Turner: Previously on "Gotham Knights"...
We've been set up!
Turner: We're gonna find who really killed my dad.
Lincoln!
Chill: Maybe the Court finds you useful.
You'll find out soon enough.
Duela: You almost got kabobbed getting Daddy's diary.
Was it worth it?
You ever stop to think maybe you are, too?
Turner: The first thing my dad and I bonded over
was the fact that we both understood
how it felt to have your parents murdered.
I can't help thinking the most important pages
were the ones that were ripped out.
Court leader: The map has finally been found.
Soon, we will have Electrum.
Turner: Take the map. Meet back at the truck.
I can do this myself.
Turner: Err!
Turner hasn't made it back yet?
We don't even know where he is.
OK. Then we find him.
This is not just about my survival.
This is about Gotham's.
[Slice]
Leader: No. We have plans for this one.
Harvey: Why did I wake up with no memory
of how I got there?
I don't have any alibi.
[Sirens, helicopter flying]
Reporter: It was a grisly discovery here
at Robinson Park as the GCPD were called
to the scene early this morning after an unsuspecting jogger
out on her usual run came upon human remains.
OK. And this just in.
We've just received confirmation
the body found here at Robinson Park
has been identified as Cressida Clarke,
longtime attaché of the late Bruce Wayne.
The GCPD has released few details
surrounding Ms. Clarke's death,
but given the disturbing manner
in which her body was discovered
and her ties to Bruce Wayne, Gotham has to wonder--
are these two deaths connected?
Reporter, on radio: Police are canvassing neighborhoods
around Robinson Park in an effort to find
potential witnesses who may have seen or heard anything...
[Knock on door]
that could shed more light...
Aja, we have anything on the Clarke murder yet?
Just got the initial police report from Soto's office.
What are the headlines?
Time of death was about 6 hours before she was found.
Based on evidence at the scene,
it looks like the body was moved post-mortem,
and they're looking at Turner Hayes for this.
Turner? There's no way he did this.
She's got a hole clean through her.
GCPD likes the sword M.O.
but not as much as they like his DNA under his fingernails.
That doesn't mean he killed her.
Mr. Dent, all due respect,
I know you had a relationship with him,
but you always tell me you have to trust the evidence,
and the evidence points to Turner.
What I have to do is uncover the truth,
whatever that may be.
[Sighs]
How could you do that?
After all of the times that Turner risked his ass for you guys,
you just abandon him to the Court of Owls?
Duela: Hey, hey! I'm in the choir, blondie.
-Let's preach to these heathens. -If we'd have gone after him,
we'd all be dead, and there'd be
no one else left to save Turner.
Yeah! So you just saved yourselves.
Congratulations! Harper: Hey. Pointing
the finger is not gonna bring him back.
No, but it does show you who you can count on.
You don't get to lecture anyone about team spirit.
You left us for dead in Wayne Tower to go fence a watch.
Yeah, and Turner saved me anyway
because he would never leave one of us behind
the way that we just left him.
There's still time to save him, OK?
We all heard what the Court said.
They have plans for him.
Wait. What plans?
Duela: Well, I'm betting they don't include
asking for vocal tips from the former glee club president.
If their plans included a body bag,
they would have found him right alongside Cressida.
I'm more concerned with our plan.
-What plan? -The one we're gonna need
to go in and save Turner.
Cullen: Go in where? We have no idea
where they took him, and it's not like we know
when to pop by their next soiree
to celebrate stealing a painting!
Which is actually a map,
which just leads to nowhere.
Stephanie: What do you mean? Cullen: This map's supposed
to lead the Court to their last stash of Electrum,
but it's just a map of Old Gotham.
There's no X marks the spot,
nothing to indicate where it might be,
nothing.
Stephanie: Don't artists usually sign their work
in one of the lower corners of a piece?
Cullen: Yeah, they do. Why?
That's not where Alan Wayne initialed this map.
Look!
Huh. Yeah. That is weird.
I didn't even notice that.
Duela: OK. So Alan Wayne was an artistic noob?
Stephanie: Or he knew exactly what he was doing
and this is his version of X marks the spot.
OK. So we don't know where the Court is,
but we know what they're looking for, right?
Electrum. So if we could get there first, then--
We can leverage the Electrum to save Turner.
Carrie: I want to save Turner as much as you do,
but giving the Court exactly what they want
seems like maybe a bad idea.
