All language subtitles for Witchblade.S01E01.The.Movie.DVDRip-PHASE.eng-HI

SARA:
New York City, November 11, 2000.

[ALARM CLOCK RINGING]

[U2'S "MYSTERIOUS WAYS"
PLAYING ON STEREO]

Hey, Pezzini.

You know what today is?
It's November 11th: 11-11.

- Your horoscope says today's a special day.
- Every day above ground is a special day.

You got a point there. As far as I know.

- I'm sorry.
- I know how pissed off you are.

- No, you don't.
- We'll stay on Gallo.

If he really did kill your friend Maria,
sooner or later something will give.

- Yeah, his heart as a hollow point hits it.
- We don't know that it was him.

You know what? You're right.
We don't. I do.

We just gotta prove it somehow.

[SIGHS]

- How's the wife?
- That was a heck of a segue way.

Yeah, I'm good at those.

I'm getting better. Must be a Gemini thing.
You know, mercurial and all.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[GIRL LAUGHING]

SARA: Maria's birthday
was the same day as mine.

We used to do everything together,
including things we weren't supposed to.

I still don't understand
how a 15-year-old could like menthols.

Huh?

- Nothing. You wearing your vest?
- Yeah, of course.

WOMAN: The Midtown Museum
will be closing in 15 minutes.

Please begin to make your way to the exits.
And thank you for coming.

So little Mike thinks
my job is driving a tractor.

He wants to come to work with me.

Man, Pez, I don't think I've seen you blink
once in the past four hours.

You should do that once in a while,
you know. It lubricates your eyes.

- Where's the driver?
SARA: Here we go.

Hey, Gallo.

[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

- Hey, killer.
- Hey, how you doing?

- None of your business. You got a warrant?
- A warrant? For what?

Some people might say that this
borders on harassment, detectives.

We got three witnesses
that put you next to Maria...

...only three hours
before she was murdered.

Well, who wasn't?

Hey. Don't I know you from somewhere?

[GUN COCKS]

I'm not going anywhere.

MAN: Hey!
SARA: Call 911.

[DOOR OPENS]

Magnificent, isn't it?

Sorry, sir.

You, uh... You really shouldn't be here.
You should leave.

SARA:
Drop it.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO]

[FIREFIGHTERS CHATTERING]

Any idea what happened?

Joe, I chased the guy in the building.
We exchanged a few rounds and, uh...

He really opened fire on me
with some big bore pistols.

The next thing I know, uh...

There was this giant explosion.

JOE:
Hmm.

Talked to the caretaker.
Said the gas pipes are ancient.

- Thinks maybe a bullet hit one.
- Thought it was a grenade.

No, the blast was too big for that.

Nobody can figure out
how you weren't, um...

- Pulped, Jake?
- Yeah.

You realize who that was?

All I know is that he drew on Danny.

- That was Lorenzo Vespucci.
- Best hitman in the biz.

Gallo's protégé.

Then I guess that explains
all the firepower.

We pulled a few of Vespucci's teeth out
of some marble. That's all we could find.

Security cameras that weren't blown up
showed there was another person in there.

The only thing on tape were his shadows.
It was as if he knew cameras were there.

Did you see anyone else?

No, l... I don't know.
I don't remember anyone.

Hey, Pezzini.

- You get your man?
- Not yet, Gallo.

Well, you got one of mine.

Your father would have been proud.

- Don't do it, Pez.
- Ha-ha-ha.

[PHONE RINGING]

MAN 1 [ON PHONE]:
She's got it.

You won't be disappointed.

She's everything you said she'd be.

MAN 2:
Good.

[DOOR UNLOCKS]

JAKE:
Um...

You sure you don't need, uh, me
to stick around for a while?

Oh, no, no, thanks. I can...
I can handle it from here.

Thanks for hanging at the hospital all night.
I knew I didn't have a concussion.

No problem.

Well, sleep well, Jake.

All right. See you.

You know, I could make you some
"calzonays" or something.

It's "calzone." Go home, Jake.

- Some pasta puttanesca?
- Good night.

Rock On. Com.

ANSWERING MACHINE:
You have one new message.

DANNY [ON RECORDING]:
Hey, Pez. Danny here. You cool?

You know, uh, I'm really...

Give me a ring if you need anything.

What the hell?

SARA:
Tough day.

I don't know why
I keep pushing the envelope.

Something's gotta change.

I've gotta change.

MAN:
Magnificent, isn't it? Magnificent.

JOE: Any idea what happened?
SARA: There was this giant explosion.

JAKE: Nobody can figure out
how you weren't...

SARA:
Pulped, Jake?

Every day above ground is a special day.

Every day above ground is a special day.

I don't remember.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD SHOUTING]

SARA:
I don't remember.

[DANNY SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[WOMAN YELLS]

WOMAN:
No!

Bury this in the catacombs.

