All language subtitles for Highlander S03E04

NARRATOR: He is immortal.

Born in the highlands of
Scotland 400 years

ago, he is not alone.

There are others like him.

Some good, some evil.

For centuries, he has battled
the forces of darkness, with

holy ground his only refuge.

He cannot die unless you
take his head, and

with it, his power.

In the end, there
can be only one.

He is Duncan McLeod--
the Highlander.

[theme music]

-So now I know why it's been
300 years between day jobs.

-I thought you being the head
of security for a rock star

would be would be right
up your alley.

-Just makes me wanna gag.

-Well, maybe some Chicago
blues would be

more to your liking?

-Hey, Joe!

-Hey, Mac!

Great to see you.

Great to see you.

-You seem in a good mood.

-Yeah, what's to be
unhappy about?

And who is this lovely lady?

-Ah, Joe, I want you
to meet Amanda.

Amanda, Joe Dawson.

-[INCREDULOUSLY] The Amanda?

You know, I've heard an
awful lot about you.

-[SNICKERING] I'll
bet you have.

I hear you're one of those
guys who likes to watch.

-It's uh, clinical.

For history.

We don't get involved.

-Well tell me, um, do you
watch us do everything?

-Only the things I can't
get arrested for.

-[giggling]

I like this guy.

-Hey!

Nice to see you.

-So when you coming back
down to Earth?

You wanna tell me
what's going on?

-Can't you tell?

The man's obviously in love.

-Really?

-With an art historian.

Her name is Lauren.

Met her at the library.

You know, it's funny-- you get
to a point in your life where

you feel that you missed
the train.

And then, boom!

The lightning strikes.

Look, I gotta go.

-Wait a minute, wait a minute.

When are we gonna meet her?

-Ah, not tonight, she's
working late.

She's doing some research at
the, uh, the Thorne Estate.

So I'm gonna meet her
at her place.

Anything you guys want,
it's on the house.

-So, that's a Watcher.

-What do you think?

-I think he's kind of cute.

-Really?

[dogs barking]

[thunder]

[whistling]

-Lauren?

Lauren?

Lauren!

Lauren!

No!

Lauren!

[SINGING] Love is just a gamble,
it's best you know

that 'fore you start.

You think you gonna beat the
dealer, oh boy, but ain't

nobody can.

You can fret and you can
worry, you can sit

right down and cry.

Ohhh!

You can sit right
down and cry.

You can search the round
world over, never

know the reason why.

-I can't imagine what
it's like for him.

We can be in love
a hundred times.

-Maybe.

-At least worth a chance.

-Here you go.

-Why, MacLeod?

I don't get it.

-Sometimes there's
no sense, Joe.

Things happen.

No reason.

-The police said she probably
surprised a burglar.

-That's a load of crap!

He was wearing a $2000 suit!

I didn't even get a look
at the bastard's face!

-You did what you could.

-Yeah, well that
was not enough!

Do you know what that
feels like?

-Yes.

-Do you?

-Yes, I do.

-Well, then do something
for me.

-Whatever you need.

-You help me find this
son of a bitch.

-You saw her?

-Well, it's like I
told the police--

she was here all day,
and she was

practically last one to leave.

-And there was nobody
with her?

-She seemed to be alone.

-She seemed to be?

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

-Are you sure there was
nobody around her?

Maybe somebody following her?

-Sir, Mr. Thorne's security
system is state of the art.

Monitors cover every inch
of the display area.

If there was something
going on, we would

have picked it up.

I'm sorry, mister.

-Thanks for your help.

-Sure.

-I'll get Amanda, we'll
get out of here.

Amanda?

-[WHISPERING] Come here!

Do you have any idea
what this is worth?

-You've gone straight,
remember?

-I was just looking.

Besides, did you see
these wall lasers?

This guy, Thorne, wants to keep
his stuff right where it

is.

-Yeah, but that doesn't
concern you, does it?

Let's get Joe and
get out of here.

-MacLeod?

MacLeod?

--of the Father, the Son, and
the Holy Ghost, I baptize you

int he name of Jesus
Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

[baby crying]

-Amen.

CONGREGATION [OFFSCREEN]:
Amen.

-My dear, Timothy
James Rayfield.

-Thank you, Father.

-Father, now he's blessed.

