Harley Quinn (2019) s04e06 Episode Script

- [ORGAN PLAYING]
- [PEOPLE CRYING]
Today, we honor our angsty
king, taken too soon.
If Batman were here, I'm sure he'd echo
the sentiments of rap-rock legends
and sensitive poets Linkin
Park, but for copyright reasons,
I am not allowed to say them
as this is being broadcast.
I am sending around a donation basket.
If we reach the 15k needed
for the rights by the
end of the funeral,
I will sing.
In conclusion, thank
you for mourning with us,
even though being within a
few feet of the Bat Family
puts you in danger of being murdered.
- [CROWD GASPS]
- [ORGAN MUSIC STOPS]
And now a few words from
the girl who always knows
the right thing to say, Batgirl.
Heroes are just like everyone,
and sometimes they die.
Okay, easy-breezy Batgirl,
never lets us down.
- [MECHANISM WHIRRING]
- [ORGAN MUSIC CONTINUES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Okay, the end.
We're not even close to
15k. Thanks for coming.
Please enjoy some soup. No seconds.
- Miss Harley.
- Alfie!
Oh, thank God you're here.
Everyone's relying on me to be strong,
and I am freaking out, man.
Damn! Barnyard on this
bitch is dank as hell, Alfie.
I'll send you a case to remember me by.
I won't be returning to the manor.
Once White Collar Wine
earns me enough money
to execute a white-collar crime,
I'll finally be sent to fancy
prison with Master Wayne.
But I need you to
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
Oh, my God! They're coming for me!
Ahh! I've been hit!
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[TOY BEAR SQUEAKING]
Ha! I destroyed your
sad little soup truck.
Toyman! Did you kill Nightwing?
No, I just hate noodles,
and I wanted attention.
[BATGIRL GROWLS]
[FLASH CRACKLING]
[WHOOSHING]
Even third-tier villains
are coming for us.
If I get murked by some dumb
asshole like Crazy Quilt,
I'm gonna need you guys to go
to your graves with that info.
- We need to split up.
- But we're stronger together.
And a bigger target.
She's right. I'm gonna call
my mommy to come get me.
I'll move in with Alysia full-time.
[SIGHS] Okay. Okay, silver linin',
I'll move back in with Ivy.
I mean, I miss waking up to
the sounds of her tearing apart
a cardboard box that's taken up
all the space in our recycling bin.
Well, I guess this is it.
To Nightwing, who, in death,
proved what he never could in life,
that the Bat Family is weaker than ever.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[LIVEWIRE] Wow! Nightbitch is dead.
You love to see it.
Another hero down!
And on your watch, Ivy.
It's a good thing I'm in the tub.
- Because I'm soaked.
- [POISON IVY] Ugh!
- I should call Harley.
- No.
The most important thing is to get
your condolence statement out there.
Bring us our phones.
Veronica, you're starting
too look too amazing.
Get out before it turns you crazy.
- What should I write?
- Ahh! You already posted six hours ago.
You are on top of it.
How long have you known?
Wait. What? Let me see that.
"Thank you to everyone who's been
reaching out about Nightwing's death.
As I sit here in my power caftan,
I feel grateful for the guidance
of my dear mentor, Lex Luthor."
I did not write that.
Who has access to your account?
[SIGHS] Oh, my God.
My PR team. My PR team!
They need to run things by you first.
My team always gives me three options.
Funny, sassy, horny.
Wait, you don't give all
your passwords and your PINs
and your keys to your PR team?
The only person who has my PIN
lives in a cage under my kitchen table.
Shit. I I need to
have a chat with the Jons.
Uh, wow, girl. Where would you even be
without the Evil Women in
Business Collective. [CHUCKLES]
To us!
[CLEARS THROAT] Thank you, uh, for
gathering for this family meeting.
I have a big announcement.
It's muy importante.
[SIGHS] So embarrassing
Just speak full Spanish or full English.
- My bad, lo siento.
- Dad!
Kids, Bethany, mi amor,
I'm going back to
villainy! [LAUGHING EVILLY]
[BETHANY GASPS]
Ay, pero, this is a big change.
The kids just got used
to the chore wheel.
