02x10 - The Son of Gotham

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Previously on Gotham...

Theo: Monsters are coming, Mr. Mayor, who will cleanse this city.

If you sell me your company, I will give you the name of the man who k*lled your parents.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Bruce's friend.

And you're a piece of gutter trash.

You think that little minx is gonna tell you something, do you?

Getting information out of a girl like that requires a level of deception that you do not yet possess.

Gordon: You're under arrest.

May I ask what the charge is?

The kidnapping and t*rture of Aubrey James.

These were Ms. Kringle's.

A man with nothing to love is free.

Hey, Parks, you did good today.

Thompkins: Eduardo Flamingo k*lled Officer Parks before they could get him into lockup.

Bruce Wayne will die, and his company will be ours.

Everything is ready.

The brothers' arrival is imminent.

Creel: Gotham will be redeemed in blood.

(whimpering)

(man grunts)

(thunder rumbling)

Please don't hurt me! Shut up.

(grunts)

(whimpering)

Ah.

(thunder rumbling)

(sighs)

Forget your umbrella?

Thought visiting hours were over.

What are rules to the man who arrested the mayor of Gotham?

(sighs)

Any chance you're gonna tell me what this little visit is about?

Tomorrow's hearing, perhaps?

You're here to gloat.

Does the name Katherine Parks mean anything to you?

No, can't say it does.

I'm gonna be there tomorrow.

I'm gonna watch them put you away.

(chuckles softly)

Always a pleasure, Detective.

(door buzzes, opens)

Hey.

Hey.

(thunder rumbling)

You're soaking wet.

Do you want to talk about it?

Katherine Parks was 23.

On the force a year.

And today we put her in the ground because when I had the chance, I didn't do the only sensible thing.

Jim...

An assassin kills four cops... dares me to pull the trigger, and I don't.

Explain that to me.

That man was your prisoner; you didn't have a choice.

I had a choice.

Yes, to uphold the law or to become a m*rder*r.

You made the right one.

You think Katherine Parks feels the same way?

What about her family?

(sighs)

I went to see Galavan today.

And?

You're asking did I get the guards to turn the cameras off? No.

But they would have.

Galavan as good as k*lled Parks, Essen and a dozen other cops, and yet he sits there, smiling, breathing.

And tomorrow, Aubrey James is going in front of the grand jury and telling them that he was kidnapped and tortured by Galavan.

He's gonna be put away for a long time.

Maybe.

Just the way he acted.

It wasn't a man looking at a decade in prison.

I have a bad feeling.

Jim, it's over.

You did good.

Now, come to bed.

Doctor's orders.

(coughs, grunts)

Man: Where am I?

Who are you?

The day of reckoning is at hand.

And the blood of the nine shall wash away the sin.

(gasping)

(panting): Please!

And Gotham will be cleansed.

(choking, gurgling)

(bell tolling)

This isn't gonna work.

This girl is a world-class liar from a family of world-class liars.

She'll see through you. Or her uncle will.

Well, that's very possible.

And?

Bruce, they're playing nice with you because they think you trust them.

Once they see you don't, it'll get ugly fast.

Your logic is flawless, Selina. It's not too late...

If there's even a chance Galavan knows who k*lled my parents, I have to take it.

I told Alfred I have fencing practice after school to buy us some time if we need it.

Hey.

The best liars always tell the truth.

Something to remember.

Thank you.

That's her car. You'd b...

(car door closes)

Alvarez, call the morgue.

See if any bodies turned up matching Gertrude Cobblepot.

She didn't just vanish; Galavan k*lled her.

Did that yesterday.

And you're gonna do it again today.

I got my own cases, Gordon.

Turn up anything on that symbol we found in the penthouse?

No. I'm waiting for Father Mike up at St. Bart's.

Sent him a picture of the cassock, too.

He's up on all that religious mumbo-jumbo.

What exactly are we after here?

Something tying Galavan to the murders of Essen, Parks, any of the people he k*lled.

Not to state the obvious, Jim, but the guy's going to jail.

