Previously on "Gotham Knights"...
Beware the Court of Owls...
3 days before he was murdered, Bruce Wayne
made an appointment to alter his last will and testament.
That watches all the time.
They think I killed my dad
because I wanted his money?
The night he was killed, this was found on your father.
Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch...
behind granite and lime.
Court of Owls were hunting the Wayne family for over 100 years,
starting with his great-great-grandfather Alan Wayne.
Maybe looking through his cold case
will help us prove they killed my dad.
They watch you at your hearth.
Every scrap of paper the GCPD has on Alan Wayne's death--
autopsy reports, eyewitness statements, all of it.
They watch you in your bed.
The Court killed my dad,
and now they're trying to kill me.
Speak not a whispered word of them
or they'll send the Talon for your head.
Oh, God.
Please. Please. They're everywhere.
Please. They're coming for all of us.
Aah!
Ah!
Sir.
Sir, calm down.
Can't you see 'em? They're over there.
See what? Nothing there.
Hey! Get down!
Put the gun down.
It's OK.
It's too late. They're already here.
Liberated this from the teachers' lounge.
"Congratulations Cathy."
Hey. I'm sorry.
I couldn't find one that said,
"Good luck trying to solve Bruce Wayne's murder
"by investigating the alleged killing
of his great-great-grandfather."
Slice, anyone? Slice? No?
All right.
Uh, you do realize
the Talon almost killed you with that thing, right?
Yeah. Now I'm repurposing it for good, so...
OK.
I've been through this hundred-year-old police report
a thousand times, and there's nothing in here that
even remotely suggests Alan Wayne could've been murdered.
All it does is confirm
what the newspapers already reported.
"The renowned architect died by accidental drowning
"upon falling into a sewer
following a sudden bout of dementia."
Beep beep! Coming through.
You find anything interesting?
Maybe. Maybe it's nothing.
See those marks on Alan Wayne's body?
It's weird, right?
Yeah. They mentioned those cuts in the report,
but they said that it had nothing to do with the cause of death.
Yeah, I'm--I'm not a medical examiner,
but I'm pretty sure falling down a sewer
doesn't cause marks like that.
But these marks don't prove anything,
and if Alan Wayne's death was an accident,
it means he wasn't killed by the Court of Owls.
Which means this can't help us
solve my dad's murder or clear our names,
so this is all a dead end.
You seem tired.
I am tired.
I'm tired of living in a stupid belfry.
I'm tired of showering in a dirty locker room.
I'm tired of worrying about whether I'm gonna
end up dead or in prison...
and I'm tired of losing everybody that ever gave a damn about me.
And I'm tired of your constant bitching.
I just wanna go home.
I want my life back.
I found something.
Hold onto your asses, guys,
because this is gonna change the game. Yes...
Ladies and gentlemen...
Bat-Brat was a member
of the Never Get Laid Brigade.
No, no. Let me see that.
So embarrassing.
Guys?
What?
Gotham is once again in mourning
as Mayor Hamilton Hill is laid to rest
after his shocking murder.
For a city that seems to be running out of heroes,
it hasn't forgotten DA Harvey Dent's
heroic takedown of the Mutant Gang
during the terrifying hostage situation
of the Founders' Gala.
Dent remains the frontrunner in the race
to elect Gotham's new mayor.
However, a new candidate
has thrown his hat in the ring--
industrialist Lincoln March.
Well, if Harvey Dent
is as committed to fixing this city
as he claims to be,
then why has he allowed
Bruce Wayne's killers to remain at large?
Now, is that really what Gotham City needs?
Just another two-faced politician?
Ohh. Ahh.
There you are. I've been looking for you everywhere.
Ahh. Thank you.
Same clothes as yesterday. Interesting night?
You may want to freshen up before you head to the briefing.
What time is that?
5 minutes ago.
What is it?
It's not my key.
Guess you did have an interesting night.
Stop it.
And now you're 6 minutes late.
-Mm-hmm. -Mm-hmm.
