- Previously on Gotham... - You can trust me.
We don't work for you
- and we don't work with you. - Your captain
says otherwise.
So, Penguin's guys are gonna beat and torture
their way through the city?
Get off of him.
You better pray
I can clean up your mess on this one, Harvey.
It has to be a trap.
Hey!
Oh, no, Patel.
The Demonz.
They have a chop shop across town.
Let's hit it.
We've got a business to run.
I came here with Grundy.
Make some money to get me smart again.
Hey, I'm looking for the person in charge here.
You're looking at her.
Go get the doc.
Fight!
Grundy fight now?
Yes! Grundy Ed's best friend.
And now...
the most hated man in Gotham:
the Penguin!
I'm so happy to be here.
You love me. I knew you loved me.
You don't love me?
Get out of here.
You don't love me?
You've asked for it.
I'm going to sic my lackeys onto you.
My hoods and the GCPD!
Get 'em, boys.
Get 'em!
You awful Penguin. You awful Penguin.
You've got to do what I want
or they're gonna enter your homes
and terrorize your families.
Get 'em! Get 'em!
You do what I say.
Grundy. Grundy.
- Let's see some blood! - Yeah!
No! You leave me alone, you monster.
- Yeah! - Tear him apart!
Stupid, lame...
Birdbrain!
He'll never learn.
You can't mess with the Narrows!
It is time...
for the main event!
Get him, Grundy!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
A title defense.
No refs.
No rules.
No rules!
Our challenger:
Mr. Murder Face.
Yeah!
And our champeen...
Straight from the Slaughter Swamp,
it's Solomon Grundy.
They really ate it up tonight.
I think they hate Penguin almost as much as I do.
You know what, I may or may not find a cure for you.
At the rate you're going, may not have a chance.
What does that mean?
You don't just have these people laughing.
- You have them ready for a fight. - So?
So? So, what happens
when Penguin hears about all this?
Well, let that bird waddle in here.
I have Grundy. I'm gonna be fine.
And what about them? Your fans?
Not my problem.
Ed, you've put yourself on the front line of something.
- You can't just bail when fighting starts. - Okay, Doctor.
If you would like to stop hiding from your past
and do some leading, you go right ahead.
That's not what I'm here for.
Well, then, case closed.
Neither of us are willing to put our necks out.
Oh!
Hey, Butch.
Yeah! Yeah!
Hey, Butch.
Yeah!
Stop hitting yourself!
Stop hitting yourself.
I love this.
I love it!
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Congratulations, Captain Gordon.
A promotion.
Harvey Bullock is captain of Gotham Central.
Bullock's lost the rank and file, Jim.
The debacle in the Narrows.
Teaming up with Penguin's goons.
Sending cops into the Pyg's trap.
You know, he's...
he's a disgrace.
What does that make you?
Excuse me?
Last time I checked, you signed over
the entire GCPD to Penguin.
Wholesale.
What does he think of this?
Well, perhaps I've earned
that kind of cynicism, Jim,
but I want to assure you,
with hand on heart,
that this has nothing to do with Mr. Cobblepot.
I won't take Harvey's job.
Someone is going to.
And, trust me,
none of our other candidates
share your misgivings about Penguin.
Just take it with you.
When you decide, all you have to do
is sign on the dotted line,
and you'll be the new captain
of Gotham Central.
Nobody steals from the Demonz, Mr. Penguin.
Why do I pony up for a license if some crook
can just swoop in and rip off our swag?
Your swag might as well have been
a lollipop in a baby's hand.
You admit it. She admits it, Mr. Penguin.
Oswald.
What say we resolve this like professionals?
The ladies and I will take out
the rest of these so-called Demonz
and split their goods with you fifty-fifty.
Uncivilized is what these girls are.
Outside the bounds
of a proper criminal society.
What?!
Repeat that for my guests.
Uh, Ed Nygma,
who-who owes his life to Mr. Cobblepot's mercy,
is repaying that generosity by aping his benefactor
in a crude commedia dell'arte.
