Highlander: The Raven (1998–1999): Season 1, Episode 18 - Thick as Thieves - full transcript
After a recent string of robberies at well-established casinos, Nick and Amanda are hired to guard one that has yet to be robbed. However, their efforts are in vain, as they are knocked out with gas and the casino is robbed anyway. Nick is determined to bring those responsible to justice, but there is one problem--the ringleader is Jeremy Dexter, an immortal with whom Amanda was once involved, and she is determined to protect him. Also on the case is an Interpol agent who is convinced that one of Dexter's previous robberies caused his brother to commit suicide.
Twenty-one.
Two more, please.
Hold your bets.
Three black.
Sorry, no winners.
- Yes!
- The lady is a winner!
Oh! Must be my lucky day.
If this keeps up,
I'm never going back
to Poughkeepsie.
Place your bets, please.
Sorry, folks.
No winners.
Why not take a chance
on me later?
Capped teeth, bad dye job,
and I suspect a teensy bit
of surgery in Denmark.
If you know what I mean.
No invitation, no entrance.
You know the drill. Out.
Problems outside?
Nothing I can't handle.
Why aren't you working?
I'm ready to sit down.
My feet are killing me.
Tell that to M. DuPont
when his casino gets robbed.
Don't worry about it.
We have extra men outside,
metal detectors at the door...
and security cameras
everywhere.
But I tell you what--
I do love my work.
You can't keep that.
You think I'm here for
the lukewarm Cristal?
Six major casinos robbed
in the last six months.
And two and a half million
dollars on this table?
That's why we're here.
Party pooper!
Winner! Yes!
Black 13. We have a winner.
Yes!
Oh! I'll take another circuit
of the room, if you like.
- What a trouper.
- If I come back with $50,000,
it's your fault.
Is something burning?
What time in motion?
We've got two minutes!
Get the jewelry.
Don't forget the rings
and large bills only!
Forty-five seconds!
My God!
Pleasant dreams, Amanda.
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.
I think so, yes.
So, you are the manager?
What?
Nice going.
Me?
Us. We made a lousy
first impression on DuPont.
Oh, that. Remote-activated
knockout gas through
the heating vents.
We can't be expected
to think of everything.
Yeah, we can.
That's why he hired us.
Dangerous occupation
for such a lovely lady.
May I have the pleasure?
Nicolae Breslaw, Interpol,
and a hopeless romantic.
Charmed. Uh--
Amanda Montrose,
and you are Nick Wolfe.
Both working undercover.
For all the good it did.
Don't berate yourself.
I've been following this gang
across three continents.
They are professionals,
just like us.
And sooner or later,
they will make a mistake,
just like us.
And now,
I hope you will favor me...
with your most accurate
eyewitness account.
Oh! No more questions!
Just one.
No! I'm tired and I'm hungry
and sick of talking.
Anything else?
Yeah, I'm quitting.
I'm off this gig.
Just like that?
Right. Getting gassed is not
my idea of a great evening.
Besides, Breslaw
makes me very nervous.
The sign of a guilty conscience.
Oh, not this time, Wolfie.
All my stuff was swiped
like everybody else's.
Really? Well, at least you
still have your diamonds.
Did I tell you that I have
a really bad headache?
You know, your necklace?
The one you reported as stolen?
It's splitting my head in two.
The one you stuffed in
your purse when you thought
no one else was looking.
This old thing?
Interesting how
everybody else was robbed.
- What makes you so special?
- Well, if you're just figuring
that out now, darling--
Amanda, why weren't
you robbed?
Because a jeweled goblet fell
out of my monk's robes after
I presented the fake hair...
of St. Margaret to Queen Mary.
Are you happy now?
The charges are heresy
and treason, but you can
still save yourself.
Do you renounce your heresy
and beg for God's mercy
and forgiveness,
and accept
the one true faith,
in the name of Mary,
Queen of England,
France and Ireland,
defender of the faith?
Never!
Then may God have mercy
on your soul.
Bloody Mary, right enough.
Pity anyone who still accepts
the Church of England.
She's killed over
200 Protestants already,
they say.
She takes their heads
and then their fortunes.
We're here to take
some of it back.
Hm!
Bring the bone
and follow me.
Oh! Brother,
pray do restrain yourself.
Hm!
I hope you know
what we're doing.
Shh! Trust me.
Who disturbs us?
Most Royal Highness,
monks bringing sacred relics
from the Holy Land.
Welcome, Brothers.
- Your Highness.
- Does he not speak?
Brother Bartholomew
has taken the vow of silence,
Your Highness,
out of deference for all your
loyal subjects whose prayers
were silenced in the past.
Ah, yes. Very well.
What have you brought?
Behold.
A relic from St. Lutgardis,
patron saint of childbirth.
It is said all who
possess the bone...
become blessed with
the gifts of healing,
prophesy...
and fertility.
We will hold it.
Our Father, Who art in Heaven--
And England
will have her heir.
One more thing,
my most blessed queen--
a lock of hair said to be
from the very head
of St. Margaret herself.
Brother Bartholomew,
the hair.
Where is the hair?
A thousand pardons.
It is still with the horses.
Run!
Fetch it quickly!
We grow weary.
Go fetch Brother Bartholomew.
Not-- Not necessary.
Halt. No one enters
Her Majesty's treasure room.
My son.
Ooh!
Amen. Ah! Almost forgot.
Ahh.
The hair.
I believe I hear
his approach without.
- Hurry up! We're waiting!
- Our patience is at an end.
As I was saying,
here comes my brother now.
The sacred hair
of our blessed St. Margaret.
Praise St. Margaret.
Praise the Lord.
