Batwoman (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Time Off for Good Behavior - full transcript

This is Dana Dewitt reporting live
on the scene with breaking news.

And breaking bones,
as Batwoman has taken the fight

to the False Face Society,
disrupting their supply chain

of the highly addictive
street drug, Snakebite.

This is the third
distribution center this

week that Batwoman
has targeted in her mission

to rid Gotham's streets of this scourge.

Who is Black Mask?

- I want a name.
- I don't know.

That's why we all wear masks.

You hear me, Black Mask?



You can hide your face
but you can't hide from me.

I am coming for you!

In a Channel 8 exclusive,
Batwoman laid down the law

and declared war on Black Mask.

And citizens of Gotham
have high hopes that she can succeed

where the GCPD
and the Crows have failed.

You stay here.

Where is she?

Mr. Kane, there's been
a misunderstanding.

- Where is my daughter?
- Please allow me to explain.

My daughter Beth called me
not one hour ago from this house.

- She said, "Help," clear as can be.
- It was all an insensitive prank.

I'm so embarrassed. I...

- Mr. Kane, your daughter is not in there.
- Beth? Beth?



Beth, are you in here?

Beth?

- Beth?
- Daddy?

You came for me.

- I knew you would.
- I'd never stop looking for you.

Never.

You pretty much broke the Internet
with this latest False Face takedown.

Only thing that would've gotten you more
likes is if you'd done it holding a kitten.

I have to point out that
you were literally holding a microphone

- and didn't go for the mic drop.
- Thought about it.

I wanted to stay on-message.

I think Black Mask heard it loud and clear.

You're still calling him that.
You haven't figured out his real name?

He told me Batwoman killed his daughter.

Seriously? That doesn't shorten the list?

There is no list.

Kate never killed anybody's daughter.

Don't forget, he also blames the Crows.
I assume next week it'll be Aquaman.

Damn.

- Wait, wait. Is your watch fast?
- Have you met me?

- I'm already late.
- For what?

Visiting hours.

- Thanks for coming.
- I hadn't heard from you in a bit.

Commissary account is down to nada.

Ten-minute phone call
costs 22 bones and change.

Damn. It was 11.50 when I was inside.

Welcome to the Edgewater
private prison system.

And 7 cents an hour pressing
blue jeans doesn't go as far as it used to.

But I know you didn't come here
because you missed being on the inside.

Tell me, what am I missing on the outside?

I'm helping to get
a community center off the ground.

The kind of place you and I would've loved.

You know, it gives kids a safe space
to go to instead of going into the system.

Open house is tonight.

Sounds nice.

- I wish I could get to see it.
- You could.

You could walk right out of here
if you just give up the ones

who actually pulled the trigger
on Commissioner Forbes.

Look, I know you took the fall
to keep me safe from False Face,

but I can protect myself.

You sure it's not Batwoman protecting you?

Is she your girlfriend now? You guys
are like super friends with benefits?

Trust me, it is not like that.

It never is until it is.

I'm late for my 7 cents an hour.

Thank you all for coming.

As you look around
and see all we have to offer,

know that none of it would've been possible

without the relentless
dedication of our volunteers.

Whoo!

And I know they wanted
to remain anonymous,

so I'll just say...

to Mary Hamilton and Ryan Wilder,
your secret is safe with me.

You women are superheroes.

- Keep smiling.
- That's what I'm doing.

Feel free to look around and see
all the activities we have to offer.

You'll find we've got everything here
from sports to after-school tutoring...

What about security?
Horten Spence. Gotham Gazette.

Well, Mr. Spence,
don't you think the kids around here

already have enough armed men
watching their every move?

Look, don't get me
wrong, I like what you're

doing, but this is a
rough neighborhood.

- The stats don't lie.
- If you want numbers, Mr. Spence,

how about a 10% drop in crime?

Or a 15% increase in graduation rates?

Those are the numbers
that neighborhoods see

when community centers
like this open their doors.

You aren't worried
about this place being a target?

