Original subtitles

Remember, Highlander.

Remember?

Free men of the planet, hear me.

We gather together in secret for the last time,

you suffer under the yoke of General Katana's rule

for the last time,

and you stand without a leader for the last time.

Will you lead us, Ramirez?

No. I'm not your leader.

But because I see with eyes different from yours,

I see a man with a great destiny before him.

Who is he? Show him to us!

Let him show himself.

Yes. You.

We are now... as one.

How do we start?

Not we. You... And you start with Katana.

General Katana's attacking!

Remember the rebellion?

The cause is still just... and still yours.

Break ranks! Get more men!

My friends in here remind me

of you and Ramirez,

so deadly in their own environment, yet...

Ha! So tame and servile in mine.

Maybe they're just waiting.

Waiting for what?

For you to get careless.

Ah...

Maybe they are.

But as of tomorrow,

waiting won't be an option for you, will it?

You sure?

Ha ha.

Let's get on with it.

The punishment for rebellion is death.

Judge them guilty, and I'll execute them here

now.

You forget yourself, General Katana.

As you well know, for many years

we have exiled those rebels and criminals

who, like you, possess this unholy immortality.

Therefore, I sentence you both

to the same exile...

An exile into the future.

What?

Silence, General Katana!

In that distant future, you will face other immortals in trial by combat

from which only one can survive.

And, as is your way, you will die

only when your head is cut from your body.

Will we be together?

Well, not at first,

but we are joined in a way that can never be broken,

not even by death.

When you need me,

you'll only have to call my name.

I'll always find you.

Finally, the last one to survive will have a choice.

Choice? What choice?

Grow old and die in the future,

or return here with his freedom and faith restored.

Priests!

Now go, and remember,

there can be only one.

Okay, Mr. MacLeod. The show is over.

I thought so too, Charlie.

I really did.

I really did.

Good evening, and welcome to TSC's nightly report.

Today's satellite readings from above the shield

confirm that highly dangerous levels of ultraviolet radiation

continue to bombard the planet

in the absence of the ozone layer,

but here, below the shield, we are protected and safe.

At a press conference held earlier,

the corporation's chief financial officer, David Blake,

denied growing rumors of a management shakeup.

Alan Neyman, president of TSC, was unavailable for comment,

and he seems increasingly isolated.

Shield Corporation. May I help you?

Alan Neyman, please.

Who may I say is calling?

Tell him it's a friend. Tell him it's MacLeod.

Please hold.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

He's not accepting any calls at the moment.

Any message?

No. No message.

Thank you for calling.

Thank you.

Hey, grandpa,

you got some change for the oxygen machine?

Hey! Hey, you cheap fuck!

You deaf or what?

You... You're MacLeod, aren't you?

So what?

Yeah, right. So what?

Okay, okay.

Come on. We're outta here!

Let's go!

Come on, let's go!

Forget him. Let's go! Move!

What was that?

What was what?

I heard something. I'm calling it in.

Security.

I heard something. You see anything?

I don't see nothing. Could be fish.

Fish live in the lake.

Not in this lake.

Yeah? Well, I've seen 'em.

It was a fish.

Come on, Louise. Let's do it.

Here it is.

We've got 30 seconds to get a clear reading.

I'm going into the computer.

Blue alert!

3-0 point 4-4!

Impossible.

Radiation levels can't be normal.

Go red!

Come on, Louise. Keep moving!

But you don't know what this means.

You can tell me about it later!

Go, go, go!

Shoot! Shoot!

Let's split up!

What now, gentlemen?

Isn't that your friend MacLeod, General?

He's getting older, but he's still alive.

I know that! I'm not blind!

Good. Then you can also see

that he hasn't made his choice yet.

He still has time to come back to us.

Wonderful.

Corda! Reno! Where are you?

There you are.

I want you to leave for the future immediately.

Find MacLeod and kill him.

But I thought you said MacLeod was mortal

and will never return.

Do me a big favor, Corda. Don't think.

He's an old man now.

He'll be dead in a couple of weeks.

I don't care.

Find him for me. Kill him.

It's so hard to get good help.

Eee, hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!

Hey, Jimmy.

Hey, Mr. MacLeod.

How ya doin'?

Good, good.

All right. All right.

- Ousceva? - Ousceva.

Here you go.

Good evening.

Reports have just come in of a terrorist attack

on the shield control center.