Long live the queen
and her heirs.
And now,
Your Most Pious Majesty,
with your permission,
we take our leave.
Well?
As much as I could carry.
Excellent.
Halt!
You've done us a great service.
You must be rewarded
for your long journey.
Your Grace is too kind.
Our reward must come
in the next world.
Come on! Hurry!
Who blasphemies? A woman?
- Alert the guards!
- Thieves!
- Stop them!
- Stop them!
Follow me!
Ooh!
Hurry!
- I'm trying!
- Come on!
- Just go! Go!
- No!
Why does gold have to
weigh so much? And why am
I the only one burdened?
- Ugh!
- There they are!
Seize them!
The horsemen!
Yah!
Hurry! Hurry!
- Ooh!
- Aah!
Well done, Brother!
Oh, and the same to you.
Oh, Dexter,
you put your life at risk
coming back for me.
And leave all that
treasure behind?
Don't pout, my dear.
Oh, it has been a joy.
Must we really part?
They will scour the countryside
looking for two thieves, not
a gentleman alone or a lady.
It will be safer this way.
Very well.
But I shall miss you.
And I, you.
That'll hold us
for a while.
Until we meet again,
keep the faith, Brother.
So you see, it all makes
perfect sense.
Maybe in your world.
But that doesn't mean
you can just quit.
Really? Well, watch this.
This is me quitting.
We were hired to do a job,
and that means both of us.
But it's not like
anyone got hurt.
You know, he's just a thief.
"Just a thief. "
That's exactly what we're trying
to catch here is a thief.
But I didn't know
who he was at the time.
This isn't about him.
This is about you.
If you wanna be
one of the good guys,
you can't quit when
the going gets tough.
Oh, yeah?
Well, it seems to have worked
for the past 1,200 years.
Maybe it's time to grow up.
Hm?
Just because this thief
is a friend of yours...
doesn't mean
we can let him go.
Really?
When was the last time
you turned me in?
Hello?
- We're not interested.
- No. "Interesting. "
You're not interesting.
But that's beside the point.
I have a message for Dexter.
Uh! The last time a guy tried
to slam a door in my face,
he had to find someone
to chew his food for him.
- You catch my drift, Mameluk?
-
Relax, Jurgen.
She's a friend.
A very old friend.
It's good to see you too.
No, no, no.
I can't stay.
Not even for old times' sake?
Darling, that's why I'm here
in the first place.
I need you to cash in
and blow town
by tomorrow morning.
Or else what?
- You know, I knocked.
I guess you didn't hear me.
- Ah. Mr. Or Else?
Why don't you and I
go for a little walk?
How dare you?
Oh, come, come, Amanda. I think
you can do better than that.
I swear, I did not know.
Get out of here, Dex!
I could use a little help here,
Amanda!
Are you finished?
Yeah. I'm finished.
I still can't believe
you followed me.
They got away with millions
in diamonds and jewels.
It's gotta be here somewhere.
- I'm talking to you.
- What was I supposed to do?
- You knew this was
personal for me.
- "Personal. "
I don't care about personal.
We had a job to do.
This was part of it.
What have we here?
Okay. Okay.
- Okay, what?
- Come do your thing.
- And what thing is that?
- Your "open the safe" thing.
Now, wait a minute.
That would make me a thief,
and you'd have to arrest me.
Come on.
You're on your own
on this one. Ciao.
Immortal or not,
Prince Charming's going--
down.
Dex, I'm not in the mood.
- You set me up!
- Nick followed me.
- Oh, it's "Nick," is it?
- He's my friend.
I thought we were friends.
We are friends.
I came here to warn you.
Dex, you don't
wanna kill me.
You sure of that?
Yeah. I wanna buy you
a cappuccino.
- With chocolate on top?
- I'll take that as a "Yes. "
Meet me in the morning
at my club. Did you know
I had a club?
Where have you been
for the last 400 years?
Lieutenant,
what have you got?
Okay. Go inside.
At this time,
we are following him on foot.
Shoot it, count it, bag it.
I stand in awe,
Mr. Wolfe.
Well, most of it should still
be there. They haven't had time
to fence it yet.
I've trailed them
for six months, and you--
you accomplished all this
in six hours.
Just lucky.
Ah, beware of luck, my friend.
She can be a fickle mistress.
"A fickle mistress. "
I'll remember that.
And where is your lovely
friend today? Not here,
sharing in your glory?
She, uh-- She had
to take another job.
Ahh, pity.
I've got a question
for you.
Not a body in sight,
and yet here you are.
I'm just wondering why.
You ran a check on me,
and you found out that
my specialty, my m? tier,
is homicide.
Quite a distinguished
career you've had.
Ah, macabre, isn't it?
Some people are known
for great artistry
or brilliant music,
others can grow
beautiful flowers,
and I, on the other hand,
seem to have a gift...
for death.
And for not
answering questions.
Why am I here?
I'm lucky too.
Don't follow.
My brother Sasha...
looks much like me--
a little shorter, maybe,
not so many lines
around the eyes.
We were talking
about you.
Compulsive gambler, Sasha.
But always bad luck.
Always in debt.
His marriage, ah.
That's another sad story.
One day, I got him a job,
a good job with a big company.
He had a new life,
and I was--
I was proud of
my little brother.
I'm sorry.
I still don't get
the connection.
We don't, do we,
until it's too late.
Sasha wanted his wife back,
wanted to impress her.
He went into a casino,
gambled with
the company's money,
and guess what happened,
Mr. Wolfe?
He lost.
Fate is not so kind.
He won!
Over 2 million marks.
He won!
For the first time in his life,
Sasha was a winner.
