All language subtitles for Highlander s03e03 The Revolutionary.eng

He is immortal.

Born in the Highlands
of Scotland, 400 years ago.

He is not alone.
There are others like him.

Some good,
some evil.

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

with holy ground
his only refuge.

He cannot die unless you take
his head and with it, his power.

In the end,
there can be only one.

He is Duncan 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

Violence continues to stalk...

the suffering civilians of this
one-peaceful mountain region...

as the warring factions continue
to hammer at each other.

The only hope for the people
of this shattered land...

is a truce between
rebel leader Paul Karros...

and the better-armed forces
of President Bourchek.

Even as a U.N.-inspired
arms embargo tightens its hold on the isolated rebels,

Mr. Karros vows
to continue the struggle...

until some kind of victory
is achieved.

Come on!
Let's get outta here!

Move!
Let's get outta here!

Wars and revolution...

have their own pacing,
Myra, their own time.

The question is not
if we will win, but when.

The city is falling
around our ears, and you still believe that?

Well, how can I lead these men
and believe anything else?

60 minutes?Have you heard
anything from them? No.

Well, get on it! I need
to get on that show and talk about the arms embargo!

It's imperative!
They want fact, Paul, not poetry.

They want to know how men
armed with rifles are going to defeat Bourchek's tanks.

These men are capable of more
heroism than you can imagine!

All they need
is the proper motivation.

My motivation!

Come on!

Who is he?

Their motivation.

Do you know who this is?
This is one of Bourchek's secret police.

And look, a colonel!

Is this what you fear?

Are you still afraid?

The men you face tomorrow
are just like him,

and they die
just as easily.

To victory.
To victory.

To victory. To victory.

To victory! To victory!
To victory! To victory!

To victory! To victory!
To victory! To victory!

To victory! To victory!

Well, I think that,
thanks to Father Stefan,

the congressman has begun
to see things our way.

Mr. Karros,
I'm Alan Mason, KHI TV.

Will the congressman vote
to end the arms embargo?

The congressman
is a man of peace. He'll vote his conscience.

I've heard stories about
Karros all over Africa, Central America.

They say he can turn
villagers into Green Berets in a couple of weeks.

How long have you known him?

A while.
Oh, so you're not gonna tell me about him?

Probably not.
You're a real public library, MacLeod.

It's rumored that
the truce was broken...

by your attack
on a tank battalion.

Mr. Mason, you seem to be
a reasonably intelligent man.

Would you charge a tank
with a pistol?

My people are brave,
but they aren't fools.

They fight for peace. The truce
was broken by Bourchek.

Why would Bourchek
break the truce? What did he hope to gain?

The annihilation
of our people.

You called Bourchek
the aggressor.

But aren't you doing
the same thing?

Mr. Karros?
My friend, I've been cast into the role of a warrior.

Those who know me
know me as... a man of peace.

Viva la revolucion!

Wake up, Mac.
Let's celebrate.

Tomorrow we'll be
in Queretaro, and all of Mexico will be ours.

Not our, Karros.
Theirs.

Okay, theirs.
What's the difference?

We're on the same
side, aren't we? Which side is that?

The side
of justice, glory.

Maximilian has been trying
to abdicate and go home to Austria for two years.

He's a puppet.
I think he'd go home on his own if we'd let him.

I never thought you'd change.

You know that?
Duncan MacLeod,

the pacifist.

You were never a slave.
So?

So, life was the property
of the Roman Empire.

I was a gladiator,
trained to die...

for the frivolous
amusement of Romans.

You must've been
a great disappointment to 'em.

Oh, I was a hell
of a disappointment.

See, they had choked
on me and Spartacus.

He was a Thracian, like me.
Did I ever tell you that?

Yeah, several times.
Spartacus was a great leader, Mac.

He convinced
a bunch ofslaves...

that they could defeat
the Roman Empire.

Ninety thousand of us
ended up with him.

Yeah, all of which were
crucified, burned or hung.

They died free.

Spartacus may be gone, Mac,

but I still hear his voice
and I carry his fight.

Be careful when you hear
voices from the past, Paul.

Time can make you a liar.

Rapido. Rapido.

My leg's broken.

Come on,
just a little further. Right here.