I went to see him last night.

Yeah?

Get the guards to turn off the camera?

The look on his face, Harvey...

I don't know, I can't describe it.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

God...

Guy gets stabbed; I thought we'd have at least a week of peace. Hey, Cap!

How you doing? Did you get my flowers?

(panting) Captain, how you feeling?

Eh, five-by-five.

Damn doc would've had me in bed a week if I'd have let him.

Got something for you. Munis found a dead body down by the port, throat cut from ear to ear.

The vic's a career dirtbag, but the work's the same.

Uh, sir, if it's all the same, I'd like to stay on Galavan.

It isn't. Galavan's cooked, so you're back in the rotation. What?

I just feel like we're missing something, sir.

There's some piece of the puzzle that's gonna come back and bite us.

Just give me a few more days.

Answer's no.

Be pissed, but it's for your own good.

Oh, and, uh...

I'm sorry about Parks.

She deserved better.

Bullock: Yo, Jim!

Message from Father Mike.

That symbol is from something called the Order of St. Dumas.

They used to have an abbey downtown.

Barnes just told me to lay off of Galavan.

Oh. Well, then you probably don't care that the mayor's office tried to buy the abbey last week.

Galavan tried to buy it?

Yeah.

Some urban development nonsense. New owners said no.

It's a Chinese slap-slap joint now.

Hell with it. You got the address?

Yep. Let's go get lucky.

(knocking)

Your uncle made me an offer.

The name of my parents' k*ller in exchange for selling him my shares in Wayne Enterprises.

I said no.

But circumstances have changed.

You're going to sell?

No.

Then... Your uncle was arrested, and his assets are frozen.

Tell him I'll pay for his defense; in exchange, he gives me the name.

You're taking advantage of him. I have something he needs, he has something I need, that's all.

Do you believe what people are saying about him?

I don't care what people say.

My father was investigating Wayne Enterprises, then he and my mother were k*lled.

Last year, I investigated Wayne Enterprises, and someone tried to k*ll Alfred.

Either I find out who k*lled my parents and stop whatever's happening in my company, or I'm dead.

I need that name.

The grand jury hearing is today.

He's going to be cleared.

What if he's not? What then?

Silver, get him to tell you the name, and I will make sure he has the best defense money can buy, I promise.

You think he's guilty.

Why would you believe anything he says?

Because it would come from you.

If you bring me the name, I'll know it's real.

(whispering)

Do you mean that?

I'll call you after I talk to him.

(bell tolling in distance)

Still got to get the name.

I will. I'm late for school.

(crow cawing in distance)

Not yet.

You sure about this?

Doesn't look much like a massage parlor.

Maybe there's another entrance.

(women screaming)

Gordon: Get these girls out of here.

Come on, come on. Come on.

GCPD!

(weak groaning)

Sir?

(sighs)

(grunting)

(bones cr*ck)

(grunts)

(panting)

Stop!

Drop the Kn*fe.

The day of reckoning is at hand, and the blood of nine shall wash away the sin.

Uh-huh. Who are you?

What's your connection to Galavan?

And Gotham shall be cleansed.

Hey.

(truck horn blaring)

Hey!

Gordon: The girls at the parlor say they saw at least six monks.

Uh-huh.

They have to be a part of this same order of St. Dumas.

Bullock's contact says they're penitents.

Yeah, I forgot my dictionary in my purse.

They believed in purification through pain.

Blood.

They were big in the old days in Gotham.

Then about a hundred years ago, vanished.

It was their crest we found in Galavan's penthouse.

And now they're back and they're pissed off that their home is a high-end rub-and-tug joint.

Fine.

Gather what you have and give it to Alvarez.

Captain, these monks could be the key to whatever Galavan is planning.

As I recall, Detective, I already gave you a case.

And I expressly told you to move away from Galavan.

The dead guy at the ports...

He att*cked a woman across town yesterday.

In her statement, she said her attacker was pulled off by a man dressed like a monk.

Does the universe normally like you this much, Detective?

First time.

