Highlander: The Raven (1998–1999): Season 1, Episode 21 - War and Peace - full transcript

- Ha, ha!
- Give it up, Liam.

Never.

Oh! 10-7.
One more bucket,
we win.

Yeah, only
if you make it,
you cheater.

Oh! Oh-ha!

Pretty scrappy
for a priest.

Yeah, you should have seen
the bishop in his day.

Lose something?
I thought soccer was
the French national sport.

- Yeah, well, he's an import.
- Yeah, well, so am I.

Uh, Nick Wolfe?
Lizzie Tynan of London.

- Hi. How do you do?
- Good. Nice to meet you.
Visiting?



Well, you know, sort of.
Looking for a few ideas,
researching a front-page expos? .

- Is that what you call it now?
- Mm-hmm.

Lizzie wants
to interview me
about exorcisms.

Exorcisms?
Sorry, Lizzie.
I'm still a pass.

Yeah, for the meantime.
I think this is yours.
See you around.

Oh, you've got
a new admirer.

Don't tell Amanda.
Where is Amanda anyway?

What's wrong?

She's dead.
He killed her.
Liam.

Let's get you out of here.
Come on.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

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.

Right. Okay. So what
you are telling me...

is that the guy and the girl
were rehearsing a play
in the middle of an alley.

Exactly.
Interactive dinner theater.

The action moves
from one location
to another.

The hottest thing on Broadway.
We're gonna take Paris by storm.

I've gotta tell my editor
about this.

We're really not ready
for publicity yet.

Listen, it's too early
for publicity.

I've been a reporter
for eight years.

I can smell when someone
is lying to me.
Okay.

Let's say I am lying to you.
What are you gonna tell
your editor?

I don't know.
That I saw a woman--

That you saw a woman
rise from the dead.
You saw her too.

I didn't see anything,
and neither did you.

So that was the best
you could come up with?

Fine. Next time you have
a resurrection in front
of an audience,

you come up
with an explanation.

- You think she believed you?
- Oh, absolutely... not.

Houston, we have a problem.
Believe me, Miss Fleet Street
is the least of our worries.

In 1,200 years,
have you ever met anyone
who didn't want you dead?

Okay, spill it.
Who was he?

His name's Sean,
and he wasn't after Amanda.

He was after me.

Why didn't you warn me?

I expected close quarters
on the ship, but livestock.

Oh, yes, the chickens
always come as a surprise.

Look, the general said I
can dine with whoever I wish,
even if it's a private.

You find me amusing,
do you?

Only your enthusiasm
for the soldier's life.
It's not the life, Amanda.

It's the adventure.
Adventure?

Slogging around in the mud
eating hardtack?

A bit of a comedown
from the governor's mansion,
I'll grant you that.

Jimmy.
Get some hot whiskey
for the lady, will ya?

Yes, the governor--
who's decided to wait
this battle out at sea.

He's left me stranded,
the old coward.

The general's promised
to see you to safety.

But this little war of yours
keeps getting in the way.

Ah, don't you worry
about that.

Tomorrow we're gonna escort
the general to the battleground
to head up the attack.

The day after that,
this war is over.

Oh, then I'll be off
to pack, shall I?
I think you should.

Our first taste
of battle.

We're gonna track down
the enemy and rout out
these colonial rebels.

It's going to be
a glorious victory.

There's little enough glory
in war, Liam.

Only a great deal
of mortal blood spilled.

That's why our victory
is so important, Amanda.

Two days hence,
we will crush the rebellion.

Possibly.

But tinkers and farmers
are far more dangerous...

than soldiers who fight
for a week's pay.

I fight for my king.
Thanks a lot, Jimmy.
Yes, sir.

Of course you do, Liam.

While the mad, old bastard
rests easy an ocean away.

These rebels fight
for themselves.

I fear you shall have to
earn your victory.

Sup up.

Cheers.

Men, get ready.

Christ.
This is no place
for a woman, Mother.

My place
is with my boy.

It's little enough
I do here, giving the men
a few sips of water,

while every one of them fears
this drink will be their last.

Perhaps I should be
carrying a bucket
of whiskey instead.

You best not.
The Continental Army has enough
trouble shooting straight.

This fight, it's madness.
This isn't your war.
We've been over this.

We didn't give up our home
in Scotland so that you could
die by English hands.

No, you gave it up
so I could live a free man,
and I bless you for that.

But freedom from England
has never been given.

It must always be taken...
now, today.

At the cost of your life.
What is my life worth
if I can't live free?

No, Mother,
there's no price
I'll not pay.

Go now, Mother.
Stay safe.

Steady.

First round, fire!

Second round, fire!

Charge!

Jimmy!

You won't be
needing this anymore.

A sword'll soon be
more to your taste.

Sean!

