Witchblade s02e01 Episode Script

Left.
Uppercut, uppercut.
Come on, break it up.
Break it up, come on.
There you go.
There you go.
Come on! Yeah! Come on.
Get in there.
Are you okay? You want to keep going? Looks like you cost me a lot of money, bro.
Keep watching.
Are you sure? Let's go! WOMAN Midtown Museum will be closing in 15 minutes.
Please begin to make your way to the exits and thank you for coming.
- I heard Jackson wants another rematch.
- He's gonna have to wait another year.
Twenty-five G's to autistic kids.
That's pretty good, Pez.
- And how much did you win, fats? - I didn't bet.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Isn't it about time you hit Supercuts? - Huh? Eight bucks, babe.
It'll eliminate that Chia Pet problem you're having.
Hmm.
Think my hair's too long? Let's just say, it could be a tactical disadvantage.
What about yours? Hey, I'm a chick.
I'm supposed to be cute.
Oh, yeah.
Hey, killer.
Hey.
How are you doing? Some people might say that this borders on harassment, detectives.
We got three witnesses that put you next to Maria only three hours before she was murdered.
Well, who wasn't? Hey, don't I know you from somewhere? Magnificent, isn't it? Drop it! Hey, Pezzini.
Get your man? Not yet, Gallo.
Well, you got one of mine.
But I got more.
Don't do it, Pez.
Mr.
Irons you won't be disappointed.
I hope not.
She's everything you said she'd be.
Tell me again.
Why are we here? To keep an eye on Gallo.
I wanna know this guy's every move.
Well, how do you know Gallo's gonna be here? Because Jake McCartey has a contact that says so.
Jake McCartey.
Jake's a good kid, Danny.
Why would anybody leave San Diego to come here? It's not like he's even got family here.
Danny, Jake just gave me some information, man.
That's all.
I understand.
Forewarned, forearmed Grasshopper.
You okay? Uh, I don't know.
What the? Mr.
Irons, she's got it.
You won't be disappointed.
She's everything you said she'd be.
I wonder if this is from the museum.
You ever have one of those moments where you feel like something big just happened? Only you don't know what it was? Never.
You must be nuts.
Gallo and his posse.
Let's do it.
Let's not.
What are you doing? Something feels off, Danny.
Let's get out of here.
We've got time on our side.
For days you hound me about Gallo.
You know he killed Maria Buzanis.
You were like a Jack Russell tracking a sewer rat.
What are you saying, Danny? It's not like you, is all I'm saying.
Look, we will get Gallo.
Just not now.
- Dude.
- What? You gotta expand your sonic repertoire, man.
Retro's all right once in a while, but I'm really What are you talking about? I like this music.
Gets in my head in a good way.
It helps me conjure up verbal sales tools for the relics I hawk.
All right.
Well, what are you conjuring up for that thing there? Ah, I'm not sure yet.
All I know is that it used to belong to Winston Churchill.
- That's cool.
- Yeah, cool.
- Not as cool as Joan of Arc's gauntlet.
- Oh, yeah? Well, who is Joan of Arc and what's the deal with her gauntlet? She was this famous female warrior in the I saw it at the museum.
This gauntlet is supposed to be one of the most powerful talismans of power on the planet.
Oh, that's a good spin.
Yeah, well, it's no spin, man.
This thing is reputed to have enabled Joan to win all of her battles.
Legend has it that whoever wields it, has incredible, uh mental and physical powers.
What do you mean, whoever wields it? I thought this was Joan of Arc's.
- Yeah, it was.
- The next thing, you'll tell me this is you know, Arnold Schwarzenegger's old computer or something, man.
You wanted the Witchblade to choose.
I was hoping that the Witchblade would bond with Sara in a more violent way.
By now, she and the Witchblade should have left a trail of carnage but they haven't.
She's not sufficiently pliable.
Control the Witchblade, control the world.
At least can I arrange a meeting since you haven't even seen her yet? What makes you so sure of that? I have a new plan for the Witchblade.
Sara Pezzini is a homicide detective.
Perhaps one homicide will lead to another.
And another wielder will emerge.
Just think about it.
If it wasn't for Winston, we wouldn't be sitting here right now.
