Highlander: The Raven (1998–1999): Season 1, Episode 13 - The French Connection - full transcript

Previously on
Highlander: The Raven.

What the hell
you think you're doing?
Put it down.

Don't do anything stupid.
Like what? Body snatching?

- We didn't do this, Nick.
- I don't know you.

- My name is Joe Dawson.
- What the hell is a Watcher?

We observe and record
Immortal activity.

What are you doin' here, Joe?
Following someone
who was following you.

- Andre Korda.
- What do you think?

- I think I liked you
in orange better.
- So what's Korda doin' here?

He's running
a new nightclub, the Sanctuary.

It's a front
for his international operation.



Extortion, theft, kidnapping,
you name it.

Are you still
murdering innocent women
and children?

- Shame you never
had the stomach for that.
- Why do you insist...

on getting involved
in my world?

The minute he commits murder,
he steps into my world.

We don't need Amanda.

- We need what I say we need.
- Who could take two bullets
and survive flaming wreckage?

Let's go, Korda.
You got a warrant?

- Oh, yeah. Right here.
- What do you want him
to do, Amanda?

Uh, I just--
I just want him to
stay out of my business.

You didn't ask for this. I know.
It's just happening.

I guess it's fate.
I don't believe in fate.

You're sorry?
What do you mean,
you're s--

She, uh,
wanted you to have this.



It's better
that he thinks I'm dead.

I want you to tell me
what Nick was doing in Paris.

Korda?
That's what they tell me.

Put him out
of my misery.

What are you
gonna do?
I'm gonna go to Paris.

Nick, what'd you
get yourself into?

Over here. Easy.
He's been shot.

Oh, my God. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Let's go.

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.

Shh.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

How long since your
last confession, my child?
Let's see.

Uh, 417, 418 years.
Not counting leap years,
of course.

- Go on.
- I told a lie.

Now, there's one
I haven't heard this morning.

Someone may have died
because of me,
because I told a lie.

- Someone you care about?
- I was trying to protect him.

The road to hell--
Oh, please, Liam.
No platitudes.

- I didn't come for a sermon.
- Well, then, you came
to the wrong person, Amanda.

Oh, no.
You're exactly who I need.

Hello.

So, how long
you been in town then?

I got in just this morning.
And already in trouble.

I guess that's my calling.
I see you're still...

tending the black sheep
of the flock.
Mm-hmm.

My calling.
I consider it a privilege.

What do you need?
A list of doctors.

Why? You're immortal.
Well, my friend's not,
and he's been shot.

Hospitals?
Checked them.

The morgue?
He's not dead.

Look, Liam, who could
handle a gunshot wound?

And keep their mouth shut?
Yeah. You know everybody.

Guy must be special.

I think you'd like him.
He tilts at windmills too.

Welcome back, handsome.

- Where am I?
- It's alive.

And curious.

Nick Wolfe,
Dr. Mika Sung.

No sudden movements, okay?
You've got half
a dozen stitches.

"Doctor"?

Mika makes house calls
for, um, emergencies.

- Hospitals ask
so many questions.
- Like what you were doin'...

waving a gun
around the streets of Paris.

Couldn't find a taxi.

So that was you,
huh, by the river?

- What's it like,
coming back from the dead?
- Not as much fun as it looks.

Doctor, your fee.
Thank you very much.

Pleasure, as usual.

Um, I know a place
that does killer margaritas.

How's Amanda?

She's dead.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

So that's why
you're goin' for Korda.

- How do you know about Korda?
- Get on a plane. Go home, Nick.

No way.
He put a bullet in me.

- You're nobody here.
- I was nobody there.

- You can't take this guy on.
- Watch me.

It's him.

Time to play musical corpses.

- Do you care how?
- Oh, yes.

- Smoking in bed, I think.
- Such a dangerous habit.

And speed it up. If Wolfe
has survived, his girlfriend
won't be far behind.

One dead body at a time.

Patience is a virtue.
Mine is running out.
Now, get on with it.

Drive.

