Batwoman (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - Initiate Self-Destruct - full transcript

Previously on Batwoman:

Quite frankly, the
makeover this city needs

comes from an ugly
I've never seen before.

I love you so...

We are going to get Ang back, okay?

I killed Ocean and I felt nothing.

I'm alive and very pissed off.

Angelique. Where is she?

Wave hello to your fans, Angelique.

I need you to watch as these two let me go.

You teaming up with Sophie
like this? It's a bad idea, okay?



She's gonna figure out who you are.
She's smart.

- I'm missing my Batsuit.
- Oh, my God.

Masks have taken on
various meanings over time.

Deceit, disguise, cheap entertainment.

But as Jung once said, "We all wear masks."

Both to create an impression upon others,

but also to hide our own true natures.

Good evening, Mr. Sionis.

♪ Will you follow me into the dark? ♪

♪ Will you follow me into the dark? ♪

It's absolutely beautiful.

Mm. Well, making people look their best
is my specialty.

I think this just so happens
to be my masterpiece.

For generations, every Sionis
has had a replica mask...



decorating their casket.

I exhumed this one from the coffin
of my dearly departed daughter.

Once dead, now on the verge of rebirth.

My name is Kate Kane.

No. No.

Dr. Rhyme, if you would.

Ms. Kane,
our therapy has come to an end point.

On my cue...

you will remember nothing
of your life before today.

Your only memories
will be those of Circe Sionis.

No.

No.

No!

I must warn you, Roman,

while psychologically and behaviorally
she is your daughter,

there was nothing I
could do about her voice.

Her larynx was damaged by your men during
the kidnapping and subsequent torture.

Mm.

♪ Will you follow me? ♪

What the hell, Dad?
Why am I wearing this I mask?

Don't you remember, sweetheart?

You were in a terrible fire
when you broke out of Arkham.

- Still feels a little fuzzy.
- Mm.

Well, things will become
more and more clear as the days pass.

The important thing is
now that you have this mask...

no one will ever hurt you again.

You're a little late for turn-down service.

Where is he?

Yes.

Agent Tavaroff.

Heard a rumor you got
a DNA sample from the Bat.

I'll verify your rumor if you verify mine.

Word is you were pretty
tight with the last one.

What's your point, Russell?

You could save the lab a lot of trouble
if you could give us the name of this one.

How many rape kits have to go
to the back of the line

so you can make a big splash
to boost your career?

The commander know about you
squandering resources like this?

He's the one who signed off on it actually.

Commander.

Moore. What can I do for you?

I know how you feel about vigilantes, sir.

But instead of wasting our time
with Batwoman,

shouldn't we be trying to figure out
who Black Mask is?

Well, we were.
And Batwoman got in the way of that.

Ruined our undercover operation and
cost us a chance to take down Black Mask.

She's on our side, commander.

If that were true, she wouldn't
mind being on a first-name basis.

Is that the real reason
you're doing this? Trust?

Or is it because every time you see her,
you think of Kate?

Get out of my office, Moore.

Excuse me?

You think a little fling with my daughter
five years ago

gives you permission to tell me
how to do my job?

Sir, I didn't mean to overstep...

Get out of my office now.

Yes, sir.

Why are you making me relive this?

Black Mask kept tabs on his cookhouses
with a video feed.

Allowed him an eye on the cookie jar
without getting his hand caught in it.

Smart, right? Wrong.

That allows me to
track the Internet traffic.

We can track the camera's IP address

to get the location
where Angelique is being held.

I'm not just a pretty face here, people.

Send those coordinates to the Batmobile.

I'm not sure that's gonna be your first
stop. Somebody turned on the Bat-Signal.

Hi.

It's not a pager. Little busy here.

Unless you want to give me
your name and number...

Uh-huh. What do you want?

First off, lose the 'tude.
I'm doing you a favor.

I thought you should know the Crows are in
the process of extracting your DNA profile

from blood splatter
found at the Snakebite facility.

Once they have that, they're gonna
upload it to the national DNA registry.

Of course, they'll need something
to match it against, so you should be good.

Unless, of course,
you've ever been in the system.

Anything you want to tell me?

