Previously on "Gotham Knights"...
Now that my strings are cut,
I don't even know what I want.
Don't think before you answer.
What does Stephanie Brown want?
Harvey Dent, have you met my wife Rebecca?
No. I don't believe I have.
I know what it feels like to be conflicted.
So do I.
This will record everything you see.
Soon, we will have Electrum.
It offers humans immortality.
Giving the bad guys the means to live forever,
it's not exactly out of the bat-manual.
I found this video, too.
I think my dad killed Cressida Clarke.
I need to tell you the truth about who your dad really is.
Your father's not the one people should fear.
I am.
I want you to take your place among the Court.
What, you stalked Harvey Dent?
I fell for him, a two-faced liar
masquerading as a city savior.
He took your childhood, he took my motherhood!
You showed me you're exactly
who I raised you to be.
I should be dead.
EMTs found it in your pocket.
The coin saved me?
Whoo, whoo, whoo!
Isn't it nice when the good guy wins?
Because today in this election,
the people of Gotham have spoken.
In a journey riddled with the lies and corruption
of our rivals,
we found a way to persevere...
and to honor our forefathers' intent
when they built this great city of Gotham.
When we improve upon their foundation,
we look forward to a tomorrow
of limitless potential.
And what better way to start our bright future...
united in the promise of tradition and ancestry...
than to resurrect the virtues of our past?
Ha ha ha!
-Oh, hey. -Good morning.
I--I didn't know if you took cream or sugar, so...
Thank you. I'm sure it's perfect.
Uh, judging by your belfry bedhead,
you were able to get some sleep.
Heh. Yeah. Not much.
I don't know if it's the, uh, broken couch
or...both my parents disowning me in one fell swoop,
but...yeah.
Last night was rough.
Well, if it means anything,
I spent half of my childhood wishing
I could stand up to my parents the way you did.
It does.
Mean something.
It's just...now I'm not sure what's left, you know?
Sober light of day and all.
I mean--wait. No.
That's not what I meant.
Wait. Do you hear that sound?
Oh. Yep. Funny how much easier
it is to sleep in when Duela's not slamming
an energy drink and cursing the sun for rising.
-You talk to Harvey? -And what, ask him
if he knew Duela was his kid?
I'm gonna let that one marinate
a few more days.
I really wonder how Duela's taking this.
Wait. That's right. I--I don't care.
How are you after, you know?
Do you hear that?
What, the sound of you changing the subject
when I asked how you're dealing with being betrayed?
-No. Why? -Does the smoke detector
need a new battery or something?
I'm pretty sure we don't have a smoke detector, dude.
Stop avoiding the question.
Duela used you, sold you out,
and almost put you in jail.
What the hell is that sound?
You need a new name to go with your new look.
What about Ruth?
Nah. That's too plain.
Um, mmm. Siobhan. Ha!
No. That's too fancy,
but shiv on the other hand--
you want to name me after a DIY prison weapon?
Why not? Sharp and dangerous
just like my baby girl.
Ha ha!
So you're not mad at me?
For what, getting more gorgeous by the hour?
Are you kidding? I fricking hate you.
No, no. For not killing Harvey.
Look at me, baby girl.
You pulled that trigger.
That is all that matters to me.
You showed me where you stood.
Yeah. I guess we did kind of ruin his life, huh?
Ha ha ha! You kidding?
He's not even gonna be able to get elected
to his HOA after this.
-Ha ha ha! -And when some money comes in
from my last job, we are out of here.
Wait. When'd you have time for a job?
Ha! Just a little something I had in the works.
-Hmm. -Hmm.
Which reminds me
I'm taking you out to dinner tonight,
so, uh, start thinking about what kind of car
you want to drive up to the valet in
and, um, pick a new name.
We got a whole new story ahead of us, baby girl. Tch.
Are we sure Duela didn't leave us a farewell time bomb?
Are we under the impression that we're not looking for a time bomb?
Guys, her mom's the one who screwed me over.
