Highlander: The Raven (1998–1999): Season 1, Episode 2 - Full Disclosure - full transcript

Hey, Nick.

I've been looking for you.

I know you.
You're a ghost.

Nick--
No!

You're dead.

Just like her.

Look, I heard
you left the force.

And I was just
wondering if--

I don't know.
If I could do--
I mean--

Go away.

Are you still here?



No. Not anymore.

See ya around.

What?
Nothin'.

You've got a problem?
Just some drunk.

My wallet. Take it!

Sorry, old man.
That's not what
I'm here for.

Stop!

You're welcome.

Mario.

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.

Ambulance is
on the way. I want you
to hang in there, okay?

I lost him.

How is he?
Not great.

Neeolsh chee.

"Neo chee"? What is that?
What's he saying?

It's Navajo.

Are you all right?

I'm tired
of people dying on me.

Oh, you're bleeding.

What was that stuff
he was saying?

I didn't really hear.

"Neo chee. "
You said it was Navajo.

Could have been.

You speak Navajo?

You gonna be all right?
Sure.

Could be worse.

You piss on me and
my department. Now you're comin'
in here giving me advice.

You read
the statement, Captain.

I'm not on
the job now, Nick,
so you got 30 seconds.

The old guy gave up
his wallet. They didn't
even take it.

Twenty-five.
They didn't
have to shoot him.

Let's call it 20.
It wasn't a mugging, okay?

It was a hit.
Oh, thanks for the analysis,
ex-Detective Wolfe.

We'll just have to handle
this one ourselves.

Oh, come on, Carl.

Old Indian guy
killed downtown.

This case will be
on the bottom of the pile
before the corpse is tagged.

You know that.
You wanna play cop so bad,

why didn't you
take your shot?

Oh, you call that a shot.
I call it a bribe.

I put my ass
on the line for you, Wolfe.

I told 'em downtown
you'd make a great lieutenant.

I take the heat,
and what do I get in return?

Two dead cops.
And you walk away.

Well, time's up.
We're done here.

I'll trade you the heat
for the nightmares.

I just got off the phone
with the caterers. I have
the guest list down to 34.

It shall be a small
but robust celebration
of my 50th year.

I'm sorry
I'm going to miss it.

Miss it? You wouldn't dare!

Oh, darling,
I simply have to.

Mario Cardoza's in town,
and I will feel a lot safer
on another continent.

So it's
hasta la vistatime, baby.

And, uh,
correct me if I'm wrong,
but didn't we celebrate...

your 50th a couple
of years ago in Majorca?

I don't recall.

Why don't I
just disappear?

You were dead, damn it.

Quite the little icebreaker,
aren't we?

N-No, answer me.
Look, you were really
drunk last night.

I was sober when you were shot.
I saw the bullet hole.
I saw the blood.

Something I want
to show you.

This... is a Kevlar vest
in a pleasing earth tone hue.

You had no pulse.

But, Doctor,
do you wanna feel?

Can I help you
with something today,
or are you just browsing?

Hey, Nick, look--

I wanna tell you--
I'm really sorry
about your partner.

I didn't get a chance
to tell you before,
and I'm really sorry.

Yeah.

About last night--
Oh, look, you don't
have to apologize.

Apologize? What the hell
are you talking about?

- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about
those two strange guys.

Didn't you notice
anything strange?

Strange? Hmm, you mean,
like one of the guys
wore $300 shoes...

and his partner wore
a Patek Philippe watch,
white gold band, platinum face,

manufacture retail about,
uh, 16 grand, not that those
guys would ever pay retail.

- You mean that kind of strange?
- Yeah, exactly.

Isn't that what
the well-dressed mugger's
wearing these days?

If you knew
it wasn't a mugging,
why didn't you say anything?

Because it doesn't matter
what I think,

and as I recall,
you're not a cop anymore.
So what?

So what do you care?

Uh-- What?

You're either a cop...
or a cop.

Johnny Tanner?
It'll be so much easier
when we all wear bar codes.

Nice to meet you too.
Nick Wolfe.

Don't you get the newsletter?
Your buddies have already
been and gone.

Someone puts a bullet
in your grandfather,
you don't seem to care.

And you do? Old Indian
gets mugged, bites it?
Come on!

So unless you're running
for mayor, I'll see you later.

I don't think it was
a mugging, you little prick.
I think he was murdered.

And what the hell
do you know about it?

Something he said
before he died.
A couple of words.

What words?

Forget it.

Hang on!
Later, kid.

- You speak Navajo?
- Get real.

Too bad.
But...

my computer does.

I'm a beta tester.
You play with
little video games?

No! Like fail-safes,
firewalls, digital security.

