All language subtitles for Highlander - Season 5 Episode 05

When I am gone,
dream me some happiness.

Nor let thy looks our
long-hid love confess.

Nor praise, nor dispraise me,

nor blesse nor curse
openly love's force--

What is wrong, fair lass?

Oh, save me, kind sir.
Save me for pity's sake.

What miserable villain
would take liberties
with one so fair?

Oh, a monster.

A depraved,
unspeakable beast.

Coventry.

Fear not.
None shall harm you...

save he first defeat me.

There you are!

Damned wench. I warned you
what would happen if you
ever tried to leave me.

Now get back
to my bedchamber!

I would rather die.

Oh, you will wish it so,
once I have had my way.

The lady does not want you.
And any fool can see why.

I have flayed men alive
for less.

And I have heard frogs
croak louder.

You dare to insult me?
I believe I do.

Th-Th-Then you are a fool,
and you shall soon be
a dead fool.

You must not know
to whom you are speaking.

Oh, I believe I do.
Now, let me see.

No, do not coach me.
I want to get it right.

A bully, a warthog...

and one who makes up
in sheer ugliness...

for what he lacks
in, uh, other areas.

You shall need more than
fine manners and a sharp tongue
to save you now, sir.

- I have a sharp sword.
- Oh.

Oh, Duncan! Oh!

Drop the blade, or she dies.
I swear I'll kill her
where she stands.

You coward! You harm
one hair on her head,

and you'll have to answer
to Duncan MacLeod.

Drop it. Drop it now.

Roxanne hoped that this
stranger would somehow save her,

but with the brutish Coventry's
blade at her throat,
all seemed lost.

Hah!
Then suddenly--

And? And?

So what happens?
Does he save her?

For that, you'll
have to buy the book.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Carolyn Marsh.

Carolyn's available
to sign your books now.

Let's get in line.

For sure. She's here right now.

I read her last book.

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.

Here we are

Born to be kings

We're the princes
of the universe

I am immortal

I have inside me
blood of kings

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the future
of your world

Well, that's it.

Would you believe I maxed out
all my credit cards?

Everything except
your library card, huh?

Speaking of books,

I have something
I want to read to you.

"As he strode into the room,
she felt her knees weaken.

"The dark eyes that roved over
her were the color of midnight,

his muscles as hard as the
Highland hills that formed him."

- Sounds like Shakespeare.
- Not finished.

"A mane of flowing hair to rival
Lancelot's charger."

Must be Fabio.

"This was the man her father
had hired to protect her--

"this barbarian,
this smoky-eyed Scot,

this Duncan MacLeod."

What?

What?

Coarse manners, a hairy mole.

Coventry was swine
from head to toe.

A conniving, backstabbing--

Gerald! Gerald!

Sir?

I will kill her.
I will absolutely kill her.

Buchanan Books.

Find out who's the editor of
this miserable piece of dreck,

and then find me the author.

Immediately, sir.

I warned you you would never
get away with a stunt like this.

Well, now you're
going to pay.

I don't believe it.
Neither do I. "Muscles as hard
as the Highland hills"?

I meant someone
actually writing this stuff.

I thought maybe
you wrote it yourself,
except I met the writer.

Who is this
Carolyn Marsh?
I thought maybe you knew.

- You don't think I'd tell
some mortal about my life.
- You have before.

But not some
romance novelist.

Well, someone did, because
you are a best-seller, baby.

That's not fun--
Listen to this!

"Roxanne's breath
came in labored gasps...

"as he crushed
his lips to hers.

Her hands reached for his
kilt, where they found--"

Wait a minute!
I didn't read that.

Well, you know.

Oh, so it's
a little purple.

The prose, I mean.

Very funny.

This isn't even close
to the way it happened.

Terence wasn't a lout.
I was coming from Highgate.

I'd been riding so long, I was
starting to smell like my horse.

Help! Help me!
He's after me!

Sir, oh, help me, please.
I beg you!

