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[CROWD CHEERING]

[BELL RINGS]

[CROWD CHEERING]

Left. Uppercut, uppercut.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Come on, break it up.
Break it up, come on.

There you go. There you go.

Come on!

Yeah!

Come on. Get in there.

[GROANS]

REFEREE: Are you okay?

You want to keep going?

Looks like you cost
me a lot of money, bro.

Keep watching.

Are you sure?

Let's go!

[CROWD CHEERING]

WOMAN [ON PA]: Midtown
Museum will be closing in 15 minutes.

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

- I heard Jackson wants another rematch.
- He's gonna have to wait another year.

Twenty-five G's to autistic
kids. That's pretty good, Pez.

- And how much did you win, fats?
- I didn't bet.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Isn't it about time you hit Supercuts?
- Huh?

Eight bucks, babe. It'll eliminate
that Chia Pet problem you're having.

Hmm. Think my hair's too long?

Let's just say, it could
be a tactical disadvantage.

What about yours?

Hey, I'm a chick. I'm
supposed to be cute.

Oh, yeah.

[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

Hey, killer.

Hey. How are you doing?

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?

Magnificent, isn't it?

SARA: Drop it!

GALLO: Hey, Pezzini.

Get your man?

Not yet, Gallo.

Well, you got one of mine.

But I got more.

[CHUCKLES]

Don't do it, Pez.

[PHONE RINGING]

NOTTINGHAM: Mr. Irons...

you won't be disappointed.

IRONS: I hope not.

She's everything
you said she'd be.

[DANNY SIGHS]

DANNY: Tell me
again. Why are we here?

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

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

Because Jake McCartey
has a contact that says so.

Jake McCartey.

Jake's a good kid, Danny.

Why would anybody leave
San Diego to come here?

It's not like he's
even got family here.

Danny, Jake just gave me
some information, man. That's all.

I understand.

Forewarned, forearmed...

Grasshopper.

You okay?

Uh, I don't know.

What the...?

NOTTINGHAM:
Mr. Irons, she's got it.

You won't be disappointed.

She's everything
you said she'd be.

SARA: I wonder if this
is from the museum.

You ever have one
of those moments...

where you feel like
something big just happened?

Only you don't know
what it was? Never.

You must be nuts.

Gallo and his
posse. Let's do it.

Let's not.

[ENGINE STARTS]

What are you doing?

Something feels off, Danny.

Let's get out of here.

We've got time on our side.

[SIGHS]

[GROANS]

For days you hound
me about Gallo.

You know he killed
Maria Buzanis.

You were like a Jack
Russell tracking a sewer rat.

What are you saying, Danny?

It's not like you,
is all I'm saying.

Look, we will get Gallo.

Just not now.

[CROSBY, STILLS, NASH & YOUNG'S
"DÉJÀ VU" PLAYING ON RADIO]

[CROSBY, STILLS, NASH & YOUNG'S
"DÉJÀ VU" PLAYING ON STEREO]

- Dude. GABRIEL: What?

You gotta expand your
sonic repertoire, man.

Retro's all right once in
a while, but I'm really...

What are you talking
about? I like this music.

Gets in my head in a good way.

It helps me conjure up verbal
sales tools for the relics I hawk.

MAN: All right.

Well, what are you conjuring
up for that thing there?

Ah, I'm not sure yet.

All I know is that it used to
belong to Winston Churchill.

- That's cool.
- Yeah, cool.

- Not as cool as Joan of Arc's gauntlet.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, who is Joan of Arc and
what's the deal with her gauntlet?

She was this famous female warrior in
the 1400s and she had this metal gauntlet.

I saw it at the museum. This
gauntlet is supposed to be...

one of the most powerful
talismans of power on the planet.

Oh, that's a good spin.

Yeah, well, it's no spin, man.

This thing is reputed to have
enabled Joan to win all of her battles.

Legend has it that whoever
wields it, has incredible, uh...

mental and physical powers.

What do you mean, whoever wields
it? I thought this was Joan of Arc's.

- Yeah, it was.
- The next thing, you'll tell me this is...

you know, Arnold Schwarzenegger's
old computer or something, man.

[BOTH LAUGH]

You wanted the
Witchblade to choose.

I was hoping that the Witchblade would
bond with Sara in a more violent way.

By now, she and the Witchblade should have
left a trail of carnage but they haven't.

She's not sufficiently pliable.

Control the Witchblade,
control the world.

At least can I arrange a meeting
since you haven't even seen her yet?

What makes you so sure of that?

I have a new plan
for the Witchblade.

Sara Pezzini is a
homicide detective.

Perhaps one homicide
will lead to another.

And another wielder will emerge.

Just think about it. If it wasn't for Winston,
we wouldn't be sitting here right now.

Why not?

Because he kept England
unconquered during World War Il.

