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Previously on "Gotham Knights"...

Beware the Court of Owls

that watches all the time.

My mom's the one that's behind everything--

the Court, Cressida's murder,

probably Bruce Wayne's, too.

Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch.

Duela, meet your real father,

Harvey Dent!

Behind granite and lime...

Given how superstitious Alan Wayne was, I'm guessing

all his buildings have secret 13th floors.

Wouldn't that mean Wayne Tower has one?

Aah!

This isn't who I raised you to be.

This is exactly who you raised me to be.

Nobody is bulletproof.

Just ask your friend Batman.

Mom, Dad, I missed you so much.

We watch you at your hearth.

We watch you in your bed.

- They're all dead. - Hands in the air!

Speak not a whispered word of us,

or we'll send the Talon for your head.

Kill them all.

How many ways do you want me to tell you the same thing?

Well, I'm just trying to get it straight.

So, first, you were framed for killing Bruce Wayne

by the same people who then framed you for killing Cressida Clarke,

who you say worked for the people who framed you,

and now you're saying that you've been framed

for killing the people who framed you?

Yes, that--that is exactly what the Court of Owls does.

So, I guess my question is, who's left to frame you now that everyone is dead?

Well, technically, some of them can't die, all right?

Look, there's this thing. It's called Electrum,

and it's--it's-- it's a space rock.

A meteorite comprised of mineral alloys with healing properties.

That allows you to live forever?

In small doses. The Court puts it in a back molar,

and it releases over time, giving an increased lifespan.

That is how their Talon has stayed alive for over a hundred years.

Talon, a-as in the nursery rhyme?

As in a brutal, sword-wielding killing machine.

That can never die.

Well, not until Turner cut off his head.

But he was totally justified!

Do you feel you were justified

in killing the mayor and dozens of Gotham's elite

because you believe they were part of some secret cabal?

We didn't kill them.

- Then who did? - My mother.

Rebecca March,

who's still unaccounted for?

She killed the Court?

She is The Court.

She has been for centuries.

If she's willing to sacrifice the entire Court,

no one in Gotham is safe.

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You're gonna make me beg, aren't you?

Rebecca.

You know, it didn't have to be this way.

Heh heh! Trust me.

I tried to avoid this way for years,

but you just couldn't

resist a good mystery.

Well, call me old-fashioned, but if we were gonna have a future together,

I think I deserved to know that you could have fought in the Civil War.

Prolonged life is a gift, Harvey,

one I'm prepared to offer you.

This is the Electrum I'd reserved

for my now-deceased Court.

Start over with me, Harvey.

No more baggage.

No more sneaking around.

No more fake marriages.

You're not the Rebecca that I fell in love with.

No,

you are not the Harvey who fell in love with me,

at least...not yet.

Heh! So, that's it?

You can't have me, so, the crazy one's gonna be your rebound?

I hate to break it to you, Rebecca, but it's gonna take

a lot more than a few keys on the piano to bring him back.

I know.

Let go of me!

All right. Let me walk by myself.

- Let me go! - Duela?

Now then.

You know, I shot him point-blank,

so, whatever you think you're doing

isn't really gonna work because the guy hates me.

What the hell are you doing?

Just let her go.

Let yourself go, Harvey.

Choose your better half, and your daughter leaves here alive.

Oh, come on. A bomb, seriously?

Your mother may have been willing to cash you in

like a hot handbag, but...

then she's always been a blight on society.

Your father, however, is good

and moral and just,

and I have no doubt he'll do anything to save you.

Rebecca, don't do this.

I'll give you the disarm code

when you give me the real Harvey.

I need to go pack my bags.

I'll leave room for your toothbrush.

I need to see my daughter Carrie Kelly.

I've been waiting two hours.

She's still being questioned.

She's 15.

Well, congratulations. You raised the youngest

mass murderer in Gotham history.

I am not a killer.

Why is it so hard for you to believe that?

Maybe I think being a killer is in your blood.

