Gotham (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 19 - Beasts of Prey - full transcript

Gordon and Bullock inspect a cold case involving "the Ogre", a serial killer who targets young women in Gotham City. Meanwhile, Fish plots her escape from the Dollmaker, and Bruce and Selina confront Reggie.

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Previously on Gotham...

I had a meeting with the board
of Wayne Enterprises

to tell them I was
investigating them,

so they sent someone
we'd trust to spy on us.

Alfred was stabbed.

It was a friend of his
from the army.

What was he looking for?

Some of my files were missing.

I could find out who hired him.
He's... He's the key to everything.

I have a plan.

I promise you,



I will get some of us out of here
alive.

Who are you?

Dr. Francis Dulmacher.

The people in the basement
trust me.

Put me in charge

and I promise you a dependable
flow of healthy product.

And if I fail?

Those who fail me
still have their uses.

What are they doing?!

I'm sorry, honey.
You're on the list.

Half the cops in the GCPD
have a Cobblepot,

and Loeb has the goods
on all of them.

That is what Loeb does.

Well, it ends now.



So what do you want?

With the coming election
for president...

of the Policemen's Union...,

there's no man
I'd rather support.

It's a new day in the GCPD.

- Hmm, looking good, Ms. Cavanaugh.
- Thank you.

- How's that swelling?
- Fine.

If you need more ice packs,
I'll let Denise know.

Mr. Douglas, I know
you don't like your view,

and as soon as a recovery suite
is open, I'm going to move you.

Oh.

Is there a problem?

- You're outside.
- You're observant.

I'm the new assistant
for the doctor.

I'm Fish. And you are?

Inside you're free to roam.

That's Dr. Dulmacher's prerogative,

but... once you step
outside, you're in my world.

I'm the man who catches the poor
souls brave enough to try to escape.

Ah, you're the Catcher.

I've heard a lot about you.

So, have there been many?

Poor souls, I mean.

No.

The water does most of the work,
but...

every so often, someone
gets stupid and... gives it a go.

I didn't know I wasn't supposed to be
outside.

My mistake.

Make that mistake again,

and it'll be your last.

I saw the papers the other day.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

So, what does president
of the Policeman's Union do, exactly?

Depends on the president.

- I see.
- How's Alfred?

- Whi... Whinier than I thought.
- Hmm.

No, he's... he's getting better.

Glad to hear it.

You two lied about
who stabbed him, didn't you?

That's why you're here?

Is it?

Yes.

Did you?

Lie to me?

No.

If we don't have a description
of the culprit, we won't find him.

I wish I could help you, Detective.

Alfred wants to go after him...
on his own.

That's why you lied to me.

No.

Bruce, look at me.

Whatever Alfred is up to,
you have to stay out of it.

It's dangerous,
and it's not your fight.

I cut this bread way too thick,
didn't I?

Bruce...

I understand what you're saying.

Okay, then.

Detective Gordon.

Len Moore.

Officer, what can I help you with?

- You're a man with a reputation.
- Oh yeah?

A Gotham detective
who actually closes cases.

I try.

Uh, that's actually why I'm here.

Oh yeah?

See, a few weeks ago, I was
a first responder to a homicide.

Victim's name was Grace Fairchild.

They found her body down
by the river, stabbed to death,

and the detectives
who caught the case,

they got nowhere with it
and moved on.

I'm sorry to hear that,
but it happens.

I was wondering if you could
pick up where they left off.

You want me to take over the case?

Yeah.

Look, Len, I got a full boat here.

This victim's family,
they deserve justice.

Well, yeah.

Her killer deserves
to pay for what he did.

This was a nasty one.

They're all nasty.
What's your angle on this?

No angle. It's just...

Well, there's a few of us
younger guys,

and we've been watching

what you've been doing
to clean up Gotham and the GCPD.

And I want to be a part of it,
and bringing you this case...

is my way of trying to do that.

I'll look into it.

Ready to go?

Ready?

I have been dreaming about
the carbonara at Luccio's all day.

- New case?
- Uh, sort of.

It's an unsolved homicide
a uni asked me to look into.

- It's an odd one.
- Oh, how so?

I thought you were hungry.

