Relic Hunter (1999–2002): Season 1, Episode 19 - Love Letter - full transcript

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN 1:
De Bourdin's in the church
I must tell them.

PRIEST: Glory to god in the
highest and for all his
mercies, we give thanks.

I really shouldn't
be doing this.

Father, you must proceed.

I wouldn't allow my child
to be born a bastard.

Do you,
Guy De Bourdin,

take Josephine Pontoise
to be your wife, to honor...

and cherish
for as long as
you live?

I do.

And, do you,
Josephine Pontoise,



take Guy De Bourdin
for your husband,

to honor and love for
the rest of your life?

I do.

I hereby pronounce
you man and wife.

I made this myself,
for you, Josephine.

If you ever doubt
my love, read it

and be reassured,

I adore you and this
child more than life itself.

Father Louis,
take her somewhere
she will be safe.

Josephine. You must
think of our child.
No.

FATHER LOUIS:
Come, my child.

What's the meaning
of this? By what right?

In the name of
the revolution,
De Bourdin,

you and your
aristocracy must die.



[GRUNTS]

[CLANGING]

[PANTING]

[GROANING]

[EXCLAIMS IN PAIN]

Josephine!

It's impossible.
Her office hours are
completely booked.

Try next week.

As if.

Ancient studies.
Yeah, he's here.

Nicole Chamfort.

Nicole Chamfort.

Easy, rover.

Nicole, bonjour.

How's everything in France?

Did professor Fox
read my thesis yet?

I gave it to her
last night. She promised
me she'd get to it.

Nigel, please,
I really need her help.

I'll do what I can.

I'll think of some way to pay
you back. I've got to go.

I call you later.

Bye.

Pay me back. Yes.

And, Nicole would be?

A graduate student.

I see.

She's a friend.

I, I am just trying
to help her out.

And, what kind of help
does she need?

Nicole is researching
the history of her
ancestral home.

Apparently, it's about
to be transformed into
some jet-setter's resort.

Local land baron
is selling out
to Michael Barney.

The mega-developer guy.
Hm.

Turning a village
into a happening resort.

Am I missing
something?

There are families who
have lived in this village
for hundreds of years,

Claudia, they'd be displaced.

Listen, honeybun, Sydney
hasn't got time to go off
on another one of her...

adventures, you hear me?
She's been canceling
appointments since the...

beginning of the semester
and I've just finished
rescheduling the last one.

She's booked solid.
Sydney stays put, got it?

Nigel, Nicole stumbled
onto something big.

Nigel and I are
going to France.

If we find the wedding vows
are pre-signed, it'll prove
that guy's the...

father to Josephine's baby,
thus making her child rightful
heir to the village.

And, the current De Bourdin
can be legally restrained
from selling out

to Michael Barney.

I'm sorry. Fire me if you
want, but, I am not
pushing back these...

appointments one more time.
Come on, Claudia, you can do it.

No.

Well, just tell them
Sydney went out of town.

Butt out, lover boy.

I can't.
Why not?

Dean Bernson, the new
assistant dean, he's after
your relic hunting ass.

What are you
talking about?

His office called to verify
all the canceled classes,
the missed conferences.

He's ambitious,
Sydney, and dangerous.

You can't go.

Well, thanks for looking
out for me, Claudia,

but, I have to try
and help these people.

You're clever.

I am?

Yeah, I'm sure you'll figure
out a way to cover my relic
hunting butt.

Have fun, honeybun.

[HONKING HORN]

Nigel.

Nicole.

Thank you so much
for coming, Sydney.

I can't tell you how much
this means to me.

No problem.

I've arranged for us to
meet Father George
first thing tomorrow.

He's the priest at the same
church guy and Josephine were
married at 200 years ago.

Well, hopefully, were married.

Yes, I am afraid this is
the only place I could
get a room.

Looks charming.

And, I could only
get one room.

One room?

Um, that's all
that was left.

One room.

For the three of us.
I'm sorry.

Not a problem.
Not a problem.

We'll make it work.
We'll make it work.

Nigel, luggage.

Long day. Long day.

It's, it's eleven o'clock,
our time, Syd.

Why don't you
take a rest?

Yeah, I, I might
do that. And, you?

Actually, that sounds
like a good idea.
I think I'll take a...

jog.

You're not tired?

No, I mean,
she's a regular machine.

Yeah, they call me
the terminator.

I think I'll go
change.

I still can't believe
you convinced
her to help me, Nigel.

Oh, I, I thought
it was a worthwhile cause.

[CHUCKLES]

I'll never forget
this, Nigel.

Before, in, in class, I,
I look at you,

but, I, I never
really saw you.

Do you know
what I mean?

[PANTING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[GIGGLING]

Sydney.
Sydney.

What, what
happened to you?

