Titans (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - Barbara Gordon - full transcript

Holy shit.

Holy shit. Holy shit,
I fucking got you!

Oh, my God! It's the Joker!

I got
three officers down!

Hang on, Alvarez!

I need a medevac right
now, God damn it!

This is Gotham 1-3.
We have a chopper in the area.

- Do you have eyes on the Joker?
- No.

Thank Christ. He's gone.

Hey!
Watch your back!

Where's Batman?



- Hello.
- I got him, Bruce.

I got the Joker
dead to rights, man.

What?

Some cops stumbled onto him

answering a bullshit
break-in call.

The clown torched the
pigs and left, right?

But I tracked him with the
audio from city surveillance

and I triangulated his location.

He's at the old amusement
park near the pier.

He's right fucking there, Bruce!

I won't be back until morning.

Stand down, Jason.

- Bruce, I...
- Stand down.

Bruce, listen to me.



I got this.

I can do this.

This is the Joker, Bruce.

All the more reason
you're not going alone.

I'm not afraid of him.

I'm not afraid of
anything anymore.

It's not about whether
you're afraid or not.

When are we gonna get another
chance to nail him like this?

No.

Okay, I got it.

Loud and clear, boss.

I'll see you in the morning.

Fuck the Joker.

Yes. Oh, yes.

This is it.

Damn it!

Get him now!

Take 'em out!

Oh, shit.
What the hell is that?

Fire! Fire!

Ah.

I know.

I'm hot.

You, stop him!

Hey there, big guy.

Yeah? Wait till you
get a load of this.

Krypto, speak.

No!

- Good dog, Krypto.

What were they after?

Oh, its street
name's "the Clench."

It's a bioengineered
strain of Ebola

that struck Gotham a few years
back, but it was contained.

Gizmo was looking to sell
it to the highest bidder.

What was Dayton Labs doing
with it in the first place?

Research... I hope.

We really appreciate what you and
the Titans have done for the city.

- Thanks.
- Hmm.

Uh, excuse
me, Superboy. Uh

can I get your autograph?
My son will go nuts.

Oh. Sure.

You want mine, too, right?

Oh, um, I'm good.

It's hard to top a Super.

You heard the man.
"It's hard to top a Super."

Unbelievable.

We're live at the scene where
the Titans have once again

provided a major assist
for our very own SFPD.

The mayor has called
you and the Titans

San Francisco's guardian angels.

How do you respond to that?

Well, the Titans are happy to
do everything we can to protect the city.

But the real angels are the
men and women without powers.

They show us that if we
all do our part together,

we can really create change.

Where's Nightwing?

Oh, um... he's around.

So sorry. I have to take this.

- Thank you so much. Good seeing you.
- Yeah.

Hello?

You're a Titan.

Explains so much.

And this is?

Justin Colt. Las Vegas.

Disco lights and champagne.

I'm a therapist.

Oh, Justin. Hi.

How are you?

Uh, stunned, to say the least.

I, uh... I definitely
knew you were special,

but I didn't expect
to see you on TV.

I guess I could have been
a little more forthcoming.

No, no, it's awesome.

How are you?

Good. Yeah. Things
got a little, um

rough after our last meeting,

but I'm doing much better. You?

Still practicing.

Turns out a lot of
people need therapy.

Ugh, tell me about it.

I noticed you never called me.

Yeah, I, um...

I wasn't in a good place.

I mean, I get it. You
had a lot on your plate.

Well, maybe now we can catch up.

No champagne, no disco lights.

Just a real talk.

I'd like that.

'Course, maybe a
little champagne.

Old time's sake.

I'll call you.

I promise.

Nice
work back there.

The reporters loved you.

Yeah, especially when
you love them back.

Batman and I never waited around
for the press back in Gotham.

Maybe that's why the
press was so bad.

Maybe.

Hello.

What?

"Why a... why a bat?"

Because bat's hear everything.

Hi, Mom.

Mom,
I'll call you back.

It's way
past curfew, kid.

What are you doing out here?

Twenty-four-hour delivery.

Here.

Try some
dumplings. On us.

What's that?

I'm a fan.

Batman's a sociopath

in a rubber S&M outfit.

Pick better heroes, kid.

It's not rubber.

What'd you say?

Yes, Officer.

- All units. I repeat...
- That's what I thought.

All units. Report to Farrelly
Amusement Park immediately.

This is a direct order
from Commissioner Gordon.

- Let's go.
- Go home, kid.

It's not safe on the streets.

It is with Batman and Robin.

We've been holding
dinner. Where have you been?

Delivering, like,
a million orders.

It's not my fault
people love your food.

Mmm.

- Any trouble?
- No, Dad. All good.

Really? 'Cause I could swear I saw
you talking to two of Gotham's finest.

It was a curfew thing.

But then they saw I was
working, so they backed off.

I gave them some dumplings.

They'll probably be back with
their families this Sunday.

You're welcome.

- Anyone I know?
- Nah, Dad. These were new guys.

- Why you gotta be like that?
- Why not?

No, man, I don't
want any of that.

Relax. All right?

You said you wanted
some new kicks.