Why not? Because he kept England unconquered during World War II.
Have you got the vaguest references to what I'm saying? No.
Because this used to be Winston's it is somehow connected to the fact that we are sitting here right now.
You should be reading something besides binary software instructions.
Dude, check out this website, Wired Orb.
You know, I can make a phone call, right now and Debbie here, she would do anything that my black little heart desired.
You better be careful, you're gonna go blind.
- Keep them both hands on the mouse.
- Hey! - Lf you know what I mean.
- Hey, man, look who's talking.
A man cannot touch the petal of the nearest flower without influencing the course of the furthest star.
Everything is connected.
Every action has many effects.
I want you to get the Witchblade back, immediately.
DEBBIE You like that? - Yeah, I like that.
- How about this? - That's very nice.
- And that? - No Yeah, I like that.
Yeah, that's good.
No! No! Three shots to the head.
Close range.
No pity.
There was a professional in the house.
Excuse me.
Hi, I'm Detective Pezzini.
This is my partner, Detective Woo.
Christina Wales.
And this is Debbie.
Saving up to buy a last name? It's Buck.
Debbie Buck.
So you mind telling us what you saw, Miss Buck? I was taking a call.
Some big bastard came and threw Jeffrey into the room.
He had a gun, so I ran out.
But a second later, the man walked out.
When I looked back into the room, Jeffrey was dead.
How many gunshots did you hear? I wasn't counting.
What can you tell us about the man? He was big enough to be his own area code.
And he was wearing a stocking over his face.
That's it.
First, I thought it was some kind of a joke.
Can I leave now? Ahem.
Sure.
If you think of anything else, give us a call.
But we'll be calling you just in case, all right? Bye.
There's not much more than that I can tell you.
I was in the main office with Jeffrey when this man burst in and grabbed him.
By the time I got out here, it was all over.
Uh, what was your relation to Mr.
Gorta? We were partners.
I used to be a dancer for Jeffrey when he first started his company.
We got along, and he promoted me.
Taught me about the Internet.
Made me a partner in the interactive streaming operation.
Can you think of anyone who might wanna kill him? The Christian right.
Anyone from Utah.
There was a man a few years back.
He beat Jeffrey into a three-night stay at Lennox Hill.
And he was a cop too.
You have very pretty eyes, detective.
If you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to work.
The molar shows extensive discoloration.
Reddish-brown.
Vicky.
- Hey.
- Hey, Pez.
Heard I got a new subject coming in.
Yeah, a young guy.
It was a hit.
Jeffrey Gorta, right? - You've heard of him? - Yeah, I just read about him.
The guy was worth something like $ 10 million.
This, on the other hand, is a conundrum.
I've done extensive scientific research on it, and I can tell you categorically it's not from the display at the Midtown Museum.
- Really? - Yep.
I got a brochure, which lists every item that was on display there.
And that bracelet wasn't a part of it.
I even called the curator to be sure.
Uh, it's really the weirdest thing.
I have no idea how I got this.
Hmm.
It's kind of nice, though.
I'll take it if you don't want it.
Thanks, Vic, that's awfully big of you, but, uh, I think I'll hold onto it.
- Finders keepers.
- All right.
Sara.
Sara.
Her name is Sara.
- What's up? - Same pile, different day.
What are you doing? The ex-cop you wanna interview as a potential suspect is named Arnold Buck.
I ran a check, turns out he wallpapered a SoHo tavern two years ago with our dead porno-slag.
Huh.
The girl at Wired Orb was named Debbie Buck.
I wonder if there's a connection.
- Thanks, Jake.
- No problem.
Come on in.
It's unlocked.
Arnold Buck? Hi, I'm Detective Pezzini, I'm with New York Homicide.
What do you want? - Just to ask you a few questions.
- About what? A man named Jeffrey Gorta was murdered today.
- That's a frigging pity.
- You knew him? You know I did, or else you wouldn't be here, would you? Can you tell me where you were at about 1:00 today? Yeah, I was right here watching The Bold and the Beautiful.
- Was anybody with you? - Jack.
- What precinct were you with? - Thirty-third for 25 years.
