02x18 - Pinewood

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Previously on Gotham: Bullock: You can still run. Find Lee, have a life.

I have to clear my name. ‭But how?

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

If you keep releasing lunatics you're going to get a bad reputation.

Bruce: Matches Malone.

We've met before?

You k*lled my parents. Who hired you?

You'll never know their name.

Bruce!

He's in there.

(g*nsh*t)

♪ ♪

Nygma: Hello, Kristen.

How did you become this?

This is who I am.

That's what made it so easy to frame you.

Barnes: Drop the g*n!

(GRUNTS)

(g*n HAMMERS CLICKING)

Oh, crud.

So, when are you coming back to work?

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

I have to do that first.

The Wayne case is closed, Jim.

The perp is dead.

Gordon: But who hired him? I need to find out.

Good morning, Victor.

How is it I'm not dead?

Anything above freezing will k*ll you, but never fear.

You won't be locked in there forever.

Alfred: You do know that Mr. Lucius Fox fixed your old man's computer, but I will not have you put that little girl's life in danger.

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

I'm not going back.

‭What?

My place is here.

Have a great life, Bruce Wayne.

(KNOCKING)

Hi, Jim.

Hands up. Hands up!

Okay. Look.

Better?

Inside.

Keep them up. Face the wall.

What are you doing here?

You're supposed to be in Arkham.

And you're supposed to be in Blackgate.

I cleared my name.

I'll ask you again. What are you doing here?

I was released.

Call them, you'll see.

I'm telling the truth.

It's what I do now.

That's hard to believe.

Which part?

I swear to God, after the day I've had, I have no problem sh**ting you.

Hey, look, I believe you.

Look, when I came out of the coma, the memories I had were... horrifying.

Like waking up from a nightmare.

The person who did those things, that's not me.

So they released you.

Just like that.

Well, not right away.

I mean, I had some issues to work through, obviously.

But yes.

I'm better, Jim.

I'm totally sane.

I really am.

I'm happy for you.

Please, go.

You don't believe me, do you?

Frankly, I don't care.

What, and that's it?

I have work to do.

The Lady.

You're investigating the Wayne m*rder, huh?

I've heard of her.

You think she's involved?

'Cause I could help you with this.

No, thanks.

Okay, well, maybe it was a mistake to come, but listen.

Could you just do one more thing for me?

Could you say my name?

Good-bye, Barbara.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hey, Harvey.

Jim will catch you up.

Jim, um... (STAMMERS)

Jim!

(KICKS DOOR)

Jim!

(TYPING, COMPUTER BEEPING)

You've been at it all night, Master Bruce.

I think you should try and get some food down your neck.

Do I smell sausage?

Chipolatas to you, Mr. Fox.

I've prepared a full English upstairs.

I have no idea if that's a yes, but I'm starving.

Let's eat.

I think I found something.

Your father's files are still running through the decryption program.

It could take weeks before we know what we have.

Yes, but his calendar was only password protected.

It was "Bruce," just like the lock.

Here-- the week of his m*rder, he was supposed to meet a woman named Karen Jennings about something called "Pinewood Farms."

Oh, Pinewood Farms.

That sounds, uh, rather quaint.

Or not.

Most of Wayne Enterprises black op programs had code names like that.

Running Brook. Windy Ridge.

A bland name covering up nasty business.

This could be what my father was investigating when he was k*lled.

I think we might be getting a tad ahead of ourselves here, Master Bruce. I mean, how covert could it possibly be if it's on your old man's calendar?

I'll run Karen's name through HR when I get into work, see if there's even a connection.

My father had her address.

She lives somewhere right outside the city.

I think we should just wait and see what Mr. Fox comes up with first, Master Bruce.

I'm done waiting, Alfred.

I'm going up there. With or without you.

Imagine my surprise.

You are going to eat something on the way.

(DISTANT HORN BLOWING)

Now that we know Matches Malone was the triggerman, we can work backwards.

His file has him working primarily with two contractors-- one's dead, the other one's known as The Lady.

‭Her?

She's the one that sent the assassins after you at Galavan's penthouse.

Yeah. Her. You know where she's at?

In the wind.

She went out of business after you k*lled her A team, put her rep in the toilet.

Ironic, huh?

At least I have a list of her known associates.

It'll have to do for now.

Someone must know where she is.

Look, her known associates are professional hit men.

Come back to the GCPD, you'll have resources.

Not to mention, you know, me.

Yeah, and I'd have Barnes looking over my shoulder.

I need to be able to do things my way, at least for now.

All right, but don't take too much time, okay?

I'm supposed to be training Alvarez.

It's like trying to teach a halibut how to put on socks.

