Highlander: The Raven (1998–1999): Season 1, Episode 22 - Dead on Arrival - full transcript

# I'm gonna
bust the binary bank

# Tommy's got your protocol

# Time for
additional currency

# Exchange

Come on, baby!

I been away so long.
Show me what you got.

Come on.
Don't make me beg for it.
Burnin' down your firewall.

I am the URLs man!

Watch out, dog.

I'm on your butt.

So much for 40-bit encryption.



Oh, beauty!

# Ridin' my joystick
Aching to love

Oh, you can run,
but you can't hide.

Sweet!

Excuse me, Tom.
Security breach.

I'm sorry, Tom.
Perimeter situation.

Time to back it up,
baby.

# Download the mother lode

# Beamin' to the Beemer
Come on

# Listen, why stay here long
Smart old lady, come on

Yeah!

# Download alpha, beta, gamma

# Na-na-nana-fo-fanna

# Nina-nina-bohema



# Whamma-whamma-hosanna

Hello.
Somebody's home.

I thought we should meet
face-to-face.

Be my guest.

I know everything
about you.

Fiber optic T-1 digital uplink,
sat descrambler.

Pentium envy.
I'm blushing.

And this sweet thing.

Janet, isn't it?

Mmm. Too bad
she's your sister.

- Private dicks just aren't
what they used to be.
- Neither are bank robbers.

Is that what you call it?

Well, 10 million
goes missing
from a Swiss bank.

What do you call it?
Magic.

Not magic.
The best hack job I've ever seen
this side of black ops.

But there's one fail-safe
you forgot.

- And that is?
- Looks like we got a standoff.

Really?

Son of a bitch.

I forgot to tell you.

I... can... reboot.

Excuse me, Tom.

I seem to have detected
a virus.

Please shut down
immediately.

I'm sorry.

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.

You said dinner.
I know.
I've got to cancel, sweetie.

Ohh.

Ah. Janet,
this is Nick Wolfe.
Janet Ross.

Hello.
Hi.

- How do you know each other?
-
Ah, from the British Gal--

I'm sorry.
I didn't catch that.

- I'm with the British Gallery.
- The British Gallery.

Yes, it's a gallery
in Britain.

A couple of years ago,
Amanda unloaded a trunkful
of Renaissance clothing.

What can I say?
The lady's a saint.

Then all the cops showed.

-I never did thank you properly.
-Not to worry.
Let's talk about dinner.

The police?

Somebody stole the Bombay Ruby
from the museum's vault
the next day.

Now, who do you suppose
would do a thing like that?

Some seedy little
criminal type, no doubt.

Well, it fooled Scotland Yard.
They never did suss it out,
I mean, how he got in.

You know,
I could probably help--

Let's talk about dinner.
Why are you canceling
on me?

My daft brother, Tom.

He's got this gig
here in town.

That's okay.
The more the merrier.

Uh-uh.
You don't understand.

He's disappeared.

I don't know you
from Adam.

Are you sure you're game?

It's up to you.
But the cops can't
do anything for 48 hours.

Okay.

"Tom Ross,
private detective.

Specializes
in computer crimes. "

Cyber dick, he calls it.
Cyber--

It says he was trained
with Army Intelligence
and then released?

Mm-mmm.
He was actually dismissed.

Born rebel is our Tommy.

Who's he working for
in Paris?
I don't know.

He said it was
something important.

So you went to his
apartment last night
and he wasn't there.

I've been there this morning--
nobody's seen him.

I've been to the cops--
they think I'm being hysterical.

Janet, if he's in Paris,
I'll find him.

I hope you're right.

You are not a policeman.

Sure, I am.
Where's your uniform?

Undercover.

Let's see some I. D.

Uh, I. D.

Uh, yeah,
I left it in the car.

There was something here.

I didn't take nothing.

- Scorch marks.
- Cigarette butts.

Hey, is Monsieur Ross
coming back?

