All language subtitles for Highlander S06E10

[humming]

[gunshot]

[machine gun firing]

[gunshots]

-Oh, Kate.

-I know, I know, I know.

-Drop the gun.

-Why?

-Because if you don't, I'll
kill your girlfriend.

-Wait.

Let me get this straight.

Either I drop my gun
or you shoot her?

-You got it straight.

Drop the gun.

Now.

I mean it.

I'll kill the bitch.

-OK.

Shoot her.

-I mean it.

Drop the gun.

Are you hard of hearing?

Drop it.

-Hey.

If you're going to
do it, do it.

He's not going to do it.

-I said drop it now.

-I haven't got all day, pal.

Come on.

You're going to shoot
her, shoot her.

Let's go here.

-One more time.

Drop the gun.

-Tell you what.

Hell, I'll do it.

[gunshot]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

-Don't.

[gunshot]

-Now I've done it.

[gasps]

-Oh god.

-Well, Mindy, you
get to home now.

-Thanks.

-It's our pleasure.

Oh by the way, this was a brand
new blouse, you know.

Armani.

-Return it.

-And how am I going to
explain the hole?

-Moths.

-You're going to pay for this.

-Um, I'll let you take
it out on trade.

-[IN UNISON] This way.

-No, this is the way.

-No.

I distinctly remember this
being the way out.

-I told you it was this way.

-Oh please.

Don't start rubbing it in.

I always have a better
sense of direction.

NARRATOR: 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

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.

[theme music]

-Baby.

Oh, my little baby.

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, let me look at you.

-I'm all right, Daddy.

-It's OK.

It's OK now.

You're safe now.

We take you home.

I just want to thank these
nice people, sweetheart.

Our family would like to offer
you a small token of its

appreciation.

-I--

no.

Look you got your
daughter back.

Let's just leave it at that.

-I'm not used to doing business
with people who

refuse my money.

-We're not in business,
Caruso.

We took the job because your
kid was in trouble.

-So thanks but no thanks.

-For expenses.

-He owes me a blouse.

-You got style.

I'll give you that.

And whether you like it
or not, I owe you.

-Bye, Mr. Caruso.

[moaning]

NICK [OFFSCREEN]: This is
physically impossible.

OK, I give up.

I said I give up.

Uncle.

Uncle.

KATE [OFFSCREEN]: Yes.

[moaning]

-Where the hell did you
learn that from?

-Have you ever heard
of the Kama Sutra?

-Yeah.

You read it?

-Read it?

I modeled for the drawings.

-You're kidding.

-Hold on tight.

-Warm hand.

-I can feel your heart.

Which reminds me, you never got
your cholesterol checked.

-Now you want to talk about
my cholesterol?

-Well, you promised
me you'd do it.

-I've been a little
busy lately, in

case you haven't noticed.

Had business in New York.

Caruso's gonna light
them today.

Where are we next week?

Berlin?

-I want to keep you around
for a little while.

-What?

-I love you.

-I love you too.

-OK.

Give.

-Mm?

-What's going on?

-Something's up.

-Nothing's up.

-Nothing.

-That's right.

-And you're not lying to me?

-Why would I lie to you?

-You tell me.

-Look, everything's fine.

Can we go to bed now?

-Sure.

I'll pick up the tickets
tomorrow.

-What tickets?

-The Bahamas, remember?

Couple of days on the beach,
couple of dozen pina coladas.

Starting to ring a bell here?

-I can't, not this weekend.

-No kidding.

-I've got a little business
to attend to.

It'll take a few days
to wrap it up.

-It'll take us.

-Hm?

-Take us a few days
to wrap up.

-No, no, no.

Not this time.

-Another immortal?

KATE [OFFSCREEN]: It's late.

-I don't care.

I hate this crap, Kate.

-Good night.

-Did you hear me?

-I love you.

-What we're talking about are
the children of the world.

There is a battle going on that
humanity cannot lose.

We must pray more.

We must do more.