Is that it?

You don't carry a badge anymore, partner, remember? Hmm?

I think you need to grab a few items from the whammy drawer.

Can you believe they let Barbara out of Arkham?

First Penguin, then her?

What, they don't have locks on the doors?

(CHUCKLES): Oh, good choice.

Hey, Jim.

Be careful out there.

Always.

It's gonna be a bad day for the hit men of Gotham.

("MY WAY" BY THE SEX PISTOLS PLAYS)

♪ Regrets, I've had a few ♪
♪ But then again ♪ - (GRUNTING)

♪ Too few to mention... ♪

I said, where's The Lady?!

No one knows!

Wrong answer.

Someone knows.

I don't. I swear.

♪ Along the highway ♪
♪ And more, much more than this... ♪

Where is she?

She might be at a club called Artemis.

Thank you.

(RHYTHMIC WHOOSHING)

Strange: The moment has arrived, Ms. Peabody.

Our success here could finally free humanity from the shackles of mortality.

As you said the first dozen times we attempted reanimation, Professor-- and failed.

Ah, but I have a very good feeling about Patient 44.

You need to be more positive.

Someone at Wayne Enterprises ran a search for Karen Jennings.

Do you think she's been found?

I don't see how.

We've never been able to, but someone is looking.

She was our first.

One small stroke on the canvas of possibilities.

Such promise. Do you remember?

I remember the orderlies she maimed and the two she k*lled.

Creation is always so violent.

She could expose us.

Oh, Karen. Who's looking for you?

Do they know what you've become?

What I turned you into?

(BIRD CAWING)

Alfred: Nope.

No joy. Never mind.

Still kind of nice to get out of the manor, have a little drive in the country.

Ah, that's terrific, isn't it?

She's made a bloody tea leaf out of you.

Street smarts? Street smarts, my eye.

Shush, Alfred.

These are merely technical skills.

Oh.

‭Morally neutral.

(FAINT CLANKING)

(HINGES CREAKING)

What is it?

(GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

Careful, Master Bruce.

She's got some kind of weird hunting Kn*fe.

We don't want to hurt you.

Alfred: Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

Raise the g*n. Raise the g*n.

My name is Bruce Wayne.

I just want to talk to you.

Woman: Bruce Wayne?

You're Bruce Wayne?

That's far enough.

Drop the Kn*fe.

It's not a Kn*fe.

Whatever it was you used to do this to me, just drop it. Right now.

I can't.

Listen to me...

That's far enough.

Alfred!

Well, look around you, Master Bruce.

Listen, I've no idea what you are, but whatever that thing is... it's bloody dangerous.

Do you know who I am?

You seemed to recognize me.

How did you find me?

My father, Thomas Wayne, came here the week before he d*ed.

He had it in his calendar.

His calendar? Great.

Were you followed?

No.

I-I-I don't know. By who?

No. No, we... we weren't followed.

Good.

Then you can leave.

Not until you answer my questions.

I know my father came to talk to you about something called Pinewood Farms. What is that?

God, you don't know anything, do you?

So tell me.

Do you not understand that these people will k*ll you?

Don't you think I've been trying to tell him that?

I'm not afraid to die.

Not if it means doing the right thing.

Yeah?

How'd that work out for your dad?

You have to go.

It's not safe for you here.

I don't care.

Whatever my father was investigating got him and my mom k*lled.

You're the first person I've found who might know why.

Please.

You have to tell me what he was doing.

(JAZZY PIANO PLAYING)

The Artemis is a private club, sir.

I need to see if someone's inside.

It'll just take a minute.

(g*n CHAMBER CLICKS)

Members only.

Barbara: Jim.

What a coincidence.

Can I borrow him a moment?

Did I not make myself clear last night?

Oh, you did.

And I wanted to respect your boundaries.

But I was wondering if you knew that this is a women's only club.

Plus, its members are, shall we say, of a criminal persuasion.

Hmm?

Didn't think so.

Which is why I'm here.

Let me guess.

You're gonna talk to The Lady for me, get the information I need, if I just... what? Trust you?

No one likes a smarty-pants.

So what's your plan, then?

My plan?

‭Mm-hmm.

My plan is to stick a g*n in The Lady's face and have her beg me not to pull the trigger until she tells me everything I want to know.

The Gordon special.

I remember it well.

Problem is, you're not a cop anymore.

Why is that, by the way?

The point is, if you go in there g*ns blazing, The Lady will disappear, probably for good.

I can go inside and get you what you want.

What do you have to lose?

Why are you doing this?

I was there.

Remember?

When you first caught the Wayne case.

I know what it means to you.

