Highlander: The Raven (1998–1999): Season 1, Episode 16 - The Frame - full transcript

We could've just taken a taxi.

A $20 million painting--
It might not go over well
with the client.

That client's
not even gonna notice.

Amanda, even a guy
thatrich would notice.

We could roll it up,
put it under our arms
and get on the M? tro.

What are you saying?

It's a perfectly good
oil painting being
donated to a museum.

It's a complete waste.
It's a complete
tax write-off.

I'm just saying it would
be so easy to just--

Don't even.

# Baby, you're a star



# You're gonna be
the next big thing #
- Shame.

# Baby, you are on the way

# Honey, to Hollywood

# Well, God
it's great to see you

# And how the hell
have you been

# I don't believe
you've met my agent

# He's a miracle machine

# Baby, you're a star

So Wolfe isn't working alone.
Find out who the blonde is.

All yours,
safe and sound.

All right.
We'll take it from here.

Sign these.

And then initial here.

Ah.
That's it.



Piece of cake.
Yep.

Just remind me again.
Why did you want
to come along?

I'm just curious, you know.
I've never actuallyreturned
anything to a museum before.

Seems indecent.
Hmm.

You're early.
Check the time.

All right. Let's go.
I don't get it.

That painting's worth
20 million, and we can't
even get a raise.

I'm very proud of you.

Why?
You didn't steal anything.

Oh, I'm glad you noticed.
Try meditating
on the rewards of virtue.

Okay. A check
with many, many zeroes.

Light?

Where?
Inside.

Try the... lock.

Forget it.
There's not enough time.

Freeze! Don't move!

Piece of cake.
Mmm.

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.

Inspector!

So the thief had just
vanished, just like that?

Without a trace.

- Makes no sense.
- Exactly.

Okay. Bear with me
for a moment, could you?

- Let's try this once again.
- Why don't you add horns and
a rhythm section this time?

I'm just trying
to make sense of it, huh?

Anything you can do
to help?

I dropped off the painting.
The guard signed for it.

I got the receipt. The receipt's
right there on your desk.

Mm-hmm. That's when
you started to leave?
We left a lot faster.

'Cause you were done, right?
Very done.

Stick a fork in us.

And then you turned around
and you came back inside.

I told you.
I heard something.

Yes, that's what you told me.
You heard something.

Through three feet of stone.

She has excellent hearing.
Mm-hmm.

And then you took out your gun
and shot to open the door.

We knocked first.

All right. This is over.
Either charge us or let us go.

Don't be so impatient,
Mr. Wolfe. Huh?

What would you think
if you were me?

A room with bar windows, one
door and two people inside...

who should have left
20 minutes before.

-I'm thinking breakfast.
-Good idea. Good-bye, Inspector.

Sure. You're free to leave.

It's sad that you won't
be joining us.

I said you can go,
Mr. Wolfe.

The charming lady
with the excellent hearing
stays with me.

Ah. Small rooms.
Fluorescent lighting.
No shopping.

This is not what
you promised me, Nick.

November, '89.

Madame Charmand discovers
her emerald collection missing.

July, '93. Mr. Gustave
seems to have lost his yacht.

I was never charged.
Never convicted.

Huh. April, '96.

A van Gogh collection
is missing more than a year.

I'm never going to a museum
with you ever again.

Mr. Wolfe,
I saw your file.

I'd hate to find out
a good cop was in on this.

You won't. Her either.

I've got an original painting
by Antonio Ravelli missing...

and a known
art thief on the scene.

Gorgeous. Angry.
Amanda likes him.

Just my type.

Find me a better suspect.

That's your job.

I'm thinking Jamaica and Cuba.

Quite right, Your Grace.
Expanding the whole term
to the Caribbean.

You said the next time
there was an investment
opportunity, I should--

Excellent.

We'll talk at the races.

Of course.
Ringing off.

Lovely man.

I shagged his daughter
in a china closet
in Kensington Palace...

the day I got my O. B. E.

You cost me 10 million quid.

I'll get the painting back.

Will you? Can't tell you
how reassured I am.

Who else knew the route
and the timetable?

Apart from you
and your... partner?

And the packing firm
and the insurance company
and the maid's fianc? --

How about the butler?

Better yet, someone the police
already have in custody.

Inspector Colbert called you.

Twenty minutes ago.

I hired you, Wolfe,
on Bert Myers's recommendation.

What the hell was this
woman doing on the job?

Not stealing your painting.

When I was 12,
I had the most incredible
bag of marbles.

Cat's-eyes.

Billy Donnelly decided
to relieve me of them.