What can I say?
You had me at Homicide.

The victim, Grace Fairchild,
was found two weeks ago.

She was reported missing
four months earlier.

Last anyone heard, she,
uh, called her mother.

Said she was having a drink
at a bar in the South Village.

That's my neighborhood.
What bar?

Detectives canvassed the area.
Nobody knows.

No leads, no tips.

I'm starting to see
why the case was dropped.

God, we were almost the same age.

We could've been friends.

You know, they have a few speakeasies
in the South Village.

It's a new thing.

You walk in through a dry cleaners
or a shoe store to get inside.

Easy to miss
if you're not in the know.

Thanks, I'll check it out.

Good.

I'm glad you're looking into this.

Whoever did this is a monster.

Kelly.

Ow.

Shh, shh, shh.

Oh God.

Shh, shh.

Still bad.

What do you want?

I have a plan,
but I need your help.

What plan?

We're going to escape.

I'm getting off
of this hell of an island,

or I'm gonna die trying.

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Alfred?

Where are you going?

Into the city, Master Bruce.

If I know Reggie,

he's probably drunk himself
half to death by now...

and is moving swiftly
on to the harder stuff.

I'll probably find him...

holed up in a shooting gallery,
totally off his maracas.

Alfred, you can't go.

- You're not well.
- No choice, Master Bruce.

He'll only be here for a few days.

Enough time to get his fix,
then he'll be off.

Well, then we better get going.

If you think I'm gonna take you,
Master...

Oh, dear.

Good day, Lidia.

Have you thought about my offer?

I told you already,
my place is not for sale.

Please, I beg of you,
think again.

I will serve strictly
as a silent partner.

You.. will continue to run
the day-to-day operations.

Che pazzo, I told you already!

Madam, please,
I... I meant no... harm.

Okay, Mama.
You made your point.

Madam, I assure you,

I have a sincere interest
in your establishment.

If money is not what you seek...,

surely there is something
you want.

My granddaughter, Antonia,

she's beautiful,

virtuous,

an angel!

And she has been seduced...

by a silver-tongued guitar player.

Lucifer himself.

A tragedy.

You make her come home,

leave this... pappone...,

then I'll consider your offer.

Madam,

she will be home
for Sunday Mass.

You have my word.

This place is a dump,
real nickel-and-dime.

It's worth far more than that, Gabe.

You just don't see it yet.

No.

I'm not saying we officially
take over the investigation;

just help me look into it.

No.

Harvey, the victim deserves justice.

Yeah, and I deserve
a mute supermodel

who likes pasty Irish guys
and loves to cook.

It's not happening.

Besides, we both know

that justice... isn't the real reason
you want this one.

- Hello, Detectives.
- Ed, question:

Would you rather work more or less?

- Is this a riddle?
- Exactly.

You're helping. What's up?

Uh, list of all establishments
in the South Village

- with a current liquor license.
- Including speakeasies?

Yes, sire. Four of which,
you'll be pleased to know,

were missed
by the original detectives.

Ah, that's great, Ed. Thanks.

One more thing.

I was going through the crime scene
evidence from the Fairchild murder,

and, uh..., there's a piece
of evidence missing.

Any idea what it is?

No, but it's labeled "3A".
Think you can find it?

Detective, I will solve
this puzzle.

You coming?

Let me say it in Spanish:

No.

Okay, look, you're right.
I'm ambitious.

I want to show people around here

that things are gonna change.

But, Harvey, I can't do that
without your help.

Look, I know
you're riding high,

what with getting over on Loeb and all.

But there's one thing
you should always remember:

Fly too close to the sun,

you're gonna get burned.

- You done?
- Yeah.

Good. Then get your ass up.

So, that's it.

So you're trying to tell me

you actually think
we can get out of here.

That's what I said, didn't I?

- How?
- With cunning and guile.

But it won't work
without your help.

Well, why us?

Why not your friends?

There's no telling
how this is all going to go down

during the breakout.

Just in case it goes south,

I need some stone cold killers
by my side,

not some whipped-ass victims.

That's fair.

What's the plan?

Outside, there's a boat
down by the shore,

big enough to carry
the six of us off of this island.

A boat?

And you have a better idea?

