All language subtitles for witchblade_p2

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 [OVER PA]: 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.