Other than "You need
to destroy that sample"?

It's already being processed.

They'll have the profile in a few hours.
Arrest warrant won't be long after that.

I better use what time I have left to save
the one person who had the guts

to testify against Black Mask.

Remember her?

The one the Crows were supposed to protect?

Wait.

I can't make any promises
about the sample, but I'll do my best.

Let's hope that's enough.

Am I close? We don't have a lot of time.

We took a group vote.
You need to come home.

What are you talking about? Angelique
is being held somewhere in this dump.

And while we appreciate
that she's a former flame,

Sophie just dropped an A-bomb. We need to
figure out how to preserve your identity.

We will once I find Angelique.

Didn't Sophie just say
we only had a couple more hours?

- Yeah, so I gotta be quick.
- I'm just gonna say it.

Finding Angelique is not worth
throwing the Bat legacy down the drain.

Excuse me?

Look, I'm just saying
you can't have both.

Black Mask is using Angelique
to cook Snakebite, right?

He went through a lot of trouble,

so I highly doubt he'd kill off
his golden goose right off the bat.

Priority number one should be saving
the future of the symbol,

for your sake and the city's, and then...

How about this? You two call Sophie.

Y'all put your heads together
and save my future.

I'll be here kicking some
False Face ass, saving my past.

I'll check in later.

Stop!

The hell is this? Barbecue for one?

Batty. What brings you here?

Oh. Was it the odor?

Honestly, I've been at this so long,
I can hardly smell it.

- Why are you here?
- The False Face kidnapped a friend.

So I've been popping
by their known hideouts,

seeing if someone
would be willing to spill his location.

I'm looking for someone they kidnapped too.

Really? Her name
wouldn't happen to be, I don't know...

"Angelique," by chance?

How do you know that?

Well, according to
Mr. Extra-Crispy over here,

when Angelique
couldn't conjure up the

special sauce that
gives Snakebite its bite,

Black Mask took her phone
and used it to track down the actual chef

who does know all 11 herbs and spices.

- You're talking about Ocean.
- Mm-hm.

I thought you killed him.

Well, that's completely
besides the point.

Which is?

Angelique and Ocean
are apparently being held

at a place that is more
fortified than this one.

And quite frankly, I need back-up.

By which I mean someone to stand behind
so that the bullets don't hit my visage.

Damn.

You're crazier than
everyone already thinks.

Well, enemy of my enemy.
Doesn't that mean...?

That you're still the bitch
who murdered my mom.

Touché. But I'm also the bitch
who knows where our beloved cooks are.

The only one who knows, as of now.

And as much as our dearly departed
was forthcoming about their location,

he wasn't as clear about
how long they'd stay alive.

Apparently, Black Mask
just wants them to spill the recipe.

So the clock is tick, tick, ticking.

What do you say? Partners?

That silence sounds like a firm yes.

You cross me and you don't have to worry
about bullets killing you.

Okay.

Oh, goodie. I've always wanted
to ride the Batmobile.

♪ Doesn't matter which way we go
We were born to tell lies... ♪

♪ All I need is burn out gasoline... ♪

Ooh. What does this button do?

It pisses me off.

- Don't make me hit the ejector seat.
- That exists?

- You want to find out?
- Kind of.

♪ Just get on and... ♪

Initiate self-destruct? Cool.

Hey.

This is a rescue mission,
not a school field trip.

Stop.

You agreed to this team-up quickly,

which tells me that this Angelique
must be very near and dear to your heart.

- You want to tell me where I should turn?
- Keep going straight.

Which I'm guessing
you didn't do with Angelique.

Come on, you can tell me everything.
Who emoji'd who first?

I'm dying to know how a drug chef
stole Batwoman's heart.

We are not doing this.
We are not getting to know each other.

Everything I need to know about you
is written on my mama's grave.

Okay.

Can I help you?

Commander Kane just wanted an update
on the Batwoman sample.

Yeah? He's not the only one.

Agent Tavaroff was
just here checking on it.

Don't worry.
I'm gonna babysit this thing the whole way.

How long until it's ready?

Not much longer.

Bleh. You know we're gonna have
to deep-clean the Batmobile now.