Twelve stitches
over his eye.

Still got the scar.

And me-- I got
my marbles back.

And his.

That's how you build
an empire, Wolfe.

One bloody marble at a time.

And nobody screws with you.

It's too bad we're not
on the playground anymore.

Take your check
and get out.

Buy yourself
some new marbles.

Ah, that's the most time
I've spent with the French
police in three centuries.

I went to see Trevor.
Did you get paid?

Let's go.
You didn't get the check?

I didn't do the job.
You delivered the painting.

It got stolen.
But it wasn't your fault.

It was my responsibility.
Right. So now you're
guilty and broke.

You know what?
What?

I'll walk.
What did I say?

Cubans.
How very lovely.

Didn't find our way back
to the flock last night,
did we, lass?

Believe me.
It's not what you think.

Oh, God. Not you too.

He's always been a warm friend
to the parish, Amanda.

New pews. Online access
for every student.

- Tickets to the Spice Girls.
- Sir Trevor.

A million dollars reward
he's offering.

Wouldn't it be lovely
if someone was to return
the painting...

and donate the money
to the parish?

What's the name of it again?
It'sNude with--

Cabernet.
Exactly.

I didn't do it, Liam.
Did I say that?

It's what you meant.
Oh, Liam.

Why don't you stay,
and we can smoke cigars
and drink champagne.

I'd love to, but I can't.
I've got a big game of hoops
against St. Bart's.

How wonderful
to see you, Amanda.

Oh, Jade. What a surprise.
How long has it been?

Who can remember
that long ago?

Oh, no, no, no, no.
It's on the tip of my brain.

Let's see. Constantinople.
The Benischke rock.

Somebody stole it
before I had a chance to.

Oh, let's just say
I got lucky.

I had the flu.

You don't look
very well, Amanda.

Oh, and I was just
going to say how flattering
that costume is on you.

This old thing?
Flattery will get you nowhere.

Just trying to be kind.

I hope you're not here for
the reason I think you're here.

- You know I've gotten better.
- Of course you have, darling.

Obviously.
You're out of jail.

I'm leaving with that
52 perfect karat tonight.

- I don't think so.
- The diamond's mine, Amanda.

Oh, Jade, you have such
an active imagination.

There is one option.

Work together?

No.
No.

I think there's only
one way to settle this.

High card wins.

Queen of diamonds.

That's four times
in three decades, Jade.

Don't you love
a coincidence?

Two of clubs. How shocking.

Well, you know the saying.
"There can be only one"?

The diamond's mine.

Hey there. Cute costume.

They made us all wear them.
I'm not really a Beefeater.

I'm a guard.

So brave.
Such a dangerous job.

- I'm a married man.
- My favorite kind.

They're always
so much more grateful.

Cigar?

- Lovely. Ta.
- Light?

Thanks.

I'm telling you.
It's her.

Hello, boys.

You know the saying.
"The diamond's mine"?

No. The other one:

"It's not what you steal.
It's how much you keep. "

Precisely.
Mmm.

Cute costume.

Not this time, Jade.

Merci.

Merci.

You look like a man that
could do with a 25-year-old.

Scotch.

Hi. My name's Jade.
What's yours?

Twice in two days. We've
got to stop meeting like this.

Liam, has anyone new
come to confession--

someone tall, dark and
completely untrustworthy?

You'll have to give me
a little more than that.

All right. She's younger
than I am, but she looks
centuries older.

That could be
a lot of people.
She robs poor boxes.

Jade's back in town.

Amanda, she robbed
from the poor box
to help feed her sisters.

She told you that?

Liam, she doesn't
have any sisters.

You still haven't
forgiven her for Genoa.

That's because
adultery is a sin.

That's very good, Amanda.
Now name me the other nine.

She took him from me before
I could refuse his proposal.
After you stole him from her--

You two, whatever
one has, the other wants.
WhateverIhave, she wants.

Well, I'd think
you'd be flattered.
You've seen her.

No.
You're going to.

Maybe.
Well, when you do,
you tell her...

to please give back
what she took, because
I'm not playing anymore.

A thousand years.
I'm staying out of it,
Amanda.

Okay. You know, I noticed
that your roof was looking
a little ragged.

I think you should
take up that collection
we were talking about.

Sir Trevor?
What are you saying?

Jade has his painting.

It's been a jazz club
as long as anyone can remember.

Um, Coleman Hawkins.

Charlie Byrd.
Charlie Byrd.

Do you remember
Sidney Bechet?

Yeah. A clarinet
player in the '20s.
Mm-hmm.

