Original subtitles

[buzzing]

-Get him out of here.

-Aah!

-Charlie?

DAWSON NARRATING: He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

Born in 1592 in the highlands of Scotland

and he is still alive.

He is Immortal.

For 400 years he's been a warrior, a lover, a wanderer,

constantly facing other Immortals in a

combat to the death.

The winner takes his enemy's head, and with it his power.

I am a Watcher, part of a secret society of men and

women who observe and record but never interfere.

We know the truth about Immortals.

In the end there can be only one.

May it be Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: It's private, MacLeod.

It's got nothing to do with you.

-You let me decide that.

Since when did you start shooting from cover, Charlie?

-It's not what you think.

-I'm listening.

-For what?

To hear me say I'm sorry?

It's done.

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: To hear why.

-Because the son of a bitch deserved it, that's why.

It was a righteous action.

-Hey, it doesn't go away that easy, man.

-Look, MacLeod I did it.

And I'll take the heat.

Now if you want to call the cops, I'm here.

-I'm not going to turn you in.

But if you're in some sort of trouble, I'll--

-There's nothing I can't handle.

-You can't handle this one, Charlie.

-I already have.

[music on car radio]

-Turn that crap off!

-No problem, Sergeant.

[music turns off]

-Do I know you?

[SINGING IN CADENCE] I don't know but I been told, Good

Marines, they don't grow old.

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

-Vietnam, sir.

You trying to tell me you don't remember Thien Duc?

-SINGING CADENCES] If I die me.

-If I die don't bury me.

-Stay in Bravo Company.

-Stay in Bravo Company.

I don't know but I've been told--

-My platoon.

-Yeah.

-Boy Scout, is that you?

Joe Dawson.

I'll be damned.

Outstanding!

DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: It's been a long time since anyone

called me Boy Scout, Sarge.

-Boy Scout!

-Me?

-Yeah, you.

Follow me.

[coughing and yelling]

-They need some help.

[woman screaming]

-Help!

Help!

SOLDIER [OFFSCREEN]: Whatcha' got over there, buddy?

-Hey, come on!

Put 'em down on the other side there.

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Help!

Help!

-Move it, fellas.

Move it!

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: [SCREAMING] You go home!

Go home!

Go home!

-Follow me.

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: No!

Help me!

Aah!

Help me!

-Butler!

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: No!

No more!

-Wait for me outside.

-No!

No more hurt!

No more hurt!

No.

-No, no, no.

No, no.

See?

No, hurt.

See?

See?

Joe, what have you got in your pockets?

-Some rations, chocolate, maybe a couple of bucks.

-Give it to her.

Now!

-No, no.

No!

-Where did you that?

-It fell off a truck.

See?

See?

Rolex, $3,000.

-No money!

Me no wicky-wicky girl!

Me tell!

Me tell everybody!

-Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, but

you're not going to report him.

-Yes, yes!

Me tell!

-Go find me a radio or something.

-Maybe I should get the Lieutenant.

-Maybe you could do what I tell you.

-No, no.

-One way or another, we're going to make a deal.

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: No!

Help!

-Jesus, Andy!

What the hell did you do?

-What I had to.

She would have had him court-martialed.

-He should have been court-martialed.

-Butler's scum, but he's one of our scum.

-He raped that woman, man.

Damn it!

We're supposed to help these people, not kill them!

-We're supposed to stay alive.

And the only way you do that is take care of your own, no

matter what.

-We can't do crap like that.

-No matter what!

Look around you.

Look around.

They want us like they want another dose of the clap.

All we got is each other.

SOLDIER [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, Butler, are you in love yet?

-Ugh!

-We got snipers!

We have incoming!

Move it, move it!

-Hold your ground!

SOLDIER [OFFSCREEN]: Get down, get down!

No, no, get in.

Sarge!

Sarge!

-[IN SLOW MOTION] Come on, Andy!

-[IN SLOW MOTION] He's dead!

Let's go!

Move out, let's go!

Come on!

SOLDIER [OFFSCREEN]: Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go, move it out.

Move it out!

Let's go.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

[grunting]

-No!

[screams]

-Sweet Jesus!

You're dead!

-Does this look like heaven?

You got no expectations, Joe?