What seems to be
the problem?

Oh, that pig!

He's trying to take advantage
of me maidenly honor.

It's a little late
for that, is it not?

So, thought you could
take advantage of a gentleman.

Oh, save me, kind sir,
from a fate worse than death!

Please!
I beg your pardon, sir, but
this is none of your affair.

I'm afraid it is. It seems
you're distressing this... lady.

Stand clear, sir. This hussy
and I have a score to settle.

I beg to differ, sir.
She's under my protection now.

Do you know what
you are protecting?
A lady in need.

That's no lady, sir.
I beg your pardon!

Your opinion of her
is of no matter to me.

I'm amazed how easily
you can discard what
you have not heard.

Whatever she is
she needs my help.
Oh, spare me.

I'm Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

- Oh.
- I don't wish to fight you.

But I will protect what's
left of the lady's honor.

Terence Coventry,
and it's clear she has
none left to protect.

You've been duped, sir.
She's a common thief,

a barmaid
who stole my purse.

Harsh words, sir.
Where's your proof?
There.

- Giddap!

Come back with my horse!

See? See how chivalry
is rewarded?

There is no justice!

I'd buy you an ale
to drown your sorrows,

but she stole
every penny I had.

At least you have a horse.

If you would not mind,
sir, to give me a ride
to the next town,

- I'll buy the ale.
- Oh.

We can discuss
the death of chivalry.

Done! Gentlemen
of our caliber
should stick together.

Especially when we're
taken advantage of by-- by--

A hussy of that sort?

Actually, I had
a better word in mind.

Biabest, giddap!

I say, MacLeod,
you could use a bath.

That's not me.
That's the horse.

Oh, my!

Duncan MacLeod?

No.

I'd like to speak to the editor
of the Carolyn Marsh books,
please.

It's regarding the
Blade of the MacLeods.

You wouldn't happen
to be Scottish, would you?

No, I don't want
to be put through to her
fan club, thank you.

You know, I can't believe
you're taking this so seriously.

Why not? This is
my name, my life!

What am I supposed to do?
Ignore it?

Well, well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in.

What's she doing here?

By the looks of it, I'd say
she's shopping for tenderloin.

Excuse me.
Can I help you?

Please just tell me
that you're Duncan MacLeod.

Okay, I'm Duncan MacLeod.

Oh, but you're perfect.

Just perfect.
Thank you.

Something smells
kind of funny in here.

It's probably lust.

Uh, Duncan,
this is Carolyn Marsh,
the lady with the book.

You don't say!
Do I know you?

The book signing
this morning.

Oh! You know,
I have so many fans.

Just another face in the crowd.
You know how it is.

Duncan--

I may call you
Duncan, right?
Absolutely.

We need to talk.
I agree.

And I think it would be
so much easier to discuss
things over a drink.

Well, why don't we justall
sit and talk and have a drink?

- Oh, I don't think
that's necessary.
- Oh, I do!

- This is business.
- Well, in that case, I insist.

Ladies! Ladies!
I can walk.

Your book's quite imaginative.

And you're wondering
where I get my ideas.

A lot of people
ask that.
Really?

Well, it's simple.
Duncan MacLeod is real.

For 400 years, the name's
been popping up in legends
all over the world.

Scotland, Italy, Turkey.
Turkey? Imagine that.

Always the same story.
A warrior comes down
from the Highlands,

fighting battles,
protecting the weak.

Always Duncan MacLeod.
What do you think of that?

Fascinating.

It used to drive me crazy, and
then I finally figured it out.

I know the truth.

The what?

Uh, uh, excuse me
just one--

Um, what is the truth?

What does man need most?

Besides that.

Heroes. And if there aren't
any, he creates them.

Duncan MacLeod exists
because we want him to exist.
We need him to exist.

So, you don't actually
think it's the same guy?

Are you nuts?
He'd have to be immortal.

That's very funny.
About this book--

Books. A whole series of them,
set in different time periods.
It's a gimmick.