Oh, I am well aware.

Based on the trajectory, they're headed
somewhere along the waterfront.

I get the appeal of Angelique or whatever,
but how desperate are we?

I mean, Alice? Alice? Really?

- Do we even know this isn't a trap?
- Nope.

Tell me you destroyed it.

I can't. Too many eyes. We need a plan B.

Sophie, no. Every plan involves
you destroying the damn sample.

Look, my entire office is acting like
they're sitting on the nuclear codes.

I'd have an easier time
swiping records out of Area 51.

There are only 78 more minutes
till they get her profile.

Then they're gonna upload it
to the national DNA database and...

And if she's ever been entered in there
for any reason ever, such as an arrest,

they're gonna get a match, and the
whole world will know Batwoman's identity.

I got to go. Bye.

How do you know False Face
was telling you the truth?

Well, it's hard to lie through your teeth
when they've all been yanked out.

Everybody ready for their close-up?

An Idiot's Guide to Making Snakebite.
Take one.

And... action.

Take two.

There will not be a take three.

One sentry. Looks like they're trying
to keep a low profile.

I want to see.

Why don't I get any Bat toys?

Can I at least have the Batarang?

Okay, you draw him out, I'll take him out.

- Think you can handle that?
- Sure.

- What the hell are you doing?
- What you asked.

I told you to draw him
out, not draw him to us.

I delivered.

Your move, lover girl.

- See? That worked out splendidly.
- There they are!

You might want to give
me that Batarang now.

Hey!

- Got you a present.
- Mary, kind of busy right now.

- I can't do this...
- It's not from me.

It's from someone who knows
how hard you are to shop for

and he got you this.

It's a targeted kill drive.

Your lab is turning Batwoman's DNA evidence
into a bunch of ones and zeroes,

and that guy will rearrange those
ones and zeroes, making it unreadable.

Didn't know you were
on Batwoman's payroll as well.

Oh. Uh... Huh?

No, Luke just asked me as a favor.

We hang out casually as friends.

Uh-huh...

Yeah.

So according to the Bat Team,

if I use this device when
the file is transmitted

to the DNA registry, it
won't match anything?

- Yeah.
- That's pretty clever.

So did Luke include an instruction manual?

No, but he is available for tech support.

You just have to plug
that little cutie into any

computer in the building
with tier one access.

Tier one access?
There's only one person with that.

Your dad's been holed
up in there for hours.

How the hell do you expect me
to get him to leave?

Why do you think I'm here?

We make a shockingly good team.
And by "we," I mean your car and I.

Where are the cooks being held on the boat?

Because I'm gonna tell you?

Your bad. She was the nice one.

- Where are the cooks?
- Upper deck! Upper deck.

If they were harmed in any way, I swear
to you on my headless mother's grave...

He just passed out.

Oh, my God. You love him.

I just kicked him for no reason.

Not him. Ocean.

Ocean? What? No.

Is that your boyfriend?

I drove a knife through his heart.

- Well, for you, that's not enough.
- Oh, that's true.

I had a bit of a breakthrough
at yesterday's therapy session.

Although, it would appear
all the unresolved feelings I have for him

that I thought I resolved
in killing him are,

as of yet, unfortunately,
still on the table.

Last night's steamy tryst
made it all the more confusing.

That's why you needed my help,
to make sure he makes it out of this alive.

Follow me. Stay close.

Almost through with the cook, sir.

I have to admit,
I'm quite pleased with the performances.

Nuance is everything these days.

Slow down.
Buy ourselves as much time as possible.

We've got a perimeter breach
at the North Dock.

- What is it?
- Apparently, we got company.

Looks like Batwoman.

What?

And she's with that bitch, Alice.

Need backup at the North Dock now.

How will we pass the time?

Quietly would be my first choice.

I like you.

You're fun but mean.

Are you sure this Angelique chick
is good enough for you?

She is. Thank you for your concern.

Is she though? I mean,
city hero, drug dealer.

Doesn't exactly
scream "royal wedding."

You asking for a friend?

Or are you asking
because you accidentally

have feelings for someone
and it terrifies you?

Because how could
anyone ever love a monster

who watched her gang kill a woman
and not even wonder her name?