[WOMAN WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY]

[GASPS]

Look, normally I would handle
this problem internally.

But in this situation I can't do that.
I'm under a little too much scrutiny.

So I'm gonna need
your very best cleaner.

What you're requesting is very expensive.

No, no, no. Look,
I don't wanna negotiate, okay?

I just want the situation handled,
and I want it handled soon.

I know. You're probably
gonna have to import the talent.

Who is the situation?

Detective Sara Pezzini.

[OFFICERS CHATTERING]

OFFICER 1:
What's up, Pez?

OFFICER 2:
Yeah.

Hey, Pez. Run into Vespucci, huh?
The butcher man.

- Gallo can't be too happy about that.
- How you doing, Smitty?

- Jealous.
- Don't be.

- Hey, you took out Vespucci. That's...
- Blind luck?

Not from what I heard.

If you want to do that whole
Pezzini-modesty thing, I'm cool with it.

Looking good, detective.

SARA: Thanks.
- Come on in.

So, what's the deal, Sara?

- What do you mean, sir?
- Oh, don't give me that officious crap.

You know what I mean.
Your old man hated Gallo too.

With all due frigging respect, Joe,
Gallo just killed one of my best friends.

- You can't prove that.
- Yes, I can.

Well, good. Do it. A few people
are very angry about Vespucci.

So watch out.

Yes, sir.

He would be proud of you.

Pez.

SARA: What?
- What do you mean, "What"?

- What are you looking at?
- My curmudgeon of a partner.

Oh, and here I thought
I was coming across as ebullient.

I don't think I'm caffeinated enough
for the word thing this morning.

- Sire, but you started it.
- Hey, listen, you wench.

- I just want to say thanks for saving my life.
- Oh, yeah, that.

No big deal. I think we're even now.

- No, we're not. I still owe you one.
- Okay, I'll think of something.

- Like help taking down Gallo?
- Yep.

- Hey, not a problem.
- Good.

Legendary hitman. Never been caught.

One of the smartest,
hardest, bad guys in the city.

I guess we should get him
off the street then.

- Pez, can I ask you a serious question?
- I'm bracing myself.

Seriously.

Hit me.

Maria was a party girl.

A high-end hooker,
alcoholic, sex addict, pill-head...

...coked-up, adrenaline-junkie hedonist.
- Your point being?

She was constantly putting herself
in dangerous situations.

She liked dangerous situations.

Right. So she deserved to get
double tapped by a scumbag...

...who thrives off the human waste
he creates.

I didn't exactly say that.

I know.

I'm just pissed at myself.
I'm really pissed.

I hadn't even seen Maria
for almost a year.

Then six days ago, she calls me.
Bang.

A day later, before I get a chance to call
her back, she gets her brains splattered...

What? Did you think
you could have saved her?

I don't know, Danny. I, uh...

I just don't know.

- What would you have done differently?
- Called her back.

I guess I was just afraid that she was
gonna hit me up for more money.

Don't beat yourself up.

Ha. I almost forgot.

The other night, this weird bracelet
somehow found its way on my wrist.

DANNY: A high-end hooker, alcoholic,
sex addict, pill-head.

Maria was a party girl.
Adrenaline-junkie hedonist.

Maria was a party girl.

SARA:
One of my best friends.

DANNY: What? Do you think
you could have saved her?

SARA: I just don't know, Danny. L...
I just don't know.

You okay?

Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Don't worry, pal.
You did that a long time ago.

Let's go back to the crime scene.

You serious?

[CLEARS THROAT]

What do you need, buddy?

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

[OPERA MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

That was pretty damn good.

- Who you work for?
- My client owns the old Rialto.

- Really?
- He's aware of your repeated inquiries...

...regarding the Rialto
and is now willing to sell.

Be there tomorrow at 11:00 sharp...

...and you can take a look around.

I wish that guy worked for me.

I really don't see why this is necessary.
I was assured that you were done.

For over a week now,
we've accommodated you.

Fingerprint dust everywhere.
Unsightly yellow tape. Noises at all hours.

Sir, shut up.

DANNY:
Miss Buzanis rented this room?

MAN:
I really don't see why we have to get in...

Yes.

Yes, uh, Miss Buzanis took this room
on the evening in question.

But I have already told the police all this.
More than once, I might add.

Miss Buzanis was a frequent guest
at our hotel.

DANNY: Nobody saw who she was with?
- Detective, we run a discreet operation.

DANNY: Nobody saw who she was with?
MAN: We run a discreet operation.

But I have already told the police all this.

DANNY:
Nobody saw who she was with?

What's up?

- Nothing.
- Did you learn something in there?

I'm not quite sure. L...

I wish I'd been here
for the initial crime scene.

Let's get out of here.

MAN: Oh. Mm. Man, that's a good shot.
- Thanks.

Okay, who's got next game? Uh, Jake.

Jake.

Hey, Pez.

I mean, Sara.

