Previously on Gotham...
Valerie Vale, Gotham Gazette. This isn't the first time
that a bounty hunter has apprehended
an escapee. Is the GCPD
incapable of handling this threat themselves?
Your body is beginning to reject the changes
we made to your DNA.
How do I fix it?
Strange. He's the only one.
You remember Marv.
He's one of yours.
(thud)
SELINA: Hey, kid. Take it.
Keep feeding strays, one's gonna follow you home.
While trapped in Indian Hill, I was led to believe
an unnamed group had taken control of my company.
I want to talk face-to-face, or the information that I've gathered
will be sent to every newspaper
and television station in Gotham.
(through mask): We caught a spy. Ivy?
No! MOONEY: Marv?
Ivy?
BRUCE: Alfred!
(grunting)
(panting)
Bruce.
You wanted to talk.
(chuckles)
Forgive me.
Better?
I know you.
I've seen you at Wayne Enterprises events.
You've been inside my home.
My name is Kathryn.
I represent the group you've asked to speak with.
You didn't have to hurt Alfred.
He would not have permitted you to meet with us alone.
You tried to kill me.
You were behind Indian Hill. Hugo Strange was hired by you.
Is that why you're here, Bruce?
To ask questions you already know the answers to?
Who are you?
What do you call yourselves?
Our name is unimportant.
Now,
you made a threat.
Referring to evidence you'd uncovered of our existence.
We would like to know what you found.
Nothing certain.
Until now.
A bluff.
Nicely played.
It wasn't just a bluff.
The more I studied my company's doings,
the more there were things that could only be explained
by your existence.
Still, I had to know for sure.
Now I do.
And what now?
According to you, we tried to kill you once.
I began all this because I wanted to solve
my parents' murder.
Six months ago, I concluded your organization responsible.
Have you changed your mind?
No.
But there are other...
considerations.
Such as your own life.
The lives of those close to you.
You're here to make a deal.
What do you have to offer?
Wayne Enterprises.
You cannot give someone what they already possess.
I'm not finished.
If I die, my shares will be turned over
to the federal government.
Investigators will comb through every file, every asset.
Are you prepared for that kind of scrutiny?
That would be unfortunate,
but we would weather the storm.
What else? The Wayne name
still has meaning.
It's a symbol of light and hope.
For a group such as yours,
I could provide a useful distraction.
You are an impressive young man.
Still,
your offer is not sufficient.
We will also require that you cease
all investigation into our existence
and your parents' murder.
Any violation of that, in the slightest,
and our agreement is void.
I need your answer now.
(exhales)
I agree.
I'm happy to hear that.
Needless to say, you will not see me again.
Good-bye, Bruce.
(grunting)
♪ ♪
(siren whooping in distance)
(knocking)
Morning. Surprised to see me?
Not really. What do you want?
I have a proposition.
Not interested. Oh, come on. Think of it as a way
to say "I'm sorry for handcuffing you
to a car door." Except I'm not.
Wow. So this is where you live.
Anyone considering a life in bounty hunting should see this.
Preferably wearing a hazmat suit.
You don't bring women here, do you?
All right.
Fish Mooney.
Penguin's million-dollar bounty.
I can help you get it.
Ooh, see, now you're thinking,
"A million dollars,
that can buy me a lot of scotch."
But, hey, when you're rich, do everyone a favor,
spring for a maid, will you? Or just firebomb the place
and be done with it.
What's in it for you?
A story. That's it?
It shocks you that I love my job and I want to be good at it?
Kinda.
Why not just bring her in yourself?
Why give me a million dollars?
Because I'm a bigger person than you.
And...
because I couldn't find her.
Ah. You lost touch with your source.
The one working for Mooney.
I did not lose touch with my source.
I just have no way of contacting her.
She always found me.
Oh, well, that's better.
It's a million dollars.
Don't be so damn lazy. I mean,
that's your job, right? Your specialty. You find people.
You're a bounty hunter.
Who's your source?
So we have a deal?
No handcuffing this time.
Who's your source? She's a petty thief.
A street kid. I like her though. She's got style.
What's her name?
Selina Kyle.
You two ever cross paths when you were a cop?
Once or twice.
Well, that's great. So you know where she lives.
No. Not a clue.
But I know someone who might.
Oh... my... God.
Hello, Barbara.
"Hello, Barbara"?
