

you could all be more focused on, let's say it all together now...

- clearing our names. - Clearing our names.

We know. What do you think we are trying to do?

Okay. Then tell me why

we just handed over that painting that the Court

was so desperate to get their hands on.

We could have used that to find out who they are

because if we had names, we would know who to target.

But instead, any leverage we might have had

we just gave away, all to save that cop's family.

- We didn't have a choice. - No, there's always a choice.

We just made a bad one.

Guys, you're gonna want to see this.

Look.

Your broken Court of Owls Watch?

Nope.

That's my broken Court of Owls Watch.

So is this.

So is that.

Notice anything?

I don't think they're broken at all.

I think they're working perfectly.

Yeah, but doing what?

Is this a safe house or a drug den?

Well, it's discreet.

And for someone whose other options

are behind bars or in the ground, I'd say this is a step up.

The Court's not gonna find you here.

You do realize you need me alive to talk?

I need you to do a lot more than talk.

I need names, and I need proof.

And I need full immunity

and an order of federal protection

not the GCPD.

- I'm working as fast as I can. - Well, so is the Court.

And if they find out I'm about to talk...

they will kill us both.

You'll be safe here.

Just sit tight.

And don't go anywhere and don't talk to anyone.

Harvey.

Help me.

I will, but you have to help me.

You're exerting yourself too much.

I have to put in the effort.

It's good for my recovery.

I'll get something to support your back. Hold on.

We had some of those lumbar pillows.

Everything okay?

Everything's fine.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

7.21am.

What's the second hand at?

Two seconds.

Okay.

So all four watches stop

simultaneously in a cycle of three

displaying the same three times of day.

7.21am, 3.05pm, and 9.00pm on the dot.

Okay. So what's so special about those times of day?

You can bet the Court knows.

There's no way that's a coincidence.

No way it's good.

Maybe they're planning something bad

to go down at each time on the watches.

Watches? Time.

- Watches all the time. - Watches all the time.

Watches all the time.

- That son of a bitch. - Who?

Joe Chill.

He said the key to finding the Court

was "Watches all the time."

It was a rumor he heard, but he didn't know what it meant.

He just kept repeating the same part of the rhyme over and over.

What if it means the key to finding the Court of Owls

are the watches they give their members?

Like, each time is part of a code.

It's not just a time.

It's a place.

One of them is a time, 9.00pm on the dot

and the other two are 7.21 and two seconds

and 3.05 and 13 seconds.

Pretty random unless it's not a time

and it's actually latitude and longitude.

A bunch of busted watches told you that?

Sounds like a leap.

Yeah, and a damn good one. Let her finish.

Latitude and longitude are expressed in degrees, minutes, and seconds

so I think the hour hand is probably degrees.

Minute hand is minutes, and the second hand is seconds.

I feel like I'm watching nerd porn.

So, how do we get latitude and longitude from those times?

You want the long version or the short version?

- The short version. - The short version.

Latitude is 39 degrees, 21 minutes, two seconds

and longitude is 75 degrees

five minutes, 13 seconds.

Okay. Let's see where that is.

The geo-coordinates are within the greater Gotham area.

Thank you, Honors Geography.

Okay, so we have our time and our place.

When did your watch start freaking out again?

Last night, sometime after midnight.

Okay. So technically today.

Then it's happening tonight.

What's happening tonight?

My dad's journals mentioned

that the Court was rumored to hold

clandestine meetings in order to pass along information.

He theorized that they preferred to do it in person

so that none of their communications could be traced.

Not to mention they're, like

uber secretive, right?

So they're not exactly

going to send out save the dates

for their little get-togethers.

And how better to make sure the info only reaches their members

than by something only their members have?

Okay. Why meet now?

An art exhibit.

They did just complete their collection

so maybe they want to celebrate.

I mean, it could be one of those fancy parties or secret ceremonies

that dear old Eunice was babbling about.

Whatever it is, looks like

the Court's having a little soiree tonight...

and we have the address.

The old Gotham Light and Power facility.

It's been decommissioned. Are you sure that's it?

It's the only place in the vicinity of the coordinates.

Eunice did say the Court held their parties in the strangest places.

Well, that certainly qualifies.

Give me a sec?

- Hello. - Miss Stephanie Brown?

Yes, this is Stephanie Brown.

Your chlorzoxazone prescription's ready.

I'm sorry. I don't have a...

The brand name is Lorzone.

The prescription was called in from your doctor this morning.

- Okay. - He said it was urgent.

- Thanks for letting me know. - Sure thing.

I...

I... have to go. Sorry.

Is everything all right?

Everything's great.

My fellow citizens of Gotham...

A few days ago, I was the victim of an attempted homicide

and all of the evidence points to none other

than the fugitive-at-large Turner Hayes

as the primary suspect, and, yes, he is still at large.