We must give more.

We have no choice.

Even as we speak, three cargo
planes are being loaded with

food and medical supplies.

Sisters, this is a great day for
us and for the children.

We must never forget
the children.

-Mission for kids my ass.

I'd like to see Bartholomew.

-If you mean Mr. Bartholomew--

-Fine.

I'd like to see Mr.
Bartholomew.

I--

I'm afraid his schedule's
quite full.

Is he expecting you?

-Only for the past 700 years.

[buzzer sounds]

-Um, wait.

No, wait.

You can't go in there!

Emergency, there's a woman
heading out Exit A.

-Excuse me.

Do we have an appointment?

-Think hard.

[screaming]

-Where the devil have
you been, girl?

This is no time to
be running about.

-How is she doing, Berta?

-Her fits are coming stronger
and faster.

-If we can't calm the brain
fever, I think we'll lose her

and the child.

Get some of this down.

-What is that?

-Yellowroot and St. John's
wort from the forest.

-Yellowroot?

You're trying to
kill her, then.

-We don't have much time.

Berta, you must trust me.

Come on.

Drink, drink.

That's it.

That's it.

Good girl.

-All of it.

She needs all of it.

-Come on, love.

More.

Have more.

There, that's it.

That's it.

Oh, dear--

dear Lord, please.

-Yellowroot is poison.

How--

how did you know that it
would calm the fits?

-Oh, it's nothing.

It's just something I remember
from when I was a child.

-Five years ago, you--

you came to me to learn the
healing arts, but I think I've

learned more from you
than you from me.

You're the true healer,
Katherine.

Me?

I--

I'm just an old woman who--
who knows a few remedies.

-No, Berta.

You gave me a home.

You made me part of your life,
part of your village.

When I came to you, I was--

I was alone and weary.

You healed me in more ways than
you could ever imagine.

-Here.

I want you to take this.

-Me?

Berta, no.

I couldn't.

-It's time the village
acknowledged its real healer.

-No.

A healer's not the one that
knows the most recipes for

potions, Berta.

It should be the one that has
the most love to give.

That will always
be you, Berta.

-Hear me, my brothers
and sisters.

Hear me.

I come before you with the
words of the Lord.

Pray, pilgrims.

God has sent me to
your village.

The day of judgment
is at hand.

We must wrest Christendom's
holy places from the blood

crazed infidels.

It is God's will that
we fight for him.

Through me, all who march on
Jerusalem shall be blessed by

the Holy Spirit.

They will attain glory in this
life and paradise in the next.

It is to him that we pray--

-Who is he?

-Brother Bartholomew.

They say he's an agent
of the pope.

-I beseech you to join the
baron in his holy quest.

-A quest for death?

Is it not true that thousands
perish on the journey alone?

-Who are you to question
God's will?

-I am not speaking to God.

I'm speaking to you.

-Any who die on this holy quest,
either on the journey

or in battle, shall have all
their sins remitted.

-By you?

-None of you shall be denied
the opportunity to give to

this most sacred cause.

In his name and for your
souls, I go to

do the Lord's work.

-Read it for me, Katherine.

-It says--

oh, this can't be.

-What?

What does it say?

-By order of the Baron,
half of the coming

harvest will be tithed.

-Half?

No!

But we'll starve.

-No one will starve.

-What will we do?

-We will not pay the tithe.

-But it is his Lordship's
command.

-It's outrageous, and I for
one do not believe this is

God's will.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: I agree.

Doesn't force his people
into such trouble.

-Wear this proudly.

Take courage from the Lord.

Wear this proudly.

Take courage from the Lord.

Wear this proudly.

Take courage from the Lord.

Wear this with pride.

Take courage from the--

KATHERINE [OFFSCREEN]: I must
speak to the Baron.

-Go.

Leave the peasant woman to me.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Yes, my Lord.

-Go!

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Y-- yes, sir

-The Baron is otherwise
engaged.

-Surely even you must see that
this tithe is excessive.

