All language subtitles for witchblade_p1

SARA: New York City,
November 1 1, 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 [OVER PA]: 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, I... 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.

RockOn.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. I... 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. I...

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?

I... I don't know. I... 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.