Batwoman (2019) s03e06 Episode Script
How Does Your Garden Grow?
1
GIRL: Okay.
Get on her, get on her.
Go, go, go, go! Okay, okay.
Shakes her defender.
Pulls up from way downtown, fires, aaaand Misses.
Aw.
Brick city, baby.
Shut up.
Yo! Come on.
Let's go! Hang on a second.
What the? Oh, hell, no! [GRUNTING.]
Help help me.
[BEES BUZZING.]
Raagggh! Aah! [BUZZING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Oh, my God.
You're standing on the freaking evidence.
Ma'am, this area's off limits.
I'm gonna pretend you didn't just call me ma'am and instead ask you to leave.
This case belongs to City Hall now.
Pack it up, boys.
Freak patrol's on the scene.
Your ambiguous yet far-reaching power supersedes ours.
Miss you, too, Detective.
- All right.
Let's go.
- Take him to the clinic on Bennett, ask for Mary Hamilton.
Who is it now, Montoya pollen boy, Candyman? Tell the Commissioner to prep for all hands on deck.
Things are about to get ugly around here.
The victim is Chris Hayner, tricorner resident found encased in a beehive in Robinson Park.
You think someone went through the trouble of filling a shed with flowers to draw in bees to, what, sting this guy to death? I think the perp literally bloomed the flowers themselves, weaponizing the natural world around them.
What am I missing? Poison Ivy.
More specifically, her new host.
Alice turned over Ivy's vine to me yesterday.
It was dead, meaning it had already infected someone.
I think whoever did this is that someone.
How did you get Poison Ivy's vine? While you were slurping caviar off of Mummy's fine china, some of us were in the field protecting this city.
Mm-hmm.
You just so happened to stumble across a Batman trophy while you were taking a stroll through the park? The cherry blossoms are so gorgeous this time of year.
Trust me.
I already tried to get it out of her.
Why aren't you telling me what you're not telling me? You lost me on the double negative.
Guys, we don't have time for this.
Trust me.
I tried.
Found the vic's phone at the scene.
It's passcode-protected, but I think there's a good chance he had contact with whoever did this to him.
My computer can crack his passcode.
Good.
I told Mary Hamilton to give me a call as soon as our vic wakes up.
Uh, you sent him to Mary Hamilton? She's been overseeing all the river rogue cases.
Is there a problem? No.
No problem at all.
In fact, Mary Hamilton is the perfect person to help us with this case.
Ahem.
I'm gonna go check on the vic's progress.
Because you care about a stranger's life all of a sudden? You're right.
I don't.
Let's you and I go sit in the Batcave together and watch the computer tediously cycle through all the anti-encryption ciphers.
Have fun with Mary.
Will do.
RYAN: Sophie, make yourself at home.
SOPHIE: Sorry.
Hope you don't mind.
Alice spilled cherry soda all over my laptop.
Besides, you have more eyes in this city than I do.
Black Glove's mercenaries stay invisible by doing things the old-fashioned way.
They're off the grid, they're off the cloud.
Surprised they use electricity at all.
Found this surveillance of Jordan's attacker leaving her apartment, but I lost him a block later.
So you're waiting for him to show up on cameras again? Unless your mom miraculously came clean and offered up her rolodex.
I figured when you didn't call last night, confronting her about what these guys did to my sister was a dead end, so it's just you and me and Crispy Joe's wontons.
My mom wasn't responsible for what happened to Jordan.
Heh heh.
And you believe her? You believe her.
And now I need you to believe me.
My mom isn't the monster you think she is.
I think you should drop it.
Ryan, my sister had evidence.
I mean, a drawing of Victor Fries' cryo chamber was faxed directly to your mom's office.
I am not saying she didn't initiate the project.
So you're saying she is involved? I am saying that Jada promised me she had no idea people were going to get hurt.
And that's good enough? 3 of Jordan's friends died because of your mom's involvement with the Freeze Serum.
Jordan is still in recovery.
What happened was horrible.
I am not saying it's okay.
Then why aren't you wondering why, and why does she want it, and why aren't you stopping her? Because it's complicated.
I promise you I will tell you everything when I can.
When you can? Ryan, it's me.
What does she have over you? Let me help.
I can get you out of it.
She doesn't have anything over me.
Then why are you protecting her? Sophie, I just need you to trust me on this.
- Because she's your mom? - It's not that simple.
Oh, really? Because you're making it sound pretty freaking simple.
[HEART MONITOR BEEPING.]
Mmm.
Tell me there's a jar of this somewhere.
Why did Batwoman send you here to torture me? Oh, she didn't.
I volunteered.
Of course you did.
Apparently, this is the work of a Poison Ivy wannabe.
The question is what kind of monster would entomb a man in a swarm of ravenous bees? You know it's bad if it makes me cringe.
Oh.
I have an idea.
Why don't you leave and go find out? That's the thing, steppy.
I think I already know who this disturbed creature is.
You.
I see.
You're having delusions again, and instead of admitting it like a normal person, you're gaslighting me to avoid being vulnerable when I tell you I stopped caring.
Sweet, naive Mary.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Look around.
You've turned your clinic into Jumanji, you're downing water like you just ran the Gotham City marathon, and if you think that that is anything other than a Poison Ivy rash, you should give back that shiny medical degree.
Seriously? Look at me.
I'm Dr.
Mary Hamilton.
Do you actually think I'm capable of hurting anyone, much less doing this? Chris? - Aah! Aah! - Chris? It's okay.
You're safe now.
- Help me! - Hey.
Relax.
Please, please get away from me.
Chris, I'm your doctor.
You're safe now.
I'm taking care of you.
Taking care of me? You did this to me! Ohh.
As I was saying.
LUKE: Okay.
Team meeting in the literal dead of the night.
So why are we here? So you know how we have the Batteam rules and the first rule is holding each other accountable? Yeah.
So So? I'm You're ALICE: Oh, wow! I thought watching Kate come out was torture.
Wait.
You're coming out? MARY: What? No.
Oh.
In a way.
I I'm not coming out because I'm not gay, but that's beside the point.
Mary, my God.
I'm Poison Ivy.
And I know what you all must be thinking.
"Mary, that's impossible because you're so normal and compassionate, so how could you become some plant whispering attempted murderer?" And then I realize I can't even remember where I was earlier today.
It's because I was in some fugue state torturing Chris Hayner, who I don't even know.
I'm I'm sorry.
What?! ALICE: See, the little worker bee in the hive, when he cracked his eyes open, he blamed Queen Mary for turning him into an EpiPen ad.
RYAN: Then he's seeing things.