What other choice do we have?
Wayne Manor.
Why am I here?
What do you want with me?
My answer hasn't changed.
I will never join you
or give up my friends.
You killed my dad,
so if you're gonna kill me, too,
you might as well just get it over with.
I don't want to kill you.
You.
Contrary to what you may believe...
I'm not your enemy.
Why would you show your face?
Because I believe you deserve to see the truth behind the mask.
And not just mine.
This will help.
Aah!
Ugh! Agh!
Bruce Wayne wasn't the man you think he was,
and deep down, I suspect you feel that.
Ergh!
Just been too afraid...
to look the truth...
in the eye.
[Breathing heavily]
[Clock ticking]
[Distorted voices]
[Bells chiming]
[Gears grinding]
[Bang]
Lincoln?
Lincoln, I know this isn't real.
I know you're watching.
Well, here I am. Come on.
Let's go. Let's do this.
Come on!
Just tell me what you want.
Lincoln?
Lincoln.
What the hell are you doing to me?
[Bats screeching]
[Wings flapping]
Ugh! Unh! Aah!
[Screech]
[Sounds stop]
Woman: Turner?
Man: Son?
Mom? Dad?
My baby!
My God, we've missed you, kid.
Man, on radio: When you're done there,
move the crew to the south side.
-You're good at math, right? -Impressively.
What are the chances that a geological study
is randomly occurring at this very moment in time
in the exact place we believe Alan Wayne hid the Electrum?
Well, if probability equals the number of favorable outcomes
divided by the number of total outcomes, I'd say zero.
Wait. Do you recognize that name?
Gotham Geo. That's a company
from the McKillen ledger.
One of the fronts the Court uses to wash their cash.
They beat us here.
Well, if they're digging for Electrum,
it doesn't look like they've found it yet.
There is one way to find out.
May I?
Hmm.
-I'm not really feeling it. -Wait. I'm sorry.
Are you using me as bait?
Way to set feminism back a few decades.
Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have a better idea?
Uh...
Fine. Allow me.
Desperate times, desperate measurements.
[Breathy voice] Hey there, Mr. Construction Worker
in your hard hat, h-how deep can you dig?
Uh, it's a distraction, not a seduction.
Why was I nominated to be the distraction?
Because you're...
very distracting.
Now go.
Excuse me, sir. Heh.
Hi. I'm sorry. I...think I'm lost.
Um, I was wondering if maybe you could help me.
Oh. Yeah. Sure thing. What you looking for?
Thank you. I was told there was a coffee cart in the vicinity. Is that--
Uh, what you want to do is take this path here
over to the next bend, and it's right over the hill.
Great. Just this way. Thank you so much. Thanks!
Man, no radio: Marty said he hit something. What was it?
Second man: Another bike frame. That makes 3 bikes,
2 dead raccoons, and a literal mountain of clay.
Man: Then keep digging.
Look. We're coming up on the 20th hour here.
Wouldn't it be easier if we knew
what were we looking for?
If they wanted us to know, they'd tell us.
Now dig. We're losing daylight.
[Static]
So how do we want to play this?
We could sneak onto the site after nightfall,
do our own dig.
Unless they get there first.
Any chance Cullen has work boots and a hard hat?
I'm sorry. Did you change your hair
and this general area?
Way to help the team brainstorm.
Cullen: Uh, guys, get over here.
What if they haven't found Electrum because
they're digging in the wrong spot?
These holes have been bugging me.
Look. They're way too clean to be wear and tear.
They're deliberate, some sort of pattern,
a pattern the Court couldn't see with the map in its frame,
but--but what if it's not a map with holes in it?
What if it's something else? What if...
what if the holes are the map?
Harper: What do you think, a constellation?
Duela: No.
What? We're really gonna group doubt a Sagittarius?
Carrie: Doesn't look like Morse code either.
What does it look like if you connect them?
Harper: It's starting to look like...
A skyline.
Carrie: If we line up the holes with the Gotham skyline,
then maybe we'll find the location of the Electrum.
Yeah, maybe, assuming this map was created
in this exact belfry, peering out of that exact window,
and we teleported back in time 100 years
to look out at Gotham's old skyline.
Cullen: Oh, my God. Ha!
You're brilliant! Duela: Really?
Because I just pitched time travel.
Yeah. Not you. Carrie.
Can I borrow your laptop real quick?
