Gotham

Previously on Gotham...

Jim, meet my daughter, Sofia.

Do you ever think about walking away from it all?

Sometimes.

This drawing depicts a man

being healed by water.

That's Ra's al Ghul.

He wants the knife.

Opening bid will begin at $50,000.

A hundred thousand dollars.

$2 million!

Sold to Mr. Bruce Wayne!

I guess you could say

I'm your number one fan.

What's black and white and red all over?

Zebra with a gaping hole.

I think something is wrong with your brain, Ed.

Gordon, you got a visitor.

- You shouldn't have come back here. - I'm a Falcone.

You came looking for a gangster; that's exactly what you found.

That knife is the key

to everything.

Well, not everything.

Mmm...

Beautiful.

And you bought this at auction?

Supposedly, it was the embalming knife

of the first century Mesopotamian king.

- Balahsi. - Ah.

And what is it that you want of me, Mr. Wayne?

Anything you can tell me, Dr. Winthrop.

I want to know exactly what it is I bought.

Perhaps you should have considered that

before you dropped $2 million on it, shouldn't you?

Leave it with me overnight.

I'm back.

Man, you really need

to clean that room.

My delightful grandson.

I have access

to the very clean historical records room

at Gotham Central Library,

and he uses it for his homework.

Oh, Alex, let me introduce you.

Mr. Bruce Wayne and his guardian,

- Alfred Pennyworth. - What's up?

Whoa.

Where'd that come from?

That cuneiform is definitely pre-Phoenician.

Alex is an avid student

of history, and sometimes assists me.

A word, Master Bruce.

Now, it's all very well

involving that old geezer, but a young man?

Just you remember who's after that knife.

What's so important about it

that Ra's al Ghul wants it so badly? We need to know.

Dr. Winthrop.

Alex.

I have to ask you to keep this matter between us.

Of course.

Yeah. Cool.

I mean...

yes, Mr. Wayne.

I'll check back tomorrow.

Until then.

No!

Come on, Ed, come on.

You can do it.

This has to be...

the perfect... riddle.

No!

Yes.

Yes.

Yes! Yes!

You...

Tomorrow night, Oswald,

is the night you die.

Alex, bring me the Palmerian Codex.

Ah.

Ah.

What is it?

"he who rises from the waters,

whom death shall not touch.

With this sacred blade,

his final savage destiny

shall be fulfilled.

The earth will quake.

Blood will flow.

All tremble...

before the Demon's Head."

What's the Demon's Head?

Not what, my boy. Who.

There is a legend in the time of this knife

of a man who could not die.

Or who died but was reborn.

Have you ever in your reading come across the name,

Ra's al Ghul?

He was a warlord.

But those guys always had stories invented about them.

They're just stories.

My boy, people believe in these stories.

They kill for them.

I think Bruce Wayne has stumbled across

something much more complex than he imagined,

and infinitely more dangerous.

No one should be here.

Here. Take this into my office.

Stay quiet.

Quickly.

Dr. Niles Winthrop. What a pleasure.

Who are you?

Museum's closed.

How did you get past the guard?

My apologies.

But my business is pressing.

Greek vase, second century.

Oh.

This was made by a forger in Marrakesh in the 15th century.

He had some talent, but told the most obscene jokes.

Tell me who you are, or I shall call the police.

I'm looking for a knife

Bruce Wayne brought you earlier today.

I don't know what you mean.

Hmm. The best liar I ever met ran a brothel in Shanghai.

Her quite considerable gift was that you knew

she was lying but didn't care,

you so badly wanted to believe her.

You, Dr. Winthrop, are a terrible liar.

Where's the knife?

Oh, the-the police, they're coming.

I imagine they are.

End of crime, my ass.

Harper? Where's Bullock?

He asked me to fill in.

He took a sabbatical for a few days.

You babysitting me?

Do you need babysitting?

What do we got?

Dr. Niles Winthrop.

Curator of antiquities.

Looks like somebody snapped his neck.

No witnesses, of course.

Fire alarm triggered security.

Maybe the dead guy pulled it right before the...

Yeah, thanks. Anything else?

Yes, actually.

According to Professor Von Dead's logbook,

the last person who visited him...

I'm talking just yesterday afternoon...

Bruce Wayne.

It's all right. Let him in.

Detective Gordon.

What...

What happened?

We were thinking we would ask you the same thing.

You met with Dr. Winthrop just yesterday, correct?

I, um...

I-I bought an old knife at auction.

Dr. Winthrop agreed to examine it for me.

I was coming by

to check on his progress.

- When was he killed? - According to the fire alarm,

just past midnight.

Whoever did it must have slipped past security.

His grandson.

Alex. He's my age, a little bit younger.

- Have you talked to him? - No one's seen any kid.

I'll get on it.

Where's the knife?

Alfred was right... I shouldn't have left it.

Bruce, slow down.

What's this knife?

You think someone would actually kill for it?

Detective Gordon, I'll tell you what you want to know,

but all I ask is that you let me come along.

If this is because of the knife, then I'm responsible.

Bruce, a man is dead.

A child is potentially missing.

This is not time to play detective.

What do you know?

What's so special about this knife?

As far as I know, it's just an old knife. But...

I paid a great deal for it, and there was another bidder,

a very aggressive one.

Barbara Kean.

Right.

Well, Harper will track down the grandson.

I'll deal with Barbara.

You go home.

I'll call you when I need you.

You're here, finally.

I've kept you waiting.

Apologies.

I see my guests have arrived.

Oh, yeah.

Got to say, they don't do much for the vibe of the place.

If you had acquired the knife when I first requested it,

they wouldn't be necessary.

What's so special about this knife, anyway?