Batwoman (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Gore on Canvas - full transcript
It's all there.
Tell me where I can find
the Jack napier painting.
Your painting is being
held by the collective,
private club
of connoisseurs
of outlawed artwork
and antiquities.
You want
to tie the room together
with a vintage canvas
that takes you
inside the mind
of psychotic criminality?
These are the people
you need to know.
I want an introduction.
Oh. The top crow?
Your biggest clients
are in the collective.
They pay your bills.
You walk up
to their doorstep
trying to grab
that napier,
- they're gonna ask you for a refund.
- Unh!
You're from Coryana.
You're gonna tell Safiyah
to give my daughter back.
Unh!
Aah!
I got a report of a guy
lurking around east end
with a spiky pole.
It doesn't concern you,
Batwoman.
That so?
Because he's hanging off my line,
so why don't you tell me
what kind of fish I caught?
There's an item
I'm looking for.
It's gonna help me
find my daughter.
The woman holding her
captive doesn't want me to find it.
Safiyah?
She sent this guy?
Weapon fits the M.O.
Of her assassins,
but I'll confirm after
you hand him over now.
I don't take orders
from crows,
and I got a better shot at
finding Kate Kane before you do.
"All crows
are bastards."
*BATWOMAN*
Season 02 Episode 05
Episode Title: "Gore on Canvas"
Aired on: February 21, 2021
Morning, Gotham.
Guess the early bird
gives us the bird.
Acrobatic Art Prankster
Wolf Spider was at it again,
rolling his eyes
at the entire city
from the top
of the Gotham century skyscraper
with an iridescent emoji,
millennial hacktivism
at its finest
and almost enough to distract us
from an even juicier bat story.
Another sighting of Batwoman 2.0
and top crow
Jacob Kane together,
this time working
in the east end crime scene.
Are we looking at Gotham's
newest power couple?
No. Jeez.
I thought Batwoman
was cool.
Hey. We don't know
what they were doing.
Maybe Batwoman
was saving his ass.
Thought you might be hungry
after last night's
reconnecting.
Still sleepy.
I wish you could do
something
- about that.
- Hm.
You can take
the day off.
Mmm. I can't.
As cute as I look in your
ridiculous robe,
I should get home
and change first.
You walk of shaming
for me?
Like the old days.
Speaking
of the old days,
it's time you got
that apology I owe you.
My partying was
out of control,
and you took my stash
thinking it would help me,
and instead, it got
your ass thrown in jail,
and I get why you didn't
want me to visit you.
You served 18 months
for me, ry,
and it's time I start
paying you back.
One for you,
one for me?
I love it,
but we're good.
You got your life
together.
That's all I wanted.
Ohh! Hey.
What is this?
It's..
A work injury.
You fall
on a corkscrew?
Ryan, you need to get
that looked at.
Yeah. I just got
this job.
I don't need my boss
thinking I can't hack it.
You tend bar.
She'll understand.
All these years later
still worrying about me.
It's kind of cute.
- You know what's kind of cute?
- Hmm?
You...
Without that nastiness
on your shoulder.
You take care
of everyone else.
Take care of yourself
for once.
Giving you
an antibiotic.
So... it's just
an infection?
Well, it might have
turned necrotic
if you had waited
any longer.
Are you sure you're not
having any other symptoms
that you're not
telling me about?
No. I...
maybe a little more
tired than normal.
- Ok.
- Ok.
Kate would pop
two of these,
and she'd be back
in fighting shape.
- Ok. Cool.
- But if you're hurt,
you should sit out
a few days.
Right. Did Kate
ever sit out?
Kate was never shot
with anything
that pierced
through the batsuit,
and you shouldn't
compare yourself to her.
What's my choice, huh?
Everybody else is.
I know you
don't have a Twitter,
so... I assume
you mean Luke.
Just don't tell him
about this, ok?
I don't need another reason
for him not to trust me.
He's been questioning
every decision I make.
Not to backseat drive,
but aren't you
proficient in 6 different
forms of martial arts?
What's the point of
just leaving him here?
I told him we wanted
the location of Coryana.
He'll give it up.
Take it from a foster kid.
It is amazing how well
you behave
when you are
literally starving.
We don't have time
to wait him out.
If Alice finds ocean
before we find Coryana,
Safiyah's gonna give
Kate to her,
and Alice is going
to kill her.
Ok. So,
do your hacker thing
and get some info
on the spiky pole guy
to speed this up.
I already tried.
I tracked his movements
and confirmed
that he wasn't
after Jacob Kane.
He was stalking the guy
that he killed in the alley,
but the victim was
an investment analyst
at Gotham capital
with no record.
What's he got to do
with Coryana?
Sir, I'm not defending
her actions,
but my guess is she's
after what we're after...
Kate's location.
Let her keep
Safiyah's thug.
We got a new lead
on the napier...
Evan Blake,
old friend of Kate's
and a fixture
on the Gotham art scene.
Just flew back
from a trip to Berlin.
He was caught
a couple of years ago
with plundered artifact
and forced to pay restitution.
In other words, a likely
member of the collective
who might cooperate.
Commander, you're
underselling our entire origin
- story.
- Katie Kane saved my life.
- Really?
- Gotham prep.
It's eighth grade,
and the winter formal
is a multiverse
shattering crisis
because
I'm "straight."
Kate was way out
by then,
I had this
tragic crush,
and I asked her
to the dance.
I'm sure she wanted
to roll her eyes so hard,
but with the grace
of a Saint,
she said yes.
The only time you'll
ever hear teenage Kate
described as a Saint.
My parents take me
to pick her up,
and Kate is
jaw-dropping
in this tailored
velvet suit,
just radiating
queer confidence.
I on the other hand dissolve
into a monsoon of tears.
Kate races me up
to her bedroom,
and we go through
the whole thing.
"I'm gay."
"I know."
We make it
to the dance,
and I came out
by default
Because I wore Kate's
alexander McQueen
off-the-shoulder
mini,
which begged
a lot of questions,
but I wasn't
afraid anymore.
I was glowing,
and then Kate ditched me to
make out with Maggie Watson.
Sounds like our girl.
So you need my help
with Kate's disappearance.
I'm here for you.
Kate was looking
for a piece of artwork,
something that may
have gotten her
on the wrong side of
someone very dangerous.
Our theory is
if we find the item
it will lead us
to her captor.
