Gotham Knights (2023): Season 1, Episode 8 - Belly of the Beast - full transcript

Previously
on "Gotham Knights"...

We've been set up.

We're gonna
find who really
killed my dad

and clear our names.

Turner, you need to
get out of there right now.

Cressida is one of them.

She's working
with the Court of Owls.

The Court killed my dad,

and now they're
trying to kill me.

And what
the Mutants take,

we taketh away.



It's a Court of Owls watch.

So is this one.

Hello.

Why did I wake up
with no memory

of how I got there?

When I was
young, I would attend

the most elegant parties
the Court would throw.

We always wore masks.
Ha ha ha!

Every painting
that was taken was owned

by Alan Wayne
at the time of his death,

and who do we know that's
interested in all things
Alan Wayne?

The Court of Owls.

It can't be just
a painting.

The hell are you
doing here?



I need your help.

My life is in danger.

As promised.

Then we in business?

-Ugh!
-Agh!

Aah!

What the hell?

-Whoa.
-Yep.

There's enough
firepower in here

to arm every
criminal in Gotham.

I think that's their plan.

What are you doing?

Just so the cops
know who to thank.

Cullen should be
here by now.

Relax. He'll be here.

Harper, I don't think
he's coming.

He'll be here.

OK. Maybe not.

Let's get out of here.
Come on.

You stole a food truck?

It was the only thing
I could find. Let's go.

- Where the hell were you?
- My watch stopped.

What do you mean,
it stopped?

As in it stopped working.
I don't know.

Isn't that one of those
insanely expensive

Court of Owls watches?

You could throw that thing
in a volcano,

and it's supposed
to keep ticking.

Yeah, that's
what I thought, too,

but apparently quality
timepieces are hard

to come by these days.

I guess nobody cares
about craftsmanship anymore.

Yeah, well,
next time, find a new one.

Otherwise, we end up
behind bars.

I'm way ahead of you.

That's one more
in the win column.

We could bust up every
low-level criminal front

in this thing and still
not get any closer
to finding the Court.

But at least we got
a bunch of illegal guns

off the streets,
you know, made the city

and the Narrows safer.

Well, that's
really great for you

and the upstanding
citizens of Gotham,

but the rest of us here
are still wanted fugitives.

So maybe instead of
pretending to be heroes,

you could all be
more focused on,

let's say it
all together now...

Clearing our names.

We know.
What do you think
we are trying to do?

OK. Then tell me
why we just handed over

that painting that
the Court was so desperate

to get their hands on.

We could have used that
to find out who they are

because if we had names,
we would know who to target,

but instead, any leverage
we might have had,

we just gave away,

all to save
that cop's family.

-We didn't have a choice.
-No, there's always a choice.

We just made a bad one.

Guys, you're
gonna want to see this.

Look.

Your broken Court
of Owls Watch?

Nope. That's my broken
Court of Owls Watch.

So is this. So is that.

Notice anything?

Whoa!

Whoa.

I don't think
they're broken at all.

I think they're
working perfectly.

Yeah, but doing what?

Is this a safe house
or a drug den?

Well, it's discreet,

and for someone whose
other options are

behind bars
or in the ground,

I'd say this is
a step up.

The Court's not going
to find you here.

You do realize you need me
alive to talk?

I need you to do a lot
more than talk.

I need names,
and I need proof.

And I need full immunity
and an order

of federal protection,
not the GCPD.

I'm working
as fast as I can.

Well, so is the Court,

and if they find out
I'm about to talk,

they will kill us both.

You'll be safe here.
Just sit tight

and don't go anywhere
and don't talk to anyone.

Harvey.

Help me.

I will, but you
have to help me.

You're exerting
yourself too much.

I have to put in
the effort.

It's good
for my recovery.

I'll get something to
support your back. Hold on.

Ohh.

We had some of those
lumbar pillows.

Everything OK?

Everything's fine.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

7:21 a.m.