Duela's still our friend.
No. She's your fugitive with benefits,
who nearly got you killed.
Everyone, shut up!
I don't think it's a bomb.
Then what is it?
Low battery warning.
MX8-62.
That's the lapel camera.
Wait. Wait. The one that Turner wore
to the Court of Owls gala?
Hey, guys. What's up?
Talk to me about the receiver in your gear bag.
It's the dock linked to the lapel camera. Why?
Because it's receiving a low battery warning.
That's weird. I thought Brody said his dad destroyed the camera.
- So did I... - But if it was destroyed,
there'd be no battery signal, right?
So Brody lied?
Or Lincoln faked the text,
which means... where's Brody?
Guys, if the camera still exists,
then the SIM card with all the footage
could still exist, too.
Of Lincoln killing Cressida Clarke?
Why would he hang onto that?
Maybe as a message to the other Owls.
Betray the Court like she did, get skewered
and left for pigeon food in the park.
Carrie, are you ready?
Yeah. Just I'll be right there, OK?
Look. If you're still getting any signal at all,
that means the camera's still functional.
You need to find it and get the evidence.
- Carrie! - Yeah.
I got to go.
Well, Brody told me that he was hiding
the camera and the SIM card
with his weed in his penthouse.
So assuming that we take it back
without getting our heads chopped off,
we can all share a victory blunt.
Clearly, some of you already smoked
if you think we could pull off a heist like this.
We would need building plans and schematics.
We already have them.
Lincoln lives in a building designed by Alan Wayne.
Wait. Yeah. He's right. Oh, my God. Yeah, yeah.
And--and we grabbed all of his designs when we researched him.
Crime has instilled fear in this city,
and the good people of Gotham deserve better,
which is why as my first order of business,
I'm doubling the reward to find Bruce Wayne's killers.
I want a cop on every corner
ready to apprehend these ruthless fugitives.
I really hate that guy.
Stay with us for continuing live coverage
of Mayor March's inaugural celebration.
Did she just say that was live?
If there were ever a good time
for a lamb to walk into a lion's den.
Do it when the lion's not home.
Ha ha ha!
-Appreciate you. -Anytime, Mr. Mayor.
You're having way too much fun
dancing on Gotham's grave.
Not my fault you had a secret kid, you dirty dog.
I'm just glad it wasn't with my wife.
You killed my best friend, so I'm gonna throw
every resource at my disposal
to put you behind bars.
As the D.A.? Ha ha ha!
Oh, I'm sorry this is awkward.
I thought my office took care of this.
No one wants a two-faced womanizer
protecting this city.
You're fired, counselor.
If you think for one second that that's gonna stop me--
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mr. Mayor.
Please. Back up. I will take care of this.
-Thank you, officer. -No problem.
Mr. Dent, come with me.
No. Come on.
You get what you were after?
Absolutely.
And do I want to know what you intend to use that for?
Absolutely not.
Then apparently I have a office to clean out.
Thank you, Mr. Mayor.
Please select floor.
Security camera's at 732 megahertz.
Copy that. 732 megahertz.
3 minutes of empty elevator coming up.
So OK. Now I see you.
Now I don't.
Going up.
OK. Turning off the floor sensors
to the 40th floor.
You're good.
One day, you got to teach me how to do that.
Hopefully, that's not a skill you're gonna need that much longer.
- We're inside. - Great,
because Lincoln just left City Hall.
Clock's ticking.
Was Brody raised in a museum?
Pfft. Essentially.
Everything in here is either famous
or priceless,
as Brody reminded me every time we--
-Made out? -Studied.
Oh, thank God.
Lincoln never destroyed it.
So the good news is that we have the camera and the SIM card,
and the bad news is that Brody didn't send that text.
He could be in serious trouble.
That makes 3 of you.
There--there's a security alert on your floor.
I thought you disabled the motion sensors.
-I--I--I did! -Security's headed your way now.
Thanks for the heads-up.
