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Previously on "Gotham Knights"...

Can we do two minutes on Brody's dad

being the head of The Court?

I've been experiencing something that I can't explain.

I'm losing time, I'm waking up in places

that I--I don't remember going to.

Whatever is happening, it's not me.

-Hiya, Harv. -Why are you here?

-To protect you. -From what?

From things you can't handle.

You're giving Stephanie the cold shoulder again.

I guess you're really taking my advice to heart:

don't fall for straight girls.

No one is falling for anyone.

I thought that if this did happen

that I would feel something.

You have no grasp of social cues whatsoever.

-Not offended. -You only give a damn

about others when there's something in it for you.

Not offended.

Think it was my eighth birthday.

My mom had somehow convinced an Arkham orderly

to give me a cupcake from the vending machine.

I don't know. Maybe it was just the sugar high

or me being a stupid kid, but...

something convinced me to take the long way out that day.

Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

I wanted to see him.

I mean, I didn't care that he was locked in solitary

or that my mom called him "The Most Dangerous Man

in Gotham."

He was still my dad.

Hee hee! Ha ha!

You know, and frankly, I never really found him

all that dangerous...

especially since he remembered to give me a birthday present.

I'm sorry. Arkham let

an 8-year-old wander the halls alone?

Ah! Why am I telling you this?

Because today is your birthday.

How'd you know that?

It's on all your mug shots.

You were born in Arkham.

You've spent every birthday

either alone or with orderlies,

and for the first time ever,

you get to spend it with someone you actually like.

God.

So, what's your birthday wish?

Thanks.

Press is having a field day with this bomb threat. Any news?

Well, someone dropped off a box reeking of gunpowder.

Turns out it was just filled with these.

I thought the Royal Flush gang

was serving 30 years at Blackgate.

Never doubt a copycat.

Not used to being summoned by the District Attorney.

Yeah, well, this couldn't wait.

Are you absolutely sure that you're ready to do this?

I'm sure.

Commissioner Soto,

Stephanie Brown

is willing to sign a sworn affidavit

that Lincoln March is the head of a secret cabal

that's responsible for the deaths of Mayor Hill,

Cressida Clarke,

and Bruce Wayne...

among countless others.

Think I'm gonna need another sugar.

Oh, look who finally remembered he's a fugitive.

That was weird.

Hee hee hee!

That was weirder.

- So, Duela--she's a look. - And?

And you two came in here hugging yesterday's wardrobe.

Not really anybody's business.

Guess who took a ride on the bat-wang.

Me.

Oh, my God.

And yes, Bat-Brat is a very good kisser.

I know you were wondering.

I was not wondering.

-Oh! -Wait.

Where were you?

-Around. -"Around."

Well, we're wanted fugitives.

We don't really get to just be "around." Around where?

The library. Mm-hmm.

Turns out libraries-- kinky as hell.

Sorry-not-sorry to whoever has to reshelve YA Fantasy.

You know, I read those books.

Oh, my God. Do you want to know something really juicy?

Why do you want to know this?

You disappeared for 12 hours without checking in.

-You're not my keeper. -We didn't know where you were, Turner.

If you were caught or in GCPD custody--

Dude, relax. Nothing happened.

Several times, like, uh, many, many times.

I honestly lost count at a certain point.

Like a couple times in your favorite section, and then we moved

to the other side of the library and, like,

nonfiction, then we moved to history.

You almost died, Turner, and you didn't even say, "Thanks."

You missed the part where everybody lied to my face.

-What are you talking about? -Don't you get it, Cullen?

I--I'm done talking about my dad,

about Cressida, about clearing my name.

Where has it gotten me, huh?

I live in a belfry with a bunch of criminals.

-Carrie. -Carrie.

Carrie's grounded. Who's calling?

Her mom answered the phone.

-Why? -I don't know,

but it can't be good. I'll be right back.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You're gonna leave me with Horny and Hornier?

Uh, I don't know. Wear headphones.

Oh...

Oh. Ew.

Damn it.

Yes, I need help.

Thank you.

After my dad got out of Arkham,

I promised myself that if I ever ran into him,

I was gonna shoot this bullet straight through his heart

as a go-to-hell for abandoning me.