But to really sell it,
I need today's Duncan MacLeod.
And that's where you come in.

- That's where I get out.
- It's a gold mine!

I'm not interested.

Look, I've seen your "doh-bro,"
or whatever you call it,

and I've seen Dumpsters
with better facilities.

That's true, I agree,
but it's, it's him.

Well, I know you need the cash,
so what's the deal here?

There is no deal.

Well, maybe I should do a little
research into Duncan MacLeod.

Oh, what, and find out
he was born in the Highlands
of Scotland 400 years ago?

-Maybe he has something to hide.

What will it take
for you to get off my back?

Come to the party
my publisher is throwing.
Just give it a try.

- If you don't like it,
I'm gone.

Or should I set
the research drones to work?

Okay, one time, one party.

No publicity, no press,
no pictures.

That's the deal.

Okay. Deal.

But try to come alone.

Not in your lifetime.

Uh, I'm just gonna go over
there for just one second.

No. I'll be back in one
minute. I'll be back--

Will you sign my book?
Oh, hi there.
Um, yes, in a moment.

Please? Ohh.
Thank you.

I hate this.

Oh, yeah, right.
Now, you agreed.

Besides, I don't remember
any torture chamber.

What other choice did I have?
Oh, you love being
the Scottish action hero.

Oh, don't be ridiculous!

But I guess
I'll have to live with it.

So, Tim, what's
the body count so far?

So far, three reviewers
and aVanity Faireditor
had to have smelling salts.

- Carolyn, it's absolutely
brilliant!

What did I tell you?
Didn't I tell you?
He's a gold mine.

Oh, he's gorgeous,
that's what he is.

Camera's gonna love him.

- He's coming over.
- Be still, my beating heart.

-Oh, my!
- Duncan, this is
my publicist, Tim.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure.

-Carolyn, in your research
on the MacLeods,

did you happen to come across
any archetypal women--
you know, goddess types?

Oh, he got tangled up with
someone once in, uh, Turkey.

But she was just
a cheap whore and a thief.

- Not really worth mentioning.
- Really?

Would you excuse us
for a moment? We've just got
something to discuss.

In private.

What now?
Maybe it's the real
Duncan MacLeod.

Funny. Very funny.

If it isn't
the superhero himself.

Duncan MacLeod.

Terence Coventry.

You here for me?

Don't flatter yourself.
No. I'm here for her.

If anyone had
a reason to kill her,
it should be me.

I'm the one with my name
on the cover.

I'm the pig
with the mole on my face.

A hairy mole.
Do you see a mole?

Do I dress like a pig?

No, but, Terence,
I wouldn't worry about it.

It's just a book. It'll be
forgotten in... a few months.

Oh, fine for you to talk.
You're the damned hero.

I, meanwhile,
am a spineless coward...

who tries to kill
unarmed women.

You think that's bad?
She called me a cheap
whore and a thief!

I was never cheap.

Terence,
I don't like it either,

but you can't kill
a defenseless mortal.

Says who?

Uh, hold that a minute,
would you?

We haven't finished yet.

She needs to have
an accident.

Break her writing arm.
Have her jaw wired.

No, I'd use poison.
Maybe a big rock.

What about a stake
through the heart?

I do like
the way you think.

Mr. MacLeod,
such a pleasure.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

There you are. You're
not supposed to be disappearing.
That's not our deal.

You're on display.
I don't like
being on display.

Don't pout.
It's not attractive.
Your public's waiting.

I tell you what. You've
made your rounds already.
Why don't we get out of here?

Why, Duncan, that would be
premature evacuation,
n'est-ce pas?

Why the rush?

Uh, I'll tell you later.

Where are we going?
Bali? The Highlands?

Oh, anywhere you like.
Okay, your place.

- What, now?
- Excuse me.

Uh, now, now. See that guy?
He tried to steal my wallet.

Hold on, please.
Carolyn! Carolyn!

Did you try
to take his wallet, sir?
Do I know you?

