Gotham Knights (2023): Season 1, Episode 10 - Poison Pill - full transcript

Previously
on "Gotham Knights"....

We've been set up.

We're going to find
who really killed my dad

and clear our names.

I've been experiencing
something that I can't explain.

I'm losing time.
I'm waking up in places

that I don't remember going to.

Whatever is happening,
it's not me.

Hiya, Harv.

This will record
everything you see.

-Take him.
-Aagh!



Bruce Wayne wasn't
the man you think he was.

Why did you
become an orphan?

Because Batman
made me one.

Turner!

Somebody help!
Somebody help!

These were the only
supplies I was able to grab

while my mom
wasn't looking,

but does anyone know
what we actually need?

Well, the web's
not exactly brimming

with info
on how to treat

a rare illness
from a rock

that makes people
live forever,

but I'm checking med school
message boards next.

I keep
replacing these,



but he's going
through them so fast.

Oh, please.

Bat-Brat needs something
to take the edge off.

Come on, you potheads.
Where is it?

I thought Electrum was
supposed to heal him,

not make him sick.

Here, Cullen,
just try this.

If this doesn't help, I'll
come up with something else.

How's he doing?
Everyone back off.

Back away
from Turner now.

Um, what is that?

Geiger counter.

I found it in the school's
old bomb shelter,

tracks radiation.

Why is it making
that noise?

Because Turner
is radioactive.

Hell yeah, it hurts.

I got a root canal,

and they gave me the weakest
pain meds of all time.

I'm lucky my dad's old

and keeps a pretty decent supply
of pain meds.

No, I'm not sharing
them with you.

He keeps them locked up.

Of course I know
what the combination is.

It's my birthday.

I'm actually surprised
the dick can remember it.

Hey, man, I'm gonna
call you back.

Huh.

Uh, hey, Dad.

Hey, are you OK?

How's your tooth?

Um, oh. Yeah.
No. I'm fine.

I'm sorry.
I got to go.

Yeah?

That won't be a problem
much longer.

I found a way to track
Turner Hayes and his friends.

Fugue Harvey, on video:
Hiya, Harv.

It's me--you,
the other you.

Well, knowing you,
you're asking yourself,

"How am I talking to myself?"
to which I would say,

everyone talks to
themselves, Harv.

The difference here is that

the other selves don't
usually talk back, right,

but as your oldest,
dearest, bestest buddy,

I do want to assuage
some of that anxiety

that Dr. Meridian
keeps talking about.

She's such a smart lady,
by the way.

You got to introduce us
sometime,

but right now,
I think we need

a little face-to-face,
just like in the old days.

Now, I know you don't
remember the old days

because I've been poking around
your little thinker there,

but back when we were kids--

sorry, heh--
back when we were a kid,

we used to talk to each other
in our dreams--

meet in the middle
we called it--

and you just aged out of it.

I got pushed aside,

but modern medicine
also grew up,

so you know those pills

that Dr. Meridian prescribes
for your anxiety?

Well, it turns out,
if you take enough of them,

they're also good
for putting you in--

well, let's call it
a deep sleep

which will allow you to engage
with your unconscious,

a.k.a. moi.

You got to be
kidding me.

No, Harv,
I am not kidding.

Now, here's what
I want you to do.

I want you to get
those pills,

and I want you to take
about, uh--

well, about one less than
the number that would kill you.

Don't give me that look
that I know you're giving.

Would I--
would I kill me?

Well, I guess we're gonna
find out, won't we?

No. I'm kidding.

It's perfectly safe...ish.

So, for the record,

the number is 17 pills.

I know you're
gonna do this, Harv,

because you're
a sucker for the truth,

and there's just
so much truth to tell,

so pop some pills,
counselor.

Let's meet in the middle.

I'll be waiting
for you here.

OK.

Iodide tablets
should keep the radiation

from making us all sick.

Don't you think
it's a little late for that?

We were all around
that Electrum.

I practically painted
it as a still life.

Why am I not
radioactive?

Maybe because
it didn't come in contact

with your blood
like it did with Turner.

And that was raw,
undiluted Electrum

Carrie patched
him up with.

All signs point to
radiation poisoning.

I don't even know how
we would cure that.

We can't,
which is why we need

to get him to a hospital,
like, yesterday.