Buy yourself some new kicks.

You can't be walkin' around
school with that off-brand shit.

- What do you care?
- About school? Nothing.

About you?

Can't have people thinking my
cousin's not put together, all right?

You're welcome.

We go now live to
Gotham Pier with a breaking news story.

Batman's ally,
Robin, was found dead tonight

along with a security guard.

The Joker, who was waiting for police,
was taken in without further incident.

The Joker was sent
back to Arkham Asylum,

where he escaped from
earlier this month.

Gotham Police had engaged with
the Joker several hours earlier...

Oh, no.

Now there might be
crime in Gotham.

Tim, I'm so sorry.

No word yet on how Batman
is dealing with this terrible loss.

Home sweet home.

Bruce?

Bruce?

The Flying Graysons.

Bruce, you down here?

Bruce?

Bruce?

The blood.

It's hard to get out.

I'm sorry.

The Joker's back at Arkham?

Yes.

I'm glad the cops
got to him first.

Me, too.

Can I help with any
of the arrangements?

No. It's all been taken care of.

So, when's the funeral?

It's already happened.

What do you mean, "It's
already happened"?

The mortuary delivered
the coffin last night.

I had him buried in the
family plot, next to Alfred.

Look, I understand.

This is difficult for all
of us, especially you.

Couldn't you have
at least waited...

He had no family.

He had us.

What are you doing?

There's a new player in Gotham.
He's killed seven already.

Bruce, come on.

Can't we just talk about this for a
minute before you jump back in to work?

What was Jason doing
studying chemistry?

I don't know.

He barely read the
back of a cereal box.

Doesn't matter, Dick.

Jason's dead.

There's nothing we can say
now that will bring him back.

You know, when Donna died, you
told me not to bury my emotions.

Not to experience grief alone.

It was good advice.

That advice was meant
for you, not me.

People are different.

- Bruce, you can't just...
- Life goes on.

We both know that.

Come on, I'll make
us some lunch.

Lunch?

So the Joker just killed him?

Mmm-hmm.

Sounds like Jason went after him

the same way he went
after Deathstroke.

Alone and unprepared.

I'm so angry.

At the Joker?

No, at Jason.

Jason? Why?

Because he never learned.

When Jason left the Titans to go
to Gotham, he was alone and angry,

and I get that, but...

Dick was hoping he figured things
out with Bruce, but he never did.

He clearly just kept making the
same mistakes over and over,

and it finally got him killed.

Jason never evolved.

He never grew past his
own worst instincts.

Don't let that happen to you.

Keep learning.

Keep growing.

First, Donna, now Jason.
I'm sick of losing people.

Oh, look out, crab.

That's right. Octopus
gonna mess you up.

Dang, cheetah.

What'd that gazelle
ever do to you?

What do you think, Rachel?

The snake was really cool.

Hmm...

What should I do for an encore?

That's right.

You're on an island somewhere
trying to bring Donna back to life

because that's a thing.

Some bad stuff's happened
while you've been gone.

So, it's time to up my game.

Nothing tops a Super.

That's total bullshit.

Well, I know that.
And you know that.

But...

You can be any animal you
want, just believe in yourself.

Not sure if it really works that
way, but...

I just miss you.

We got two more right down
here in front of the damn station.

Copy that.

Hey, excuse me.
Commissioner Gordon?

Over there.

Thank you.

Barbara.

Welcome back to Gotham, Dick.

Commissioner.

That one's just like the others.

Wrapped up in cellophane
like last night's leftovers.

Thanks, Jones.

Give me a minute.

I'm sorry about Jason.

Me, too. And the Joker?

He was waiting for
us by the body.

Took him back into
Arkham without a fight.

He did the same thing after me.

That's what he does.

He stole Bruce's
chance to get justice.

That's the game those
two play, like always.

And we're all the casualties.

How are you doing with all this?

Honestly, not great.

Tell me.

Last time I spoke to Jason
was three months ago.

- It's like once Bruce took him back...
- He was his problem?

Why would Jason have
gone out on his own?

Especially after
Bruce told him not to.

Jason Todd doing
something impulsive?

That's a real head scratcher.

I found a chemistry
book in his room.

- So?
- Jason's not a reader.

If you're looking for a mystery
to solve, there isn't one.

I loved Jason.

He drove me fucking crazy.

Wanted to kill
him half the time.

But I loved him.

He went out there because he
felt he had something to prove,

and he got killed.

That's it.

Mystery solved.

Have you
talked to Bruce?

Briefly, at the morgue.

And how did he seem to you?

At the morgue, Jason's body
was laid out on a slab.

I would characterize
him as subdued.

But did he seem off or weird?

Yeah, he always seems weird.

He's a weird guy.

I don't think he's processing
this very well... or at all.

Do you remember
Alfred's funeral?

You and I were a mess.

There he was the whole time.
He was quiet, reserved, stoic.

He's in denial.

Yeah, that's what he does, Dick.

It's the only way he
can keep being Batman.

You know how many times he's
talked to me about my father?

Zero.

So his behavior today is
the same that it always is

when somebody close to him dies.