It's simple, really.

Duncan MacLeod is every
woman's sexual fantasy--

a warrior with
the heart of a poet.

I'd really love
to meet him.

But he's more than that.

He's a man of ethics,
principles.

He's a tragic
romantic figure.

And if he didn't exist,
we'd have to invent him.

So what did you learn
from this fantasy?
Do you really want to know?

Oh, absolutely.
The first time
Duncan MacLeod turns up,

he's a chieftain's son,
raised to lead a Highland clan.

He fell in love
with the daughter
of a neighboring chieftain,

but she was pledged
in marriage to his kinsman.

You know, a real
Romeo and Juliet kind of thing.

Aye, you're a good lad.

Duncan!

Their love was so strong,
so pure, it couldn't be denied.

But he gave it all up
for honor.

You spoke to me father.
What did he say?

Aye, we spoke.

Oh, Duncan, no.
We love each other.

He nay moved, Debra. You're
to marry my cousin Robert,
and that's the end of it.

You're the chieftain's son.
There has to be something
you can do.

Do you not think I've tried?
This is a joining of the clans,
the Campbells and the MacLeods.

Our clans will be joined
when I marry you.

You're pledged to him.
We cannot be.

When you look at this,

think of me.

What are you saying?

I'm leaving.

Then take me with you.
We'll go together,
start over somewhere.

I'll nay dishonor you,
Debra, nor shame
my family.

I will marry him
if I must, Duncan, but
please do not leave me.

I have to see you, even
if it's only across the village.

You're the love of my life,
Debra Campbell.

Two strong men in love
with the same woman?

Of course there was a fight.

Damn you, Duncan! You've
turned her heart against me.

She cannie help her heart!
No more than I can help mine.

You'll not make me
a cuckold.

Draw your blade.

On a clansman?
Let me pass.

Not before you
give me satisfaction.

Robert, we've been
friends all our lives.

I cannie fight you.

Coward!

If you were not kin,
you'd be dead where you stand.

You'll not walk away on this!
Not while I live.

A challenge is made--
no MacLeod can turn
his back on such words.

- But, Father, he's kin.
- And you're a chieftain's son!

Robert, withdraw the challenge.
I dinna want your blood.

Aye, but I want yours.

You have your satisfaction.

Robert. Robert!

Duncan.

You can't die, Robert.

He killed his own cousin,
the boy he'd grown up with.

After all this,
it wasn't to be.

Debra!
The tragic part is
she died anyway.

All the love in his heart
couldn't save her.

No!

Debra!

He left his clan
shortly after that.

Just rode away into the mist.

They say he's wandered
the world ever since.

Yeah.

You know, they still tell
that story in a little
village in Scotland.

Glenfinnan.
On the shores
of Loch Shiel, yeah.

How did you know?

It's in your book.

You're right. And I thought
you weren't a fan.
Well--

Imagine the loss.
Wandering the earth alone,

longing for love,
companionship, warmth,

Yeah.
with no one to truly
understand his soul...

and to share his pain.

Would do anything for that man.
I would willingly be his slave.

Yeah, but no, it's not--
I want it! You want it!
Stop fighting!

Well, yippee-ki-yay.
The rodeo's in town.

Didn't you ever learn
how to knock?

Oh, you'd be surprised
what I learned. Would you
like me to show you?

Amanda, this isn't
exactly what you think.

What I'm thinking, Duncan,
you don't want to know.

- Uh--
- Thirty bucks for the cabbie
who brought me back.

Uh, oh, yeah, of course.
Right here. Look, uh--

I'll go and pay it
right away.

And don't--

Just don't.

Keep the change.

Oh, not now!

Where is she?
Who?

Do you think I'm a fool?
Carolyn Marsh, the author.
Who else?

A sable mane,
muscles hard as hills.

Eyes like...

potatoes, or whatever
the hell she said.

You're sleeping with her.

Uh, why would I
want to do that?

To make yourself look good
and to make me look a fool.