Jake, I come here to try to forget
about the job. What do you want, man?

To shoot pool.

Your break.

[JAKE CLEARS THROAT]

[JAKE SIGHS]

JAKE: Heard that, uh, Tommy Gallo
is thinking about opening up a club...

...down at the old Rialto Theater.

I also heard he's gonna be there tomorrow
to check it out in person.

- Yeah, says who?
- Guy named Drexler.

Drexler? I busted him once.

He's a hard case, a punk.
Why would he tell you anything?

- Ha. I have my ways.
- Really?

Sorry.

Since Gallo's done time,
he can't get a liquor license...

...which means
he's gonna have to use a front.

I imagine that would be
one of the smaller legal infractions...

...Tommy's gonna commit
when he opens his place up.

Money-washing. Narcotics. Girls.

You wanna bring down Gallo...

...Rialto Theater could be the place to start.

Gallo's going down for murder,
nothing less.

- Right on. What time you wanna go?
- Go where?

Come on, Sara.

I give you some scratch like this,
the least you can do is share with me.

Some scratch?

Yeah, you know, uh,
information, intel, data.

Tomorrow, when you stake out the Rialto,
let me go with you.

You know what? You're okay, Jake.
I'll give you that. But I got a partner.

Eight ball, corner pocket.

JAKE:
Aw, man.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

DANNY:
Tell me again. Why are we here?

To keep an eye on Gallo.
I wanna know this guy's every move.

Well, how you know
Gallo's gonna be here?

Because Jake McCartey
has a contact that says so.

- Jake McCartey.
- Jake's a good kid, Danny.

If I wasn't aware of your preference
for pierced, tattoo-covered drummers...

...or other sorts of nocturnal,
self-destructive bad boys...

...I might think you liked him.

- You think he's hot, don't you?
- Actually, I think Ricky Martin's hot.

- Mm. How about Tommy Lee?
- Him too.

I don't know.
I just don't quite trust the guy.

- Ricky Martin or Tommy Lee?
- Jake McCartey.

[CHUCKLES]

- You getting paranoid on me, Danny?
- No.

Do not tell me
it's that East Coast-West Coast thing.

No, dude.

Ah. Why would anybody
leave San Diego to come here?

- It's not like he's even got family here.
- Jake gave me some information. That's all.

Some good scratch?

I understand.

Forewarned, forearmed, Grasshopper.

MAN:
Yeah. Over there.

What?

Uh, uh...

Nothing.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Hey, Danny, remind me later.

I gotta check
if this is from the display ca...

DANNY:
Gallo and his posse.

Here we go.

Let's do it.

- Wearing your vest?
- Yeah, of course. You?

Yeah.

MAN 1:
Somebody hit the lights.

MAN 2:
I got it, I got it.

MAN 3:
Hey, lock up the doors, huh?

GALLO: This is perfect.
MAN: Yeah, yeah.

You know what we do is, gut the inside,
but you leave all the retro touches in place.

The woodworking, the molding, all this
hand-carved stuff you can't get anymore.

We don't touch one bit of that.

Louie Stomp in Staten Island.

He's a silent partner at a construction firm,
they do quality work. Give the job to them.

See, this place is perfect, Mr. Gallo.

Yeah.

[GUNSHOT]

GALLO:
This is going to be a legitimate enterprise.

Damn.

GALLO:
In three months' time...

...this is gonna be the hottest nightspot
in New York.

Now, if the police were to know
that I was involved...

...phew, that'd be a problem.

And when I have a problem...

...I take care of it.

Now, this...

...was a problem.

Information leak.

Problem solved.

MAN:
Sara.

You're not one of Gallo's.

You've been following me ever since
the museum. What do you want?

[DANNY GRUNTS]

- What was that?
- Karma.

Detective Woo, of the N.Y.P.D.

Hey, Pezzini.

Help me.

- Please help me.
- No.

Come on out, or he'll be sorry.

MAN:
Use the Witchblade.

GALLO:
I'm waiting.

[DANNY GRUNTS]

I don't know...

GALLO:
Come on out, Pezzini.

Now!

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

Dino.

Just search her. Okay, Dino?

[DANNY GASPING]

You have no idea
how much money you just saved me.

These particular bullets,
just in case you're interested...

...they cut through Kevlar like butter.

[DANNY GRUNTS]

SARA:
Danny.

[GRUNTING]

[JAKE GRUNTS]

- Aah!
- Danny. Danny?

[DANNY COUGHS]

Tell my wife I'm sorry.

Danny.

Danny.

Just do it, Gallo.
Why don't you kill me and get it over with?

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

SARA: Please help me.
MAN: Use the Witchblade.

Use the Witchblade.

SARA:
Please help me.

Huh?

[MEN SHOUTING]

MAN:
Here, here.

[MEN SHOUTING]

[MEN GRUNTING]

[SWORD SHEATHS]

Gallo.

Gallo!

Gallo!