According to information available at this time,

the group calling themselves "Cobalt"

successfully made an attempt to enter shield control

for propaganda purposes.

The Shield Corporation had this comment.

What Cobalt is doing is insanity.

Any tampering with the shield of any kind

endangers the lives of every man, woman, and child on the planet.

Cobalt is known to be headed

by environmental terrorist Louise Marcus,

who led the raid and remains at large at this time.

Pretty girl.

You're a good boy, Jimmy.

Well, bottoms up.

Hey, are you MacLeod?

Hey, I asked you a question.

Are you MacLeod?

Yes, I am.

Great. I always wanted to meet the guy

that turned the world to shit.

He saved our lives, if you ask me.

I'm not asking you.

Okay. What do you want?

Did you ever think about that

before you covered the sky with that puke?

- Who are you? - Me?

I'm nobody, all right?

I work all day, and my life stinks,

and it's your goddamned fault, you old bastard.

Don't turn your back on me!

Hey, hey, hey...

There are some people in this world

who know when to stop,

and some people who don't.

Which kind are you?

Okay, miss nobody, you're outta here.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on. Get gone.

I'll see you again.

Anytime.

Oh, Jesus. Why do they always pick my place?

You know what I'm saying?

I'm sorry, Mr. MacLeod.

No problem, Jimmy. No problem.

Watch out!

Son of a bitch!

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine.

You just hang in there, Mr. MacLeod.

I'll be right back.

Hey, you! Come back here!

I'm talking to you!

Maybe I should get this one.

What was that?

What the hell was that?

Oh, no.

Not again.

Mr. MacLeod?

Yes?

I'm Louise Marcus.

Terror is a dangerous business, Miss Marcus.

I'm not a terrorist.

Well, whatever you are, Miss Marcus,

you'll have to excuse me.

I've had some very disturbing news.

Did somebody die?

Unfortunately not. Goodbye, Miss Marcus.

You know, I used to read about you.

You had such great passion for the world.

I admired you.

I can see that's all gone now.

You're nothing but a tired old man.

More than you know.

Oh, no, you don't.

The world is dying, MacLeod.

I need your help.

Please, get out of the car.

No way.

Suit yourself.

Listen, MacLeod. When I broke in tonight,

the numbers and figures I saw didn't add up.

Something's wrong, and Blake's trying to cover it up.

- What do you want me to do? - Help me.

I can't. Not now.

What happened to the MacLeod that everyone believed in?

That was 40 years ago. I'm an old man. Aah!

Are you all right? What's the matter?

Aah!

You gotta go.

Aaaah, hee hee hee!

Ah, ha ha ha ha ha!

- Who are they? - I don't know.

MacLeod!

Was that just a lucky guess?

Wait a minute. What are we doing?

Get in there. Don't make a sound.

In here? You've got to be kidding.

Come on!

Let me have him.

But I want him!

It's my turn. MacLeod?

You're going to die!

Ramirez! My old friend Ramirez!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Aah! Thank you!

Uhh!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Ohh!

Aaaah!

Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!

Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah!

My God.

Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah!

Aah! Aah!

Aaaaah!

Ah, ha ha ha ha ha!

Ah, ha ha ha ha ha!

Ohh!

I hate to say goodbye, Highlander!

Why? You going somewhere?

Hey, pal! You got a light?

Thank...

Ah, ha ha ha ha ha!

Come on.

Come on!

Ramirez!

Ramirez!

Alas, poor Yorick!

I knew him, Horatio.

Ahh!

Well, now.

Alas, poor Yorick!

I knew him, Horatio...

Actually, the name is Ramirez.

Will you get out of here?

Excuse me?

A fellow of infinite jest,

of most excellent fancy...

Forgive me for interrupting

your conversation, but...

He hath borne me upon his back a thousand times.

And now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!

My gorge rises at it.

Here hung those lips that I have kissed

I know not how oft.

Sir, whatever you gentlemen

felt for each other

when your friend was still alive

is certainly none of my affair.

What's your fucking game, shithead?

Shithead? What's a shithead?

Get off the stage!

My apologies.

Enough of this useless banter.

I shall be on my way,

and leave you to converse with your skull.

Farewell, dear shithead.

Farewell.

Rather glad the magic works.

So much for the horse and cart.

Louise.

Who are you?

I'm Connor MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

And I cannot die.

Mmm!

I'm Louise Marcus from Flagstaff, Arizona.

Okay, now let me just see if I can get this straight.

