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CHRISTINA: Help me! ANNOUNCER:
Previously on Witchblade:

DANNY: Hey, hey, hey.

What's going on? Take
it easy, punk, all right?

[DANNY GRUNTS]

[GASPING]

You did your task well.

Thank you.

Where is he?

Your partner was buried
before he was dead.

You have the knowledge you need.

Believe in the
Witchblade. It will help you.

[GRUNTING]

SARA: Danny!

Danny!

[GASPING]

NOTTINGHAM: You have
the knowledge you need.

Believe in the Witchblade
and it will help you.

Believe.

WOMAN [WHISPERS]: Sara.

Sir!

IRONS: You can use the Witchblade
to pierce the veil of the senses.

To see in an entirely new way.

To extract more information
from the universe...

than the normal human
sensorium allows.

To experience
ultimate realities.

PRIEST: Dear friends, we
are gathered here today...

to remember the
life of Danny Woo.

Be thy name. Thy kingdom
come, thy will be done...

on earth as it is in
heaven. Give us this day...

The Witchblade is not
mine to wield anymore.

So I've found an alternative
weapon to affect my grand design.

The lance has arrived.

Each power, each source
of energy in the universe...

has its converse, its opposite.

Even someone as
steeped in empiricism...

as Isaac Newton knew
that for every action...

there is an equal
and opposite reaction.

So too with the Witchblade.

Wallet, watch, and cash, bitch.

Risky line of work you're in.

- Do you want me to kill you?
- Kind of.

Well, I'm game. Now give
me what I asked you for.

I'm gonna give you more
than what you asked me for.

I'm gonna give you your life.

[SCREAMS]

[BAT SCREECHES]

[WINGS FLAPPING]

[THUD]

Who's there?

[GROANS]

Thank you, Ian.

I was growing rather impatient.

Sara.

Hey, partner, how
are you feeling?

Well, like I just emerged from
the most psychotic nightmare...

I ever had.

Pez, what the hell happened?

I was hoping you could tell me.

I just have a few
little questions.

Like who the hell jumped
me, why they jumped me...

how you found me, how
you got me out of there?

Look, all I know is I got
this mysterious message...

saying you were at the
cemetery, and I went and got you.

Pez, is there something
you're not telling me?

Is there something
you're not telling me?

It just doesn't
compute, all right?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yeah.

Sara, it's Orlinsky, Line 1.

- He's down at the docks.
- Thanks, Jake.

Yep.

Orlinsky.

All right, we'll be right there.

[SIREN WHOOPS]

DANNY: What do you got?
ORLINSKY: Male, Caucasian.

Nothing unusual.

Except there's a 4-inch
gash through his chest.

SARA: Through? ORLINSKY: Yeah.

By the looks of it,
it pinned him here...

before it was, uh,
yanked back out.

SARA: Ooh.

Why did you call me?

Well, you got a rep for having
an affinity for the weird. Ha, ha.

And besides, I haven't
seen your mug in a while.

- Weapon?
- No.

Any ideas?

Well, whatever it was,
it wasn't too sharp.

Look.

Look at the wound.

And after the crate...

that blade must be duller
than Hillary Clinton's libido.

[SCOFFS]

Still using the
same old jokes, huh?

[ORLINSKY CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

WOMAN [VOICE ECHOING]:
See how he died, Sara?

He has come. He has come.

It is time. It is time.

[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[YELLING]

[SIGHS]

I gotta go.

I'll catch you later.

Where are you going? I
gotta... I gotta ask you something.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

- Mr. Irons?
- Yes.

I'm Detective Pezzini,
N.Y.P.D. Homicide.

There are some questions
that you better answer.

I consider myself a good
citizen. How can I help?

Your employee, boy toy,
henchman or whatever the hell he is...

Ian Nottingham has been
stalking me for several days.

I had no idea.

- He tried to kill me.
- Ian is a gentle soul.

Why would he try to kill you?

To get this back for you.

I'm sure you've
lost me, detective.

He attacked me with a sword.

A sword?

Do you know
where I can find him?

No.

Does this belong to you?

Stop playing games, detective.

Even if I said it did, you
wouldn't return it to me.

You know what it is, and
you know what it can do.

