Highlander (1992) s06e10 Episode Script
Two of Hearts
Oh, Kate! I know, I know.
I know.
Drop the gun.
Why? Because if you don't, I'll kill your girlfriend.
Wait.
Let me get this straight.
Either I drop my gun, or you shoot her? You got it straight.
Drop the gun.
Now.
I mean it.
I'll kill the bitch.
Okay.
Shoot her.
I mean it.
Drop the gun.
Are you hard of hearing? Hey, if you're gonna do it, do it.
He's not gonna do it.
- I said drop it! - I haven't got all day, pal! You're gonna shoot her, shoot her! Let's go! - One more time.
Drop the gun! - I'll tell you what.
Hell, I'll do it.
Please.
Don't shoot.
Don't shoot.
- Don't.
Now I've done it.
Well, Nadine, you get to go home now.
Thanks.
It's our pleasure.
Oh, by the way, this was a brand-new blouse, you know.
Armani.
Return it.
And how am I gonna explain the hole? Moths.
You're gonna pay for this.
Ah, I'll let you take it out on trade.
This way.
This way.
No, this is the way out.
No, I distinctly remember this being the way out.
I told you it was this way.
Oh, please, don't start rubbing it in.
I always have a better sense of direction.
He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.
Born in 1592, in the Highlands of Scotland, and he is still alive.
He is immortal.
For 400 years, he's been a warrior, a lover, a wanderer, constantly facing other Immortals in combat to the death.
The winner takes his enemy's head and with it, his power.
I am a Watcher, part of a secret society of men and women who observe and record, but never interfere.
We know the truth about Immortals.
In the end, there can be only one.
May it be Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.
Here we are Born to be kings We're the princes of the universe I am immortal I have inside me blood of kings I have no rival No man can be my equal Take me to the future of your world Baby.
My little baby.
Oh, sweetheart.
Oh, let me look at you.
I'm all right, Daddy.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Let me take you home.
I'm all right.
I just want to thank these nice people, sweetheart.
Our family would like to offer you a small token of its appreciation.
Uh, no.
Look, you got your daughter back.
Let's just leave it at that.
I'm not used to doing business with people who refuse my money.
We're not in business, Caruso.
We took the job because your kid was in trouble.
So thanks, but no thanks.
For expenses.
He owes me a blouse.
You got style.
I'll give you that.
And whether you like it or not, I owe you.
Bye, Mr.
Caruso.
This is physically impossible.
Okay, I give up.
I said I give up.
Oh, uncle.
Uncle! Leave me alone! Where the hell did you learn that from? Have you ever heard of the Kama Sutra? Yeah.
You read it? Read it? I modeled for the drawings.
- You're kidding? Hold on tight.
Warm hand.
I can feel your heart.
Which reminds me, you never got your cholesterol checked.
Now you want to talk about my cholesterol? You promised me you'd do it.
We've been a little busy lately, in case you hadn't noticed.
That business in New York.
Caruso's little item today.
Where are we next week? Berlin? I want to keep you around for a little while.
What? I love you.
I love you too.
Okay, give.
What's going on? Something's up.
Nothing's up.
Nothing? That's right.
And you're not lying to me? Why would I lie to you? You tell me.
Look, everything's fine.
Can we go to bed now? Sure.
I'll pick up the tickets tomorrow.
What tickets? The Bahamas.
Remember? Couple of days on the beach.
Couple of dozen pina coladas.
Starting to ring a bell? I can't.
Not this weekend.
No kidding.
I've got a little business to attend to.
It'll take a few days to wrap it up.
It'll take us.
Take us a few days to wrap up.
No, no, no.
Not this time.
Another Immortal? It's late.
I don't care.
I hate this crap, Kate.
Good night.
Did you hear me? I love you.
What we're talking about are the children of the world.
There is a battle going on that humanity cannot lose.
We must pray more.
We must do more.
We must give more.
We have no choice.
Even as we speak, three cargo planes are being loaded with food and medical supplies.
Sisters, this is a great day for us.
And for the children.
We must never forget the children.
Mission for kids, my ass.
I'd like to see Bartholemew.
If you mean Mr.
Bartholemew-- Fine.
I'd like to see Mr.
Bartholemew.
I'm afraid his schedule's quite full.
Is he expecting you? Only for the past 700 years.
Uh, wait.
No.
Wait.
You can't go in there! Emergency.
There's a woman heading out exit "A.