Is that all I get?
How you been?
Oh. How've I been?
Well, see for yourself.
I mean, it's no art gallery, but there's less chance
of me dying of boredom.
How's Lee?
We're not together.
No. I thought by now
you would've chased her down, put a ring on it.
Did you dump her? Oh, I bet you dumped her, didn't you? You're such
a heartbreaker. I feel like I walked into something.
'Cause you did. Who are you?
Valerie Vale. I work for The Gazette.
We're working on a project.
I bet.
She your new girlfriend?
No. No.
(chuckles)
Jim and I were engaged.
Until I called it off.
Uh-huh. We're looking for Selina.
Oh, wait, I remember this. You kidnapped him
and his girlfriend, held them hostage in a church.
Aren't you supposed to be in Arkham?
I was, but turns out I'm totally sane.
Got a paper proving it.
Yeah. Signed by Hugo Strange. Again,
Selina, have you seen her?
A kiss.
That's my price.
Is she serious? Are-are you serious?
Do it.
Never mind.
(sighs) You're honestly no fun.
Try her squat down on Drake and Powell.
That's it? I've already been there.
She may have mentioned an old bank near Kane Sound.
Jim.
I had a dream about you the other night.
You were in this horrible accident,
and you lost both of your legs,
and then I had to push you around in a giant baby carriage.
Good seeing you, Barbara.
Do not.
So you really think Fish is using the bank as an old base?
If I had to bet, yeah.
Me, too. So how 'bout I call the GCPD,
give them the exclusive,
they take in Fish,
and you get squat?
(starts engine)
Hey. Open the door.
You should've let me come to find Peabody.
Vale! And, you know what,
I like your ex. Vale! Hey! Hey!
(ship horn blows)
(gasps)
(coughing, groaning)
(panting)
Hey there.
You all right?
Thirsty.
I-I don't have anything on me,
but I live just up the road.
What's your name?
Ivy.
My name's Ivy.
(tires screeching)
Barnes is gonna want to know where you got this.
Oh, come on, you know I can't give up my source.
Don't forget our deal. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
As soon as Fish Mooney's booked,
you get first crack at her,
but for now stay out of the way.
All right.
All right, fellas, listen up!
We don't know what we're gonna find in there,
so rule number one is be careful.
And keep your eyes peeled for Ethel Peabody.
She's the state witness that was abducted last night.
I don't have to tell you guys
that this is the call we've been waiting for.
Let's go in there and end this thing once and for all.
(officers shouting)
Oh, we have
company.
GCPD!
Don't nobody move!
(rattling)
(bellowing)
(screaming, grunting)
(electricity crackles)
(shouts)
(sizzling)
(screams)
Get Sebring a medic now.
Anyone see Mooney?
OSWALD: For months, I warned
the police about the threat to our city
posed by Hugo Strange's freaks, by the murderer Fish Mooney,
and how did they protect you?
They said that Fish Mooney wasn't real.
That these escapees
were victims who need our help.
Well, Fish Mooney was real.
And once she was cornered by the GCPD, finally,
they let her escape.
And these "victims"--
well, I, for one, am not afraid
to call them by their proper name: monsters!
(cheering) Our city
is being invaded by monsters,
attacking our brothers and sisters,
and it is up to us!
To you!
To kill every monster you see!
Who is with me?
(crowd cheering)
ALFRED: Master Bruce, wake up.
Come on.
Wake up, Master B.
Master B, wake up.
Here you go, sunshine.
Morning.
(chuckles) You all right?
How did I get back here?
I don't know; I got the foggiest.
I mean, I just came in here to call the police
and-and then I found you.
Alfred.
You all right?
You all right, then.
You know, I reckon it was that same
masked bastard that knocked me spark out.
I mean, he came in and out without so much as a peep.
I saw them, Alfred.
I spoke to them.
And?
It worked.
They agreed.
What, just-just like that?
I mean, you talked about the stuff
that we-we talked about, right?
Yes.
But I had to promise not to investigate them anymore.
Not Indian Hill,
not the corruption within my company,
not my parents' murder.
I see.
Alfred.
It was the only way.
You weren't the only one they threatened, were you?
Hey?
No.
Do you intend on keeping your word?
Yes.
I do.
And how do you know...
they will keep theirs?
Hey, Alvarez, where's Bullock?
