Previously on Gotham...
You can't commit a crime in Gotham
without a license from Penguin.
Tell your families Oswald Cobblepot keeps them safe.
Not the GCPD.
We'd need an army to take on Penguin.
I am not giving this city over to Penguin.
I don't care what the Commissioner says.
- Makes me miss Falcone. - I'm done with this business.
I'm out.
I've got a place down south I can go to.
We need an army. He's got one.
If you show your face to Falcone, he will kill you.
An opportunity awaits you.
Why do you want this so bad?
I'm sick of not being taken seriously.
With you and Barbara, the three of us could give
all those creeps a run for their money.
You were the one time I've met a weakened me.
I want you around as a constant reminder
to never make that mistake again.
I'm the one you seek. I am Ra's al Ghul.
I have to be ready for when Ra's al Ghul returns.
You need to find your true north
and let that guide you.
It is here.
At last.
I was no more.
Now, you live.
How can this be?
The power is in the water.
It has given you life.
And a destiny.
You must find your heir.
As I found you.
Find him.
Be free.
Alfred? You read?
Loud and clear, Master Bruce.
Looks like the rumors around town are true.
Penguin's bringing in a big shipment.
Whatever it is, must be valuable.
He's got four armed men loading it onto a truck.
I'm gonna go down for a closer look.
How did I know you were going to say that?
I'm wearing bulletproof armor, remember?
Yes. Lucius Fox's armor was bulletproof.
My mask is not.
Don't get shot in the face? Got it.
Do I detect a note of sarcasm, Master Bruce?
Hold on.
I just picked up a thief heading toward the truck.
Thieves stealing from thieves is a victimless crime, Master Bruce.
Just walk away now.
They're walking into a trap.
Master Bruce, I'm all for you protecting the innocent,
but I won't have you risking your life over a thief.
Now, walk away.
Master Bruce?
Master Bruce!
The hell are you supposed to be?
You must be real stupid trying to steal from Penguin.
Bad idea.
Hold it!
Let's get outta here!
Come on.
In the truck.
Damn it!
Can I help you?
James Gordon. I'm here to see Carmine Falcone.
He's not expecting me.
Come with me, please.
Carmine.
Jim.
You're a long way from home.
Came down to see you, Carmine.
Heard you retired down here.
Sorry for not calling ahead.
No, you're not.
It's quite the spread you have here.
I think we're past the point of small talk, Jim.
Just tell me why you're here.
Morning, Daddy.
How was Artemis?
Feisty as usual. But I whipped him into shape.
Who's this?
James Gordon.
Jim. Meet my
only daughter, Sofia.
What're you doing here, James?
Go ahead, Jim.
I have no secrets from my children.
Penguin has taken over the city.
GCPD has turned its back on Gotham.
There are families that are still loyal to you.
I need your help to knock him off his perch.
Sure this isn't about you, Jim?
Your loss of power in Gotham?
This is bigger than me.
You have fight, kid.
I've always admired that in you.
But I can't do what you're asking.
Why?
Because I'm dying.
Doctors don't know why.
Maybe old age. Karma.
They seem to think the air is better down here for me.
Give me more time.
I'm not one to argue with doctors.
Or time.
So, you see. I can't go back with you.
I'll go back.
Hush.
You're not ready for Gotham.
There was a time in my life
when I would have done anything for the city.
Those days are gone.
I'm sorry, Jim.
You're on your own.
You sure you know what you're doing?
You're mad because I didn't listen to you, Alfred.
You're damn bloody right I am. Yeah.
You're right. I let my guard down.
It won't happen again.
All right. There we go.
Might leave a little bit of a scar.
Thanks, Alfred.
All right.
Now... Where do you think you're going?
To the docks.
I'm sure there's a manifest on the freighter.
Whatever is in that crate must be important
if the thief was willing to steal from the Penguin.
I want to know what it is.
Right, so being shot wasn't enough, was it?
You gotta let this slide, Master B.
There's more to this, Alfred. I can feel it.
