Titans (2018) s03e03 Episode Script

1
[panting]
[grunting]
What took you so long?
[both grunting]
Jason?
I got a new name now, though.
Red Hood.
[panting]
Oh, no.
[theme music playing]
There was a dead body.
Jason's body. Bruce saw
it with his own eyes.
Maybe he was confused.
Bruce doesn't do confused.
- I don't want to say it, but
- It was Jason.
I saw him.
How did he do it?
Somebody do some kind of voodoo
act and raise him from the dead?
Bruce knows people.
Bruce doesn't know anything about this.
He never would have killed
the Joker if Jason was alive.
Then Ra's al Ghul?
Unlikely. He's in Kadeem.
If someone's bringing people back to life,
maybe they could bring Donna back.
Well, it's a little early for Easter,
but someone resurrected
the little assbite.
Or he faked his death well
enough to fool even Bruce.
Either way, he sure as shit
didn't do it on his own.
Whatever's happened, he's changed.
The kid always had issues, but
he was not a full blown psychopath.
He could be using.
When I got to Gotham, I found
a place where he was cooking.
Tested a few samples
in the bat computer.
No hits.
For fuck's sake. Enough with
the paralysis by analysis.
Everyone's just trying to figure
out what the hell happened, Hank.
He's right. We figure
out the how and why later.
Jason's out there and
we need to stop him.
You guys do what you want, but
if it ends up him versus me,
kid's going down.
So, now we're killing Jason?
He wrote his own ticket.
He starts taking people out,
game's over.
Look, we find him first. Start
in the place he was cooking.
What are you doing?
Fueling up.
Could be a long day.
You need to give everybody a minute
to get their heads around this.
We all thought Jason was dead,
and now we're talking about him
like he's some Gotham supervillain.
I think you mean supervillain wanna be.
You keep forgetting, this
is Jason we're talking about.
It makes it complicated for everybody.
We need to forget he's Jason.
Put blinders on.
Otherwise, people get
soft and someone gets hurt.
No one's getting soft.
Dick's just trying to
do what Bruce wants.
Why?
Because Jason's his brother?
- Yes.
- Well, he's not mine.
Give me ten seconds alone with that kid,
I'll make him wish he stayed dead.
Just dial it down a notch, okay?
Everybody here knows
what they need to do.
What about you?
What about me?
Are you up to it?
You know the answer to that.
[cell phone ringing]
Yeah.
I know, I fucked up.
Please, you gotta help me out.
Jason?
Hey, you there?
I shouldn't have called you.
- Is anybody else with you?
- No.
It's just me.
Talk to me, pal.
Hank
You've got to believe me, man. Okay?
All of this shit I've done,
it's not my fault.
I don't know what's happening to me.
Something's wrong with me.
Where are you?
I can't tell you.
Dick will kill me. I just
I wanted to talk to somebody.
And you're the only one who
ever tries to listen to me.
Fuck, this was a mistake. I gotta go.
No, no, no. Jason! Jason, wait.
I can help you.
Just tell me where you are.
And you'll tell Dick.
No, I won't.
It's just you and me.
[exhales]
[computer] Good morning, Mr. Logan.
How can I help you?
Send message to Bruce Wayne.
No contact found.
- Bullshit.
- Language, Mr. Logan.
Would you prefer French?
- Record audio message.
- Ready to record.
Hey, Bruce, this is Gar.
I know you've got to be
checking in from somewhere,
because Batman wouldn't
abandon the only family he has.
You've got to come back to Gotham, man.
They're saying Jason's alive.
He needs your help.
We need your help.
[Conner] You really think
he is going to hear that?
Between sipping martinis,
I figure he's got time.
Just under 48 hours ago, we were
kicking ass in San Francisco.
Now the whole world
has turned upside down.
I don't understand it, either.
But if Jason's alive,
killing innocent people
we have to stop him.
That's what Titans do.
Yeah, but, normally when we do it,
we're not hunting down one of our own.
Hey, are we going anywhere, or
you are just seeing the sights?
I'll let you know, just keep driving.
Come on, you little shit.
Don't bail on me now.
[cell phone ringing]
Hey, man.
- Hey.
- I thought I lost you.
Are you okay?
Uh, no, not really.
Are you alone?
Just me and, uh
Ezekiel.
- Who is that?
- Cabdriver, relax. [chuckles]
So, where are we going?
Go to the old Gotham Observatory.
