Relic Hunter (1999–2002): Season 2, Episode 15 - Run Sydney Run - full transcript

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[YELLING]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

[YELLS]

I've got it.
I have the sword, Nigel.

No one's seen Ateas's blade
in over 200 years.

What's wrong?

MAN:
The rebels came
from the west, Sydney.

They blocked the roads.
Get ready.



Maybe we could
offer them the sword.

Why bargain with you
for what they can take
from your dead hands?

Surrender?
Best we can hope
for is death.

The best we could
hope for? Come on.

We heard that the rebels
ransom for prisoners.

You maybe. Not us.

On my mark,
we make for the woods,
away from the rebels.

Stay close, Nigel.
Okay.

Go.

Go, go, go!

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

[GASPS]

Nigel.



[GROANS]

Nigel.

Where am I?

[GROANS]

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

[ALL GROANING]

Hello?

[GROANS]

Where is everybody?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

[SIGHS]

Clothes.

Huh.

Nigel?

Anybody?

Locked from the inside?

Needs salt.

SYDNEY: Mm-mmm.

[GUNFIRE]

Gunfire.

[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

[GASPS]

What is this place?

You're wearing a uniform.
What are you, a rebel?

Were you the one
that ambushed us?

No, you didn't or no,
you have no idea what
I'm saying right now?

Thanks for the borscht.
I've got to go.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[FENCE BUZZING]

Electrified.

[DOGS BARKING]

Dogs.

No keys.

[DOGS BARKING]

[PANTING]

[GROANS]

[GLASS BREAKING]

You won't find any
ammunition in there.

Don't shoot.

Who are you?

I saved your life.

Then why don't you call
off your dogs

and tell me why you
shoot people that haven't done
anything to you?

And how much do you
expect to get from me
on the hostage market?

Talk to me.

[GROANS]

Get your rest.
You'll need it.

Search her before you
tuck her in.

I don't want
her getting loose again.

Go to hell.

[BELL TOLLS]

This isn't like
Sydney at all.
At all, at all.

You know how
she is.

Sometimes, she just gets
too caught up in her work.

They dropped off
the face of the earth.

As of tomorrow,
it'll be two weeks.

Hot on the trail
of some dusty sword,

too busy to call.
You know Syd.

Yeah. And she's never
been this overdue before.

[PHONE RINGS]

Ancient studies.

Yes.
Who is it?

The state department.
[SIGHS] It's about time.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Oh.

Sure.

I'm on hold.

Any news?

The military escort that
took Sydney and Nigel

to find the sword is
missing also.

What do they mean
"missing"?
Vanished.

Without a trace?
What about search teams?

They say, best case,
the rebels got them.

Worst case...
No.

No, I don't want
to hear about worst case.

They're going to get out.
You know Syd.

Yeah, I'm still here.

SYDNEY: Hey!

You can't do this to me!

You can't do this!

Let me out of here!

Help! Anybody?

Let me go.

Hey, somebody.

Oh, room service.
You're a little late
this morning.

I'll take the coffee,
juice, eggs.

And could you take
a look at these?
I didn't seem to order them.

It would seem
to be a problem.

Then how about
taking them off?

I promise it'll reflect
in your tip.

Next thing you'll be
trying to do is tear out
my heart

and convince me I'm
better off without it...

Which wouldn't give me
an opportunity to properly
introduce myself.

Tsarlov. You are a guest
in my home.

And as for the ransom,
there is none.

You're free to go.

You're not one of the rebels?

No.

[GROANS]

You...

You were the one that
dressed my wound.

Yes.

And you brought me here.

Uri and I came upon the
aftermath of the ambush.

Uri's the big fellow?
That's right.

Thanks for saving
my life then.

So why do I feel
like a prisoner?

Excuse my crude efforts
to restrain you

from reopening your wound,
but by the time we
found you

you'd lost quite
a lot of blood.

How long...

Two weeks ago.
Two weeks?

What about the others?

Dead.

What about... What about my
assistant that was with me?

I'm sorry.

What?

The bodies were
committed.

Proper words were said.

[SIGHS]

[DOOR CLOSING]

Your friend did not suffer.

He died with honor.

You almost make that
sound like it was normal.

In this part
of the world, it is.

How can you be so
sure it was him?

There was only one other
civilian in your party.

A male in his 20's?

Yes.

I still can't believe it.

Eat, please.

I'm not hungry. Thanks.

You need
your strength,
Sydney.

How do you know my name?
I never told you.

Your ID. Of course,
I checked it when I found you.

What about my crossbow,
the rest of my things?

We brought all we found.

The rebels robbed you
of the rest before
they left you to die.

Starving yourself
won't bring him back.

You were close?

He was my assistant
at the university.

Then this is his wake.

A toast, Nostravia.

What brought you
so far from home?

The chance to find
an ancient artifact

for the hermitage museum,
the sword of Ateas.

We found it in the
lake before the rebels...

The rebels are
scavenging dogs to be
exterminated without mercy.

I would kill every last
one of them myself.

Uri and I.

I may just join you.

I'm done.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

You've been through
a terrible ordeal.