Stephanie: Sure.
Cullen: OK. So when the Court stole Alan Wayne's art collection,
they took a very famous painting of the old Gotham skyline.
Now what if...
Alan Wayne designed this map
with that painting?
Ohh!
You're right. I am brilliant.
Cullen: Ha!
Stephanie: So, Harper, what are the chances
that the Electrum is hidden
directly underneath that building?
All things considered...
I'd say 100%.
Ohh!
You've grown up so much.
Look at you. Practically a grown man.
We are so proud of you, Turner.
You're not real.
This isn't really happening.
It's whatever Lincoln put on the knife.
It's messing with me. Mr. Hayes: No, no, no.
Hey, Turn. Look at me, look at me.
We are real to you right now.
I want you to be.
You have no idea how much.
I know.
Hey. We know everything that you've been through.
Turner, we love you.
I love you, too.
I missed you so much.
The day you died, my whole world
got ripped out from under me.
Of course it did.
But Bruce gave you a whole new world,
gave you...everything we never could.
He gave me a lot of things. He could never bring you back.
That's not what I meant.
But he helped you forget about us,
helped you move on.
I never moved on, Mom.
I think what your mother's getting at is
if you were so deeply affected by our deaths,
then why didn't you look a little harder for our killer?
[Cell phone vibrating]
Dent. Man: Mr. Dent...
I have those results from the samples you sent over.
And?
Got a positive match
for Cressida Clarke.
How would you like this filed?
Sir? Hello?
File it as additional evidence found at the scene.
Thanks.
If you're watching this, it means that I'm behind bars
for the murders of Mayor Hill and Cressida Clarke,
and there's a good chance you can also prove
that I have been framing Turner Hayes for these crimes.
As district attorney,
my cases live and die based on evidence,
and I will be the first to admit that the evidence
against me is pretty damn convincing...
but I'm recording this to tell you that it is unequivocally wrong.
I'm innocent,
and the Harvey Dent that you know
is not a murderer.
[Wheels screeching]
So assuming we read Alan Wayne's map correctly,
the Electrum should be close.
Carrie, on comms: Anyone else creeped out by these tunnels?
They just feel so-- Duela: Moist?
I was gonna say claustrophobic.
You know, we're actually pretty close to the sewer
where Alan Wayne's body was found.
Duela: OK. So maybe he didn't die falling down a sewer.
Maybe he died tripping balls on Talon drugs,
looking for the Electrum he hid in a desperate attempt to save his life.
Stephanie: Guys, might have found something.
[Freek beeping]
[Sighing] Granite. Likely the ground mineral
present when they dug the tunnels back in the day.
Damn it.
So how is that thing supposed to detect an alloy
that's so rare it may not even exist on planet Earth?
It can't, but it can filter out the frequencies
of known alloys.
We just got to find the odd one out.
I'm sure Turner would take comfort in knowing
his life hangs in the balance of a homemade rock detector.
Freek may not be Bat-tech,
but if Electrum's here, she'll find it,
and we'll have Turner back before prom.
Ha! Turner is many things, but my prom date
is not one of them.
Fine. Your friendship will continue to reap its benefits.
Turner is like a brother to me,
but I appreciate your interest in my sex life.
May I?
[Beep beep]
That's good, right?
[Tapping]
Let's find out.
Move.
[Grunting]
Houston, we have Electrum.
-I thought it'd be bigger. -Same.
Harper: Me, too. Carrie: Agreed.
Stephanie: OK. It offers humans immortality.
Maybe cut it some slack.
Duela: Well, if the Court thinks one little rock
is worth a century of murder and mustache twirling,
just think of what two little rocks might be worth.
Cullen: Um, Duela, uh--OK.
[Grunting]
Damn it!
That was my favorite knife!
You're lucky we need you, you stupid rock!
Or--or what? You'd break another knife trying to kill it?
It's indestructible. That's the whole point.
It lives forever.
Stephanie: I guess if I led an ancient secret society,
I'd want the Talon protecting me to be
impervious to death, too.
Asterisk, decapitation not included.
Or you could use the alloy to save actual sick people.
If doctors and scientists could study this,
it could revolutionize modern medicine.
Well, for now, it's just gonna sit here collecting dust
until we can actually figure out a way to find Turner.
[Sighs]
I think I know how to do that.
Harper: It should just be a simple triangulation of radio waves.