Well, if you're looking for a connection between
the Court of Owls and Alan Wayne's death,
I think X marks the spot.
Oh, Little Miss Wire Cutter's got jokes.
Should get you an open mic night at the Iceberg Lounge.
Hopefully, you won't bomb.
A lot of words to say thank you.
Maybe this is some signature weapon
that's been passed from assassin to assassin for decades,
and if it was used on us and Alan Wayne,
then maybe it was used on others?
Is that crazy?
In his journals, my dad said that he suspected the Court
had been responsible for decades worth of murders.
I kinda wonder if there are more accidentally dead bodies
with strange scars out there.
We'd have to access
all of the GCPD autopsy records to find out.
It's gonna take me a lot of trips.
No.
Just one.
It's called a rubber ducky.
It'll give us remote access.
A little juice of the bean for the sarge.
You're learning, rook. What can I do you for?
Just returning this to Records.
Well, get to it, son.
Uh!
Mr. Dent.
Harvey's there?
I--I'm so sorry.
Me and the boys appreciate everything
that you're doing for the city.
You've got my vote.
You all stay safe out there.
We'll try.
Nice save.
Heading to the server room.
Which is more like a server closet.
OK, pop the rubber ducky into the main server.
The program will self-initiate download.
Got remote access. We're in.
And I'm out.
OK. Searching for...
accidental deaths or suicides.
Cross-referencing with anomalous cross-like scars.
This may take a minute.
Or not.
Whoa.
Looks like Dad was right.
These cases span decades
and multiple jurisdictions.
Which is why nobody noticed the pattern until now.
So, the Court has been killing people for over 100 years,
making them look like accidents or suicides?
This is gonna take us days to go through.
Well, when was the last body found?
Two weeks ago.
You're kidding. That's the same day I was arrested.
A lawyer shot himself in Robinson Park.
"Witnesses say he was suffering
"from paranoid delusions
or some form of psychotic break."
Sound familiar?
Yeah. So does the name.
Pericles Jones.
He was one of my dad's lawyers,
one of the ones he trusted the most.
Why would the Court target him?
Maybe he knew too much.
Which means we gotta find out what he knew.
You want to break into that lawyer's house?
Yeah. You think you can give me
a crash course in lock picking?
Ooh, look at you, thinking like
a criminal. It's so cute.
What do you think you're gonna find?
Maybe nothing.
Maybe something that'll point us toward the Court
and why they wanted him dead.
Anyway, gotta follow all leads.
I'm coming with you.
I've gotten you in enough trouble already.
Maybe see what you can find out about
our mystery knife-- where it came from?
I can stay and do that.
In that case, I'm team breaking and entering.
Easier for me to pick the lock than teach you how.
I'll help you with that knife.
Where do we start?
By asking an expert in the sharp and pointy.
Ohh. Rich people can always afford the toughest locks.
Be glad I came along instead of your girlfriend.
She's not my girlfriend.
Hmm. You have better taste than I thought.
OK, what is it you have against Stephanie?
She's risking a lot to help us.
Your not-girlfriend just about got me killed
while she was busy cosplaying rebel.
You sure that's the reason?
What are you, my therapist?
Look, it just seems like you two are a lot alike.
You're both literal geniuses,
incredibly stubborn.
And if I just had a celebrity dad
and a multimillion-dollar trust fund,
we could be twinsies.
Another yearbook?
Hmm. Guess you could say that.
A yearbook for serial killers.
Superlatives include
best strangling technique...
most limbs hacked off. And that's not all.
Let me see. Oh. Felix Harmon.
He was a famous knife thrower
in Haly's Circus in the early 1900s.
You know, where they-- they spin the woman upside down
and then they throw knives blindfolded and try not to hit her.
Well, Felix was the best.
Never stabbed a woman. Not once.
Well, at least not during work hours.
You see, Felix was also known as
the Butcher of Gotham,
a serial killer, who terrorized
the gaslit streets of Gotham
by dismembering his victims bit by bit,
right down to cutting out
their little, pink tongues.
