Batwoman (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 14 - And Justice for All - full transcript

You...

How are you...?

Your eyes.

You have our father's eyes.

Kate.

Who?

Kate, it's me, Alice.

Shh. God, you talk a lot.

I come bearing concealer.

Oh, my God.

Circe.



You brought my Circe back to me.

You've earned your freedom.

Go.

I think I should stay.

You know, make sure the skin
sticks to the musculature.

I don't want dear...

Circe to prune.

I run a cosmetics empire. She'll be fine.

You, on the other hand,
will be minus one tongue

should you utter a single word
of what you've seen here tonight.

My men will see you out.

- Daddy.
- Hmm.

She's kind of creeping me out.

Yes. We're all confused.



Why are you still here?

Consider me a memory.

What is this, the Smurf edition?
It's supposed to be red and yellow.

Cooks made modifications.

Damn, bitch.

Call me a bitch again!

On second thought...

Hello?

I just wanna help you.

Okay?

No judgment.

When Jesus talked about
those who eateth my flesh,

I'm pretty sure this is not what he meant.

A cannibalistic churchgoer
tried taking a bite out of a bat last night

after gnawing a hole
through a fellow parishioner.

Talk to me, Gotham.

How many of these zombified zealots
are out there?

Because I, for one,
am hoping this was their Last Supper.

♪ All the love in the world can't be gone ♪

♪ All the need to be loved can't be wrong ♪

♪ Boogie wonderland ♪

Thank you so much. That money
will go directly toward a new computer lab.

You see this?

In person.

- I'm never eating spaghetti again.
- This wasn't at the church.

A disemboweled body
was found at Amusement Mile this morning.

So, what, there's more than one
flesh-eating zombie in this city?

I think we should wrap it up
and go figure this out.

Oh, hell no.

Let the GCPD deal with that.

Look, Black folks and horror do not mix.

Okay. Some woman
donated a literal basketball court.

Look at you, making it rain
with other people's money.

- What's up, Imani?
- Hey. How's your mom?

My mom?

Because she broke her
ankle last night at work,

which is why I took you to her office
so that you can drive her car home.

Right. Sorry. Mom's fine.

- You know, rest, ice, compress, elevate.
- Good.

- Good. Ryan made it sound way worse.
- I'm sure she did.

Anyway, I should go schmooze.

Maybe there's a tennis court
somewhere in here.

Thank you.

- You look cute.
- Thank you.

I had to bail on Imani last night.

Yeah, I got that. Weird lie though.

What the hell is this?

You're blocking a hydrant.

Thank you.

All right. Whatever. Let's just do this.

How did Kate date?

Terribly. Why do you think
she was so broody all the time?

Okay. But I don't brood.

So we're gonna have
to figure something out.

Well, welcome to the glamorous life
of double identities.

Most people you care about
are only gonna get to know one of you.

So either step up your lying game
or get your brood on.

Welcome, officers.

- Can I help you?
- Got a call about a noise complaint.

What is this?

It's a fundraiser
for the Sheldon Park Community Center.

Explains it.

- Explains what?
- Why you people are so loud.

"You people"?

Need to see
a permit for the noise.

I'm the manager. Is there a problem?

- They want a permit.
- We don't have a permit. It's a bar.

- We're allowed to be open.
- According to her, it's a fundraiser,

so if you don't have the proper paperwork,

you got two choices:
You can shut it down

or you can pay a $2500 fine
and a mark on your liquor license.

Really?

This is Gotham freaking City.

There isn't a bigger
crime happening right

now besides a bunch
of Black and brown folks

dancing to pop hits?

Okay. Officers, it's not a big deal.

We are more than willing
to turn the music down, so...

We don't have to turn anything down.

The music has been the same level
it always has been.

And we apologize for that.
Ryan? Okay. So we're fine. We're cool.

- Thank you.
- Screw that, Luke.

They came in here because God forbid too
many of us gather together in one place.

- Ma'am, calm down.
- Don't touch me.

- What are you doing? Get off of me!
- Hey.

Stop it!

Oh, my God! Stop!

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed for you by the court.

What is all this?

Party's over.

I can see that.

Where's the manager?

