Titans (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Bruce Wayne - full transcript

[theme music playing]

[Dick] Previously on Titans...

[Conner] What am I?

You are the genetic material

of two different people
blended together.

- Lex Luthor.
- And who else?

Superman.

[Conner] If they get me,
what will they do to me?

[Mercy] We're doing it my way.

- I don't wanna leave you.
- Go.

Don't use your
powers, don't be a hero.



If I'm Robin, who are you?

It's a good question.

His name is Deathstroke.
Old Titans business.

That's Rose's father?

He killed my brother.

- I'm Dick.
- [Rose] Said big brother

fell in with the wrong crowd.

[Dick] I'm training them
to be a better version of us.

[Donna] But there's
ghosts in this place.

Do they even know
what happened last time?

Garth!

[Dawn] Reopening this
tower was a mistake.

How many people have to
die for you to realize that?

[Dick] You want revenge for
what happened, you can have me.



[Deathstroke] Say
goodbye to your friend.

- [Dick] No!
- [beeping, explosion]

[Jason] I don't know
how to thank you.

[gunshots]

This guy just saved my life.

[screaming]

[Bruce] They say the
suit makes the man.

In your case, I
guess it would be

a memorial urn.

A whole life reduced to
a decorative can of ash.

But you're not
sentimental, are you?

[scoffs] When you
walk away from a job,

you really walk away.

Let things go.

Let, ooh, people... go.

I guess you figured

one less Robin in the
world wouldn't hurt.

Or maybe you had another idea.

Let me guess.

You were gonna trade
your life for Jason's.

Noble.

But fucking stupid.

You thought
Deathstroke wanted you?

Guess what, precious, he
wants everybody but you.

At least for now.

You were supposed
to protect these kids.

That's why I sent Jason to you.

You were supposed
to make him right.

Instead you hurt him,
you ostracized him,

humiliated him.

You lied to him.

Not the florid lies you
told in grade school.

This was, uh, more insidious.

A lie of omission.

This blood feud between
you and Deathstroke...

You just let Jason walk
right into the middle of it.

[whispers] Psst. Hey.

You know what
this is really about?

[Dawn] Dick?

You okay?

Yeah.

Well, I can't say the same
about the kid who saved Jason.

I thought you patched him up?

I did the best I could,
considering, but...

there are complications.

You might wanna
come take a look.

[theme music playing]

[monitor beeping steadily]

Is he stable?

For the moment.

Whatever they shot him
with left something behind.

Some sort of toxin.

Maybe we should
take him to a hospital.

[Bruce] Genius.

A nice, quiet place where
they can finish him off.

The boy has special abilities.

Yeah, I think he's safest here.

Okay.

[Dawn] And I think
you should call Bruce.

He catalogues these things.
He might know who he is.

Hello? Hey, Dick.

Oh, sure. I can look the kid up.

Hey, I just realized
what your special skill is.

The thing that makes you

the natural leader
in this group.

You're the only one
with my phone number.

[Kory] Dick?

- I'll call Bruce.
- [Dawn] Good.

You check on Jason?

On my way.

- [heavy metal music blaring]
- [grunting]

- You all right?
- All good.

[Bruce] Of course
he's all right.

Fifteen stories of free-falling
probably did him good.

It's past midnight. You
should probably take it easy.

I don't wanna take
it easy. I feel good.

More people should drop

their problem
children off buildings.

It clarifies the mind and body.

[grunting and panting]

That was quite
the fall you took.

Yeah, it was hellacious.

How'd it look from your angle?

Scary.

Well, good thing
Conner was there.

I'm sorry.

That should do it.

"Sorry" always
makes things right.

- [panting]
- Ah.

Rest will fix him.

And a team of shrinks.

Maybe some meds.

Uppers, downers, in-betweens.

Kid'll be right as rain.

Are you sure you're all right?

[Jason] Cut the crap.

Okay, why don't you say what
you really wanna say, huh?

That all this is
my fucking fault

for going out there alone.

No.

I don't think that.

A master of understatement.

Rest up.

Well done.

You can check that off the list.

What's with the Houdini act?

- What?
- Out there with Deathstroke.

You disappear and
leave us in the dark?

"Houdini" is flattering.