Your report was full of holes.

Is there something else
you wanna tell me?

When we were at the theater, Joe...

...I think that, uh...

This really weird thing...

[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

I want you to have some time off.

Take a few days.

There's gonna be a lot more questioning.
You know how intense it gets when a...

When an officer goes down.

I know what it's like to lose a partner.

[ENGINE STARTS]

SARA: What do you do
when you lose your very best friend?

When you wish that you could see them
just one more time?

When you can't believe
they're not there anymore?

Danny, I swear to God,
I will avenge your death.

DANNY: That's what got you into trouble
in the first place, Sara.

What're you looking at?

Sara, relax. It's me, Danny.

I'm here to tell you there's a lot more
happening around you than you think.

Things are a lot more connected.

Open those doors of perception.
There's people knocking, you'll see.

Go away.

DANNY:
I'm already gone.

Let me ask you this.
How is it that you survived the Rialto?

L... I don't know. L... I don't really know
what happened. I just sort of blanked out.

How could you, one cop,
not only survive...

...but kill all those guys?

Pez, here's the deal.

You don't even know who you are.

All I can say is you're from a line
going back through time...

...and forward into the future.

Part of a wave, a force.

A warrior bloodline.

You're the inheritor
of something unique and powerful.

And I think that deep down, you know it.

SARA:
Ha. Yeah?

Here's what I do know.

You are a damn hallucination.

And you're not the first one.

I'm having a meltdown.

My father.

Maria.

And now you, gone.

I'm losing it, Danny.

Everybody I care about gets killed.

And I'm standing here, in the snow...

...by myself, talking to myself.

Because I wish I was talking to you.

Pez, this is really happening.

You are special, you were chosen.

Uh-huh.

You're the one who said,
"Every day above ground's a special day."

Take it from me. You were right.

Danny, why did things go down
the way they did that day? Why?

Like the man said, karma.

How do you know he said that?

I just do.

I also know
that you're wearing the Witchblade.

That's the reason why you can see me.
Keep it on.

What do you know about this thing?

Not much, really.

Talk to Joe Siri. He'll give you information
that'll help you figure out who you are.

Or at least, who you aren't.

I don't under... I don't understand.

DANNY:
Ask Joe Siri who you are.

MAN:
Hey, miss?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Since I don't have a partner yet...

...and since Pezzini doesn't have one
anymore, maybe we should team up.

Sara Pezzini does not make
an easy partner.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. She thinks
she's 10 feet tall and bulletproof.

This might not be a bad time
for her to have a little backup.

I don't know
you're the one to give it to her.

So far, Danny was the only one who was
really able to cover her back, you know.

Please.

Okay, I'll think about it.

Danny and Pezzini were very close...

...and, uh, I am worried about her.

SARA [ECHOING]:
Gone. I'm having a meltdown.

Everybody I care about gets killed.

I'm having a meltdown.

Gone.

Everybody I care about...

... gets killed. My father, Maria.

DANNY: Karma.
SARA: Gone.

DANNY:
Like the man says, karma.

ANSWERING MACHINE:
You have one saved message.

DANNY [ON RECORDING]:
Hey, Pez, Danny here.

You cool?

You know, uh...

... I really...

Give me a ring if you need anything.

[SOBS]

[GUNMAN GRUNTS]

GALLO: Whoa, what do you mean,
the job wasn't done?

The rifle was up his...?

And the top of his head was blown off?

There is nothing, short of a miracle...

...that's gonna save her.

MAN:
Pick me up at the corner.

Ready?

[CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO]

[OFFICERS CHATTERING]

This is a statement
filed by Tommy Gallo's attorneys...

...saying that you and Danny
attacked Tommy and his men...

...and then Tommy
killed Danny in self-defense.

That's bull.

Well, his lawyers, and he's got the best...

...say that Tommy is so scared
he's gone into hiding.

He doesn't trust police aren't gonna kill
him the minute they take him to custody.

You don't believe that. Do you?

Well, the fact that all of his men are dead...

...gives a certain credence
to Gallo's claim.

Don't you see, Sara?

No, of course I don't believe him.

However, you try to get him
into a court right now...

...you might have a lot of trouble
convincing a judge or a jury otherwise.

He wasn't breaking any laws
being in the Rialto...

...and you did not have probable cause.

So are you ready to tell me
what's going on?

No.

Sara.

Three of Gallo's men were killed
with what Forensics said was a sword.

With traces of an unidentified metal.

I repeat:

Are you ready to tell me
what is going on?

Your badge and your gun, detective.

Joe.

We saw Gallo kill one of his own men
right there.

There were so many bullets,
from so many guns...

...you will never be able to prove that.

Your badge and your gun.

Ask Joe Siri who you are.

Who am I, Joe?

DANNY:
Talk to Joe Siri.

What kind of question's that?

A direct one.

Come on, Joe. What is it?
What's the deal?

