All language subtitles for Highlander The Raven - 1x05 - So Shall Ye Reap

Put it on the table.
Thank you.

Put it on the table.

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.

Amanda.

Did I come at a bad time?
Uh, no. No.

Come on in.
Want something to drink?

Uh--
Coffee or-- I might have
some wine around here somewhere.

No, thanks.

Please.

You know, I think
this is a bad idea.

- Maybe, maybe not.
I don't know what you want.
- There's this guy I know.

It's not like that.
It used to be like that,

sort of, but it's
not like that anymore.

I'm listening.

Well, his name is Charlie,

and I knew him
a long time ago.

"A long time ago. " I thought
I wasn't supposed to interfere
in Immortal business.

It's not. He's not.
He thinks his son was murdered.

- Has he been to the police?
- Yeah, the police, the F. B. I.

Anybody who'll listen to him.
They all tell him
it was an accident.

He doesn't buy it.
No, he doesn't.

What can I do?

Well, you know, your,
uh-- your cop thing.

Amanda, losing a kid
kills you.

It's a horrible thing.

You start looking for reasons.
You question everything.

Charlie's not like that.
Maybe not, but--

What can I do
that the cops haven't done?

You're right.

This was a mistake.
This Charlie,

he means a lot
to you, huh?

For 30 years,
he's kept my secret.

Now he's older.

He's too old to find out
if his son was killed.

So... he needs us
to be young for him.

Oh, you really don't want to
go there, Reverend.

But do you
ever listen to me?

Of course not.
Checkmate!

Hello.

So this is him.

Nick Wolfe,
Charles Johnson.
Charlie.

She said you were good.
Are you?

I don't know.
That depends.

Why do you think your son
was murdered?

Right to the point.

No B. S. I like that.

How do I know
I can trust you?

You don't.

Here, now, never.
It's up to you.

- Is he one of you?
- No. But he knows.

- I trust him, Charlie.
- Have a chair.

You know, you get
involved with this,

you might have an accident
like my boy.

- You think so?
- Oh, I know so.

You might suddenly decide to...
make toast in the bathtub,

brush your teeth with cyanide,

take a nap in your car,
windows closed, motor running.

You say you think your son
had anarrangedaccident. Why?

Because that's what they do!
The sons of bitches
killed my son!

Three days.

Three days
he was gonna be married.

Beautiful girl.
Smart, too, just like him.

You know what, Amanda?
You know what else?

He asked me to be
his best man.

He loved you, Charlie.
Yeah.

I know that.

You know,

for years...

we didn't talk.

My fault.

Then they killed him.

You know what
they tell me here?

"Take your medication,
Charlie.

Don't get aggravated,
Charlie. "

Well, I'm angry,
and I'm gonna damn well
stay angry, Charlie!

Tell me what happened.

There's four scientists
all working on the same project,
and three turned up dead.

The police, N. S. C. --
They're all covering it up.

- Those are big accusations.
- Just before he died,
he came to visit me.

He looked terrible.

I asked him what was wrong.

He told me... he deleted...

every file, every disk.

He shredded all his research.
Ten years' worth.

- He didn't say why?
- His job was top secret.

I never knew exactly
what he was working on.

None of this proves
it was murder.
You need a reason?

Same reason
as Honduras in '54,

Chile, '67, Beirut, '72.

When people need
someone to shut up,
they have an accident.

Spoken like someone who knows.

Counterintelligence--
that was my life,

back when the battle lines
were clear.

The enemy was an evil empire.
And the end always
justified the means.

A chess game. That's all
the spy business ever was.

You sacrificed a pawn,
lost a knight or two.

They weren't people.
They were pieces.

You did anything,
whatever it took,
but you didn't lose.

I didn't lose.
But then came the Prague spring.

You're not celebrating.
I'm sorry.

You haven't touched
your champagne.

Not even a toast
to the new Czechoslovakia?

Smart money says Dubcek
will be dead or in
a Russian gulag within a month.

Really?
And what do you say?

What time have you got?

How can one so beautiful...

be so cynical?

Let's just say
I've been here before.

So have I.
But it is 1968.

Maybe this time
things will be different.

It's never different.

The eyes of the world
are on Czechoslovakia.