Like a hacker.

Hey, man, you're talking
to an artist.

An artist? Okay.
Let's see you do something
with this, Picasso.

This is it?

Phonetic spelling.
Best I could do. Type it in,
see what you get.

Type? How old are you?

Neeolsh chee.

Translate.
"Neeolsh chee. "

Searching.

Match found.

Red Storm.
Red Storm?

Oh, Lucy, would you
please give it up?

Amanda--
I'll have to kill you.

Fine. You're the boss.
Exactly, dear.

I really admire you,
Amanda.
Do you?

You're so much
stronger than I am.

If I were you,
I could never leave.

The guilt I would feel--

When Nick
investigates Cardoza,
and Cardoza finds out--

300-year-old
master assassin...

versus cute, mortal ex-cop
with tight buns and green eyes--

Blue.
I can see what
a fair match that is.

Will you please just be quiet?
I can see why you
wouldn't be concerned.

Uh-oh. I know that look.

Come on.
Oh!

If I thought that
you were leaving
because of me,

it would break my heart.

Grazie, Mario.

Kill anyone lately?

The day is still young.

Uno momento.

Amanda, please.
For old time's sake.

I'm not thirsty,
thank you.

Mmm!

Not very nice of you,
crashing my party
last night.

Ah, who knew?
It was a dark alley,
a helpless old man.

Not exactly your style,
as I recall.

Now and again,
things get personal.

Ah. Well, just curious,
was it something, uh, he said?

Something he saw--

me, 50 years ago
and last week
in the restaurant.

So?

A guy like that
doesn't give up until
he gets some answers.

And then
he became dangerous,

like all... mortals
who know our little secret.

Red Storm?

Computers don't lie,
only people.

Doesn't make sense.
What does?

It's Pop's.

I got all his stuff.

This is Walter,
your grandfather?

You ever heard
of the Navajo Code Talkers?

In World War II,
the Japs were breaking
every code we had...

until my grandfather
and a couple of his pals
started rapping in Navajo.

Poor bastards
never had a chance.
He was Military Intelligence.

Yeah, until the '50s.
Then suddenly he became
the wrong shade of hero.

You said you still
had his things.

Here. Let me see those.

- Something?
- No, just receipts.

See ya.

Maybe not.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, genius.
Let's see you
do something with these.

Who was that, that man
with the left hook?
Who was that?

That was just
some drunk, Mario.

Just some drunk
that you rescued?
Mm-hmm.

You're getting a little old
to be turning over
a new leaf, are you not?

Well, everyone can have
an off day.

You know, something
tells me...

I should take
your head right now
and be done with it.

Now, is there any reason
why I shouldn't?

I just had
the carpets cleaned?

Oh, I've always
liked you, Amanda.

You should come by
the restaurant Thursdays.
I make gnocchi.

It's a tradition.

Please don't get
in my way again.

I'd hate to have to
kill you and your friend.

All your friends.

Ciao.

Oh!

I'll get you cognac.

Pixel enhance.

Not bad.

Lucy, unpack.
I will be back.

Something to share?
So how does it feel?

What?
Doing something
completely unselfish.

Are we having
the same conversation?

You're gonna warn Nick
about Cardoza.
So?

I knew it. I know
that underneath that conniving,
egotistical exterior--

Careful.
beats the heart
of an honorable thief.

Lucy, that must be
your influence.

Yes, I like to think so.
Now what's the plan?

What plan?
I'm assuming that since you're
going up against Cardoza--

who's only killed, what,
200, 300 people,

not to mention
a few dozen Immortals--

that you have some sort
of strategy in mind.

I haven't got a clue.
Just trying
to keep Nick alive.

Well, you'll
think of something.
You always do.

I wish I had
your confidence in me.

Tout a l'heure.

Oh.

You're still here.
Nothing slips by you.
It's amazing.

I thought you
were leaving town.

Are you in a rush
to get rid of me?

Let's go for a walk.
Fine.

We have a spike
on the security net.

Taste that.

Too much garlic
do you think?
No. It's delicious.

To me, there isn't
such a thing
as too much garlic.

- And the spike is?
- It's you.

He's hacking
all the intel systems
looking for a match.

They were
sanitized years ago.

And he also has a web page
asking for information.

Ah! I hate the Internet.

Do we know who it is?

Not yet. But he posted
an e-mail address for replies,
so we can trace him.

Well, get it done,
could you?

And the church?
Should we postpone this?

No. The hit goes ahead
as planned.

You concentrate
on your target;
I'll concentrate on mine.

Warsaw.

That's right.
You ever been there?
Uh, maybe.

Maybe? You don't know if
you've ever been to Warsaw?
Yes, I have been there.

