Previously on Highlander: The Raven.
What the hell you think you're doing? Put it down.
Don't do anything stupid. Like what? Body snatching?
- We didn't do this, Nick. - I don't know you.
- My name is Joe Dawson. - What the hell is a Watcher?
We observe and record Immortal activity.
What are you doin' here, Joe? Following someone who was following you.
- Andre Korda. - What do you think?
- I think I liked you in orange better. - So what's Korda doin' here?
He's running a new nightclub, the Sanctuary.
It's a front for his international operation.
Extortion, theft, kidnapping, you name it.
Are you still murdering innocent women and children?
- Shame you never had the stomach for that. - Why do you insist...
on getting involved in my world?
The minute he commits murder, he steps into my world.
We don't need Amanda.
- We need what I say we need. - Who could take two bullets and survive flaming wreckage?
Let's go, Korda. You got a warrant?
- Oh, yeah. Right here. - What do you want him to do, Amanda?
Uh, I just-- I just want him to stay out of my business.
You didn't ask for this. I know. It's just happening.
I guess it's fate. I don't believe in fate.
You're sorry? What do you mean, you're s--
She, uh, wanted you to have this.
It's better that he thinks I'm dead.
I want you to tell me what Nick was doing in Paris.
Korda? That's what they tell me.
Put him out of my misery.
What are you gonna do? I'm gonna go to Paris.
Nick, what'd you get yourself into?
Over here. Easy. He's been shot.
Oh, my God. Okay.
Okay. Okay.
Let's go.
She is immortal.
A thousand years old and she cannot die.
A creature of legend...
like the raven,
a thief who stole the sun and the moon.
They sent a warrior to bring her back.
He found her.
Together, they brought back light to the world.
I was a cop.
To me she was just a thief,
another day on the job.
But she wasn't-- She changed my life, changed everything.
And both of us knew from that moment on,
nothing would ever be the same.
Shh.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
How long since your last confession, my child? Let's see.
Uh, 417, 418 years. Not counting leap years, of course.
- Go on. - I told a lie.
Now, there's one I haven't heard this morning.
Someone may have died because of me, because I told a lie.
- Someone you care about? - I was trying to protect him.
The road to hell-- Oh, please, Liam. No platitudes.
- I didn't come for a sermon. - Well, then, you came to the wrong person, Amanda.
Oh, no. You're exactly who I need.
Hello.
So, how long you been in town then?
I got in just this morning. And already in trouble.
I guess that's my calling. I see you're still...
tending the black sheep of the flock. Mm-hmm.
My calling. I consider it a privilege.
What do you need? A list of doctors.
Why? You're immortal. Well, my friend's not, and he's been shot.
Hospitals? Checked them.
The morgue? He's not dead.
Look, Liam, who could handle a gunshot wound?
And keep their mouth shut? Yeah. You know everybody.
Guy must be special.
I think you'd like him. He tilts at windmills too.
Welcome back, handsome.
- Where am I? - It's alive.
And curious.
Nick Wolfe, Dr. Mika Sung.
No sudden movements, okay? You've got half a dozen stitches.
"Doctor"?
Mika makes house calls for, um, emergencies.
- Hospitals ask so many questions. - Like what you were doin'...
waving a gun around the streets of Paris.
Couldn't find a taxi.
So that was you, huh, by the river?
- What's it like, coming back from the dead? - Not as much fun as it looks.
Doctor, your fee. Thank you very much.
Pleasure, as usual.
Um, I know a place that does killer margaritas.
How's Amanda?
She's dead.
- I'm sorry. - Yeah.
So that's why you're goin' for Korda.
- How do you know about Korda? - Get on a plane. Go home, Nick.
No way. He put a bullet in me.
- You're nobody here. - I was nobody there.
- You can't take this guy on. - Watch me.
It's him.
Time to play musical corpses.
- Do you care how? - Oh, yes.
- Smoking in bed, I think. - Such a dangerous habit.
And speed it up. If Wolfe has survived, his girlfriend won't be far behind.
One dead body at a time.
Patience is a virtue. Mine is running out. Now, get on with it.
Drive.
She's been sighted in Zurich, Your Excellency, apparently still unharmed.
How soon? Well, the relocations team is on its way,
so your daughter should be back in rehab by tomorrow.
Ah. Very good.
Excuse the question, Your Excellency. How about my balance?
Wired to your account upon her safe arrival. Consider it done.
Good-bye.
Nice place.
It's only temporary-- sublet from a friend.
And by the way, it is polite to knock.
Sorry. Thank you.
You're welcome. I thought you gave up your French operation.
You go where the business is. Shouldn't you be back in bed?
- Where's Korda? - I've got a guy on his club 24 hours a day...
taking photos of everything and everyone who walks in or out.