It's hard to invade a nation
when it's on the 6:00 news.

No one will care.
History will.

It will judge the Russians
very poorly if they invade now.

History only judges the losers.

The winners, it justifies.

You may be right.

But until then--

I wasn't always an old fart
in a retirement home.

You know who I was?
I was you, kid.

Nobody at the Company
screwed with Charlie Johnson.

Nobody.

If someone killed your son,
Charlie, we'll find him.

I promise you that.

Looks like Charlie
found someone to believe him.

Who are they?
How the hell should I know?

See what they're driving
and find out.

I already put in 10 hours.
My heart bleeds for you.

Don't make any plans
for the weekend.
There goes my son's soccer game.

Don't tell me about your son.
My wife's gonna kill me.

It's her mother's birthday.

He's an interesting guy.

How'd you meet him?

In Prague,
about 30 years ago.

He worked at
the American Embassy, and I--

Well, that's another story.

Oh.

Knew him well, did you?

We, um, danced.

"Danced. " As indanced?

As injustdanced.

Uh-huh.

All right.
What do we do next?

"We"? How many murders
have you solved?

- You'd be surprised
what I've done.
- No, I wouldn't.

- You go home.
I'll call you if I need you.
- Not in this century.

Look, we can do this apart,
and I'll get in your way,
or we can do it together.

- And you'll get in my way.
- You think he's right?

I think he's looking
to blame someone.

Look, he's 70 years old.

His son's dead.
Everyone thinks he's senile.
He just won't give in.

Can you imagine what he must
have been like 35 years ago?

Oh, yeah.
You don't have to.

What's it like?
What?

Ah, being immortal.

Well, it's like being mortal,
except you get to live
a little longer.

Ask a stupid question.

Well, you get to see
everyone you know and love...

grow old and die.

You get to touch them
and hold them,
and then they're gone.

But... you take parts
of them with you.

But it's funny.

They all know things
I'll never know and touch
things I'll never feel.

If you could choose?

I don't get to choose.

You wanted a cop, you got one.

There's gotta
be something in here.

Milton Polk hit a tree
doing 80 miles an hour.

He had a blood alcohol level
three times the legal limit.

Frank Mitchelson
died of a heart attack.

He was 70 pounds overweight
and suffered from
high blood pressure.

Meanwhile, Charlie's son chokes
on a ham and shrimp on rye.

All within
three months of each other.
I don't know.

I think I'm with Charlie.
Police reports,
coroners' reports.

Some people say
if it looks like a duck,
quacks like a duck--

What do you say?

Dr. Lars Schiller,
fourth member of the team,
he's still alive.

I say we go duck hunting.

Quack, quack.

So, when we get inside,
who gets to be the good cop
and who gets to be the bad cop?

We're not cops.
So what are we gonna say?

"Hi. It's none of our business,
but we're investigating
a possible federal conspiracy.

"Three people are dead,
and you may be next.

And, sir,
how are you today? "

Let's just knock
on the door.

Ring the bell?
Fine.

Ooh! One hell of a party.

Stay here.

Right.

Maybe the good doctor had
a case of spring cleaning.

Get down!
Why?

"Why? Why? "

"Why? "

Dr. Schiller?

It's a terrible,
terrible thing.

If you feel up to it,
this officer will take
the rest of your statement.

Will that be all right?
Fine.

Hey, Wolfe, what are you
doing here? I thought you quit
playing cops and robbers.

Chase MacAffee,
investigative reporter,
a major pain in the ass, Amanda.

Don't mind him.
He says the same thing
about me.

I smell a fed.
Hmm? Hmm.

Suicide.

They say it's the ultimate
expression of anger.

I'd be pissed off too
if somebody blew my brains out.

Three guesses. What's
a federal agent doing here
investigating a local suicide?

One project, three men dead.
They don't think
it's a suicide either.

What are the feds
doing here?

If you'll excuse us.

Oh, you think I'm
just gonna go away?

Yes, I do.

Okay, that's it.
Let's go. Come on.

You must be the two
that Charlie sent over.

I'm Martin Foster.
Oh, you know him.

Yes, I do.
It's very nice to meet you.

Uh, yeah, Charlie,
he's a great old guy.

Everybody likes Charlie.
He's, uh--

You know, he used to be
one of our best. Yeah.