All right, say they're the same monks.

Why would they k*ll a bunch of bankers and some... nobody street thug?

The monk said, "The blood of the nine shall wash away the sin."

It's obviously some sort of ritual.

And if Galavan is connected, what does he stand to gain? I don't know.

We have to find a monk and get him to talk.

Well, considering what this last one did, that might not be so easy.

Captain, it's no coincidence that this is happening just as Galavan's about to stand trial.

Whatever it is, it's going down today.

"The blood of the nine."

Five are already dead.

Okay.

But I still want you at the grand jury to hear James' testimony.

And, Gordon, whatever this is, stop it.

(school bell rings, phone line beeps)

Silver (recorded): Bruce, it's Silver.

I just saw my uncle.

He agreed to your deal. Everything you asked.

He... he told me the name, Bruce.

Meet me across the way after school.

(line beeps)

(tires screech)

(muffled sobbing)

Man: Shh.

Don't scream. Don't run.

Just get in.

Or we k*ll the girl.

(muffled shout)

Man: Go.

The scar tissue's old.

See how the wounds wrap over his shoulder?

It was definitely self-inflicted.

I stabbed him, he didn't flinch.

And there are thick scars on the palms.

He cut himself there repeatedly.

Father Mike said the leaders cut themselves and then mark the followers with the blood, like a blessing.

Charming.

Dug up two more bodies from the past three days.

Career hoods.

k*lled somewhere, then dumped... Both their throats cut.

Gordon: Seven down, two to go.

It's weird.

How has nobody seen these monks till now?

A, they're k*lling people and carrying them across town, and B, they're monks.

The woman who was att*cked yesterday, she said the monk vanished with the attacker, but... that alley was a dead end.

The sewers.

Oh, no.

(rats squeaking)

So, the monk drags the woman's attacker into the alley above us.

Next thing, he's food for seagulls.

Ports are this way.

Again?

Did you try jiggling the handle?

Well, what did you put down it?

Dr. Thompkins, can I help you?

Hi, Ed. This is the autopsy on the dead monk.

Jim wants you to run toxicology.

Fascinating.

The need to inflict that kind of pain on oneself.

Is there anything else?

No.

Yes.

Was that Kristen you were just talking to?

What? Oh, sorry. It sounded like you were talking to somebody in your apartment, and who besides...

I was talking to my plumber.

Oh.

Well, have you heard from Kristen?

I know she said she was sick. I was thinking of stopping by...

As it happens, she's not sick.

She lied. To all of us.

I just found out, Miss Kringle left town with Officer Dougherty.

She left Gotham with Dougherty?

Mm-hmm.

But he was abusive.

(chuckles softly) Love.

Wow. I-I'm... I'm stunned.

(phone vibrating, ringtone playing)

♪ Who's sorry now? ♪

Do you need to get that?

No. I don't think so.

♪ Whose heart... ♪

(phone continues vibrating)

(sobbing)

Oh, Ed... you must be devastated.

Right now, I'm just trying to focus on the job.

Well, let me know if you ever want to talk.

Thank you. That means a lot.

(phone vibrating, ringtone playing)

♪ Who's sorry now? ♪

Yes?

Oswald: Where is the spicy mustard?

You better not have finished...

Ah. Never mind.

(line clicks)

(wood creaking)

(quiet sobbing)

Silver, are you okay? What happened?

(door creaking)

(man sighs loudly)

You have one chance. You let us go...

(sobbing)

You talk... when I tell you to.

Understand?

Now... so you know, we are outside of the city, and there is absolutely no one to hear you scream, except me.

You work for the people inside Wayne Enterprises.

Whoever's paying you...

(grunts)

Again... you talk when I tell you to.

Now, my employers have heard that you are thinking of selling your company shares to the uncle of this one?

That's not good.

But not why we're here.

The issue is: someone's been nosing into the deaths... of Thomas... and poor Martha Wayne.

And I wonder who.

Mmm.

Kidding.

We know it was blondie's uncle.

So...

I've been tasked to find out what dear old uncle told little Bruce Wayne.