There are many unanswered questions

to this brutal assault, but I only have one.

Where is Harvey Dent?

Mr. Dent, you're back. I've been calling you.

Personal matters. I'm here now.

You've already missed the city council meeting

and now you're 20 minutes late to the campaign finance review.

Yes, I know. Thank you.

Sorry. It's been a day.

Can you get me Judge Stevens on the phone?

I need to ask him for a plea deal.

For whom?

Just get him on the phone.

You seriously want infiltrate The Court of Owls' lair?

Not sure it's actually a lair

but I'm not sure we actually have a choice.

Do you know how insane that sounds?

I mean, we might as well just chop off our own heads

- and get it over with. - We've been waiting

for an opportunity like this.

We have the watches.

We can just wait for the next meeting

get ourselves better prepared.

And what if there is no next time?

We have no idea how often The Court meets.

And Eunice said they never meet in the same place twice, right?

This is our chance.

We can't wait.

If we can get inside, we might be able to find out

the identity of the Court members and expose them.

Maybe even get more information about that painting

they were jonesing to get their hands on.

Look, this is the best shot we've ever had

at ending all of this, and we have to take it.

I'm done being afraid.

Sounds like you're done being alive.

We're talking about going into the belly of the beast.

Exactly.

That's the thing about owls.

They have no natural predators.

They don't know what it's like to be hunted

which means they won't see us coming.

And how exactly do you plan to manage that?

I think I know how.

We dress to impress.

Okay. Only problem is we don't have masks.

Does Gotham Academy have a 3D printer?

In the arts lab.

I can use these as reference.

I'm pretty sure I can print out exact replicas of these masks.

- It's brilliant. - No, it's a long shot.

This owl soiree starts in just a few hours

which means I maybe have enough time to make two masks.

So...

who's going in?

Rebecca?

Oh, thank God.

Are you all right?

You heard Lincoln on the news?

Yeah. He's coming down on me a little harder than usual.

I think he knows.

How?

I'm not sure. His spies are everywhere.

We should never have risked it.

No, no. Maybe it's good that we did.

Maybe it's time that Brody and I got out.

There's another side of him the press doesn't see, Harvey.

He can be a dangerous man.

Cruel, even.

I'm getting you out of there.

I'm afraid.

Please hurry.

We stick to the plan.

Go in, get as much intel as we can and get out.

- No freelancing. - Damn.

Gotham Academy Theater Department

sure doesn't skimp when it comes to wardrobe.

How do I look?

You look... different.

Wow. Send a girl's heart aflutter, why don't you?

Sorry. Sorry. You...

you look...

It's okay. Relax.

I'll take "speechless."

Actually, do you mind zipping me up?

- Oh, sure. - Thank you.

You sure you're up for this?

I know you're not into playing hero.

Oh, I don't mind it when I'm saving myself.

Understood.

Just I'm the one who's used

to being around a bunch of privileged asshats.

You? Not so much.

Well, don't get it twisted.

Those with privilege are no more than glorified con artists

whose superpower is tricking people into believing

they're more deserving and better than the rest of us.

I'm familiar with the type.

Besides, I actually learned from the best con artist in Gotham.

Who?

My mother.

Well, okay. Maybe not the best.

She's... she's been in Arkham since I popped out.

By the time the authorities caught her

she had taken on so many identities

that they didn't know who she really was.

Neither did she, I guess.

They just called her "Jane Doe."

The more time passes

the harder I find it to remember what my mom even looked like.

It scares me.

I'm sorry.

Just promise me you won't do anything stupid.

It's too late. I already volunteered to go with you.

Cressida?

Damn it!

Looks like this is the place.

But if anybody wants me to gun it out of here, say the word.

This will record everything you see.

Comms are pretty spotty in the area, so Carrie will plant

a frequency augmenter on the roof so we can communicate.

And I'll watch your six in case things go sideways.

Thanks for being here.

It's better than studying for midterms, so...

- What's wrong? - Can't find my goggles.

I know that I left them somewhere...

That's my bad.

I took the liberty of upgrading them.

Enhanced night thermal and spectral light imaging.

And plus side, they're a little less last-decade.

- Thank you. - Speaking of fashion accessories

you two are gonna need these.

- Wow. They're perfect. - They're terrifying.

- Oh, good. Here he comes. - Oh, my God, Preston. There he is.

Thanks for coming out to the taping, folks.

This episode airs next week, but remember, no spoilers.

Dad, can we talk?

That's my daughter, Stephanie. Excuse me.

Now you look at your phone?

When I call, it goes straight to voicemail.

Honey, you know I turn my phone off while we're filming.

I could have been in trouble or dead or something.

Well, I certainly hope it's not the first two.

I'm getting worried about Mom.

She was barely keeping upright at the Parents' Luncheon.