I just need to be alone.

I understand.

Why doesn't Uri
speak for himself?

He has no tongue.
The rebels cut it out.

Why?

He's never said.

What are you two doing
out here, anyway,

out in the middle
of nowhere?

No mystery.
This is my home.

I was born
to a diplomatic family.

Educated at UCLA.
Returned to Russia,

joined the military because
that is what was expected and

and served with great honor.

You fought the rebels?

In Afghanistan, Chechnya
and now here.

Until one perfect summer
afternoon, I was
leading a...

hunter-seeker unit,
very elite,

behind enemy lines and we were
ambushed much like you were.

Most died in
the first assault,

many more in
hand-to-hand combat.

As night fell, our
ammunition ran out.

I was having a very,

very bad day.

They hunted the rest
of us down relentlessly

and, by dawn,
I was alone,

wounded and delirious,

waiting for the end.

But as I
waited for death,
I heard a voice.

Do you know
what it said?

"Live".

And loud,

so loud, let
me tell you.

It wasn't until the voice
stopped that I realized

that I had killed every blessed
one of the rebels instead.

When you found my ID, you
must've called someone.

No.

No?

I have no phone.

No phone?

No fax, no computer,
no TV. Nothing.

Every few months,
a helicopter delivers my mail,

more fuel for the generator,
all the supplies I want.

Is there a town nearby?

No. Not for more than
a hundred miles.

So what am I until then?
Your prisoner?

Guest.

If I could've called
for help before now,

I would have.

Tsarlov, you
have a truck outside.

Just give me a map.
I'll find my own
way to town.

The truck's engine
is broken down.

It's not going anywhere until
the helicopter brings in parts.

When's that?

A few weeks. A month.

I can't stay a month.

Short of walking, there's
no other way out of here.

Try to enjoy it.
There's plenty of room.

Come hunting with me.

Like for these poor
animals you have
on your wall? No, thanks.

If I could intrigue you
with the offer of a more
challenging prey...

I only hunt relics.

Relics?

Historical artifacts
of ancient civilizations.

Like the sword that
brought you here.

Relics.

Well, I'm going
hunting tonight,

if you change your mind.

By the way, one of our
keycards is missing,

the one you had earlier.

You didn't happen to see
where it went, did you?

No, I must have
dropped it.

You don't remember where?

No.

Naturally, preventing intruders
is paramount for us.

As for guests,

it's safer not to
wander outside.

I wouldn't
want to confuse you

with any large game
moving in the forest.

Thanks for the warning.

You coming in?

Not tonight.

I see you found
Uri's card.

They all look the same,
don't they?

This is the master.

Allows me to lock any
door from the outside.

In case you find
your lost card

and can't resist using
it this evening for more
nocturnal ramblings.

[GROANS]

Uri!

Uri!

Take her, but don't
damage her. I want
this one alive. Go.

[EXCLAIMS IN EXCITEMENT]
Nigel.
Sydney.

Am I glad to see you.

Likewise.

Tsarlov told me you
were dead.
Likewise.

I've been stuck down
here in one of these cells
ever since we arrived.

I met our friend Uri here.
I had a look outside,
but I didn't see enough.

I haven't been outside once.
That behemoth takes the
others upstairs one by one

and I never
see them again.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Tsarlov.

Is there another way
out of here?

Not that I can see.

Here, take this.
It's a swipe card.
It opens all the doors.

Meet me upstairs
on the second floor.

Where are you going?

TSARLOV: Upstairs.

Not you.
Back inside.

I didn't mean
to hit you.

[GROANS]

You know, I just
can't put my finger on

what's wrong with all these
dead animal heads
on your walls.

These are looking a
little old, a little musty,
a little moth-eaten.

I took the last one
in Africa years ago.

I keep them now
for old time's sake,

my old friends.

I only hunt
one game now.

The most dangerous game?

A thinking animal,
the perfect prey.

You hunt people.

The challenge is so
much more exhilarating.

Let me share that
feeling with you, Sydney.

Hunt with me.
No.

Not even to save
your own life?
No.

Ah, yes, you'd sacrifice
yourself in a heartbeat.

But to save a friend?

What are you
talking about?

I hunt you...

Or Nigel dies.

Choose.

What are the rules?

You piqued my curiosity
so I looked up Ateas in
the books in my library.

His sword has a legendary place
in the history of my country.

You're taking up history,
I'm taking up hunting.
Nice touch.

Ateas understood
the power.

He forced warring tribes
to choose a champion.

He drove the sword
into the ground
between the two warriors.

And they fought until only
one was left standing. So?

While the loser's entire
tribe was put to the sword.

Two warriors fight
to the death

with the fate of their
tribes hanging in the balance.

Could there be a more
supreme test of human will
than the hot blood of combat?

It's a sword.

Take it.

You'll need all the
edge you can get.
I've never lost.

Stay alive for three days
and you and Nigel go free.

You have a six hour
head start.

Don't waste it by running
yourself in circles like
all the rest of them do.

See you in three days.

Please call me as soon
as you hear anything.

Spaceeba. Harashore.

