Or, you know, something very similar to that. When Jim arrives on the scene and is all like “but why would you frame the guy with hepatitis for a drunk driving incident,” Uncle Frank is like “you’re right that doesn’t really make sense” and shoots himself in the head. Turns out, it was Uncle Frank who ordered the hit on his own brother all those years ago. Starting, foremost, with himself Jim Gordon’s storyline took the midnight train from his uncle’s sketch cabin in the woods back into the thick of it, as Gotham City’s premiere gritted jaw with legs worked to discover the secrets of his family’s connection to the Court of Owls. That’s like kicking someone to death then framing a guy with no legs.
These bird-mask-wearing octagenarians straight out of the shitty True Detective season 2 orgy cult went and framed a dude who would die if he drank alcohol for a drunken car accident, my goodness. They are an insidious, omnipotent presence that also made such a kindergarten-ass botch-job planning the murder of Jim Gordon’s father that everything they do now seems 100-times more silly than intimidating. But this show is setting up The Court of Owls as the Court of Motherf*cking Owls. Well…that was dumb of them, right? I could even buy the fact that no one in the GCPD or Gotham’s hospital circuit noticed a man with hepatitis was sent to jail for driving under the influence “corruption” in the world of Gotham is like “the Force” in Star Wars. Yes, that’s correct: the all-knowing, all-seeing, Illuminati-esque shadow organization that has run Gotham City from behind the scenes for centuries set up a fake drunk driving accident, and they used perhaps literally the only person in Gotham who cannot drink alcohol to do so. It’s a cover-up, see, a flim-flam, a whoziwhatzit, all orchestrated by the Court of Owls. And if one can’t drink, one cannot kill your father in a drunk driving insistent. If one has hepatitis that is both chronic and persistent, two words that literally mean the same thing, one can’t drink alcohol.
DRUNK OR DEAD RIDICULOUSNESS DRIVER
Jim Gordon, using his trademark detective technique of “I’ll just ask Leslie about it when she gets in or whatever,” discovers the drunk driver who killed his father, Michael Ness, had “chronic, persistent hepatitis.”īut that can’t be, says our loveable and sure to die young alcoholic Harvey Bullock. So much like last week’s DeerGate dilemma, I can’t get around to discussing what was quite a good Gotham episode until I point out one particularly irksome bugaboo (also, “ Gotham: One Particularly Irksome Bugaboo” would only be a slightly less ridiculous episode title than “These Delicate and Dark Obsessions,” but I digress).
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