Gotham, Season 5

[Jeremiah has Gordon's daughter Barbara suspended by a rope at Ace Chemicals]

Jeremiah Valeska:
[As Gordon approaches, gun drawn] Come along, Commissioner! We're waiting. The party's raging, but it's well past the Princess's bedtime. It's funny, being back here. I can still feel my flesh sizzle as it melted away. It still burns, even now- oooh! [he suddenly lets the rope slide a little, causing Barbara to drop closer to one of the chemical vats]

Jim Gordon:
[To Barbara] I'm here! Everything's gonna be fine.

Jeremiah Valeska:
You think so? Personally, I'd say things are about as far away from "fine" as they could possibly be, Barbara Lee. What do I know? I did just spend the last ten years in the funny-farm [giggles].

Jim Gordon:
What do you want, Jeremiah?

Jeremiah Valeska:
[pretends to look around] ...Is there a "Jeremiah" here?

Jim Gordon:
So what do I call you?

Jeremiah Valeska:
Umm, I don't know. Call me...Jack! Mm, no, no, that's not right. Joseph! John, J... I don't know. I just... I feel something new, crawling from the primordial ooze that was me. Something... beautiful. [grins]

Jim Gordon:
How long have you been pretending to be brain-dead?

Jeremiah Valeska:
How long have you been pretending? That's a joke, I know you're not pretending. That's far enough, James. Ah-ta-ta. [he lets Barbara slide a bit further]

Jim Gordon:
But you still haven't told me. Why? Why keep pretending?

Jeremiah Valeska:
... I was waiting for him to come home. We're bound together, he and I. It's the one thing I knew for certain, the one thing... I knew was true. And then, he just...abandoned us. Do you know how it feels to have the one, the only thing you love, ripped away from you? [pause] Feels like this.

[He lets go of the rope, causing Barbara to fall.]

Jim Gordon:
NO!

[He grabs the rope and catches her, but Jeremiah draws a knife and stabs him in the shoulder, causing him to scream in pain]

Jeremiah Valeska:
[cackling] Disappointing as tonight was, I will say it is fun carving up "Fillet au Commissioner!"

[as he raises the knife again, a projectile suddenly knocks it out of his hand]

Jeremiah Valeska:
[draws a gun] Who's there? Whattaya want? Show yourself! Show yourself!

[He suddenly sees a dark figure approaching]

Jeremiah Valeska:
...You.