02x17 - Into the Woods

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Previously on Gotham...

But you are my only true blood relative, Oswald.

That vermin has to go.

But how can we persuade him to go?

How do you get rid of rats?

(Elijah groaning)

Did he, did he drink that?

Yes!

Why? Why?

He's not supposed to...

No...!

Awake at last.

Well, hello dear.

(gasps)

Someone call Professor Strange!

Nygma: We'll see about your clever little plan, Jim Gordon. I can make plans of my own.

Hello, Officer Pinkney. Can I come in?

Sure.

(grunting)

Barnes: m*rder w*apon was a crowbar.

Your fingerprints were on it.

I was set up!

Warden: Being convicted for m*rder has its downsides.

Good to see you, Harv.

Don't give up hope.

What the hell are you doing here?

What's it look like we're doing?

We're getting you out of here. Come on, let's go!

I have to clear my name.

To do that, I have to go back to Gotham.

You little punks!

Don't you take that bag!

You have any idea who you're stealing from?

Aah!

Leave it!

That's my money.

Boo-hoo. You stole it.

Now you got stole, chump.

Oh-ho-ho, I catch you, you're dead!

Both of you.

By the way, you're a terrible crook.

Letting two kids rob you.

You really don't deserve this money.

What the hell you doing, you little freak?!

What the hell are you doing?

You're both dead!

Nobody ever better touch my money!

(groans)

I'm not a thief.

I don't steal for the money.

This is research.

I can't understand Gotham until I understand its criminals.

Look, okay, this whole understanding criminals thing is getting on my nerves.

That was your half you threw out!

I saved enough for burgers.

Gotham is on high alert today after former GCPD Detective and convicted m*rder*r James Gordon escaped...

Detective Bullock, have you heard the news?

Yeah, Ed, I heard.

So, what do you think he'll do?

Knowing Jim Gordon, I'd say he's not gonna rest until he finds the son of a bitch who framed him for m*rder.

Reporter: "You can run, but you cannot hide..."

Good luck with that.

Barnes: Bullock!

This is your one and only chance.

You tell me where he is.

Hand to God, Cap. I have no idea.

Oh, stop it.

You're not smart enough to play dumb.

We both know Jim did not k*ll Pinkney.

I know that a court found him guilty.

He wants to prove his own innocence, great.

I hope he does.

The public, the people of Gotham?

The ones you and I serve?

They have to know, they have to see that we're impartial, you understand?

The people of Gotham can eat my socks.

Hey!

Hey!

Nice try.

Walk away in a huff?

Now I know you know something.

If you're providing aid and shelter to Jim Gordon, anything... a glass of water...

I will bust you like a bum I never met.

Cap, I wish I knew where he was.

But I don't.

Go.

Ah.

Everything okay?

Yeah, let's get to work.

Gordon: I've been going over and over this a thousand times in my mind... it all has to be connected.

The theft at the art museum, the bombing at the train station, the I.A. tip-off, Pinkney's m*rder... it's all a part of an elaborate frame.

So he's smart, meticulous, got technical skill and access.

An active cop?

Has to be.

Only way he could have access to a crowbar after it was put into evidence.

That doesn't really narrow the suspect list too much.

I mean, come on, Jim, be honest.

You probably got 500 cops who have beef with you.

Yeah, but enough to frame me for m*rder?

Maybe ten.

You got to admit you do have a little bit of a knack for, uh, making enemies.

My number was 12.

Hmm.

Mainly Loeb loyalists.

Who knows... maybe Loeb himself is behind this.

Before you go down that rabbit hole, I got to say something to you as a friend, hmm?

You can still run.

Go to an island, buy a banana boat, grow a beard, find Lee, have a life.

Look, I've been working this thing since you went away.

And I'm not saying it's hopeless.

But Barnes is on the hunt.

You don't have much time. He thr*aten you?

Hey, I'm the one who busted you out of jail, remember?

I made my choice.

All right, let's say I run.

I find Lee, I somehow convince her to take me back.

What then?

I get her to live as a fugitive?

I have to clear my name.

