Batwoman (2019) s02e05 Episode Script

1
[dramatic music playing]
[whooshing]
It's all there.
Tell me where I can find
the Jack Napier painting.
Your painting is being held
by the Collective,
a private club of connoisseurs
of outlawed artwork and antiquities.
You want to tie the room together
with a vintage canvas
that takes you inside the mind
of psychotic criminality?
- These are the people you need to know.
- I want an introduction.
Oh, the Top Crow?
Your biggest clients are in the Collective.
They pay your bills.
You walk up to their doorstep
trying to grab that Napier,
they might ask you for a refund.
[gasps]
[grunting]
From Coryana.
You're gonna tell Safiyah
to give my daughter back.
[groans]
[screaming]
I got a report of a guy lurking around
East End with a spiky pole.
It doesn't concern you, Batwoman.
That so? Because he's hanging off my line.
So why don't you tell me
what kind of fish I caught.
There's an item I'm looking for.
It's gonna help me find my daughter.
The woman holding her captive
doesn't want me to find it.
Safiyah?
She sent this guy?
The weapon fits the MO of her assassins.
But I'll confirm
after you hand him over now.
I don't take orders from Crows.
And I got a better shot at finding
Kate Kane before you do.
All Crows are bastards.
[Vesper on radio] Morning, Gotham.
Guess the early bird gives us the bird.
Acrobatic art prankster, Wolf Spider,
was at it again,
rolling his eyes at the entire city from
the top of the Gotham Century Skyscraper,
with an iridescent emoji.
Millennial hacktivism at its finest
and almost enough to distract us
from an even juicier Bat story.
Another sighting of Batwoman 2.0
and Top Crow Jacob Kane together.
This time working
at the East End crime scene.
Are we looking at
Gotham's newest power couple?
No. Jeez.
I thought Batwoman was cool.
Hey, we don't know what they were doing.
Maybe Batwoman was saving his ass.
Thought you might be hungry
after last night's reconnecting.
I feel sleepy. I wish
you could do something about that.
You can take the day off.
I can't.
As cute as I look in your ridiculous robe
[both chuckle]
I should get home and change first.
You're walk of shaming for me?
Like the old days.
Speaking of the old days
It's time you got that apology I owe you.
My partying was out of control,
and you took my stash
thinking it would help me and instead,
it got your ass thrown in jail.
And I get why
you didn't want me to visit you.
You served 18 months for me, Ry,
and it's time I start paying you back.
One for you, one for me?
I love it.
But we're good.
You got your life together.
That's all I wanted.
[gasps] Hey, what is this?
It's a work injury.
You fall on a corkscrew?
Ryan, you need to get that looked at.
Yeah. I just got this job. I don't need
my boss thinking I can't hack it.
You tend bar. She'll understand.
[sighs] All these years later,
still worrying about me.
It's kind of cute.
- You know what's kind of cute?
- Hm?
You without that nastiness
on your shoulder.
You take care of everyone else.
Take care of yourself for once.
[Mary] I'm giving you an antibiotic.
So it's just an infection?
Though it might have turned necrotic
if you had waited any longer.
Are you sure you're not having any other
symptoms that you're not telling me about?
No, I Maybe a little more tired
than normal.
Okay.
Kate would pop two of these
and she'd be back in fighting shape.
Okay. Cool.
But if you're hurt,
you should sit out a few days.
Right. Did Kate ever sit out?
Kate was never shot with anything
that pierced through the Batsuit.
And you shouldn't compare yourself to her.
What's my choice, huh?
Everybody else is.
I know you don't have a Twitter,
so I assume you mean Luke?
Just don't tell him about this. Okay?
I don't need another reason for him
not to trust me.
He's been questioning every decision I make.
Not to backseat drive,
but aren't you proficient
in six different forms of martial arts?
- What's the point of just leaving him here?
- I told him we want the location of Coryana.
He'll give it up.
Take it from a foster kid,
it is amazing how well you behave
when you are literally starving.
We don't have time to wait him out.
If Alice finds Ocean before we find Coryana,
Safiyah's gonna give Kate to her
and Alice's gonna kill her.