Well, you've come
to the right art snob.
I was senior editor at the
Gotham Museum of Antiquities,
I curate my own
private collections,
I've... got my hands
in a bit of everything.
Yeah. We know.
Agent Moore.
Kate was looking for a
canvas painted by Jack napier,
alias the Joker.
You're aware
of it, yes?
I know the legend.
Psychotic evildoer
breaks into home,
splashes homeowner's
guts all over some old painting
in the foyer and
calls it modern art.
It's a bit on the nose
if you ask me.
Not to mention illegal
to buy, sell, or possess
since it was stolen
from an active crime scene.
I'm sorry. Should
there be a harsh light
shining in my eyes
right now?
Because the Kate I knew
never gave a crap about art,
and I haven't spoken
with her in years.
We have reason to believe
that you're affiliated
with the collective.
Heh.
We'll work to get you
full immunity
if you help us
make contact.
Immunity from what,
Ms. Moore?
I'm a perfect angel.
I thought you were
here friend.
I love Katie,
but this feels like entrapment.
If you need to contact
me again,
I'll refer you
to my lawyers.
I want all our tech inside
every device Evan owns,
round-the-clock
revolving tails.
Yes, sir,
but there could be
an easier way
to locate Coryana...
With Batwoman's help.
Let me ask her
for access to her prisoner.
Batwoman
or whoever it is
who stepped in
for my daughter,
I am not gonna grovel
at her feet.
Then let me do it
or at least ask nicely
because Alice will do
a lot worse than grovel
to find Kate
before we do.
Ocean.
Hi.
Hi.
What do you call it
when you're sure
you've met someone...
You're sure you've never met?
A stay of execution.
♪ There's a full moon,
I'm howlin' tonight ♪
♪ And there's a-blood
on the Thorn of a Rose ♪
Vodka on the rocks.
♪ Think you're
gonna love tonight ♪
♪ Listen, girl, well,
I think you should know ♪
Visiting from Gotham?
Why?
Do I look depressed?
You've got the sophistication
of a city mouse.
Heh. Mouse. Ahem.
Touchy subject.
Don't you think
mice are cute?
I had a mouse
in my life.
I loved him
like a brother,
and when he started
holding me back
from my dreams,
I killed him.
Heh.
Shoot. Um...
I think it's my turn
to, uh...
♪ You better wait ♪
♪ Before your heart is turned
to slate ♪
That is the fastest I've
ever seen him take the hint.
Can I join you
in case he decides
to try it again?
Pretty sure he's in
the next county by now,
but by all means.
Last time I came here
to meet a Batwoman,
the vibes...
were different.
Please say this isn't
a Booty call.
Look. I don't know
where you got this idea
that all crows
are bastards,
but some of us are trying
to make a difference.
Well, in my experience,
when the crows fly together,
they call it a murder
for a reason.
I want to offer you
a deal.
You get everything we know
about Safiyah and Coryana,
and we get access
to your prisoner.
So you can beat him
within an inch of his life.
He's a murderer who knows
where Kate's being held.
- I'll think about it.
- You should be doing
everything in your
power to help Kate.
I don't need a crow
telling me how to do my job.
I'm not speaking
to you as a crow.
Kate's the love
of my life,
and I need your help
to get her back.
Hell to the no. No.
Working with the crows
makes my skin crawl.
- Screw that.
- No.
It's not like we're
hosting them a fundraiser.
Trust me. We make
a deal that sounds good,
they'll break it.
Not if we're dealing
with Sophie.
Sophie has hauled my ass
in for questioning
so many times she knows
my damn coffee order. No!
Will you talk some
sense into her, please?
We're at a dead end, Ryan.
Look. I'm sorry,
but you're outvoted.
I get it.
You want Kate back,
but the crows have tried
to ruin my life for fun.
I'm not helping them!
Ok. So.
Crows horror stories.
You want me to go,
or...
Do you want to do
your first?
My girl Angelique
had a drug habit,
and on
a very ugly night,
she was gone, like
a different person,
so I found her stash,
and I took it,
thinking I could somehow
straighten her out,
bring her back.
I'm on the street,
crying,
no question what kind
of night I'm having,
and I pass
these two crows,
and one of them
yells out,
"you'd be cuter with
a smile on your face."
And my mama told me
what to do about it.
I... pay them no mind
and keep moving,
but they... they
wouldn't let me go,
so my hand went out, my
finger went up, and boom,
those crows had
what they wanted.
They found the drugs
and thought they were yours.
Sorry that happened
to you.
What was yours?
Um... the crows...
Killed my father.
Wait. What?
Really?
Really.
It's, uh, not a story
for today,
but, um...
It's the worst thing
that ever happened to me.
I should have let
you go first.
Look. I will never
forgive them,
and I don't want to
help the crows either,
but we need them
to help us.
Remember, this isn't
punishment
just for the sake
of it.
Given this murderer
every opportunity to talk,
so unless you have
any other ideas,
it's time to take this
to the next level.
You've got
some choices.
You can give us the location
of Coryana...
Unh!
You can get us
in touch with Safiyah
or the man known
as ocean.
Help us find
the napier painting.
Listen to me.
It is not worth
what they're gonna
do to you.
The many arms
will kill whoever
lays hands
on that painting.
You'll never find
Coryana.
I never said the two
were related.
The painting gets us
to Coryana? Is it a map?
- Cyanide capsule!
- Let's get him down!
It's too late.
It's too late.
Kane pushed him
too hard,
and now we're
at a dead end.
Maybe not.
We've been surveilling
a suspect we linked to the Napier,
and we just got a hit
on its location.
A group called
the collective
is having a special
exhibition tomorrow night
to auction
the painting off.
Why now?
Word must have gotten
back to the owner
about the body that
dropped the other night.
Too much heat.
You doing anything
tomorrow night?
You looking for a date
to this thing?
We don't have
an insider,
but we need someone with
no connection to the crows
who can infiltrate
the event
and grab the napier
without getting caught.
I go alone.
No crows
at the location,
no surveillance,
and I want you
directly in charge
of any crows assigned
to this mission.
This is a one-off.
We're not partners.
So... ocean...
What do you do?
I... bore people to death
by telling them
I'm a soil technician.
Ooh. That sounds like
a fancy name
for dirt nerd,
but you smiled
when you said it,
so... you must like
your work.
I grew up in nature.
