Tell me this never has to end.
All things wither, Bruce, but if we're lucky...
Not for a long time.
Aren't you forgetting something?
Again?
I can't resist you.
No man can.
You've been a good boy.
The foundation was such a burden to you,
to us...
Just like the rest of the company.
You know what you have to do so we can be together.
Mr. Wayne, I think you've overfed your philodendron.
Stop!
This isn't you, Bruce. She's controlling you somehow.
Oh, hell. Sorry!
Oh.
How did you know?
Well, you haven't exactly been discreet.
Appearing with Ivy in public and signing assets over to the Roman.
I'll wake the lawyers, sir.
Police will be here any minute.
Tell them everything you remember and then get to bed.
You look awful.
I told you, I don't want a partner.
You sure wanted one these past three months.
Three months?
It took a while to catch the jolly green jezebel with her guard down.
- And holiday? - Still at large.
Gilda, I'm sorry. We'll make the late movie.
I'm looking forward to it.
I think I'd like to go home.
Why? We can...
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Jesus!
Harvey...
You were right.
Chong's been supplying holiday with his guns.
You should have listened to me, Jim, moved on this guy sooner.
We might have learned something.
The holiday killer's covering his tracks.
Mother's day.
This one snuck up on us.
Sure did.
Where's our friend?
Who helped you escape?
Give me a name or I'll...
It was my mother.
That's who helped me.
I strangled the old witch years ago,
but I think she still watches over handsome little jonny.
Happy mother's day.
Party time.
Mother.
Through here.
Sweetheart, I don't know if this is the...
Take what you want.
Don't hurt us.
Is he okay?
I don't care. Let's go.
Bruce, what are you doing?
Mother?
We have to get you home.
Bruce!
Where is she, Alfred?
- She? - My mother.
I was with my mother.
Up we go.
Gotham police are searching for two inmates
that escaped from arkham asylum last night.
One of them, Dr. Jonathan crane, aka the scarecrow...
Stole one of arkham's horses from the grounds.
He's considered extremely dangerous.
Anyone with knowledge of his whereabouts
needs to call the Gotham pd hotline right away.
Again, he's considered highly dangerous...
Wait.
I packed your lunch.
Thanks. I gotta go.
I've come to see my father.
It's a tie.
And, yes, my parole officer knows I'm here.
Sofia, my little girl.
Heat give you any trouble downstairs?
There's more cops here than I ever saw in ten years on the inside.
"Holiday detail." For my protection, or so they tell me.
- Listen, I'm very busy, so... - That's why I need to talk to you.
Papa, I want to be in the room.
Sofia, we have already discussed...
I executed the crane escape like you ordered.
And this foolish war with sal maroni,
- I think... - Basta!
Things... are strained.
Half our top earners have been taken out by either holiday or maroni.
We had a chance with Wayne,
but now that he's out, we have to restructure.
That is exactly why you need me.
I do not.
Sofia, if I bring you in now,
our new earners will think I am lining up a successor.
And that will make me look old... And weak.
You are neither.
Nevertheless.
Good. End of discussion.
Big, flashy. A dress, a car.
I don't care. Just make sure everybody sees it.
Happy father's day, papa.
Awful business at first Gotham.
How do you know it was the scarecrow?
Crane recently fled arkham.
Gases all of his victims with a fear-inducing neurotoxin, so...
Yeah, you can't really miss him.
Look, so, Mr. Wayne...
Uh, it's Bruce.
Can I get you anything? Alfred makes a terrific Mai Tai.
It's 8:30 in the...
No. No, thank you.
We have some questions about new year's Eve.
The night Alberto Falcone was murdered.
Harvey here was updating the files,
and it seems that you were the only passenger on that yacht
who didn't give us a statement.
Afraid I'm not much help.
I left the party before all the commotion in a dinghy.
You probably noticed it was missing.
Of course, I'd have given you a statement anyway,
except that it would have been a matter of public record
and could place my name
next to that of the young lady I went to meet.
I don't think her husband likes me very much.