That's what I intend
to find out.

He's overdue
on his garage fees.

Two hundred francs.
Not my problem.

Okay,
so I sell his car.

His car?

Two hundred francs,
Mr. Policeman.

Nice. Guy's missing,
for 200 francs
you're gonna sell his car.

You're all heart.

"In the event of my death. "
Doesn't sound like
rock and roll to me.

Hello there.
Oh. Think it's for you.

"Is Tom Ross
Dead Or Missing? "

Answer the question, please.

Yes.

A tease.

All right, my sweet.
I'm coming.

Talk to daddy.

Who's knocking
at my door?

Phone trace.
Locate source.

Right in town.
How convenient.

What the hell
is all this about?

Zelda's more fun.

Address search.

Cross reference
municipal, police,
tax, immigration records.

Wolfe.
Never heard of you.

Ah.

Ex-cop. Perfect.

What's this?

Amanda Montrose?

Amanda.

Could it be?

Time for a little...

search and destroy.

Transmit Merlin.

Excuse me.
I'm gonna go watch
some paint dry somewhere.

I don't like
the looks of this.

No, no, you don't.

It's a medieval hex symbol.

Cute.

Not so cute--
Aah!

Champagne. Champagne.

More champagne.

Yes, it sounds like
a perfect evening.

Congratulations, Amanda.

You found me.

Peyton.

Sleep now.
Close your eyes.

He sleeps?

Your son is comfortable,
Your Grace, but there's
nothing more I can do.

I do not want him comfortable.
I want him well.
We must bleed him again.

Oh, but look on him.

Vincent,
my poor boy,

he grows weaker
by the day.

'Tis true.
A stranger fever
I have never seen.

Dear Mother, be heartened.
Another potion
of my own creation.

What potion?

A healing fluid to
conduct the vicious humors
from his earthly shell.

The planets and stars
align in perfect order.

Vincent's health is foretold
by the heavens themselves.

With your kind
permission, Father.

Yes, yes, son.
At once, Peyton.

Sip,

dear brother.

Drink well
of the elixir of life.

Pray tell, fair Amanda,
what ails you?

Curiosity.

Sorcery,
mathematics, potions.

It's very bewildering
for a mere
lady-in-waiting.

And for what, we wonder,
is this immortal lady waiting?

Sir?

Perhaps the ruby-encrusted
crucifix that adorns
our family chapel.

Sir, not at all.

Curiosity, as I've said.

For instance,
this map of the heavens.

Regard.
Mmm.

The positions
of the stars...

are represented
by numbers.

When Jupiter
is in the fifth house...

and Mars aligns
with the North Star,

behold the necromancy.

Thirteen, five,

seven, nine, ten
and seven.

Only numbers, surely.

More than numbers.

The prophecy.

A time when the heavens
foretell greatness
for those strong of will...

and desire.

And these?

Tincture of mandrake.

Root of burum.

The stamens
from the acanthus plant.
What do these foretell of?

Ancient patterns
and dark rhythms
for the unwary.

Death, possibly?

A poison in the guise
of a fever,

the afflicted sinking
deeper and deeper...

until death
mercifully claims him.

Such sound chemistry
from a mere lady-in-waiting.

With Vincent dead,

you stand to inherit
everything.

Shall I
kill you now?

Pin your wings to a board
like a beautiful,
headless butterfly?

But Vincent
is your brother.
Not my blood.

I was a foundling,
like yourself.
They took me in.

And you would repay them
with murder.

Thousands
of hectares of land,

an ancestral fortune...

and one day perhaps
a kingdom of my own forever.

What is one tepid youth...

or one slender neck...

compared to all that?

You would destroy everything
for me?

Look around.

The Quickening
would blast this chamber bare--

your experiments,
your potions,

dust in the blink of an eye.

In return for your life,
I command from you a promise.

One of silence.

A promise you shall have.

But not one of silence.

I promise...

to expose your villainy
to the count.