Gracias.
There.

Keep the tourniquet tight
and try to keep the wound clean.

How goes the battle?

I think we're winning.

I wonder if they'll
be celebrating.

Here.
I'm sorry.

I am very tired.

You have a right to be.

When I was at the university,
I'd heard about the price...

the peasants were paying
for the revolution.

I was sure their freedom
was worth dying for.

And now?

His name is Juan. He's a miner
in San Juan del Rio.

That's Julio
and his girlfriend Maria.

I think if you ask them
if they could choose to fight,

knowing that they might die,
they would.

They're so young. What good
is being free if you're dead?

Maybe they believe there's
some things worth fighting for.

Like our revolution?
Would you die for our revolution, senor?

I have to go.

What is your name?

Duncan MacLeod.

I'm Elda Gutierrez.

Vaya con Dios,
Duncan MacLeod.

Bourchek says that you lead
your men to suicide in order to get into the evening news.

Mr. Bourchek's a liar.
He lies to his army.

He lies to his people.
Why shouldn't he lie to you?

If he wants peace,
let him come to the table.

We've endured much
at the hands of Bourchek.

Our homes are destroyed,
our women taken, our men shot in the street,

and the world
sat by and watched.

That may all change, thanks
to men like Father Stefan.

If the embargo is lifted,
Bourchek will be forced to negotiate...

and I'll embrace him
with open arms.

Get down!

Father.
After him!

Someone get
an ambulance, quick!

Okay, what's going on?

Pulse is 130 and shallow.

He's in shock.
He's moist and cool. What's hanging?

- Two large IV's.
- What's his name?

-Stefan Metullo.
- He's a priest.

Okay, Father, you hang tight.
You're gonna be okay now.

Come on! Let's go!
Get him typed. Let's move it!

That bullet chopped up
his liver pretty bad.

Come on, people.
He's not gonna make it.

Dr. Foster to E.R., stat.

Doctor, so how is he?

Well, he's been better.
Are you saying he's alive?

Don't look so surprised.
I've had four shootings today, and I'm three for four already.

Doctor, when will the press
be able to speak to him?

The press?

I'd let Father Stefan make it
through intensive care...

before you start booking
a speaking tour for him.

Thank you. Now,
if you'll excuse me.

Mac.

Myra Leonin,
Duncan MacLeod.

Pleasure.
If we had this man on our side,

we wouldn't need an army.

You and me
against an army, Karros.

You must've gotten better
since the last time we met.

Yes, maybe
both of us have.

We're both still
around, aren't we?

Myra's been with me
since the beginning.

She was one hell of a reporter
in the capital...

until Bourchek's artillery
leveled the building...

and killed the publisher.

Sometimes a free press
means free to be murdered.

Hmm. You know,
I served some time down in El Salvador,

just around the time
you were working that neck of the woods.

That was another war.
Seems like such a long time ago.

I take it we were
on different sides?

Oh, I was an advisor. Mostly,
I tried not to be on a side.

No, there was no up
or down in that one.

There's always a right
and a wrong.

At least that's what the spin
doctors want you to believe.

MacLeod, you know, maybe you've
changed more than I thought.

It's not like you
to leave a friend standing with an empty glass.

You with an empty glass-- This
is exactly like the old days.

Thank you.

For what?

For helping
Father Stefan today.

Well, look, um,
where are you staying?

A man from my country
made his fortune here.

Two days ago the world
was crumbling around me,

and now I'm staying
in a mansion.

Yeah, I remember how weird
it was to come home.

One day I'm ducking bullets
in El Salvador,

and the next day I'm drinking
beer in my buddy's basement.

But I'm still ducking
Bourchek's bullets.

If he got to us here,
it would send a strong message back home.

We'll just have to make sure
he doesn't get a chance to send another message.

- More wine?
- Why not?

Maybe you're right, Mac--

giving up the life
of a warrior,

opting for all this comfort.

The boredom in my life
would kill you.

I haven't led
a cavalry charge in years.

Remember the old days
when all you needed was the right cause,

a good horse
and a good blade?

Now an army is run
on money, high-tech weapons.

There's no passion, Mac.

It was always about money.
Don't you remember?

Why don't you come back
with us, Mac?

