Gotham (2014) s04e20 Episode Script

A Dark Knight: That Old Corpse

1 - Previously on "Gotham" - LEE: What's you record for how many banks you've robbed in one day? You're playing a dangerous game, Lee.
THOMPKINS: My job is to make sure that the people of the Narrows are safe.
I will do everything in my power to ensure that.
GORDON: I'm looking for Ed Nygma.
Five banks were robbed last night.
Why don't you try going after the real criminals? Making money off the backs of the poor.
GORDON: Like Gotham Savings and Loan? - You are a fool! - GORDON: Come out with your hands up! - I expected you might come, Captain.
- There's two of them.
What if he's nuttier than the other one? JEREMIAH: I'm nothing like Jerome.
I'm gonna drive you mad.
But don't worry, all of Gotham will be joining you.
- Hands up! - Bombs away! JEROME: I'm more than a man.
I'm an idea.
And I will live on in the shadows within Gotham's discontent.
(cackling) JEROME: Burn it down, brother.
(cackling) (thunder rumbling) JONGLEUR: Brothers and sisters, let's raise a glass to our fallen leader.
To Jerome! ALL: To Jerome! (gargles, spits) (vehicle approaching) This affair is invitation only.
(bells jingling) (laughter) Well, that's all right.
You're welcome to stay.
But you won't be leaving.
(air horn blaring, crowd gasping and muttering) - (air horn stops) - MAN: Ow! JEROME (over megaphone): Why so sad, bozos? Did you think they could get rid of me so easily? Well, okay, so they did.
I'm dead.
But let's not dwell on negatives.
I have one last party to throw.
- First on the to-do list: - (laughter) dig me up.
- Dig me up! - (excited chatter) JONGLEUR: Come on, clowns! Dig him up! Get Jerome! We're gonna dig you up, Jerome! You hear me? Come on out of there! Come on, dig, dig, dig! What are you gonna do? What can I do? The back door is just down that hallway, right there.
I'm not letting her go, Harvey.
Why not? I'm the only one here, and I'm really good at looking the other way, partner.
Not this time.
BULLOCK: She robbed a dirty bank.
People get away with a lot worse in Gotham every day.
Doesn't make it right.
We got away with worse.
Both of us.
Get out of here.
- What? - I don't need that crap thrown in my face right now.
Get out of here! (door opens) Well, you finally nabbed me, copper.
(sighs) What the hell, Lee? I don't suppose this is where anyone expected our story to end.
So it's ending? Hard to imagine what's left.
I want to help you.
How? Give up Nygma, return the money, and ask the D.
A.
for supervised probation.
I'm not betraying my friend.
They can call you The Doc.
You can rob banks, fight gangsters, but I know you.
You're Lee Thompkins, and all this? This is just a way of helping people.
I understand that.
Who doesn't want to be Robin Hood? But you're still breaking the law.
Jim, you wish you could do what I'm doing.
Helping people without the straitjacket of the law as if the law means anything in Gotham.
If the law has lost its meaning, it's because people like you are turning your back on it.
I am fighting back.
I don't deny anything I've done.
You want to send me to Blackgate? - Go ahead.
- I don't want to send you to Blackgate! That's the last thing I want to do.
Don't you know I wish I could let you walk out that door, turn my head? What's holding you back? Maybe if you let me go, you'd let yourself go, too.
So many things I wish I could change.
Things I've done.
Jim? (knock on door) (door opens) Sorry to stick my face in your business.
Something just came up.
LUCIUS: I've already inspected it for booby traps.
It's clear.
- Well, that's a relief.
- I've taken the liberty of setting up a monitor in your office.
(static crackles, somber organ music playing) BULLOCK: You don't think he might still be alive, do you? What were the autopsy results, Lucius? Dead when he came in.
More dead when he was eviscerated and his brain was sliced up.
Hello, Jimmy! If you're watching this, things must not have gone well for me.
