Highlander: The Raven s01e22 Episode Script

# I'm gonna bust the binary bank # Tommy's got your protocol # Time for additional currency # Exchange Come on, baby! I been away so long.
Show me what you got.
Come on.
Don't make me beg for it.
Burnin' down your firewall.
I am the URLs man! Watch out, dog.
I'm on your butt.
So much for 40-bit encryption.
Oh, beauty! # Ridin' my joystick Aching to love Oh, you can run, but you can't hide.
Sweet! Excuse me, Tom.
Security breach.
I'm sorry, Tom.
Perimeter situation.
Time to back it up, baby.
# Download the mother lode # Beamin' to the Beemer Come on # Listen, why stay here long Smart old lady, come on Yeah! # Download alpha, beta, gamma # Na-na-nana-fo-fanna # Nina-nina-bohema # Whamma-whamma-hosanna Hello.
Somebody's home.
I thought we should meet face-to-face.
Be my guest.
I know everything about you.
Fiber optic T-1 digital uplink, sat descrambler.
Pentium envy.
I'm blushing.
And this sweet thing.
Janet, isn't it? Mmm.
Too bad she's your sister.
- Private dicks just aren't what they used to be.
- Neither are bank robbers.
Is that what you call it? Well, 10 million goes missing from a Swiss bank.
What do you call it? Magic.
Not magic.
The best hack job I've ever seen this side of black ops.
But there's one fail-safe you forgot.
- And that is? - Looks like we got a standoff.
Really? Son of a bitch.
I forgot to tell you.
I can reboot.
Excuse me, Tom.
I seem to have detected a virus.
Please shut down immediately.
I'm sorry.
She is immortal.
A thousand years old and she cannot die.
A creature of legend like the raven, a thief who stole the sun and the moon.
They sent a warrior to bring her back.
He found her.
Together, they brought back light to the world.
I was a cop.
To me she was just a thief, another day on the job.
But she wasn't-- She changed my life, changed everything.
And both of us knew from that moment on, nothing would ever be the same.
You said dinner.
I know.
I've got to cancel, sweetie.
Ohh.
Ah.
Janet, this is Nick Wolfe.
Janet Ross.
Hello.
Hi.
- How do you know each other? - Ah, from the British Gal-- I'm sorry.
I didn't catch that.
- I'm with the British Gallery.
- The British Gallery.
Yes, it's a gallery in Britain.
A couple of years ago, Amanda unloaded a trunkful of Renaissance clothing.
What can I say? The lady's a saint.
Then all the cops showed.
-I never did thank you properly.
-Not to worry.
Let's talk about dinner.
The police? Somebody stole the Bombay Ruby from the museum's vault the next day.
Now, who do you suppose would do a thing like that? Some seedy little criminal type, no doubt.
Well, it fooled Scotland Yard.
They never did suss it out, I mean, how he got in.
You know, I could probably help-- Let's talk about dinner.
Why are you canceling on me? My daft brother, Tom.
He's got this gig here in town.
That's okay.
The more the merrier.
Uh-uh.
You don't understand.
He's disappeared.
I don't know you from Adam.
Are you sure you're game? It's up to you.
But the cops can't do anything for 48 hours.
Okay.
"Tom Ross, private detective.
Specializes in computer crimes.
" Cyber dick, he calls it.
Cyber-- It says he was trained with Army Intelligence and then released? Mm-mmm.
He was actually dismissed.
Born rebel is our Tommy.
Who's he working for in Paris? I don't know.
He said it was something important.
So you went to his apartment last night and he wasn't there.
I've been there this morning-- nobody's seen him.
I've been to the cops-- they think I'm being hysterical.
Janet, if he's in Paris, I'll find him.
I hope you're right.
You are not a policeman.
Sure, I am.
Where's your uniform? Undercover.
Let's see some I.
D.
Uh, I.
D.
Uh, yeah, I left it in the car.
There was something here.
I didn't take nothing.
- Scorch marks.
- Cigarette butts.
Hey, is Monsieur Ross coming back? That's what I intend to find out.
He's overdue on his garage fees.
Two hundred francs.
Not my problem.
Okay, so I sell his car.
His car? Two hundred francs, Mr.
Policeman.
Nice.
Guy's missing, for 200 francs you're gonna sell his car.
You're all heart.
"In the event of my death.
" Doesn't sound like rock and roll to me.
Hello there.
Oh.
Think it's for you.
"Is Tom Ross Dead Or Missing? " Answer the question, please.
Yes.
A tease.
All right, my sweet.
I'm coming.
Talk to daddy.
Who's knocking at my door? Phone trace.
Locate source.