He had the most beautiful hands.
So they tell me.

They say you can tell a lot
about a man by his hands.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Oh, you've-- you've lost
something very valuable,

and, um, you've had
an argument with a friend.

Oh, dear. A deeply,
deeply troubled friend.

A terrible day.

Oh, it's getting better.

Oh, and you have really bad luck
with platinum blondes.

I had no idea it was
such a specific science.

May I?
Yeah. Sure.

Ahhh, well.

Your beauty
never fades.
Oh, you know that?

Mm-hmm. It's right here.

I have to confess
something to you.

- I've done this before.
- Held hands?

Read palms. Oh, look at this.
It says you're very stubborn.

Mm-hmm.

And your lifeline
goes on forever.

But that would be
impossible, wouldn't it?

Your check, monsieur.
Merci.

I'm sorry.

Look what you did!

Relax. Relax.
Relax, my ass!

I met a friend of yours today.

Jade has great taste in scotch.

You fell for it.
Actually,
she reminds me of you.

Me?
Mm-hmm.

Really?
Really.

But she's
so manipulative.
No?

Oh, completely
untrustworthy.
Imagine that.

She uses everybody.
Nothing like you.

Oh, I'm so glad
you understand. Tell me
at least you got the number.

She'll be calling.
You spent
all afternoon with her?

An hour and a half.
Did you get an address?
Can we get the canvas?

Oh, we were busy.
Too busy to make the game?

The ga-- The game!
You didn't miss much.
63-28.

Yes!
We lost.

No.

Amanda?
Yes.

Jade's address.
Ah.

Uh--
Don't worry, Liam.
I know it's just a painting.

It's not worth a head.

Is that for me?

I'll take the cash.

I'll take the painting.

Cash first.

Not today.

That's not the agreement
I've got with Sir Trevor.

Sir Trevor's
not here right now.
You're dealing with me.

Well, I don't do assistants.

Then you walk
without the cash.

You sure she's here?

Trust me. She's here.

Am I not speaking English?

Just shut up
and give me the painting.

Trust me.
You're making a mistake.

I'll never get used to this.

Grab him! Hold him!
Sorry. Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Where's Nick?

Don't change the subject.

All right. Where's
the guy who shot me?
That's changing the subject.

I give up, Jade.
Whatdoyou want to talk about?

You owe me!
Me?

Talk to the guy
with the gun.

I had it under control.

Jade, if I didn't show up,
you were gonna lose
the money and the canvas.

- Now I'm supposed to thank you?
- No, Jade. Now you're supposed
to get out of town.

Make me!

Just leave. Don't write.
Don't call. Don't visit.

Uh-uh!

The painting
stays with me, Jade.

- But I stole it.
- And you lost it.

All right, Amanda.
High card wins.

Mm-mmm. Not playing
that game anymore.

You think you're above it all.
I know you better than that.

You don't know me
at all, darling.

You're not getting it.
Just leave it.

Excuse me, ladies.

As you were.

It's been going on
for more centuries
than I care to remember.

So who started it?
I don't know.

And after 700 years,
I don't care.

Why don't you ask her?
She's not exactly
an open book.

Well, things change.
People change.

I mean, Amanda has.
How?

Well, there's a little
gleam in her eye.

It's still mischievous-like,
but it's different.

Amanda says to the world,
"Now this is who I am. "

And Jade says?
Jade says,
"I'm better than her. "

That's sibling rivalry.
Yeah. I know
something about that.

My brother--
He still doesn't know
what he wants to be.

But one thing's for sure.
He's gotta be better than me.

So when was the last time
you spoke to this brother
of yours?

Ah, it's been a while.

He was four
when they adopted me,
so I'm the intruder.

So what happened?

It's a long story.
His name's Aaron.

Aaron.
That was Moses' brother.
The other brother.

Well, don't feel
too sorry for him.

If it wasn't for the other
brother, I would never have
learned how to fight.

Well, perhaps he's changed.
I think it's
too late for that.

Now you sound like Amanda
talkin' about Jade.

People used to say
the same thing about Amanda,
and now look at her.

She's about to return
a valuable painting.

That would never
have happened in the past.

You think it's a phase?
Not if we keep the faith.

You do that. I'm just gonna
try and keep my sanity.

Window shopping?

That's very funny.
Hmm.

You're unusually
quiet this evening.

Oh, I'm always quiet
in the presence of beauty.

Why, thank you.

I don't know.
Museums, places like this,
they make me feel small.

Well, it's complicated.

Mmm.

I mean, like this--

It's unfinished.
It's half done.