Hmm.
Shucks.
(chuckles) I can only pray I gave as good as I got and left ample carnage in my wake.
But I don't want to fixate on disappointments.
Jimmy, I have one last teensy request for you.
I want you to throw me a wake at the GCPD.
(distorted): Don't worry about the guest list.
I've already sent the invitations.
(cackling) I don't like the sound of that.
(air horn blaring, crowd cheering in distance) (excited chatter) Is everybody ready? (crowd cheering) Lock down everything now.
Everybody, listen up! Lock it down! Lock it down now! (excited clamoring) (horn honking) The Doc's taken care of us.
It's time for us to take care of her! Let's go down there and bust her out of jail.
No one cares about the fate of Lee Thompkins more than me.
Is that understood? Which is exactly why I will not have you bumbling into the GCPD en masse.
So we're gonna let her rot? Leave her in the sweaty palms of Jim Gordon? I would sooner debate you all on teleology versus deontology than leave her with that overgrown Boy Scout.
- Teleo Huh? Geez.
- What? My point exactly.
Look, if I had it my way, Jim Gordon would be off the field of play once and for all, but Lee insists that I employ only nonlethal means.
So, I and my brilliant crack team will liberate Lee Thompkins with surgical precision.
You stay here.
Team, we have everything? - Bicycle pump? Can opener? - Right here.
Primer cord? Pickle jar? Fishing rod? Fabulous.
Okay, you four, you're with me.
You, go where Jim Gordon goes.
He comes under some harm, assist him.
I do not need Lee blaming me if he's killed under friendly fire while I go about my business.
Okay? All right, team.
Follow my plan, and we'll be back here to finish counting this in just a few hours.
Keep it up.
Breaking Lee out's gonna be a piece of cake.
(phone rings) Hello? Wayne Manor.
GORDON: Alfred, it's Gordon.
Where's Bruce? Well, he's meeting with Jeremiah about the energy project.
Something amiss? He's meeting with Jeremiah Valeska? Yes, that's right.
Now you can tell me why you sound so concerned.
Jerome's followers are rampaging outside the station.
Oh, I see.
Are Master Bruce and Jeremiah in any danger? It's hard to say.
But right now, Jeremiah's maze may actually be the safest place for them.
Right.
I shall head there nonetheless.
- Thank you very much.
- (loud thudding) (thudding continues) (crowd clamoring) (yelling) What's the plan? Open up the armory.
Now you're talking.
Guys! (wild cackling, rhythmic grunting) - (guns racking) - BULLOCK: Jim, hey! Hey, Jim! You figure out where we're gonna hit 'em yet? - We're not.
- Say what? You know how Jerome works.
Dead or alive, he uses distractions.
So what, we're gonna just let 'em come in through the front door and party? This wake is just intended to distract us while his followers hit the real target.
Which is? Well, we're never gonna figure that out if we're inside fighting off these maniacs, are we? Look, they come in the front door, right? We fall back, get a few shots off, make it look good.
Meanwhile, the entire precinct sneaks out this old service door as quickly as possible.
I can't believe you're gonna run away from these asses.
Once we're outside, we surround the building, cordon it off.
- And then we trap 'em all inside.
- Correct.
They blow off some steam We hit 'em with tear gas and knock a few heads.
Yeah.
Course, we still have to figure out what the real target is.
Got a plan for that? I do.
It's a little sketchy right now, but Come on.
All right, listen up, people! Here's the plan.
Jeremiah, I didn't think you could get the generator program working so quickly.
You ready for a demonstration? Okay.
You hit that switch there, and the facility will be disconnected from the power grid.
(electricity whirring down) (electricity whirring up) (electricity crackling) Ambient energy.
No cables or wires of any kind.
It's clean and stable.
Harvested from microtremors and air density shifts.
It's It's virtually without costs.