I swear, I haven't
been anywhere near her.
No?

"As Duncan's lips
crushed her to him,

her hands went
to his britches."

Kilt.
Bastard!

Well, you know.

Don't get between us again.

Damn elevator's never
there when you want it.

Where is she?
She's gone.

- On the elevator?
- On her broom.

Oh, no! Oh!

Oh, Carolyn, wait.
I don't think you should
go home tonight.

Oh, right. I don't think
your girlfriend will understand.
There's nothing to understand.

Oh, man. First thing you do is
get yourself to that all-night
florist on Water Street.

Two dozen white roses
should do the trick.

Oh, no, not again.

Back door.
The back door?

I'm an author.
Carolyn! Carolyn! Where are you?

I know you're here somewhere.
I heard her voice. Didn't I?

- Where is she?
- She's not here, Terence.

She's not here. Look.
Go home.

I shall not forget this.

You, sir, are a skunk!

A skunk.

Oh, great.

"Her naked flesh trembled
under his touch.

"Slowly, slowly she lay back
on the satin pillows,

"letting them caress
her ivory skin.

"She was about to be
transported beyond any world
she had ever known.

"Her every breath anticipated
what she knew must come.

"Her silken blonde tresses
cascaded over both their bodies
as he caressed her.

"She had been kissed
by men before,

but never like this."

Tell me. I must know.
Am I just another
conquest for you?

Oh, Melanie. Out of all
the women I have been with,
none could ever match you.

If I live
a thousand years,
none ever could.

Then take me.
Take me.

Duncan? Duncan?

- Look who's here!

Isn't he beautiful?
Mr. MacLeod-- Duncan-- I'm
so glad you could make it.

Oh, that's okay.
Could we have a word, please?

Not now, Duncan. We've
got to get to work, and you've
got to get into character.

I had this flown in from
Western Costume in Hollywood.

It's real Clan MacLeod
tartan.

It's very nice,
but I'm not here to play
Duncan MacLeod for you.

Oh, I see. Well, put it
to me in two words or less.

Terence Coventry.

Tim, give me five.

Why bring up Terence Coventry?
He's the villain in my book.

And he was
at your party yesterday.

Drop the act, Carolyn.
What's between you and Terence?

All right.
Terence and I--

We were once an item.

- And?
- And now we're not.

Oh. So you made him
the villain in your book
just to get back at him.

Writers do it all the time.
And he deserves it.

You expect him to walk away
and do nothing?

I don't want
to talk about this.

That's a switch.
Look, I don't need
advice from a cover model.

Are you gonna do this
Duncan MacLeod thing or not?

Hmm. Not.

Well, who's gonna
wear the kilt?

Mel Gibson.

I told you she was trouble.
Why go there in the first place?

To try to get her to stop.
She can't keep doing this
to Terence.

Can't keep doing this
to me either.

What, making you a hero?
That's a problem?

She tried to get me
to wear a kilt.

Really? I-I kind of
like you in a kilt.

You've got nice legs.

Thank you. Very flattering.
But no, thank you.

Mmm. So you're finished
with all this, then?

Absolutely.
Very nice.

-I just love all of your books.
- Enjoy.

Thank you.

Who shall I dedicate
this to?

How about Terence,
the beastly boor?

In case you haven't noticed,
I'm busy.

I know. Sticking
knives in my back.

I have a right
to make a living.

Not like this.
You can't do this to me.

- Do you see a mole?

Am I that ugly?
I ask you again.

Am I that ugly?

Here. Let me write
something.

- "Dear Terence, Screw you."

I suggest you take a hike
before Duncan MacLeod gets here.

Oh.
You put me down
right now!

I will scream!
Go ahead, scream.

Thanks.

Now, if you thought
Terence was that mad,
why did you leave?

Because she made me mad,
and it was turning
into a circus.

Right.
So she pisses you off, and
you leave her to the wolves.

Oh, hey, I would've
done the same thing.

