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Previously on Gotham Knights...

We've been set up!

We're gonna find who really killed my dad.

Lincoln!

Maybe the Court finds you useful.

You'll find out soon enough.

You almost got kabobbed getting Daddy's diary.

Was it worth it?

You ever stop to think maybe you are, too?

The first thing my dad and I bonded over

was the fact that we both understood

how it felt to have your parents murdered.

I can't help thinking the most important pages

were the ones that were ripped out.

The map has finally been found.

Soon, we will have Electrum.

Take the map. Meet back at the truck.

I can do this myself.

Turner hasn't made it back yet?

We don't even know where he is.

Okay, then we find him.

This is not just about my survival.

This is about Gotham's.

No. We have plans for this one.

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

I don't have any alibi.

It was a grisly discovery here at Robinson Park

as the GCPD were called to the scene early this morning

after an unsuspecting jogger

out on her usual run

came upon human remains.

Okay, and this just in.

We've just received confirmation

the body found here at Robinson Park

has been identified as Cressida Clarke

longtime attaché of the late Bruce Wayne.

The GCPD has released few details surrounding Ms. Clarke's death

but given the disturbing manner in which her body was discovered

and her ties to Bruce Wayne

Gotham has to wonder... are these two deaths connected?

Police are canvassing neighborhoods around Robinson Park

in an effort to find potential witnesses

who may have seen or heard anything

that could shed more light...

Aja, we have anything on the Clarke murder yet?

Just got the initial police report from Soto's office.

What are the headlines?

Time of death was about six hours before she was found.

Based on evidence at the scene

it looks like the body was moved post-mortem.

And they're looking at Turner Hayes for this.

Turner? There's no way he did this.

She's got a hole clean through her.

GCPD likes the sword M.O.

But not as much as they like his DNA

under his fingernails.

That doesn't mean he killed her.

Mr. Dent, all due respect.

I know you had a relationship with him

but you always tell me, "You have to trust the evidence."

And the evidence points to Turner.

What I have to do is uncover the truth

whatever that may be.

How could you do that?

After all of the times

that Turner risked his ass for you guys

you just abandon him to the Court of Owls?

Hey, hey! I'm in the choir, blondie.

Let's preach to these heathens.

If we'd have gone after him, we'd all be dead

and there'd be no one else left to save Turner.

Yeah! So you just saved yourselves. Congratulations!

Hey. Pointing the finger is not gonna bring him back.

No, but it does show you who you can count on.

You don't get to lecture anyone about team spirit.

You left us for dead in Wayne Tower

to go fence a watch.

Yeah, and Turner saved me anyway.

Because he would never leave one of us behind

the way that we just left him.

There's still time to save him, okay?

We all heard what the Court said.

They have plans for him.

Wait. What plans?

Well, I'm betting they don't include asking for vocal tips

from the former glee club president.

If their plans included a body bag

they would have found him right alongside Cressida.

- I'm more concerned with our plan. - What plan?

The one we're gonna need to go in and save Turner.

Go in where?

We have no idea where they took him.

And it's not like we know when to pop by their next soiree

to celebrate stealing a painting!

Which is actually a map...

which just leads to nowhere.

What do you mean?

This map's supposed to lead the Court

to their last stash of Electrum

but it's just a map of Old Gotham.

There's no "X marks the spot."

Nothing to indicate where it might be. Nothing.

Don't artists usually sign their work

in one of the lower corners of a piece?

Yeah, they do. Why?

That's not where Alan Wayne initialed this map.

Look!

Yeah. That is weird. I didn't even notice that.

Okay, so Alan Wayne was an artistic noob?

Or he knew exactly what he was doing

and this is his version

of "X marks the spot."

Okay, so we don't know where the Court is

but we know what they're looking for.

Right? Electrum.

So if we could get there first...

We can leverage the Electrum to save Turner.

I want to save Turner as much as you do

but giving the Court exactly what they want

seems like maybe a bad idea.

What other choice do we have?

Wayne Manor.

Why am I here?

What do you want with me?

My answer hasn't changed.

I will never join you.

Or give up my friends.

You killed my dad.

So if you're gonna kill me, too

you might as well just get it over with.

I don't want to kill you.

You.

Contrary to what you may believe...

I'm not your enemy.

Why would you show your face?

Because I believe you deserve

to see the truth behind the mask.

And not just mine.

This will help.

Bruce Wayne wasn't the man you think he was.

And deep down, I suspect you feel that.

Just been too afraid...

to look the truth in the eye.

Lincoln?

Lincoln, I know this isn't real.