What?
He is making fun of me
in a clown show
in the Narrows!
Pretty funny.
The Riddler's doing a Penguin act.
That is not his name.
His name is Ed.
Plain, dumb Ed.
And you don't know him,
so you don't get to laugh.
Well...
thank you, Oswald, for...
clearing our account.
Not cleared, Babs.
The debt you owe him,
you now owe me.
Of course. What'll it be?
Seeing as you love a good laugh,
I would like you to go to the Narrows
and see Ed's act for yourself.
Then I would like you
to bundle him up
and bring him back to me by nightfall.
We're not your toadies.
Dear child, what was that you said?
What do we get
if we bring you Nygma?
Very well.
In exchange, I will...
not set every criminal in the city after you.
I will not let them cut out your eyes
and feed 'em to you, along with your ears,
and then your noses, and then your tongues.
That is what you get!
Acceptable?
Yes, Oswald.
That is acceptable.
- Well... - Ladies.
Mr. Penn will put you in contact with my Narrows informant.
If those three do not have Ed in hand promptly,
you will go down there and burn them all to cinders.
What about feeding them their eyes and all that?
Trust me, it's a great idea
but far too messy to be practical.
So, give me the scoop on this Cherry's joint.
It's mainly crazy prize fights.
Chain saw matches and stuff.
But back in the day
we'd settle our beefs in the ring.
Winner takes all.
The code of the Narrows.
Right. Well, I want to get in, grab Ed,
deliver him to his doom,
and then go find a martini.
Okay?
Hello? Earth to Tabby.
Sorry. Thinking about getting my hands on him.
Yeah. As much as I hate doing Penguin's dirty work,
this job is like a little dream come true.
Gonna be Ed's nightmare.
Aren't we worried about him setting a trap, though?
He's a genius.
Well, word is...
Ed lost a step when Penguin put him on ice.
But we should be ready for anything.
You insist on persisting
in this misbehavior,
you leave me no choice
but to scold you.
You've asked for it!
I'm going to sic
my lackeys upon you. Get 'em, boys.
Get 'em.
Grundy! Grundy!
No! No, no, no, no! No!
Butch?
Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!
Butch.
It's Butch. Do you know what this means?
Yeah.
It means you owe me an apology for electrocuting me.
I got to find a way to go talk to him.
Have fun.
Tell him it was nothing personal when I shot him in the head.
Wow.
I have got to know what is up with this outfit.
Grundy!
Grundy! Grundy! Grundy!
Could've sworn we had a job to do here.
- Grundy! Grundy! Grundy! - Yeah, Grundy!
Morning, Harv.
Where have you been?
Ah, sorry. Got stuck in traffic.
What you got there?
It's the Bullethole Club today.
These are the slugs they pulled
from the wounded cops in the Narrows raid.
It was the Pyg that set the trap.
But I was the one who sent those cops in.
Yeah. You did.
But now we got to move on.
And we got to catch the Pyg
before he can hurt somebody else.
Yeah.
Right.
Captain Bullock. Detective.
What's the word, Lucius?
The word is "absence," as in
all of Professor Pyg's crime scenes demonstrate
a marked absence of useful physical evidence.
How is that possible?
He's a loony.
But a crafty one.
We have to dig deeper,
try and get ahead of whatever he's planning.
I'm at your disposal.
Hey, Jim.
Uh, about the Bullethole Club today.
I'd really appreciate it
if you could be there, too.
- It'd just help me a lot... - Of course.
I know you have my back, partner.
Of course, Harv. I got your back.
The Bullethole Club?
Cops shot in the line of duty.
New members joining today.
How's that work?
It's unofficial. Little ceremony at a bar.
Commanding officer hands them the bullet they were shot with.
This batch, cops wounded in Pyg's trap.
And Harvey has to give 'em their bullets?
Yeah. Including the officer he shot.
No wonder he wants a friend there.
Yeah. No wonder.
Leave it to Ed Nygma to find a way to turn his idiocy
into a tool for revenge.