Look. We're just Brody's friends, OK?
We're just looking for him.
Hold it! Do not move.
At least let me call him and let him know that we're here, OK?
I'm just gonna go for my phone.
I said don't move.
Agh! Unh!
Gaah! Agh!
Steph, you OK?
Yeah.
Been practicing.
Uh, GCPD just pulled up. Lobby's fried.
If you guys don't find another exit, we're all screwed.
What about the garage?
Nope. Crawling with cops.
-What about the roof? -What, you want to jump?
What about floor N?
What's floor N?
Let's find out.
Or not.
Try the key card.
Access authorized.
Good call.
OK. Where are we?
As long as there aren't any cops around, I'll take it.
There's nothing around.
It's deserted.
What is this place?
It looks like you've stopped
between floors 12 and 14.
So N is the 13th floor.
N. It's Nu.
It's the 13th letter of the Greek alphabet.
Builders back in the day often skipped
the 13th floor in their high-rises
because renters thought it was bad luck.
Yeah, that tracks. I remember reading
Alan Wayne was incredibly superstitious.
OK, but even if you skip the number,
doesn't the 14th floor just become the 13th floor?
What if Alan Wayne built a secret 13th floor to trap all that bad luck?
It would explain why the motion sensors weren't deactivated.
We were off by one, didn't account for a bonus floor.
Stephanie, signal breaking up: Hopefully the cops won't either.
Guys? Guys? Guys, sorry. You're breaking up.
Ohh. Of course, now the signal cuts out.
Great timing.
Me and timing are not exactly besties at the moment.
What do you mean?
Uh...n-n-nothing.
No. Nothing you ever say means nothing.
OK.
I know how good it felt for you to tell off your parents,
but now I don't know if you kissed me
because you wanted to or because
I just happened to be the last person
your parents would ever want you to be with.
I kissed you because I wanted to.
Kind of like I want to right now.
Which was clearly a mistake.
No, no, but I think coming to this floor was.
-Oh, my God! -What the?
Help! Help!
Oh, my God!
Is somebody out there?
I'm in here!
-Brody?! -Help! Get me out of here!
-What? -Steph?
What the actual hell?
- Thank God! - Are you OK?
How did you get in there?
Run now. Go. Run.
Aww! Damn it to hell! Ugh!
- Mom? - Agh!
Hey. What's going on?
Ahh! The money's gone.
Job fell through.
OK. All right. That, um--
that sucks, but, uh, I can hit the train
and get us some cash.
No. Plucking wallets is chump change
compared to the payday I just lost.
OK. Um...what about the ring scam?
No, baby girl. We're not doing the ring scam.
Um, Double Roses?
What about Matchsticks? I mean, that one makes at least a grand, right?
Ugh! Stop being so naive, Due, OK?
Look. We're skipping town because you are
a wanted fugitive, right,
which means you need a new name and I.D.
and clothes and a car and a condo,
so just face it, kid.
You cost a pretty penny right now.
I know. Sorry.
Wait. Didn't you say something about, um,
like, a stash of high-end watches?
Yeah, but they're too hot to sell.
Maybe in Gotham.
Once we get out of the city, no one's looking.
Mom, they're really tacky.
No. Like, hideous engravings.
I'm not even sure if they tell time.
Heh. OK. So since when does my baby girl
say no to easy money?
Look. If you're afraid of going back there
and facing judgment from your little runaway pals,
you're getting soft.
I mean, who cares about them?
They're stuck. You are getting out,
so screw them.
-Screw them! -Yeah, yeah.
Yeah. You're right.
OK. I'll go get the watches.
Yeah!
Aw, crap. I can't get them back.
I tried every frequency.
Yeah. It's probably interference from that gap floor,
and given how superstitious Alan Wayne was,
I'm guessing all his buildings have secret 13th floors.
Wouldn't that mean Wayne Tower has one?
Ahem.
You're interrupting my rock bottom.