She's been sighted
in Zurich, Your Excellency,
apparently still unharmed.

How soon?
Well, the relocations team
is on its way,

so your daughter
should be back in rehab
by tomorrow.

Ah. Very good.

Excuse the question,
Your Excellency.
How about my balance?

Wired to your account
upon her safe arrival.
Consider it done.

Good-bye.

Nice place.

It's only temporary--
sublet from a friend.

And by the way,
it is polite to knock.

Sorry.
Thank you.

You're welcome. I thought you
gave up your French operation.

You go where the business is.
Shouldn't you be back in bed?

- Where's Korda?
- I've got a guy on his club
24 hours a day...

taking photos of everything
and everyone who walks in
or out.

- Korda hasn't shown in a week.
- You find out what he's up to,
you find him.

Check it yourself.
There's nothing,
absolutely nothing.

There's always something.

A butterfly flaps its wings
in the rain forest...

Uh--
and you get an earthquake
in Los Angeles.

Maybe you should
be back in bed.

Nonlinear dynamics.
The butterfly effect.

- What medication are you on?
- Two or more seemingly
unrelated events...

are actually connected.

Cause and effect. This is Korda
we're talkin' about.

We gotta
stop looking for the order
and start looking for the chaos.

What did that Chinese doctor
do to ya?

- Can you get into the S??ret?
on that thing?
- Is the Pope Catholic?

Bring up the police files
for this week in Paris.
He came back here for a reason.

Where are you goin'?

I'm gonna go pull the wings
off a butterfly.

I love this guy.

Look, Liam. Who could
handle a gunshot wound?

Underground doctors
who could handle bullet wounds--

there aren't that many.

Quillum on the Left Bank.
Marie Pierre, perhaps.

Mika. You can
find her in Chinatown.

Time to rise and shine.

Who are you?
I'm your new employer.

Congratulations.
You work for me now.

- No!
- Yes.

These dexterous little digits
of yours will do exactly
as I command,

or you will lose them all...

one by one.

I'll be reported missing.
My work! My friends!

Your friends
will be at your funeral.

You see, you're already dead.
Tragic house fire.

I have no tools--
the computer, the lasers.
Without them--

Come with me.
I have something to show you.

Lights!

You see? Christmas
has come early this year.

Hey. Can I
get a "hallelujah"?

# I thought
you'd live forever

Come on, Nick.
We gotta go.
On my way.

Where the hell
are you taking me? I thought
I was getting my stitches out.

Mika works in the back
of that restaurant.
Wait a minute.

You said she was a doctor.
She is... back in China.

Oh, great.
Come on.
What's the big deal?

You're getting a complete
physical and some Mu Shu Pork.
What's wrong with that?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Doc.

Hello.
How are you today?
Oh, great.

Good. Let's see.

Hmm. A little tension
in these babies, Nick.

You do anything for relaxation?
You mean other
than getting shot?

All right.
Let's get started.

Strip, please.
What?

Strip.
Come on.
Don't be shy. Strip.

I'm stripping.

Excuse me, Doc.
Wasn't he hit
in the shoulder?

Oh, yes. So he was.
I thought so.

Okay then.
Just the top.
Just the top.

Okay.

Hmm. Looking very good.

See?

Hey, Nick.
What?

Check this out. Come here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just a second, Doc.
Okay.

Look.

Oh, my God.

You ever see the body?
No, but--

So what made you think
she was dead?
A good friend of hers told me--

He was obviously lying.
Yeah. Obviously.

But I bet it wasn't his idea.
You can't even trust this woman
when she's dead.

Hello? Anyone home?

Excuse me.
Wait.

He was hurt. He may
have needed a doctor.

I did my best,
but by the time
he was brought to me--

the blood loss--
there was nothing I could do.

I'm sorry.

Uh, are you--
are you sure?
Yes. I'm very sure.

Nick Wolfe?
Yes. Nick Wolfe.

And the body?
Um, cremated.

Yes.

Uh, well, I'm sure--
I'm sure you did everything
you could.

Just a moment.