Maybe two old relics like us
can lay Bourchek to rest...

faster than one of us.

I'm not looking
for any new fights.

As it is, some of the old ones
won't leave me alone.

You already have
the press on your side.

It's only a matter of time
till Bourchek negotiates.

No. Never.

I'll never negotiate
with men like that.

Never.

My glass is empty again.

So it is.

Tomorrow we call out
the dogs, Myra.

Let's see what kind of play
we get from the media on the shooting.

You don't have to look
so happy about that.

Myra, I'm worried
about Father Stefan too,

but I'm not gonna let it
stop me from using it to get to the truth about Bourchek.

How about the truth that
our people attacked those tanks?

The truth is
it was necessary.

Was it?
Yes, it was.

I don't expect you
to understand,

but someday you'll learn
that sometimes you need to lose a battle...

to win a war.

Excuse me.
We're talking about truth?

And something else.

You never confuse people with
what they don't need to know.

Didn't Bourchek say that?

Karros.

I knew it.
I'll meet you there.

Who was it?
It's one of our people.

He's got proof
of Bourchek's involvement.

I'll come with you.
No, you'll wait here.

I'll be back.

Anthony?

Have you read
the evening newspapers? We made the front page.

Yeah. The priest
was supposed to die.

It's not my fault he lived.
Blame the doctors.

See these munitions here?

Cost me
an awful lot of money.

Now, I needed a dead priest
to push Congress into stopping the arms embargo.

I did what I was told.
I want my money.

You want your money?

I'll give you your money.

Here's your money.
Count it.

It's all here.

No!

Are you the guy the police sent
to look at the shooter?

Yeah.
Detective Gord's late.

You know what they say
about cops when you need them.

Every stiff tells a story.

We've got a whole encyclopedia
down here tonight.

Oh, sorry. Licorice.
Do you want some? No. Thanks.

Shootings. Stabbings.

We've even got
a "natural causes" somewhere.

But this one
is really something.

Hope you're decent.

I hear he shot a priest.

No wonder someone
was mad at you.

Ah, but he's been
good as gold for us down here.

It's a joke.

Oh, uh, any idea
on who he is?

I think I heard a name.
Dourcef. Yes, Anthony Dourcef.

He's from out of town--
Europe somewhere.

- The Balkans?
- Yes, that's the place!

Thanks.

But don't you want to see
the interesting part? Uh, no.

It's not every day
we get something like this.

What do you mean?

I mean cut, sliced,
like a tomato.

Neat job too.

See the severing
all along there?

Bet you're sorry you messed
with a priest, aren't you?

Bet he is.

Morning, Detective Gord.

I was just telling--
Uh, it's him.

No, this wasn't war.
This was murder.

A murder of the cloth,

a man who wanted only peace,

paid for by President Bourchek.

And our people will never forget
what he did to Father Stefan...

nor forgive...
nor surrender.

Viva la revolucion!

That was close.

Not close enough.

Paul, no!
There might be soldiers!

This is the emperor's
private guard,

and they were leaving.

You know what that mean?
Yeah, it means it's over.

The capital is wide open.
Let's take it, Mac.

Forget it, Paul.
The capital was gonna fall anyway.

We're through here.
Like hell we are.

Paul, it's their victory.
Let 'em have it.

We've won, Mac.
Why did we come here?

I've done what I came to do.
It's their revolution.

No. It's my revolution.

- The emperor's finished, Paul.

- Do you need to see him die
by your own eyes? - No, Mac. With my own hands.

- Paul! No!

Adios, amigos.

Elda! Let me
get you out of here.

No, please. No. No.

I've seen enough wounds
to know that I'm dying.

Just don't leave me, please.

I won't.

I thought this only
happened to the peasants.

Maybe you should ask me
if I would do it again.

I would.

Viva la revolucion!

Vaya con Dios,Elda.

Vaya con Dios.

As I told you before, this was
no random act of violence.

This was no accident.
This was murder.

Oh, look, it's the vultures.
They're here.

Would somebody please tell me,
who rang the dinner bell?

I called this
press conference. Ah.

This is Dr. Anne Lindsey,
the esteemed surgeon who saved his life.