I heard a chopper land
the other day.

Thumped like a son of a bitch.
Why don't we fly out of here?

Do any of you know
how to fly a helicopter?

Mm-hmm. That's why.

All right. This boat...,

you got the keys to it?

No. Not yet, but I will.

So, are you in, or out?

We're oh-for-three,
my dogs are barking.

I'm hardly one to complain
about going to a bar,

but this is getting ridiculous.

It's grunt work,
just like any other case.

Except it's not just
like any other case;

it's a hobby.

Everybody needs a hobby.

GCPD Homicide!

Yeah, she was in here.

A while ago,
maybe... three or four months?

You remember her?

Yeah, she mentioned she went
to a rival college of mine.

- Plus...
- Plus what?

To be honest with you,
her date was hot.

Her date?
Remember what he looked like?

Just that he was... good-looking,

but... classy, you know?

Okay. Your turn.

How is a successful,
funny,

mildly good-looking guy like you
still single?

Mildly?

Maybe a little bit more than that.

Come on, something has to be
wrong with you.

Maybe you're right.
I've, uh...

I've had plenty of relationships,

but... in the end, they...

never seem to work out.

Why not?

I think what I'm looking for
frightens people.

Uh... Okay.

No, it's...

- it's nothing weird.
- What, then?

It's gonna sound cheesy.

I won't laugh, I promise.

What I'm looking for...

is unconditional love.

Unconditional,

real, intense... love.

Cheesy, right?

Totally.

Wow.

- You like it?
- It'll do.

There's some wine in the kitchen.

Open anything you like.

May I take your jacket?

This place must work well.

What do you mean?

With the women
that you bring back here.

Actually, it's...

been a while
since I've had anyone over.

Hmm.

- Lucky me.
- I'm the lucky one.

Thank you for...
taking a chance on me.

Are you kidding me?

Look at this place.

I could definitely stay here...

for a night.

Look, if he, uh,

comes back in or you think
of anything else, give me a call.

Sure.

He was right here, Harvey.

Yeah.

You're not dropping this one,
are you?

Not a chance.

So,

are we in agreement?

Not quite.

Says he still loves the girl,
he won't leave her.

Antonia and I are destined
to be together,

and nothing you can do...
will make me stop loving her.

See what I mean?
True love.

You want me to put a slug in him,
see if that loosens him up?

No.

He's a guitar player.

Lose the fingers.

You want me to shoot his fingers?

Don't shoot them!

Lose them.

Just the man I wanted to see.

Oh, don't say that.

You're gonna make Jim jealous.

I finished the Fairchild autopsy

and the results were
a little strange.

Strange how?

Grace Fairchild was missing
for over four months.

Usually, with these kind
of abductions,

there's a lot of... trauma
and abuse to the body,

but not this time.

Other than the stab wounds
to her heart and her throat,

her body was mostly pristine.

That doesn't add up.

Unless...

Unless what?

You ever consider
she ran off on her own?

That her going missing has
nothing to do with her murder?

The findings would certainly
support that.

Maybe.

No.

No, Fairchild had a good job,
a mortgage.

Hell, she called her mother
the night she went missing.

No, she didn't run away,
she was taken.

And whoever took her
kept her locked away...

till he was good and ready...

and then he killed her.

I know it.

Morning.

How'd you sleep?

Like a baby.

So, I thought, after breakfast,

we could go to the, uh, Palick exhibit.
It's only in town another week.

Oh,

I would love to, really,
but I am already late,

and I've got a morning meeting
and a work lunch.

- So reschedule it.
- I can't.

I had a really good time
with you last night.

And... I hope that I get
to see you again.

At least, uh...,
have some breakfast.

Oh, I still have to go home
and change and I am so late.

Next time.

Call me tonight.

I can come over after work,

if you want.

Oh, Jason...,

please, I really have to go.

No.

You don't.

Ms. Mooney.

What a surprise.

Is there something I can do
for you?

Well...,

supplies were running low...

for the inmates.

Those are in the storage room.

But then, of course,
you already knew that.

The one thing
I won't tolerate...

is dishonesty.

You were trying to escape,
weren't you?

No.

I'll tell you what.

I'm going to shoot you
in the stomach.