Otherwise, I might as well be in jail.

But how?

Starting where?

Dent once told me I.A. secretly records and archives all their incoming calls on tape.

Which means the eyewitness who called into I.A.?

The one they assumed was Pinkney?

There could be a tape with his voice on it.

Ooh.

That's a hell of a long sh*t, brother.

And if... okay, just saying if a tape like that exists, it's gonna be locked up tighter than a duck's ass in I.A. Evidence.

That's why it's lucky for you Uncle Harvey has connections.

Hey.

Ginny. (laughs)

How's my favorite I.A. sugar plum, huh?

Well, why do you think I'm calling, baby?

Heard you were getting married.

She changed her mind.

Smart girl. (chuckles)

Oh. (moaning)

(moaning)

Oh, you're an animal, Bullock, you know that?

(moaning) Oh, yes, ma'am. I do, I do.

(grunts)

Come on, Bullock.

Yeah, baby. I'll be right there.

Hold on for me for a second!

(door opens)

Hey.

An hour. Slip 'em under the door. Come on, Bullock!

I ain't got all night! Don't say a word. Mm.

Daddy's comin'! (growls)

(sirens wailing in distance)

(creaking)

(indistinct chatter)

(door opens)

(door shuts)

Man: Give me that.

(woman grunting)

Whoa, what's up, sweetheart? What are you doin', huh?

Where you goin'?

No! Help!

Do it! Come on, do it!

Somebody help!

Do it!

Hey!

(screams)

(grunting)

Get out of here.

Go!

(grunting)

Ma'am, are you okay?

(screaming)

You're welcome.

Cop: Hands up or I'll blow your head off.

GCPD. You're under...

You're Jim Gordon.

Listen to me...

This is Barkley, over on Fifth and Spring.

I got Jim... (grunts)

Don't k*ll me!

I'm innocent, you hear me?

All units, it's Jim freaking Gordon! I need backup now!

(organ playing)

Father, I only knew you a short time.

But you came to me when I was alone in this cold, dark world.

You gave me a family.

I'll never forget you as long as I l... (crying)

Oh, Father.

(sighs) What a bore that was.

Yeah, but the house is ours now.

And we're rich.

Quiet.

(crying)

Oh.

He loved us all so much.

Indeed. But-but, Oswald, Oswald... (chuckles) as painful as this is, we need to talk practicalities.

Um, can I call you a cab or will you take the bus?

I don't understand.

Well, you're not returning to the house with us.

But where shall I go?

Anywhere but there.

Oswald, I'm so happy that you and your father reconnected, but he left the house and the estate to me.

And I'm-I'm simply not comfortable sleeping under the same roof as a notorious m*rder*r.

But I'm not like that anymore.

I-I couldn't hurt a fly, even if I wanted to.

Please, my father was all that I had!

We shared the same blood, and-and he wanted us to be together.

He told me.

Let me stay. I'll do anything.

You are his blood.

We do need help around the house.

Sasha/Charles: Mother.

Why waste good money on servants when we have Oswald?

I'll do anything.

You can start by getting rid of those disgusting flowers. I've always detested lilies.

(chuckles) Yes. Of course.

You're not really letting him stay.

He's Elijah's only natural son.

If he found the right lawyer, he could make things difficult.

Especially if people look into how his father d*ed.

So we just live with him, then?

No, we keep him close, and after a suitable amount of time goes by, poor Oswald, overcome with grief, will take his own life.

Till then, we have a free servant.

I can fire the maid.

(crows cawing)

I... m*rder*d my... parents.

I cut their throats.

Um...

I joined a g*ng of psychopathic K*llers.

I tried to k*ll Jim Gordon and Lee Thompkins.

I was a puppet of these demons in my head and they were forcing me to do these terrible things.

I wish I could go back and undo what I've done.

Only I can't.

I don't feel insane... now.

I just...

I feel sad.

Thank you, Barbara.

That was very brave.

What do you suppose made this healthful change in you?

Maybe I just... really needed some sleep.

(lock buzzes)

It's a good act.

You're so sure it's an act, are you?

Aren't you?