I'm Paul Karros, Doctor.
You could be St. Francis of Assisi,

and I still would not let you
turn my hospital into a zoo.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
it's a bit early for happy hour, so please go.

Doctor, Father Stefan would
want the world to know. He's one of our people.

News flash, Mr. Karros.
Now he's one of my people.

I barely got him through,
and I will not lose him so you can get the free airtime.

Will somebody please
call security?

Doctor, do you know
what you are doing?

Yes, I do,
and I happen to know exactly what you're doing too.

And I'm sure as hell not gonna
let that happen to my patients.

Hi, guys. Would you
please clear this floor now? I want everybody out.

Listen to me. There's
a martyr dying in there--

Not if I can help it,
Mr. Karros.

Come on.

I'm sure I'll see you
on the news.

Let's go.
Come on.

I said everybody.
Oh, you mean me?

Oh, unless you're
the one with the special dispensation from the Pope.

Oh, well, I must have
left it in my other pants.

We have a wonderful
hearing specialist upstairs.

You want a referral?
Pardon?

Forget it.
Get out. Go.

Charlie, come on in.

Thanks.
Uh, sorry to bother you.

It's all right.
You're not.

Uh, writer's block?

Something like that.

Well, Karros is not here,
but if you want to wait--

Ah, well, um, look.

I came to offer my help.

To Karros?
What sort of help?

The kind he can use.
Hands like weapons. It's what I do, Myra.

Karros might need somebody
to watch his back.

Maybe someone
to watch yours too.

Thanks, but
I'm not that important.

Maybe to some people you are.

Charlie, are you
coming on to me?

Me?

Yeah, maybe I am. I guess
you and Karros are--

Are you and Karros--

You mean, uh, are we lovers?
Is that what you're asking?

Yeah, I guess I am.

No. There was a time
that we could have been,

but Paul's only love
is the revolution.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Leonin, Mason, KHI.

What's Mr. Karros's
response to the news?

What news?

So what you're telling me
is that you agree with that doctor. Is that it?

You were pushing it, Paul.
It's been known to happen.

Well, Stefan wouldn't have
given it a second thought.

If he was conscious, he'd call
that press conference himself.

But he's not conscious.
He's hanging on by a thread.

You're getting soft, Mac.
Maybe you've lost your fire.

I haven't lost it.
I just don't let it eat me up anymore.

Or anyone else.

What are we talking
about here, Mac?

What we're talking about is
Bourchek's claim that your side attacked his tanks.

And you believe Bourchek?
You believe Bourchek against me?

I know you, Paul.

I've seen you send men with
knives against machine guns,

unarmed men
against cavalry.

I was there, remember?
Yeah.

Then you should know
I never force them.

I inspire them.

Yeah, well,
they died, Paul, and they're still dying.

Maybe so. It's better than
seeing them live like sheep.

The police
have found the man who shot Father Stefan.

I saw him.
He was killed by a sword.

You save your suspicion
for Bourchek, Mac.

He's the butcher.

I thought you wanted
all the press coverage you could get.

- Not now, Mac.
- Karros!

Well, here's your chance.

The whole world's
finally watching.

Bourchek.

What are you doing here?

Taking up your challenge,
Karros,

to begin the process
that will create peace in our country.

Join me.

Champagne.

We got a lot to celebrate.

I hope you're right.

What do you mean?
I saw Bourchek holding out his hand.

The man's offering peace.

You can't trust him.

One hand offers peace,
the other stabs you.

Paul's sure it's a P.R. trick,
the way to get Congress on his side.

But what if it's not?

It's too much to hope for.

I've been at war
for too long.

I don't think I'd know
how to be at peace.

There's so much to do,
so much... to rebuild.

Have you ever been
to the Balkans, MacLeod?

Not recently.

Why? Are you thinking
of going?

Yeah, maybe.

Karros thinks the
truce offer is bogus.

What's this about?

It's about doing something
important with your life.

Well, there are other ways.

Yeah, maybe. But maybe
this is the one for me.

You're serious.

Yeah, I think I am.

Karros can use me.

I'm sure he will.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Some people aren't
what they seem, Charlie.

So?
So watch yourself around Karros.

Look, if you got a beef
with Karros, that's between you and him.

Me? I think he's
fighting the good fight.