I was involuntarily discharged one month before I would have become eligible for my pension increase.
And my promotion.
Gorta? I beat the living hell out of him.
I'm not a slacker, lady.
I really did try to kill him.
But he had this banshee girlfriend that hit me on the head with a pipe.
I still get migraines.
I figured you guys would show up soon.
Why did you attack him, sir? He systematically got my daughter all messed up.
Booze and drugs and started using her to dirty dance on his websites.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, me too.
So where's your daughter now? I don't know.
The last thing she said to me was how much she hated me.
Ah, she was a sweet kid there for a while.
I like to think that she still is.
I would give anything just to be able to talk to her to get to know her again.
Whatever it is that she's doing now, I just hope it's not the same thing.
You're kind of young to be working Homicide, ain't you? You're kind of old to have a Ha.
Yeah.
I'm a late bloomer.
It's too bad my little girl is the opposite.
My father was a cop too.
He was killed when I was just a kid.
Well, uh Try to take it easy on the Jack, will you? Ah.
It's him who's gotta take it easy on me.
Who are you? My name is lan Nottingham.
I work for Kenneth Irons.
The Kenneth Irons who owns the half of the city Trump doesn't want? - Yes.
- Really? - Why are you following me? - Because you're wearing the Witchblade.
What? That bracelet.
It belongs to Mr.
Irons.
Would you like to come with me to see him? I think he would really like it if you returned it to him personally.
Returned it? I never took it.
It was in the display case at the Midtown Museum.
Listen, bright eyes, I don't know who you are, and I don't believe that this This thing came from that display, okay? All I saw was some kind of metal gauntlet that supposedly belonged to Joan of Arc.
The Witchblade is capable of changing forms.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Ha.
And I'm sure that Mr.
Irons has much more important matters to tend to.
So you can tell him I'm keeping my little Cracker Jack prize, okay? I will relay the message to Mr.
Irons.
Excellent.
You do that and stay the hell away from me.
Go home.
Now.
I told you everything I knew the last time I saw you.
- What the hell do you want? - For you to listen.
I don't bat lefty, detective, so save your strength.
Shut up.
I'm here because of your father.
- I don't have a father.
- Yes, you do.
I don't.
And as much as the current fashion demands that we blame our parents for every little damn thing that goes wrong in our lives I'm here to tell you, Debbie, that it's a damn lie.
And a deadly one.
- How is he? - He's Ionely and he loves you very much.
There's no forgiving some of the things that I've done.
Oh, honey.
Why don't you let your father make that call, okay? Look, Debbie I know nothing about your life, and I'm no good at blowing smoke but I know things are gonna get worse if you don't make it right with your father.
I wouldn't even know what to say.
You don't have to say anything.
Just knock on his door.
Please.
What do you mean, you couldn't get it back? She refused.
You should have cut it off her arm.
You have trained me since my childhood to protect the next Witchblade wielder.
I was not capable of harming her.
I have trained you to do my bidding.
Lan I have also taught you to be rigorously impeccable in your speech.
And I think you're a lying, infatuated child.
Sara Pezzini has no idea of the power she now possesses.
And she would have no reason not to hand over the Witchblade immediately.
The longer she is with it, the more difficult it will be to retrieve.
She is a destined wielder.
And I am the wielder of destiny.
Sara Pezzini is mired in pedestrian concepts of right and wrong.
Unable to transcend good and evil.
Unable to do what is necessary.
Just as you seem to be unable to do what is necessary.
Although I'm dismayed by your lack of moral fortitude and your myopic judgment I am not surprised.
You have fallen under Sara Pezzini's spell, yeah? Mm-hm.
But I've been prepared for such a possibility.
Christina.
Christina is going to help you get the Witchblade back.
And in return, I may grant her the opportunity to wear it.
This would be a mistake.
The Witchblade chooses its wielder.
You have also taught me that since I was a child.
You're destined to fail.
I had a recent dream in which Sara Pezzini did continue to wield the Witchblade.
And in my dream, my vision, lan, she killed you.
Defied me and irrevocably pierced the veil of time, of causality.
I had the same dream.
The same omen.
Perhaps now that the Witchblade is once again in play, once again fluid I can control the direction in which it flows.
