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Father?

IRONS: He walks among us.

NOTTINGHAM: Who?

Nature's contradiction.

An angel's nightmare.

And where can I find him?

You will see him only
where you are not looking.

He's evil?

He is capable of both
great evil and great shame.

And he has wallowed
in both for eons.

His despair makes him dangerous.

And what is it that he wants?

His motives are unclear...

but perhaps we can
use him to our advantage.

- He's powerful?
- He is.

- He can derail death?
- He can.

Can he bring you back?

I am already back, my son.

[CROWD SHOUTING]

Bury this in the catacombs.

DANNY: A little early in the morning
for the first homicide of the day.

Early bird catches the psycho.

My egg sandwich is gonna be all soggy
by the time we get back to the office.

- Why didn't you eat it at home?
- It's Tuesday.

So you don't eat breakfast
at home on Tuesdays?

- I didn't have time.
- Danny, cereal, bowl, milk, spoon, eat.

It's not that difficult.

- I was having sex.
- Oh, do not brag.

We're trying to have another
baby, and the ovulation tester stick...

was fire-engine
red this morning.

- How romantic.
- Don't give me that.

Anyone besides your doctor seen
you in your panties in the last year?

Hey, I got a neighbor...

with a pair of high-powered, night
vision-equipped Bushnells, thank you.

Oh, now I'm interested.

- Danny, sex purely for procreation is...
- Like Christmas.

Yeah?

Well, I'm always worried
about, you know, lapping her...

and hitting the finish line too soon
and then her not being satisfied.

But, when you are in a
target-friendly environment...

holding the connubial hall pass
with an egg in the crosshairs...

you just lock and load.

Saturation bombing of the ovum.

I do what I can.

Murder.

It's what's for breakfast.

Caleb Horton, white male, 65.

Died of a combination of
asphyxiation due to hanging...

and blunt force trauma
to the rear occipital.

- That all?
- And I'd add a broken heart.

DANNY: What do you mean?

Burst capillaries in the whites of
the eye imply infarction, as well.

- Or a hell of an orgasm.
- Full left side of the homicide menu.

Mm-hm. Oh, every bone in both
hands was also broken pre-mortem.

So someone was
pretty angry with this guy.

I think he was clergy.

Why?

Pulled this out of his throat.

SARA: What is that?
VICKY: It's his crucifix.

- A ritual killing?
- Yeah, or a ritual over-killing.

Whatever happened to the simple
expediency of a .22 behind the ears?

A shiv to the aorta?

A frigging bat
across the temple?

Why does every murder lately have to
be this new, break-the-mold example...

of designer homicidal weirdness?

Anything else?

Yeah, there's some
skin under his fingernails.

So I should be able to get
you a blood type and sex.

Great.

IRONS: Sara.

VICKY: You all right?

Um, yeah, I'm... I'm
fine. I'll be right back.

IRONS: Sara, open the drawer.

You're getting cold.

You're getting colder.

You are ice.

[GASPS]

This can't be.

Do you miss me?

Where are you?

On holiday.

This is happening.

Are you riding
shotgun on this murder?

Shotguns are for kids.

- Did Ian kill Father Horton?
- No.

Did you?

If I confess, how does one
detain a vapor for questioning?

No.

I did not kill that dear, sweet
cleric from Eau Claire, Wisconsin.

Nice of you to haunt me, Kenny.

I'm jealous.

Jealous that you are alive.

Jealous that you feel
the change of season.

Jealous that you won the day.

What keeps you alive?

Your love.

Goodbye.

Your killer watched your birth.

He saw you scrape your
knees on playgrounds.

He lusts for death with the
same vigor that I lust for life.

Who is he?

He is Death and he has come.

"There is more faith in honest
doubt than all the creeds."

Tennyson said that.

Had Father Horton
lost his faith?

Father Horton came
here from Rome.

He was a darling of
the College of Cardinals.

He'd made a pilgrimage to Judea.

Um, you mean Israel.

You say "potato,"
I say "potato."

He'd slept in the
sands of our Lord.

He wept in the Gethsemane.

He walked the Via Dolorosa.

