 Hello and welcome back to Batman, the Telltale series. Today I was supposed to continue playing Episode 2 of the game with my very own save file. Unfortunately, this has been deleted, so now I will have to auto-generate Episode 1, which means that a lot of what I decided in the last game is basically pointless. I might as well not have played at all, if not for the enjoyment that was brought to me by the game itself. I have actually started this a couple of times to see what kinds of save files I would get. I will, let's just say, less than pleased. It would have been so nice if I could just pick the bloody saves for myself, which I have noticed that the game continually basically bugs up a lot of this video. A lot of freezing is happening, as you have seen by now. Hmm. Oh yes, I'm sure that he did. Um, yeah, I know it's dangerous. Bye-bye. This is Selena, with the strangely badly-rended eyebrows. Ah, the scene of the massacre. I'm just hoping this is not super, super evil bats who will stab the guy. Ah, good. This choice is why I have restarted this video process twice now. I do not believe that. Should I? No. The wins were nice, guys. Perfectly reasonable, gentlemen. And my parents, let us not forget. So I'm going to give them some credit. This game series is up to the choices you make. The story is tailored by how you play, unless you know your saves get deleted for no apparent reason other than the fact that this game is a buggy piece of crap. But hey, other than that, totally tailored by how you play. When Memorial Auditorium. Ah, the stuttering. I just love it. One of us more than the other, Alfred, old boy. This can be true. You mean to tell me you believe that, Alfred? You mean to tell me you knew about that? You can't amass that kind of wealth without making certain moral compromises. It's just not possible. That kind of money taints you. You kept their secrets for them. I'm trying to help you understand and try harder. Hill greased the wheels of politics. Falcone was the muscle. Thomas legitimized the whole enterprise with his name. Your father, Hamilton Hill, and Falcone. They were partners. Nothing happened in Gotham without them knowing. Why didn't you tell me earlier? You knew all that and you never let on. You're behaving like I was part of the conspiracy. But you knew about it and you didn't tell me. I had my suitcases ready. I couldn't stand to be around your father anymore. But then they were killed and you were all alone and I just couldn't walk out the door. Everything I did, everything I've ever done, was out of love for you. I hope you can forgive me. How could I hold this against you? You're all I've got, Alfred. Thank you. I won't let you down again. Thank you, Alfred. We all make mistakes and I understand Alfred's is out to protect me from all this. When the police called me to collect you, I thought they'd finally arrested your father. I couldn't believe a lowlife thug like Joe Chill would have the audacity to rob and kill Thomas Wayne. He was simply too well-known, too, too big. Perhaps he didn't even realize that there it was. Perhaps children know him. Wouldn't Chill just run when he recognized him? Wow, that's a fair assumption. I had a doubt or a fault called someone else had an interest in my father's dead. In 20 years you've never wavered from that story. I can recall every moment of that night in vivid detail. Detail? Maybe that's wrong. Sometimes we block out things we don't want to face. Maybe there was some detail I overlooked. We are going to investigate 20-year-old crime in a side alley that looks like this. Come on, Bruce. Are you sure this is going to help? I will send him to jail, of course. I take him to jail just like any other criminal, but he's not just any criminal, is he? No, but that does not mean he deserves. No one wants to Joe Chill, Bruce. Different behavior from me. He thought he was invincible. Sadly, he was mistaken. I just can't picture him as a criminal. Not the kind I deal with. In that moment, he was simply your father. This is a night for revelations, boys and girls. And not the kind I enjoy. He's got countless times at that theater. How long did it play there? Only when you wanted to see him, Bruce. Your mother arranged the special screenings personally. I never knew that. She was always so good to me. I've always been curious about the different versions, so they're there. With my father pleading, you don't have to do this. And the gunfires. And after that, there are considerable gaps in that recollection. Ah, there. Something suggests to me that whether you want to know or not, well, it doesn't really matter now, does it? Oh. So it wasn't a money at all. So he made it look like a mugging. But it