My family cultivated
everything we ever needed
- from the land.
- Hm.
In a place like Gotham,
where everything is concrete,
isn't that incredible?
So tell me,
where is this magical
place you hail from?
♪ And I chase my whiskey
with the blues ♪
I'm meeting an associate.
Should splash some water
on my face.
5 shots...
No regrets.
Hey. Can I ask you
something?
Have we met
somewhere before?
Think I'd remember you.
♪ Chase my whiskey
with the blues ♪
Probably just thinking
about somebody else.
Oh, well.
Do you mind...
Shutting the shade?
You slept through
half the day.
5 shots, no regrets.
Shall I explain?
I do wish you would.
Some lunatic
on a far-away island
is holding
my sister hostage,
and she won't hand her over
until I gut you
and air mail
the evidence.
This woman got
a name?
Enough women want you dead
I need to be specific?
Just answer
the damn question.
Safiyah.
Although her obedient
island followers call her queen.
Not me.
I called her sister.
I have 3 words.
Who... is she?
- Ohh! Mm-what?!
- Look!
♪ We're making
snow melt ♪
Wait. Are you sure
art collectors
are supposed to have
this much swag?
Well, first of all,
they're not art collectors.
They're outlaws, and if
Evan Blake is the style guide,
this party's about to look
like "the hunger games."
What's Evan Blake's deal?
Ohh.
He and I were always
angling for Kate's affection.
Nope. He was
way more competitive
and had... heh...
A lot more flair than me.
Now he's overeducated,
and apparently,
he's addicted
to mischief.
The crows say that he runs
the door for the collective.
Oh. No.
- Yeah.
- Ok.
Well, I think I can
make this work.
I'd say so.
H-Hey. I... I brought
the plan...
I... I brought
the game plan.
The event is
inside a private hangar
at Gotham international.
It's actually a pretty
clever way of doing this.
So the collective flies in,
they unload their pieces,
they buy, sell, party,
then they load back up,
fly away.
No customs, no TSA,
maximum security.
How are we sneaking the
batsuit through that security?
See, we just happen
to have vip access
to every square inch
of that terminal.
Yeah. Between Wayne
enterprises and Hamilton dynamics,
we burn more
private jet fuel
than the hadids,
Kardashians,
and the air force
combined.
Yeah. So with our
resources,
crows' intelligence,
and a secret agent
that no one's going to
suspect... Ryan Wilder.
Wait. I'm just supposed
to talk my way inside?
Oh, no.
Did you think Mary had
all the accessories?
Look at this
precision metalwork.
The weight is
perfectly balanced.
What's the provenance?
Which bat did it
belong to?
Woman.
- 1.0 or...
- Current model.
The batarang is
a stunning piece.
We'll make an exception
and allow it
into the exhibition.
Ok. I'm really
loving that dress.
Didn't it debut
in London?
- Nailed it.
- Huh.
Actually, it was New York,
winter '18.
Well, I heard there
was a dress code,
so I borrowed it
from a friend.
Heard from who exactly?
Of course, I'm a big believer
in the first amendment
except when it comes to
the shenanigans that go on
behind the collective's
closed doors.
Ha ha! Evan baby,
what are you doing
to my girl here?
You beat
me here.
Ang, big night.
Patrons need their party favors.
Ahh.
And this one's yours?
Yeah. I totally spaced
on the heads up.
- It's fine.
- You're forgiven.
Any questions?
Pronouns?
He/him, they/them.
I go with the flow.
Now, you two, go forth
and do crimes.
Ang, what are
you doing here?
Saving your ass
at the door.
You can't just slide
into the DMm.
You need a referral.
What party favors
was he talking about?
Ang, no.
What do you want me
to say?
That you weren't
lying through your teeth
when you told me you'd
puled your life together.
For your information,
I'm clean.
4 months,
but do you know
what people need
to pull their lives
together? Money.
If you get caught, distribution
is 8-10 at blackgate.
Says the girl turning
Batwoman's missing hardware
into an etsy shop.
We know what
I'm doing here.
What are you doing here?
Save it.
You are the only one here
who's judging.
- Is this thing on?
- Loud and clear.
Want to try
channel two?
No, not really.
Batwoman to Moore.
Copy.
You're late.
Thought maybe you
got cold feet.
Believe it or not,
I ran into an ex.
Oh. Ok. Well, I hope
he's not gonna be drama.
She, and always.
Let you know
when I find the painting.
Stand by.
Luke... got the target.
Ok. Great.
Give me a good look.
Ok. Moving on
to the next phase.
A lot of interest
in this one.
Yeah. It's kind of
gimmicky, isn't it?
Oh, it's dreadful,
zero technique,
but, you know,
celebrity artists.
Hmm. Help me to
understand the appeal
in owning something
like this.
Some of the people
here... total sickos.
- And you?
- I don't like being told
what I can and can't
do in life.
Whether it's the art
I collect
or the clothes
I wear,
I'm not desperate
for anyone's approval.
Still throwing shade at
my borrowed couture. - Heh.
What can I say?
I just prefer to see
everyone's true colors.
So I ran a spectral
analysis
to isolate
the original canvas
underneath the Gore.
I think it's a painting of
ocean currents. You were right.
The Joker splattered
some poor guy
all over a map
to Coryana?
But we'll need to restore
the canvas
to locate the island.
But that means...
You're gonna need
to steal it.
I didn't know Safiyah
had family.
We weren't blood.
Apparently, we
weren't anything.
Why does she
want me dead?
Oh, no offense,
but I have
way too much drama
in my life to care.
She's obviously losing
her touch if she sent you.
I'm sorry. Did you just
call me a bad assassin?
Not to Monday morning
quarterback,
but you had ample
opportunity to kill me.
You knew I was
staying here,
which means you could
have killed me in my sleep,
but maybe you don't
know how to pick a lock.
Fine. Surprise attack
in the bar bathroom...
Easy, private.
At the very least, you can
ambush me in my truck.
I have a backseat, and
I don't lock my doors,
but instead, you, what,
make a scene at the bar,
get my attention,
indulge in smalltalk,
get drunk.
Heh.
Safiyah must be
desperate if she sent you.
I needed more answers
before I could kill you.
I've never seen you
before in my life.
Nor I you, which is why
I needed to know more
before I made ocean
bleed the red sea.
How do you even know
what Coryana looks like?