And then he committed
his biggest sin.
He began to hope again.
I'm sorry.
I-I still don't get
the punch line here.
As he went to
collect his money,
the casino was robbed.
Ahh, you see, my friend.
Now you begin to see.
The same gang
of thieves.
Once again,
Sasha was penniless.
The next day,
his company discovered
the missing funds.
Police were sent
to his house,
but they found him
already dead.
My little brother had put
a bullet through his brain.
I'm sorry.
So, my new friend,
you see,
one man's luck
is another man's death.
You know, Breslaw,
when I was a rookie cop,
it taught me something:
Don't get
too close to things.
It can be dangerous.
Dangerous?
Yes, dangerous.
That's an entirely
accurate adjective.
I still don't see why you
were working that casino
in the first place.
I told you, Dex.
It's a long story.
And this "Dirty Harry" friend
of yours is part of that story.
I don't care who he is,
Amanda. The bottom line
is that you owe me.
What do I owe you, exactly?
You lost me $3 million!
Ohh!
And don't try
the pout on me.
I remember it all too well.
Old friends are the worst.
It's because of you
I'm still stranded in Paris,
with no money...
and three of
my closest associates
that want paying.
Okay. What do you want,
exactly?
Something only you
can provide, my dear.
It's still clear. The guards
are on patrol. Go! Go, go, go!
There she is.
Do that thing you do.
I can't believe
we're gonna snatch something
in broad daylight.
It can't be helped.
It's a private estate auction.
It starts in a couple of hours.
Two hours?
You didn't tell me that!
Desperate times call
for desperate measures.
Haven't got much of a chance.
Don't worry about it.
Yeah.
You break us in.
My guys chloroform
the guards at the main house.
We grab the stash.
We're out of there
in three minutes.
Everybody gets rich;
nobody gets hurt.
And you blow town, right?
Soon as I get my
travel fund back, I'm gone.
You're happy, Wolfe's happy,
birds are singing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm not trying to
rush you or anything.
Almost there.
Broader nose.
Longer too. Yeah.
Anything else?
Yeah. The eyebrows
need to be thicker.
That's it.
Just like that.
Are you sure?
Yeah, that's him.
We'll run a match
on Interpol, F. B. I. ,
the whole gamut.
It reminds me of a riddle
my father used to tell me.
How do you find
a needle in a haystack?
You burn the hay.
Whatever is left
is the needle.
So our needle has been named--
Jeremy Dexter.
Yeah.
He's wanted in a dozen
high-stake robberies.
Never hurt anybody,
and he's never been caught.
Arrogant. Smug.
Like the man
who killed my brother.
- Hey, you, there!
- Don't be stupid. Drop the gun.
Aah!
Come on, come on!
Let's get out! Now!
Go, go, go, go!
- Stop!
- Come on!
Come on!
Okay back there?
Amanda! Where'd she--
Do you mind telling me
what the hell happened
back there?
Sorry, boss. He's gone.
Damn it! Hasta la vista.
It's a stupid waste!
I said "no guns"!
Would you just talk to me?
A guard wandered off
his scheduled rounds
and tried to be a hero.
This poor bastard had a gun.
Hothead. Bang, bang.
Two men down.
All right. Now you
have to leave Paris, Dex.
No can do, darling,
because I'm still broke,
and now I'm hot too.
I can get around airports
and roadblocks, but it's
gonna be very expensive.
Okay. I have some mad money
stashed-- you know, some
diamonds, a little bit of cash.
Give me till morning,
and you'll have your
emergency-escape fund.
Thank you, Amanda.
I don't have
much choice, do I?
Well, don't worry.
I'll get lost.
It'll be fine.
There's no way they
can tie you to this.
The wrong place
at the wrong time.
Our guys don't use guns.
Not their style.
Something must have gone wrong.
Only one thing that puzzles me.
They bypassed
the alarm system.
But look more closely.
See the way the sensor plate
has been rerouted,
like a loop?
The alarm thinks
it's watching the house.
It's actually looking at itself.
Cute trick.
Requiring a great deal of
electronic sophistication.
Ingenious.
Almost delicate.
Doesn't fit their profile.
No, unless, of course,
they have someone new
on their team.
Tire print. Good.
I'll take it with me.
Oh, farewell, my pretties.
Amanda!
Aman-- You deaf?
Only selectively.
Not so fast.
I'm in a hurry.
Too bad. This is important.
So bronze it.
Come on, Dex.
Remember me?
Yeah. You look like
a friend I used to have,
but he used to be
very respectful
of a lady's privacy.
There's nothing private
about murder.
Tell me you weren't
at that estate yesterday.
Don't you need to watch TV?
Don't guys watch sports?
Watch something sporty on TV.
His name is Jeremy Dexter.
He's not only a thief,
now he's a murderer.
And he's not working alone.
All right, Officer.
Do your duty. Arrest me.
What is your problem?
I'm trying to help you.
No, you're not,
because you're still here.
Ahh, my lovely lady.
Don't look at me.
I'm a little pressed
for time here.
Oh, yes.
- The curse of our times,
is it not?
- What're you doin' here?
My tired brain is confused--
a small matter I hope
Miss Montrose can help...
clear up for me.
All right.
Well, just make it quick.
We have just completed
taking inventory...
of everything recovered
from Dexter's safe.
I gather you heard about
your friend's marvelous powers
of detection.
- Something like that, yes.
- Get to the point.
The point-- The point is
that everything was recovered--
all the stolen money
and jewelry.
Congratulations. Is that it?
Everything,
that is, except
the diamond necklace...
you claimed as stolen.
Well, easy come, easy go.
- Cold hands.