You're mortal there, but you're immortal here

until you kill all the guys from there who've come here,

and then you're mortal here.

Unless you go back there

or some more guys from there come here,

in which case you become immortal here... again.

- Something like that. - Of course.

It would be something like that, wouldn't it?

Quite a night.

Tell me about it.

Think I do this every Saturday night?

Let's say it's a kind of magic.

That's not what I was talking about.

So... what do you want me to do?

You built the shield.

Maybe you can figure out what's going on up there.

What are you saying?

Something is being kept very, very quiet.

Even your old pal Alan is on a tight leash.

I couldn't get anyone to listen to me.

So you started Cobalt,

got your face on national TV.

Well, of course!

Somebody had to get people's attention,

start asking questions,

find out the truth.

Someone like you?

No, damn it!

Someone like you.

Excellent threads, dude.

Shithead.

May I help you, sir?

I would like a suit of clothes.

And why not, indeed?

We are the oldest gentlemen's tailor in Scotland.

Well, then, I've come to the right place,

since I am, without a doubt, the oldest gentleman in Scotland.

Well, if you say so, sir.

Well, let's get started.

I have a long journey ahead of me

and limited time.

I'm afraid sir still doesn't understand.

A suit may take several weeks to complete.

I'm afraid sir damn well does understand,

and sir would like a suit of clothes by 3 o'clock.

There is nothing like a challenge to bring out the best in man.

With our compliments, sir.

Thank you, Roy.

Can we arrange a limo for you, sir?

"Limo"?

Yes. To take you to the airport.

"Airport"?

You did say you had a long journey ahead of you.

Yes.

Well, I believe the fastest way is still to fly.

To fly...

Yes, of course.

To fly.

Have you ever seen a blue sky?

Sure.

What was it like?

It was...

It was the deepest blue you ever saw.

But it was more than that.

White clouds suddenly turning dark with rain...

Ohh.

And the smell of grass after the storm.

Red leaves in fall.

Snow in winter.

It was beautiful.

And we thought it would last forever.

I wish you could have seen it.

So do I.

I'd like to...

Just once before I die.

Ahh, yes...

Yes...

I guess if you want something done...

you have to do it yourself.

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It happens again!

Unh!

That was great!

Yes!

Aah!

Where the hell am I?

Ha ha ha!

This sure doesn't look like Kansas, does it?

Godzilla!

Oh, Godzilla!

Godzilla!

Yo, hey!

Oh!

Oh, God!

Did you see that?

Ah.

Hey!

Hey!

Yo, look out!

Hey!

You're a little one, aren't ya?

- Oh! - Huh.

Bet you've always wanted to drive one of these, huh?

Me, too.

Hi!

Unh!

Unh!

Unh!

Oh!

Ha!

Ha ha ha!

Yes!

Ha ha ha!

Aah!

Ha ha ha!

Give me more!

Ha ha ha!

Let's have some fun! Ha!

Yaah!

Oh, my God!

Yaah! Ha ha ha!

Last stop.

Heh.

Can't even make a decent cup of coffee anymore.

You always use too much water.

Mac?

Alan.

Where the hell have you been?

I'm so glad you're here.

So many things have happened.

We must talk.

Okay.

Good God.

You look fantastic!

What have you been doing? Working out?

Have you had a face-lift?

Something like that.

Do you remember the dreams we had?

Remember the day?

Good evening.

Only a few months now until the ozone layer is completely gone.

A team of international scientists led by Dr. Alan Neyman

and supervised by Connor MacLeod work around the clock.

This may be the last chance for planet Earth.

This is TSC. We are standing by for shield launch.

They'll remember this day for a thousand years.

The day we protected the planet from the sun.

All personnel please leave the area. We are starting the final countdown.

All personnel please leave the area.

We are starting the final countdown.

TSC, this is Florida Control.

All power for the shield...

All systems are go.

Please run final checks on all shield power.

All personnel please leave the area.

We are starting the final countdown.

TSC, this is Houston Space Control.

Satellite is in final receiving position.

You can start final countdown.

Stand by. This is it.

Roger, control.

We are standing by.

This is it!

Florida Control, this is TSC.

The December shield installation is ready to receive.

All power sources around the world, this is TSC. We are ready to receive.

Launch minus 10...

10 seconds and counting.

Okay, boys. Let's make this a good one.

The world is watching.

4...

3...

2...

1... Ignition.

