Gotham (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 13 - Welcome Back, Jim Gordon - full transcript

Previously on Gotham...

I'm sorry you had to get mixed up
in this.

Cause I'm sure you're a...

good, honest girl, really.

- I'm gonna disappear.
- You can't do that!

- I wasn't asking.
- You can't disappear!

You have to come back home with me.

When Detective Gordon finds
the man who killed my parents,

you have to testify.

I want these two alive for now.

You dare use my sainted mother
against me?



You'll suffer for that.

Say your good-byes quickly.

Ms. Mooney has places to go.

Hello, Fish.

Well, you must be the B team.

We just handle transpo.

Bob will be taking care of you.

Bob...

One of our top guys.

You're in good hands.

Good morning.

You're up early!

I haven't made it to bed yet.

Word is you got caught
with Doc Thompkins



in the locker room.

Strictly business.

- Any word on Fish?
- No.

Club's all shot up, blood
everywhere, no sign of Fish.

It's her own damn fault.

She played the game,
she knew the risks.

Sorry, Harv, I know you
have a thing for her.

I don't got a thing for nobody.

My thing is for me.

If anyone can make it out
of a scrape like that, it's Fish,

the woman's nails.

Come on, we got a case.

Yeah. What do we got?

Public service homicide.

Vic's a douche.

Flass? Gordon.

Gordon? Flass.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Flass works Narcotics.

Hence the bling and the, uh,
no doubt expensive

yet somehow cheap-looking
Italian suit.

Ah, Bullock,
still dressing in the dark

and smelling like a taphouse whore.

One of Flass's connections
tipped him off on the body.

Why don't you tell Gordon
about the kid?

Pinky Littlefield.

Dealer from a crew known
as the Uptown Assassins.

He works this block. Well,

least he did.

Any drugs on him?

Didn't find any.

My big wild guess:
deal gone bad.

Kid like this, bound to happen
sooner or later.

Like I said,
public service homicide.

Well, boys, I've got another case
I've got to attend to,

so if you don't... need
any more hand-holding...

I'm gonna walk you out.

Hey, unis think
they may have found a witness.

Night janitor.

They're bringing him over.

Jim, Mr. Winkler.

Sir.

No need for the formalities,

so... call me Leon.

Leon.

We really appreciate
you stepping forward.

My wife Louisa always says,
if you don't step forward,

you step back.

She sounds like a smart lady.

Yes, she is.

So, uh, do I give a statement?

A description of the killer?

I'm not sure how this works.

Would you be willing
to come down to the precinct,

work with a sketch artist?

That... really is the best way
to catch the killer.

It'd be a huge help.

Of course.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, sweetheart,
I'm still at the precinct.

I know.

Of course, yeah.

Well... Okay.

They send in the sketch artist yet?

No, not yet.

Louisa, I have to go.

Bye-bye.

But you did see the killer, right?

Uh, yes, that's... what I told
the detectives earlier.

I'm sorry, who are you?

How the hell did this happen?

Security cameras inside
and outside the room

were turned off.

Ed, you got any thoughts on the weapon?

What's strong enough to smash ships
but still fears the sun?

Can it with the riddles, Ed.

I don't have the patience today
or any day.

- Ice.
- Correct.

Gauging by the small circumference
of the wounds,

I believe the weapon is
an ice pick.

Carbon steel,
six inches long.

Driven in deep enough that it marked
the surrounding tissue

with an imprint
of a distinctive hexagonal handle.

It's not your standard kitchen fare.

Fun fact, gentlemen:

Mr. Winkler's wounds here

are the exact same as the wounds
on the victim from this morning.

- The drug dealer? Littlefield?
- Him. Same weapon.

Same killer, one would suppose.

Damn it.

Right in our house.

Okay...

What is your name?

You know who I am.

It's just a formality.

I...

like to be sure.

Bob, hmm?

Is that short for Robert?

You have any family, Robert?

Two lovely daughters.

I'm putting you down as
Maria Mercedes Mooney, aka Fish.

We'll be extracting a very sincere
apology from you today.

Shouldn't take too long.

How old are your girls, Robert?

I bet you they're
some ugly little creatures.

Now, come on, Fish.

No call for rudeness.

Only my friends call me Fish,
darling.