- Warm heart.
Where were you yesterday...
in the afternoon
around 2:00 p. m. ?
Uh, probably having lunch
or smoking a cigar or--
- Breaking and entering?
- Someone's been
telling you stories.
Yes. In fact, they have.
Witnesses saw a car
matching your description...
leaving the scene
of the homicide
in the afternoon.
-There are so many
Mercedes in this town.
-Did you know that a car tire...
leaves a specific mark
like a fingerprint.
- No two are alike.
- If you've got new information,
I'd like to hear about it.
I have a plaster cast
in the trunk of my car.
If your most charming
companion here...
can assure me that it will not
match the tires of her car--
- Damn.
- I beg your pardon?
- That's him!
- Dexter!
Stop! Now!
Oh, damn it.
They found the car, but no body.
All that blood
on the windshield--
Looks like he managed
to crawl out, swim away.
Wherever Mr. Dexter is...
he's enjoying a hearty laugh
at our expense.
You mind telling me
what the hell you were
doing back there?
I was attempting to stop
a suspect from escaping.
I shouted a verbal warning.
When that went unheeded,
I fired repeatedly at the car
in attempt to stop it.
You fired six rounds right
at the driver. You weren't
trying to stop the car.
You were trying
to kill Dexter.
I was 10 years old,
siting in my kitchen,
pulling on
my heavy woolen socks.
They smell of lye
and scratch my toes.
My mother stands
at the stove,
cooking potatoes
for lunch.
A knock on the door.
My father
has been killed.
Two weeks later,
my mother died.
Not from illness
or old age,
you know?
But from the same thing
that killed my brother--
hopelessness.
Look, you've been a cop
a lot longer than I ever was.
But let's not pretend
you don't know the difference
between justice and revenge.
I'm too old to quibble
about semantics.
As I near the end
of my relatively
undistinguished career,
I find my justice
elsewhere.
Where's that?
To rob a man,
to leave him without money.
That is larceny.
But to leave a man
without hope--
that, my heart tells me,
is murder.
Killing Dexter won't bring back
Sasha, and it sure as hell
won't redeem you as a brother.
Perhaps not.
But at my age,
even a new pain...
is better than
an old regret.
I'm gonna tell you
something I never told
anybody else before.
There was a guy, a lifer.
He got himself paroled.
He's on the street
for two days.
He rapes a teenage girl,
slits her throat,
leaves her for dead.
How tragic.
Exactly.
But I caught him.
I chased him into an alley.
He pulls his gun. I shoot him.
His gun goes flyin'.
I'm on him like this.
I'm pressing my gun right
against his skull, you know?
I'm thinking, "I just want
to pull the trigger.
Rid the world of
one more piece of scum. "
And just then,
backup arrives.
I always wonder what
it would've been like...
if they'd been
a few seconds later.
You see?
We have more in common
than you think.
That may be true.
But I'm not gonna find Dexter
just so you can kill him.
I know your friend
is involved.
It's true,
I want Dexter.
But if I have to take
the lovely Miss Montrose
instead,
well--
I'll leave it
up to you.
I suppose you're gonna tell me
that you didn't set me up?
Dex, I swear
I didn't know.
Then you're a jinx!
Who the hell was
shooting at me this time?
His name is Breslaw.
He's with Interpol.
Interpol! Marvelous!
Look, I brought your
emergency-escape fund.
Keep it!
I should've brought a towel.
I'm sorry. You gotta leave town.
I am not going to run.
So if you know
where Dexter is--
I do.
Then tell me!
What good is it
gonna do?
Breslaw will arrest Dexter.
Dexter will go to jail.
Then he'll break out of jail.
Then, boom! We're right back
where we started.
Okay, so I get it.
There's no mortal justice
for Immortals.
If you're in the "Forever Club,"
you get a free pass in life.
Just go nuts. No consequences.
Look, I-I've got a better idea.
Why don't I just kill Dexter?
That'll solve all the problems.
Okay, fine.
So we have a stalemate.
Not necessarily.
I only see one car.
Are you sure Mr. Dexter
is in there?
Amanda set up a meeting.
I'm sure.
Yes.
You obviously trust her.
I wonder why that is so.
That makes two of us.
Let's go.
- Here. This oughta
take care of it.
-
Hands in the air! Now!
I suppose you're
gonna pretend you didn't
set me up this time either.
Dex, I didn't--
Save it!
Come on, then.
Read me my rights.
Let's get this over with.
You want me
to turn my head?
What?
Maybe you wanted an audience.
He's right there. Go ahead.
Mr. Wolfe, please!
Mr. Wolfe, quiet!
What the hell
is going on?
Look, can't we
talk this over?
There is nothing you can say.
Yet, strangely, now there is
nothing I can say.
This moment I have rehearsed
in my mind for months.
The poignant speech
I would make. The pain
I would inflict on you.
The hopelessness
I would see in your eyes.
And now...
all there is--
all I feel...
is gone.
Here, let me help you.
Please.
Mr. Wolfe, no more.
No.
Dex, no!
Look, there's enough in
here for your own island.
Or maybe just a quiet little
village in the Caribbean.
Well--
For the next few months,
at least.
Make that the next few years.
Breslaw thinks you're dead.
I'd like to keep it that way.
You could come with me,
you know.
We always did
make a great team.
Thank you, but I can't.
Maybe you'll ask me again
in another hundred years?
Dexter didn't fire at you
until after he ran.
He could've escaped.
And he'd be alive today.
That's true.
- But then, I'd be dead.
- So, why do you think
he did that?
Luck. Pure luck.
Oh.
In the words of
a new friend of mine,
one man's luck
is another man's--
Touch? !
