Gotham

Previously on Gotham...

My forefathers were betrayed, their legacy erased,

and I am here to punish those who wronged us

We have a deal.

We do.

I'll do whatever it takes. I'll train every day.

Yeah, well, you said that before, didn't you?

I'll even go back to school.

I saved your life.

You wanted to do it, too.

You just didn't have the guts.

Selina... I miss you.

This is not what we rehearsed.

I'm so sorry, Jerome.

Enter the hero.

Gentlemen!

Ladies! Others!

Let us discuss the future with a little civility, shall we?

So...

not one of you knows who orchestrated

and/or executed the Arkham breakout?

I find that hard to believe.

I mean, the cops' only lead

is an old blind man, for God's sake.

A blind man!

Then who here is to be trusted?

Because someone knows.

We thought it was you.

Why would I do that?

We've never had it better.

I gave you all of the freedom in the world

and business boomed.

For all of us.

A new generation.

Then that ginger maniac had to spoil everything.

Even now he's dead,

the public is still terrified,

business is in the can and what are we doing?

Fighting among ourselves.

Is this how any of us want to live?

Squabbling, brawling,

running, hiding?

This city belongs to us now.

But kids, that brings responsibilities.

We need to restore confidence in our brand, if you will.

We need discipline and unity, yes?

There will be no more chaos.

No more gang wars.

No more blood in the streets,

scaring decent folk.

From now on, if you want to kill someone,

blackmail, steal or kidnap anyone,

I need to hear about it first.

Understand?

Yeah, got it. - Yeah.

Fine. - Yeah.

Boss, there's somebody...

Bravo.

Quite the King Solomon.

You had them nicely in line.

Who are you?

My brother would very much like to talk to you.

Alone.

Why you looking at me like that?

You don't know me.

Relax, Butch.

He has issues.

Bipolar.

She don't know me, I'm just saying.

Your brother?

Theodore Galavan.

There's a car waiting for you outside.

I'm sick and tired of your holier-than-thou crap, Gordon!

Yeah? Then do some police work.

Last arrest you made was your bookie.

My name is Nathaniel Barnes.

Captain Nathaniel Barnes.

That's right.

I'm your new boss.

Ten-hut!

You.

Clean that up.

You know when this place was built?

Over 100 years ago.

Can you imagine how many perps

have been booked in here since that time?

All the murderers, rapists,

thieves that have been locked up?

They don't make 'em like this anymore--

strong, sturdy.

And yet...

just days ago,

an escaped convict just strolls in here,

into our house-- our house--

and murders your commissioner

and nine of your fellow comrades.

I wasn't even here and I'm ashamed.

Are you all ashamed?

I hope so.

Anyone that's here that's not ashamed,

and angry,

should resign.

Right now.

Some of you are lying to yourselves.

I've got your files here.

I've read them all.

Step forward if you hear your name called.

Pollard.

Guthrie.

Coulson.

Dowler.

Brooks.

Perez.

Hightower.

You aren't ashamed.

You have no shame.

You're not police,

you're low-life criminals.

Bribery,

drug abuse,

extortion, racketeering...

Sons of bitches!

You're all fired!

Drop off your badges

and your guns with the desk sergeant on your way out.

You can do this! We got rights!

Yes, you're right.

You do have rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to an attorney.

Take him.

From now on...

any officer,

detective, rookie or clerk who breaks the law

will not just lose their job,

they will go to jail.

If you turn a blind eye to crime,

I will bust you.

If you fail to help a fellow officer

because of cowardice or apathy,

I will bust you!

What the hell are you still doing here?

Don't make me mad.

Anyone who didn't hear their name called,

get back to work.

I'd like to see you in my office, please.

Well, what do you think about what I said out there?

I agree with every word, sir.

Every word, huh?

You a sycophant, Gordon?

No, sir.

"No, sir."

I've read all your files.

Army, Academy, GCPD.

You're a troublemaker.

A fighter.

Is that an accurate assessment?

Yes, sir.

Good.

You're my second in command.

Starting now, Jim,

we're gonna fix this department

and bring respect for law and order back to this city.

Yes, sir.

We're, uh...

kind of shorthanded.

What, you think I cut too deep?

You could have thrown out 20 more guys and not hit bottom.

Fixing this department's gonna be tough.

Maybe tougher than you think...

sir.

Welcome to my unit,

you sad-ass Army hump.

Tough is what we eat for breakfast.

A jarhead, huh?

Who would've guessed?

Sir.

I hope you just told him he made a huge mistake.

I don't think he did.

Come on, Jim, we've seen his type,

come and go, idealists,

always looking to walk the straight line --

Gotham doesn't have straight lines,

it's got twists and turns and dead ends.

Yeah. But it doesn't have to be that way.

With Mayor James still missing

and the deputy mayor recently murdered,

the need for leadership at City Hall

is of paramount concern to Gotham's citizens.

Today, two more hopeful candidates

have thrown their hats into the ring.

Janice Caulfield is a city councillor

who began her political career as an environmental activist.

Randall Hobbs--

the longest-serving teamster boss in Gotham's history,

is another candidate with a strong base.

In the latest polls, though, a surprise surge for a man

who has not even declared his candidacy--

Theo Galavan.

The dashing billionaire businessman