If that bracelet did belong
to me, you can be assured...

that it would not be on your
lovely little malnourished arm...

and you can be further assured your arm
would be a great distance from your body.

SARA: Mr. Irons.

Where were you last night?

Temporally or metaphysically?

Around midnight.

In a reverie.

What the hell does that mean?

You should know, detective.

You were a part of it.

Sooner or later
you'll get the point.

Gentlemen, I've invited you here today
to deliver a message of great import.

I'll be brief.

Vorschlag Industries
suffers from a cancer within.

A pox, if you will, which means
to undermine our autonomy...

in the bio-technological field.

A disease which
means to destroy me.

But, Mr. Irons, we posted a 200 percent
operating profit in this last quarter alone.

Success does not
necessarily indicate health.

In the days of the Republic when
Caesar learned of a plot against him...

he offered the guilty the option of
suicide and clemency for his family.

But the Republic
perished, didn't it?

When Rommel was discovered
to have been a part of the cabal...

which attempted
to kill the Führer...

as the more erudite
amongst you know...

he was allowed to
choose his own poison.

But Hitler spared his family.

The two of you will not
enjoy such benevolence.

Paul, this is your house
burning down this morning.

I had the doors sealed.
Your family is ash.

[SOBBING]

Sidney, I'm reminded of
a baptism by the manner...

in which your wife and
child entered the next world.

Oh, no.

I will not be betrayed.

And I will destroy the
heretics of my vision.

[IRONS YELLING]

[IRONS PANTING]

OFFICER 1: Hey, Robinson.

OFFICER 2: Tape off that
area over there to the left.

[COUGHING]

OFFICER 2: Over here.

SARA: Hey, Turnbull.

What's up?

Two white males, 50, 60.

Both stabbed clean through the
chest between the fourth and fifth ribs.

Clean wounds?

Sloppy and savage.

Bad day at the
office, it looks like.

They both worked for Irons.

[VICKY HUMMING]

DANNY: Po-Po. SARA: Vicky.

Same killer?

I need any forensic
similarities you can get.

[HUMMING]

Earth to Po, are you with us?

No, I'm most
decidedly not with you.

Well...

Well, well, well. Ha, ha.

What do you think of that?

[DANNY SIGHS]

Please, the damn formaldehyde in
here is gonna kill me before R.J. Reynolds.

You can spare
me the little looks.

[LIGHTER CLICKING]

Three murders, same weapon.

These guys got
incredible piercings.

Hundreds of pounds
per square inch of force.

But here's the clincher.

At first, I thought the wood
fibers around the exit wounds...

all came from a local source.

No.

Uh, well, I figured it was the
crate for the customs guy...

and, you know, a table or
tree for these two, but it's not.

Its wood wasn't deciduous.

It was cedar.

So you're telling me someone
took apart their closet...

to kill a customs agent
and two businessmen.

This variety of cedar comes
from Lebanon and Syria.

And get this, the species
of cedar that came up...

has been extinct for
over a thousand years.

SARA: So where does that get us?

- Well, nowhere.
- Come on, Vic, don't...

But, but, being a bit of
a type-A personality...

I took the small metal
fibers from the wound...

carbon-dated them and I got a
pretty accurate date for the blade.

- And?
- And it's an alloy of tin and copper.

It's got plenty of impurities.

And it was forged
sometime between 10 and 70.

Ten and 70 what?

Anno Domini.

Sometime between the year
of our Lord, 10 and 70 A.D.

DANNY: Let's go see Irons.

Talk about gothic.

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

You okay?

Uh, yeah. I
must've just slipped.

Aah, Danny.

Pez, what the hell is going on?

You're talking to yourself, you're
falling down, you're acting weird.

I know you're not giving me the full
story about what happened yesterday.

What is up?

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Where's the love?

Come on, Sara. If you don't
talk to me, how can I trust you?

There's nothing to tell.

You decide whether or not you're
gonna tell me what's going on.

Danny.

And I'll decide if
you're still my partner.

Danny, there's nothing going on.

Nothing.

Bull.

Find a new partner.

Danny.

Nice pose.

Nice bracelet.

What?

- Ahh.
- What?

It's a nice bracelet.

Uh, do I know you?

Perhaps, I guess if you
believe in reincarnation.