Okay, so do your hacker thing
and get info on
the spiky pole guy to speed this up.
I already tried.
I tracked his movements and confirmed
that he wasn't after Jacob Kane.
He was stalking the guy
that he killed in the alley,
but the victim was an investment analyst
at Gotham Capital with no record.
What's he got to do with Coryana?
Sir, I'm not defending her actions
but my guess is she's after what we're after.
Kate's location.
Let her keep Safiyah's thug.
We got a new lead on the Napier.
Evan Blake.
Old friend of Kate's
and a fixture on the Gotham art scene.
He just flew back from a trip to Berlin.
He was caught a couple of years ago
with a plundered artifact
and forced to pay restitution.
In other words, a likely member
of the Collective who might cooperate.
[Evan] Commander, you're underselling
our entire origin story.
- Katie Kane saved my life.
- Really?
Gotham Prep.
It's eighth grade and the winter formal
is a multiverse-shattering crisis
because "I'm straight."
Kate was way out by then.
I had this tragic crush
and I asked her to the dance.
I'm sure she wanted to roll her eyes so hard,
but with the grace of a saint,
she said yes.
The only time you'll ever hear
- teenage Kate described as a saint.
- [Sophie chuckles]
My parents take me to pick her up
and Kate is jaw dropping
in this tailored velvet suit,
just radiating queer confidence.
I, on the other hand,
dissolve into a monsoon of tears.
Kate races me up to her bedroom
and we go through the whole thing.
"I'm gay." "I know."
We make it to the dance.
And I came out by default
because I wore Kate's
Alexander McQueen off-the-shoulder mini,
which begged a lot of questions.
But I wasn't afraid anymore.
I was glowing.
And then Kate ditched me
to make out with Maggie Watson.
[Jacob chuckles]
Sounds like our girl.
So you need my help with
Kate's disappearance. I'm here for you.
Kate was looking for a piece of artwork.
Something may have gotten her on
the wrong side of someone very dangerous.
Our theory is if we find the item,
it'll lead us to her captor.
Well, you've come to the right art snob.
I was senior editor
at the Gotham Museum of Antiquities.
I curate my own private collections.
I've got my hands in a bit of everything.
Yeah, we know. Agent Moore?
Kate was looking for
a canvas painted by Jack Napier.
Alias: the Joker. You're aware of it, yes?
I know the legend.
Psychotic evildoer breaks into home,
splashes homeowner's guts
all over some painting in a foyer
and calls it modern art.
It's a bit on the nose, if you ask me.
Not to mention illegal
to buy, sell, or possess,
since it was stolen
from an active crime scene.
I'm sorry, should there be a harsh light
shining in my eyes right now?
Because the Kate I knew
never gave a crap about art.
And I haven't spoken with her in years.
We have reason to believe
that you're affiliated with the Collective.
[chuckles]
We'll work to get you full immunity
if you help us make contact.
Immunity from what, Ms. Moore?
I'm a perfect angel.
I thought you were her friend.
I love Katie,
but this feels like entrapment.
If you need to contact me again,
I'll refer you to my lawyers.
I want all our tech
inside every device Evan owns.
Round-the-clock, revolving tails.
Yes, sir.
But there could be an easier way
to locate Coryana with Batwoman's help.
Let me ask her for access to her prisoner.
Batwoman, or whoever it is
who stepped in for my daughter,
I am not gonna grovel at her feet.
Let me do it. Or at least ask nicely.
Because Alice will do a lot worse
than grovel to find Kate before we do.
[grunting]
Ocean.
[panting]
- Hi.
- Hi.
[sighs]
What do you call it
when you're sure you've met someone
you're sure you've never met?
A stay of execution.
Vodka on the rocks.
Visiting from Gotham?
Why?
Do I look depressed?
You've got the sophistication
of a city mouse.
"Mouse."
[clears throat] Touchy subject.
Don't you think mice are cute?
I had a mouse in my life.
I loved him like a brother.
And when he started holding me
back from my dreams, I killed him.
[chuckles]
Shoot, um
[coughs]
I think it's my turn to, uh
[clapping]
That is the fastest
I've ever seen him take the hint.