I mean, his eyes are practically swollen shut.
I mean, he just experienced a major trauma.
Okay.
Then explain my sudden obsession with plants.
LUKE: You're a doctor.
You care for things.
Or my sudden constant, unquenchable thirst.
You're dehydrated.
Mary, you work in the clinic all day and night.
You don't eat or sleep.
You're always putting everyone's needs before your own.
Uh, guys, why were Chris Hayner's last 3 texts to Mary this morning? ALICE: And we're all on the same page.
Well, that was an excruciating process.
You knew Mary was infected by the vine.
That's why you were being so coy in Montoya's office.
I just figured the last thing anyone needed was for Mary to end up on Renee's wall of weird.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING.]
Oh.
Muting the boss.
I'm sure that's gonna end really well.
Montoya doesn't need to know anything about this.
Okay.
I see.
It's fine when we throw Alice in Arkham, but, oh, poor, sweet, innocent Mary, yeah, we should protect her at all costs.
- What are you doing? - What one does when they realize they can control mother freaking earth.
I nearly killed someone, and I don't know why or when this infection is gonna make me transform again, and until we figure it out, I am a threat to everyone [MOUTHS WORDS.]
Not me.
So I'm staying right here.
Well, you can take the girl out of the GCPD.
Looks like you got the same partner.
Sophie Moore.
Only a fellow workaholic would assume I'd be at the office at 2 A.
M.
This is an office? Wouldn't have guessed.
I mean, I thought Detective Montoya was on track to be the next Commissioner.
Now you're sharing a basement with a leaky pipe.
Ouch.
At least I have a job.
I quit the Crows by choice.
Right before Kane's own agents tried to kill him? Real profile in courage.
I'm here to let you return a favor.
Excuse me.
Then please go on.
I'd love to hear what you've done for me other than flash your Crows badge to steal my best cases.
If I weren't willing to babysit Alice, you'd never be able to prove to the Mayor that you're capable of collecting all these Batman weapons, and we both know without Alice none of these cases are getting solved.
Fine.
I'll bite.
What? Someone experimented on my sister with a variant of Victor Fries's Freeze Serum.
I need all the data your taskforce collected on Fries and that serum.
We don't have half of what Batwoman does.
Aren't you pals? Go shine a flashlight in the air.
I would except we're not seeing eye to eye on this.
Drama.
You want me to get two straws? What do you know about the Black Glove Society, specifically him? This guy led the experiments.
Is your sister okay? Do you actually care? If your sister survived what they did to her, then I'd count my lucky stars, and then I'd forget I ever heard of Black Glove.
- Well, what do you know? - Absolutely nothing except that everyone who knows anything about Black Glove usually ends up dead.
Careful, Moore.
There are worse things than ending up like me.
Do you remember meeting him on Twinge? I didn't even know I was on Twinge.
I've never seen this guy before in my life.
Are your eyes green in your profile picture? No.
I think it's just bad lighting.
MARY: Maybe he was stalking me, or maybe he was some date rape guy and I found out about it.
[COMPUTER BEEPS.]
LUKE: Uh, seems like he just wasn't that into you.
Yeah.
According to your DMs, which I merely skimmed for key words, he said you seemed "sweet".
Ohh! Oh.
So you suffocated him in honey.
Clever girl.
Heh.
I think I want to date Poison Ivy Mary.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on.
Rejection? I almost took an innocent man's life.
Okay.
Mary's right.
That's a pretty screwed up reason to nearly drown a guy.
I don't know.
Is it, though? I mean, I've never been accused of being, um, sweet, but, uh, it's basically like saying, you know, "You're pleasant but instantly forgettable".
It's like the beige of compliments, - the swipe left of nice - We get it.
RYAN: You don't really think that's how people see you, right? LUKE: Hey.
Do you remember going to a hardware store this morning? MARY: Should I? LUKE: Well, you bought a flowering pot, fertilizer, and a watering can, and according to your phone's geo data, once you left the store, you went to a vacant lot in burnside.
Please don't tell me I hurt anyone else.
Why didn't you say anything about Mary? I was wondering how this would end up my fault.
You obviously knew something was up.
How'd you figure it out? Uh, the question isn't how I figured it out.
It's how the hell you didn't.
You're her roommate, you have a billion dollars of Battech at your disposal, and your number two is a certifiable genius.
One of you should have noticed.
The fertilizer bag is empty, but the ground's not disturbed.
Nothing was planted.
Why was Mary here? [GASPS.]
Mary Hamilton, you dirty girl.
[COUGHS.]
He's still alive.
Oh.
Well, it's only her first day.
I wonder what this guy did to Mary.
I don't know, but he tried to kill Sophie and me and freeze Sophie's sister.
Somehow, Mary managed to turn one of Black Glove's most dangerous operatives into a, uh, garden turnip.
I'm not sure if that's impressive or just really, really bad.
I don't suppose you have a batshovel in that belt.
Right.
[COUGHS.]
Oh.
Sorry.
How did I track down an elusive black ops organization? Uh, you tracked the P.
O.
box Virgil Getty was using through the company that sold him the cryogenic medical supplies that he used on the Freeze Serum victims.
RYAN: Sophie's been a bloodhound with this guy.
I'm sure she tried that.
Yeah.
Well, Sophie doesn't have an MD after her name.
It looks like Dr.
Hamilton used her title to bypass privacy laws.
ALICE: Violation of medical ethics.
Harley Quinn, here you come.
Perhaps someone should tell Sophie that the guy who tried to burn us alive and freeze her sister to death is hanging from a sewer pipe under Wayne.
No.
We have enough problems without Sophie finding more.
Well, "Moore" is literally her name, and as a victim of Sophie's backhand, I'd say she can handle herself.
I said she stays out of it! MARY: Okay.
Can we get back to me freaking out over the fact that I'm turning into an ubervillain against my will? Why is this happening? LUKE: Poison Ivy's an ecoterrorist.
Neither of your victims had any public record of actively hurting the environment.
RYAN: Yeah, but the batvillain weapons don't necessarily mean the same M.
O.
Liam Crandle didn't have the same agenda as the OG Mad Hatter.
That's a good point.
Um, Chris called you sweet, you dipped him in honey.
Virgil froze Jordan, so you used mother nature to immobilize him.
[SIGHS.]
So maybe the chemical pheromones from the Poison Ivy allow me to communicate with nature while heightening the things that I'm passionate about like justice? ALICE: Well, seeing as that M.
O.
tracks and, uh ahem I killed your mother, I'm really not looking forward to being turned into a cabbage, so we should find out exactly what turns Dr.
Jekyll into Mrs.