Because I was there
5 years ago.
That's impossible.
I was there
5 years ago.
- How peculiar.
- Hmm.
Well, I suppose
you could kill me
and then spend the rest
of your life on the run,
seeing as none of this
changes the fact
the island queen
still wants you dead,
or we could give her
a jingle.
I'm good
with option "A."
Safiyah, we both know this
isn't about a stupid flower.
And what do you think
it's about?
Me having the one thing
you can't.
What the hell
was that?
Exactly.
Option "B" it is.
Ahem.
There should be a
dispenser next to the sink
with... uh, you know,
products.
I see it.
A lot of firepower
in that room,
so you're gonna have to
move fast.
Batwoman, status check.
You find it?
Target identified.
I just need to take it
for further analysis.
We'll monitor
from here.
Uh... Batwoman?
I think
we have competition.
Who?
You ever heard
of Wolf Spider?
Shoot him before
he gets too high!
Miss... Miss,
this way, please.
No. Ryan!
Hand it over.
- Hyah!
- Unh!
Ugh!
Damn.
Unh!
Ugh! Ohh.
Painting's on the move.
Do you need medical?
Ugh. Just slow him down.
I'll be there.
We're on it.
Nimble little bastard.
Little taser action
will slow him down.
Damn it! Get me closer.
I'm on it.
Aw. Fricking cartridge
is jammed!
Dude, what did you do?
He jumped
in front of me.
Get some ties on him.
This isn't good.
Call for medical.
Status check.
Target acquired.
We got the painting.
- Let's go.
- What? What are you doing?
We can't leave him
here.
Moore wants
the painting,
not an excessive force
headline.
Let's go.
Someone else
will clean him up.
Evan?
Evan! Evan,
can you hear me?
We're gonna need
a blood drive after this.
- He's gonna recover, right?
- Well, considering he was
hip checked
by a 4,800-pound hunk
of toxic masculinity,
he's doing great.
Distal femur fracture,
dislocated elbow,
minor concussion,
but when
the bone shattered,
it nicked
his femoral artery,
so if you hadn't been
there to bring him in in time,
he would have
bled out.
Ok. What... what
happened back there?
You want to know
what happened?
I listened to you over
my gut, and now look.
I meant what
happened to you?
You sounded like you
were in rough shape.
- You called for backup.
- This isn't about me.
This is about us,
this team and how
I can't keep working
for your approval.
I wanted to suit up
and not think
about you comparing me
to Kate Kane for once,
so I agreed to partner
with the crows,
and for what?
You sided with the guys
who killed your old man.
Your taste sucks,
but you know what?
I wear the suit,
I take the bullets,
so when I say I have
a bad feeling about something,
you two, listen!
Did her majesty say when
she'd grace us with a callback?
Would you just
sit there
without talking?
I have spent more years
of my life
in captivity than any
elephant in the Gotham zoo.
The key to surviving...
Keep yourself entertained.
Rough childhood?
You could say I come
by my abandonment issues
honestly, yeah.
How do you know
Safiyah?
I was squatting on a yacht
in Gotham harbor.
Safiyah's minions were
pirating it while I was on board,
and apparently,
she was impressed
by the fight I put up.
And she let you stay?
- Yeah.
- No way.
The island's cardinal
rule is no outsiders.
Hmm.
Why don't I remember
any of this?
That's the thing.
You should,
and I should remember you.
The fact that we both
have the same memories
makes me think that
Safiyah did something
to...
get us to forget.
You think Safiyah
erased our memory?
Some of them.
The thing is we might
never know.
Tell me you ordered
delivery
and those aren't
1, 2... 3 assassins
approaching.
Hmm.
The many arms
of death.
Oh. More relatives
of yours, I presume.
Yeah. Can you, uh,
cut me loose?
I can't trust you.
You don't trust me
to defend myself
from murder?
Where's ocean?
Hey.
Surprise.
Aah!
Hey. Do you have
any cash?
We should probably leave
the maid a tip.
You're dark.
Shouldn't
have doubted me.
Let's go.
You're driving.
Badges of the crows
who did this.
That's not enough,
burn it all down, girl,
the whole thing.
I can't do that.
I believe in the
mission of the crows.
An organization that
decides what justice is
based on who can pay
the most money,
that beats information
out of its suspects,
that runs someone over
for stealing a painting?
That's what you
believe in?
You think two men losing
their jobs isn't enough?
You're right, but I'm
fighting to change the culture.
Yeah? Well, good luck
with that,
but if you want to party
with me,
add your badge to
that little pile over there.
Until then,
this partnership is over.
What about
the painting?
Our forensics team
is still working on it.
Don't you want to know
where Coryana is?
We'll see who gets
there first.
Mary Hamilton.
Heh heh. Awkward.
Because I know
you're wolf spider?
Because I'm pretty sure
I'm naked.
Oh, very much so.
Evan, you need to
find a better suit.
Spandex is no match
for an oncoming SUV.
Mmm. But it's so
comfortable.
Then maybe find a safer
excuse to play dress-up.
Gotham's elite take
themselves too seriously.
Who else is gonna
eye-roll them
with as much style
as me?
The crows got
the painting.
I was stealing it
for Kate.
Thought I had a better
chance at grabbing it
than the crows.
Hey. Don't beat
yourself up about it
because it turns out nobody
actually got the Napier painting.
It was a forgery.
- That's impossible.
- No.
Batwoman took a sample
of the organic compound
that was painted over
the original canvas,
and it was
pig's blood.
Napier would've never
used pig's blood.
Right. So the crows
ended up
with a decoy copy,
and the original
is still out there
somewhere,
and so is Kate.
♪ I see evil eyes ♪
♪ Looking round ♪
♪ Spirits in disguise ♪
♪ Walking around ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Look, don't touch ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ It's dangerous ♪
- ♪ Something wicked this way comes ♪
- Oh, my god.
♪ Something wicked
this way comes ♪
♪ Something
wicked this way comes ♪
Once we get some
distance from the many arms,
we can try to figure out
what Safiyah did to us
and why.
Looks like you're not as
fast as you think, buddy boy.
They got you
pretty bad back there.
Hey. You all right?
Uh... yeah.
Eyes on the road.
What's with you?
Nothing.
Can you check
in the back real quick?
Is there a white tube
back there?
Yeah.
What is this?
You ever hear of a guy
called Jack Napier?