You know how we always wondered
how my dad's killer was able to move
through Wayne Tower undetected?
I'm listening.
Alan Wayne was famously superstitious.
In every building he designed, there was
no 13th floor.
Well, that's not uncommon in those old buildings.
But what is uncommon is putting
a secret gap floor in all your designs
just like he did with the March Building
and I'm betting Wayne Tower.
Would this have anything to do with a wallet
that I allegedly helped procure?
Lincoln March knows about the gap floor in his building.
What if he knew about the one in Wayne Tower
and my dad didn't?
Well, then he would have told his Talon
that that's how to move through Wayne
without tripping security alarms.
Bruce would have never seen him coming.
"The owls are in the house."
Alan Wayne's dying words were literal.
If there's any evidence on that floor
that could clear our names...
I'll go check it out. You sit tight.
Cullen, Cullen, do you copy?
Harper?
Harper, breaking up: I think we could use some help.
-Harper, I read you. Are you OK? -Brody's here.
We're trying to stay out of sight so we don't get...caught.
Ohh!
Unh!
Uhh!
No!
Agh!
Oh, my god.
How are you alive?
Heh. Apparently I can't die.
So your mom put Electrum in your tooth,
stabbed you,
and then locked you in a coffin for the past week?
Yep. Pretty much.
Phew. I thought you dad was bad.
No, he is,
but my mom's worse.
She's the one that's behind everything,
the Court, Cressida's murder,
probably Bruce Wayne's, too.
Just say it, man.
Say what?
I gave you so much crap about you not knowing
your dad was Batman,
and this whole time my mom's just--
I don't know.
I don't even know who she is anymore.
Sometimes, parents keep secrets.
The trick is what we do once we know them.
So how do we stop them?
Where are we with the video evidence?
Well, the video's intact.
Shows the party, Cressida's murder,
but everyone's wearing masks.
You can hear Lincoln's voice,
but he could always say it's faked.
It's the same as all the other evidence we've gotten--
I mean, Eunice's pictures, the McKillen ledger,
Dr. Leviticus, and Electrum.
It's all circumstantial.
It proves that the Court is real
and what they've done, but--
But it doesn't prove who they are.
Well, I can tell you who two of them are.
Yeah, but who are they more likely to believe,
Gotham's new mayor and his philanthropist wife...
Or--no offense-- their screw-up son?
So we've uncovered all the evidence.
Now all we need to do is rip off the masks
and expose them once and for all.
Well, maybe the screw-up son
can help with that.
I heard them talking.
It's their big celebration tonight.
I know where the Court's gonna be.
Wouldn't be the first Owl party we crashed.
What is it?
Madame, there's been a break-in.
What would you like us to do?
Nothing.
I'll handle this myself.
We're gonna unmask the Court. You in?
Bring my gear, and I'll meet you guys at the drop-off point.
Stop!
Carrie...I know what you're doing, baby.
This isn't who I raised you to be.
This is exactly who you raised me to be.
-Excuse me? -Mom, I've watched you pull
doubles at the hospital until you can barely stand
because you believe every life in Gotham
is worth saving, Mom, and I believe that, too.
Do you know how many mothers I have to tell
on the daily that their babies
are no longer on this earth?
Why do you think I'm doing this?
If I can prevent one less grieving mother
or father or daughter--
What about me, Carrie?
What about my grief?
Have you thought for one moment
about what happens to me
if I lose the most precious thing in my life?
I'm not gonna let that happen.
Your youth is showing, baby.
Nobody is bulletproof.
Just ask your friend Batman.
If I could, I think he'd say the good guys
aren't the ones you should be fighting, Mom.
Carrie!
Here at Wayne Tower,
we pride ourselves on a centuries-old tradition
of excellence,
and in honor of the late Bruce Wayne,
charitable contributions will be doubled
this quarter and the next.
To that end, the observation deck
will now be open to the public every weekday
and free of charge compliments of Wayne Enterprises.