" Excuse me.
Do we have an appointment? Think hard.
Where the devil have you been, girl? This is no time to be running about.
You're with Berta.
How is she doing, Berta? Her fits are coming stronger and faster.
If we can't calm the brain fever, I fear we'll lose her and the child.
Try and get some of this down her.
What is that? Yellow root and Saint John's wort from the forest.
Yellow root? Are you trying to kill her then? We don't have much time.
Berta, you must trust me.
Come on, love.
Drink, drink.
That's it.
That's it.
Good girl.
All of it! She needs all of it.
Come on, love.
More.
Have more.
Good girl.
There.
That's it.
Dear Lord, please-- Yellow root is poison.
How-- How did you know that it would calm the fits? Oh, it's nothing.
It's just something I remember from when I was a child.
Five years ago, you-- you came to me to learn the healing arts, but I think I've learned more from you than you from me.
You're the true healer, Katherine.
Me, I'm-- I'm just an old woman who knows a few remedies.
No, Berta.
You gave me a home.
You made me part of your life, part of your village.
When I came to you, I was alone and weary.
You healed me in more ways than you could ever imagine.
Here.
I want you to take this.
- Nay, Berta.
No.
I couldn't.
- It's time the village acknowledged its real healer.
No.
No.
The healer's not the one that knows the most recipes for potions, Berta.
It should be the one that has the most love to give.
That will always be you, Berta.
Hear me, my brothers and sisters! Hear me! God has sent me to your village.
The day of judgment is at hand.
We must wrest Christendom's holy places from the blood-crazed infidels.
It is God's will that we fight for him! Through me, all who march on Jerusalem shall be blessed by the Holy Spirit.
They will attain glory in this life and paradise in the next.
Who is he? Brother Bartholemew.
They say he's an agent of the Pope.
I beseech you to join the baron in his holy quest.
A quest for death? Is it not true that thousands perish on the journey alone? Who are you to question God's will? I am not speaking to God.
I'm speaking to you.
Any who die on this holy quest, either on the journey or in battle, shall have all their sins remitted.
By you? None of you shall be denied the opportunity to give to this most sacred cause.
In his name and for your souls, I go to do the Lord's work.
Read it for me, Katherine.
It says-- Well, this can't be.
What? What does it say? "By order of the baron, half of the coming harvest will be tithed.
" Half? No! But we'll starve.
No one will starve.
What will we do? We'll not pay the tithe.
It is His Lordship's command.
It's outrageous! And I for one do not believe this is God's will.
I agree.
Wear this proudly.
Take courage from the Lord.
Wear this proudly.
Take courage from the Lord.
Wear this proudly.
Take courage from the Lord.
Wear this with pride.
Take courage from-- I must speak to the baron! Go.
Leave the peasant woman to me.
Yes, milord.
Go! Yes, yes, sir.
The baron is otherwise engaged.
Surely even you must see that this tithe is excessive.
I see no such thing.
But the people cannot survive a demand such as this without starving to death! Is that what His Lordship wishes? Is it! How many men and women must die to line your pockets with gold? Who are we to question God's will? I'll see what God's will really is.
So be it.
'Tis fortunate we came along.
Thank you, milord.
She must have been a witch.
No doubt.
No doubt.
I need your guidance on a matter of state.
Make sure she's well buried.
Your forgiveness does you credit.
Unless you're afraid she might rise from the dead.
Uh, dispose of her.
Yes, milord.
Come along.
Now I remember.
I thought you might.
As you can see, I'm otherwise engaged.
- Shall we meet for lunch? - Sounds wonderful.
My car's on level one.
Say noon? I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Neither would I.
Oh, sisters, the Lord moves in mysterious ways.
Amen.
I love your coat.
Picked it up in Hong Kong on my last holy mission.
Holy mission.
Right.
Did you take the yacht or the Lear jet? I owe my life to the generosity of others.
I'm sorry.
I'm not so generous.
Faith, hope and charity.
These are my weapons now.
- Spare me.
- I don't think so.
What happened to faith, hope and charity? Meet Mr.
Faith, Mr.
Hope.
Charity has the day off.
Do it.
-What's this? - He's got a gun! Get in! Oh, well, here's to the next time.
Nick-- You're welcome.
What the hell are you doing here? I felt like a weekend in Paris.
Did you follow me? No, I just happened to be passing by.
Caruso told me where you were, okay? Yeah, well, all I can say is that Senor Caruso has a big mouth.