-Christ, I'm dying too!

-Shh!

Keep your mouth shut, all right?

You're gonna be OK.

-You're dead.

-Look, you're in shock, all right?

You took a mine.

-No way.

I saw you.

I checked your pulse.

You're dead.

-And you're a pain in the ass, Boy Scout.

All right?

Now just hold it.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

You look good.

-Hmph.

-Better than the last time I saw you.

-Yeah.

No, I got old, Sergeant.

You look good.

-Well, yeah, you know, n--

not bad for someone who just got clipped.

-Clipped?

Right through the pump, Andy.

[scoffs]

-Do I look like I just got dusted?

-It's OK.

I know what you are.

I know about Immortals.

-That's a hell of an ice breaker.

DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: Ain't it though?

You got any idea who that shooter was?

-Could have been anybody.

I got a lot of past, Joe--

things accumulate.

-Yeah.

-Must be, uh, pretty much the same for your friend.

-Duncan MacLeod.

A very good friend, Andy.

The best.

[sigh]

-But don't worry, I know how to keep a secret.

-Ha!

Semper fi.

You always were a Boy Scout, Joe.

[chuckling]

DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: Mud, those damn leeches everywhere--

and that carried me on his back 16

miles through the jungle.

I owe him my life.

-I understand, Joe.

-He's be really pissed if he knew I came to talk to you

about this.

I just want you to know that he didn't come for you.

He's--

he's just passing through.

-Fine.

If he's not looking for me, I'm not looking for him.

-That's good.

I just don't want there to be any accidental encounters.

-Joe, I'm not looking for him.

-Thank you, my friend.

Oh, yeah, By the way, what happened to that sniper?

-He got away.

-That's good.

Poor bastard doesn't know who he's taking on.

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, don't let me interrupt, man.

-Well, I just finished, Charlie, unless you're here

for a workout?

-Oh, no no.

Yesterday was enough for me.

Uh, I'm a little rusty.

-Well, hard to argue with that.

-Look, MacLeod, it's, uh, it's not so easy coming here, man.

-This is your home, Charlie.

Always will be.

-Yeah, well, uh, it's changed.

I don't know, uh, something's different.

-Maybe it's not the place.

-Look, MacLeod, something's going on.

Look, I called the cops, I went to the newspapers, I even

went out to the airport, and they all me the same thing.

Nobody died.

-Well, maybe you just winged him.

-No.

I put him down, MacLeod.

I put one in his heart.

I don't get it.

-No, I don't get it, Charlie.

Why did you do it?

-It's Mara.

-What happened to her?

Charlie, what happened to her?

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: No!

[crying]

-What?

-We had to break off the attack, Charlie.

We lost 40 men.

-That's not possible.

We have them flanked.

We had the high ground.

The tactics were right.

-Don't blame yourself.

[scoffs]

-Look, I sent them, Mara.

The raid was my idea.

I screwed up!

-No, love.

It wasn't you.

It was the Kalashnikovs.

-What are you talking about?

-The rifles--

the goddamn rifles we're no good, and the

ammunition was worse.

And now they're dead.

40 men Charlie, 40 men.

-Look, the one thing the Russians know

is how to make rifles.

They don't screw up.

[side conversations]

-It was Cord.

It was Cord.

He sold us crap--

imitations.

Cheap imitations.

-Why?

-For money.

-Is it possible he didn't know?

-Oh, no.

He knew, all right.

Where is he?

-He's in his hotel room, waiting for

the rest of his money.

-Ha!

-What are you doing?

-I'm gonna make sure he get paid.

-All right.

Let's go.

-No.

This one I'm going to do myself.

[side conversations]

-Hey, bright eyes.

Hell of a firefight you had out there.

You guys lost a lot of good men.

-You should know.

You killed them.

-It's not my fault your men can't shoot straight.

-They can shoot.

Your damn rifles wouldn't fire!

-Take it up with quality control.

-How could you do this to our men?

-Not our men, sweetheart.

Your men.

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: Cord?

-Bastard!

Son of a bitch!

-Mara, Mara, Mara.

I am absolutely perturbed to hear you say

something like that.

But seeing that I'm a good soul, I'll just forget about

it and take my money and leave.