You devil girl!
My father will never
believe you!

Still playing
with potions and poisons?

Uh, bits and bytes.

No, real magic is dead,
I'm afraid.

People don't have
the soul for it anymore.

Oh, and you do.

Computers
are my alchemy now.

Push a button,
and millions disappear
from one bank...

to magically reappear
in another.

It's not quite as dramatic
as the old ways, but...

more effective.

That's fascinating, Peyton.
Why don't you tell me more?

It's a warning, Amanda.

You stay out of it,

or the next thing to disappear
will be your beautiful head.

I understand you used to be
a fighter, Mr. Wolfe.

A brutal sport.
So hard on the hands.

- Anybody ever tell you
you kick like a girl?
- Not more than once.

Some unresolved issues,
maybe?

Look, let's talk.

No, better still,
I'll talk, you listen.

Stay out of my business!

- And if I don't?
- Shall I demonstrate again?

That one even hurt me.

Point taken.

I'm done.

Where's Tom Ross?

Not here.

Or here.

Maybe... here.

Francois.
Red wine, please.

Uh, yes.
Thanks for covering
for George today.

Hi!
What's your poison?

I was wondering
if Nick found anything.

He didn't tell you?
Tell me what?

He had to go out of town,
to Washington.

Washington?
What the hell is he
doing in Washington?

Oh, it's all very confidential,
very hush-hush.

But the local police
are very good.

I think you should
just be patient.

Patient?
Easy for you to say.

Tom's still missing.
He could be dead.

I don't know.
I thought you said
I could trust him.

Janet--

Janet?
Guess you missed
your plane, huh?

I'm missing
something here.

Thanks for bailing on me!
Do I look like someone
who's bailed on anybody?

What happened to you?

Never mind.

I'm sorry, Janet.
I can't tell you anything
about your brother yet.

You think he's dead,
don't you?

Ohh!
Janet.

You told Janet
I was off the case?

I did it for her sake
as much as yours.
Yeah, right.

Look, Peyton's
been a murdering bastard
for 800 years.

Janet's brother is missing.
It's not gonna take Einstein
to figure this out.

So you just
send her away?
What's your plan?

You gonna go another
20 rounds with Peyton?
You gonna tell Janet what he is?

Well, go ahead.
No, I wanna nail
the son of a bitch.

Good luck.
He's a killer
anda magician.

Look, Nick, you found him once
and you're still alive.

Some people
haven't been so lucky.

I tell you-- your son
Vincent is not sick.
He's been poisoned.

Poisoned?
By Peyton.

How dare you!
Peyton is my son.

What you suggest
is treason.
I beg you--

Did you not notice
a change in Peyton when
he returned from the Highlands?

My son had been on
a grueling adventure.

We thought him dead.
When he returned,
we felt only joy.

'Tis true, though,
my dear.

Aside from
his newfound passion
in the occult arts,

he is...
different now.

Do both you women
conspire against me?

I have proof
of what I claim.

Your life will be forfeit
if you do not.

I'm shocked, Father.

That I would inflict such horror
on my own brother?

There is
no poison here.

Only healing herbs
and flowers.

Very well.
How do you resolve this?

You see? This woman
conspires against me,
against our family.

We must be rid of her!

Oh, my dear!

Stop her!
She's mad!

What could possibly
kill this rat?
Mandrake, burum, acanthus.

These are not healing herbs,
Your Grace, but poison.

Your own brother!

That simpering,
mewling creature...

could never command
a people, an army.

If there is a right heir,
it is I.

My son!
How could you?

I was never your son!
I was your charity!

Then last year I was reborn.

God reached down
his mighty hand...

and snatched me
from the very maw of death
and made me immortal.

Immortal? You're mad.

Immortal.
Why else should I be spared
but to rule?

It is only because
you are my son that I
grant you your life.

But you shall
never rule!

I banish you
from my land forever.

As you wish.

Of course, Father.

