Titans (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - Red Hood - full transcript

I thought
you called it.

I thought
Perez called it.

Why the fuck
would I wanna see any of you?

Especially tonight.

You hear anything, Valeska?

I've heard plenty.

My guy says he cracked
the Joker's head in two.

One swing, and the man's brains
spilled out like wedding soup.

It wasn't him.

We all know the Bat
doesn't do murder.

He does now.



Well, let's do this again
when one of you dies.

What the fuck?

Open it.

Jimmy.

Like I said, until
the next time.

Open the bag!

Shit, where the
fuck is this guy?

The bag.

Oh, shit.

Fuck me.

That's Danny. That's
my sister's kid!

All your number-twos
are in there.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the guy you
want on your side.



I can protect you.

- From the Bat?
- Batman's gone. I retired him.

Check the sky every night. No more
Bat Signals. The nightmare's over.

Any problems with
cops or other masks,

I take care of it from now on.

It'll cost you 40%
of what you make.

And trust me,

you're about to make a lot more.

Fuck this...

Any more questions?

They said you were
undercover before this.

Yeah.

Vice?

Gangs?

Narcotics?

- A little bit of everything.
- Wow.

How long you been on the force?

You ask a lot of
questions, Tod-with-one-D.

No, I... It's just
funny, you know.

You show up a few months ago, nobody knows
from where, people are whispering... IA?

I'm not IA.

I was with a special branch of
law enforcement before this.

Like Secret Service?

I was a bird, Tod.

A big, red bird with latex talons
and a composite beak-like helmet.

Okay, Mr. Mystery. Have it your way.

20th
& Grand. Shots fired.

- I'll take the tunnel.
- Yeah, I'll take 20th.

Stop running!

- That was fast.
- Yeah.

Practically delivered
himself to me.

Wanna grab a coffee?

I... I have a lunch.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Boat salesman.

The broker.

Um, I'll be around
if you need me.

We still got it.

Always will.

Late breaking
news: Confirmed by several sources,

the man who terrorized Gotham for a
generation, known only as "the Joker," is dead.

He was brutally murdered
last night in Arkham Asylum.

Prison staffers have unofficially
speculated the assailant was the Batman,

but police have yet to confirm.

Calls to health officials...

Of course, Mr. Mayor.
Yeah. Night and day.

No special dispensation.

Can I help you?

I'm Dick Grayson.

Yeah, I know.

You picked a nice
time for a reunion.

And you are?

Thanks, Vee.

11:20 last night, Bruce's jet
took off. Changed IFR in mid-air.

Nobody knows where
he touched down.

- Except maybe you?
- I wish I did.

- What happened?
- I was asleep.

Bruce came into my room and dropped
a bloody crowbar on the floor.

Said it was over with him and
the Joker. That he ended it.

Then he said he was done with
Gotham, the Bat, all of it.

So that's it? No
note? Marching orders?

He said be a better Batman.

That's some
fucked-up parent jiu-jitsu.

- Trying to reel you back...

Trying to reel you back home.

"Be a better me, son."

You're not serious.

I can't leave now, can I?

You know how crazy
that is, right?

Trying to step into
your father's shoes?

I do, Commissioner Gordon.

"Be a better Batman," huh?

Bruce wasn't perfect,
okay? He got sloppy.

Let it get personal
with the Joker.

What happens when Gotham
takes one of yours, Dick?

I'm not gonna go around Gotham
swinging a fucking crowbar, am I?

I'm sorry.

We'll see.

Any other headlines?

I'm bringing in the Titans.

Are you sure about that?

Arriving
from San Francisco,

the Titans have been
spotted in Gotham City

just one day after the Joker
was murdered in Arkham Asylum.

The Titans did not
answer questions,

but sources say that the timing of
their appearance is not coincidental.

First Robin's murder,
then Joker, the...

Thank you all for
coming on such short notice.

I wish it was under
better circumstances.

Nobody calls us
under better circumstances.

