Witchblade s01e11 Episode Script

Previously on Witchblade: If you're watching this means that I'm already dead.
- Dad? - I believe the White Bulls have been operating in the department for decades.
Tell me everything there is to know about the White Bulls.
The plan was to gaslight Pezzini, make her do something stupid.
Plans change.
Sara Pezzini, you are under arrest.
- Sara, this way out.
- I wouldn't, Sara.
- He's a White Bull.
- He's lying, Sara.
- There is one person you can trust.
- Who would that be? The last wearer of the Witchblade was named Elizabeth Bronte.
American spy in World War II.
She was a real Mata Hari.
That's you, Sara Pezzini.
You wanna explain this to me? I wish I could.
Sara Pezzini is a lioness, but worthless as a pet and yet, invaluable for the blood that courses through her veins.
And it's her blood you covet.
- Leave this one alone.
- What are you not telling me? - Nothing.
- Yeah, now who's lying? Gabriel, I don't want to put you in danger.
- Like I'm scared.
- Like you should be.
If there's ever a reason for the expression: "Shoot first and ask questions later," that reason is named Sara Pezzini.
Sara Pezzini, A New York City detective drawn into a chance encounter with a supernatural weapon.
Each day, each mystery, each encounter, will ultimately reveal her true destiny.
Mark but this flea, and mark in this How little that which thou deniest me is.
It sucked me first and now sucks thee And in this flea Our two bloods mingled be.
This flea is you and I, And this our marriage bed.
This cannot be said.
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead.
Yet this it enjoys before it woo And pampered swells With one blood made of two.
I know you're there.
Don't be shy.
Come on out here.
Okay.
I can see that I'm gonna have to lure you out then.
You know you want me.
Come on, admit it.
Would it help if I read to you a little? Though use make you apt to kill me This flea is you and I.
Oh.
Hi.
God, you scared me.
- You were right.
- I was? - Excuse me? - I do want you.
What? I can see the real you.
You're talking about the poem, right? All right.
You had her and you lost her.
My own hand-picked warriors.
I am profoundly disheartened that you let this witch slip through your fingers.
In the Bulls' defense, Pezzini is no average fugitive.
-Not only is she trained in police tactics -That's a bunch of crap.
She's not the first cop to turn rogue.
Not only is she paranoid as hell but she's got battle skills that are supernatural.
You know something? He's right.
She's some kind of witch.
I don't wanna hear that.
A witch.
You know what she is? You know what she is? She's a woman.
She's a woman.
For crying out loud.
You know, I I know she's tough, huh? Even scary.
Hell, she almost killed me in my own bedroom, so I should know.
But you guys are cops too.
You're elite cops.
And I picked you because you guys are tough.
Because you guys are scary.
You can't think of Pezzini as your problem.
You gotta think of her as your ticket.
Your change to shine.
Now, trust me, guys.
Hey, great things will befall the man who brings down Sara Pezzini, I swear.
All right.
Listen, guys.
Just below Pezzini on our agenda, a new item.
The disappearance of Kate Havilland, daughter of Congressman Roland Havilland.
She was last seen in the study lounge at UNY.
Pressure on this one is coming from City Hall.
And needless to say, the, uh, heartfelt gratification of an elected federal official can't help but further our cause.
Am I right? So I'm going to, uh, put one of our newest members in charge of this one.
McCartey, that's your baby.
All right, everybody.
Get to work.
Let's go.
Captain, I'm not exactly sure this is the best thing.
Come over here.
What's the matter with you, huh? You don't wanna look good in the eyes of important people? Myself included? No, no.
It's just I'm kind of all over the Pezzini thing.
Yeah.
I'm grooming you, kid.
Huh? If you find this girl and bring me Pezzini, you're set for life.
You hear what I said? You are set for life.
- Okay.
- All right.
Let's get to work.
IRONS: Well, as you can see, doctor I seem to be experiencing a little problem.
You look well.