And everything was running so tidily.
Now I have nothing but headaches.
No one appreciates how hard it is to be a crime lord.
I did actually spend my childhood being raised by one.
My very point.
In fact,
I thought we would have lunch together
and talk over the vagaries of this capricious calling.
I'd love to help, but I have to see the caterer
for the orphanage fund-raiser.
Of course.
I can't expect you to be at my beck and call.
You need a different source of relaxation, Oswald.
Um...
You need chickens.
I'm sorry?
Do you remember my father's chickens?
I seem to recall the don's
predilection for poultry.
He understood that life couldn't just be about business.
When his troubles were greatest, he spent time with his birds.
You think I need...
chickens?
An interest outside the business. Give it some thought.
We'll talk about it when I get back.
Chickens.
Chick, chick, chickens.
Loser!
- Wedgie! - Aw!
Aw! That must've hurt!
Grab him! Martin! Squeeze his arm harder!
Boy!
Come here this instant.
What do you think you're doing?
You cannot do things like that.
Your enemies will know it was you.
Grundy! Grundy!
Butch.
You're alive.
Huh?
Oh, Butch.
What happened to you?
Guess who.
Psycho-killer stalker?
Got it in one.
Please.
If you were gonna pop, you'd have done it already.
Whew, that felt good.
Been waiting a long time to do that.
Other cheek?
I'm good, thanks.
So what are you doing down here, Barbara?
This is a low-rent neighborhood for you.
Yeah. If it wasn't for Penguin, you wouldn't catch me dead
- in a place like this. - Oh.
You're working as Penguin's flunky.
That suits you.
Yes, and you seem to be thriving with your current life choices.
We don't all make decisions based on what it can get us.
There are other people in the world.
Wow.
Sexy and self-righteous.
What does Jim think of this new you?
Jim who?
Well, I have to go see a man about a kidnapping. But this...
has been interesting.
Toodles, poodle.
Kidnapping. Oh, crap.
You play a great Penguin, mister.
Yeah. Sure, sure. Thanks, kid.
Oh, crud.
I thought you were supposed to be smart.
Relax, Jim, no one followed me.
I have Oswald wrapped around my finger.
If you have such a good grip on him, explain that.
Why would he want me promoted? What's his plan?
Oswald has nothing to do with this.
The commissioner and the mayor can feel the winds changing,
and they want to be out ahead of it before it blows.
It was you.
You put them up to this.
You must have made a hell of a contribution
to get the mayor to defy Penguin.
No contribution necessary, Jim.
Just the Falcone name and... everything that it implies.
Well, I won't do it.
Not like this.
And not at Harvey's expense.
Harvey is weak.
How much longer do you plan on propping him up?
And how many more cops need to die because of his incompetence?
I need to go.
And you need to stop pretending like you're not taking that job.
I'm not pretending.
So you say, Jim,
but I don't see you rushing to throw that piece of paper
in the trash.
Come see me tonight.
After you take command.
We will celebrate.
Revenge is never as simple as a mere tit for a tat.
Revenge must be specific in nature. Now,
when you imagine revenge against your two juvenile tormentors,
what do you see?
That might be a little overly ambitious.
We must be crafty.
For instance,
friendship can be an especially deadly tactic.
How do you think you might use friendship to drive a wedge
between your two antagonists?
"They're both flunking math."
And you, I imagine, are very good at math?
Excellent.
Tell me more.
Psst.
Hey, Martin!
Thank you.
What's wrong, Martin?
Who did that to you?
Hey.
Why you picking on Martin?
You like that dummy so much, go play with him.
He's not a dummy!
Yes, he is.
Well done.
Feels good, does it not?
Minions are so much better than friends.
"But I'm your..."
The greatest friend I ever had
turned into my worst enemy.
Shun friendship.
You and I...
we're more than friends.
We're conspirators.
Are you not gonna fight back?
Peekaboo.
Well, look at the little go-getter.
Yeah. Well, you and Tabby decided to freak out,
so someone had to be the professional.