The pain makes it hard for her to be on her feet, sometimes.

That accident was five years ago.

Her pharmacy called me today.

She's been filling extra prescriptions in my name.

I don't think she knows how to stop, Dad.

Is that all this is about?

Chronic means forever.

Doctors, they underprescribe.

She's in a lot of pain.

Why does she have to use my name to get medication?

She uses mine on occasion. That's how we take care of her.

Then we should get her professional help. Maybe rehab.

And what do you think will happen when the tabloids get ahold of that?

Do you want your friends, you teachers...

the entire world to know your mother's personal business?

- They wouldn't have to know. - Trust me. They will find out.

The more people know about you

the more they try to use it against you.

So you would rather we ignore it than get her help?

We are helping her.

You need to call the pharmacy back.

Looks like we're up.

Well, if the Court doesn't kill us

the asbestos and lead-based paint will.

It looks like they've made some upgrades.

Well, here we are.

This is what happens when you don't call first.

I hate to be that girl

but unless this door opens, we are gonna die.

Hey. What's that?

The watches were the key to finding the Court.

Maybe literally.

Anyone hear me?

Loud and clear.

How about Turner and Duela?

We're in.

What are you doing?

I figure we need to look the part.

I'll allow it.

If you want to leave, I can do this myself.

Then who'd keep you alive? You?

And I thought my childhood was messed up.

Don't stare.

How do I not?

Mini-psycho wants to steal my soul. I can't look away.

Brothers and sisters

I have convened this parliament in order to share the wonderful news.

After a hundred long years

the map that the traitor Alan Wayne hid from us has finally been found.

Figured there had to be a reason they wanted that crappy old painting.

It wasn't a painting at all.

Soon we will have that which we have sought for so long

that which we have spent decades of blood and treasure to find...

electrum!

What the hell is "electrum"?

And once we have it in our possession

we will reach heights those who came before us dared only dream of.

We will achieve our greatest triumph of all

mastery over death.

We will no longer suffer the ravages of time

and as the world ages all around us

we will stand impervious to that which would make us wither and decay.

We shall live forever.

Caught you red-handed.

Or should I say empty-handed?

Mom, didn't think you'd be up.

Your curfew isn't a suggestion.

I was with Dad at the studio.

You know, people always tell me

that you two are each other's spitting image.

As a baby, I always thought you'd take after me

but you ended up a daddy's girl.

My mother was right.

A man's only true love will always be his daughter.

You're not supposed to drink on your medication.

I've been taking this a long time.

I know my limits.

Okay. Let's just go to bed, okay?

No.

Hey, Stephanie. No. Don't try to manage me.

Where did you get those?

The pharmacy.

You know what? I take you to how many fencing tournaments?

And you can't even run one little errand for...

I meant who prescribed them?

- A doctor. - Oh, God.

This new pain specialist that I'm seeing...

Who treats a prescription pad like they're sticky notes.

It's medication, sweetie.

Doctor shopping isn't hard when you've got the cash.

Well, then, thank God for your father.

- It isn't funny. - You know, I think

if I was doing something wrong

they would have shut me up in Blackgate by now.

Have you ever thought about how it affects me

having to carry my own mother out of a parents' luncheon?

People were staring.

They always watch us. And your father.

If it weren't for his career

you wouldn't even be able to go to that school.

We owe it to him to always show our best

and I can't do that if I am hurting.

Are you even in pain anymore?

I gave birth to you.

Don't you dare talk to me about pain.

Stephanie!

No... no!

Spoiled little brat!

Mom, please stop!

You need to help me!

Your father and I do everything for you.

You ungrateful little bitch!

Stephanie, you stuck-up bitch!

Electrum.

It's got to be the stuff Eunice was talking about.

She specifically said that the Court gave the Talon

a special substance that increases lifespan.

How is stuff like that even possible?

You can always ask our 130-year-old Talon

- the next time you see him. - Great.

So, we have a murderous cult that wants to be murderous forever.

Oh, hold on.

I got something.

It's not much, though, just a blog referencing

a Gotham Gazette article from the '20s.

All right. What does it say?

A meteorite was discovered by a scientist named Dr. Leviticus

who claimed it had miraculous healing properties.

However, before the results could be confirmed

the authorities discovered Leviticus performing

unauthorized medical procedures on Gotham's poorest citizens.

Fearing arrest, the scientist fled the city

- never to be heard from again. - That's it?

Sleuthing the Web is not my forte, okay?

Blondie picked a hell of a day to ghost us.

Wow.

- What a change. - What do you mean?

Usually, you can't stand being around her.

She's not untalented.

So you're saying she's useful?

- Guys. - What's going on?

New plan. We're stealing the map.

That's inconvenient.

How are we gonna get in there?

It's really a shame you're not feeling well.

What?

