Titans (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Lazarus - full transcript

Buck up, snowflake.

We've eluded our overdudes.

Now it's time to boogie.

Did you even see what
happened back there?

Well, the part where we skirted
catastrophe and emerged victorious?

I did. Bully for us.

Et voila.

We barely made it out of there.

Ah, details.

We won. Nightwing lost.

You don't know him.



He won't stop. Not after Hawk.

Hawk? Who's Hawk?

Oh, right. The big fella.

With the bomb.

It's hard to keep
you guys straight.

So many of you are birds.

Dick knows everything now.

Okay? We're fucked.

Hey!

You need to make me believe
you have a fucking plan.

You need to stop being
afraid of Dick Grayson.

I'm not afraid of him!

Of course you are.
Hold onto that fear.

Use it



- I should
fucking kill you right now.

A lot of people should kill me.

I need to know the fucking plan!

The plan is simple.

We immerse the good citizens of
Gotham in a world of fear and terror,

where there is no
one to protect them.

And when they feel that all hope
has been exhausted, we swoop in

and be the answer to their fear.

Eh, you feed a starving dog,

it's always by your side.

Why don't we get you a little hit of your
happy juice and then we'll be on our way?

Here you go.

That's it.

All better now?

No.

That-a-boy.

Jason!

Jason.

Jason.

Jason.

Jason! Stop!

Donna...

Don't go.

You still have time, Jason.

Jason...

Jason.

Jason!

You're okay.

You're safe.

Jason, you're home.

I'm fine.

- I'm fine.
- You were screaming.

Got to meet
someone in the city.

It's been a few weeks
of these dreams.

You sure you're okay?

You shouldn't ask
people if they're okay.

You're not really good at it.

Bruce, I didn't mean...

People have bad dreams.

It's not a thing.

I'd like you to see
an old friend of mine.

Dr. Leslie Thompkins.

What kind of doctor?

A psychologist.

You're sending me to a shrink?

Because I have fucking dreams?

She's more than
simply a psychologist.

She knows everything about me.

She understands the work we do.

I've done my time with shrinks.

Not gonna happen.

No more Robin until you see her.

What?

I've set an appointment
for tomorrow.

Bruce, please don't do this.

I'm fine.

If Leslie agrees with you, you
can go back to being Robin.

But until I hear the word
from her, you're shut down.

- Hey.
- Sorry I'm late. Molly.

It's cool. I ordered for you.

God, you look tired.

You sleeping?

You still trying to save me?

Always.

What are you working on?

Diego from the
shelter went missing.

Rumor is, the Joker's got a dude
on the street taking in strays.

Diego's poor and brown, so, you
know the cops don't give a shit.

Batman will take care of him.

Batman protects rich people.

Careful, J.

Living in that fake
house got you slipping.

Should've stayed
in San Francisco.

Fuck San Francisco.

That whole thing was a mistake.

Gotham's where I need to be.

You've been different
since you've been back.

- Different how?
- I don't know.

Like something
happened over there.

Nothing happened.

I was bored, so I left.

Okay.

Look, if you don't want
to talk about it...

Where's this guy who's
picking up the street kids?

I heard he's hanging near
a shelter on Dunsmuir.

Show me.

Right.

- 'Cause you're a cop now.
- I'm serious.

Let's just go see if he's there.

And then what?

Take some photos.

Show them to the cops.

It's worth trying.

I know that look.

What look?

The one that used to
get me in trouble.

You still
with what's her name?

Sheila?

Nah. Sheila
was the wrong one.

I might even date boys again.

Over there.

Gotta be him.

Got it?

Hold on.

Name's Pete Hawkins.

Piece of shit's been in
and out of Blackgate.

Gooned up with the
Joker last year.

How do you know that?

Told you.

I'm still me.

Right. That's one of those
things that sounds real cool,

but doesn't actually
mean anything.

Let's go introduce ourselves.

- J...
- Just a conversation.

That's all.

Come on.

What's in
this? It's really strong.

You look
like you can handle it.

- I love your smile.

What if I told you

I could introduce you to someone
that would make you smile,

all the time?

It never
works out like that.

Give us a second.

Keep the drink.

We have a problem?

A little young for
you, isn't she, hoss?