For budget cuts maybe.

Despite doing so much, places like this
are always first on the chopping block.

Maybe the Gazette
could do a story about that.

- Good turnout.
- Oh, my God. Tell me about it.

I already have
to refresh the refreshments.

Wilder, I want you to meet Imani,
director of our tutoring program.

- Oh.
- Hey.

You certainly schooled
that reporter back there.

- I'm Ryan.
- I know.

I hear you'll be teaching
a martial arts class.

I actually hadn't gotten around
to roping her into that yet...

until now.

Saturday mornings. Think about it.

Look who needs a
refill. Me.

I'm hoping you're gonna say yes

because if you don't teach
martial arts, I have to,

and my roundhouse kick is a disaster.

Well, I figure it's the least I can do.

It's crazy. I can't help
but think how much a place like this

would've really made a difference
for my friends and I growing up.

Yeah, these places are so important,
especially for at-risk kids.

It's so easy for them
to fall through the cracks.

Yeah, I know.

I have a friend who's still falling.

Everybody down!

For those of you
not keeping up on current events,

how's this for a shocking development?

A community center
in Sheldon Park just got barbecued

by a man wielding what can only
be described as a lightning gun.

The media has dubbed him "Kilovolt."

And I don't know about you, Gotham, but
I'm hoping lightning doesn't strike twice.

"Kilovolt"? Based on the energy
needed to do that kind of damage,

- they're only off by a billion volts.
- That's your takeaway?

The nickname dropped a few zeroes?

My point being a weapon
with that kind of firepower

costs a lot more than
the building it was used to destroy.

It was more than a building.
That place was gonna make a difference.

Why take it out?
It's not like there was any money in it.

It's about to have even less money now.

Donors running for their lives
isn't the press we were looking for.

But it was the story the
press was looking for.

Don't you think it was weird, that
reporter asking about it being a target

- right before it became a target?
- What was the guy's name?

Horten Spence. He writes for the Gazette.

Not anymore he doesn't.

He was fired six months ago
for undisclosed reasons.

Okay. I get why he'd have
a grudge against the Gazette.

What does that
have to do with the center?

Only one way to find out.

I don't get it.

Yeah. Well, that makes two of us.

These are expense report records
from when I was chasing down leads

on Kate's whereabouts.
Two nights in Monaco,

a layover in Valencia,
a car rental in Madrid.

What's the problem?

I have no memory
of being in any of those places.

No judgment here,
but... were you drinking?

Well, I was searching for one ex,
having just been dumped by another,

so, yeah, alcohol was consumed.

But not that much.

But if you don't remember,
how do you remember it wasn't that much?

It would appear
the obvious explanation is the correct one.

Hey, don't beat yourself up.

Agent Pennyworth. I just got an
anonymous tip about a break-in at a farm.

The address matches a property
that once belonged to an August Cartwright.

What else did this tipster say?

Nothing, other than to pass
the message on to you and only you.

At least I think it's you.

Tipster said to pass the message
on to an "Agent Penny Dreadful."

Does that mean anything to you?

Unfortunately, it does.

I see you got my message.

Oh, the sad desperation
came through loud and clear.

Gotham's most deranged diva
reduced to making prank phone calls.

What's next? Ding-dong-ditch?

- How about Ghost in the Graveyard?
- Oh, you're not gonna kill me.

You'd just be lonely again.

I mean, that's why I'm here, isn't it?

With Kate gone, there's no one
who really cares about your every move.

I mean, the new Batwoman
doesn't give a damn about you anymore.

And that must drive you absolutely crazy.

Well, crazier.

What will Alice become
now that her sister is dead? Hmm?

It's the age-old question, isn't it?

"If a lunatic throws a tantrum in a forest,
will anyone hear?"

Gotham is not much of
a playground without a playmate.

I don't need a playmate.

I need a partner.

Your last overture at partners
ended with a knife in my gut, so...

Oh, I really need to work
on my negotiating skills.

How about this?

You help me and I'll
leave Gotham... forever.