You'll feel pressure at first.

Then you'll feel an intense burning
like you've never felt in your life.

Maybe that will properly motivate you
to be honest with me.

I ask you again.

Were you trying to escape?

No.

How disappointing.

Wait! S... Stop. Wait, wait.

I was lying, but I... but I
wasn't trying to escape.

You were going to kill me?

Slit my throat, perhaps?

No, I swear.

Not yours.

Not yours.

Every night when I close my eyes,
I pray to God!...

that nightmare... doesn't come.

That...

living, breathing... man
stitched together with...

arms and legs that weren't his.

That nightmare you created.

I've faced dangerous men.

But none like you...,

Dollmaker.

So you'd rather
take your own life

than end up
one of my creations?

Yes.

Well, Ms. Mooney...,

try anything like this again,

and your nightmare
will come true.

I will bring you back from the dead,
if I have to...

and make you into something
the world has never seen.

Was there something else?

No.

Could've smashed your head
with a brick, you know?

Why would you do that?

Why'd you even say that?

Just thought you should know.

What's up?
Why're you looking for me?

Reggie Payne,
the man who stabbed Alfred,

he's in Gotham.

And you need my help
to find him. Okay.

Alfred said he'd be
at a gun range for a few days,

but I checked every one in the city.
Nothing.

Who stays at a gun range
for a few days?

- Doesn't make any sense.
- That's what he said.

Said Reggie'd be
at a shooting gallery.

That's not the same
as a gun range, silly.

You really need to get out more.

All right, all right, all right.

Go get yourself cleaned up.

I'll be back in a minute.

So, shall we discuss terms?

- So, what is it?
- Well, to be clear,

this isn't an actual piece
of crime scene evidence.

It's long gone,
as far as I can tell.

What I was able to find
is a photocopy

buried deep in a logbook.

It's a broken heart,
hand-painted, I'd guess.

This was at the crime scene?

You're sure?

Well, not this, exactly.

You see, a photocopy
is a replica...

Damn it. No, Ed, not now.

- What's wrong?
- I warned you.

But no, you had to go
and get both of us burned.

What are you talking about?

This guy you're after,
this is not his first rodeo.

He's a serial killer.

This looks delicious.

Thank you.

I, uh...

You think I may have...
overcooked the lamb?

A little bit?
But I... I, uh...

I'm sure it's fine.

How was your day?

Wonderful, darling.

And how was yours?

Good.

Thank you for asking.

Hmm.

I think you might...
have been right...

about the lamb.

I'm so sorry.

It's fine.

I checked it twice
when it was in the oven,

and I think it might be..
hotter than it says it is...

You know?

I don't think...
this is working out.

It's not you.

It's me.

Could have had something special.

Please. Please, don't hurt me.

You know, I really thought
you were the one.

Please.

No.

Don't worry.
Sooner or later, I'll find her.

I still don't get it.

Why all that trouble
for this pile of bricks?

This was never about money,
Gabe.

Not about money?
What else is there?

All kinds of things
motivate people.

Lust, ambition, envy.

Okay. What motivated you?

Why do you want this place so bad?

It's simple.

This is where I'm gonna kill
Don Maroni.

It's time.
Are you ready?

Let's go.

Now, as soon as this door opens,
an alarm will go off,

and we will not have much time.

- What about the gate?
- Unlocked last night.

Take these.

Get the boat started
as soon as you get there.

You're not coming with us?

I'm coming, I'll be right back.
I need to get Kelly.

He can barely walk! Let's go.

Call me sentimental,
but I cannot leave him here.

And you...
better not leave me.

You lied to me, Fish.

I warned you what would happen
if you lied to me.

Oh, what wonders
I'm gonna make of your parts.

See you around, Doc.

Leave him there!
We don't have much time.

Let's go!

This way!

They're headed for the boat.

What are you doing, man?
Open up the gate!

I can't! It's locked.

What?
Fish said she unlocked it.

That bitch.

What?

Fish.

She set us up.

Kelly, other side!

Hurry!

You told them you couldn't fly,
didn't you?

I lied.

The chopper.

Hold on!

Fish!

He abducts young, single,
attractive women

and he keeps them, sometimes
for a week,

sometimes for months.