What's the second hand at?

Uh, two seconds.

OK. So all 4 watches stop
simultaneously in a cycle of 3,

displaying the same
3 times of day.

7:21 a.m., 3:05 p.m.,
and 9 p.m. on the dot.

OK. So what's so special
about those times of day?

You can bet
the Court knows.

There's no way that's
a coincidence.

No way it's good.

Maybe they're
planning something bad

to go down at each time
on the watches.

Watches? Time.

Watches all the time.

Watches all the time.

Watches all the time.

That son of a bitch.

- Who?
- Joe Chill.

He said the key to
finding the Court was

"Watches all the time."

It was a rumor he heard,

but he didn't know
what it meant.

He just kept repeating
the same part

of the rhyme over and over.

What if it means the key
to finding the Court of Owls

are the watches they
give their members?

Like, each time is
part of a code.

It's not just a time.
It's a place.

One of them is a time,
9 p.m. on the dot,

and the other two
are 7:21 and 2 seconds

and 3:05 and 13 seconds.

Pretty random
unless it's not a time

and it's actually
a latitude and longitude.

A bunch of busted watches
told you that?

-Sounds like a leap.
-Yeah, and a damn good one.

Let her finish.

Uh, latitude and longitude
are expressed

in degrees,
minutes, and seconds,

so I think the hour hand
is probably degrees.

Minute hand is minutes,
and the second hand
is seconds.

I feel like
I'm watching nerd porn.

So how do we get
latitude and longitude
from those times?

You want the long version
or the short version?

Turner, Duela, and Cullen:
The short version.

Latitude is 39 degrees,
21 minutes, 2 seconds,

and longitude is 75 degrees,
5 minutes, 13 seconds.

OK. Let's see
where that is.

The geocoordinates are

within the greater
Gotham area.

Thank you,
honors geography.

OK, so we have
our time and our place.

Uh, when did your
watch start
freaking out again?

Uh, last night,
sometime
after midnight.

OK. So technically today.

Then it's
happening tonight.

What's happening
tonight?

My dad's journals mentioned
that the Court

was rumored to hold
clandestine meetings

in order to
pass along information.

He theorized that they
preferred to do it

in person so that none
of their communications
could be traced.

Not to mention
they're, like,
uber secretive, right?

So they're not exactly
going to send out

save the dates for their
little get-togethers.

How better to make sure
that info only reaches

their members than
by something only
their members have?

OK. Why meet now?

An art exhibit.

They did just complete
their collection,

so maybe they
want to celebrate.

I mean, it could be one
of those fancy parties

or secret ceremonies
that dear old Eunice
was babbling about.

Whatever it is,
looks like the Court

is having a little soiree
tonight,

and we have the address.

The old Gotham
Light and Power facility.

It's been decommissioned.
Are you sure that's it?

It's the only place
in the vicinity

of the coordinates.

Eunice did say the Court
held their parties

in the strangest places.

Well, that
certainly qualifies.

Uh, give me a sec?

- Hello.
- Miss Stephanie Brown?

Yes, this is
Stephanie Brown.

Your chlorzoxazone
prescription is ready.

-I'm sorry. I don't have a--
-Uh,

the brand name is Lorzone.

The prescription
was called in from your
doctor this morning.

-OK.
-He said it was urgent.

Thanks for
letting me know.

Sure thing.

I, um--I...

uh, have to go. Sorry.

Is everything all right?

Everything's great.

My fellow citizens of Gotham,

a few days ago, I was the victim
of an attempted homicide,

and all of the evidence

points to none other than
the fugitive at large

Turner Hayes
as the primary suspect,

and, yes, he is still
at large.

There are many
unanswered questions

to this brutal assault,
but I only have one.

Where is Harvey Dent?

Mr. Dent, you're back.

-I've been calling you.
-Personal matters.

I'm here now.