Sean. Sean.
It's all right.
It's all right.

My son. My boy.
Your boy's gonna live.

He's gonna live,
longer than you ever dreamed.

You shot my son.

No. Sean's not like
other men.

He's special.

Will he live?

Yes.

I forgive you.

I forgive you.

So Sean's
still holding a grudge.
Evidently.

Myers has a chalet
in the Swiss Alps.

I'll arrange transportation.
You can disappear.
Yeah, I'll help you pack.

Which one of you is gonna
take my place in confessional?

Say two Hail Marys
and call a real priest
in the morning.

You can't fight him.

No. I'm gonna say Mass.

Liam, this is your life
we're talking about.

Yep. My life, my decision.
Sorry about the game, Nick.

That is the most
infuriating man
I've ever met.

Second most.

What the hell did you think
you were doing?
I was trying to save his life.

If you don't mind, I'm gonna
go change into something
a little less ventilated.

Try chain mail.

Um, Salad Nicoise
and, um--

Oh.
Great to see you,
Lizzie.

Hi, Harry.
I'm in Paris
for two more hours.

You got five minutes.

And before you ask,
no, you can't have
your old job back.

Uh, red wine.
Harry.

I have got the scoop
of the century.

Spare me.
We just settled your last
scoop out of court.

Do you have any idea
how much that fairy tale
of yours cost?

Every word I wrote was true.
Except for the bits
you made up.

Just the sources bit.
But the story was too hot.

I couldn't get anybody to talk,
but I didn't say a single word
I didn't know to be true.

What you know
doesn't matter, Lizzie.
You've gotta prove it.

All right.
What's this little opus
you've got for me?

I saw a woman murdered.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Who was she, royalty?
Nope.

Movie star? Politico?
Mm-mmm.

Sleeping with
any of the above?
No, nothing like that.

Then where the hell's
the story?
I watched her die.

And then
she came back to life.

So how's the novel going?
Harry.

You got pictures?

No. I forgot to put film
in the camera.

Witnesses?
Sort of.

If you don't want it,
I'll take it somewhere else.

Lizzie, I love you like
a daughter, so I'm gonna
tell it to you straight.

You made stuff up.

I don't care
if legions of the undead
descend upon Paris.

It's not gonna have
your byline on it.

No one's gonna touch
you now. They can't.
You blew it, sweetie.

Stick to fiction.

Come in, Nick.

You know my door is always
open to you, but now is not
the best time for a chat.

So let's not play games.
What are you gonna do
about Sean?

It's what I'm not gonna do.
I'm not gonna fight him.

Okay. He'll kill you.
If it's God's will.

You don't mean that.
Yes, I do.

So while you're busy
playing martyr, Amanda
gets her head knocked off.

I didn't ask Amanda
to fight Sean for me.

But she did and will again,
and you know that,
and you're gonna do nothing?

I'm not doing nothing.

I'm keeping a promise
that I've held
for over 200 years.

You're a true friend,
Nick, but my life
is in safe hands.

He took the wine,
and after giving thanks, he gave
the cup to his disciples...

and said,
"Take this, all of you,
and drink from it.

"This is my blood,
the blood of the new
and everlasting covenant,

"which will be shed for you
and for all so that sins
may be forgiven.

Do this
in memory of me. "

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.
The body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

The body of Christ.
Body of Christ.

The body of Christ.
Amen.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Amen.

Waiting for someone?

Do we know each other?

Not yet.

I've got all the friends
I need.

Funny you should say that
about friends.

You ran into one of mine
this morning.

Seems there was
a little misunderstanding.

Nothing to lose
our heads over.

I don't know who you are
and, truthfully, I don't care.

This is between me
and the padre.

Father Riley, I'm glad
I found you here.

Then again you are a priest.
Where else are you gonna be?

You have to excuse me.
I have somebody waiting.

I wanted to talk to you
about yesterday.
What about it?

Didn't you notice
anything unusual?

Well, I'm a priest.
I've seen pretty much
everything.

That's strange. I thought rising
from the dead was considered to
be a unique experience.

Ah, you mean the rehearsal
for the dinner theater.

Mm-hmm. Why are you
lying to me?

I'm sorry,
but, um, I must go.

I will find out
what's going on,
you know,

with your help
or without it.

Beautiful.

Thank you.

Good plan.

You wow him with fancy footwork,
maybe he forgets the part
where he cuts off your head.

I was distracted.
He got lucky.

Once.
It won't happen again.

No, it won't...

because you won't be
challenging him again.

And I'll thank you
to stay out of this
as well, please.

Okay, so you just
let him kill you.

No, not if I can talk to him,
reason with him.

You're not going to
reason with Sean.

Not about this.

That's the chance
I'll have to take.

Please, God, let her live.

I'll give you anything.

I'll give you my life.

