Gotham

Previously on Gotham...

I demand that you arrest

Detective Gordon for the murder of my husband.

You talk of hate and revenge,

but you still love James Gordon.

I hope she knows what a lying cheat you are, Maria.

I had to leave, or they were gonna take me to prison.

You can't run fast with a five-year-old.

I'm your daughter.

First, we take away his mind.

And then when this bird is broken...

Who are you in on this with?!

...you can put him out of his misery.

Guess where Dwight Pollard worked

before the morgue.

Indian Hill.

It's time to get him.

What you call sanity,

it's just a prison in your minds.

'Cause you ain't seen nothing yet!

* Funniest sound I ever heard

Three nines, and joker's wild.

Four of a kind.

Must be my lucky night.

* Word... * Papa oom mow mow *

* Papa oom mow mow *

* Is he serious or is he playin'? *

* Papa oom mow mow

* Is all

Stop or I will fire!

I said stop or I will fire!

* Ooh *

Call for backup.

* Mow mow *

* Papa oom mow mow, papa oom *

* Mow mow *

Call for backup?

*

It's you.

It's really you.

*

So...

So? It seems

after shutting down Indian Hill, the government

just packed everything up and shipped it here.

To a Wayne Enterprises facility.

They sent it back to the same people who were running

Indian Hill and funding Strange to begin with?

Yep.

Do we know how Jerome ended up at Indian Hill?

No, but it makes sense.

Strange was collecting psychopaths, right?

Fish, Galavan. Jerome fit the bill.

The woman that walked out of the morgue,

that was Dwight's trial run.

He's gonna bring back Jerome. Oh, that's great.

That's all this city needs-- Jerome Valeska sucking air with

50 fanatics at his back. Lucius.

If you wanted to bring back someone from one of these,

what would be your next step?

Thawing 'em out. These pods run at 237 degrees

below zero. You'd have to get the body to core temperature

before even attempting reanimation.

I worked on the design of these when I was at Wayne.

Oh, good job. Thanks for helping the bad guys.

How long?

If we're lucky, three hours.

GCPD. You're under arrest.

He needs a hospital.

No.

Appreciate you boys seeing me so late.

Doesn't seem like we had much of a choice, Mr. Clemens, does it?

Please, call me Cole.

You want money.

That bitch, Maria Kyle,

she owes me

200 grand. I heard 100.

Well, you got

to figure gas money coming out here

and, uh...

Well...

...think you can afford it?

And what exactly is the nature

of this debt? Call it

lost income due to a broken contract.

She said she'd do something.

She didn't.

Ergo, she owes me the money I would've made,

plus interest. Or what?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I would never hurt a woman.

However,

I would feel justified in giving the police enough evidence

so that your little girlfriend

could only talk to her mama

every other Thursday through a screen for the next 40 years.

So, you give Maria the money, she gives it

to me...

I'm out of your lives.

Cash, obviously.

He should have been taken to a hospital.

He will be.

I needed to talk to him.

I can do that better here than there.

Bending the rules,

what a surprise.

It's Jerome Valeska we're talking about.

You remember what he's done.

There's always a reason.

He needs to go to a hospital.

Lee...

I know you had Falcone call off Zsasz.

Thank you.

You want to thank me?

When you find Dwight,

you have him bring back Mario from the dead, how 'bout that?

James Gordon.

The James Gordon. Wow.

It's actually you.

So cool I'm meeting you.

You should thank your friends.

They're the ones who left you behind.

Eh, I'd have done the same.

Tell me where he took Jerome.

Why? You can't stop it.

Stop what?

Um...

the night of the awakening.

You mean waking up Jerome?

Jerome is just the first step.

You think we're a small band.

But we are everywhere.

Put out a citywide call,

I want every unit looking for this symbol. Go, now.

We're almost done loading the vans.

How are you doing?

Ding...

dong...

And we are...

...there.

I hope you had a nice sleep.

'Cause we got a busy, busy day ahead. Hmm?

Well, hang on to your hats, folks!

'Cause you ain't seen nothing yet.

"Unsurprisingly, there have already been calls

"for the mayor's resignation.

"The clearly disturbed Mayor Cobblepot

"capped the interview

by announcing, 'To hell with the people of Gotham.'"

What are you doing?

I'm reading.

"Mayor Crumblepot." Clever, huh?

"Neither the man, his chief of staff... Is Ed here?

"Edward Nygma, nor his... Did he come back?

"deputy chief of staff... Did he call?

Tarquin..." somebody,

"were available for comment,

"begging the question,

who is running Gotham?"

I need to find Ed.

You need to fix this situation.

Who cares what people think of the mayor?

The city runs itself.

I'm talking about your other job.

The real one.

You melt down in public, hide out here,

people start to smell blood in the water.

Who?

Tommy Bones.

The Duke.

The East Side gangs are holding,

but south of the Narrows,

the docks, there's chatter.

The king is dead.

Or soon will be. That kind of chatter.

I need Ed, he's the only one...

Listen to me!

Ah! Ed's not here.

I am.

So get up, take a shower,

do that disco vampire thing with your hair.

I will call a meeting

of the heads of the family, you will come,

you will be your old self and the rumors will stop.

Why are you helping me?

Because people think you like me, Ozzie.

And as long as they're scared of you,

I get to keep breathing.

1:00, my place.

Are you sure about this?

Of course.

You saved our lives.

And other reasons.

This is so stupid.

Cole is a weasel.

Just call the cops