You've already missed
the city council meeting,

and now you're
20 minutes late

to the campaign
finance review.

Yes, I know. Thank you.

Sorry. It's been a day.

Can you get me
Judge Stevens on the phone?

I need to ask him
for a plea deal.

For whom?

Just get him
on the phone.

You seriously
want to infiltrate
the Court of Owls' lair?

Not sure it's
actually a lair,

but I'm not sure
we actually have a choice.

Do you know how
insane that sounds?

I mean, we might as well
just chop off our own heads
and get it over with.

We've been waiting
for an opportunity like this.

We have the watches.

We can just wait for
the next meeting,

get ourselves
better prepared.

And what if there is
no next time?

We have no idea how
often the Court meets,

and Eunice said they
never meet in the same
place twice, right?

This is our chance.
We can't wait.

If we can get inside,
we might be able to find out

the identity
of the Court members

and expose them,

maybe even get
more information

about that painting
they were jonesing

to get their hands on.

Look, this is the best
shot we've ever had

at ending all of this,
and we have to take it.

I'm done being afraid.

Sounds like you're
done being alive.

We're talking about
going into the belly
of the beast.

Exactly. That's
the thing about owls.

They have
no natural predators.

They don't know what it's
like to be hunted,

which means they won't
see us coming.

And how exactly do you
plan to manage that?

I think I know how.

We dress to impress.

OK. Only problem is
we don't have masks.

Does Gotham Academy
have a 3D printer?

In the arts lab.

I can use these
as reference.

I'm pretty sure
I can print out

exact replicas
of these masks.

-It's brilliant.
-No, it's a long shot.

This owl soiree starts
in just a few hours,

which means...

I maybe have enough time
to make two masks.

So...

who's going in?

Rebecca?

Oh, thank God.

Are you all right?

You heard Lincoln
on the news?

Yeah. He's coming down on me
a little harder than usual.

I think he knows.

-How?
-I'm not sure.

His spies
are everywhere.

We should never have
risked it.

No, no. Maybe it's good
that we did.

Maybe it's time that
Brody and I got out.

There's another side
of him the press
doesn't see, Harvey.

He can be
a dangerous man.

Cruel, even.

I'm getting you out
of there.

I'm afraid.

Please hurry.

We stick to the plan.

Go in, get
as much intel as we can,

and get out.

- No freelancing.
- Damn.

Gotham Academy
Theater Department
sure doesn't skimp

when it comes to
wardrobe.

How do I look?

Um...you look...

different.

Pfft. Wow. Heh.

Send a girl's heart
aflutter, why don't you?

Sorry. Sorry.
You, um...

You look...um...

It's OK.

Relax.

I'll take speechless.

Actually, do you mind
zipping me up?

-Oh, sure.
-Thank you.

You sure you're up
for this?

I know you're not
into playing hero.

Oh, I don't mind it
when I'm saving myself.

-Heh. Understood.
-Hmm.

Just I'm the one
who's used to being

around a bunch
of privileged asshats.

You? Not so much.

Well, don't get it twisted.

Those with privilege
are no more

than glorified con artists
whose superpower is

tricking people
into believing

they're more deserving
and better than the rest of us.

I'm familiar
with the type.

Besides,
I actually learned

from the best con artist
in Gotham.

Who?

My mother.

Well, OK.
Maybe not the best.

She's, uh--she's
been in Arkham
since I popped out.

By the time
the authorities
caught her,

she had taken on
so many identities

that they didn't know
who she really was.

Neither did she,
I guess.

They just called her
Jane Doe.

The more time passes,

the harder I find it
to remember what my mom
even looked like.

It scares me.

I'm sorry.

Just promise me you
won't do anything stupid.

It's too late.

I already volunteered
to go with you.

Cressida?

Damn it!

Looks like
this is the place,

but if anybody wants me
to gun it out of here,

say the word.

This will record
everything you see.