That's very convenient.
Well, not for her husband.
Here's what I'm trying to understand.
You recently signed over significant areas of your business
to carmine Falcone.
That's all been reversed.
Was your father drugged and manipulated
when he went into business with the Roman?
You know everything that monster is today
was born of the legitimacy handed him by the name Wayne...
Harvey.
It's all right.
Yes, my father built hospitals with Falcone.
But the only influence he was under
was an overwhelming desire to save innocent lives.
And how many other innocent lives did he end up trading for it?
Two... that I know of.
Please help my son.
I have nowhere else to go.
This way. Over here.
Onto the desk.
Looks like four... No, five bullet wounds to the chest.
You shouldn't have come here. Your son needs to be in a hospital.
Where Luigi maroni could find him and finish the job?
No, Dr. Wayne, please.
Carmine is my only son.
I'll do what I can.
- Alfred, get my bag. - Right away, sir.
He's stable, but I don't want to move him yet.
Grazie. I can never repay you.
He isn't out of the woods.
Come on, we have to let him rest.
You shouldn't be here.
It's okay.
Do you know who my father is?
The Roman?
Smart kid.
So you know who I'm going to be?
The Roman.
Very smart.
You remind me of my boy.
Your pop saved my life.
I guess that makes us family.
It fell out of your pocket.
My insurance policy.
There's a lot of bad people out there.
Criminals.
And everybody knows criminals are superstitious.
Sometimes all it takes to get out of a bad situation
is a good flip of the coin.
It didn't work for you tonight?
Yeah.
Still, two heads are better than one.
No?
Keep it, kid.
All we get is all we take.
I was eight when Dr. Thomas Wayne pulled Luigi maroni's bullets
out of Falcone's chest.
My father was dead by a mobster's hand within a year.
Any connection between my family and the Roman died then, too.
Thank you for stopping by. If there's nothing else...
Gentlemen, these are the names and addresses for those who can account
for master Wayne's whereabouts on the night in question.
A lot of names on here. Must have been quite a night.
Yes, well, a man was murdered.
Let us hope your respective offices can deliver for him
the justice still denied Thomas and Martha Wayne.
What happened to them was a tragedy.
And all the more reason why your boss should stay away from men like Falcone.
Will there ever be a time when the sins of fathers
don't fall to their sons for redemption?
Good day.
They're going to be watching my every move today
to confirm that I'm not the killer.
Then you'll be staying in?
No, just pay off some more alibis.
I have to go to work.
Sit tight.
If he knew about us, it would kill him.
I'll be right here, love.
Your favorite cannolis.
Cannoli. Cannolo for one, cannoli for a box.
Your Italian is sterco.
I know, papa. I'm sorry.
You bring cannoli on father's day, I forgive.
Sit.
So...
This war with Falcone, it's killing us, pop.
Carmine thinks we've got something to do with this holiday jerk.
Sciocchezze.
Carmine's paranoia is not to do with holiday
but with the new da.
Unless these two are one and the same.
Dent's a crusader
but I can't see him getting his hands dirty.
More likely the bat.
You want advice?
Win or lose, the only thing that ends war is peace.
Make peace with carmine?
Papa...
I don't know.
I don't...
Papa!
Sall
I heard a gunshot.
Are you okay?
What happened?
Strange place to do business.
Guessing it's the last spot the pigs leave you alone these days.
Working late?
How the hell did you get through security?
You were with him, right?
I needed to put an end to the stupid war with the falcones.
My father's last words to me were that I should make peace with my enemy.
At first I thought he meant carmine...
But Luigi maroni would have never wanted that.
There's only one other thing he could have meant, so...
I'm here to make peace with the law. Cut a deal.
You want Falcone and I got plenty on him.
Enough to put him away for good.
In exchange for...
Dropping all outstanding warrants against me and my men.
You want Falcone?
That's the deal. Take it or leave it.
Tell you what, heads, I'll take it.
I expected a low turnout after the new year's fiasco.
- But this is really pathetic. - Fine by me.