Guess you could say his weapon of choice
allowed him to mix business with pleasure.
Those look exactly like the knives the Talon used.
Yes. Thank you.
See, I knew I'd seen this knife before,
and then I remembered where.
My dad told me about this book.
Pretty sure he just wanted me to read the parts about him,
but, uh, I was always drawn to dear old Felix.
So, what happened to dear old Felix?
Oh. Caught and executed in the city square.
Always did love an audience.
OK, so, how did the Talon
get ahold of knives belonging to a serial killer
who's been dead for almost 100 years?
This says Felix Harmon had a daughter.
Hmm. She must be part Galapagos turtle,
because she is still alive.
Goes by Eunice Monroe now.
Wait. She changed Harmon but stuck with Eunice?
Yup. Currently resides at
the Robinson Park Nursing Home.
Hmm.
Well. I wonder if the old biddy knows
how Daddy's cutlery made it
into the hands of the Talon.
Looks like someone had a similar idea.
I think we were planning on being a little more subtle.
Turn around slowly,
or I'll paint the walls with your insides.
Wait.
You're Bruce Wayne's kid.
What the hell are you doing in my father's house?
Looking for answers. You gotta believe me.
I don't think your dad chose to kill himself.
No kidding.
Suddenly goes insane?
Trashes this place?
Your dad did this?
Right before somebody made him want
to blow his brains out in broad daylight.
I think whoever killed my father
was responsible for your dad's death, too.
And who would that be?
The Court of Owls.
So, you know about them?
No.
Clearly, my dad did.
Evening, Commissioner.
Anything new on the mayor's death?
Well, the "Gazette" has a source who says
the bomb found in Mayor Hill's limo,
same type the Mutants threatened to set off at the gala.
So, what's your best guess here?
Mutant Gang could've used the gala
as a distraction to plant a bomb in the mayor's car.
And why do you not look convinced?
Close the door.
They found this in the mayor's limo.
It's the same type of coin that was found on Bruce Wayne's body.
Hmm.
You think the murders are connected?
Could be. Could be the Mutant Gang
trying to copycat.
What do you know about the Court of Owls?
Should I check under my bed
for monsters before I answer that?
Come on. I'm serious.
It's an old-timey nursery rhyme.
Don't hear it much anymore.
Every once in a while, some perp
will try to use it as a catch-all excuse.
"Wasn't me. The Court of Owls did it."
Yeah, but how many of them
leave coins like these behind?
Do you have any idea why the Court
would want to kill your dad?
Can't help but think that it has
something to do with the fact that two days before
Bruce Wayne was murdered,
he came here...
to meet with my dad in secret.
Do you know what for?
To change his will.
They worked on it all day.
The police told me he was planning on changing his will,
but he died before he could.
That's not true. My dad tried to tell that to the police,
even called the lead detective.
Ford?
Yeah. That's the guy.
My dad told him that it wasn't true
that your father was planning
to cut you out of his will.
Then hours later, my dad starts acting crazy,
ranting, raving, tearing the place apart.
And not long after--
he was dead.
Do you know what changes they did make to the will?
No. Your father took the only copy.
But as he was leaving, I heard my dad tell him
that what he was doing
was gonna change everything,
and that he was about to become
the greatest man in the history of Gotham.
I think whatever was in that will
got both our fathers killed.
Their entire argument is that my dad
was gonna cut me out of his will,
which, apparently, is why I hired you guys to kill him.
But if we can get our hands on that will,
it'll prove he didn't cut me out.
Then there's no motive. Their case against us starts to fall apart.
There must be a copy of it somewhere.
There's only the original,
and, apparently, my dad took that with him.
Well, what would he do with it?
I don't know, but I do know someone who might.
Cressida.
She was my dad's attaché.
What makes you think she's not gonna call the cops?
She's the closest thing to family I have left.
When I was 12, my dad was away on business,
and I thought it would be a good idea
to take out his favorite vintage car for a joyride.