And with the prototypes at Wayne Labs, we could power all of Gotham? You've kept this project a secret, yes? No one outside of Wayne Industries knows it exists.
It's the ones who are closest to you that you have to keep your eye on.
I know better than anyone.
Arkham Asylum sent me Jerome's personal effects.
And amongst them, I found his diary.
It's a catalog of his fantasies and goals.
Every twisted vision he ever had.
Maybe you shouldn't spend so much time reading it.
He was obsessed with torturing and murdering me, James Gordon, and you.
And if he had been just the least bit sane, he would have destroyed us all.
(breath trembles) And Gotham would be in ruin.
Your brother is dead, Jeremiah.
It's time for you to come out of this bunker and join the world.
Yes.
Yes, he's dead.
(closes book) I still have trouble believing it.
(phone vibrating) Who is that? It's just Alfred.
- Yeah? - ALFRED: Oh, Master Bruce, I've got some rather disturbing news.
Jerome Valeska's acolytes are kicking off again.
Yes.
Thank you, Alfred.
I'm on my way.
Lunch plans.
That was a lie.
You're lying to me, Bruce? You're right.
I'm sorry.
It seems some of Jerome's followers are causing trouble.
Oh, my God.
I was right.
No, Jeremiah I was right.
He's not dead.
Bruce, he's not dead.
He's alive, and he's coming after me! (glass shatters in distance) (door creaking) (blows landing, shouting) (glass shattering) (gunshots) Jeremiah, easy.
Easy.
You're not thinking clearly.
Come on, this isn't like you.
Bruce.
Bruce, I need to tell you something.
After Jerome died, he left one last final trap for me.
He sprayed me with his insanity gas.
"Special mixture, just for you, brother," he said.
I can't stop seeing him clawing his way out of his grave, coming for me.
And even though I know it's not real, it feels real.
And I can't control myself.
What if What if I could show you he's dead and buried? How? We go there, to his grave.
- No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Jeremiah, listen to me.
Your brother took away your greatest strength, your mind, and turned it into a trap.
But if you can see the reality, you can be freed from that trap.
You really think that would work? I do.
Then I'll try.
You're a good friend, Bruce.
(clamoring, rhythmic grunting) We're getting you and the other prisoners out of here.
What were you trying to tell me before, Jim? There's a van outside waiting for transfer.
- Don't ignore me.
- I just want to get you safe first.
Come to the Narrows.
- What? - Where you can make a real difference in this city.
You can make up your own rules about how to do it.
(crowd yelling louder) (excited clamoring) (cackling) GORDON: Alvarez, get them out of here.
Go.
(yelling) GORDON: Don't shoot.
Hold your fire.
(chain saw buzzing) There's too many of 'em! Fall back! - Fall back! - (growls) - Fall back! - That's him! He killed Jerome! Gordon! (clamoring continues) OFFICER: Stay together! Stay together! Let's go! Let's go! (growls) (chuckles) Well, look at us.
We caught ourselves Captain James Gordon.
Assassin of Jerome Valeska.
Hi, guys.
Oh, don't try and get chummy with us, Gordon.
We're gonna carve you up.
Yeah.
No, I wasn't talking to you.
I was talking to them.
Hey, man, you like to dance? (electricity crackling, men shouting) Let's, you and me, talk outside.
What do you say? (cell phone vibrating and ringing) (line ringing) (thunder rumbling) - Still no answer.
- Then something's wrong.
We should go.
He was on his way to your office.
He'll wait for us there.
(brush crunching) What was that? (thunder rumbling) We're almost there.
Just a quick look and we'll leave.
Bruce.
Bruce.
I don't know if I can do this.
Just a little further.
(thunder rumbling) Oh, God, no.
His followers must have dug him up.
He's alive.
- I knew it.
I knew it.
- We have to get out of here.
He's alive! Jeremiah! Jeremiah! (gasping) (panting) (grunts) How much longer are these petty aggressions going to continue?! There's nothing petty about my aggression.