Houdini was not suicidal.

There's no egg fried rice.

[Dawn] You go off by
yourself with nobody to trade?

- No backup?
- Can we not do this now?

Now is working for me.

[sighs] I fucked up.

[both Bruce and Hank] No shit.

Is there... Is there something
you're not telling us?

The bastard's clever, too.

No wonder Dawn made the trade.

I always imagined it
was a lateral move,

but now I see it's an upgrade.

Something to do with
Deathstroke, maybe?

There's nothing.

It was just a tactical error.

Military-speak for when
you're bald-faced lying.

You take note, kids.

I'll take care of it.

Everything else
has gone so well.

- Where are you going?
- I'll be back later.

People were just shooting at us,

and you're gonna go out?

There's nothing to
worry about, kids.

Just a mild psychic split.

Anybody need
anything? Milk, eggs?

Body bags?

[Kory humming softly]

[monitor beeping steadily]

[speaking in alien language]

[speaking alien language]

[Dawn] Kory.

[Kory] Gosh!

What did you say?

"Let go of my damn arm."

He's from Tamaran?

No. Kryptonian. It's
a dead language.

Which also explains this IV.

I couldn't get it in.

His skin is completely
impenetrable.

[mumbles indistinctly]

He's saying "Eve."

Who the hell is Eve?

I'm thinking of teaching
him to do a new trick.

How about play dead?

- Where is he?
- Subject 13?

It's dead.

Mmm. Almost dead.

I suppose by now, the kryptonite
should have done its job.

What... You don't have him?

Luthor considers
it another write-off.

On to Subject 14.

You just... left him to die?

If you'd just brought it
back to us as instructed,

all of this could
have been avoided.

Assemble another team.
Bring him back here.

If I just have another

couple of hours
with him in the lab...

It's over.

Subject 13 has been terminated.

And so have you.

Mr. Luthor wants you off
the premises within the hour.

Let's have your party pass.

Have you considered that
this might all be for the best?

No, Mercy, I haven't.

Think about it.

A thing made from even a
little of Lex Luthor's DNA?

That's super.

Have you met our boss?

There's no good
end to that story.

The world's
better off without it.

Conner.

What?

He's a person. He has a
name. His name is Conner.

[man] I swear to
God, bald is sexy.

You will literally do anything
for a promotion, won't you?

Why so judgy?

Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry.

[blues music playing]

[door opens]

[door closes and locks]

Dick Grayson.

Back from the abyss.

Hi, Benny.

Heard you were in Detroit.

What's it been...
six, seven years?

- Five years.
- I can't remember.

It's been five. You
remember it perfectly.

I need information.

Oh, I don't do
that anymore, man.

No weapons, no
hook-ups, no cop-talk.

What's that on your waist?

Well, the rest of
the neighborhood

hasn't gotten the
memo, that's all.

I'm looking for a shooter.

Guy by the name of Slade Wilson.

[exhales]

The last time I saw Slade

was down at the
Peninsula gun range.

[Bruce] How desperate you are

to cauterize your
little secret, huh?

Hide your little boo-boo.

It's too bad Alfred
isn't here to fix it.

[imitating Alfred] "Oh,
somebody has a nasty splinter.

I'm sorry, Master Grayson,

but that's going to
have to come out.

Let me get the tweezers."

Sprinkles. Just
how you like 'em.

Slade doesn't do gun ranges.

Don't lie to me, Benny.

Why don't you stick his
head in the deep fryer?

Smash his head in the counter?

I mean, in for a
penny, in for a pound.

Shut the fuck up.

He speaks.

Talk to me.

Look, Slade retired maybe
six or seven years ago.

Five years ago.

Why does nobody remember that?

What about his
handler, Wintergreen?

[Benny] I don't know.

[groans in pain] Come on, man.

- You happy?
- Now you're cooking, baby.

[grunts] Okay, okay!

[panting]

He dates these sisters, twins.

He used to, anyway.
One of them OD'd.

But the other one runs
the Scarlet Rose on Harbor.

- What's her name?
- Mati.

Mati Matisse.

[both] Sounds made up.

Because it is!

I'm keeping this.

Hey, no guns.

Deathstroke's a gun guy.

Thanks, Benny.