When?
Is this
leading somewhere?

The old Indian guy
who was murdered--
you ever seen him before?

No, I don't think so.

Really?
Well, that's funny.

'Cause he's seen you.

Buon giorno.

Grazie.

You should try
the veal paprikash.
It's perfect.

I'm not hungry.

You could use
a few more pounds.

How is everything
with the world today?

Everything is perfect.

It all went smoothly.

In fact, without a hitch.

I simply love
modern handbags.
They're so roomy.

I could always
rely on you, Amanda.

Mm-hmm.

I made the switch,
30 seconds in and out.

No one will ever
know the difference.

No, they won't.

Now, Mario, about that other
little matter between us. Hmm?

I'm crushed
that you don't trust me.

I don't trust anyone, Mario.

It's a lot of money
for a vase.

Mm.
It is Ming,
but it's not classic Ming.

Well, you know,
I'm a generous soul.

You son of a bitch!

Come on, honey.
Let's get out of here!

A bomb?
That wasn't in the deal.

No one was supposed
to get hurt, you bastard!

Scruples from
a spy and a thief.

What next, a conscience?
Do sit down, Amanda!

- You really
should try the veal.
- I don't like being lied to.

Well, you have two options--
you can take the money,
leave town,

or stand by your principles
and face the consequences.

So, do we have dessert,
or do I kill you? Huh?

Anybody home?

- This isn't me.
- Who is it then?

How the hell would I know?
People fake pictures
all the time.

Oh, come on.
You're gonna have
to do better than that.

No, I don't.
See ya.

Can I just have
one straight answer, please?

Okay, look, um--
Everyone has
a double, right?

And?
That's it.

The hell it is.

Your name is on the back
of the picture. And who
the hell is Mario Cardoza?

He's nobody.
Would you please
get your phone, please?

What?

Jackpot. I think.
Except it doesn't make sense.

- At least not
on this planet.
- What do you mean?

- Not unless
this guy's Dick Clark.
- Speak English.

Our guy, Cardoza,
the one in the picture
from 1952?

I ran his name on the Net,
and I got another picture
from 1996.

Guy won some cooking award.
He's got some restaurant
down on 4th Street or something.

He looks the same.

The same
as he did in '52?

Incoming.

Black Mercedes?
All the way out here?

Man, did they
take a wrong turn.

Johnny, what is it?
What do you see?

Talk to me, Johnny.
Who is it? Who's there?

Oh, man!

What's going on?

- I'm toast.
- Johnny, get out of there!

What's goin' on?

Talk to me, damn it!
On the way!

Damn it.

This is my fault.

Look, maybe he got away.

From this?
Where's Cardoza?
That's not a good idea.

Nick--
Would you wait?

Just wait!

- You can't do this.
- Watch me.

You have no idea
what you're getting into.

Oh, please!
I was a cop for 12 years.

Nick,
he's immortal.

Mario Cardoza is immortal.
Like me.

- Don't you ever tell the truth?
- I want you to listen to me.

Cardoza's immortal.
He's been alive
hundreds of years.

You can't stop him.
If you shoot him,
he gets back up.

If he shoots you,
you're dead forever.

You're insane.

What am I gonna do
to make you believe?

Wait! Amanda!

Amanda!

You were right.
I didn't have
a vest on when I was shot.

I was dead. No pulse.
No brain waves.
I was dead. Truly dead.

Okay, you were dead.
Only you just didn't
stay that way. Is that it?

No, I'm immortal.

You're certifiable!
Gimme the gun.

I hate this part.

What are you gonna do now?
Shoot me?

Not exactly.

No! Amanda!

No!

Amanda!

No!

You crazy bitch,
what did you do?

How dare you! No!

Why?

Well, I know chivalry's dead,
but how about a little
common courtesy?

You okay?

Mood lighting?

On the table.

The church.
The target descends
the stairs at 6:00.

Precision is essential.
I need a clean kill.

That's not a problem.

And the lucky winner is--

One more thing
I need to know.
And that is?

Who I'm workin' for.

For half-a-million dollars
you can remain ignorant.

It's your party.

That it is.
That it is.

Where are you going?
As far away
from you as I can.

Well, I just proved to you
that I am an Immortal and
you're gonna go work out?

Stay away.

Well, don't you
even want to talk about it?

Nick!

Nick.

Look, it's not like
I kill myself
for just anybody, okay?

Lady, what you're sellin',
I ain't buyin', all right?

Wolfe!
Johnny?

- How'd you find me?
- Federal conspiracy.

- Come again?
- Your Social Security number.

You've got six credit cards,
two parking tickets,

and a neighbor with a really,
really big mouth.