In a paddy on her way downtown.

What?

What happened here?

I said the party's over.

Got it.

Apparently for noise
and capacity violations.

Okay. Well, I assume
the security cameras will confirm.

Are you accusing me
of falsifying my report?

That's a lot better than what
I should be accusing you of right now.

There's no need to get aggressive.

Aggressive?

I'm a Crow who knows
what she's talking about.

Look...

quit wasting my time
or I'll have you removed.

I would love to see how
that works out for you.

- Do you know Mary's cell?
- No.

- What about the clinic?
- No.

Who knows people's
numbers by heart anymore?

Do you think that's
helping anything?

Excuse me, Mr. Pardon Us, Officer,
We'll Turn the Music All the Way Down.

Okay. What would you like
to say to me right now?

- We could've used your backup.
- Yeah, I was your backup.

But, no, excuse me for trying
to defuse the situation peacefully.

Peacefully? That's a privilege.

A privi...

A privilege, okay.

Ryan, you think that growing up
with rich white kids

taught me how to play nice.

But it taught me how to keep my head down.
There is a difference.

I don't just run into fights
when I know I can't win.

Okay. How about we
just focus on getting out?

Yeah.

Sophie. I can
call the Crows hotline.

Yeah, that's definitely going to voicemail.

What?

What is happening to me?

Hey! Hey, hey, hey.

- Shh, shh.
- Back off!

Something's wrong.

I don't know you, but for some reason
I just wanna eat your face off.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I don't know what's
happening to me. Just run.

- What?
- Go, run! Go! Get out of here!

How did I just do that?

Easy, brother.

Oh, my God. Listen, I took a Snakebite
and it did something crazy to me.

I need medics in the
alley off Grand Avenue.

- I need help.
- I'm not gonna hurt you.

Just wanna help you through this.

- Did you tell him you were a Crow?
- Yup.

- He didn't believe me.
- Damn, even the Crow card didn't work?

Hey, for the record, I
wasn't playing a card.

He needed to know
that I knew what I was talking about.

Okay. But we all know
if you had been wearing your uniform,

you wouldn't be with us right now.

And we all know if you
hadn't touched a cop,

he'd have no reason
to play the assault card.

Are you saying it's my fault I'm in here?

No, but in the cop's mind, it is.

It's like whenever I think
we're getting somewhere,

you remind me you will
always be a Crow first.

These conversations
are always so awkward, Dr. Rhyme,

but I think it's time that I moved on,
you know, found a new therapist,

someone who actually
had my best interests in mind.

Someone who would mention
in my therapy sessions

to erase my sister from my memory
that she's actually alive.

And not only alive,

but brainwashed by you

into believing that she's some dead girl
named Circe Sionis.

Needless to say, Dr. Rhyme...

you're fired.

Now I couldn't tell you about Kate,
Roman would've tortured me to death.

I was...

- I was hedging my bets.
- Oh.

So it's, uh... It's Roman that
you're afraid of?

Tell me how to break the spell
so I can get Kate back.

It's not that simple.

But I merely grazed Ocean's arm and
all my memories of him started to return.

Because I simply removed Ocean
from your subconscious.

Your sister underwent days
of uninterrupted hypnosis.

For her to embrace
another persona, I had

to shatter her psyche
into a million pieces.

Help me not to kill you right now.

Find me something of hers.

Something simple.

Something uniquely Kate Kane
that will rattle a core memory.

Bring it to me...

and we'll go from there.

Is this necessary?

You were ten chest compressions away
from full-blown flatlining,

so I'm keeping you for observation.

Mary, I feel fine.

You can tell me what is going on.

I was attacked in my car
by some False Face thugs. They...

They injected me to make a point.

"Stop messing with us."

I'm not your daughter right now.
I'm your doctor.

And I counted 16 track marks on your arms
and legs, so this wasn't just one time.

What is going on with you?

Help. Help.

Help. I need your help.

Who are you?

My name is Richard Monaghan.

You're gonna know me as the guy
who's gonna try to eat you alive.

Finally.

Ocean. Not a good time.

Fresh bullet wound.

What are you doing here?

I've been waiting for you to come back.