Right in town.
How convenient.
What the hell is all this about? Zelda's more fun.
Address search.
Cross reference municipal, police, tax, immigration records.
Wolfe.
Never heard of you.
Ah.
Ex-cop.
Perfect.
What's this? Amanda Montrose? Amanda.
Could it be? Time for a little search and destroy.
Transmit Merlin.
Excuse me.
I'm gonna go watch some paint dry somewhere.
I don't like the looks of this.
No, no, you don't.
It's a medieval hex symbol.
Cute.
Not so cute-- Aah! Champagne.
Champagne.
More champagne.
Yes, it sounds like a perfect evening.
Congratulations, Amanda.
You found me.
Peyton.
Sleep now.
Close your eyes.
He sleeps? Your son is comfortable, Your Grace, but there's nothing more I can do.
I do not want him comfortable.
I want him well.
We must bleed him again.
Oh, but look on him.
Vincent, my poor boy, he grows weaker by the day.
'Tis true.
A stranger fever I have never seen.
Dear Mother, be heartened.
Another potion of my own creation.
What potion? A healing fluid to conduct the vicious humors from his earthly shell.
The planets and stars align in perfect order.
Vincent's health is foretold by the heavens themselves.
With your kind permission, Father.
Yes, yes, son.
At once, Peyton.
Sip, dear brother.
Drink well of the elixir of life.
Pray tell, fair Amanda, what ails you? Curiosity.
Sorcery, mathematics, potions.
It's very bewildering for a mere lady-in-waiting.
And for what, we wonder, is this immortal lady waiting? Sir? Perhaps the ruby-encrusted crucifix that adorns our family chapel.
Sir, not at all.
Curiosity, as I've said.
For instance, this map of the heavens.
Regard.
Mmm.
The positions of the stars are represented by numbers.
When Jupiter is in the fifth house and Mars aligns with the North Star, behold the necromancy.
Thirteen, five, seven, nine, ten and seven.
Only numbers, surely.
More than numbers.
The prophecy.
A time when the heavens foretell greatness for those strong of will and desire.
And these? Tincture of mandrake.
Root of burum.
The stamens from the acanthus plant.
What do these foretell of? Ancient patterns and dark rhythms for the unwary.
Death, possibly? A poison in the guise of a fever, the afflicted sinking deeper and deeper until death mercifully claims him.
Such sound chemistry from a mere lady-in-waiting.
With Vincent dead, you stand to inherit everything.
Shall I kill you now? Pin your wings to a board like a beautiful, headless butterfly? But Vincent is your brother.
Not my blood.
I was a foundling, like yourself.
They took me in.
And you would repay them with murder.
Thousands of hectares of land, an ancestral fortune and one day perhaps a kingdom of my own forever.
What is one tepid youth or one slender neck compared to all that? You would destroy everything for me? Look around.
The Quickening would blast this chamber bare-- your experiments, your potions, dust in the blink of an eye.
In return for your life, I command from you a promise.
One of silence.
A promise you shall have.
But not one of silence.
I promise to expose your villainy to the count.
You devil girl! My father will never believe you! Still playing with potions and poisons? Uh, bits and bytes.
No, real magic is dead, I'm afraid.
People don't have the soul for it anymore.
Oh, and you do.
Computers are my alchemy now.
Push a button, and millions disappear from one bank to magically reappear in another.
It's not quite as dramatic as the old ways, but more effective.
That's fascinating, Peyton.
Why don't you tell me more? It's a warning, Amanda.
You stay out of it, or the next thing to disappear will be your beautiful head.
I understand you used to be a fighter, Mr.
Wolfe.
A brutal sport.
So hard on the hands.
- Anybody ever tell you you kick like a girl? - Not more than once.
Some unresolved issues, maybe? Look, let's talk.
No, better still, I'll talk, you listen.
Stay out of my business! - And if I don't? - Shall I demonstrate again? That one even hurt me.
Point taken.
I'm done.
Where's Tom Ross? Not here.
Or here.
Maybe here.
Francois.
Red wine, please.
Uh, yes.
Thanks for covering for George today.
Hi! What's your poison? I was wondering if Nick found anything.
He didn't tell you? Tell me what? He had to go out of town, to Washington.
Washington? What the hell is he doing in Washington? Oh, it's all very confidential, very hush-hush.
But the local police are very good.
I think you should just be patient.
Patient? Easy for you to say.
Tom's still missing.
He could be dead.
I don't know.
I thought you said I could trust him.
Janet-- Janet? Guess you missed your plane, huh? I'm missing something here.
Thanks for bailing on me! Do I look like someone who's bailed on anybody? What happened to you? Never mind.