And you and I,

we're not friends...

yet.

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You go get him.

I got to find the keys
to the incinerator.

Hey, Marco.

Where's... Fish... Mooney?!

How is anyone gonna trust us
to keep them safe?

We can't protect people
in our own house!

Upside is the place
is crawling with criminals,

so we got beaucoup suspects
to choose from.

That's an upside?

Security cameras were turned off.

Could've been a cop.

Probably was.

You do not even think
something like that.

The second that those guys
out there

hear that you're looking
at a cop,

they are gonna turn on you.

Bullock's right.
You start pointing fingers,

you could jeopardize
your reinstatement.

You need concrete evidence
to even think

of accusing another officer
of murder.

I'll start with the guard duty
logbook.

Jim...

Winkler was my witness.

No way I'm letting this
ride.

I asked him to come in here,
I'm gonna find his killer.

No matter who it is.

Proceed with caution.

Yes, ma'am.

No big moves
without my say-so.

I do believe...

this is the second time we've been around
this block, Master Bruce.

Selina likes to hang out here.

It's worth doubling back.

Besides, you got what you wanted.

I went out of town like you asked.

For weeks.

Yeah, well...

It wasn't safe here, was it?

The assassins weren't after me.

They were after her.

Yeah, and we'll be back
on that plane

straight back to the bloody Alps
the first sign of trouble, I tell you.

Master Bruce.

Master Bruce,
get back in the car now!

Can we walk around the block
just once?

Then I'll get back in the car.

Please, Alfred.

Once around the block
and then home.

Thank you.

Got the rest of your life like that

to get whipped into a frenzy
by the females.

I don't know why you want
to start now.

It's not like that.

Out of my way!

Ivy?

Steady, Master Bruce.
Looks like she's got the mange.

Look who it is.
Billionaire Bruce Wayne.

Who are you, his bodyguard?

If needs be, miss, yes.

What's in the bag?

It's for Selina.

Have you seen her?

Sure. I can give it to her
if you want.

Perhaps you could pass on
a message for me.

Tell her I'm looking for her.

20 bucks.

Alfred.

20 bucks.

There we are, miss.

Delightful friends you have,
Master Bruce.

Home.

That's all you got?

You are gonna bore me
to death, fella!

That's impressive.

Different strokes, eh?

You know, me,

I can't stand hot spicy food,

but my wife, you know,
she loves it.

Hotter the better.

Now, where, oh, where
are we gonna begin?

Now, taking off a hand,
that's devastating.

But I've found...

that taking out a knee...

You okay, Fish?

A page is missing
from this logbook.

Now, that in and of itself

is grounds for dismissal
from the force.

So my question to you is:

Who was on guard duty outside
of interrogation this morning?

No idea, man.

Nobody's talking.

They're protecting their own.

Or they just don't like you.

Face it, Harvey.

Leon Winkler's killer is a cop.

Not proven.

Come on, you know these guys.

You've known them since way back.

Give me some leverage.
Give me an angle.

You really want to work
with a murderer?

Somebody gets whacked
in the GCPD.

Somebody's gonna get fired for this.

Not me, pal.

Grover...

We got a reliable guy,

says it was you pulled the page
from the guard duty logbook.

No way. Whe...
Where did you get that?

- Who said that?
- Alvarez.

If he said that,
that son of a bitch is lying.

Why would he lie?

Look, six years ago,
I had a thing with his wife, okay?

Six years ago.
He is a vindictive bastard.

Well, look, that's none
of our business, huh?

Look at it from our point of view.

We got to find the culprit.

Brass demands one.

But it wasn't me.

Then who was it?

Delaware?
Anybody seen Delaware?!

Saw him go to the garage.

Hey. Delaware!

Hey!

Hey!

You're gonna regret that.

You were guarding interrogation
this morning, weren't you?

Screw off.

Hey!

Jim.

What the hell are you doing?

You couldn't bring him in here
quietly,

put him in some back room?

You making some kind of statement?

Damn right I am.

I warned you
and you didn't listen.

I have evidence.

The same drugs I found
in Littlefield's shoe

at the crime scene yesterday morning.

That evidence...

is part of an ongoing undercover
Narco investigation.

You expect us to believe that?