They found the bodies
of some of Sydney's team.

There was an ambush.

Nigel and Sydney?

Weren't among them.

What about the
ransom demand?

There still hasn't
been one.

The rebels are denying
all responsibility.

Who else would have ambushed
them in the middle of nowhere,
if it wasn't the rebels?

Well, they mentioned something
about a retired army colonel

who apparently lives somewhere
near where they were last seen.

All right.
Just... Just keep thinking
positive thoughts.

Sydney is going
to be all right.

She always knows exactly
what she's getting into.

Yeah.

And the thing is,

that she makes it
look so easy.

I know something
about the dangers.

You know, I...
I did field work.

And very distinguished
work, I'm sure.

Look, all I'm trying
to say is that

sometimes she makes it
look so easy

that we forget how
dangerous it is.

Yes, yes, she does.

I just can't imagine Sydney not
coming back after this one too.

No, Claudia, we cannot allow
ourselves to think thoughts
like that.

Right.

There are powerful members
on our board.
I'll make some calls.

Military contacts,
aircraft manufacturers,

even satellite TV.
We'll find them.

Hello.

I wish you'd answer
me one of these times.

Just making conversation.

All right, all right.

Who has time for a
conversation anyway?

Shell casings.

Tsarlov.

Hope I'm luckier
than you were, buddy.

[GUNSHOT]

[BIRDS FLYING]

Okay, come on, buddy,
find the pit.

It's right under your feet.

Come on.

There you go.

[PANTING]

[GRUNTING]

Yes, yes.

SYDNEY: [PANTING]

Oh, Sydney.

Sydney, I'm disappointed.

The art of war is
to know one's enemy,

understand his weaknesses,
exploit them.

In the end, you,
like all the others,

underestimated the will
necessary to survive.

The price for that in war...

is death.

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS CONTINUE]

[GROANS]
My leg.

I underestimated you,
Sydney.

I won't make that
mistake again.

Uri, get the dogs.

[DOGS BARKING]

SYDNEY: Nigel, come on.

Where's Uri?
We managed to lock
him in with the dogs. Tsarlov?

I used a pit
trap, lured him into it.

But once he figures
it out, I don't know
how long it'll hold him.

[GRUNTS]

I found a garage
with a truck inside.

I couldn't find any keys
and I've kind of
run out of time.

What are you doing?

Hot-wiring, boosting,
cracking.

Uh, Syd, don't take this
the wrong way,

but how many times have
you hot-wired a truck?

I watched
Gone In 60 Seconds.

Nicholas cage.
He's cool.

He's a babe.

You learned from a movie?

That is how I learned
to speak English. Movies.

We're all going to die.

Well, really.

Short, cross the ground wire.
This should be working.

Nigel, check under the hood.

Battery's gone.

Nigel, look outside.
Tsarlov found us.

The sword.

That wasn't here
when we came in.

He's calling me out.
What?

Tsarlov knows the history
of the sword.

A champion's challenge.

In ancient times, a sword would
be placed in a sacred circle.

The warring tribes would
nominate a champion

and the two would square
off in a battle to the death.

Usually, the death
of the one that
couldn't control the sword.

Tsarlov could shoot
his way in any time.

I'll play his game.

Sydney, what can I say?

Good luck.

TSARLOV:
I knew you'd recognize
the meaning of the sword.

I believe in ancient times,

the champions would bow
to each other to signify
the beginning of battle.

Let's just get this
over with, okay?

To a glorious death.

I promise I'll say something
nice at your funeral.

Looking for this?

This doesn't have
to end like this.

Oh, I think it does.

I'm not going
to kill you.

Yes, you are.

I'm not going to kill--

[GROANS]

[GASPS]

Claudia, I need the overheads
for my 1015 Sumerian studies.

Filed by period, green-tabbed,
alphanumerically coded.

Oh, by the way,
Agnes from the
dean's office called.

Apparently, he's...

On his way down.

Sydney, Nigel, glad
to see you made it
back safely. Although...

we never really
doubted that you would.

[LAUGHS]
Thank you.

By the way, you should know
that the state department
has confirmed

you weren't actually
ambushed by the rebels.

Apparently, this rogue
colonel and his associate

had quite a busy time
gathering players

for their game and blaming
the disappearances on the war.

Well, we're just
glad to be back.

Listen, the
Russian government
is so grateful

for all that you've done
returning the sword,
et cetera,

that they've sent
a special envoy to
thank you personally.

And apparently,
you know her.

I do?

Tati.

Nigel. Sydney.

Um, our associate, Claudia.

Hello.
Hi.

Um, with thanks from
my government, a small
token of our appreciation.

And an open invitation
to return any time.

Well, thank you
very much.

Likewise.

Are you here
for very long?

Just a few days.

I'm... I'm sure
you'll be very busy.

All the time taken up
with meetings and so on.

Actually, no.
I was hoping to maybe
take in a few sights,

see a movie,

Maybe...

Nigel.

Oh, you mean me?

I mean, of course,
I... I'd love to, but
if it's okay with you.

Okay.

Um, Sydney?

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]