Batwoman (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 13 - Drink Me - full transcript

Damn.

Shh.

Sure, babe. Whatever you say.

Aah! What... what the hell?

Are you insane?

I can't feel... anything.

I think you'll find...

That's to your great advantage...

Babe.

Wasn't supposed to be Beth.

We did everything right.



We found a loophole, we kept her alive,

we got her through the checkpoints.

I thought we were in the
clear, and then it just...

Just came out of nowhere.

It wasn't your fault, Luke.

Look. We need to
figure out who shot her.

I agree, but first,

we need to prepare
ourselves for the real Alice.

The Crows think that
she's dead, and she's not,

which means no one's
out looking for her,

and if my twin picked my alien
doppelganger's life over mine,

I'd be on the verge of going nuclear.

Uh, no offense.

You're right.



I looked her in the
eye and told her I chose

to save someone else.

Kate... you did the right thing.

You have to know that.

It doesn't matter because
the wrong Beth lived.

Now Alice is back on
the loose because of me,

and we need to brace
ourselves for the consequences.

Mr. Kane, Mr. Kane, how
does it feel to be exonerated?

Any day that justice prevails
is a good day in my book.

You've proven you were
framed by Alice and her gang.

What are your next steps?

Return to The Crows and
restore peace to this city.

Look. Alice is dead, Gotham
is safer because of it.

At the end of the day, it's
all that really matters.

Gotham knows her as Alice,

but here at County Morgue,
she's simply Jane Doe 7113.

No name, no medical history,

no next of kin.

Could we have a moment, please?

My own daughter and one of
Gotham's most diabolical killers

dead on a metal slab.

After everything, it seems there
should be so many emotions, but...

All I feel is hollow.

It was destined to end this way, sir.

The bullet wasn't one of ours.

You radioed in and said
you had her in your sights.

What... what happened?

Call off the shoot-to-kill
order on Alice.

You're kidding.

Let me find her.

Tell The Crows to stand down.

I didn't have a lock.

The target kept moving.

Hmm. Well, someone got her anyway.

Side effect of making an
entire city your enemy.

Ticktock, ticktock.

Ahh. Silly Mouse, what is the purpose

of a rendezvous spot

if only one party obliges?

Yes?

This is all that was
left in his hospital room.

What do you mean left?

Where'd you get this.

I took it off Beth...

After.

Thank you.

So I ran the mystery
shooter's partial plate.

And?

The 3 numbers I remembered don't match

a single registered sedan.

I think the plate was stolen.

So not only did we let
an innocent girl die,

but I can't even bring
her killer to justice.

Mary's making reward fliers
for any info on that vehicle.

We'll find something.

In the meantime, though,
we still live in Gotham,

where's there's still plenty
of justice to dole out.

Maybe this will take
your mind off things.

A vampire?

A wannabe vampire.

- You're not serious.
- That's kind of my point.

Lately, things have been
a little too serious,

and you could use the distraction.

Then bring me an old-fashioned bomber

or an arsonist or someone that

actually exists in the real world.

Apparently she does.
Okay. Nocturna is...

Nocturna? Was night-bite taken?

She seduces her victims,
drains their blood,

and leaves them for dead.

It's all very early 2000s.

Both victims were lured out of
clubs on the strip in old Gotham.

Crows are replacing every doorman,

so I thought we should
patrol the only other bar

in that neighborhood on that street.

It's a place called The Catch.

It's a janky, old fishermen's bar.

It's not really her demo,

but, um, what about Curse?

EDM. It's invite only.

Oh, oh! Curse. The...
yeah, yeah, right. Okay.

Yeah. I thought... I
thought you said, "Purse",

which is why I was like a club
called Purse? That'd be weird.

You have no idea what I'm talking about.

- Not a one. Nope.
- Cool. Ahem.

So does this mean you're suiting up?

I've always wanted to slay a vampire.

Got something.

One vic, female, bound, unconscious.