Nothing.

Galavan didn't tell me anything.

You think that I won't hurt you because you're a kid?

Or because you're you?

How'd that work out for your mummy and daddy?

There are billions at stake here.

And that's with a B.

Do what you want to me.

I don't know anything.

Okay, so we start with Goldilocks.

You touch her, and I swear...

Yeah?

I've been threatened by the best, kid, and you... not exactly terrifying.

Now, let me tell you how this is going to go.

(blade clinks)

In a minute, I'm gonna take one of you into the back and start cutting off your fingers.

(sobs softly)

And you're gonna talk.

I've been doing this a very, very long time, and everyone talks.

(sobs)

So... unless you're really into wearing mittens, this is your last chance.

What does Theo Galavan know?

Okey-dokey.

Let's go.

No, no, no, no, no!

Bruce: No, wait, stop!

Stop, stop, stop!

No!

Silver, you have to tell him.

I'll hold my side of the deal, I promise. Please.

Please. I promise.

But my uncle didn't tell me anything.

But you left me a message.

I was supposed to keep you busy till this evening.

He's sure he's going to be freed.

Then he'll convince you to sell your company.

(gasps)

I'm sorry, Bruce.

I don't know anything.

Really?

I don't!

That's a pity.

No.

No!

Kid.

No! Please.

Kid.

You really need better taste in women.

No!

(screaming)

(screaming) Stop! Bruce!

No!

Bullock: Just when you think Gotham's shown her last jewel, she reveals herself like a flower.

You're mixing metaphors.

I'm in a freakin' sewer.

(indistinct, distant shouting)

You hear something?

A voice.

(man screams in distance)

I know this bum.

Muscle for hire.

Check out the finger painting on the forehead.

Victim at the port had the same thing.

Like a blessing.

Whoever did this can't be too far away.

We should...

Harvey!

(grunting)

Oh, no, no, no, no, no...

Please, please, don't. Hold.

He needs an ambulance.

Boo-hoo. We got to wake him up, make him talk.

Religious fanatic who doesn't feel pain? What's our angle?

These nut-jobs have k*lled eight people. Whatever their plan is, whatever Galavan's up to, it is happening now.

We make him talk.

What are we gonna do, t*rture him?

thr*aten to let him die? He wouldn't care.

There's no signal down here.

I'll call in, but I got to go up.

Thank you.

God!

(weakly): The day... of reckoning.

The day... of reckoning, brother.

Bruce?

(door opens)

(man whoops)

Well, if nothing else, today has given me a newfound respect for boy billionaires.

Kid's tougher than he looks.

Didn't know a damn thing.

Did you k*ll him?

No, not yet.

But the rest is kind of up to you.

I told you... my uncle didn't tell me anything.

Are you gonna stick to that story?

It's the truth.

Bruce, I'm sorry! I don't know anything!

You know what?

I don't like you.

The Wayne kid...

He's got some sap in him.

But you...

You know when you meet someone, and you just don't click?

That's the way I feel about you.

That's why this is gonna be so much easier.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna make sure that you are telling the truth.

Touch me, and my uncle will have you gutted.

Every person you love will die screaming.

I've had enough of this.

Let me go. Now!

Well, hello!

Nice to meet ya!

I knew there was someone hiding in there.

Are you deaf as well as ugly?

I said... let me go!

I heard you, princess.

What are you doing?

(Kn*fe slices)

Stop!

Malone! It's Malone!

What's that? Malone. That's the name.

The man who k*lled Bruce Wayne's parents.

So your uncle did tell you.

Not today. Before.

When he first found out.

Malone's a very common name.

His first name begins with "M."

That's all I know.

Mm...

Stop!

You know what?

I believe you.

(shouting): Are we good?

Yes.

We're good.

Hey.

Remember me?

The gutter trash?

Bruce... what's happening?

What does it look like, dummy?

We tricked you.

Though, if it was up to me, you would've lost a few fingers.

Going soft, Tom?

Cat.

Bruce: Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Wayne.

