All language subtitles for Highlander The Raven - 1x15 - Inferno

Good evening, Mr. Garrett.

Workin' late again?

Not for much longer.

Good night.

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.

My company is in ashes.

When they stole that
briefcase from my safe,

they stole everything I have.

I want it back.

I'm confused
about something.

The police are
investigating the arson,

but you didn't tell them
about the theft.

For 25,000 up-front,

25,000 on delivery,
you don't get to ask.

Well, you have a nice day.
You know the way out.

Myers said you were the best.
I'll pay whatever it takes.

What it takes is for you
to be honest with me.

It is not illegal.
It's plastic.

Plastic.
Like plastic explosives?

No. The kind they
will make airplanes from.

A new polymer-- resistant
to heat and stress.

So light, you'll
have to tie it down.
So whip up a new batch.

I can't. The prototype
was destroyed in the fire.

Ten years.
Millions in development.

My bankers
and stockholders smell
the only prototype is gone,

and my research
is burnt to hell.

- Hmm?
- Right.

Your investors bail. Your stock
goes through the floor.

- You got any clues?
- Nothing. Nobody.

Garrett, don't lie
if you don't do it well.

- There was a woman.
- There always is.

She disappeared
the night of the fire.

You got an address?

Yeah, but it won't help you.

Why?
She was living with me.

Name's Talia.

Talia Bauer.

Hello. I must be going.

Feel like working?

You know I'm on my way
to Tahiti.

Have a nice trip.
Now, look.

If we were on a beach
and you were a guy
and I was a girl,

what would you think
about this?

Where's the rest of it?
Ah, perfect.

I'm gonna need a bodyguard.
No can do. I'm on the job.
Someone stole a briefcase.

Whoa. Talk about overkill.
Amateurs.

Actually, real professionals.
Used just enough explosive
power to melt the inside...

but not enough to damage
the structural integrity
of the building.

Did you take
a correspondence course?
Six months on the bomb squad.

And then what?
I became attached
to these.

Let me guess. Briefcase.
Negotiable securities?
Diamonds?

Plastic.
As in credit cards?

As in plastic.

Thrilling. Have fun.

Whoa.

Did you enjoy
yourself,mon coeur?

Ah, pure joy, Frederick.

And, uh, what's
your pleasure now?

Well, you did promise me
a glimpse of those adorable
family jewels.

I could never
say no to you.

I think you have guests.

Robert.
This way.

Oh, dear.

Fear not.
I'll protect you.

You're very brave, but
let me do the talking.

My friends--
They are no friends of mine.

Nor do we want to be.

Look at him.

A stuffed shirt with ruffles
masquerading as a human being.

People, please.
Take this and go in peace.

Peace? And let
this leech grow old...

and feed off
our people's blood?

I am Frederick,
the Duke of Chambord.

To the guillotine!
Frederick, shut up!

Honor requires I do not.

Mon coeur.

The animals have won.

And you warned him.

He was so young.

He was an enemy
of the people.

He was the people's enemy,
and now he is not.

- And now it is between us.
- Oh,mon coeur,

it is between you
and Lady Guillotine.

Take her!

To the guillotine!

You know her?

No. But she holds
a sword really well.

What about this crest?
What about it?

Crest. Sword. Sword fighting.
Tight pants. Come on.
It's not that big of a leap.

It is from Tahiti, darling.
I'll bring you back a coconut.

You know, the last time
I was here, you couldn't
see the Eiffel Tower.

Of course,
it wasn't built yet.

- What are you doing here?
- I just came to visit
an old friend.

Ah, that's cute.
Is that what I am?

You look great, Talia.
I love your hair.

And yours is so... neat.

Tell me. How is
the revolution business?
Blown up any buildings lately?

Well, some of us have a purpose
in life, Amanda, and others--

Are just thieves.

I'm expecting a guest shortly,
and you will not be here.

So why don't you just tell me
what this is about and get out?

I'm trying to keep you
out of prison, Talia.

This is a first-class
ticket to Tahiti.

The plane leaves tonight,
and I suggest you be on it.

Really?

Hey!

Hey, you there!

Wait! Stop!
I'm a friend of Garrett's.

I just wanna talk!