I know you're watching.

Well, here I am. Come on.

Let's go. Let's do this.

Come on!

Just tell me what you want.

Lincoln?

Lincoln.

What the hell are you doing to me?

- Turner? - Son?

Mom? Dad?

My baby!

My God, we've missed you, kid.

When you're done there, move the crew to the south side.

- You're good at math, right? - Impressively.

What are the chances that a geological study

is randomly occurring at this very moment in time

in the exact place we believe Alan Wayne hid the Electrum?

Well, if probability equals

the number of favorable outcomes

divided by the number of total outcomes

I'd say zero.

Wait, do you recognize that name?

Gotham Geo.

That's a company from the McKillen ledger.

One of the fronts the Court uses to wash their cash.

They beat us here.

Well, if they're digging for Electrum

it doesn't look like they've found it yet.

There is one way to find out.

May I?

- I'm not really feeling it. - Wait. I'm sorry.

Are you using me as bait?

Way to set feminism back a few decades.

Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have a better idea?

Fine. Allow me.

Desperate times...

desperate measurements.

Hey there, Mr. Construction Worker

in your hard hat.

How deep can you dig?

It's a distraction, not a seduction.

Why was I nominated to be the distraction?

Because you're...

very distracting. Now, go.

Excuse me, sir.

Hi. I'm sorry. I think I'm lost.

I was wondering if maybe you could help me.

Oh, yeah. Sure thing. What you looking for?

Thank you.

I was told there was a coffee cart in the vicinity. Is that...

What you want to do is take this path here

over to the next bend

and it's right over the hill.

Great. Just this way? Thank you so much.

Thanks!

Marty said he hit something. What was it?

Another bike frame.

That makes three bikes

two dead raccoons and a literal mountain of clay.

Then keep digging.

Look, we're coming up on the 20th hour here.

Wouldn't it be easier if we knew what were we looking for?

If they wanted us to know, they'd tell us.

Now, dig. We're losing daylight.

So how do we want to play this?

We could sneak onto the site after nightfall, do our own dig.

Unless they get there first.

Any chance Cullen has work boots and a hard hat?

I'm sorry. Did you change your hair

and this general area?

Way to help the team brainstorm.

Guys, get over here.

What if they haven't found Electrum

'cause they're digging in the wrong spot?

These holes have been bugging me.

Look.

They're way too clean to be wear and tear.

They're deliberate, some sort of pattern.

A pattern the Court couldn't see with the map in its frame, but...

But what if it's not a map

with holes in it?

What if it's something else?

What if...

What if the holes are the map?

What do you think?

- A constellation? - No.

What? We're really gonna group-doubt a Sagittarius?

Doesn't look like Morse code, either.

What does it look like if you connect them?

It's starting to look like...

A skyline.

If we line up the holes with the Gotham skyline

then maybe we'll find the location of the Electrum.

Yeah, maybe.

Assuming this map was created in this exact belfry

peering out of that exact window

and we teleported back in time a hundred years

to look out at Gotham's old skyline.

Oh, my God.

You're brilliant!

Really? 'Cause I just pitched time travel.

Yeah. Not you. Carrie.

Can I borrow your laptop real quick?

Sure.

Okay, so when the Court stole Alan Wayne's art collection

they took a very famous painting of the old Gotham skyline.

Now what if...

Alan Wayne designed this map

with that painting?

You're right. I am brilliant.

So, Harper, what are the chances that the Electrum is hidden

directly underneath that building?

All things considered...

I'd say a hundred percent.

You've grown up so much.

Look at you. Practically a grown man.

We are so proud of you, Turner.

You're not real.

This isn't really happening.

It's whatever Lincoln put on the knife.

It's messing with me.

No... no. Hey, Turn.

Look at me, look at me.

We are real to you right now.

I want you to be.

You have no idea how much.

I know.

I know.

Hey. We know everything

that you've been through.

Turner, we love you.

I love you, too.

I missed you so much.

The day you died, my whole world got ripped out from under me.

Of course, it did.

But Bruce gave you a whole new world.

Gave you...

everything we never could.

He gave me a lot of things. He could never bring you back.

That's not what I meant.

But he helped you forget about us.

Helped you move on.

I never moved on, Mom.

I think what your mother's getting at

is if you were so deeply

affected by our deaths...

then why didn't you look a little harder for our killer?

- Dent. - Mr. Dent.

I have those results from the samples you sent over.

And?

Got a positive match

for Cressida Clarke.

How would you like this filed?

Sir?

Hello?

File it as additional evidence found at the scene.