Pleasure doing business. Sorry about the slaps.

Now are you two gonna be okay with this one, or would you like me to, uh...?

(Kn*fe scrapes)

Selina: Nah.

We're cool.

Mr. Wayne. Boys.

(whistles)

You're probably very confused right now.

Probably have a million questions going through your head.

Bruce, please...

Be quiet! I trusted you, Silver.

Even after your uncle was arrested, I still believed you were my friend.

It was finally Selina who convinced me otherwise.

I never bought your stupid act.

Bruce: She broke into your apartment, found the file you had on me.

It was clear that you'd been sent to push me to sell my company, that your entire family was corrupt, but I still had to find out what your uncle knew about my parents' m*rder.

Now I do.

Thank you.

Bruce! Wait.

That name wasn't real.

It was just something I made up to stop him.

Selina: That's funny.

You only made it up when you were under the Kn*fe, not when Bruce was getting tortured.

(chuckles)

You little bitch, I'll...

Please.

Try it.

You're right about my uncle.

He's everything everyone says.

Worse.

When he finds out what I told you, he'll k*ll me.

You pretended to be my friend.

Good-bye, Silver.

Bruce.

The things you told me today.

I believed you.

Yes. That was the point.

Silver: Bruce, you can't do this.

It isn't you.

That's what you think.

But you're wrong.

Bruce...

(door opens)

Bruce!

Bruce!

The ambulance is...

Drink... brother.

(monk coughs)

Can't... see.

You're hurt.

Lie still.

The police?

Dead. We got here just in time.

The blood of the nine...

Both: Shall wash away the sin.

Monk: I fulfilled my task, brother.

All that remains is the son.

Yes. The son.

Monk: Give me your blessing, brother.

Please.

(sighs)

The Son of Gotham shall die, and the city shall be cleansed.

Woman: Detective, where is the...?

What?

(blindfold rips)

(panting rapidly) Who are you?!

GCPD. You're under arrest.

Take him to the hospital, see if you can get anything from him.

I got to see Barnes.

Alfred: Bruce?

Bruce, you in here?

Master Bruce?

Master B, you here?

You're trespassing.

I'm looking for Bruce Wayne.

Now, he's not answering his phone.

He's not home, he's not at school.

My guess, he's with that snotty little niece of yours.

Sorry.

Now, I suggest you leave while you still can.

I see you're a bit of a player, are you?

As it were then, Tabby.

Big bad Galavan barks the orders, and you scamper around, bringing home dead rabbits, so you might get a little pat on the head? I wonder what he'd do if I just disappeared you.

Honestly, I don't think he'd care.

If I learn anything has happened to that little boy, we'll find out, won't we?

(both grunting)

(shouts)

Stop it!

(panting)

For the record, I was telling the truth.

I have no idea where Bruce Wayne is.

But I'll tell him you were asking.

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

(thumping)

(groaning softly)

(grunts)

(engine revving)

(gavel banging)

Woman: Mr. Dent, your witness.

So, Mayor James...

Excuse me, Mr. Dent.

I think you mean former mayor.

I'm just a citizen of Gotham... here to tell the truth.

Mr. James... if you could begin by telling us where you spent the month of October this year.

(quietly): Where the hell have you been?

Bullock and I captured one of the monks.

I was right.

They're completing some sort of ritual to cleanse the city of sin.

They have one victim left.

They're calling him the Son of Gotham.

Did they say anything about Galavan?

James: I was not kidnapped by Theo Galavan.

They didn't, did they?

(gallery gasping, murmuring)

Quiet!

Mr. James, please repeat what you said.

Theo Galavan did not kidnap me.

Your Honor, the witness has suffered...

Please explain yourself, sir.

Why did you lie? Who held you c*ptive?

Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin.

He hates Theo Galavan.

He tried to k*ll him multiple times.

He told me what to say.

He threatened me with terrible things.

He's lying!

Barnes: Gordon! Gordon!

Judge: Detective Gordon, silence!

Gordon!

Man: Your Honor, I move my client be released at once.