The more people stay home, the easier my job gets.
Speaking of jobs getting easier, is it true you got maroni?
It's not a done deal.
My office is working out the details now.
But if old sal tells a judge what he's told me...
Let's just say today's a good day for the Roman
to celebrate what's left of his freedom.
Speak of the devil.
I'm surprised to find you outdoors on a holiday.
- Dent. - Falcone.
Actually, I was speaking to your wife... Mrs. dent.
Don't touch her.
I never took you for a patriot, carmine.
I wouldn't miss fireworks like this for all the world.
Good evening, Mrs. dent, captain.
Evening.
I tell you, harv, if I could,
I'd have every cop in the city here tonight.
See you on the other side.
Utter inanity proved his insanity
while he rattled a couple of bones.
I've been thinking about it and maybe you're right.
Uh, about what?
Having kids.
Stay down.
Get to Gordon. I'll be back.
Harvey, no. Harvey!
Get out of here.
Not till I know why this scumbag is trying to kill me.
If I was trying to kill you, you'd be dead already.
Then what are you...
That's enough.
Someone's trying to provoke you, dent.
Into doing what?
Good question...
Get up.
Were walking close at hand.
They wept like anything to see such quantities of sand.
'If seven maids with seven mops swept it for half a year,
do you suppose, ' the walrus said, 'that they could get it clear?"
I doubt it.
There.
That's the drop.
As for the bat,
delivering him wasn't part of the deal.
So we can do whatever we want with him.
What fun.
Twinkle, twinkle little bat.
How I wonder what you're...
Your business with the Roman ends tonight.
No.
Poor little thing.
Such a tiny little thing.
No.
- Down here. - What do you got?
Run!
Motive means opportunity.
Dent. All right, let me be clear.
This freak is done terrorizing my family. Done!
You expect us to believe that a respected public servant...
I don't know why you watch that garbage.
Is it true?
You believe this bs? Is that why you want a divorce?
I never said that.
I have been talking about therapy.
Maybe divorce isn't so bad, now that you can't go back to him.
Ungrateful bitch.
I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that.
I'm going to be late for court.
You left the basement door open again.
I haven't been in the basement today.
Mr. dent?
Mr. dent, are you ready to proceed?
Uh, yes. Yes, your honor. Thank you.
Murderer.
What?
I asked if you're ready, Mr. dent.
Yes, of course.
Mr. maroni, you have confessed to 19 counts...
Confess.
What the hell is he...
He's here, captain. The roof.
Mr. district attorney, we are all waiting.
Uh, yes, yes. Sorry, your honor.
Rooftop really necessary?
I thought you'd want privacy.
Harvey's starting to lose it down there.
I think all this holiday speculation in the press is finally getting to...
Privacy?
Why?
Where'd you find them?
You're not going to like it.
Uh, yeah. I hit Frankie gazzo and his brother Lenny.
Tossed their bodies in the Gotham river.
Lots of wise guys you're looking for are in there.
Maybe that's why I got an ulcer. You know, from drinking the water.
And didn't you commit these murders and felonies
under direct orders from carmine "the Roman" Falcone?
Felonies? Nah, guy's a Saint.
- Now. - Now.
You okay, dent?
What is it, heartburn?
Happy to share.
Now, Mr. maroni, may I remind you that your immunity
is contingent upon your truthful testimony during these proceedings.
And I told you the truth. Falcone is clean as a whistle.
Sal, what are you doing?
What I'm told.
Okay.
Um, your honor, in light of the witness's...
Double cross!
Change of heart, I need to request a continuance.
Continuance? Uh, what is that? Like, uh, a holiday?
- What? - Holiday.
You know, like father's day.
Luigi maroni sends his regards.
Go.
Bailiff, detain the witness!
You're dead, holiday!
You hear me, dent? That stuff will eat through concrete!
- Harvey! - My god.
Call an ambulance!
/diots.
They think it's you.
Who are you?
You know who I am.
No, I...
You sound tired.
Why not let me take the wheel?