-Thank you.

Come, gather around.

This is a holy occasion.

It is also a joyous one
to be shared by all.

Out here with God's beautiful
bounty all round us.

-Afternoon, folks.

What's the occasion?

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
a baptism.

OUTLAW [OFFSCREEN]: you
was washin' him.

[neighing]

OUTLAW [OFFSCREEN]: Give
me the cross, old man!

Or I'm gonna put one right
between your eyes!

[gasp]

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Get back!

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Stand back.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
It's sacrilege!

-You've got three before
you meet St. Peter!

One!

Two!

three!

[screaming]

-Grab the cross!

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Easy, boy!

Easy, now!

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
We should get

help from Fort Wolf.

Come on, now.

-Whoa!

Is it worth your dying?

-The cross!

Get the cross!

God bless you.

You don't know what this
means to these people.

I carried this all the
way from the Vatican,

and to lose it now.

-But you did not.

-You've been shot.

-It is I nothing.

-I've seen men die of
infection for less.

-No, it's OK.

-There's no wound.

It's a miracle--

a miracle!

-Miracle?

-The cross.

The power of our Lord
has healed him.

Is there anything--

anything at all we can
do to repay you?

-You could get some whiskey.

I don't want to drink it.

You should pour some
on those cuts,

stop them from festering.

I headed for Fort Wolf.

Perhaps you could point me in
the direction of a hot bath?

-Little extra water, therre.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

[chimes]

-You here for me?

-Just passing through.

Name's Duncan MacLeod
of the clan MacLeod.

-John Dergan--

no clan.

I like it alone.

-Are you hunting?

-Just for beaver.

I'm a trader, MacLeod,
pure and simple.

-Good.

Then we have no argument.

-I'll be damned.

-You never seen a
cross before?

-I never seen one like that.

All that gold, wasted
on a priest.

Enough to make a man
take up religion.

-Who's your friend, MacLeod?

-I'm telling you, MacLeod, I'm
just not cut out to work for a

living.

-You hungry?

-Especially for some dancing
brassiere with an ego the size

of Detroit.

And I thought Elizabeth
the First was a bitch.

-You ever heard of an immortal
named Dergan?

-No, why?

-A long time ago, we argued over
that piece we saw in the

museum today.

-The cross?

Why?

Do you think it has something
to do with the murder?

-I don't know.

But I haven't heard of him
in over 100 years.

-Twenty dollars.

It took me two months
to trap those.

-How long it took isn't
my problem, mister.

-How about I make
it your problem?

-How much for these?

-Uh, the pants, uh, $3 and
those shirts are $2.

-Hey!

What about my money?

-I can wait.

-You have to sign the
bill of sale.

-Ah, you write it.

I'll make my mark.

-Oh, afternoon, Miss Welsley.

-Good afternoon, Mr. Billis.

The children and I
both thank you.

MR. BILLIS [OFFSCREEN]: Miss
Welsley is our teacher.

She's collecting for
the new school.

-Thank you, sir.

-It's you who should
be thanked.

-You know how to read
and write, don't ya?

-I learned.

-Personally, I never
saw no need.

Reading never killed
no beaver.

-Well, you're right about that.

Thank you.

-MacLeod!

You learn when you were a boy?

-I learned when I
was about 50.

-Was it hard?

-At first.

Then it got easier.

And worth your while.

Hello, Father.

-Hello, my friend.

-Father.

-You've all done very well
today, so class is dismissed.

See you all tomorrow.

-Bye, Miss Welsley!

-Hello, teacher.

Name's us, John Dergan.

Can I come in?

-It is late, Mr. Dergan.

-Ah, I'm 40-years old and
I can't read a lick.

He can't even sign my name.

-Come.

I've planned classes for the men
in the fort, but I've been

so busy collecting money
for the new school.

I think we can start
with this one.

-I think we'll start
with this!

Your school's gonna
have to wait!

-Joe?

Morning.

-You want some?

-It's-- it's a little early,
even for someone with my

constitution.

How about I buy you
some breakfast?

-I've uh, already eaten.

-Hmm.

Yeah, I been there.

It doesn't work fro
long, you know?

-Hmm.

Funny, you know, I could tell
you what an immortal in Spain

had for lunch 300 years
ago next Tuesday.