You should
get him to tell you his theory
on the Kennedy assassination.

He does a run on Ruby.
It's a mindblower.

- And-And that rap guy
in Las Vegas. Uh--
- Tupac Shakur?

- That's the one. Yeah.
- So you don't believe him.

Well, I-- I just think
Charlie has...

a little too much spare time
on his hands, you know?

You spend your life
looking under rocks,
you see worms everywhere,

especially, uh, when you
need someone to blame.

It's a terrible thing
that happened to his son.

Ah, well, if you'll,
uh, keep this.

What's this for?
That's just in case
Charlie's right.

Please say hi to him for me,
will you?

Mmm.

Very open and considerate
and friendly.

A whole new breed
of federal employee.
Almost makes you wanna like him.

Almost.

So, uh, I guess
I was right, huh?

They're good.
No fingerprints,
no footprints.

I'll bet there's even
powder burns on his hands.

They got everything
but a suicide note.
So I was right.

Charlie was right.
You can't say it, can you?

You really want my approval?
Okay, Amanda, you were right.

Thank you. No, I don't.
And we're not finished.

Whoever killed Schiller
didn't find what
they were looking for.

Oh, this is
your professional opinion?

Well, why did they kill him?

We showed up.
They had to improvise.

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

Tell me, Charlie,
why did you have to
bring in those outsiders?

You never would have
done anything like that
in the old days, Charlie.

Opening the department up
to questions, investigations.

Ooh, it's--
it's not good, Charlie.

They're just gonna find
the proof and get the sons
of bitches that killed my boy.

Nothing wrong with that.

You see, that's exactly
what I'm talking about,
Charlie.

It used to be that you'd put
national security first--
before family, before your son.

You know, doing this--
It's not gonna make up...

for all those years
that you weren't there for him.

Get out!

It's too bad--
what happened to Chuck.

A wedding coming up.
Expensive one too, I hear.

A new house.
A pretty fianc?
who likes nice things.

That kind of lifestyle
must cost a lot of money, huh?

- You going somewhere with this?
- Oh, come on, Charlie.

Don't make me say it.
We start digging into
his bank accounts,

checking his phone logs,
who knows what we might turn up?

Or invent.
The theft
of government property,

industrial espionage,
maybe even treason.

Hmm?

No.

Not true.

Chuck loved his country,

loved his work.

- That's the truth.
- And you know the truth,
don't you, Charlie?

Well, you should.

You helped manufacture it
for 30 years.

You bastard!

You mess with
my boy's good name,
I'll take you down.

How are you gonna do that,
old man?

Those friends of yours?

You think
they're gonna do it?
Those two amateurs?

What's that I smell?

I think it's another
tragic accident.

Get out! Get out!

It's not up to me, Charlie.
It's up to you.

Just a little friendly advice.

We were never friends.

Oh, come on, Charlie.

Are you kidding me?
You taught me everything I know.

We'll see you around,
old-timer.

I'm the one who convinced Chuck
to stay out of the spy business.

"You're smarter
than your old man,"
I told him.

"Be a doctor.
Be a scientist.

Be... someone who knows
he'll make it home to
his wife and kids every night. "

It was a mistake.

An accident,
just like they said.

You really think so?

I said it, didn't I?

Something changed your mind.

Maybe I started taking
my medication again.

Maybe you heard
about Schiller's suicide?

So they win.

They always win.

Look, just...
let it go, all right?

Fine.
Whatever you say, Charlie.

Then it's over.

You really don't believe
it was an accident, Charlie.

Doesn't matter!

I'm asking you to let it be.

You've been
a great friend to me.

I love you, Charlie.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

Were you bothered?
I wasn't bothered.

Do I look bothered?

See, I told you they didn't find
what they were looking for.

Right again.

See, you can be so nice
when you want to.

Well, whatever it was,
it's gone.

Whateveritis.

So where to now?
The office or the lab or--

The garden.
Huh?

Schiller was a botanist.
So?

So what do you think?
They were looking for something
in there or out here?

There's not much there.

Great tomatoes.
They're not even planted.

Gun!

I hope these guys aren't
who I think they are.

Feds.

I hate it when that happens.
Come on.

Ow!
Hold still.

