Highlander: The Raven s01e21 Episode Script

War and Peace

- Ha, ha! - Give it up, Liam.
Never.
Oh! 10-7.
One more bucket, we win.
Yeah, only if you make it, you cheater.
Oh! Oh-ha! Pretty scrappy for a priest.
Yeah, you should have seen the bishop in his day.
Lose something? I thought soccer was the French national sport.
- Yeah, well, he's an import.
- Yeah, well, so am I.
Uh, Nick Wolfe? Lizzie Tynan of London.
- Hi.
How do you do? - Good.
Nice to meet you.
Visiting? Well, you know, sort of.
Looking for a few ideas, researching a front-page expos? .
- Is that what you call it now? - Mm-hmm.
Lizzie wants to interview me about exorcisms.
Exorcisms? Sorry, Lizzie.
I'm still a pass.
Yeah, for the meantime.
I think this is yours.
See you around.
Oh, you've got a new admirer.
Don't tell Amanda.
Where is Amanda anyway? What's wrong? She's dead.
He killed her.
Liam.
Let's get you out of here.
Come on.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
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.
Right.
Okay.
So what you are telling me is that the guy and the girl were rehearsing a play in the middle of an alley.
Exactly.
Interactive dinner theater.
The action moves from one location to another.
The hottest thing on Broadway.
We're gonna take Paris by storm.
I've gotta tell my editor about this.
We're really not ready for publicity yet.
Listen, it's too early for publicity.
I've been a reporter for eight years.
I can smell when someone is lying to me.
Okay.
Let's say I am lying to you.
What are you gonna tell your editor? I don't know.
That I saw a woman-- That you saw a woman rise from the dead.
You saw her too.
I didn't see anything, and neither did you.
So that was the best you could come up with? Fine.
Next time you have a resurrection in front of an audience, you come up with an explanation.
- You think she believed you? - Oh, absolutely not.
Houston, we have a problem.
Believe me, Miss Fleet Street is the least of our worries.
In 1,200 years, have you ever met anyone who didn't want you dead? Okay, spill it.
Who was he? His name's Sean, and he wasn't after Amanda.
He was after me.
Why didn't you warn me? I expected close quarters on the ship, but livestock.
Oh, yes, the chickens always come as a surprise.
Look, the general said I can dine with whoever I wish, even if it's a private.
You find me amusing, do you? Only your enthusiasm for the soldier's life.
It's not the life, Amanda.
It's the adventure.
Adventure? Slogging around in the mud eating hardtack? A bit of a comedown from the governor's mansion, I'll grant you that.
Jimmy.
Get some hot whiskey for the lady, will ya? Yes, the governor-- who's decided to wait this battle out at sea.
He's left me stranded, the old coward.
The general's promised to see you to safety.
But this little war of yours keeps getting in the way.
Ah, don't you worry about that.
Tomorrow we're gonna escort the general to the battleground to head up the attack.
The day after that, this war is over.
Oh, then I'll be off to pack, shall I? I think you should.
Our first taste of battle.
We're gonna track down the enemy and rout out these colonial rebels.
It's going to be a glorious victory.
There's little enough glory in war, Liam.
Only a great deal of mortal blood spilled.
That's why our victory is so important, Amanda.
Two days hence, we will crush the rebellion.
Possibly.
But tinkers and farmers are far more dangerous than soldiers who fight for a week's pay.
I fight for my king.
Thanks a lot, Jimmy.
Yes, sir.
Of course you do, Liam.
While the mad, old bastard rests easy an ocean away.
These rebels fight for themselves.
I fear you shall have to earn your victory.
Sup up.
Cheers.
Men, get ready.
Christ.
This is no place for a woman, Mother.
My place is with my boy.
It's little enough I do here, giving the men a few sips of water, while every one of them fears this drink will be their last.
Perhaps I should be carrying a bucket of whiskey instead.
You best not.
The Continental Army has enough trouble shooting straight.
This fight, it's madness.
This isn't your war.
We've been over this.
We didn't give up our home in Scotland so that you could die by English hands.
No, you gave it up so I could live a free man, and I bless you for that.
But freedom from England has never been given.
It must always be taken now, today.
At the cost of your life.
What is my life worth if I can't live free? No, Mother, there's no price I'll not pay.
Go now, Mother.
Stay safe.
Steady.
First round, fire! Second round, fire! Charge! Jimmy! You won't be needing this anymore.
A sword'll soon be more to your taste.
Sean! Sean.
Sean.