If Your Grace
could only grant forgiveness
on my exile.

Never. Leave us now,
before I summon the executioner.

My husband!

Demon,
what have you done?

A special poison
of my own creation.

Do not worry, Father.
You will not linger
as poor Vincent has lingered.

The antidote,
or you die.

What is death to us
but an illusion?

Count Van Der Meer
was dead within the hour.

So what's Peyton
into now,
besides murder?

You met him.
He's not exactly
the chatty type.

Are you okay?

I guess he caught me
harder than I thought.

Time to go to work.

I don't feel good
about this, Nick.

Look who's here.
Our lead soprano.

So, how you feeling, Wolfe?

- I'll heal.
Give me a couple of days.
- Think so?

Amazing what undertakers
can do with makeup.

- What's going on, Peyton?
- A little insurance.

Your friend's just inhaled
a slow-acting poison.
My own recipe, I might add.

Twenty-two hours
and counting.

- What do you want?
- Breathing space.

A mere 12 hours.
You stay out of my affairs,
I'll give you the antidote.

Well, you can't get it
if you kill me.

Ain't payback a bitch?

Catch!

We'll just find
another doctor.

And they'll tell me
exactly the same thing.

They've never seen
anything like it.

They'd like to hold me
for observations.

By then I'll be dead.

We're gonna work this out.
The way out
is Peyton.

Why don't you
just rest here a second?
Yeah.

Nick--
Oh, no.

You're not gonna give me
another of those "A day is like
1,000 years" speeches, are you?

You know, for some
a thousand years is like a day.

You're not going to die.

Not today, not tomorrow.

I promise you that.

You been saving up
for a miracle?

Come on.

Janet?

Is he okay?
Oh,
he's been better.

What's up?
I got a letter today.

From my brother.

It's a hard copy
of Peyton's paper trail.

It was posted
on the day he disappeared.

He must have known
what he had was hot.

I don't understand.
What's this chap got?

From the looks of it,
I would say
$100 million.

What?
Yeah.

Quite a little nest egg.
Yeah. Your brother was
following Peyton for months.

He must have known
he was stealing millions
and just socking it away.

One hundred million?

Mm-hmm.
And this is the trail
of the last 10 million.

Are you okay?
Yeah.

So, Peyton
was hacking into banks,

embezzling money digitally
and then moving it around
with the computer program.

Yep.
Five minutes in Zurich.

- Then to Montreal.
Then back to Paris.
- Why?

To keep the accounts, the money,
everything ahead of
a bank investigation or audit.

Until today.

3:00,
the money trail ends...

at the Bank of Lutetia
in Paris, in a numbered account.

Which is why
he couldn't leave town.

We got him. Right?

We got him.

Now the trick is
to draw him out in the open,
piss him off.

- How?
- Well, Tom did a great job.

But he didn't get us
the account numbers.

Numbered bank account.
Right?
Right.

So whoever
has the account number
can withdraw the money. Right?

Right. But the problem is,
we don't have
the account numbers.

- Thirteen--
- Five--

Seven, nine...

ten, seven.

Greatness comes from heaven.

I wonder which house
Jupiter is in today
at 3:00.

Speak English.

Peyton's methods may have
changed over the years,
but not his madness.

He'll gaze to the heavens
to find that magical
account number.

All you do is go in there,
take a deep breath
and act like you own the place.

I still think
you're the front-runner.

I can't go in there.
If Peyton sees me, he knows me.
He's never seen you.

Are you close by?
Honey, I'll be
right around the corner.

Have courage.
It's gonna be okay.

Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Deep breath.

Okay. Bye.

Peyton.

You can't stop me.

I could slow you down.

I wonder
what it'll be like
to die.

Maybe you'll see
a warm white light...

and those old folks from home
waiting to take you by the hand.

Or maybe there'll be
nothing waiting
but cold and darkness.

I'll live long enough
to spit on your grave.

You think so?

There's that burning,
searing thing again.