I've been holding onto this
in case someone asked for him.

Maybe you'd like
to keep it.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Trade you a sword
for a watch.

Nick? Nick?

Oh, Nick. Ohh!

What the hell
was that for?
For you being alive. Bastard.

Amanda!
You lied to me.

Returning the favor.

I hate to interrupt,
but when you guys are done
playing, we got some work to do.

Myers, what are
you doing here?
Working.

Shall we?

Sure.

What is it?
We should go. Yeah.

Fine. I can
hold out longer than you can.
You lied to me.

You told me
you were dead.
No, no. Not really.

You see,
because Joe told you
I was dead. Joe lied to you.

No. Joe told me.
Lucy told me. But
you put 'em up to it.

Stop jerking me around.
Look. There's always
gonna be an Immortal...

like Korda in my life,
so the more you stick around me,
the more--

You were trying to protect me.
And I love the little
dramatic touch--

sending me your sword--
very, very nice.

That wasn't my favorite sword.
Look, Slick, before you apply
for sainthood,

let's just remember
that you lied to me
about being dead too.

Not precisely,
according to your standards.

And then kissing me
like that-- very nice.
I didn't. You kissed me.

Oh, yeah-- No, no, no.
Oh, come on, guys.
Grow up.

I mean,
who cares really, huh?

Do come in. Come on.

Hurry, get in.

You still up?
It's 5:00 a. m.

Oh, he's a machine.

A needle in a haystack.
Maybe you can
talk some sense into him.

- I gave up hours ago.
- Nick, we've been
through this a dozen times.

As much as I hate to agree
with Myers, I think he's right.
There's nothing there.

What are you doin'?

Son of a bitch.

Engraver burns to death
in apartment fire.
That's tragic.

Truck goes off the road
into the Seine.

Driver and contents
washed away.
Fascinating.

Yeah? Take a look at this.

Chemical factory explosion
on the outskirts of town.

- So?
- We give up.

The engraver worked
for the government mint.

The truck
was carrying a secure load
of banknote paper.

- And the chemical factory?
- One of their products is
a patented reflective ink.

- Put it all together.
- Counterfeiting.

- Doesn't mean Korda's
behind it.
- Here. Take a look...

at these surveillance photos.

Okay. Right there.
So it's a beer truck.

Take a closer look
at the logo on the drums.

P-Y-R-C--
Pyrchem.

- It's a chemical factory.
- But the engraver died.

- Burned beyond recognition.
- That could've been anybody.

- You ready?
- Yeah. Let's go.

Hey,
that's my sword.
Yeah.

You thought I was dead,
and you brought it?

I had a hell of a time
gettin' it through customs,
but--

- That's sweet.
- Hmm.

- I'm glad you're not dead.
- Me too.

I mean, I'm glad
that you're not--
You know what I mean.

You know, I just didn't
expect you to, um--
To?

To come to Paris
and hunt Korda down
and avenge my death--

you know, what was supposed
to be my death.

I had a lot of frequent flier
mileage that was about ready
to expire, so I thought--

You've been hanging
around me too long.
Mm.

Hey, hey. We're not open yet.
Where's Korda?

- He's out.

He's here.
Don't mind us. We'll just
make ourselves at home.

Are you cops?
You got a warrant?
It's on its way.

You're having it delivered,
right?
Yeah. Something like that.

Hewashere.
We had the exits covered,
the doors covered.

He couldn't have just vanished.
No Korda. No counterfeiting.
Nothing.

So much for your butterfly.
I'm not giving up.

Well, good for you.
Me, I got some explainin' to do
at police headquarters.

I'll catch you later.

I don't know.
I know he was here.

- He's close, isn't he?
-I can almost smell him.
Where the hell is he?

Where's it coming from?
You're the one
with the radar.

Look.

How convenient.

Charming.

Old, dead Romans.
From when Paris
was called Lutetia.

An ex-boyfriend?

Korda must feel
right at home.
Holy ground.

How unique.
He built his club
over a pagan burial site.

He'll be waiting
just far enough away.