What a day...

What a great day.

It was a great idea, wasn't it, Mac?

It still is.

But you don't know what's happened.

It's wonderful!

Come here. I'll show you.

Come on. Shh, shh, shh.

Forgive me, Alan.

I didn't realize you got in this early.

Not usually,

but we got to talking.

Forgive me.

David Blake, Connor MacLeod.

Ah, yes, of course.

I'm afraid I'd forgotten you were still alive.

Always.

Ha ha!

Something on the computer?

Oh, no. No, no.

Nothing I won't remember.

I hope so.

Alan, as long as we have you here, we might as well get off to an early start.

- Fine. - My office?

All right.

Good.

Mr. MacLeod, I'm terribly sorry to have to break this up,

but I trust you can find your own way out?

Sure.

Take care of yourself, Alan.

Oh, by the way, how is the shield business?

Never better.

It must be great to have every country in the world as your customer.

Actually, Mr. MacLeod, we prefer to think

that we protect the population of the planet

from death by solar radiation.

It is a rather unique service, don't you agree?

As long as it's necessary.

Meaning?

Maybe one day the ozone layer will repair itself.

That would indeed be a great day for the human race, wouldn't it?

But it really makes no difference anymore, since you built the shield to last forever.

Nothing lasts forever.

Ha ha ha!

Heh heh heh.

My name's Jerry Pritchard, man. What do they call you?

It's quite comfortable back here.

- Rather like a coffin. - Right.

People in this town, they'd kill you for a nickel, man.

Hey, cabby! Hey, cabby! What's up!

Get the fuck away from my car! Scumbags! Scumbags!

Really.

You're in the music business, aren't you?

Call it a hunch. I knew that.

So, you're in the music business. Man, that's cool.

I wish I was in the music business. My sister was in the music business.

You should meet her. You two would get along.

- I really do. - Stop now.

- What, here? - Now.

This is good.

This is a good place to stop...

Goddamn!

Whoa! Shit!

Fuck! Yeah!

I'll get out here.

Oh, wow! Yeah!

Outta control!

You and my sister, man, forget it!

I should introduce you two.

You could sit around and...

compare tattoos or something, man.

You're crazy!

What next, man?

Central, this is Jerry Pritchard, man!

Hello? Hello?

Shit, man. I should have stayed in school.

Central, hello? I've got...

Just take it easy, all right?

Come on. Come on. Cen-central!

Central!

Shit, ma...

Put all this on my tab,

and, Jerry...

add a little something for yourself.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Forgive me asking yet again, but...

how do we remain so high above the Earth with safety?

By drinkin'. Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Welcome to your transatlantic flight.

Please fasten your seatbelt.

In the unlikely event of a loss of cabin pressure,

oxygen masks will drop from the ceiling.

Place it over your mouth and nose and breathe normally.

In case of fire, please do not panic.

Place smoke hood over your head and crawl to your nearest exit.

Thank you for flying with us, and enjoy your flight.

Ahh...

My kind of town.

I'm waiting, MacLeod.

Come to me.

I'm waiting!

But on the contrary, Virginia,

all of the most beautiful women had dark hair.

Helen of Troy, Cleopatra,

Nefertiti, Joan of Arc,

to name but a few.

In fact, it's well known that the dark-haired ladies

like to sit on men's faces.

Would you like to order something?

Thank you. May I have some water, please?

Of course. Something else for you, sir?

Oh, no, thank you. I never eat anything I cannot identify.

Uh... Thank you.

That's not entirely true, of course.

Forgive me, my husband,

for leaving you so soon.

I am so scared, Connor.

I wanted to stay and love you.

The sun is killing us.

Help the ones that are still alive.

Hold my hand.

Promise me, Connor.

Anything.

Promise me you'll do something to stop this.

Aye, love, I will.

I love you.

It was all going to be so good, so clean.

And for one brief moment, it was.

I used to wish you were here to see it,

but not anymore.

Not after what it's become,

what it's done to us.

Bravo. Bravo.

Excellent.

I always did admire a man who could talk to the dead.

It's so good to see you again, MacLeod.

The remains of your mortal wife.

So frail,

so very dead.

At least she's at peace.

Peace is highly overrated.

Things don't change, Katana.

I like that.

After all these years, you're still a jerk.

What do you mean?

After all this time, I was ready to kick back, grow old and die.

You changed everything,

and now I'm back to square one.