-I see no such thing.

-But the people cannot possibly
survive the demands

such as this without
starving to death.

Is that what his Lordship
wishes?

Is it?

How many men and women
must die to line your

pockets with gold?

-Who are we to question
God's will?

-Let us see what God's
will really is.

-So be it.

-'Tis fortunate we came along.

-Thank you, my lords.

She must have been a which.

-Huh, no doubt.

No doubt.

I need your guidance on
a matter of state.

-Make sure she's well buried.

-Your forgiveness does you
credit, unless you're afraid

she might rise from the dead.

Dispose of her.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Yes, my lord.

-Come along.

-Now I remember.

-I thought you might.

-As you can see, I'm
otherwise engaged.

Shall we meet for lunch?

-Sounds wonderful.

-My car's on level one.

Say noon?

-I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

-Neither would I. Oh, sisters.

The Lord moves in
mysterious ways.

NUNS [OFFSCREEN]: Amen.

-Love your coat.

-Picked it up in Hong Kong
on my last holy mission.

-Holy mission, right.

Did you take the yacht
or the Lear jet?

-I owe my life to the generosity
of others.

-I'm sorry I'm not
so generous.

-Faith, hope, and charity.

These are my weapons now.

-Spare me.

-I don't think so.

-What happened to faith,
hope, and charity?

-Meet Mr. Faith, Mr. Hope.

Charity has the day off.

Do it.

-What's this?

-He's got a gun.

-Get in!

[gunshots]

[tires screeching]

-Ah well.

Here's to the next.

-Nick.

-You're welcome.

-What the hell are
you doing here?

-I felt like a weekend
in Paris.

-Did you follow me?

-No.

I just happened to
be passing by.

Caruso told me where
you were, OK?

[dog barking]

-Yeah, well all I can
say is that Senor

Caruso has a big mouth.

-What am I, blind?

Think I didn't see him
slip you that note?

-Honey, listen.

If I would have needed your
help, I would have asked you

for your help.

-Were we in the same place?

I just saved your ass.

-Come on.

I had everything
under control.

I was fine.

-Right.

Two guys with guns,
one with a sword.

I could tell you had
the situation

completely under control.

Who is he?

-You don't need to know that.

-Who is he, Kate?

-His name is Bartholomew.

-Wait.

Let me guess.

You've been searching for him
for a zillion years, and now

that you found him, you're going
to have to kill him.

How am I doing here?

-Don't do that.

-What?

-Piss on something you
don't understand.

-Let's go, let's go.

Pick it up.

All right.

-Will you not reconsider,
Brother Bartholomew?

-My place is with my
fellow pilgrims.

-Marching to Jerusalem.

You set a fine Christian example
for the rest of us.

By my word, the pope shall
hear of this directly.

-My lord is too kind.

Before I leave, the small
matter of the tithe.

-Ah, the peasants
refuse to pay.

-They blame you for the
death of their healer.

-That witch who attacked you?

-Something must be done.

-Yes, yes.

-And soon.

The King would not look kindly
upon a rebellion, even less

kindly upon a lord who allowed
his peasants to run amok.

-You are wise in such things.

Counsel me.

-Well, firstly, I think an
example must be made.

-An example, yes.

[gasps]

-No!

No!

No!

Berta!

Berta!

Berta!

No!

No!

No!

BERTA [OFFSCREEN]: I want
you to take this.

It's time the village
acknowledged its real healer.

You're the true healer,
Katherine.

I'm just an old woman who--
who knows a few remedies.

-I tracked that bastard halfway
across Europe, but he

managed to fake his death before
reaching the holy land.

Over the years, I'd
get a line on him.

When there was a war, a
famine, he'd be there.

I'd hear about how he was
raising money to save the

suffering, or crusading to
provide for refugees, the lost

souls of the world.

But in reality, it was
mostly going to his

favorite charity, himself.

The bastard was cleverly
hiding the

cash he'd ripped off.