I have no idea.

One way or the other, she intrigues me.

Well, if you would allow us to apply rigorous dream therapy, we would know, for sure.

Oh, no, no, no.

We do have a very useful hammer, Ms. Peabody, but not all of our patients are nails.

(exhales)

Thank you.

What the hell happened last night?

Ah...

Stumbled onto a mugging.

And Jim Gordon couldn't just walk by.

Where'd you sleep?

I didn't. Just walked around.

How's Barnes?

He's on the warpath.

Governor announced a $10,000 reward for anyone who helps catch you.

$10,000? You should turn me in.

If he doubled it to 20, I'd give it some thought.

Okay, here.

Officer: Internal Affairs.

(distorted voice) I...

I want to report a crime.

You recognize that voice?

Sounds like it's been disguised.

I saw Detective James Gordon sh**ting Mayor Theo Galavan on the south side docks.

The Penguin was b*ating him with a bat, but it was Gordon that pulled the trigger.

(two warbling sounds)

Was that a bird?

Run it back.

(two warbling sounds)

Nah.

We gotta find somebody to clean up the tape.

Isolate the sound, maybe do something to the voice.

(sniffs)

I gotta get going.

Barnes is watching me like a hawk.

All right.

Hey.

You've done more than any partner could ask.

From now on, stay away from me.

For your own sake.

If Loeb is behind this, you don't want to be mixed up in it.

What are you gonna do?

I still have some friends I could ask for help.

Where you going?

Jim!

Hi, Ed.

(gasps)

Please... please, don't hurt me.

Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I need your help.

My help?

I didn't k*ll Pinkney.

You have to believe me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

I need to find the man who framed me.

Whoever it was, he covered his tracks well.

But I have something.

A recording of his first call to I.A.

I.A. secretly records everyone who calls in.

They do?

(laughs)

They're sneaky little buggers.

Uh, and what did, what did you hear?

If you don't mind my asking.

Not much. He disguised his voice.

But there are other sounds on the tape.

I figure you work with audio.

I was hoping you could help me.

Jim... my friend... you've come to the right place.

(laughs)

Please, have a seat.

(clears throat)

I will get my stuff and make some tea.

Mmm. Mmm.

(sniffs)

Mmm.

Well, let's pray Helga hasn't signed on anywhere new yet.

It's a family recipe.

Mmm, mmm.

(sighs)

I'm sorry you don't like it.

I'm sure my cooking will improve over time.

Mmm. It's not that bad.

(spits)

Tomorrow, you need to go to the butcher.

I'd like a nice roast for Sunday dinner.

Not your... slut mother's goulash.

(giggles)

(chuckles softly) A nice roast.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, and clean up this mess tonight.

I can't stand the sight of dirty dishes.

Oops.

(laughing) Oops.

Good sh*t, Charles.

(Sasha and Charles laughing)

(laughs nervously) I must get to these dishes.

(laughing)

But this-this has been delightful, really.

(distorted warbling)

Yes, it does sound like a bird.

And he's doing his best to mask his voice.

Too bad the quality's so poor.

(inhales sharply) Ah, well, I'm afraid it's a dead end.

We should at least clean the tape.

Right.

(clears throat)

You need some more tea.

(clears throat)

(distant siren wailing)

So the person who k*lled Pinkney and framed you is the same person that att*cked the art museum and planted the b*mb in the train station.

Amazing.

And you don't have any leads?

Gordon: I think Loeb was behind it.

Payback.

He still has lackeys in the GCPD.

Is that so?

Everything points to a cop.

Or someone who worked with the police, had access.

(clattering)

You all right, Ed?

Right as rain.

Just thinking. (clears throat)

Surely, you don't think that Loeb k*lled Pinkney himself?

No.

He had some psychopath do it for him.

Psychopath seems a strong word.

He bludgeoned a man to death with a crowbar in cold blood.

He's sick.

You say that, yet... you've k*lled lots of people, haven't you?

That was in the line of duty.

And a person who would k*ll in cold blood is a psychopath.

See, I...

I knew the rumors weren't true.

What rumors?

