Gotham Knights (2023): Season 1, Episode 9 - Dark Knight of the Soul - full transcript

Previously
on "Gotham Knights"...

We've been set up!

We're gonna find
who really killed my dad.

Lincoln!

Maybe the Court
finds you useful.

You'll find out
soon enough.

You almost
got kabobbed getting
Daddy's diary.

Was it worth it?

You ever stop to think
maybe you are, too?

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.

The map
has finally been found.

Soon, we will have Electrum.

Take the map.
Meet back at the truck.

I can do this myself.

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.

No. We have plans
for this one.



Why did I wake up
with no memory

of how I got there?

I don't have any alibi.

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...

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.

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?

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!
- 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?

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.

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.

- What do you mean?
- 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.

Don't artists
usually sign their work

in one of the lower
corners of a piece?

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.

OK. So Alan Wayne
was an artistic noob?

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.

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.

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?

Ugh! Unh! Aah!

Turner?

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.

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?

- Another bike frame.
- That makes 3 bikes,

2 dead raccoons,
and a literal
mountain of clay.

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.

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.

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?

What do you think,
a constellation?

No.

What? We're really
gonna group doubt
a Sagittarius?

Doesn't look
like Morse code either.

What does it look like
if you connect them?

It's starting
to look like...

A skyline.

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.

Oh, my God. Ha!

- You're brilliant!
- Really?

Because I just
pitched time travel.

Yeah. Not you. Carrie.

Can I borrow your laptop
real quick?

Sure.

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.

Ha!

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.
- 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.

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?

- Dent.
- 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.

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--
- Moist?

I was gonna say
claustrophobic.

You know, we're
actually pretty close
to the sewer

where Alan Wayne's
body was found.

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.

Guys, might
have found something.

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?

That's good, right?

Let's find out.

Move.

Houston, we have
Electrum.

-I thought it'd be bigger.
-Same.

- Me, too.
- Agreed.

OK. It offers
humans immortality.

Maybe cut it some slack.

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.

Um, Duela, uh--OK.

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.

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.

I think I know
how to do that.

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.

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?

Thank you.

If I can isolate
the incoming

and outgoing
frequency signals...

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?

- Got a lock on the signal.
- Yes.

Wait. That can't be right.

Why would they
take him there?

Actually, that makes
perfect sense.

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?

Uh, where's the Electrum?

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.

- Get off me.
- 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.

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.

- Which is which?
- If you have to ask,

that means
Cullen killed it.

- Ha!
- This one's the fake one,

and this should
help sell it.

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.

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.

Did you
even try to find out
who murdered us?

How can you ask me that?

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.

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.

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he
catch our killer?

-Why didn't he?
-Why didn't he?

- Why?
- I don't know.

- Why didn't he?
- Why didn't he?

- Why didn't he?
- Why didn't he?

- Why didn't he?
- Why didn't he?!

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

I know this isn't real.

Why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

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?

- Go to hell.
- 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.

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.

Join us.

Become our new Talon.

Ugh!

- OK. All clear.
- We're in.

Carrie, on comms: And I'll be
here to make sure

you have a way out.

You and those
fancy Bat-glasses got

a 20 on our boy yet?

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.

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.

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.

Or take
the front door!

It's way more direct.

Huh. Zaddy March.
What do you know? Ha!

He's leaving with us.

Ooh! Sexy hardware.

One moment. I--I
figured this would be formal,

so I dressed
for the occasion.

Heh. You must be
the Joker's daughter.

Aw. Anything Daddy could do
I can do better.

Your magic rock
for Turner's life.

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.

- Turner!
- Turner, no!

Oh, God! No!

Now, if that is
really Electrum,

it should heal him
before he bleeds out.

But it appears that
you brought me a fake.

Tch, tch, tch.
Daddy would have
had a plan B.

Plan B didn't
fit in her jacket!

It's the real thing.

Let me heal him,
and it's yours.

Unh!

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.

-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?

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...

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.

And we just made them
even more dangerous.

Need a hand?

Heh. Depends if I
blow off one of mine.

Actually, you got
some delicate fingers?

'Cuz...one wrong tug,
and...kablooey.

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.

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.

Turner? Hey. Turner,
what's wrong?

Turner, Turner!

Turner, talk to me,
talk to me. Turner!

Somebody, help!
Somebody, help!

Turner?

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.

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.

Greg, move your head.