Teenagers, Ed.
Don't you love 'em?
Do you remember anything, Butch?
Do you remember anything about us?
Doesn't this mean anything to you?
Ed!
Butch!
Tell zombie Butch to back off.
Grundy kill everyone!
Butch!
Ed is not your friend.
Rip 'em to pieces!
Butch!
All right. Everybody just take it easy.
Selina, what are you doing with these two?
Looking for trouble.
Well, you found plenty of it, trying to take Ed.
Let him go.
You're such a bleeding heart, Lee.
I thought you'd change, but turns out,
just got a new hairdo.
Code of the Narrows.
Let's settle it in the ring.
Champion against champion.
The winner would take Ed.
So your best fighter
against my fighter?
Yeah, let's do that.
Honk-honk. Honk-honk.
You Narrows trash
have been very, very naughty.
You've been hiding someone from me.
Don't listen to him.
He's not my friend.
No, Ed. No one's gonna save you.
Ed. Grundy.
No one can save you. Save me!
Oh, no. Help.
Help. Help. Save me.
Ladies and Grundy fans.
Tonight is a special edition
of fight night.
A good old Narrows grudge match.
Winner takes...
me.
And featuring your champeen
Solomon Grundy...
versus...
Tabby...
the Tigress.
Tabs, I know this was my idea, but...
No, it's okay.
Butch is still in there. I know he is.
He loves me too much to hurt me.
Grundy kill!
Babe, I love your faith,
but I really think you should take this.
No. He won't hurt me.
I'll just choke him out, no problem.
Tabitha and Grundy were lovers
before he got this way.
What if he goes easy on her?
Grundy will win.
Not that it makes a difference, anyway.
What does that mean?
The Penguin wants Ed.
He's gonna get him.
Come on, Butch.
I know you could never forget me.
You're still in there, I know it.
Grundy!
Tabby, come on, Tabs. Come on, get up.
Get up.
Tabby, get up.
No. No, Butch.
No, Butch!
Tabs!
Oh!
Hey, Butch.
Tabby?
Oh!
Butch?
No! No!
- I'll get you one more. - Yeah.
I don't know what to tell you.
Come on, buddy.
You Detective Gordon?
Yeah.
Harvey said as how I should give this to you.
Said you'd know what to do with it.
When was he here?
Uh, a couple hours ago.
Before you all started coming in here.
Thanks.
Get up! Come on!
Come on, Butch. Come on, baby.
Wake up. Come on, Butch.
- Tabitha, we've got to go, now. - Come on, baby.
Ladies, let's amscray.
- Come on. Come on. - I'll come back for you, Butch.
What happened to the code of the Narrows?
Give me up, Bra-Bra.
You're getting out of here empty-handed.
In the name of Penguin, everybody back the hell off.
Well,
look at that... cavalry.
Not so fast.
Boss gave you a deadline.
You missed it.
So what? We got Ed.
We are literally champions here.
What you are is four courses of barbecue.
Crispy skin.
Grundy, wake up.
Grundy!
Get up, big guy, come on.
Grundy kill!
What's the matter, gruesome?
Afraid of fire?
Come on, Bridgit.
Don't do this. You're from the Narrows.
Yeah. And I couldn't be happier to be out.
Penguin's right about this place.
It's a sewer.
Only way to kill the stink
is to burn it.
Hey, Firefly.
You're the only thing that stinks around here.
You know what you've done?
Firefly's Penguin's enforcer.
And who's the one who got Firefly down here, Cherry?
She informed on Ed to Penguin.
What?!
- You're a snitch, Cherry. - Shut up.
You're over. It's done.
Shut up.
This is my club. It's my turf.
You guys just do as you're told like the scum you are.
They're the ones that are the problem.
They work for Penguin.
Oh!
I would like to announce
that we just quit working for Penguin.
Yeah! Do it!
God, they sure love
their cold-blooded murder down here, huh?
Yeah, well, we better split
before they decide they want more.
Hey.
It's okay, big guy.
Fire lady... she can't hurt you.