Uh, over here, I think.

Tell me you know
what you're doing.

This place is honeycombed
with old tunnels
and catacombs...

from hundreds
of years ago.

I thought they walled up
most of them after World War II,
when the Resistance disbanded.

- Most of them, but not all.
- So this is how Korda
moves all his gear around.

He could ride an elephant from
one end of the city to the
other, and no one would see him.

Korda!
How nice of you both to drop in.

Let's make a deal, Korda.
No guns. No swords.
Just you and me.

We'll see
who's left standing.

I take that as a no.

Amanda!
I'm over here.

Give it up, Amanda.
I offered you the choice
of soaring with the hawks,

but instead,
you choose to die
like a sparrow.

- You all right?
- What took you so long?

Which way?
I haven't a clue. I got lost
on the last turn.

You're kidding me.
Excuse me. I was
trying to stay alive.

But, you know, maybe if we,
uh, look closely enough, we'll
see a trail of my own blood.

All right. All right.
Let's not panic.

You were saying?

Finally. Fresh air.

Where do you think
we are?
Uh, France?

Thank you. I say we go this way.
I can't believe everyone's
busting their ass...

looking for Korda,
and he's right below us
the whole time.

What we need is somebody
who knows those tunnels
as well as he does.

I'm on it.
I'm not worried anymore.

Ha-ho! I win!

See you at church
on Sunday.
Right.

Come on!

No class.
So you found him then?

Nick Wolfe,
Father Liam Riley.
How you doin', Father?

We're not in confessional.
You can call me Liam.

I was wondering. Do you still
have those maps of the catacombs
and tunnels under Paris?

From the Resistance?
I must have.

- I haven't looked at those
since the Yanks arrived. Why?
- We wanna get Korda.

Korda? I'm sorry. You've
come to the wrong place.

- Liam, you know what he is.
- Precisely why
I won't help you.

When I took my vows,
I turned away from violence.

- What if an Immortal
comes after you?
- I trust in my faith.

How nonviolent was Jesus when
he threw the moneylenders
out of the temple?

- I'm sorry. I can't help you.
- Why don't we put it
in God's hands?

You think
you're Michael Jordan?

All right, showboat.

Go for it.

Bravo.

All right.
I'm Korda.
What do I need?

Personal makeover?
True.

Major counterfeiting operation.
Lots of equipment.

Central distribution point.
Juice.

Power plant.
Ah. Oop.

Our secret.
Yes. No need to get you-know-who
involved with Immortals.

Hey. Hi.
Hey.

Where'd you guys disappear to
last night, huh?
Amanda took me on a tour.

Oh, right.
And that's a souvenir.
Yeah.

Souvenir.
Did you know that Nick
is a crazy shopper,

like, shop, shop, shop,
shop, shop.
I love to shop.

Yeah. And that
was just the Left Bank.
He exhausted me.

Now he wants
one of those Eiffel Tower
pencil sharpener things.

Bizarre. Bye.
Bye.

Thanks for the car,
buddy.

- Good afternoon.
- Oh.

I'm sorry for the intrusion,
but I have a bit
of an emergency.

Well, what can I do for you?

Well, you see, Doc,

I have this terrible pain
in my neck.

Oh. Let me see.

And his name
is Nick Wolfe.

Oh, I see
you know the name.

I, uh--
I tried to save him,
but there was nothing--

I'm afraid he died.

That is a pity...
for you.

I swear it's the truth.
He was too weak.

He'd lost too much blood.

Have you quite finished?

Sooner or later,
you will tell me where
I can find Nick Wolfe.

Don't underestimate
my powers of persuasion.

I know.

It's at times
like these that it's hard
to find the words.

Now, write.

How much longer?
I'll do my best,
but it can't be rushed.

One mistake--

One mistake...
and you're dead.

Wait a minute.
You know what? I think
we should go this way.

Uh, no. I think
this way looks faster.
What? Are you kidding?

No. You're reading
the map upside down.

What are you doing
in here? Huh?

Henri?