Father, who killed him?

Horton took a
confession yesterday...

from a man who terrified him.

Did the Father have anything
to say about this man?

He called him Death.

SARA: Oh, they did
love their executions.

Yeah, it's kind of the medieval
version of, uh, reality TV.

Yeah. It would've
been called No Survivor.

[LAUGHS]

What else can you tell me
about church-related hangings?

Yeah. Let's see.

The, uh, the Peasants' Revolt
of 1381 was particularly bloody...

and provocatively
weird in its logic.

Uh, it was led by a
man named Wat Tyler.

And under the guise of rebelling over
the poll tax, he led a mob into London.

They, uh, they murdered merchants,
burned houses, liberated prisons.

Uh, regular
mob-in-the-street type stuff.

But the strange coda was the murder
of the Archbishop of Canterbury...

and the hanging of several
clergy over the River Thames.

How is this helping me?

Well, your killer may have
a romantic notion of history.

Maybe he's recreating it.

Or maybe he's just
a psychotic killer.

Do you ever get just a
straight-down-the-line murder case?

- Not lately.
- Hmm.

[PHONE RINGS]

Oh. Uh...

- I... I, uh, I gotta take this.
- Okay.

GABRIEL: Hey.

Good. Good.

[CROWD SHOUTING]

All right. I love you too, baby.

Okay. Yup.

I will see you tonight. Okay.

All right. Bye.

You're in love?

Uh, yeah, uh, I am.

Well, who is she?

Uh...

A relative. I just wanted
to keep it in the family.

She's just a girl I met.

It's not just some girl if
you're lobbing "I love yous".

Ah, I don't know.

Why didn't you ever
ask me out, Gabriel?

Oh, um...

I don't know. I guess the
fantasy was enough for me.

Thanks. Ha, ha.

You're not of
this world, Sara...

and I am.

I'll... I'll take that
as a compliment.

You should.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Hey, guys. How you doing, Lee?

- Great, Sara. SARA: Good.

- It's good to see you.
- It's good to see you.

- What's up, pard?
DANNY: Partner, partner.

- Seen Gabriel?
- Uh, yeah.

- Any help?
- I don't know. Maybe.

Hey, Lee, you wanna talk about the
weird murder of the week or something else?

- The latter.
- Yeah, me too.

We got good news today.

Spiritual or financial?

We're pregnant.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, my gosh. Ha-ha-ha.

I think that's great, Lee.
Congratulations to both of you.

- We are very lucky.
- Yeah.

Yeah, you are.

WAITRESS: Ready to order?

Uh, yeah. I'll take a
boyfriend, medium-rare, please.

- We're out.
- Oh, no kidding.

Uh, then I will
have a tuna melt.

Good choice. Easier on
your system than a guy.

- Hallelujah, sister.
DANNY: Easy.

[LEE LAUGHS]

What kind of boyfriend
would you order, Sara?

Uh.

I want a biker
who reads poetry...

who drinks beer and who lowers the
toilet seat, understands the perfection...

of 90 feet between the bases
and appreciates the running game.

He hates talk shows, reality TV,
loves and misses Johnny Carson.

He likes to vacuum
and change the sheets.

A guy who sleeps
in, jogs, and smokes.

He likes a good bar fight.

And he likes to kiss as
much as he likes to make love.

- Is that all?
- Ha, I don't ask for much, huh?

- Sorry. SARA:
Congratulations, lovebirds.

Would you excuse
me for a second?

Of course.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- McCartey.
- Hey, Jake, any news?

No, not yet.

- What are you doing?
- Eating a pastrami on rye.

- Trying to line up my Saturday night.
- What do you mean "line up"?

You know, find a little
nocturnal diversion.

Gosh, Jake, you're
such a romantic.

Yeah, I'd prefer to call
it intelligent hedonism.

Never said I was looking for a
profound, long-term commitment.

No, no, you definitely
did not. Well, good luck.

Yeah, right on. Later, Pez.

Yeah, later.

Hello. You need
any help in there?

MAN: Uh, what kind of help?

Uh, the hurry-your-ass-out-of-there
kind of help.

