Highlander: The Raven (1998–1999): Season 1, Episode 3 - Bloodlines - full transcript

There she is.

Her highness is on the move.

In position, guys.

That goes for you too,
Nick.

Come on out front.

You got anybody
inside of those?

Do you think Congress
will approve your merger
with National Cable?

Did I tell you how to be a cop?
Don't tell me how to do
security, okay?

- Is that a yes or a no?
- Don't be a pain in the ass.
We ran a sweep an hour ago.

Our mission at News World Media
is to bring objective reporting
to the world.

How can Congress
disapprove of that?



Radio, newspapers, magazines,
now cable television--

wouldn't you call that
a monopoly on the news?

I call that smart business.

If you're allowed to take over
this cable company--
You have any comments?
No.

- Ms. Grady, please.
Any comments?
- No more comments.

-
Just one more question.
- Gun! Get down!

Luke, give me a hand!

Fingers go right here.
Don't move until
an ambulance comes.

Got a shooter on the roof!
Southeast corner!

But that's-- Nick, wait!

Freeze!

- Stop!

We'll bring the coroner in
in a few minutes.

Stay back here, please.



See if
that blood type's a match.

Look, Nick, you needed a job,
I gave you one.

But don't ever screw
with my team again, okay?

Bert.

What?
We got him.

Right. Wegot him.
Yeah, we got him.

Wegot him. Hmm?
Okay.

Come on.
Let's grab a beer.

You're buying.
You'rebuying.

I'm always buying.

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.

It's just a crease.
You're a lucky woman.

Lucky? Last thing I remember,
some screaming lunatic
was all over me.

I make a lousy
first impression.

Nick Wolfe.
He saved your life.

- That son of a bitch
really meant it.
- What son of a bitch?

A major uplink in 48 hours
with a five-continent
simulcast,

and I'm hardwired
to a bedpan.

You said "son of a bitch. "
What son of a bitch?

Some yahoo sent me a letter--
anonymous, threatening.
The usual.

You ever seen this man
before?

Never. That's him?

- Dead?
- Yeah. Yeah, he's dead.

- So, who is he?
- Well, it's hard to say.

No I. D. on the body?

No body.
What?

We just heard
from the boys at the morgue.

The body's disappeared.

As far as I'm concerned,
you can have the computer age.

It used to be all you needed
were steady hands,

the right perfume,
a low-cut blouse.

The personal touch
could get you
in and out of anything.

Now everything's wires,
hardware,

bits and bytes,
electronic worms.

You can keep modern technology.
I'll take the good old days.

Come on.

Oh, no.

I had a cocker spaniel
who could do better.

With a blindfold?
The room will be
pitch-black.

Ah. Excuses, excuses.

Besides, the alarm wasn't
fully deactivated.

Really?

- Your stun gun?
- Mmm.

Voila.

And to think
I used to admire you.

I'm tired, darling.

- And bar the door.

Nick!
What a pleasant surprise.

Why, it'sNick.
Come on in,Nick.

Why, Amanda, can you believe
how long it's been...

since we've seenNick?

Nick.

- Yeah, so I've heard.
- It's great to see you.

Um, come in.

Would you like some coffee
or, uh, a grape maybe?

I'll peel it for you.

I was wondering if you could
do something for me.

Sure.

Have you ever
seen this man before?

No, never.

Take a closer look.

-Is he an Immortal?

I told you-- I've never
seen him before,
all right?

Uh. Let me explain that.
I've never seen him before.

So you've never
seen him before.
Take this. I--

Yeah.
Okay. So he's not
an Immortal.

Nick, how would I know?
It's not like we're listed
in the yellow pages.

Just because something weird
happens, it doesn't mean
that it's one of us.

Why are you being
so defensive?
I'm not defensive.

You're being defensive.
You've never seen him
before?

Didn't I just say that?

- Where are you going?
- Hey, you've never
seen him before.

The lady's still alive,
and, if he is an Immortal,
she may not stay that way.

Thanks for your help.

My pleasure.

Not that
I was eavesdropping.

Oh, no, no, no.
That would be rude.

Exactly.
But?

Amanda.
Hmm?

My darling.
Yes?

You're not even
lying well anymore.

Lucy, when I want
your opinion--
You'll get it.

Now, what are you
going to do?
Ah.

I'm going to consult
the Immortal yellow pages.