Gotham Observatory.
Tourist.
Okay, I'm here.
[Jason] Your cell could be
tracked. You gotta destroy it.
I'm not calling anyone.
I'm sorry, man.
It's not you I don't trust.
Dick's a fucking psycho.
He could be following you right now.
Destroy it, and then what?
[line disconnects]
[cell phone ringing]
There better be a chalupa
at the end of this.
Gotham City Gym.
[driver] Are you sure? Board of
Health closed it down last month.
[Hank] Just go!
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Hank] Jason?
[rats squeak]
Awesome.
[cell phone ringing]
I'm here.
Where are you?
[Jason] Take off your shirt and
pants to prove you're not wired.
Come on. Really?
Okay.
Okay.
[sighing]
What next?
Full Monty?
[Jason] You said it.
Remember, I work for tips.
Happy now?
See? No wires.
Start talking about a glove,
it's gonna cost extra.
[Jason] You gotta swim to the other end.
In this shit?
You think I got a
tracker on under my junk?
If you can't do it, neither can I.
You're welcome.
All right. No more games.
I'm here.
[grunts]
Good to see you, Hank.
Where the hell did he go?
Couple minutes later,
he leaves, gets in a cab.
Now his phone is off the grid.
Can you pull the plate?
I'll try.
[Dawn] We talked in the
kitchen. Everything was fine.
I told him to dial it down a notch.
- Present and accounted for.
- What?
[Dawn] Hank!
What happened?
Just get it out of me.
Oh, my God.
Is that a bomb?
It's a gift.
From our pal Jason.
Oh, good. You found him.
Or not?
Went to talk to Jason by yourself?
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Just give me a shot of whiskey
and get the damn thing out.
I'm all for not touching that thing
until we figure out how it works.
Conner, take a look inside and
tell us what we're dealing with.
Yeah.
[heart beating]
Whoa.
This is pretty bitching.
[Dawn] Conner!
[clears throat] It has anti-retraction
barbs that hold the device in place.
Looks like it's embedded
in the pectoralis major,
right through to the aortic arch.
No part of that sounded good.
The engineering is incredibly nuanced.
Bomb's designed to tolerate
insertion, not retraction.
These barbs in Hank's
chest, they have sensors.
If those sensors detect too
much force, it'll explode.
What if we remove it surgically?
Same outcome. Once activated,
it's designed to kill.
That fucking little shit.
This whole thing's engineered
to read EKG signals.
The countdown isn't seconds. It's
the number of heartbeats he has left.
What do you mean "countdown"?
When it gets down to zero.
Jason can't actually
want him to die, right?
[cell phone ringing]
I have a feeling we're
about to find out.
I'm listening.
[Jason] About time.
How's my buddy, Hank?
Whatever you want, killing
Hank is no way to get it.
[Jason] Still trying to
tell me what to do?
Enough with the games.
Tell me how we end this.
$50 million in gold bars
is being delivered at one
o'clock to Gotham Central.
If you want Hank old
boy to stay in one piece,
bring 'em to me.
This isn't about the money for you.
I could wire that right now
and it would all be over.
And rob Gotham of a
good show, Circus Boy?
Bring me the gold and
I'll deactivate the device.
Never gonna happen.
Do it your way, Dick.
That always turns out well.
Gold bars?
Did he have a white cat on his lap, too?
What did you tell him?
Fucking N-O, I hope?
No way we negotiate with terrorists.
So we're just gonna call his bluff?
Jason's crazy.
Where I come from,
you come after family,
we show no mercy.
How much time do we have left?
The average resting heart
rate is 80 beats per minute.
- Well, mine's a little closer to 72.
- 4300 beats per hour, that's
Less than four hours.
All right, get him on
a beta blocker drip.
It'll slow down his heart
rate and buy us some more time.
Hey.
You're not seriously
letting Hank call the shots?
- That's not the plan. We find Jason.
- How?
The building where he was
cooking was torched last night.
So, he is covering his tracks.
I'll send Kory to GCPD, see
what leads Barbara's got.
[scoffs]
And if she doesn't roll out the red carpet
after last night, what's plan B?
We focus on reeling Jason back in.
We play our game, not his.
Our game is to save Hank, not Jason.
It's not one or the other.
Let's just keep our priorities straight.
[male reporter 1] A police standoff is
underway in the Gotham suburbs.