It's all right.
It's all right.
My son.
My boy.
Your boy's gonna live.
He's gonna live, longer than you ever dreamed.
You shot my son.
No.
Sean's not like other men.
He's special.
Will he live? Yes.
I forgive you.
I forgive you.
So Sean's still holding a grudge.
Evidently.
Myers has a chalet in the Swiss Alps.
I'll arrange transportation.
You can disappear.
Yeah, I'll help you pack.
Which one of you is gonna take my place in confessional? Say two Hail Marys and call a real priest in the morning.
You can't fight him.
No.
I'm gonna say Mass.
Liam, this is your life we're talking about.
Yep.
My life, my decision.
Sorry about the game, Nick.
That is the most infuriating man I've ever met.
Second most.
What the hell did you think you were doing? I was trying to save his life.
If you don't mind, I'm gonna go change into something a little less ventilated.
Try chain mail.
Um, Salad Nicoise and, um-- Oh.
Great to see you, Lizzie.
Hi, Harry.
I'm in Paris for two more hours.
You got five minutes.
And before you ask, no, you can't have your old job back.
Uh, red wine.
Harry.
I have got the scoop of the century.
Spare me.
We just settled your last scoop out of court.
Do you have any idea how much that fairy tale of yours cost? Every word I wrote was true.
Except for the bits you made up.
Just the sources bit.
But the story was too hot.
I couldn't get anybody to talk, but I didn't say a single word I didn't know to be true.
What you know doesn't matter, Lizzie.
You've gotta prove it.
All right.
What's this little opus you've got for me? I saw a woman murdered.
Really? Mm-hmm.
Who was she, royalty? Nope.
Movie star? Politico? Mm-mmm.
Sleeping with any of the above? No, nothing like that.
Then where the hell's the story? I watched her die.
And then she came back to life.
So how's the novel going? Harry.
You got pictures? No.
I forgot to put film in the camera.
Witnesses? Sort of.
If you don't want it, I'll take it somewhere else.
Lizzie, I love you like a daughter, so I'm gonna tell it to you straight.
You made stuff up.
I don't care if legions of the undead descend upon Paris.
It's not gonna have your byline on it.
No one's gonna touch you now.
They can't.
You blew it, sweetie.
Stick to fiction.
Come in, Nick.
You know my door is always open to you, but now is not the best time for a chat.
So let's not play games.
What are you gonna do about Sean? It's what I'm not gonna do.
I'm not gonna fight him.
Okay.
He'll kill you.
If it's God's will.
You don't mean that.
Yes, I do.
So while you're busy playing martyr, Amanda gets her head knocked off.
I didn't ask Amanda to fight Sean for me.
But she did and will again, and you know that, and you're gonna do nothing? I'm not doing nothing.
I'm keeping a promise that I've held for over 200 years.
You're a true friend, Nick, but my life is in safe hands.
He took the wine, and after giving thanks, he gave the cup to his disciples and said, "Take this, all of you, and drink from it.
"This is my blood, the blood of the new and everlasting covenant, "which will be shed for you and for all so that sins may be forgiven.
Do this in memory of me.
" Body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Amen.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Amen.
Waiting for someone? Do we know each other? Not yet.
I've got all the friends I need.
Funny you should say that about friends.
You ran into one of mine this morning.
Seems there was a little misunderstanding.
Nothing to lose our heads over.
I don't know who you are and, truthfully, I don't care.
This is between me and the padre.
Father Riley, I'm glad I found you here.
Then again you are a priest.
Where else are you gonna be? You have to excuse me.
I have somebody waiting.
I wanted to talk to you about yesterday.
What about it? Didn't you notice anything unusual? Well, I'm a priest.
I've seen pretty much everything.
That's strange.
I thought rising from the dead was considered to be a unique experience.
Ah, you mean the rehearsal for the dinner theater.
Mm-hmm.
Why are you lying to me? I'm sorry, but, um, I must go.
I will find out what's going on, you know, with your help or without it.
Beautiful.
Thank you.
Good plan.
You wow him with fancy footwork, maybe he forgets the part where he cuts off your head.
I was distracted.
He got lucky.
Once.
It won't happen again.
No, it won't because you won't be challenging him again.
And I'll thank you to stay out of this as well, please.
Okay, so you just let him kill you.
No, not if I can talk to him, reason with him.
You're not going to reason with Sean.
Not about this.
That's the chance I'll have to take.
Please, God, let her live.
I'll give you anything.
I'll give you my life.