This is my chance to investigate a real crime.
Stop it before it becomes something bigger.
Fine.
But just don't go charging around in broad daylight with that bloody mask on.
It'll be like having a socking great bulls-eye on your back, all right?
So how do you suggest I get onto the ship?
There are other kinds of masks you can wear,
Master Bruce.
As you can see, the scatter pattern is tighter than most.
You won't find a superior weapon anywhere in Gotham.
- I'll take two dozen. - Excellent.
You can pay out front.
Right this way, sir.
Thank you, everyone, for coming.
Tabitha planning on coming to work?
I am paying her half the profits.
Don't you mean a third?
That depends.
Where's my crate?
I ran into some trouble.
- Did Penguin's men see you? - No.
I wore a mask like you said.
- I know you're pissed... - I'm not mad.
I misjudged you.
I was wrong to cut you in on my new business.
You're clearly not ready.
You're serious?
I can get the damn thing.
I'll do it myself.
But if you do want to redeem yourself,
you can do the floors. Mop's in the closet.
You can mop your own damn floors.
Another excellent night of business, Victor.
Except for the part where
a couple of thieves tried to rob your shipment.
What?
Relax, boss.
My men stopped them before they could get their hands on anything.
You see what I'm dealing with, Ed?
That shipment is full of black market items I'm auctioning off
tonight to Gotham's elite.
I stand to make a killing.
I cannot do that without the items.
Where are they?
At the warehouse.
Take me.
I want to be sure it's all accounted for.
Once I do, bring everything back here for safekeeping.
No! No!
No!
This cannot be happening.
I don't know. Kind of opens up the room.
Whoever did this,
I want them found.
I want them dead.
And I want Ed back here, today!
Where are you, Ed?
Oh! He's up. He's up.
Where am I? How did I get here?
I brought you here. You're in my home. What do you think?
I'm sorry, but who are you?
You don't remember? Hilltop Elementary?
Mrs. Macher's class?
I was third row, closest to the window?
Eddie. It's me. Myrtle Jenkins.
Um, I followed your rise to becoming the Riddler.
I've read every article.
All the police reports.
I guess you could say I'm your number-one fan.
Okay.
Um, I should get going.
Whoop! That's gonna be tough.
Why am I tied up?
You're not.
Your muscles have atrophied from being on ice. Okay?
But don't worry, these warming lamps should help thaw you out.
- Ice? - Yeah.
Last thing I remember was being frozen by the river.
How long was I on ice?
Five months.
I know.
Since then,
Penguin opened a club called the Iceberg Lounge.
You were its centerpiece.
That little freak.
He put me on display like some caged animal.
Yes.
And I will nurse you back to health so you can reclaim your throne
as Gotham's greatest villain.
Ha! Ooh! Caveat.
With me as your sidekick, of course.
Doesn't that sound wonderful, my love?
You lost, kid?
My uncle Al works on your ship.
My aunt hasn't heard from him in a few days, and she's worried.
There're a few men below deck.
But I'm pretty damn sure none of their old ladies are looking for 'em.
Listen, I told my aunt I'd find him.
Can I just take a quick look? I'll be in and out in a few minutes,
I promise.
Sure. Go ahead.
Thank you.
Bet you think you're real smart giving us the slip.
I don't know what you're talking about...
Save it. Somebody tried to steal from this ship last night.
Did this to my face.
Tell me who you're working for.
I assure you, I'm just here looking for my uncle.
I took a wrong turn.
Assure?
Here's a little advice.
If you're gonna play the part of a street kid,
learn how to talk like one.
Hey, Andy.
Get over here.
What'd I tell you about bothering me at work?
Sorry, fellas.
You're right, though.
The boy's acting does need some work, doesn't it?
You see, improvisation, Master Bruce, is a very important weapon
in any actor's toolkit.
Shall we go?
There's a knife being sold at your auction tonight.
I was thinking you might be kind enough
to sell it to me ahead of time.
And why is this knife so important to you?
It's not.
I have a client who's interested.