Sure, if you want him
to wake up in a cell.

I'll settle for him
waking up at all.

Harper's right, OK?

Any doctor will just
turn him into the GCPD.

Maybe not
every doctor.

I happen to have an in
with one in particular.

No.

You can't just call
your mom and say,

"Hey, mind treating
Gotham's most wanted?"

That's--that's
a nonstarter.

Anyway, I think I'm feeling
a bit better now,

so let's just focus
on exposing Lincoln March

as the head
of the Court.

And we will, OK,
just after

we figure out
how to cure you.

Oh, don't look
at me like that.

I'm fine, seriously.

I'd take
Electrum poisoning

over being tortured
by the Court

any day of the week.

Tortured you how?

You remember
our friend the Talon

and his knives
laced with the stuff

that makes you
go insane?

They gave me
a taste.

That's the stuff that made
Alan Wayne lose his mind.

What did you see?

It doesn't matter.
It wasn't real.

I think it's pretty real
if it makes

radiation poisoning feel
like a walk in the park.

I've always wanted to know
who killed my parents,

and yesterday the Court
tried to convince me

that that person
was Bruce.

What, exactly,
did they tell you?

It doesn't matter
because it wasn't true.

Turner, it does matter.
What did they tell you?

You knew my dad, maybe
even better than I did.

There's no way
that's true, right?

Turner, I'm--

I'm so sorry.

They don't say
how it happened,

just that Bruce
felt responsible.

I didn't
believe it, either.

Batman doesn't kill.

He told me that
over and over,

so I just--I kept on
racking my brain

for another solution,
but every time I do,

I just come back
empty-handed.

Thinking about
why these pages

were ripped out has
consumed me, Carrie.

Turner, your dad
had just died,

and then you were
framed for his murder.

Did you really
want me to pile on?

I wanted the truth.

I deserve to know the man

I consider my father

just saw me as some
guilt-trip charity case.

That's not the truth.

Look, I know how much
he cared about you.

That's why I wanted
to protect you.

Just like you
protect everyone

all by yourself,
just as long as you

get to decide
what you're

protecting them
from, right, Robin?

Clearly you were
the right choice

to be his protege.

I mean, you've
already got

the whole solo
vigilante thing down,

lying to everyone,

fighting
every battle alone

because you don't
respect anyone

enough
to let them in.

That's not who I am.

You want to be
a solo act so bad,

you got it.

Leave.

Leave!

I just got a text
from Brody.

I think he might
be in trouble.

I don't want to leave
when Turner's so sick,
but I just--

But the son of the head
of Court of Owls

is really cute, so you'll
make an exception.

I'm sure Brody doesn't
know anything about that...

but I'm guessing your
problem isn't with him.

My problem is that
you're still talking

while I'm trying
to save Turner's life.

Any progress?

Unfortunately,
yeah.

Here's
the good news.

Radiation victims
can live for weeks,

even years,
after exposure.

And based on
what we found out,

I think Stephanie
was right.

Turner's illness
is concentrated

within the blood.

It makes sense.

You did apply Electrum
to a gushing neck wound.

And what's
the bad news?

Turner needs
a blood transfusion.

An influx of new
blood would reduce

the radiation
in his system

until
there was only

a small amount
of Electrum left.

At those levels,

the Electrum
should heal him

instead of
make him sicker.

And blood transfusions
aren't exactly

on the list
of medical procedures

that can be performed
in an attic.

No, but it's the
only idea we've got.

Stealing from
the blood bank

in broad daylight
is not

the most covert operation
I've ever pulled,

but it's
not like Turner

wants me around
here, anyway.

So I went to see
if my dad had anything

to numb the pain
in my tooth,

and I found
this mask.

It was old.

It was kind of
featureless.

It had
blacked-out eyes,

and it--it almost
looked like a--

An owl?

Yeah.

Um, how did you
know that?

Brody,
there's something

that you don't know
about your dad.

That he's a killer?

I found this video, too.

I watched it,
and...

I think my dad killed
Cressida Clarke.

I mean, what
kind of sicko

records something
like that?

I heard his voice.
I saw all the blood.

It was just so--

Turner's
lapel camera.

What?

Brody,
I need that video.

Well, I don't
have it on me.

Well, where
the hell is it?