- Screw the chore wheel.
- What about our health insurance?
I'll blow up any hospital
that sends us a bill.
Will you blow up my PE coach?
Can I have some poison
gas for my science project?
[JOKER CHUCKLING]
[CHUCKLING CONTINUES]
There's a cashier at More For Lex
who's never told me to have a nice day.
So it's settled.
- Who wants to go steal some soft serve?
- [BOTH] Yeah.
[BETHANY CHUCKLES]
[ALL CHEERING, LAUGHING]
Ive? Ivy? Guess who's moving in?
Frank, what What are you doing here?
I thought you lived at the office.
I did until those Jons
tried to get rid of me.
They sent me to some fucking place
called Bialiya to be "repotted."
Luckily, I escaped by
eating a truck driver.
The Jons? Ugh!
I don't even know what's
going on with Ivy anymore.
I mean, wait. Does she
still have red hair?
Tell me everything.
Ooh. The NDA they made me sign
is as strong as that truck
driver's will to live.
[CHUCKLES] I shouldn't have said
anything about Bialiya. [GRUNTING]
Uh, hey, Frank, I'm gonna
wait up for Ivy, okay?
[GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING]
[HARLEY SNORING]
- [YELLS]
- Bitch! Wake up.
You sleep-stabbed all the pillows.
- What? No, I didn't.
- Then you kicked the TV.
I was watching Bobby Flay
make a goddamn turkey burger.
You opened up every closet
- [HARLEY SCREAMS]
- and you screamed for 60 seconds.
You know how many closets
are up in this bitch?
- [HARLEY SCREAMS]
- [FRANK] Then you shaved Catwoman's favorite cat.
- [TRIMMER WHIRRING]
- [CAT SHRIEKS]
[FRANK] Then you tried
to use me as a mannequin
to see all of Catwoman's earrings,
even though I kept telling you
I don't have fucking earlobes.
Man, I've never seen
sleepwalking like that.
Sleepwalking? Wait, wait, is Ivy here?
No, she just dropped in and
changed from her spa blazer
to her business blazer.
Then she tripped over
that box on the way out.
She was so goddamn pissed
at whoever left it there.
Don't worry, though. I covered for you.
She didn't even notice I was here?
That's how covering works.
- You're welcome.
- [SIGHS]
Do you think Ivy ordered
the hit on Nightwing?
Mr. Snart, are you trying to get
top secret information from me?
[SLURPS] Mm.
Oh! [CHUCKLES]
Oh, welcome-back-
from-paternity-leave. sheet cake?
[CHUCKLES] I feel so supported.
Okay, that makes more sense. [CHUCKLES]
Don't you have some IT junk to do?
I do. [CHUCKLES]
And I'm very happy the LOD
has a childcare program.
We don't have a childcare program.
[CHUCKLES] I made sure of it.
Oh, edgy.
Very modern.
[KING SHARK SOBBING]
I wish I had a single
shred of self-respect.
[MAN SCREAMS] Why?
What's with all this hubbub?
That shark stole my wish.
Daddy's coming!
My babies!
Oh, look at these pups,
suckling on my cocktail weenies.
I forgot what a good dad I am.
Oh, I am so sorry.
I really thought I could
be a single working dad
like one of those romcoms
where it's challenging at first,
but at the end of a fun montage,
you balance it all.
Look me in the eye. You can do this.
Dads can have it all.
So, how did you do it?
Great question. I'll show you.
[SNIFFS, SNEEZES] Ugh!
Oh, oh, I Ivy. Um, you're back early.
Yeah, go ahead and give me my passwords
to my socials and my laptop.
Also, why do all of my
bras have underwire now?
Excuse me. If there's
no wire, it's a bralette.
Wait, there's more of you.
Yes, there is so much to do.
[SNARLING, SQUELCHING]
Ta-da!
- [JON 6 GASPS]
- Jon, tell this boss bitch her new schedule.
[GROANS] Your line of business
corsets is about to drop,
so you'll be appearing
on Good Evening Bludhaven.
And you'll need to take
photos with the Poison Ivy doll
once they're reissued with
less realistic buttholes.
But, yay, top of your agenda,
judging the first annual
Lil' Poison Miss Ivy contest!