What is it
that you're not ready to tell me?

I don't know what you're driving at.

Come on, Joe.
You've known me since I was born.

You knew my mother, who was
nothing more than a photograph to me.

You were my father's partner
and best friend.

And I ask you...

...there must be something
that you can tell me.

What did they want you to tell me?

You were adopted, Sara.

I know it's not supposed to be
any big thing.

You're supposed tell the child
when they're young...

...but it was so hard on your mother,
not being able to have a baby, you know?

She hurt for so long before she got you...

...that she, uh... You know,
she probably believed that she...

...gave birth to you herself.

DANNY:
You don't know who you are.

And then, when your mom died...

...your dad got trapped in her story.

Started believing it as much as she did.

DANNY:
You don't know who you are.

JOE:
And then he was murdered.

I couldn't tell you then, not after that.

[JOE SIGHS]

Still eats at me,
we don't know who killed him.

[SIGHS]

Uh, I can't believe you kept this from me
this entire time, Joe.

I'm sorry.

I need a week, Joe.

To check some things out.

No. I can't give it to you.

You...?

You tell me all of this and you just exp...

I need a week, Joe,
to figure out what's going on.

One week...

...before I can tell you anything.

And then we will talk.

All right.

One week. But there is a condition.

What kind of condition?

Jake is your new partner.

Come on, Joe.

No, I'm gonna be direct.

You're on the edge...

...Gallo's gone underground,
and I'm worried about you.

Not to mention,
I've taken all kinds of heat.

You seem different.

Off your game.

And I am not
gonna send you out there solo.

Okay.

MAN:
Listen closely, young Nottingham.

It is written that no man
has ever successfully won the Witchblade.

That only the chosen women can wear it.

And though I tried...

...for all my force of will,
I could not keep it on my hand.

The gauntlet burned me.

Seared my flesh
until I had to rip it from my wrist.

But even my brief exposure
was enough to bind me to it forever.

To make me a part of it.

To allow me to see some of what it sees,
but not all.

That is my blessing and my curse.

I understand the way it thinks,
I know what it wants.

And what does it want?

MAN: It wants something
that cannot be explained in words.

To know what it wants, one must
directly experience the Witchblade.

When will I learn to fight?

MAN:
Soon enough.

Soon enough.

MAN:
The gym will be closing in five minutes.

Oh, Cheetara.

I am sorry to wake you,
but Jaga bids me to bring you to him.

Uh, sure, okay.

[MEOWS]

SNARF: Hey, where are you going?
Lion-O needs his sleep.

[CARTOON PLAYING INDISTINCTLY
ON TV]

[DOOR BUZZES]

[DOOR BUZZING]

All right, all right.

Oh, lay off the buzzer, would you?

[DOOR BUZZING]

Hey, Pez. What's up?

Hey, Jake. Can I come in?

Yeah, yeah. No sweat.

Wow, how do you afford a place like this
on a cop's salary?

- I, uh...
- Bedroom?

Yeah.

Sara.

[JAKE SIGHS]

[CREATURE GROWLS]

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[GRUNTING]

[SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE]

[PANTING]

[WHISTLING]

[JOYDROP'S "BEAUTIFUL"
PLAYING ON STEREO]

Damn it.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[LAUGHS]

I didn't know you were
the Jake McCartey.

Uh, yeah.

Jake McCartey, the surfing champ.

That explains the nice place.

- Coffee?
- Please.

Hey, I'd appreciate it
if you didn't say anything about it at work.

About what, Jake?
Your late-night viewing habits?

[LAUGHS]

Yeah, that either.

You all right this morning?

Mm. I will be, once I've had more of this.

Didn't you have a pretty bad spill in Hawaii
before you retired?

Yeah, yeah.

Listen,
I checked out a few things for you.

Like what?

The Rialto Theater.

And?

Turns out the building is owned
by a multinational corporation...

...called Vorschlag Industries.

Check out that folder right there.

Vorschlag is the domain
of one Kenneth Irons.

- Probably heard of him?
SARA: Kenneth Irons, the billionaire?

Yup. He's at the top of the Fortune 500.
A major international player.

Supposedly owns more than 5 percent
of the real estate in New York.

There's also speculation that he made
his fortune years ago as an arms dealer.

- He owns a huge art collection, doesn't he?
- Oh, yeah.

Sometimes he donates stuff to museums
like the Met and MOMA.

You know that Joan of Arc collection
at the Midtown Museum?

That was his.

There's some newspaper photos
of Irons in the file.

He gave this huge charity party
for AIDS research.

R.E.M. Played.

Okay.

Um, I'm N.Y.P.D. I'd like to
speak to Mr. Kenneth Irons, please.

Yes. Mr. Irons is expecting you.

His office is just down the hall.

Thank you.

Detective Pezzini?

- I'm Kenneth Irons.
- Hello, Mr. Irons.