Do you really think
I'm just gonna

carry around
a fricking grenade

that could blow up
my entire life?

Does your dad
have it?

I hid it with
my weed in the--

The outlet. OK.

OK. Yeah.
Yeah. That's good.

What are you
not telling me,

and how do you know
what that mask was?

Brody, I need to
tell you the truth

about who your dad
really is.

Oh, God,
you look terrible,

even more so
than usual.

I'm really not
in the mood, Duela.

OK.

Then I guess I'll
have to eat this

all by myself.

It's French onion soup
from Pamela's?

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

Bruce used to get this
for me when I was sick.

How'd you know?

You're not the only one who
read Daddy's bad diary...

and since this could
be your last meal,

I figured it should
at least be a good one.

I didn't expect
such bedside manner

from a girl who sleeps
with her switchblade.

Yeah. Well, that
veiny, little monster

on your neck
is all my fault.

If we hadn't left you behind
after the Court soiree,

you wouldn't be playing
patient right now.

This isn't
your fault, Duela.

Whoa, so this whole
last-meal thing

was supposed
to be a joke,

but this is getting
a lot worse fast.

What's
your poison?

Kidding.

You already
swallowed yours.

You wanted to talk.
I'm here.

Got to say,
I was 60/40

on whether you
would overdose

on a dare
from an alter ego.

You never even
hit the slopes

in law school
like 99%

of those
other d-bags.

Tell me what
the hell is going on.

Ooh, he's using

the Harvey Dent
District Attorney voice.

And how are we
even talking?

The question you should
be asking is why.

Go ahead, counselor.
Ask it.

OK.
Why are you here?

To protect you.

From what?

From things
you can't handle.

Dad was the first.

One night, the
beatings got so bad

that he fractured more
than just your arm.

He fractured
your psyche, Harv,

created me.

Would that have
happened eventually

some other way?

Maybe.
Nature, nurture.

All I know is that
after that night,

whenever your life
got too tough,

I'd tag in,

and I was always
there, Harv,

riding shotgun,

ready to take
the wheel.

So my missing time,

that was you
taking the wheel?

At your service.

If you tag in when
things get too tough,

then what
the hell was me

waking up next
to Rebecca March?

I was doing you
a solid.

I know how happy
she made you

all those years ago.

Oh, Harv, you
never got over her.

She was married then,
and she's married now.

And that must be
really complicated

for a stand-up guy
like you.

I like to
keep it simple,

do what needs
to be done.

I do the things
that you can't do.

With you
in the crosshairs

of the Court of Owls,

you're gonna need
a guy like me.

Why are we
looking at articles

from the twenties
for a cure for Turner?

Pretty sure medicine's
gotten better since then.

We're looking for anything
on Dr. Leviticus,

who did those
illegal experiments

on Electrum
back in the day.

So...sis...

You only call me
sis when you have

something
annoying to say.

What is it?

You're giving Stephanie
the cold shoulder again.

I guess you're really
taking my advice to heart--

don't fall for
straight girls, huh?

OK. Again, no one
is falling for anyone,

but you reminded me what
we're really working for--

clearing our names

and getting the hell
out of Gotham.

This isn't
our life, OK?

This isn't
who we are,

so I don't need
to be buddy-buddy

with
Princess Quiz Bowl.

When this is over, she is
gonna go back to her life,

and we will
go back to ours

far away from Gotham.

Is that really
what you want?

Of course it is, OK?

We've always agreed that
this place is a hell hole.

Harper, I have never
had a family like this,

and I have it on
pretty good authority

that you
haven't, either.

Why? Why would we
let go of something

that gives us a chance
to feel whole?

-Cullen--
-Forget it, OK?

Dr. Leviticus.

"Leviticus first got the
attention of authorities

"when patients
started to get sick,

with symptoms resembling
radiation poisoning."

"After patients began
showing symptoms,

They died
within 24 hours."

If Turner has the same
sickness they did--

He only has
6 hours to live.

The Court's
setting you up.

Everything you
think has been me

has been them trying
to confuse you

and make you
distrust yourself.

So the mayor
and Cressida--

Harv, we didn't
kill them.

The Court just wants
you to think we did.

Why?

Come on, counselor.
Isn't it obvious?

They already took out
the Dark Knight.

Gotham's white knight
is next on the list,

but not before you have
outlived your usefulness.