Can I join you?
In case he decides to try it again.
Pretty sure he's in the next county
by now, but by all means.
[pensive music playing]
[thuds]
Last time I came here to meet
a Batwoman, vibes were different.
Please say this isn't a booty call.
Look, I don't know where you got
this idea that all Crows are bastards,
but some of us are trying to make
a difference.
Well, in my experience,
when the crows fly together,
they call it a murder for a reason.
I want to offer you a deal.
You get everything we know
about Safiyah and Coryana
- and we get access to your prisoner.
- So you can beat him within an inch of his life?
He's a murderer who knows
where Kate's being held.
I'll think about it.
You should be doing everything
in your power to help Kate.
I don't need a Crow
telling me how to do my job.
I'm not speaking to you as a Crow.
Kate is the love of my life.
And I need your help to get her back.
[ominous music playing]
[Ryan] Hell to the no. No.
Working with the Crows
makes my skin crawl. Screw that. No.
It's not like we're hosting them
a fundraiser.
Trust me, we make a deal
that sounds good, they'll break it.
Not if we're dealing with Sophie.
Sophie has hauled my ass in
for questioning so many times
she knows my damn coffee order. No.
Will you talk some sense into her, please?
We're at a dead end, Ryan.
Look, I'm sorry, but you're outvoted.
I get it. You want Kate back.
But the Crows have tried
to ruin my life for fun.
I'm not helping them!
Okay, so
Crows horror stories.
You want me to go or?
Do you want to do yours first?
My girl, Angelique, had a drug habit.
And on a very ugly night
she was gone, like a different person.
So I found her stash and I took it,
thinking I could somehow
straighten her out, bring her back.
I'm on the street, crying.
No question what kind of night I'm having
and I pass these two Crows.
And one of them yells out:
"You'd be cuter with a smile on your face."
And my mama told me
what to do about it, right.
Pay them no mind and keep moving,
but they wouldn't let it go.
So my hand went out,
my finger went up, and boom,
those Crows had what they wanted.
They found the drugs
and thought they were yours.
I'm sorry that happened to you.
What was yours?
Um
the Crows
killed my father.
Wait, what?
Really?
Really.
It's, uh, not a story for today, but, um
it's the worst thing
that ever happened to me.
[sighs]
- I should've let you go first.
- [chuckles]
I will never forgive them.
And I don't want to help the Crows either.
But we need them to help us.
[sighs]
Remember, this isn't punishment
just for the sake of it.
We've given this murderer
every opportunity to talk.
So unless you have any other ideas,
it's time to take this to the next level.
[Sophie] You've got some choices.
You can give us the location of Coryana.
[grunts]
You can get us in touch with Safiyah
or the man known as Ocean.
[grunts]
Help us find the Napier painting.
[groaning]
Listen to me. It is not worth
what they're going to do to you.
The Many Arms will kill
whoever lays hands on that painting.
You'll never find Coryana.
I never said the two are related.
The painting gets us to Coryana?
Is it a map?
[grunting]
Cyanide capsule.
- Let's get him down.
- It's too late.
It's too late.
[Batwoman] Kane pushed him too hard.
Now we're at a dead end.
- [cell phone buzzing]
- [Sophie] Maybe not.
We've been surveilling
a suspect we've linked to the Napier
and we just got a hit on its location.
A group called the Collective
is having a special exhibition
tomorrow night to auction the painting off.
Why now?
Word must have gotten back to the owner
about the body that dropped the other night.
Too much heat.
- You doing anything tomorrow night?
- You looking for a date to this thing?
We don't have an insider, but we need
someone with no connection to the Crows
who can infiltrate the event
and grab the Napier without getting caught.
I go alone.
No Crows at the location, no surveillance.
And I want you directly in charge
of any Crows assigned to this mission.
This is a one-off. We're not partners.
["Whiskey" playing]
So, Ocean what do you do?
I bore people to death
by telling them I'm a soil technician.
Ooh.
That sounds like a fancy name
for "dirt nerd."
But you smiled when you said it,
so you must like your work.
I grew up in nature.
My family cultivated everything
we ever needed from the land.
[Alice] Mm.
