Titans (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Episode #1.9 - full transcript

[Kory] Previously on Titans...

[thug] What the fuck
is this guy wearing?

He's an eagle.

- [grunts]
- Hawk, dipshit.

- I should leave you hanging like this.
- Whatever turns you on.

[Jason] Who are your friends?
[Dick] Not important.

- Hi, I'm Rachel.
- Jason.

Wait, you're Robin, too?

- I thought you were Robin.
- I am.

He was.

Hey.



Hi.

Hell of a coincidence, him showing
up here night before a job.

But now that he's here,
we could use his help.

We don't need him.

We could go out on the win you want.
And then you can heal.

[mom] Well, hello there, you four.

Who the fuck are these guys?

[grunts]

Hank!

No!

Do you feel anything?

Rachel, I don't think this...

[exhales heavily]

[distorted voices]



[screaming]

[camera beeps]

[Hawk] Okay. Ready?
[Don] Ready when you are, bro.

[Hawk] Lens cap, bro.
[Don] Oh, yeah. Right.

- Okay.
- Okay.

It's April 24th, 2009.
Day one...

Night one. Night one.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- All right, let's do it again.
- Okay.

- Okay. Ready?
- Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

It's April 24th, 2009, night
one of the Hawk and the Dove.

I'm Hawk.

And I'm Dove.

We're on a stakeout.

We're looking
for this creeper who...

- Shit. Shit.
- You okay? Bro?

I can't see through this fuckin' thing.

- We gotta lose the helmets, man.
- No, no. You can't. You can't.

The doctor said you need it
for protection, bro.

Fuck the doctor.
My head's fine.

All right.
We're on a stakeout.

We're looking for this creeper.

Oh, fuck yeah.
Oh, that's him.

- Let me see.
- Dwayne Wainwright.

Arrested yesterday
for uploading graphic pictures

of a ten-year-old
at a local coffee shop.

Denied it. Lawyered up. Gonna
waste tax payers' time and money.

We're here to persuade him to plead guilty.

[grunting]

My turn. My turn. My turn.

- Let me. Let me.
- Go, go. Yeah.

Yeah.

No. No, no! [Grunting]

Batman and Robin,
you've got company.

Being fucking superheroes!

This is gonna be awesome.

[theme music playing]

[mom] Well, hello there, you four.

[monitor beeping]

[Dawn] Hank!

[Hank] No! Dawn!

- [whistle blowing]
- [moans]

[crowd cheering]

[player] Down! Set! Hut!

Go, Hank!

[blowing whistle]

All right, Hank!
Nice job!

Yay, Hank!

Okay, fellas! Reset!

- See you tomorrow, Hank.
- See you, Jeremy.

Bye, Hank.
Awesome job, man.

What are you guys doing?

Coach Vincent's going to
show me the weight room.

Donny wants to be a big player.

Like his big brother.

Thanks, but we gotta get going.

Our mom's waiting for us.

Your mom's not here, is she?

Donny says she got another job.

Working nights now, too.
Cleaning offices downtown.

You boys are lucky to have a mom that
works so hard to take care of you.

Two different dads,

but no dads.

I'm sure it must be difficult.

- Come on, Donny.
- But I wanna see the weight room.

Now.

If Donny wants to stay, I can
give him a ride home later.

It's no problem at all.

We need to fucking go.

You think your mother would
approve of that kind of language?

No.

What would the school do
if I went to Mr. Sheridan

and told him what you
and your brother said?

But Donny didn't say anything.

If I told him that Hank and Donny
Hall were using profanity like that,

directed at a teacher?

He'd revoke your scholarship.

He'd expel you.

Both of you.

And then it's back to public school,

where dirty-mouthed boys
from the slums belong.

You want to disappoint
your mother like that?

I don't wanna get expelled.

I'll go see the weight room.

But I wanna see it, too.

- No!
- Why?

You'll never be as good
a football player as me.

So, no. You're not going.
You're going home. Now!

But, Hank...

Go home now!
Get out of here!

You're such a jerk!

[door opens]

[door slams shut]

Come on.

[commentator] It's been
an undefeated season

for the Kesel Lions
here at Grac Field.

But the Dayton Hogs are fierce
today, and the hits are coming hard.

Here we go. Reeves dropping back to pass.
He's moving left.

He hits Hank Hall
in the middle of the field.

Hank turns. Spins to the 45, to the 50.
He evades the tackle.

Yes, yes, yes.

To the sideline and, ooh! He
is leveled by the free safety.