What?

You don't remember me, do you?

This isn't the first time we've met, Mr. Hayes.

I was the lead detective investigating the death of your parents.

You couldn't solve that one either, huh?

Some detective.

Certainly not the world's greatest.

Oh, yeah.

I knew Bruce Wayne, only I knew him as Batman.

Did you know he was the one who killed my parents?

Did you bury the case to protect him?

I buried it to protect an 8-year-old boy.

From what, the truth about how my parents died?

From the truth of who they were.

Your parents were murderers, Turner,

assassins.

That's a lie.

They--they cleaned office buildings.

That was their cover.

Your parents' last assignment?

Kill the Batman.

This is insane.

The truth often is.

Your parents worked

for an international criminal

named Henri Ducard.

When I interviewed you back then,

you told me about your parents' friend Mr. Henry?

Well, Ducard wanted Batman dead

and he tasked your parents with doing it.

Instead, they got themselves killed.

Just got the report back from forensics.

Want to know what they found?

Explosives?

Traces of nitroglycerin were found on your jacket when you were booked.

What?

It's from those barrels,

the ones in the March building.

If all those barrels are filled with nitroglycerin--

Rebecca's planning something awful.

- You have to trust us. - Why? Because you know

the location of a whole bunch of bomb-making materials?

No, because of that.

This is Soto. Talk to me.

Power's been cut. The whole damn building's out.

Owls hunt better in the dark.

I want the entire building on lockdown,

- now. - Copy that.

Bringing backup generators online now.

I need a unit

to motor pool, now! Officer down!

- I repeat, officer down! - What's the situation?

We got multiple intruders just cutting their way through the Bomb Squad.

They're making their way up now.

We need help in the motor pool!

I repeat, we need help in the motor pool!

Oh!

What the hell are those things?

Your mom sold you out, huh?

Sorry.

I'm sure she had no idea it was gonna wind you up here--

Yeah, we're not doing this. Thanks.

Fine. Um...

how 'bout I just talk and you listen, OK?

Duela, your mom screwed you over.

I screwed over you and your mom, but your--

your dad isn't...

I mean...

I'm not who you thought I was.

Your childhood was stolen from you.

None of it is fair.

None of that is how any kid should ever have to grow up.

Duela, if I had known you existed,

and if you had had

an actual father figure in your life,

then none of this would have happened.

And all of that pain

and the frustration and hatred

that had to go into you pulling that trigger,

I deserved...

every last bit of that,

and I'm starting to think that the only reason that I survived

was so that I could have a chance to make it up to you,

because I---- I shouldn't be here.

I should not be alive, and I am not gonna waste my second chance.

Starting with getting us out of this mess,

I am gonna make it up to you.

Duela...

Someone cares about you now, OK?

OK.

All right, listen up! I want officers securing

every way into this part of the building.

Yes, sir.

All units fall back!

Repeat! Fall back to--aah!

OK, how do we stop these things?

I--I'm sorry. "Things," as in--as in more than one?

Yeah, it seems your nursery rhyme added a few more characters.

We need weapons, the ones you impounded from the Batcave.

What makes you think that you can stop them?

Because we've done it before.

Because we're the Gotham Knights.

Aah!

Everybody! Hit the deck!

All right.

All right, I'm gonna apply pressure. This'll hurt.

Mom?

Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom! Please!

Oh, no! Stay with me! Please, please!

No, Mom!

Carrie, crying: No, no!

No! Please!

Dr. Kelley's in surgery right now.

- How's it looking? - Considering Dr. Kelley's

the best surgeon they have, and she can't operate on herself...

we're just hoping second-best will do.

How's Carrie?

About as good as you'd expect.

Commissioner Soto's still unconscious, so, we can't rely on GCPD for backup.

Where are you?

Headed up to your parents' 13th floor to check out those nitro barrels.

Can't be a coincidence the Talons took out the Bomb Squad.

OK. Just...

be careful.