Your Honor, the State requests a recess to further...

Quiet. Mr. James, you do realize you are under oath?

Oswald Cobblepot... tortured me, put my head in a box.

He made me lie.

I'm so very, very sorry.

Judge: In light of Mr. James' testimony and the complete absence of any other evidence provided by the State, I hereby order Theo Galavan released and the case against him dismissed.

Your Honor!

No, Jim.

There's nothing we can do.

Your Honor, may I say a few words?

I think that's only fair.

I'd just like to state that...

I harbor no ill will toward Detective Gordon and the GCPD.

They did their jobs.

They're still my heroes.

What do you say, Detective Gordon?

Can we move forward together to fix this broken, beautiful city?

(clamoring)

You son of a bitch! You're a son of a bitch!

I'm gonna get you!

I'm gonna get you!

Judge: Get him out of here!

Ah, come on, get your hands off of me!

Relax. We're not arresting you.

(Taser crackles, Gordon groans)

Alfred?

He's probably out looking for me.

Thank you, Selina.

I couldn't have done this without you.

I was just glad to see the two-faced bitch get served.

What are you gonna do now?

You gonna tell the cops or look for this Malone guy yourself?

Honestly, I haven't thought that far ahead.

So, when you whispered to her b-before she went to her uncle, what did you say?

You want to know what I said.

Hey, if you don't want to tell me, then I can leave.

I told her I've never met anyone like her.

I told her I trusted her with my life.

And that...

I felt tied to her in a way that I... couldn't explain, but wouldn't change.

Ever.

The best liars always tell the truth.

That was true?

Yes.

Just not about her.

(chuckles softly) Um...

I'm...

I'm gonna steal one of your cars to... take to the city. Cool?

Sure.

It's good you're changing.

Just... don't change too much.

(window opens, closes)

Why did you keep her glasses to begin with?

I told y...

I loved Miss Kringle.

Just get rid of them.

Dr. Thompkins is suspicious.

(phone beeps)

Amateurs.

(pounding on door)

Gabe, when I gave you this address, I was not inviting pop-ins.

Galavan's been let go.

(glasses crackling)

Where is he?

(ship horn blows in distance)

(groans)

Theo: My, my.

What a difference a day brings.

Here, you're the prisoner and I'm free.

Fortune's wheel.

Turn, turn.

These cops?

Good men who can tell which way the wind's blowing.

Now, we have a very small window.

I have places to be, you have to die, but I know you must have questions, so...

The monks.

They... work for you?

For centuries, the Order of St. Dumas has protected my family.

They have been a light in a dark world.

Shall I tell you a secret?

Theo Galavan is a mask.

My name is Dumas, and my family built this city out of nothing.

But we were betrayed, driven out, erased.

So that's all this is about?

Revenge?

No.

This is about atonement.

The ground that Gotham is built on is poisoned by the wrongs done to my forefathers.

I will change that.

By k*lling nine random people?

You're insane.

(laughs)

I can see why you'd think so.

Ritual blood sacrifices, bunch of guys in robes (laughs): chanting prophesies.

It's a bit too...

But belief itself... That's what matters, Detective.

Belief gives strength, purpose.

And not all the victims are random.

The Son of Gotham.

Good-bye, James.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Ah, what the hell.

I have a few minutes.

Cut him loose.

(chuckles)

All right, Jim, give it your best sh*t.

Save Gotham.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(groans)

(groans)

(shouts)

(panting)

(sniffles, sighs)

k*ll him.

Don't make it quick.

(footsteps approaching)

Alfred? Is that you?

(door opens) You won't believe what I learned...

Sorry.

Not Alfred.

(grunting)

(g*nshots)

(Gordon groaning)

(grunts)

Hello, Jim.

Lucky for you, Gabe had people following Galavan.

Now... where is he?

Where's Galavan?!

Tell me!

Where is Galavan?!

(grunting)

(yells)

You've shown mettle and ingenuity, my boy.

But that's all done with.

What do you want?

Why, your life, of course.