Gotham: Twisted Together (Season 4 Revision)

Digging Graves

Oswald got out of his chair and hobbled to his coat and took it off the rack while he recited the riddle. He put on his coat. "Obviously he means the pier." He said. "I have a plan. But I'm gonna need Victor." He added. "Okay." Zsasz said. "I meant the other Victor." Oswald clarified. "Oh." Victor responded. "There's two of them?" Eliza asked. Oswald looked to her then gave a precious smile. "There is a lot for you to learn still." He said. "Victor, gather your men. We have work to do." He said. Victor and his men and Eliza, all left with Oswald and found Sofia and all of Falcone's old workers. Oswald hobbled in as Victor and Eliza and Victor's men, walked with him. "Go away or he'll find me!" Sofia told them. "Already did!" Oswald said. "How many graves did you dig?" He asked Victor. "Two. But they're roomy." Victor answered. He gave a sinister stare at Sofia and Falcone's old men. "Take them. I want to have a word alone with Miss Falcone." Oswald said. "You got it." He said. Victor's men started to escort Falcone's old workers out. Eliza was staring at Sofia. "Not yet." Oswald said. "Here Kitty Kitty..." Victor chimed as he was leaving. Eliza turned and walked to Zsasz. "Should get a bell around your neck." He said as she walked out the door.

They left with Falcone's men and took them to the graves. "Your first kill." He said and gave her a gun. "Listen, once you do this there is no going back." He said. She aimed at one of the men standing by the grave. "No! No please! I'll do whatever you want!" He begged. Victor laughed. "Get a load of this one! He's begging to work for us!" He said. "Pull the trigger." He commanded and looked at her. His eyes were fixated on her. "Pull the trigger. And I'll reward you." He said. She breathed in deep and pulled the trigger back. A hole bore in the man's head and he collapsed backwards into the hole in the ground. She dropped her arm and the others were pegging off the last three. Who collapsed into the graves. Victor looked to his men. "Well don't just stand there! Bury them!" He commanded. They headed for the shovels and she stepped forward but he grabbed her arm. She paused and stared ahead. "Not you." He said. She took a step back and stood by the car then handed his gun back to him. He took it from her and stuck it in the holster then stood in front of her. Placing his hands on the hood of the car, he looked down at her. She was staring at his chest, then she looked up at him. "You done good, Pussycat." He said. Then he licked up her neck. She gasped and looked to the ground as he pushed off the car. He rested his back against it and held his hands respectively in front of himself while they both watched his men bury the bodies.