You're no
Florence Nightingale.
Oh, well, no one was like Flo.

We were very close.

Where's Lucy
when I need her?

She's finishing
her astronaut training.
Right.

And what were
you doing out there?
Reacting.

Yes, like a mortal.
You know, I'm not the girl.
I'm an Immortal.

I get shot, I get back up.
You get shot, you get dead.

Oh, this is harder to open
than Pandora's box.

I can't believe I killed
a federal agent.

It was self-defense.
Besides, if those two
were doing anything legal,

don't you think someone would be
knocking at our door by now?

-They were still federal agents.
-No, they were covert ops.

There won't even be a record
they ever existed.

"Covert ops"? What,
did Charlie teach you that?

Uh, no. Mata Hari.

- Get out.
- Mmm.

Give me that.

So much for
the greatest thief
in the Western world.

You really think
I'm the greatest?

Open it.

You gotta be kidding.

Taxi. Taxi!

A couple locals drop in,
and my agents start
dropping like flies?

The guy is a pro,
twice decorated for valor.
He's an ex-cop. He's a nobody.

What about her?

Amanda Montrose, alias
Amanda Devereaux, alias...
a dozen other names.

Suspected jewel thief--
You know, all this
is not telling me--

why are they still alive?

My God.

Oh, my God.

They did it.

- They actually did it.
- Did what, Charlie?

I asked you to let this go.
Too late.

I won't have... any more deaths
on my conscience.

There's nothing you can do.
There's nothing anybody can do.

Nick, let me talk to him.

Charlie.

I'm such a helpless,
useless piece of crap.
Oh, Charlie.

Sometimes... I get up
in the morning,

and my back doesn't ache,
and my knees don't crack,

and then I look
in the mirror,

and I wonder...

who that old man
staring back at me is.

Amanda,
I'm still me inside.

Problem is,
you're still you outside.

Oh, Charlie, don't you
wanna know the truth?

The truth?

The truth doesn't belong
to people like you
and me anymore.

The truth belongs
to the winners.
Always has.

Are you staying long
in Prague?
A few days.

Business?
Not always.

So what is a girl like you
doing in a place like this?

I'm here to rob
the national bank.

Really?
Would I lie to you?

And what are
you doing here?

I'm a spy...
trying to stop a military coup
led by the Russians.

Really?
Would I lie to you?

- I have a couple days off
coming at the embassy.
-Do you?

A friend of mine
has a lovely ch��teau
down by the ocean in Normandy.

He says I can use it
anytime I like.
How nice for you.

I was wondering. Perhaps--

If we could go there
and eat tons of caviar...

and drink champagne
with strawberries...

and have a mad,
passionate affair?

Mmm. Sounds about right.

Don't you think we should know
each other a bit longer before
we do something like that?

How much longer?

At least until
the waltz is over.

I think our waltz is over.

No. No, no, no.
It's gonna be okay.

You two, come with me.
Yes, I know.

Security!

Over there!

History only
judges the losers.

The winners,
it justifies.

You know that.

History.

I gotta tell you something,
Charlie. History's not all
its cracked up to be.

Governments and civilizations--
they come and go.

Half a million sunsets later,
who the hell cares
what history says?

What really counts...

are the people you love
and how they remember you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I made one big mistake.

I got old.

Estrogen.
What?

You wanted to know
about these damn seeds?
I don't get it, Charlie.

From May of '71
to August '75.
It was my project.

A drug-resistant
wheat hybrid laced with
estrogen, progesterone.

You know how much
the government spends
in foreign aid?

Much more economical to
just wipe out the population.

Saturate their country
with estrogen.

No blood spilled
on the evening news.

Just a natural, steady decline
in the population.

Works on both friends
and enemies.

You're talking about
mass birth control.

Hell of a lot cheaper
than bombs and bullets.

So they did it.
They made it work.

Each one played their part,
including my son.

They must have put
the pieces together,
realized what they had.

And then they were killed
before they could go public.

Party's over.
We got company.

- The front and the back
will be sealed.
- Better find another way out.

Come on, Charlie.

Don't get excited.
Winnie Howell
died this morning.

They always shut the doors.
They don't want anybody
to see the body.

Come on.

You two,
check out the woods.