Just let her live.
The bullet is out.
The wound is dressed and cleaned, and her breathing is stable now, but it was close.
But she is strong, and I believe she will live.
Her son-- He's immortal.
His name is Sean.
Please find him and bring him to her.
Where are you going? I'm going home.
You're right about war, Amanda.
There's no adventure here.
I certainly covered myself in glory, didn't I? You didn't abandon her.
You didn't let her die.
That was more down to you than me.
I'm forever grateful to you, Amanda.
Liam! Didn't you forget something? No.
No, I didn't.
When God heard my prayer and granted it, he didn't just save Emma, he saved my soul.
And in return, you vowed never to fight again.
And to become his servant.
How can I break that promise? How can I wrong that woman again? I will not raise my sword against Sean.
So you let him kill you.
I love Immortal logic.
It's a matter of honor, Nick.
I was hoping you'd understand.
There's something you don't know.
It's about Emma.
She did live that night and the next, but then an infection set in.
I tried everything, but I couldn't do anything.
So I brought Sean to her.
He was with her when she died.
She died.
He's never going to forgive you for this, Liam.
Never.
She died.
But you said that you'd healed her, that she was better.
I did everything I could do.
And you've lied to me.
Liam-- You've lied to me for 200 years.
I'm sorry.
Sorry? You're sorry, Amanda? Liam.
Nick, just for once I wish you'd be on my side.
I am on your side, but you can't throw yourself against every Immortal who's after a friend of yours.
As a survival strategy, it stinks.
Yeah, but Liam is different.
Why? Because he's a priest? No.
Because he's good.
There should be more Liams in this world, don't you think? Let me see if I've got this straight.
You think if you keep Liam alive, in the universal scheme of things, that balances off all the bad things you've done.
What? I don't think I'm bad.
And the fact that he's living a lie-- your lie-- has nothing to do with it? You know what? I've changed my mind.
I don't want you on my side.
Bonjour.
Merci.
Nah.
Are you lookin' for somethin'? Close.
Someone.
It's your lucky day.
You found her, and she's thirsty.
It's your line.
What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Stick around.
Maybe I'll show you.
I'll tell you what.
If I'm not back in five minutes, you start without me.
Black rook takes white knight.
Checkmate in five.
You see, that's the thing about us mortals.
- We fly underneath the radar.
- Dangerous hobby.
By the way, love the artwork on the bikes.
"Live by the sword, die by the sword"? Immortal boys club.
You want to join? Do I get a free decoder ring if I do? Should I kill him now? Maybe later.
What are you doing here? I thought it was time for us grown-ups to talk.
Well, then you can take a message for me.
Tell Liam he can't keep his ass on holy ground forever.
He didn't mean to kill your mother.
- It changed him.
- Yeah.
Changed me too.
He became a priest.
He's a good one.
He doesn't live by the same set of rules anymore.
He's immortal.
There's only one set of rules.
Tell Amanda-- Tell her I'm sorry for her pretty clothes, but she's lucky it wasn't her neck I sliced.
She won't let you hurt Liam, and neither will I.
Thanks for the warning.
I've got business to take care of, and I don't need an audience.
You're not gonna leave me here with Mr.
Personality, are you? Don't break him.
Just slow him down a bit.
This is a new coat.
Sean! Waste the bullets.
I'm not gonna play here.
It'd make for some pretty interesting fireworks.
Sword in flames.
Probably not what you had in mind.
Today, tomorrow-- he's mine! Sean, I know what it's like to lose someone close.
Then you know what killing Liam's all about.
The feeling in your gut turns upside down, doesn't it? - And the sound when the blade cuts the throat.
- Part of the game! I understand killing to survive, but for revenge? Come on, Sean.
You're a smart kid.
You know the difference.
You know nothing about me.
I know that no matter what you do, your mother's still gonna be dead.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry too.
No.
I said no! It's not his fault.
So what are we gonna do with Prince Charming then? - Just keep him from the ball.
- For how long? Till tomorrow night.
That's all the time I need.
So that's it? You just walk away now? Why would I stay? I don't know.
Your holy vows.
Do you cross your fingers when you make them? It has all been a lie-- my whole life.
- I did not protect you-- - I didn't ask you to face Sean.
Protect you for 200 years from the truth so you could just throw it all away now.
I can't do it, Amanda.
I realize that it's the lie that's kept me going, the belief that God was listening to me, that he answered my prayers.
I thought I was special, chosen.
That's not faith.
That's vanity.