She's old enough to
make her own choices.

Do I know you?

I'm "Fuck." She's "Off."

We hate clowns.

Clowns?

Maybe you ran across a kid?

- Diego.
- Martinez.

You know him?

You must have me confused
with someone else.

You haven't done enough time

to look at me like that.

You have no idea who I am.

J, let's get out of here.

Where's your swag, cowboy?

Jason!

You shut your mouth, bitch!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it, please.

Just for you, cutie.

I'll see you around.

- Jason!

Jason.

Get off of me!

Look, you're hurt.

We need to get you
to a hospital...

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Just tell me what
I can do to help...

Get the fuck away from me, okay?

Go! Get the fuck away from me!

I said go!

Smells like fucking
French fries in here.

Wednesday is my cheat day.

Have a seat.

You want the emotional shit
and then I can leave, right?

Big fan of the emotional shit.

My mother was a smack
addict and it killed her.

My dad was murdered by Two-Face.

Add three years of foster care bullshit
and I'm probably fucked up, okay?

Look, I'm having bad
dreams, I'm off my game.

Just give me the pill.

- The pill?
- That's what you fucking do, right?

You get people to open up about
their shit and you give them pills.

Happened to me when I was
bouncing around State.

Ritalin.

Adderall. Dexedrine.

And something else
I can't remember.

- Did the pills help?
- I never took 'em.

First foster family took the
scripts before they got to me.

Well, medication's
an option but...

That's Jonathan Crane.

Yes.

You knew the Scarecrow?

He wasn't the "Scarecrow"
when I knew him.

He was actually a
brilliant graduate student.

Obsessed with fear.

Driven by ego.

He had real insight.

He was my friend.

Until he tried to kill me.

What happened?

He poisoned me with his gas.

He blamed me for betraying him when
I find out about his experiments.

His fear gas?

Yes.

What was it like?

We're here to talk about you.

My session. My money.

Answer the question.

It was as close to hell as
you can get when you're alive.

If Bruce hadn't saved me...

I still have
nightmares about it.

If you're that fucked up,
how are you a therapist?

I'm honest.

That's how this process starts.

I told you my truth.

What's yours?

What's that supposed to mean?

Crane's specialty was
terrorizing his victims

with their worst fear.

What's yours?

Being stuck in this room with
you for the rest of my life,

talking about my shit.

First days are hard.

We'll see how tomorrow goes.

That's it?

We're done?

Come back
and we'll try again.

I might even tell you
a story about Superman.

Thoughts about Leslie?

You shouldn't
creep up on people.

It's a skill that
comes in handy.

How did it go?

Okay.

You're looking at my
Scarecrow keepsakes.

Leslie told you
about her encounter?

She tell you that?

No.

What goes on in your sessions
is between you and her.

People underestimate
the power of fear.

Leslie did too, until
she ran into Scarecrow.

She was lucky to survive.

It made her a better therapist.

She's kind of hot.

Did you two ever...

I've got a conference call
with Metropolis tonight.

Luther is up to something.

Can you handle dinner?

Yeah. I'll order in.

You wanna tell me something?

Uh... Spilled off the bike.

Anyway,

the suit's locked up.

I'm benched.

It's the way you want it, right?

For now.

Seeing Leslie was a huge step
to getting back on track.

I know it wasn't easy.

I'm proud of you, son.

Son?

Yeah.

The Ducati's gassed up.

If this new girl
likes cats... run.

- Mother.
- Fucker.

Sorry, my bad.

Don't apologize.

Mother.

Gone.

Father.

Bruce.

San Francisco.

Rose.

Friend.

Molly.

Robin.

Freedom.

The other day when
you were in the alley,

when that man had the
gun pointed at you,

were you afraid?

Why?

Robin's not supposed
to be afraid.

Bruce puts a lot
of pressure on you.

It's not his fault I
keep fucking it up.

If he thinks I'm
scared, he'll...

He'll what?

I can't be like this.

This?

I'm tired of being afraid.

Freaking out all the time.

The nightmares, the
hand shaking, all of it.

Once he loses faith in
somebody, he takes it all away.

Okay.

Say he stops you
from being Robin.

You just get to be
you, Jason Todd.

Jason Todd lived on the streets
and he ate out of dumpsters.