The suspect involved in
a violent road rage
[female reporter 1] South East Gotham
is currently under evacuation orders.
[male reporter 2] The victim, a
student at Gotham State College
[female reporter 2] The driver
suffered fatal burns.
Residents not in the area
are asked to stay away.
[sniffing]
I took my eye off the ball.
I knew he was screwing with me.
It wasn't your fault.
[EKG machine beeping steadily]
I should have had him!
[EKG machine beeping rapidly]
Hank, stop. You're making
your heart beat faster.
What's this?
It's a carotid massage.
Someone's gotta keep
your heart rate down.
[beeping steadily]
You just want an excuse
to get into bed with me.
Stop planning your next orgy and relax.
Who says an orgy is not relaxing?
[barks]
Don't encourage him.
That's my boy.
- [gate buzzing]
- [doors clang open]
[sighs heavily]
Grayson.
And they say there's no
such thing as a merciful God.
Eighth of Lemon Lyric.
High grade sativa crossed
with Blue Dream F1.
It's good shit, or so I'm told.
I don't think your guy's working
alone, someone's got his ear.
I need a profile.
What makes you so sure he's not
capable of doing it all on his own?
He's a follower, drawn
to brighter lights.
Maybe he's looking for a father figure.
- Sure.
- To fill the void.
You know, a daddy that flew the coop?
Or to replace a daddy
he's rebelling against.
[gurgling]
Ooh! Oh, I like that. That's very good.
It's the old, uh,
mentor/patricide combo.
[Dick] Got some criminal father figure
or someone who likes a grand gesture?
[scoffs] Huh.
Yeah.
I'd say, uh I'd say
the Joker, you know,
but, uh, the bat snuffed that out.
I don't know, I'm gonna have
to rack my brain on this one.
The search for daddy,
it's going to affect everything.
- How he fights, why he fights.
- Meaning?
Meaning that he's in a
battle with his father.
So he's going to use the
weapons of his father.
The abused becomes the abuser.
Hey, Grayson, where are you going?
You just got here, buddy old pal.
NSA database, Interpol,
I've searched everywhere for
bomb specs matching Hank's device,
no hits.
'Cause you're not searching
under Wayne Enterprises.
Bruce is making weapons to kill people?
Good question.
[female computer voice]
Database access granted.
Sick!
Search explosives,
EKG, anything surgical.
On it.
[keyboard clacking]
I synced it with Hank's device to keep
track of how much time we have left.
- [keyboard clacking]
- [machine beeping]
I got a hit.
Surgical EKG detonation
implant, Wayne Tech.
It's patented and everything.
- Specs are there?
- [Conner] Reading them now.
Wait, to save Hank we have to
go up against Batman technology?
It's designed to outperform
the military's most sophisticated
electromagnetic explosives.
Any duplicates on the market,
customer with a
deactivator we can modify?
[exhales] Hank's was
the first prototype.
I need you to build a deactivator
using these blueprints.
You read through those schematics
faster than any human ever could,
you can do this.
Wait, reading reading is just
assimilating other people's work.
You want me to build
something this complex
- in less than three hours?
- Yeah.
[sighs]
- You got this.
- [sighs]
[exhales heavily]
I wanted the Titans out of Gotham,
but instead I get one
rising from the dead.
My lucky day.
Jason's not a Titan anymore.
And there's no way he
pulled this off on his own.
So we're looking for the live person
who helped resurrect the dead person?
I need to see the
morgue security footage
to see if his body was left unattended.
After what you guys pulled last night,
I'm not exactly in a giving mood.
Hank's attached to a bomb,
I'm not asking.
[monitor beeping steadily]
[Hank] What are you calculating?
Beta blockers.
I think we can bump you
up to ten milligrams.
[Hank] So how much
time does that buy me?
Twenty minutes?
Maybe more if I watch golf. [chuckles]
How about something to eat?
[Hank] If this is my last
meal, you are not cooking it.
[Dawn laughs]
Not even my amazing frittata?
You gotta speak your truth.
Yo, Krypto,
- go heat vision me up some hot dogs.
- [dog whines]
See if you can sniff out some
Bourbon while you're at it.
[barks distantly]
If Alfred greets me at the pearly gates,
I'm gonna tell him he's
got some competition.
You're not meeting Alfred.
- Why, you think he's in Hell?
- Stop.
- You think I'm going to Hell?
- You're not going anywhere.
I don't know
If I was a betting man, I'd say
Hank, stop. Please.