- Obviously, asking for a friend.
- Uh-huh.

Angelique was the only person
in our group home who ever had my back.

I see.

So you were plucked away like the Little
Orphan Annie while she was left behind.

It's why you're so determined
to save her now, isn't it?

Guilt.

Where have I heard that before?

Your predecessor
was obsessed with saving me.

She couldn't accept reality and move on.

Poor thing didn't realize
until it was too late.

And then she died.

Just a little piece of advice
from an antihero to a hero...

you can't save everyone.

Not without losing who you are.

Let's go.

They're at the North Dock.

If you really wanna know who I am,
you should know this about me.

I am someone who never forgets.

- What are you doing?
- Oh, don't worry.

I'm gonna save Ocean... from you.

I am going to make sure
he knows exactly what you are.

And cut.

That's a wrap.

Batwoman to Batcave.
I'm in, but...

I kind of got a maze situation going here.

Uh... Head to the left. There should be
a stairwell in the northeast corner.

Copy.

- Hey.
- Hey.

The lab is about to upload Batwoman's DNA
to the mainframe. Talk me through this.

As soon as the file is uploaded,
click on Batwoman's profile.

It'll shred that baby to high tech ribbons.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Let's hope this was worth the wait.

And they're starting the upload now.

Okay. Here it comes.

- Oh, no.
- What? What happened?

It's not just Batwoman's file.

They're uploading DNA profiles
from dozens of Crows investigations.

- You can't single hers out?
- That's the problem.

They made the file labels numbers
for anonymity.

There are no names.
Meaning there's no way to tell them apart.

The only way to get Batwoman's
would be to corrupt them all.

How serious are these cases?

This being Gotham, we can be
damn sure it's not for jaywalking.

If we did this, we wouldn't
just be protecting Batwoman,

we would be protecting
rapists and murderers.

We can't do it, Luke.

What about Batwoman, Sophie?

The results will be back in minutes.
What are we supposed to do?

I might have an idea.

What is this?

Guess who passed the health
inspection with... flying colors.

Last time we spoke,
I got the distinct impression

you had no interest in
legitimizing this place.

I didn't, but I do care about staying open
and you keeping your guys out of my hair.

So consider this a compromise.

Well, I'm impressed.

We've got up-to-code storage,
certified nurses and doctors.

Sad to say, that leaves me
inside most days doing paperwork.

- You okay?
- Hm?

- You're sweating. Here.
- Yeah, no. I'm, uh...

I'm fine.

So what happens if someone walks
in with a gunshot wound

that you're supposed to report to GCPD?

Well, I do what the regulations say.

I fill out this thingy
and I fax it to the GCPD,

using this ridiculous monstrosity, which
I'm pretty sure is twice as old as I am.

It's an oversight?

Uh, well, no one ever taught me
how to send a telegraph,

or a fax or whatever they are.

And there's nothing in the regulations
that requires me to hire an IT guy.

So you figured out your work-around.

Compromise works both ways.

Well, then, as far as I'm concerned, you're
clear to open shop. I need to get going.

Wait, wait, wait, seriously?

You do get that we're basically treating
and harboring potential criminals here.

If it means you'll start
taking my calls again,

I don't need to know
that thing is not plugged in.

I'll talk to you later.

Huh.

Well, that worked.

Where's Batwoman?

Finally, a member of this lame society
who's actually trying.

Love this. Is it oak?

You can find her on the deck.

I'll be back for you.

Looking forward to it.

Okay. A few more minutes and the world
will know the name behind the Bat.

Dibs on arresting her ass, by the way.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

All righty. Who's ready for this?

Betting windows are closed.

The identity of Batwoman 2.0 is...

none found.

What the...?

This is BS.

- How can she not be in the system?
- Uh-oh.

Did someone send out invites to a party
before they found out if there was a party?

What are you looking at? Back to work.

Tell Batwoman she's good.

What did you do?

It's handled. That's all that matters.

Now I got to delete my digital footprint so
the commander never finds out about this.

You don't have to kill us.
We can make as many batches as you want.

She's right, man.

Watching a how-to
video isn't the real thing.

