02x06 - Double Date

[bunniefuu]

But how come when
I make the scones,

they don't got that good
flavor like yours, Tony?

Do I have to tell you again

how you gotta add
the orange zest, Cecil?

You gonna make me give
you the recipe again, huh?

You're k*lling me here, Cecil.

k*lling me.

I heard something.

Shut up, Cecil.
I'm trying to listen.

Why you gotta be so
mean all the time, Tony?

I'm always nice to you.

You're k*lling me, Cecil.

Steven Mandragora. Been a while.

I've changed some
since we met last.

But you haven't changed.

All these years you've
been building your empire

with thievery and m*rder.

But it ends tonight.

No.

Huntress!

J'onn, I-

You were warned.

You were told to stay
away from Mandragora.

You have violated
my direct orders.

You've crossed the line.

You've been watching me?

Given what occurred tonight,

I'd say it was a
wise precaution.

You know what Mandragora
did. And I almost had him.

He should have been there,
but someone tipped him.

You did it.

I had Mandragora moved, yes.

For his own protection.

And yours.

All right, J'onn,

so I get some Justice
League demerits.

Fine. Just spare me the lecture.

I can find him
without your help.

You misunderstand.

Tonight was a
test, and you failed.

Pack your things, Huntress.

You're out.

You'll need to turn in your
identification card immediately.

Fine.

I hope you choke on it.

Oh, Cadmus, Cadmus,
wherefore art thou, Cadmus?

I know there's a connection.

Don't think I won't find it.

Maybe you're not looking
in the right direction.

You're the League's data
guy. The conspiracy buff, right?

Wildcat says you're a nut job.

Funny. He says the
same thing about you.

He's right.

Okay. Bored now. Goodbye.

You must be the ugliest
guy of all time, Question,

hiding your face like that.

Go away.

Don't touch that.

Wow. I had no idea
that the Girl Scouts

were responsible for the
crop circle phenomenon.

Few people do.

Few even think to
ask the question.

Well, I have a
question for you, then.

Do you know what apophenia is?

Apophenia. Noun.

The tendency to see
connections where none exist.

Did you come here just
to make fun of my work?

No, Q. I came to help you.

And let's just keep the rest of
the League out of it, shall we?

Here's the deal.

I tell you what I
know about Cadmus

immediately after
you help me find out

what rock Steven
Mandragora's hiding under.

Hmm. Interesting.

I believe that individual
passed beyond the veil

at the hands of one
Tommy Monahan,

who himself later mistakenly
fell onto a train track,

I am told.

Now, why is it that most of
your criminal acquaintances

seem to be deceased?

Perhaps my friends

are simply prone to
misfortune, Agent Faraday.

My job is to prep you to testify

before the grand
jury, Mr. Mandragora.

You're gonna have to come up
with a lot more than some mook

who may or may not
be around anymore,

if you want immunity
from prosecution.

I am doing my best.

You can't blame me
for being nervous.

I have enemies everywhere.

Even Justice League enemies.

Besides...

I am ravaged by hunger.

Feed me, and I shall squeal on
all manner of former associates.

Speaking of squealing,
Black Canary,

I notice you can't take
your eyes off of me.

One can hardly blame you.

Perhaps after Agent Faraday

helps absolve me
of my alleged crimes,

I could put you in a cage
and have you sing for me.

Listen, you giant tub of...

Green Arrow, may I remind you

that you're here strictly
in a security capacity?

Yes.

Why don't you go and fetch me

another four
platters of oysters,

like a good little leprechaun?

I'm sure your girlfriend and I

will have much to
discuss while you're gone.

I like my oysters
sweet, by the way.

Sweet and juicy.

Let him talk, Arrow.

With all the enemies he's made,

he never knows if he's
eating his last meal.

Al right, Q, you
said you'd help me.

Where are they keeping
Mandragora? Well?

Oh. You did not
just hang up on me.

Figured I'd cut
out the middleman.

Oh, baby doll.

And just for the record,

I usually prefer my
dates to have a face.

Five minutes. That's all I need!

Just give me five minutes.

I'll teach this pompous
jerk some manners.

Listen, Justice League or not,
you will sit down and behave!

- You heard what he said!
- Oh, dear.

Did I offend you
somehow, little man?

My most sincere apologies.

Faraday's right, Arrow.

Relax. Nothing this guy can say

is gonna affect me
one way or the other.

Is that right?

Well, then, perhaps
you won't mind explaining

how a lovely young lady like you

ends up with a nobody like him.

Were all the real men in the
Justice League already taken?

I hope you're proud of yourself.

Now we have to do
guard duty from outside.

Hope I'm proud of myself?

You're the one that punched him.

Yeah, but... Ow!

It was like punching
a brick wall.

There's no fat on that man.

Will you let me look?

I think you'll live
to punch suspects

another day, pretty bird.

Let's find some higher ground.

This is ridiculous.

I can't believe we're
going to all this trouble

to protect a k*ller.

That's how it goes, Dinah.

They let a bad guy go free,
he rats out dozens of others.

It's not perfect.

No. No, it isn't.