So, are you two, like, a thing now?

- Who two? - You and Harper.

Uh, are we a thing?

Because it's obvious.

- It is? - Oh.

- Oh, yeah, totally. - Like, big time.

Huh.

OK, then.

I thought you said there'd be a bunch of barrels here.

There were,

and they didn't have that.

There are two mercury tilt switches.

You move this thing or deactivate it, and this thing blows.

By my count, there used to be 7 other barrels here.

And this cell phone detonator is talking

to 7 other phones just like it.

So, if Rebecca has 7 other bombs,

where are they?

Tracing the cell phone's frequencies

to their points of origin and...

oh, my God.

Of course--

8 bombs, one for each

of the skyscrapers designed by Alan Wayne.

So, Rebecca March has hidden a bomb on each of the building's 13 floors.

Why would she do that? Same reason she killed off her Court

and sent the Talons after us.

If she erases every trace of her past

and every piece of evidence hiding in these buildings,

then she gets to start over with a clean slate.

She's gonna do more than that.

These are massive granite

and lime buildings we're talking about.

Tens of thousands of people will die.

Uh, OK, wait, hold on. Based on these signals,

all of the bombs are connected to one,

the "mother" bomb.

Please tell me it's just nurturing and slightly overbearing.

I wish.

It's the bomb that sets off all the others.

So, where is this mother bomb?

Purple, red, green, yellow.

I--I can't tell. Would you call that a mauve?

I thought bombs were your specialty.

No, they were the Joker's specialty.

Now you wish I was his daughter?

I might have to give Rebecca what she wants.

Can you even do that at will? Don't you have to, like,

chant 3 times into a mirror or something?

No, not anymore. I just have to close my eyes and ask him to come out.

Duela? Hey, hey, what are you doing?

- I'm phoning backup. - Don't. D-don't. You could blow us up.

Uh, it's ringing.

Uh, hello?

Hey, girl.

- It's Duela. - Oh, let me guess.

You and your mom ran out of gas on your way out of Gotham, and now

you need the only number you can remember to come to your rescue?

Have you ever thought about finding an outlet for your anger?

You're the outlet, Duela.

Look, I--I gotta go, OK?

Rebecca March planted bombs all over the city. Yeah, I know.

I am strapped to one.

How do you think I'm calling you?

You're calling me from the bomb's phone?

OK, hold on. I'm putting you on speaker.

Great. Brains aplenty. So, OK.

I am being held hostage here with Harvey.

- Uh. Harvey's there? - Yes,

and it turns out he suffers from, uh,

- what is it called? - Identity dysmorphia.

It's complicated, but I have, uh--

Basically, it means there's an evil twin riding shotgun

in his brain who occasionally likes to pop out

and do things like kill his own father,

knock up my mother, uh, bang the Head of the Court of Owls.

Look, I'm--I'm sorry. I'm on a clock here.

What does Rebecca want? Um,

she'll tell us how to disarm the bomb

if I unleash my dark side and promise to leave Gotham with her,

but I've been locking that side of me away

for some time, and trust me when I say

any solution is better than ever letting him out again.

Uh, we may have a decent one, actually.

We outlined the circuitry of the bomb network,

based on the data we pulled off of Freek and the wire configuration

we analyzed on the bomb in the March building.

Since Duela's bomb at Wayne is the trigger for all the other bombs,

then, in theory, if Duela disarmed hers,

all the other bombs would disarm as well.

Oh! Bingo!

Ha ha! Nerds to the rescue!

OK! Uh, this is gonna be complicated,

but start by finding the red and purple wires.

No, stop! We are not doing this again.

The red and purple are power chargers.

Duela cannot disarm her bomb. Yes,

I can, and I know you know how.

You were using your giddy tech-girl voice.

I've analyzed the programming, and the way these bombs are linked,

if Duela disarms her bomb, then all of the others detonate.

But that doesn't make any sense.

Why would Rebecca tell us how to disarm the bomb?