- Do you know who this man is?
- Ian Nottingham. He works for me.

He happens to be a material witness
in the death of my partner.

If you're in any way involved, Mr. Irons...

Ken, please, Detective Pezzini.

If you are involved, Mr. Irons,
I highly recommend you talk to me now.

I can assure you, detective, that whatever
Mr. Gallo might have done to your partner...

...he was in no way working for me.

How would you know about Gallo?

I own the Old Rialto.

But I'm sure you know that already.

Mr. Gallo was considering it
as a possible investment.

I also read the paper. I own that too.

Do you happen to know
where I might find Ian Nottingham?

At present, I have no idea where Ian is.

With regard to Mr. Gallo,
I've told you everything I know.

May I call you Sara?

I'd prefer if you didn't.

Is there anything else you want
to ask me about, Ms. Pezzini?

Actually, yes.
Do you happen to know what this is?

The Witchblade.

The Witchblade. Huh.

Well, somehow, during a shootout
at the Midtown Museum...

...the Witchblade happened to find its way
onto my wrist.

Does this belong to you?

Does anything really belong to anybody,
Sara?

That's quite an evasive answer,
Mr. Irons.

If the Witchblade does belong
to one person, it belongs to you, Sara.

Don't hesitate to call either number.
Anytime.

I'd like to show you some of my art. I have
a whole room devoted to the Witchblade.

And I will have Ian Nottingham
pay you a visit.

Thank you.

There are no casual connections,
Nottingham.

Sara Pezzini. The Witchblade. Myself.

Call it what you will.

Destiny. Fate. Fortune.

Napoleon used to say
that fortune is like a woman.

She favors the bold.

Then what would he say
of a bold woman?

I'll ask him sometime. Hmm.

Do you not find her striking, Nottingham?

Striking. And willful.

A woman in full bloom of her beauty
and power. But there are so many of those.

What is it, do you think, about Sara Pezzini
that has attracted the Witchblade?

Her courage.

Concealed vulnerability.

Perhaps.

And now she is more vulnerable
than ever.

[PHONE RINGING]

JAKE [ON RECORDING]: Hey, it's Jake.
You know what to do. See you.

Hey, Jake, it's Pezzini. Sara.

I was just, uh, wondering if
you wanted to go shoot some pool.

Give me a ring.

[CLOCK CHIMING IN DISTANCE]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello, Sara.

How did you know it was me?

Caller ID.

Oh, right.

Sorry, I didn't figure you
for the caller ID type.

- Hmm.
- Any word on Nottingham?

As a matter of fact,
we were just speaking of you.

And he is aware of your desire
to question him.

He said he would contact you tomorrow.

Would you like to come by this evening?

Yeah. Yeah, I would.

Wonderful.

IRONS: It's written that Joan's sword
seemingly came to life during her battles.

After her capture at Compiégne,
a weapon disappeared from her hand.

The Witchblade has a way
of slipping from its wielder's grasp...

...just when it is needed most.

You're wearing it now.

How do you know
so much about the, um...

To name is to know.
To know is to control, Sara.

How do you know so much
about the Witchblade?

I read a lot.

And this Witchblade is not yours?

There is only one.

But as you can see,
only women can wear the Witchblade.

- Why?
- Women are more elemental.

They're closer to nature than men.

The Witchblade finds them superior.

Do you believe in destiny, Sara?

I believe that, uh...

...things are a lot more
connected than they appear.

They are.

What is this thing?
What is the Witchblade?

A mystery. Wrapped in a riddle
and cloaked in the conundrum.

That doesn't help very much.

Language is a labyrinth.

A hall of mirrors
that we can easily get lost in.

I do want to help you, Sara.
I can help you solve the mystery.

The Witchblade has powers.
Many powers.

But only the person who wields it
can truly know them all.

Haven't you felt different
since it's found you?

That's an understatement.

Yes, in fact,
I feel like I'm losing my mind.

And yet you can't tell anyone
about your predicament.

Anyone but me.
Why do you think that is?

Look, Mr. Irons, the bottom line is I don't
want this thing. You can have it back.

You loved your father very much,
didn't you?

Yes, I did.

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.

You already have.

- What are you implying?
- Nothing.

I am simply stating a fact.

No offense, Mr. Irons, but I don't want this
thing. My life is complicated enough.

Sara, you were destined to wear the
Witchblade, as were all these women.

Embrace your destiny, Sara.

- What do you mean?
- The Witchblade.

The gauntlet has chosen you.
You must accept it.

Use it or lose it.

And if you don't deserve it, if you don't
earn it, it will abandon you.

I don't believe in any of this.
This, uh... This magic.

Magic. Alchemy. Science.

All different names for the same thing.

All ways to explore the natural,
or rather the supernatural realm.

- Means of grasping the unknown.
- I don't agree.

Don't you want to avenge the death
of Daniel Woo and Maria?

Don't you want to find
your father's killer?

