Titans (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - Lady Vic - full transcript

Phil,
we're on the clock.

If I want to hold my woman's hand,
I'm gonna hold her goddamn hand.

And if Sergeant walks in?

Then he'll see us.

And I'll resign.

Here you are, honey.

One earl grey.

I know it's not
a ring, but...

We're going
to make it there one day.

On our honeymoon.

We'll get out of this
freezing shit hole.



All I want to do is drink Pina
Coladas on a beach with you.

Well, that's not all...

I am a lucky man.

Yes, you are.

Happy anniversary.

You think it's the chill?

Sounds like the starter.

Pop the hood.

Phil!

Drop your knife!

Drop your knife!

Don't touch anything.

Don't worry, I would never
burn down your home.

It's so quaint.



I said don't
touch anything.

Hey.

You're back.

With company...

Kory's sister.

Her homicidal sister.

In our house.

Koriand'r,

I see you've prepared
a welcome gift.

Have him washed immediately
and returned to my chamber.

Uh, yeah. What?

Tamaran is a very
different planet.

Clearly the strapping one is my man
servant, here to attend to my needs.

Sure. I can attend
to your needs.

That's not what
she's talking about.

No, no, we don't
do that here.

Conner is not your chew toy.

He's one of us.

A Titan.

But is the green one not yours?

I'll need someone
to draw me a bath.

- Where would that be?
- No one's gonna draw you a bath.

Upstairs. Pick a room.

Wherever black fire goes,
chaos always follows.

Sleep with one eye open.

That was
a warning shot.

Drop the vase.

If you wish.

Nope.

Hmm.

You're not running?

Maybe I want to get caught.

Barbara?

Security here's a joke.

It's my way of keeping
my dad on his toes.

Wanna grab a drink?

To being young
and more fun.

Being young
and more fun.

Here we go.

Stronger than it looks.

Mmm, kinda like me.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Anything.

What's with
the Selina Kyle shit?

You could get hurt.

You wouldn't get it.

When you look at me,
what do you see?

Uh...

You see Commissioner
Gordon's daughter.

It's not what I was gonna say.

Why not?
It's all anybody ever sees.

The perfect daughter.

That the test scores,
the pedigree.

I might even take after my
dad one day. Who knows?

Doesn't sound so bad.

Yeah, well,
I want to be more than that.

I want to do good in
the world. Actual good.

All he ever does is fill out
incident reports and dodge red tape.

Fire up the bat signal
when things get dicey.

Why don't you join
me and Bruce?

You're halfway there.
He could teach you.

Batman, Robin and...

Robin girl.

How about Batgirl?

Robin Girl has
a nicer ring to it.

That's sweet, but...
it's not really my thing.

You guys work for my dad.

You follow rules.

I like to break them.

So what do you say,
Dick Grayson?

You ready to break some rules?

In the past two weeks,

a series
of high-tech robberies

have swept across
Gotham's museums and galleries.

Several of the city's
most prized works of art,

artifacts
and world-famous jewels

have vanished
under cover of night.

And now last night,
the prized Millennium necklace

has been stolen from
Gotham's Metropolitan Museum.

It arrived just a week ago on loan
from a private collection in Vienna.

Commissioner Gordon stated
he was perplexed

as to how so many sophisticated
security systems can be...

What you gonna
do with all this?

...for any
information they might have

pertaining to the robberies.

Maybe we should give it back.

What?

No.

Let's try it on.

Let's see if you wanna
give it back now.

Show me.

It's heavy.

It really suits you.

Here.
Want it tighter?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

What did I do?

Sorry...

Oh, fuck.

Dude,
that looks horrible.

Five inches over and
we'd be burying another body.

Barbara's responsible
for this?

One of her snipers is. Yeah.

On her orders, I'm sure.

Maybe I should go
and have a word with her.

I think there's been
enough bloodshed for today.

That was way too close, man.

I almost had him.

You're not listening, Dick!

You scared us.