Sara Pezzini must die.
Preferably in shame and fear.
But this woman is certainly not from the wielder's bloodline.
She has not been chosen.
The Witchblade chose Sara Pezzini.
She is a peasant.
Once in a great while the Witchblade benefits from a bond outside of one of the chosen bloodlines just as most royalty often does.
So if I do decide to let Christina wear the Witchblade she will have been chosen by me.
Your arrogance is astounding.
Thank you.
Christina has had certain experiences that make her hunger for what the Witchblade has to offer.
She is angry.
Upon her wrist the Witchblade will be sublime.
I have had my eye on Christina for a long time.
Lan, please help her with her plan to make Sara Pezzini a faux pas.
A small misstep in the glorious history of the Witchblade.
By tomorrow, Sara Pezzini will be a disgraced humiliated, and inert ex-wielder.
I'm telling you, I know what to do about the Pezzini situation.
- Stay away from that one.
She's trouble.
- That's right.
- Pezzini.
- Gallo.
I had nothing to do with Maria Buzanis.
See, I don't believe you.
No kidding.
Look, I know she was a friend of yours but that girl was destined to die young.
Yeah? And you were destined to die naked, middle-aged and covered in your own piss.
All right.
All right.
I can tell you something.
How about it, Tommy? That big hit that went down today that Internet guy it's his partner.
The girl.
She's the one that put the paper out on him.
That's all I know.
Please! Don't do this! Somebody help me! - Hey, hey.
- Please, somebody help me! Hey, calm down.
What's going on? Take it easy, fella.
Calm down, all right? Do you and Irons really believe all that crap you were spewing? Do you really believe the thing is that powerful? It's that powerful because we believe it is.
You did your task well.
Yes.
Bad girl.
Thank you.
What do you want more than anything? - Revenge.
- On whom? The world.
- What else? - Everything else.
Everything else, all at once.
Elaborate.
Power.
Fame.
Experience.
Wealth.
Immortality.
Care to join me in my folly? - The Witchblade has all these powers? - Mm.
- The Witchblade can give me all that? - Yes.
Then why don't you wear it? Because only a woman can wield the Witchblade.
And only you can wield the woman.
If you agree to serve me, and only me to be obedient, faithful I will allow you to become my slave.
I will allow you to become the Witchblade's mistress.
To experience things beyond the realm of the senses beyond the realm of the rational beyond the realm of the mortal.
You will experience everything if I so desire.
Are you ready to finish the job, huh? To put another body in the box? Nice of you to show.
I went down hard last night.
So where's that long-haired Asian guy? Wired Orb.
Yes, hi, this is Detective Pezzini, may I please speak to Miss Wales? She's out scouting for a new warehouse.
She is? Do you happen to know where? Okay, thank you.
Hey, Jake, go look for Danny, would you? Sometimes he takes a nap in the gym.
If you find him or hear from him, call me immediately, all right? Sure.
Hello? Hello, Miss Wales? Hello, detective.
Word on the street has it that you were the one that put the hit out on Gorta.
Based on your partnership, it seems you certainly had motive.
I'd like to confess.
I did put the hit on Jeffrey Gorta.
But I didn't just do it for the money or even because I hated him.
Actually, he was pretty cool, but it was a favor for a friend.
I then also killed the hit man, personally.
Put a bullet right between his eyes.
He whimpered like a pathetic little girl right before I pulled the trigger.
That was fun.
When I was a child, I was kept in a box.
Put your hands up, Ms.
Wales, you're under arrest.
- Don't you wanna hear the rest, pretty girl? - You can tell me down at the station.
I just thought you might wanna know the situation with your beloved partner.
Where is he? You could say that I killed him.
Although he's probably not dead yet.
Funny thing about time, sequences of events sometimes things happen in a different order than you'd expect but the result is the same.
What the hell are you talking about? Your partner was buried before he was dead.
His death will be slow.
Terrifying.
Painful.
An agony I wish I could witness.
If anything happens to my partner, you die.
And the best thing is, you can't do anything about it because you are not leaving this room alive.
You have the knowledge you need.
Believe in the Witchblade, it will help you.
You are a true wielder.
You have been chosen.