You think that if you can solve it, you can close the door on the past.

And maybe, just maybe, it'll stay shut.

And then you'll be able to start over.

And you really have to ask me why I'm doing this?

♪ Melts You ♪
♪ Get a little closer 'cause ♪
♪ It makes me feel like I'm brand-new ♪
♪ Another one bites it... ♪

Buy a girl a drink?

Have we met?

No.

But I'm kind of famous.

Oh.

The notorious Barbara Kean.

Please...

♪ I can't help but bite so ♪
♪ Hard... ♪

Sorry about your hand.

I don't get many visitors.

You, uh, spooked me.

Wait, what, we-we-we spooked you?

How long have you lived here?

Ten years.

Ever since Pinewood.

Is that where you... got that?

Pinewood Farms was a bioengineering program at Wayne Enterprises.

The kind that was kept off the books.

I was one of their first volunteers.

What, you volunteered for that, did you?

I didn't have many options at the time.

I was at Blackgate.

Blackgate.

Nice.

Take it you weren't a guard, then.

I was born with a crippled arm.

Growing up, my father liked two things: booze and b*ating his deformed daughter.

One night, I fought back.

He fell down the stairs and broke his neck.

I went to Blackgate for m*rder.

But that's self-defense.

Well, people are scared of different.

Jury sent me away.

One day, these men show up.

Tell me they're gonna fix my arm.

Not only fix it, make it better.

Instead, they turned me into the monster everybody thought I was.

Did my father know what was going on at Pinewood Farms?

No. No.

When he found out what was going on, when he saw what they were doing to us, he shut it down.

Paid to put us into hiding.

So how many were there of you?

Not sure.

I know most didn't survive the experiments.

It started up again, didn't it?

That's why my father came to see you after all those years.

He wasn't sure, but... he had his suspicions.

He came to warn me.

Whoever was running Pinewood, whoever started it up again, I know that's who k*lled my parents.

Do you remember any names?

None of them ever used their names around us.

But the man who was in charge...

I can still see his face.

Every time I close my eyes.

Then you need to take us there.

You need to take us to Pinewood Farms.

(LAUGHS DRYLY)

My father risked his life to save you.

I'm asking you to repay that favor.

I promise... nothing will happen to you.

(QUIETLY): Okay.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Yeah.

It didn't go quite to plan, but whatever.

I looked incredible in that wedding dress.

I suspect you did.

And how did you get out of Arkham?

(CHUCKLES)

Well, that was easy.

It was a lot of...

"Oh, my God.

"I can't believe I k*lled all those... people.

(FAKE SOBS)

Boo-hoo."

(LAUGHS)

Well, what's your plan now?

Well...

I'm thinking about getting into the assassination business.

Only I need a partner.

What do you have to offer?

I'm rich, fabulous, and, in your case, I may have just the thing to restore your reputation.

Really?

Man: All right, see you next week!

Let me help you with that!

Thanks.

(DISHES CLATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Stubborn.

(g*n HAMMER CLICKS)

I need to speak to The Lady.

She's expecting you.

Hey, Jim.

Guess what?

(WHISPERS): You were right.

(GIGGLES)

Barbara: Wow.

Is anyone getting major déjà vu, here?

Only, wait... oh!

We're missing Lee.

Shame.

That would've been a real family reunion.

So that's what this has been about?

(LAUGHS)

Delivering me to her?

Well, when I saw her picture in your file, I figured you'd go after her, so I did some digging.

Saw you two had some history and it all kind of... came together.

So did I deliver or what?

When you said he was looking for me, I assumed this had something to do with the men I sent to k*ll him.

(LAUGHS) No.

He knows you contracted Matches Malone for the Wayne murders, and he is just obsessed with finding out who hired you.

It's like his thing.

That's why he's here?

(LAUGHS)

I have absolutely no idea who's behind the Wayne murders.

You didn't take the contract?

Oh, no. I mean, I did, but... we did it all over the telephone.

I never met the client.

But you must've got a name.

He went by a nickname.

Oh...

Poor Jim.

So close.

It's almost sad you have to die.

Oh.

You know, should we just tell him?

(LAUGHS)

Are you always this sentimental?

Fine.

He called himself The Philosopher.

There you go, Jim.

(TASER POWERING UP)

Now you know.

(SCREAMING)

Told you I had a plan.

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

Alfred: That doesn't exactly scream "top secret bioengineering lab," does it?

This is it.

Right. You two sit tight.

I'll have a shifty.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Honestly.

Man: She's here.

Right.

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

♪ ♪

(HANDCUFFS RATTLE)

I'd wager nothing's been touched in here for a decade.

Are you okay?