Considering that your birth certificate says that you are 96 years old.
You never patronize me.
Don't start now.
I brought along a new injection.
A hyper-growth hormone from Paris.
Still in the testing stage but, uh, very promising.
The side effects are negligible.
Snake oil.
Kenneth, my specialty is genetics.
You're the one who insisted I become an expert on longevity.
- So don't criticize my suggestions before - I want the other.
Ian.
The last injection was less effective than the prior one.
That's why we're using a larger piece this time.
Her cells may be degenerating, unraveling.
Insects caught in amber.
Hominids frozen in snow.
Their genetics remain stable.
These will too.
He may be developing a tolerance.
An immunity to her.
Gentlemen, I'm the one who's dying here.
Prepare my little hors d'oeuvre, would you please? Pez? Pez, look.
- I need information.
- Fine.
Give me my What's Dante's next move? We got two priorities.
A congressman's missing daughter and you.
How much do you know about the White Bulls, Jake? - Only what I've told you.
- I don't believe you.
Hey, I'm trying to learn all I can here.
But Dante didn't become top dog by trusting outsiders.
Which is why I need you to help me impress him by finding this missing girl.
What are you talking about? I can't even show my face in our precinct and you want me to do police work? Now, has Dante given my situation any official status? Hell, no.
He's too worried about bad press.
The posse is a small group of hand-picked insiders.
Great.
Are they supposed to find me or kill me? Pez, have you thought about calling Internal Affairs or the FBI? Yeah, I thought about it.
But Dad figured there were Bulls even in I.
A.
And if I call the bureau and they question Dante about me Yeah, he does have a lot of ammo he can use against you.
My word against a 20-year commander.
You tell me everything there is to know about the White Bulls.
I have to do this carefully, do this right.
I have to line up witnesses gather evidence.
Then I can go public.
Well, then it sounds like we need each other.
Take my personal cell.
They've got yours traced.
At least that way, we can stay in touch while you think it over.
How do I know that yours isn't the one being traced? Because your partner says so.
Pez.
Towel.
Oh.
- Charlene.
- No.
- No what? - No whatever you ask me next.
In that case, you're gonna turn me down when I ask for your testimony? Yes.
I already helped you more than I should have.
I know.
I need you to make a statement about the Prospero McQueen murder.
The cop who killed him is dirty.
You swore I wouldn't have to come forward until you could guarantee my safety.
- I know that.
- Look at you.
- You can't even guarantee your own.
- If you help, I will.
No, no.
You got me out of jail for Prospero's murder.
I gave you a place to crash and hide out.
We're even.
If you put me on the witness stand against those cops I get a permanent bull's-eye on my back.
I'm not going there.
She won't help you.
You won't help Jake.
You're a big help, Danny.
Just pointing out that in your universe,parallel lines always meet.
What? Please, Danny.
I can't help Jake.
- Charlene can't help you.
- She can, but she won't.
You can, but you won't.
If you weren't dead I'd kill you.
You don't mean that.
You're right, I don't.
Of course.
Of all the gifts the Witchblade has given me the biggest one just might be you.
I know Jake needs my help, Danny, but what can I do? You guys, everybody back up.
I'm a police officer.
Lady, please.
Back up.
Tell me somebody called 911? Who's she? Stop! Aah! Stop! No! Stop! Aah! No! Hi.
Hold it.
Out of the way.
- McCartey.
- Jake.
- Pez? - You got a dead hooker in the morgue.
-I'll alert the media.
-No, she's no hooker, Jake.
- It's the congressman's daughter.
- How did you know? Who was that? Let's take a walk.
Where have you been? - I've been worried sick about you.
- Oh, thanks, Mom.
What's going on? This is a standard issue Smith & Wesson soft tip.
Except for one thing.
- Ha.
Holy - Do you think you can find out who in the city could and would tattoo a bullet this way? More precisely, who did this? Uh, I told you I have a client who collects police memorabilia.