What am I, blind? Think I didn't see him slip you that note? Honey, if I needed your help, I would've asked for your help.
Were we in the same place? I just saved your ass.
Come on.
I had everything under control.
Right.
Two guys with guns, woman with a sword.
I can tell you had the situation completely under control.
Who is he? You don't need to know that.
Who is he, Kate? His name is Bartholemew.
Wait.
Let me guess.
You've been searching for him for a zillion years, and now that you've found him, you're gonna have to kill him.
How am I doing here? Don't do that.
What? Piss on something you don't understand.
Come on.
Let's go, let's go.
Quicken up.
All right.
Will you not reconsider, Brother Bartholemew? My place is with my fellow pilgrims.
Marching to Jerusalem.
You set a fine Christian example for the rest of us.
Why, my word, the Pope shall hear of this directly.
Milord is too kind.
Before I leave, the small matter of the tithe.
Ah, the peasants refuse to pay? They blame you for the death of their healer.
That witch who attacked you? Something must be done.
Yes, yes.
And soon.
The king would not look kindly upon a rebellion.
Even less kindly upon a lord who allowed his peasants to run amok.
You are wise in such things.
Counsel me.
Well, firstly, I think an example must be made.
An example.
Yes.
Oh, no! No! Berta! Berta! Berta! No! No! I want you to take this.
It's time the village acknowledged its real healer.
You're the true healer, Katherine.
I'm just an old woman who knows a few remedies.
I tracked that bastard halfway across Europe, but he managed to fake his death before reaching the Holy Land.
Over the years, I'd get a line on him.
When there was a war, a famine, he'd be there.
I'd hear about how he was raising money to save the suffering and crusading to provide for refugees, the lost souls of the world.
But in reality, it was mostly going to his favorite charity, himself.
The bastard was cleverly hiding the cash he'd ripped off.
Now he's in Paris running the same old scam.
Nothing changes.
People are still dying, and that son of a bitch keeps raking in the millions.
I say we get a line on the money first.
No, I don't want his money.
I want his head.
That's very big of you.
I wonder if that's what the kids want-- you know, the ones he's stealing from.
I hate you.
That money could feed a lot of babies.
But if you want to kill him, kill him.
I really hate you.
Yeah? Yeah.
How much do you hate me? I really, really hate you.
Cleaning crew's still on the second floor.
Excellent.
There's gotta be some hidden files, maybe a whole directory.
Come on.
Look, if you've got a better idea, I'm all ears.
Besides, Bartholemew was never very subtle.
I don't believe it.
Well done.
Not bad, huh? You've got an unscheduled arrival.
Move.
Go.
Okay, roger that.
Let's move it out, 6:00.
Go.
Go.
Move it.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Damn it.
It's encrypted.
Yeah.
Figures.
Okay, my turn.
Be my guest.
Well, you said he wasn't big on subtlety.
Take that way.
Come with me.
All right.
No way.
God, I can't believe you.
God, no wonder I fell in love with you.
Look at this.
The son of a bitch.
Stocks, bonds.
And you were worried.
Holy-- Police! Freeze! No outstanding warrants.
Records clean.
In fact-- My, my! What's this? Commendation.
No, actually two official commendations for "services rendered in the apprehension of" et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
Next thing I know, you'll be helping old ladies cross the street.
I'm glad you approve.
So, I guess we'll be on our way.
Not so fast.
Surprised? That was my first reaction too.
I thought to myself, "So many passports for just two people.
" Money from a half a dozen countries, and look at the names on these credit cards! Who are all these people? Not to mention the weapons.
My goodness.
I was completely overwhelmed.
I assume that you've got a search warrant for all of this stuff.
Do you really think I need one? Why am I not surprised? I suppose you have the proper permits and licenses for these.
Why amInot surprised? Would you care to tell me how you got the guns through airport security? - If you'll tell us why you're bugging Bartholemew's office.
- I ask the questions.
- What are you doing in Paris? - Vacation.
- With guns, a dozen passports, breaking and entering? Package deal? Look, why don't we cut through it? You were staking out Bartholemew.
You must know he's dirty.
- And now you've got his Swiss bank account numbers.
- Thanks to you.
- Yeah.
Just trace the account, you got him.
- What a wonderful suggestion.
I certainly would not have thought of it myself.
'Cause if I had, I would've discovered that our charming Mr.