MAN: No, I got it. Thanks.

Good Lord, I don't mean
to be rude, but you're...

Sorry.

I was just washing
up before I feed.

It's... It's all right. I
was just getting worried.

It's awfully nice to be
worried about. Thanks.

Here, go ahead.

Uh, of course. Right. Um, yeah.

You know, I could, uh, stand out
here and worry about you, if you like.

[LAUGHS]

No, that's, um...

What's your name?

Daniel Germaine.

Uh...

Sara. Sara Pezzini.

Go ahead.

I'll keep you safe, Sara.

Oh. Ha, ha. Okay.

Uh, thanks.

SARA: Oh, Danny. I'm gonna
purge. DANNY: Nice talk.

SARA: Ha. I eat emotionally.

Instead of actually pulling the
trigger on a personal relationship...

I overeat, over-exercise,
and overdo it.

It's a rag-ass way of living.

I'm gonna drive Lee home.

All right, I'll see you
back at the office. Bye.

Congrats to you both, bye.

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE NEARBY]

2000 Buell.

Inverted front forks,
air-cooled four stroke V-twin...

101 horses at 6000
rpms, P and M wheels...

Dunlop Competition
Sport Max tires fore and aft.

Ma'am, you'd smoke
me stoplight to stoplight.

Yeah, would you chase me?

Would you want me to?

Yeah, I think I would. Yeah.

Me too.

Who are you?

I'm just a ladies' room
doorman who got lucky.

- Who are you?
- A cop with no hobbies.

Would you like one?

- You on the clock right now?
- Yeah, sorry.

Don't be. We got time.

I should've asked.

I'm glad you didn't.

Here.

- What's this?
- My cell phone.

[ENGINE STARTS]

I'll call you tonight.
We'll go for that ride.

[SINGING "NOBODY KNOWS
THE TROUBLES I'VE SEEN"]

[DANNY CLEARS THROAT]

All right. Take a look.

[SARA CLEARS THROAT]

- Um, Vic?
- Yes?

What am I looking at?

The undead.

SARA: What?

That slide is of the skin I scraped from
under the fingernails of the dead priest.

Now, I tried to type and
cross-match the blood and DNA...

and what I got would
make Anne Rice proud.

This sample, while
from a living being...

is also from someone
with a DNA blueprint...

belonging to a civilization
that no longer exists.

The blood is of a Greek
origin, Eastern Mediterranean.

The gene pairings are all there.

It's just no one's carried
those traits for 2000 years.

GABRIEL: This used to
belong to Edgar Allan Poe.

You ever wish you
could reverse time?

Reverse your mistakes?

Sometimes, yeah.

Me too, until recently.

You know, I find any instrument
that purports to measure time...

nothing short of dismal.

That was worth
thousands of dollars.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
I'll compensate you in full.

And it was irreplaceable.

As so many things are.

Integrity.

Innocence.

True love.

I need a gift for a woman,
a very special woman.

How much for the drums?

They, uh... They used
to belong to Keith Moon.

I remember Moonie.

Full of life and death.

The perfect example of
someone whose lust for life...

warped into rigorous
pursuit of self-annihilation.

I'll take the drums.

Fifty thousand dollars.

The spookiest thing is
that the sample is animate.

- What? VICKY: Okay.

Every skin scraping
I have ever pulled...

from under victims' fingernails
and from weapons was dead.

This sample, it's alive.

Cells are still splitting
and reproducing?

The mitochondria are still
converting CO2 into O2.

And there is still the vaguest
impression of circulation.

To coin a phrase, it's alive.

So basically, we're
looking for Dracula.

No. Dracula's flesh
would have desiccated.

There's no such
thing as Dracula.

VICKY: Yeah, sure there was.

What is the matter with you?

- He's a fictitious character in a book.
- Based on Vlad the Impaler.

- Not real. SARA: Yeah?

How come they're opening an
amusement park in Transylvania about him?

Same reason they have a park in
Anaheim dedicated to a cartoon mouse.

Uh, there's no
use talking to you.

Okay, guys, the real issue is that
you've got nothing that could stop him.

