05x10 - I Am Bane

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Previously on Gotham...

Did Walker destroy Haven?

EDUARDO: This part of the op is need-to-know.

I come bearing gifts.

Reunification with the mainland hangs on by a thread.

Toxic chemicals rain down onto the city, and the governmentcuts us adrift for good.

THOMPKINS: The filtration system

that Lucius designed is working.

LUCIUS: It's not glamorous work, but we are helping to save the lives of thousands of people.

SELINA: You're leaving Gotham.

OSWALD: I believe the time has come

for a change of scenery.

- You found a way out of Gotham?
- It's a submarine.

OSWALD: Jim Gordon and Lee Thompkins are man and wife.

He will never see you as anything but a dangerous woman keeping his child from him.

Eduardo.

Walker.

Professor Strange'll have you fixed up in no time.

(whirring)

(labored breathing)

WALKER: Rest easy, Eduardo.

I made you a promise when I found you in that hole in Peña Dura.

And I intend to keep it.

To give you a true purpose and the strength to see it through.

However, I'm afraid this process will be agonizing and, unfortunately, quite lengthy.

Apologies in advance.

(squeaking)

(labored breathing)

You're going to be reborn.

And then you'll be the bane of the unjust.

The bane of the corrupt.

The bane of anyone who opposes us.

(screaming)

Radio confirmation.

General Wade's landing craft docked.

His convoy's on the way here now.

Reunification day is today.

Harv, that is great news, but then what?

Just 'cause we rebuild some bridges doesn't mean things are gonna suddenly improve.

So, uh, future got you spooked?

(sighs) Yeah, I guess.

I mean, I want to believe things are gonna get better, but sometimes it's just hard for me to see it, you know.

Can't say I understand.

I don't have kids, at least none that I know of.

But you got one coming, so we got no choice but to believe.

It's got to be better than what we've been through, right?

It damn well better be.

Seven days in a row of . water toxicity levels.

Lucius's filters did the job.

Eh, good work. Hope it's not wasted.

Is there a reason to think there's a problem?

Jim's got a lot on his mind.

What with Gotham rejoining the world and a baby coming into the world next week.

Give it a rest, Harvey.

All joking aside.

We're here because of you. Mm?

And you're gonna be a father.
That's a future I'll take.

Over the past year, you've all done good work.

We've made Gotham a safe place for kids and families.

We've given people the food and medicine they needed.

But it's not over yet.

So, no matter what General Wade says today, the work continues.

Give yourselves one more round of applause.

And get back to work.

Here they come.

Captain Gordon.

Nice to finally meet you in the flesh.

General, welcome to Gotham.

Good that you've reestablished some semblance of law and order around here.

Seems like the Green Zone stretches to every corner of the island.

General, Wayne Labs show toxicity levels way below the threshold the government set for us.

All due respect, Mr. Wayne, but I got to go with what my people tell me on this.

♪ ♪

Cutting it a little close, aren't we?

Is that under pounds, ounces?

It can't possibly make that big a difference.

It's only the difference between getting off this island or sinking to the bottom of the river.

Well, then Pengy can off-load a few of his knickknacks.

Not a chance.

Because you know what's worth its weight in gold?

- Gold.
- Ah!

(groaning)

Congratulations!

(chuckles)

Go to the clinic. Go have your baby.

What? So the two of you can hightail it off this rock without me? I don't think so.

I assure you we will not launch without you.

Ed and I will finish making preparations and we will be ready to launch the moment you get back here with that little bundle of joy.

Or unless I should drive you to the clinic in light of your delicate condition?

I can do it. I'm not that delicate.

Remember that if you even think about double-crossing me.

It's very kind of you to offer to drive her.

I knew she would never accept my help.

Should I start the engine?

One less passenger to worry about.

Oh, two, actually.

You are so right.

(chuckles)

(gasps, chuckles)

Found it.

Ah, well done, Miss Kyle.

All right, let's have a look.

Uh, here we are.