Going out on your own,
getting shot.

It's not okay.

I didn't want
to put you guys at risk.

- Oh, bullshit, Grayson.
- Excuse me?

Dude, Hank blew up!

Dawn left us forever,
and Jason went dark.

This family is dying and you go
out alone and get yourself shot?

Do you even hear the words
coming out of your mouth?

Gar!

What?

Take ten.

- Thanks.
- Where are you going?

I'm going to go find him.

You lost a lot of blood.

You need to take it easy.

I'm all right.

Dick, before you go upstairs
there's something I need to tell you.

Does it involve catching
Red Hood and Scarecrow?

- No.
- Then I'll hear about it later.

Fuck.

Can you hand me a knife?

Are you sure?

Didn't my sister tell you
I'm dangerous?

Pretty sure I can take you.

Let's test that theory.

Nice throw.

Let's eat.

Let's just put the shit
out on the streets.

Who the fuck cares
if it's a perfect dose.

I care. You should, too.

Why? It works.

- I'm Exhibit One.
- Exhibit A.

Something's submitted as primary evidence
in support of a proposition or argument.

Exactly.

I exhibited the fuck out of it,
so let's step it up.

There's a greater plan at work,
padawan learner. Mysteries to be revealed.

There's no plan
without my okay.

And I say let's go
and fuck up Dick.

I get you.

You know, you're excited
to see what the next step is.

But before that,
I want you to come with me.

There's something
I want to show you that...

might shed some light
on things.

I used to come here during
lunch when I was a med student.

There's nothing like pairing an egg
salad sandwich with a Craniotomy.

Cool.
Can we go now?

Now, hang a second, there's
been a shift in dynamics,

and I blame myself
for not being more transparent.

About what?

Exhibit B, or as a lesser man
may say number two.

You are expendable.

Gotham is an open city now.

So I brought in this
lovely specimen

to help me with a few errands

that are near and dear
to my heart.

If you are unhappy,
there are others

who are more than willing
to take up the cause.

Comprende?

Good talk.

- What are you doing?
- The dishes.

Is that your role here?

We all do the dishes,

and the cooking, and the
laundry, and everything else.

This is a disgrace.
We are queens.

Twenty four hours ago,
you were a prisoner.

I think this is
a major step up.

Freedom means nothing if you
choose to live like a servant.

Okay, let's get
something straight.

These people are my friends.

You will treat them
and this place with respect.

No more knives.

And if I catch

even a whisper of a scheme
out of your mouth,

I will drop you down the hole
I found you in.

Are we clear...

...Queen?

There's been
a development in...

Oh.

- Didn't know we had a guest.
- Yeah.

That's the thing
I wanted to talk to you about.

Blackfire.

Pleasure's yours.

- Blackfire. You're...
- Yes.

The person who
killed your boyfriend

and your parents.

In our kitchen.

It's a long story.

What were you saying?

Listen, there was an attack.

Thomas and Martha Wayne
Memorial Hospital.

The surgical team was killed,

and a piece of
medical equipment went missing.

They found a drug inhaler
at the crime scene.

Let's go.

You just got shot.

Bruce got shot all the time.
Didn't stop him.

Look how well that went.

Then I guess I'll just have
to do better.

Let's go.

I understand now.

The tiny green one
isn't your man servant.

Clearly, he

satisfies your urges.

Gar texted
the name of the machine.

A short wave
positron multiplier.

The kid who they were
operating on

needed it for his procedure.

Is he still angry at me?

Gar?

Oh, it's fear
disguised as anger.

He's just worried about you.
He doesn't want you get hurt.

Well, it's part of the job.

Yeah, well, most people
are scared by that.

You're just
not like most people.

I have Bruce Wayne
to thank for that.

And now Crane is doing
the same thing with Jason.

Question is,
what kind of twisted plan

does he have for that machine?

Obviously he's not looking
to save sick kids.

And who is this new accomplice?

Witness I spoke to
said the killer was a woman.