Don't you want justice?

Yeah, but I can do
all of the above myself.

I see.

SARA: I don't want this. You can have it.
IRONS: Do you believe in destiny, Sara?

The Witchblade has powers.

SARA: What is the Witchblade?
IRONS: A mystery. Use it or lose it.

Wrapped in a riddle.

SARA: Things are a lot more connected
than they appear.

I can't believe this damn thing
won't come off.

IRONS: The Witchblade has many powers.
SARA: I don't want this thing.

IRONS: The gauntlet has chosen you.
You must accept it.

Use it or lose it.

If you don't deserve it, if you don't earn it,
it will abandon you.

You can't take it off, Sara.

It won't let you.

And if you search your heart and soul,
you'll find you don't want to.

You were meant to wield it.

I can help you if you only let me.

Teach you to use it, to control it,
to become one with it.

Don't you see? Don't you understand?

This was meant to be.

You were meant to find the Witchblade
and I was meant to find you.

Carpe diem, Sara. Seize the day.

Choose the Witchblade.

It's already chosen you.

You've even got the mark.

The circles represent the light
and dark powers of the Witchblade.

That mark is a scar from shrapnel
during a SWAT team raid 11 months ago.

Nonetheless, it bears an uncanny
resemblance to this mark, doesn't it?

Let go of me.

YOUNG NOTTINGHAM:
And how do you control the Witchblade?

IRONS:
In order to control the Witchblade...

...I must control
the woman who wields it.

And this woman must be tested.

Must be made to run
a grueling gauntlet...

...and in so doing,
learn to wield the Witchblade.

Their will must be tested.
It must be measured.

Tell me what you know about will,
Nottingham.

The will is the link
between the soul and the universe.

IRONS:
Well-spoken, young Nottingham.

And now the time has finally come
for you to go abroad to learn your vocation.

To explore your special gifts.

[SOBS]

I knew it was Gallo.

Hey. Where we going?

Shopping.

- I'll drive, dude.
- No, I don't think so, dude.

Where's your boy Drexler usually hang out?

- Usually at the Underground Velvet.
- Oh.

Meet me there at 11, okay? Outside.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Must be a hell of a sale.

Damn.

[JAKE AND SARA CHUCKLE]

She gets in. You don't.

- We're together, bro.
- I don't care, bro.

You know what, Jake?
It's cool. Wait outside.

I'll be right back.

Please?

- All right.
- Thanks.

[THE CRYSTAL METHOD'S "KEEP
HOPE ALIVE" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[CROWD CHATTERING, LAUGHING]

- Hey, stud.
- Hey.

Let's go someplace where we can
talk a little more privately, eh?

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

Hey, Drexler, catch any shows
at the Rialto lately?

[LAUGHS]

- Aah. What do you want?
- Tommy Gallo.

- What about him?
- Let's start with where he is.

I don't know.

- I don't believe you.
- I don't, all right? Nobody does.

- Aah!
SARA: All right.

Then let's start with something easy.

How did Gallo get his hands
on the Rialto Theater, huh?

I set him up
with some really scary dude, all right?

- What was his name?
- I don't know.

- What was his name?
- I don't know.

[GRUNTS]

- What was his name?
- He called himself Nottingham, all right?

Ian Nottingham.

And? And?

He said he's working for Ken Irons, all right?
If I tell you any more, they're gonna kill me.

Hey, baby.

How about a hand?

Sure.

Come on. Come on.

[PANTING]

Yeah.

Okay. All right.

What do you know about Ken Irons,
and how is he connected to Gallo?

I don't know anything about Irons.
Nobody does.

Look, Pezzini, if you know
what's good for you...

...you'll back off before Nottingham
comes to deal with you, all right?

And if you know
what's good for you, Drexler...

...I think you ought to worry
about what I'm gonna do to you.

- Where's Gallo?
- Okay, okay, okay.

He's in a safe house in the Bronx,
in the basement, all right?

433 Benton Avenue.
It's good, it's good, it's good. Come on.

Oh, come on. Pezzini,
what are you doing?

Come on, you can't. You can't do this.
You're a cop.

[GASPS]

NOTTINGHAM:
Bloodlust is the power of the blade.

Desire for revenge.

The desire for control.

Can you control that desire?

Or is it better unleashed?

Are you having a hard time
controlling the Witchblade, Sara?

Your little toy
doesn't seem to work against me.

Is it because you really don't want it to?

What do you want?

We always want what we cannot have.

What is it with you and Irons
and all this misterioso crap?

Don't compare me to Irons.

Get the hell away from me.

Why do you want to kill Gallo?

He killed two of my best friends.

NOTTINGHAM: If you hadn't been
so intent on persecuting Mr. Gallo...

...your friend Danny would still be alive.

Was it worth it?

No, but that doesn't let Gallo off the hook,
does it?

How do you know this whole thing
isn't a trap? A setup?