So what's
the big-time rebel doing dating
a man from theFortune500?

Poverty was one of the virtues
I got tired of.

Well, I could see
why revolution wouldn't pay
as well as stock options.

Don't make jokes, Amanda.
It doesn't suit you.

Do you know how many
times I've died?

How many years I've wasted
in prison for them?

And nothing changes.

Speaking of prison, would you
like me to help you pack?

I'm not going anywhere.

If Nick is looking for you,
he's going to find you.

Then that's his problem,
isn't it?

Talia, he's a friend of mine.
Then keep him away from me.

You owe me at least that.

Yes, I do.

All right. Why don't you
give me the briefcase,
and I will leave you alone.

I can't.
It's a piece of plastic.
What's the big deal?

Plastic? Is that
what Garrett said?

Very good.
Well, I guess he couldn't
tell you the truth.

Which is?
The case contains
a vial of blood, Amanda.

- My blood.
- What?

How much do you think the secret
of immortality's worth?

What are you talking about?

Garrett is a great chemist.

If anyone can bottle
eternal life, it will be him.

And if he does, it will be
the beginning of the end.

For all of us.

If you're looking for Tahiti,
it's due south.
I was gonna tell you.

Before or after I got shot?
What happened?

No, no, no.
Don't change the subject.
You brought it up.

Let me guess.
Talia's an Immortal,
and you knew her from before.

Well, who can really say
that they know their
fellow man? Or woman.

So you're not friends?
Friends? No.

And you wouldn't tell her
that I'm on her tail?

Maybe I do owe her one
teensy-weensy favor.
Okay. So what's the favor?

Oh, nothing.
Just the kind you owe when
someone saves your life.

It's bit cold here
and damp.

A night with the rats
in the dungeon
will shut you up.

We'll see how smart
your mouth is when your
head's on a pike.

Stop!
I won't be taken alive!

Leave her!
She was trying
to escape!

Drop your weapon.
This one won't die so easily.

Dagger! You think
you're clever, don't you?

But when you die here,
you die forever.

Don't do this, Talia.
Please.
It's out of my hands now.

Listen to them.
They're crying out for blood,
and blood we will give them.

Why are you doing this?
You know what I am.

You're a blind cancer
like the rest of them.

It is true. I do belong
to a privileged class...

like yourself--
the Immortals--

but I do not deserve
to die like this.

If you say so.
I am innocent.

Just like your duke.

He was harmless.
Harmless?

He was a murderer.

I found a young girl
in the snows last winter,
half frozen.

There was nothing
I could give her myself,

but I carried her
to your duke's door,

begging for food
and blankets.

In return,

they had me beaten.

The child died.

I am sorry.

So you see, no matter
if you're innocent.
You die anyway.

Oh, but I am no more a member
of the aristocracy than you are.

My first death--
I was that little girl.

I was murdered
for stealing a loaf of bread.

Stop! Thief! Stop!

Stop there!

And when I became an Immortal,
I was taken in by a lady,

an aristocrat,
who became my teacher.

Leave her.

She saw past my rags
and my coarseness and my fear.

Are you an angel?

Not quite.
I'm Rebecca Horn.

Can you use a sword?

And read. Just as you will.

What for?

Books are for monks, and women
don't fight with swords.

You seem to know everything
about everything.

I know what I need to know.

Tell me.
Who's a better thief?

That isn't going
to be enough anymore.

Your life is about to change.

How?

More than you can imagine.

She gave me the only home
I ever knew,

and I repaid her
by stealing from her.

Rebecca.

You wouldn't want
to leave without this.

I don't wanna fight ya.
I can't fight ya.

Then give back the crystal
and stay.

Finish what you started.
Learn.

Rebecca taught me to fight,
to survive,

but more than that,
to believe in myself.

She taught me to forgive.
She taught me to be
the person I am.

Enough?
Put up your blade.

I think you could've won.

- Maybe.
- What now? More books?

No. No more books.

No more lessons.

I've done as much as I can.

What are you saying?

That I have no more
to teach you, Amanda.

It's time
you were on your own.

No. There's more to learn.
I'm not ready.

Yes, there is more to learn
and places you must go, but--

but I can't take you there.

Rebecca! Rebecca!