Blond hair, bad attitude.

The only person she spared
was the patient.

You Dick Grayson? Kory Anders?

How did you know?

You're not allowed access.

On whose orders?

Barbara Gordon's.

So that partnership seems to be
off to a great start.

Gunshot wound and a cock block,

and we're
not even at lunch yet.

We don't need her to track down
who's working with Crane.

It wouldn't hurt.

Look, I don't know
all the gory details

between you and Barbara.
I don't want to.

I've got my own problems.

But Crane, Jason,
and now this new killer.

We cannot track them down

with one hand
tied behind our back.

You and Barbara...

Fix it.

Yeah.
I'll take care of it.

You gonna shoot me again?

This is more your range.

How bad?

Looks worse than it is,
went clean through.

- Are you hurt?
- A little.

Good.

You know, I had 'em both,
Crane and Red Hood.

Don't put this on me.

You went off book.
Way off book.

All this would be over if you
had just stayed out of it.

Thanks to you,

I've got a high-value prisoner
on the loose,

and the BOP gunning
for my resignation.

So before you start...

Okay, just...

We both made
some mistakes yesterday.

- Are you apologizing?
- I'm explaining.

I had a strong hunch
about Crane.

I didn't tell you
because the whole plan

would have fallen apart if he
suspected GCPD involvement.

Well, your strong hunch led
to Crane going AWOL

with a known terrorist.

So, maybe trust your
intuition a little less.

I came here because we need
to start working together.

Right,
because history shows

that we've
worked great together.

Oh, come on, Barb, we got to be
on the same side here,

- because if we're not, this whole city...
- I know!

I get it.

Same team.

I spotted surveillance
at the hospital yesterday.

You got anything on it?

The killer disabled
the OR video feed.

We were only able
to recover the audio,

which is useless.

So, unless you
have any other ideas...

I have one idea.

- Don't say it.
- Oracle.

Is that what this
routine's all been about?

This is Red Hood and Scarecrow.

We can use Oracle's
voice recognition

to tap into Gotham's
phone network.

Oracle has been mothballed
for a reason.

I'm the only one with access,

and I'm not revisiting
that monster.

Not for you. Not ever.

All right.

This is exactly why
I'm against vigilantes.

They think they're
above the law.

Kidnapping prisoners,
using them as bait.

Okay, fair enough.

How can I help?

You really want
to help?

Go home.

Okay.

Why is
a piece of medical equipment

behind a massive
government firewall?

'Cause it's not just
a piece of medical equipment,

it's a shortwave
positron multiplier.

- Which is what?
- I don't know,

but it sounds super-impressive.

We need to figure out
what Crane wants with it.

Ugh.

Something to add?

Yes, sister.

Look at the way you're
going about this.

This is clearly an expensive
piece of machinery.

He may be trying to sell it
on the black market.

Not likely.
Crane isn't motivated by cash.

Then find out
what the rats are up to

on the ground level,
the sources on the street.

Or maybe you're

more comfortable taking orders
from others...

rather than taking
the initiative yourself.

Kory.

- We're in.
- The inventor.

Doctor Christine Vo.

Map says she's deep in Gotham.

Worst taste in music ever.

I see some things never change.

You stay in the car.

Why did you even bring me
to your home

if you don't want my help?

Just because
I didn't let you die

doesn't mean you're part
of the team.

Then what are you even doing
with me?

I have
no fucking idea, Blackfire.

I can't leave you alone
at Wayne Manor.

I can't send you back
to Tamaran,

you blew up my spaceship.

And I can't kill you.

So that leaves us here.

Stay in the car, you watch her.

Hello?

Anybody home?

I thought your idea was good...

about getting intel
from the people on the street.

Why are you sitting next to me?

I could use the company.

I don't like labs.
Bad memories.

Hmm. Ditto.

So, what's Tamaran like?

Not like Earth.

There's no open skies,
no flowing water.

The very air burns your skin.

I miss that burn.

Why would you miss that?