Thanks.

If you're watching this

it means that I'm behind bars

for the murders of Mayor Hill and Cressida Clarke.

And there's a good chance you can also prove

that I have been framing Turner Hayes for these crimes.

As district attorney

my cases live and die based on evidence.

And I will be the first to admit

that the evidence against me is pretty damn convincing.

But I'm recording this to tell you

that it is unequivocally wrong.

I'm innocent.

And the Harvey Dent that you know

is not a murderer.

So assuming we read Alan Wayne's map correctly

the Electrum should be close.

Anyone else creeped out by these tunnels?

- They just feel so... - Moist?

I was gonna say claustrophobic.

You know, we're actually pretty close to the sewer

where Alan Wayne's body was found.

Okay, so maybe he didn't die falling down a sewer.

Maybe he died tripping balls on Talon drugs

looking for the Electrum he hid

in a desperate attempt to save his life.

Guys, might have found something.

Granite.

Likely the ground mineral present

when they dug the tunnels back in the day.

Damn it.

So how is that thing supposed to detect an alloy

that's so rare it may not even exist on Planet Earth?

It can't.

But it can filter out the frequencies of known alloys.

We just gotta find the odd one out.

I'm sure Turner would take comfort in knowing

his life hangs in the balance of a homemade rock detector.

Freek may not be Bat-tech, but...

if Electrum's here, she'll find it.

And we'll have Turner back before prom.

Turner is many things, but...

my prom date is not one of them.

Fine. Your friendship

will continue to reap its benefits.

Turner is like a brother to me.

But I appreciate your interest in my sex life.

May I?

That's good, right?

Let's find out.

Move.

Houston, we have Electrum.

- I thought it'd be bigger. - Same.

- Me, too. - Agreed.

Okay. It offers humans immortality. Maybe cut it some slack.

Well, if the Court thinks one little rock

is worth a century of murder

and mustache twirling

just think of what two little rocks might be worth.

Duela? Okay.

Damn it!

That was my favorite knife!

You're lucky we need you, you stupid rock!

Or what? You'd break another knife trying to kill it?

It's indestructible.

That's the whole point. It lives forever.

I guess if I led an ancient secret society

I'd want the Talon protecting me to be impervious to death, too.

Asterisk, decapitation not included.

Or you could use the alloy to save actual sick people.

If doctors and scientists could study this

it could revolutionize modern medicine.

Well, for now, it's just gonna sit here collecting dust

until we can actually figure out a way to find Turner.

I think I know how to do that.

It should just be a simple triangulation of radio waves.

That can be a little imprecise

but we could try a true-range multilateration.

Nice. Gets us even more specific.

Once I can identify

the exact frequency on this radio...

I can run it through my program to pinpoint the coordinates.

Okay, is this something we need to understand

or can we skip to the "aha" moment?

Since we know the Court controls the construction crew

and we know how important that little rock is

to their very existence...

They'd want minute-to-minute updates on their progress.

- So they're listening to the radio? - Thank you.

If I can isolate the incoming and outgoing frequency signals...

Then I can triangulate them

to a nearby ground-based detection facility

which should geolocate the Court's latitude and longitude

which could lead us to Turner.

- In theory. - In theory.

Does Electrum heal grudges? 'Cause it just did.

Tell me about it!

If Sharper played this nice from the jump

we would have cleared our names months ago.

Sorry. Sharper?

What? Harphanie?

- Got a lock on the signal. - Yes.

Wait. That can't be right.

Why would they take him there?

Actually, that makes perfect sense.

Okay. All right. So we got the spot. What do we do when we get there?

Hopefully something that doesn't involve

giving a bioweapon to a murderous cabal.

Yeah. That makes sense. Okay, Duela...

Where's Duela?

Where's the Electrum?

Duela!

Duela, stop! Hey!

You really don't wanna touch me right now.

- What are you doing? - I'm doing exactly

what you should be doing! I'm saving Turner.

Get off me.

You can't just give that

to the most dangerous people in Gotham!

The most dangerous people in Gotham

have your friend!

Or do you prefer to abandon him all over again?

We will find a way to save Turner, but not like this.

Not when we could use that Electrum for good.

Good? Have you met me?

Yes, I've met you.

I've met so many people just like you.

People who grew up without a glimmer of hope

and you didn't deserve that, and neither did they.

But what if this rock could help change that for everyone?

I don't care about everyone! I care about Turner.

What if we could do both?

Look. I think I have a way to save Turner

and protect Gotham at the same time.

Pick a rock, any rock.

Which is which?