wasn't a mugging at all. Both. Of course, it's going to be the pearls. Time to go and have another talk with him. Perhaps I should have stopped him. Would be easier to talk with him in the hospital, I suppose. Oh, well. Too late for regrets. Oh, that was rude. And I appreciate it. Get that hard, okay? And it means a lot to me. I know it does, Bruce. It doesn't make it any easier. The last time we crushed shoulders with Falcone, the press made us pay. Oh, yes, they did. And Bruce, tell me what this is about. Look, I'm all for blind support. But I should at least know what I'm getting myself into. All right, all right. I think Falcone put a hit on my parents. Wait, what? Bruce, that's terrible. That's why I have to speak with him. I have to know for sure. I'm not sure if it was a good idea to tell him about it. Just try and keep it cool in there. I will. I don't want any headlines taking away from my debate with Hill. Dent, Mr. Wayne, welcome to the GCPD. Thank you, Lieutenant. Now, ordinarily, we'd never let you in to see Falcone, but that must be nice to have a DA in your pocket. Mr. Wayne, bend the rules whenever you need it. Harvey's not in my pocket, Lieutenant. He always does what he thinks is right. Well, it's lucky you're interested in the line. Indeed it is. God, I'm bullshitting myself. He's not getting off the hook, Renee. Not this time. Mr. Wayne, Sergeant Renee Montoya. I just wanted to say, you know, some of us police support you, despite what the media is saying. Thank you. That means a lot. That really does mean a lot. We're keeping Falcone in the infirmary. He's lucky he didn't get roughed up more. I could tell Batman wanted to kill him, but he held back. That's what he does, Debutt. He cares about doing the right thing. We're lucky to have him. Well, whoever he is behind that mask, I say, Gotham's lucky to have him. Now, it's great to know he's out there watching over the city. Isn't Harvey publicly against him? Say what you gotta say. Oh well, politics and personal perceptions. Quite different. Episode two. Perhaps this time, my saves will not get deleted. Falcone, old boy, our children of Arkham. Please don't tell me we're going to send Falcone in Arkham. That would be, like, worse idea ever. My own wife can't get in this scene. Good thing I'll be out of here in a week. Just like every other time they tried to put me away. You look like you tangled with the wrong guy. This is nothing. You should have seen me before I became boss. Well, that gets my relative confidence. Your father had sold me back together. Yeah, that's right. Tommy and I were close. So I got it. More than friends, more like cousins. Until you hired Joe? Until you sent Joe Chill to kill him. So that's what this is really about it. The pop digging up a 20-year-old killer. Two killings, and they were never forgotten. You and me, we're practically family. I thought you'd have figured that out by now. I try to get through to you a dense party. You? You showed me the door. Got a little cross for a birthday present I was never able to give you. Convince me then. Tell me a story. That's so weird. There it is. Now I get you hooked. Oh boy. Your father, Hill, and me, we ran this city. Still do. Still do? Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but my father has been a wolf for a while. I'm not going to hurt him as Bruce Wayne. That would be kind of... It would. What kind of son did Thomas Wayne make? I need you, Coherent, or you would be gone already. There it is. That Wayne streak. Much better, kid. Thank you. Just you like that reminds me of your mother. No. Your father may have been the doctor, but Martha, she had the human touch. You're going to talk about my mother. No. Did you take her from me? Tell me that. Who did? You can't trust anyone in Gotham. At least of all those you call friends. Your parents let that down. It's the penguins. Your parents let that down. No. Your parents let that down. No. Your parents let that down. No. Your parents let that down. No. Whoa. What the hell? Kill this four. No one gets in or out. Go. Bloody. Okay, that's one way to deal with Alcone. Anyway, I know who did it. I know who killed my parents now. I don't know if in-game I know it, but I have figured it out. Deep shit. I bought us some time, but not much. Word's going to get out sooner or later. Do something like this. Because she's crazy. I found his biggest crime lord in our grasp. Something was wrong with her. This close. I don't, I don't know. I hardly recognized her when she burst in. She was so different from the woman we met in the hall. It's a disgrace. Another officer gone rogue. It just doesn't make any sense. She'd never do anything to hurt the department. Which means