- Korda hasn't shown in a week. - You find out what he's up to, you find him.
Check it yourself. There's nothing, absolutely nothing.
There's always something.
A butterfly flaps its wings in the rain forest...
Uh-- and you get an earthquake in Los Angeles.
Maybe you should be back in bed.
Nonlinear dynamics. The butterfly effect.
- What medication are you on? - Two or more seemingly unrelated events...
are actually connected.
Cause and effect. This is Korda we're talkin' about.
We gotta stop looking for the order and start looking for the chaos.
What did that Chinese doctor do to ya?
- Can you get into the Sūūret? on that thing? - Is the Pope Catholic?
Bring up the police files for this week in Paris. He came back here for a reason.
Where are you goin'?
I'm gonna go pull the wings off a butterfly.
I love this guy.
Look, Liam. Who could handle a gunshot wound?
Underground doctors who could handle bullet wounds--
there aren't that many.
Quillum on the Left Bank. Marie Pierre, perhaps.
Mika. You can find her in Chinatown.
Time to rise and shine.
Who are you? I'm your new employer.
Congratulations. You work for me now.
- No! - Yes.
These dexterous little digits of yours will do exactly as I command,
or you will lose them all...
one by one.
I'll be reported missing. My work! My friends!
Your friends will be at your funeral.
You see, you're already dead. Tragic house fire.
I have no tools-- the computer, the lasers. Without them--
Come with me. I have something to show you.
Lights!
You see? Christmas has come early this year.
Hey. Can I get a "hallelujah"?
# I thought you'd live forever
Come on, Nick. We gotta go. On my way.
Where the hell are you taking me? I thought I was getting my stitches out.
Mika works in the back of that restaurant. Wait a minute.
You said she was a doctor. She is... back in China.
Oh, great. Come on. What's the big deal?
You're getting a complete physical and some Mu Shu Pork. What's wrong with that?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Doc.
Hello. How are you today? Oh, great.
Good. Let's see.
Hmm. A little tension in these babies, Nick.
You do anything for relaxation? You mean other than getting shot?
All right. Let's get started.
Strip, please. What?
Strip. Come on. Don't be shy. Strip.
I'm stripping.
Excuse me, Doc. Wasn't he hit in the shoulder?
Oh, yes. So he was. I thought so.
Okay then. Just the top. Just the top.
Okay.
Hmm. Looking very good.
See?
Hey, Nick. What?
Check this out. Come here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just a second, Doc. Okay.
Look.
Oh, my God.
You ever see the body? No, but--
So what made you think she was dead? A good friend of hers told me--
He was obviously lying. Yeah. Obviously.
But I bet it wasn't his idea. You can't even trust this woman when she's dead.
Hello? Anyone home?
Excuse me. Wait.
He was hurt. He may have needed a doctor.
I did my best, but by the time he was brought to me--
the blood loss-- there was nothing I could do.
I'm sorry.
Uh, are you-- are you sure? Yes. I'm very sure.
Nick Wolfe? Yes. Nick Wolfe.
And the body? Um, cremated.
Yes.
Uh, well, I'm sure-- I'm sure you did everything you could.
Just a moment.
I've been holding onto this in case someone asked for him.
Maybe you'd like to keep it.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Trade you a sword for a watch.
Nick? Nick?
Oh, Nick. Ohh!
What the hell was that for? For you being alive. Bastard.
Amanda! You lied to me.
Returning the favor.
I hate to interrupt, but when you guys are done playing, we got some work to do.
Myers, what are you doing here? Working.
Shall we?
Sure.
What is it? We should go. Yeah.
Fine. I can hold out longer than you can. You lied to me.
You told me you were dead. No, no. Not really.
You see, because Joe told you I was dead. Joe lied to you.
No. Joe told me. Lucy told me. But you put 'em up to it.
Stop jerking me around. Look. There's always gonna be an Immortal...
like Korda in my life, so the more you stick around me, the more--
You were trying to protect me. And I love the little dramatic touch--
sending me your sword-- very, very nice.
That wasn't my favorite sword. Look, Slick, before you apply for sainthood,
let's just remember that you lied to me about being dead too.
Not precisely, according to your standards.
And then kissing me like that-- very nice. I didn't. You kissed me.
Oh, yeah-- No, no, no. Oh, come on, guys. Grow up.
I mean, who cares really, huh?
Do come in. Come on.
Hurry, get in.
You still up? It's 5:00 a. m.
Oh, he's a machine.
A needle in a haystack. Maybe you can talk some sense into him.
- I gave up hours ago. - Nick, we've been through this a dozen times.
As much as I hate to agree with Myers, I think he's right. There's nothing there.
What are you doin'?
Son of a bitch.
Engraver burns to death in apartment fire. That's tragic.