(SNIFFLES)

Seeing all this, it feels like yesterday that I was here.

I'm sorry.

Uh, looks like your father was wrong.

Maybe it's for the best.

You can move on now.

You knew this place was shut down, didn't you?

Is that why you brought me here, hoping I'd give up?

Steady on, Master Bruce.

No, she's hiding something.

I can see it in her eyes.

I don't understand. What won't you tell me?

Man: Hey! Hey, this is private property!

I'm gonna call the cops!

Man 2: Girl comes with us, and no one gets hurt.

Alfred: Run, Master Bruce.

Run!

♪ ♪

(KAREN SHOUTS)

Come on.

(APPROACHING SIRENS WAILING)

Drop the g*n, now!

You go down... and I'll look this way.

Got it.

What the hell was that about?

Don't be mad.

I was tied to a chair and nearly k*lled. Again.

What should I be feeling?

Gratitude?

I'm not feeling that.

I needed The Lady to trust me.

It's called a plan.

A plan?

What if I'd stayed outside?

(SCOFFS)

Really?

(SCOFFS) Look, we got the name.

We should be celebrating.

Hey, we kind of make a pretty good team.

This doesn't change anything.

I got you the information that I said I would.

Everything I did in there, I did for you.

You have to see that.

Honestly, I don't know what I see.

Then look.

Please.

What do you care?

After everything that's happened, let's say you've changed.

What do you care what I think?

Because when I woke up from that coma, the first image I saw was your face as you were holding on to me from the church window.

You were trying to save me.

Because in that moment, you didn't see the monster.

You just saw me.

That's what I've been holding on to.

Because I feel like if you could just look at me like that again...

I'd be okay.

I'd make it.

You want to be a better person?

Yes.

That's your choice to make.

I can't be that for you.

You tried to k*ll Lee.

I can't forgive that.

I won't.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Just get it.

Bruce.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, slow...

Slow...

♪ ♪

Be right there.

Alfred!

About bloody time, mate.

Bullock: Not my call, pal.

How about you stop getting arrested so much?

Where's Bruce?

In with Barnes.

Barnes: Bullock!

Prep Karen Jennings to travel.

I want her at Blackgate today.

No contact.

You, you're free to go.

I suggest you do so before I change my mind.

What did you tell him?

The truth.

He didn't seem to like it.

All right, how about you tell me?

Gordon: So your father found out about this program, where Karen Jennings was a subject, and shut it down.

When it was restarted, he tried to stop it... and they had him k*lled.

And you think Karen can identify the men involved?

Doesn't know their names.

Says she can remember their faces, though.

♪ And you can get to wondering... ♪

The man who contracted Matches Malone to k*ll your parents called himself The Philosopher.

Hold on, how'd-how'd you know this?

I've been conducting my own investigation.

I found out today.

And I'd be willing to bet that this is the man who was behind Pinewood.

♪ Hard to keep believing good times ♪

What do we do?

♪ And easier to feel like ♪

Have Lucius Fox put together the files of all the scientists who have worked for Wayne Enterprises over the past 15 years.

If Karen can pick this man out, if he is The Philosopher, we can tie him to your parents' m*rder.

Assuming, of course, that Karen Jennings is still alive.

I mean, it's obvious these guys mean business.

She's gonna be dead the minute she hits Blackgate Prison.

That's why we're gonna break her out.

♪ Lying awake at midnight, feeling cold... ♪

How much money can you put together quickly?

How much do you need?

(CROW CAWING, SHIP'S HORN BLOWING)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(GASPING, TREMBLING BREATHS)

♪ ♪

Patient 44's EEG patterns confirm paradoxical sleep.

We're getting close.

He's... getting close.

Karen Jennings was arrested and is being sent to Blackgate Prison.

Pity.

Seems we should abandon our efforts to bring her back.

She cannot be allowed to talk.

I'll send a team.

Actually, I was thinking this would be the perfect opportunity to let our sub-zero guest try out his new suit.

You sure?

Whatever that gas did to him, he's not the man he was before.

He seems... very angry.

Oh, I know.

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(TURNS OFF MUSIC)

I was listening to that.

Hello, Victor.

How are you feeling?

How am I feeling?

I'm locked in a freezer-- how do you think I'm feeling?

That's why I'm here.

How would you like to go on a little... field trip?

(VEHICLE RUMBLING)

What the hell?

♪ ♪

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

♪ ♪

(QUIETLY): Damn!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

Yo, Marty!

You're never gonna believe it.

(r*fle COCKS)

You have a decision to make!

You can keep the money, toss us your g*n and tell your supervisor you were disarmed, or be a hero, and wake up like your friend here with nothing to show for it but a massive headache.