- No, Hank.
- That does not look good.

Medical personnel are on the field
now attending to Hank Hall,

running back for the Kesel Lions.

Let's hope he's okay.

Hey, what's up? How you doing?
Good shindig, guys.

Looking good.

Hey, Hank.
You look good.

- Hey! How you doing?
- Hey! Good.

- You did such a good job.
- You look good! Thank you. No, I'm just...

Hank.

Donny boy! Hey!

How you doin', buddy?

Everybody, it's my little brother!

[all cheering]

Let's get you a beer, bro.

Man, I thought you were
coming home after the game.

Thought you were coming to the game.

I watched it.

Did they check you out?
You could have a concussion.

I got an appointment
with Dr. Kraft tomorrow.

Come on, Ren's around here
somewhere. Linda, too.

Both looking hot.

Okay, well, should you be
drinking right now? I mean...

You're starting to
sound like Mom again, bro.

I'm not. I just worried that maybe...

Come on. Please. Bro, we won.
It's playoff week.

Everyone's having a good time.
Relax, all right?

Worry is for tomorrow.
Hakuna mata, baby brother.

Come on, man.
Let's get you a...

Donny?

Hank?

Hank!

How long have the migraines
been going on?

Migraines?
He didn't say he had migraines.

- Few months.
- What?

Too many wins. Too many celebrations.
You know what I mean?

Any light sensitivity?

Ugh!

Memory loss?

Uh...

- What do you mean?
- Problems remembering names?

Nah. Not really.

I mean, yeah, maybe a little.
You know?

I'm supposed to remember
everybody I meet?

I got fans everywhere.

Look, I'm good. I'm great.
I promise. All right?

I drank a little too much.
That's it.

Post-concussion syndrome
is serious, Mr. Hall.

I've seen athletes suffer from
symptoms after one hit. You've had...

You've had a lot, man.

These could resolve themselves
on their own, but...

I'm going to prescribe
some pills for the pain...

I don't like pills.

[sighs heavily] Hank.

I can't force you to take them,

but if the pain gets to be too much...

Look, I can still play, can't I?

You need to rest.

Take the time to heal properly,

so you don't risk
any permanent damage.

Yeah.

Soon as the season's over.

- Let's get out of here, man.
- [sighs heavily]

I'm sorry.

- What the fuck, man?
- Hank, dude, what are you doing?

You called the athletic director?

You told him? Why the
hell would you do that?

Listen. They told you
you gotta take a break.

- I'm just making sure...
- Take a break?

We got playoffs next week, and now
I'm sitting on the goddamn bench!

No, fuck the playoffs, man!
I'm trying to help you out here.

That wasn't your decision to make!

It was mine! All right?

- Not yours. Mine!
- Calm down.

- Don't fucking tell me to calm down.
- Bro...

Don't fucking tell me
to calm down again!

I'm looking out for you, man.

I didn't fucking ask you
to look out for me!

- Stay out of my life!
- I don't wanna see you get hurt again!

You're not my fuckin' mom, man!

This is actually a library, asshole.

Fuck off me, man.

- What the hell?
- Oh, shit.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

- Oh.
- Uh-oh.

We're gonna get in
so much trouble.

[Dean Kesser] They could press charges.

Probably will.

And now, I'm left to make a tough decision.

You're a good student, Don.

Although this is not the ideal use of
your extra-curricular martial arts.

Still, you've never been
in any trouble before.

Quite the opposite, actually.

But, Hank...

I don't want to lose you,
the team doesn't

but there are cameras all over

and they verified you started this fight.

So, he started the fight.
He's sorry he did.

I didn't hear him say that.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Well, that's not gonna be good enough.

I'm gonna need you to write
out a formal apology...

- When is it gonna be good enough?
- Write a...

When?

My brother's already given
everything to this school.

He's given his health.

But you still want more.

He needs help. Okay?

What he really needs is to
get the hell away from here

and away from people like you.

So, you know what?
Just... Just do it already.

What?

Kick us

the fuck out.

Hank.

Hank!

Hank.

Hank!

Hank!

Hank!

Mom always said
I was the bad kid.

She never said that.

Well, she knew it.

I am.

When I play ball, the bad inside
me comes out in a different way.

A good way.

That's why I need it.

But football's all I got, Donny.

It's not all you got, man.

This is all my fault.

What...

How is this your fault?

[sighs heavily]

The locker room.

Nothing happened.

Hank...

Nothing happened, Donny.