- Where have you been?
- Black Mask's wine cellar. It's...

It's a long story.

- I gotta go.
- Whoa, whoa, wait. Hey, hey.

I've been down here for two days
waiting for you.

What's going on?

Trust me.

You don't wanna deal with this.

Would I be here if that were true?

Hey.

You can talk to me.

Kate's alive.

Hey.

You wanna tell me
what you took besides Snakebite?

Nothing. I swear to God.

I should just be seeing the psilocybin
from the mushrooms

and the diethylamide from the Fear Toxin.

But your readings
look like a Latin midterm from hell.

Mephedrone causes panic attacks,
mood swings and violent episodes.

And your glucose levels are weirdly high,

which could explain
the insatiable hunger, sort of.

But why do I wanna eat people?

I am still working on that.

How did this happen?

- Were you bitten or something?
- No.

No, I took some weird
new version of Snakebite.

How'd you know about this place?

She helped my friend
from the gym with a heroin OD.

What do you mean
by new version of Snakebite?

It was blue.

They're usually red and yellow.

It looked off, I don't know.
But I didn't really care.

I just wanted to get my fix.

I just wanted to see her.

Who?

My wife.

The love of my life.

She died in a car crash...

before we even got a chance
to know each other.

And the Snakebite changes that.

It lets me sit down with her
and have those meaningful conversations.

Gave me a do-over.

I think it's important
to see people of color,

especially Black people,
in law enforcement.

I know it's a flawed system...

but I also know I can make it better.

How?

Because I grew up in a community
policed by people

who didn't look like me,

and now I have the power to change that.

I wanna show little Black girls
that they can go to top-tier schools,

and stand up to bullies, and be
trusted to make life-and-death decisions.

And I admire that.

I really do.

But, Sophie,

the Crows are just the wall
between the 1% and reality.

I risk my life every day.

Face exposed to the world
to protect this city, you know that?

So do not sit there and
tell me that's not brave.

You can
choose when to be Ryan...

and when to be Batwoman.

I don't have that option.

I am Sophie Moore in that uniform
and I am Sophie Moore out of it,

for better or for worse.

I can't just turn it off.

Look, Ryan.

We get it.

We know life hasn't been easy for you...

But none of ours has.

I'm sorry I got heated.

We're all heated, girl.

But that's how we burn it down.

All right, come on.

Come on. If I was gonna steal a car,
would it really be a station wagon?

Let's go.

Grand theft auto. You?

Literally nothing.

Cops, man. Always trying to hold us down.

Us?

Those deprived of our
justice and freedom.

Power to the people.

- Oh, God.
- Oh, my God.

At least we're safer in here
than we are out there, right?

- Why? What's happening?
- You haven't heard?

Gotham's been taken over by zombies.

4612 to base.

We have a major problem down here.

We have a 10-33 out to Batwoman.

All available officers,
respond to an incident downtown.

Another attack reported at 3rd and Banks.

Freaking things are everywhere.
Where is Batwoman?

We need to get out of here.

Wilder, Fox, Moore, clear out.

Wait, Imani, you did this?

My civil rights
attorney is in the lobby

handing out three
counts of unlawful arrest,

racial discrimination and assault.

That's right. Stick it to the Man.

Thank you. Seriously.

It shouldn't have
happened in the first place.

But on the plus side,
my night just opened up.

- Yours?
- Ryan.

There's this thing I have to do.

Sounds important.

I'm sorry, Imani.

It's cool.

I'll see you when I see you.

I'm still hungry.

I need more gauze.

- When'd you learn how to suture?
- Twenty years in the military.

Bed 3 needs a transfusion.

Fridge is in the corner,
alphabetical order.

So you chose the zombie apocalypse
to turn off your phone?

Later, I take it you're watching the news?

More like the news is here.

My clinic is filled with people
missing chunks of their bodies.

- Any idea who's attacking them?
- Users of a bad batch of Snakebite.

The chemical makeup changed.

False Face doesn't know how
to make it without Angelique and Ocean.

- New cooks must have improvised.
- Well, whatever it is,

it's resulted in a mephedrone spike
so intense that it's actually changed

the composition of their pupils.