Gave me a ton of cash.
So, I was hoping to get it for a lower price and make a profit.
That start with the attempted five-finger discount last night?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Of course you don't.
I'll triple the opening price.
It'll probably go for less at auction.
My dear,
wherever you disappeared to these last few months
has not made you a better liar.
It's clear that this isn't about profit,
but about your mysterious benefactor.
He is your client, is he not?
Reveal his identity to me
and you have a deal.
Wow. He's really got his hooks into you.
See you tonight, I guess.
Don't forget to bring your checkbook.
Always a pleasure, Oswald.
The knife was used to embalm King Balahsi.
According to this, he ruled ancient Mesopotamia for the first century.
What thief in Gotham would want a knife like that?
That's a good question.
According to the manifest, the shipment was full of jewels
and expensive art. Yet, our thief went for the item
with the least intrinsic value.
Well, that tells me she was a gun for hire.
But who hired her?
I think I just found the answer.
Alfred, look.
This drawing depicts a man being healed by water.
And look at his eyes.
His face.
Who does that remind you of?
That's impossible.
I mean, this drawing is 2,000 years old.
I know.
That's him.
That's Ra's al Ghul.
He wants the knife.
I struck out with Falcone.
That right?
Try not to sound too happy about it.
Look, if you brought back Falcone,
that would mean gang wars and blood in the streets.
And I don't like it when the streets are bloody, Jim.
Yeah, see how you like it with Penguin.
See you tomorrow, Harvey.
Mind if I join you?
What are you doing here?
I figured you didn't know anyone in town. Thought I'd keep you company.
Or maybe I just didn't want to drink alone.
To my dad.
I am sorry about your father.
We may have had our differences over the years,
but I always respected him.
When I was a little girl,
if I wanted to spend time with my father,
he'd have me schedule an appointment.
Save the respect. I know who my father is.
Took him getting sick for us to finally have a real relationship.
How long have you lived down here?
Since I was 13.
My father thought sending me away from Gotham would keep me safe.
I mean, there are worse places to grow up.
People are happy here.
You see the sun every day.
And I wasn't alone. I had Mario.
We took care of each other.
I know there's nothing I can say.
I am sorry for what happened to him.
You're right. There is nothing you can say.
He was infected with the virus.
You did what you had to.
There's no sign of Nygma anywhere in Gotham.
Word on the street is
it's an inside job.
Find whoever is in charge of hiring.
Kill them.
I want everyone here interrogated.
There's a traitor amongst us.
Those needles should help stimulate your muscles.
You'll have feeling back in no time.
Just call me the Riddlette!
I know. What do you think?
I think that rehashing someone else's idea isn't very original.
It's an homage.
And I thought you'd like it.
It's very nice.
This is so much fun.
If only I were the criminal mastermind you are,
we would've been together sooner.
I'm sorry, I don't really follow that.
Well, it took me months to plan your escape.
I had to learn Penguin's schedule. When he came and went.
Devise an exit strategy.
I'm sure it would've taken you two seconds to think something up.
It is slightly impressive you were able to outwit Oswald.
Hmm.
Though, as you say, my plan would've taken much less time.
Oh, wait. That is a great idea.
You should tell me what your plan would've been.
Because a window into your master villainy would mean so much to me.
I...
Um...
Oh.
Here I am bombarding you with silly questions.
After everything you've been through, you must be exhausted.
Yes.
Yes, I must be exhausted.
Ooh. Soup's ready.
Do you like tomato? I put little question marks in it, too.
Last one.
One. Two. Three.
Anything, my love?
No! Acupuncture
is therapeutic snake oil.
I've been focused on repairing the wrong muscle.
What?
Your brain.
It fires synapses that carry neurons to the rest of your body.
If we can stimulate it,
perhaps your other muscles will follow.
- Logical. - Yeah.
- What do you suggest? - Well,
in anticipation of our partnership, I have been working on a few
riddles.
Yes!
Riddles! That's exactly what I need.
That's gonna make me feel like myself again.