About you k*lling Galavan.

You would never do that.

That would make you like the people that you're hunting... sick... diseased.

(teapot whistling)

Thar she blows.

(whistling continues)

Shut up, you're talking too much.

Ed, (whistling stops) did Penguin ever say anything about that night?

Hmm? Did Penguin ever tell you anything about the night that Galavan d*ed?

No. Remember, I nipped that friendship in the bud.

And you didn't talk to him in the GCPD, when Barnes brought him in?

Yes. No.

I... just to say hi.

(tape clicks) Oh, tape's finished.

I'm going to give that a listen.

Let's both listen.

Swell idea.

(helicopter blades whirring in distance)

Operator: Internal Affairs.

Man (distorted): I... I want to report a crime.

I saw Detective James Gordon sh**ting Mayor Theo Galavan on the south side docks.

The Penguin was b*ating him with a bat, but it was Gordon that pulled the trigger.

(cuckoo clock chiming)

It's not a bird.

It was mechanical.

Without fingers I point, without arms I strike, without feet I run. What am I?

You're a clock.

Correct.

I know it was you, Ed.

Me?

You.

(cuckoo clock chiming)

(continues chiming)

(laughing)

Guess what.

I knew that you knew that I knew.

(electrical crackling)

That's why your chair was wired to the mains.

(laughing)

♪ Over the pavement and down the alley ♪
♪ Oh, my, this wind is cold ♪

(groans)

♪ It bites my toes and nips my nose ♪
♪ As over the ground we go. ♪

(groans)

(sighs)

I hope you like the outdoors, Jimbo.

(sighs)

I know just the spot.

(g*n clicks, g*nshots)

(groans)

(groans)

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

I bet you're wondering...

"Why would Ed do this to me?"

"Set me up."

"Ruin my life."

I'll give you a hint, Jimbo.

K.K.

Kristen Kringle.

(door opens)

Rats.

Selina: Hey. Have you seen my jacket?

It's freezing outside.

Sorry.

I was fixing the sleeve.

You'd ripped it.

You know how to sew?

Alfred says it's an important skill for young bachelors.

(short chuckle) Okay.

Mm.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Selina: What the...

Detective Gordon?

Bruce?

What are you doing here?

I could ask the same about you.

I found the man who framed me. He....

I need a phon...

Great, a dead cop in my crib now.

Grace (in distance): Don't forget the cherries, Oswald.

Oh, right.

Cherries, cherries, cherries, cherries.

Oswald.

Oswald.

My drink?

I'm sorry, there's no cherries.

No cherries?

The next time I ask for cherries, there'd better be cherries.

Yes, Grace... ma'am. Of course.

(soft whimper)

Mother said to remind you of tomorrow's dinner.

What's wrong with him?

Who knows?

Mother wants a roast.

And make it good this time.

(both laughing)

Yes, I will.

(wheezes)

(thump)

(laughs)

Bruce: Still sleeping.

Best thing for him.

Thank you for coming when I called, Alfred.

Course I came.

No question.

You're looking thin.

I'm getting plenty to eat.

That I very much doubt, Master Bruce.

But there're things that we must discuss.

I'm not coming back.

I understand that, but...

Not yet. Alfred...

We need to talk.

Good morning.

Detective Gordon, should you be up?

I'm fine. You stitched me up.

Actually, it was Master Bruce. He called from Selina Kyle's when you passed out, so I thought, bring you here. Safest place for you.

Master Bruce, I wonder if you might go and get the detective his clothes from the laundry room. Please.

I'm glad you're okay.

So I'll make you some breakfast. Take a seat.

Like some coffee?

Yes, please.

There we go.

How long has Bruce been living with Selina Kyle?

Ever since the Matches Malone debacle.

Turns out staring into the cold, dead eyes of the man that k*lled your parents doesn't bring the right amount of closure.

Bruce never should've been in that room.

I should've gotten to Malone first.

Yes, you should have done.

But you didn't, did you?

Eh?

You can't unfry an egg, as my dear old mum used to say.

So why don't we leave Master Bruce's situation alone and why don't we discuss yours.