Well, good.
Glad that's sorted out.

But what would the real
Duncan MacLeod have done?

I am the real
Duncan MacLeod.

Well, I don't know what
the fuss is all about.

To tell the truth,
it wouldn't bother
me if you did kill her.

You here for me?
I'm here for her.

- What?
- Oh, no!

MacLeod!

I think when
the going gets tough,
the tough go shopping.

What did he look like?

Well, he was
a handsome brute.

He was so insistent.
Threw her over his shoulder
and dragged her out of here.

Oh, it was incredibly romantic.

Did you catch a name?
Sorry.

Oh, wait.
He left this.

Terence.

What did I say?

Terence, it's my book,
and I'll put in it
what I want to.

Not when you use my name
you won't.

And how can you make me
such a tasteless bastard?

I suppose I should've
made you the hero.

You should never
have written any of it.
Are you finished?

Carolyn, why
are you doing this?

Look, Terence, let's
just call it quits.

I'll go my way,
and you'll go yours.

And what about the book?
That's all you're
interested in, isn't it?

Wait until
you see the sequel.

No. No, it's not
all I'm interested in.

Look, just come to the house
tonight for dinner.

What, so your servants
can hold me down and you can
put a knife through my heart?

It'll just be you and me.
I'll even make dinner.
All by yourself?

And then we'll sit around
for the next five hours...

while you tell me
what a hero you've been
and how many women you've had?

You talk,
and I'll listen.

That'll be something different.

Please, just say yes.

Maybe.

I think Duncan'll like this.
Don't you?

He'll love it... on me.

Well, I think you
should get last year's model.
I hear it's a little roomier.

Why spend money on a dress?
It'll come right off the first
guy gets within 15 feet.

You both look
absolutely fabulous.

Are you sisters?

Listen, honey,
I'd forget MacLeod. You are
way out of your league.

He and I
go back a long way.

And to think, I wasn't
going to bring age into this.

Listen, you
garden-variety slug,
I read your little book.

You think you're gonna
turn MacLeod into your
fantasy lover...

with you as
the damsel in distress?

Get real.
Just look at you.
You're not even close.

You never will be.

How dare you!

What did I say?

Hey, are-are you okay?

What difference
does it make? Just go away.

You're not okay.
What the hell do you know?

I know when someone's
a complete wreck
when I see them.

Look, don't cry.
It's gonna be all right.
It's gonna be all right.

That's a $5,000 dress.

Put it on my card.
Would you just
tell me about it?

No.

There's this man.

When isn't there?

It's not MacLeod?

Are you in love with him?
No, I hate him.

No, you don't. Take it from me.
Just tell me what happened.

You were right.
I'm out of my league.

He said that to you?
He didn't have to.
I just know.

Rule number one with men:
You never assume
what they're thinking.

Look, I'm sure
there's thousands of guys
who would be thrilled...

to be book covers
for Carolyn Marsh.

Carol Ann Marshak.
From Newark, New Jersey.

Carolyn Marsh is the kind
of name publishers like...

because it's classy
and elegant, like you.

Come on.
You had me fooled.

Right. Maybe if I lived
a few hundred years like
you, I could get it right.

How much do you know?

A little.

A lot.

Oh, boy. And the books,
all that stuff about
theBlade of the MacLeods?

Well, they're true stories.
And it was a good way
to get back at Terence.

Terence. You're in love
with Terence Coventry?

I was.

We met about six years ago
at a charity ball.

Everyone was in costume,
and he looked so good
in his waistcoat.

And then he started
telling me these stories
about some relative...

who'd been a wandering bard
and a swordsman for hire.

I told him
he should write a book,
and he just laughed at me.

And I fell in love.
Well, why not
happily ever after, then?

Well, he told me
about being immortal--

that the stories were true,
and they were about him.

I mean, it was everything
I'd ever dreamed of,
read about my whole life.

He'd been there. He'd been
with princesses and queens.

He was gonna live forever.

And me? I'm just gonna
get old and fat.