Truck goes off the road into the Seine.
Driver and contents washed away. Fascinating.
Yeah? Take a look at this.
Chemical factory explosion on the outskirts of town.
- So? - We give up.
The engraver worked for the government mint.
The truck was carrying a secure load of banknote paper.
- And the chemical factory? - One of their products is a patented reflective ink.
- Put it all together. - Counterfeiting.
- Doesn't mean Korda's behind it. - Here. Take a look...
at these surveillance photos.
Okay. Right there. So it's a beer truck.
Take a closer look at the logo on the drums.
P-Y-R-C-- Pyrchem.
- It's a chemical factory. - But the engraver died.
- Burned beyond recognition. - That could've been anybody.
- You ready? - Yeah. Let's go.
Hey, that's my sword. Yeah.
You thought I was dead, and you brought it?
I had a hell of a time gettin' it through customs, but--
- That's sweet. - Hmm.
- I'm glad you're not dead. - Me too.
I mean, I'm glad that you're not-- You know what I mean.
You know, I just didn't expect you to, um-- To?
To come to Paris and hunt Korda down and avenge my death--
you know, what was supposed to be my death.
I had a lot of frequent flier mileage that was about ready to expire, so I thought--
You've been hanging around me too long. Mm.
Hey, hey. We're not open yet. Where's Korda?
- He's out.
He's here. Don't mind us. We'll just make ourselves at home.
Are you cops? You got a warrant? It's on its way.
You're having it delivered, right? Yeah. Something like that.
Hewashere. We had the exits covered, the doors covered.
He couldn't have just vanished. No Korda. No counterfeiting. Nothing.
So much for your butterfly. I'm not giving up.
Well, good for you. Me, I got some explainin' to do at police headquarters.
I'll catch you later.
I don't know. I know he was here.
- He's close, isn't he? -I can almost smell him. Where the hell is he?
Where's it coming from? You're the one with the radar.
Look.
How convenient.
Charming.
Old, dead Romans. From when Paris was called Lutetia.
An ex-boyfriend?
Korda must feel right at home. Holy ground.
How unique. He built his club over a pagan burial site.
He'll be waiting just far enough away.
Uh, over here, I think.
Tell me you know what you're doing.
This place is honeycombed with old tunnels and catacombs...
from hundreds of years ago.
I thought they walled up most of them after World War II, when the Resistance disbanded.
- Most of them, but not all. - So this is how Korda moves all his gear around.
He could ride an elephant from one end of the city to the other, and no one would see him.
Korda! How nice of you both to drop in.
Let's make a deal, Korda. No guns. No swords. Just you and me.
We'll see who's left standing.
I take that as a no.
Amanda! I'm over here.
Give it up, Amanda. I offered you the choice of soaring with the hawks,
but instead, you choose to die like a sparrow.
- You all right? - What took you so long?
Which way? I haven't a clue. I got lost on the last turn.
You're kidding me. Excuse me. I was trying to stay alive.
But, you know, maybe if we, uh, look closely enough, we'll see a trail of my own blood.
All right. All right. Let's not panic.
You were saying?
Finally. Fresh air.
Where do you think we are? Uh, France?
Thank you. I say we go this way. I can't believe everyone's busting their ass...
looking for Korda, and he's right below us the whole time.
What we need is somebody who knows those tunnels as well as he does.
I'm on it. I'm not worried anymore.
Ha-ho! I win!
See you at church on Sunday. Right.
Come on!
No class. So you found him then?
Nick Wolfe, Father Liam Riley. How you doin', Father?
We're not in confessional. You can call me Liam.
I was wondering. Do you still have those maps of the catacombs and tunnels under Paris?
From the Resistance? I must have.
- I haven't looked at those since the Yanks arrived. Why? - We wanna get Korda.
Korda? I'm sorry. You've come to the wrong place.
- Liam, you know what he is. - Precisely why I won't help you.
When I took my vows, I turned away from violence.
- What if an Immortal comes after you? - I trust in my faith.
How nonviolent was Jesus when he threw the moneylenders out of the temple?
- I'm sorry. I can't help you. - Why don't we put it in God's hands?
You think you're Michael Jordan?
All right, showboat.
Go for it.
Bravo.
All right. I'm Korda. What do I need?
Personal makeover? True.
Major counterfeiting operation. Lots of equipment.
Central distribution point. Juice.
Power plant. Ah. Oop.
Our secret. Yes. No need to get you-know-who involved with Immortals.
Hey. Hi. Hey.
Where'd you guys disappear to last night, huh? Amanda took me on a tour.
Oh, right. And that's a souvenir. Yeah.
Souvenir. Did you know that Nick is a crazy shopper,
like, shop, shop, shop, shop, shop. I love to shop.
Yeah. And that was just the Left Bank. He exhausted me.