Eh?

It's a long story.

Right, so you were framed for the m*rder of that other police officer.

You escaped from prison, you then tracked down the man that framed you and you were promptly sh*t in the leg.

Right, so, answer me this, Detective.

Do you have any idea how you're gonna get out of this awful pickle?

Yes, I do.

Strange: Come, my dear. Your future awaits.

You're sure?

I run a hospital, not a prison.

You're sane. It would be unethical and illegal to keep you confined.

What if I... Hush, now.

Life is full of uncertainty.

And if something does happen, we're always here.

Off you go.

Peabody: If you keep releasing lunatics so liberally, you're going to get a bad reputation.

I'm not looking for a good reputation.

We're releasing Barbara Kean into the wild to observe her behavior.

She's a beautiful experiment.

Mm.

You know what she's going to do, don't you?

I don't, actually.

But I do know it will be interesting.

Nygma was right about one thing.

I can't just go to the cops.

They'll never believe me.

I need hard proof.

Cops, right? Jerks.

Nygma said he met Penguin for the first time in the woods.

That's right around the same time his girlfriend went missing.

I think he was burying her.

Just like he was going to bury me.

What, you want to find her body?

Touch of the old needle in a haystack, innit?

Nygma knows where she is.

What, and you think he's gonna, what, straight tell you?

That's exactly what he's gonna do.

But I need help.

Whatever we can do.

Thanks.

But I need someone Barnes knows will betray me.

What?

Who do I talk to about the reward for Jim Gordon?

Hey. Psst. Come here, come here.

Selina: Um... Let go of me.

Bullock: Come here, come here.

I'm here for my reward.

I'll give you a reward.

Barnes: Bullock!

Have you seen Jim Gordon?

Depends.

There really ten grand?

Depends on your information.

He was at my place a couple hours ago.

He'd been sh*t.

sh*t? Who sh*t him?

Didn't say. He wasn't making a lot of sense.

Barnes: Is he still there now?

No, he took off. I don't know where, but he was just looking for a place to lie low for a while, I guess.

That's not worth $10,000.

Fine.

Before he left he said he'd found out where The Penguin was hiding, he was gonna go see him.

Barnes: Why would he go see The Penguin?

I don't know. Something about Penguin knows where the body's buried?

What bodies?

Selina: I don't know.

Barnes: Where's The Penguin now?

No one knows.

You gonna pay me or what?

Or what.

Relax, relax.

Maybe Gordon won't even find Penguin.

You idiot. He's a detective.

He finds people for a living!

Penguin won't tell him.

He's my friend.

Oh, who am I kidding?

You stupid...

Stupid, stupid!

Okay, okay.

Okay, calculate, Ed, calculate.

Chances of Gordon finding Penguin?

Say 80%.

Chances of Penguin telling Gordon?

Also 80%.

So it's a 60% chance of Gordon finding Kristen.

That settles it.

(wind whistling)

(bird singing)

(grunts)

Hello, Kristin.

I know, didn't expect to see me again, but... circumstances.

(sighs)

Now, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to move you.

(grunts)

Oh.

(twig snaps)

Jim Gordon.

So you did find Penguin.

And that little bird sang.

No, I just followed you.

(laughing)

You fed information to that little miscreant, assuming that I'd hear.

Or, no. No, no, no.

Of course, you were in cahoots.

Of course you were in cahoots.

Well, either way, bravo, Jim.

I'd clap, but I have your g*n in my hand.

How did this happen to you?

How did you become this?

You dummy.

This is who I am.

It was just finally admitting the truth to myself.

Well, that and murdering some people.

I don't believe that.

You don't believe it. Why, Jim?

'Cause it would make you incompetent to know that I was right under your nose the whole time?

Or you don't want to admit that there's a monster in all of us?

Because you, of all people, should know that!

That's what made it so easy to frame you! (laughs)

I was your friend.

Were you, Jim? Were you my friend?

Or did you just pity me?

Oh, poor, weird little Ed with his little silly wordplay and his little riddles.

You're completely insane.

Yeah.

It's probably easier for you to think that.