Amanda?
You must hide me,
quickly.

What's wrong?
There is a man.
He's pursuing me.

A man? What sort of man?
Has he challenged you?

For three days and nights
I've been running,
and he always finds me.

Is he an Immortal?

Did I train you
all those years for nothing?

Coming here is no answer.

But I thought you said
holy ground is our refuge.

And so it is.
But you can't hide here forever.

Nor can you run here every time
you meet another Immortal.

Rebecca, please. I can't.
I'm not good enough.

Will you run all your life?

Choose your ground,
choose your weapon...

and face what is to come.

In a thousand years,
I've lived as a peasant,
a duchess, a slave--

And now you die
as a noble!

But surely
you've seen the pattern
of these mortal wars.

This revolution shall pass,
and nothing will have changed.

You're wrong.
The world will change.

History will be made.

But it's their history,
their world, not yours and mine.

Fight me, kill me,
but not like this.

Talia, we are immortal.

We're not sheep
to be led to slaughter.

Spare my life.
Huh.

And in return--
What could you possibly
have to offer me?

If not in this lifetime,
then in the future perhaps.

Someday...
I promise to repay you.

The guillotine
demands payment now,

Amanda.

Talia.

How much more blood
will you spill trying
to warm a frozen child?

Leave her!

Stop right there!

- Did you mean it?
- Yes.

- Then I'll hold you
to your promise.
- Anytime. Anyplace.

Come on!

There she goes!
After her!

Hey!

She saved my life.

Very touching. Right out
ofMasterpiece Theater.

I was just trying to give her
a chance to explain.

Let her explain to me.
She-- She's not in there.

I-- I told you
she's not here.
Indulge me.

Hello?

Told ya.

Shouldn't you be on a plane
to Tahiti or something?

Oh, would you just forget
about the briefcase?
It's not what you think.

I'm listening.

It's not plastics.
It's blood samples.

Talia cut herself,
and Garrett saw her heal.

So he found out
she was an Immortal.

Then he went on this
Frankenstein trip.

He drugged her and took more
blood, and now he's looking
for the miracle cure.

The--
For death.

Oh.
You know, it's the '90s.
Cloning, D. N. A. mapping.

Spice Girls.
Yeah.

So what's the going rate
for immortality?
That's what she asked.

Where's the blood now?

Bottom of the river.
Talia dumped it.

You know, I've known Talia
for over 200 years.

Would she lie about this?
Absolutely, if it served her.

She's also quite capable
of using explosives and
taking out a couple of guards.

On the other hand,
Immortals don't have a lock
on violence and dishonesty.

Oh, that's for sure.

It must be difficult
for you.
What's that?

Well, you know,
dealing with us,
operating in our world--

the rules,
the immortality.

It's the same world, Liam.

Do you think so?
Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, Immortals--
Some are good. Some are bad.

I mean, they're just like
the rest of us, right?

Most of them are just trying
to put one foot in front of the
other and survive another day.

You might be right.

Maybe all we do
is live longer.

I sometimes think that
we waste our gift though.

Do you ever wonder what you'd do
if you were immortal?

Yeah, I've thought
what it'd be like to be
in the Crusades...

or to mix paint
for Michelangelo or to spar
with John L. Sullivan.

No. But I mean what would
you do with your time...

if right now,
this very minute,

you learned you were
gonna live forever?

Ah, forget it.
Come on, now. Would you be
the Masked Avenger...

or the greatest crime fighter
the world had ever known?

Or would you spend
the next hundred years
finding a cure for cancer?

Uh, depends on the day.
Today.

Today. You're not gonna
let me off the hook, are you?
No.

I guess I'd try and be
more like Beethoven
or Michael Jordan.

I see we're not
ambitious then.

You want the truth.
Okay.

Maybe just try and perfect
myself, you know--
become a better me.

Spoken like a man
of wisdom.

But I've often wondered
why we don't do more,
become more.

I mean, we have all this
time, all this opportunity.

So why aren't we Einsteins
or da Vincis or Mozarts
or-or-or Hawkins?

Maybe genius isn't
a function of time.

Maybe-- Maybe
it's an act of God.

That's very good, Nick.
Did you ever think
of becoming a priest?