Go on. Why would I believe you?

Because you would help me
in ridding myself of any reason to stay.

See, I need to find a particular associate
of our mutual friend, Safiyah.

She goes by the catchy
little pseudonym "Enigma."

Never heard of her. But if you want
her dead, she can't be all bad.

Actually, she's quite good at a...

certain skill that I require.

What would that be?

Hypnotism. Specifically, the ability
to erase memories, alter others.

Hmm. Looking to purge
our guilty conscience, are we?

Leave Gotham with a clean slate.

Something like that.

How do you even know
that this Enigma can do all that?

Because she's done it to me before.
It was a fluke that I found out really.

Enigma erased any trace
that she'd ever been there.

I suppose you could say that I forgot
to remember what she made me forget.

How is that even possible?

You can ask her when we find her.

Well, that's just it.

I think I already have.

- You wanted to see me, commander?
- Yeah. Come in, Dr. Rhyme.

Evelyn. Please.

I...

I just wanted to thank you
for taking time away from your practice

to lend your expertise
to our Snakebite task force.

My pleasure.

I read your report on what makes
Snakebite so incredibly addictive.

Though, I admit, I got a bit lost
in the medical jargon. Could you just...?

Could you just break it down
for a guy who doesn't have a PhD

in criminal psychiatry?

The drug attacks the hippocampus,

where the brain
stores memories and emotions.

It targets the memories
most associated with regret and remorse,

which result in a hallucination
that allows the user

to alter the circumstances
of those memories.

You get a do-over.

And what could be more addictive than that?
A chance to right our worst mistakes,

to erase our gravest
sins, even for a moment.

How long have you been
using Snakebite, commander?

What are you talking about?

Commander Kane...

if we're not honest with each other...

then this is just a
waste of both of our time.

Some False Face bastard
jumped me in my car.

Chloroformed me.
I woke up with an injector in my arm.

I guess since I've been railing
against Snakebite in the press,

they wanted to send me a message.

How could you tell?

Because I'm very good at my job.

And even if you've had just one dose...

you're gonna need my help.

- Sneaking out the back door?
- I'm just glad it's you.

- Said no suspicious dude ever.
- Expecting someone else?

Yeah. A guy packing
a handheld lightning storm.

- I'm sure you've heard of him.
- Yeah. So who is he?

- I don't know.
- But you know his schedule.

How did you know he was
gonna attack the center?

Because it's happened before.

Not by Kilovolt. He's
just the latest player

in a game that's been
going on for a while.

- I'm not following.
- Nobody is. That's the problem.

Community centers are being terrorized.

The Narrows Midnight Basketball
gets torched by an arsonist.

Diamond District Tutoring Center
gets shot up.

Anything that was a refuge for kids...

taken off the board.

Mm. I'm not seeing a connection.
They're all different MOs.

I'm telling you, the Sheldon Park attack
wasn't the first and it won't be the last.

We're talking about at-risk youth programs.

Not exactly the most threatening
institutions in Gotham.

What's the motive?

That's the question I was asking
when I was suddenly fired from the Gazette.

- Do you have any proof?
- As a matter of fact, I do.

After last night,
my editor has agreed to take another look.

Put him on here. Okay, up.

Okay.

Third-degree electrical burns.

See if the Crows left us
any mafenide acetate cream.

Cabinet, middle shelf.

- I'm gonna have to sedate him.
- But he'll make it?

I think so. Looks like his laptop
took the brunt of it.

Someone went to a lot of trouble
to destroy the evidence on this computer.

Which means there must be some truth
to the story he was trying to tell.

Figure out where that thing came from?

Well, it matches some tech being sold by
a shady Russian defense contractor.

The kind that doesn't
give up their client list?

We may not need it. I
got a partial print here.

The rest is hidden under the battery.

At least I think it's the battery.

Are you sure you should
be messing with that?

Relax.

Oh! Okay. I...

See? Nothing to worry about.

Uh-huh.

Let's find out who you are, Kilovolt.