Jim, Narco's been knee-deep
in the uptown drug trade

for months.

I've got a matrix of undercovers

that have put their lives at stake
for this investigation.

Your little stunt gets out,
you unravel the whole operation.

Not to mention,
the search was illegal.

So we're ignoring Delaware's
involvement in Winkler's death?

Is that what we're doing, Cap?

No, but this isn't the way, Jim.

I'm turning over the case
to Internal Affairs.

I.A.?

Two old drunks in the basement?

You and Bullock

are no longer investigating
the Winkler murder.

What about the Littlefield murder?

Or, wait, is that also a part of an
ongoing narco investigation?

All you, buddy. Let me know
if you need any help.

I'm sorry about the confusion.

Can I help you with something?

Did you know, Miss Kringle,

that the earliest greeting cards
dated back to Germany in the 1400s?

I have a lot of work to do.

This is for you.

Doesn't say anything weird,
does it?

No, ma'am.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

I'm fine, Butch.

Here. Try this.

You okay?

I'm starving!

Ah. You are one tough cookie.

Thank you, Butch.

Listen, we should hit the road.

I figure we've got about
an hour before Falcone...

Oh, I'm not going anywhere
until I find Penguin.

He's the one that told Falcone
about Liza.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, boss,
I don't know if you remember,

but as of last night,
we don't have any men.

Falcone's gonna have the whole city
looking for us.

I'm not going anywhere

until I cut...
Penguin's... throat!

One..., two..., three.

What do you think, Mother?

Oh, it's beautiful.

Oh, so classy.

Like an opera house.

Oh!

A chandelier.

Ah, like home.

Someone left... a scarf.

It's beautiful with my dress.

Finders keepers.

And now...

you are in charge of this club?

Spoiled my surprise.

No. Oh, no, no, liebchen.

No, don't be angry. No.

Such good news.

My boy has a club.

Will have a club.

There's still a few loose ends
to tie up, but...

soon it will be mine.

I am so proud of you...

I could spit.

Listen, Jim, there's something
I gotta tell you.

A few years ago,
Flass and his people...

started busting drug dealers,

taking over their stash houses,
running them themselves.

Now?

You tell me this now?

Look, I respond to crises
as they arise.

I'm not a forward planner like you.
I didn't tell you then

because I didn't want
to get you all riled you up,

but I'm telling you now...
because I want you to stop.

Flass is protected.

By who?

Serious people.

Really high up. Big money.

For all I know, the commissioner
gets a piece too.

You mess with Flass, you can forget
going back to Arkham.

These guys do not play.

These stash houses...,

think you can get me
a location on them?

Did you not hear a word
I just said?

The stash houses could give us
evidence linking Flass

to Littlefield's murder.

We nail him for Littlefield,
we can nail him for Winkler.

- Jim...
- I can't let it be, Harvey.

You should know that by now.

Mick, it's Harv.

You know that thing you and Donnie
were working on?

The Flass thing?

I need your help.

Prime spot for a stash house.

Yeah.

Delaware!

Hand over the boxes.

You don't learn, do ya?

Get out of my face.

Hey. Hey!

No need to rough each other up,
gentlemen.

I got a warrant.

Giving us the legal right
to search and seizure.

It seems this warehouse
was being used as a home base

by the Uptown Assassins.

You expect us to believe
you got a signed warrant

to clear your own stash house?

On the commissioner's request.

Signed by Judge Bam-Bam.

Guess you don't have
a leg to stand on...,

"homicide".

- So, what's our next step?
- Next step?

We got nothing to tie Flass
to the drugs or the murders.

Murder.

Just one.

Internal Affairs just ruled
Winkler's death as a suicide.

They're releasing the body
to his wife.

Leon was... so very happy.

This just can't be right.
Can't be...

A suicide?

He stabbed himself in the back
with an ice pick?!

That's absurd!

A ruling this quick means
the commissioner was involved.

Screw the commissioner.

Going forward with this...
puts all of our jobs at risk.

Look,

I want to help you, Jim.

There are people here in GCPD
who want to help you.

- So why don't they?
- They have.

I have.

And we learned the hard way.

With men like Flass,
you need more than words.

You need results.

And that's not gonna happen
this time around.