But then Batman took care of him for you.

Oh.

Hold on. This is fun.

Did Batman kill 3/4 of our parents?

Hey...

I say we go party about it.

A citywide manhunt doesn't just hit pause

because it's your b-day.

Well...

if we keep an ear to the scanner,

we'll know when they're coming to crash the fun.

-Does Harper know you have that? -Come on.

We're meeting with one of Batman's biggest haters.

And, hey, news of him killing the parents of an 8-year-old

would have been all over the streets back then, right?

So maybe my contact knows what happened.

Who's this contact?

Come with me and find out.

Or stay holed up here,

being...

dark and broody, like dear old Daddy,

in the very place that's kept you from seeing

the truth about everyone you thought cared about you.

What's it gonna be, Bat-Brat?

I won't let anything happen to you.

Rebecca's still not answering.

Did Brody say where they were going?

Just somewhere safe, and then he ditched his phone.

I need to, um... I need to handle this.

-Rebecca? -Uh, no, it's work stuff.

I'll be back in 20.

Oh...don't talk to anyone without me.

Good morning, Doc.

I can't keep doing this, Mr. Brown.

I gave your wife a prescription last week.

If anyone's paying attention--

I promise, this is the last time.

You said that last time.

Oh, hey, come on, Doc.

Celebrity "Quiz Bowl's" tonight.

You want to come to the taping?

-I'm on a shift. -Next time, then...

as a contestant.

You really are a life saver, Doc.

I'm really sorry.

Arthur Brown, please step out of the car.

Commissioner!

I believe she's on her lunch break.

Or she's in your pocket,

unless you're here to tell me that you're not

CEO of a cult with a BDSM Birdman as their mascot.

That's very colorful.

And your evidence of this is...where, hmm?

If you could prove any of that,

I'd be the one in handcuffs

and not your dad.

My dad?

Oh, you didn't hear?

He was just arrested on drug charges.

You set him up?

Me? No. No.

I love "Quiz Bowl."

Big fan, but prescription fraud's a real problem these days.

With all the doctors Arthur shopped over the years,

I hear he's facing 20 to life.

You're a monster.

Now, there is some good news.

GCPD kept his arrest off the press' radar,

which means that the wholesome image your family

has worked so hard to project

is still safely intact.

Your dad could be back hosting "Quiz Bowl" by day's end--

charges dropped, record wiped,

the public none the wiser.

What do you want from me?

Cullen, you can't be here.

Oh, my mom threatened to call the cops

- if I tried to contact you guys. - Why?

I told her I'm Robin.

OK, so how did coming out go?

Didn't exactly end in a hug.

I guess being a 15-year-old vigilante

isn't what she had in mind when she told me

to help out around the community.

Carrie, I--I'm so sorry.

Would it help or hurt to hear

that The Joker's daughter banged Batman's son?

That visual is gonna haunt me forever.

Please tell me you're joking.

Yeah, I wish I was.

I--I really don't know what's up with him.

It's like he's given up.

OK, Batman was responsible

for the death of Turner's parents.

That's why Bruce Wayne adopted him.

Turner found out from The Court,

but I already knew because Bruce

had confessed it in his journals.

You ripped out those pages?

Harper.

So, Carrie has all the tea.

Duela and Turner are M.I.A.,

and they took the scanner with them.

Meaning whatever they're doing has them dodging cops.

Meaning you two need to find those dumbasses before the cops do.

Stole these off a table,

so I have no idea what they are.

Wouldn't want it any other way.

You know what's crazy?

That a beanie somehow makes me unrecognizable.

Well, that and that we never would have met

if we both hadn't been framed for murder.

Oh, yeah.

To The Court of Owls.

Ah.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Shoot.

So, this...Turner with

the beanie...right?

In a club with way too much bass,

getting a little drunk, being a little dangerous.

Heh!

Would you say this is

Bat-Brat spring break?

Or is this the new you?

Come on! I bought you a drink!

Aah!

Remember that next time

you think about getting handsy with a stranger.

Aah!

Oh, my God. That woman is crazy.

I know. Heh!