Hide my victims under a pot.
Damn it.
What does she want? You, my dear, dead or alive.
RYAN: Making house calls now? Why didn't you tell me you found another Poison Ivy vic? It's 5:00 in the morning.
I figured you were asleep.
I don't sleep, Ryan, especially when someone's out there with Pam's abilities.
- Where's the vic? - In my custody.
Yeah.
Well, I need to talk to him.
I need to know what he saw, what he knows.
He's unconscious at the moment.
When he's talking, I will call you.
Oh.
Just like Chris Hayner? Is that a coincidence or convenience? You wanted to partner with Batwoman, right? Then you need to trust my process.
ALICE: Ryan is flailing.
What did you mean Renee wanted me dead or alive? Oh.
Renee and Poison Pam have a backstory.
What kind of backstory? Oh.
I don't want to be a gossip.
LUKE AND MARY: Spill.
If you insist.
So they met, fell madly in love, kissy, kissy, kissy.
Then Pam fell victim to some evil scientist's experiment.
Obviously Pam's metamorphosis into "little shop of horrors" got in the way of sexy time, which was a big problem for Renee as she was a GCPD detective.
Crisis of the heart, boring, boring, boring.
Ultimately, Renee called Batman, who convinced her to lure the love of her life into his trap.
RENEE: Why would someone infected with Poison Ivy target a Black Glove operative? It doesn't make sense unless he had a personal connection to them.
If I knew, I would tell you.
Would you? Because I'm beginning to feel like you're hiding things from me, Ryan.
Where's the vic? MARY: That's really intense.
So Renee sold out the love of her life to Batman? And he buried her deep underground away from water and sunlight to shrivel up and not die.
Can you imagine going without skin cream for all those years? Imagine what she'd do to someone she barely even knows.
LUKE: Okay.
I think Mary's heard enough.
What? I'm not trying to scare her.
It's just Liam ended up in Arkham, Killer Croc in a cage, and Nora Fries would rather face death over being held captive again.
I just think we are doing ourselves a disservice to deny the predictable outcome of anyone who comes in contact with Batman's trophies.
As a girl who spent over a decade of her life locked in a small room, I just want you to avoid ending up the way they did.
Watching the woman I loved go from this compassionate, selfless person to this thing that could justify killing dozens of people, it broke me, Ryan, and now she's infected someone else, so to pretend like I don't know how this ends and to not do everything in my power to stop it, it wouldn't be fair to me, to the city, or to the Pam I used to know.
So call me when your guy wakes up.
MARY: We need to figure out what my trigger is.
Maybe it's a word or a series of words.
Actually, I'm starting to feel a little funny.
Okay.
Funny how? My vision's a little blurry.
Okay.
Maybe you're dehydrated.
Renee's on my ass.
We don't have a lot of time to figure this out.
ALICE: We could ask Sophie to ask Virgil if he said or did anything that triggered Mary.
Sophie's not with Virgil.
Oh.
Heh heh.
Oops.
What did you do? So Sophie has been a great roommate.
You know, she puts my dishes away, she cleans my clothes with that fabric softener that doesn't irritate my sensitive skin.
Alice, what did you do? Sophie really wanted to interrogate Virgil, and I didn't want to keep secrets from my roomie.
You're an idiot.
You have no idea what you've just done.
So sue me for having guilt for once in my life.
Seriously, just stop talking.
I don't get it.
Why can't Sophie know where Virgil is? I'll be back.
Call me if anything changes here.
LUKE: Where are you going? To stop Sophie from making a huge mistake.
[FOOTSTEPS.]
Hello again.
I know.
You thought you burned me alive, but nope, I lived to do the same to you.
I've got some questions about your employer.
Who hired you to take my sister? Let me rephrase that.
Was it Jada jet? Technically, I was hired by Marla Elliot decades ago.
Elliot.
As in Tommy Elliot? His mother.
Thought Tommy had behavioral problems.
Well, she got that right since he turned into that psycho Hush.
Before that, she formed a group of other parents with bad seed kids, swapped horror stories, discussed treatments, meds, whatever.
Like secret group therapy for rich people to talk about their screwed up kids.
I don't know of any self-help groups that employ a militia.
They're called Black Glove because they don't leave a trace.
Titans of industry spending millions on R&D to fix their kids' brains not great for public image.
Yeah.
Neither is injecting twentysomethings with fatal Freeze Serum.
My clients would agree with you, which is exactly why we clean up after ourselves.
[GROANING.]
My sister nearly died! 3 of her friends did! Why? What does Jada want? - VIRGIL: Fine.
- RYAN: Enough! Seriously? I have to find out from Alice that you found this guy? I said I would tell you everything! - When? - When it's safe.
Safe from what? Safe from what, Ryan? From her? From Jada? Who? I'm sorry.
You want my trust? You're gonna have to earn it because right now it looks like you're taking the side of a woman who sanctioned murder over me, your actual friend! [VIRGIL GROANS, CHAINS RATTLE.]
No, no! He's dead.
Guess you get to keep Mommy's secret a little longer.
LUKE: When Bruce met Pam Isley, she was Poison Ivy 24/7.
MARY: Well, wherever he put her obviously contained her, right? Maybe the key is figuring out how he did that.
Well, this is before my time, but from what he told the press, he put her in a place no one would ever find her.
It doesn't even affect you anymore, does it? What doesn't affect me? Oh.
Being second fiddle to whatever other drama's going on in Ryan's life.
LUKE: Wow.
Uh, you know what's funny? I don't think we actually need you here anymore, Alice, so if you'd like to go sniff your fluff and fold, now would be a great time.
Are neither of you concerned that our leader Batwoman left her bestie infected, vulnerable, terrified to go "help" a woman who literally shares a bedroom wall with a serial killer? - She knows what she's doing.
- Ha ha ha! Oh, I know she knows what she's doing, but do you know what she's doing? Uh-uh.
See, Ryan doesn't care about protecting Sophie from Virgil.
No.
She cares about protecting Virgil from Sophie, specifically his secrets presumably because they're about her mother, the woman whose needs she once again prioritizes over the Batteam.
- Ryan wouldn't do that.
- She already did, Luke, which has me wondering if it's only a matter of time before Ryan waltzes into Renee's office with Mary in batcuffs.
Are you joking? Ryan wouldn't arrest her best friend.
She she's gonna find a way to fix this.
MARY: Hyah! ALICE: Good morning, sunshine.
I was wondering when you'd come out to play.
You figured out sunlight was my trigger.
Well, they don't call me a supervillain for nothing, but Batty will be home soon, so I hope you know what you're doing.