We made life prosper
from nothing but dust.

Kory never appreciated Tamaran
when she had it.

Have you heard stories
of Krypton?

Wait. How did you know?

I can see
the strength of Krypton

running in your blood.

And something else.

I'm, uh, half-Kryptonian

and half-human.

Hmm. Neither here nor there.

I have empathy
for that struggle.

I was an alien,
even on my own home planet.

That must have been lonely.

It was.

All I ever wanted was the power
that Koriand'r wielded.

Fire.

Every royal is born with it
except me.

The cursed child.

I was treated
as less than a worm.

Now I know...

it wasn't power I coveted.

It was acceptance.

The Titans took me in.

Maybe they could
take you in too.

We're a family.

A family that doesn't share blood?

They've got my back.
No matter what.

We care for each other,

and when they're happy,
I'm happy.

Even my sister?

Yeah, even Kory.

It's just...

you have to earn
your way into this family.

Are you okay?

The same bomb used on Hank.

Conner!

Thirty-one beats.
What do we do?

Make a deactivator.

No one's gonna die this time.

Status.

80% chance of failure.

- Eighty?
- You'll be fine, okay?

That's Superboy over there.

Forty-five.

Twenty.

Done.

Thank you.

We got it.

Do you have any idea
what Dr. Bell was

talking about in there?

Uh, that stuff about

still being
in love with her ex-husband?

No, the machine Crane stole.

Oh, the SPM, yeah.

Can you elaborate?

Sure. The shortwave
positron multiplier

is used to cure kids with RPPD.

It could multiply almost
any chemical compound

with pulses
of high-energy positrons

resulting in
oxidative reactions

in the pentose
phosphate pathway.

Okay, so what does
Crane want with it?

That's a good question.

Well, if only

we had a criminal mastermind
who could tell us.

Or half of one.

Right. Well,

if I were an evil genius,

I guess I could
alter the machine

to multiply other chemicals.

Whatever I wanted more of,
I could have, and fast.

So whatever Crane was doing
before he went into Arkham,

he's back at it again.

But up to what?
What's he trying to make?

Don't ask me.
I'm not the mastermind... Fuck!

Ugh. Get in the car.

Okay. How much further
to the evidence room?

Twenty-five meters.

Twenty-five meters.
Do I go left or straight?

Left.

Does Barbara know
you're in there?

We're at
a bit of an impasse.

Once we get the audio tapes
from the hospital, I'll...

I'll let her know.

Are you okay?

If you want to talk
about something, I'm all ears.

Or not.

Dick, I got to ask.

Back at the cabin...

What about it?

Were you going to kill Jason?

What makes you say that?

Batman went off on his own
and killed the Joker.

- You went off on your own and...
- Gar,

Gotham got to Bruce.

And it gets to me too.

No. I don't want
to have to kill Jason.

I just...

I just don't understand.

Why'd he go bad?

He had a tough life.

That's what
Bruce looked for.

Someone with anger.

Someone he could
make into a weapon.

But Crane's manipulating him.

Look, I have to believe that

this dude we
fought alongside, my friend...

That he's not all bad.

What if is this
is not his fault?

What if it is?

We don't know.

Okay, where am I at, now?

Above the storage room.

Oh, okay.

Commissioner?

Gotham Gazette, Chanel Five
GNN, all down our throats about Crane.

What should I tell them?

Gotcha.

No comment.

Holy shit.

Barbara?

- It's me.
- Bruce?

I'll be where it all started.
Come quickly.

And, Barbara.
Don't tell Dick.

I want the drug.

We're not finished yet.

All-All we
have is a skinny batch.

You give me that, then.
All of it.

We've been taking orders
from Crane.

We thought he was the boss.

Who's the boss again?

We have audio from the
murders, but no visual.

Bruce and I used to do this
together, part of my training.

Join me.

My God.

My God!

The killer was 12 feet
north east of the surgeon.

Knife throw.

What? A 12-foot,
precision-targeted throw?