It wasn't. Banged it up pretty good,
and I knew I'd be dead meat,
but when my dad got home, instead of telling him what really happened,
Cressida took the blame.
I'll never forget that.
She's always looked out for me.
Still, it's a risk.
I know, which is why I'm going alone.
Are we any closer to figuring out how the Talon ended up
with knives belonging to a long-dead serial killer?
That is what I'm going to ask
Felix Harmon's daughter.
Nursing home visiting hours start in about 15 minutes.
And I'm going with her.
Nice wig.
What? You know, Eunice and I
happen to have a lot in common, OK?
Both daughters of serial killers.
I'm sure we're gonna have a lot to talk about.
I'll be doing all the talking.
Thank you.
Hi. We're here to see Eunice Monroe.
We're from Gotham Academy doing community service.
You know, reading to old people.
Sign in. Down the hall,
second door to the right.
Thanks.
Harvey.
Lincoln.
Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you.
What is it? Your internal polling
come back less than you'd hoped?
This isn't about the election.
I, uh... I need your help.
What is it?
Is it true that Bruce Wayne and Mayor Hill
both received antique coins before they were killed?
Where'd you hear that?
You're not the only one with an in at the GCPD, Harvey.
I can't discuss an ongoing case.
You know that.
Look, I'm not asking for the gossip.
I'm asking because...
because I got one, too.
I just need to know.
Am I in danger?
Mrs. Monroe?
It's, uh, Miss Monroe. Heh heh heh.
I never married.
But, please, call me Eunice.
We're doing a project for school,
and we were hoping you could tell us
what it was like growing up in old Gotham.
Heh. Oh, there's so much to tell.
You must have so many interesting stories.
Oh, honestly,
I wouldn't know where to begin.
Uh, well, we could start with what it was like
having your pops be the Butcher of Gotham.
You know, we don't have a lot of time here,
and, frankly, I don't think she does, either, so--
We're not supposed to talk about that.
It's a secret.
Well, we love secrets.
And we know just how to keep them.
What do you want to know about Papa?
Here's what I don't get.
All of the Talon's victims had sudden bouts of dementia or insanity
with no prior history just before they died.
So either being attacked by the Talon
is so scary that it literally drives you wackadoo--
I'm not gonna lie. He is a big ol' pile of scary.
Or...
the Talon's knives are laced with some kind of toxin,
a hallucinogenic maybe.
None of the cuts were deep enough to kill,
but maybe he dipped them in something
that made his victims lose their minds.
I buy it.
It--my dad's an alcoholic.
When he drank, he just became a different person.
I mean, he wasn't great to begin with, but...
add alcohol and he was screaming and smashing everything.
But when he sobered up--
All apologetic,
promises it'll never happen again,
buys you stuff to make up for it.
You know, we should check if the autopsies showed
any strange chemicals or drugs in their systems.
As a child, my father was always traveling
with the circus.
Ohh.
I loved the beautiful costumes, the spectacle,
but I especially loved the music.
Heh. I so rarely saw Papa,
but he knows how much I loved the music.
He never forgets.
And even though he was traveling with his act,
he managed to watch over me.
Hmm.
He still does.
And he sends me these music boxes
to add to my collection.
Sends?
Yes.
This one's my favorite.
Of course, I always like the newest ones best.
Did your dad give away other things of his?
Like, I don't know, say, his knives?
Excuse me?
You know, the ones he--
carved people up with.
I mean, Butcher of Gotham and all.
'Cause there is actually somebody out there right now
doing very bad things with them.
Such a crude name.
Papa never butchered anyone
despite what the papers said.
You... I'm a little chilly.
Can we get my blanket?
Yes. Of course.
Papa was always so precise.
He used to dissect his prey
with the skill of the finest surgeon
in all of Gotham.
Hmm.
Let me tell you another secret.
Papa didn't cut their tongues out
to keep the bystanders from hearing their screams.
That's absurd.