Bartholemew had exactly, uh, $6,300 in his Swiss account.
Sixty-three hundred? You must mean 63 million.
Not unless the exchange rate has taken a sudden turn for the worse.
Tha-That can't be.
You see, we've had the charming Mr.
Bartholemew under surveillance for months.
And? Nothing.
Nothing? And that's all we're gonna get.
Nine months of work, for nothing.
We're pulling the operation.
It's over, thanks to you good Samaritans.
Thank you.
You've made my day.
Are they out? In 10 minutes they will be.
And that makes you happy? They've confiscated their guns.
She'll be unarmed.
That makes me happy.
Thank you.
You don't have to babysit us, Bertrand.
Nonsense.
I'm saving you all that taxi fare to the airport.
What? He's here.
- Who's here? - Do you have a gun? No.
Bartholemew's here.
How do you know? Trust her.
She knows.
What the hell do you think you're doing? We're just saving your life.
Upstairs.
Upstairs! Geez.
What kind of a game is this? It's not a game.
Bartholemew's on his way.
No one even knows we're here.
Don't go near that door.
Get away from the door! That cop's dead, Katherine, because of us.
I'm sorry for him, but it happens.
It's not his job to babysit Immortals.
He wasn't even supposed to be involved.
I was supposed to get in, take out Bartholemew and be gone.
You show up, and all hell breaks loose.
If you're straight with me, this doesn't happen.
You can't get involved.
Because you say so? Because, Nick, that's the way it is.
Are we gonna get into this again, now, here? Forget it.
Look, I'm sorry I'm immortal, Nick.
There's nothing I can do about it.
Now you're getting irrational.
Tell me it doesn't drive you crazy.
What? That I can't die and you can.
I don't believe this.
First you lie to me, then when things don't work out, you lay this on me.
Look, you knew what I was when we met.
You knew the game.
You knew the rules.
And you know me, Kate.
Am I the type of guy who's gonna sit on his ass and let you walk off and maybe get whacked? Tell me, Kate, is that who you ever thought I was? No.
How the hell did we happen? I didn't know we were gonna happen.
I didn't know I was gonna fall in love with you.
Nick, the part of my life that's about being immortal has nothing to do with you.
It can't.
Katherine, I'm either in your life-- all of it-- or I'm gone.
How about we take care of one thing at a time? What do we need? A gun would be good.
Yeah.
Okay, we got no gun, we got no money, no I.
D.
, no credit cards.
Got any change? About 80 francs.
Just enough for a long-distance phone call.
Hello.
Good morning.
Variety's the spice of life, huh? You're not kidding.
Oh, before I forget, a jar of my Rose's best Bolognese.
Ma grazie mille.
I love Bolognese, huh? How much for the hardware? Gratis.
This one's on Caruso.
That's much appreciated.
You tell Caruso that we're even now.
Don't worry.
He already knows that.
It's good.
I'm sorry, Mr.
B.
We lost them.
They're pros, and it's a big city.
The cops? Cops are on it.
And that just fills me with confidence.
They're probably out of the country by now.
You wouldn't want to bet a year's salary on that.
Come on.
What are they gonna do? I don't know what he's gonna do, but I certainly know what she's going to do.
Bip, bip, bop, bop, bang.
As long as I'm around, she's just going to keep coming.
In times like these, it's so reassuring to know that one can seek comfort from the good book.
Thirty million dollars' worth to be exact.
Hey.
Here.
Okay let's go.
Go ahead, shoot him.
- Hey.
- I love it when you play rough.
Me too.
Call the airport.
Get the plane ready.
We're gonna take an extended vacation.
For how long? Till that bitch loses the scent.
What is it? On the other hand, there's no time like the present.
I'll come with you.
No.
You stay here.
This won't take long.
Yes, I think so.
A gun? My, my, our standards are slipping.
Not mine.
Amateur.
Nice.
You're immortal.
Just a bullet-proof vest.
- No! Don't! How charitable of you.
Charity begins at home.
These oughta help a few kids.
Hell of a day, huh? Yeah.
Nick-- What are we gonna say we haven't said 20 times already? I seem to recall somebody mentioning the Bahamas.
That was me.
Sand, sun, rum.
Sounds like a plan.
Then we'll talk.
Yeah, we'll talk.
And here we are We're the princes of the universe Here we belong fighting for survival We've come to be the rulers of your world I am immortal I have inside me blood of kings Yeah! I have no rival No man can be my equal Take me to the future of your world
I know.