He just pretends to forget them.

No, it's different this time.

I'm worried about him.

Really worried.

Would you talk to him?

God damn it.

Don't make me do that.

We have kept it strictly professional
since I hung up the cape,

and my life is so
much better for it.

That's why it would
mean a lot to him.

Please?

Okay.

After work.

And I have no idea
how long I'll be.

Great.

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, thank you.

Shit.

So, then

Jason corners the Mad Hatter
and he starts swearing at him,

like, going off.

"You short fucking
hat-wearing fuck.

Fuck you."

And Hatter stands there,

stunned that Robin's
cussing him out.

And then Bruce came in,

and do you remember
what you said to Jason?

What?

Watch your language.

I heard you found
another body today.

That makes eight
in as many weeks.

Any clues to the
identity of the killer?

You never stop, do you?

Can't we just have a drink?

No new clues... yet.

But I'll be sure to turn the
signal on if we need you.

Your father and I had better communication
when we were fighting this war.

War?

You still call it a war?

It is a war. For the
soul of this city.

I don't know, Bruce.

Calling it a war feels like trying to
justify all the lives that have been lost.

Your father knew protecting
Gotham required real sacrifice.

My father died
from a heart attack

after being frozen
in a block of ice

by a man wearing a
fucking refrigerator suit.

- Mr. Freeze.
- I know who he is.

That's how you see my father,
isn't it? As a sacrifice?

You dragged him
into this insanity,

just like you did
Dick and Jason.

It was a long time ago.

You know what he
did to you, Dick.

You almost lost yourself because
Bruce weaponized your grief.

And Jason...
You took another kid

who was lost and
angry and alone,

and convinced him that he'd be
invincible if he put on a mask.

No more Robins, Bruce.

I chose to put the cowl on.

To go out there as Batgirl.

When the Joker shot me,
it wasn't your fault.

But you drove Dick away.

We worked it out.

Whether you've
forgiven him or not,

he drove you away and he
put Jason in the ground.

You would think that
after everything

that the Joker's done
to so many people,

you would've found a way
to keep him locked up.

But part of me, a big part of me,
believes that you want him to escape

so you can keep hiding from
yourself behind that mask.

You're as crazy as
the fucking Joker.

Hey.

What?

What the hell was that?

I asked for help.

I am helping.

Who?

Whoever he would have brought
into this madhouse next.

He recruited Jason one
week after you left, Dick.

One week. And he replaced you
like he was replacing a pet.

Come on. The last thing Bruce is gonna
do is drag another kid into this mess.

He won't admit that
he failed Jason.

The Titans failed Jason
more than anyone, Barbara.

He had a lot of problems, and we
didn't have the patience for him.

We wanted the Titans to work
so badly, we gave up on him.

The Titans?

Your West Coast
superhero school?

It's not a school.

We're a family.

Go back to San Francisco, Dick.

I'm not leaving Gotham
until I figure out

what Jason was doing
before he died.

I just told you
what he was doing.

He was being manipulated
and used by Bruce Wayne.

Don't let him do
it to you again.

Okay?

Go home.

Goodbye, Dick.

"B."

301 Harris Place B?

What were you doing, buddy?

What were you doing?

- Fuck it.

Who are you?

Who the fuck are you?

I sell in this building.

I heard someone's cooking
something new here.

Didn't want the competition.

- But if it's you...

I'm not selling drugs,
and neither are you.

You come here peddling
your shit again,

I'll throw you out
the fucking window.

- Do you understand?
- Yeah.

All right. Let's see what
you were messing with, Jason.

Chemical compound unknown.

What?

Who are these kids?

Who are they?

Potential recruits.

How can you even think
this is a good idea?

You want to do to them
what you did to me?

Turn them into a
sidearm, a weapon?

Fuck them up in the head, or even
worse, get them killed like Jason?

Do you know what this is?

No.

It's an unidentified chemical.

A drug Jason was
manufacturing, or trying to.

What?

He had a loft in Gotham.
Did you know that?

- Probably not.
- No.

A lab.

So I'm guessing this is what
pushed him over the edge,

what sent him out there to get
his fucking skull bashed in.

Oh, I, uh... I didn't know.

You didn't know
because you don't care.

It doesn't matter to you. You were
already looking for a fucking replacement.

You want to be Robin again?

Do I want to be
fucking Robin again?

No, I don't want to
fucking be Robin again!

You know, Barbara was right.

You're just as bad as the Joker.

You and he have been
poisoning this city together.

Dick, please.

I can't do this alone.

Then don't do it anymore, Bruce.

Mmm.

Another way Earth
has Tamaran beat.

To Jason.

He started
it, I ended it.

Ended what, Bruce?

But you know what he was
doing as I caved in his skull?

He was laughing.

He laughed at me because he won.

You and Barbara were right.

It's all a game I should have
stopped playing a long time ago.

It's over for me now.

It's over.

You see things I don't.

You saw that Jason was in trouble,
that he was involved in something.

Because you cared
more than I did.

The city is yours now.

You save it.

Do what I couldn't.

Be a better Batman.

Bruce.

Bruce.