I appreciate you for coming, but I should
warn you, you're not in San Francisco.

This city breeds a
special class of criminal.

People die here.

Not just regular
people. People like us.

I don't wanna lose anybody else.

We know what we're up against.

You're family. We'd never
let you do this alone.

Can we see the Batsuit?

No.

The Batmobile?

- Guys!
- What? He made me ask.

I did not. Dick!

There'll be enough
time for all of that,

but right now we need to
focus on the task at hand.

Word's out in Gotham that Batman's
gone. News like that travels fast.

So we'll have our hands full.

Get some food. Get some
rest. Could be a long night.

Incoming call from Barbara Gordon.

Looks like it already started.

This is Hoskins. Yeah, go ahead.

Her name's Ann Williams. She's a
34-year-old marketing consultant.

No record, no religious groups,
no terrorist affiliations.

Married?

She's a widow. She has
a 7-year-old daughter.

- Where's she?
- We're looking.

She ask for a lawyer?

She hasn't said a word since we brought
her in. She just brought this note.

Asking to talk to Nightwing.

Looks like it was written on the
back of a textbook page or something.

Play it.

She's terrified.

Red hood.

Joker started out his
career wearing one.

Think it might be related?

I hope not.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.

- You asked to speak to me?

- Can you speak?
- Mmm-mmm.

The red hood you were wearing...

Was that something
to do with the Joker?

Why do you wanna talk to me?

Who did that to you?

Am I supposed to call that?

7-3-5...

7-2-0...

2-6-6-0.

You okay?

- Hey.

Make it stop.

Hang up the call!

Hang up the call.

Make it stop!

We found Ann's daughter wandering
around the bus station an hour ago.

Also wearing a red hood.

She said some strange man in a
mask snatched her out of bed.

So Ann wasn't working alone.

Or he used the
kid to coerce her.

No money, no
political manifestos.

Doesn't sound like a
Joker copycat to me.

So what does he want?

What's any terrorist want?

Create chaos, paranoia,
fear. The noisy kind.

Toxicology came back.

The woman had a subdermal drug
delivery system in her arm.

Our guy said it was some
sort of Flakka derivation.

Like nuclear bath salts.

He juiced her with some
serious chemical strength.

A bomb and pharmacology. Points to a
science background, maybe military.

Well, that narrows it down
a few hundred thousand.

Probably with a mental
health issue, too.

Might help narrow the profile.

I wasn't gonna mention this,

but for cases like these, we've
been using a consultant, a profiler.

And we've gotten good results,
but you're not gonna like it.

Okay.

You're really not gonna like it.

Scarecrow.

What?

Told you you wouldn't like it.

You know, Batman put him in
Arkham years ago for a reason.

Oh, he's still there.

He's just helping
us out on the side.

This is nuts. You're taking advice
from a fucking crazy person.

It was Bruce's idea.

He thought that Crane had value.

And so far, he's been right.

When it comes to profiling
the criminally insane,

I hate to admit it, but he's
the best that we've got.

And after what happened today,

I think that we need the best.

I'll call ahead,
make an introduction.

"I, Richard D. Grayson,
under no circumstances,

not death, nor love,
nor loneliness,

will ever give comfort to fear."

Welcome to Camp
Cruel and Unusual.

This is insane. Batman's
actual books!

The Red Book by Carl Jung.
Original 1959 estate manuscript.

Meditations of the Emperor
Marcus Aurelius Antoninus.

- What are you doing?
- What?

Don't put food on
his books, man.

Were you raised in a barn?

Mmm. Test tube, actually.

Hey, does Superman
have a library?

Mmm, I don't know.

I feel like he's got a whole
bunch of space rocks and shit.

Oh, hey Kory, you gotta
check this out. It's...

Uh, Kory?

Kory, talk to me.

Please tell me that
was a grease fire.

The famous Starfire
finally returns a call.

- Sorry, Justin. I've been a rat.
- That's okay.

Been busy saving San
Francisco, now Gotham.