[door opens]

[door closes]

What the fuck?

[heavy metal music playing]

[Dick] Jason!

Jason!

[knock on door]

[music continues]

[turns off music]

What the fuck are
you listening to?

- Can I come in?
- No.

Wow.

What?

I know the look.

He did a number on you.

You can leave now.

Really?

You made it out
alive from my dad.

I thought you'd be...

- What?
- Tougher.

You know, your friends act like

you're some kind of fuck-up.

But you're the only one
actually doing anything.

The rest of them just
argue with each other.

You tried to stop my father.

They didn't do shit.

Dick did what he could.

Really? 'Cause I heard he
dropped you from a skyscraper.

- Not his fault.
- Not yours, either.

You got any music
with an actual beat?

Look, I don't want
to be an asshole.

[Rose] Then don't.

I know my dad tried to kill you.

Your friends tried to kill me.

And that was after they tried
to trade me for Deathstroke.

So call us even.

God, what is up with
everyone here, anyways?

You people need some
kind of super shrink

to deal with all your problems.

[chuckles] That would
mean talking about them.

Not our strong suit.

You're the only person
worth talking to in this place.

You're still out of your mind.

But... I understand it.

Did you...

Did you just say
something nice in that?

I'm pretty sure you
said something nice.

Don't make it weird.

So...

Kicking me out?

I was trying to.

But now, you wanna
see where this is going.

Admit it.

So do I.

So how about I DJ for a bit?

Up to you.

Just don't scratch my vinyl.

[door beeping]

[dog whining]

[keypad beeping]

[lock buzzes, unlocks]

Okay, boy. I need
you to help me find him.

[beeps]

[alarm blaring]

Come on, boy.
Let's make this fast.

Fuck! Fuck, fuck!

Okay. I'm gonna need
your help with this.

Do that weird laser-eye
thing that you do.

Come on, boy.

[exclaims]

Yes!

[barks]

Stay right there, Dr. Watson.

- Don't move!
- Come on, go!

[Eve exclaims]

[music playing]

- [music ends]
- [audience cheers]

[announcer] Now
coming to the stage,

Pastel Supernova
and sweet Rosie May.

You wanna buy me a drink?

Mati? Mati Matisse?

[sultry music playing]

[audience cheering
and whistling]

[Dick] Hi.

You're at the wrong
table, Creamsicle.

- This one's mine.
- I was hoping we could share.

Tempting.

But I'm not in the mood.

[audience cheering]

I think we could be friends.

Friends need a reason.

A common goal.

Or a condition.

Or a common enemy.

I'm sorry about your sister.

You knew Christy?

But I know Wintergreen.

Let's not say that name tonight.

I heard you were with him...

- Both of you.
- Makes my skin crawl.

He killed Christy.

Or she let him.

I need to find him.

[audience cheering raucously]

Come on, Boy Wonder.
This is your show.

The whole night is about you.

Saving your ass.

Chasing your ghosts.

Let's see what you got.

Amazing, aren't they?

Who?

Look, I need your help.

Why would I do that?

Because once he
gives me what I want,

he'll be gone.

Are you some kind of hero?

Something like that.

My sister would have liked you.

He's at the Davis Hotel.

Which room?

The top.

[audience clapping, cheering]

[r&b music playing]

Hey! Earth to Major Tom.

Snap out of it.

Batman teach you how to dance?

I don't dance.

Come on.

Deathstroke messed
with my head, too.

Doesn't mean you can't dance.

It's just like fighting.

Without the blood.

Ah, fuck.

I'm... I'm sorry. Don't hit me.

It's a thing that happened.

Don't get stupid about it,
and it might happen again.

What?

The fuck you doing
with my brother's record?

- You have a brother?
- I did.

This is his. This
is his handwriting.

How the fuck did it get here?

They're Dick's. I borrowed them.

Okay, maybe he bought
them secondhand.

Bullshit.

You guys playing me?

Well, what am I, bait?

What are you
talking about, Rose?

Don't fucking lie to me.
This is my dead brother's shit.

Did you use him to
get to Deathstroke,

and that's what you're
doing to me, too?

Rose, calm down, okay?
What are you talking about?

Deathstroke killed my brother.

Rumor was he fell in
with the wrong crowd,

people who used
him to get to my dad.