No sign of Nocturna.

Scratch that. Found her.

And I found you.

Vampire, Bat.

Screams duo to me.

- I work alone.
- I heard that.

Shh.

Flattered, but you're not my type.

But you're mine.

I'm a universal recipient.

Ohh! Unh! Agh!

Seeing double, losing
sensation in your limbs?

- Don't fight it.
- What... what... what did you do?

I've always wondered what
Bat blood tasted like.

Two, stay.

Right. Behind you.

Too bad, Batsy.

I do hope we get to
do this another night.

Okay. I'm reading your stats.

She injected you with a paralytic.

I got that.

And you have 6 Crows incoming.

I got that, too.

Gonna hit you with an adrenaline shot.

Takes about 30 seconds to kick in.

I don't got that.

Modulator now.

Copy.

Oh, my God! Are you okay?

Save her.

She's unconscious,
but she's still alive.

We've got medics coming.
We need to hurry.

Thank you.

Thought you said we needed to hurry.

You're gonna get my ass fired, so...

So?

So... next time, I'll
have to bring you in.

Which means there can't be a next time.

Understood.

- They could be anywhere.
- That way! You!

Keep your eyes open!

It's clear. I've got the victim.

Check the roof.

You heard her. Move out!

I'm more than happy to run your blood,

but you don't seem
like you have the flu.

I've been, uh, pulling all-nighters

doing real estate courses,
and it's like germs galore.

You know you can tell me anything?

Right, yeah.

So maybe these perceived
flu-like symptoms

are a manifestation
of the guilt you feel

for choosing Beth over Alice,

and even though Alice
miraculously survived,

you drew a line in the
sand that you can't erase,

forever altering the dynamic
between you and your twin.

Puhhh. You got all
that from a blood draw?

Kate, I'm serious.

Look. Beth deserved to live.

Do not think that there is not
one single minute that goes by

that I'm not remembering her.

Her warmth, her spirit...

Her laugh.

Okay. That's weird.

You have Special K in your blood.

Ketamine?

Want to tell me how that happened?

- I was partying pretty hard last night.
- Partying?

Someone must have slipped me something.

I thought you said you were
taking real estate classes.

I was. No one wants to learn
about zoning laws sober.

Thank you.

Kate.

The temporary paralysis was the result

of Nocturna injecting you
with an animal tranquilizer.

That's got to be her M.O.

It wasn't really an injection.

It was more like a
bite, nibble, lip thing.

- Do you mind?
- I'm just saying she had

actual fangs that delivered
the Ketamine.

You know, like, just when
she bit down on my lip...

Understood and moving on.

Since the encounter was so... intimate,

we may be able to get something
off the suit's UV detection system.

Behold. 600 watts of 95% UVA and 5% UVB.

Works great for fingerprints,

counterfeit money, checking
out motel bedspreads.

Eww.

Yet somehow, Nocturna
didn't leave a single trace.

Well, if we can't track her down,

maybe we can draw her out.

Please don't say blood drive.

We know she's targeting club goers.

Maybe your little black light

will come in handy after all.

- We're having a party.
- We're having a party.

Alice may be gone.

So is the city's trust.

We are hemorrhaging clients,

not because we're weak

or ineffectual or indecisive.

It's because for the
first time in 4 years

we have competition.

The city likes Batwoman

because she doesn't
subscribe to the rules.

It makes her entertaining.

She gets to dress up, cause
whatever mayhem she chooses,

and zip line away to
cheers and adoration.

That is not how protecting a city works,

and now... there is a new
predator on the streets...

Nocturna.

Let's find this
blood-guzzling serial killer

before Batwoman does.

Let's remind everyone
what real authority

actually looks like.

Like you never left.

You know anything about this?

Mary's Instagram page?

As little as necessary. Why?

She's posting about a grand
opening tonight at Kate's bar.

I thought it was still
several weeks off.

Probably not the best
night for an opening,

considering Nocturna's
targeting club goers.