Why are you helping me? Well, why does anyone help anyone? To accrue favors owed, but until I redeem this one, I need you to be careful.
Once you slither out of this Batcave, Renee Montoya's gonna be hunting you down like a gardner with a weed whacker.
RENEE: Montoya.
Oh, hi.
Someone told me to call this number with a possible tip about a Poison Ivy sighting.
Where are you? I'll be right there.
Gotham City Botanical Gardens.
[LEAVES RUSTLE.]
Renee Montoya.
Mary.
You need to get out of here.
It's not safe.
Trust me I'm well aware.
Nowhere around you is safe, Renee.
Who are you? I'm the one who called in the tip.
RYAN: Virgil's dead, Alice.
I hope you're happ Luke? - Luke! - Hey.
Yeah.
I'm okay.
What happened? Did Alice do something with Mary? - Sunlight.
- What? Sunlight is her trigger.
She's not Mary anymore.
RENEE: Where did you get infected? The park, the river? Where was the vine, Mary? It's not a homing pigeon for the brokenhearted, Ray-Ray.
You don't whisper, "Pamela Isley", into the leaves and follow as it slithers its way to her secret burial site.
You know about Pam? Enough to know that she doesn't want you to find her.
Look.
You need to come with me so I can get you help.
Is that what I need? Did you use that soft, gentle tone to lure Poison Pam into captivity? No.
She was out of control.
You're not there yet.
Let's keep it that way.
What do you think she thinks about down there? I mean besides freedom and water and how her veins scrape together like sandpaper? Easy.
Let's not make this ugly.
She thinks about how much she hates you, Renee.
Mary, come with me now, and no one will get hurt.
Or I stay, and only you do.
Mary, please don't do this.
Aah! RYAN: Mary's phone just pinged at the old Gotham Botanical Gardens.
I need to get there.
- Coming with you.
- I thought you said you weren't ready to wear the suit.
Actually, my dad decided that.
I may not be ready to wear the suit, but I'm not ready to lose Mary either.
My dad will understand, and if not, I'm sure I'll hear about it on the way.
Let's get out of here.
[ENGINE REVVING.]
RYAN: I'm reading some sort of energy here.
Yeah.
Definitely picking up one abnormally high thermal presence in these trees.
Do you feel like you're being watched? Tiny bit.
Yellow roses? Yellow roses symbolize friendship.
Mary knows us better than anyone.
She knew we'd track her phone.
You think she wanted us to find her? I think she wanted to draw us out.
[LEAVES RUSTLING.]
- Unh! - Aah! Batwoman to Batwing.
[GRUNTS.]
Batwing, where are you? You good? [GRUNTING.]
Across the dome.
My shoulder's jacked.
She can't be far.
Stay alert.
Hey.
What's up, Dad? No comment from the peanut gallery? I just got my ass blown off my feet, and you got nothing to say, huh? Dad? Dad, you there? MARY: What kind of hero still needs his daddy? East garden.
I found Mary I think.
Please.
You didn't find me.
I found myself, and here I am.
We're gonna find a way to fix this, Mary.
We're gonna help you.
Everyone keeps saying that.
They're gonna help me.
Help me what be less happy, less myself, less alive? This isn't you, and you know it.
You're not hearing me, Luke.
This is exactly me just without the part that does everything you want.
[CHOKING.]
Dad, Dad, help! Help me! [GROANING.]
Your dad's gone, Luke.
I took out your failsafe and the AI that came with it.
I figure Lucius Fox's brain could really open up some doors for me in the future.
That's my dad! You don't need him.
You said it yourself.
You don't have PTSD.
You don't need a team doctor, and you certainly don't need your daddy telling you what you can and can't do, am I right? Well, well, well.
I finally have your full attention.
I've been a crappy friend.
I'm sorry, Mary.
Friend? You never ask me how I am.
You never give me any of your time.
You give more of yourself to a woman who literally gave you away and said she wanted nothing to do with you than you do your own teammate! And that is not friendship.
[AIRPLANE FLYING, SIRENS.]
Okay.
Mary, we need to go now.
Look.
These cops won't care who you are or what happened to you.
They will just lock your ass up for good! - Mary, come with me! - I'm done with team spirit! It's time you heard my voice for once loud and clear.
Mary! Mary! You've been so wrapped up in your own drama, Ryan.
Mary! It's time you got wrapped up in mine for once.
[RYAN GROANS.]
[MOANING.]
All right.
Don't flinch.
[GASPS.]
Let me help.
You called the cops? You knew who we were looking for all along, didn't you? You don't understand.
Mary's our best friend.
No.
You two don't understand! Your best friend is currently the most dangerous person in Gotham, and you just set her loose on this city.
RYAN: You need a hand? I need a Mary.
I thought I could reconnect with my family and handle Bat duties, but I became oblivious to what was going on with Mary.
I don't know what's worse that she felt that way or that we didn't realize it.
She may be infected with Poison Ivy, but that anger was all her.
I don't think an apology's gonna fix this.
Everything she said to me was true.
She tried to tell me about an incident at the park, and I was so distracted with my family drama I didn't even give her the time of day.
This is my fault.
What's the damage? Torn rotator cuff.
I deserve it.
I didn't take her warning about the suit seriously.
Okay.
Well, we're taking her seriously now.
Any word from Alice? Not yet.
Yeah.
I told Sophie to shoot me a text when she gets home.
In the meantime, have every Wayne satellite scanning for her face 24/7 until we find her.
- Okay.
And then what? - It's an infection, right? We'll make a cure.
How do you suppose we do that without our team scientist? I call in a favor.
GALLEAUX: Shedding a snakeskin Healing in the heat of the sun I'm watching RENEE: Better make that two.
Bad day? Not that I ever needed an excuse.
You? Yep.
Oh.
Hope I'm not making it worse.
Believe it or not, Montoya, there are other people I'd rather not be drinking with right now.
GALLEAUX: Again Let the fire burn to the ground That's the nicest thing anyone said to me all day.
GALLEAUX: Breathe the smoke, breathe it in Don't stop until it cleanses my sins I am reborn I am reborn Oh, I am reborn I am reborn Jada, it's Ryan.
I need your help.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Quite well it seems from all the sirens I've been hearing around town.
It's fully electric, steppy.
MARY: Is that supposed to impress me? Uh, yeah.
Considering it was 10 times harder to hotwire.
So you gonna tell me what you did to everyone's favorite cellar dweller at the Mayor's office or what? On the road.
Aw.
There's that patented Dr.
Hamilton bedside manner all warm and chatty.
Get in.