Just let her live.

The bullet is out.

The wound is dressed and
cleaned, and her breathing
is stable now,

but it was close.

But she is strong,
and I believe she will live.

Her son--

He's immortal.
His name is Sean.

Please find him
and bring him to her.

Where are you going?

I'm going home.

You're right
about war, Amanda.
There's no adventure here.

I certainly covered myself
in glory, didn't I?

You didn't abandon her.
You didn't let her die.

That was more down to you
than me.

I'm forever grateful
to you, Amanda.

Liam!

Didn't you
forget something?

No.

No, I didn't.

When God heard my prayer
and granted it,

he didn't just save Emma,

he saved my soul.

And in return, you vowed
never to fight again.

And to become
his servant.

How can I break
that promise?

How can I wrong
that woman again?

I will not raise my sword
against Sean.

So you let him kill you.
I love Immortal logic.

It's a matter of honor, Nick.
I was hoping you'd understand.

There's something
you don't know.
It's about Emma.

She did live that night...

and the next,

but then
an infection set in.

I tried everything,
but I couldn't do anything.

So I brought Sean
to her.

He was with her
when she died.

She died.

He's never going to forgive
you for this, Liam. Never.

She died.

But you said that you'd healed
her, that she was better.

I did everything
I could do.

And you've lied to me.

Liam--

You've lied to me
for 200 years.

I'm sorry.
Sorry?

You're sorry, Amanda?

Liam.

Nick, just for once
I wish you'd be on my side.

I am on your side,

but you can't throw yourself
against every Immortal who's
after a friend of yours.

As a survival strategy,
it stinks.

Yeah,
but Liam is different.

Why? Because
he's a priest?

No. Because he's good.

There should be
more Liams in this world,
don't you think?

Let me see if I've
got this straight.

You think if you keep
Liam alive, in the universal
scheme of things,

that balances off
all the bad things
you've done.

What?
I don't think I'm bad.

And the fact that he's
living a lie-- your lie--
has nothing to do with it?

You know what?
I've changed my mind.
I don't want you on my side.

Bonjour.

Merci.

Nah.

Are you lookin'
for somethin'?

Close. Someone.

It's your lucky day.

You found her,
and she's thirsty.

It's your line.

What's a nice girl like you
doing in a place like this?

Stick around.

Maybe I'll show you.

I'll tell you what.

If I'm not back
in five minutes,
you start without me.

Black rook
takes white knight.

Checkmate in five.

You see, that's the thing
about us mortals.

- We fly underneath the radar.
- Dangerous hobby.

By the way, love the artwork
on the bikes.

"Live by the sword,
die by the sword"?
Immortal boys club.

You want to join?

Do I get a free
decoder ring if I do?
Should I kill him now?

Maybe later.
What are you doing here?

I thought it was time
for us grown-ups to talk.

Well, then you can take
a message for me.

Tell Liam
he can't keep his ass
on holy ground forever.

He didn't mean
to kill your mother.

- It changed him.
- Yeah. Changed me too.

He became a priest.
He's a good one.

He doesn't live by the same
set of rules anymore.

He's immortal.
There's only one set of rules.

Tell Amanda--

Tell her I'm sorry
for her pretty clothes,

but she's lucky it wasn't
her neck I sliced.

She won't let you hurt Liam,
and neither will I.

Thanks for the warning.

I've got business
to take care of, and I
don't need an audience.

You're not gonna leave me here
with Mr. Personality, are you?

Don't break him.
Just slow him down a bit.

This is a new coat.

Sean!

Waste the bullets.
I'm not gonna play here.

It'd make for some
pretty interesting fireworks.

Sword in flames.
Probably not what you
had in mind.

Today, tomorrow--
he's mine!

Sean, I know what it's like
to lose someone close.

Then you know
what killing Liam's
all about.

The feeling in your gut
turns upside down, doesn't it?

- And the sound when
the blade cuts the throat.
- Part of the game!

I understand
killing to survive,
but for revenge?

Come on, Sean.
You're a smart kid.
You know the difference.

You know nothing
about me.

I know that no matter
what you do, your mother's
still gonna be dead.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry too.

No.

I said no!

It's not his fault.

So... what are we gonna do
with Prince Charming then?

- Just keep him from the ball.
- For how long?

Till tomorrow night.
That's all the time I need.

So that's it?
You just walk away now?

Why would I stay?
I don't know.
Your holy vows.

Do you cross your fingers
when you make them?

It has all been a lie--
my whole life.

- I did not protect you--
- I didn't ask you to face Sean.

Protect you for 200 years
from the truth so you could
just throw it all away now.

I can't do it, Amanda.

I realize that it's the lie
that's kept me going,

the belief that God
was listening to me,
that he answered my prayers.

I thought I was special,

chosen.