By reaching out to meet the citizens of Gotham
where they live, we will together
forge the future that Bruce...
wanted to make a reality.
How do we get past security?
It's gonna be guarded like Fort Knox.
If Carrie secures the perimeter, we can bypass
most of the guards by slipping in through the mausoleum.
OK, but what about outside here--
So, we planning a mission?
I'm pretty sure you're not a part of "we."
We are gonna unmask the Court.
Throwing a big celebration tonight,
so we figured we'd drop in uninvited.
Hence the heist couture. Hmm.
Let's see. 50 Court members
and their security divided by 1, 2, 3, 4 of you
plus Little Bird equals...
you guys dead.
What are you doing here, Duela?
I'm just pointing out that you guys are
dangerously understaffed.
We'll be fine.
You replaced me with a jock?
OK.
Just gonna... get my stuff
so I can ditch this attic.
Sweet homecoming.
You really know how to make a girl feel missed.
What do you expect? Your mom drugged me.
What--what are you talking about?
At the club, she slipped me something,
and when you bounced, the cops showed up to arrest me.
My mom would never do that.
For $10 million, Duela?
You're the payday that fell through.
If it weren't for the others, I'd be in jail right now.
Look, Turner. If--if that's true,
then my mom was just looking for an easy score, OK?
She doesn't know what you mean to me.
What do I mean to you?
Turner, she's my mom.
We're your family, too.
In a few hours, we'll have cleared our names.
You can stay if you want.
You don't have to run anymore.
Seems like you guys are doing just fine without me.
It's not often that I step out
from the shadows to address you,
but tonight, there's so much I want to celebrate,
starting with congratulating my dear husband
on his new role as mayor of Gotham.
But that is only the beginning.
After this feast,
each of you
will be imbued with Electrum...
and you will know life everlasting.
I'd like to propose a toast.
Beware the Court of Owls...
that watches all the time...
ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch...
behind granite and lime.
We watch you at your hearth.
We watch you in your bed.
Speak not a whispered word of us...
or we'll send the Talon for your head.
Ha ha ha!
But, Madame, we no longer have a Talon.
Ah...but why just have one Talon...
when we can have many?
Through the ages,
these Talons of old protected the Court,
dodging death, enduring fatal wounds
until their Electrum was depleted,
their vitality exhausted,
but thanks to our rediscovered Electrum,
I've been able to revitalize them,
restore them to their former greatness,
and once again, they will protect our secret
for ages to come.
Perimeter's secure. You're clear.
Security's down.
The schematics have us 3 chambers from the main hall.
We'll rendezvous there.
Copy that. Harper and I are on our way.
I didn't get to do that earlier.
Ready to spoil dinner?
Resurrecting the Talons?
You didn't even think to run that by me?
Heh heh. Ha ha ha!
And trust you with another secret?
You've already proven how careless you are
with matters of the Court.
There was a break-in, Lincoln.
The camera was taken and footage of the murder,
footage of the Court.
-Who? -If you have to ask,
then you're even more stupid than I thought.
-Err. -For once, in the Court's
long history, we have a surplus of Electrum.
I'd resurrected the Talons to take care
of Stephanie Brown and her friends,
but them stealing your morbid, little keepsake
means the Talons will first have to enact...
a contingency.
What's our contingency?
Not ours. Mine.
What are you talking about?
Well, it won't be long until the Court
is dragged from the shadows.
I need to erase my involvement
with the organization entirely.
What did you do to me?
What I always do, Lincoln--
what needs to be done.
Once we came into possession of the Electrum,
the stakes were too high,
and I prepared myself to change course.
Frankly, I don't know why I assumed
you could control a city when you couldn't even
control your own son.
You poisoned me?
I have Electrum in me. I can't die.
-Well, you can... -Ugh!
but my extensive research assures me
that in its potent state the Electrum will allow you
to regain consciousness only after the authorities
have determined that you're the Head of the Court.
Aagh!
Give or take a few days, but don't worry.
You won't see the inside of a jail cell.