-You'll collect nothing.

-You want to play?

Fine!

I bet that Beretta in your hand has never been used.

You see, it's one oh mine.

It won't fire.

[gunfire]

-Mara?

Oh, you're dead.

-Sorry, Charlie.

I have a reputation to think of.

Damn!

-We trusted him, and he killed her.

-Charlie, I understand what you're going through, but you

have to forget about Cord.

-If you think I'm going to forget about him, you don't

know squat.

Look, just tell me, did you see me take Cord down, or not?

-You didn't kill him.

-I--

-I'm your friend.

-Sure.

Later.

-Hey, Mac.

A little early in the day for you, isn't it?

-Yeah.

Um, I'm looking for Cord.

[sigh]

-I thought you said you were going to let him be.

We had an understanding.

-We still do.

I need to talk to him.

I want you to arrange a meeting.

[sigh]

-You know, I don't know if I can do that.

-You're the only one that can.

[sigh]

-Don't put me in this position, Mac.

-Joe, it's just to talk.

I know he saved your life.

-He did more than that.

-All right, easy with him.

-Yeah, I got him.

Over here.

SOLDIER [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah, just put him right there.

-Gotcha.

DOCTOR [OFFSCREEN]: Nurse, get an IV started on him, stat.

NURSE [OFFSCREEN]: Doctor, doctor it's Dawson.

He's coming around.

-Um--

This pain is killing me.

Where am I?

-Phu Sai, a field hospital.

You were brought in four days ago, son.

-Right.

I remember.

Andy brought me--

Sergeant Cord.

Who are you?

-Hank Weldon.

I'm the resident shrink.

And yes, somebody staggered in and dropped you off here, but

it wasn't anybody named Cord.

-What are you talking about?

Cord, Sergeant Andrew Cord.

-The only Cord with this unit is dead.

A couple of guys brought in his tags.

-You don't spend 16 miles on a guy's back and not know who he

is.

-You took a heavy hit, son.

It's normal to be a little confused.

-I don't know what the hell you people are up to, but, I

mean, can't you give me something for my legs?

-It's called Phantom Limb Syndrome.

Sometimes the pain continues even after

a limb's been amputated.

-Oh, no.

Aw, Jesus, no!

No!

[helicopter noise]

IAN [OFFSCREEN]: Joe?

-Go to hell.

-If you've got a minute, I wouldn't mind talking to you.

I came to talk about Sergeant Cord.

-I wasn't out of my head and I don't need

another damn shrink.

And brought me here.

-I have no doubt about that.

Ian Bancroft.

And I'm no shrink.

DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: They keep telling me he was killed.

-You're right, Joe.

It was Cord who brought you in.

And he was killed back in that village.

-Take it somewhere else.

I don't need this crap.

What the hell's that?

-It's a symbol.

It means I belong to an

rganization called the Watchers.

-Watching who?

-Those that can't die, like Sergeant Cord.

-Andy Cord--

-Died.

You saw him.

You were there.

You know it's true.

He's an Immortal.

-This can't be real.

-It's real.

Who are they?

Why are they here?

Biggest questions on earth, Joe.

That's why we watch.

Why we record their lives.

Why we don't interfere.

You could belong or you could say no.

You could go on with your life.

I could just fade away, and you'd wonder whether this ever

really happened.

If it wasn't for Andy Cord, I wouldn't have this, I wouldn't

know you, I might not even be alive.

-You know, no one knows more about me than you.

But about Joe Dawson, I don't really know a thing.

-Yeah.

You never asked.

And even if you had, I don't know if I'd have told you.

When you've got a secret, uh, you get in the habit of not

opening up.

-Yeah, I know.

-Ha!

We gotta talk more often.

-Joe, about Cord--

the sniper at the airport was Charlie DeSalvo.

-Charlie's in the Balkans.

-Not anymore.

-Well, why would he want to shoot Cord?

-That's why I want to talk to Cord--

for Charlie's sake.

It's just a talk.

You have my word.

[sigh]

[paintball shot]

-Ugh!

Damn!

-Ugh!

-Ugh!

-Ugh!

-Yeah!

Outstanding!

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: He's got the flag.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Come on, maybe next time.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: You're on.

I killed four.