-And now he's in Paris running
the same old scam.

-Nothing changes.

People are still dying, and
that son of a bitch keeps

raking in the millions.

-I say we get a line
on the money first.

-No.

I don't want his money.

I want his head.

-That's very big of you.

I wonder if that's what
the kids want.

You know, the ones he's
stealing from?

-I hate you.

-That money could feed a lot of
babies, but if you want to

kill him, kill him.

-I really hate you.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-How much do you hate me?

-I really, really hate you.

-And crew still on the,
um second floor.

-Excellent.

There's got to be some hidden
files, maybe a whole directory

in here somewhere.

KATE [OFFSCREEN]: Look,
if you've got a better

idea, I'm all ears.

Besides, Bartholomew was
never very subtle.

Aha.

-I don't believe it.

Well done.

-Not bad, right?

-You've got an unscheduled
arrival.

Move.

Go!

MAN [OFFSCREEN]:
OK, roger that.

Let's move it up, sixth floor.

-Let's go.

-Let's go.

-Damn it.

-It's encrypted.

-Yeah.

-Figures.

-My turn.

-Be my guest.

-Well, you said he wasn't
big on subtlety.

-Head that way.

-No way.

Come on.

I can't believe you.

God, no wonder I fell
in love with you.

-Look at this.

-Got this son of a bitch.

Stocks, bonds.

NICK [OFFSCREEN]: And
you were worried.

-Holy--

-Police!

Freeze!

[whistling]

-No outstanding warrants.

Records clean.

In fact--

my, my.

What's this?

Commendation.

No, actually, two official
commendations for services

rendered in the apprehension
of--

et cetera, et cetera,
et cetera.

Next thing I know, you'll be
helping little old ladies

cross the street.

-I'm glad you approve.

So, I guess we'll
be on our way.

-Not so fast.

Surprised?

Hm?

That was my first
reaction, too.

I thought to myself, so many
passports for just two people?

Money from a half a dozen
countries, and look at the

names on these credit cards.

Who are all these people?

Not to mention the weapons.

My goodness, I was completely
overwhelmed.

-I assume that you've
got a search warrant

for all of this stuff.

-Do you really think
I need one?

-Why am I not surprised?

-I suppose you have the
proper permits and

licenses for these.

Why am I not surprised?

-Would you care to tell me how
you got the guns through

airport security?

-If you tell us why you're
bugging Bartholomew's office.

-I ask the questions.

What are you doing in Paris?

-Vacation.

-With guns, a dozen passports,
breaking and entering?

-Package deal?

-Look, why don't we
cut through it?

You were staking out
Bartholomew.

You must know he's dirty.

-And now you've got his Swiss
bank account numbers.

-Thanks to you.

-Yeah.

Just trace the account.

You got him.

-What a wonderful suggestion.

I certainly would not have
thought of it myself because

if I had, I would have
discovered that our charming

Mr. Bartholomew had exactly,
um, $6,300

in his Swiss account.

-$6,300?

You must mean $63 million.

-Not unless the exchange
rate has taken a sudden

turn for the worse.

-That--

that can't be.

-You see, we've had the charming
Mr. Bartholomew under

surveillance for months now.

-And?

BERTRAND [OFFSCREEN]: Nothing.

-Nothing?

-And that's all we're
going to get.

Nine months of work, 3,000
man hours for nothing.

We're pulling the operation.

It's over thanks to you
good Samaritans.

-Thank you.

You've made my day.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Are they out?

-In 10 minutes, they will be.

-And that makes you happy?

-They've confiscated
their guns.

She'll be unarmed.

That makes me happy.

Thank you.

[whistling]

-You don't have to babysit
us, Bertrand.

-Nonsense.

I'm saving you all that taxi
fare to the airport.

-What?

-He's here.

-Who's here?

-Do you have a gun?

-No.

-Bartholomew's here.

-How do you know?

-Trust her.

She knows.

-What the hell do you
think you're doing?

-We're just saving your life.