He made me a standing offer for $50,000 for one of those.
Don't even think about it.
I'm building a case.
Connecting this to certain people might be the key.
- You're in deep, aren't you? - Gee, what gave it away? Look, do what you can to find the engraver.
- But be so careful.
- Yeah.
Don't worry.
No, all I do is worry.
I wouldn't even ask you to do something like this but I'm desperate.
Son of a bitch.
Coed by day, hooker by night.
No.
There's nothing from all the interviews I've done to indicate she had any dark side like that.
She spent most of her time studying.
My guess is the killer put her in that getup.
My God.
If I had a daughter and somebody did this If this m.
o.
Hits the tabloids, you know we're It won't.
We won't let it.
Good man.
Damn.
I gotta call the congressman.
What kind of sick freak does this to a girl? I don't know.
But whatever is wrong with him, it's terminal.
Don't move.
Don't even breathe.
If this were a recreational drug, it would outsell heroin.
It's merely the fountain of youth.
What would that sell for? If it loses its effect after a few doses? - If I didn't know better, I'd say - You don't know better.
I advise you to keep it that way.
That's not the way to talk to the man who helped usher you into existence, Ian.
Isn't working.
It isn't working.
Aah.
Look.
Blood.
Fresh blood.
Yeah.
Call VICAP.
Check for killers who dress their victims like prostitutes post-mortem.
- There's no indication this is serial.
- Whoever did this clearly got his jollies before and after and if that's true, he's not gonna stop.
- And this may not be his first.
- But VICAP? - Sometimes, the wait can be weeks.
- Rookie, her dad's a congressman.
Aikido some of that pressure and make it work for you.
Fine.
Meet me, my place, midnight.
- Maybe.
- We have to talk, it's Hey, Mr.
Bengstrom, thanks for staying open.
I appreciate it.
My doors are always open to an enterprising young man who knows the value of hard work.
Your reputation is growing, Mr.
Bowman.
- How may I be of service? - Um well, an engraved item has been offered to me for a very high price.
My research indicates that an authentic item of this nature may be worth the ask.
But, uh, I need to know if it's authentic.
Ha, ha.
Mr.
Bowman, if you want my opinion you'll have to be a little more forthcoming.
What kind of item? Ah.
Very high level of craftsmanship.
- Lot of work went into this.
- Your work? I wouldn't dare.
This appears to be done after manufacture.
Very dangerous.
May I ask who the seller is? Ha, ha.
Yes, you may.
- Unfortunately, I won't be able to answer.
- Heh.
Of course.
I understand.
Uh, perhaps you'd like to leave it.
- I could make a few inquiries.
- No.
Listen, uh please don't mention this to anyone, okay? Okay.
Thank you for your time.
I appreciate it.
- Take care.
- Good night.
Captain Dante.
I give you some scratch like this, the least you can do is share with me.
Some "scratch"? Yeah.
You know, uh, information.
Intel.
Data.
- Kiss me.
- Pez, you're a guy.
I trust you, Sara.
I have to roll the dice on someone.
So I'm gonna roll them on you.
Do you remember who you really are? He's a White Bull.
The price of admission will, uh, concern Sara Pezzini.
- We weren't gonna kill her.
- Plans change.
I'm in.
Keep going.
- What are you guys doing here? - Just open the door, McCartey.
Okay.
But if you guys are thirsty, I gotta warn you never keep more than one case cold at a time.
Three cold ones coming up.
- We need to - Yes, yes, yes.
Yes, Congressman Havilland.
Well, of course I'll be there.
Can we get you anything? Do you need a ride or? We're doing everything we can on that front.
In fact, the man who is spearheading this investigation is with me now.
I'll brief you when we meet.
We do too.
Take care.
Why'd you sic your dogs on me? - They made themselves known.
- What the hell were they doing? - Protecting you.
- Protecting me? From Pezzini.
You're forgetting her nocturnal visit to me the other night? Not smart, captain.