I love her. Ha ha!

Lookie who flew the coop!

-Hi, Mom. -Ha ha!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh, my beautiful baby girl. I am loving this blonde.

You are a model. I mean,

is she or is she not a supermodel?

She's very pretty.

You know, every birthday, this was my wish,

and now it's finally come true.

Oh, my girl.

So, um, Mrs....

-Oh, call me Jane. -Jane.

OK, um, how did you find us?

-Well, I found her. Mm-hmm. -Always said, when I got out

of Arkham, I would send Duela a smoke signal.

Mm-hmm.

A bomb threat down at the GCPD,

like a little care package containing a clue.

You know, I heard it. I heard it come in

- over the scanner. Ha ha! - Uh-huh.

And I'm pretty sure GCPD is still playing

52-card pickup with all those ace of clubs.

Nice.

So, how did you get out?

Oh. Good behavior.

Your behavior? Heh! Mom.

Hey, come on. I don't see you for two months,

and now you, uh, you're gonna show up with a boyfriend?

- Oh, I'm-- - Oh, he's not a--

I'm not. We're...roommates?

Well, we're Gotham's most wanted fugitives,

on the run, together.

Mm-hmm. - Because you killed Batman.

- Duela didn't kill Batman. - She's never killed anybody.

Well, only because the opportunity hasn't presented itself, but,

technically speaking, yes, the whole Batman thing is

a big, gross misunderstanding, so, uh,

OK, that is actually why Turner's here.

He just found out that Batman killed his parents

back in the day, now he's looking for answers.

- From me? - Uh-huh.

What do I care about a guy who looks better in tights than I do?

Uh, the part where he killed my dad.

I'm gonna go get another round.

Turner, wait.

It's fine. You guys catch up.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on. Let me do your lips.

-OK. OK. -Come on. Ha ha ha!

Daddy, what did you do?

It's a setup,

so that the GCPD can wipe the egg

off their face about those missing kids!

What, they told you about the deal?

Gloatingly,

although I am relieved

I won't miss getting to roast Rick Pimento

on the show tonight.

I can't help you, Dad.

What are you talking about?

If I give up their location, my friends will die.

Your mother will die if you don't.

I cannot take care of her from prison.

You're not taking care of her, Dad.

- You're keeping her drugged. - I am keeping her alive!

I'm keeping her from pain,

anger...

depression.

You're a teenage girl

with a long,

vibrant, and successful life

ahead of her,

who should not be dealing

with this right now.

So let me be there

to help her, Stephanie.

Let's help Mom now,

before it gets any worse, OK?

Yeah.

What do you mean, you're broke?

Well, I mean, I can't really go out

and make a score while I'm dodging a manhunt to clear my name.

You disappointed?

Don't be silly.

I've been itching to get back in the game,

make a little money, get my baby girl the hell outta Gotham.

Um...

what would you say

if I invited Turner?

I'd say you haven't listened to a word I said about men.

Well, Mom, come on. He's not even 18.

Well, if Turner makes you happy,

that makes me happy.

Here's your lipstick.

-Thanks. -Yeah.

Next round's on me.

Hey...

you look familiar.

I owe you money or something?

We worked a grift at Oswald's back in the day.

You paid me double.

Ah, Five-Finger Franny.

Ha ha ha ha! Tell me, Franny,

what's 5% of a $10 million reward?

Juice of the bean for the Sarge.

Attention, rookies!

If you gotta be a rook,

be a rook like Hines.

That's all.

Cool. So, look,

the, uh, police scanner over at Somerset

kind of involuntarily put in its paperwork.

You got one around here that we can borrow until the update arrives?

Let's see.

It's our last spare.

Careful with it.

Of course. Thank you.

Yo, Hines.

Yeah?

Bunch of the boys are catching the game

at O'Malley's tonight. You in?

You know, I--

I wish I could, but I got plans.

-Maybe next time. -For sure.

Hey, uh, what's that about?

"Quiz Bowl" host got pinched in a sting op.

Commissioner's keeping a lid on it till his kid cuts a deal.

A deal? Wh-what kind of deal?

Heard she got a bead on Bruce Wayne's killers.