I don't know what's happening.
I'm sorry no one told you, harv.
Told me what?
You're dead.
I have to take this.
Yeanh.
Now?
No, it's the perfect time.
The doctor says he'll be fine in a few days. Don't worry.
Oh, my god!
He's gone.
Secure the exits. He couldn't have gotten far. Let's go!
Well, where is...
Let me guess. You're not coming after all.
Afraid not.
Yeah. You're not really one to get your hands dirty.
You know nothing about me.
I know you're a liar, a thief, a murderer.
A father.
- A coward. - Goodbye, dent.
Fine.
He wants to talk to you.
Come on.
Come on!
Really?
It's not personal. It's business.
Happy birthday, papal!
All right, here we go.
What a wonderful night. Thank you.
This year has been a trying one.
And while we have yet to fully dismantle
the vicious machine the law has set against us,
you might say we put a dent in it.
To Sofia Falcone, for brokering the peace with maroni.
Mille grazie.
And my beautiful sister, Carla.
Where is she?
Carla?
Probably more TV interviews.
Now, now. Those interviews helped.
I think she's got a future.
Sorry to startle you.
Shouldn't you be looking for Harvey?
I'm narrowing down his location by interviewing known associates.
Known associ... oh...
Well, you're wasting your time.
The man's a mystery. Or so it would seem.
Did you notice any recent changes in his behavior?
Mood swings?
Is that so strange when you deal with people
like Falcone every day?
Harvey never mentioned he went to Oxford.
Is it important?
Maybe.
This doesn't feel like just a job for you.
It's personal. Why?
He's my friend, and he needs help.
Dinner time already?
"Solomon grundy,
born on a Monday..."
"Christened on a Tuesday, married on a Wednesday,
I'll on Thursday, worse on Friday,
died on Saturday."
"Buried on Sunday."
That was the end.
"Born on a Monday."
Reborn, resurrected.
On a Monday.
Is that what happened to you?
Did you die and come back?
Can a man live two lives?
Born on a Monday.
Thirty days hath September.
But today's the one that troubles you the most.
Where is he?
It's been months.
I've missed you.
The da who was attacked and maimed before vanishing from the hospital.
Hmm, he does that.
Later that night, Carla viti,
who'd publicly accused dent of being holiday,
was killed on her way to her brother's birthday party.
I know. Wasn't that terrible?
I think she was right.
Of course you do.
It seems everyone who comes after dent winds up dead.
We need to find Harvey before he kills again.
What do you know?
Gordon and his men have been here day after day asking the same thing.
I'll tell you what I told the captain.
Let me walk out of here and I'll stop the killing.
We're done.
It's labor day.
And, if the pattern holds,
I believe you have something holiday wants.
Head north on atwell.
- Sir, the penitentiary is south... - I know where it is.
This is the longest goddamn prisoner transfer I've ever seen.
Guess you guys just can't get enough of me.
Dent!
You're alive?
He's no longer running this operation.
All right.
That's enough.
Relax, Jim, I'm not here to kill maroni.
I'm here to thank him for giving me a new... outlook.
Oh, my god.
Harvey...
I have to tell you, jimbo, your gun has come in handy.
I know it was meant for Harvey, but possession is nine-tenths.
If you're not Harvey, then, who are you?
Holiday?
We found the guns in your basement.
You found the guns in my basement?
Of course.
We know everything.
We just wanna take you to get help.
I think Thomas Wayne was onto something.
You can't beat 'em, jimbo, not your way.
Join 'em first.
Then beat 'em on their own terms.
Heads, you die.
It is up to you, Harvey.
You and I know that both sides of that coin are heads.
How the hell could you...
Oh, nice outfit, bats.
I suppose this little trap was your idea.
Drop the gun, now!
Nol
Come on, grundy, move your ass.
I think we're back to square one.
Ah, you're up early.
Hmm?
Oh, no, I just got in.
Of course. Then I suppose it's off to bed with you.
- Is there something I can help... - How did it happen, Alfred?
Were they forced into business with the falcones?