Drop the gun.
Why? Because if you don't, I'll kill your girlfriend.
Wait.
Let me get this straight.
Either I drop my gun, or you shoot her? You got it straight.
Drop the gun.
Now.
I mean it.
I'll kill the bitch.
Okay.
Shoot her.
I mean it.
Drop the gun.
Are you hard of hearing? Hey, if you're gonna do it, do it.
He's not gonna do it.
- I said drop it! - I haven't got all day, pal! You're gonna shoot her, shoot her! Let's go! - One more time.
Drop the gun! - I'll tell you what.
Hell, I'll do it.
Please.
Don't shoot.
Don't shoot.
- Don't.
Now I've done it.
Well, Nadine, you get to go home now.
Thanks.
It's our pleasure.
Oh, by the way, this was a brand-new blouse, you know.
Armani.
Return it.
And how am I gonna explain the hole? Moths.
You're gonna pay for this.
Ah, I'll let you take it out on trade.
This way.
This way.
No, this is the way out.
No, I distinctly remember this being the way out.
I told you it was this way.
Oh, please, don't start rubbing it in.
I always have a better sense of direction.
He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.
Born in 1592, in the Highlands of Scotland, and he is still alive.
He is immortal.
For 400 years, he's been a warrior, a lover, a wanderer, constantly facing other Immortals in combat to the death.
The winner takes his enemy's head and with it, his power.
I am a Watcher, part of a secret society of men and women who observe and record, but never interfere.
We know the truth about Immortals.
In the end, there can be only one.
May it be Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.
Here we are Born to be kings We're the princes of the universe I am immortal I have inside me blood of kings I have no rival No man can be my equal Take me to the future of your world Baby.
My little baby.
Oh, sweetheart.
Oh, let me look at you.
I'm all right, Daddy.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Let me take you home.
I'm all right.
I just want to thank these nice people, sweetheart.
Our family would like to offer you a small token of its appreciation.
Uh, no.
Look, you got your daughter back.
Let's just leave it at that.
I'm not used to doing business with people who refuse my money.
We're not in business, Caruso.
We took the job because your kid was in trouble.
So thanks, but no thanks.
For expenses.
He owes me a blouse.
You got style.
I'll give you that.
And whether you like it or not, I owe you.
Bye, Mr.
Caruso.
This is physically impossible.
Okay, I give up.
I said I give up.
Oh, uncle.
Uncle! Leave me alone! Where the hell did you learn that from? Have you ever heard of the Kama Sutra? Yeah.
You read it? Read it? I modeled for the drawings.
- You're kidding? Hold on tight.
Warm hand.
I can feel your heart.
Which reminds me, you never got your cholesterol checked.
Now you want to talk about my cholesterol? You promised me you'd do it.
We've been a little busy lately, in case you hadn't noticed.
That business in New York.
Caruso's little item today.
Where are we next week? Berlin? I want to keep you around for a little while.
What? I love you.
I love you too.
Okay, give.
What's going on? Something's up.
Nothing's up.
Nothing? That's right.
And you're not lying to me? Why would I lie to you? You tell me.
Look, everything's fine.
Can we go to bed now? Sure.
I'll pick up the tickets tomorrow.
What tickets? The Bahamas.
Remember? Couple of days on the beach.
Couple of dozen pina coladas.
Starting to ring a bell? I can't.
Not this weekend.
No kidding.
I've got a little business to attend to.
It'll take a few days to wrap it up.
It'll take us.
Take us a few days to wrap up.
No, no, no.
Not this time.
Another Immortal? It's late.
I don't care.
I hate this crap, Kate.
Good night.
Did you hear me? I love you.
What we're talking about are the children of the world.
There is a battle going on that humanity cannot lose.
We must pray more.
We must do more.
We must give more.
We have no choice.
Even as we speak, three cargo planes are being loaded with food and medical supplies.
Sisters, this is a great day for us.
And for the children.
We must never forget the children.
Mission for kids, my ass.
I'd like to see Bartholemew.
If you mean Mr.
Bartholemew-- Fine.
I'd like to see Mr.
Bartholemew.
I'm afraid his schedule's quite full.
Is he expecting you? Only for the past 700 years.
Uh, wait.
No.
Wait.
You can't go in there! Emergency.
There's a woman heading out exit "A.
" Excuse me.
Do we have an appointment? Think hard.