Mmm. That can be a little imprecise,
but we could try a true range multilateration.
Nice. Gets us even more specific.
Once I can identify the exact frequency on this radio--
I can run it through my program to pinpoint the coordinates.
Duela: OK. Is this something we need to understand,
or can we skip to the "aha" moment?
Since we know the Court controls the construction crew
and we know how important that little rock is
-to their very existence-- -They'd want minute-to-minute
updates on their progress.
So they're listening to the radio?
Duela: Thank you.
If I can isolate the incoming
and outgoing frequency signals...
[Beeping]
[Radio signal]
Then I can triangulate them to a nearby
ground-based detection facility, which should
geolocate the Court's latitude and longitude,
which could lead us to Turner.
-In theory. -In theory.
Does Electrum heal grudges? Because it just did.
Tell me about it! If Sharper played this nice from the jump,
we would have cleared our names months ago.
-Sorry. Sharper? -What? Harphanie?
[Computer chimes]
Got a lock on the signal. Cullen: Yes.
[Pinging]
Wait. That can't be right.
Why would they take him there?
Actually, that makes perfect sense.
Cullen: OK. All right. So we got the spot.
What do we do when we get there?
Hopefully something that doesn't involve
giving a bioweapon to a murderous cabal.
Yeah. That makes sense. OK.
Uh, Duela--
where's Duela?
Harper: Uh, where's the Electrum?
[Door shuts]
Carrie: Duela! Duela, stop! Hey!
You really don't want to touch me right now.
-What are you doing? -I'm doing exactly
what you should be doing!
I am saving Turner.
Carrie: Get off me. Duela: Unh!
You can't just give that to the most dangerous people in Gotham!
The most dangerous people in Gotham have your friend!
Or do you prefer to abandon him all over again?
We will find a way to save Turner but not like this,
not when we could use that Electrum for good.
Good? Heh. Have you met me?
Yes, I've met you. I've met so many people
just like you, people who grew up without a glimmer of hope,
and you didn't deserve that, and neither do they,
but what if this rock could help change that for everyone?
I don't care about everyone! I care about Turner.
Cullen: What if we could do both?
Look. I think I have a way to save Turner
and protect Gotham at the same time.
Pick a rock, any rock.
Duela: Which is which? Carrie: If you have to ask,
that means Cullen killed it.
Duela: Ha! Cullen: This one's the fake one,
and this should help sell it.
Harper: OK. Team field trip. I've got comms,
Carrie's got the perimeter,
Stephanie will be our command center here,
and getaway car is idling downstairs.
Duela: Well... let's go make a deal.
Ha ha!
You're in a good mood.
-Is that so weird? -Well, I just painted a lump
of kiln-fired clay to pass off as a meteorite
so we can save our friend from a bunch
of murderous bird worshippers,
so...define weird.
I am just happy we finally have a plan.
-Sue me. -And this little burst of happy
wouldn't have anything to do with a little
blue-eyed blonde, would it?
-Huh. Who? Stephanie? -No. Vicki Vale.
Yes. Stephanie.
Stephanie is not a factor.
-But she is your type. -My type?
Well, you know, one of two, actually.
You only ever fall for himbos or straight girls,
people you don't take seriously
and people who won't love you back.
Ha! Oh, my God! I am not falling for anyone, OK?
-Stephanie and I are friends. -OK.
And I'm sorry. Weren't you the one
who told me to give her a chance?
I just don't want you to get hurt.
Sue me.
Mrs. Hayes: Did you even try to find out who murdered us?
How can you ask me that?
Mr. Hayes: You never bothered to find out what happened
or why.
It's like you never even noticed we were gone.
Noticed? I was destroyed.
I was just a kid when you died.
If--if I could have brought you justice, I would have.
But he could have-- Bruce Wayne, Batman.
Mrs. Hayes: The world's greatest detective.
Why didn't he?
Why didn't he catch our killer?
That was years ago. I'm sure he tried.
I--I mean, I know he-- I know he did.
He tried?
The man had every resource at his disposal.
Batman has given justice to so many people.
Why not his own adopted son?
He should have stopped at nothing
to find our killer.
Just like you've stopped at nothing to find his
because you didn't murder Batman.
[Distorted] Why didn't he?
Why didn't he catch our killer?
-Why didn't he? -Why didn't he?
Mr. Hayes: Why? Turner: I don't know.