He's not back from the old bank yet.
You missed a big payday, Gordon.
We nabbed five of those freaks.
Yeah, trusted the wrong person.
I know the feeling.
Can we call this even?
You got me.
I got you.
It's over.
Let me buy you a drink.
(Lucius clears throat)
Yeah... it's over when I get Fish.
You can read about it.
I do not want to get in trouble.
Odd as it might seem, I do enjoy working here.
I'm just looking to find Fish.
I do that, everybody wins.
Fine.
You know she's sick.
That's the reason for those drugs
she and the others were stealing.
That's what Peabody said.
I figured that was why Mooney was trying to find her.
See if she could fix her.
Well...
it appears something went wrong.
This is Ethel Peabody.
You're sure?
Two separate tests confirmed it.
You remember there was a body
at the pharmaceuticals warehouse,
a worker ID'd
as 35 years old but who looked a hundred?
I remember.
So, Mooney kidnaps Peabody,
and then has one of her creatures kill her.
Why?
Did Peabody give her what she wanted?
She no longer needed her?
It seems unlikely.
My bet, Peabody simply couldn't fix her.
Leaving Mooney
still searching for the cure.
You're thinking what I'm thinking.
There's only one person in Gotham who could help her.
Hugo Strange.
Detective Bullock.
Yeah, that's me.
Fish Mooney wants to see you.
All right, all right, all right!
I'm going.
(grunts)
Hello, Harvey.
Long time.
Hey, Fish.
How you doing?
Not so good.
Sorry to hear that.
You know, there's a lot of people
out there looking for you.
Yeah.
I need to find that bastard, Strange.
Yeah, well, you know I can't help you with that.
Oh.
Yes, you can.
And... you will.
I'll help you find Strange.
Good boy.
NICK: This is it.
Nothing special, but it's home.
You hungry?
Just thirsty.
Beer?
Pop?
Tea?
Water.
(TV clicks on)
(water running)
So sad.
Poor things.
My ex-wife left a box
of clothes when she moved out.
You're welcome to them, if you want to change.
Okay.
So, where are you from?
Gotham.
Listen, if you need to use
the phone, go ahead.
Why would I need to use the phone?
Someone's got to be looking for you.
No.
No one.
Really?
A beautiful girl like you?
You think I'm beautiful?
So, who are you?
Just a girl.
Cops killed my dad.
My mom left.
I was alone.
Abandoned.
But then...
something happened and...
...I changed.
Grew.
I'm different...
...inside and out.
So sad.
I'm gonna get rid of that.
I've never been that good at taking care of things.
What are you doing?
Relax.
They're just plants.
I'll get those clothes.
(sirens wailing)
You don't know that Mooney has him,
or that she's looking for Strange,
and, again,
you shouldn't even be here.
Harvey isn't answering his phone.
Nobody knows where he is.
Well, you could start by looking
in every place in Gotham that serves booze.
And we found this...
beside his car.
She's looking for him.
LUCIUS: With Peabody dead,
that'd be her next logical step.
Damn.
Damn, damn!
You have to call someone.
Tell them Fish is on her way.
Call who? The Feds?
I don't even know which department has Strange.
But you do know where they're hiding him, don't you?
You and Bullock both know.
They took him to a place outside the city.
It's like an old mansion,
but on the inside, it's a high-tech research facility.
The government has scientists debriefing him, don't they?
They want to know what he discovered in Indian Hill.
You have to tell us where it is.
The hell I do.
I'll take you there.
(engine rumbling)
Are you sure this is the place?
Yeah. This is where I dropped Strange off a few months ago.
All right, show time.
(crickets chirping)
Hey, fellas.
At ease, soldiers.
Detective Bullock, GCPD.
Where's your badge?
My badge?
Oh, man, I must've dropped it.
I'm here to see Strange.
We haven't heard anything.
You haven't? That's strange.
I mean strange weird, not the guy Strange.
Do you have ID?
Yeah.
Um... Who the hell...?
Hold it!
I said hold it!
(grunts)
(gunshots)
♪ ♪
Stop right... (gunshots)
(groans)
Professor Strange.
You and I have some unfinished business.
Look at you.
Amazing.
You were my greatest creation.
Your greatest creation who's dying.
What?
You're going to fix me, Daddy.
And when that's done,
you're going to make me an army,
so I can have this city kneeling at my feet.