How am I useful
to them?

You, my friend, are
the perfect patsy.

It's one of the Court's
greatest hits.

They take out someone
they perceive as a threat,

and then they pin it
on someone else--

Joe Chill,
Turner Hayes...

And now me.

Not if I have anything
to say about it.

Now, don't get me
wrong. They're good.

Somehow they
found out about me,

found out a way
to bring me out.

How?

Few keys
on the piano.

You know
that song that Dad

beat into you until
you got it right?

You hear
those notes, and...

a switch flips,
and you lose time

and the Court leaves
you little clues,

make you believe what
they want you to believe--

a car key here,
bloody owl mask there.

Make me believe
I'm a murderer.

But they made
one mistake.

They let me out.

I had a ringside seat
to how they did it,

and we can use that,
so put me in, Coach.

Let me take
those bastards out.

Let's unleash some of
that big-Dent energy.

Oh, come on, Harv.

It's not like we
haven't done it before.

What are you
talking about?

You don't really think
Dad's death was an accident.

So I'm supposed
to believe that my dad

is the leader of a
secret, murderous cult

that controls
all of Gotham?

Is it easier to
believe he's a killer?

Well, honestly, yes.

I'm so sorry.
I know it's a lot.

How am I even supposed
to face him now?

You cannot let on
that you know.

You'll put
yourself in danger.

I'm already in danger,

and so is my mom.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna
call the police.

The Court has its claws
in every part of the city.

That includes the GCPD.

Well, I can't just
sit here and do nothing.

I mean, what am I
supposed to say--

"Hey, Mom, Dad's a leader
of a murderous cult.

We need to go stay with
Aunt Julie for a while"?

Come on.

No, but there is one
person we can trust--

Harvey Dent.

The D.A.?

I just need you to
trust me on this, OK?

I need you to get that
video from your house,

and then I will
handle the rest.

He's gonna die
in 5 hours if we don't--

-Are you kidding?
-I just...

When were you
gonna tell him?

-Oh, I'm sorry.
-Screw you both.

What aren't you
telling me?

Well, the Wonder Twins here
don't want to say anything,

but, um, the Electrum
is gonna kill you

a lot faster
than we thought,

so unless we pump, dump, and
replace that O neg. of yours,

you will be dead in T-minus--
let's see--5 hours.

I have good news.

Yeah. Now's really not
the best time for good news.

Dwelling won't
change anything.

-What up, Steph?
-Brody's gonna help us.

I'm sorry.

The heir apparent
to the Court of Owls
is gonna do us a favor?

He found Turner's
lost lapel camera
in his dad's stuff.

Wait, wait. What?

He has the footage from
the Court of Owls Party?

Yes--Cressida's murder,
what the Court's planning.

The video has it all.
We have to get it to Harvey.

Is this
really happening?

Are we--are we about
to clear our names?

OK. Hey, hey,
before we take our victory lap,

can we please make sure
that Turner is able to run it?

Well, not a doctor here,
but I've been doing some reading

on blood transfusions,
and honestly,

they're somewhere between
an oil change and plumbing.

What could
possibly go wrong?

You shouldn't be
wasting your strength.

No, no.
Listen to Blondie.

You're gonna need it.

Come on, Duela. You're
on Team Transfusion.

OK. Hey, Bat-Brat,
sure you trust me with a needle?

At least I know you don't
mind the sight of blood.

Yeah, good point.

OK, enough
brave face.

How are you
really feeling?

I'm about to clear
my name just in time

for it to appear
in an obituary.

Well, while I'm tempted
to meet your gallows humor

with more
gallows humor,

this is a good thing.

You're gonna get
your life back

and be around
to live it.

What's the point?

Carrie filled me in
about your dad.

Turner--

I feel like my whole
life has been a lie.

No.

That's not true.

You'll always
have me.

Oh, you
don't want this.

No. I don't, um--

You're my best friend.
I don't know. I just--

I thought that
if this did happen,

that I would feel--
I don't know--something.

-That bad, huh?
-No. No, no, no.

I just--I--

I just thought
I'd feel different

with you
than with Brody.

He's never made me
feel that spark, either.

OK. I'll take the win
with that one.

Ha ha ha!

I'm sorry.
I'm just delirious.

No. I don't want
you to apologize.