Why didn't he? Mr. Hayes: Why didn't he?
Man: Why didn't he?
Lincoln: Why didn't he? Woman: Why didn't he?!
Why didn't he?
Lincoln: Why didn't he?
Why didn't he?
Turner: I know this isn't real.
[Reverberating]
Lincoln: Why didn't he?
Why didn't he?
It's been you the whole time.
What do you want from me?
The answer to the question.
You were raised by the world's greatest detective.
Surely, you can figure out why he never brought
your parents' murderer to justice.
You could have asked him yourself if you didn't have him killed.
But would he have given me the truth?
A truth he denied his own son,
a truth that you know deep down in your bones.
Think about it, Turner. 10 years ago,
your parents, average Gotham citizens,
suddenly die, leaving behind a child.
It happens every day,
but on this particular day,
the richest man in the city shows up at their funeral
and decides he wants to adopt their little boy?
Didn't you ever wonder why?
Of all the hundreds of innocent, needy,
desperate little orphans living in this city's filth,
Bruce Wayne chose you.
You're trying to manipulate me.
You planted all this in my head so I'd join
your twisted cult.
This isn't mind control, Turner.
I've only offered suggestions,
asked the necessary questions.
Your subconscious brought those to life as it saw fit,
but you must admit...
so many things about your life
suddenly make sense now, don't they?
Turner: Go to hell. Lincoln: We all know that Bruce
could never move on from his own parents' murder.
Why did he press you to move on from yours?
You don't know him.
But you do. Deep down,
you know this wasn't luck or fate
or some winning lottery ticket.
This wasn't compassion or charity or love.
No. No!
This was guilt, Turner.
-No. -He gave you everything
because he'd already taken everything from you.
You know the truth. Now say it out loud.
Tell me.
Why did you become an orphan?
Because Batman made me one.
Lincoln: Realizing that everything you thought you knew
about your father was a lie, that his legacy
that you've worked so hard to live up to
was one of deceit and betrayal.
I cannot begin to imagine how you're feeling right now.
You spent most of your life trying to prove
that you were worthy of him,
but I hope you see
he was never worthy of you.
But there is freedom in that,
freedom to create your own legacy.
You want to show me freedom? Untie me.
Oh, I would never win that fight, not against you.
You're too strong, too driven. Hmm.
You have potential that my own son
threw out the window.
Maybe it's the orphan in you,
that fire to fight for what you believe in,
even if it means killing for it.
Tell me...
how did it feel to kill the Talon?
Good?
Exhilarating, righteous?
You did not hesitate. You did not falter,
and with one bold stroke,
you killed the man who killed your father.
You avenged him, and in that moment,
you did something even Batman couldn't do.
How did it feel to be more powerful
than even your father, the Dark Knight?
You don't owe him anything anymore, Turner.
He betrayed you, he denied your parents justice.
He denied you justice.
So why not become the one who delivers it?
Join us.
Become our new Talon.
[People grunting, glass shatters]
Ugh!
Cullen: OK. All clear. Duela: We're in.
Carrie, on comms: And I'll be here to make sure
you have a way out.
Duela: You and those fancy Bat-glasses got
a 20 on our boy yet?
Carrie: Main room ahead and to the left.
I'm picking up multiple heat signatures.
Heh. Ha ha ha!
Oh, I'll be the one bringing the heat.
[Turner grunts]
You're delusional if you think
I'm ever gonna become your serial killer mascot.
It's not about killing, Turner.
It's about fighting for the Gotham
that you want to see.
That's a hell of a way to describe
taking out everyone that gets in your way.
Lincoln: No one's above death, not even Batman,
but the Talon--the Talon isn't just anyone.
The Talon is dead.
One Talon is dead, yes.
He wasn't the first, and he won't be the last.
Take up the mantle.
Join us. Forge your own path.
Duela: Or take the front door!
[Court members murmuring]
It's way more direct.
Huh. Zaddy March. What do you know? Ha!
He's leaving with us.
[Sighs]
Ooh! Sexy hardware.
One moment. I--I figured this would be formal,
so I dressed for the occasion.
[Rattling]
[Court members gasping]
Heh. You must be the Joker's daughter.
Aw. Anything Daddy could do I can do better.
Your magic rock for Turner's life.
Duela: And if you or any of your little owl buddies
try anything at all...
they're gonna be picking up feathers for miles.