Smaller dose,
it could've taken you
weeks to die.

You should be
thanking me.

Thank you.

Whoa! What just happened?

I don't know!

How are you feeling now,
Wolfe?

I feel like
a million bucks.

Make that 10 million.

So many presidents,
so little time.
What's a girl to do?

A hundred million dollars.

If I was
an immortal sociopath,

what would I want
with that much money?

Janet Ross.

How did you find me?

Maybe I'm psychic.
Or maybe you paid for your
hotel with a credit card.

No, the point is,
we're together.

What have you done
with Tom?

Tom? First things first.
My money.

No. I want to see
my brother Tom.

Ask, and ye shall receive.

We'll take your car.

Here. Maybe you
should go lie down.

It took you long enough.

I had a little errand
to run.

So, how are those
abdominal cramps?

Builds character.

Pretty soon now
your throat will start
to constrict.

It'll get harder
and harder to breathe.

And then the pain.

You ain't felt nothing yet.

Go ahead.
Pile it on.

We've still got
10 million of your dollars.

And I've got your antidote.

Not to mention
the lovely Janet.

It's too bad she
didn't have the money.

Okay.

Where and when?

Oh.

Nick. Nick!

All right. Ready.

Or not.

Just resting.

Ouch.

- You'd better get going.
- I'm not leaving without you.

You've got a meeting
with Peyton.

You don't need to be
worrying about me.

Look, we started this together,
we finish it together.

Okay?

Why did you have to kill Tom?

Too smart.

You see, if two people
know a secret,

it's a trick.

But if only one person
knows a secret,

it's magic.

Come on.

Oh!

You sure
this is the place?

Oh, yeah.

You go.
I can't make it.

No!

Okay.
You stay here.

Look, if I don't live--

Then Peyton doesn't.

Stay here.

That's pretty impressive.

You're getting better
in your old age.

You robbed me
of my kingdom once, Amanda.

My chance to rule
as a nobleman.

Believe me,
it's not gonna happen again.

A hundred million dollars?
I thoughtIhad expensive taste.

Oh! Thank you.

I'm okay.

Oh, God.
What's happened to you?

Are you okay?
Go!

Go!

What's this about?

A hundred million
buys you an island
or a whole country?

The psychopath
who would be king?

What the hell
are you doing?

Magic.

Or in this case,
computer magic-- holograms.

Only one of me has the power
to kill you, Amanda.

But which one?

Which one?
Which one?

Which one?
Which one?

I have the antidote!

We both know
there never was one.

- What did you do?
-

Wolfe.

I'm not leaving without you.

Lovely.

No!

Hey.

Hey.

So,

I guess this is
good-bye, huh?

Amanda.
Yeah?

Give the money
back to the bank.

- I want you to forgive me.
- For what?

For this.

You're not gonna die.
You're going to live.

You're immortal.

How long have you known?

Since the day we met.

Which is why
you told me what you were.

Yeah. And because
I trusted you
with my life.

But you didn't bother
to share it with me.

- It wasn't my place.
- But it was your place
to shoot me?

Immortality is triggered
by a violent death.

The poison Peyton gave you
was slow-acting,

and it would kill you...
forever.

Only you couldn't
just let that happen.

No.

But it wasmylife.

Well... now
it's your life forever.

I've given you a gift.

You call this a gift?

Yeah.

Hundreds, maybe thousands
of years of life,
and all I have to do...

is go around
decapitating people to survive,
like you-- that's a gift?

But you'll see things
you never imagined.

You'll become things
you never dreamed of...
forever.

It's something
most people just dream about.

My friends, my family,
everyone I've ever
known or loved,

standing by,
watching them die?

Not everyone.

It's not a dream.
It's a nightmare.

Once, everything was clear.

Good guys, bad guys,
life and death.

Then you meet someone,

someone you want to love,

and it all changes.

Death brings life.

Life brings death.

What room is there
for love...

when there can be
only one?

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