Oh, so this guy's the architect who designed Wayne Manor?

Yes, right.

With the reunification, a new Wayne Manor must follow.

And it'll be just like the old one?

Oh, nothing is just like it was.

So why are we looking at the old plans?

Perhaps I'm not ready to let go of the past.

Well, if it makes you feel better, I wish I could blow up my past.

Well, maybe you will.

One day, when you build something new, the past will always be part of it.

As for me, now Master Bruce is grown, building a new manor might be my last great service to him.

A home.

And then what?

You retire?

No.

I will stand guard, as I've always done.

I thought this was all settled. This is bull.

My results are accurate, Jim.

BULLOCK: We don't know this general. Maybe he's with Walker.

Let's not get carried away. Bruce, go and check on the tech.

(radio crackles)

(sighs)

This is Gordon.

THOMPKINS: It's Lee.

Everything okay?

Barbara just showed up here, in labor.

You're kidding.

You better come quick.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll try to get over there as soon as I can.

Try to.

Um... try to wait for me.

It doesn't really work that way.

I know.

Okay.

Wait.

I love you.

(labored breathing)

I love you, too.

Jim!

What? What's wrong?

We did it.

You did it. We got through it, Jim.

WADE: Captain.

All clear.

Congratulations.

Reunification can begin.

Well, I'm glad I can make you so happy.

Funny thing is, sir, that's just the second best news I've gotten today.

(distant rumble)

What's that?

(bang)

- Jim.
- Incoming!

Everybody get back!

Get inside! Get inside!

Go, go.

(g*nf*re)

(grunting)

(bones crunch)

(man screaming)

Eduardo?

(distorted): Not anymore.

All right, people, listen up.

I want squads headed for Knights Stadium,

Yeavley Park, and Granton Station.

Work your way out.
We got to find him, people.

What the bloody hell happened?

Seems that Jim's old army buddy wasn't quite as dead as we'd hoped.

I got squads covering the north side.

They're sweeping from Coventry down to Miller Harbor, but they could be anywhere.

Well, give us an area to search

- and we'll get it covered.
- Uh...

Take Reatton, work your way to South City Park.

Looks like you're not done protecting Bruce yet, Alfred.

(rasping)

Eduardo.

What did Walker do to you?

When I was in Peña Dura prison, Jim,

the guards played a game.

They'd choose one of us...

and they buried us alive.

They'd take bets on whether you could dig your way out.

But then they'd bury you deeper.

And play again.

I was the champion.

To survive that...

I had to stop being human.

I had to become... something else.

I became Bane.

Only I didn't know it yet.

But she knew and she showed me the way.

If the world is full of monsters,

the only way to defeat them...

is to become one yourself.

I'm sorry.

You were a good soldier.

Hmm.

Don't pity me, Jim.

We are building the future.

She's given me a purity of mission.

And unlike the army,

she is willing to carry things out.

A new world is coming.

Strong...

merciless...

unyielding.

I've heard it all before.

Not gonna happen.

And how are you going to stop me, Jim?

Not me.

You kidnapped Bruce Wayne and a general of the U.S. Army.

You talk about your future, Eduardo, but you don't have one.

But Eduardo's dead, Jim.

There is only Bane now.

(door opens)

Rise.

I said rise!

WALKER: Not so formal.

Captain and I are acquainted.

Get the other one.

I recognize your voice, but I don't know what to call you.

I know it's not Walker.

So who are you?

That's a good question.

Perhaps Bruce Wayne can help us figure that one out.

(footsteps approach)

You okay?

(panting): Yeah.

You want hostages?

You've got me and a general of the U.S. Army.

Let him go.

This has nothing to do with him.

"This has nothing to do with him"?

But, Captain, you don't even know what "this" is.

This, everything I have done here, is about punishing Gotham.

For the sins of Bruce Wayne.

You can start now.

No... no!

(grunts, groans)

And again.

(grunts)

So...

Bruce Wayne.

I'm thinking of a name.

Can you guess whose it is?