Sound familiar?

If this record is here,
then my brother was here.

Dick knew him, and
he never told me.

You know what, fuck him!

Fuck all of you!

Rose!

Rose, wait!

Fuck.

[sighs]

[Bruce] This doesn't
feel right, and you know it.

What are we really doing?

Finding Deathstroke.

Then what?

Bury him.

You mean so you
can bury your secret.

You know, we
all played our part.

Yeah. But yours
was a featured role.

[lock beeps]

Hey, get out of here.

Hey, scat.

Where's Slade?

[scoffs]

I'm not sure which
one's crazier,

you or him.

Pretty sure you win, Dick.

Where is he?

You've hit a dead end.

- Next round's in the stomach.
- I know.

Thing is, I'm a middleman.

A buffer.

Safety zone between
guys like you and Slade.

So kill me if you want...

But I didn't get this job
because I'm personable.

I got this job because
I hold the line.

How long has it been

since that went down
with you and Slade?

Oh, please God.

- Five years.
- Thank you.

[Wintergreen] You
crossed the line, man.

Used the man's family.

- Even I wouldn't do that.
- Dick.

Where the fuck is he?

These guys are playing you.

You should get
back to the Tower,

back to where you're needed.

Stop.

Stop fucking talking.

Are you all right?

[groans]

You kill him, then
Slade, then who?

Who else you gotta
kill to keep this secret?

[Dick sighs]

And I'm the one with
the anger issues?

What now, genius?

Come on.

- What say we...
- [cell phone vibrating]

Hello?

[Deathstroke] 123 Lakeland.

What?

[Deathstroke] You'll
remember it when you see it.

[line disconnects]

Deathstroke again, huh?

Let me guess.

We have a date.

I need chives.

Chives coming right up.

Did you take this
from my dresser?

No.

Somebody did.

Somebody's fucking with us.

- Bad timing?
- Look at this.

This is our friend
who Doctor Light killed.

Someone took it from my dresser

and put it there for me to find.

There was a bottle of orange
soda like the one Garth gave me

waiting on my bed this morning.

A bottle of bourbon for me.

Why didn't you tell me?

So who's the asshole
playing pranks?

[Dick] Jason!

[monitor beeping steadily]

[Kory] I don't know
if you can hear me...

but you're one of the
strongest people I've ever seen.

And I know, because
I'm pretty strong, too.

Thing is, there's not
much more I can do for you.

You're making me feel helpless.

And I hate feeling helpless.

So do me a favor, okay?

Don't die.

Because that will
really piss me off.

[Gar] What did you
say your name was?

My name is Eve
Watson. Please let me in.

Look, I know this
doesn't make any sense,

but I was led here by a dog.

Is there someone
named Conner there?

Let her up.

[beeps]

I'm so sorry.

Save the apologies.
Can you help him?

Maybe if I'd gotten
here sooner, but...

The kryptonite poisoning
has gone too far.

Seriously? Is that
the best you've got?

I am a scientist. I'm not God.

You just told me
you created him.

You're the closest
thing to God he has.

Half of his DNA is from a
guy that lifts skyscrapers,

and flies faster than
the speed of light.

At least fucking try.

It's not about speed
or strength, okay?

In order to save him, we
would need a level of radiation

that can't be
found on this Earth.

We would need to
fly him to the sun,

and we don't have time for that.

By now, in order to heal him,

we would need to
bring the sun here.

Well, why didn't you say so?

All right, Eve. Stay back.

This may get a little crazy.

You ready?

Uh... I hope so.

- Rachel?
- Yeah.

Obviously, I am fully confident.

[Kory] Just contain me.

Let's do it.

[breathes deeply]

[wind rushing]

[softly] Holy shit.

[exhales]

[Conner gasping]

Well, hello there.

[chuckles]

Hi.

[gasps]

[chuckles]

[monitor beeping steadily]

[Eve] It's gonna
take a little while

for the radiation to
fully saturate your cells,

but you're gonna be okay.

I'm sorry.

What for?

You told me...

not to be a hero.

You have nothing
to be sorry for.

Okay?

I mean, that advice I gave
you? That was terrible.

The world is a much better place

with you in it.

Wha... What's gonna
happen to you...