Liam.
Liam.
Look, I didn't come here to debate theology with you.
I came here for this.
I'm not gonna fight you.
This is holy ground.
I'm not gonna take your head, just show you how long you'll keep yours when you leave here.
- I don't want to fight you, Amanda.
- You don't have a choice.
That's pretty good, Liam.
Pretty good.
Whoo! You know what? You just might live a day.
Then again, maybe not.
All this time, and you never told me she died.
What good would it do? You found your purpose.
You found your calling.
Do you know how precious that is? I couldn't let you throw that away.
Not your decision to make.
Then you make the decision, Father.
What are you gonna do? Sorry about the accommodations.
It's the maid's century off.
Let's get something straight.
Sean likes you.
I don't.
Shut up, stay down.
The game is over.
Where's Sean? He's gone to take care of some business.
Any idea how expensive that camera was? This is not the best way to handle this.
You'd rather the photos be on the cover ofTime? Photos or not, this story's gonna make my career.
Please don't say any more.
You're making things worse.
Can't keep me here forever.
That's not the plan, darling.
You can't.
Can't? Can't what? Look, I've been thinking.
It's the easiest way.
But it's wrong.
Yeah, but she's just a drop in the ocean.
No one will ever miss her.
Like it or not, Liam, you're in the game now.
This fight, it's madness.
This isn't your war.
We've been over this.
We didn't give up our home in Scotland so you could die by English hands.
No.
You gave it up so I could live a free man, and I bless you for that.
Charge! You won't be needing this anymore.
A sword'll soon be more to your taste.
Sean! Whatever happened to those days when it was just sex? How are you doing, handsome? I like a man in handcuffs.
Well, I'm better with both hands.
I know.
I've seen you with Dieter.
You nearly broke his jaw.
He heals fast.
Whatever happened to those days when it was just sex? What about you? What about me? I love Scottish accents.
That wasn't so bad, was it? It's not that I didn't like it.
You should ask a lady first before she says yes.
I will, next time I see a lady.
Sex.
Sex.
Sex.
Sex.
Sex.
Sex.
How's our new pet doing? Decidedly unpredictable.
- What happened? - Nothing happened.
Whatever happened to those days when it was just Nothing? sex? Like hell it didn't.
Dieter.
Dieter, what's wrong? Dieter, it was just a kiss.
Damn it! One less mortal here or there.
It's not like she's anyone special, Liam.
- She's special to someone! - Not to me! - To God! To God, but not you.
You've given up on the Lord, haven't you, Liam? Uh-uh.
You know what? It's time to end this.
- I won't let you kill her.
- Is that your vanity speaking? No, it's my faith.
Thank you.
Don't go! At least take my sword.
You know I can't.
Liam.
In the end, there can be only one.
I knew that day it wasn't gonna be me.
So you just throw your whole life away for one mistake? I'm not throwing my life away.
I've giving it back to God.
This is not the way I planned it.
Let's get this over with, Sean.
That's exactly what I intend to do, Padre.
- Draw your sword.
- I have none.
I made a vow, Sean.
Your mother's blood would be the last blood I draw.
Very noble, but I'm still going to take your head.
I know.
- Then fight me for it! - No.
That I won't do.
Stop! He dies, you die.
You lying bastard! No! The battle's engaged.
You can't interfere.
I'm not immortal.
Not my rules.
On your honor, Nick.
Amanda! I'm here.
- I want your word.
- You can't expect me to do nothing.
Avenge my death, my life will mean nothing.
Promise me, Amanda! - Promise! - I promise.
Are you quite done, Father? I've waited 200 years for this.
Sean.
I forgive you.
You forgive me? Who the hell gave you the right to forgive anyone? Your mother when she forgave me.
Get on your feet! Fight me! Fight me! Do what you have to, Sean.
Let's go.
I spoke to my editor.
What'd you say? I'd had a psychotic incident and, please, not to repeat anything I might have said.
- And did he believe you? - Frighteningly, yeah.
He even suggested a shrink.
Here's to the greatest story never told.
Exactly.
But "A," no one would have believed me, and "B," it had a happy ending.
It would have made a lousy news story.
But it's gonna make one hell of a novel.
I've gotta go.
My computer's calling.
Are you sure you shouldn't let me kill her? To good friends, both of you.
No thanks needed.
Just buy us dinner and, uh, keep us in your prayers.
Right.
Liam and the patron saint of thieves.
Like this.
Didn't you know? What? His name is St.
Nick.
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