Believe it or, not,
something good.

We're onto something
here because...

someone definitely
doesn't want us here.

Gilbert Pontoise,
beloved son of Josephine.

Orphaned by fate,

adopted by the village
of St. Agnes Sur Loire.

Translation was perfect.

Gilbert's mother Josephine
died in childbirth.

He was raised
by the villagers.

When he died,
Gilbert left all of his...

possessions to the village,
as a way of saying thanks.

Well, if he really was a
De Bourdin heir, then those
possessions would...

include the entire village.

Father George, would
it be possible to look
at the church records?

We're looking for a
marriage from 1789.

No, no I am afraid
the church archives were lost
during the revolution.

Lost?

The peasants believed
the clergy to be in collusion
with the nobles.

They wanted to burn
down the church.

Oh, father Louis
hid the records.

Yes, and other
treasures.

Let me guess, they were
never found.

That's right, he died
before he could tell anyone
where he hid them.

Mass is at seven,
if you're interested.

I think it's time
we paid Vincent
De Bourdin a visit.

Aristocratic families often
kept their own records.

But, it's not in his
interest to help us
find the document.

I'm not expecting
him to help. I just want to
see if he's hiding anything.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Um... we would like to see...
Yes?

Mr. De Bourdin.

At father
George's suggestion.

Very well.
Wait here.

It's nice to know lurch
is alive and well.

Yes, yes, I received the
sketches and blueprints
yesterday.

Tell Mr. Barney it all
looks good. All right
au revoir.

Vincent De Bourdin.
You are reporters?

Historians, actually.

Oh. I must tell you
I'm late for an
appointment in Paris.

But, if father George
suggested we talk, please.

SYDNEY: Well, I'll be brief.

Your proposed development
has generated a great deal of
interest in your family history.

It's a very rich history.
We are quite proud of.

Are there any De Bourdin
family records?

Certainly.

Would it be possible
to see them?

I'm afraid they are
quite old and delicate.

Oh, we're used to handling
ancient documents.

Excuse me.

Please do not
touch that.

This is an original
1855 Massante.

1859.

No, 55.

I'm afraid
you're mistaken.

Massante didn't write
any seafaring essays

until after the death
of his wife.

But, I'm sure he makes
a mention of the date

somewhere in...
[RIPPING] oh...

my mistake.
I'm sure it was 1855.

There was a story
about Guy De Bourdin.

Guy De Bourdin died
a bachelor,

in a sword fight
with anti clerics
during the revolution.

I can assure you
he was never married.

I never said anything
about a marriage.

Who was he supposed
to have married?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Good day.

We appreciate your time.

Hugo.
[LAUGHS]

This is the lawyer
who is helping us.

You have to be
professor Fox.

Hugo. [LAUGHS]

We are happy you
are coming to help us.

The pigs...
[GAGS]

oh, Hugo's a little
protective of our village.

I grew up here.

My family lived five
generations here.

Do you know
what five is?

Cinq.

The pigs.

Oh, if we can find
documentation that Gilbert
Pontoise is the rightful heir...

of Guy De Bourdin,
Hugo will take the
necessary legal action.

I see.
Great.

We will be very grateful
for whatever you can do
to help us to stop the...

desecration of our
village by, the pigs!

[GRUNTING]

I go now.

I love his passion,
don't you?

Dean Bernson.

Where's Sydney?

She promised to be
at the regents'
meeting this morning.

Oh, um, yeah,
well, she,

she, she really
wanted to be there,
but, she's um sick,

really sick
with that whole,

flu thing that's going
around now.

So she's home. Good,
I'll call her there.

No.

Excuse me?

Um, um, well, you,
you know how
dedicated she is.

She, she came in,
but, she, she's...

Oh.

Actually, I was just going
to check on her. Would you,
would you mind?

Thanks.
[WHISPERS]

Syd, how are you doing?

[WHISPERS]
Just a minute.

[GROANING]

[GURGLING]

Now would not
be the best time.

No. [MOUTHING]

These people
are a problem.

We have dealt
with problems before.

I don't think there
will be too much

trouble taking
care of this one.

[MOANING]

Are you, are you sure
Sydney's all right?

Yeah.

I feel kind of bad.

Don't, don't feel bad.

She's alone, Nigel.

[CHUCKLES]
She likes to be alone.

I, I can't help it, Nigel,
I feel weird.
Weird?

Us in here
and her by herself.

Nicole, Sydney,
she's an adventurer.

She's a breed apart
from anything else we know.

When she gets
to a new place,
she like to

explore every
nook and cranny.

My guess is right now
she's strolling down
some quaint little

back alley
in complete heaven.

[SNICKERS]
You think so?

I know so.

MAN 2: Hey, Andre.

Pardon.

Hey, Sebastian,
What is this?