- What?
- Wrong. And again.

(shouts)

Want to take another guess?

Farewell, my beloved Gotham.

City of my birth.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Though I leave you today... my heart will always remain.

I do so hate goodbyes.

Well, you're in luck.
We're not going anywhere.

- What are you talking about?
- Engine won't start; pressure regulator valve's missing.

Or rather it's stolen.

Barbara!

(exhaling heavily)

Blood pressure's normal.

I'm glad something about this is normal.

So how long's this gonna take, Doc, soup to nuts?

Are you in a hurry or something?

No, it's just that, uh...

I just feel like you've been... so great about this, and, you know, it's been awkward as hell for you, and...

I haven't even really said thank you.

I don't expect a thank you from you, Barbara.

Then perhaps the best thank you would be for me to get out of here as soon as possible.

Whatever's on your mind... the health of the baby comes first.

I know that.

So, long haul or short, we're here.

Until you have a healthy baby in your arms.

That's all I want.

(softly): Okay.

(exhales sharply)

- (grunts)
- Stop it!

A name, a person.

The reason this is all happening.

Can't you guess yet?

I don't know!

If you want to punish me, then do it.

Hurt me, not him.

I am hurting you.

- (panting)
- There's nothing more painful than seeing your friends suffer.

But he's more than just a friend, isn't he, Bruce?

Jim Gordon's been like a father to you.

How awful it must be to watch another father die.

(strained exhale)

Who am I doing this for?

Say the name.

(grunts)

(groans)

When the ones you love die... it's like a part of yourself is cut off... forever.

(sobs)

You know that.

So why do I hate you so much?

Who was cut away from me?

Last chance.

(whimpers)

Yes.

Now you know.

Say his name.

Say it.

Ra's al Ghul.

This is revenge for his death.

And who am I?

You're his daughter.

My name is Nyssa al Ghul.

And revenge is just the beginning of what I want.

(Bane rasping)

NYSSA: The League of Shadows is everywhere.

Did you think my father's mission would die with him?

Humankind will be purged of weakness.

I'm just starting with you and yours.

You're right.

I k*lled Ra's.

So whatever you need to do...

do it to me.

No.

You can't take all the blame for k*lling my father.

I mean, you did have some help, right?

Someone who quite literally gave you a helping hand.

- What are you doing?
- (yells)

Well done, Barbara.

Go get Barbara Kean.

Eduardo...

She's pregnant.

She's carrying a child.

A child.

One soul's future weighed against the world's.

Your concern seems petty, Jim.

If he touches a hair on that child's head,

I will destroy everything you have.

I don't have anything left, just my father's mission.

Bane wants you to join that mission with us.

To see the world as he sees it.

- Never.
- STRANGE: Never say never,

- Captain Gordon.
- No!

NYSSA: How does it feel, Bruce, knowing that all of this is your fault?

Tell me. I'd really like to know.

(screams)

(groaning)

There must be something you can give me.

We're out of the dr*gs that you need.

It's okay. You're almost there.

I'll get you some ice chips so you don't get dehydrated.

Gee, thanks.

Lee.

Ed.

Don't worry, I'm not here for you.

But for the record, you stabbed me first.

If you two are quite done, we are actually here for Barbara.

Or more precisely, what she stole from us.

I don't know what this is about, and I don't care.

You two need to get out of here right now.

(chuckles) Gladly.

Just as soon as Barbara gives us the... What's it called?

- Pressure regulator valve.
- Right.

That.

(sighs)

I should have known that you would try to screw us over.

You only noticed because you tried to screw me over first.

Second, technically.

Okay, she's in the middle of having a baby.

And we are in the middle of trying to leave Gotham, and we can't do that without a crucial part of the submarine which will ferry us all away from here!

That's why you were in such a rush

- to get out of here.
- As are we.

Hand over the part... now.

Don't point that at the baby.

What? No, I did not!

I... I was merely trying to make a general

threatening gesture with a firearm.

But you did, though.
You pointed the g*n at the baby.