-Upstairs.

-Jesus.

-Upstairs.

-What kind of a game is this?

It's not a game.

Bartholomew's on his way,
we don't have a gun.

You figure it out.

-No one even knows we're here.

-Don't go near that door.

Get away from the door!

[gunshot]

-That cops dead, Katherine,
because of us.

-I'm sorry for him, but
he was doing his job.

It happens.

-It's not his job to
babysit immortals.

-He wasn't even supposed
to be involved.

Neither were you.

Remember?

I was supposed to get in, take
out Bartholomew, and be gone,

but you show up and all
hell breaks loose.

-If you're straight with me,
this doesn't happen.

-Look, it's my fight.

You can't get involved.

-Because you say so?

-Because, Nick, that's
the way it is.

Are we going to get into
this again now, here?

-Forget it.

-Look, I'm sorry.

I'm immortal, Nick.

There's nothing I
can do about it.

-Now you're getting
irrational.

-Tell me it doesn't
drive you crazy.

-What?

-That I can't die and you can.

-I don't believe this.

I mean, first you lie to me,
then when things don't work

out, you lay this on me.

-Nick, you knew what
I was when we met.

You know the game.

You know the rules.

-And you know me, Kate.

Am I the type of guy who's going
to sit on his ass and

let you walk off and
maybe get whacked?

Tell me, Kate.

Is that who you ever
thought I was?

-No.

-How the hell did we happen?

-I didn't know we were
going to happen.

I didn't know I was going to
fall in love with you.

Nick, the part of my life that's
about being immortal

has nothing to do with you.

It can't.

-Katherine, I'm either in your
life, all of it, or I'm gone.

[siren blaring]

-How about we take care of
one thing at a time?

What do we need?

-A gun would be good.

-Yeah.

OK, we've got no gun, we've
got no money, no

ID, no credit cards.

-Got any change?

-About 80 francs.

-Just enough for a long
distance phone call.

[carnival music]

[clears throat]

-Hello.

Good morning.

Variety is the spice
of life, huh?

-You're not kidding.

-Oh.

And before I forget, a jar of
my Rose's best Bolognese.

-Ah.

[speaking italian]

I love Bolognese.

-How much for the hardware?

-This was Caruso.

-That's much appreciated.

You tell Caruso that
we're even now.

-Don't worry.

He already knows that.

-It's good.

[giggles]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: I'm sorry,
Mr. B. We lost them.

That's a big city.

The cops?

The cops are on it.

-And that just fills
me with confidence.

-Well, they're probably out
of the country by now.

-You wouldn't want to bet
a year's salary on that.

-Come on.

What are they going to do?

-I don't know what he's going
to do, but I certainly know

what she's going to do.

Beep, beep, bop, bop, bang.

-As long as I'm around, she's
just going to keep coming.

In times like these, it's so
reassuring to know that one

can seek comfort from
the good book.

$30 million worth,
to be exact.

-Hey.

Come here.

OK.

Let's go.

-Go ahead.

Shoot him.

Hey.

-I love it when you
play rough.

-Me too.

-Call the airport.

Get the plane ready.

We are going to take an
extended vacation.

-For how long?

-Til that bitch loses
the scent.

-What is it?

-On the other hand, there's
no time like the present.

-I'll come with you.

-No.

You stay here.

This won't take long.

Yes, I think so.

-A gun?

[scoffs]

My, my.

Our standards are slipping.

-Not mine.

[gunshot]

-Amateur.

-Nice.

-You're immortal.

-Just the bulletproof vest.

-No!

Don't!

-How charitable of you.

-Charity begins at home.

-These ought to help
a few kids.

-Hell of a day, huh?

-Yeah.

-Nick--

-What are we going to say we
haven't said 20 times already?

-I seem to recall somebody
mentioning the Bahamas.

-That was me.

-Sand, sun, rum.

-Sounds like a plan.

Then we'll talk.

-Yeah.

We'll talk.

[theme music]