Was that an assassin?

Sliced across the back.

Our killer has the ability
to kill quickly,

but likes to savor
the victim's pain.

Sounds personal.

Okay, take a seven-inch blade, and
do a horizontal slash from West to East.

Okay, one more time.

Sixteen-inch blade,
reverse quick flash.

I think
it's closer to...

Yeah, that's it.

Severed the Achilles tendon.

Now, pivot,
knees bent, slice. Go

Good work.

Our killer's between
5'6 and 5'8.

Trained in sword fighting
using a 16-inch wakizashi blade.

And she's right handed.

I know who the killer is.

So, there's two keypads,
on either side of the hallway.

Both codes have to be entered
simultaneously.

It's a very
intricate security system.

One requiring two people.

Yeah, I have been thinking.

I think we, uh...
We make sense.

You think we make sense.

Yeah.

That's what every girl
wants to hear.

Tell me that you've run
the numbers and I'll swoon.

Oh, shit,
you gotta be kidding me.

It's him again.

Fuck Batman.

Don't go home now.

You said "two keypads"?

Yeah.

Three...

Two, one.

I'll be taking that.

No!

Come on, we need to go.

Pick up. Pick up.

Dick, take a hint.

Bruce?

Barbara, it's me.

Where are you?

I'll be where it all started.

And, Barbara.

Don't tell Dick.

Oh, shit.

Drop your weapon.

How movin'. The commissioner
who overcame all the odds.

Drop it.

The Joker should have
put you out of your misery.

This was worth the wait.

Well...

Best laid plans...

Shit.

Check the Bat-Computer
for homicides.

Wait, you don't think Blackfire
has actually killed people, do you?

I don't know.

Of course, she does.

Do you have any idea how
long we've been looking for you?

I was on the wrong side of tracks,
where you should have been.

I went to some bars,
cracked some skulls

and found out
from the rats of Gotham

that Crane is in bed
with the mob.

But, there is one
unhappy mobster.

That's our lead.

See?

Talk to those
who don't belong

and they'll tell you
everything.

Conner, give us the room.

I can't trust one word that
comes out of your mouth.

You're a liar. Have
been since we were kids.

And that's worked just
great for you, hasn't it?

What the fuck
is that supposed to mean?

Face it. In order for you
to be the good sister,

I have to be the bad one.

You're not mad that I left.

You're mad I came back.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

For six years, Lady
Vic leaves you alone,

and now, all of a sudden,
she wants your pound of flesh?

This is about you and I working
together again in Gotham.

Or it's just about
Gotham being Gotham.

Don't have anything
to do with us.

But why now? I mean, Crane
has Red Hood for his dirty work.

Well, maybe Red Hood's lost
his luster

and she's Crane's new toy.

And while she does his bidding, she
just decides to come after you for kicks?

We'll see.

Your official escort duties
have concluded, thank you.

She wanted you dead, Barbara.

Just let me quickly
check your apartment.

Okay.

It suits you.

Want it tighter?

I have been thinking
about us.

I think we make sense.

All clear.

Maybe, it was just
a one and done.

I guess that's it.
I think you're good.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

I should probably go.

Right.

It's late.

It is.

Yeah.

Well, then,
I'll see you tomorrow.

Mmm-hmm, good night.

Lock up.

Always.

Good night.

Well, is the bitch dead?

The bitch still has moves.

I had to skedaddle.

Well, as long as
you deliver the goods,

then you will get a another
shot at Barbara Gordon.

Flash photography.

I'll add another skill
to the resume.

Wonderful.

That's all.

Trust me. This is gonna be the
greatest high you've ever had.

No fear. No limits.

Fuck you, Crane.

Man, your shifted started an
hour ago, where the hell are you?

Priorities.
My girls parents are out of town.

I'll be there in a second.

Seriously?
I could have plans.

Yeah, but you don't.

Whatever.

Hey, hold on.
You okay? You okay?

Call 911.

Stevey?