Because she needs a patsy.

She flees the city and Duela takes the fall as the girl who blew it up.

Uh, OK, but... just to be clear,

if I were to do that,

then this bomb won't blow up, right?

Uh, d-don't-- don't do anything.

OK, we're--we're gonna find a way out of this.

Says the guy not chained to a bomb.

Carrie?

- Carrie? - Mom...

Hey, I'm here,

all right?

I'm just glad to see you are, too.

Um, Dr. Ray says you're not out of the woods yet, but that you're a fighter.

Huh.

If he's trotting out that old chestnut, it must be bad.

What does my chart say?

Um...

"successful repair of penetrating abdominal trauma."

Skip to the part about complications.

"Organ dysfunction caused by onset

of septic shock."

But they're treating with miladiaxone.

Drug of last resort.

Mom...

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry that I got you into this.

Turns out I'm not the only fighter in this family.

Batman chose well.

With him gone,

this city is lucky to have you...

which is why you have to go.

Mom, I'm not leaving you.

It's not in your power to save my life,

sweet girl.

And from the looks of things around here,

there are others you can help save.

I've decided to trust you

to survive this.

Time for you to do the same for me.

Go.

Gotham needs its Robin.

I have to let him out.

No.

Harvey, the other you put my mom in Arkham.

- He's a dick. - Yeah, I know....

but he's also diabolically clever,

- and he'll get you out of this. - OK, well, no.

Just think about it. If you let him out, then Rebecca gives us

the disarm code, right? And if we disarm this bomb,

then Gotham goes kaboom.

No, we won't have to disarm it because he

will find a way to outsmart her little scheme.

Fighting crazy with crazy is the literal definition of crazy.

- You have to trust me on this, Duela. - OK, well,

maybe I don't trust myself with the disarm code then, huh?

- What if that's my only way out? - That's what I'm saying.

- This is the way out. - But not for us!

I just sat here listening to you assure me

that you would make up for 18 years

of a crappy life that I didn't deserve.

And I believed you...

so, I don't want to lose that.

I don't want to lose you.

OK, then you have to make me a promise.

You just find a way to bring me back.

What do you mean?

Hmm...

Harvey, please don't do this.

- Hmm, hmm... - Please, please do not do this.

- Come on! - Hmm, hmm, hmm...

Harvey!

Harvey!

Dad!

Ha ha ha ha!

Oh, Harvey.

Harvey, Harvey, Harvey.

What mess have you gotten us into this time?

Duela, I swear we're gonna get you and Harvey out of this.

Yeah, well, Harvey can't come to the phone right now

'cause he's currently the other guy.

- Hey, kids. - So, you might want

to factor that into your little rescue plan.

OK, I--I swear to you, I promise we're gonna ge--

Duela?

She hung up.

OK, who actually thinks Duela is gonna sacrifice herself

to save a city that never gave a damn about her?

Are we raising hands or is this an anonymous vote?

Any update on your mom?

Let's just say that saving Gotham

from imminent disaster is a welcome distraction.

Yeah, but the question is, can we save it from Duela saving herself?

I mean, we all know what she's gonna do, right?

Maybe Stephanie and I can reverse-engineer the programming

so that arming the mother bomb disarms the 7 others.

We'd have to clear the area unit by unit.

- Oh, I can take care of that. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, backsies.

What are you saying, that we...

we blow up Wayne Tower before Duela decides

to blow up the rest of the city?

OK, someone has to say it.

Are we really gonna trade tens of thousands of lives for one?

Maybe we just trust Duela to wait for us to find a better solution.

I think what they're saying is that this is the better solution.

Duela didn't think twice about blowing herself up to save me.

Dude, she doesn't care about Gotham the way she cares about you.

That wasn't always the case, Cullen. Are you saying she can't change?

- And are you willing to bet the whole city on that? - I'm willing to bet on her!

This morning, I learned that Batman didn't kill my parents.

They died because he was defending himself from them.