Nice place.
No Korda.

Look at this.

The new euro dollar.
In 100-dollar bills.

Who are you?
The good guys.
Who are you?

- Clement.
- The engraver.

Let me guess.
You work for Korda, right?

Cheer up.
So we missed Korda.
Again.

At least we shut
the son of a bitch down.

Those bills. The paper.
The ink. It was undetectable.
A real piece of work.

A girl can dream.
A girl can
get 20 to life.

Uh-oh.

Looks like
Korda's found us.

Looks like
he found Myers.

- What is it?
- Well, the good news is,

I think Myers is still alive.

What's the bad news?
The bad news is,
I have a date at midnight...

with one
of my biggest fans.

We have a date.

He's still conscious.
Very good.

You've obviously
had training.
Not really.

You guys just
hit like little girls.
That's all.

Do you know
how much you have cost me?

I have a feeling
you're gonna tell me.
No. You are going to tell me.

I would like to know exactly
how much you and your friends
know about my other operations.

Could you be a little
more specific, please?
Oh, yes.

Rio.
What? Carnival?

Vienna.
Vienna?

Are you into choirboys?

You have been
watching my place for weeks,

and then I trace Wolfe
and Amanda back to you.

This is hardly
a coincidence.

Do you have any idea
who you're dealing with?

I'd say someone
who didn't get much love
as a child.

Enough!

It's late, and
I have an important appointment
with Amanda.

Perhaps you two
can get something
out of him.

Then again,
perhaps not.

But try anyway.

No. Or as they say
in France,Non, non, non.

He trained you how to fight.
What makes you think
you can beat him?

Well, I still have
a few things to work out,
but that's my problem.

Your problem is keeping Myers
alive. Eight to five, he's being
stashed at Sanctuary.

Amanda.
I'll be careful
if you'll be careful.

For luck.
A girl can never
have too much luck.

So, you ready to talk now?

You want me to talk?
Give me a cigarette.

I'm sorry. I don't smoke.
In my jacket, outside pocket,
there's a golden case.

You can keep it.

This is not
your lucky day, all right?

This is not your lucky day.

Good timing.
You all right?

I could've
handled this myself.
You're welcome.

Where's Amanda?
Come on.

Resistance
is useless, Amanda.

Or have you forgotten
everything I taught you?

You cannot win.

Let's see. Now,
didn't I kill your girlfriend?

And I believe I took
billions of dollars from you,
more or less.

And it's only Wednesday.

You shouldn't confuse arrogance
with intelligence.

Oh, is that
what you call it?

All those years
on holy ground, Korda?
You weren't smart.

You were
just a coward.

You see?
I didn't forget.

Suppleness instead of force.
Agility instead of strength.

Surrender
instead of resistance.

Resistance is useless,
darling.

Come and get me.

That's the idea.

Have you got any final words
for your teacher?

Come to think of it,
yes.

Class dismissed.

All right.
You take the upper floors.
I take the bar.

And we split the receipts
of the bar 80/20.

We said 60/40.

Net.
Gross.

But that's after
expenses, darling.

You are a thief,
Amanda. How about 70/30?

Done.
All right.

I don't believe it.
You guys actually
bought this place?

You see, I've always
wanted to own a bar,

and this place came up
for auction when
the owner died unexpectedly.

We got a hell of a deal.
Oh, really?
Let me guess.

There were only two bidders.
I thought it might help you
make up your mind.

About what?

Why don't I
just let myself out?

Amanda,
pleasure doing business
with you, as always.

A tout a l'heure.

So you were saying?

He was just wondering if I'd
stick around for a while, take
over his European operation.

And?
Nothing much to go back for.
I'm thinking about it.

Wait a minute.
You living upstairs?
You living downstairs.

Never work.
Never work.

You're right. We'd always
just be running over each other.
I never mind my own business.

And someone is always gonna be
showing up with a sword.
Other hand, this is holy ground.

You're right. You know,
you are right, because
we both could die tomorrow.

I guess it's just a matter
of who you wanna
spend your time with.

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