So do us all a favor... and move on
to the next vic.

Please.

Where you going?

Back in an hour.

Listen to this. This is classic.

Stop it. Come on.

Hey. Come on.

"Dear Miss Kringle,

your eyes are as green
as a meadow.

Your smile is as bright
as the sun.

Your skin is as white
as a snowflake.

It seems like your life is fun."

- Really?
- Oh, hey!

It's the writer himself.

It's a real piece of work you got there,
perv.

I wouldn't quit your day job
if I were you.

Roger, dodger.

- Roger, dodger?
- Stop it.

What a creep.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

One, two, three.
One...

Oh!...
Now... Now you are getting it.

You are so graceful
for such a big man.

Isn't he graceful, Oswald?

Yes, Mother.

Jim.

Welcome.

Come in.

Another handsome man
at the party.

I am so lucky.

This... is Jim Gordon,

the detective friend
I was telling you about.

Oh.

So nice to meet
a friend of Oswald's.

I am Gertrud Kapelput.

Nice to meet you too,
Mrs. Kapelput.

Hmm.

Mother,

Jim and I have
very important business.

No. Oh, sad.
Oh no, sad.

A little soon to be celebrating,
don't you think?

Well, don't just stand there.
Sit.

This won't take long.

I insist. Sit.

I'm so very glad you called,
Jim Gordon.

It's been far too long
since we've seen each other.

I was beginning to think
you'd... forgotten about me.

I need a favor.

Do you know anything about
a narcotics detective

by the name of Arnold Flass?

I've heard the name.

I'm investigating him
and his crew for murder...,

but I've hit a wall.

He's too well-connected.

I figured since Maroni runs
the drug trade...,

maybe you could find somebody
with the goods on Flass?

- But...
- Shh.

Say no more.

Favor is done.

I'll make some calls.

And what do I owe you in return?

Friends don't owe friends, silly.

They... just do favors
because they want to.

Because they're friends.

- Nobody gets hurt.
- Of course.

No one gets hurt.

Champagne?

Oh, dear me.

What happened here?

Call Falcone.

No kidding?

Thank you!

Thank you, boys. Lovely.

No. I... I am dancing still. Shh.

- You may go.
- Oh, why you make them go?

Gabe..., on your way
to help my dear friend Jim,

could you... be a gentleman
and take Mother home?

Sure thing, boss.

Come on, Mrs. K.

A palace.

My boy has a palace.

Such a good boy.

Don't worry.

I will be back.

i wanna be somebody else today

i wanna take my shoes out

it ain't like me to complain,

but it just feels like
i'm losing

Ladies and gentlemen,
friends,

celebrities from around the world...,

my name is Oswald Cobblepot.

Here we are at last.

It is with deep
and sincere pleasure

that I bid you welcome
to the official grand opening

of my newest night spot, the...

Not bad.

I do believe you need
to project more.

Just to create a bit more...
excitement for the audience.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome!... to Fish Mooney's!

Like that.

What kind of weirdo
plays chess with himself?

Don't you have a butler to do
that kind of stuff with you?

He's making lunch.

I got your message.

I'm glad you're safe.

Alfred made me go out of town.

Switzerland.
We have a house there.

Chalet, I guess.

A chalet?

It's basically a house.

Why did you want to see me?

We're friends, aren't we?

You've been driving around
looking for me,

sending messages. What's up?

I got you a present.

It looks like the town we stayed in.

Whoa.

Thank you.

Also, I wanted to know if,
uh...,

if you wanted to stay here
in my house.

Why?

I figure we can help each other out.

You can help me find the man
who killed my parents and...

I can... give you a better place
to live.

What's better about it?

Listen, kid...,

chill.

I came here to tell you
to stop hassling me.

Hassling you?

Yeah.

You're beginning to bug me.

I thought we were friends.

Listen, I lied.

I... didn't see
who killed your parents.

I didn't see his face.

I don't understand.

I lied so I wouldn't get locked up
in juvie.

So it's no use

buying me presents,
or sending me messages,

or trying to hang out.

There's no point because...
I can't help you.

Pinky Littlefield
was light two weeks running.

If you don't pay up,
there's consequences.

Flass killed him to send a message.

But please, please!
I swear that's all I know.