Immortal. Again!

So, Katana,

let's see who goes back after all.

I rather like this place.

It's got atmosphere.

I just might stay.

Get off!

Remember the golden rule, Highlander.

We must never fight on holy ground.

And this

is holy ground.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

If you don't take it out and use it, it's going to rust.

On 3... Break!

Red 36, Blue 21 I Hike! Hike! Hike!

Ship's log, The Rosemary.

The men are all gone now.

God rest their souls.

I alone have come back from the dead

again.

Who knows how long I will continue to drift?

Days? Months? Years?

As of this date, September 6, 1853,

Captain MacLeod no longer exists.

Will this never end?

Aah!

Aah!

Not bad.

Rrr!

Aah!

Ohh!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah! Ha ha.

Aah!

Rr-rrr!

Nicely played, MacLeod.

But the game's not over yet.

Uhh!

Aah!

What happened to you? Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Who is the girl in the painting?

That was Heather,

my first wife.

We lived in Scotland in 1542.

What was she like?

Full of love.

Full of life.

Till the end.

I held her in my arms when she died.

An old woman.

I still loved her.

And the other?

That's Brenda,

my last wife.

She looks lovely.

She was.

She died in New York 29 years ago.

That's a long time to be alone.

You get used to it.

Do you really?

No.

What is it?

Oh, no. Not again.

Go upstairs.

Damn.

Greetings, Highlander.

You called?

Incredible.

What took you so long?

They could have killed me.

Don't be ridiculous.

You've remembered almost everything I taught you.

I've had a lot of practice lately.

There is no substitute for experience.

What experience?

You've been dead for 500 years.

So?

Watch it!

- Watch what? - Watch what?

The sculpture!

That's a sculpture?

Now you are being ridiculous.

Remember, MacLeod,

you called me.

Hmm?

- To magic. - Magic works.

It's nice to see that some things have actually improved over the years.

Is this private?

Not necessarily.

This is Juan Sanchez Villalobos Ramirez, my old friend and teacher

visiting from Scotland.

Visiting most unexpectedly from Scotland.

This is Louise Marcus.

Watch it.

She's wanted by the police.

I didn't realize the police had such good taste.

So, uh, you two have known each other for a long time.

Seems like an eternity.

Please don't bother, Alan.

Every time you turn that thing on, it just gets printed out in my office.

And yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,

that includes your little computer conversation

with MacLeod the other day.

Besides, what good could you possible do, old man?

What do you mean?

Ho-oh, I don't know.

How about for starters,

that there simply isn't enough energy on the planet

to take down the shield without killing us all.

If I'm going too fast, slow me down. But I think you should know this all, Alan.

I mean, you designed the thing.

You and this MacLeod.

But that was only in case the shield was threatened.

Well, that's funny, Alan!

'Cause I was under the impression that that's precisely what had happened.

But it really doesn't matter now, does it?

Why don't you and I try and relax. No tears.

Because it's business as usual...

forever.

You've allowed yourself to become a traitor, Alan.

And, as I think you know,

we have a fabulous place for traitors, don't we?

Gentlemen, I can now assure you that Cobalt will no longer be a problem.

In fact, earlier today,

the shield police were once again able to stop an attempt at...

Hi.

Excuse me,

but I do believe that you'll find the costume party is in another building.

This happens to be a meeting.

Aah!

And no one interrupts a meeting of the corporation.

The corporation.

What luck. You see, I've come to join the corporation.

And here you all are.

Ow!

Where do I sign up?

Oh, I think I've had enough of you.

Goodbye, Attila.

Ah.

Yes, yes, indeed.

That was brilliantly done.

Bravo.

Ah.

Yes!

You know, guys. This is no way to treat your number one draft choice.

Hey.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Oh!

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Ohh.

Ahh.

Partners.

I believe you cannot run a business without partners.

Right.

This is a business, isn't it?

Oh, yes, it is.

Ah.

We like to think of it as a good business.

Mmm.

What exactly is it that you want...

partner?

Ahh.

The Highlander.

Right.

Uh, Wilson,

could we get on the Highlander thing as soon as possible?

MacLeod.

You created that monstrosity?

Why?

It was necessary at the time.

So was Noah's flood, but that at least served its purpose.

Cleansed the earth from evil, and gave it a fresh start.

33-degrees...

26-minutes north latitude.

That's where Neyman said there was a system failure.

Meaning what?

Meaning we can go above the shield.