Want another beer?
No.

Ready. Aim.

No, Paul. Don't.

You can't do this.

You don't have to do this,
Paul. You've won.

They would've done the same
thing to us if they had won.

No, look.
They're not the government.

They're not the opposition.
They're just boys in uniform.

They chose their side. This is
what war comes to every time.

- Remember?
- No, don't!

Sorry, Mac. It's war.

Owner, wine.

Where is he?

That dog. He's probably
out celebrating.

He's dead, Paul.

Well, we'll
celebrate anyways. Celebrate what?

With who? Look around you.
All our friends are dead. What have we won?

Freedom.
For a bunch of dead men?

They died nobly.

The war was won!

How many children would still
have their fathers if we talked peace a few days ago?

Well, now they don't
have to talk at all. Really?

It's the price of war.
Just war. It's worth it. "Worth it."

And a hundred years ago,
you'd have agreed with me. Probably!

But now I think the noblest
thing a man can do is live.

So, what is this
all about?

It will just
take a minute.

Ah, you're back!
Do you want the whole tour?

Uh, no. Just the guy
you showed us yesterday.

Quite. Cut to the chase.
That's my motto.

Visitors.

Do you know him?

Nothing personal, I'm sure.

Myra.
Leave me alone.

I'm not asking you
to tell the police.

I'm asking you to tell me.
He worked with you, didn't he?

A dead priest will get
the attention of the media.

If something
like this came out--

It could destroy everything
that you've worked for.

Paul.

Myra.

They told me you were here.
Yeah. I have a meeting with a congressman.

We don't want our friends
to forget us.

We'll need them more than ever
when Bourchek's peace offer is withdrawn.

What if heis
serious, Paul?

Your idealism
is very refreshing, Myra.

Peace with Bourchek
will not come about unless he's dead or exiled.

I know.

Know what?

I know what really happened
to Father Stefan.

Father Stefan
is a brave soldier.

He almost got killed
by the hands of the enemy.

Dourcef was
on our side, Paul.

You set up Stefan,
and you killed Dourcef to cover it up!

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

Tomorrow you call a press
conference and accept the truce.

No way.
They'll slaughter us.

Maybe. But for now,
the fighting has ended, Paul.

Are you threatening me?

You're not the only one
who can call a press conference.

Accept the truce,
or it all comes out.

The lies, the murder.

The war is over.

Spoken like a true
hero, Myra.

A cause has always
needed its heroes.

Or its martyrs.

I think you did
the right thing.

Yeah. Bye.

Looks like somebody
lost a friend.

Or gained an enemy.

What's up?
That was Myra.

You were right all along.

Karros is just
another battle junkie.

What did she say?

She threatened to call
a press conference...

and blow his ass
out of the water...

if he didn't
start to negotiate. Where is she?

Gone back to the place
she was staying.

Hey, you don't think
he'd try anything?

He doesn't want
to stop the fighting. He needs it too much.

Myra!

Hi, Charlie, Mac.
What is it?

We need to talk to you.
It's about Karros.

Listen. What did you do
about the press conference?

Well, it's all set up--
I don't know if that's a good idea.

Wait.
Get her out of here.

Quick, quick, quick.

MacLeod! Hit the deck!

- You all right?
- Yeah. We're okay.

Take care of her.

So now you kill your friends
as well as your enemies?

Whatever it takes, Mac,

I will lead my people
to freedom.

You have no people.

We could have fought together
again, Mac, side by side.

I don't think so.

Come on.

Aah! Not bad
for a pacifist, old friend.

Up.

You can't do it, can you?

There can be only one.

It's funny.

This time, I'm the one
leavin' with the girl,

and you're stuck here
runnin' the dojo.

Sure this is
what you want?

Yeah, I'm sure.

You know,
even if this peace works,

it's gonna be
harder than any war.

I'm needed, man.

Whether it's to fight
or rebuild, I'm needed.

I like the way
that feels.

Hey, are you sure you
don't want to come along?

We could always use another
pair of strong hands.

No, it's not for me.

Besides, somebody's
gotta look after the place.

Yeah.

Hey, Charlie.

Be safe.

You know it.

And here we are

We're the princes
of the universe

Here we belong
fighting for survival

We've got 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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