Hello?

Ah, Morgan.

For you.
Just a little gift.

Did you make this
for me?

Sorry. Didn't hear anybody.
Hello.

Um, actually, I'm wondering
about this artist.

Morgan Kenworthy.
Ah, that's right.

Is he in today?
Sorry. Not today.

Mm. Tell you what--
I'm gonna take this vase.

And perhaps I could have
his phone number?

No. We don't give out--
My card.
Tell him to give me a call.

And tell him it's about
a hundred-year-old
silver bracelet.

Oh. We're not
into antiques.

Honey, you're talkin' to one.

I like your hair.
It's really cute.

Michael Crawford, 340.

Michael Crawford,
please call 340.

Nurse, give a hand here,
please.

Hello?

It was him!
The dead guy!

He was dressed
as a doctor.

Oop! Sorry.

Fifteen to I. C. U. , please.

-Fifteen, I. C. U.
-

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Sorry, guys.

Okay, my mistake.

Congratulations, Nick.

You finally graduated
to "major pain in the ass. "

Here you go.
Yeah, well,
I owe it all to you.

Thanks for coming
down here.
Hey, it's only my day off.

She's checking
out of here,
you know?

Good for her.

You got any men
you can spare?

I'll check with the boss.
Why? You got a job?

You talkin' about Denise?
She needs protection.

Nick, we got the shooter.
You were there, remember?

Is that a yes
or a no?

It must be tough
losin' your partner.

A thing like that
could really throw a guy.

You take
any time off after?

Come on, Nick.
Take a week now.
Hell, make it a month.

Just take some time off.
Wait a minute.
Are you firing me?

Am I fired?
Nick, you need a rest.

Recharge-- get laid,
do whatever.

You did good, Nick.

Come on.

Door's always open for you.
You know that.

Amanda.
I got your message.
Oh.

It's so good to see you.
It's certainly a happier
occasion than the last time.

Yes.

Glad to see you weren't
too distracted to make it here.
Sorry, Father.

Late for your own speech.

I mean,
that's a fine example to set.

That's my fault,
I fear, Morgan.

Ah, well.

Well, don't just stand there,
my son. Go on in, inside.

For luck.
Yes.

Amanda, here.

For you.

Just a little gift.

Did you make this
for me?

Yeah.

He's here.
We've been
waiting for you.

My son is happy.

I haven't seen him happy
for a long time.

William carries
a heavy burden,

but you--
you make it light.

Thank you, Morgan.
It's beautiful.

Shall we go inside then?
Yes.

Are you tired
of Tammany Hall...

and its greedy gangs
of political cutthroats?

Yeah! Yeah!

Are you tired of them
lining their pockets
with your money?

- Murderer!
-

-You killed my Johnny.

- Stand back.
-
Somebody do something.

No, no.

Murder.
That's what it is.

You kill
with your damn words.

Reform. Revolt.

Johnny's death
broke my heart, Jack.

- And he died for nothin'.
-Your son was
a fine young man, Jack.

We mourn him,
and we will miss him,
but you are wrong.

He died so Mueller there
wouldn't have to go home
to a dying wife...

because he can't
afford medicine.

He died for me.
He died for you.
He died for all of us.

If you want to take
my life for his,
I can't stop you.

But it won't bring
your son back, Jack.
Please.

Please.
Give me the gun, Jack.

Help us fight.
Help us win.

For Johnny.
For all of them.

He's inside.
You know what to do.

Now, for 40 years,
we've watched these
corrupt political bastards...

steal and cheat and kill.

-Are we gonna let them
run wild for another 40?
- No! No!

It's the police.
Grady's boys?

We'll follow you.
We're with you, Will.
We believe in you.

Well done.
You're our man.

What shall we do?
Keep William here.
I'll go check the back.

- Good on you.
-
We believe in you.

Seal this entrance.

Don't go out that way.
That's the police.
No, Father.

No more running.
No more hiding.

Kenworthy.
At last.

Your time for justice
is now at hand, Grady.

No!

Oh, my God!

William!
He shot him!

Grady!
You murdering bastard!

He killed him!

No.

My darling!

Oh, no!

What--

Oh, no.

Not him.

Please, God!
Morgan.

My William.

Oh!
We can't help him now.

Wait.

I should be dead.
No.

I'll explain to you later.

We have to go.

Oh!