But I can't...
fix you.
(sirens wailing in distance)
NANCY: Fish, cops.
Lots of them.
You have a few minutes
to rethink your answer.
I'd suggest you do.
(sirens wailing)
(tires skidding)
(officers shouting)
(phone ringing)
(phone rings) It's Bullock.
Harvey.
Harvey, you all right?
MOONEY: Oh, he's fine.
But this ain't Harvey.
BARNES: I want to talk to him.
Sure.
You don't control me anymore. Sid.
Hey, Cap.
How are ya? Sorry.
One chance, Mooney.
You let him go, you might just make it out of this.
Chump.
Don't you know you're speaking to a dying woman,
which severely limits your negotiating position?
So here's how it's going to go down.
One cop comes within 20 feet
of this place, and Harvey,
although I love him, will eat a bullet.
(cell phone snaps closed)
You had to come back, didn't you?
Like a bad penny.
Now where were we?
Fish, you got to give it up; you're surrounded.
You got nowhere to go!
MOONEY: Shut up, Harvey.
What's going on?
How's Bullock? Listen up!
I want you to create a full perimeter.
Snipers on every corner.
Mooney does not make it out of this.
Understood?
Yes, sir. Now go.
Captain. What?
You cannot just leave him in there.
You think that's what I'm doing?
I'm just not charging through the front door
so he gets killed.
And I'll remind you,
you are no longer a police officer.
Get in my way, and I'll have you arrested.
(indistinct shouting)
Oh, no, not the press.
Keep the press back.
Keep them back. (press clamoring)
REPORTER: We are standing outside the mansion and preliminary reports
are that wanted Indian Hill escapee Fish Mooney
has barricaded herself inside and is holding a hostage.
This is it, Butch.
She's finally cornered.
Like a rat.
Yeah, but what are you gonna do?
The cops are already there.
The GCPD is not Gotham.
Gotham listens to me.
It's time to round up our friends.
Believe me, if I could fix you, I would.
I think of you as one of my own children.
But I can't.
So what am I supposed to do?
Give up?
Do you not understand what you are?
What you represent?
You are the first of a new generation.
A new Eve.
(sighs)
You know, I owned a club once.
Ran protection on the side.
Every first of the month, people would pay me.
Every once in a while, someone would come up short.
And they'd say,
"Mooney, I don't have the money.
Mooney, I need more time."
And they'd cry and cry.
And then I discovered that when I squeezed them,
and squeezed them,
they always had more.
You are going to fix me...
...or I swear to God, I will make you pray
for your death.
(door opens)
Fish.
MOONEY: What are the cops doing now?
It's not the cops.
(indistinct shouting)
What the hell is this?
Cordon off this entire area.
No one gets near the house.
Cobblepot,
what the hell are you doing here?
What you have proven to be incapable of
time and time again.
This is a GCPD operation.
I am ordering you and this mob to disperse.
Immediately.
Fat chance.
I will not let those monsters
escape again.
Fish Mooney dies tonight!
MOB: Yeah!
BARNES: Dammit, Cobblepot.
One of my detectives is inside.
This is the last time I'm gonna ask.
Back up!
You've had your chance, Barnes.
Now it's my turn.
Who's with me?
(mob cheering)
Stay back!
(mob clamoring)
(thud)
(gun clicks)
You killed a lot of our friends, Gordon.
A lot of your friends had it coming.
So do you.
(door opens)
That's enough.
Bring him in.
(mob clamoring) Stay back!
Jim, what the hell are you doing here?
Saving you; I thought that was obvious.
Oh, yeah. Totally. Thank you.
MOONEY: Why are you here, Gordon?
Did your little cop friend send you
to get me to turn myself in?
'Cause that's not going to happen.
I'm here on my own.
I only want Bullock.
Really?
You'd risk your life
for this broken down old thing?
Thanks.
He'd do the same for me.
I would, it's true.
Well, you've helped me,
'cause now I have two hostages.
Barnes won't see it that way.
Hell, you kill me,
he'll probably thank you.
I've been nothing but a pain in the ass to him.
Also true.
Then you better give me one good reason
why I shouldn't have my friends kill you.
Because I can get you out of here.
And exactly how do you plan to do that,
considering this whole place is surrounded?
That's my problem.
I get you out of here, you give me Bullock.
That's the deal.
I get this one.