That's not faith.
That's vanity.

Liam. Liam.

Look, I didn't come here
to debate theology with you.

I came here for this.

I'm not gonna fight you.
This is holy ground.

I'm not gonna take your head,
just show you how long you'll
keep yours when you leave here.

- I don't want to
fight you, Amanda.
- You don't have a choice.

That's pretty good, Liam.

Pretty good.

Whoo!

You know what?
You just might live a day.

Then again, maybe not.

All this time, and you
never told me she died.
What good would it do?

You found your purpose.
You found your calling.

Do you know how precious
that is? I couldn't let you
throw that away.

Not your decision to make.

Then you make
the decision, Father.
What are you gonna do?

Sorry about
the accommodations.

It's the maid's
century off.

Let's get
something straight.

Sean likes you.
I don't.

Shut up, stay down.

The game is over.

Where's Sean?

He's gone to take care
of some business.

Any idea how expensive
that camera was?

This is not the best way
to handle this.

You'd rather the photos
be on the cover ofTime?

Photos or not,
this story's gonna
make my career.

Please don't say any more.
You're making things worse.
Can't keep me here forever.

That's not the plan,
darling.
You can't.

Can't? Can't what?
Look, I've been thinking.
It's the easiest way.

But it's wrong.
Yeah, but she's just
a drop in the ocean.

No one will ever
miss her.

Like it or not, Liam,
you're in the game now.

This fight, it's madness.
This isn't your war.
We've been over this.

We didn't give up our home
in Scotland so you could die
by English hands.

No. You gave it up
so I could live a free man,
and I bless you for that.

Charge!

You won't be
needing this anymore.

A sword'll soon be
more to your taste.

Sean!

Whatever happened to those days
when it was just... sex?

How are you doing,
handsome?

I like a man
in handcuffs.

Well, I'm better
with both hands.

I know. I've seen you
with Dieter.

You nearly broke
his jaw.

He heals fast.

Whatever happened to those days
when it was just... sex?

What about you?
What about me?

I love Scottish accents.

That wasn't so bad,
was it?

It's not that
I didn't like it.

You should ask a lady first
before she says yes.

I will, next time
I see a lady.

Sex.

Sex.

Sex.

Sex.

Sex.

Sex.

How's our new pet doing?

Decidedly
unpredictable.

- What happened?
- Nothing happened.

Whatever happened to those days
when it was just...
Nothing?

sex?

Like hell it didn't.

Dieter.

Dieter, what's wrong?

Dieter,
it was just a kiss.

Damn it!

One less mortal here or there.
It's not like she's anyone
special, Liam.

- She's special to someone!
- Not to me!
- To God!

To God, but not you.

You've given up on the Lord,
haven't you, Liam?

Uh-uh.

You know what?
It's time to end this.

- I won't let you kill her.
- Is that your vanity speaking?

No, it's my faith.

Thank you.

Don't go!

At least take my sword.

You know I can't.
Liam.

In the end, there can be
only one. I knew that day
it wasn't gonna be me.

So you just throw
your whole life away
for one mistake?

I'm not throwing
my life away.

I've giving it
back to God.

This is not the way
I planned it.

Let's get this
over with, Sean.

That's exactly what
I intend to do, Padre.

- Draw your sword.
- I have none.

I made a vow, Sean.

Your mother's blood
would be the last blood
I draw.

Very noble, but I'm still
going to take your head.

I know.

- Then fight me for it!
- No. That I won't do.

Stop!

He dies,
you die.
You lying bastard!

No! The battle's engaged.
You can't interfere.

I'm not immortal.
Not my rules.

On your honor, Nick.

Amanda!
I'm here.

- I want your word.
- You can't expect me
to do nothing.

Avenge my death,
my life will mean nothing.
Promise me, Amanda!

- Promise!
- I promise.

Are you quite done,
Father?

I've waited 200 years
for this.

Sean.

I forgive you.

You forgive me?

Who the hell gave you the right
to forgive anyone?

Your mother...
when she forgave me.

Get on your feet!

Fight me! Fight me!

Do what you have to, Sean.

Let's go.

I spoke to my editor.
What'd you say?

I'd had a psychotic incident
and, please, not to repeat
anything I might have said.

- And did he believe you?
- Frighteningly, yeah.

He even suggested a shrink.

Here's to the greatest
story never told.
Exactly.

But "A," no one
would have believed me,
and "B," it had a happy ending.

It would have made
a lousy news story.

But it's gonna make
one hell of a novel.

I've gotta go.
My computer's calling.

Are you sure
you shouldn't
let me kill her?

To good friends,
both of you.

No thanks needed.
Just buy us dinner and, uh,
keep us in your prayers.

Right. Liam
and the patron saint
of thieves.

Like this.
Didn't you know?

What?

His name is St. Nick.

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