You sure?

I swear, man, I swear!

I believe you.

But I think I'll need something
a bit more tangible.

No. No, no, no! Please, no!

No! No! Please, no!

I swear, man! I swear!

How are you liking
show business now?

Please, Ms. Mooney.

You're making a mistake.

I... I beg of you,
let me speak.

I know we've had our differences.

- Hmm.
- We could combine our forces.

Think how'd we fool everyone.

Me... work with you?

I found you.

I made you!

When you walked in here,
you were a sad little wannabe.

Remember that, Butch?

You were so afraid.

Shook like a leaf in fall.

You're a servant.

An umbrella boy.

You're... a nobody.

This nobody still outfoxed you
at every turn.

I was working for Falcone
the whole time!

And you didn't have the sense to see it!

Hello.

Seems like Mooney's
is the... place to be today.

- Come on, come on!
- No!

Come on!

Go, go, go!

Here.

You got to go!

I'll slow them down!

- No, no!
- Go!

Hello again.

Where is she?

What do you think, girls?

Should we kill him...

or should we take him home
to play with?

Mr. Nygma?

Miss Kringle?

Am I interrupting?

Yes.

I'm surgically removing the onions
from my takeout,

so if you don't mind...

Mr. Nygma, I...
owe you an apology.

I didn't give Arnold the card.

He found it in my desk.

He has a strange sense of humor.

I thought your card was...

very...

Uh...,

thoughtful.

I guess.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

Miss Kringle, would you...

No, no, no, no, no. Please,
don't say anything else.

Just, please.

There's hope.

What's this?

Murder weapon and a tape
of Delaware rolling on Flass.

Smart cookie, that one.

Flass gave me the ice pick
to throw away.

Delaware kept it
in case he had to cover his own ass.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Master Bruce?

She was lying.

Oh...

I see.

Shall I get a broom then?

Or would you rather continue crying

over the shattered fragments
of your...

young dreams?

Yes, Alfred.

A broom.

Very good, Master Bruce.

I'll find other leads.

No doubt.

I knew she was a wrong 'un.

Arnold Flass!

You're under arrest
for the murder of Leon Winkler.

Keep walking, mutt.
You got nothing.

That's 20 years upstate right there.

Delaware gave you up.

Jimbo...,

you really think these guys
are gonna let you arrest me?

Hmm?

These are my friends.

This is my house.

This is not your house!

You're a drug dealer
and a murderer.

You don't belong here.

You don't deserve the badge.

You believe this crap?

How long you been here?

A few months?

Why don't you come preach to me
in five years?

He murdered Leon Winkler!

An innocent man...
who trusted us!

Who trusted this!

- That's right.
- Yeah.

Enough to step forward
and help us solve a case.

A man who died so Detective Flass
could protect himself.

I.A. ruled it a suicide.

I'm arresting this man.

Get real, dumb-ass.
I'm protected.

You can help me
or you can try and stop me.

Either way,
I'm doing my duty.

Hey, back off, all right?!

I'm protected! Get out of here.

Shut up, Flass.

Arnold Flass, you're under arrest
for murder.

The hell do you think you're doing?
Are you crazy?

Read him his rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you...

You can't keep me in here!

Do you know how many people I got?!

Thanks, Cap.

Here.

So, what's the plan?

I'm gonna leave town,
lay low for a while.

But then I'm gonna come back
and kill Penguin...

when the time is right.

Listen,

you know I have your best interests
at heart.

- Don't come back.
- No.

You will see me again.

And in the meantime,
do me a favor.

Find Butch.

And if he's alive, help him.

I will.

See you soon.

Be good.

Always.

Good night.

Night, Detective.

Yo.

That big guy visit you?

Give you the package I sent?

Yeah. Thanks. That was, uh...

Yo, this...
So this means we're even?

I ratted out Flass like you wanted.

So now you back off, right?

Nothing more is gonna happen
to my wife?

She's safe?
My family's safe?

I don't understand
what you're talking about.

Okay, okay! No worries.

Look, never mind I pressed.

I won't say nothing to no one.

I'll... I'll... I'll pretend this
conversation never happened.

Okay? Just...

keep my wife and kids out of it.

I'm... I'm begging you.

Please.

Please!

Please!

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