Or were they so set on building a legacy that they'd work with the devil himself?
Your parents believed that there are two ways to look at everything...
And everyone.
Only two?
They were young.
Two exceptionally good people living in an exceptionally bad place,
trying to make it better.
But Falcone?
Didn't they know that by legitimizing him,
they were helping to make a monster?
They made difficult choices and more than a few mistakes.
But they were willing to pay for them.
I've always told myself that I'm doing what I do to honor them.
What does it mean if deep down, I'm really doing it to redeem them?
I think it means your parents would be proud...
Of their real legacy.
This is absurd.
Sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am, but it's Halloween.
Mr. dent is still at large.
And captain Gordon ordered us to be here.
So you're stuck with us.
You've blocked in my car.
We're more than happy to drive you anywhere you need to go.
Though you'll be making our jobs a lot easier if you remain indoors.
There's no way to know where or when your husband will show up.
My husband is dead.
I'm sorry, ma'am, but that's not true.
Yes, it is.
Wake up, Julian.
You know what today is.
It's all hallows' Eve...
The 31st day of the tenth month...
And the 305th of this miserable leap year.
And?
Taco Tuesday.
Muy bueno.
“What the hell?
Trick or treat.
Attacking us like that out in the open...
It didn't fit the profile.
So it was a hired gun.
We see dent and holiday in the same place at the same time,
and, just like that, the da's got himself an alibi.
Did Harvey study at Oxford?
Like Falcone's boy?
I see where you're going but don't let Harvey hear you say it.
He's a Gotham u man.
A dyed-in-the-wool nighthawk.
Don't get hung up on it.
Not every lead checks out.
And we already have what we need to make our case.
It's hard to believe the man who stood on this roof
and made that promise, that bond with each of us,
would cross the line.
Can you honestly say that man
and the one we met in the alley were the same?
There are deep scars there...
And I'm not talking about his face.
If you think we're wrong, find the evidence.
But, for now, the best way to save lives,
including Harvey's, is to bring him in.
Do you know what my people call this past year?
The long Halloween.
My nephew,
my son, my sister,
half my men.
Why?
Why would dent kill your son?
I wish I had the chance to be a better father to my boy.
We will never see each other again.
I am so...
So sorry.
There is a rule among my kind.
We leave the wives out of it.
But dent does not play by our rules.
And when that happens, people die.
Whose wives?
I guess justice really is blind.
Papa.
Everything is fine, Sofia. I just... stumbled.
That wasn't necessary.
Maybe not.
Are you going to tell me why you're so obsessed with them?
I never thanked you for finding me and getting me home that night.
You thought I was your mother.
Scarecrow's fear toxin.
Where you found me is where I lost her.
I don't even know my mother's name.
But I think there's someone who can tell me.
Your father.
Are you sure?
When the time comes, I'm not sure I'll have it in me to ask.
Is there even such a thing as a normal family in this city?
Maybe not...
For people like us.
What the hell is that?
Oh, shit!
All units, 10-33 at the corner of 6th and Mason.
All available units respond.
No, captain said we don't leave for anything, not tonight.
Pop goes the weasel
Keep coming, boys.
Everyone's invited to this party.
Not everyone.
Heads.
I meant heads!
Sofia, please. It was nothing.
Stop treating me like an old man.
You're not old.
Maybe I am.
Too old for this business, at least.
Have you... heard from your mother?
She loves you.
Just not this place.
This place is me.
I know you think that, and maybe at one time it was.
But things have changed,
so much...
So fast.
Haven't I changed with them?
Yes, you have.
But when you were coming up, when mama was here,
you wouldn't have thought to hire freaks like poison Ivy and scarecrow.
These... people,
they're not stable, papa.
Times change.
Boss!
Something's wrong downstairs.
The cops took off
and we can't get any of our guys on the comm.
Maron...
Sofia, no!
Come on, you mother...
Sofia
What is this?
Judgment day.
We lost them in the sewers.
You're right. This was meant to distract us.
Yeah, but distract us from what?