You want me to go and
keep an eye on things.

You better get it.

d Na na na na na na na na d

d Better get it, girl d

d Na na na na na na na na d

d You better get it, girl d

d Na na na na na na na na d

d Better get it, girl d

d Na na na na na na na na d

d You better get it d

Mary's here.

Did we just lure a vampire to us

using a bar full of walking blood bags?

Theoretically, yes.

Technically, no.

Think of our high-res
facial recognition cameras

as a sort of digital garlic.

If Nocturna shows, we'll get her,

though so far the most
suspicious woman here

has 3 outstanding parking tickets.

- Oh. Uh, wow!
- What?

Is that Sophie?

d Na na na na na na na na d

d Better get it, girl d

d Na na na na na na na na d

d You better get it, girl d

d Na na na na na na na na d

Someone write my obituary

because I am dead!

Thanks, but I'm just blending in.

I'm here for work.

Well, you are definitely
working something.

Come with me.

So that's the Sophie, huh?

Yep.

She... broke up with you, right?

- Ahem.
- Because...

I'll be in the field.

Wow!

Sparkling water...

With a little vodka.

- Mmm. Mary...
- Hmm?

I'm working.

Oh, I know. So does
everyone else in here.

You need to chill.

I need to find Nocturna.

She drugged Batwoman last night,

nearly killed her.

- I didn't hear that.
- No one did.

Except you. I'm getting a
strong whiff of Earl Grey.

Spill.

I may have freed her before
my guys could bring her in.

- Really?
- Tell your dad,

and I'll kill you.

Oh, this tea is way too
enjoyable for me to squander.

Tequila, please.

Soph. Tch.

What? What?

You should...

No.

Sorry. Did I just totally
cut in between you guys

like the rudest person ever?

No. You're fine. We were just...

Hi. Elle.

Sophie.

Guess who almost wore
that exact dress tonight.

I'm glad I didn't. I would have felt

incredibly less than.

Oh. I'm sure you would
have looked great.

Oh, my God! Fantasia, hi!

Mary.

BRB.

So, Sophie, what do you do?

Base to Kate, we've
got a legit lead here.

Elle Scantlin, 28, dark
hair, arrest record,

and works in veterinary medicine.

Which means she has access to Ketamine.

Which one is she?

Well, she's...

The one all over Sophie right now.

Sir, I was just coming to find you.

We were able to grab the surveillance

footage from inside the warehouse.

- Do we know who Nocturna is?
- Unfortunately no.

Then I have a dozen other
things I need to be dealing with.

Sir, I'm the only one who
knows about what's on here.

If you choose to do nothing,

it can completely vanish,

but I do think you need to see it.

d If you don't want to see me d

d Did a full 180, crazy d

d Thinking about the way d

Sophie's just working her,

you know, just trying to
figure out if it's Nocturna.

Convincingly so.

d But look at where I ended up d

No one is that funny.

She seems to be a little funny.

So we can either sit here
and make a reaction video,

or you could go out there and figure
out who Elle Scantlin is yourself.

I'll look like a jealous ex.

Or a hero who catches a serial killer.

Pfft. You go if you're so eager.

You're Batwoman! I'm wearing

a glow-in-the-dark tie.

Uh-oh. Is Sophie doing
the nervous napkin fold?

Ooh. Smiling, blushing, folding.

You are never leaving
the Batcave again, okay?

Crows security, and
here you seemed so promising.

Take it you're not one of our clients.

My family used The
Crows when I was a kid.

I used to love having
Eddie walk me to school

and having the guys protect the house.

So what changed?

I grew up.

I realized they're
more of a status symbol

than actual protection,

and if I'm going to root for
someone who skirts the law

and lacks accountability,
it's gonna be Batwoman,

and the head-to-toe black
leather certainly doesn't hurt.

It's not leather actually.

It's bulletproof nanotech.

Supposedly nothing
like it on the planet.