What the hell did you do that for?

Authenticity. Now follow my lead.

Hello. My husband is really not feeling well

and I'd really like to get him some air.

Thank you so much.

Come along, darling. Come, come.

I can't believe that actually worked.

Sometimes, you just gotta go with the classics.

Can't see a thing in this stupid mask.

You're not supposed to be in here.

At least you'll be able to fight better without it.

Get 'em!

Well, somebody's gonna notice if we just walk out of here

- with this thing. - No, they won't.

This doesn't involve stabbing me, does it?

Easy-peasy.

Ready to make like our feathered friends and fly?

Right out the front door.

Members of the Court

on what should be a day of celebration

I have some disturbing news to report.

There is a traitor in our midst.

- This doesn't make any sense. - Karma's a bitch.

I say relax and enjoy the show.

We took her off the streets.

Gave her a life she could never have dreamed of

and how does she repay our kindness?

With disloyalty, duplicity, and betrayal.

What do you have to say for yourself?

It is true.

You've given me all that I could have wanted.

Wealth, power, status

and in exchange, I lied

I killed...

I broke the trust of those that were most dear to me

and all it cost me was everything!

But when I discover what you seek to do now

the horrors you seek to become

I suddenly found something in myself that I lost.

And what is that?

A conscience.

I know I'm irredeemable, and I accept the consequences

but you and your Court are the true monsters.

Enough!

How does the Court find her?

- Guilty... guilty! - Guilty... guilty!

And what shall be her punishment?

We kill her.

- Kill her... kill her! - Kill her... kill her!

- Hey! What the hell are you doing? - I can't let her die.

Turner, are you serious?

She helped murder your father. She took everything from you.

You don't owe her a damn thing. Look, we have the painting.

Let's please just walk out of here while we still can.

I can't. But you can.

What happened to "don't do anything stupid," huh?

I've never been good at taking my own advice.

You're really willing to risk everything

to save someone as awful as her?

My dad would.

Finish it.

Take the map. Meet back at the truck.

Okay.

Who are you?

Hey. Stop!

And crap.

- Little Bird. - Please stop calling me that.

Where's Turner?

- Turner! - We have to keep moving.

Why?

Why would you save my life

and risk your own after everything I've done?

Because it was the right thing to do.

Something you wouldn't know anything about.

Now, come on.

They should have been back by now.

Maybe we should go in and help.

I can't just sit here and do nothing.

It's freaking me out!

- Are you guys okay? - Yeah, I think so.

Turner hasn't made it back yet?

Turner...

Thank you. I know I don't deserve...

I don't want your gratitude. I want answers.

I'll tell you what I can. I owe you that much.

Why does the Court want you dead?

I was going to expose them.

I reached out to Harvey, but somehow they found me.

Why would you do that?

Because of what I did to your father.

To you.

Guilt is a parasite that will eat at your soul

until there's nothing left but emptiness.

Is that the only reason?

After the last time I saw you

I discovered what they planned to do with electrum.

Turner, if they find it, they will be a nearly immortal dynasty

that will rule over Gotham in perpetuity.

They will continue to grow fat off the city's misery and suffering.

It will never change. They will never change.

Your father understood that

which is why he changed his will.

What was in it?

What was it that got him killed?

Your father was going to give his fortune to the people of Gotham.

The city's poor would no longer have to resort to crime to survive.

Crime thrives on poverty. The Court thrives on crime.

Bruce wanted to break that cycle. The Court couldn't have that.

Then let's do what he couldn't.

Give me the name of their leader

and I'll burn the Court to the ground.

- It's not that simple. - I want a name.

No!

We have plans for this one.

Turner? Turn...

Turner? Can you hear me?

Turner!

She's asleep.

If I ask you to help your mother...

you help her. Understand?

She's out of control, Dad.

- You can't just keep letting her... - Yes, I can.

Because you do not make the decisions in this family.

Your mother and I do.

I don't think she's capable of making any decisions.

Look at this place.

Who made her do this?

- Okay. We've got to go back. - We don't even know where he is.

Okay. Then we find him.

No, no.

It's too dangerous. This place is swarming with Court.

Going out there now would be suicide.

Really?

All of a sudden, the "Gotham Knights" are a bunch of cowards?

I'm sorry. I thought you all wanted to be heroes.

And you? You're supposed to be his friend.

- I am. - They are going to kill him!

- No, they're not. - How do you know that?

Because if they were, they would have already done it, Duela!

Duela, you heard that creep. All right?

He needs him for something.

If we go in there half-cocked, we're all gonna die

and if that happens, they get away with all of it.

Everything we've done, everything Turner's done...

all of it for nothing.

Okay, so what? We just run away and hide?

No.

We regroup, we make a plan, and we live to fight another day.

Duela, I swear to you we'll find him.

Take him.