You're going to make it.
You're not leaving me in this
shithole world without you.
Okay?
Was that a pity kiss 'cause I'm dying?
You're choosing eternity
with Alfred over me?
You wouldn't dare.
Come here.
[moaning]
I'm such an idiot.
[Dawn] Mm-hmm.
I screwed everything up.
Yeah, and you're gonna
keep screwing it up.
What if I can't?
- I want you to know
- No.
Look, Dawn
[exhales]
[footsteps depart]
The original deactivator
functions remotely,
and the lock's coded
- with a precise electrical charge
- [beeping]
that I have to match.
How many more tries do
you think it will take?
There are over 1.5 million permutations.
The failure rate's gotta
be zero, or Hank dies.
[machines beeping]
[sighs in exasperation]
Thanks for the reminder.
[woman] Will you pull up the
morgue, Tuesday morning
07:00?
- Love me a little morgue in the morning.
- [keyboard clacking]
[woman] Bet you wish you'd
stayed in San Francisco.
What'd I give for an oatmeal cortado.
[scoffs] Gotham's got a
whole mess of Cortados.
Crime family that
deals synthetic opioids.
[keyboard clacking]
That guy, back it up.
[Kory] Baseball hat.
But he's supposed to be
wheeling the body out back.
That's the door to the
coroner's locker room.
Check the locker room
back exit, side alley.
[keyboard clacking]
[woman] The camera was out.
Our friend covered his tracks.
Right back inside, find
the next time we spot him.
[keyboard clacking]
[distorted voices]
Maybe when we get to
the other side of this,
you can convince Dick to
move back to San Francisco,
before this city eats him alive.
Him and me, both.
Baseball fanboy is coming
out of the back door.
Four minutes later.
Plenty of time to take
Jason's body out of there.
[machine beeps, chirps]
- [man] How's the patient?
- Hungry, as always.
You should talk to him.
I don't know what to say.
I go in that room, it's
for one reason only,
to say goodbye.
I can't do it. I'm not giving up.
[Dawn] Are you watching the clock?
The gold bar delivery is in 45 minutes.
- We're not heisting an armored truck.
- Why?
Because Batman wouldn't?
Because that's exactly what Jason wants.
It's a game to make
us look like criminals,
to turn Gotham against us.
And you're willing to let a friend die
to keep that from happening?
[cell phone ringing]
Hey, what's up?
Video footage of one
of Jason's henchmen
helped him disappear from the morgue.
[phone beeps]
His name is Cyrus Beake,
lives at 622 Logan Street.
- All right, I'm on it.
- [disconnects call]
I gotta go, Kory's got a lead on Jason.
How good a lead?
Look, we're moving on all fronts.
Conner's running at full speed,
I'm closing in on Jason,
we're gonna get this.
Tell Hank
Tell Hank I'll call him.
[doors creak open]
[man groans]
[grunting]
[man] Security breach, we need backup.
[gunfire]
[groans]
[panting]
[dialing]
[line rings]
Now what?
I'm sure Hank will be proud.
- [Dawn] Just tell me where to meet.
- Come alone.
But the party's over.
And with that
someone's got a flight to catch.
Ah. [chuckles]
[device beeping]
[heartbeat pounding]
[breathes slowly]
[Dawn] It's about our new place.
[Dawn chuckling]
Do you wanna sleep over?
On the couch, that's all.
Oh, is that all?
[Dawn] Oh, it's beautiful!
[Hank] They pair for life.
Angry old man. The boys have
got the Catamaran idling.
They're just waiting on their captain.
[speaking in British accent]
Thank you, Garfield.
Let the boys know we'll
take her out tonight.
You think this place has
a big enough chandelier?
When bats have sex,
they gotta have something to hang from.
[both laughing]
Uh, Gotham is Bruce's mess,
why do we even come here?
Oh, I just came back because
I got the hots for Dawn.
Love's a bitch.
Never learned my lesson.
How are you holding up?
Me?
This is less than great.
You hung up the suit.
You were out.
Yeah.
Maybe it's a sign.
That you should have never left DC?
That I never should have left my family.
That's not what you do.
No matter what.
So what, this is
This is karma?
I don't know
but I'm not ready to go.
It's not my time yet.
I got too much left to do.
And so do you.
So get the hell out of here.
I'm counting on you bozos
to get me out of this mess.
An evening sail
I'm gonna hold you to that.