Snakebite accesses the brain's
memory storage in the hippocampus.

I think this new recipe
makes people crave memories,

but thanks to some major synaptic
misfirings, someone else's memories.

And that's why they're eating brains.

I think I know how to fix this.

Listen up, this new strain
of Snakebite is killing people.

Our task is to seize all paraphernalia

and to subdue any users with non-lethal
force until we can figure out a treatment.

All the attacks occurred within
a four-block radius of Gotham Presbyterian.

We think the original batch targeted
the addicts squatting in that church.

As in Gotham Presbyterian
outside Crows district?

Inside or outside Crows districts,
these are innocent citizens.

Did Kane issue this order?

The commander isn't answering his phone.

So he doesn't know that you were arrested.

Shouldn't you take the day off

just to wash away
the jailhouse stench first, Moore?

That's acting commander, as in your boss.

Wanna test the limits
of what that means, Tavaroff?

All right. Let's kick
some zombie ass, boys.

According to Mary,
a controlled dose of clonazepam

will sedate brain activity which will
neutralize the effects of mephedrone.

It forces the bad Snakebite
out of their systems.

Okay. So how do we dose
that many people all at once?

At once?

Please tell me that's a gas gun.

Uh...

Not exactly.

You'll have to inject
each person one at a time.

But that means...

You're about to get up close and personal
to some truly nasty cannibals.

I thought you came back to kill her.

- But now you're her lackey?
- Hmm.

Something like that.

I take it you found something of Kate's
that I can use to unlock her.

Quite literally.

The keys to her motorcycle.

You see...

I was the first to walk,
talk, wear a training bra...

but when it came to riding bikes,
my dear sister was finally first.

Kate loved her stupid bike.

And these were the keys
to her one as an adult.

A red Triumph.

And what core feeling
will her motorcycle keys provoke?

Freedom.

Kate rode her motorcycle to be free.

Free from the burden
of protecting this city.

Free from my father's overbearing grip.

And free from the burden
of having to save her...

irredeemable sister.

That's promising.

But?

My clients come to me hoping

I can reverse their loved one's
dementia, Alzheimer's.

And I warn them that with restored memories

comes a flood of remembered pain,
sorrow and hatred.

My smartest clients eventually realize
that their loved ones' lost memories

were possibly the best thing that
could have happened to the both of them.

Do you understand that, Alice?

You won't be getting
back the sister you want.

You'll be getting back the girl smart
enough to lock up a psychopath in Arkham.

Answer the question!

Will it work?

Yes.

Between the keys and Kate's trigger word,
I'm optimistic.

I'm sorry, what trigger word?

This item will help her to remember
who she is at heart.

But unlocking her brain
is like decrypting a computer.

You need a password.

What is it?

No! No, no.

Help, please.

Run!

Okay, everyone, keep your chill.

I'm here to try to get you help.

Seriously, guys.
I am not here to kick your ass... booty.

But I will if I have to.

Batcave to Batwoman. Status check.

All good.

Tavaroff, why do I hear gunfire?

Tavaroff, do you copy?

Hold fire!

Sorry, commander.

They were a lost cause.

Let's find whatever Snakebite they left.
Let's wrap this up.

Thank you for this. I don't know
what I would've done without you.

Don't thank me.

None of these people would be alive right
now if it weren't for you and this clinic.

You wanted to see
Kate and Beth again, didn't you?

That's why you kept using.

The Snakebite let you redo
all of the mistakes you made with them

and gave you a do-over.

Yeah.

You're right.

I wanted to see Kate and Beth again.

What do you want me to say, Dad?

Do you want me to feel sorry for you?

You don't think that I wanted a do-over?

I lost all the same people that you did.

I feel the same pain
that you do, every day...

every night...

because I lost everything too.

Except I'm not trying to escape it.

I'm trying to learn how to live with it

because apparently I
was dumb enough to think

that you would do
the same thing for me.

You want so badly to live in this fantasy
with the two daughters that you lost,

that you can't see that you are losing
the one daughter you have left.

Oh, my God.

Get the hell away from us.

Go on! Get the hell away!

Hey, hey! Hey, you got any food?