- Not too smart.
- Really? Enlighten me.
I had her.
She was there waiting for me.
Then Larry and Moe showed up.
I had to get loud to protect them.
- So you have been talking to her.
- You bet your ass I have.
You didn't keep me informed.
Because I was trying to prevent exactly what happened last night.
Look, you've seen her.
She's got instincts like some kind of wild animal.
Our only chance was to have Pezzini trust me.
- And you may have just blown that.
- All right, all right.
Hey, I was just worried about you, is all, huh? Oh, sweetie.
Stop him.
No! Stop the bad man.
Please.
No one else can.
Who did this? Terrible, isn't it? My name is Lee.
I was her departmental advisor at UNY.
Oh.
Uh, Sara.
I'm just a friend.
You.
You all right, Sara? Let's get you a chair.
Excuse me one second.
Jerry, get all the boys over here to MacCready Mortuary on West 71 st Street.
I just spotted Pezzini.
- My master needs you.
- Screw your master.
I'm sworn to serve him, and he needs you to live.
There was a man in front of me.
Did you see? If you come with me willingly, I can serve you both.
If you will not, one of us will die.
Well, it's not gonna be me.
Nottingham Aah! Ow! What the? Damn.
What, are you crazy? What are you doing? I did it to save your life.
Let go.
Son of a bitch.
Pez, it's me.
You got one chance, McCartey.
Make it good.
Listen.
We have to meet in person.
I don't trust these phones.
Wrong answer.
Dante gave me the bullet to use on you.
And I owe you an apology.
When I asked for help on the Havilland murder I mostly wanted an excuse to stay in touch.
- So I'll take it from here.
I don't - No, I'm on it.
I got something for you on your killer.
Meet me on the corner of George and Joan, I'll see you before you ever see me.
And, Jake, so help me if you're not alone.
I will be.
Stop.
I got you covered.
You're waiting for a bus.
Those guys last night, I didn't know.
I swear.
The bullet.
Why didn't you tell me the last time we met? Are you kidding, as jumpy as you were? I didn't want you any more freaked.
I was gonna tell you.
So you really did get in deep with these guys, huh? - They recruited me to get to you.
- Ah, that simple? Sara, I'm coming clean here.
I'm in with White Bulls.
Now, we have a chance of bringing these guys down.
Add this to your kit.
I got a friend tracing down who does the engraving on their bullets.
I'm gonna find him and make him tell me who places the orders.
That's great.
-You said you had something on my killer? -Yeah.
Tall guy.
Red hair.
Goes by Lee, pushing 30.
He claims to be faculty at UNY.
Check with the Havilland family and sorority house mother for anyone matching the description.
I hope you're right.
My VICAP sweep came back scary.
Killer with a dead hooker m.
o.
He's hit four colleges in the tri-states in the past two years.
He strikes three times before he moves on, always within a 10-day window.
Profile says he goes for innocent virtuous types.
Rapes and kills.
Then he dresses them up as whores.
Makes them into something dirty, something they're not.
No doubt trying to justify his own sins.
Hey.
Cupcake.
You got a problem with authority? What do you guys want? Aargh! Not what.
Who.
Uh, pfft I give up.
What the hell are you selling here? Well, that's a pre-Columbian funeral urn with the remains of a thousand-year-old Mayan princess.
Unh! - No kidding? People actually buy that crap? - Yeah.
Oh.
Tommy, this'll look pretty good on my patio, don't you think? - Yeah.
- Little flimsy though.
I think you'd let us wreck your whole shop and you wouldn't rat out that bitch.
Twenty bucks says you're wrong.
Ha.
Hey! You know, you're probably right.
A direct approach is probably quicker.
Where is she? - I don't know.
- Hold him.
Oh, yeah, you do.
Come on.
Sparky, we're going for a ride.
Gabriel? Gabriel? You're not gonna like this.