Code red!

Hey, I don't think
we're gonna have time

for that blood
transfusion.

They found us.

Hide everything.
We were never here.

Did you tell
Brody where we were?

No. I would
never do that.

Did you tell them
that Turner's radioactive?

Because the cops
all brought hazmat suits.

It's still
in the green.

We got something hot here.

The Court must have
known what would happen to him,

sent their GCPD goons to trace
his radiation signature,

and it led them here.

Hey, guys, we need
to get Turner out now.

Yeah. That's gonna be
a bit of a problem.

Come on.

OK. 1, 2...nngh!

OK, OK.
You're good. OK.

Get Turner
into the tunnels.

Going underground might
throw their sensors off

enough so that they
can't trace it.

OK. What about
the belfry?

Leave that to me.

Numbers are going up.

That's no good.
Come on.

Let's get
that door open.

What the hell?

Please don't
call my parents.

Oh, thank God.

Brody, what's wrong?

Mom, I need you
to listen to me.

You need to go
pack a bag right now.

We have to get
out of Gotham.

What are you
talking about?

This is going
to sound nuts,

but Dad killed
Cressida Clarke,

and if we don't
get out of here now,

there's no telling what
he's gonna do to us.

What
did you do to Dad?

It's more what I did
to the railing.

The balcony
that he fell from

was a few turns
of a socket wrench,

just loose enough
that when a man

of about 190 pounds
leans against it,

it gives way.

Son of a bitch was a lot
tougher than I thought.

I mean, his back
was broken,

so he wasn't
going anywhere,

but it still took him
about 3 hours

to give up the ghost.

First two hours, he was
begging me to call 911,

and then last hour
he spent begging me

to put him
out of his misery.

You killed my father.

Our father, Harv...

and it was him or us.

I just made sure
it wasn't us.

And now you want me

to just let you
take the wheel?

You really want
justice, Harvey?

Then you have to fight
fire with fire!

I don't want you
to give me

the steering wheel,
Harvey.

It is time for you
to give me the keys.

Mom.

Carrie.

What are you doing
here on a weekend?

I need you to come
with me right now.

Sweetie, I'm in
the middle of rounds.

Mom, now. This
is life or death.

I put a vest on him to block
as much radiation as I could.

Mom, whatever you do,
please don't call the cops.

If you're in some
kind of trouble,

I'll help you
in any way I can,

but that's the only
promise I can make.

Carrie, that's
Turner Hayes.

-He's wanted for murder.
-He's innocent.

If you don't help him
in the next few minutes,

he's gonna die.

-Brody, slow down.
-We can't slow down.

Dad'll be home
any second. Come on.

No. Brody, Brody,
look at me.

There has to be
a mistake.

Your father
is not a killer.

Yes, he is.
I saw the video.

What video?

I found it
in the safe

along with some
weird owl mask.

He killed
Cressida Clarke

for some messed-up
secret society.

Brody,
this is crazy.

No. What's crazy
is that Dad's

been lying to us
all these years.

Who knows
if this is even

the first person
he's killed?

He's dangerous,

and we need to get
out of here right now.

Mom...

please.

OK.

OK.

Let me get some
things together.

OK.

Gloves.

Guard the door.

You talk about justice?

You don't want justice.

You want to burn
it all down.

Oh, Harv, always
the prosecutor.

Unlike you, I don't
care about motive.

As long as the results
are the same,

does it matter?

To me, it does.

Harv,
all you have to do

is close your eyes

and ask me
to come out to play.

It's as simple
as that.

I will never
give you control.

You say that like
you have a choice.

Uhh! Uh!

Uhh!

Uh!

Harvey?
Everything OK?

Harvey!

Mom?

Nngh! Rrgh!

Uh...uh! Uh...

There will come
a time, Harv,

when you are
so desperate

and so hungry
for justice

that you won't care
how you get it,

how I get it,

and you will be
begging for me

and ready to embrace

everything
we can become.

-Nngh!
-Uh! Uh...

The only reason
I exist...

Uh! Uh!

is because
you need me.

Rrgh!

Nngh.

-It's OK, we got it.
-Mr. Dent, are you OK?

OK. Oh...

You had no vitals
for a full minute.

You're lucky
to be alive.

Thank you.

His vitals are
holding steady.