Michael Kastrinos, aka Mickey K.

Got an address?

Yep. Cell Block J at Edgewater Prison,

where he's been locked up
for the last two years.

So you were in boring Madrid
filing boring paperwork

before taking a boring flight
back to Gotham.

From there,
I followed the trail to Bludhaven

where I eventually found Kate's remains.

Not according to your boarding pass,
which you apparently used as an itinerary.

Before heading to Bludhaven, you had
a meeting with a Dr. Evelyn Rhyme.

You don't remember that?

No.

Dr. Rhyme is a consultant
with the Crows' Snakebite Task Force.

Why would I want to talk to her?

What, say, you fly the nest
and ask Dr. Rhyme?

- What about you?
- She has a private practice on 6th.

And I'm feeling nosy.

See? We make a great team.

Oh, come on.

We aren't so different, you and I.

All we have in common
is that we both miss Kate.

There is one other thing.

No matter how much we both loved Kate,
she always chose someone else.

Oh.

Is that what you want Enigma to erase?

All those hurt feelings?

No.

I want her to erase...

the person who caused them.

It was my life's biggest regret,
my greatest failure, not saving Beth.

Not an hour goes by
that I don't think about it,

leaving my daughter to suffer in that cell.

That's why I can't shake off
this urge for another hit of Snakebite

because for another
few, fleeting moments...

I get to be the father I should've
been to her all those years ago.

Who else have you told about this?

- No one.
- Not even family?

My daughter Mary
is the only family I have left.

We're not exactly speaking.

Unfortunately...

there is nothing I can give you
to blunt the withdrawal.

But there is a way you can blunt the pain
of the daughter you lost.

How?

By focusing on repairing the relationship
with the daughter you have left.

Garcia, out on A-Block.

Garcia, out on A-Block.

You're my new lawyer?

I wanted to ask about the recent attack
on the Sheldon Park Community Center.

Who are you?

And the attempted murder
of Horten Spence.

I don't have to answer
any of your questions, bitch.

You already have.

He did it. Mickey K is Kilovolt.

He can't be.

The guy has a laceration
right where I sliced him. It's him.

Not according to the prison footage.

I'm looking at footage
from the nights of both Kilovolt attacks.

Mickey K is locked up in his cell.

Inmate 10,
you have a visitor, Cell Block A.

Inmate 10, you have
a visitor, Cell Block A.

Two visits in one week?

Aren't I the belle of the block?

I was wondering if maybe
you can help me with something.

The grapevine buzzing
about any recent prison escapes?

Any rumors of a secret way
in or out of here?

You think if I knew a way out,
I'd still be sitting here?

Why do you ask?
Thinking of busting me out?

You know I would do anything for you.

But the one thing I can't do
is convince you to punch your ticket out.

Come on, Ang.

The shooters were wearing
a hockey mask and a gas mask.

Give me the names
of the guys underneath.

If I tell you their names, I'm the
next one Black Mask puts a bullet in.

Batwoman can't be around
to protect me 24 hours a day.

But I can.

It's just you and me against the world...

like always.

I will never let Black Mask hurt you.

You're forgiven.

Does anyone else want to apologize
for the fact that for the last two weeks,

not a single viable dose
of Snakebite has been produced?

Anyone?

I got plenty of bullets to go around.

Sir. You can kill
as many of us as you want.

It won't change the fact that you wanted
to keep the Snakebite recipe a secret.

And now we've lost
the only two people who knew it.

Ocean disappeared weeks ago and
his little helper is locked away in prison.

Hmm.

You got to get her out.
You can't let Angelique rot in there.

I sent you the names
of those who gunned down Forbes.

I know. I got all six of your voicemails.
I'll look into the names.

No, I already did, okay?
They manage the Gotham Gun Club.

Is it hard to imagine guys who work
at a shooting range pulling the trigger?

- Okay. I'll run it down.
- And?

And if the story checks out,

I'll talk to the D.A.
about getting your girl sprung.

Hey.

This is from the night of the attack
on the community center.