We will still require a longitude, won't we?

MacLeod?

Alan Neyman's been taken to Max.

Max? Who's max?

A high-security prison.

MacLeod?

Your time is now!

You have entered a restricted area.

Please identify yourself immediately.

I am Juan Sanchez Villalobos Ramirez,

chief metallurgist to King Philip II of Spain,

and I am at your service.

This is Checkpoint-1 outside of security installation Max.

Identify yourselves.

Hey, take it easy, man.

First time in the desert.

Which way to Vegas?

Okay, jerkface. Stay put and we'll come get you.

Hit it, dude.

Get ready.

Here it comes.

Hi.

You won't shoot me, will you?

I mean, ah-ha.

Oh, thank you.

I was just hitching a ride.

And then these two guys grabbed me, and, oh, my...

And threw me in the trunk and...

Oh, shit.

Hello. I'm Dr. Sonny Jackson, and I've looked over your report.

As near as I can tell, you have a few bruises and lacerations,

but I think you'll be okay in a day or so.

- Thanks. How about them? - Oh, no way.

They were both dead before the car stopped.

I'm amazed they got as far as they did.

Gosh, I've never seen a mess like that.

They must've taken about 100 bullets or so.

Excuse me, 108.

112, myself.

Ah, come on. You're not counting that little scratch, are you?

Scratch? What are you talking about?

It passed right through me.

Just look at my splendid waistcoat.

Wait a minute. You guys are... You boys are...

You guys are de...

Wha... Larry?

All right, these tunnels run along both sides of Max,

and they end up at the same place.

They both have security rooms, and Neyman's in one of them.

So we should split up, and we'll meet back together at the end.

You take this way. Let's go, MacLeod.

No more. No more. No more!

Alan.

Oh, my God.

Eh, please.

Listen.

Other coordinate: 6-degrees, 42-minutes, west.

You can get through the shield there.

You must see for yourself.

- Mac? - Yes.

We did the right thing to build it.

Yes, we did.

- I won't forget you. - MacLeod.

How very touching.

You don't have to worry.

No one gets out of Max.

But you said nobody would get in, either.

Who's that?

Louise Marcus, the head of Cobalt.

A powerful enemy, I'm sure.

Doesn't matter now,

because they're both dead.

Don't let the door close!

Holy shit!

Just stay back.

I can help!

No, you can't. Not this time.

Aah!

Most people have a full measure of life.

And most people just watch it slowly drip away.

But if you can summon it all up...

at one time...

in one place...

Oh!

You can accomplish something

glorious.

My time here is over.

You must go

and search out Katana.

It'll take the power of you both to destroy the shield.

Will I ever see you again?

Who knows, Highlander?

Who knows?

Go.

Show time.

Come on.

Ugh!

Outstanding!

Time for your bitch to die!

Whatever happens, don't stop.

What?

Ahh!

Aah!

Aah!

Ohh!

Aah!

MacLeod!

Aah!

No!

Aah!

Ohh!

Aah!

I'm fine.

I'm fine!

Oh, great.

Let's go.

Aah!

MacLeod!

MacLeod!

Hold on!

That's it!

Come on!

Life is going to be quite predictable without MacLeod.

Aren't we getting just a little overconfident,

partner?

You are betting on me, aren't you?

Oh, yes.

You see, I always play the favorite.

Alan was right.

The shield's got to come down.

There is only one way.

I haven't any idea where they are.

I mean, for God's sake, they dropped off the screen almost 24 hours ago.

Everybody's got to be someplace.

Relax.

At this point in his life, he's a man with a mission.

And all his roads lead to me.

Right, I understand that.

But I do beg to differ.

What if he did get to Neyman before he died, and what if he did get the coordinates?

What of it?

Well, just maybe, um,

they could figure it out,

about the ozone layer.

And if that's the case, well, suffice it to say

the company would be spiraling into chapter 11...

Will you be quiet?

It's MacLeod.

It looks as though you fucked up, eh, partner?

You really think so?

Well...

Maybe...

Yah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Then again,

maybe not.

That's very cute.

Raa!

Come on!

Aah!

Aah!

Rrr!

There can be only one.

Uhh!

Uhh!

It'll take the power of you both to destroy the shield.

MacLeod!

Aah!

Most people have a full measure of life,

and most people just watch it slowly drip away.

But if you can summon it all up

at one time, in one place,

you can accomplish something

glorious.