In a place like Gotham,
where everything is concrete
isn't that incredible?
So tell me where is this
magical place you hail from?
with the whiskey
And I chase my whiskey with the blues
I'm meeting an associate.
I should splash some water on my face.
Five shots
no regrets.
Hey, can I ask you something?
Have we met somewhere before?
I think I'd remember you.
I chase my whiskey with the blues
Probably just thinking about somebody else.
Oh, well.
[ominous music playing]
Do you mind shutting the shade?
[sighs]
You slept through half the day.
Five shots, no regrets.
Shall I explain?
I do wish you would.
Some lunatic on a faraway island
is holding my sister hostage
and she won't hand her over
until I gut you and airmail the evidence.
This woman got a name?
Enough women want you dead,
I need to be specific?
Just answer the damn question.
Safiyah.
Although her obedient
island followers call her "queen."
[sighs]
Not me.
I called her "sister."
I have three words.
Who is she?
Oh! Mwah!
Look.
Wait, are you sure art collectors
are supposed to have this much swag?
Well, first of all, they're not
art collectors. They're outlaws.
And if Evan Blake is the style guide,
this party's about
to look like The Hunger Games.
What's Evan Blake's deal?
[sighs] Ugh.
He and I were always
angling for Kate's affection. No.
He was way more competitive
and had a lot more flare than me.
Now he's overeducated
and, apparently, he's addicted to mischief.
The Crows say that he runs the door
for the Collective. Oh, no.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
I think I can make this work.
I'd say so.
Hey, hey. I brought the plan.
I brought the game plan.
[both laughing]
The event is inside a private hangar
at Gotham International.
It's actually a pretty clever way
of doing this.
So the Collective flies in,
they unload the pieces.
They buy, sell, party.
Then they load back up, fly away.
No customs, no TSA, maximum security.
How are we sneaking
the Batsuit through that security?
So we just happen to have VIP access
to every square inch of that terminal.
Yeah, between Wayne Enterprises
and Hamilton Dynamics,
we burn more private jet fuel
than the Hadids, Kardashians,
and the Air Force combined.
Yeah. So with our resources,
Crows' intelligence,
and a secret agent that
no one's going to suspect, Ryan Wilder.
Wait, I'm just supposed
to talk my way inside?
Oh, no.
Did you think Mary had all the accessories?
[indistinct chatter]
Look at this precision metal work.
The weight is perfectly balanced.
What's the provenance?
Which Bat did it belong to?
Woman.
- One-point-oh or
- Current model.
The Batarang is a stunning piece.
We'll make an exception
and allow it into the exhibition.
Okay. I'm really loving that dress.
Didn't it debut in London?
- Nailed it.
- Ah.
Actually, it was New York, winter '18.
Well, I heard there was a dress code
so I borrowed it from a friend.
Heard from who, exactly?
Of course, I'm a big believer
in the first amendment,
except when it comes to the shenanigans
that go on behind
the Collective's closed doors.
[chuckles] Evie, baby,
what are you doing to my girl here?
You beat me here.
Ang, big night.
Patrons need their party favors.
And this one's yours?
Yeah. I totally spaced on the heads up.
It's fine. You're forgiven. Any questions?
Pronouns?
"He, him, they, them." I go with the flow.
Now, you two, go forth and do crimes.
Ang, what are you doing here?
Saving your ass at the door.
You can't just slide into the DM.
You need a referral.
What party favors was he talking about?
Ang, no.
What do you want me to say?
That you weren't lying through
your teeth when you told me
- you pulled your life together.
- For your information, I'm clean.
Four months.
But do you know what people need
to hold their lives together? Money.
If you get caught, distribution
is eight to ten at Blackgate.
Says the girl turning Batwoman's
missing hardware into an Etsy shop.
We know what I'm doing here.
What are you doing here?
Save it. You are
the only one here who's judging.
Is this thing on?
Loud and clear. Wanna try channel two?
No, not really.
Batwoman to Moore.
Copy. You're late.
I thought maybe you got cold feet.
Believe it or not, I ran into an ex.
Oh, okay. Well, I hope
he's not gonna be drama.
"She." And always.