Hey, look, I'm--I'm sorry I didn't tell you

you were meeting my mom, OK? I didn't want to scare you.

She stabbed a guy through the hand.

-Oh, come on. -He wasn't even right-handed.

You don't know that.

Well, he might not have been right-handed.

We both know she wasn't released on good behavior.

Turner, I don't really care

why she was released, frankly.

For the first time in my entire life, I have a mom.

She's a con artist who went to Arkham for delusions of grandeur.

Who's to say she's not scamming her own daughter right now?

No, don't stand there and tell me you haven't dreamt of a moment

like this every single day since your parents died.

You're right. You're right.

I'm sorry. I get it.

Say...say my mom could get us out of Gotham tonight...

with no cops, no strings,

no trace, nothing.

Would you be down?

What about everyone else?

Oh, who cares about everyone else?

Um...

Know what?

Forget it.

Yeah, you know, you're too pretty for a life on the run anyways.

- Honestly, I think you'd just slow us down.

I mean, look at you. You're already drunk.

Actually, it's kind of pathetic.

Um, so much for not offended.

Good luck, Turner.

I'll see you never.

Turner?

Harv.

I have no idea what the hell you're doing here,

- but you're going home. - Harvey, get off me!

Turner, you have any idea how reckless you're being?

No more reckless than trusting people who say they care about me!

What's going on? Where's this coming from?

Did you know Batman killed my parents?

-What? -Huh?

Did you help Bruce cover that up, too?

Batman had a code. He didn't kill.

He killed The Joker.

Where'd you hear that? The Joker's daughter?

At least she and I have something in common.

Come on, Turner.

You knew your dad better than anyone.

If you heard that Batman killed your parents,

there's got to be a whole lot more to that story.

Hey, Turner.

Turner.

Turner!

Oh...

Mom.

Hey, Mom. Heh!

Uh, what the hell are you doing?

It's your birthday present.

Ta da!

Harvey Dent in a straitjacket?

The Riddler wasn't using it, so I figured

sort of symbolic, seeing as Harvey made me

wear one of these for 18 years.

Slow down. What?

Harvey Dent was the guy who cried looney tunes

and locked you away?

How did I not know this?

Oh, well, Harvey's got a whole pile

of dirty laundry.

Luckily for us, I've got two hands,

pins, and a clothesline for days.

You would even hesitate to help your dad

says it all, you ungrateful little bitch!

You have the perfect life!

We have given you everything!

The best school, the best shot at M.I.T.,

the best chance at actually having a success!

My life is not perfect!

My whole life is a lie,

meticulously and painstakingly crafted by you and Dad.

Everything I've ever done, ever said,

ever worn, has all been

to put on some twisted show!

To what?

To make people believe that we're the ideal family

that they can only aspire to be?

But I am done.

I'm done acting.

I'm done hiding who I really am.

I'm done being manipulated by you both.

Do you even love me, or was I just some overpriced investment?

Do not touch her!

What are you doing here?

You are just like every other deadbeat,

numbing their insecurities.

You hate seeing her happy

and successful because you are not.

You hate that she is selfless

and kind and everything you're not!

So you project everything that you hate about yourself onto her.

She does not deserve that...

and you do not deserve her.

Thank you.

Cullen called.

I thought you were gonna sell us out.

I was wrong.

Did you find Turner and Duela?

Yep, two units are en route to the Bowery

for a possible Turner Hayes sighting at the Ace O' Clubs.

We've gotta go. Turner's in trouble.

Unh!

You.

Oh, 18 years later

and he still gives me the turn-on tingles.

OK, ew.

You have to go find Turner.

- He passed out at that bar. - Oh, come on.

Like you care about anyone but yourself.

I mean, the only reason that you came to the club was because you got

a threatening text from a voter, saying

they'd uncovered some evidence about some crazy bitch

named Jane Doe, and lookie how fast

you came running.

Arkham doesn't respond well to escapees, you know.

Oh, no, I didn't escape. Heh!

I was released,

thanks to your very kind

and very convince-able political opponent, Lincoln March.

Did you mention that you were my lunatic stalker?

What, you stalked Harvey Dent?