Intimate details.

You two ever thrown down?

On the house.

Kate, hey.

Ahem. Thanks for the drink.

- I'm Elle.
- Kate. Hi.

Oh, dear.

Mary Hamilton, right? Andi Ostergaard.

- I follow you...
- Oh.

- Online, not in real life.
- Okay. Right.

So, uh, how do you two know each other?

We don't. We just met.

And we're already
having our first fight.

Batwoman... pro or con?

Batwoman? Ow! Hss.

Ooh. That is definitely
gonna leave a mark.

Oh, my God. Ahem.

Sorry. Blood makes me, uh... ohh.

Can I get some water?

Ahem.

I'm sorry. I'm a lightheaded blood wimp.

Everything okay, Kate?

I think so.

- Duty calls.
- _

Be careful with that knife.

- I will.
- I...

I drive an i8, the new one.

- Oh.
- Never really saw myself

as a Beemer chick,
but it's pretty sweet.

So you here with anyone?

- What?
- Mary.

Hey. I... I was waiting for you outside.

My bad. I thought that
you said by the bar.

Sorry. Are you guys...

- Together.
- Oh, my boyfriend's brother.

Okay. I'll let you two sort that out.

See you on socials, Mary.

Don't drink and drive. Ha ha ha! Okay.

Kind of went a long way to make clear

I'm not your boyfriend.

Does your tie glow in the dark?

- Yes, it does.
- I actually love that.

- It's not her.
- You're positive,

or you just got uncomfortable?

Who are you talking to?

- Kate.
- What?

No. Not you, Kate. I'm talking to Mary.

- Why are you talking to Mary?
- Why are you talking to Kate?

I thought you were her
real estate assistant.

Associate.

With a hidden earpiece

to direct line into his boss

at a club on a Saturday night?

Kate's... needy.

- Mm-hmm.
- I need you now.

I have to go. Sorry.

So strange.

- I'll call the GCPD.
- I got it.

Kate, we have a club
full of innocent people.

I said I got it.

Where is he?

- Where's who?
- Mouse.

Where are you keeping him?

No idea.

Then this was a waste of my time.

We should talk about what happened.

Talk? Why?

Do you think letting me
die on a linoleum floor

got lost in subtext?

I get it, Kate!

I mean nothing to you.

The Crows think you're dead.

You've got a second chance, Alice.

You had a second chance to save me,

and you didn't take it.

Instead, you chose a complete stranger.

Beth wasn't a stranger.

Don't you get it? She was you,

the kind, compassionate,
good version of you,

the version of you I
thought you could be.

The version who couldn't survive

despite everything you
did to keep her alive.

That's rich.

I guess this is the new normal now.

I hope she was worth it.

What did you tell me from the beginning?

Ha ha! "Don't let her
in your head, Alice.

She's changing you, Alice".

And what did I do?

Answer me, Mouse!

What... did... I... do?

Exactly...

My sweet... innocent Mouse.

I ignored you.

I said I was in control,

I was stronger,

I would win her back...

But I was wrong...

And my sister let me die.

You're right.

I mustn't let her get in my head.

I can't. Ha ha!

Why should I care what she thinks of me?

Why should I care if
she doesn't love me?

Ohh! Ohh!

What about Willow Martin? She
fits the physical description,

and she has a record.

Nope. She was live streaming
a concert last night.

Rhonda Chafino is a possibility.

Goth, arrived solo.

Found her puking Tequila
shots in the bathroom.

She's going through a breakup.

I'll add her to the no pile.

We gonna talk about this?

I know you called the police.

That's what people tend to do
when a serial murderer shows up.

We're currently in
the process of inviting

a serial murderer here now.

Nocturna's different. Okay. She...

What? You can say it.

She can't get to you the way Alice does.

Luke, whatever hope I
had for Alice is gone,

and no guilt trip that she
can put on me will change that.

Wait. Who is that?

Natalia Knight, 27.