But I can't find out
who killed Lauren.

-There's always the police.

-Nah.

Cope will never find him.

They need things like
motive, witnesses.

She wasn't robbed.

She wasn't raped.

Someone just opened her
door and killed her.

[liquor pouring]

-I've lived a long time, Joe.

What goes around,
comes around.

-You really believe
that's true?

-I believe it should be.

You know those, uh, records
you keep on us?

How accurate are they, really?

-I'm sorry, but Mr. Thorne
doesn't see anyone, with or

without an appointment.

As his curator, I know as
much about the Cross of

St. Antoine as anyone.

For example, did you know that
it was commissioned--

-[INTERRUPTING] --in Byzantium
in 1091 by Emperor Alexis the

First to commemorate the
defeat of the Normans.

-Are you in the trade,
Mr. MacLeod?

-I was wondering if
it was for sale.

-It's not.

-Perhaps Mr. Thorne should
tell me that.

-As I told you, Mr. Thorne
doesn't see anyone.

Besides, that cross
is of tremendous

personal value to him.

-Old family heirloom?

-I couldn't say.

-I'm willing to make
a generous offer.

-Mr. Thorne is not
a tradesman.

He's a collector.

He never sells.

He only buys.

-That's clear enough.

Thank you.

Send my regards to
John Dergan.

-Who?

-John Dergan.

He's another collector.

I thought you and Mr. Thorne
might know of him.

-Never heard of him.

-Would you like some breakfast,
Mr. MacLeod?

-Good morning, Jonah.

No, thank you.

I have a long way to ride.

Where's Father Peter?

I was hoping to say goodbye.

-He's at the river
doing a baptism.

-A little early, is it not?

-Your friend said he couldn't
bear to face another sunrise

as a heathen.

-What friend?

The trapper, Mr. Dergan.

-Where on the river?

-I don't know.

If you don't like oatmeal,
I've got some biscuits.

-Hiyah!

Hiyah!

-Is this more to your
liking, my son?

-Just a little farther up
by the point, there.

-As you wish, but all of
this is God's kingdom.

Come.

Don't be nervous.

Kneel. my son.

Do you believe in God, the
Father Almighty, the creator

of heaven and earth?

-Sure.

Now, where's the other cross?

-This one will do
perfectly well.

Do you reject Satan?

-Do you have it with you?

-Always.

-I kind of had my heart set on
the other on, Father, please?

-Very well.

In the eyes of God, my son, is
the symbol, not the substance

that makes it priceless.

-Do you think I could hold it?

For inspiration?

It's more than beautiful.

-It has been touched
by the Lord.

It is His grace you feel.

All wonders come from heaven.

-I don't think heaven will be
helping you today, Father.

-Dergan!

[roaring]

-The cross!

-Don't try to speak.

-It belongs to the church.

Please!

-One day, I will return it.

-Swear!

-I swear.

I thought Dergan might be
Thorne's supplier, but when I

threw his name out, the only
thing I caught was air.

-Well, the last time anyone
saw Dergan was

over 120 years ago.

-Really?

And how do you know that?

-I went to see Dawson.

-I thought I told you to
keep him out of this?

-Well, since when do I do
everything you tell me to do?

Come on, MacLeod, somebody
he loved has been killed.

He wants to do something
about it.

You know how that feels.

[telephone ringing]

MacLeod.

Yes, I'm still interested.

That's fine.

That was the curator
from the museum.

Thorne wants to meet me.

And he's sending a car.

[chimes]

-Mr. Thorne is waiting
for you inside.

-Really?

[door closing]

-It's a depiction of the
Sermon on the Mount.

Hopefully, you appreciate
that, Thorne.

[roaring]

-Dergan!

-There is no John Dergan.

There hasn't been for years.

He died right after he
found that cross.

-Murdering a priest is an

interesting way to find
religion.

-I didn't find religion,
MacLeod.

I found art.

I found beauty.

It changed my life and
made me what I am.

-What exactly are you?

-Wealthy, powerful,
intellectual.

I deal with the finest
scholars and

artists of the age.

I studied for decades.

I speak nine languages,
including Latin and Greek.

This suit is crushed linen
I imported myself.

America is truly the land
of opportunity.

And nothing stands in my way.

-Especially Lauren Gale.