We have to find a way
to deal with this.

Letting your anger out and doing
something good with it, okay?

Just like he said. If it's not
gonna be football, then...

There's got to be something else.

Boxing.

Maybe we start
our own fight club.

First rule of Fight Club.

[both] Don't talk about Fight Club.

You know...

I do have another idea.

[Hank] This is crazy.
They map these sick fucks?

Yeah. Yeah. They have to.
It's required by law.

Sexual predators
have to register.

Why the hell are they all
clustered in our neighborhood?

'Cause no one gives a shit
about our neighborhood.

Or the people in it. They
haven't since we were kids.

Look at this guy.

He was caught trying to pick up
an 8-year-old girl at the park.

What happened to him?

Police wrote him up
and sent him home.

Two blocks away.

[exhales] Oh!

Kicked out of fucking school.

Mom would be
so pissed at us right now.

The system sucks, Hank.

It failed Mom when she got sick.

It failed us after she died.

It's failed a lot of kids.

What you're suggesting...

You're not like me, Donny.

This would be
us looking for trouble.

You never liked trouble.

So, teach me how to like it.

We can do this, Hank.

You can do this.

Guys like this out there, they're not
built like the guys you hit on the field.

What the hell are we
gonna call ourselves, then?

[sighs heavily]

Hank.

Hank!

Hank!

Hank.

Hank.

[air hissing]

[classical music playing]

[gasping]

Aren't they wonderful?

- [music ends]
- [audience applauding]

Brava!

Brava!

Brava!

I thought you were absolutely
wonderful, my darling.

[Dawn] Thanks, Mom.

Proper tea!
Who'd've thought?

In the colonies, even.

[both chuckle]

Scone's not good?

No, no.

Delicious. Quite good.

What is it?

I'm flying back Friday.

- What?
- To London.

To him.

Jesus Christ, Mom.

I thought you were leaving him for good.
You promised me you were.

That you were gonna start over.

It's not that simple, you know?

Yes, it is.
Don't go back!

[Dawn sighs]

When's it gonna be enough?

Remember that time,
when you broke his arm?

I should've broke them both.

He stopped.

For a long while.

He was so much better.

He can be better.

Hmm.

[sighs] And then your sister
got into trouble again.

Shoplifting, of all things.
And he lost his temper.

Mom, listen to me,

because I'm going to get
really angry in a second.

You did nothing wrong.

And I don't care what kind
of trouble Holly got into.

He never should've hit her.

Or me. Or you. Ever.

You need to leave him for good.
Like I did and like Holly did.

He's a fucking monster, Mom.

I'm so sorry.

You must think
I'm terribly weak.

You're stronger than you think.

I love you so much.

[Don] There it is!
Front page news!

Hawk and Dove,
they got our names right!

- They got our names right!
- Look at this. This is awesome.

- You gotta get this.
- [Hank stammers]

Dude, look at your suit.

- Is that enough?
- Look at this. Vigilantes...

- Kind of warm for Christmas, huh?
- It is, but I love it.

- Bro, you look great.
- No, no, no. I love your shin guards.

You got the whole thing.
It worked out...

- Oh, my goodness.
- Jesus.

- I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
- My fault.

- We're sorry.
- [laughing] Sorry.

Thank you, darling. Well,
aren't you two handsome lads.

And such gentlemen, too.
Wouldn't you agree, darling?

Yeah, Mom. They're great.

- Sorry about that. I feel bad.
- It's okay. It's okay.

[tires screeching]

- [Hank] No, watch out! Donny!
- [Dawn] Mom!

[man] I'm grateful that there are no
more holidays coming up for a while.

They just remind me that, um...

I don't look forward
to much anymore.

I try not to look forward.

That's it, I guess.

Dawn?

Would you like to speak?

No.

Who else didn't have a chance?

You?

Pass.

[soft music playing]

Hi.

I'm Dawn. I...

We met that day.

Hank.

My mom died on B-Street.

If I wanted to talk back there

I would've held hands
and sang Kumbaya.

I'm sorry.

I'm an asshole.

[sighs]

It's okay.

- It helps sometimes.
- I get it.

He was my younger brother.

My only brother.

My best friend.

Tell me about him.

His name was Donny.

I'll see you next week.

Yeah.

Maybe.

Okay.

I want you all to know

that feeling a sense
of emptiness

is completely normal.

But trying to
fill the emptiness,

that can be a challenge.

Anyone else?

[Dawn] What happened to my mom,

to everyone we love
who was hurt and killed...