SARA: What do you care?
NOTTINGHAM: I don't, really.

SARA: Why did you set us up at the Rialto?
Or was that a coincidence?

There are no coincidences.

I've gotta go.

To go where?

To kill Gallo.

As you wish.

But remember,
to fully grasp the Witchblade...

...you must first
spill some of your own blood.

Yeah, whatever, Nottingham.

Is it a setup?

Expect the unexpected.

Forewarned, forearmed.

I'll get back to you on that one.

Ian.

Had any dreams lately, Sara?

Hey. How'd it go?

You didn't miss a thing.

You know, what, Jake? I'm a little cold.
Would you grab us some coffees?

- My car's just around the corner.
- Sure.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

Hi, killer.

Ooh, you know, I always liked that moniker.

Oh, watch the potholes,
because I wanna talk to you for a minute...

...before I snuff out
your vapid, little martyr life.

I like the little peach-fuzz hairs
standing up on the back of your neck.

You know, your holier-than-thou attitude
used to really make me angry.

But now I just find it amusing.

You and me,
we're not really all that different.

We both are hunters
and we both like to kill.

Pull over there.

There's an alley around the corner
that brings back memories.

Keep your hands up.

This is exactly where I killed your father.

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

Come on. Come on.

[SNIFFS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Come on out, Pezzini.

I'll make it quick.
Two to the back of the head.

Just like your father.

And Maria.

Probably wondering
why I did Maria, huh?

I mean, why bother with a junkie...

...that's gonna be used up
in a couple of years anyway, right?

Your friend had a date
with an associate of mine. A judge, no less.

Between the two of them,
they managed to consume a pharmacy.

Your friend OD'd.
His Honor panicked, called Lorenzo.

You remember Lorenzo, right?
Well, he was busy doing another job...

...so, uh, out of the goodness of my heart,
I decided to fill in...

SARA:
Double tapped by a scumbag.

...do your friend.

DANNY:
You don't know that it was him.

Sooner or later something will give.

She was probably gonna die anyway...

...but I believe in being proactive.

DANNY: She was constantly
putting herself in dangerous situations.

GALLO: And what difference does
it make anyway? Right, Pezzini?

She was just a piece of meat...

... like all the rest of us.

So get over it.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

NOTTINGHAM:
To fully grasp the Witchblade...

... you must first
spill some of your own blood.

Wanna hear about your father
before I kill you, Pezzini?

It was like a bad B-movie cliché,
but it's the truth.

I really did kill him,
right back there in that alley.

[GUNSHOTS]

[SARA'S FATHER GRUNTS]

He was tough, wouldn't beg.

You know,
killing your father wasn't personal.

Neither was Maria.
And don't flatter yourself...

...neither are you.

IRONS: The Witchblade has a way
of slipping from its wielder's grasp...

... just when it is needed most.

Why have you abandoned me?

[YELLING]

[GUN CLICKS]

NOTTINGHAM:
Bloodlust is a powerful thing.

- What the hell are you?
- Justice.

Do it, you freak.

Enjoy it.

I know I would if I were you.

DANNY: What do you want to do, Sara?
SARA: Kill Gallo.

IRONS: Don't you want to avenge the death
of Daniel Woo?

GALLO: We're not really that different.
DANNY: You don't know who you are.

IRONS:
The gauntlet has chosen you.

DANNY: I can tell you you're part of a line
going back through time...

- ... and forward to the future.
SARA: Killed two of my best friends.

DANNY: Part of a wave, a force.
Kind of a warrior bloodline.

SARA: Things are more connected
than they appear.

DANNY:
You don't even really know who you are.

SARA:
Who am I?

[SWORD SHEATHS]

You disappoint me, Sara.

Gallo, you're under arrest.

[ALARM CLOCK RINGING]

Hey, Pez.
Boss wants to see you in 10 minutes.

Something about new forensics reports
from the Rialto.

Oh, and you got a call on 2.

Thanks.

Hello?

NOTTINGHAM:
Looked in the morning paper yet, Sara?

- What?
- The morning paper, Sara. Take a look at it.

"Organized-crime figure Thomas Gallo
committed suicide last night...

...jumping from the balcony
of his heavily-guarded apartment...

...after screaming something
about an avenging angel.

Gallo was out on bail
on three pending charges of murder."

It looks like Tommy Gallo
had a crisis of conscience.

- Either that or he had help.
- Perhaps a bit of both.

- Hey, Nottingham.
- Hey, Sara.

Had any dreams lately?

[CHUCKLES]

SARA: And that's the story
of how I came to have...

... this strange thing on my hand
called the Witchblade.

I still don't know exactly
what the Witchblade is or how to use it.

Every day I gain a bit more control...

... but this control requires will,
and vigilance.

I think of Danny a lot.

He was right. Everything and everyone
is more connected than we realize.

So there is no pat ending, no neat finale,
no single final image.

[ENGLISH SDH]