What do you mean?

This bad guy, if you find him,
you're not gonna be able to kill him.

At best, you'd just put
him down for a while.

GABRIEL: So, uh, so where would
you like the drums sent, Mr. Germaine?

Well, it's a surprise.

Could you have them
delivered to Sara Pezzini...

tomorrow afternoon, 50
Chambers Street, apartment...?

- Yeah, 11.
- Eleven.

Yeah.

- She's a friend of yours?
- Yeah, she is.

- What's your name?
- Gabriel.

Like the angel.

The messenger. Seems you
have an affinity for ancient things.

It's a living.

That coin used to
belong to Cartaphilus.

You know who that was?

Yeah, doesn't everybody?

Thankfully not.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Hello?
- Hey, Sara, it's Gabriel. What's up?

Hey, just about
to call it a night.

You alone?

Yes. Why?

Uh, just wondering.
It's Friday night.

I thought you might have
company or something.

Gabriel, what's up?

Um...

I was just, uh...

I don't know, I, uh...
Ha. I couldn't sleep.

I know the feeling.

Where's your girlfriend?

Uh, she's out with friends.

Say, listen, um, how about you?
Are you seeing anyone these days?

Uh, actually, I did meet a guy.

And, for once, I'm kind
of optimistic about it.

Hmm.

That's good.

Well, I certainly hope it works
out for you, if you want it to.

Thanks, kid. Good night.

IRONS: He lusts for death with
the same vigor that I lust for life.

[CROWD SHOUTING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

Hello... Oh.

- Hello?
- Sara.

Daniel.

I like how you call
me by my whole name.

- Where are you?
- I'm across from the Met.

I was thinking I'd hold your
hand while looking at paintings...

followed by a beer...

and maybe a stop at,
uh, the Magnolia Bakery?

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

It's just that I've never
believed in love at first sight.

Well, it happens. I mean,
it's been documented.

And I figure
you're pretty lucky.

- So when are you gonna see him again?
- Tonight.

Mm-hm. Well, my advice
is, you know, just go with it.

- What's the worst that can happen, right?
- That's true.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Hello.
- Yeah, a delivery for a Sara Penzini. Pezzini?

- What do you got?
- A set of drums.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

IRONS: Do you know who he is,
this rival who touches what you love?

He is my enemy.

It seems that, despite
himself, he is falling in love.

She may change him.

She may redeem him.

And theirs...

could prove to
be an eternal love.

You must prevent it.

Their attraction is intense...

authentic, contrary
to our purposes.

What do I do, father?

Something spectacular.

Something violent.

Something that will
shame and reveal him.

Something final.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Oh.

How did you know?

- I just thought they might appeal to you.
- They do.

There's something ancient,
something primal about drums.

- Where were you born?
- Athens.

Really? Still have family there?

No, they've all gone.

Your parents?

My mother died
the day I was born.

My father was in the army.

He was a great
captain of the guard.

We traveled around a lot.
Ended up settling in Jerusalem.

You grew up in Israel?

It wasn't called Israel
when I lived there.

The politics of the region
were very confusing. Still are.

Were you in the army too?

No, I was a prison guard.

Oh.

Yes, not the summit of
intellectual exercise, I know...

but I saw a lot.

- Do you have any wine?
- Uh...

No, no, I'm... I'm sorry.

- We must have wine to celebrate.
- And what are we celebrating?

The promise of darkness.

The darkness that will
be our first night together.

Um...

Daniel?

Yeah?

What if I've fallen
in love with you?

What if I've fallen in
love with you as well?

It certainly wasn't
something I was planning on.

No.

Uh...

does it make sense?

Love's as irrational as murder.

It's just, I...

This has never happened
to me before. Not like this.

I've tried not to make sense
of what grows in the heart.

Magic doesn't
require a definition.

I should go and find
us a nice Brunello.

Okay.

I'll never get used
to you leaving.

You won't have to.

Ever.

Hmm.

No!

WOMAN [ON PA]: Dr. Fowler, 275.

Dr. Fowler, 275.

- That son of a bitch sliced Daniel.
- Who?