GALLEAUX: I am reborn Oh, I am reborn I am reborn MAN: Greg, move your head!
Get on her, get on her.
Go, go, go, go! Okay, okay.
Shakes her defender.
Pulls up from way downtown, fires, aaaand Misses.
Aw.
Brick city, baby.
Shut up.
Yo! Come on.
Let's go! Hang on a second.
What the? Oh, hell, no! [GRUNTING.]
Help help me.
[BEES BUZZING.]
Raagggh! Aah! [BUZZING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Oh, my God.
You're standing on the freaking evidence.
Ma'am, this area's off limits.
I'm gonna pretend you didn't just call me ma'am and instead ask you to leave.
This case belongs to City Hall now.
Pack it up, boys.
Freak patrol's on the scene.
Your ambiguous yet far-reaching power supersedes ours.
Miss you, too, Detective.
- All right.
Let's go.
- Take him to the clinic on Bennett, ask for Mary Hamilton.
Who is it now, Montoya pollen boy, Candyman? Tell the Commissioner to prep for all hands on deck.
Things are about to get ugly around here.
The victim is Chris Hayner, tricorner resident found encased in a beehive in Robinson Park.
You think someone went through the trouble of filling a shed with flowers to draw in bees to, what, sting this guy to death? I think the perp literally bloomed the flowers themselves, weaponizing the natural world around them.
What am I missing? Poison Ivy.
More specifically, her new host.
Alice turned over Ivy's vine to me yesterday.
It was dead, meaning it had already infected someone.
I think whoever did this is that someone.
How did you get Poison Ivy's vine? While you were slurping caviar off of Mummy's fine china, some of us were in the field protecting this city.
Mm-hmm.
You just so happened to stumble across a Batman trophy while you were taking a stroll through the park? The cherry blossoms are so gorgeous this time of year.
Trust me.
I already tried to get it out of her.
Why aren't you telling me what you're not telling me? You lost me on the double negative.
Guys, we don't have time for this.
Trust me.
I tried.
Found the vic's phone at the scene.
It's passcode-protected, but I think there's a good chance he had contact with whoever did this to him.
My computer can crack his passcode.
Good.
I told Mary Hamilton to give me a call as soon as our vic wakes up.
Uh, you sent him to Mary Hamilton? She's been overseeing all the river rogue cases.
Is there a problem? No.
No problem at all.
In fact, Mary Hamilton is the perfect person to help us with this case.
Ahem.
I'm gonna go check on the vic's progress.
Because you care about a stranger's life all of a sudden? You're right.
I don't.
Let's you and I go sit in the Batcave together and watch the computer tediously cycle through all the anti-encryption ciphers.
Have fun with Mary.
Will do.
RYAN: Sophie, make yourself at home.
SOPHIE: Sorry.
Hope you don't mind.
Alice spilled cherry soda all over my laptop.
Besides, you have more eyes in this city than I do.
Black Glove's mercenaries stay invisible by doing things the old-fashioned way.
They're off the grid, they're off the cloud.
Surprised they use electricity at all.
Found this surveillance of Jordan's attacker leaving her apartment, but I lost him a block later.
So you're waiting for him to show up on cameras again? Unless your mom miraculously came clean and offered up her rolodex.
I figured when you didn't call last night, confronting her about what these guys did to my sister was a dead end, so it's just you and me and Crispy Joe's wontons.
My mom wasn't responsible for what happened to Jordan.
Heh heh.
And you believe her? You believe her.
And now I need you to believe me.
My mom isn't the monster you think she is.
I think you should drop it.
Ryan, my sister had evidence.
I mean, a drawing of Victor Fries' cryo chamber was faxed directly to your mom's office.
I am not saying she didn't initiate the project.
So you're saying she is involved? I am saying that Jada promised me she had no idea people were going to get hurt.
And that's good enough? 3 of Jordan's friends died because of your mom's involvement with the Freeze Serum.
Jordan is still in recovery.
What happened was horrible.
I am not saying it's okay.
Then why aren't you wondering why, and why does she want it, and why aren't you stopping her? Because it's complicated.
I promise you I will tell you everything when I can.
When you can? Ryan, it's me.
What does she have over you? Let me help.
I can get you out of it.
She doesn't have anything over me.
Then why are you protecting her? Sophie, I just need you to trust me on this.
- Because she's your mom? - It's not that simple.
Oh, really? Because you're making it sound pretty freaking simple.
[HEART MONITOR BEEPING.]
Mmm.
Tell me there's a jar of this somewhere.
Why did Batwoman send you here to torture me? Oh, she didn't.
I volunteered.
Of course you did.
Apparently, this is the work of a Poison Ivy wannabe.
The question is what kind of monster would entomb a man in a swarm of ravenous bees? You know it's bad if it makes me cringe.
Oh.
I have an idea.
Why don't you leave and go find out? That's the thing, steppy.
I think I already know who this disturbed creature is.
You.
I see.
You're having delusions again, and instead of admitting it like a normal person, you're gaslighting me to avoid being vulnerable when I tell you I stopped caring.
Sweet, naive Mary.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Look around.
You've turned your clinic into Jumanji, you're downing water like you just ran the Gotham City marathon, and if you think that that is anything other than a Poison Ivy rash, you should give back that shiny medical degree.
Seriously? Look at me.
I'm Dr.
Mary Hamilton.
Do you actually think I'm capable of hurting anyone, much less doing this? Chris? - Aah! Aah! - Chris? It's okay.
You're safe now.
- Help me! - Hey.
Relax.
Please, please get away from me.
Chris, I'm your doctor.
You're safe now.
I'm taking care of you.
Taking care of me? You did this to me! Ohh.
As I was saying.
LUKE: Okay.
Team meeting in the literal dead of the night.
So why are we here? So you know how we have the Batteam rules and the first rule is holding each other accountable? Yeah.
So So? I'm You're ALICE: Oh, wow! I thought watching Kate come out was torture.
Wait.
You're coming out? MARY: What? No.
Oh.
In a way.
I I'm not coming out because I'm not gay, but that's beside the point.
Mary, my God.
I'm Poison Ivy.
And I know what you all must be thinking.
"Mary, that's impossible because you're so normal and compassionate, so how could you become some plant whispering attempted murderer?" And then I realize I can't even remember where I was earlier today.
It's because I was in some fugue state torturing Chris Hayner, who I don't even know.
I'm I'm sorry.
What?! ALICE: See, the little worker bee in the hive, when he cracked his eyes open, he blamed Queen Mary for turning him into an EpiPen ad.
RYAN: Then he's seeing things.
I mean, his eyes are practically swollen shut.
I mean, he just experienced a major trauma.
