Gotham

Previously on Gotham...

My name is Nathaniel Barnes.

I'm your new boss.

Sid Bunderslaw.

I'm the Director of Physical Operations.

I've been expecting you.

Garrett! Pinkney! Josie! Martinez!

Congratulations.

You are now Unit Alpha of the GCPD Strike Force

Time to take down The Penguin.

Mother.

You'll pay for this.

They die, your mother lives.

And I'm gonna need you to take a crack at me also.

And miss, of course.

Get down!

If the bad guys want to stop me running,

well, then I guess I got no choice.

I will run for mayor.

Thank you for the trunk, old friend.

I'll call you when I need you.

I'm glad you call me a friend.

Figure of speech.

But do go on.

I can't help feeling...

wouldn't I be so much more useful to you as a friend?

As a colleague, an ally?

As opposed to the tool you are at present.

Good question.

No.

I would be a much more effective tool for you

if I wasn't so worried about my mother.

If you let her come home,

I would still do your bidding.

Trust me, I know who's boss now.

Lord have mercy.

No need to rub it in.

Yes, sir, we all know who's boss.

What do you think, Tabitha?

I wasn't listening.

You know how I love the big macho type.

Leave him alone.

Yeah, leave me alone.

The answer is no,

old friend.

Off you go.

Stay by the phone.

I wish you wouldn't freak out the help.

I've got a mayoral campaign to run.

I need to know your gonna handle this part of the business.

I get bored.

I hate it when you say that. You have plenty to do.

You still have Mayor James to play with.

He's been here nearly a month.

He's getting old fast.

You got Barbara to hang out with.

Yeah, she's cool, but she sleeps a lot.

And she's kind of crazy.

That's the best part about her.

Galavan?

What the hell is going on?

Mr. Bunderslaw, welcome.

What... what do you want with me?

You are the garbage man for Wayne Enterprises, correct?

Every nasty little thing the company has done,

you know all about it.

No. - Yes,

and you are gonna tell us

everything that you know.

And if I refuse?

Torture.

But that's for later.

Right now, there is something of yours we need to borrow.

Sister, if you don't mind.

Left or right?

Either one.

No...

25 and 25 boxes.

God...!

Anybody who doesn't want to get shot,

raise your hand!

Get down!

A damn rocket launcher?

Welcome to Gotham, Cap.

I can fit my yearly salary in my hands.

Don't get any ideas about that cash, son.

Just bag it up.

Don't worry, sir.

Ideas aren't his strong suit.

Did some rough calculations, sir.

Somewhere around two million dollars here.

It's a strong body blow to Penguin.

He'll feel it.

Sir?

They're asking for their pants.

Read 'em their rights.

Doesn't say squat about pants.

Wait.

Tell 'em the whoever gives up where they got the damn rocket launcher

gets to wear pants.

The rest can go naked, for all I care.

Captain.

A word?

There's a place called the Merc.

Sells most of the heavy weapons in town.

They haven't been hit,

'cause they pay off half the city council.

The Merc, uh?

The city council can suck my tailpipe.

We're gonna hit this Merc tomorrow.

Pinkney, belay that order.

No one gets pants.

We grab him up.

We grab him, and we hurt him

until he tells us where she is, and then we hurt him more.

Okay, is that a good idea?

Do you have a better one?

We could get the sister.

And then what?

He's still out there,

and does he love his sister as much as I love my mother?

I don't think so!

It is a pickle.

Mr. Penguin, sir,

the cops just hit the count house.

They took everything, every dollar.

Did you enjoy giving me that news?!

Butch!

I have an idea.

Hey, you.

Good morning.

How's your day look?

The strike force is going out on another raid.

Strike force.

I hate that name.

Yeah, I'm not wild about it myself,

but Barnes gets things done.

He can call us what he likes.

All right, so you go strike with your force,

then what are we doing tonight?

Sleep. - Uh-uh, it's date night, mister.

With who?

Morning, Ed.

Detective, Ms. Thompkins.

As you may have heard,

I've recently been seeing Miss Kringle.

Kristen.

And she mentioned

that it might be nice to go out with other people along,

so I thought, perhaps, the two of you would enjoy

joining us for dinner tonight.

We can't. - We'd love to.

Sure.

Yeah, yeah, no. Great.

As a matter of fact, I just bought some new fondue pots.

Why don't we do it at my house?

Excellent, excellent.

I'll go tell Kristen.

I know, I know, but it was the decent thing to do.

Fondue?

Have you ever tried it? It's delicious.

It's at your place.

We can't leave.

We're already home.

Trapped. - Don't be mean.

We'll make it fun.

Yes, ma'am.

Detective Gordon?

Good morning.

I wonder if we could, uh, talk alone?

Of course.

Thank you for, uh, giving me some of your valuable time.

Not a problem.

That night at the gala, I...

I just keep going through it.

Me, too.

I've never killed a man before.

Fear... blood...

I relive that moment

over and over.

Do those thoughts ever go away?

No.

But over time, they lose their power.

You did the right thing.

I guess I did.

I'm kind of amazed at myself.

You, doing the right thing, it's what you do

every day.

That's why people speak so highly of you.

You're a symbol to the people of this city--

of hope, of honor.

That's why I'm here.

I would be honored...

if you would consider...

endorsing me for mayor.

Endorsement.

I'm flattered, but, uh,

I'm afraid policemen and politics don't mix.

Maybe not for the cop on the street,

but you're the president of the Policeman's Union.