My life isn't shit
without Robin.

- Does Molly know that you're Robin?
- Fuck no.

Molly likes Jason.

'Cause Jason's a real person.

Robin, on the other
hand, is a construct,

made by a
crime-fighting vigilante

who has a borderline
personality disorder.

Robin is the living embodiment
of that man's projection.

And that's

what you're afraid of not being?

A ghost.

No.

So what
are you afraid of?

Not being Robin or
having to be yourself?

And I know you won't
believe this, but

you'll survive just
fine without a costume.

Is that what
you're going to tell Bruce?

I'll tell him whatever
you want me to.

But he said you had to
sign off on me going back.

Bruce is
not my patient.

What do you want?

To feel better.

Then
let's keep talking.

If after all this,

you want to be Robin
again, that's great.

If not, great
also. Work for you?

Yeah.

Next week, same time?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Thank yourself.

You're the one that's
doing the work.

Jason, wait.

Just because you're afraid,
doesn't mean you're broken.

I want you to hear someone
say that and mean it.

I'll see you soon.

Put the phone away, please.

This is where your parents died.

I was standing
right where you are.

Everything that made sense
left my life in one moment.

- Bruce, we don't have to talk about...
- Let me finish.

Everything I've done
is to help you, son.

I know.

What I brought you into...

Robin

is tearing you apart.

It wasn't fair of
me to push you.

You didn't push me.

I needed this.

This city does things to us.

It can take the worst
parts of ourselves

and put them in control.

Sometimes I think it's alive.

Like it has a will.

And it wants us to
destroy ourselves.

I've lost too many
people to Gotham.

I won't lose you.

You won't.

You can't make that promise,

but I can keep it.

I don't want you to be Robin.

You... You talked to Leslie.

I didn't speak to her.
This is my decision alone.

Bullshit.

Hey, what did she tell you,
that I'm a fucking mental case?

She didn't tell me anything.
This has nothing to do

with your psychological
condition. Just hear...

I did exactly what
you asked me to do.

I went to Leslie.

I talked to her.
She's helping me out.

Please don't take
this away from me.

You don't need to wear
a costume to be my son.

You think I'm weak.

You always thought I was weak.

You never did this to Dick.

It's a different matter.

I've learned from my mistakes.

Oh, so I'm a
fucking mistake now?

You gave Dick everything!

And no matter what he does,

you keep on giving
him more and more.

Why don't you do that with me?

What's so bad about me?

Please, just hear
what I'm saying.

This is not your fault.

Please don't give
up on me, Bruce.

I never will.

But I've made my choice.

I've got to go to
London tonight.

Business. You come with me.

We could both use
time away from Gotham.

You're wrong about me.

I'll prove it.

- Jason.
- You're wrong.

Leslie Thompkins.

Word association.

You know the game, right?

Liar.

Jason, where are you?

Liar!

Jason?

Oh, you are very sly.

But so am I.

Ah.

You must be hungry.

Let me get you your lunch.

You want salad?

Cyrus,

would you be so kind as to
get me a lighter, please?

Jonathan Crane.

Whose little boy are you?

I'm working with the Gotham PD.

Credentials, please.

No?

Lying makes you feel
icky, doesn't it?

Well,
whomever you are...

You got fire?

What?

For the strain.

- No.
- Oh.

Well

then run along.

Cut the pothead act, okay?

I know you're the Scarecrow.

Everyone knows that.

You created the fear gas.

That was my former life.

I'm a good citizen now.

In fact, I'm on the
Gotham PD payroll

as a consultant,
which you would know

if you were actually
in the Gotham PD.

Now move along, fan boy.

Listen to me, you sick fuck.

You made a fear gas, right?

That means you can make
something to get rid of fear.

Well, I admire your
logic recto verso.

Even if I could, what
on Earth makes you think

I would share it with
a C-list impostor?

Because I'm special.

A collector's item.

From a very specific collector.

Ah. But the question is

how did you get
your hands on it?

You help me, I'll tell you.

I thought the Batman
destroyed all of those.

- He keeps trophies.
- Huh.

Ah. Which would
only be accessible

to people closest to him.

I always imagined
you to have wings.

You disappointed?

No. To the contrary.