I'll let you know when I find
the painting. Stand by.
Luke, I got the target.
Okay, great. Give me a good look.
[computer trilling]
Okay. Moving onto the next phase.
A lot of interest in this one.
Yeah.
It's kind of gimmicky, isn't it?
Oh, it's dreadful. Zero technique,
- but, you know, celebrity artist.
- Mm.
Help me to understand the appeal
in owning something like this.
Some of the people here, total sickos.
And you?
I don't like being told
what I can and can't do in life,
whether it's the art I collect
or the clothes I wear,
I'm not desperate for anyone's approval.
Still throwing shade at my borrowed couture.
[chuckles]
What can I say? I just prefer
to see everyone's true colors.
So I ran a spectral analysis to isolate
the original canvas underneath the gore.
I think it's a painting
of ocean currents. You were right.
The Joker splattered some poor guy
all over a map to Coryana?
But we'll need to restore the canvas
to locate the island.
- But that means
- You're gonna need to steal it.
I didn't know Safiyah had family.
We weren't blood.
Apparently, we weren't anything.
Why does she want me dead?
Oh, no offense, but I have way
too much drama in my life to care.
She's obviously losing her touch
if she sent you.
I'm sorry, did you just
call me a bad assassin?
Not to Monday morning quarterback,
but you had ample opportunity to kill me.
You knew I was staying here, which means
you could've killed me in my sleep.
But maybe you don't know how to pick a lock.
Fine, surprise attack in
the bar bathroom. Easy, private.
At the very least,
you can ambush me in my truck.
- I have a backseat and I don't lock my doors.
- Mm.
But instead, you, what,
make a scene at the bar, get my attention,
indulge in small talk, get drunk?
[scoffs]
Safiyah must be desperate if she sent you.
I needed more answers
before I could kill you.
I've never seen you before in my life.
Nor I you, which is why I needed to know
more before I made Ocean bleed the Red Sea.
How do you even know
what Coryana looks like?
Because I was there five years ago.
That's impossible.
I was there five years ago.
How peculiar.
Mm.
Well, I suppose you could kill me
and spend the rest of your life on the run,
seeing as none of this changes the fact
the island queen still wants you dead.
Or we could give her a jingle.
I'm good with option A.
Safiyah, we both know
this isn't about a stupid flower.
And what do you think it's about?
Me having the one thing you can't.
What the hell was that?
Exactly. Option B it is.
[clears throat]
[sighs]
There should be a dispenser
next to the sink with
uh, you know products.
- I see it.
- A lot of firepower in that room,
- so you're gonna have to move fast.
- Batwoman, status check. You find it?
Target identified. I just need to take it
for further analysis.
We'll monitor from here.
[clamoring]
[groans]
[clamoring continues]
[alarm blaring]
Uh Batwoman?
[alarm continues blaring]
I think we have competition.
- Who?
- You ever heard of Wolf Spider?
Shoot him before he gets too high.
- Miss, this way please.
- [gunshots]
Ryan!
Hand it over.
Damn.
[yells]
[grunts]
[groaning]
Painting's on the move.
Do you need medical?
[grunts] Just slow him down. I'll be there.
We're on it.
[siren wailing]
- Nimble little bastard.
- A little taser action will slow him down.
[taser gun charging, then fires]
- Damn it. Get me closer!
- I'm on it.
The freaking cartridge just jammed.
- Dude, what did you do?
- He jumped in front of me.
Get some ties on him.
[sighs] This isn't good. Call for medical.
[Sophie] Status check.
Target acquired.
We've got the painting. Let's go.
What? What are you doing?
We can't leave him here.
Moore wants the painting,
not an excessive force headline. Let's go.
Someone else will clean him up.
[car approaching]
Evan? Evan.
Evan, can you hear me?
We're gonna need a blood drive after this.
He's gonna recover, right?
Well, considering he was hip-checked
by a 4,800 pound hunk
of toxic masculinity, he's doing great.
Distal femur fracture,
dislocated elbow, minor concussion.
But when the bone shattered,
it nicked his femoral artery,
so if you hadn't been there
to bring him in in time,
he would have bled out.
What? What happened back there?