I can honestly say
that I never have.

Listen. What's
your next move?

Uh, find Garrett,
see who's lying.

What if it's Talia?
If it's Talia,
I'll deal with it.

Nick, I have known Talia
weep over the death of an
old woman she hardly knew.

And she killed her.
She's a dangerous woman.

I'll bear that in mind.

I've gotta go.
Got a christening
in half an hour.

Twins. God bless, Nick.

I need it.

Oh, and, Nick,
nice talkin' to you.

This better be important, Wolfe.
What the hell's the problem?

It's real simple.
If somebody screws with me,
it pisses me off.

No. I already told you.
Yes. About plastics.
I remember.

Wanna try best
two out of three?

Doesn't matter. I already know
what's in the briefcase.

You found it?
My God, where is it?

Gone.
Gone where?

Talia threw it
in the Seine.
No. She couldn't.

Well, she did.
Sorry for the bad news.

I'll be sending back
your money.
So she's dead?

Dead? What are you
talking about?

One drop of that stuff--
God help me. The Seine?

How many others?
Wait a minute, Garrett.
What are you talking about?

It's okay. I'm gonna call
an ambulance. You'll be fine.

No. No time. There's
no time. Briefcase.

What's in it?

Death.

Four hours of interrogation
makes me cranky.

I can see that.
There was something else
in that case.

What? Like a free
toy surprise?

Like something deadly.
I think I need to give you
that ticket to Tahiti.

I think you're really tired.
You think I'm crazy.

I think you're creatively
enhancing the situation,
imagining things.

My imagination
killed Garrett?

It could be
totally unrelated.

He had no idea
she was immortal.

Then why did he
take her blood?

He wasn't worried
about blood.

It's about time.

I tried to get you at your home,
but you had company.

Tall. Persistent.
Carries a nine-millimeter.

Wolfe. Not to worry.
I'll take care of him.

Like you
took care of Garrett?
Why'd you kill him?

All is better than half.

Our deal was with him.

Well, obviously
it's not anymore.

I'm tired of dealing
with errand boys.
Where's the general?

He doesn't appreciate
showin' up in the headlines.

The bomb. The murder.
Messy. Public.

But the merchandise
is worth so much more
now there's only one sample.

We were promised discretion.
The general has reduced
his offer.

Now, why don't you just
march right back to your
happy little dictator...

and tell him the price
has just doubled.

Extortion is never a healthy
way of doing business.

Twelve hours, or the item
goes on the open market,

mate.

Why does this feel like deja vu

Dickens. Chaucer.

Thackeray.
She loves the classics.

Ah, correction. Loved.
Old boyfriends.

I'm hungry. You hungry?

Aha! Just as I suspected.

What is it?

Champagne and
a vat of caviar.

Viva la revolution.

What are you eating?

Caviar.

Pay dirt.
Ah.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yah. So butch.

Voila. Empty.
Just like she said.

It doesn't make sense.

Why would she
throw out the vial
and keep the briefcase?

Maybe she was lying,

and maybe she put it
somewhere else.

Nope.

Hmm. A Brockton 704--
titanium lining,

graphite hinges, random
tumblers and a fail-safe
detonation lining.

Are you flirting with me?

Ah, my best time:
six minutes, 14 seconds.

Time's up.

Comfortable?

Uh, yes. I'm winning.

You must be Nick.
Got some bad news for you.

Should I sit down for this?

It's Michael Garrett.
He's been shot.

My God. That's terrible.

I was angry, but
I can't believe he's dead.

He's not.

A couple of flesh wounds.
No vital organs.

He's a lucky man. He's resting
at Saint-Luc Sanitarium.

They say he'll be fine.

- Good.
- We thought you'd be pleased.

And you--
How are you today?

Hospital food will kill you.

You're good.

Now let me guess.

While I'm here, Amanda's
searching my place, right?

You get an "A"
for intuition.
Thank you.

I'm bettin' that's not
truth serum in your hand.

You want the truth?
Oh, yeah.

I already told Amanda.
Oh, yeah.
You mean about the blood.

No. I don't think so.
Okay. You fill in
the blanks.

Garrett Pharmaceuticals.
Deadly. Let me see.