Come here.
You didn't wash
this at all.

Now, look here, there are
dirts on here and here. It's
all, clean that one.

[KNOCK AT THE DOOR]

It's probably the wine.

The wine, right.

We've got to break into
the De Bourdin chateau.

See, it was driving
me crazy.

We know he's definitely
hiding something

and it's probably got
something to do with
the family archives,

but, it's a big
chateau, right?

Right.
Then I saw your
bottle of wine.

The wine cellar.
A constant environment,
well-concealed.

We'll start first thing
in the morning.

Well, no. Vincent De Bourdin
is in Paris right now. I say we
strike while the fire is hot.

She's right and now's the
perfect time. There's only
Lurch to contend with.

You ready?
One, two, three.

[ALARM BLARING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Why don't you go that
way? I'll check in here.

Right.

Hello?
Put her on.

Not great timing, Claudia.
Now!

Guess who?

[WHISPERS]
Hello, Claudia?

I can't play this game
anymore. He's on my case.

Who's on you case?

Dean Bernson.

I lied. I told him that you
were sick and that's why
you haven't been around.

Good work. Keep him
on the hook.

I can't anymore. I told him
you were on the other line
and he...

started getting really
threatening and said that
he'd hold until you got off.

Claudia, there's
no way I can.
Hello, Sydney.

[WHISPERS]
Hello dean.

I can hardly hear you.
What's wrong with your voice?

Ah... laryngitis.

I thought Claudia said
you had the flu.

I do.
It's getting worse.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

As a matter of fact, I'm on
my way to the doctor right
now. I'll call you back.

No, wait...

[DOOR SHUTS]

Let's keep looking.
Okay.

Sydney?
[WHISPERS]

This lock.

You've picked
hundreds of locks.

See this small hole
above the keyhole?

Anyone tampers
with this, it emits

a gas, one that'll
probably kill us instantly.

The only way we're
going to get into this
lock is with a key.

Any thoughts on
where it might be?

My guess? It's in Paris
with Vincent De Bourdin.

It appears monsieur De Bourdin
is not in his room.

What's wrong
with this one?

Nothing that an hour won't fix.
It's magnetized and complicated.

Besides, there's
an easier way.

Oh, thank god.
Parlez-vous, English?

A little madame.

I, I went to take a shower,
came out to get some ice,

that door closed
behind me and locked.
Please, can you...

Great, Merci,
thank you so much.

Thank you.

Nigel.

Why does this seem
more complicated
that just picking the lock?

Let's look for the
key, all right?

Yes?

It's Hugo.

I came by
for an update.

How are they doing?
Sydney and Nigel...

and the quest against
the pig that will destroy
our village

and the lives
that we all sow?

Hugo, Hugo,
the other guests.

I apologize.
I didn't know.

Oh, they, they, they
went to, to Paris.

Paris?

Oh, yes, something
about a key.

NIGEL: Sydney?

Found this
under the bed.

This has to be it.

Put this back where
you found it. Let's get
out of here.

What are you
doing here?

Taking a shower?

[GROANING]

[GLASS SHATTERING]

[CHOKING]

Much more complicated.

Now what?

My clothes are gone.

[PANTING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[ALARM BLARING]

I can't believe
he's that dumb.

[METAL CLANGING]

De Bourdin family ledger,
the years 1785 to 1789.

Just after the marriage
between guy and Josephine
was supposed to have...

taken place, the De Bourdins
made a huge donation unlike
anything else...

on the ledger
to a father Louis.

A payoff?

Maybe, hush money
to pretend that
the marriage never existed.

What do you think, Hugo?

Is that enough
to stop them?

I don't know.

[GRUNTING]

...pigs!

Um, father George
seems to know a lot
about father Louis.

Maybe he knows
about the payment.

Well, father Louis
was not only wise
and brave, he was shrewd.

If he took money, it would have
been to rebuild the chapel that
was damaged in the revolution.

There is so much
we do not know.

I see.

The tragedy is he died
before the restoration
was complete.

Thank god he
finished his window.

His window?

The story has it,
that he personally
designed it himself.

Inoculis salvatori
invenes salutem.

Through the eyes of the savior,
restoration will be found.

You said father Louis died
before he told anyone

where he hid the treasure
and records.

Well, that is correct.

What are you doing?

Through the eyes
of the savior.

Seems father Louis is talking
to us from the grave.

What are you
talking about?

I think I know where father
Louis hid everything.

You know where the document
is to save the town?

I think so.

Then I must try to make
the court delay the signing

of the contract
by the pigs. Ha.

Ancient studies.

He's coming here?

Yeah, yeah, I'll let him
know that you called.

[WHIMPERING]

Sydney,

Sydney.

It's dean Bernson,

[TRIBAL DRUMS PLAYING]

Sydney?