Don't test her. She's crazy.
Ha!
Hmm.
[Gasps]
Duela: Turner! Cullen: Turner, no!
Oh, God! No!
[Gagging]
[Thud]
Now, if that is really Electrum,
it should heal him before he bleeds out.
[Turner gasping]
[Gagging]
But it appears that you brought me a fake.
Tch, tch, tch. Daddy would have had a plan B.
[Court member grunts]
Carrie: Plan B didn't fit in her jacket!
[Turner gagging]
Carrie: It's the real thing.
Let me heal him, and it's yours.
Unh!
[Breathing heavily]
I held up my end of the bargain.
Turner, my offer still stands.
I'm OK. I'm OK.
Does it hurt?
Nope. Neither does my neck.
[Sighs]
-Need anything? -Honestly, after everything
Lincoln put me through, I'm just happy to be here with you.
Can we do two minutes on Brody's dad
being the head of the Court?
I mean, I knew that he was a dick,
but I didn't think that he was straight-up evil.
What...did he do to you?
I'm here now. That's what matters.
Thanks to you...
and the rest of these...weirdos.
You know you can talk to me, right?
No matter what it is.
Whenever you're ready.
You made the right choice tonight, you know.
You trying to convince me or you?
Cullen: Oh, I'm sure of it.
There's a few people down there who'd agree.
You knew there was a good chance the Court would call our bluff.
You didn't even want to give up the Electrum,
but you knew it was a better option than Duela's bomber jacket.
We had to have a plan B that wouldn't end up with all of us dead.
But giving the bad guys the means to live forever,
it's not exactly out of the Bat-manual.
No...
[Sighs]
but it could be the first chapter
in the "Book of Robin."
You got to give yourself a break, Carrie.
You saved Turner tonight.
He's alive because of you.
I always wanted to be a hero.
Ever since I--I first saw the Bat-signal light up the sky.
I just--I didn't know it would mean
having to choose which lives to save
and which to sacrifice,
so I might have saved Turner,
but I just can't help but wonder at what cost?
I don't know.
But one thing I do know for sure...
we're gonna keep showing up,
keep fighting.
Because Gotham's worth fighting for.
You are what's keeping Batman's legacy alive.
You may not see it, but I do.
You know...bats are considered
some of the most indomitable hunters in nature,
and they only have one true natural predator.
Owls.
Bien: ♪ We didn't ♪
And we just made them even more dangerous.
Bien: ♪ We didn't want it to end ♪
♪ We know that we'll be the heroes ♪
♪ Even though... ♪
Turner: Need a hand?
Heh. Depends if I blow off one of mine.
Actually, you got some delicate fingers?
'Cuz...one wrong tug, and...kablooey.
Bien: ♪ Seconds frozen ♪
♪ When we're surrounded on all sides ♪
Ever think you'd be helping a girl
untangle her explosives,
or do I have the pleasure of being your first?
My life has gotten a lot more surprising since I met you.
I'll give you that.
Bien: ♪ Everything's moving in slow motion ♪
Ohh!
Thank you.
Here.
Thank you... for all of this.
Even though I'm sure you had some secret Duelian agenda.
Heh.
Um...I'm glad saving my life was part of that.
No agenda this time. Just you.
[Gagging]
Turner? Hey. Turner, what's wrong?
Turner, Turner!
[Vomits]
Turner, talk to me, talk to me. Turner!
Somebody, help! Somebody, help!
Turner?
Harvey: I know how damning all this looks--
the key to the mayor's limo, the Owl mask,
Cressida Clarke's blood.
All of this suggests that I was
physically at the scenes of the crimes,
if not perpetrating them,
but...while my body may have been present,
my mind was not.
I have been...
I have been experiencing something,
and I can't explain.
I'm--I'm having blackouts and losing time.
I'm waking up in places that I...
I don't remember going to.
Whatever is happening during those periods,
and whoever that is, whatever that person is doing,
it's not me,
and I will not...go down
for someone else's crimes.
[Camera beeping]
Hiya, Harv.
It's me...you, the other you.
Looks like I know you pretty well after all, huh?
Look at you--
crafting a video defense.
Very clever. That's what I would do.
Well, hell, I am doing it,
but you're watching this...
and that means... you think you're a killer...
and let me assure you...
you're no killer, Harvey Dent.
[Sirens]
Man: Greg, move your head.