Pleasure doing
business with you.
And please,
pass along my kindest regards
to Miss Montrose.
Knowing her was a most
unusual experience.
I'll say.
I wanted to thank you
for everything.
I broke the law.
Don't thank me for that.
Okay.
Buy you a drink?
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Two more, please.
Hold your bets.
Three black.
Sorry, no winners.
- Yes!
- The lady is a winner!
Oh! Must be my lucky day.
If this keeps up,
I'm never going back
to Poughkeepsie.
Place your bets, please.
Sorry, folks.
No winners.
Why not take a chance
on me later?
Capped teeth, bad dye job,
and I suspect a teensy bit
of surgery in Denmark.
If you know what I mean.
No invitation, no entrance.
You know the drill. Out.
Problems outside?
Nothing I can't handle.
Why aren't you working?
I'm ready to sit down.
My feet are killing me.
Tell that to M. DuPont
when his casino gets robbed.
Don't worry about it.
We have extra men outside,
metal detectors at the door...
and security cameras
everywhere.
But I tell you what--
I do love my work.
You can't keep that.
You think I'm here for
the lukewarm Cristal?
Six major casinos robbed
in the last six months.
And two and a half million
dollars on this table?
That's why we're here.
Party pooper!
Winner! Yes!
Black 13. We have a winner.
Yes!
Oh! I'll take another circuit
of the room, if you like.
- What a trouper.
- If I come back with $50,000,
it's your fault.
Is something burning?
What time in motion?
We've got two minutes!
Get the jewelry.
Don't forget the rings
and large bills only!
Forty-five seconds!
My God!
Pleasant dreams, Amanda.
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.
I think so, yes.
So, you are the manager?
What?
Nice going.
Me?
Us. We made a lousy
first impression on DuPont.
Oh, that. Remote-activated
knockout gas through
the heating vents.
We can't be expected
to think of everything.
Yeah, we can.
That's why he hired us.
Dangerous occupation
for such a lovely lady.
May I have the pleasure?
Nicolae Breslaw, Interpol,
and a hopeless romantic.
Charmed. Uh--
Amanda Montrose,
and you are Nick Wolfe.
Both working undercover.
For all the good it did.
Don't berate yourself.
I've been following this gang
across three continents.
They are professionals,
just like us.
And sooner or later,
they will make a mistake,
just like us.
And now,
I hope you will favor me...
with your most accurate
eyewitness account.
Oh! No more questions!
Just one.
No! I'm tired and I'm hungry
and sick of talking.
Anything else?
Yeah, I'm quitting.
I'm off this gig.
Just like that?
Right. Getting gassed is not
my idea of a great evening.
Besides, Breslaw
makes me very nervous.
The sign of a guilty conscience.
Oh, not this time, Wolfie.
All my stuff was swiped
like everybody else's.
Really? Well, at least you
still have your diamonds.
Did I tell you that I have
a really bad headache?
You know, your necklace?
The one you reported as stolen?
It's splitting my head in two.
The one you stuffed in
your purse when you thought
no one else was looking.
This old thing?
Interesting how
everybody else was robbed.
- What makes you so special?
- Well, if you're just figuring
that out now, darling--
Amanda, why weren't
you robbed?
Because a jeweled goblet fell
out of my monk's robes after
I presented the fake hair...
of St. Margaret to Queen Mary.
Are you happy now?
The charges are heresy
and treason, but you can
still save yourself.
Do you renounce your heresy
and beg for God's mercy
and forgiveness,
and accept
the one true faith,
in the name of Mary,
Queen of England,
France and Ireland,
defender of the faith?
Never!
Then may God have mercy
on your soul.
Bloody Mary, right enough.
Pity anyone who still accepts
the Church of England.
She's killed over
200 Protestants already,
they say.
She takes their heads
and then their fortunes.
We're here to take
some of it back.
Hm!
Bring the bone
and follow me.
Oh! Brother,
pray do restrain yourself.
Hm!
I hope you know
what we're doing.
Shh! Trust me.
Who disturbs us?
Most Royal Highness,
monks bringing sacred relics
from the Holy Land.
Welcome, Brothers.
- Your Highness.
- Does he not speak?
Brother Bartholomew
has taken the vow of silence,
Your Highness,
out of deference for all your
loyal subjects whose prayers
were silenced in the past.
Ah, yes. Very well.
What have you brought?
Behold.
A relic from St. Lutgardis,
patron saint of childbirth.
It is said all who
possess the bone...
become blessed with
the gifts of healing,
prophesy...
and fertility.
We will hold it.
Our Father, Who art in Heaven--
And England
will have her heir.
One more thing,
my most blessed queen--
a lock of hair said to be
from the very head
of St. Margaret herself.
Brother Bartholomew,
the hair.
Where is the hair?
A thousand pardons.
It is still with the horses.
Run!
Fetch it quickly!
We grow weary.
Go fetch Brother Bartholomew.
Not-- Not necessary.
Halt. No one enters
Her Majesty's treasure room.
My son.
Ooh!
Amen. Ah! Almost forgot.
Ahh.
The hair.
I believe I hear
his approach without.
- Hurry up! We're waiting!
- Our patience is at an end.
As I was saying,
here comes my brother now.
The sacred hair
of our blessed St. Margaret.
Praise St. Margaret.
Praise the Lord.
Long live the queen
and her heirs.
And now,
Your Most Pious Majesty,
with your permission,
we take our leave.
Well?
As much as I could carry.
Excellent.
Halt!
You've done us a great service.
You must be rewarded
for your long journey.
Your Grace is too kind.
Our reward must come
in the next world.