Comms are pretty spotty
in the area,

so Carrie will plant
a frequency augmenter

on the roof
so we can communicate.

And I'll watch your 6
in case things go sideways.

Thanks for being here.

It's better than
studying for midterms, so...

-What's wrong?
-Can't find my goggles.

I know that
I left them somewhere--

That's my bad.

I took the liberty
of upgrading them.

Enhanced night thermal
and spectral light imaging,

and plus side, they're
a little less last decade.

Thank you.

Speaking
of fashion accessories,

you two are
gonna need these.

Wow.

Um, they're perfect.

They're terrifying.

Oh, good.
Here he comes.

Oh, my God, Preston.
There he is.

Ha ha ha!
Thanks for coming out

to the taping, folks.

This episode airs
next week,

but remember,
no spoilers.

Dad, can we talk?

That's my daughter Stephanie.
Excuse me.

Now you look
at your phone?

When I call, it goes
straight to voicemail.

Honey, you know,
I turn my phone off
while we're filming.

I could have
been in trouble
or dead or something.

Well, I certainly hope
it's not the first two.

I'm getting worried
about Mom.

She was barely
keeping upright at
the parents' luncheon.

The pain makes it
hard for her to be
on her feet sometimes.

That accident was
5 years ago.

Her pharmacy
called me today.

She's been filling extra
prescriptions in my name.

I don't think she knows
how to stop, Dad.

Is that all this is about?

Chronic means forever.

Doctors, they
underprescribe.

She's in a lot of pain.

Why does she have to
use my name

to get medication?

She uses mine
on occasion.

That's how we
take care of her.

Then we should get her
professional help.

Maybe rehab.

And what do you think
will happen

when the tabloids
get ahold of that?

Do you want your friends,
your teachers,

the entire world to
know your mother's
personal business?

-They wouldn't have to know.
-Trust me.

They will find out.

The more people know
about you,

the more they try
to use it against you.

So you would rather we
ignore it than get her help?

We are helping her.

You need to call
the pharmacy back.

Looks like we're up.

Well, if the Court
doesn't kill us,

the asbestos
and lead-based paint will.

It looks like they've
made some upgrades.

Well, here we are.

Heh. This is what happens
when you don't call first.

I hate to be that girl,
but unless this door opens,

we are gonna die.

Hey. What's that?

The watches were
the key to finding
the Court.

Maybe literally.

Anyone hear me?

Loud and clear.

How about Turner and Duela?

We're in.

Uh, what are you doing?

I figure we need to
look the part.

I'll allow it.

If you want to leave,
I can do this myself.

Then who'd keep
you alive? You?

And I thought my
childhood was messed up.

Don't stare.

How do I not?

Mini-psycho wants
to steal my soul.

I can't look away.

Brothers and sisters,
I have convened

this parliament in order to
share the wonderful news.

After 100 long years,
the map that the traitor

Alan Wayne hid from us
has finally been found.

Figured there had to be
a reason they wanted

that crappy old painting.

It wasn't
a painting at all.

Soon we will have that which
we have sought for so long,

that which we have
spent decades

of blood and treasure to find--

electrum.

What the hell is electrum?

And once we have it
in our possession,

we will reach heights
those who came before us

dared only dream of.

We will achieve
our greatest triumph of all--

mastery over death.

We will no longer suffer
the ravages of time,

and as the world ages
all around us,

we will stand impervious to that

which would make us
wither and decay.

We shall live forever.

Caught you red-handed.

Or should I say
empty-handed?

Mom, didn't think
you'd be up.

Your curfew isn't
a suggestion.

I was with Dad
at the studio.

You know,
people always tell me

that you two are each
other's spitting image.

As a baby, I always thought
you'd take after me,

but you ended up
a daddy's girl.

My mother was right.

A man's only true love

will always be
his daughter.

You're not supposed to
drink on your medication.

I've been taking this
a long time.

I know my limits.

OK. Let's just go to bed, OK?