that someone got to her with the neurotoxin. That's it. How can I run against corruption when our own cops are redecorating the precinct with their prisoner's brains? Listen, we got to get out in front of this. We got to spin it as best we can. Issue a statement saying that we have the shooter in custody. Details are still coming in and that we're investigating. The usual. Slow down, Harvey. We need the facts first. The simple fact is she walked in and shot him. Then we need the complex facts, like how and why. Exactly. Lieutenant, Mr. District Attorney, Falcone's lawyers are here. Christ. Well, this is going to be a shit show. Still need answers. Tell me if she says anything. I have to know why she did this. Alfred, Falcone's been murdered. I'm looking into it, but I'll need access to the back computer for anything I find. Connection is on. iPhones are so great. Alfred, I'm going to try and confirm some suspicions of mine. She's been touched with the... Oh, I can see the entry point of the needle. See? Okay, let's first... Yeah. Hey, it's a Wayne phone, not an iPhone. Yeah, exactly. What? Why would I...? What was that thing? What's going on? Oh, but I got this awful feeling something terrible happened. What do you remember? Sergeant, you have to think. What do you remember? Falcone. I was hoping it wasn't real. I believe you were drugged, Sergeant. I... It would explain a lot. Listen, you have to believe me. I talked big about hurting dogs like Falcone, but I would never, never betray the lieutenant. Everything is so foggy. I remember a sharp pain. I can see how Harvey is going to spin this. Then I just felt light. Like I could do whatever I wanted. No guilt. No consequence. Yup, there's definitely some sort of a new agent. Twisting Falcone was going to get off. Similar thing happened to that officer who clawed into the criminal. I had to. No matter what. The reasons why I shouldn't. They were a million miles away. You have to remember more, Montoya. Try. I remember a hand on my arm guiding me like a parent with a child. The voice, it was saying something about revolution. Uh-oh, I knew it. Yeah, it should have. I found needle marks. Hey, get forensics in here now. She remembers a voice saying something about revolution. That's not much to go on. Yeah, I know. If you're bringing forensics in, let's get Bruce out. Agreed. Alfred, I gotta get back to the matter. Got a lead on whoever's behind this. Bruce. So, Vicky Vale. Journalism, integrity in the flesh. The Russian PD have been telling stories about some kind of lockdown? I'm sorry, Vicky, I don't have time. Don't brush me off. Where is there were shots fired near where Falkoni was being held? Know anything about that? I mean, you must have been back there when it happened. Always digging for a story, huh? So it's true. I didn't say that. Listen, I owe you for those files on Falkoni. I got a lot of credit because that's for that story. Oh, I gave you the files. Interesting. All right, all right. I'll play it your way, Vicky. I need to give me something I can use. Who fired the shots, a cop? I can tell by the way you're brushing me off that something happened. Just give me something to run with. A police sergeant, Renee Montoya. Wait, sergeant Montoya. You didn't get this from me. I'm not sure if this was good. I should have told her that she was under the influence of some sort of a nerve agent. Oh boy. I do believe I just made a mess. Sorry, half. I found the dogs. It's ironic that Falkoni died at the hands of someone drugged with his chemicals. Who'd have guessed that how he'd meet his maker? Prone in his sick bed surrounded by police who were ordered to protect him. Murder at the hands of Montoya. That's not justice. Whoever did this was judge, jury and executioner. No one should act as all three. I hope he tried to do something before he was killed. He did. What did you learn from him? Practically family, he said. Family? Funny, I don't recall any Sunday dinners with the mob. We need that, but you know. Yeah, well I suppose that makes sense. Your father killed him and Falkoni would have balanced each other out. Politics, entertainment, business and illegal activities. Such charming trinity. Why am I not surprised? Bloody hell. Let's check out the dog sample. Let's next. The reaction was messy. We're out of control. Both compounds seem stable, but they're quick to fall apart. Whoever processed it knew what they were doing. What could the creators of such a drug possibly have in mind? Care, revolution, but dragging others to fight them for you? With this drug they can exploit anyone's baser impulses. The things they would otherwise control. Your drones are in position to triangulate Cobble Pot's location.