Fire away.
Okay. Here goes.
What's black and white and red all over?
Easy. Zebra with a gaping hole. Next.
No, it's actually a newspaper.
That's ridiculous. There's nothing red on a newspaper. Next.
- Well, it makes sense, if... - Next!
Um...
I have a face and two hands, but no arms or legs.
What am I?
Deformed baby. Come on.
Surely, you can do better than this.
The answer is a clock. Hands...
I think something is wrong with your brain, Ed.
There is
nothing wrong with my brain.
The problem is your riddles.
Bring me a riddle
that is worthy of my name.
Next time, I'll know to pack a swim suit.
You actually own one?
Yeah. I got a nice two-piece.
He comes with a sense of humor.
You ever think about walking away from it all?
Gotham?
Sometimes.
But I can't.
Why not?
It's in my blood.
My father spent his entire life fighting for the city.
Never took the easy way out.
Neither can I.
What?
Give 'em to me.
I don't really think they're your size.
Come on.
- That too? - Mmm-hmm.
- What are you doing? - Come on.
You can't be serious.
Just a little water, Jim.
I can't remember the last time I just stood still.
All right, Master Bruce.
Let's go over the plan again.
It's simple.
I show up at the auction and buy the knife.
Should be easy enough. I am a billionaire.
And a very public one at that.
Turning up at the Penguin's black market auction
is certainly gonna raise a few eyebrows. Innit?
You're the one that said that bidding on it was the smarter play.
That I did. But I didn't mean going in as yourself. Did I?
What do you think the idea was
going down to the docks pretending to be someone else?
I was trying to teach you a lesson.
Now, if you're going to continue down this vigilante path,
Master Bruce,
you've got to learn how to assume
other roles.
Play the role
that you were born to play.
That of a privileged someone.
Pedantic teenager with deeper pockets
than anybody else in this city.
You mean behave like a spoiled brat.
It goes against everything
that your beautiful parents tried to ingrain in you.
But, yes,
sir.
Bruce Wayne.
Billionaire brat.
Two hundred and fifty thousand.
Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars going once, twice...
Sold. To Mr. Bruce Wayne.
That's what I'm talking about! I love art.
I love it! Yeah!
I'm gonna put it in my bathroom.
Steady on, Master Bruce, let's not overplay our hand, shall we?
I must admit, this is fun.
And try to exercise a modicum of financial restraint.
I know technically you are the richest man in the room,
but let's not try and buy absolutely everything, shall we?
True. But if I only bid on the knife everyone's been trying to steal
from Penguin, it might draw his suspicion.
If I go on a spending spree, recklessly throwing my money around,
he won't think twice.
Nice. When did you think of that?
Improvisation, Alfred.
It's a weapon in any actor's toolkit.
All right, sir. Here we go.
Oswald! My friend.
Bruce Wayne? What a lovely surprise.
You certainly are getting out quite a lot these days. Aren't you?
The way I see it, everyone else in this town is having fun.
- Why shouldn't I? - I agree.
You and your insanely large bank account
are more than welcome here.
Ha!
Barbara Kean.
I thought she died.
Unfortunately, nobody stays dead in this town.
Excuse me.
You do realize, don't you, Master Bruce,
that if you actually win,
Ra's al Ghul will come after the knife.
Let him.
The next item up for auction is an embalming knife.
From the tomb of King Balahsi of Sumeria.
Opening bid will begin at $50,000.
A hundred thousand dollars.
What does she want with it?
I have no idea.
Stay focused.
One hundred thousand dollars to Ms. Kean.
- Do I hear... - One hundred thousand and one dollar.
Actually, Mr. Wayne, the bidding amounts are...
- Two hundred thousand dollars. - Fine.
We have $200,000. Do I hear...
Two hundred thousand and one dollar.
Mr. Wayne.
How about you let someone else have some fun?
Oh! Sure. No problem. I'm sorry about that.
- Three hundred thousand. - Very well,
three hundred thou...
Three hundred thousand dollars
and one cent.