Makes you wonder how

his victims would
feel if they knew.

Hey. You gonna get
all serious on me?

You bet.

Mm.

More cops.

So?

The more, the merrier.

Someone else too.

Who are these guys? I
haven't seen them here befo...

Keep your big shirt
on, Mr. Mandragora.

They're checking them out.

You check them out.
That's your job, do it.

Okay, guys. Let's see some ID.

Nice night for a
distraction, ain't it?

You're not going in
that house, Huntress.

That, I promise.

I'm here on League
business, Canary.

That's not what J'onn
said. We just called him.

Okay, that didn't work.

Maybe this will.

Why are you doing
this, Question?

You wouldn't believe
me if I told you.

And here I heard you were
some kind of brilliant fighter.

You heard right.

I strongly advise
you to stay down.

These impact
arrows are nonlethal,

but they hurt... a lot.

He's gone.

Mandragora is gone!

Do you have any
idea what you've done?

Yes. I hunted a m*rder*r.

A m*rder*r the
League's protecting.

We have no time for this.

We've got to ask the Question

what he picked up
and put in his pocket.

Me?

Don't make me ask again.

Oh. You mean this.

It's a storage key.

For a place down
by the train station.

All right, you two stay here.

Don't make me sic
Black Canary on you.

You've only seen
her nice side so far.

Ow! What was that for?

All that crazy mystery man mojo,

and you couldn't
even pick up a clue

without being seen?

The key wasn't the clue.

The key was mine.

Now, this list of
container ship arrivals

I palmed while they
were yelling at you...

that's the clue.

I don't get it.

Why aren't we on our
way to the train station?

Shh.

Because I know
when I'm being conned.

You're cute when you're
an insufferable smarty-pants.

You're even smarter
than they say.

Smart enough to realize

you don't know
jack about Cadmus.

I needed your help.

Talk to me about Mandragora.

What did he do to you?

You wouldn't understand.

Wouldn't understand what?

That he worked for your father,

Franco Bertinelli.

Or that your father was
himself a powerful crime boss?

You were just a child.

You certainly didn't understand

what your father
did for a living.

You just knew that when
he talked, people listened.

That he always had
his guys around him

to do whatever he said.

And that the most frightening
one was Mandragora.

Looking into his eyes was
like looking into an empty pit.

One terrible night,

Mandragora decided he no
longer wished to take orders.

Get behind me, Helena.

It'll be all right.

Your father hoped to protect you

by hiding you in a closet.

He's coming!

But you saw it all, Helena.

Steven Mandragora
k*lled your parents

while you watched helplessly.

Isn't that what happened?

If you knew all that,

then you probably
know what I'm gonna do

to Mandragora when I catch him.

So why help me?

That...

is the question.

Somebody's following us.

Lose them.

Like airline luggage.

You're not supposed to
drive when you're angry.

They're heading towards
the waterfront. Hang on.

It's so funny you think
you have to tell me that.

Stop the car,
Question. Pull over!

Stop following us, Canary.

Is that her? Give me that!

Hey!

You want a piece of
me, blondie? Bring it.

This is so unnecessary.

Are we dead yet?

No.

Are we dead yet?

Look. If we die, I
promise, I'll let you know.

Train. I see it.

Train!

I see it!

Whoops.

J'onn! Get us out of here.

Now!

I can't believe you!

I rebuilt that bike by hand!

You're absolutely right.

I'm sorry I saved our lives.

And J'onn thinks Huntress
is the unstable one.

Look, there are 100
ships leaving here a day.

If Mandragora's trying
to get out of the country,

how are we supposed to
know which one he's on?

What if he isn't
hopping a freighter?

What if he's playing
a more subtle game?

No more questions,
okay? What are you saying?

What if he's here
to meet a freighter?

As it happens,
there's one coming in

from his home country
this very evening.

Come on.

That's him.

He's mine.

You take the two guards. Ready?

I'm really starting to
dislike that woman.

Hey.

I got your plate of
oysters right here, jumbo.

Warned you.

Didn't anyone ever
tell you, Mandragora?

No one messes with
the Justice League.

Mandragora.

I've got special arrows too.

The pointy kind that'll
go right through you.

Put her down.

Now.

Very well then.

Back to federal
custody, I suppose.

Not this time.

Papa!

Edgar!

On my last trip
to the old country,

a rival criminal organization
kidnapped my son.

It took me all this time
to arrange his rescue.

Rest assured that his captors

were taught the
error of their ways.

Rest assured, I'm about to
teach you the same lesson.

All I wanted was for my son
and I to disappear together.

Get behind me, Edgar.

It will be all right.

Huntress.

Is this really what you want?

No.

That's not what I want at all.

Mandragora never
had any intention

of cooperating with
the prosecutors.

He was just stalling
until his son arrived.

Their new identities
were already in place.

Not to mention a
Cayman Island account

full of ill-gotten gains to
finance their new lives.

You knew all along

that kid was gonna
be on that freighter.

I do my homework.

Then why go to all
the trouble to help?

Why risk your life for me?

Because I...

like you.

Where are we going?

Don't ask so many questions.

I'm sorry, but eww.