Headless.

Well, we're all works
in progress, aren't we?

Some more than others.

Ladies and gentlemen,
mesdames et messieurs,

thank you all
for coming this evening...

to see this wonderful
unveiling.

Um, it's been
an eventful week.

but I'm glad to say that, um,
the right thing has happened...

and we have this picture
returned to you.

Jacopo Robusti,
Adam and Eve,16th century.

She's tempting him.

Maybe if not for her,
there'd be no sin.

Ah. But if there were
no sin, there'd be no need
for forgiveness.

Hold onto that thought.

But before we do
the unveiling,

I must thank a few
people, of course,

without whom this painting
would not be on show here today.

This is my favorite part.
This is one of my favorites
from my humble collection.

Now, I don't know her name,
but please raise a glass...

to the Nude with Cabernet,

whoever she was.

Imagine that.

And you don't believe
in happy endings.

Museum gets
their painting.
Jade gets to disappear.

Liam gets a new roof.
There's only
one thing missing.

There's one thing I hate
more than being wrong, and
that's apologizing for it.

Try.
Don't know what
got into me, really.

Oh, try harder.
It's just that the painting
means so much to me personally.

So, no hard feelings?

No. Just make sure
this check is good,
Sir Trevor.

Well, then,

commendations
to you both.

Oh, there's
the Earl of Batham.

Eddie! Eddie!

My God.

It's official. I have returned
something of value to a museum.

And they say people
can never change.
Do you really believe that?

That you are born
a certain way, and you remain
that way until you die?

Me? I think people can learn
from their mistakes.

At least they can try.
Mm-hmm.

Oh, this is bad.
I don't know.
Elegant use of line.

No. Seriously bad.

Nice form. Like an early
Braque, Kandinsky.

Really?
You don't have to
like it, Amanda.

We earned the money.
Let's just take it and run.

Yeah. Far and fast,
because we're gonna end up
in jail by the end of the week.

What?
An insurance appraiser
will be here in a day or two,

and he's going to see
that we brought back a fake.

You wanted to see me, sir?

What the bloody hell
happened at the payoff?

I told you. I killed her.
I killed the both of them.

For a dead woman,
she certainly fills
an evening dress.

She and Wolfe
brought the painting back.
You realize I'm screwed now.

I'll get it back.
It's being appraised
the day after tomorrow.

Then we saythey're
the ones that switched it.

They came up
with the forgery.

Clean yourself up.

You're bleeding
all over the Savonnerie.

Do you really think
she'd set all this up?
I know how her mind works.

Have you forgotten
Bologna already?

Bologna? What'd she do
to you in Bologna?
Amanda did it to her.

I guess imitation is
the sincerest form of flattery.

- I think flowers would suffice.
- Oh, you think she'd send you
to jail?

- She's tried before.
-Oh, not very charitable,
Amanda.

Charitable? All right.
Here's your charity.
The reward.

But the painting's
a forgery.

So I'd spend that check
as quickly as possible.

Jade didn't do it.

What's this? Internet?
It's a Loomis
Financial Services.

Everything you ever wanted
to know about Sir Trevor Benton,
and then some.

Fighting a hostile
takeover on one side.
Plummeting stocks on another.

And getting royally
divorced in between.

Three hundred million in assets.
Four hundred and fifty in debt.
I'd cash that check soon.

So he donates
the painting to the museum
and gets the write-off...

and something he likes
even more: millions
in free publicity.

And he keeps the real
painting for himself.

Which he silently sells
on the black market.

But he's afraid the museum's
gonna find out it's a fake,

so he hires Jade to steal it,
and then he screws her.

Nice work.
Very nice.

One question: Does he still
have the original?

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

This isn't confessional
now, so I'll be off.
Where are you going?

To buy a new roof.

Son of a bitch.
It's the Ravelli.

It should be
conveniently located--

Aha! Here.

What tipped you off?
About the painting?

Would you believe
my great love for the arts?

Hold this, please.
No. Okay.

The signature
was perfect Ravelli.

Of course it was Ravelli.
He painted it.
Yes, but he didn't sign it.

Why not? What?
A forgery? Theft?

Would you believe deadline?

There's a green wire--

Antonio had a big piece
due for a show,

and every decent model
was in the south,
partying with Picasso.

Really?

Ah, that's beautiful.

So we had a couple of drinks,
and I posed for him.

And this is something you didn't
feel a need to mention before?

What's to mention?
One drink led to four bottles,

and Antonio passed out
before he signed it.

Allo? Allo?

Monsieur Ravelli,
are you there?