- What's going on?
- Um...

We had a death in the family.

I'm sorry.

Jesus. Is there
anything I can do?

Actually, there is.

I had a couple of
strange episodes.

I didn't know who else to call.

I don't know what
to make of them.

Well, grief can do that.

Yeah?

Crying, laughing, drinking.

Sleeping with strangers.

I wish it was that
kind. It's not.

This is more of a...

"Blacking out in the middle of the day
and torching the walls" kind of episode.

Ah. That kind.

You've heard of that?

What you described sounds like
a violent parasomnia episode.

That's usually when our
subconscious is knocking,

saying, "Yo, something's
not right down here."

So, I'm nuts.

Yup. Like the rest of us.

If it happens again, call me.
Maybe I can prescribe something.

Thanks.

And if it doesn't happen
again, you can call me anyway.

I will.

What cell?

He's on the end.
Only one down here.

Dr. Crane?

Weed?

Look, if you want
my help, and you do,

then I'm gonna need some
high-quality flower.

I'm talking 70-30 sativa. Lemon Lyric is my
favorite, but I'm not a name-brand whore.

Just get me in the ballpark.

Anything above 25% THC, we can
have our little tete-a-tete.

You're doing
the stoner act, huh?

It's not an act. It
helps my brain slow down.

Arkham isn't really a
venue for depressants.

Gotham PD actually has
you on the payroll?

No.

But when I am a good little
doggie, they give me my treats.

A woman killed
herself today, Doctor.

Very strange case.

I heard.

She asked for a
new guy, Nightwing.

Poor Batman.

I mean, the dude has one
little murdering spree

and all of a sudden he's
yesterday's news, right?

You got rolling papers?

Ah. Love you, brother. Love ya.

Somebody installed a subdermal
drug pump in her arm.

Yeah, Barb sent
over a cheat sheet.

He's a vicious little
fucker, this one.

Although, if we're being honest,

I mean, a subcutaneous drug pump?
That's too clever by half.

Gotta give him an A+
for originality, though.

The victim was a mother.
Afraid of losing her child.

So afraid, in fact, she
murdered four strangers.

Wait, wait, wait. You
know, when Barb...

When she said your name, it, uh

it rung a little
bell in my head.

The carney kid that Bruce
Wayne took in for PR?

You're that Dick Grayson?

You know who I am.

And your story's
biblical, brother.

I mean, really, you ditched the family
safety net, you flee swinging Wayne Manor.

And then, years later,

like the motherfucking
prodigal son,

home again, home
again, jiggety jig.

I didn't come here
to talk about myself.

If you've read the file,
maybe you have a few ideas?

Well, do you have a light?

No, sorry.

That's okay. I got connections.

Yes. The file.

Now... Um...

My best guess, and it's
just a guess, is that, uh,

he somehow knows who this
Nightwing character really is

and he has some sort
of jealousy complex.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Maybe he has a background in
explosives, military, construction.

Maybe just an Internet moog.

Okay, it's nice to see that higher
learning wasn't wasted on you, Doctor.

Thanks for your help.

It's the Bird's Opening.

What?

It's the Bird's Opening.

It's one of the oldest
known openings in chess.

It was made famous in
1855 by Henry Edward Bird.

It's a classic
king-pawn opening.

The two are connected,
relying on each other.

The King moves stealthily
in the shadows,

while the pawns are sent into the teeth
of destruction so that he may advance.

- You got all that from the police cheat sheet?
- Yeah.

The note, it's written on the back
of a page torn from a chess manual.

It's just his opening move.

f4 d5, Knight f3 g6,

e3 Bishop g7, Bishop e2,

Knight f6, castles, castles.

Is it some kind of code?

That's the Bird's
Opening, chess moves.

I've been running the piece and
board numbers through the computer.

- Looking at all the combinations.
- For what?

A telephone number, bank
accounts...

Needle in a haystack.

"Robin."

The Bird's Opening, Robin.

That can't be random.

Ann lived at 2289 Blue Bird Way.