-And I can't believe you still think this is fun.

-It's poetry, Joe.

Poetry of war.

-Knocking off a bunch of yuppie rabbits?

It isn't really fair, is it?

-Nah, but the rabbits don't know it.

[snickering]

-Andy, I still need an answer.

-This MacLeod, how well do you really know him?

-Lie I said, he's a friend.

-And the shooter?

What's the story on him?

[sigh]

-Got a lot of friends, Joe.

A regular Sesame Street over here.

-Believe me, he just wants to work something out.

-OK, Joe.

A friend of yours is a friend of mine.

We'll meet.

We'll work something out.

-OK.

-How long you been playing, Joe?

-Ah, since I was a kid.

Of course, after Vietnam I kinda had a lot

of time on my hands.

[sigh]

-Don't worry, he's going to be here.

He keeps his word.

-It's gonna be fine, you know.

I just want to talk.

-Yeah.

I just wish that I had set this meeting up, uh, in a

church, or on holy ground somewhere.

At least that would keep you two from killing each other.

[sigh]

-Hey, what are you doing here?

-I thought I was welcome.

-Um, Charlie, this isn't a good time.

Uh, well, I can't explain, but you gotta go.

-Seems to be a lot you can't explain, MacLeod.

Look, you got a program?

Am I part of it?

What?

-Not now, Charlie.

Come on.

-Hey, if you guys had just told me what went down at the

airport, I wouldn't be here right now.

Hey, Joe.

What's going on, man?

[sigh]

-Look, tonight, Charlie.

You come back later tonight, I'll tell you anything you

want to know.

-It's a little late for that.

[buzzing]

-Son of a bitch!

-No, Charlie, no!

Let it go!

Let it go!

-Aah!

Get out of my face, MacLeod.

What the hell's going on?

What's he doing here?

-They're old friends.

They have a history from way back.

-And you?

What the hell are you doing hanging with Cord?

-That's not what's going on!

-He killed Mara!

-And he'll kill you too, if you go after him.

-[sigh]

You don't know that.

-I do know that.

I know exactly that, Charlie.

There are things about him you don't know.

You have to stay away from him!

Damn it, man, you're my friend.

I'm trying to keep you alive.

-What the hell do you expect me to do, MacLeod?

Walk away?

Forget her?

-Look--

-Uh, pretend it didn't even happen?

-Give me a chance to straighten this out with Cord.

A couple of days.

-Straighten what out?

There's only one way to settle this.

-Not today.

Please, Charlie, for me.

-OK.

Not today.

[paintball shot fired]

-Come on!

Dead!

-OK, man, you got me.

I give.

Ugh!

Hey, man, I said, I give.

-Sorry.

-What's with this guy?

-Must have been the wind.

-Hey!

Damn it!

What's your problem?

-Goddamn it!

-Hey, lighten up, Andy.

It's a game.

-I want to set up another meeting with MacLeod.

But this time, not at your place.

-Why?

Aw, damn it.

You gave me your word.

This is not about MacLeod.

it's about Charlie.

-Not anymore.

Come on, Joe.

You know about us.

We're all after each other.

-It doesn't have to do be like that.

-Grow up, Joe.

That's the way it is.

-He is my friend.

-And what am I?

I saved your life.

I carried you 16 freaking miles on my back.

I own your ass.

-I owe you my life, not his.

[pacing]

-You gonna lay it out or wear a hole in my floor?

[sigh]

-Everything's wrong.

Just that everything is wrong.

-So he does want me?

-Not at first.

It was Charlie.

But now, I don't know.

-Well, that's not the first time someone's come looking.

If he wants me, I'm here.

-Mac, I've never asked you for anything, but will you do this

one thing for me?

[sigh]

I don't know.

Can ya-- can ya just go away for a few days and let me talk

to him.

-Joe, I'm not going to hide.

It doesn't work that way for me.

-It's not about hiding.

I mean, you are my friends, both of you.

Let me work this out.

-We work it out ourselves.

You knows that.

-Damn it, don't do this to me!

-I'm not doing this to you.

[buzzing]

-Stay here.

-Mac, please!

-Joe Dawson thinks he owes you.

-Good old Boy Scout.

He does.

-Then walk away.