So, am I to starve until I guess the source of your resentment? You said, if I joined you, we'd be back on top.
Instead, we're grubbing for Jerome and we got played by Nygma.
You said, if I joined you, you'd find me a cure.
And yet I admit that (chuckles) through no fault of my own, our advancement has not run apace.
"Not run apace"?! We're squatting in Falcone's mansion! We're knocking over liquor stores to pay for groceries! Meanwhile, everyone else is carving up Sofia's territory.
We are lying in wait, building a nest egg, while less deliberate players show us their cards.
If you don't find me Hugo Strange and get me cured, I am going to crush your windpipe - like a beer can.
- Shh! Did you just shush me? Shush! I sense an opportunity here.
NEWS ANCHOR: live to Jennifer Luree.
In a twist that Jerome Valeska himself could have thought of, the GCPD are laying siege to Central Precinct - while Valeska's followers - (laughs) hold a wake for their deceased role model.
- How is that an opportunity? - Confusion is always an opportunity for the clear-headed.
Someone is showing their cards, Butch.
Let's go take a peek.
(growls) (helicopter whirring, crowd murmuring) you may recall what happened here after the Arkham Asylum breakout One to the east, one to the west.
Let's go, let's go.
- Is he talking yet? - BULLOCK: I don't know.
- Let's check.
- JONGLEUR: Long live Jerome! (banging on casket, gasping) All right.
One more time, sunshine.
Did Jerome leave any other instructions? I'll never (screaming) Harvey, Harvey.
Reporters, buddy.
All right, look, this is how it's gonna go.
You're gonna start talking, or I'm gonna stop caring whether you can talk.
You got it? (electricity crackling, Jongleur screaming) JONGLEUR: Ow! Ow! I'll talk! I'll talk.
It's too late, anyways.
They're already dead.
Who? Who's dead? Jeremiah and Bruce Wayne.
(cackles) - You think he's telling the truth? - I'm gonna find out.
They're at Jeremiah's bunker.
You hold down the fort here? JONGLEUR: Long live Jerome! (electricity crackling, Jongleur screaming) (reporters chattering, siren wailing) Trouble, Mr.
Riddler? A complication, yes.
Hostiles take over the station.
Police will have removed the prisoners.
- Where are they? - (vehicle door closes) Oh, yes.
Oh, this might be easier than I expected.
(laughs) The Riddler! We're saved! How did you get out? Uh, through the old service door.
The old service door.
- What do we do now? - Now we improvise.
They're gonna use tear gas in here soon.
I have to get in first.
We need a costume shop.
Quick! Penguin! We're saved! (laughs) That one.
Jerome (groaning weakly) No.
Not the You ever get tired of being wrong? (muffled rock music playing faintly) (muffled laughter) (rock music playing loudly) Jerome is in the house! Jerome is in the house! (excited clamoring, cackling) (whooping) (glass shatters) (heavy door creaking closed) (thunder rumbling) Jeremiah! We need to leave! It's not safe! JEREMIAH: You believe me now? Jerome's alive.
BRUCE: No.
His followers dug him up.
They're sick! They're also dangerous and they might be nearby.
JEREMIAH: How can I trust you if you won't believe me? You can trust me because I'm your friend.
(thunder rumbling) I want you to be my friend, Bruce.
You don't know what it was like living underground all those years.
And then you came along and offered me everything I could dream of.
Because I believe in you, Jeremiah.
We're gonna do great things for Gotham.
We could.
We really could.
I thought we would.
There's no reason to stop thinking that.
All we have to do is get out of here.
First, all we had to do was come to the cemetery.
(thunder rumbling) Now all we have to do is leave? See, that's very confusing to me.
So, tell me again, Bruce why'd you really bring me here? I thought it would help.
I was wrong, but we need to leave.
What the hell are you doing?! You think I didn't know what was happening from the moment you suggested coming here? Jeremiah, what are you talking about? Stop pretending to be my friend! I know what's really happening.