Let's get a list of all the
Gotham streets with bird names.

There's five in Gotham.

Blue Bird, Condor Court, Finch
Street, Falcon Way and Eagle Crest.

I'll see if the numbers
correlate to the actual addresses

- and the addresses of the next victims.

I pedaled as fast as I could.

- Hank!
- How are you doing, Kory?

- Hi. Oh!
- Good to see you.

- About time.
- Hey, buddy.

So, are we suiting up?

What the fuck? You just show up.

- No phone call.
- Phone call?

You left me a message saying
you were going out of town.

Then I see the news.

- You weren't gonna tell me you were here?

I don't have to tell
you my every move.

Oh, I guess I'm a little
fuzzy on the rules.

The rules are you do
your thing, I do mine.

Okay. Well, this is
kind of my thing, too.

Look, when Donna died, I
let you follow me to D.C.

because we both had roots
there. It made sense.

It still does.

Except, I still wanna suit up,
answer the call, you don't!

It's not that simple.

Putting on the Hawk suit and not
being together kind of sucked.

Are you planning on
going back to D.C.?

I don't know.

That doesn't look
like an overnight bag.

This is Gotham.

If you're gonna
Dove, I'm gonna Hawk.

Let's go. We have work to do.

Next time send a text.

Nobody in the back.

Hey. We cleared Finch Street.
Any luck on Eagle Crest?

Nothing. Conner called,
he and Gar came up empty.

- We're too late.

Hold on.

Talk to me.

Dick. It's Barb. We've got a
problem. Bank robbery in progress.

Four armed men and hostages,
we don't know how many.

I wasn't gonna call you, but
they're all wearing red hoods.

Let's go.

Hey.

They have hostages, but they won't
talk to us. Issued no demands.

It's not a bank robbery.
Tell your men to pull back.

Pull back?

It's a setup, just
like with Ann Williams.

They've been forced into this. I
think it's the same person behind it.

So what? We just pull back,
wait for the mayhem to start?

No, I can go in there
and talk to them.

They're not criminals,
they're parents.

They think their
children are in danger.

Gar and Conner are searching
for the kids right now.

That's the leverage. We find
them, this all goes away.

Call your men off
and let us handle it.

If you're wrong, this
is gonna be a bloodbath.

We got this.

Stand down!

All right. Each
of us has a gunman to contain.

But remember, they're
not professionals.

They're scared, may be on drugs,

so don't be surprised
if they're irrational.

No sudden moves. No loud
voices. The calmer the better.

Please...

Come on, come
on. Give me the bag.

Please don't...

It's time.

Do it. He has my son.

He has our kids.

Wait.

Stay back!

Easy. Everyone, just relax.

You don't have to do this.

Look, we know somebody took your
children and forced you into this.

We're gonna find them and bring
them back to you safe and sound.

Nobody needs to get hurt.

We found the kids.

Safe and sound.

The kids are safe.
We found them.

Now put your guns down.

Nobody needs to get
hurt. This is over.

No, it's not over. Not yet.

Conner!

Those
people in bank

they aren't the parents.

Now it's over.

They walked
out with $25 million,

and drove off with my
men two blocks away.

You practically gave
them a police escort.

We got played. I'm
sorry, but it happens.

Didn't happen with Batman.

Be a better Batman, I believe
were the instructions, Dick.

- Whoever this is, this is exactly what they want.
- Which is?

- Mistrust between us.

Well, they should've
called first.

That box was already checked.

Those guys at the bank
looked like Perez's people.

I find them, I find out
who's running this show.

The people who have sworn to
defend Gotham will handle it.

- The ones in this building.
- I can help.

I stood down for you tonight.

Nobody else could have
convinced me to do that.

- It wasn't professional.
- Right.

Keep it professional.

I'm sorry we failed you
tonight, Commissioner.

The city is on edge and it's my
job to protect them, not yours.

This is a police matter.

Hey, man.

What you eating?

I don't know.