You want to know what happened?
I listened to you over my gut and now look.
What happened to you?
You sounded like you were in rough shape
- when you called for backup.
- This isn't about me. This is about us.
This team and how I can't
keep working for your approval.
I wanted to suit up and not think about you
comparing me to Kate Kane for once.
So I agreed to partner
with the Crows, and for what?
You sided with the guys who killed
your old man. Your taste sucks.
But you know what?
I wear this suit. I take the bullets.
So when I say I have a bad feeling
about something, you two listen.
Did her majesty say
when she'd grace us with a callback?
Would you just sit there without talking?
I have spent more years of my life in captivity
than any elephant in the Gotham Zoo.
The key to surviving?
Keep yourself entertained.
Rough childhood?
You could say I come by
my abandonment issues honestly, yeah.
How do you know Safiyah?
I was squatting on a yacht in Gotham Harbor.
Safiyah's minions were pirating it
while I was on board
and, apparently, she was impressed
by the fight I put up.
And she let you stay?
Yeah.
No way. The island's
cardinal rule is no outsiders.
Hm.
Why don't I remember any of this?
That's the thing you should.
And I should remember you.
The fact that we both had
the same memories makes me think
that Safiyah did something
to get us to forget.
You think Safiyah erased our memory?
Some of them.
The thing is we might never know.
[Alice] Tell me you ordered delivery
and those aren't one, two,
three assassins approaching?
The Many Arms of Death.
Oh, more relatives of yours, I presume.
Yeah, can you cut me loose?
I can't trust you.
You don't trust me
to defend myself from murder?
[ominous music playing]
[muffled grunting]
[panting]
- Where's Ocean?
- [Ocean] Hey.
Surprise.
[grunting]
[yells]
Hey, do you have any cash?
We should probably leave the maid a tip.
You're dark.
Shouldn't have doubted me.
Let's go. You're driving.
Badges of the Crows who did this.
That's not enough. Burn it all down,
girl, the whole thing.
I can't do that.
I believe in the mission of the Crows.
An organization that decides what justice is
based on who can pay the most money?
That beats information out of its suspects?
That runs someone over
for stealing a painting?
- That's what you believe in?
- You think two men losing
their jobs isn't enough?
You're right, but I'm fighting
to change the culture.
Yeah, well, good luck with that,
but if you want to party with me,
add your badge
to that little pile over there.
Until then, this partnership is over.
What about the painting?
Our forensics team is still working on it.
Don't you want to know where Coryana is?
We'll see who gets there first.
Mary Hamilton. [chuckles]
Awkward.
Because I know you're Wolf Spider?
Because I'm pretty sure I'm naked.
Oh, very much so.
Evan, you need to find a better suit.
Spandex is no match for an oncoming SUV.
Mm, but it's so comfortable.
Then maybe find
a safer excuse to play dress up.
Gotham's elite take themselves
too seriously.
Who else is gonna eye roll them
with as much style as me?
[chuckles]
The Crows got the painting.
I was stealing it for Kate.
I thought I had a better chance
at grabbing it than the Crows.
Hey, don't beat yourself up about it.
Because it turns out nobody
actually got the Napier painting.
- It was a forgery.
- That's impossible.
No, Batwoman took a sample
of the organic compound
that was painted over the original canvas,
and it was pig's blood.
[exhales]
Napier would've never used pig's blood.
Right. So the Crows
ended up with a decoy copy
and the original is still
out there somewhere.
And so is Kate.
["Something Wicked" by Kelson playing]
I see evil eyes looking around
Spirits in disguise walking around
[groans]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You don't touch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It's dangerous
[gasps]
Oh, my God.
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
[Alice & Ocean laughing]
Once we get some distance
from the Many Arms,
we can try to figure out
what Safiyah did to us and why.
Looks like you're not as fast
as you think, buddy boy.
They got you pretty bad back there.
[gasps]
Hey, you all right?
Yeah, eyes on the road.
What's with you?
Nothing.
Can you check in the back real quick?
Is there a white tube back there?
Yeah.
[sighs]
What is this?
You ever hear of a guy called Jack Napier?
[theme music playing]