All right, fine. I'm sorry!
Now give us what we want!

No! You think I'm stupid enough to have the part on me?

It's hidden away, somewhere safe.

And if you think you can t*rture me into telling you where, there is literally nothing more painful than what I am going through right now!

(expl*si*n)

(screaming in distance)

Hey, you stay out of here. This is a hospital.

(neck snaps)

(bell dings)

Barbara Kean,

your time is up.

There's no place for you to hide.

No one will save you. Nor mercy that will spare you.

You simply cannot run from your sins.

And you cannot run from me.

What do you want from me?

(chuckles)

Let me let you in on a little m*llitary secret.

It's called Special Order .

In the event that Gotham is irretrievably lost, a contingency plan was put in place to reduce the city to rubble.

No.

There are still innocent people here.

You asked me what I want from you.

I want you to suffer, Bruce Wayne.

And then I want you to die.

Spend a little time with that thought.

We'll be starting soon.

♪ ♪

- Who are those guys?
- No idea.

Exactly how many people have you screwed over?

Present company excluded.

There are people in this building.

Well, fortunately, they seem to only be trying to k*ll one.

So, by all means, let's gather 'round the target.

- All right.
- (groaning)

Maybe we can cut through the abandoned wing and we can get to the ambulance bay that way.

Might take some time, but...

Oh, if only there were two able-bodied men who could buy us some.

And why, pray tell, should we risk our necks for you?

- (straining): Chivalry?
- (laughs)

But if that's too much, remember, if I die, you will never find that sub part.

Fine. We'll keep them busy.

- We'll meet you at the docks.
- Thank you.

- What?
- Keep them busy?

I only brought enough amm*nit*on for a light firefight, not to repel a paramilitary as*ault.

What should we use, bedpans?

I was actually thinking of something a little more... flammable.

♪ ♪

(both laugh)

(grunts)

Why, Captain Gordon, how nice that you're awake.

You picked the losing side, Strange.

The army's coming to Gotham.

Help me, and you can do what you do best: survive.

I happen to think more of Ms. al Ghul's chances for success than a man in your... well... position.

You really think she can take on the entire army?

As a matter of fact, I do.

With my help.

You are just a few modifications away from being a mighty soldier in her forces.

Not unlike your friend, Eduardo...

I will help you to realize your full potential, give you true strength.

I'll pass.

Consent is hardly a prerequisite.

We will begin... with, uh, physical improvements.

(groans softly)

Sorry.

And finish... with certain mental adjustments.

(elevator bell dings)

(rasping)

(cheers)

(Bane rasping)

Your contractions are about a minute apart.

We've got to get you out of here.

(screams)

- (grunts)
- (pained yelling)

Nice sh*t!

(yelling)

Keep breathing.

(panting)

(grunts quietly)

♪ ♪

(panting softly)

Some try to hide, some try to cheat.

- (sighs)
- But time will let us always meet.

What am I?

- Pregnant lady with a g*n?
- Death.

But close enough.

So, where to now?

Well, I believe...

we have a sub to catch.

- (chuckles)
- How long have you had that?

Long enough to know she'd never let it out of her sight.

(laughs)

And you stuck around long enough to risk both of our lives to save Barbara's?

Or was it to protect Lee?

Do you want me to answer that or do you want sail away from here?

Bon voyage.

Oh, those bastards have stolen the damn sub part!

- You mean, stole it back.
- Whose side are you on?

Clearly, I'm on the baby's side, Barbara.

- Ooh!
- What was your plan, anyway?

You were going to be a fugitive with Nygma and Penguin?

Well, I'm not exactly the stay- at-home-and-bake-apple-pie type.

Yeah, running off on a submarine seemed like a great alternative.

Barbara, you can live here.
You can have this baby here.

Jim is not taking the baby away from you.

You really believe that?

You really think Captain Jim Gordon is gonna let a criminal raise his kid?

People are already sh**ting at my baby.

I have to protect him... or her.

I have to be strong.