Actually, I saw your picture in the
paper last week after the shootout.

Oh, oh. Is your boss around?

Yeah, you're talking to him.

Oh, uh, I'm sorry.

Uh, Detective Sara
Pezzini, Homicide.

Are you buying or selling?

- Excuse me?
- Ha, ha.

Do you have a talisman you wanna
sell or looking for something to buy?

- I get Homicide cops in here all the time.
- No, sorry. I'm here on police business.

Hmm.

Um, do you know a man
named Kenneth Irons?

Yeah, don't everybody?

You know, actually, I'm not sure but I think
he may be a client of a client of mine...

who buys a lot of stuff from
me, mostly religious relics.

Where were you
yesterday afternoon?

Uh, uh...

New Jersey. I went to buy a guitar
string Bruce Springsteen busted...

while he was playing a
gig at the Stone Pony...

an Ernie Ball Slinky,
uh, bronze, medium-light.

Hold on, I got a bus
receipt right over here.

Yeah. Um...

It was Route 111.
Left at 1 p.m...

and I got back around midnight.

What was the last item that Mr. Irons'
supposed middleman bought from you?

Some piano keys from
an old Bosendorfer...

that supposedly belonged to this
World War Il spy, Elizabeth Bronte.

You ever heard of her?

The name rings a bell.

Did you ever procure him
a spear, an ancient spear?

You're talking about the
Longinus Lance, aren't you?

SARA: Yeah.

What do you know about
it? What can you tell me?

GABRIEL: Well, it goes by many
names. Come here, I'll show you.

The Spear of Destiny, the
lance that killed Jesus Christ.

Uh, wrong. It's, uh...

the lance that helped preserve
his status as the Messiah.

I thought that a Roman soldier,
a centurion, or whatever it is...

stabbed him to prove
that he had already died.

Okay, uh...

Hebrew legend was that the true
Messiah cannot have his bones broken.

Now, the two thieves on
Christ's right and left side...

had their legs broken so they
slumped over and suffocated.

It was considered merciful.

Now, Longinus, a Roman
soldier fearing that others...

would break Christ's legs in a
similar fashion, lanced him in the side...

possibly effecting, but
certainly proving Christ's death.

Thereby avoiding the
mutilation of his body...

and thereby preserving
his status as the Messiah.

- It's an interesting tale. GABRIEL:
Longinus was almost blind.

And as legend tells it...

some of Christ's blood splashed
into his eyes and restored his sight.

- Beats LASIK surgery.
- Ha, ha.

So, what are you getting at?

Well, throughout the ages, men
who carried the lance were blessed...

with great power and
victory on the battlefield.

They became kings.

The Emperors Constantine and Justinian
valued its possession above all others.

Charlemagne claimed that it was responsible
for all of his victories on the battlefield.

He also claimed that his only great defeat
came when he dropped the spear in battle.

- And after Charlemagne?
- Uh, it was handed down through the ages.

From king to king,
vanquished to conqueror.

Uh, now, if it was dropped,
defeat was ensured.

Eventually it came
into the possession...

of one of history's greatest
little miscreants, Adolf Hitler.

So the lance can be
carried by both king or villain.

Sounds a bit amoral.

GABRIEL: Well, it
knows only power.

And it only works for those
who are preordained to carry it.

So where is it now?

About a month or so ago...

the same client, the guy who I think
buys all the stuff for Irons called...

asked me if I could
get him the spear.

I can get anything
anyone asks me to get...

but I told him there is no
way I could help him on that.

Then about two weeks
ago it was stolen...

from the Hofburg
Museum in Vienna.

I have a very strong
suspicion that Irons' buyer...

decided not to take
my "no" as an answer.

I think Irons has the spear.

And I also think that he
intends to come looking for you.

- Me?
- Yeah.

[SIGHS]

You're the wielder
of the Witchblade.

How the hell do you
know about this thing?

It's my job to know
about objects of power.

That came from the Joan of Arc
display at the museum, didn't it?

It supposedly changes forms.

Am I right?

Got me.

May I?

Sure.

That amulet is an icon
of tremendous power...

that can supposedly
only be worn by a woman.

A chosen woman.