Gar made it, I think.

Some kind of meat thing.

That's Krypto's.

How'd it go with Barbara?

She said she wants us
to keep it professional.

Whoa. The "break up and work
together" thing is not for amateurs.

- There's nothing going on between us anymore.
- Of course.

- Serious.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

You want me to go out and grab a
shovel, help you dig a little deeper?

I disappointed her.
Fucked it up again.

Bruce wouldn't have
fallen for that bank shit.

Eh, nobody's perfect.

Not even Bruce.

He sure wasn't the other night.

Yeah, that must have
been tough to see.

Before we took off,
he asked me to stay.

Said the city's mine.

It's kind of like asking your
adult son to move back home,

sleep in your bed,

- wear your old slippers.

- It's a little weird.
- Yeah.

It was good to see
the Hawk today.

Yeah, it felt good.

I got some repairs done.

Stu?

Wanted 40K for reconditioning.

Found a lady at the dry cleaner,
who did it for 100 bucks.

You looked good.

Though Dawn tells me you rocked
the bike shorts back in D.C.

Hey, those are pursuit-and-attack
shorts, motherfucker.

Let me go check on
Kory, see how she's doing.

Hey.

Whoever this is fucking
with us, he's going down.

And we're gonna be
the ones to do it.

So chin fucking up, amigo.

Chin up.

Whenever you're ready,

I know what you're doing.

Psy ops. Mastered
by the Russians.

You do know I'm from
another planet, right?

Allegedly.

Do you always get this way
when you get competitive?

By "this way" I mean "insane."

I'm problem-solving.

The Bird's Opening. The
answer's right in front of us.

It's hidden in plain sight.

Hey,
speaking of Russians.

This guy Bobby Fischer had the
fillings removed from his mouth

because he thought the Russians were
using it as a radio transmitter...

- Stop.
- It's a fact.

Hold on, Fischer took
out his own fillings?

I'm not sure if I
should talk or not.

He did it because he thought the
Russians were trying to beat him.

It was a defensive move.

We're looking
at this the wrong way.

The answer isn't figuring out more of
Bird's Opening moves, it's how we beat it.

Conner, top five defensive
moves against Bird's Opening.

I wouldn't. He's on a roll.

From's Gambit, the
modern defense.

- A fianchetto.
- Fianchetto.

- Hobbs Gambit...
- Hobbs?

"Unsound, but nonetheless
interesting and uncommon."

No, not that. Hobbs Powder Group.
They used to make explosives.

Batman and I shut them down
for street dealing.

There was a 911 call 2 minutes ago
coming from the Hobbs Building.

911
operator. What's your emergency?

A man... I
saw him take this woman into a building.

She was screaming. He had a gun.

Where are you?

Outside the Hobbs
Building. He took her inside.

He had a hood over
his head. A red hood.

Units
are on their way.

It's a bogus call. He's
leading them into a trap.

Call Barbara.

- I don't think she's taking my calls.

We have to stop those cops.

Let's get
the spike strips.

Cops should've been here by now.

What the...

- Hey there.

What the fuck!

- All clear here.

- Maybe you can help me.

I've always puzzled
over something.

A "chicken or egg"
kind of question.

- Nature or nurture?

Were you born an asshole?

Or you just wake up
one day and you're...

The world's biggest
douche... bird.

I guess we'll never know.

- All clear.

What took you so long?

I got here as soon as I could.

Thought I was gonna
have to hire a skywriter.

Nice work on the
chess clue, though.

It wasn't me. I had
my team working on it.

Looks like you had a team too.

They were expendable,
just like the Titans.

Who are you?

The one they'll run
to when you let them down.

Gotham, it's mine now.

We'll see about that.

Oh, come on,
man. You know the tune.

Outgunned, outmanned.

Just throw in the towel and
I promise I'll be gentle.

Bruce always told me you were
better than me with the toys.

Jason?

In living color.

I got a new name now, though.

You'll be hearing it
a lot around here.

"Red Hood."