No.

I fell for him,

for the handsome,

charming,

hilariously crude Harvey Dent.

Jane, you are delusional.

We were never together.

Oh, we had a love affair.

And then one day,

he stops taking my calls,

and then he's denying knowing me to everyone

- in his office when I stop by. - When you stopped by?

Jane, you gave my secretary a cow's heart.

- You were dangerously unhinged. - No, and then,

come nighttime, when no one else is around,

and Harvey gets that insatiable itch...

- Still ew. - Guess who comes knocking

at my door?

Hmm?

Not once...

not twice...

but dozens of times,

telling me he cares about me,

wanting love.

It was like I was dealing with two completely different men...

a two-faced liar, masquerading as a city savior.

So you gaslit my mother into believing she was crazy...

And then you flexed

your power to lock her behind bars

for 18 years?

I think I can explain all of this.

Oh, no, I already did explain it

to Lincoln March, who can now run

behind the campaign slogan

"Harvey Dent,

The Most Dangerous Man in Gotham."

But you always said my dad was

The Most Dangerous Man in Gotham.

And I meant it.

Duela, meet your real father,

Harvey Dent!

No.

Nope, I'm not seeing it.

Yeah, I was two weeks into Arkham

when I started to realize that the morning sickness wasn't

from the cafeteria sludge. Heh!

It was from you!

And the only way I was gonna send my baby

out into a world where I couldn't protect her

was to ensure that she didn't need protecting.

So you told everyone that

Gotham's most prolific murderer

- was my dad? - Yep.

I still remember his laugh when I asked him.

The Joker knew I wasn't his?

Of course he did.

But he liked you,

and once he realized you could fend for yourself,

he--he stopped paying attention.

Is any of this true?

Did you sleep with my mom and then lie about it?

I don't know.

No.

No, you either did

or you didn't.

It's not impossible.

"Not impossible"?

My mother spent my entire life behind bars!

I grew up alone, being told on the daily

that my mother was some unfit sociopath!

I'm sorry. I know this must be so--

No! No! No! You ruined my life!

I didn't know about you!

I didn't.

That part, I swear. I...

I didn't know, Duela.

What is this?

Opportunity presenting itself.

We need to find Turner and Duela.

The APB was only for Turner.

Dispatcher, on radio: All units, all units.

Suspect Turner Hayes has been spotted at Ace O' Clubs.

We gotta get out of here now.

OK. You run, they chase,

so we hide in plain sight.

How do we do that?

We dance.

GCPD. Turner Hayes!

Harper?

Hey, keep it down, OK?

Secret-identity sitch going on over here.

OK. Guess we need to get you one

of those codenames like Robin.

Or Bluebird.

Don't, OK?

Just keep your eyes on me.

You don't even know the cops are here

'cause you're too busy looking at me.

Perimeter with roadblocks

south side of the Ace O' clubs.

Dispatcher, got eyes on Hayes.

Did you hear that?

He's out cold in a storage room, but I got a pulse.

Possible O.D.

We're running out of time.

I couldn't help but feel the Freek in your pants. Hand her over.

Uh----say again?

I'm guessing this place never disabled their SSID broadcasting,

so if I boost my phone signal with Freek,

I can bypass their firewall, get their gateway address,

and run an arpspoof command to forward their security cameras' IP addresses

directly to m...

I know, I know.

My brain just moves too fast sometimes, but I just--

- I can't explain it all. - You don't have to.

OK. You're just...

you.

And you're just you.

OK, got into their cameras.

Cycle back to where the cops arrived.

Oh---- magic number 614.

Ready to spoil the party?

All right, folks.

Consider this last call.

Excuse me, officer. I think I saw those fugitives from the news.

Show me.

Where?

Oh!

Yep. Right there.

Let's go.

Kid's fine. Just drunk. Heh!

Bringing him in.

Copy that. I'll notify Central.

Battery's dead on this one.

Cruiser's D.O.A. in the alley on the south side. Anyone copy?

Be advised. 5228 just handed

Turner Hayes off to Car 614.

ETA 15 minutes to Central.

Copy, 5228. Central Booking will press intake.