How about one last riddle for old time's sake?

A nightmare for some.

For others, a savior, I come.

My hands, cold and bleak, it's the warm hearts they seek.

Death.

Right again.

Good-bye, Jim.

Barnes: Drop the g*n.

(g*n chamber clicks)

Drop it!

(g*n chambers clicking)

Captain Barnes, I was... I...

I'm arresting Jim.

Barnes: Stop it, Ed.

We heard everything. Now drop the g*n and get on your knees!

No, this is... This... I...

He's-he's...

Last chance!

Oh.

(grunts)

(g*n chambers clicking)

Oh, crud.

How is it?

Not too gamey?

Hmm. Overcooked.

Oh. Try the other joint.

It is much more tender.

Hmm. It's the same.

Hmm.

Still, beats my slut mother's goulash, no?

Where are the children? Ring the bell again.

Hmm. I doubt they'll hear it.

You look different.

(laughs) You noticed.

Yes.

I'm doing my hair a different way, so...

Charles! Sasha!

Where are they?

I found the sherry decanter, Grace.

The one with poison in it that you used to k*ll my father.

(utensils clink on table)

What on earth are you talking about?

You should have thrown it away!

Guess you're a little too mean to waste good poison, huh?

(gasps) Don't go.

Charles! Sasha! Help!

They won't come. Where are they?

You thought they tasted the same, but Sasha...

Mmm.

No.

No. No.

Definitely more tender.

No!

In my opinion.

No. No!

Barnes: You said you were innocent, and you were.

I'm glad.

I guess I owe you an apology.

No. You were doing your duty.

Can't fault you for that.

Yeah, well, I owe you one.

Oh, not necessary, but I'll take it.

Can you do me a favor and take it easy on Bullock?

(siren blaring)

Thanks.

So... when are you coming back to work?

I'm not coming back.

Not yet anyhow.

No?

There's something I have to do first.

Lee Thompkins' number.

She's working for an ME department down south.

I promised Bruce Wayne I'd solve his parents' m*rder.

I have to do that first.

Then I'm free.

The Wayne case is closed, Jim.

The perp is dead.

But who hired him? Why? I need to find out.

Sometimes we never find out. It happens.

I need you to give me the Wayne files.

You take this, and I'll give you the Wayne files.

Call her.

I'll go get 'em.

It was nothing that you did or didn't do, Alfred.

Why I went away.

I want you to know that.

I do.

Thank you very much.

I'll be going back to the city as soon as Selina's ready.

She's just taking a hot shower.

Oh.

You do know that Mr. Lucius Fox fixed your old man's computer a couple of days ago, don't you?

And when were you going to tell me, Alfred?

Well, I tried telling you this morning.

I'm telling you again now, aren't I?

Oh.

What are you doing?

She could walk in here. Have a word?

I trust her.

It's not about trust, is it?

Whatever your father was doing, he did it in secret for a reason, to protect those he loved.

Doesn't matter about my personal opinion about that young girl, but she has been a bloody good friend to you, and she's been loyal.

So, you know, you go ahead, continue your father's work. I can't stop you, man.

I've tried, haven't I?

But I will not have you put that little girl's life in danger.

It's either the work, or it's her.

You can't have both, do you understand?

Selina: Ugh! Man!

Rich people have great water pressure.

(exhales) So, Jeeves, any chance we can get a ride back to the city?

Right. Well, I'll be in the... in the kitchen, Master Bruce.

Miss.

What's with him?

Bruce, what's going on?

I'm not going back.

What?

I'm grateful for everything that you taught me.

My place is here.

(scoffs)

So, that's it?

Wow.

I don't expect you to understand.

Right.

'Cause you're Bruce Wayne and I'm street trash.

Selina, it's not like that.

Yeah, it is.

It is.

(scoffs)

It's fine.

Have a great life, Bruce Wayne.

(rattling)

(indistinct shouting)

♪ ♪

(exhales)

(beeping)

Female voice: System enabled.

♪ ♪

(beep)

Thompkins.

Hello?

Hello?

(beep)

Hi, Jim.