There's a million variables:
potency of the fear toxin, mushroom...

What the hell, man?

Stop.

Wait. You don't want to do that.

What? This?

- How did you find us?
- Your girl Ryan sends her love.

- Can he walk?
- Go without me.

Dude, no. You're coming with us.
Come on, come on.

Hey, you're gonna get out of here.

Find that girl you won't
shut up about, okay?

Yeah, go find your girl.

You guys take the back.

Keep your eyes up.
There's False Face everywhere.

Hey, hey.

- Thank you.
- Come on.

They're not leaving here.

Yes, they are, unless
you can get through me.

♪ We forgot it away ♪

♪ We're trapped in a dream ♪

♪ Pain ♪

♪ And who we choose to ♪

♪ Blame ♪

♪ Are you on your own ♪

♪ Or stuck here with me ♪

♪ We could have never met ♪

♪ Start it again ♪

♪ Go back to the water ♪

♪ Start it again ♪

♪ The blood on the altar ♪

- Thank you.
- Never leave a woman

who's been in captivity
half her life alone with a hair pin.

Help me.

Good luck with that.

I remember your mom.

Cora, I remember her.

Short hair, purple sweater.

I lied about forgetting her.

Now help me, please.

Like you said, "Can't save everyone."

What?

Oh, my God.

Hey, check it.

It's amazing what a little paint
and six-figures worth of permits

and doctor salaries will do, right?

Yeah, it's...

Wow. Nice.

Hey, have you noticed anything strange
about your dad lately?

What do you mean?

I mean his demeanor.

Any mood swings, health issues?

He seemed fine when I saw him today.

I mean, he signed off on the place.

He even saw the fax machine.

What fax machine?

The one that's not plugged in,

that keeps us from having to report
our patients to the authorities.

He signed off on that?

Your dad?

Yeah.

Why are you asking me all these questions?

I found this in his office.

He probably seized it on a bust.

Wouldn't it be in Evidence then?

What are you saying? It's his?

Your dad blew up at
me today out of nowhere.

He kicked me out of his office.

Then I found this a few hours later.

I'm sorry, it just sounds like my dad.

Soph, you can't be serious.

You should talk to him, Mary.

My dad is not doing Snakebite.

Then it should be a short conversation.
But I really think you need to have it.

I thought you'd never want to see me again.

Ryan, don't.

♪ We knew that this was coming ♪

Don't what?

Apologize.

I told you, that you'd be protected
if you ratted out Black Mask.

You almost died because of me.

No, I almost died
because that's what I signed up for.

To make a lot of money,
to feel like I mattered,

and to know that everything
could be ripped away at any moment,

including my life
and all the people I care about.

It's my fault.

♪ ...to realize ♪

Then let's start over.

Putting all of this behind us.

♪ In another life ♪

Come into witness protection with me.

- What?
- I made a deal with the Feds.

Everything I know about False Face
in return for my protection. It's real.

I trust them.

Where are you gonna go?

Come with me and find out.

There is nothing holding us back now.

Say something.

My life is here.

Here?

Gotham sucks. It swallowed
us whole and spit us out, right?

But what if it could suck less?

How? The city is a cesspool.
Look out the freaking window.

There are ways to fix it.

♪ ...get it right in another life ♪

Like the community center I'm working on.

Ang, what if kids like us didn't have
to grow up in the same city we did?

I never deserved you, did I?

Are you kidding me?

You changed my life.

♪ It's hard to say ♪

I'm gonna miss you, Ry.

♪ So hard to say ♪

♪ Goodbye ♪

Me too.

♪ In another life ♪

♪ It's always hard to say goodbye ♪

Pretty swanky place you got here
for a guy who slings dope in the streets.

Alice, delusional leader
of the defunct and failed Wonderland Gang.

Charmed, I'm sure.

I'm not.

Why is she getting fleas on my furniture?

She was with Batwoman
during tonight's siege.

- Figured you'd appreciate a face-to-face.
- Hmm.

Nah, just kill her.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I
didn't even do anything.

I was chained to a
pipe most of the night.

Actually, there is one thing
she has that could be of interest.

Dump her in the cellar.
I'll deal with her tomorrow.