Where the devil have you been, girl? This is no time to be running about.
You're with Berta.
How is she doing, Berta? Her fits are coming stronger and faster.
If we can't calm the brain fever, I fear we'll lose her and the child.
Try and get some of this down her.
What is that? Yellow root and Saint John's wort from the forest.
Yellow root? Are you trying to kill her then? We don't have much time.
Berta, you must trust me.
Come on, love.
Drink, drink.
That's it.
That's it.
Good girl.
All of it! She needs all of it.
Come on, love.
More.
Have more.
Good girl.
There.
That's it.
Dear Lord, please-- Yellow root is poison.
How-- How did you know that it would calm the fits? Oh, it's nothing.
It's just something I remember from when I was a child.
Five years ago, you-- you came to me to learn the healing arts, but I think I've learned more from you than you from me.
You're the true healer, Katherine.
Me, I'm-- I'm just an old woman who knows a few remedies.
No, Berta.
You gave me a home.
You made me part of your life, part of your village.
When I came to you, I was alone and weary.
You healed me in more ways than you could ever imagine.
Here.
I want you to take this.
- Nay, Berta.
No.
I couldn't.
- It's time the village acknowledged its real healer.
No.
No.
The healer's not the one that knows the most recipes for potions, Berta.
It should be the one that has the most love to give.
That will always be you, Berta.
Hear me, my brothers and sisters! Hear me! God has sent me to your village.
The day of judgment is at hand.
We must wrest Christendom's holy places from the blood-crazed infidels.
It is God's will that we fight for him! Through me, all who march on Jerusalem shall be blessed by the Holy Spirit.
They will attain glory in this life and paradise in the next.
Who is he? Brother Bartholemew.
They say he's an agent of the Pope.
I beseech you to join the baron in his holy quest.
A quest for death? Is it not true that thousands perish on the journey alone? Who are you to question God's will? I am not speaking to God.
I'm speaking to you.
Any who die on this holy quest, either on the journey or in battle, shall have all their sins remitted.
By you? None of you shall be denied the opportunity to give to this most sacred cause.
In his name and for your souls, I go to do the Lord's work.
Read it for me, Katherine.
It says-- Well, this can't be.
What? What does it say? "By order of the baron, half of the coming harvest will be tithed.
" Half? No! But we'll starve.
No one will starve.
What will we do? We'll not pay the tithe.
It is His Lordship's command.
It's outrageous! And I for one do not believe this is God's will.
I agree.
Wear this proudly.
Take courage from the Lord.
Wear this proudly.
Take courage from the Lord.
Wear this proudly.
Take courage from the Lord.
Wear this with pride.
Take courage from-- I must speak to the baron! Go.
Leave the peasant woman to me.
Yes, milord.
Go! Yes, yes, sir.
The baron is otherwise engaged.
Surely even you must see that this tithe is excessive.
I see no such thing.
But the people cannot survive a demand such as this without starving to death! Is that what His Lordship wishes? Is it! How many men and women must die to line your pockets with gold? Who are we to question God's will? I'll see what God's will really is.
So be it.
'Tis fortunate we came along.
Thank you, milord.
She must have been a witch.
No doubt.
No doubt.
I need your guidance on a matter of state.
Make sure she's well buried.
Your forgiveness does you credit.
Unless you're afraid she might rise from the dead.
Uh, dispose of her.
Yes, milord.
Come along.
Now I remember.
I thought you might.
As you can see, I'm otherwise engaged.
- Shall we meet for lunch? - Sounds wonderful.
My car's on level one.
Say noon? I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Neither would I.
Oh, sisters, the Lord moves in mysterious ways.
Amen.
I love your coat.
Picked it up in Hong Kong on my last holy mission.
Holy mission.
Right.
Did you take the yacht or the Lear jet? I owe my life to the generosity of others.
I'm sorry.
I'm not so generous.
Faith, hope and charity.
These are my weapons now.
- Spare me.
- I don't think so.
What happened to faith, hope and charity? Meet Mr.
Faith, Mr.
Hope.
Charity has the day off.
Do it.
-What's this? - He's got a gun! Get in! Oh, well, here's to the next time.
Nick-- You're welcome.
What the hell are you doing here? I felt like a weekend in Paris.
Did you follow me? No, I just happened to be passing by.
Caruso told me where you were, okay? Yeah, well, all I can say is that Senor Caruso has a big mouth.