Now he wants one of those Eiffel Tower pencil sharpener things.
Bizarre. Bye. Bye.
Thanks for the car, buddy.
- Good afternoon. - Oh.
I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I have a bit of an emergency.
Well, what can I do for you?
Well, you see, Doc,
I have this terrible pain in my neck.
Oh. Let me see.
And his name is Nick Wolfe.
Oh, I see you know the name.
I, uh-- I tried to save him, but there was nothing--
I'm afraid he died.
That is a pity... for you.
I swear it's the truth. He was too weak.
He'd lost too much blood.
Have you quite finished?
Sooner or later, you will tell me where I can find Nick Wolfe.
Don't underestimate my powers of persuasion.
I know.
It's at times like these that it's hard to find the words.
Now, write.
How much longer? I'll do my best, but it can't be rushed.
One mistake--
One mistake... and you're dead.
Wait a minute. You know what? I think we should go this way.
Uh, no. I think this way looks faster. What? Are you kidding?
No. You're reading the map upside down.
What are you doing in here? Huh?
Henri?
Nice place. No Korda.
Look at this.
The new euro dollar. In 100-dollar bills.
Who are you? The good guys. Who are you?
- Clement. - The engraver.
Let me guess. You work for Korda, right?
Cheer up. So we missed Korda. Again.
At least we shut the son of a bitch down.
Those bills. The paper. The ink. It was undetectable. A real piece of work.
A girl can dream. A girl can get 20 to life.
Uh-oh.
Looks like Korda's found us.
Looks like he found Myers.
- What is it? - Well, the good news is,
I think Myers is still alive.
What's the bad news? The bad news is, I have a date at midnight...
with one of my biggest fans.
We have a date.
He's still conscious. Very good.
You've obviously had training. Not really.
You guys just hit like little girls. That's all.
Do you know how much you have cost me?
I have a feeling you're gonna tell me. No. You are going to tell me.
I would like to know exactly how much you and your friends know about my other operations.
Could you be a little more specific, please? Oh, yes.
Rio. What? Carnival?
Vienna. Vienna?
Are you into choirboys?
You have been watching my place for weeks,
and then I trace Wolfe and Amanda back to you.
This is hardly a coincidence.
Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?
I'd say someone who didn't get much love as a child.
Enough!
It's late, and I have an important appointment with Amanda.
Perhaps you two can get something out of him.
Then again, perhaps not.
But try anyway.
No. Or as they say in France,Non, non, non.
He trained you how to fight. What makes you think you can beat him?
Well, I still have a few things to work out, but that's my problem.
Your problem is keeping Myers alive. Eight to five, he's being stashed at Sanctuary.
Amanda. I'll be careful if you'll be careful.
For luck. A girl can never have too much luck.
So, you ready to talk now?
You want me to talk? Give me a cigarette.
I'm sorry. I don't smoke. In my jacket, outside pocket, there's a golden case.
You can keep it.
This is not your lucky day, all right?
This is not your lucky day.
Good timing. You all right?
I could've handled this myself. You're welcome.
Where's Amanda? Come on.
Resistance is useless, Amanda.
Or have you forgotten everything I taught you?
You cannot win.
Let's see. Now, didn't I kill your girlfriend?
And I believe I took billions of dollars from you, more or less.
And it's only Wednesday.
You shouldn't confuse arrogance with intelligence.
Oh, is that what you call it?
All those years on holy ground, Korda? You weren't smart.
You were just a coward.
You see? I didn't forget.
Suppleness instead of force. Agility instead of strength.
Surrender instead of resistance.
Resistance is useless, darling.
Come and get me.
That's the idea.
Have you got any final words for your teacher?
Come to think of it, yes.
Class dismissed.
All right. You take the upper floors. I take the bar.
And we split the receipts of the bar 80/20.
We said 60/40.
Net. Gross.
But that's after expenses, darling.
You are a thief, Amanda. How about 70/30?
Done. All right.
I don't believe it. You guys actually bought this place?
You see, I've always wanted to own a bar,
and this place came up for auction when the owner died unexpectedly.
We got a hell of a deal. Oh, really? Let me guess.
There were only two bidders. I thought it might help you make up your mind.
About what?
Why don't I just let myself out?
Amanda, pleasure doing business with you, as always.
A tout a l'heure.
So you were saying?
He was just wondering if I'd stick around for a while, take over his European operation.
And? Nothing much to go back for. I'm thinking about it.
Wait a minute. You living upstairs? You living downstairs.
Never work. Never work.
You're right. We'd always just be running over each other. I never mind my own business.
And someone is always gonna be showing up with a sword. Other hand, this is holy ground.
You're right. You know, you are right, because we both could die tomorrow.
I guess it's just a matter of who you wanna spend your time with.
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