Now, what that
necessarily means...

is that there are people
who are probably trying...

to take it away from
you or to control you.

You believe in all of that?

Well, it's all just lore, right?

Until it's not.

The fact of the matter is,
there's too many convergences...

too many coincidences
to believe that it's just lore.

You tell me.

I think Irons is on a mission
to confront the Witchblade.

I think he's on a
mission to take your life.

WOMAN [WHISPERING]: Don't. Ahh.

Who's there?

We are. You are.

SARA: What?

[VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

Detective Pezzini. Hey, hey.

[PANTING]

- I gotta go.
- Look, look.

- Just be careful out there, okay?
- I know.

She heard voices too.

She had visions.

She claimed they were
the source of her power.

History credits them
with her demise.

She looks kind of sad.

A cruel destiny to be sure.

To save a nation, to
be a hero and a saint...

to die at the hands of treacherous
clergymen at the age of 19.

But a destiny that mattered.

A responsibility.

A duty.

A cause.

I doubt anyone
ever understood her.

How could they?

Ultimately, she was abandoned.

I think I know how she feels.

Can you help me?

No one else would understand.

I'm here to kill you.

But I can't.

Have you ever
heard the old adage:

"Take the cause out of the man,
there is no cause for a man"?

Look, my cause is to
bring criminals to justice.

I don't need this thing.

If that was the truth, you wouldn't
be standing here right now.

Sara...

your cause is to wield the
Witchblade and use its powers for good.

Your duty is to carry on the line of
feminine power that balances this world.

Your destiny is to
confront the lance.

But you cannot win.

How do you know that?

Even with the Witchblade,
the lance is too powerful.

Irons is out of control.

Lance or not, Witchblade
or not, Irons is going down.

No, Sara. Irons has already won.

Not while I'm still breathing.

He killed those two men
that we found downtown.

And he was behind my
partner's abduction, wasn't he?

Wasn't he?

I will leave you to
your own decision.

[GASPS]

IRONS: Sara Pezzini.

You're not well.

You've lost your mind.

I don't think so.

IRONS: You shake
with fear. And why not?

Who dares challenge the might of
an instrument which took a God's life?

Prepare to die.

I don't fear you or the lance.

As you wish.

[GRUNTS]

[IRONS GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

[SARA GRUNTING]

[GASPS]

[GROWLS]

[GRUNTS]

[IRONS YELLING]

[GRUNTING]

The sword and the stone.

[YELLING]

[GASPING]

- You've lost.
- Finish it.

- Father.
- Come to watch me die, son?

I told you to kill her.

You failed.

And now she will kill
me before your very eyes.

Avenge me, son.

- I want none of this.
IRONS: You've no choice.

How perfectly ironic.

I've sought such power all
my life, and now it is denied me.

And you, who have the greatest
gift, the power of immortality...

coursing through your
veins, you want nothing of it.

Kill me this time, Sara.

I cannot stand another
lifetime of fruitless pursuit.

You win this time.

I do not murder.

This isn't murder.

It is sacrifice.

Aah!

[GURGLING]

[PANTING]

Father.

Father?

Father, it's Ian.

Father?

Father?

What have you done?

Damn you and damn him.

You both led me here.

We're enemies now.

We were never friends.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Dubonnet and soda.

[LAUGHING]

Just kidding. Jack
and water back.

So, uh, you got
something you wanna say?

Yeah.

I wanna apologize for
being so, um, distant.

I've been going
through a lot lately.

I mean, that's what hurts.

I feel like you don't trust me
enough to tell me what's going on.

No, no, Danny, I do trust you.

And I want you
to still trust me.

There are just...

There are some things I
can't tell you about right now.

I really need you to
be okay with that, to...

Take a leap of faith?

Exactly.

BARTENDER: There you go.

To my resurrection.

[CHUCKLES]

[GLASSES CLINK]

It's not enough I saved your life,
but you wanna know how I did it?

I did the math. You
saved my life 11 times.

Any way you slice it,
I'm ahead of the game.

Danny, I can tell you this.

The people responsible
for what happened?

Let's just say I took
care of the problem.

Whatever's going on
with you, I'm sure it's deep.

Blind faith with eyes wide open.

Good enough.

For now, partner.

[GLASSES CLINK]

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