[Conner hesitates]

Say it.

Mom.

I'm gonna be okay.

I'm going to get as far away
from LexCorp as possible,

but I'm gonna be fine.

You're gonna need a few
days of sleep to recover.

You rest.

My sweet boy.

- [barks]
- Hey, boy.

[laughs]

You really wanna be back here?

Where is he?

[Bruce] He's
feeding on your guilt.

Like a spider.

He's lured you away from
where you need to be...

who you need to protect.

He killed my friend.

Nearly killed Jason.
He has to be stopped.

Very heroic of you. Except...

you don't give a shit.

[scoffs]

- You don't know.
- But I do.

I know everything.

That's why you brought me.

Just like I know why you keep
sneaking off on these solo runs.

Just like you did
five years ago.

You have blood on your hands.

Not just me.

But you have more, son.

Blood only you and
Slade know about.

You're afraid of the dark.

Always have been.

Even as a little boy.

The great chasm of silence.

The coldness of isolation.

You're afraid if the others

know your secret,
they'll leave you...

and you'll be alone, again.

And they may.

They don't need to know.

What difference does it make?

It's done. It's in the past.

It's behind me.

But it's not.

- It's got to come out.
- Goddamn it!

[breathing heavily]

Can you leave me alone?

You know how to get rid of me.

You've known the whole time.

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

Of course you do, son.

You always have.

You just have to tell the truth.

It's too hard.

[Bruce] He left those for you.

Go home, Dick.

It seems like one
way or another,

the monster's been
in the Tower all along.

[screams]

[Dick] Jason!

No!

[Rachel] How fucked up are you?

All you do is give people
reasons to hate you.

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

The crosses on my mirror.

I still don't know what
the fuck you're talking...

[demonic voice]
Don't fucking lie to me!

I'm sick of this shit.

Fuck!

Don't fucking walk away from me.

Whoa. Hey, what's
happening here?

Jason drew crucifixes
all over my mirror.

Bullshit.

Jason, it's okay
if you're angry.

I didn't do shit, okay?

Don't blame me for
her voodoo issues.

[Donna] What's all
the drama about?

Somebody drew
crosses on Rachel's mirror

and she thinks Jason did it.

[Rachel] I know he did it.

[Hank] Cute idea
with the bourbon bottle.

Not my type, though. I'm
more of a sour mash guy.

You ever go in my room
and pull that shit again,

I'll forget what team you're on.

Why, Jason?

I don't know what happened,
guys, but I didn't do it.

What about the picture of Ellis?

The orange soda bottle?

[Rachel] He did it
to you guys, too?

- Fuck this.
- Hey, we're not done here, kid.

You people are insane!

I'd rather be with
Deathstroke than you assholes.

You think everything's my fault.

[elevator dings]

He's here.

[Hank] What?

Deathstroke, here, in the Tower.

He took pictures of all of us.

Can't a guy sleep in?

[Hank] Dick, talk to me.

What's with the gun?

[Bruce] Psst. Yoo-hoo.

There's somebody missing.

Jason.

[door opens]

[Dick] Jason?

I keep falling.

You're okay.

No.

It won't stop.

Listen...

[Jason] Bruce wasn't
the first one, you know...

tried to help me.

I can make a list.

Relatives, teachers, cops.

You.

Nobody's been
up to the task, Dick.

I got a poison in me.

Shit spreads, it can infect
even the healthiest people.

Why don't you just step away?

No.

[Dick] Step away
from the ledge, Jason.

We can just sit up here quietly.

Together.

[Jason] I fucked it all up...

coming here.

You know, it's happened before.

I once spent two
nights in juvie,

and four fucking people died.

[sighs]

It follows me like a curse.

[sighs]

Nothing's following you.

[Jason] I'm the reason
they all hate each other.

The reason that kid got shot,

the reason this
place won't work.

[exhales]

But I can fix it.

Remove the poison.

[Dick] Jason, wait.

Can I tell you something?

Something I've
never told anyone.

It's not you.

You're not the poison.

It's me.

It's my fault.

It's this secret that's
making us all sick.

My secret.

I caused all of this.

I did something...

five years ago...

Something unforgivable.

I killed Deathstroke's son.

[music playing]