Then he dumps their bodies
around Gotham.

- How many has he killed?
- A dozen, maybe more.

Every time he makes a kill,
he leaves one of these at the crime scene.

It's his calling card.

So who is he?

No one knows.

Thinking is he's educated,
decent-looking, rich.

But that's just a profile.

Some of the guys call him
The Don Juan Killer.

Most call him the Ogre.

So why haven't I heard
about this guy before?

Why hasn't the public?

- It's the GCPD's...
- Hey, fellas!

...dirty little secret.

Only a handful of senior detectives
know anything about this guy,

and they sure as hell ain't
leaking it to the press.

Why not?

Because the Ogre...

retaliates against any cop
who investigates him.

He kills the people they love.

That's why... this lunatic
hasn't been caught yet, Jim,

because no one's been stupid enough
to investigate.

Until I came along.

Which makes me wonder,
how did you catch this?

I told you a fellow officer
asked me to look into it.

Who? Which one?

Cat.

That's him.

Relax, old man.
We're not gonna rob you.

- What are you doing here?
- Came to talk to you.

- Who's she?
- Never mind.

Who sent you to my house?

Who sent me, mate?

Just go home. Go on, Bruce.

You'll be in more trouble
than you are already.

Hey! That's my medicine!
Give me that.

My friend just asked you
a question.

- I said give me that.
- Or you'll what?! Huh?

Hey!

- Don't...!
- Answer the question!

I didn't mean any harm.

I was just supposed to take
some documents.

But Alfred walked in...

Is he all right?

Is he?

You stabbed him.

What do you care?

I care!
He's all right, isn't he?

Who sent you?

Throw them out!

- No!
- Tell me who sent you.

Who sent you?!

You shouldn't be doing this,
Bruce.

Only Alfie can deal
with these people.

What people?

There's a woman named Mathis...

and a guy called Bunderslaw.

Sid Bunderslaw.
He's the guy I dealt with.

But you've got... you've got to let
Alfie take care of this.

Not you, Bruce.
It's not business for a child.

This man Bunderslaw...,

what did he want?

Just to know what you knew.

To see how far
your investigation had gone.

But he was scared.

And that's why he sent me.

Now, can I have my bag back,
please?

Please?

Give it back to him.

You.

You're a sick man, Mr. Payne.

You need help.

Don't you patronize me.

I may have vices, yeah,

but I'm a professional.

You want me to tell Bunderslaw
that you're onto him?

Because he'll come after you,

and there's nothing
that you can do!...

to stop him!

You're just silly little children.

I'm gonna tell on you.

No, you won't!

It wa... It wa...
It wasn't my idea!

I swear!

I... I was ordered
to get you to take the case.

- Ordered by who?!
- Loeb!

It was Commissioner Loeb.

He told me to tell you that...

I looked up to you.
That you inspired me.

And he... he told me
to say that...

I... I wanted to help clean up
Gotham and, uh, the GCPD,

and that this case...

this case was part of that.

He knew you couldn't say no.

And so you followed orders
like a good soldier.

I... I didn't have a choice.

But you know...
what Loeb can do.

All too well.

Jim, listen! You're still
in the clear on this.

"In the clear"?
He could come after Lee!

Only if he thinks
you're investigating him.

Think about it.

It's not on your docket.

There's been no press
linking you up to this case.

Hell, all you've done
is ask some questions,

so you got to drop it now!

This is no time to be a hero.

If I drop it, I'm letting
a serial killer go free.

The blood of his next victim
is on my hands.

If you don't drop it,
that blood could be Lee's.

Hi, you've reached Lee.
Go ahead and leave a message.

Lee, call me as soon as you can.
It's very import...

You!

You son of a bitch!

- Excuse me?!
- You set me up!

Detective, I don't know
what you think...

Don't talk. Listen.

- Hey!
- Back off!

Don't you...!

I tried to work with you.

But now you crossed a line.

You come after the one I love.

From here on,
we're playing my way.

No more games,
no more deals.

I'm gonna find the Ogre
and I'm gonna put him behind bars.

And when I've done that,
I'm coming after you.

I'm coming after you,
Commissioner.

You're done.

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