And I'll always be from Newark.
It was just a matter of time.

And so you left him first,
and then you changed all the
stories and came on to MacLeod.

I wanted to hurt him,
to make him angry.

Well, congratulations.
It worked.

If he doesn't kill you,
he's gonna kill--

Oh, my God! MacLeod.

Turkey.

Oh! What are you
doing here?

Where is Carolyn?

On her way.

We'd like to be alone,
if you don't mind.

You don't think I'm
gonna leave her here
with you, do you?

Always the hero.
Sounds like you're starting
to believe your own publicity.

What are you planning to do?
Be the lady's champion
on a white charger?

If I have to.

Not again. Not now.
You're not a very good
cook, are you?

How dare you, sir!
En garde.

- Are you nuts?
- No, I'm not nuts.

I should've finished
you off back then.
Back when?

You couldn't even
finish off a meal.
Hah! Missed!

Yah! Ha-ha!
No, I didn't.

All right.

Oh, so, you wanna get
serious, huh?

Huh?

Oh, Carolyn, hi.
We were just, uh--

Fighting over me?
How romantic.

Uh, no.
Yes!

Yes!
You won't have her!

- I don't want her!
- Then why are you here?

I'm trying to keep her
away from you!

What kind of hero are you,
coming between a man
and his wife?

- She's your wife?
- Like you didn't know.

- I didn't!
- He didn't.

- You didn't?
- He didn't.

- I wouldn't!

- There is nothing
between me and Carolyn.

- That's true.
- Then why did you leave me?

She loves you,
you big dope!

What?
What?

Is she serious?

I give up.
What's there
to understand?

What did you think
was gonna happen, Terence?

All those stories about Terence
Coventry, world's greatest hero,
world's greatest lover!

- You swept her off her feet!
- Well, of course I did. I did?

- Then what did I do wrong?
- You were too good to be true.

What woman wants to compete
with Helen of Troy?

But she can!

You can.

Those stories I told--

I told them to you
because I trust you,

because I wanted you
to know me.

Those people, those places,
they were my life.

But you-- you, Carolyn,
you are my life.

Oh, Terence.

Isn't that romantic?

Let's get out of here
before this gets embarrassing.

Why can't you
be more like that?

Um, I, uh, charged it.

On what?
Your library card?

Think of it
as a birthday present.
Hey, come back here! Amanda!

I'm such a sucker
for romantic stories.

I couldn't tell.

So, do you think they'll
live happily ever after?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Oh, you're vain.

And you are,
and will always be,
a big Boy Scout.

That's why you love me.

Do we love each other?

In our own way.

What way is that?

Amanda, you know
this conversation
never turns out well.

No, wait. What
never turns out well?

When we try to dissect
what we are.
You sound just like a man.

I am a man.
Oh, that's beside the point.

Amanda,

what we have is
incredibly special.

It's just not
mortal love.
So?

So I want you
to be honest with me.
Can you do that?

Hmm?
Tell me. Talk!

How many years
could you see us--

no, decades
or centuries--

can you see us
spending together?

I'm not talking about
every now and then.

I'm talking about
every day, every hour.

What, you mean till
one of us kills the other?

Exactly my point.

It's just not fair.

All a girl wants
is a little romance,

to be swept off her feet
every now and then.

Oh, now that's
more like it.

Stop.

I do love you, Amanda.

"His hands caressed
the nape of her neck,

"hands that had killed,
hands that could wield
the mightiest sword,

"yet now they were
at her service--

"gentle, strong, sensitive,

"tracing the delicate
line of her hair,
down her throat,

"gently slipping her gown
from one creamy shoulder.

Her breath quickened
as his mouth approached
the newly bared flesh."

Put the book down.
But it's just getting good.

We can do better.

And here we are

We're the princes
of the universe

Here we belong
fighting for survival

We've come to be the rulers
of your world

I am immortal

I have inside me
blood of kings
Yeah!

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the future
of your world

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