Wait a second...
Deal.
You have two minutes.
(indistinct shouting) (phone rings)
Jim, you just keep surprising me.
Shut up. How'd you like to have Fish all to yourself?
Don't tease.
She'll be in the woods behind the mansion in five minutes.
All you have to do is one thing.
Name it.
Cobblepot, get this crowd to disperse,
or I'll make them disperse. And there will be bloodshed.
Promise?!
People of Gotham!
The time for action is now!
Kill the monsters!
Kill them now!
(shouting)
We need all units to the front of the house
immediately!
(shouting)
(grunting)
The mob's broken through the front,
but the back is clear. We can make it to the woods.
Time to go. You two hold 'em off as long as you can.
And, Harvey, no hard feelings.
Fish, screw you.
Fair enough. Jim,
you can't let her take me. Good-bye, Professor.
She's going to kill me.
She's gonna kill me!
(grunts) Stop!
(groaning)
(indistinct shouting)
(crickets chirping)
Go!
That's better.
Just old friends.
Oswald...
Don't call me that!
My name is Penguin.
Do you know how long I've been looking for you?
How long I've waited for this very moment?
Mr. Cobblepot...
Quiet! So this is it?
I spare your life,
and you shoot me dead in the woods like an animal?
Pretty much, yes.
But I will admit,
that night under the bridge stayed with me.
Why?
Why what? Why didn't
you kill me?
I have gone over that night 1,000 times,
and it doesn't make any sense.
Why didn't you kill me?
I would've killed you in an instant.
Answer me!
Because you're mine.
You were my umbrella boy,
remember?
You rubbed my feet
when they were tired.
And now look at you,
the terror of Gotham.
Everything I've done
in my life,
possibly the best thing
was turning
Oswald Cobblepot into...
the Penguin.
I couldn't destroy that.
Ask him.
He understands
what it is to bring something into being.
It is a part of you.
Forever.
Good-bye, Fish.
Don't come back.
(indistinct shouting)
Got some more fuel for the fire!
(cheering)
MOB (chanting): Penguin! Penguin!
Penguin! Penguin!
Penguin!
(cheering)
Tell Barnes something, would you?
I'm going home.
(cheering continues)
(crickets chirping)
Next time,
remember to water.
(crickets chirping)
ALFRED: Well, I, for one,
am personally very glad not to be staring
at those bloody box files and that flaming bulletin board,
tramping down those stairs to that dank cave.
It does leave one question unanswered though, doesn't it,
Master Bruce? What's that?
Well, you know, with all this spare time on your hands,
how are you gonna fill it?
Well, I imagine you have some ideas.
I do.
Dancing lessons.
That's right. I mean, a man of your station should be able
to guide gracefully a beautiful young girl
across a dance floor, don't you think?
And I suppose that you're gonna be teaching me these lessons.
Why, I certainly could. You know, I was quite well regarded
as a... bit of a dancer in my day, actually.
Were you? But I think I'll leave that particular ordeal
to someone more qualified.
(glass shatters) (alarm ringing)
ALFRED: Right.
Step out.
Slowly.
Who are you?
Oh, my word.
Please don't hurt me.
You don't quit, do you?
I came by to let you know that tomorrow's paper
is gonna lay out Bullock's story of how Fish got away.
How she just... vanished while you two were escaping.
Great. Can't wait to read about it.
And it's a load of crap.
You want to know what I think?
I got the feeling you're gonna tell me either way.
I think you made a deal with Fish.
You let her escape with Strange in exchange for Bullock's life.
And how would I manage that?
I saw Penguin get a call before the riot started.
When the mob attacked,
Barnes ordered all the cops to the front.
And that's when Fish slipped into the woods with Strange.
By that logic, Penguin
helped Fish escape. Why would he do that?
'Cause he wanted Fish all to himself.
I mean, that is what you offered him, wasn't it?
You promised to help Fish escape, but you did it
by double-crossing her and delivering her to Penguin.
If that were so, I'd be a millionaire by now.
Except Fish isn't dead.
Penguin would've dragged her in front of the mob if she was.
So what happened in the woods?
I don't know.
I do know
that you're gonna have a hard time collecting all that cash.
'Course, that wasn't why you did any of this, was it?
Who the hell are you, Jim Gordon?
Wait... Shut up
for once.
♪ ♪
(train hissing)