-Ah, the art historian.

She was very good.

She actually knew the history
on some of the pieces that

were procured through more
unusual channels.

-You mean, stolen.

-Really, MacLeod.

The Metropolitan in New York?

The Louvre in Paris?

Do you really think they
purchased those Roman and

Egyptian pieces from the
original owners,

or from grave robbers?

What makes them any
different than me?

-You kill people.

-I hardly kill anymore,
only the Gale woman

asked too many questions.

Everything I own is
a part of me--

especially the cross.

I sell nothing, and nothing
is ever taken from me.

-How about your head?

-I'm no longer in the game.

At least, until there's
only one other left.

-That's easier said than done.

Great really.

You'd be surprised how much
protection money can buy.

Now, we can live and let live,
or you can come for me, and

you can be dead when you
hit my doorstep.

Then I'd be happy to
make it permanent.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, I'm expecting a

call from the governor.

He wants me to be on
his arts council.

-You know, there's on thing
you're forgetting, Thorne--

or Dergan--

you put a pig in crushed linen--
even an educated one--

he's still a pig.

-Don't even try, MacLeod.

You'll never even get close.

-I need you to help me break
into the museum.

-You want me to what?

I knew you were up
to something.

For 300 years, you've been
telling me to go legit.

Now that I'm straight,
you want me to steal!

-You hate your job!

-That's not the point!

-And a good cause.

-Don't you look at
me like that.

No.

I'm retired.

You wouldn't ask an alcoholic
to take a

drink for a good cause.

Oh, my God!

-Ne's built a wall
around himself.

I can't get near him.

If we take the cross, then
he'll come to me.

-And maybe he'll
take your head.

-I can't do it without you.

-OK, on one condition.

-Name it.

-It's my show.

I'm in control, completely
in charge.

-Um--

-No negotiations.

Take it or leave it.

-I am your obedient servant.

-Damn, I like the
sound of that.

-Joe?

-So, what can I do for you?

-You all right?

-Yeah, don't worry about me.

Sympathy for Joe day is over.

I'm fine.

What?

Do you think I'm the only person
ever lost someone?

Come on, it happens
all the time.

-If that's how you see it.

If it's any consolation,
I found the guy.

He's one of us.

Name's Dergan.

-Nah, John Dergan died over
a hundred years ago.

-He didn't die, he reinvented
himself.

Calls himself Thorne.

-Armand Thorne, an immortal?

Well, why did he kill Lauren?

-Because she found something
in his collection--

something she shouldn't have.

-You can't kill him
with that, Joe.

-Look, I know!

But I can sure as hell slow
him down until I can!

-You won't get close
enough to use it.

Let me do this.

For both of us.

-Ugh!

Whew!

Right there.

-Do we really need
all this stuff?

-Yeah, tools of the trade.

-I remember when all you had
were two lock picks and a

crowbar.

-Well, you've got
a lot to learn.

The surveillance cameras and the
alarms are activated by a

laser beam.

-So where do we start?

-Ah, let's see.

With this.

Time to tie me up.

-Don't tempt me.

-Practice makes perfect.

Do it again.

-Again?

My arms are getting tired.

Maybe you should lose
some weight.

-Maybe you should start working
out more, MacLeod.

You're getting absolutely
puny.

-You know what you can
do with this stuff?

-Hey!

Who's the boss?

-I know what I'd like
to do with you, too.

-What did you say?

-Nothin'.

-Easy does it.

-Think I've got it.

-I'll let you know.

-Oh, sorry.

Again?

-[WHISPERING] Come on!

What is taking you so long?

-I couldn't get into
the damned harness.

-Why not?

I told you exactly how
to do it earlier.

-What do you mean you told
me exactly how to do it?

I spent most of my
time swinging you

from the dojo ceiling.

-Shut up, OK?

-What do you mean, shut up?

Don't tell me to shut up!

-We've got exactly
five minutes.

-Here.

Come on!

-Don't yell at me!

Come on!

What's wrong with you?

-What do you mean, what's
wrong with me?

-Where's the rope?

-The rope's in my hand!

Where do you think it is?

-Shut up!

Stop.

[spraying]

-See that?

That's a source beam.

You step on that,
the game's over.

-I'm not an idiot.

-No, but you're an amateur.