See how the main sail sets.
Aye, aye, Captain.
- [thuds, glass clanking]
- Oh, shit.
[opens door]
[closes door]
[cellphone ringing]
- Yeah?
- [man] Oh, Cyrus!
Always dropping in at a bad time.
Show me your face, we end this now.
[tires squealing, screeching]
- Gar, where we at?
- [Gar] Conner's getting close.
How close?
Under six percent failure rate now.
[Dick] All right, call me
as soon as he gets it.
Call Hank.
[phone ringing]
[Hank] If this is
about the pay per view,
it was all Dawn's idea.
I deny everything.
How are you feeling, buddy?
You know, pal
I gotta say
I'm pretty God damn scared.
It's a hell of a situation we're in.
[exhales] Yeah, it is.
We've been through worse though, right?
South city, the Chilean
dude with the elephant guns?
You pretended you were a bird man
sent from another galaxy to make peace.
Hey, he handed over that big
ass gun, didn't he? [chuckles]
He did.
[Hank] Ah, man.
I'm
not going to ask how you're feeling.
- [Dick] Look, Hank, I'm
- No.
You're doing your best by me.
Always have.
I'm on my way to see Jason.
I'm gonna take care of this.
Yeah, about that,
you gotta promise not
to wreck this all for me.
Jason needs to be stopped.
Yeah
maybe what happened to him is on us.
But you cannot let him
tear this family apart.
We worked too god damn hard to build it.
I don't know if I'll be
eating pizza tomorrow but,
I'll be damned if I'm the
reason the Titans go down.
The Titans aren't going down.
And I'll buy tomorrow.
Now you know the order.
Extra-large Hawaiian, add jalapeno.
You're killing me.
You know me
hot going in, hot going out.
- Listen, Hank, I just wanted to say
- [line disconnects]
Hank?
[whoosh due to hand]
[machine clicks, start]
[sighs]
[hand whooshing]
[siren blaring]
- [footsteps approaching]
- [Dawn] All right,
I did what you asked.
[breathing heavily]
Now, it's your turn.
Jason?
Jason?
[Jason] It's not Jason anymore.
Where's the deactivator?
In front of you.
You're wasting precious time.
What the hell is this?
I've got the deactivator as promised.
It engages as soon as my
thumb releases the trigger.
You wanna save Hank?
[machine detaching]
All you have to do is kill me.
[sighs] What happened to you?
[Jason] Same thing that
happens to everybody.
I grew up.
You can, too.
You just have to face your fear.
Batman did it, it's
easier than you think.
Just pull the trigger
and you'll be free!
You're an asshole, Jason.
Yeah, well, we all get there eventually.
- Oh, Hank's gonna blow soon.
- [clicking]
So, who's it gonna be, babe?
Me?
Or him?
You did this.
Not me.
Dawn, don't.
Who invited that guy?
[breathing heavily]
What did you do?
[Dawn grunts]
[both grunting]
[Robin] Dawn, stop!
This is what he wants.
Let him have it.
[Robin] You don't wanna do this.
Don't tell me what I fucking want.
You can't come back from this.
We can save Hank another way.
He's lying, Dawn.
Gar, talk to me.
He's almost got it.
Dawn, we're almost there.
[sighing impatiently]
I can't wait anymore.
Hank, hold on!
I don't know, buddy.
Hank?
- [timer ticking]
- [sighs]
[Hank] Kory, you gotta get out of here.
Take Krypto with you.
[Krypto grumbling]
This won't fix anything.
[whooshes]
[timer beeping]
[Krypto whimpering]
Tell Dawn I love her.
[timer beeping]
[machine clicks, beeps]
Hoist up
The John B's sail ♪
[timer beeping]
See how the main sail sets ♪
[Robin] If you do this, he wins.
He won't save Hank, he's lying.
Hey Batboy, she's a grown ass woman.
Let her make her own decision.
[sighing impatiently]
Fuck. [breathing heavily]
I want to go home ♪
[timer beeping]
Why don't they
Let me go home ♪
- [whooshes]
- [machine beeps]
Go!
[whooshes]
Conner's got in.
Dawn!
- [gun clicking]
- [machine whirring]
[Dawn gasping]
[laughing] Oops.
My bad.
Looks like I gave you the detonator.
[softly] No!
[alarm beeps]
[fire crackling]
What happened? What happened?
[breathing heavily] No, no, no.
[crying] No.