Oh, William.

They'll pay for this,
William!

I swear
they'll pay for this!

William.

Their time of justice--
Morgan.

No! Leave me alone!

Morgan!
Murderers!

Morgan!
I'll get my revenge!

"Hear, O Lord,
and have mercy upon me.

"Lord, be Thou my helper.

"Thou hast turned for me
my mourning into dancing.

"Thou hast put off my sackcloth
and girded me with gladness. "

That he may bless and deliver
all the souls of the faithful...

to holy life and eternal rest.

- No! No!

Oh, no!

Get him!

Fetch a doctor!

Morgan, where have you been?

Could you believe
that bastard came here
after killing my William?

It's all over with now.
No.

It'll never be over.
I think he went this way!

There's so much
I need to tell you.

There's so much
you need to know.

We have to meet later.
Where will you be?

It doesn't matter.
Yes, it does.

- Morgan!
-
Move it!

Morgan!

Come on! Over here!

Catch him!
Past the graveyard!

He went that way!

Over there!
This way!

That was
a long time ago.
It was yesterday.

That man who's after you?
He's a friend of mine.

I'm not interested in him.

It doesn't matter.
He's interested in you.
So?

So, I think that you should
forget about Denise Grady
and get out of town.

- I will.
- Hmm.

When she's dead.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

You're telling me
we spent 13 million
on a transponder,

and the uplink isn't ready?

What kind of crap is this?

I want that bird up on time,
or it'll be your ass
in orbit!

Here she is, back to work.
Fine!

News never sleeps.

What's up?

I'm a little curious
about something.

"Newly elected senator,
Thomas Grady,

"tragically shot down.

Son of murdered police captain
Russell Grady. "

- Keep going.
- "Both were killed after
receiving an anonymous letter.

"Your--

Your time of justice
is at hand. " Yeah.

My face
is all over the news.

Figured some wacko
poked around in my past.

Yeah, could just be
a copycat.

Correction.
Dead copycat.

But you did see
somebody there, right?

I don't know who I saw
or what I saw.

But it wasn't him,
because he's dead.

Who knows?
Maybe I'm cracking up. Hmm?

I'll tell you what.

If I'm right,
you stay alive.

If I'm wrong,
you stay alive.

Okay.

I'll wait downstairs
till someone gets here.

$500.
What?

That's my deposit
on a boat in Cabo.

I know. I'll make it up
to you, okay?

This is my first weekend off
in six months.

Margaritas, senoritas,
more margaritas.

What the hell's going on?
The lady
needs our protection.

You're her best choice
right now.

Yeah, right.

You owe me, man.
Now get the hell outta my way
and let me do my job.

I'll take the night shift.
Thanks, Bert.

See ya tonight.

Hmm.

William was five
when I found him alone,
begging in the streets.

So small.

But even then, I could see
his strength, his goodness.

People loved him, Amanda.

He was--

Well, he was their hope.
He was my hope-- my son.

And that bastard Grady...

stole all
he could have been--
would have been.

Morgan, Russell Grady
killed your son,

and you killed Grady.

You've had your revenge.

When they murdered William,

they murdered his future,
his heirs,

all that would have
come from him.

They made it
like he never was.

So now I return the favor.

The best of each generation
dies.

Are you out of your mind,
Morgan?

One person's death
may be justice, maybe.

But not this.
This is wrong.

For years, I wondered...

why I was immortal,

why I lived
and William died.

This is why.

Wait here.

- Who is it?
-It's me, Nick.

Uh, Nick, uh--

It's really not a good time
for me to talk to you
right now.

I'm sorry.
Just open the door.

I'm actually getting ready
to take a bath,
so it's no good.

Amanda,
open the damn door.
Would you just go away.

-I'm not goin' away.
- Well, I'm not opening
the door, so good-bye.

- Hey!

Are you proud of yourself,
tough guy?

It won't do any good
killing me.

He dies, you die, Morgan.

Amanda, don't do this.

Nick, you stay out of this.
This is Immortal business.

Immortal, my ass.
He's trying to kill her.

Sorry.

- Thank you.
- Get out of town, Morgan.

I got no fight with you.
I mean it.

I knew you were lying.
Congratulations.

Oh, no, but that's
not enough for you.

Why don't you just
electrocute me?

So, that's the thanks
I get.

"Thanks"?
Are you crazy?