I mean, you can scream perfectly well without a tongue.
No. It was their insipid pleas
to spare their lives he couldn't tolerate.
His victims got what they deserved...
just like you.
Papa will be quite displeased with you
for tricking me into saying things I shouldn't.
Beware the Court of Owls,
that watches all the time.
Ruling Gotham from their shadowed perch
behind granite and lime.
They watch you at your hearth. They watch you at your bed.
Speak not a whispered word of them,
or they'll send the Talon for your head!
Turner.
Oh, my God.
Turner, how did you get in here?
I've been sneaking in and out of here since I was 9.
I've missed this place.
Are you all right?
As all right as someone wanted for murder can be.
Do you have any idea how worried I've been?
Why didn't you come to me sooner?
I didn't want to drag you into this.
And...
well, I thought maybe
you believed what they said about me was true.
Turner.
I know you.
You loved your father.
I know you'd never do anything to hurt him.
Thank you.
For what?
Believing in me.
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.
Good, because...
I think I know a way
that you can help me prove I'm innocent.
Whatever you need. You're home now.
I'm not seeing any hallucinogenics coming from these autopsies,
but a lot of them have trace amounts of an unknown substance.
What does that mean?
It means the body metabolized some kind of drug,
breaking it down, so we can't know what it is.
Certain drugs, like opiates, break down really quickly,
so after a while, they won't even show up on a drug test.
I watch a lot of true crime.
It's OK. You don't have to do that.
What?
Make excuses.
I mean, I know what it's like.
I actually do love true crime.
And my mom's an addict.
Pills, mostly.
That's why you're working on this so late with me?
You don't want to go home?
Not until she's passed out.
Nobody knows...
not even Turner.
I'm not saying anything.
But, you know, if you ever do need someone to talk to about anything,
I...
I'm literally not going anywhere, so...
Checking out item 4926-81.
OK.
Uh, item 4926-81?
It's an Athenian coin
connected with the Bruce Wayne case.
Sorry. Do you mean checking back in?
You already checked it out.
What do you mean?
Um...
right there.
You already signed it out.
That doesn't make any sense.
No. I'm telling you, she had that crazy old woman strength.
- That's not a thing. - Oh, it's a thing.
This can't be a coincidence.
Eunice Monroe associated with the Court of Owls?
Mm-hmm. She was off her rocker, man.
She kept insisting that her dearly departed daddy
was still sending her little presents.
So the Court is having someone bring her trinkets
to make her think her dad is still alive?
Why would they do that?
I don't know why,
but I think I know who.
Cressida Clarke.
So your father did change his will?
In secret.
And he didn't make any copies, just the original,
which I think he brought back here.
Do you have any idea where he might have put it?
There are a few places I could check.
I won't be a moment.
Hey.
Turner, you need to get out of there right now.
What? Wh-- what do you mean?
Cressida is one of them. She's working with the Court of Owls.
That's impossible.
Hang up the phone.
Turner?
I must say, your detective work
to this point has been impressive.
Your father would be proud.
I'm sorry it had to come to this.
The phone, if you please.
I trusted you.
So did my dad.
Have you been working for them the whole time?
Please.
I never meant for any of this to happen.
Did you do it?
Did you kill my father?
You have to understand,
one does not defy the Court.
They're too powerful. They'll kill me.
Not if I do it first.
Please, Turner, I did not kill him.
- You're lying. - I didn't.
I helped the Court...
by making his death possible.
How?
I slipped a toxin into his food,
a small amount at a time,
just enough to weaken him to dull his reflexes.
And then they sent the Talon.
You know the rest.
Why did they do it?
Gotham is their city.
Your father was a threat to that.
And what about me?
You were...
collateral damage.
Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right now.
I can't.
But please understand
I never meant to hurt you.
I always cared about you.
Everything about you has been a lie.
Do you expect me to believe that?
No, but it is true.
She's telling the truth.
Ms. Clarke has always spoken very highly of you.