And this...

is from two weeks ago.
Now check out the two hands of Solitaire.

They're identical.

Just like these surveillance tapes.
It's the same footage.

They just slapped a new time stamp
on it and instant alibi.

So is the prison trying to cover up

that he escaped and destroyed
the community center?

Worse. I think they let him out.

Our friend Mickey K here wasn't gonna be
eligible for parole for another decade.

Then, suddenly, the day
after the community center attack,

he was granted
a hearing for early release.

So...

I took the schedule
for recent parole hearings

and I matched it against Spencer's list
of attacks on community programs.

Guess what happened the day after the
Narrows Midnight Basketball was torched?

They paroled a serial arsonist.

Here's another big, wet kiss
from Edgewater's Parole Board.

This one, an armed robbery enthusiast
conveniently scheduled...

The day after the Diamond District
Tutoring Center got shot up.

Okay, okay. So someone from the prison
is letting out criminals for one night

to target community programs
in exchange for early parole.

And that someone...

is Edgewater Correctional
CEO Ellis O'Brien.

He personally intervened
and signed off on each early release,

all under the guise of
"time off for good behavior."

And he's on the board of Gotham Gazette.

Which puts him in a position
to get Horten fired

before he can find out
who's behind the attacks.

But I still don't get why.

Why would a prison company
want to destroy community programs?

It's exactly what Imani said.

These programs keep kids
from falling through the cracks.

But you know who profits
from the kids who do? Prisons.

Jake. Hey, buddy.

I'm sorry to barge in like this,
waving my Crows Platinum Client Card,

but I just needed to speak
to somebody I knew I could trust.

What's wrong, Roman?

I was doing a routine check
on one of my cosmetics stores.

Long story short, a search of one
of my employee's lockers turned up this.

That's Snakebite, right?

I didn't want to make a big thing
without knowing for sure.

I've heard of the stuff
but I've never actually seen it.

Is that the real deal?

Yeah. Yeah. It's the real deal.

Oh, wow. It's good I brought it to you.

I know you've been pushing
to get this stuff off the streets.

I just can't believe my own staff would...

I mean, I thought this was a kid drug.

But this stuff must really
be making the rounds, huh?

Listen, I've got things covered on my end.

Can you dispose of this? Make sure
it doesn't get into the wrong hands?

If it's as bad as you say, this stuff
could really ruin someone's life.

Yeah. I'll take care of it.

You're the best, Jake.

Oh. Dr. Rhyme.

Agent Pennyworth. How are you?

Stumped, actually. I was hoping
you could clear something up.

Last month, when I just returned
to Gotham, you asked to see me.

This is gonna sound strange,
but do you mind if I ask what we discussed?

It was a matter of some sensitivity.

Oh. Perhaps we should
discuss it in private.

Mm-hm.

Have a seat, Dr. Rhyme.

Or do you prefer "Enigma"?

- What did you do to me?
- Same thing I'm about to do.

Make you forget.

I got a lock on the CEO's phone.

He's working late at the site
of Edgewater's latest lock-up.

Surveying
your latest moneymaker?

Who's there?

I need a security team down...

Tell me. How much money
does the city pay you per prisoner?

Hundred and fifty a day.

You're raking in a couple hundred million
a year to warehouse people.

- There's nothing illegal about it.
- That's the problem.

All that means you'll be willing
to do anything to keep your cells filled.

That's why you sent Kilovolt
to fry the community center.

Any programs that kept at-risk kids
from ending up in one of your prisons

cut into your bottom line.
So you took them out.

All right. All right. You got me.
No need to get physical.

- So you're confessing?
- More like stalling.

Are you seeing this?

Three guards approaching from the west,
and I'm reading a big energy signal.

- That suit will protect her, right?
- Not against three lightning guns.

Nobody's home.

Looks like Black Mask
is tying up some loose ends.

I miss the electric chair,
but a firing squad should do.

Ready, aim...

fire!

You been holding out on me, Fox?