If you have to ask, that means Cullen killed it.

This one's the fake one.

And this should help sell it.

Okay. Team field trip.

I've got comms, Carrie's got the perimeter.

Stephanie will be our command center here

and getaway car is idling downstairs.

Well... let's go make a deal.

You're in a good mood.

Is that so weird?

Well, I just painted a lump of kiln-fired clay

to pass off as a meteorite, so we can save our friend

from a bunch of murderous bird worshippers.

So... define "weird."

I am just happy we finally have a plan. Sue me.

And this little burst of happy

wouldn't have anything to do with a little blue-eyed blonde, would it?

- Who? Stephanie? - No. Vicki Vale.

Yes. Stephanie.

Stephanie is not a factor.

- But she is your type. - My type?

Well, you know, one of two, actually.

You only ever fall for himbos or straight girls.

People you don't take seriously

and people who won't love you back.

Oh, my God! I am not falling for anyone, okay?

- Stephanie and I are friends. - Okay.

And I'm sorry.

Weren't you the one who told me to give her a chance?

I just don't want you to get hurt.

Sue me.

Did you even try to find out who murdered us?

How can you ask me that?

You never bothered to find out what happened.

Or why.

It's like you never even noticed we were gone.

"Noticed"? I was destroyed.

I was just a kid when you died.

If I could have brought you justice, I would have.

But he could have.

Bruce Wayne, Batman.

The World's Greatest Detective.

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he catch our killer?

That was years ago. I'm sure he tried.

I mean, I know he... I know he did.

"He tried"?

The man had every resource at his disposal.

Batman has given justice to so many people.

Why not his own adopted son?

He should have stopped at nothing to find our killer.

Just like you've stopped at nothing to find his.

Because you didn't murder Batman.

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he catch our killer?

- Why didn't he? - Why didn't he?

- Why? - I don't...

- Why didn't he? - Why didn't he?

- Why didn't he? - Why didn't he?

- Why didn't he? - Why didn't he?

- Why didn't he? - Why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

I know this isn't real.

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

It's been you the whole time.

- What do you want from me? - The answer to the question.

You were raised by The World's Greatest Detective.

Surely, you can figure out

why he never brought your parents' murderer to justice.

You could have asked him yourself if you didn't have him killed.

But would he have given me the truth?

A truth he denied his own son.

A truth that you know deep down in your bones.

Think about it, Turner. Ten years ago, your parents

average Gotham citizens, suddenly die, leaving behind a child.

It happens every day.

But on this particular day

the richest man in the city shows up at their funeral

and decides he wants to adopt their little boy?

Didn't you ever wonder why?

Of all the hundreds of innocent, needy

desperate little orphans living in this city's filth

Bruce Wayne chose you.

You're trying to manipulate me.

You planted all this in my head so I'd join your twisted cult.

This isn't mind control, Turner.

I've only offered suggestions.

Asked the necessary questions.

Your subconscious brought those to life as it saw fit.

But you must admit...

so many things about your life suddenly make sense now, don't they?

- Go to hell. - We all know that Bruce

could never move on from his own parents' murder.

Why did he press you to move on from yours?

- You don't know him. - But you do.

Deep down, you know this wasn't luck or fate

or some winning lottery ticket.

This wasn't compassion or charity or love.

No. No!

This was guilt, Turner.

No.

He gave you everything

because he'd already taken everything from you.

You know the truth.

Now say it out loud. Tell me.

Why did you become an orphan?

Because Batman made me one.

Realizing that everything you thought you knew about your father

was a lie.

That his legacy that you've worked so hard to live up to

was one of deceit and betrayal.

I cannot begin to imagine how you're feeling right now.

You spent most of your life trying to prove

that you were worthy of him.

But I hope you see

he was never worthy of you.

But there is freedom in that.

Freedom to create your own legacy.

You wanna show me freedom? Untie me.

Oh, I would never win that fight, not against you.

You're too strong, too driven.

You have potential that my own son

threw out the window.

Maybe it's the orphan in you.

That fire to fight for what you believe in

even if it means killing for it.

Tell me.

How did it feel to kill the Talon?

Good?

Exhilarating, righteous?

You did not hesitate.

You did not falter, and with one bold stroke

you killed the man who killed your father.

You avenged him. And in that moment

you did something even Batman couldn't do.

How did it feel

to be more powerful than even your father, the Dark Knight?

You don't owe him anything anymore, Turner.

He betrayed you, he denied your parents justice.

He denied you justice.

So why not become the one who delivers it?

Join us.

Join us.

Become our new Talon.