What am I, blind? Think I didn't see him slip you that note? Honey, if I needed your help, I would've asked for your help.
Were we in the same place? I just saved your ass.
Come on.
I had everything under control.
Right.
Two guys with guns, woman with a sword.
I can tell you had the situation completely under control.
Who is he? You don't need to know that.
Who is he, Kate? His name is Bartholemew.
Wait.
Let me guess.
You've been searching for him for a zillion years, and now that you've found him, you're gonna have to kill him.
How am I doing here? Don't do that.
What? Piss on something you don't understand.
Come on.
Let's go, let's go.
Quicken up.
All right.
Will you not reconsider, Brother Bartholemew? My place is with my fellow pilgrims.
Marching to Jerusalem.
You set a fine Christian example for the rest of us.
Why, my word, the Pope shall hear of this directly.
Milord is too kind.
Before I leave, the small matter of the tithe.
Ah, the peasants refuse to pay? They blame you for the death of their healer.
That witch who attacked you? Something must be done.
Yes, yes.
And soon.
The king would not look kindly upon a rebellion.
Even less kindly upon a lord who allowed his peasants to run amok.
You are wise in such things.
Counsel me.
Well, firstly, I think an example must be made.
An example.
Yes.
Oh, no! No! Berta! Berta! Berta! No! No! I want you to take this.
It's time the village acknowledged its real healer.
You're the true healer, Katherine.
I'm just an old woman who knows a few remedies.
I tracked that bastard halfway across Europe, but he managed to fake his death before reaching the Holy Land.
Over the years, I'd get a line on him.
When there was a war, a famine, he'd be there.
I'd hear about how he was raising money to save the suffering and crusading to provide for refugees, the lost souls of the world.
But in reality, it was mostly going to his favorite charity, himself.
The bastard was cleverly hiding the cash he'd ripped off.
Now he's in Paris running the same old scam.
Nothing changes.
People are still dying, and that son of a bitch keeps raking in the millions.
I say we get a line on the money first.
No, I don't want his money.
I want his head.
That's very big of you.
I wonder if that's what the kids want-- you know, the ones he's stealing from.
I hate you.
That money could feed a lot of babies.
But if you want to kill him, kill him.
I really hate you.
Yeah? Yeah.
How much do you hate me? I really, really hate you.
Cleaning crew's still on the second floor.
Excellent.
There's gotta be some hidden files, maybe a whole directory.
Come on.
Look, if you've got a better idea, I'm all ears.
Besides, Bartholemew was never very subtle.
I don't believe it.
Well done.
Not bad, huh? You've got an unscheduled arrival.
Move.
Go.
Okay, roger that.
Let's move it out, 6:00.
Go.
Go.
Move it.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Damn it.
It's encrypted.
Yeah.
Figures.
Okay, my turn.
Be my guest.
Well, you said he wasn't big on subtlety.
Take that way.
Come with me.
All right.
No way.
God, I can't believe you.
God, no wonder I fell in love with you.
Look at this.
The son of a bitch.
Stocks, bonds.
And you were worried.
Holy-- Police! Freeze! No outstanding warrants.
Records clean.
In fact-- My, my! What's this? Commendation.
No, actually two official commendations for "services rendered in the apprehension of" et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
Next thing I know, you'll be helping old ladies cross the street.
I'm glad you approve.
So, I guess we'll be on our way.
Not so fast.
Surprised? That was my first reaction too.
I thought to myself, "So many passports for just two people.
" Money from a half a dozen countries, and look at the names on these credit cards! Who are all these people? Not to mention the weapons.
My goodness.
I was completely overwhelmed.
I assume that you've got a search warrant for all of this stuff.
Do you really think I need one? Why am I not surprised? I suppose you have the proper permits and licenses for these.
Why amInot surprised? Would you care to tell me how you got the guns through airport security? - If you'll tell us why you're bugging Bartholemew's office.
- I ask the questions.
- What are you doing in Paris? - Vacation.
- With guns, a dozen passports, breaking and entering? Package deal? Look, why don't we cut through it? You were staking out Bartholemew.
You must know he's dirty.
- And now you've got his Swiss bank account numbers.
- Thanks to you.
- Yeah.
Just trace the account, you got him.
- What a wonderful suggestion.
I certainly would not have thought of it myself.
'Cause if I had, I would've discovered that our charming Mr.
Bartholemew had exactly, uh, $6,300 in his Swiss account.