Come on! Hurry!
Who blasphemies? A woman?
- Alert the guards!
- Thieves!
- Stop them!
- Stop them!
Follow me!
Ooh!
Hurry!
- I'm trying!
- Come on!
- Just go! Go!
- No!
Why does gold have to
weigh so much? And why am
I the only one burdened?
- Ugh!
- There they are!
Seize them!
The horsemen!
Yah!
Hurry! Hurry!
- Ooh!
- Aah!
Well done, Brother!
Oh, and the same to you.
Oh, Dexter,
you put your life at risk
coming back for me.
And leave all that
treasure behind?
Don't pout, my dear.
Oh, it has been a joy.
Must we really part?
They will scour the countryside
looking for two thieves, not
a gentleman alone or a lady.
It will be safer this way.
Very well.
But I shall miss you.
And I, you.
That'll hold us
for a while.
Until we meet again,
keep the faith, Brother.
So you see, it all makes
perfect sense.
Maybe in your world.
But that doesn't mean
you can just quit.
Really? Well, watch this.
This is me quitting.
We were hired to do a job,
and that means both of us.
But it's not like
anyone got hurt.
You know, he's just a thief.
"Just a thief. "
That's exactly what we're trying
to catch here is a thief.
But I didn't know
who he was at the time.
This isn't about him.
This is about you.
If you wanna be
one of the good guys,
you can't quit when
the going gets tough.
Oh, yeah?
Well, it seems to have worked
for the past 1,200 years.
Maybe it's time to grow up.
Hm?
Just because this thief
is a friend of yours...
doesn't mean
we can let him go.
Really?
When was the last time
you turned me in?
Hello?
- We're not interested.
- No. "Interesting. "
You're not interesting.
But that's beside the point.
I have a message for Dexter.
Uh! The last time a guy tried
to slam a door in my face,
he had to find someone
to chew his food for him.
- You catch my drift, Mameluk?
-
Relax, Jurgen.
She's a friend.
A very old friend.
It's good to see you too.
No, no, no.
I can't stay.
Not even for old times' sake?
Darling, that's why I'm here
in the first place.
I need you to cash in
and blow town
by tomorrow morning.
Or else what?
- You know, I knocked.
I guess you didn't hear me.
- Ah. Mr. Or Else?
Why don't you and I
go for a little walk?
How dare you?
Oh, come, come, Amanda. I think
you can do better than that.
I swear, I did not know.
Get out of here, Dex!
I could use a little help here,
Amanda!
Are you finished?
Yeah. I'm finished.
I still can't believe
you followed me.
They got away with millions
in diamonds and jewels.
It's gotta be here somewhere.
- I'm talking to you.
- What was I supposed to do?
- You knew this was
personal for me.
- "Personal. "
I don't care about personal.
We had a job to do.
This was part of it.
What have we here?
Okay. Okay.
- Okay, what?
- Come do your thing.
- And what thing is that?
- Your "open the safe" thing.
Now, wait a minute.
That would make me a thief,
and you'd have to arrest me.
Come on.
You're on your own
on this one. Ciao.
Immortal or not,
Prince Charming's going--
down.
Dex, I'm not in the mood.
- You set me up!
- Nick followed me.
- Oh, it's "Nick," is it?
- He's my friend.
I thought we were friends.
We are friends.
I came here to warn you.
Dex, you don't
wanna kill me.
You sure of that?
Yeah. I wanna buy you
a cappuccino.
- With chocolate on top?
- I'll take that as a "Yes. "
Meet me in the morning
at my club. Did you know
I had a club?
Where have you been
for the last 400 years?
Lieutenant,
what have you got?
Okay. Go inside.
At this time,
we are following him on foot.
Shoot it, count it, bag it.
I stand in awe,
Mr. Wolfe.
Well, most of it should still
be there. They haven't had time
to fence it yet.
I've trailed them
for six months, and you--
you accomplished all this
in six hours.
Just lucky.
Ah, beware of luck, my friend.
She can be a fickle mistress.
"A fickle mistress. "
I'll remember that.
And where is your lovely
friend today? Not here,
sharing in your glory?
She, uh-- She had
to take another job.
Ahh, pity.
I've got a question
for you.
Not a body in sight,
and yet here you are.
I'm just wondering why.
You ran a check on me,
and you found out that
my specialty, my m? tier,
is homicide.
Quite a distinguished
career you've had.
Ah, macabre, isn't it?
Some people are known
for great artistry
or brilliant music,
others can grow
beautiful flowers,
and I, on the other hand,
seem to have a gift...
for death.
And for not
answering questions.
Why am I here?
I'm lucky too.
Don't follow.
My brother Sasha...
looks much like me--
a little shorter, maybe,
not so many lines
around the eyes.
We were talking
about you.
Compulsive gambler, Sasha.
But always bad luck.
Always in debt.
His marriage, ah.
That's another sad story.
One day, I got him a job,
a good job with a big company.
He had a new life,
and I was--
I was proud of
my little brother.
I'm sorry.
I still don't get
the connection.
We don't, do we,
until it's too late.
Sasha wanted his wife back,
wanted to impress her.
He went into a casino,
gambled with
the company's money,
and guess what happened,
Mr. Wolfe?
He lost.
Fate is not so kind.
He won!
Over 2 million marks.
He won!
For the first time in his life,
Sasha was a winner.
And then he committed
his biggest sin.
He began to hope again.
I'm sorry.
I-I still don't get
the punch line here.
As he went to
collect his money,
the casino was robbed.
Ahh, you see, my friend.
Now you begin to see.
The same gang
of thieves.
Once again,
Sasha was penniless.