I'm sorry, Janet.
I can't tell you anything about your brother yet.
You think he's dead, don't you? Ohh! Janet.
You told Janet I was off the case? I did it for her sake as much as yours.
Yeah, right.
Look, Peyton's been a murdering bastard for 800 years.
Janet's brother is missing.
It's not gonna take Einstein to figure this out.
So you just send her away? What's your plan? You gonna go another 20 rounds with Peyton? You gonna tell Janet what he is? Well, go ahead.
No, I wanna nail the son of a bitch.
Good luck.
He's a killer anda magician.
Look, Nick, you found him once and you're still alive.
Some people haven't been so lucky.
I tell you-- your son Vincent is not sick.
He's been poisoned.
Poisoned? By Peyton.
How dare you! Peyton is my son.
What you suggest is treason.
I beg you-- Did you not notice a change in Peyton when he returned from the Highlands? My son had been on a grueling adventure.
We thought him dead.
When he returned, we felt only joy.
'Tis true, though, my dear.
Aside from his newfound passion in the occult arts, he is different now.
Do both you women conspire against me? I have proof of what I claim.
Your life will be forfeit if you do not.
I'm shocked, Father.
That I would inflict such horror on my own brother? There is no poison here.
Only healing herbs and flowers.
Very well.
How do you resolve this? You see? This woman conspires against me, against our family.
We must be rid of her! Oh, my dear! Stop her! She's mad! What could possibly kill this rat? Mandrake, burum, acanthus.
These are not healing herbs, Your Grace, but poison.
Your own brother! That simpering, mewling creature could never command a people, an army.
If there is a right heir, it is I.
My son! How could you? I was never your son! I was your charity! Then last year I was reborn.
God reached down his mighty hand and snatched me from the very maw of death and made me immortal.
Immortal? You're mad.
Immortal.
Why else should I be spared but to rule? It is only because you are my son that I grant you your life.
But you shall never rule! I banish you from my land forever.
As you wish.
Of course, Father.
If Your Grace could only grant forgiveness on my exile.
Never.
Leave us now, before I summon the executioner.
My husband! Demon, what have you done? A special poison of my own creation.
Do not worry, Father.
You will not linger as poor Vincent has lingered.
The antidote, or you die.
What is death to us but an illusion? Count Van Der Meer was dead within the hour.
So what's Peyton into now, besides murder? You met him.
He's not exactly the chatty type.
Are you okay? I guess he caught me harder than I thought.
Time to go to work.
I don't feel good about this, Nick.
Look who's here.
Our lead soprano.
So, how you feeling, Wolfe? - I'll heal.
Give me a couple of days.
- Think so? Amazing what undertakers can do with makeup.
- What's going on, Peyton? - A little insurance.
Your friend's just inhaled a slow-acting poison.
My own recipe, I might add.
Twenty-two hours and counting.
- What do you want? - Breathing space.
A mere 12 hours.
You stay out of my affairs, I'll give you the antidote.
Well, you can't get it if you kill me.
Ain't payback a bitch? Catch! We'll just find another doctor.
And they'll tell me exactly the same thing.
They've never seen anything like it.
They'd like to hold me for observations.
By then I'll be dead.
We're gonna work this out.
The way out is Peyton.
Why don't you just rest here a second? Yeah.
Nick-- Oh, no.
You're not gonna give me another of those "A day is like 1,000 years" speeches, are you? You know, for some a thousand years is like a day.
You're not going to die.
Not today, not tomorrow.
I promise you that.
You been saving up for a miracle? Come on.
Janet? Is he okay? Oh, he's been better.
What's up? I got a letter today.
From my brother.
It's a hard copy of Peyton's paper trail.
It was posted on the day he disappeared.
He must have known what he had was hot.
I don't understand.
What's this chap got? From the looks of it, I would say $100 million.
What? Yeah.
Quite a little nest egg.
Yeah.
Your brother was following Peyton for months.
He must have known he was stealing millions and just socking it away.
One hundred million? Mm-hmm.
And this is the trail of the last 10 million.
Are you okay? Yeah.
So, Peyton was hacking into banks, embezzling money digitally and then moving it around with the computer program.
Yep.
Five minutes in Zurich.
- Then to Montreal.
Then back to Paris.
- Why? To keep the accounts, the money, everything ahead of a bank investigation or audit.
Until today.
3:00, the money trail ends at the Bank of Lutetia in Paris, in a numbered account.
Which is why he couldn't leave town.
We got him.
Right? We got him.
Now the trick is to draw him out in the open, piss him off.
- How? - Well, Tom did a great job.
But he didn't get us the account numbers.