Contact Commissioner Soto to advise.

Any word on the other fugitives?

Listen. Listen to me.

You take me in, I'm dead.

Then you're lucky it's me

and not some Court executioner.

-Cullen? -That's Officer Hines to you.

Cullen!

Oh! Ha ha!

Oh!

OK, I think--I think I know what happened here.

And please, please, I-- it's gonna sound insane,

but please hear me out. Please?

30 seconds.

- OK. - 29.

OK, I used to suffer from a psychological disorder

where there were-- there were two of me.

One was the Harvey that you see

sitting before you, begging for his life,

and the other was a rogue, reckless version,

who, at the time, I didn't know how to control.

That's who hurt you.

Friendly advice-- um, try and use your 30 seconds

to come across slightly less psychotic than The Joker.

That's what I'm saying, OK?

You're in control now, Duela.

You spent your entire life believing that you were The Joker's daughter.

Of course you're gonna live up to that name.

You don't have to do that anymore.

You don't...

'cause that's not your name.

Pull the trigger, Due!

You are in control, Duela.

We spent 18 years apart because of him!

This is your clean slate.

So make him pay for what he did to us!

Be the woman that I know you want to be.

Be your mother's daughter, Duela!

So, um, if you wouldn't mind

not pulling a runner so I can actually eat dinner, that'd be great.

Didn't ask you to save me.

You don't have to ask, Turner!

That's the point!

Look, you--you want to push me away?

You want to sleep with Duela and make all

these idiotic choices and straight-up lie to my face?

Fine.

I'm not abandoning you.

And one day, when this all gets me killed, maybe then,

maybe then you'll realize how much you actually matter to me.

No--

Um, feel free to take the couch.

Turner thinks Duela ran off with her mom.

She just got released out of Arkham.

-Damn. -Yeah.

Sounds like I'm not the only one that had a crazy day.

Guess I can't blame her, though.

Took my dad asking me to put my friends' lives in jeopardy

for me to realize that...

I wasn't their daughter.

I was...

their puppet.

Of course, I'd even hook up with the guy

that had the perfect last name in their eyes...

even though he never made me feel...

What?

Anything at all.

Now that my strings are cut,

I don't even know

who I am or...

what I like...

what I want.

But you do...

in your gut.

For once in your life, don't think before you answer.

What does Stephanie Brown want?

So that's what it feels like.

Ahh!

Franny said we could hole up here for a bit

till I tie up a few loose ends, then we'll

put this hellhole in our rearview.

"Queen of coffee" or "I love my kitty"?

Oh, whatever.

Listen...I know it probably feels

like the whole earth underneath your feet went kaput...

but Harvey Dent was evil, right?

He kept us away from each other

for 18 years.

He took your childhood.

He took my motherhood!

And you...

mm!

Oh!

You showed me you are exactly who I

raised you to be.

I am so unbelievably proud of you, baby girl.

To my daughter,

my hero,

the most dangerous girl in Gotham.

Welcome back, sir.

You're at Gotham Gen.

Couple utility workers found you

- on the old red line. - I should be dead.

Yeah, not if fate had a say.

EMTs found it in your pocket.

You gotta be kidding me. The coin saved me?

I don't think that's a good thing, sir.

Something tells me you're gonna wish you were dead.

It looks like one of the fugitives suspected

in the high-profile murder of Bruce Wayne

has a new name--

Duela Dent.

Harvey Dent allegedly sired the young woman

with Arkham inmate Jane Doe,

who claims she was locked away in order

to cover up Harvey's illicit affair.

This will no doubt impact the polls.

How's it healing?

The wound will heal,

but the idea of my wife secretly tasking

her Talon to run me through with his sword

will take a little more time.

I had to distance you from The Court.

Mm-hmm.

But if I'd known you'd just leave out

your trophies for your son to find,

I'd have told the Talon to aim a little higher.

Hey, Rebecca, it's me.

Can you please call me back so I know you're OK?

I know about Lincoln and The Court,

and I promise you, I'm gonna do everything in my power

to stop your husband.

I won't let anything happen to you.

I won't let anything happen to you.

I won't let anything happen to you.

Greg, move your head!