We don't have to do this.

-Well, I'm afraid we have a little situation here.

You see, I went to a lot of trouble

flushing out old Charlie.

-You wanted him to come for you?

-Well, let's see.

-He finds me, I find him.

-He doesn't know what you are.

You can let him go.

-Come on, MacLeod, he's a lot like us.

We don't walk away.

En garde.

-Missed.

Let it go.

Joe Dawson just saved your life.

You're even, so long as you stay away from Charlie.

-For the Boy Scout.

-Now get the hell out of here.

-Ah, it's, uh, it's just you and me, Charlie.

-OK.

Thanks for coming down.

Listen, can I, uh, buy you a drink?

-No.

I always thought you were a stand-up guy, Joe.

Now MacLeod tells me you and Cord got history.

What's that about?

-He's my friend.

-We've got nothing to talk about.

-No, no, no.

We got a lot to talk about.

Here.

You make a lot of friends over there, Charlie?

I mean, guys you'd trust your life to?

-A couple.

-Say you were dug in, in a hooch, up to your ass in swamp

water, just praying to God the choppers come, because

otherwise they're gonna send you home in a bag.

Somebody covers for you, he's your brother, no

matter who he is.

It's forever.

-Cord?

-I'm asking you Charlie, please leave him alone.

-I can't do that.

-He'll kill you.

-Everybody keeps saying that.

Thanks for the drink.

-Everybody comes to Joe's.

[MOCKINGLY] Chaaarlie--

come to play.

You're a good soldier, and a brother.

And I don't like to kill brothers.

-Kiss my black ass, man.

[grunts]

-Ooh, Charlie, that was nifty?

MacLeod teach you that?

Please, entertain me for a while.

Son of a bitch!

That was good.

-Aah!

-Say goodbye to MacLeod for me.

-Ugh!

-Oh, yeah, say hello to Mara.

That must have hurt.

-Joe, are you here?

I need to talk to you.

[buzzing]

-Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie, hang on.

-Forget it MacLeod.

-I'll get some help.

Hang on, man.

-MacLeod!

We both know it's too late.

-Easy.

Oh, man, I don't get it.

He should be dead.

-You can't kill him, Charlie.

You never could.

Cord is immortal.

-He's what?

-I promised I'd tell you the truth one day.

Cord is immortal.

So am I.

-I always knew there was something

weird about you, MacLeod.

Now it all starts to fit.

Don't suppose you could spare some, could ya?

-I wish I could told you, man.

-So there was no way I could have killed

that son of a bitch.

-No way.

-But I can.

-Nice place you got here.

-It'll do.

Who sent ya?

-Nobody.

I just was looking for a place to work out.

-Well, I'd like to help you boys out, but this is a

private club, invitation only.

-Well, so invite me.

-Hey, now that's better.

-You're pushing your luck.

-Maybe.

But one day, I'm going to find out what you're all about.

[gunfire]

-I saw you take one in the heart.

What in God's name are you?

-It's hard to explain.

-I want you to tell me--

before I die, MacLeod.

-You're not gonna die, Charlie

-You walk pretty close to the edge, MacLeod.

What are you hiding?

-You don't want to know, Charlie.

Some of the people that found out aren't around anymore.

Hey, Charlie, be safe.

-You know it.

-Where is he, Joe?

Charlie's dead!

I let him go and he killed Charlie.

Now where is he?

-Watch you step, you're in my camp now.

You should have killed me, MacLeod.

-It's not too late!

CORD [OFFSCREEN]: Reconnoiter, that's the key.

I scouted this place especially for us!

-Ugh!

Ugh!

It's not that bad.

-I'm not done yet.

-Come on.

-Search and destroy, little snake.

Whoo!

Hiya!

Come on!

Damn.

Outstanding.

-I'm not done yet.

[sigh]

-I don't know what to say.

This never should have happened.

Never.

I'm responsible.

-Charlie is dead because I let Cord live.

-Aw, Mac.

-I let you get between us, Joe.

I should have.

You and I, we're different.

We got too close.

-But we're friends, Mac.

-We're different.

There's a reason we stay apart.

We crossed a line.

-So that's it, huh?

We just walk away?

-I am immortal.

[sigh]

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]