That's' right, sis. You're
ready to appear with children.
It's the coup de grace for PR.
If you hook 'em when their
brains are still mushy,
you'll have a little Ivy
Army to debone frackers,
and we'll be the most
powerful PR team in the world.
Yeah, so I'm not gonna
be doing a kiddie pageant.
- Oh, we see.
- No pageant, no problem.
Uh [GRUNTS]
[NOTIFICATION CHIMES]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
That's it. Those fuckers are done.
[ROBIN] I can't believe Nightwing
had a tracker he kept hidden from us.
I can't believe he hid it under
a fake rock by the back door.
Rest his poor basic soul.
Hey, but, you know, at
least we have a clue, right?
I mean, whoever he was following
may have to do with his murder.
[BATGIRL GRUNTING]
Hey, repressy-finger-smashy,
can you stop assaultin' the keys?
Your bottle of sadness
is kind of distracting.
Your girlfriend just posted
celebrating our colleague's death.
Every celebrity has to post about
any other celebrity's death, okay?
Lucius, how long will it
take to get into that tracker.
Again, it's not a tracker.
It's the tracker's receptor.
It's going to show you
where the tracker is.
Oh, God, they found us. Help!
[ROBIN GRUNTING]
- [STRAINING]
- [PHONE BEEPS]
[TALIA OVER PHONE] Damien,
this is your mother.
I sent my associates to procure you.
Go with them.
Sounds like my momma needs me.
You gals got this? Deuces.
Oh, damn. We're dropping like flies.
Okay, it's just you and me now.
We should really talk, just jam
and say how we feel about all this.
- I'm good.
- Babs, come on. This isn't healthy.
You know what's not healthy?
Trying to act like everything's normal
when your coworker's girlfriend
killed your other coworker.
Ivy did not kill Nightwing.
She's the head of the Legion of Doom.
There is no way she didn't
have something to do with this.
Uh. [CHUCKLES] Yeah. Okay, good.
Just keep letting those
emotions out, girl.
Even if you don't mean
everything that you're saying.
[BATGIRL SCREAMING]
- [LUCIUS] My mug!
- [HARLEY] Not the tracker!
[TRACKER BEEPING]
[GASPS] The power of senseless violence.
It's at the Legion of Doom.
[PHONE VIBRATING]
[ENGINE WHIRRING]
Sorry, babe. I'm in a meeting.
I can't talk right now.
- I love you. You look great.
- Wait!
Hey, looks like you guys
hit Mama Mac's for lunch.
Very dope. Hey, insider tip,
they give free mozzarella sticks
every time a hero dies, so
Oh, now you're interested
in what we're up to?
You treated us like real shit.
And everyone knows about
the free mozzarella sticks.
No, I-I-I know.
Look, I'm sorry, I fucked up.
I fucked up your debut, and I should
have been focusing on you guys,
not sexy beverage collabs.
You can't have our leftovers, okay?
[POISON IVY] All right,
let me level with you.
I really need your help
to get rid of my PR team.
You're the only people I trust
to help me. Except maybe Bane.
But no one knows where he is, so
That sounds challenging for you.
But we remain very
wounded by your negligence.
Could you please just
help me now? And then,
we can work on the
forgiveness part afterwards.
- Whatever, fine.
- Yes! Oh, my God. Yes.
Hey, Terra. Could you,
like, get us some privacy?
Okay, how are we gonna
pummel these PR pricks?
There you are, my esteemed PR team.
I've had a change of heart.
- Oh?
- Hmm. Have you?
I have decided to host the Little
Poison Miss Ivy contest after all.
- [ALL GASP] Yes!
- Yeah, I realized it's in creative alignment
with my brand intentions.
Yes, go off, Queen.
And I see how it will help me leverage
my identity as a, uh, thought leader.
- Ooh.
- My girl.
And since this will be my
biggest public facing event yet,
I'd like to order a
- Uh-huh, yeah
- Oh, don't you fuckin' say it! Oh!
Step and repeat!
- Oh!
- [JONS LAUGHING]
[CHEERING, MOANING]
I have no idea why moms are so miffed.