No. Hey, Stephanie.
No.

Don't try to manage me.

Where did you
get those?

The pharmacy.

You know what?
I take you to how many
fencing tournaments,

and you can't even run
one little errand for--

I meant who
prescribed them?

-A doctor.
-Oh, God.

This new pain specialist
that I'm seeing--

Who treats
a prescription pad

like they're
sticky notes.

It's medication,
sweetie.

Doctor shopping
isn't hard when
you've got the cash.

Heh heh heh!

Well, then,
thank God for your father.

-It isn't funny.
-You know, I think

if I was doing
something wrong,

they would have shut me up
in Blackgate by now.

Have you ever thought
about how it affects me,

having to carry
my own mother out

of a parents' luncheon?

People were staring.

They always watch us

and your father.

If it weren't
for his career,

you wouldn't even be able
to go to that school.

We owe it to him to
always show our best,

and I can't do that
if I am hurting.

Are you even
in pain anymore?

I gave birth to you.

Don't you dare talk
to me about pain.

S-S-Stephanie!

Ohh! No, no, no!

Spoiled little brat!

Mom, please stop!

You need to help me!

Your father and I do
everything for you,

you ungrateful
little bitch!

You're such a bitch!

Electrum.

It's got to be
the stuff Eunice
was talking about.

She specifically said
that the Court gave

the Talon a special
substance

that increases lifespan.

How is stuff like that
even possible?

You can always ask
our 130-year-old Talon

-the next time you see him.
-Great.

So we have a murderous cult
that wants to be
murderous forever.

Oh, hold on.
I got something.

It's not much, though,
just a blog referencing

a "Gotham Gazette" article
from the twenties.

All right. What does it say?

"A meteorite was
discovered by a scientist

"named Dr. Leviticus,
who claimed

"it had miraculous
healing properties.

"However, before
the results could
be confirmed,

"the authorities
discovered Leviticus

"performing unauthorized
medical procedures

"on Gotham's
poorest citizens.

"Fearing arrest,
the scientist
fled the city,

never to be heard
from again."

That's it?

Sleuthing the web
is not my forte, OK?

Blondie picked
a hell of a day
to ghost us.

Wow. What a change.

What do you mean?

Usually, you can't stand
being around her.

She's not untalented.

So you're saying
she's useful?

Turner, on comms:
Guys. Guys.

What's going on?

New plan.
We're stealing the map.

Uh...

that's inconvenient.

How are we
gonna get in there?

It's really a shame
you're not feeling well.

What?

Oof!

What the hell'd
you do that for?

Authenticity.
Now follow my lead.

Hello. My husband is
really not feeling well,

and I'd really like
to get him some air.

Thank you so much.

Come along, darling.
Come, come.

I can't believe that
actually worked.

Eh, sometimes,
you just got to go
with the classics.

Ohh. Can't see a thing
in this stupid mask.

You're not supposed
to be in here.

At least you'll
be able to fight
better without it.

Unh!

Heh heh.

Well, somebody's
gonna notice

if we just walk out
of here with this thing.

No, they won't.

This doesn't involve
stabbing me, does it?

Ha ha!

Easy peasy.

Ready to make like
our feathered
friends and fly?

Right out
the front door.

Members of the Court,
on what should be a day

of celebration, I have
some disturbing news to report.

There is a traitor in our midst.

This doesn't
make any sense.

Karma's a bitch.

I say relax
and enjoy the show.

We took her
off the streets,

gave her a life she could
never have dreamed of,

and how does she repay
our kindness?

With disloyalty,
duplicity, and betrayal.

What do you have to say
for yourself?

It is true.

You've given me all that
I could have wanted--

wealth, power, status,

and in exchange,
I lied...

I killed...

I broke the trust
of those

that were most dear
to me,

and all it cost me
was everything!

But when I discover what
you seek to do now,

the horrors
you seek to become,

I suddenly found something
in myself that I lost.