Sixty-three hundred? You must mean 63 million.
Not unless the exchange rate has taken a sudden turn for the worse.
Tha-That can't be.
You see, we've had the charming Mr.
Bartholemew under surveillance for months.
And? Nothing.
Nothing? And that's all we're gonna get.
Nine months of work, for nothing.
We're pulling the operation.
It's over, thanks to you good Samaritans.
Thank you.
You've made my day.
Are they out? In 10 minutes they will be.
And that makes you happy? They've confiscated their guns.
She'll be unarmed.
That makes me happy.
Thank you.
You don't have to babysit us, Bertrand.
Nonsense.
I'm saving you all that taxi fare to the airport.
What? He's here.
- Who's here? - Do you have a gun? No.
Bartholemew's here.
How do you know? Trust her.
She knows.
What the hell do you think you're doing? We're just saving your life.
Upstairs.
Upstairs! Geez.
What kind of a game is this? It's not a game.
Bartholemew's on his way.
No one even knows we're here.
Don't go near that door.
Get away from the door! That cop's dead, Katherine, because of us.
I'm sorry for him, but it happens.
It's not his job to babysit Immortals.
He wasn't even supposed to be involved.
I was supposed to get in, take out Bartholemew and be gone.
You show up, and all hell breaks loose.
If you're straight with me, this doesn't happen.
You can't get involved.
Because you say so? Because, Nick, that's the way it is.
Are we gonna get into this again, now, here? Forget it.
Look, I'm sorry I'm immortal, Nick.
There's nothing I can do about it.
Now you're getting irrational.
Tell me it doesn't drive you crazy.
What? That I can't die and you can.
I don't believe this.
First you lie to me, then when things don't work out, you lay this on me.
Look, you knew what I was when we met.
You knew the game.
You knew the rules.
And you know me, Kate.
Am I the type of guy who's gonna sit on his ass and let you walk off and maybe get whacked? Tell me, Kate, is that who you ever thought I was? No.
How the hell did we happen? I didn't know we were gonna happen.
I didn't know I was gonna fall in love with you.
Nick, the part of my life that's about being immortal has nothing to do with you.
It can't.
Katherine, I'm either in your life-- all of it-- or I'm gone.
How about we take care of one thing at a time? What do we need? A gun would be good.
Yeah.
Okay, we got no gun, we got no money, no I.
D.
, no credit cards.
Got any change? About 80 francs.
Just enough for a long-distance phone call.
Hello.
Good morning.
Variety's the spice of life, huh? You're not kidding.
Oh, before I forget, a jar of my Rose's best Bolognese.
Ma grazie mille.
I love Bolognese, huh? How much for the hardware? Gratis.
This one's on Caruso.
That's much appreciated.
You tell Caruso that we're even now.
Don't worry.
He already knows that.
It's good.
I'm sorry, Mr.
B.
We lost them.
They're pros, and it's a big city.
The cops? Cops are on it.
And that just fills me with confidence.
They're probably out of the country by now.
You wouldn't want to bet a year's salary on that.
Come on.
What are they gonna do? I don't know what he's gonna do, but I certainly know what she's going to do.
Bip, bip, bop, bop, bang.
As long as I'm around, she's just going to keep coming.
In times like these, it's so reassuring to know that one can seek comfort from the good book.
Thirty million dollars' worth to be exact.
Hey.
Here.
Okay let's go.
Go ahead, shoot him.
- Hey.
- I love it when you play rough.
Me too.
Call the airport.
Get the plane ready.
We're gonna take an extended vacation.
For how long? Till that bitch loses the scent.
What is it? On the other hand, there's no time like the present.
I'll come with you.
No.
You stay here.
This won't take long.
Yes, I think so.
A gun? My, my, our standards are slipping.
Not mine.
Amateur.
Nice.
You're immortal.
Just a bullet-proof vest.
- No! Don't! How charitable of you.
Charity begins at home.
These oughta help a few kids.
Hell of a day, huh? Yeah.
Nick-- What are we gonna say we haven't said 20 times already? I seem to recall somebody mentioning the Bahamas.
That was me.
Sand, sun, rum.
Sounds like a plan.
Then we'll talk.
Yeah, we'll talk.
And here we are We're the princes of the universe Here we belong fighting for survival We've come to be the rulers of your world I am immortal I have inside me blood of kings Yeah! I have no rival No man can be my equal Take me to the future of your world