Greg, move your head!
Tell me where I can find
the Jack napier painting.
Your painting is being
held by the collective,
private club
of connoisseurs
of outlawed artwork
and antiquities.
You want
to tie the room together
with a vintage canvas
that takes you
inside the mind
of psychotic criminality?
These are the people
you need to know.
I want an introduction.
Oh. The top crow?
Your biggest clients
are in the collective.
They pay your bills.
You walk up
to their doorstep
trying to grab
that napier,
- they're gonna ask you for a refund.
- Unh!
You're from Coryana.
You're gonna tell Safiyah
to give my daughter back.
Unh!
Aah!
I got a report of a guy
lurking around east end
with a spiky pole.
It doesn't concern you,
Batwoman.
That so?
Because he's hanging off my line,
so why don't you tell me
what kind of fish I caught?
There's an item
I'm looking for.
It's gonna help me
find my daughter.
The woman holding her
captive doesn't want me to find it.
Safiyah?
She sent this guy?
Weapon fits the M.O.
Of her assassins,
but I'll confirm after
you hand him over now.
I don't take orders
from crows,
and I got a better shot at
finding Kate Kane before you do.
"All crows
are bastards."
*BATWOMAN*
Season 02 Episode 05
Episode Title: "Gore on Canvas"
Aired on: February 21, 2021
Morning, Gotham.
Guess the early bird
gives us the bird.
Acrobatic Art Prankster
Wolf Spider was at it again,
rolling his eyes
at the entire city
from the top
of the Gotham century skyscraper
with an iridescent emoji,
millennial hacktivism
at its finest
and almost enough to distract us
from an even juicier bat story.
Another sighting of Batwoman 2.0
and top crow
Jacob Kane together,
this time working
in the east end crime scene.
Are we looking at Gotham's
newest power couple?
No. Jeez.
I thought Batwoman
was cool.
Hey. We don't know
what they were doing.
Maybe Batwoman
was saving his ass.
Thought you might be hungry
after last night's
reconnecting.
Still sleepy.
I wish you could do
something
- about that.
- Hm.
You can take
the day off.
Mmm. I can't.
As cute as I look in your
ridiculous robe,
I should get home
and change first.
You walk of shaming
for me?
Like the old days.
Speaking
of the old days,
it's time you got
that apology I owe you.
My partying was
out of control,
and you took my stash
thinking it would help me,
and instead, it got
your ass thrown in jail,
and I get why you didn't
want me to visit you.
You served 18 months
for me, ry,
and it's time I start
paying you back.
One for you,
one for me?
I love it,
but we're good.
You got your life
together.
That's all I wanted.
Ohh! Hey.
What is this?
It's..
A work injury.
You fall
on a corkscrew?
Ryan, you need to get
that looked at.
Yeah. I just got
this job.
I don't need my boss
thinking I can't hack it.
You tend bar.
She'll understand.
All these years later
still worrying about me.
It's kind of cute.
- You know what's kind of cute?
- Hmm?
You...
Without that nastiness
on your shoulder.
You take care
of everyone else.
Take care of yourself
for once.
Giving you
an antibiotic.
So... it's just
an infection?
Well, it might have
turned necrotic
if you had waited
any longer.
Are you sure you're not
having any other symptoms
that you're not
telling me about?
No. I...
maybe a little more
tired than normal.
- Ok.
- Ok.
Kate would pop
two of these,
and she'd be back
in fighting shape.
- Ok. Cool.
- But if you're hurt,
you should sit out
a few days.
Right. Did Kate
ever sit out?
Kate was never shot
with anything
that pierced
through the batsuit,
and you shouldn't
compare yourself to her.
What's my choice, huh?
Everybody else is.
I know you
don't have a Twitter,
so... I assume
you mean Luke.
Just don't tell him
about this, ok?
I don't need another reason
for him not to trust me.
He's been questioning
every decision I make.
Not to backseat drive,
but aren't you
proficient in 6 different
forms of martial arts?
What's the point of
just leaving him here?
I told him we wanted
the location of Coryana.
He'll give it up.
Take it from a foster kid.
It is amazing how well
you behave
when you are
literally starving.
We don't have time
to wait him out.
If Alice finds ocean
before we find Coryana,
Safiyah's gonna give
Kate to her,
and Alice is going
to kill her.
Ok. So,
do your hacker thing
and get some info
on the spiky pole guy
to speed this up.
I already tried.
I tracked his movements
and confirmed
that he wasn't
after Jacob Kane.
He was stalking the guy
that he killed in the alley,
but the victim was
an investment analyst
at Gotham capital
with no record.
What's he got to do
with Coryana?
Sir, I'm not defending
her actions,
but my guess is she's
after what we're after...
Kate's location.
Let her keep
Safiyah's thug.
We got a new lead
on the napier...
Evan Blake,
old friend of Kate's
and a fixture
on the Gotham art scene.
Just flew back
from a trip to Berlin.
He was caught
a couple of years ago
with plundered artifact
and forced to pay restitution.
In other words, a likely
member of the collective
who might cooperate.
Commander, you're
underselling our entire origin
- story.
- Katie Kane saved my life.
- Really?
- Gotham prep.
It's eighth grade,
and the winter formal
is a multiverse
shattering crisis
because
I'm "straight."
Kate was way out
by then,
I had this
tragic crush,
and I asked her
to the dance.
I'm sure she wanted
to roll her eyes so hard,
but with the grace
of a Saint,
she said yes.
The only time you'll
ever hear teenage Kate
described as a Saint.
My parents take me
to pick her up,
and Kate is
jaw-dropping
in this tailored
velvet suit,
just radiating
queer confidence.
I on the other hand dissolve
into a monsoon of tears.
Kate races me up
to her bedroom,
and we go through
the whole thing.
"I'm gay."
"I know."
We make it
to the dance,
and I came out
by default
Because I wore Kate's
alexander McQueen
off-the-shoulder
mini,
which begged
a lot of questions,
but I wasn't
afraid anymore.
I was glowing,
and then Kate ditched me to
make out with Maggie Watson.
Sounds like our girl.
So you need my help
with Kate's disappearance.
I'm here for you.
Kate was looking
for a piece of artwork,
something that may
have gotten her
on the wrong side of
someone very dangerous.
Our theory is
if we find the item
it will lead us
to her captor.
Well, you've come
to the right art snob.