And what is that?

A conscience.

I know
I'm irredeemable,

and I accept
the consequences,

but you and your Court
are the true monsters.

Enough!

How does the Court find her?

Guilty!
Guilty! Guilty!

And what shall be
her punishment?

We kill her.

Kill her!
Kill her! Kill her!

Hey! What the hell
are you doing?

I can't let her die.

Turner, are you--
are you serious?

She helped murder
your father.

She took everything
from you.

You don't owe her
a damn thing.

Look, we--we
have the painting.

Let's please just
walk out of here

while we still can.

I can't, but you can.

What happened to don't
do anything stupid, huh?

I've never been good
at taking my own advice.

You're really willing to
risk everything to save

someone as awful as her?

My dad would.

Finish it.

Ohh!

Take the map.
Meet back of the truck.

OK.

Who are you?

Hey. Stop!

Unh!

And crap.

-Ugh!
-Unh!

Ha ha! Little Bird.

Please stop calling
me that.

Where's Turner?

Turner!

-We have to keep moving.
-Why?

Why would you save my life
and risk your own

after everything
I've done?

Because it was
the right thing to do,

something you wouldn't
know anything about.

Now, come on.

They should have been
back by now.

Maybe we should go
in and help.

I--I can't just sit here
and do nothing.

It's freaking me out!

Are you guys OK?

Yeah, I think so.

Turner hasn't
made it back yet?

Turner...
thank you.

I know I don't deserve--

I don't want
your gratitude.

I want answers.

I'll tell you what I can.
I owe you that much.

Why does the Court
want you dead?

I was going to expose them.

I reached out to Harvey,
but somehow they found me.

Why would you do that?

Because of what I did
to your father...

to you.

Guilt is a parasite
that will eat at your soul

until there's nothing left
but emptiness.

Is that the only reason?

After the last time
I saw you,

I discovered what they
planned to do with electrum.

Turner, if they find it,

they will be a nearly
immortal dynasty

that will rule over Gotham
in perpetuity.

They will continue to
grow fat

off the city's misery
and suffering.

It will never change.
They will never change.

Your father
understood that,

which is why he changed
his will.

What was in it?

What was it that
got him killed?

Your father was
going to give his fortune

to the people of Gotham.

The city's poor would
no longer have to resort

to crime to survive.

Crime thrives on poverty.

The Court thrives on crime.

Bruce wanted to
break that cycle.

The Court couldn't have that.

Then let's do
what he couldn't.

Give me the name
of their leader,

and I'll burn
the Court to the ground.

-It's not that simple.
-I want a name.

No!

We have plans
for this one.

Turner? Turn--

Turner?
Can you hear me?

Turner!

She's asleep.

If I ask you to help
your mother,

you help her.
Understand?

She's out
of control, Dad.

You can't just keep
letting her run--

Yes, I can.

Because you do not
make the decisions
in this family.

Your mother and I do.

I don't think she's capable
of making any decisions.

Look at this place.

Who made her do this?

OK. We've
got to go back.

We don't even know
where he is.

OK. Then we find him.

No, no.

It's too dangerous.
This place is swarming
with Court.

Going out there now
would be suicide.

Really?

All of a sudden,
the Gotham Knights are

a bunch of cowards?

I'm sorry. I thought you
all wanted to be heroes.

And you? You're supposed
to be his friend.

-I am.
-They are going to kill him!

-No, they're not.
-How do you know that?

Because if they were,
they would have

already done it, Duela!

Duela,
you heard that creep.

All right? He needs
him for something.

If we go
in there half-cocked,

we're all gonna die,

and if that happens,
they get away
with all of it.

Everything we've done,
everything Turner's done,
all of it for nothing.

OK, so what?
We just run away and hide?

No. We regroup,

we make a plan,
and we live to
fight another day.

Duela, I swear to you
we'll find him.

Take him.

Greg, move your head.