The blood
transfusion worked,

and the remaining
Electrum can heal him.

I still have
a few tests to run.

Don't move.

Mom...

Thank you.

Don't thank me,

not for this.

You ready?

Brody, we can't just
walk out of here

with nowhere to go.

-Steph said--
-Stephanie knows?

I didn't know
who else to turn to.

Mom, I know this
is a lot to take in.

All of this,
it's--it's insane,

but I promise you,

I will take care
of it all.

I will keep you safe.

I don't need
your protection.

Uh...uh...

Just like
your father--

Mom?

so naive,

so busy trying
to play hero

that you can't see
the real threat.

Your father's not the
one people should fear.

I am.

Uh!

Uh...

Yeah? Oh. Hi.

Wha--Are you OK?

I heard the paramedics
were called.

No. I'm fine.

I'm just glad
Aja was here.

Are you sure?

I think you should
get checked out.

Really, I--

I've never
felt better.

I feel clearheaded

for the first time
in a long time.

Uh...

Everything looks good,
miraculously so.

Never seen a patient
recover so quickly.

Don't worry.

I was careful. No one
saw me sneak him out.

Do you have any idea
what you've done?

It's one thing to save
the life of a criminal--

I took an oath
to heal people,

no matter
who they are--

but now you're
an accessory,

and you've made
me an accessory.

I could lose
my medical license.

I could go to jail.

I don't know how you got
involved in all of this,

but it ends now.

-Mom, wait. Please.
-No.

We are not
losing everything

for a criminal.

I'm gonna
call the GCPD,

and you're gonna tell them
everything you know

about him and
those fugitives.

You can't
turn them in...

because
I'm one of them.

What do you mean?

You know how Turner's
dad was Batman?

I was Batman's sidekick.

He called me Robin.

I almost had them.

They lost the trace
on Turner Hayes.

They're all
still missing.

Add that to our
list of problems.

Stephanie Brown will also
need to be dealt with.

Arthur Brown's kid?
What did she do?

More like what
did your son do.

You didn't have
to do this.

Do what,
clean up your mess?

Maybe if you
weren't so careless,

holding on to evidence,

this could have
been avoided, but no.

Men always
need a trophy.

Did it make you
feel powerful,

killing
that traitor?

Is that
why you did it?

Why are you still
standing there?

Get a mop.

Are you sure it's safe
to go back in there?

Turns out, the
authorities don't care

where rich kids go to
get baked during Bio,

and I might have
hinted that the lead

in those old bells were
confusing their sensors,

so they really should
check the science lab.

By the time they finished
that wild goose chase,

the radiation
had dissipated.

OK. Our belfry
is radiation free.

So's Turner,
thank God.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

What is it?

It's from Brody.

His dad got
to the evidence

before he could.

Hey.

You know, maybe
you can help me.

I'm looking for something
on brooding-rich-kids-

turned-brooding-
vigilantes.

Am I in the right
section, or--

No offense, but I didn't
come here to talk.

Oh, you can't
offend me.

No, really.
Go ahead. Try.

You have no grasp of
social cues whatsoever.

Not offended.

You only give a damn
about others

when there's something
in it for you...

I'm not offended.

and you
clearly can't tell

when
you're not wanted.

Not offended.
See? I told you.

Do you have any idea what
I've been through today,

and do you even care?

Not really
on both counts.

You know, first of all,

this ungrateful brat act
is getting really old,

and second of all, if
you would pull your head

out of this Batcave
you call an ass,

maybe you'd see that
this entire team

has been working nonstop
to save your stupid life...

but, I mean, if you're
just gonna mope around

like you're already dead,
I'm starting to wonder

why we even bothered.

-You're right.
-What?

I just had this
picture in my head

of what my life was
and what it could be--

avenging my dad...

building some twisted
family with all you...

even things
with Stephanie.

It turns out I was
just lying to myself.

Well, congratulations.

You figured it out.

Everybody's a liar.

Not everybody.

When everyone else
was trying

to keep the truth
from me

about how near
death I was,

you were
straight with me.

You always are.

You finally
noticed that, huh?

You're never afraid to
show people who you are,

even when it
pisses them off,

even when
it scares them.

You're always...

always Duela.

-Sorry, but--
-Not offended. Heh.

Greg,
move your head.