Oh, my God.

My parents were prolific assassins,

monsters who murdered God knows how many people

in cold blood.

That's who I come from.

So, if you're gonna stand there and judge somebody

based on where they came from, well,

you may as well turn your backs on me, too.

I chose my own path. I'm here,

with all of you who chose your own paths, too.

Duela has the same choice.

I can't believe I'm about to say this.

I vote we trust Duela.

Me, too.

Three.

OK.

That still doesn't stop all these other bombs from going off.

We just need one of them to go off, right?

Apone, it's Cullen. Cullen Row.

Yeah, I'm a little busy here.

Not sure I got time to give you

a proper "thank you" for saving my life.

Well, then how about helping me save a lot more?

I need you to evacuate the area around Wayne Tower.

I'm a little short-staffed here.

I got more badges in the hospital than I do on duty.

Besides, do you know what would happen if I diverted all those resources?

I know what'll happen if you don't.

You need to trust me.

Hey, Rebecca,

for a woman who likes me to use my hands,

you're sure you want to keep me tied up?

Psst. Hey.

Girl strapped to the barrel of nitro,

you want to push that disarm button?

I knew this would happen.

Oh, come on, do it. Rebecca made it so easy.

It's like sending a spam call to voicemail.

You promised me another way out of this!

Who did? Your white knight Harvey?

In case you haven't noticed, he's all talk. I'm the action guy.

That's why I'm here. Press the button. I can't.

You can't what?

You can't turn your back on a city that thinks you're trash?

OK, so, what? I--I let thousands of people die just to save myself?

You've been saving yourself for your whole life, kid.

Like to think you got that from me.

OK, well, hopefully, I didn't inherit

the need to be somebody's bitch.

Ha ha ha ha!

I mean, Rebecca March?

Really?

That's your ride-or-never-die?

Well, it's a lot better than being locked

in a permanent timeout in the basement of Harvey's brain.

Then you've just traded one prison for another.

Hmm.

You're just a dog

that people like to play with and then

put back in the kennel when they get bored.

And Rebecca

will get bored.

Trust me. Heh!

I mean, maybe a few decades from now,

a half-century, even, when they have

flying cars and skater skirts

are back in style, but she will...

turn on you...

just like she did Lincoln.

Speak of the devil.

Hi, babe.

Look who's come out to play.

Thank you for rescuing me from that dreadful coma.

It's time.

And we are gonna have plenty of it.

Hmm.

Or at least one of us will.

Oh!

Help!

Oh!

Aah!

Aah! Aah...

Oh! Oh, my God! Dad!

Aah--oh!

Get him out of here.

By order of the GCPD,

you must evacuate the area immediately. Move it!

I'm not gonna do it.

I'm not gonna help you cover your tracks.

So brave.

But will you still be so heroic

when you're up here all alone,

watching those numbers tick down to the single digits?

Did you ever stop to wonder why you're the perfect person

to frame for the murder of Gotham's hero?

It's because the entire city

was so ready to believe

the worst things about you.

And do you know why that is?

Because they're true.

Then they don't know Duela,

and neither do you.

I know you were always worried about living up

to Bruce Wayne's legacy,

but I do see him in you, Turner,

particularly the part where you're dead, too.

It's Electrum, Mom.

Every last bit of it.

I'm sure you know what happens when you get too much of it.

You could have had the world.

Not like this.

My Talons will find you--

I can't believe you came back for me,

I mean, after all those times I--I ran

and screwed you over and nearly got you killed.

Not offended.

Where's Harvey?

What's this?

This is the Electrum she was gonna use on Harvey.

This could save my mom's life.

It'd be nice to see it finally used for good.

Cullen, how we doing?

Area is evacuated. You're all clear.

Apone says Wayne Tower perimeter's clear.

- We're good to go. - Copy that.

- Freek's ready when you are. - OK, calibrating right now.

Mother Bomb's untethered.

- Steph? - Yeah, we're good. OK.