- Probably a virus? Bacteria?
- Nerve toxin.

A laboratory accident that
ended up being worth millions.

That's why you killed him.

He got greedy.
Wanted me cut out.

You shoot me, I drop it,

and everyone in this building
is dead within 24 hours.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe I shoot
you, you drop it, and I catch it
before it hits the ground.

Pull the trigger.

I hate to waste a bullet,
but okay.

Catch.

- What?
- Didn't anyone ever teach you
proper phone etiquette?

- Amanda, not now.
- Fine.

Then I won't tell you
what I found in Talia's safe.

- What'd you say?
- It's pretty weird looking.

I'm going to find out
what it is.
Amanda, whatever you do,

don't open it.

- Don't what?
- Open it.

- Open it?
- No! I said don't!

No! No!

Don't open it!

So what now?
So now we know
who was telling the truth.

Nobody.
Exactly.

Your friend Talia
is a murderer.

I'm not trying
to protect her--
You could've fooled me.

Have you ever heard
of the longbow?

What does that
have to do with this?

The longbow was really the rage
at one point in time...

until the flintlock
blew it off the map--
no pun intended.

And then, of course,
they identified the atom.

Need I go on
with this little story?

Every weapon ever invented
has been used.

Thank you.

We need to find someone
who can neutralize this stuff.

Today's good guy becomes
tomorrow's villain.

I've seen it happen a lot.
In a weird way,
it happened to Talia.

I think I know someone.
Myers?

You don't trust anyone,
do you?
Almost.

Ah. Hello? No. I'm sorry.
She's in Tahiti.

- I want it back, Amanda.
-

We have a really bad
connection. I'm sorry.

No one else
could've got into that
save you or me.

A life.
And I choose Nick's.

Sorry I'm late.
Places to go.

- People to kill.
- Uh-huh. Did you bring it?

I would really love
to have kept my word, but
I can't do it this time, Talia.

- I gave you your life.
- Innocent people would die.

How amusing to hear you
moralize.

I don't commit genocide
for hire.

If you can't get power,
get rich.

That's a nice rallying cry
for the common folk
to get behind.

So a few thousand
people get killed--

Like Toynbee said, the masses
are asses. Nothing changes.

You were right.
People change.

We are not people.
We're immortal.

Talia, there's still
things worth fighting for.

Are there things
worth dying for?

I wonder what they'd think,

so close to death
and yet so ignorant of it.

If I don't press this button
in three minutes, va va boom.

Those people are innocent.

Haven't we already
had this conversation?

Since you care so much,
give me the toxin.

I'll take that.

Go! Hurry!

We have a score to settle.

I should have let
the guillotine do it.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
I'm sorry. Pardon.

Get everyone
out of here, now.
Okay.

Now.
Okay.

But where are we supposed to go?

Oh, Mother.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Me too.

It doesn't have to come to this.
You could walk away, Talia.

You could keep your promise.

No. White.

Come on. Be white.

Okay. That was wrong.

White's wrong.
We don't want white.

I owed you a life.
I'm giving you yours.

Just walk away.

He's doing it.

- You owe me.
- Not anymore.

Oh.

So then it just went
poof, you know?

Poof?
Well, that's
the technical term,

but the point is, there's
no more nerve toxin.

And no more Talia.
Hello! When did you
get to be so modest?

Didn't know I was.
Headlines, babe.

Yeah. Well,
I had to get out of there
before the cops showed up.

"Nick Wolfe, Anonymous Hero. "
Sounds like a business card.

Well, you try and explain it.
"You see, officer.
It was like this.

"It was a Immortal revolutionary
who planted the bomb.

"She was only in town brokering
a deadly nerve toxin deal.

If you look now, you might
see her being beheaded
on the Left Bank. "

Anonymous it is.

What time
does your flight leave?

I'm not
in the mood anymore.
We won.
You're allowed to be happy.

Yeah. But if
it weren't for Talia,
I'd be dead 200 years.

If it weren't for you,
there'd be a lot of people
who were dead.

Besides, if you can't
bring the girl to Tahiti,
bring Tahiti to the girl.

Stop trying
to cheer me up.

What's in this?
You don't wanna know.

Is it flammable?

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