Dante's crew, right? Is he, um? - Have they? - Not yet.
Hurry.
Come on, come on, come on.
- McCartey.
- Yeah, thank God.
Check this out.
Our guy's name is Leeman Bostwick, pseudo-grad student at UNY who was tutoring Kate Havilland in English Lit.
-Jake -They met the night of the murder prior to her going to study.
I got a phone number, but it's just a cell.
Jake, is my friend Gabriel being held at the station? Definitely not up here.
I swung by Holding a little while ago, didn't see him.
Some of Dante's boys got him.
He was, uh He was doing some research for me, and I think he's in huge trouble.
- Hold on.
- Jake, I can't hold Burgess and Orlinsky are in Dante's office having a powwow.
Something's definitely going on.
Jake, you give me this Leeman's number and I will deliver him tied up with a bow, but you've gotta find Gabriel now.
Deal.
Keep the phone turned on.
He'll never be me but he's improving.
Excuse me, I'm, uh, Leeman Bostwick.
Are you the one who called to arrange a tutoring session? Yeah, that would be me.
Get out.
Why the hell should I do anything you ask? Well, to keep me from doing this: Get out.
Get out now, boy.
Uh, listen, man, my, uh, friend Pezzini is not gonna Shut up.
You think she's gonna let this go? - She's gonna tear you up.
- I said shut the hell up.
Yes, can I? Oh, hello.
Mr.
Bengstrom, is this the young man that bothered you last night? Uh, yes, Mr.
Bowman.
But I don't know that "bother" is - Why are you chasing me? - Why did you kill Kate Havilland? Aah! Why'd you do that? He was just an old man.
Well, if you found him, anybody could.
On your knees.
Listen, I got lots of cake, man.
And it's all yours.
Come on, man, don't do this.
This is nuts.
Hey, agent, don't do this, man.
This is nuts, okay? I'm just a kid.
I'm just a kid.
I don't know anything.
No.
- Please.
- I bet that's what Kate said.
You all right, man? Uh, y-yeah.
What's going on? This man bragged he was responsible for rape and murder of Kate Havilland.
- The congressman's daughter? - Yeah.
She wanted it.
She She begged for it.
So I gave it to her.
Detective Pezzini? Hey, McGrath, right? - Yes, ma'am.
- Hey.
I'm supposed to bring you in, ma'am.
Captain Dante wants to talk to you.
Talk to me.
Sorry, it's not gonna happen.
I'm not asking, detective.
If you wanna bring me in, you're gonna have to shoot me, McGrath in the back.
Behold.
Time runs two ways.
Ponce de León's own grail.
I still can't believe it.
Believe.
Ian.
Rest easy.
I know what you tried.
Had this experiment failed, I could have spared our fair lady.
But since it succeeded you know what you must do.
My life is in your hands.
Lars Bengstrom didn't make it.
You lost your witness.
- Charlene Bennett? - In the wind.
Can't find her.
Hmm.
-I still have Gabriel, thanks to you.
-He's underground too.
And the Bulls kept his bullet.
So I'm right where I started.
I'm actually behind where I started.
-No, you're not.
-Jake,look,I really appreciate your help.
Sara.
Ha, ha.
What Cracker Jack box did that? Wait a minute.
You're a fed? Field agent for the FBI, technically.
Department of Justice Task Force.
Believe me, I wanted to tell you.
I really wanted to tell you sooner but I had orders.
If you're a fed, what the hell are you doing posing as my doofus rookie partner? To bring down the White Bulls.
And now, thanks to you, I'm very close.
But we gotta get you out of sight and into hiding for safety.
No, Jake.
No way.
You're not taking me anywhere.
I'm finishing this.
I owe it to my father and Joe Siri.
I was hoping you'd say that, because I'm really gonna need your help.
I can't believe this.
FBI Agent Jake McCartey? Ha, ha.
It's like you always tell me nothing is what it seems.
Parallel lines always meet.
You good? Yeah.