I was senior editor at the
Gotham Museum of Antiquities,
I curate my own
private collections,
I've... got my hands
in a bit of everything.
Yeah. We know.
Agent Moore.
Kate was looking for a
canvas painted by Jack napier,
alias the Joker.
You're aware
of it, yes?
I know the legend.
Psychotic evildoer
breaks into home,
splashes homeowner's
guts all over some old painting
in the foyer and
calls it modern art.
It's a bit on the nose
if you ask me.
Not to mention illegal
to buy, sell, or possess
since it was stolen
from an active crime scene.
I'm sorry. Should
there be a harsh light
shining in my eyes
right now?
Because the Kate I knew
never gave a crap about art,
and I haven't spoken
with her in years.
We have reason to believe
that you're affiliated
with the collective.
Heh.
We'll work to get you
full immunity
if you help us
make contact.
Immunity from what,
Ms. Moore?
I'm a perfect angel.
I thought you were
here friend.
I love Katie,
but this feels like entrapment.
If you need to contact
me again,
I'll refer you
to my lawyers.
I want all our tech inside
every device Evan owns,
round-the-clock
revolving tails.
Yes, sir,
but there could be
an easier way
to locate Coryana...
With Batwoman's help.
Let me ask her
for access to her prisoner.
Batwoman
or whoever it is
who stepped in
for my daughter,
I am not gonna grovel
at her feet.
Then let me do it
or at least ask nicely
because Alice will do
a lot worse than grovel
to find Kate
before we do.
Ocean.
Hi.
Hi.
What do you call it
when you're sure
you've met someone...
You're sure you've never met?
A stay of execution.
♪ There's a full moon,
I'm howlin' tonight ♪
♪ And there's a-blood
on the Thorn of a Rose ♪
Vodka on the rocks.
♪ Think you're
gonna love tonight ♪
♪ Listen, girl, well,
I think you should know ♪
Visiting from Gotham?
Why?
Do I look depressed?
You've got the sophistication
of a city mouse.
Heh. Mouse. Ahem.
Touchy subject.
Don't you think
mice are cute?
I had a mouse
in my life.
I loved him
like a brother,
and when he started
holding me back
from my dreams,
I killed him.
Heh.
Shoot. Um...
I think it's my turn
to, uh...
♪ You better wait ♪
♪ Before your heart is turned
to slate ♪
That is the fastest I've
ever seen him take the hint.
Can I join you
in case he decides
to try it again?
Pretty sure he's in
the next county by now,
but by all means.
Last time I came here
to meet a Batwoman,
the vibes...
were different.
Please say this isn't
a Booty call.
Look. I don't know
where you got this idea
that all crows
are bastards,
but some of us are trying
to make a difference.
Well, in my experience,
when the crows fly together,
they call it a murder
for a reason.
I want to offer you
a deal.
You get everything we know
about Safiyah and Coryana,
and we get access
to your prisoner.
So you can beat him
within an inch of his life.
He's a murderer who knows
where Kate's being held.
- I'll think about it.
- You should be doing
everything in your
power to help Kate.
I don't need a crow
telling me how to do my job.
I'm not speaking
to you as a crow.
Kate's the love
of my life,
and I need your help
to get her back.
Hell to the no. No.
Working with the crows
makes my skin crawl.
- Screw that.
- No.
It's not like we're
hosting them a fundraiser.
Trust me. We make
a deal that sounds good,
they'll break it.
Not if we're dealing
with Sophie.
Sophie has hauled my ass
in for questioning
so many times she knows
my damn coffee order. No!
Will you talk some
sense into her, please?
We're at a dead end, Ryan.
Look. I'm sorry,
but you're outvoted.
I get it.
You want Kate back,
but the crows have tried
to ruin my life for fun.
I'm not helping them!
Ok. So.
Crows horror stories.
You want me to go,
or...
Do you want to do
your first?
My girl Angelique
had a drug habit,
and on
a very ugly night,
she was gone, like
a different person,
so I found her stash,
and I took it,
thinking I could somehow
straighten her out,
bring her back.
I'm on the street,
crying,
no question what kind
of night I'm having,
and I pass
these two crows,
and one of them
yells out,
"you'd be cuter with
a smile on your face."
And my mama told me
what to do about it.
I... pay them no mind
and keep moving,
but they... they
wouldn't let me go,
so my hand went out, my
finger went up, and boom,
those crows had
what they wanted.
They found the drugs
and thought they were yours.
Sorry that happened
to you.
What was yours?
Um... the crows...
Killed my father.
Wait. What?
Really?
Really.
It's, uh, not a story
for today,
but, um...
It's the worst thing
that ever happened to me.
I should have let
you go first.
Look. I will never
forgive them,
and I don't want to
help the crows either,
but we need them
to help us.
Remember, this isn't
punishment
just for the sake
of it.
Given this murderer
every opportunity to talk,
so unless you have
any other ideas,
it's time to take this
to the next level.
You've got
some choices.
You can give us the location
of Coryana...
Unh!
You can get us
in touch with Safiyah
or the man known
as ocean.
Help us find
the napier painting.
Listen to me.
It is not worth
what they're gonna
do to you.
The many arms
will kill whoever
lays hands
on that painting.
You'll never find
Coryana.
I never said the two
were related.
The painting gets us
to Coryana? Is it a map?
- Cyanide capsule!
- Let's get him down!
It's too late.
It's too late.
Kane pushed him
too hard,
and now we're
at a dead end.
Maybe not.
We've been surveilling
a suspect we linked to the Napier,
and we just got a hit
on its location.
A group called
the collective
is having a special
exhibition tomorrow night
to auction
the painting off.
Why now?
Word must have gotten
back to the owner
about the body that
dropped the other night.
Too much heat.
You doing anything
tomorrow night?
You looking for a date
to this thing?
We don't have
an insider,
but we need someone with
no connection to the crows
who can infiltrate
the event
and grab the napier
without getting caught.
I go alone.
No crows
at the location,
no surveillance,
and I want you
directly in charge
of any crows assigned
to this mission.
This is a one-off.
We're not partners.
So... ocean...
What do you do?
I... bore people to death
by telling them
I'm a soil technician.
Ooh. That sounds like
a fancy name
for dirt nerd,
but you smiled
when you said it,
so... you must like
your work.
I grew up in nature.
My family cultivated
everything we ever needed
- from the land.