You got any food? I'm so hungry.

Hey, somebody give me some food, huh?

- Hey!
- Please...

10-33 to Medina. I got one in the alley.

Copy. En route.

Hands in the air.

Now!

You're gonna be okay, buddy. Easy.

Easy. I'm gonna get you some help.

Should've stopped me
when you had the chance.

That was way too close.

Thank God you were here.

You're lucky. Almost didn't make it.

"The GCPD reportedly located
a False Face hideout

storing what they believe
is the last of the bad Snakebite batch.

Authorities say there
were 22 victims in

total and thank the
quick action by the Crows

for keeping the death toll
from being even higher."

Who wants shots?

Can we have shots, please?

- Thank you. I'll take all these.
- Thanks.

Actually, I'm gonna need
all of these after the day I've had.

I'm out.

Yeah, I should call Imani anyway.

I mean I'm leaving the Crows.

I didn't listen when my sister
warned me about them.

I didn't listen when you two
warned me about them.

And what kills me is I didn't even listen
when my own gut warned me about them.

Hate, ignorance, apathy.

It's bigger than me.

They don't deserve you.

Besides, we need you with the good guys.

To different minds...

but the same heart.

Come on. Come on.

What did you do?

The thing I knew you couldn't.

So you picked now to get your revenge
on her for screwing with our heads?

This has nothing to do with that.

Then why kill the only person
who could help me get Kate back?

Because I don't want you to get Kate back.

I don't expect you to get it.

Oh, I get it.

You're jealous because you think
if I get Kate back, I won't want you.

I love you.

What?

You said it yourself.

You sat in a cell for 11 years
waiting for your sister to find you.

Did she?

Am I the only one who finds it ironic that
freedom is Kate's emotional touchstone?

How nice must that be?

Tell me something, Alice.

After you escaped and you finally
came face-to-face 11 years later,

did she even recognize you?

Did Kate recognize you the way
you recognized her through the burns,

the new voice, the different personality?

No.

No.

And Kate tried,
but you were too hard to fix, Alice.

And when she had to choose
between her city and you,

what did she choose, huh?

You've made your point.

She chose a bunch of strangers
over her own twin.

She locked you in another cell.

She gave up on you.

That's not love, Alice.

That's apathy.

Kate is toxic...

and you're better off thinking she's dead.

The way you marched
into that station was epic.

Everyone was shook.

And so why are you treating me
to these watered-down drinks?

Oh, my bad. Here, I know the owner.

Mm. My mama would have liked you.

I would've liked her too.

After all, I'm sure you
got all of that from her.

All of what?

Grit...

integrity...

honesty.

Not entirely honest.

Not with you.

Truth is...

I haven't been sharing all of me with you.

Yeah, I can take a hint.

I was actually surprised
when I saw your name pop up on my phone.

So, what are you, CIA or something?

It's complicated.

Needless to say, I've been giving you
the watered-down version of me too.

You deserve way better and I'm sorry
I can't give that to you right now.

And for the record, I'd rather you be CIA
than dating around with 15 other ladies.

Neither are correct,
but feel free to keep guessing.

- Hey.
- Hey, just checking in to see

if you needed an extra hand.

Ha, ha. Hilarious. Where are you?

I need a drink and Ryan's out
breaking Imani's heart.

I'm headed to my Uber.
Do you wanna meet up somewhere or...?

Whoa.

- No way.
- What?

- He really is a car thief.
- Who?

Eli, I think his name was. We met in
the cell and he is full-on jacking a car.

Then get out of there and call 91 1.

Nah, I got this. I'll call you back.

Yo, Eli.

How do you know my name?

Dude from jail?

Power to the people?

Right.

Get lost. Don't need heat.

Look, I'm not letting you do this. Hey.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, Eli, knock it off.

- Hey, Eli, stop!
- Do yourself a favor.

Don't make me your problem.

What the hell is going on?

- Okay. Look... Whoa.
- Sir, this man is trying to steal a car.

- And now he's attacking me.
- Whoa, whoa.

No. Okay.

This guy is a known car thief.
His name is Eli something.

I'm trying to stop him.
I have photographic evidence.

Gun!