So

What is, uh

our young Robin looking for?

I want to reverse-engineer
your fear gas.

To create an antidote to fear.

Assuming it's possible,

what's in it for me?

Information

on the man who put you in here.

A betrayal.

More like, uh...

"Do unto others."

You are a very
mysterious and curious

little bird.

I would want to know
everything about Batman.

Everything about everything.

All details, salient
to ephemeral.

A granular look
at his operations.

Things that only you would know.

And one more thing.

I want out of this place.

And I don't just want out.

I want Robin

to fly me out of
here on his wings

the same way Batman
brought me in on his.

There's a perverse poetry,

and it makes my heart sing.

You down?

I just want the formula.

Get a pencil.

Uh, shower runs cold.

It ain't gonna get fixed
soon, so don't ask.

I'll take it.

That should be a month.

- You hear noises,

you mind your business.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Just don't burn it down,
all right, playboy?

Let me see the eyes.

Well done, my boy.

Take that chemistry
set, get yourself an RV,

and you can have your
very own television show.

Your formula was off.

Not that far off.

Far enough for you to
have skin in the game.

How does it feel

to be fearless?

I don't feel anything.

Well, then we've done our job.

But there's only one
way to truly know.

We need to test our concoction

on Batman's most fearsome enemy.

Bring it.

Holy shit.

Holy shit, I fucking got you.

Oh, my God,
it's the Joker.

We got
three officers down.

Hang on, Elvis!

- Hello.
- I got The Joker dead to rights, man.

He's right fucking there, Bruce.

Stand down, Jason.

- Bruce, I...
- Stand down.

Bruce, listen to me.
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.

Fuck The Joker.

Get the fuck down!

When the whistle blows,
get them back in the cells.

What's going on, Jojo?

Joker killed Robin.
Now shut the fuck up, psycho!

You're okay. You're safe.

Bruce?

No, no.

There's no Batman here.

The Joker, he...

Where am I?

Just breathe.

Just breathe. Stay calm.

You're safe, okay?

You're in the only
place in Arkham

that a fella can get a
modicum of privacy.

What happened to me?

Well, long and short...

You were dead.

I brought you back.

You're welcome.

You know, you really should
be thanking Ra's Al Ghul.

Well, he left a tiny puddle
of mysticism that even

your friend Bruce Wayne
didn't know about.

I was dead.

Yeah, yeah. Jason,
you were dead,

and now it's time to
get over that because we

have so much work to do.

Now you wanted
deliverance from fear,

but we conquered
man's greatest fear.

You beat death.

Time for your medication.

I cooked you up an
extra special dose.

What, you think I
brought you back

just so I could kill you?

Come on. It'll make you better.

It'll make you
better than better.

Trust your doctor.

- There you go.

Ah.

Just let all your problems

drift away.

Drift away.

Oh, Gotham,

you ain't seen nothin' yet.

You're gonna give this
city what it really needs

with no hesitation,

no guilt...

No fear.

New mask, new name, new you.

We'll punish all of them

for what this city
has done to us.

And then you'll be their symbol.

Gotham doesn't
understand justice.

It only understands terror.

You'll be their mirror now.

Stand tall, Red Hood.

Show them what they are.

Hawkins.

Where's Diego?

- Hawkins.

Please!

Please, man!

I know someone
who can make you smile.

Pick it up.

Go on. Show me
something, cowboy.

Good.

Now, all you have to do is
shoot me and you'll go free.

So shoot me.

- You missed.

- Try again.

- Try harder.

Please. Please!

Don't kill me.

You don't have to kill me.

Just tell me what you want!

I want you to tell
all your friends about me.

Okay. Okay!

Who are you?

I'll just
tell them myself.

Hello?

Diego?

Don't be scared.

She's one of the good ones.

I would
never hurt you, Molly.

Jason?

Not
really. Not anymore.

Look, I know this
is fucking weird,

so I won't be here long.
I just wanted to tell you

that everything's
gonna be all right.

This city owes us a lot,

and I'm gonna collect the bill.

Jason...

I don't know what you're doing,

but you need help.

You still
trying to save me?

Always.

It's gonna get worse
before it gets better, okay?

Jason, wait.

You should
get a better lock.

Jason!