- Hm.
In a place like Gotham,
where everything is concrete,
isn't that incredible?
So tell me,
where is this magical
place you hail from?
♪ And I chase my whiskey
with the blues ♪
I'm meeting an associate.
Should splash some water
on my face.
5 shots...
No regrets.
Hey. Can I ask you
something?
Have we met
somewhere before?
Think I'd remember you.
♪ Chase my whiskey
with the blues ♪
Probably just thinking
about somebody else.
Oh, well.
Do you mind...
Shutting the shade?
You slept through
half the day.
5 shots, no regrets.
Shall I explain?
I do wish you would.
Some lunatic
on a far-away island
is holding
my sister hostage,
and she won't hand her over
until I gut you
and air mail
the evidence.
This woman got
a name?
Enough women want you dead
I need to be specific?
Just answer
the damn question.
Safiyah.
Although her obedient
island followers call her queen.
Not me.
I called her sister.
I have 3 words.
Who... is she?
- Ohh! Mm-what?!
- Look!
♪ We're making
snow melt ♪
Wait. Are you sure
art collectors
are supposed to have
this much swag?
Well, first of all,
they're not art collectors.
They're outlaws, and if
Evan Blake is the style guide,
this party's about to look
like "the hunger games."
What's Evan Blake's deal?
Ohh.
He and I were always
angling for Kate's affection.
Nope. He was
way more competitive
and had... heh...
A lot more flair than me.
Now he's overeducated,
and apparently,
he's addicted
to mischief.
The crows say that he runs
the door for the collective.
Oh. No.
- Yeah.
- Ok.
Well, I think I can
make this work.
I'd say so.
H-Hey. I... I brought
the plan...
I... I brought
the game plan.
The event is
inside a private hangar
at Gotham international.
It's actually a pretty
clever way of doing this.
So the collective flies in,
they unload their pieces,
they buy, sell, party,
then they load back up,
fly away.
No customs, no TSA,
maximum security.
How are we sneaking the
batsuit through that security?
See, we just happen
to have vip access
to every square inch
of that terminal.
Yeah. Between Wayne
enterprises and Hamilton dynamics,
we burn more
private jet fuel
than the hadids,
Kardashians,
and the air force
combined.
Yeah. So with our
resources,
crows' intelligence,
and a secret agent
that no one's going to
suspect... Ryan Wilder.
Wait. I'm just supposed
to talk my way inside?
Oh, no.
Did you think Mary had
all the accessories?
Look at this
precision metalwork.
The weight is
perfectly balanced.
What's the provenance?
Which bat did it
belong to?
Woman.
- 1.0 or...
- Current model.
The batarang is
a stunning piece.
We'll make an exception
and allow it
into the exhibition.
Ok. I'm really
loving that dress.
Didn't it debut
in London?
- Nailed it.
- Huh.
Actually, it was New York,
winter '18.
Well, I heard there
was a dress code,
so I borrowed it
from a friend.
Heard from who exactly?
Of course, I'm a big believer
in the first amendment
except when it comes to
the shenanigans that go on
behind the collective's
closed doors.
Ha ha! Evan baby,
what are you doing
to my girl here?
You beat
me here.
Ang, big night.
Patrons need their party favors.
Ahh.
And this one's yours?
Yeah. I totally spaced
on the heads up.
- It's fine.
- You're forgiven.
Any questions?
Pronouns?
He/him, they/them.
I go with the flow.
Now, you two, go forth
and do crimes.
Ang, what are
you doing here?
Saving your ass
at the door.
You can't just slide
into the DMm.
You need a referral.
What party favors
was he talking about?
Ang, no.
What do you want me
to say?
That you weren't
lying through your teeth
when you told me you'd
puled your life together.
For your information,
I'm clean.
4 months,
but do you know
what people need
to pull their lives
together? Money.
If you get caught, distribution
is 8-10 at blackgate.
Says the girl turning
Batwoman's missing hardware
into an etsy shop.
We know what
I'm doing here.
What are you doing here?
Save it.
You are the only one here
who's judging.
- Is this thing on?
- Loud and clear.
Want to try
channel two?
No, not really.
Batwoman to Moore.
Copy.
You're late.
Thought maybe you
got cold feet.
Believe it or not,
I ran into an ex.
Oh. Ok. Well, I hope
he's not gonna be drama.
She, and always.
Let you know
when I find the painting.
Stand by.
Luke... got the target.
Ok. Great.
Give me a good look.
Ok. Moving on
to the next phase.
A lot of interest
in this one.
Yeah. It's kind of
gimmicky, isn't it?
Oh, it's dreadful,
zero technique,
but, you know,
celebrity artists.
Hmm. Help me to
understand the appeal
in owning something
like this.
Some of the people
here... total sickos.
- And you?
- I don't like being told
what I can and can't
do in life.
Whether it's the art
I collect
or the clothes
I wear,
I'm not desperate
for anyone's approval.
Still throwing shade at
my borrowed couture. - Heh.
What can I say?
I just prefer to see
everyone's true colors.
So I ran a spectral
analysis
to isolate
the original canvas
underneath the Gore.
I think it's a painting of
ocean currents. You were right.
The Joker splattered
some poor guy
all over a map
to Coryana?
But we'll need to restore
the canvas
to locate the island.
But that means...
You're gonna need
to steal it.
I didn't know Safiyah
had family.
We weren't blood.
Apparently, we
weren't anything.
Why does she
want me dead?
Oh, no offense,
but I have
way too much drama
in my life to care.
She's obviously losing
her touch if she sent you.
I'm sorry. Did you just
call me a bad assassin?
Not to Monday morning
quarterback,
but you had ample
opportunity to kill me.
You knew I was
staying here,
which means you could
have killed me in my sleep,
but maybe you don't
know how to pick a lock.
Fine. Surprise attack
in the bar bathroom...
Easy, private.
At the very least, you can
ambush me in my truck.
I have a backseat, and
I don't lock my doors,
but instead, you, what,
make a scene at the bar,
get my attention,
indulge in smalltalk,
get drunk.
Heh.
Safiyah must be
desperate if she sent you.
I needed more answers
before I could kill you.
I've never seen you
before in my life.
Nor I you, which is why
I needed to know more
before I made ocean
bleed the red sea.
How do you even know
what Coryana looks like?
Because I was there
5 years ago.