It was an accident.

It's not fair.

It's not fair that
it wasn't anyone's fault...

That there isn't anyone
out there to blame,

to go after...

To hate.

Life isn't fair.

Why not?

Why can't we make it fair?

Hey.

Can I buy you a drink?

I'd like to hear more about your mom.

For sure.

Put the butter on your plate.

Why can't I put it on the biscuit?

Because you don't want to
double dip your knife.

And now the jam.

Okay.

Not on the whole thing!

- It's the best part.
- It's fine.

All right.

Now take a piece and you put
a little butter and jelly on it.

[Dawn chuckles] Oh, my God.

[continues chuckling]

You're just gonna eat...

[laughing]

Mmm. It's good.
I could get used to this.

Afternoon tea.

She never missed it.

[Hank] This was his favorite.

Your brother had good taste.

My brother would've liked you.

Duh.

[Dawn] You want some help with that?

[Hank] No. No, I think I got it.

I'd just like to get a little
extra char on the... On the beef.

I think your kitchen's on fire.

I just wanna make sure
you're not eating raw...

Have you ever done this before?

- [fire alarm beeping]
- [Dawn] Oh.

Just part of the plan.

Oh, okay.

- It's still good.
- Got it.

I mean, at least you tried.

Should we order out?

[Chris Rock on TV] Tiger Woods
said he's getting death threats.

[TV audience laughs]

Hey. Buy a girl another drink?

Here at Chez Hank,
a lady never has to pay.

Nice catch.

Seven years of gymnastics,
dance, and jiu-jitsu.

- Impressive.
- I know, right?

Hope you like sundaes
with your wine.

Was suspended for one game and
fined $10,000 for pimp-slapping...

Oh, no.

Tank's dry.

So is mine.

You wanna sleep over?

- On the couch. That's all.
- Oh, is that all?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

- You think I want you in my bed?
- No. [Laughs]

You think I...

You want some help?

I got it.

I mean, you literally
charmed the pants off of me.

It's the least I can do.

Wait, Dawn, no. Don't go in there.
Please don't go in there.

What is this?

[Hank on tape] We're here to
persuade him to plead guilty.

[grunting]

[Don] My turn.
My turn. My turn.

- Let me. Let me.
- [Hank] Go, go. Yeah.

Yeah.

[both grunting]

[Don] Batman and Robin,
you've got company.

Being fucking superheroes!

This is gonna be awesome.

Hawk and Dove.

You and your brother.

Why?

Neighborhood needs help.

And you thought
dressing up helped it?

It helped me, too.

Helped you how?

Hank.

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

I don't wanna talk about it.

You're gonna have to
talk about it, eventually.

It's obviously eating you up.

It's more than what happened
to your brother, isn't it?

Hey.

Whatever it is,
I promise I'll understand.

When I was a boy,

there was this coach.

He used to take me in the
locker room after practice

and tell me
what a great job I did.

That I was his star player.

I'm so sorry.

What'd you do to him?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I thought you said that's what
your brother and you did.

- You went after guys like that.
- We did.

Not him.

Why not?

I couldn't.

If I did,

it would make it all real.

I didn't want to let it be real.

I didn't want my brother to find out.

But he did.

He knew.

[dog barking in distance]

[door shuts]

Dawn?

[doorbell ringing]

Can I help you?

You need to admit what you did.

Excuse me?

What you did to Hank Hall.

You need to turn yourself in.

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

I'm not leaving.
Admit what you did.

I didn't do anything.

[Dawn grunts]

- I'm gonna call the police.
- Good. Call them.

Whoa.

Get out of my house.

Get out!

Okay.

Okay.

[grunting]

[screaming]

[groaning in pain]

[groans]

I'm sorry.

I... I didn't...

[Dawn] Hank.
These are pictures of kids.

He's a sick man.

He's sick.

You were never here.

What?

Go home, Dawn.

Go home now!

No.

- [blows thudding]
- [grunting]

Dawn.

[sighs heavily]

Tonight...

Tonight never happened.

We can't be together, Hank.

Not like this.

[distorted voice] Dawn.

Help me.

Help.

What the fuck?

- Help me.
- [gasps]

Help me!

Hank.

Hank.

Hank.

Dawn.

Hank.

We need a doctor in here.
We need a doctor in here!

Shh.

Hey. It's okay.

We need to find Jason Todd.

What?
Who the hell is Jason Todd?

I don't know.

But Rachel needs our help.

Okay.

[theme music playing]