Next morning, the movers
were at the door.

Allo? Allo?

What choice did I have?

Poor darling needed to do well.

So you signed it? The real
Ravelli has a forged signature?

Ah. No, no, no. Ah.

Ravelli.

Why don't they put
these things together right?

Is there anything else
you've failed to mention?

Yeah. We have
exactly 23 minutes.

Let's go.

Monsieur.

Uh-oh.

Whoa. Okay.
Now she's asking for it.

-You're cheating!
- Go fish.

What the bloody hell
are you doing in my study?

Go fish.
American card game.

I think it was first played
in the American Gold Rush
around 1888...

in the Double Eagle Saloon
in San Francisco.

Two of a kind.
You're a winner.
You're bloody trespassing.

Trevor, you invited us.

Invited you?
You're insane.

Are you missing
something, Trev?

No.

Anyone care to explain
what's going on?

Well, I think it's
his whole hotel business.

He's overworked.
He's a little forgetful.

So he invited you?
To discuss what?

Art. What else is there?

You know, national treasures
are stolen, forged.

Can't be too careful.

That's what we always say.
You should always know
what you have.

Like these cigars, for example.
They're Cuban, right?

Now, what if they were just
cheap imitations with fake
labels? What would you do?

- I wouldn't smoke it.
- Ah, but you might sell it.

Okay. Did you or
did you not invite them?

It's all right, Inspector.
It's my mistake.

Yes. Yes. Look.
There it is.

Saturday night.

Quite silly of me,
really.
Silly.

Thank you so much.

Okay. Go fish, huh?

Go fish.
Merci. Au revoir.

- Okay.
- Au revoir.

Would you look
at the time!
Mmm. Mmm.

You know what?
We're gonna have to go.

Yeah. Let's reschedule.

How about the rose garden
tomorrow at 5:00 p. m. ?
Perfect.

And, um, bring the money.
Lots of it, darling.

Going somewhere?

Forty-five minutes late, Hemmon.

This time when you kill them,
do try and find a way
of making them stay dead.

Sorry I'm late.
I broke a nail.

Stop. You're
making me cry.

A gun. How original.
Do you know how to use it?

Where's the painting?
Wait a minute.
I'm confused.

Is it the fake painting
in the real museum...

or the real painting
owned by the fake millionaire?

I can clear that up for you.

So good to see you again.

She's never gonna show.

She'll show. Trust me.
It'll be okay.

Trust? Jade?
I made her an offer.

One she couldn't refuse.

Good evening.

- Well, good evening.
- Ah.

May I help you out, sir?

So this is how you get
into a locked room.

Left over
in the Reign of Terror.
Jeffrey showed me how to get in.

My Jeffrey?
No. The other Jeffrey.

Oh. Nick, we're in.

Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

Let us know
when you're clear.

Twenty million-dollar
painting. Ah.

Yeah. And we're
putting it back.

Almost indecent,
isn't it?
Practically tragic.

Antonio would want you
to have this.

He was quite fond
of me, wasn't he?

Yeah. Why wouldn't he be?

Can you believe the two of us
doing this together?

Fifty-fifty?

Nobody'd have to know.
You know what I mean?

Do you really want this
hanging in your house?

No.
No.

Wait a minute.
Don't connect the blue wire--

I've done this before.
No. I'm serious.

I think I've
done this before.
But I--

Guys! Anytime.

Are you sure
this is the right one?

I'll know who to look for
if it isn't.

There you go, Trev. Now
you have both your paintings.

Adios, amigo.

Moving on to phase two.

Okay. Come on.
Come on. Let's go.

Let the games begin.

Here's to my new roof.
Thanks, Amanda.
Hmm. You're welcome.

It says here that Sir Trevor
was caught breaking into
the Mus? e des Arts last night,

trying to replace
an original with a fake.

Imagine that.
I'm proud of ya.

You know, you were right.
Of course I was.

About what?
You're nothin' like her.

Mmm. Darling.
More champagne for you?

By the way,
what's up with Nick?
Meaning?

I passed him on the way in.
He was in the--
In the tuxedo thing?

Yeah. He mumbled something
about "a deal's a deal. "
What's all that about?

Well, I have my ideas.
Do you indeed?

I do.
Tell me.

So, what do you see?

I see...

a very expensive evening.

It cost me $20 million.

Of someone else's money.

Do you think Amanda
knows you're here?

I suspect she does by now.

Well, that's worth
10 million right there.

Mmm.

Have you ever considered
teaming up with
an extremely attractive,

somewhat larcenous
Immortal?

I already have.

Hmm.

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