Everything you need to raise
a kid is in the workplace.
- [BABY SHARK GURGLING]
- [GORDON] Look!
This thingy does white noise, and
spits out precious memories.
And what used to tickle Babs to death?
[CHUCKLES] Gory crime scene photos.
- [BABY SHARKS GURGLING]
- Oh, the memories.
[TOILET FLUSHING]
Oh, thanks.
I can't remember the last time
I was able to take a shit by myself.
[BARBARA] All right, where's
your girlfriend's office?
Uh, whatever happened
to detective procedure
that you guys are so
fucking obsessed with?
We're following the tracker.
We don't know where it's
gonna lead yet, okay?
Whoa, Harley.
Were you in on killing Nightwing?
A long con?
I dig.
Psh! These fucking guys.
- Obviously, I'm not.
- Zip it.
What's that sound?
- [UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]
- [INDISTINCT CHEERING]
[CLAMORING]
[LAUGHING]
What the fuck?
Oh, this has been very
helpful for me today.
[SHARK CRYING]
Well, what can I say?
I've got the royale touch.
Is that allowed?
For dads it is.
[BABY SHARK GURGLING]
Since they're sleeping, I'm gonna
force myself to take another shit.
[KING SHARK LAUGHING]
Babs! What are you doing here?
Where's the tracker?
[SHUSHING] Inside voice.
I just got them down.
[PHONE BEEPING]
[BEEPING FASTER]
- [BABY SHARK CRYING]
- Oh, Babs. Stealing a buzzer from a baby.
You always were a jealous child.
Why the hell do you have this?
Christ on a cabbage!
I found it in a parking garage.
It's a Mama Nacaroni's buzzer.
See? "MN"?
It's not a buzzer. It's a tracker.
"NW." Nightwing?
Ugh! It's covered in drool.
Now we can't test it for forensics.
Look at you.
A detective like your old man.
Everything she knows, she got from me.
[SIGHS HEAVILY] Shut up!
Whoa! Chill!
That Bat Family does not
destroy personal property.
Oh, I see. You don't want me to
destroy your girlfriend's office,
even though she destroyed our family.
Ivy's a villain, okay?
But I'm telling you, she
would never do this to me.
Let's see how long it
takes her to confess
after I beat the shit out of her.
- [BARBARA GRUNTS]
- All right, I'm gonna go talk to Ivy.
You have fun. Mingle,
maybe flirt a little.
Hey! Where are you going?
Hey! Yeah, you! Pour me a shot.
Ivy! Ivy, hi. Listen.
Tell me you didn't murder
my coworker, please.
Uh, sorry, one sec.
Harls, not a good time.
Just answer the question!
Did you have anything
to do with Nightwing?
Okay. Wow!
Hello. Do you really think
that I would do that to you?
I I don't I don't
know. I don't know.
- Well, I didn't.
- Oh, thank God.
But, honestly, babe,
if someone who works for me did,
then, I don't know, good for them.
You know, I run an evil business,
and Nightwing would be a pretty big get.
- Ivy!
- [SIGHS] Honey, I can't deal with this right now.
I have to go judge, a
children's beauty pageant.
[HARLEY GRUNTS]
But you always say
kids with good posture
give you the creeps.
[SPITS]
Well, will you look at
this? Tied up, taking shots.
You're a chip off the old block.
How about I take you to Mama Nacaroni's?
Someone just gave me a gift card
- 'cause they saw me being an amazing dad.
- [BARBARA SPITS]
It's Macaroni's. M.
Well, I'm pretty sure Nacaroni is
how they pronounce it in Tuscamy.
God! You don't know the name
of my favorite restaurant.
And you didn't even call
me when Nightwing died.
[SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Oh, I'm not teething, you idiot.
Now leave me alone!
At least I got eight little
reptiles that love me.
[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]
[GULPS]
[GLASS CRASHES]
Hey, Toyman.
I wanna play. [GRUNTS]
- [ALL GASP]
- [SQUEAKS]
[BARBARA GRUNTS]
[HARLEY GASPS]
We have gathered at the
base of this sacred goddess,
to decide which of
these precocious children
is most likely to be
the next Poison Ivy.