I'd say it's a bit of a no-brainer, wouldn't you, sweetheart?

Give me your g*n.

Go.

♪ ♪

Go ahead.

Enjoy your cash.

Let's go!

♪ ♪

(PANTING)

Bruce, what is going on? Who is this?

A friend.

Nice to meet you.

Bruce: He's gonna help us get you out of town.

I have a car, cash and a new identity waiting for you back at Wayne Manor.

I can't believe you would do this for me.

I made a promise nothing would happen to you.

I intend to keep it.

Gordon: Karen?

Do you know a man who goes by the nickname The Philosopher?

That's, uh, the man who ran the program.

That's what the others called him.

Something about some game they played.

And you could identify him?

Yeah. ‭Good.

We have someone tracking down the files of all the scientists who have worked for Wayne Enterprises over the years.

Bruce: After that, you, you can disappear.

No one will ever hurt you again.

You sound just like him.

I have been hiding something from you, Bruce.

Your father did more than just rescue me from Pinewood.

What, what do you, what do you mean?

After what happened, I was so angry.

But he never gave up on me.

He kept visiting.

Gave me books to read.

A music box for my birthday.

He kept reminding me that I wasn't alone.

That I wasn't a monster.

I never knew what a real father should be until Thomas Wayne.

That's why I didn't want you to pursue this.

I didn't want you to see him differently.

Your father started Pinewood, Bruce.

His intentions were good.

But the man in charge took advantage of him.

He didn't realize the truth until it was too late.

Pinewood was his burden.

But it doesn't have to be yours.

It's not a burden.

It's who I am.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Hold on!

(HEAVY THUDDING NEARBY)

Victor?

You.

Put down the g*n!

Go get on Bruce!

You both all right?

You all right?

Go.

Go, run. It's me he's after.

We're not leaving without you.

I'm so glad I met you, Bruce.

Your dad would be proud of you.

Of the man that you've become.

(g*nf*re CONTINUES)

Karen!

Karen...

Stay here!

(GASPING)

♪ ♪

No!

Karen! Karen!

(RAPID BEEPING)

(expl*si*n)

♪ ♪

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

Sorry, I'm late.

I did get you that salt water taffy you like, so...

(SHUSHES)

(QUIETLY): You'll wake her.

I thought she was in Arkham.

In a coma.

Not anymore.

She showed up a couple of hours ago.

Poor thing.

What is she doing here?

She's come home.

♪ I wonder ♪
♪ But your heart was never there... ♪

Huh.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(MUSIC BOX PLAYING GENTLE MELODY)

(GENTLE MELODY CONTINUES)

My father risked his life to protect her.

He cared for her.

And now she's dead.

Because of me.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Alfred: Not because of you, Master Bruce.

Because of what you're pursuing.

Is there a difference?

Yes.

And if you can't make your peace with that, then you're not ready.

There will be others, Master Bruce.

Karen was the only one who knew what The Philosopher looked like.

How are we going to find him now?

You need to have faith, Bruce.

I know what you risked today.

If Barnes finds out you were involved...

He will.

If he hasn't already.

Pretty sure my days at the GCPD are over.

But I knew that going in.

Then why'd you do it?

You're not the only one who made a promise.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Ah, Mr. Fox.

I let myself in.

I think I might have something.

When I was compiling the personnel files on scientists, I also ran a cross-reference search on Pinewood Farms and The Philosopher and found this.

It's from a company newsletter taken 12 years ago.

The photo lists team nicknames.

Look at the man next to your father.

Hugo Strange.

The Philosopher.

He runs Arkham now.

A friend.

Someone he... he trusted.

That's not fair.

That's not right.

Oh, Karen. What a shame.

You held such promise.

Victor said he recognized Jim Gordon.

Said he was with a boy.

Bruce Wayne.

So he and Jim Gordon are working together.

Well, well.

I think life is about to get very interesting for us, Ms. Peabody.

(ALARM BUZZES)

It's coming from downstairs.

Patient 44.

But the reanimation should take another 12 hours.

I...

Grab him, grab him!

(ALL GRUNTING)

Aah! ‭Aah!

(THUMPING CONTINUING)

(SHOUTS)

(PANTING)

Aah!

Oh!

(THUMPING CONTINUING)

Oh, Peabody, we did it.

We brought someone back.

We actually did it.

Wh... What is it now, sister?

What's he saying?

(PANTING)

Heathen dogs. Huh.

What now, sister?

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

The Holy City.

Oh, I see.

The saint will deliver us.

No, don't leave.

Don't leave.

Should I gas him?

Azrael...

Azrael!

Azrael.