So, when the timer hits zero, the 7 other bombs

will be neutralized. You have 5 minutes.

Guys! Guys, you need to get out of there!

Surveillance shows Talons headed your way! You're about to have company!

- Good. - How is that good?

Because they'll be in the building when it blows.

Let's not be. Heh!

Come on.

Did you know he was Batman?

You knew my dad in a way I never will.

Following in his footsteps makes me feel closer to him.

Turner! What are you doing?

- The rest of my dad's journals. - No! There's no time!

They're all I have left of him.

I--I still have so many questions.

I'll be right behind you! Go!

No! What are you doing?

Come on! Damn it!

- Turner, where are you?! - On my way.

Keep the engine running.

Turner!

I'm in the lobby. Heading to you now.

Aah!

You took my legacy from me,

so, I'm taking Bruce Wayne's legacy from him.

As long as Gotham survives,

Batman's legacy will live forever.

Tear him apart.

Who are you?

Turner, where are you?!

No!

Did Turner make it out of there?

Somebody tell me he's OK!

Hey.

- Hey. Heh heh! - Mom.

How are you feeling?

Oh. Better.

Doctor said the sepsis is gone.

It takes longer than that to recover from sepsis.

Ray was right.

You really are a fighter.

What about you?

You save the day?

What's wrong?

After a night of terror marked

by violent attacks throughout the city,

the citizens of Gotham awoke this morning to a skyline

that is forever changed

with the loss of Wayne Tower.

A GCPD spokesperson credited vigilante group

the Gotham Knights with saving countless lives

that otherwise would have been lost in the blast,

so, it seems we all owe them a debt of gratitude,

whoever they are.

Cullen.

I just wanted to give you that proper thank you.

You're a better fake cop than most real ones.

Come on.

Is there any news?

The Wayne Tower surveillance hard drives

were destroyed in the collapse, so, piecing together

the final moments been a bit difficult.

Now, our search and rescue teams are still looking

for Turner, but they found body parts in the lobby

from what was left of the Talons, so, clearly,

Ace put up a good fight.

What about Harvey Dent?

Harvey. What are you, uh--

Oh...

you gave up your own daughter, Jane.

And after you gave her this whole song and dance

about what a monster I was--cha-ching!--

you just sell her to the highest bidder?

You hurt her.

Harvey, wait. Uh...

look, just... give me a chance, OK?

You know,

when our daughter shot me...

this little coin

saved my life.

Why don't we see

if it saves yours?

Tails, you live...

and heads, you don't.

Oh, Jane.

I remember first setting foot in this place.

Turner said we'd clear our names.

Couldn't believe it then.

I can hardly believe it now.

I just wish he was around to see it.

He was a good guy.

Wish I'd figured that out sooner.

So, what are you gonna do next?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll enroll in Gotham Academy.

This place have any scholarships?

Hope so.

Between Dad's legal defense and Mom's rehab,

no way they're gonna pay for my school anymore.

So, that's it.

Back to your boring, little lives.

Homework, prom, cafeteria food.

No more Gotham Knights.

You hate the Gotham Knights.

You hate the name. You hate when people call us that.

Well, they're idiots, and it is a stupid name.

But I think the people need us.

Duela...do you even care about the people?

No.

But Turner did...

and I cared about him.

Then I guess the best way to keep his memory alive is to keep fighting.

You know I'm in.

Me, too.

Three.

Why not?

It's what Bat-Brat would want.

So, you're my kidnapper.

Or one might call me your savior.

My name is Henri Ducard.

Mr. Henry.

You remember.

What am I doing here?

You've shown a great deal of promise.

The Court of Owls told me the same thing.

And yet they underestimated you.

I will not.

I taught your birth parents...

and I taught Bruce Wayne,

and now I'll teach you

everything I know.

What about my life in Gotham?

You don't have one anymore.

And my friends?

Everyone you knew thinks you're dead.

And that is a perfect place to start.

Greg, move your head.

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