Have you got the vaguest
references to what I'm saying?

No.

Because this used
to be Winston's...

it is somehow connected to the
fact that we are sitting here right now.

You should be reading something
besides binary software instructions.

[LAUGHS]

Dude, check out this
website, Wired Orb.

You know, I can make
a phone call, right now...

and Debbie here, she would do anything
that my black little heart desired.

You better be careful,
you're gonna go blind.

- Keep them both hands on the mouse.
- Hey!

- If you know what I mean.
- Hey, man, look who's talking.

[SCOFFS]

A man cannot touch the
petal of the nearest flower...

without influencing the
course of the furthest star.

Everything is connected.

Every action has many effects.

I want you to get the
Witchblade back, immediately.

DEBBIE [ON PHONE]: You like that?
- Yeah, I like that.

- How about this?
- That's very nice.

- And that?
- No... Yeah, I like that.

[DEBBIE GIGGLES]

Yeah, that's good.

[DEBBIE SCREAMS]

DEBBIE: No! No!

[DEBBIE SCREAMS]

[CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO]

OFFICER: Three
shots to the head.

Close range.

No pity.

There was a
professional in the house.

SARA: Excuse me.

Hi, I'm Detective Pezzini.

This is my partner,
Detective Woo.

Christina Wales.

And this is Debbie.

Saving up to buy a last name?

It's Buck. Debbie Buck.

So you mind telling us
what you saw, Miss Buck?

I was taking a call.

Some big bastard came and
threw Jeffrey into the room.

He had a gun, so I ran out.

But a second later,
the man walked out.

When I looked back into
the room, Jeffrey was dead.

How many gunshots did you hear?

I wasn't counting.

What can you tell
us about the man?

He was big enough to
be his own area code.

And he was wearing a
stocking over his face.

That's it.

First, I thought it was
some kind of a joke.

Can I leave now?

Ahem. Sure. If you think of
anything else, give us a call.

But we'll be calling you
just in case, all right?

Bye.

There's not much more
than that I can tell you.

I was in the main office with Jeffrey
when this man burst in and grabbed him.

By the time I got out
here, it was all over.

Uh, what was your
relation to Mr. Gorta?

We were partners.

I used to be a dancer for Jeffrey
when he first started his company.

We got along, and
he promoted me.

Taught me about the Internet.

Made me a partner in the
interactive streaming operation.

Can you think of anyone
who might wanna kill him?

The Christian right.
Anyone from Utah.

There was a man
a few years back.

He beat Jeffrey into a
three-night stay at Lennox Hill.

And he was a cop too.

You have very
pretty eyes, detective.

If you'll excuse me, I've
got to get back to work.

The molar shows extensive
discoloration. Reddish-brown.

SARA: Vicky.

VICKY: Hey. WOMAN: Hey, Pez.

VICKY: Heard I got a
new subject coming in.

Yeah, a young guy. It was a hit.

Jeffrey Gorta, right?

- You've heard of him?
- Yeah, I just read about him.

The guy was worth
something like $10 million.

This, on the other
hand, is a conundrum.

I've done extensive scientific research
on it, and I can tell you categorically...

it's not from the display
at the Midtown Museum.

- Really?
- Yep.

I got a brochure, which lists
every item that was on display there.

And that bracelet wasn't a part of it.
I even called the curator to be sure.

Uh, it's really the weirdest
thing. I have no idea how I got this.

Hmm.

It's kind of nice, though.
I'll take it if you don't want it.

Thanks, Vic, that's awfully big of
you, but, uh, I think I'll hold onto it.

- Finders keepers.
- All right.

WOMAN: Sara. Sara.

Her name is Sara.

- What's up?
- Same pile, different day.

What are you doing?

The ex-cop you wanna interview as a
potential suspect is named Arnold Buck.

I ran a check, turns out he
wallpapered a SoHo tavern...

two years ago with
our dead porno-slag.

Huh. The girl at Wired Orb
was named Debbie Buck.

I wonder if there's
a connection.

- Thanks, Jake.
- No problem.

ARNOLD: Come
on in. It's unlocked.

Arnold Buck?

Hi, I'm Detective Pezzini,
I'm with New York Homicide.

What do you want?

- Just to ask you a few questions.
- About what?

A man named Jeffrey
Gorta was murdered today.

- That's a frigging pity.
- You knew him?

You know I did, or else you
wouldn't be here, would you?

Can you tell me where you
were at about 1:00 today?

Yeah, I was right here watching
The Bold and the Beautiful.

- Was anybody with you?
- Jack.

- What precinct were you with?
- Thirty-third for 25 years.

I was involuntarily
discharged...

one month before I would have
become eligible for my pension increase.

And my promotion.

Gorta?

I beat the living
hell out of him.