Numbered bank account.
Right? Right.
So whoever has the account number can withdraw the money.
Right? Right.
But the problem is, we don't have the account numbers.
- Thirteen-- - Five-- Seven, nine ten, seven.
Greatness comes from heaven.
I wonder which house Jupiter is in today at 3:00.
Speak English.
Peyton's methods may have changed over the years, but not his madness.
He'll gaze to the heavens to find that magical account number.
All you do is go in there, take a deep breath and act like you own the place.
I still think you're the front-runner.
I can't go in there.
If Peyton sees me, he knows me.
He's never seen you.
Are you close by? Honey, I'll be right around the corner.
Have courage.
It's gonna be okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Deep breath.
Okay.
Bye.
Peyton.
You can't stop me.
I could slow you down.
I wonder what it'll be like to die.
Maybe you'll see a warm white light and those old folks from home waiting to take you by the hand.
Or maybe there'll be nothing waiting but cold and darkness.
I'll live long enough to spit on your grave.
You think so? There's that burning, searing thing again.
Smaller dose, it could've taken you weeks to die.
You should be thanking me.
Thank you.
Whoa! What just happened? I don't know! How are you feeling now, Wolfe? I feel like a million bucks.
Make that 10 million.
So many presidents, so little time.
What's a girl to do? A hundred million dollars.
If I was an immortal sociopath, what would I want with that much money? Janet Ross.
How did you find me? Maybe I'm psychic.
Or maybe you paid for your hotel with a credit card.
No, the point is, we're together.
What have you done with Tom? Tom? First things first.
My money.
No.
I want to see my brother Tom.
Ask, and ye shall receive.
We'll take your car.
Here.
Maybe you should go lie down.
It took you long enough.
I had a little errand to run.
So, how are those abdominal cramps? Builds character.
Pretty soon now your throat will start to constrict.
It'll get harder and harder to breathe.
And then the pain.
You ain't felt nothing yet.
Go ahead.
Pile it on.
We've still got 10 million of your dollars.
And I've got your antidote.
Not to mention the lovely Janet.
It's too bad she didn't have the money.
Okay.
Where and when? Oh.
Nick.
Nick! All right.
Ready.
Or not.
Just resting.
Ouch.
- You'd better get going.
- I'm not leaving without you.
You've got a meeting with Peyton.
You don't need to be worrying about me.
Look, we started this together, we finish it together.
Okay? Why did you have to kill Tom? Too smart.
You see, if two people know a secret, it's a trick.
But if only one person knows a secret, it's magic.
Come on.
Oh! You sure this is the place? Oh, yeah.
You go.
I can't make it.
No! Okay.
You stay here.
Look, if I don't live-- Then Peyton doesn't.
Stay here.
That's pretty impressive.
You're getting better in your old age.
You robbed me of my kingdom once, Amanda.
My chance to rule as a nobleman.
Believe me, it's not gonna happen again.
A hundred million dollars? I thoughtIhad expensive taste.
Oh! Thank you.
I'm okay.
Oh, God.
What's happened to you? Are you okay? Go! Go! What's this about? A hundred million buys you an island or a whole country? The psychopath who would be king? What the hell are you doing? Magic.
Or in this case, computer magic-- holograms.
Only one of me has the power to kill you, Amanda.
But which one? Which one? Which one? Which one? Which one? I have the antidote! We both know there never was one.
- What did you do? - Wolfe.
I'm not leaving without you.
Lovely.
No! Hey.
Hey.
So, I guess this is good-bye, huh? Amanda.
Yeah? Give the money back to the bank.
- I want you to forgive me.
- For what? For this.
You're not gonna die.
You're going to live.
You're immortal.
How long have you known? Since the day we met.
Which is why you told me what you were.
Yeah.
And because I trusted you with my life.
But you didn't bother to share it with me.
- It wasn't my place.
- But it was your place to shoot me? Immortality is triggered by a violent death.
The poison Peyton gave you was slow-acting, and it would kill you forever.
Only you couldn't just let that happen.
No.
But it wasmylife.
Well now it's your life forever.
I've given you a gift.
You call this a gift? Yeah.
Hundreds, maybe thousands of years of life, and all I have to do is go around decapitating people to survive, like you-- that's a gift? But you'll see things you never imagined.
You'll become things you never dreamed of forever.
It's something most people just dream about.
My friends, my family, everyone I've ever known or loved, standing by, watching them die? Not everyone.
It's not a dream.
It's a nightmare.
Once, everything was clear.
Good guys, bad guys, life and death.
Then you meet someone, someone you want to love, and it all changes.
Death brings life.
Life brings death.
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