The next day,
his company discovered
the missing funds.
Police were sent
to his house,
but they found him
already dead.
My little brother had put
a bullet through his brain.
I'm sorry.
So, my new friend,
you see,
one man's luck
is another man's death.
You know, Breslaw,
when I was a rookie cop,
it taught me something:
Don't get
too close to things.
It can be dangerous.
Dangerous?
Yes, dangerous.
That's an entirely
accurate adjective.
I still don't see why you
were working that casino
in the first place.
I told you, Dex.
It's a long story.
And this "Dirty Harry" friend
of yours is part of that story.
I don't care who he is,
Amanda. The bottom line
is that you owe me.
What do I owe you, exactly?
You lost me $3 million!
Ohh!
And don't try
the pout on me.
I remember it all too well.
Old friends are the worst.
It's because of you
I'm still stranded in Paris,
with no money...
and three of
my closest associates
that want paying.
Okay. What do you want,
exactly?
Something only you
can provide, my dear.
It's still clear. The guards
are on patrol. Go! Go, go, go!
There she is.
Do that thing you do.
I can't believe
we're gonna snatch something
in broad daylight.
It can't be helped.
It's a private estate auction.
It starts in a couple of hours.
Two hours?
You didn't tell me that!
Desperate times call
for desperate measures.
Haven't got much of a chance.
Don't worry about it.
Yeah.
You break us in.
My guys chloroform
the guards at the main house.
We grab the stash.
We're out of there
in three minutes.
Everybody gets rich;
nobody gets hurt.
And you blow town, right?
Soon as I get my
travel fund back, I'm gone.
You're happy, Wolfe's happy,
birds are singing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm not trying to
rush you or anything.
Almost there.
Broader nose.
Longer too. Yeah.
Anything else?
Yeah. The eyebrows
need to be thicker.
That's it.
Just like that.
Are you sure?
Yeah, that's him.
We'll run a match
on Interpol, F. B. I. ,
the whole gamut.
It reminds me of a riddle
my father used to tell me.
How do you find
a needle in a haystack?
You burn the hay.
Whatever is left
is the needle.
So our needle has been named--
Jeremy Dexter.
Yeah.
He's wanted in a dozen
high-stake robberies.
Never hurt anybody,
and he's never been caught.
Arrogant. Smug.
Like the man
who killed my brother.
- Hey, you, there!
- Don't be stupid. Drop the gun.
Aah!
Come on, come on!
Let's get out! Now!
Go, go, go, go!
- Stop!
- Come on!
Come on!
Okay back there?
Amanda! Where'd she--
Do you mind telling me
what the hell happened
back there?
Sorry, boss. He's gone.
Damn it! Hasta la vista.
It's a stupid waste!
I said "no guns"!
Would you just talk to me?
A guard wandered off
his scheduled rounds
and tried to be a hero.
This poor bastard had a gun.
Hothead. Bang, bang.
Two men down.
All right. Now you
have to leave Paris, Dex.
No can do, darling,
because I'm still broke,
and now I'm hot too.
I can get around airports
and roadblocks, but it's
gonna be very expensive.
Okay. I have some mad money
stashed-- you know, some
diamonds, a little bit of cash.
Give me till morning,
and you'll have your
emergency-escape fund.
Thank you, Amanda.
I don't have
much choice, do I?
Well, don't worry.
I'll get lost.
It'll be fine.
There's no way they
can tie you to this.
The wrong place
at the wrong time.
Our guys don't use guns.
Not their style.
Something must have gone wrong.
Only one thing that puzzles me.
They bypassed
the alarm system.
But look more closely.
See the way the sensor plate
has been rerouted,
like a loop?
The alarm thinks
it's watching the house.
It's actually looking at itself.
Cute trick.
Requiring a great deal of
electronic sophistication.
Ingenious.
Almost delicate.
Doesn't fit their profile.
No, unless, of course,
they have someone new
on their team.
Tire print. Good.
I'll take it with me.
Oh, farewell, my pretties.
Amanda!
Aman-- You deaf?
Only selectively.
Not so fast.
I'm in a hurry.
Too bad. This is important.
So bronze it.
Come on, Dex.
Remember me?
Yeah. You look like
a friend I used to have,
but he used to be
very respectful
of a lady's privacy.
There's nothing private
about murder.
Tell me you weren't
at that estate yesterday.
Don't you need to watch TV?
Don't guys watch sports?
Watch something sporty on TV.
His name is Jeremy Dexter.
He's not only a thief,
now he's a murderer.
And he's not working alone.
All right, Officer.
Do your duty. Arrest me.
What is your problem?
I'm trying to help you.
No, you're not,
because you're still here.
Ahh, my lovely lady.
Don't look at me.
I'm a little pressed
for time here.
Oh, yes.
- The curse of our times,
is it not?
- What're you doin' here?
My tired brain is confused--
a small matter I hope
Miss Montrose can help...
clear up for me.
All right.
Well, just make it quick.
We have just completed
taking inventory...
of everything recovered
from Dexter's safe.
I gather you heard about
your friend's marvelous powers
of detection.
- Something like that, yes.
- Get to the point.
The point-- The point is
that everything was recovered--
all the stolen money
and jewelry.
Congratulations. Is that it?
Everything,
that is, except
the diamond necklace...
you claimed as stolen.
Well, easy come, easy go.
- Cold hands.
- Warm heart.
Where were you yesterday...
in the afternoon
around 2:00 p. m. ?
Uh, probably having lunch
or smoking a cigar or--
- Breaking and entering?
- Someone's been
telling you stories.
Yes. In fact, they have.