Adopted by a Charles Knight,

who was a janitor at the
Gotham Cathedral Church.

He died of a heart attack two weeks ago.

Right before the killing started.

Natalia was born with a
unique type of... Porphyria?

Okay. She can't be exposed to sunlight,

and her kidneys have
trouble cleaning her blood.

That's why she needs fresh blood,

and if dad was her
caretaker and he died...

Then Natalia was left
to her own devices.

Got an address?

Nope, but I have Wayne's cameras.

Try to find out where they're going.

Look. You want to top
yourself off, be my guest,

but pretty soon, my check
engine light's gonna go off.

That's how this works.

You've seen my face.

And you've seen mine. Ha ha!

I don't want anyone to know I'm alive,

and you don't want anyone
to know what you look like,

so... get your fill, let me go,

and, um, no one has to be the wiser.

My fill, Alice, is every last drop...

So try to relax.

Adrenaline adds a nasty aftertaste.

You're making a big mistake.

Heard all the lines, sweetie.

No, seriously.

See, you are running around Gotham,

drinking gas station whiskey

when there is a beautiful...

$500 bottle of... Beaujolais

just sitting on the shelf.

Okay, Alice. You can color me intrigued.

We have Crows all over the strip

but no leads on Nocturna yet, sir.

I wonder if Batwoman has one.

You working with her?

With Batwoman? I've had
a few run-ins with her.

Have you ever helped her,
and has she helped you?

Sir, I assure you I'm a
Crow through and through.

You are the last person
I expected to see.

Where's Nocturna?

Wish I knew.

Unfortunately, I've
been a little tied up.

Have a good night.

Uh... hello?

Ooh, girl, you are a little
too drunk for those shoes.

You all right?

I'm fine. I just... I need.

Let met get your hair at least. Yeah.

Thank you. You're sweet.

Aah!

What did she inject me with?

Ketamine. It will wear off soon.

Lovely.

The rope she used on me was red.

I've seen colored ropes like this.

They're bell ropes.

- Bell ropes?
- From a church.

Every bell has a different color

like notes.

Luke, does Gotham Cathedral have bells?

Let me check.

Why did she start to fill
these up and then stop?

I don't know.

She's fickle.

She's meticulous.

She doesn't leave a victim
until they're bone dry.

I'm sorry that my being alive

continues to disappoint you.

You're hiding something.

Why didn't she kill you?

I told you.

I have no idea.

You should be dead.

I know, Kate.

You did everything in your power

to make sure of that.

Gotham Cathedral does have bells.

However, it's abandoned.
Hasn't held mass in over a year.

Headed there now.

Mary, Mary!

Hyah!

She's lost too much
blood. What's her type?

Uh, B-negative.

Oh. Looks like I drew the short straw.

You're A-positive, I'm
O-negative... universal donor.

I don't have a lot left.

It's been a bit of a day.

Should be enough to
get her heart started.

You can pull up a chair and
watch or go catch Nocturna.

If you so much as...

Kill her? Look at her.

It's me or nothing. Go.

Your little fantasy is over.

I think it's just starting.

For the record, killing people not sexy.

You see victims. I see kids

with perfect skin, perfect
kidneys, perfect lives,

who pollute their blood with every toxin

they can get their hands on.

- So they deserve to die?
- And I do?

I never even had a chance.

No!

Yes. I let her go.

Nocturna was on the premises,

and I thought Batwoman could help...

Help us? Do you have any idea

what kind of position
you put me in here?

Answer it.

Sir, it's not important.

I gave you an order!

Agent Moore.

Nocturna's on the roof

of Gotham Cathedral cuffed.

I have to go.

Sir, we could use the help.

Look. While you were in jail,

we practically turned
Gotham into a police state

in order to find Alice.

We have no accountability.

We're losing the public...

Enough!

Now I woke up today
thinking my biggest problem

was the masked vigilante
running around the city.