I'm not a slacker, lady.
I really did try to kill him.

But he had this banshee girlfriend
that hit me on the head with a pipe.

I still get migraines.

I figured you guys
would show up soon.

Why did you attack him, sir?

He systematically got my
daughter all messed up.

Booze and drugs and started using
her to dirty dance on his websites.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

So where's your daughter now?

I don't know.

The last thing she said to me
was how much she hated me.

Ah, she was a sweet
kid there for a while.

I like to think
that she still is.

I would give anything just
to be able to talk to her...

to get to know her again.

Whatever it is that she's doing
now, I just hope it's not the same thing.

You're kind of young to be
working Homicide, ain't you?

You're kind of old to have
a 19-year-old daughter, sir.

Ha. Yeah. I'm a late bloomer.

It's too bad my little
girl is the opposite.

My father was a cop too.

He was killed when
I was just a kid.

Well, uh...

Try to take it easy
on the Jack, will you?

Ah. It's him who's
gotta take it easy on me.

[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

Who are you?

NOTTINGHAM: My name...

is Ian Nottingham.

I work for Kenneth Irons.

The Kenneth Irons who owns the
half of the city Trump doesn't want?

- Yes.
- Really?

- Why are you following me?
- Because you're wearing the Witchblade.

What?

That bracelet.

It belongs to Mr. Irons.

Would you like to come
with me to see him?

I think he would really like it if
you returned it to him personally.

Returned it? I never took it.

It was in the display case
at the Midtown Museum.

Listen, bright eyes, I don't know who
you are, and I don't believe that this...

This thing came from
that display, okay?

All I saw was some kind of metal gauntlet
that supposedly belonged to Joan of Arc.

The Witchblade is
capable of changing forms.

I don't know what the
hell you're talking about.

Ha. And I'm sure that Mr. Irons has
much more important matters to tend to.

So you can tell him I'm keeping
my little Cracker Jack prize, okay?

I will relay the
message to Mr. Irons.

Excellent. You do that and
stay the hell away from me.

[APPLAUSE AND WHISTLING]

[MEN CHEERING]

[WOMAN GRUNTING]

Go home. Now.

I told you everything I
knew the last time I saw you.

- What the hell do you want?
- For you to listen.

I don't bat lefty, detective,
so save your strength.

Shut up. I'm here
because of your father.

- I don't have a father.
- Yes, you do.

I don't.

And as much as the current fashion
demands that we blame our parents...

for every little damn thing
that goes wrong in our lives...

I'm here to tell you,
Debbie, that it's a damn lie.

And a deadly one.

- How is he?
- He's lonely and he loves you very much.

There's no forgiving some
of the things that I've done.

Oh, honey.

Why don't you let your
father make that call, okay?

Look, Debbie...

I know nothing about your life,
and I'm no good at blowing smoke...

but I know things are gonna get worse if
you don't make it right with your father.

I wouldn't even
know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

Just knock on his door. Please.

[CROWD APPLAUDING, WHISTLING]

IRONS: What do you mean,
you couldn't get it back?

NOTTINGHAM: She refused.

You should have
cut it off her arm.

You have trained me since my childhood
to protect the next Witchblade wielder.

I was not capable
of harming her.

I have trained you
to do my bidding.

Ian...

I have also taught you to be
rigorously impeccable in your speech.

And I think you're a
lying, infatuated child.

Sara Pezzini has no idea of
the power she now possesses.

And she would have no reason not to
hand over the Witchblade immediately.

The longer she is with it, the
more difficult it will be to retrieve.

She is a destined wielder.

And I am the wielder of destiny.

Sara Pezzini is mired in pedestrian
concepts of right and wrong.

Unable to transcend
good and evil.

Unable to do what is necessary.

Just as you seem to be
unable to do what is necessary.

Although I'm dismayed...

by your lack of moral fortitude
and your myopic judgment...

I am not surprised.

You have fallen under
Sara Pezzini's spell, yeah?

Mm-hm.

But I've been prepared
for such a possibility.

Christina.

Christina is going to help
you get the Witchblade back.

And in return, I may grant
her the opportunity to wear it.

NOTTINGHAM: This
would be a mistake.

The Witchblade
chooses its wielder.

You have also taught
me that since I was a child.

You're destined to fail.

I had a recent dream in which Sara Pezzini
did continue to wield the Witchblade.

And in my dream, my
vision, Ian, she killed you.

Defied me...

and irrevocably pierced
the veil of time, of causality.

[YELLING]

I had the same dream.

The same omen.

Perhaps now that the Witchblade is
once again in play, once again fluid...

I can control the
direction in which it flows.

Sara Pezzini must die.

Preferably in shame and fear.

But this woman...

is certainly not from
the wielder's bloodline.

She has not been chosen.

The Witchblade
chose Sara Pezzini.