By that time, you'll be 6 feet in the ground.
I don't anticipate anyone hearing your pleas
to correct the record.
You're pure evil.
And you're just another man taking credit
for a woman's work.
Oh, my God.
They're all dead.
Who did this?
Half the city council is here.
Oh, my God. Mr. Millicheck,
president of Gotham Academy.
That completely tracks.
Nothing else does.
I thought this whole thing was about them
taking over the world, not saying good-bye to it.
Maybe dying's part of the ritual.
I mean--I mean if they have Electrum in them,
they're gonna come back, right?
I don't think the ceremony ever happened.
They would have healed by now.
Brody, I am so sorry.
We need to find my mother.
"Dr. Leviticus. Rebekah."
Go. That way.
Weapons down! Hands in the air!
GCPD!
Let's see those hands!
Hands in the air!
"Dr. Rebekah Leviticus has discovered a rare new mineral
that she believes holds the secret to immortality"?
"Alan Wayne engaged to Rebekah Leviticus"?
I see you discovered my secret.
Which one?
Heh.
Here, I thought Lincoln was the other man.
Turns out it was Bruce Wayne's, um--
what is it, great-great grandfather?
I guess that explains why you knew
about the 13th floors.
The owls really were in the house.
Owls never build their own nests.
Instead, they seek out the nests of their rivals
and take them over.
They invade their enemy's territory.
And the Waynes were your enemy.
I know what you're thinking.
I don't look a day over 200.
How is any of this possible?
Over a century ago, I discovered
a medical marvel capable of extending life into infinity.
It took a good decade to refine,
but in time and against incredible friction,
I developed a true miracle drug.
How many innocent people had to die
so that you could live forever?
What do a few lives matter when in success
I could have saved millions?
Oh, please, Rebecca. This was never
about anyone other than yourself.
This was about power.
This was one long con after the next...
ending with me.
-You're half right, Harvey. -Yeah.
The Court was setting you up to take the fall for its misdeeds...
but then I fell in love,
so I did what I always do.
I...pivoted.
I set up Lincoln instead.
You made me believe I was crazy
when I was in love with you.
And I am in love with you.
That part hasn't changed.
I've started over dozens of times--
a new name, persona, career, family...
but always alone.
I don't want it to be that way anymore.
Start over with me, Harvey.
Start over and wield the power you deserve.
The Rebecca I loved was a mirage.
There's no part of me
that could ever love someone as cruel
and twisted as you.
Are you sure about that?
Rebecca!
Now for a developing story.
In a horrific turn of events,
Gotham's most wanted have been apprehended
at the scene of what appears to be a grisly mass murder.
Add this grim tally to the growing numbers of murders
the fugitives are wanted in connection with,
including billionaire Bruce Wayne
and 6 GCPD detectives.
Move it!
That one's been impersonating a badge for weeks.
Fugitives Turner Hayes,
Cullen Row, and Harper Row were arrested
along with accomplices Stephanie Brown,
Carrie Kelley, and Brody March.
Mayor-elect Lincoln March is rumored to be
among dozens found dead at the scene.
Bring them in.
Get in there.
Lock it up.
Duela was right.
We should have run when we had the chance.
Prosecutors are already calling
for the death penalty for the alleged murderers.
Keep it right here for continuing coverage
of this developing story.
Even Little Bird.
Mom...Mom...
I can't go with you.
What's wrong?
These watches are gonna rake in 20K easy.
I've dreamt of this moment
ever since I was a little girl, you know,
just being with you...
touching you without a partition between us...
hearing your voice without
our conversations being recorded.
You got me, Due.
What's going on?
My friends got themselves into a mess,
and I need to get them out.
Look at you.
My baby all grown up.
I love you.
Yeah.
I love you, Duela. I always will.
Money's just too good.
You've served me well tonight,
but I trust your bloodlust has not yet been sated.
Your targets are currently locked in a jail cell downtown.
Kill them all.
Greg, move your head!