Okay.
Then explain my sudden obsession with plants.
LUKE: You're a doctor.
You care for things.
Or my sudden constant, unquenchable thirst.
You're dehydrated.
Mary, you work in the clinic all day and night.
You don't eat or sleep.
You're always putting everyone's needs before your own.
Uh, guys, why were Chris Hayner's last 3 texts to Mary this morning? ALICE: And we're all on the same page.
Well, that was an excruciating process.
You knew Mary was infected by the vine.
That's why you were being so coy in Montoya's office.
I just figured the last thing anyone needed was for Mary to end up on Renee's wall of weird.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING.]
Oh.
Muting the boss.
I'm sure that's gonna end really well.
Montoya doesn't need to know anything about this.
Okay.
I see.
It's fine when we throw Alice in Arkham, but, oh, poor, sweet, innocent Mary, yeah, we should protect her at all costs.
- What are you doing? - What one does when they realize they can control mother freaking earth.
I nearly killed someone, and I don't know why or when this infection is gonna make me transform again, and until we figure it out, I am a threat to everyone [MOUTHS WORDS.]
Not me.
So I'm staying right here.
Well, you can take the girl out of the GCPD.
Looks like you got the same partner.
Sophie Moore.
Only a fellow workaholic would assume I'd be at the office at 2 A.
M.
This is an office? Wouldn't have guessed.
I mean, I thought Detective Montoya was on track to be the next Commissioner.
Now you're sharing a basement with a leaky pipe.
Ouch.
At least I have a job.
I quit the Crows by choice.
Right before Kane's own agents tried to kill him? Real profile in courage.
I'm here to let you return a favor.
Excuse me.
Then please go on.
I'd love to hear what you've done for me other than flash your Crows badge to steal my best cases.
If I weren't willing to babysit Alice, you'd never be able to prove to the Mayor that you're capable of collecting all these Batman weapons, and we both know without Alice none of these cases are getting solved.
Fine.
I'll bite.
What? Someone experimented on my sister with a variant of Victor Fries's Freeze Serum.
I need all the data your taskforce collected on Fries and that serum.
We don't have half of what Batwoman does.
Aren't you pals? Go shine a flashlight in the air.
I would except we're not seeing eye to eye on this.
Drama.
You want me to get two straws? What do you know about the Black Glove Society, specifically him? This guy led the experiments.
Is your sister okay? Do you actually care? If your sister survived what they did to her, then I'd count my lucky stars, and then I'd forget I ever heard of Black Glove.
- Well, what do you know? - Absolutely nothing except that everyone who knows anything about Black Glove usually ends up dead.
Careful, Moore.
There are worse things than ending up like me.
Do you remember meeting him on Twinge? I didn't even know I was on Twinge.
I've never seen this guy before in my life.
Are your eyes green in your profile picture? No.
I think it's just bad lighting.
MARY: Maybe he was stalking me, or maybe he was some date rape guy and I found out about it.
[COMPUTER BEEPS.]
LUKE: Uh, seems like he just wasn't that into you.
Yeah.
According to your DMs, which I merely skimmed for key words, he said you seemed "sweet".
Ohh! Oh.
So you suffocated him in honey.
Clever girl.
Heh.
I think I want to date Poison Ivy Mary.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on.
Rejection? I almost took an innocent man's life.
Okay.
Mary's right.
That's a pretty screwed up reason to nearly drown a guy.
I don't know.
Is it, though? I mean, I've never been accused of being, um, sweet, but, uh, it's basically like saying, you know, "You're pleasant but instantly forgettable".
It's like the beige of compliments, - the swipe left of nice - We get it.
RYAN: You don't really think that's how people see you, right? LUKE: Hey.
Do you remember going to a hardware store this morning? MARY: Should I? LUKE: Well, you bought a flowering pot, fertilizer, and a watering can, and according to your phone's geo data, once you left the store, you went to a vacant lot in burnside.
Please don't tell me I hurt anyone else.
Why didn't you say anything about Mary? I was wondering how this would end up my fault.
You obviously knew something was up.
How'd you figure it out? Uh, the question isn't how I figured it out.
It's how the hell you didn't.
You're her roommate, you have a billion dollars of Battech at your disposal, and your number two is a certifiable genius.
One of you should have noticed.
The fertilizer bag is empty, but the ground's not disturbed.
Nothing was planted.
Why was Mary here? [GASPS.]
Mary Hamilton, you dirty girl.
[COUGHS.]
He's still alive.
Oh.
Well, it's only her first day.
I wonder what this guy did to Mary.
I don't know, but he tried to kill Sophie and me and freeze Sophie's sister.
Somehow, Mary managed to turn one of Black Glove's most dangerous operatives into a, uh, garden turnip.
I'm not sure if that's impressive or just really, really bad.
I don't suppose you have a batshovel in that belt.
Right.
[COUGHS.]
Oh.
Sorry.
How did I track down an elusive black ops organization? Uh, you tracked the P.
O.
box Virgil Getty was using through the company that sold him the cryogenic medical supplies that he used on the Freeze Serum victims.
RYAN: Sophie's been a bloodhound with this guy.
I'm sure she tried that.
Yeah.
Well, Sophie doesn't have an MD after her name.
It looks like Dr.
Hamilton used her title to bypass privacy laws.
ALICE: Violation of medical ethics.
Harley Quinn, here you come.
Perhaps someone should tell Sophie that the guy who tried to burn us alive and freeze her sister to death is hanging from a sewer pipe under Wayne.
No.
We have enough problems without Sophie finding more.
Well, "Moore" is literally her name, and as a victim of Sophie's backhand, I'd say she can handle herself.
I said she stays out of it! MARY: Okay.
Can we get back to me freaking out over the fact that I'm turning into an ubervillain against my will? Why is this happening? LUKE: Poison Ivy's an ecoterrorist.
Neither of your victims had any public record of actively hurting the environment.
RYAN: Yeah, but the batvillain weapons don't necessarily mean the same M.
O.
Liam Crandle didn't have the same agenda as the OG Mad Hatter.
That's a good point.
Um, Chris called you sweet, you dipped him in honey.
Virgil froze Jordan, so you used mother nature to immobilize him.
[SIGHS.]
So maybe the chemical pheromones from the Poison Ivy allow me to communicate with nature while heightening the things that I'm passionate about like justice? ALICE: Well, seeing as that M.
O.
tracks and, uh ahem I killed your mother, I'm really not looking forward to being turned into a cabbage, so we should find out exactly what turns Dr.
Jekyll into Mrs.
Hide my victims under a pot.
Damn it.