I really owe it all to you, carmine.
You've taught me that all men are guilty...
And innocent.
Which makes justice nothing more than the flip of a coin.
The outcome unpredictable.
That is, of course...
Unless the system is corrupted, rigged in a man's favor.
Legit businessman/philanthropist by day.
Criminal racketeer, murderer by night.
You've rigged every game you've ever played
in your business and your family.
It's really the most minor of adjustments,
a small change of outlook that decides if you live...
Or not.
Just pull the fucking trigger.
You haven't listened.
If you had, you'd understand that for the first time, carmine,
it really isn't up to me.
Good luck.
No!
En garde, you sanctimonious shit...
Ow!
Nancy, hold all my calls.
I have to terminate someone.
Harvey, don't!
Alone at last.
Now let's get you out of all this.
Stay back.
Harvey.
You don't have to do this.
Harvey, Harvey, Harvey.
Can't you see I'm a new man, bats?
I'm finally awake.
And unlike Harvey dent,
I'm not beholden to petty motives like revenge,
or worse, career advancement.
A weight has been lifted.
I don't have to decide who's innocent and who's guilty anymore.
All I have to do... is execute.
- Guilty. - No!
No!
Papa.
Sofia, no!
Two bullets only.
Sorry, gorgeous.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Sofia.
I can't... I can't hold on.
Louisa?
Louisa.
Selina.
Selina?
Let me help you.
No.
All we get is all we take.
Do you still believe?
Yes.
I do.
Good.
- Harvey? - Not anymore.
It had to be done.
You will never convince me of that.
There won't be any judges to be bribed.
No witnesses to disappear.
The Roman is dead and two-face killed him.
The long Halloween...
Is over.
We'll get you help.
You're the ones who're gonna need help from now on.
Harvey...
Two-face...
Whatever.
You betrayed everything you believe in.
Not everything.
Arrest me, jimbo.
I'm responsible.
Not just for Falcone but all the holiday killings.
I have to face judgment.
The cost.
The promise we made right here, one year ago,
to take down the Roman. In the end...
Was it worth it?
He's asking if the good guys won.
Yes, the good guys won.
But we won't know for a very long time if it was worth it.
Gilda.
It had to be done.
You know that.
The same way you knew Harvey never went to Oxford.
That was me.
Well...
Me and...
Alberto Falcone.
If you could see how in love we were then.
I was pregnant.
He didn't hesitate.
We were married that same day.
He was heir to the Roman empire.
And his father could never welcome into the family
a child conceived out of wedlock.
I tried to fight.
But what chance did I have opposite the godfather of Gotham?
Against my will...
Our marriage was annulled and our child...
Ripped from my womb.
What they did to me...
The way it was done...
Left me broken.
You wanted revenge.
I wanted justice.
I came to Gotham and married the man
I thought had the best chance of delivering it.
Oh, Harvey and I were so much alike.
Only what was inside him hadn't yet been ripped out.
That was... useful.
And...
Even fun for a time.
But then he became so busy wrestling his own demon,
I was left to take down mine all by myself.
One holiday,
one twisted family snapshot at a time.
I have no regrets about what I did to the Roman,
or his son,
or anyone else in that godforsaken family.
But Harvey...
In the end, I loved him.
But not all of him.
So...
Are you going to take me away or just stand there in judgment?
I need to know that holiday is done.
Not done...
Finished.
I wonder... How long did he know about me?
Is that how you figured it out?
Did Harvey tip you off?
He didn't give you up.
Not knowingly.
But after maroni was killed,
the way he protected holiday, he must have known then.
He was my friend.
He believed in me.
I should have saved him.
What will you do now?
Tell Gordon?
Alfred.
Really?
I know it's late, sir, but you never know.
It doesn't matter how late it is. We don't get trick-or-treaters.
Not all Gotham families share your obstinate hope.
It's going to take a lot more good people trying to make things better
before we see real change.
If you say so, sir.
You're cute when you're wrong.
Trick or treat.
It's for you, sir.