Gotham

Previously on "Gotham"...

I found this when I was in the city.

Penguin's licenses. Apparently crime is legal now.

I got a license.

I am not giving the city over to Penguin.

I don't care what the commissioner says.

Oswald Cobblepot

keeps your friends safe.

Not the GCPD.

- Is Barbara around? - No.

And she's not coming back.

I want more.

Jonathan Crane's father

created a toxin that makes people

see their greatest fear.

Jonathan, you're going with these men.

Now, you're gonna take your daddy's notebooks

and make as much of that fear juice as I say.

Oh, no.

Gotham Police! You're under arrest!

- Crane? - Jonathan Crane

isn't here anymore.

It's just the Scarecrow.

This is where Merton said they would be.

Let's go, everybody.

Stay sharp.

There's no one here.

They're long gone by now.

This place smells like death.

Reminds me... there's a Thai joint not far away,

if you want to grab something to eat after.

- Very funny. - It's the toxin.

And they made more of it.

Looky here.

An asylum uniform.

1109.

That's Crane's number, right?

He's coming!

Who?

Scarecrow!

*GOTHAM* Season 04 Episode 02 Title: "The Fear Reaper"

Right, thank you very much, Officer.

Alfred, you need to explain this was just a misunderstanding.

Worry not, Master Bruce, we have Wayne Enterprises'

most talented and expensive lawyer on the case.

He'll have you out in a jiffy.

How'd they nick you, anyway?

I fell through the skylight.

These thieves must have triggered an alarm.

The police were so quick to respond. I wasn't expecting that, Alfred.

Yeah, well, you could have broke your bloody neck.

I had them red-handed.

- If I could've only... - Only what?

Only taken on an entire crew twice your size?

Perhaps, yes.

Well, here's something you don't see every day.

Bruce Wayne behind bars.

There's been a terrible mistake, Detective Gordon.

You see, I fell in from the roof into a robbery in progress.

- I wasn't breaking in. - Is that so?

Why were you up on the roof?

I was looking for Selina Kyle.

I see.

Yes. Uh, we will, of course, have our lawyer

post bail, Detective Gordon.

I hardly think that's necessary.

We'll talk more about this, Bruce.

But not tonight.

Thank you, Detective.

Thank you.

Locking 'em up.

Everybody in bed. Everybody in bed.

Covering your dirty footprints, Warden?

It's too late, I'm afraid.

Your dirty deeds have...

stained you.

- How did you get in here? - Come on.

You don't spend three years in this hellish place

without picking up a thing or two.

Jonathan?

That's right.

I'm not the same frightened boy you threw in a cell.

No treatments, no therapy.

Just some ice baths and some...

electric shocks, once in a while.

You know, you could just leave.

I wouldn't tell anyone.

I don't want to leave, Warden.

- Oh! - Now, are you paying attention?!

Yeah.

I cured myself.

You see, I feared the scarecrow.

- And now we are one. - Jonathan...

please, if you'll just...

You're not listening to me, Warden!

Jonathan Crane is no more.

Call me by my true name.

The Scarecrow.

Rough night, Bruce?

Get into a fight?

No, he fell through a skylight.

He was on the rooftops, looking for Selina Kyle.

Bloody teenagers, eh? Ooh.

But your clothes... looks more like

concrete and stone residue, though.

What were you doing before that?

Rock climbing.

- Rock climbing. - Yes, we were rock climbing.

Alfred's been teaching me.

at the rock faces in...

the s-south gardens.

Taken to it like a duck to water, he has.

But we've got to plod on, Mr. Fox.

Of course. Sorry to have kept you.

Be careful on those rocks, Bruce.

It's a dangerous sport.

We will, Mr. Fox. We will.

Did you know my father was a genius?

He wanted to end fear.

For my sake.

Because he loved me.

So, tell me:

what do you fear, Warden?

Something from your...

childhood, maybe?

Face your fears.

Face your fears, and defeat them.

What? No.

Brothers and sisters.

Look at you.

Prisoners,

all of you.

My father would have freed you.

But he was killed.

Murdered by the GCPD.

Men who couldn't understand.

But they will.

For you will be my army.

And those men who killed my father

shall truly know fear.

James Gordon?

James Gordon?

There you are.

Play nice.

No.

I see you've caught one of them.

What about the other fellow?

I have no idea who you're talking about.

Jonathan Crane?

People share with me

because they trust me to get things done.

Unlike you.

So, this boy who created this lethal toxin

which almost killed me... where is he?

Whereabouts unknown, for now.

Why am I not surprised? I mean, really,

the only thing the GCPD knows how to do well is fail.

What is a penguin...

a bird or a mammal?

Bird.

It is a bird.

Like a chicken?

Get a shot of that, will you?

Time and time again, the GCPD expose themselves

for what they truly are:

an outdated, ineffectual and corrupt institution.

How much longer must our citizens

suffer their incompetence?

This, coming from a man who takes money

from criminals in exchange for a license

allowing them to victimize innocent people.

And it is working.

Jim, why can't you see that

I am not here to destroy your beloved GCPD,

but to save it.

And, through that, Gotham.

Your licenses are illegal

and I will arrest anyone I find who is issued one.

So sure your Boy Scout morality

can protect this city, Jim?

How well has that worked in the past?

Should I list the victims

of your antiquated righteousness?

Instead, let me make you a deal.

Find this Jonathan Crane

and lock him up within 24 hours

or admit to me, your subordinates,

and the people of Gotham

that you failed,

and allow me to clean this city up!

Good for you, Jim.

Game on.

What are you doing here?

Have I taught you nothing?

I could've slit your throat before you even saw me.

I found this on the door this morning.

"An Opportunity Awaits."

Someone left this inside last night.

Thank you for coming, ladies.

No way.