- Uh-uh.
- It's okay.
He's a friend.

It's okay.
Just take it easy.

A friend?

I'm sitting at home
minding my business--
then you come knocking.

Two hours later,
my place is toast,

and I'm running through
the woods with Beavis
and Butt-head firing at my ass.

-And now you want me
to take it easy?
-Why don't you put the gun down?

- What are you doing with her?
- I think I'm insulted.

She was in the picture,
you know, with Cardoza--

This is the, uh,
computer genius?

The gun?

Oh, for Pete's sake.
Look, hi, my name's Amanda.

I think we should go
have a nice, little
talk over here.

Why me?

So tell us about the dirt
you dug up on Cardoza.

Oh, that.
Uh, smoked. Gone.

What did you find out?
Well, the guy's a hitter.
He caps people for cash.

He's on the most wanted list
in five different countries.

Wait a minute.
The guy's a hit man?

Who's he here to hit?
Who's in town?

We need a--

Newspaper.

Front page, boys.
Seems Cardoza is a major
benefactor for the church.

6:00 tonight,
I think he's there
to assassinate the cardinal.

Okay, wait.
If Cardoza has a double,
and you have a double--

- Don't go there, darling.
- Take it easy, kid.

How are you, my son?

What are you doing?
They blocked the street
for the cardinal.

Hey, Aaron,
how are you, man?

Stop the cardinal!

Everybody freeze!
Police.

How could I have
been so stupid?

What the hell just happened?
That hit was never
meant for the cardinal.

It was always
meant for Cardoza.
Say what?

Think about it. It's perfect.
What better way
to recreate yourself?

Half the policemen
in the world
are looking for him.

Now he's got a street
full of witnesses
who'll say he's dead.

Right. Feds close
the book on the case,
and our man's in the clear.

Yeah.
No. Not yet.

What, are you gonna tell
them that he's immortal?

Look, you're a stressed-out cop.
You just quit your job.
You're living on the edge.

They're gonna
have you in a psych ward
by the end of the day.

A man who can't die.
Not by a gunshot.

Immortal.
Immortal.

No one would understand.
Give 'em a chance.
Maybe if you explain--

No, you see.
We would make them afraid.

People already
feel mortal enough.

If they knew about us--

I think they'd kill us.

At least the lucky ones.

Why risk telling me?

I'm not sure.

Nick,
what are you doing?

He's immortal.

He had an old man killed.
Now, I'm goin',
with or without you.

You are so pigheaded,
obstinate and selfish.

- Have it your way.
- Look, all right. Okay.

Uh, I'll go with you.
But I need to do one thing.

What?
Uh, Sister.

Is there
a ladies' room here?
Left at the entrance.

You gotta
be kidding me. Now?

A girl's got to do
what a girl's got to do.

Got your page. The car's
around the corner.

There's a flight leaving
for Rio at 11:00.

Uh, we're not
going to Rio.
Okay. Then Paris, 12:10.

I have you an aisle seat
on a wide-body. There's even
movies you haven't seen yet.

Look, Lucy, I want
you to go home.

Our bags are packed.
They're in the trunk.
You heard me.

Does Nick know
what Cardoza is?
Yeah.

Then you've done
everything you could.

Not quite.

Amanda, don't go after him.
You know, you're old enough
to be my great-grandmother...

24 times over.
And your point is?

I still feel
responsible for you
like I'm--

Ah! Let's not get
too maternal here.
Your sister.

Look, gimme the car keys,
or I'm gonna hot-wire the car.

Be careful.
Always.

We'll see you later, cookie.

Well, you better,
cookie.

I hate the morgue.
The dark, the damp, that smell.

I know what you mean.

Well--

This should take care
of expenses until
you arrive in Zurich.

Why's the kid still alive?

It doesn't matter anymore.
Dozens of people will swear
they saw you murdered.

No one knows
you're immortal.

Almost.

Now no one knows
I'm immortal.

- Lucy?
- Nick!

Amanda?

Lucy!

You going somewhere,
Mario?

Well, I hated to die and run,
but the future beckons.

So what are you waiting for?
You.

I was hoping you'd show up.

- Should I be flattered?
- No, you should be afraid.

You lied to me.

Your friend's a cop.

Used to be a cop.

I'm sorry, Amanda,
but you will never
get to taste my gnocchi.

Gnocchi--

What the hell was that?

That, my dear boy,
is called the Quickening.

Does it always happen?

Only when you win.

And him?

He lost.
I can see that.

Why'd you do it?

Nick, just because
I'm a thief doesn't mean
I'm a bad person.

Maybe I had
something to prove.

To me?

To myself.

Expenses.

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