Witnesses saw a car
matching your description...
leaving the scene
of the homicide
in the afternoon.
-There are so many
Mercedes in this town.
-Did you know that a car tire...
leaves a specific mark
like a fingerprint.
- No two are alike.
- If you've got new information,
I'd like to hear about it.
I have a plaster cast
in the trunk of my car.
If your most charming
companion here...
can assure me that it will not
match the tires of her car--
- Damn.
- I beg your pardon?
- That's him!
- Dexter!
Stop! Now!
Oh, damn it.
They found the car, but no body.
All that blood
on the windshield--
Looks like he managed
to crawl out, swim away.
Wherever Mr. Dexter is...
he's enjoying a hearty laugh
at our expense.
You mind telling me
what the hell you were
doing back there?
I was attempting to stop
a suspect from escaping.
I shouted a verbal warning.
When that went unheeded,
I fired repeatedly at the car
in attempt to stop it.
You fired six rounds right
at the driver. You weren't
trying to stop the car.
You were trying
to kill Dexter.
I was 10 years old,
siting in my kitchen,
pulling on
my heavy woolen socks.
They smell of lye
and scratch my toes.
My mother stands
at the stove,
cooking potatoes
for lunch.
A knock on the door.
My father
has been killed.
Two weeks later,
my mother died.
Not from illness
or old age,
you know?
But from the same thing
that killed my brother--
hopelessness.
Look, you've been a cop
a lot longer than I ever was.
But let's not pretend
you don't know the difference
between justice and revenge.
I'm too old to quibble
about semantics.
As I near the end
of my relatively
undistinguished career,
I find my justice
elsewhere.
Where's that?
To rob a man,
to leave him without money.
That is larceny.
But to leave a man
without hope--
that, my heart tells me,
is murder.
Killing Dexter won't bring back
Sasha, and it sure as hell
won't redeem you as a brother.
Perhaps not.
But at my age,
even a new pain...
is better than
an old regret.
I'm gonna tell you
something I never told
anybody else before.
There was a guy, a lifer.
He got himself paroled.
He's on the street
for two days.
He rapes a teenage girl,
slits her throat,
leaves her for dead.
How tragic.
Exactly.
But I caught him.
I chased him into an alley.
He pulls his gun. I shoot him.
His gun goes flyin'.
I'm on him like this.
I'm pressing my gun right
against his skull, you know?
I'm thinking, "I just want
to pull the trigger.
Rid the world of
one more piece of scum. "
And just then,
backup arrives.
I always wonder what
it would've been like...
if they'd been
a few seconds later.
You see?
We have more in common
than you think.
That may be true.
But I'm not gonna find Dexter
just so you can kill him.
I know your friend
is involved.
It's true,
I want Dexter.
But if I have to take
the lovely Miss Montrose
instead,
well--
I'll leave it
up to you.
I suppose you're gonna tell me
that you didn't set me up?
Dex, I swear
I didn't know.
Then you're a jinx!
Who the hell was
shooting at me this time?
His name is Breslaw.
He's with Interpol.
Interpol! Marvelous!
Look, I brought your
emergency-escape fund.
Keep it!
I should've brought a towel.
I'm sorry. You gotta leave town.
I am not going to run.
So if you know
where Dexter is--
I do.
Then tell me!
What good is it
gonna do?
Breslaw will arrest Dexter.
Dexter will go to jail.
Then he'll break out of jail.
Then, boom! We're right back
where we started.
Okay, so I get it.
There's no mortal justice
for Immortals.
If you're in the "Forever Club,"
you get a free pass in life.
Just go nuts. No consequences.
Look, I-I've got a better idea.
Why don't I just kill Dexter?
That'll solve all the problems.
Okay, fine.
So we have a stalemate.
Not necessarily.
I only see one car.
Are you sure Mr. Dexter
is in there?
Amanda set up a meeting.
I'm sure.
Yes.
You obviously trust her.
I wonder why that is so.
That makes two of us.
Let's go.
- Here. This oughta
take care of it.
-
Hands in the air! Now!
I suppose you're
gonna pretend you didn't
set me up this time either.
Dex, I didn't--
Save it!
Come on, then.
Read me my rights.
Let's get this over with.
You want me
to turn my head?
What?
Maybe you wanted an audience.
He's right there. Go ahead.
Mr. Wolfe, please!
Mr. Wolfe, quiet!
What the hell
is going on?
Look, can't we
talk this over?
There is nothing you can say.
Yet, strangely, now there is
nothing I can say.
This moment I have rehearsed
in my mind for months.
The poignant speech
I would make. The pain
I would inflict on you.
The hopelessness
I would see in your eyes.
And now...
all there is--
all I feel...
is gone.
Here, let me help you.
Please.
Mr. Wolfe, no more.
No.
Dex, no!
Look, there's enough in
here for your own island.
Or maybe just a quiet little
village in the Caribbean.
Well--
For the next few months,
at least.
Make that the next few years.
Breslaw thinks you're dead.
I'd like to keep it that way.
You could come with me,
you know.
We always did
make a great team.
Thank you, but I can't.
Maybe you'll ask me again
in another hundred years?
Dexter didn't fire at you
until after he ran.
He could've escaped.
And he'd be alive today.
That's true.
- But then, I'd be dead.
- So, why do you think
he did that?
Luck. Pure luck.
Oh.
In the words of
a new friend of mine,
one man's luck
is another man's--
Touch? !
Pleasure doing
business with you.
And please,
pass along my kindest regards
to Miss Montrose.
Knowing her was a most
unusual experience.
I'll say.
I wanted to thank you
for everything.
I broke the law.
Don't thank me for that.
Okay.
Buy you a drink?
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