You can fool everyone else but I know you made a switch.
And you can't hide, not even behind that new face of yours.
I know it's you.
I know it's you, Jerome.
Jeremiah, give me the gun.
(gunshot) Turn around, brother.
I said turn around! You killed my friend Bruce.
Now it's time to put you back in your grave.
Walk! (Sustained horn honk) (rock music playing loudly, excited clamoring) MAN: Come on, chug it.
Chug! All the way! Yeah! Wait.
Uh, oh.
(chuckles) (excited clamoring continues) (glass shatters) (rock music continues in distance) Ed.
(door closes) Bruce? Jeremiah? (electricity humming) (sustained tone playing) Just a little bit further, brother, then you'll be back in your grave.
You're stronger than this, Jeremiah.
You know these ideas are just the insanity gas talking.
I won't let your lies fool me any longer! (gasping softly) Wh-What's happening? (static crackles) Hi-ya, Jimbo.
GORDON: Jerome.
Ah, don't bother talking to me.
This is a recorded message.
And, plus I'm still dead.
Just more posthumous fun.
Look, I knew you'd see through all those shenanigans at the station.
I'd given all my fans a script for them to follow.
See? I wanted to bring you here.
Oh.
(cackling) Now do you believe I'm not your brother? Jeremiah, listen to me! Jerome's followers are doing this! Nothing else makes sense.
He sent them instructions to torment you.
A fake.
Yes.
I can see quite clearly where you cut off poor Bruce's face and stitched on your own.
But I am a man of science.
So let's have some evidence, huh? Hmm? JEROME: Oh, don't mind her.
She's just here to make sure there's no talking during the movie.
And trust me, you're gonna want to pay attention so the twist makes sense at the end.
(laughs) (choking) Hold still, brother.
Let's peel off that grotesque facade.
Come on.
(grunts) (gunshot) (choking) (panting) Ecco.
(Jerome choking) (chuckles) I tell ya suicide really takes it out of a guy.
(laughs) (grunting) What is this? Ah.
Jeremiah! Do not let him turn you into him! (groans) Do not let Jerome win this battle.
Jerome beat me? That'll be the day.
- (cackling) - No! No! Long live Jerome! (chanting): Long live Jerome! Long live Jerome! Jerome is victorious at last! (laughing) JEREMIAH: Jerome victorious? (gun clicks) Are you serious? He's dead.
Haven't you been paying attention? Thank God I'm done with that.
I am the one who's victorious.
(static crackles) Jerome is dead.
(distorted): is dead is dead.
Long live love live me.
Long live me.
Look, Bruce.
Like everything Jerome set his mind to, his insanity gas failed.
Other than some mild cosmetic effects, he might as well have sprayed me with water.
You all need to see Jerome for the utter dud that he was, so I donned the mask of madness to show you how feeble that is compared to actual greatness.
Behold, the face of true sanity.
But looks aren't everything.
I have a compendium of Jerome's obsessions and goals, and I will outdo every one of them.
Jerome wanted to turn Gotham into a madhouse.
But to truly build something, you must first tear down what is already there.
JEREMIAH (over TV): I apologize for the deception, Jim.
I needed to ape Jerome in order to persuade his followers to throw that macabre celebration at your police station.
They are a pathetic lot, but not without their uses.
(lock clanks) Ah, sidebar.
That is a self-perpetuating generator.
It can store a phenomenal amount of energy.
I would hate to be within a mile of it if it were to overload.
(electricity pulsing) BRUCE: Jeremiah, the gas worked.
Think about it: you want to carry out Jerome's crazy plan sanely? What could be madder than that? Madder? Let's see.
Ah.
Here, for example.
Jerome wanted to slather you in honey and have you eaten alive by corpse beetles.
(others chuckling) Now, that's mad.
Me, if I want to kill you, I'll just do it.