In fact, she's quite vocally petitioned the Court
to spare your life.
And why is that?
We have misjudged you, Mr. Hayes.
You've proven to be quite formidable
as well as resilient,
qualities the Court holds in high regard.
Swear your loyalty to us,
and you will rise to such heights
that the pain and misery of this world
will be but a distant memory.
The charges against you will be dropped, your name cleared.
You will once again be a prince of Gotham
and so much more.
All we ask in return is your loyalty.
You killed my father. You destroyed my life.
You expect me to forget that
and just let you get away with it?
The Court will get away with it
no matter what you do or don't do.
How can I trust you to honor your word?
The fact that you're still breathing
is all the proof you need.
However, membership into this family
does not come without a price.
Right. Loyalty.
Tell us where we can find the 3 remaining fugitives.
You're asking me to betray them?
Do it.
It's the only way to save your life.
Then it's not a life worth saving.
How disappointing
but, sadly, expected.
If you're determined to die in the gutter you came from,
the Court will oblige you.
Uh!
Come on.
Which way now?
Follow me.
Get ready to run.
I've been replaying the last 10 years
over and over in my head.
Every kind word she ever said to me,
every homework assignment she helped me with...
every time she sat with me when my dad was working late...
every one of them was a lie.
'Cause all that time,
Cressida was plotting to murder my dad.
"The Owls are in the house."
It was a warning.
Alan Wayne said it
and Pericles Jones.
And it was true.
The Court was in my house...
and I was too blind to see it.
My dad, too...
because we trusted her.
We all did.
I'm not OK, Stephanie.
It's all right not to be.
I had it in my head I could go back to my old life...
that I could go home.
How could I be so wrong?
Because you're human.
Anybody would want that.
She was the last piece of family I had left, Steph.
I know.
But that doesn't mean you're alone.
You still have me
and you've got those weirdos downstairs, too.
Heh.
This is the part where you're supposed to make me feel better.
Hey, I'm working with what I got.
Are pizza empanadas different than calzones?
Why don't you ask your new friend?
Stephanie?
You know, she's pretty cool if you actually get to know her.
I don't want to get to know her.
Why not?
Because in another life, I would be her.
What?
I am just as smart and just as capable as her,
but she got born into a better Zip code
and has everything I ever wanted--
teachers who give a crap, fast track to MIT,
parents who didn't abandon her,
a life where she doesn't have to fight for every damn thing,
where you get judged for who you are and not where you are.
And every time I look at her,
I see what I could have been just staring back at me.
Harper.
Luckily for you, I know who you are,
all right, and it's pretty amazing.
And the person you're gonna be...
off the frickin' charts.
Who Stephanie is isn't gonna change that.
Just so you know,
she doesn't exist to make you feel bad.
Her life definitely isn't perfect.
Yeah, right.
Get to know her.
Don't judge her the way others judge us.
OK?
Forensics finished up their analysis of the mayor's limo.
No fingerprints other than the mayor's,
no DNA.
I don't see any pry marks.
Do we know how the bomber got inside?
Well, according to the mayor's security detail,
there is a key unaccounted for.
If we find the key, that could lead us to the killer.
Soto.
It's the lab.
Mm-hmm.
What'd you find?
All right.
Did you steal from an old lady?
No. I stole from a crazy old lady.
And you know what, I deserve it
after what she put us through.
All my dad ever gave me was a bloody playing card.
I mean, her dad was a rampaging psycho,
and yet he managed to look after her.
She still got her yolk scrambled.
I'm glad you came along.
Now hand it over.
Seriously? You're gonna return it?
No. I have a better idea.
I'm gonna check it for prints.
OK, eliminating nursing home staff,
eliminating Eunice.
You'd think someone with "nice" in their name
wouldn't be so creepy.
Got a match.
Duela.
OK, last one.
It's only a partial print,
so it may not be enough for us to get a match.
The Butcher of Gotham was executed almost a hundred years ago.
How the hell is he the Talon?
Greg, move your head.