- I couldn't let you have all the fun.
- You know I had that, right?

I never had a doubt.

Do you like irony, Gotham?
I think Batwoman does.

For-profit prison CEO Ellis O'Brien
allegedly engineered a conspiracy

to sabotage community outreach programs

in a bid to increase incarceration rates
among the city's most at-risk.

And it seems O'Brien did increase
the prison population by one: himself.

Batwoman spilled the tea and journalist
Horten Spence spilled the ink.

Talk to me, Gotham.
Has Batwoman found her Lois Lane?

Daddy?

What brought you
to the good Dr. Rhyme's office?

That's why I can't shake
this urge for another hit of Snakebite

because at least for a few...

What did you do?

That was my life's biggest regret,
my greatest failure, not saving Beth.

Not an hour goes by
when I don't think about it,

leaving my daughter to suffer in that cell.

That's why I can't shake
this urge for another hit of Snakebite

because at least for a
few, fleeting moments...

I can be the father I should've been
to her all those years ago.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

As much as I want to forgive you...

forgetting is easier.

Apply the antibiotic twice a day
and change the bandages as needed.

Thanks.

Uh... My insurance doesn't kick in
for another few weeks.

I'm just glad you got your job back.
And I hear a big promotion.

All I have to toast with are lollipops.

But cheers.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I stopped by the med school,
your apartment, the Hold-Up.

- Then it hit me where I could find you.
- Busted.

- You got me.
- Mary...

Look, I don't care what you have to say.
I'm opening the place back up.

So if you want to stop me,
you'll have to arrest me.

I don't want to stop you. I want to
help you make this place a real clinic.

Hire real doctors. I'll even pay for it.

You know that there are some things
that you can't fix by writing a big check?

What possible objection could you have
to making this place legit?

Because it goes against
the very reason I started the clinic, okay?

I don't ask for ID. I
don't require insurance.

I don't report ODs
or non-violent criminal behavior.

I opened up this place to serve
the people that you don't see as legit.

Come on, you haven't even
finished med school.

And yet, yesterday, I saved a guy's life.

You know, for the first time
since Kate died, I don't feel hollow.

I feel like what I did mattered,

that I can make a difference
in this crappy city.

And you want to take that away from me.
And for that, I will never forgive you.

Hey.

I heard you put in
for a transfer to Berlin.

I did.

- It seems sudden.
- I know.

I just woke up this morning
and knew that's what I wanted to do.

It just feels right, you know?
Too many memories here in Gotham.

Hmm.

Take care, love.

I just wanted to make sure you had a copy.

Ah. I'm glad the place
is getting some good press.

Yeah, the phones have been lighting up
with donations and volunteers.

That means I'm off the hook
for teaching martial arts?

I hope not because I already
signed up for your class.

Excuse me.

So this is all happening very quickly...

but the D.A. signed
off on Angelique's deal.

A WITSEC team is moving her
into protective custody as we speak.

- Thank you.
- No. Thank you for getting her to talk.

Now, until we can take down Black Mask,
Angelique's gonna be off the grid.

It might be a while
before you can talk to her again.

You came for me.

I knew you would.

Crows treating you okay?

They're definitely more agreeable
chauffeuring me around.

- Thanks for getting me out.
- You got yourself out.

With a little push.

I don't know how you did
18 months inside, Ry.

I thought I understood what you sacrificed
for me by going in.

Not even close.

But now that I do, I want to say
thank you and that I love you so...

Ang?

♪ We're getting higher
We're gonna fly, till we touch the sky ♪

- No.
- What's going on? Angelique?

♪ We're gonna shine till we catching fire
We're gonna fight, eye of the tiger ♪

- No, no, no.
- What is going on? Angelique?

- No, no.
- Angelique?

Angelique, talk to me. Angelique?

No, no, no.

♪ And everybody's gonna know ♪

♪ We're coming, coming for ya
And everybody's gonna know ♪

Angelique?

Angelique?

♪ Know ♪

♪ Know ♪

♪ Know ♪