What does she want? You, my dear, dead or alive.
RYAN: Making house calls now? Why didn't you tell me you found another Poison Ivy vic? It's 5:00 in the morning.
I figured you were asleep.
I don't sleep, Ryan, especially when someone's out there with Pam's abilities.
- Where's the vic? - In my custody.
Yeah.
Well, I need to talk to him.
I need to know what he saw, what he knows.
He's unconscious at the moment.
When he's talking, I will call you.
Oh.
Just like Chris Hayner? Is that a coincidence or convenience? You wanted to partner with Batwoman, right? Then you need to trust my process.
ALICE: Ryan is flailing.
What did you mean Renee wanted me dead or alive? Oh.
Renee and Poison Pam have a backstory.
What kind of backstory? Oh.
I don't want to be a gossip.
LUKE AND MARY: Spill.
If you insist.
So they met, fell madly in love, kissy, kissy, kissy.
Then Pam fell victim to some evil scientist's experiment.
Obviously Pam's metamorphosis into "little shop of horrors" got in the way of sexy time, which was a big problem for Renee as she was a GCPD detective.
Crisis of the heart, boring, boring, boring.
Ultimately, Renee called Batman, who convinced her to lure the love of her life into his trap.
RENEE: Why would someone infected with Poison Ivy target a Black Glove operative? It doesn't make sense unless he had a personal connection to them.
If I knew, I would tell you.
Would you? Because I'm beginning to feel like you're hiding things from me, Ryan.
Where's the vic? MARY: That's really intense.
So Renee sold out the love of her life to Batman? And he buried her deep underground away from water and sunlight to shrivel up and not die.
Can you imagine going without skin cream for all those years? Imagine what she'd do to someone she barely even knows.
LUKE: Okay.
I think Mary's heard enough.
What? I'm not trying to scare her.
It's just Liam ended up in Arkham, Killer Croc in a cage, and Nora Fries would rather face death over being held captive again.
I just think we are doing ourselves a disservice to deny the predictable outcome of anyone who comes in contact with Batman's trophies.
As a girl who spent over a decade of her life locked in a small room, I just want you to avoid ending up the way they did.
Watching the woman I loved go from this compassionate, selfless person to this thing that could justify killing dozens of people, it broke me, Ryan, and now she's infected someone else, so to pretend like I don't know how this ends and to not do everything in my power to stop it, it wouldn't be fair to me, to the city, or to the Pam I used to know.
So call me when your guy wakes up.
MARY: We need to figure out what my trigger is.
Maybe it's a word or a series of words.
Actually, I'm starting to feel a little funny.
Okay.
Funny how? My vision's a little blurry.
Okay.
Maybe you're dehydrated.
Renee's on my ass.
We don't have a lot of time to figure this out.
ALICE: We could ask Sophie to ask Virgil if he said or did anything that triggered Mary.
Sophie's not with Virgil.
Oh.
Heh heh.
Oops.
What did you do? So Sophie has been a great roommate.
You know, she puts my dishes away, she cleans my clothes with that fabric softener that doesn't irritate my sensitive skin.
Alice, what did you do? Sophie really wanted to interrogate Virgil, and I didn't want to keep secrets from my roomie.
You're an idiot.
You have no idea what you've just done.
So sue me for having guilt for once in my life.
Seriously, just stop talking.
I don't get it.
Why can't Sophie know where Virgil is? I'll be back.
Call me if anything changes here.
LUKE: Where are you going? To stop Sophie from making a huge mistake.
[FOOTSTEPS.]
Hello again.
I know.
You thought you burned me alive, but nope, I lived to do the same to you.
I've got some questions about your employer.
Who hired you to take my sister? Let me rephrase that.
Was it Jada jet? Technically, I was hired by Marla Elliot decades ago.
Elliot.
As in Tommy Elliot? His mother.
Thought Tommy had behavioral problems.
Well, she got that right since he turned into that psycho Hush.
Before that, she formed a group of other parents with bad seed kids, swapped horror stories, discussed treatments, meds, whatever.
Like secret group therapy for rich people to talk about their screwed up kids.
I don't know of any self-help groups that employ a militia.
They're called Black Glove because they don't leave a trace.
Titans of industry spending millions on R&D to fix their kids' brains not great for public image.
Yeah.
Neither is injecting twentysomethings with fatal Freeze Serum.
My clients would agree with you, which is exactly why we clean up after ourselves.
[GROANING.]
My sister nearly died! 3 of her friends did! Why? What does Jada want? - VIRGIL: Fine.
- RYAN: Enough! Seriously? I have to find out from Alice that you found this guy? I said I would tell you everything! - When? - When it's safe.
Safe from what? Safe from what, Ryan? From her? From Jada? Who? I'm sorry.
You want my trust? You're gonna have to earn it because right now it looks like you're taking the side of a woman who sanctioned murder over me, your actual friend! [VIRGIL GROANS, CHAINS RATTLE.]
No, no! He's dead.
Guess you get to keep Mommy's secret a little longer.
LUKE: When Bruce met Pam Isley, she was Poison Ivy 24/7.
MARY: Well, wherever he put her obviously contained her, right? Maybe the key is figuring out how he did that.
Well, this is before my time, but from what he told the press, he put her in a place no one would ever find her.
It doesn't even affect you anymore, does it? What doesn't affect me? Oh.
Being second fiddle to whatever other drama's going on in Ryan's life.
LUKE: Wow.
Uh, you know what's funny? I don't think we actually need you here anymore, Alice, so if you'd like to go sniff your fluff and fold, now would be a great time.
Are neither of you concerned that our leader Batwoman left her bestie infected, vulnerable, terrified to go "help" a woman who literally shares a bedroom wall with a serial killer? - She knows what she's doing.
- Ha ha ha! Oh, I know she knows what she's doing, but do you know what she's doing? Uh-uh.
See, Ryan doesn't care about protecting Sophie from Virgil.
No.
She cares about protecting Virgil from Sophie, specifically his secrets presumably because they're about her mother, the woman whose needs she once again prioritizes over the Batteam.
- Ryan wouldn't do that.
- She already did, Luke, which has me wondering if it's only a matter of time before Ryan waltzes into Renee's office with Mary in batcuffs.
Are you joking? Ryan wouldn't arrest her best friend.
She she's gonna find a way to fix this.
MARY: Hyah! ALICE: Good morning, sunshine.
I was wondering when you'd come out to play.
You figured out sunlight was my trigger.
Well, they don't call me a supervillain for nothing, but Batty will be home soon, so I hope you know what you're doing.