Well, obviously,
if I was trying
to save your life.

Oh, please.
You're killing me
with kindness.

That's a hell
of a lot more than
Morgan would have done.

I could have
handled Morgan.

Oh. Lucy, Lucy.
Oh, so, why,

because, um, you boxed
for a couple of years?

Because you, uh,
were a cop?

You think you're ready
to take on an Immortal?

Here, Nick.
This will help the pain.

I'm looking at my pain.

All right, let's hear it.
Let's hear what you
were gonna do.

So you were gonna
shoot him, and--

He's gonna get up, you know.
So, what do you do?

You shoot him again,
and then what happens?

Oh, Lucy.
I'm bored already.

Whatever it takes
to bring him in.

Nick! Are you stupid?
Do I have to put up
a neon sign?

He's an Immortal.
It's none
of your business.

No. Ow.

It's murder, okay?
That makes it my business.

The guy's a silversmith?
What are you
talking about?

This is his hallmark.
Oh--
That's a coincidence.

Lying is pathological
with you, isn't it?

Thanks for the aspirin, Lucy.

All right, fine.
Just go out there,
get your ass killed.

If you don't care about it,
then why should I care
about it?

You know, you really
should get that door fixed.

Somebody could break in.

No!
Not the Baccarat!

Hey, Nick!
Lucy, I'm in a hurry.

I'm sorry to hold you up.
I just need
a couple of minutes.

Can it wait?
Nick, some people are proud.

They don't often say
what they really feel.

They keep everything in here.

But if they're your friend,
they're your friend for life.

They will do anything for you--
lie, cheat, steal.

Kill... if they had to.

Doesn't mean they're not
a pain in the ass though.

I don't want Amanda to lie,
cheat or steal, okay?
Especially not for me.

Well, just her way
of makin' nice.

Thanks.

I'm telling you.
Somebody's coming for her.

Not from where
I'm sitting.

Myers, this is for real.
He's coming for her.

He's coming to kill her.
She's in danger.

Listen to me.
I want you to check the house.

- Get off your ass--
- All right, all right.

Relax, man.

I was supposed
to be fishing right now.

Ms. Grady?

Sweet dreams.

Damn.

Denise?

Myers.

Hey. Hey.

Can you hear me?

Hey.

I'll be okay.
Denise--

Where is she?
I don't know.

Okay. Okay, come on.

Come on. Good.

Hang in there.

It's okay, it's okay.
What happened?

He's supposed to be dead.
I know.

Oh, my God!

You-You knew
he'd come back, didn't you?

How did you know that?
We'll talk later.

Where-Where are you
gonna go?

It's okay.
It's okay.

I need to look
for a silver pattern.

A little clumsy.
Effective but clumsy.

What the hell
are you doin' here?

Would you believe browsing?

How'd you find this place?

The vase.

Morgan Kenworthy
designed it.

His hallmark,
it's registered.

Very good.

Your boyfriend's
had a busy day.

He's not my boyfriend.
I haven't seen him
since 1897.

- Really?
- Really.

Well, he just shot a guy,
in case you're interested.

So don't give me the routine
about this mortal
and Immortal business, okay?

Well, the guy who's shot,
is he--
Myers.

Don't worry.
He'll live.

I didn't come here
to protect Morgan, you know.

Of course not.
You came here for me.

It's all so clear
to me now.
I'm trying to keep you alive.

You know what? Don't.
I don't need you
to save my life.

I'm a big boy, okay?
I can handle this myself.

Stay the hell
out of my way.

- Don't go out there, Nick.
-

Nick!

Wolfe! Walk away!

- You don't have to get hurt!
- Like Myers?

I just want the woman!

Oh!

Aw, Jesus!

You don't have the right.

Denise.

The senator.

How many Gradys
have you killed?

It's justice.

A mortal wouldn't understand.

It's murder.

Murder, I understand.

Don't! Don't! Don't!

Hey.
Hey.

Are you all right?

You know, my life
got really complicated
the day I met you.

Life's
always complicated.
Yeah.

Maybe now it's just
a little more interesting.

They're playing
our song.

I got a dead, headless body
in there that's connected
to an attempted murder...

that's connected
to a 50-year-old murder...

that's connected
to a hundred-year-old murder.

The police
are gonna have questions.
Absolutely.

I think we should leave.
I'll drive.

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