Four and a half minutes before
the guard checks this wing.

Let's take this.

-No!

-I'm in charge, and I say
we take this first!

-No!

We came for the cross.

Now, we've got four
minutes left.

Last one.

-I haven't done the
limbo in years.

-That's very funny.

You ready?

On the count of three.

One, two.

-You were--

-Magnificent?

-Magnificent!

-Yes, I was, thank you.

-Yes, you were.

-Oh, and you were wonderful,
yourself.

-For an amateur.

-Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I could make a decent thief
out of you yet, MacLeod.

-I don't think s--

I thought I told you to leave
the other stuff behind?

-But we had to make
it authentic!

-Authentic?

-Come on, MacLeod,
you loved it.

Tell me you loved it!

Fine champagne, a beautiful
evening, a bag full of

priceless treasures!

Oh!

Oh!

Doesn't it make your
heart just pound?

-Yes, just pound.

-Oh!

Oh.

-Here.

-Look at this.

To partners in crime.

How about just partners, then?

-Just partners.

-Mmm.

Guess the game's
over now, huh?

-It was never a game.

-It was fun while it lasted.

And now you face him.

-Yeah.

Tomorrow.

[telephone ringing]

-Yeah?

ARMAND THORNE [ON TELEPHONE]:
I'm impressed, MacLeod.

I didn't know you
had it in you.

I think you know you've made
me very, very angry.

-You want the cross,
come and get it.

ARMAND THORNE [ON TELEPHONE]:
I don't think so.

Every man has a weak point
in his defenses, MacLeod.

Beautiful things are mine.

Yours are even more fragile.

Say hello to your friend.

JOE DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]:
Kill him for me, Mac.

ARMAND THORNE [ON TELEPHONE]:
What do you say, MacLeod?

A fair exchange?

The cross for the mortal?

How much do you really
want it?

-Don't do it, MacLeod!

Fight this bastard!

-Shut up!

Shut it!

ARMAND THORNE [ON TELEPHONE]:
No, I think we'll

meet where I say.

Tonight.

-He's got Joe.

-Time to go, Mr. Dawson.

-Drop dead.

You know you'll never
get away with this.

-You think not?

I'm a well-known man in
this town, Mr. Dawson.

I doubt you'll be believed.

-It's not the police you'll
have to worry about.

-You mean MacLeod?

He'll try.

Combat is for barbarians.

The civilized man protects
himself.

-You're not civilized, Thorne.

You are a barbarian
in a better suit.

-Let's go.

-Move!

-So do you think Thorne will
do what he said and trade

Dawson for this stuff?

-He doesn't want my head,
or anyone else's.

He just wants his things back.

-So I guess the son of a bitch
wins this round, huh?

Just give it back and
walk away, right?

I said we just give it
back and walk away.

MacLeod?

What are you thinking?

-Good.

Wait outside.

It's perfectly safe.

After you.

Very good.

What are you hiding from?

We're on holy ground!

Where are you, MacLeod?

I can feel you.

JOE DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]:
Thorne!

Is this what this is about?

Tell me!

Is this what you killed
Lauren for?

For these-- these--

these things?

-No!

[roaring]

-Don't bother me
again, MacLeod!

-Not this time.

-MacLeod!

Then who the hell's in there?

-A friend-- something you
can't buy or steal.

-You're overreacting, MacLeod.

It's not worth dying for.

-I don't intend to.

[roaring]

[thunder]

-Argh!

Argh!

It's finished.

-Thank you.

-Joseph.

-You did what could be done.

There's nothing more.

-See you, Joe.

Time to go.

-I know.

-[SINGING] You think
you feeling lucky?

Then you draw a losing hand.

-Did you know he
could do that?

-No.

You know, it's funny.

The man knows more about me
than anyone else alive.

Yet, I hardly know anything
about him.

-[SINGING] You think you gonna
beat the dealer, oh boy, but

ain't nobody can.

-God, to sing like that.

He must have had a
hell of a life.

-Probably.

-Wanna ask him about it?

JOE DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]:
[SINGING] You can

fret and you can worry.

-Nah.

When he's ready,
he'll tell me.

-[SINGING] You can sit
right down and cry.

Uh-huh!

You can sit right
down and cry.

You can search the round
world over, never

know the reason why.

[theme music]