Why are you helping me? Well, why does anyone help anyone? To accrue favors owed, but until I redeem this one, I need you to be careful.
Once you slither out of this Batcave, Renee Montoya's gonna be hunting you down like a gardner with a weed whacker.
RENEE: Montoya.
Oh, hi.
Someone told me to call this number with a possible tip about a Poison Ivy sighting.
Where are you? I'll be right there.
Gotham City Botanical Gardens.
[LEAVES RUSTLE.]
Renee Montoya.
Mary.
You need to get out of here.
It's not safe.
Trust me I'm well aware.
Nowhere around you is safe, Renee.
Who are you? I'm the one who called in the tip.
RYAN: Virgil's dead, Alice.
I hope you're happ Luke? - Luke! - Hey.
Yeah.
I'm okay.
What happened? Did Alice do something with Mary? - Sunlight.
- What? Sunlight is her trigger.
She's not Mary anymore.
RENEE: Where did you get infected? The park, the river? Where was the vine, Mary? It's not a homing pigeon for the brokenhearted, Ray-Ray.
You don't whisper, "Pamela Isley", into the leaves and follow as it slithers its way to her secret burial site.
You know about Pam? Enough to know that she doesn't want you to find her.
Look.
You need to come with me so I can get you help.
Is that what I need? Did you use that soft, gentle tone to lure Poison Pam into captivity? No.
She was out of control.
You're not there yet.
Let's keep it that way.
What do you think she thinks about down there? I mean besides freedom and water and how her veins scrape together like sandpaper? Easy.
Let's not make this ugly.
She thinks about how much she hates you, Renee.
Mary, come with me now, and no one will get hurt.
Or I stay, and only you do.
Mary, please don't do this.
Aah! RYAN: Mary's phone just pinged at the old Gotham Botanical Gardens.
I need to get there.
- Coming with you.
- I thought you said you weren't ready to wear the suit.
Actually, my dad decided that.
I may not be ready to wear the suit, but I'm not ready to lose Mary either.
My dad will understand, and if not, I'm sure I'll hear about it on the way.
Let's get out of here.
[ENGINE REVVING.]
RYAN: I'm reading some sort of energy here.
Yeah.
Definitely picking up one abnormally high thermal presence in these trees.
Do you feel like you're being watched? Tiny bit.
Yellow roses? Yellow roses symbolize friendship.
Mary knows us better than anyone.
She knew we'd track her phone.
You think she wanted us to find her? I think she wanted to draw us out.
[LEAVES RUSTLING.]
- Unh! - Aah! Batwoman to Batwing.
[GRUNTS.]
Batwing, where are you? You good? [GRUNTING.]
Across the dome.
My shoulder's jacked.
She can't be far.
Stay alert.
Hey.
What's up, Dad? No comment from the peanut gallery? I just got my ass blown off my feet, and you got nothing to say, huh? Dad? Dad, you there? MARY: What kind of hero still needs his daddy? East garden.
I found Mary I think.
Please.
You didn't find me.
I found myself, and here I am.
We're gonna find a way to fix this, Mary.
We're gonna help you.
Everyone keeps saying that.
They're gonna help me.
Help me what be less happy, less myself, less alive? This isn't you, and you know it.
You're not hearing me, Luke.
This is exactly me just without the part that does everything you want.
[CHOKING.]
Dad, Dad, help! Help me! [GROANING.]
Your dad's gone, Luke.
I took out your failsafe and the AI that came with it.
I figure Lucius Fox's brain could really open up some doors for me in the future.
That's my dad! You don't need him.
You said it yourself.
You don't have PTSD.
You don't need a team doctor, and you certainly don't need your daddy telling you what you can and can't do, am I right? Well, well, well.
I finally have your full attention.
I've been a crappy friend.
I'm sorry, Mary.
Friend? You never ask me how I am.
You never give me any of your time.
You give more of yourself to a woman who literally gave you away and said she wanted nothing to do with you than you do your own teammate! And that is not friendship.
[AIRPLANE FLYING, SIRENS.]
Okay.
Mary, we need to go now.
Look.
These cops won't care who you are or what happened to you.
They will just lock your ass up for good! - Mary, come with me! - I'm done with team spirit! It's time you heard my voice for once loud and clear.
Mary! Mary! You've been so wrapped up in your own drama, Ryan.
Mary! It's time you got wrapped up in mine for once.
[RYAN GROANS.]
[MOANING.]
All right.
Don't flinch.
[GASPS.]
Let me help.
You called the cops? You knew who we were looking for all along, didn't you? You don't understand.
Mary's our best friend.
No.
You two don't understand! Your best friend is currently the most dangerous person in Gotham, and you just set her loose on this city.
RYAN: You need a hand? I need a Mary.
I thought I could reconnect with my family and handle Bat duties, but I became oblivious to what was going on with Mary.
I don't know what's worse that she felt that way or that we didn't realize it.
She may be infected with Poison Ivy, but that anger was all her.
I don't think an apology's gonna fix this.
Everything she said to me was true.
She tried to tell me about an incident at the park, and I was so distracted with my family drama I didn't even give her the time of day.
This is my fault.
What's the damage? Torn rotator cuff.
I deserve it.
I didn't take her warning about the suit seriously.
Okay.
Well, we're taking her seriously now.
Any word from Alice? Not yet.
Yeah.
I told Sophie to shoot me a text when she gets home.
In the meantime, have every Wayne satellite scanning for her face 24/7 until we find her.
- Okay.
And then what? - It's an infection, right? We'll make a cure.
How do you suppose we do that without our team scientist? I call in a favor.
GALLEAUX: Shedding a snakeskin Healing in the heat of the sun I'm watching RENEE: Better make that two.
Bad day? Not that I ever needed an excuse.
You? Yep.
Oh.
Hope I'm not making it worse.
Believe it or not, Montoya, there are other people I'd rather not be drinking with right now.
GALLEAUX: Again Let the fire burn to the ground That's the nicest thing anyone said to me all day.
GALLEAUX: Breathe the smoke, breathe it in Don't stop until it cleanses my sins I am reborn I am reborn Oh, I am reborn I am reborn Jada, it's Ryan.
I need your help.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Quite well it seems from all the sirens I've been hearing around town.
It's fully electric, steppy.
MARY: Is that supposed to impress me? Uh, yeah.
Considering it was 10 times harder to hotwire.
So you gonna tell me what you did to everyone's favorite cellar dweller at the Mayor's office or what? On the road.
Aw.
There's that patented Dr.
Hamilton bedside manner all warm and chatty.
Get in.
GALLEAUX: I am reborn Oh, I am reborn I am reborn MAN: Greg, move your head!