- Okay, all clear. - We're in.

And I'll be here to make sure you have a way out.

You and those fancy Bat-glasses got a 20 on our boy yet?

Main room, ahead, and to the left.

I'm picking up multiple heat signatures.

Oh, I'll be the one bringing the heat.

You're delusional

if you think I'm ever gonna become your serial killer mascot.

It's not about killing, Turner.

It's about fighting for the Gotham that you want to see.

That's a hell of a way to describe

taking out everyone that gets in your way.

No one's above death, not even Batman.

But the Talon...

the Talon isn't just anyone.

The Talon is dead.

One Talon is dead, yes.

He wasn't the first, and he won't be the last.

Take up the mantle.

Join us.

Forge your own path.

Or take the front door!

It's way more direct.

Zaddy March. What do you know?

He's leaving with us.

Sexy hardware.

One moment. I figured this would be formal

so I dressed for the occasion.

You must be the Joker's daughter.

Anything Daddy could do, I can do better.

Your magic rock for Turner's life.

And if you or any of your little owl buddies

try anything at all

they're gonna be picking up feathers for miles.

Don't test her. She's crazy.

- Turner! - Turner, no!

God! No!

Now, if that is really Electrum

it should heal him before he bleeds out.

But it appears that you brought me a fake.

Daddy would have had a plan B.

Plan B didn't fit in her jacket!

It's the real thing.

Let me heal him, and it's yours.

I held up my end of the bargain.

Turner, my offer still stands.

Are you okay? Turner?

Does it hurt?

Nope. Neither does my neck.

Need anything?

Honestly, after everything Lincoln put me through

I'm just happy to be here with you.

Can we do two minutes on Brody's dad being the head of the Court?

I mean, I knew that he was a dick

but I didn't think that he was straight-up evil.

What did he do to you?

I'm here now. That's what matters.

Thanks to you.

And the rest of these... weirdos.

You know you can talk to me, right?

No matter what it is.

Whenever you're ready.

You made the right choice tonight, you know.

You trying to convince me or you?

I'm sure of it.

There's a few people down there who'd agree.

You knew there was a good chance the Court would call our bluff.

You didn't even wanna give up the Electrum

but you knew it was a better option than Duela's bomber jacket.

We had to have a plan B that wouldn't end up with all of us dead.

But giving the bad guys the means to live forever

it's not exactly out of the Bat-manual.

No.

But it could be the first chapter in the Book of Robin.

You gotta give yourself a break, Carrie.

You saved Turner tonight.

He's alive because of you.

I always wanted to be a hero.

Ever since I first saw the Bat-signal light up the sky.

I just... I didn't know it would mean

having to choose which lives to save

and which to sacrifice.

So I might have saved Turner, but I just can't help but wonder

at what cost?

I don't know.

But one thing I do know for sure.

We're gonna keep showing up.

Keep fighting.

'Cause Gotham's worth fighting for.

You are what's keeping Batman's legacy alive.

You may not see it, but I do.

You know...

bats are considered

some of the most indomitable hunters in nature.

And they only have one true natural predator.

Owls.

And we just made them even more dangerous.

Need a hand?

Depends if I blow off one of mine.

Actually, you got some delicate fingers?

'Cause one wrong tug, and...

kablooey.

Ever think you'd be helping a girl untangle her explosives?

Or do I have the pleasure of being your first?

My life has gotten a lot more surprising since I met you.

I'll give you that.

Thank you.

Here.

Thank you...

for all of this.

Even though I'm sure you had some secret Duelian agenda.

I'm glad saving my life was part of that.

No agenda this time. Just you.

Turner?

Hey. Turner, what's wrong?

Turner!

Turner, talk to me... Turner!

Somebody, help!

Turner?

I know how damning all this looks.

The key to the mayor's limo, the Owl mask

Cressida Clarke's blood.

All of this suggests that I was

physically at the scenes of the crimes

if not perpetrating them.

But while my body may have been present

my mind was not.

I have been...

I have been experiencing something, and I can't explain.

I'm having blackouts and losing time.

I'm waking up in places that I...

I don't remember going to.

Whatever is happening during those periods

and whoever that is, whatever that person is doing

it's not me.

And I will not go down

for someone else's crimes.

Hiya, Harv.

It's me... you, the other you.

Looks like I know you pretty well after all, huh?

Look at you.

Crafting a video defense.

Very clever. That's what I would do.

Well, hell, I am doing it.

But you're watching this...

And that means...

you think you're a killer.

And let me assure you...

you're no killer, Harvey Dent.