Ah. Grundy safe.
Where were you, Harvey?
Hey, Jim.
I was just having a...
little drinky-poo.
Why don't you join me?
Not right now.
Come on, Jim. Don't be like that.
Come on, sit down and have a drink with me.
Those cops were waiting for you.
Yeah, to spit in my face.
If that's what they wanted to do,
you owed it to them to be there,
to stand in front of 'em,
look each one in the eye.
If you'd have done that...
maybe you could have gotten their respect.
I don't deserve their respect.
Jim, I shot Officer Patel.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
Stand in front of her and hand her the bullet
that I shot her with, that came from my gun?
That's the job.
Take responsibility for what happens
to your cops... that's the job.
Oh.
So now...
you're telling me what the job is?
Yeah.
Well, today, Jim...
I just couldn't do the job.
So I sent you
because I knew...
you could.
It's not good enough.
Not today.
They needed you there.
Well...
ain't nothing I can do about it now.
You got a pen?
For what?
Harvey Bullock, you are relieved of duty.
As of this moment, I'm assuming the captaincy of Gotham Central.
Well, well.
Look who finally got what he always wanted.
But what I'm wondering is,
what did you have to do to get it?
All I did was my job, same as you.
Nothing in Gotham is free...
Captain Gordon.
You just better hope you can pay up when your bill's due.
And it'll come due.
Huh? Now you try.
Uh...
Ah. You've met Martin, I see.
Shh. He's practicing.
No. It's up.
Upward, Martin, so that way you drive
the blade under the ribs and into the heart.
Oswald?
Entirely theoretically speaking, of course.
Mr. Penn?
Urgent matters, Mr. Cobblepot.
It seems that Ms. Kean and her associates have failed
to retrieve Mr. Nygma.
Did you dispatch Firefly?
I did.
And Ms. Firefly was herself, in turn, disabled.
What?!
There's more.
Yes?!
The mayor,
at his own discretion, has seen fit
to promote Detective Gordon to the rank... of captain.
That is...
That is... quite a lot
to go awry in one day.
Very good, Mr. Cobblepot.
You see, Oswald?
Business is not the end-all of life.
There are other rewards to be had.
Companionship, peace of mind.
Friendship.
Oh, I have to get back to the estate.
I still have so much to do for the fund-raiser.
Will you be joining me later for dinner?
I think not.
Martin needs some more practice.
Okay.
Martin,
remind me.
What did we learn today?
What did we learn about friendship?
Exactly. Sometimes,
if you're not very careful,
friendship can blind you
to what is staring you right in the face.
"Hey, Firefly.
You're the only thing that stinks around here."
I get melodramatic under pressure.
How you feeling, big fella?
- Grundy confused. - Yeah.
Tell me about it.
What's with them?
They're, uh...
They're acknowledging their new leader.
Well, like I said, they love you.
Uh, Lee, I'm supposed to be the stupid one.
You heal their children.
You stitch up their warriors.
You've slain a fire-breathing monster,
and you helped topple the queen.
This is your turf now.
No, no, no, no, no, I am not a leader.
Okay, well, if you don't do it,
somebody else will, probably worse than Cherry.
Where do I start?
I don't know. Just...
make 'em happy, give 'em something to cheer for.
Drinks on the house.
Good move.
Why, Captain Gordon,
you came to celebrate after all.
I'm not here to celebrate.
What's wrong? I made you captain, didn't I?
You made me?
Is that what you think?
Jim.
You can toy with Penguin all you want,
but I am not your puppet.
No, you're not.
You're my partner.
Your partner?
I just stuck a knife in my partner's back.
A mercy killing if you ask me.
Grow up. You wanted
a gangster to help you get rid of Penguin.
This is what that help looks like.
Harvey.... had... to go.
I don't need your help anymore.
I think it's time you left Gotham.
I'm not going anywhere, Jim.
I came to restore the Falcone name,
and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
So, do you want to come in and celebrate... Captain?
Think I'll stay out here where I can breathe.
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