That's impossible.
I was there
5 years ago.
- How peculiar.
- Hmm.
Well, I suppose
you could kill me
and then spend the rest
of your life on the run,
seeing as none of this
changes the fact
the island queen
still wants you dead,
or we could give her
a jingle.
I'm good
with option "A."
Safiyah, we both know this
isn't about a stupid flower.
And what do you think
it's about?
Me having the one thing
you can't.
What the hell
was that?
Exactly.
Option "B" it is.
Ahem.
There should be a
dispenser next to the sink
with... uh, you know,
products.
I see it.
A lot of firepower
in that room,
so you're gonna have to
move fast.
Batwoman, status check.
You find it?
Target identified.
I just need to take it
for further analysis.
We'll monitor
from here.
Uh... Batwoman?
I think
we have competition.
Who?
You ever heard
of Wolf Spider?
Shoot him before
he gets too high!
Miss... Miss,
this way, please.
No. Ryan!
Hand it over.
- Hyah!
- Unh!
Ugh!
Damn.
Unh!
Ugh! Ohh.
Painting's on the move.
Do you need medical?
Ugh. Just slow him down.
I'll be there.
We're on it.
Nimble little bastard.
Little taser action
will slow him down.
Damn it! Get me closer.
I'm on it.
Aw. Fricking cartridge
is jammed!
Dude, what did you do?
He jumped
in front of me.
Get some ties on him.
This isn't good.
Call for medical.
Status check.
Target acquired.
We got the painting.
- Let's go.
- What? What are you doing?
We can't leave him
here.
Moore wants
the painting,
not an excessive force
headline.
Let's go.
Someone else
will clean him up.
Evan?
Evan! Evan,
can you hear me?
We're gonna need
a blood drive after this.
- He's gonna recover, right?
- Well, considering he was
hip checked
by a 4,800-pound hunk
of toxic masculinity,
he's doing great.
Distal femur fracture,
dislocated elbow,
minor concussion,
but when
the bone shattered,
it nicked
his femoral artery,
so if you hadn't been
there to bring him in in time,
he would have
bled out.
Ok. What... what
happened back there?
You want to know
what happened?
I listened to you over
my gut, and now look.
I meant what
happened to you?
You sounded like you
were in rough shape.
- You called for backup.
- This isn't about me.
This is about us,
this team and how
I can't keep working
for your approval.
I wanted to suit up
and not think
about you comparing me
to Kate Kane for once,
so I agreed to partner
with the crows,
and for what?
You sided with the guys
who killed your old man.
Your taste sucks,
but you know what?
I wear the suit,
I take the bullets,
so when I say I have
a bad feeling about something,
you two, listen!
Did her majesty say when
she'd grace us with a callback?
Would you just
sit there
without talking?
I have spent more years
of my life
in captivity than any
elephant in the Gotham zoo.
The key to surviving...
Keep yourself entertained.
Rough childhood?
You could say I come
by my abandonment issues
honestly, yeah.
How do you know
Safiyah?
I was squatting on a yacht
in Gotham harbor.
Safiyah's minions were
pirating it while I was on board,
and apparently,
she was impressed
by the fight I put up.
And she let you stay?
- Yeah.
- No way.
The island's cardinal
rule is no outsiders.
Hmm.
Why don't I remember
any of this?
That's the thing.
You should,
and I should remember you.
The fact that we both
have the same memories
makes me think that
Safiyah did something
to...
get us to forget.
You think Safiyah
erased our memory?
Some of them.
The thing is we might
never know.
Tell me you ordered
delivery
and those aren't
1, 2... 3 assassins
approaching.
Hmm.
The many arms
of death.
Oh. More relatives
of yours, I presume.
Yeah. Can you, uh,
cut me loose?
I can't trust you.
You don't trust me
to defend myself
from murder?
Where's ocean?
Hey.
Surprise.
Aah!
Hey. Do you have
any cash?
We should probably leave
the maid a tip.
You're dark.
Shouldn't
have doubted me.
Let's go.
You're driving.
Badges of the crows
who did this.
That's not enough,
burn it all down, girl,
the whole thing.
I can't do that.
I believe in the
mission of the crows.
An organization that
decides what justice is
based on who can pay
the most money,
that beats information
out of its suspects,
that runs someone over
for stealing a painting?
That's what you
believe in?
You think two men losing
their jobs isn't enough?
You're right, but I'm
fighting to change the culture.
Yeah? Well, good luck
with that,
but if you want to party
with me,
add your badge to
that little pile over there.
Until then,
this partnership is over.
What about
the painting?
Our forensics team
is still working on it.
Don't you want to know
where Coryana is?
We'll see who gets
there first.
Mary Hamilton.
Heh heh. Awkward.
Because I know
you're wolf spider?
Because I'm pretty sure
I'm naked.
Oh, very much so.
Evan, you need to
find a better suit.
Spandex is no match
for an oncoming SUV.
Mmm. But it's so
comfortable.
Then maybe find a safer
excuse to play dress-up.
Gotham's elite take
themselves too seriously.
Who else is gonna
eye-roll them
with as much style
as me?
The crows got
the painting.
I was stealing it
for Kate.
Thought I had a better
chance at grabbing it
than the crows.
Hey. Don't beat
yourself up about it
because it turns out nobody
actually got the Napier painting.
It was a forgery.
- That's impossible.
- No.
Batwoman took a sample
of the organic compound
that was painted over
the original canvas,
and it was
pig's blood.
Napier would've never
used pig's blood.
Right. So the crows
ended up
with a decoy copy,
and the original
is still out there
somewhere,
and so is Kate.
♪ I see evil eyes ♪
♪ Looking round ♪
♪ Spirits in disguise ♪
♪ Walking around ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Look, don't touch ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ It's dangerous ♪
- ♪ Something wicked this way comes ♪
- Oh, my god.
♪ Something wicked
this way comes ♪
♪ Something
wicked this way comes ♪
Once we get some
distance from the many arms,
we can try to figure out
what Safiyah did to us
and why.
Looks like you're not as
fast as you think, buddy boy.
They got you
pretty bad back there.
Hey. You all right?
Uh... yeah.
Eyes on the road.
What's with you?
Nothing.
Can you check
in the back real quick?
Is there a white tube
back there?
Yeah.
What is this?
You ever hear of a guy
called Jack Napier?
Greg, move your head!