It turns out my biggest problem, Moore,

is that I no longer trust
my second in command.

You need to decide
whose team you're on...

Batwoman's or mine.

Now you take some time to think it over.

You're suspended.

Get out.

Hey. How are you doing?

I think I'm on a sugar high. Heh.

Do you remember anything
about last night?

I remember Nocturna drugging me

and then performing some
ritualistic blood sacrifice,

and then I passed out.

The next thing you know,
Batwoman brought me here

and gave me these.

I'm really sorry, Mary.

It's not your fault.

Not to mention, the idea of Batwoman

going into a C-store to buy
me cookies is semi-priceless.

Ha ha ha!

Do you know why Nocturna targeted you?

She said the blood from the Desert Rose

could cure her condition.

- Desert Rose?
- Yeah.

That super-rare cure-all that's

supposedly in my blood,

though I ran several
tests on my own sample

last week, and it didn't yield
anything extraordinary.

Uh, she knew about your blood.

Honestly, she can have it.

It's cost us all way too many problems.

Ahem. I will be back later.

Wait. You just got here.

How did Nocturna know
about the Desert Rose?

You mean, how did you
know that Nocturna knew

about the Desert Rose?

Because Mary is alive
because, uh, I saved her.

You sent her after Mary.

Of course I did. It
was Mary's life or mine,

and someone had to choose me for once.

If you want me to feel guilty, I don't.

I never will,

not after everything you've done.

Hmm. See, I don't believe you.

I think somewhere deep down

there's a teeny, tiny part of
you that's relieved I lived,

that you hadn't quite
failed at saving me.

And they call Nocturna a vampire

when all you do is feed off my guilt

like the parasite you are.

So you're saying that you feel guilty.

What's the end game, Alice?

Why'd you save Mary?

To prove to you

how stupid you were for letting me die.

Stupid?

Stupid was thinking that
my sister was redeemable.

Stupid was convincing
The Crows not to kill you.

Stupid was rescuing you
from the Gotham river,

convincing Dad that
I could get Beth back.

Stupid was thinking that you could

ever, ever possibly be worth it.

But maybe I don't want
you to give up on me.

Mouse only had two visitors...

you and a Dr. Campbell.

What do we know about this Dr. Campbell?

Figured you'd ask.

Hmm. Gotham's most
elite plastic surgeon,

20 years of lipo, rhino. Hmm.

Now this is interesting.

6 years ago, he took a sabbatical.

When he returned, divorced his wife,

started specializing
in facial reconstruction

of child burn victims.

6 years ago, hmm?

What a long and sad tale
you have, Dr. Campbell,

or should I perhaps call
you August Cartwright?

What do you think?

Is the caterpillar trying
to convince the world

that's he's a butterfly?

If so...

I will follow him to you...

My little Mouse,

and together...

We will pull off his wings.

Put a stake in her. She is done, Gotham.

Our local two-fanged
menace is en route to Arkham

thanks to Crows security.

Turns out they didn't need
a special undead division

for this bust because
Nocturna, AKA Natalia Knight,

is just your run-of-the-mill mortal

with a skin condition
and dental implants

that injected Ketamine into her victims.

- That said, she did do her damage...
- Ketamine?

You have Special K in your blood.

Ketamine?

- Wait.
- I need to find Nocturna.

She drugged Batwoman last night.

Uh-uh.

With a hidden earpiece to direct line

- into his boss?
- I have to go. Sorry.

Kate...

You are totally Batwoman.

I thought they banned this thing.

They did, but I couldn't exactly

slide into your DMs.

See, my boss found out
we've been working together.

Damn.

Yeah. Damn.

I have no idea who I am without my job.

I know the feeling.

I mean... I'm not even 30,

and I'm second in command of one

of the biggest security
firms in the country.

This is my dream job.

It's all I know. It's
all I've trained for. I...

It would be insane to
throw everything away for...

I... I get it.

I'll keep my distance.

Wait.