I'll shoot you in the head.
Simply and sanely.
(whispers): Jeremiah.
But I don't want to kill you.
- (others jeering) - Come on! Are you gonna listen? Or you gonna behave like children? See, I don't want to kill you, because I want to show you how much I've changed things.
How much we've changed things.
'Cause I could not have done any of this without your help.
My help? JEREMIAH: That sound you are hearing (electricity pulsing) that is a very bad sound.
(electricity pulsing faster, louder) One which I'm afraid makes you something of a guinea pig, Jim.
I feel very indebted to you, Bruce.
See those generators that we built with your money, they work even better as bombs.
(watch alarm beeping) Killing you will help secure the loyalty of Jerome's minions, and, well, that is that.
(rapid electrical whirring) Good-bye.
BULLOCK: All right, everybody, listen up! You know what to do! Let's go get our house back! (siren wailing) (explosion in distance) (alarms blaring) (explosion rumbling, birds fluttering) That's one down.
Jim Gordon is dead.
- (others cheering) - No! No! Yes, Bruce.
Sorry, but progress requires sacrifice.
I'm going to stop you.
I really hope you don't try.
I would hate to have to kill you.
In fact, I can honestly say you are my very best friend.
(body thuds, others cheering) PENQUIN: What I want to know with a minimum of fuss, is what you and your cohort were really up to today.
I'll never betray the memory of Jer Shh.
Wouldn't dream of it.
I don't expect you to betray the memory of that old corpse.
I want you to betray whomever it is you are currently following.
Long live Jerome.
He's not talking.
Is that so? You staring at me? Yeah, I get it.
Sometimes I accidentally catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and it scares me, too.
And then I get angry.
The longer I'm like this, the angrier I get.
And right now, the way I see it, you are preventing me from finding a cure.
(grunts) And that makes me very, very angry.
OSWALD: Is your plan to gain his sympathy by reciting your tale of woe? Nah.
Just wanted to see if I could get him to pee his pants a little in terror.
You want me to shove some chicken bones up his nose till he squawks? Yes.
That will do.
(gasps) No.
Let's make this quick.
- No.
No.
- Tilt your head back.
- Here comes the wishbone train! - No.
No, no, wait! - (screaming) - (imitating train whistle) (nose squeaks) THOMPKINS: Smartest man in Gotham.
And you let your heart do the thinking.
Wake up, Ed.
Ow.
Were you awake the whole time? - Maybe.
- (chuckles) Smartest man in Gotham, huh? All right, get up.
Up, up, up, up.
There are better things to aspire to, you know.
I'm aspiring to them very much.
Just be yourself.
The guy who can let go of the past and change.
I like that guy.
All right, now, how are we gonna get past these psychos? I'm assuming you brought one of those for me? Oh.
Now, I would be into that, but they only had one.
Instead the cavalry should be coming very soon.
Great.
("Rockers" by U.
K.
Subs playing) - Dolly rockers dressed to kill - (canisters hissing) (crowd shouting) (coughing) (gasping) Round 'em up! (crowd clamoring) OFFICER: Move, move, move! Let's go, let's go.
Okay.
Don't just wrap me around your finger, Lee.
Come on.
Let's run.
MAN: Where's my phone call? (grunts) That's for taking a leak on my desk.
What a mess.
You know, it's funny, it kind of reminds me of my first apartment in Crown Point.
How long ago was that? I still live there.
LUCIUS: Harvey.
I found the epicenter of that explosion.
It's Jeremiah's bunker.
That's where Jim was goingtor B.
JEREMIAH: Good evening, gentlemen.
Hey there, Mr.
Valeska.
You alone, or you got Mr.
Wayne with you? No Mr.
Wayne.
But I'm not alone.
What the hell?! (scanner beeps) Look at these.
The gifts of true friendship.
Let's load them on the trucks.
It's time to give Gotham City its new face.
(electricity pulsing)