I'm gonna kill him, Danny. I'm
gonna kill him as hard as I can.

- Calm down, Sara.
- Don't tell me to calm down.

Who attacked him?

Ian Nottingham.

- What, the freak who's been stalking you?
- Yes.

I can't lose him.

Damn it, I just
found him. It isn't fair.

What did the doctor say?

The doctor said that, uh, he was
slashed through the neck and then...

Was he DOA?

Miss Pezzini? Miss Pezzini?

Where is he? What happened?

I thought you might know.

I...

[DANNY SIGHS]

Nottingham.

You think he slipped in
here, and took the body?

I'll ask him when I find him.

SARA: Oh, God.

Oh, my God. What is happening?

[IN IRONS' VOICE] I won't
lose to you just because I'm dead.

Where is Nottingham?

The one you seek is at the
same pier the Carpathia moored at.

Why did he kill Daniel?

Your choice of lovers
was hasty, darling.

And now you share
the same grief as Juliet.

It is not exactly what I
expected, but I am enjoying this.

You son of a bitch.

[BOTH GRUNT]

[DANNY GRUNTS]

[NORMAL VOICE]
Did you just belt me?

Uh...

Yeah. I'm... I'll explain later.

GABRIEL [OVER PHONE]: Hello?
- Hey, Gabriel, it's Sara.

What pier did the
Carpathia dock at?

Pier 62. Sara, listen to me.

When your friend Daniel came
and bought those drums from me...

he gave me a coin, he
said belonged to Cartaphilus.

- I gotta go.
- Uh...

Nottingham!

Nottingham!

Daniel?

My love. I knew you'd find me.

I... I watched you die. You
flatlined before my eyes.

I've been killed a hundred
times, but I've never died.

No.

I am Cartaphilus,
Pontius Pilate's guard.

I was posted guard along the
path Jesus would walk to Golgotha.

- Get up.
- Unh!

Hurry on your way.

Jesus looked at me and said:

"I will move on, but you
will stay here until I return."

Condemned to immortality
for what I said to the Lord.

I've been known by many
names, seen in many guises.

There have been myths, fables, and fairy
tales of my existence and they're all true.

I'm sorry, my love...

for having sought
you out to end it for me.

What have you done?

Many things.

It has been an endless
cycle of sin and repentance.

I am a beast. I have done things
for which there is no atonement.

- You killed that Father?
- Yes.

- I confessed to him.
- No!

And he ran out screaming.

Threatening to tell the
world of my existence.

Mine is a legend I'd
rather have forgotten.

Mine is an anger
I cannot control.

[HORTON YELLS]

What do you want me to do?

If you love me, Sara,
you must kill me.

But, if you're immortal...

Joan burned in
Rouen as I watched.

I found her too late to
have her do it for me.

[CROWD SHOUTING]

The amulet upon your
wrist can end my suffering.

It has been worn by martyrs.

It is of divine alchemy.

If it doesn't
work, nothing will.

It is the only
thing I know of...

that is powerful enough
to terminate this living hell...

a hell that you
lifted me from briefly.

I can... I can't kill you.

Death at your hands is my
only chance at redemption.

Sara, once I found you, I could have
easily manipulated you into killing me.

I could have kidnapped
your friend Gabriel.

[TIMER TICKING]

[YELLS]

Blackmailed you.

Without blinking an eye I could have
snuffed the lives of your partners...

that you're so fond of.

Forced you to kill me.

All of which was my original
plan, but I did none of these things.

Instead, I fell
in love with you.

From afar at first.

And when I met you...

that love grew stronger, and I
had begun to believe that, perhaps...

you and I could share
an eternity together.

Kill me, Sara.

I can't bear the shame of
you knowing what I really am...

what I've done, and
what I'm capable of.

If you don't kill me...

others will die.

The Witchblade knows
what is the right course.

And so do you.

[GASPING]

[BLADE SHEATHES]

[SOBBING]

I'm s... I'm sorry.

Finally.

I'm dying.

Thank you.

I've killed...

and I've maimed,
but I never loved...

until you.

[SOBBING]

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