- [CROWD CHEERING]
- Hey, thank you so much.
Seriously, thank you. It's too much.
[SIGHS] Looking out at
all these young faces,
I'm reminded of a simple truth.
That none of you will
ever be like Poison Ivy.
[CROWD GASPING]
I was created by a
freak accident in a lab,
and through some fucked-up miracle,
I got superpowers instead of dying.
That, combined with being
a straight-up genius,
is what makes me, me.
Also, I'm objectively gorgeous.
- So, guys, give up.
- [KIDS GASPING]
Not gonna happen.
- Oh, my God. This is a publicity nightmare.
- Cut her off!
- Any questions?
- Even if these girls don't grow up to be you,
surely they won't grow up to
be special in their own way?
No. Yeah, I'm scanning them right now,
- and they're forgettable at best.
- [GIRL CRIES]
[JONS CLAMORING]
Say that again to my live audience.
Oh, yeah. Happily. Yeah.
So, while we're live, guys,
everyone look underneath your seat
for a commemorative, Poison Ivy doll,
whose final design I
personally approved.
[GASPS] The doll's not ready yet.
- Mommy, why is this butthole so realistic?
- [CROWD GASPING]
And one more thing. Fuck almond milk!
[JONS] No!
I know, I'm just, like,
no good at this PR stuff,
so I guess you're just gonna
have to resign in disgrace, right?
[MICROPHONE FEEDBACK]
[JONS SQUELCHING]
[SNARLING]
[GROWLING]
Uh
Eat cake. You piece of shit!
[GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
Toyman and I are in
a weight loss contest.
I'm only having sugar on Saturdays.
- [UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]
- [BARBARA GRUNTING]
[VOMITING]
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMING]
As a fan of bar fights
and emotional releases,
I am loving this.
Oh, hell no! [GRUNTING]
Thank you for using salad.
[GAGS]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
Guys, this seems like good of
a time as any for your debut.
Everybody,
I'd like to introduce
the Natural Disasters.
Time to rock.
[RUMBLING]
- [WOMAN GASPS]
- Yes.
[POISON IVY SCREAMING]
Yes, yes. Now spit in my mouth.
Ugh.
[CRUMBLING]
You look a little inflamed.
Get it, girl.
Uh, I need to work on a catchphrase,
but here comes my thing.
[ENERGY TRILLING]
[HEART BEATING]
[BABY SHARKS SNARLING]
[GIANT JON GRUMBLING]
[BABY SHARKS YELLING]
[SHRIEKING]
[WHOOSHING]
[BABY SHARKS CHITTERING]
[TERRA YELLING]
[TERRA GRUNTS]
Oh, letting your underlings
fight your battles for you?
The optics are bad.
You need us.
Your greatest accomplishment
was getting a nut milk
to accept me.
[SNARLING]
[WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
- [GIANT JON GROANING]
- [BABY SHARKS] Wee!
[GIANT JON GRUNTS]
We were scaling up to oat.
Part of a five-point plan.
Oh!
[CHEERING]
Oh, my goodness. [CHUCKLES]
Look at you, cheering
for a giant man exploding.
Gosh! Maybe you little freaks
can be like me after all.
[KIDS CHEERING]
- [BABS SIGHS]
- Babs. Hey.
I talked to Ivy, okay? She didn't do it.
Yeah. Then who did? Santee Claus?
[HARLEY GROANS]
[JOKER LAUGHS WICKEDLY]
[CHUCKLING] Did someone
order a rum and Joke-er?
Well, I'm a little rusty.
Whatever!
The fuck is this municipal
dickwad doing here?
I'm here to announce my return to evil.
I know how much you've
all been missing me, so
I brought back one of my classic hits.
Killing a member of
the Bat Family. [LAUGHS]
I killed Nightwing!
- [LAUGHING MALICIOUSLY]
- Rum and Joker.
[ALL CHANTING] Rum and
Joker, rum and Joker,
Rum and Joker. Suddenly, I want a drink.
[BARBARA GRUNTS] You
son of a [GRUNTS]
[BARBARA CRYING]
[JOKER LAUGHING]
[CHANTING CONTINUES]
What What, am I dreaming?
What the fuck?
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]