You, up there.

You, the far wall,
you, the terrace.

Wait! You forgot
to take Mrs. Howell!

Get in the car!
Go! Move it!

I wish I knew
where we were going.

They'll have both
your places staked out.
You can bet on that.

The truth is,
we can't hide from these guys.

There you go.
They're on us already.

What are you trying to do,
get us killed?

Just arrested.

Well, what do we have here?

Grand theft auto.

Oh, I get it.

You're Bonnie,

you're Clyde,
and you're old enough
to know better.

Hey, I'd like my phone call.

Ooh, everybody's a lawyer.

Hey, do I know you?

Yeah. I used to
be on the job.

Yeah, Wolfe. Nick Wolfe.

-What are you doing
stealing a hearse?
- He was dead tired.

Oh. Funny man.

Listen, you with the face,
we know our rights.

He gets a phone call.

A phone call.
Yes.

All right.

Wait.

You really think
he was murdered by the feds?

What's in the envelope?

That's what I thought you said.

Twenty-first Precinct,
front desk.
I'll be there.

You better be right
about this.

I bet you lettered in
two sports in high school.

Three.

Chuck never liked sports.

Mostly because I liked them
so much, I guess.

- How long were you
with the agency?
- Almost 35 years.

Why'd you leave?

It's kind of complicated.

I guess I got tired of lying.

Why'd you stop being a cop?

Kind of complicated.

You two were meant
for each other.

Out.

- You sure about that, son?
- What'd I just say?

Why?

What do I know?
Charges were dropped.

- Hey, what about my envelope?
- It's gone.

Shut up, man!

Ahem. Special friends
fast approaching.

Time for
an adult discussion.
Why am I not surprised?

Charlie, I thought
we had an understanding.
You thought wrong.

I did, huh?
You have something
that belongs to me.

Not anymore.
Consider this very seriously:

There's a lot of gang warfare
out there these days,

and you, as an ex-cop,
should know how easy it is...

to be the innocent victim
of a drive-by.

Am I getting through to you?

And you, Charlie, my friend,

something painless
as a professional courtesy.

Maybe arsenic
in your medication.

And you wonder why
you're still single.

Or you can hand over
the seeds.

- You can go to hell.
- Right after you, Charlie.

You know what?
We don't have them.
More games.

No. You know what?
He's right. He's right.

This game is over.

I wanna
show you something.

Two minutes.
In my hand or you're dead.

What time you got,
Foster?
7:00.

Perfect.

What are you talking about?

Well, you wanted the seeds.
There they are.

And now this special bulletin.

Until this reporter was supplied
with the evidence herself--

signed affidavits
testifying to a conspiracy
of incredible proportions.

A plot to sterilize millions
by lacing grain with
the hormone estrogen.

Implicated directly are
the National Security Council
and the Department of Defense.

The director of the C. I. A.
declined to comment.

-
We'll have more details later.
- Croissant?

Now back to Andrews Field--

You still don't realize
the game that you're playing.

You can't win.
None of you are gonna
walk away from this.

Tell it to the grand jury.

-We did everything we could do.
- Ten straight days
of testimony,

and the son of a bitch walks
in record time.

Unindicted coconspirator,
my ass.

The grand jury
knows he's guilty,
and still he walks?

National security.
Lies.

It's politics.
More lies.

Did you see Charlie's face?
No. We need to find him.

One question!
Mr. Foster,

do you have any response
to the grand jury's findings?

Miss MacAffee,
I have spent my life
in the service of my country.

I believe that the interests of
the grand jury, this nation...

and my department
are all the same--

the truth.

And I can only hope
that one day
the truth will out.

- Thank you. Thank you.
-

F. B. I. ! Get down!
Oh, my God!

Help him! Help him!
Get down! Get down!
Take cover!

Charlie! Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Now we know the truth.

Yes, we do.

It's gonna be okay.
I know.

Would you look
at this headline?

"Senior Citizen
on Shooting Rampage. "

Oh, what they've done to him.

Easier to buy
than the truth.

The truth is,
a hundred years from now,

no one's going to remember
any of this.

How do you do it?

How do you hang on to all
the Charlies and Lucys?

The really great ones,
they don't let you forget them.

- To Charlie.
- Charlie.

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