Yes?

What are you doing?

A tribal dance.

I learned it from
a Batu witchdoctor.

It's my last hope.

This is the worst cold
I've ever had.

Achoo! Achoo!

Achoo!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

NIGEL: People must've
lived in these
caves for centuries.

Here.

[GROANING]

[DOOR CREAKING]

[WATER DRIPPING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

A chapel.

Probably been like this
since father Louis

used it to minister
to the peasants.

Fresh-cut.

People still
come here.

Whatever father Louis
may have hidden might
have already been found.

Take a look at this.

It's identical to
the stained glass window.

What is father
Louis trying to tell us?

Maybe there's
something behind here.

Syd, I'll do it.

You sure?

Syd.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANING]

[STONE GRINDING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Let's split up.
I'll take this way.

Right.

[BOTH GASP]

What's wrong?

Birth certificates.

Baptisms.

A marriage document.

"To you, Josephine
Pontoise De Bourdin,

"I shall always be true,
I shall always love you
and our child,

so help me god.
Your beloved husband,
Guy De Bourdin."

Signed and dated
by father Louis.

We have the proof to
stop the development.

VINCENT: It will never
see the light of day.

Hugo?

I'm sorry, I'm weak,
I'm broke.

I'm swine.

Oh, no, Hugo, you're smart.
And, now, you're rich.

I'm afraid I have to go
with Hugo on this one.

Get rid of them
and destroy
the documents.

You didn't say anything
about killing anyone.

I have no option.

I sincerely doubt
that I could buy them
like I bought you.

Actually, I think you
might find we
can be quite a bargain.

Shut up.

No. Killing? No.

Oh, now, Hugo, now you
are not being so smart.

Your protestations
are making you sound
like a liability.

And come to think of it,
you have outlived
your usefulness.

Kill him, too.

SYDNEY: Hugo,
you know what
I call these people?

Pigs! Disgusting pigs!

Come on,
let's get out.

[COUGHING]

[RUMBLING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

You think
they got through?

No way.

That took
a lot of guts.

I was stupid,
but, not a pig.

[SIGHING]
No signal.

Uh huh, time to find
another way out of here.

The only way out of here
was through that tunnel.

Maybe. Maybe not.

[BATS CAWING]

Bats are mammals.

They need air.

Water.

It looks like
they're headed
in another direction.

Why don't you
check this way?

You, you can blame
me for this.

I was so carried away,
wanting to stop De Bourdin.

Nicole, we will get
out of here.

How can you
be so sure?

Because I've been
in situations like
this before, many times.

And, because
Sydney's here.

They flew out of
some place up here.

SYDNEY: I see a,
there's a tunnel
of some kind...

it's got to be
a way out.

Oh great.

Sydney, what's wrong?

Small problem.
There's more than
one tunnel now.

HUGO:
We're trapped.

[GRUNTS]

There's a strange sound.

[BATS SCREECHING]

[PANTING]

That's Michael Barney's car.
We're going to be too late.

They're not
going to open it.

You don't think, uh...

Couldn't be that stupid.

Amazing.

Stop.

I don't know how
much you know about
your business partner,

Mr. Barney, but, he
doesn't have the right
to sell what isn't his.

This document proves that
the village legally belonged
to Gilbert Pontoise...

De Bourdin, who bequeathed
it to the villagers and their
descendants.

NICOLE: Be out
in a moment.

Right. Out in a moment.
Out in a moment.

Are you sure Sydney
won't be coming back?

Oh, you don't know Sydney
when it comes to poker.

The only way we'll
see her before sun-up

is if she loses
the shirt off her back.

You know what I like best
about Englishmen, Nigel?

When it comes to women,
they don't take things
for granted.

You're, it's,
this is good.

[SIGHS]

It's not right.

Huh?

I, I can't help thinking about
Guy and Josephine.

Huh?

Their passion was
born out of love.
Ours is, out of lust.

You, you think?

Oh, let's not
cheapen it.

I could come back
and, and visit

and we could...

get to know each other,
if you'd like that.

[SIGHING IMPATIENTLY]

Full house?

Pair of threes.

Some families have lived
in St. Agnes Sillouia
for centuries and the

discovery of the artifacts
which were hidden in a
cave by a local priest

to protect them from the anti
clerics during the French
revolution was

almost as important as
saving the town from the
billionaire developer

Michael Barney's
bulldozers.

Oh, I've got to pick up
Nicole from the airport.
See you guys later.

Must be the Jerry Lewis
syndrome. There is no
accounting for French taste.

Dean Bernson.

You look like
you're feeling better.

Much better.

I probably caught
it from you.

I'm desperate.
You've got to help me.

Help you? How?

The Batu dance.

Um, of course,
she'll help you.

I'll just turn on
the music.

[TRIBAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]