Right, being strong does not mean you have to be a criminal.

Jim will help you.

And so will I if you'll let me.

Well, that's just weird.

I know.

Hey, baby, this is your Auntie Lee.

Mommy tried to k*ll her once, maybe twice.

- (both laugh)
- All right.

Okay, that's enough of that.

Come on. We got to keep moving.

I think this is happening now.

(screams)

(panting)

(panting)

(whimpers softly)

(screams)

What's going on in there?

(yells)

This is Bruce Wayne. Can anyone read me?

(grunts)

This is Bruce Wayne.
Does anyone at the GCPD read me?

This is Bruce Wayne. Can anyone read me?

Bruce, it's Alfred.
Where the devil are you? Over.

Some abandoned mansion in North Side Park.

- On my way.
- No.

I'll get out myself.

- I need you to get to the clinic.
- The clinic?

It's Ra's al Ghul's daughter, Alfred.

She wants revenge. She mutated Eduardo Dorrance

and sent him after Barbara.

Oh, gosh.

I'll be fine.

I need you to get to Barbara and the baby.

Now, you're going to feel a slight discomfort.

That's the stimulant I've given you to prepare your muscles.

You'll need it for what comes next, which, I'm afraid, is going to be excruciating.

(machine whirring)

(grunts)

Do you feel that?

Yes.

(Gordon groans)

(grunts)

There's that fighting spirit I've always admired so much.

Now, if you'll excuse me, there's an alarm I must sound.

(grunts)

(panting)

(grunts)

- What the hell are you doing?
- Checking to make sure

Strange doesn't have one of those chips in your head.

We need to hurry up, get out of here before he trips the alarm.

(alarm blaring)

Come on.

Alfred and GCPD are on their way to the clinic.

- Where's Nyssa?
- I don't know.

But she's planning on using the m*llitary to wipe out Gotham.

I can order them to stand down.

Then let's get you out of here.

THOMPKINS: She's beautiful.

Congratulations.

Hi, there.

Guess I'm-a have figure out what to call you.

- (chuckles softly)
- (sniffles)

Thank you.

(glass shattering)

(baby crying)

- (Thompkins gasps)
- (tires screech)

- SELINA: Come on.
- ALFRED: Get in the car now.

I'll hold him off.

SELINA: Alfred and I got this.

ALFRED: Selina, get in the car.

- Selina, get back in the car!
- No.

Go.

Oh, my, look at you.

You're a big'un, ain't you?

Bloody baby bully, let's see what you got.

(grunting)

(grunting)

Dirty bastard.

(Alfred screams)

(grunting)

No!

Alfred.

Alfred.

(whispers): Alfred.

Somebody help!

(panting)

Somebody. Oh, no.

SOLDIER: A-ten-hut!

Welcome back, General.

Get me a secure line to the mainland now.

Jim! Hey.

Just got word from Lee.

She and Barbara made it out of the clinic okay.

And your baby daughter, too.

- Congratulations.
- They're going to The Sirens.

- You just had a baby girl, brother.
- (laughs)

Say something.

Just can't believe it.

We won, didn't we? It's over.

We did, and she's gonna have a better world because of it.

She is. I promise.

- Is Alfred with them?
- Didn't say.

This is General Wade.

I am authorizing Special Order .

No!

Gotham City is lost.

Begin your bombing run on my order.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Arrest them.

You can't do this.

Take them away.

You can't do this!

THOMPKINS: Okay, nice and slow.

(baby fussing)

(gasps)

- Barbara Kean.
- Run!

It's nice to finally meet you.

My name is Nyssa al Ghul.

I believe you knew my father.

I don't understand how the general could have been chipped.

I didn't see a scar on the back of his neck. Did you?

No. Strange must've hidden it.

Nyssa let us escape.

She knew we'd bring the general here and do her dirty work for her.

BULLOCK: What now, Jim?

Son, if you're gonna stick a g*n in my face, you should at least know you're doing it wrong.

Come on, let's go.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(explosions)