She is a peasant.

Once in a great while...

the Witchblade benefits from a bond
outside of one of the chosen bloodlines...

just as most royalty often does.

So if I do decide to let
Christina wear the Witchblade...

she will have been chosen...

by me.

Your arrogance is astounding.

Thank you.

Christina has had
certain experiences...

that make her hunger for
what the Witchblade has to offer.

She is angry.

Upon her wrist...

the Witchblade will be sublime.

I have had my eye on
Christina for a long time.

Ian, please help her with her plan
to make Sara Pezzini a faux pas.

A small misstep in the glorious
history of the Witchblade.

By tomorrow, Sara
Pezzini will be a disgraced...

humiliated, and
inert ex-wielder.

[SIGHS]

I'm telling you, I know what to
do about the Pezzini situation.

- Stay away from that one.
She's trouble. SARA: That's right.

- Pezzini.
- Gallo.

I had nothing to do
with Maria Buzanis.

See, I don't believe you.

No kidding.

Look, I know she
was a friend of yours...

but that girl was
destined to die young.

Yeah?

And you were destined to
die naked, middle-aged...

and covered in your own piss.

All right.

[CHUCKLES]

All right.

I can tell you something.

How about it, Tommy?

That big hit that
went down today...

that Internet guy...

it's his partner.

The girl. She's the one
that put the paper out on him.

That's all I know.

[CHUCKLES]

WOMAN: Please! Don't do this!

Somebody help me!

DANNY: Hey, hey. WOMAN:
Please, somebody help me!

DANNY: Hey, calm
down. What's going on?

Take it easy, fella.
Calm down, all right?

[DANNY GRUNTS]

Do you and Irons really believe
all that crap you were spewing?

Do you really believe
the thing is that powerful?

It's that powerful
because we believe it is.

You did your task well.

Yes.

Bad girl.

Thank you.

What do you want
more than anything?

- Revenge.
- On whom?

The world.

- What else?
- Everything else.

Everything else, all at once.

Elaborate.

Power.

Fame.

Experience.

Wealth.

Immortality.

Care to join me in my folly?

- The Witchblade has all these powers?
- Mm.

- The Witchblade can give me all that?
- Yes.

Then why don't you wear it?

[CHRISTINA GASPS]

Because only a woman
can wield the Witchblade.

And only you can
wield the woman.

If you agree to serve
me, and only me...

to be obedient, faithful...

I will allow you to
become my slave.

I will allow you to become
the Witchblade's mistress.

To experience things beyond
the realm of the senses...

beyond the realm
of the rational...

beyond the realm of the mortal.

You will experience
everything...

if I so desire.

Are you ready to
finish the job, huh?

To put another body in the box?

[SARA GRUNTS]

Nice of you to show.

I went down hard last night.

So where's that
long-haired Asian guy?

[DANNY GASPS]

[DIALING PHONE]

Wired Orb.

Yes, hi, this is Detective Pezzini,
may I please speak to Miss Wales?

She's out scouting
for a new warehouse.

She is? Do you
happen to know where?

1111 Faust Street.

Okay, thank you.

Hey, Jake, go look for Danny, would
you? Sometimes he takes a nap in the gym.

If you find him or hear from
him, call me immediately, all right?

Sure.

Hello?

Hello, Miss Wales?

Hello, detective.

Word on the street has it that you
were the one that put the hit out on Gorta.

Based on your partnership, it
seems you certainly had motive.

I'd like to confess.

I did put the hit
on Jeffrey Gorta.

But I didn't just do it for the
money or even because I hated him.

Actually, he was pretty cool,
but it was a favor for a friend.

I then also killed the
hit man, personally.

Put a bullet right
between his eyes.

He whimpered like a pathetic little
girl right before I pulled the trigger.

That was fun.

When I was a child,
I was kept in a box.

[SCOFFS]

Put your hands up, Ms.
Wales, you're under arrest.

- Don't you wanna hear the rest, pretty girl?
- You can tell me down at the station.

I just thought you might wanna know
the situation with your beloved partner.

Where is he?

You could say that I killed him.

Although he's
probably not dead...

yet.

Funny thing about time,
sequences of events...

sometimes things happen in a
different order than you'd expect...

but the result is the same.

What the hell are
you talking about?

Your partner was buried
before he was dead.

His death will be slow.

Terrifying.

Painful.

An agony I wish I could witness.

If anything happens
to my partner, you die.

And the best thing is, you
can't do anything about it...

because you are not
leaving this room alive.

[SARA GRUNTS]

You have the knowledge you need.

Believe in the
Witchblade, it will help you.

You are a true wielder.

You have been chosen.

[GRUNTING]

[GROANING]

[BLADE RETRACTS]

[GAUNTLET RETRACTS]

[GASPING]

[ENGLISH SDH]