Five hundred thousand.
Now back off. You little brat.
Wow, Ms. Kean. That's a lot of money.
For someone like you.
Two million dollars!
Two...
Sold to Mr. Bruce Wayne.
Congratulations, Bruce.
Thank you.
I do love seeing that woman lose.
A little piece of friendly advice.
Barbara Kean does not give up easily.
She'll be coming for that knife.
I would just, uh, keep a close eye on it if I were you.
There's a new wrinkle, isn't it?
What's green and red and goes round and round?
Someone's obsessed with the color red.
The answer obviously isn't newspaper.
You're stalling.
No.
You don't know the answer.
Of course I do.
No, you don't. Ed!
Mmm-hmm.
Your brilliant mind is as damaged as the rest of your body.
Actually,
my body is feeling fine.
Frog in a blender!
Selina?
Why are you sitting in the dark by yourself?
I was expecting someone else.
Like who?
Doesn't matter.
What are you doing here?
I heard about Penguin's auction.
So, Barbara sent you for the knife.
Figured, what? Because we're friends I'd just hand it over?
Something like that.
Why is it so important to her?
How should I know?
She was supposed to get it for some client.
Said he was a pretty dangerous guy.
And that if you were smart,
you'd hand it over and save yourself the trouble.
So, you're here to protect me.
Is that it?
The knife can't possibly mean that much to you, Bruce.
I don't know.
Like you said, I spent $2 million on it. I think I'll keep it.
- Why are you acting like this? - Me?
What about you? Are you really Barbara Kean's errand girl now?
I'm her partner.
But if I don't give her this knife back,
she won't ever see me as an equal.
I'm asking you to do me a solid.
I'm sorry, Selina.
You should go.
Morning, Harv.
Jim, hey.
This is Detective Harper. She just transferred over from the three-five.
- Jim Gordon. - Nice to meet you, Detective.
Heard a lot of good things.
From who?
It's good to have you in the fold, Harper.
Thanks.
Gordon.
You got a visitor.
Hot damn.
Fox in the hen house.
No offense, Harper.
None taken.
But you got the wrong idiom, Captain.
- No, I don't. - Be right back.
Sofia?
What are you doing here?
I came to help you.
Yeah? How is that?
Penguin. Oh, I know you didn't directly ask me, but...
I find men tend to have trouble seeing the simple solution
even when it's presented to them.
You shouldn't have come back here.
Oh, Jim.
I don't need your permission. Or my father's.
I'm a Falcone.
This city is my birthright.
My father might not think I'm ready.
But I am.
Is that so?
What do you think I've been doing down south, the past 10 years?
You knew you were coming back
from the moment I left your father's house.
Everything that's happened was what?
You sizing me up?
No. Not everything.
But I had to get to know you if we're gonna work together.
We're not.
Don't be sore, Jim. You came looking for a gangster.
That's exactly what you found.
We can do great things together, you and I.
I'll be in touch.
You?
You're the one who stole from me?
Some good it did.
The ice broke his brain.
What are you talking about?
What's green and red and goes round and round?
Frog in a blender.
Exactly. Ed couldn't even get that.
It does seem unlike Ed to keep this rube alive.
Sound the word. I want him found.
And her?
A lot of people have been trying to steal from me lately.
An example needs to be made.
Have fun, Victor.
- Love your dress. - Thank you.
I made it.
Excellent technique, Barbara.
I'm impressed.
I had a good teacher.
I wish you'd have called ahead.
Does that mean you don't have the knife?
No. Bruce Wayne has it.
Bruce?
Really?
How interesting.
- You're not angry? - No. Not at all.
You see, Barbara,
when I bathed you in the Lazarus Pit,
I did it in the knowledge that you would become
a competent ally of mine.
And so far,
you've done an admirable job.
I'm glad you feel that way.
And I wouldn't worry about that knife.
Didn't seem all that special to me.
Oh, but you couldn't be more wrong.
You see,
that knife
is the key
to everything.
Well, not everything.