All language subtitles for Highlander s03e16 Methos.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

Ah, MacLeod.

MacLeod.

What would give me
the final edge,

the power I need
to finally defeat you?

Methos.

He left the club.
I'm gonna follow him.

There he goes.
I'll call you back.

Looking for me?

Electricity.

Such a wonderful discovery,
Roger.

It doesn't care where it goes
or what it goes through.

It just takes the path
of least resistance.

So why were you following me?

I wasn't!
Why won't you believe me?

Long experience.

So what do you say, Roger?

Ahh! All right. All right.

I was--
I was going to rob you.

- Try again!

- Why were you following me?

I think it's going to be
a very long night.

I-I-I'm your Watcher.

My Watcher.

And that's supposed to mean
something to me?

Immortals.
We know what you are.

We've been observing you
for centuries.

Tell me,
do you watch all of us?

I-- I think so.

Did you watch Fitzcairn?

Yes.
And MacLeod?

Yes.

Methos?

But we never interfere.

Tell me more, Roger.

Tell me everything.

Hello. MacLeod.
Mac.

Joe Dawson.
Hey, Joe.

- What's up?
- You got trouble.

How come you never call me
with good news?

One of our guys, he hasn't
been seen or heard from in a couple of days.

And?
Well, he spotted Kalas in Paris.

I think the son of a bitch
is tracking you.

I know he is.

I've been out looking for him.
He found Fitzcairn.

Damn. What happened?
Kalas was better.

Yeah.

You said one of your guys
spotted him. Where?

Coming out of a little jazz club
in Saint-Germain-- Nosferatu.

Okay. Thanks.
MacLeod.

Watch yourself, my friend.

I always do.

You didn't finish your run,
Philipe. Why?

Basil forced me off the track.

Two years ago,
it would never have happened.

You know, Philipe,
even champions retire.

Give me a gold watch?
Forget it.

It's not gonna happen.

Hey, don't worry, man.
We'll get him next time.

Go.
Mr. Saracen.

No visitors in the pits.

I'm a rider.
Uh, Richie Ryan.

Let me guess.
You want to join my team.

Well, I got
my international papers...

and I nailed third place
at Long Beach.

Very impressive,
but this isn't Long beach.

Hey, man.
It was an accident. No hard feelings?

Saracen's losing it.
He thinks I should retire.

- So?
- I was wondering if you would talk to him.

Why would I do that?

Because I'm your friend.

Because I taught you
everything you know about racing.

Without me,
you would be nothing!

I could get you
arrested for that.

You could... or you could
have me ride for you.

Hey, get off my bike!

It's not yours anymore,
Philipe.

You should have
taken the watch.

It's your bike now.

His name is Kalas.

Somebody saw him here
the other night.

Never heard of him.
Well, you couldn't exactly miss him.

He has an unusual voice.
Something happened to his throat.

Sorry.

Tell me

Have you seen

The shadows of a dream

They gather round

To swallow

Round you

When it happened to me

I only chose

To see

That I was with him
in his arms

And he seemed

So in love

With me

Heart, come back

Heart, come back

Heart, come back

I won't...

You look wonderful.
I'm so nervous.

He'd probably
feel the same way about meeting you.

Sure he would. "Antonio Neri,
the world's greatest tenor,

"I would like you to meet
Maria Campolo.

She sings a little."

Maria, you have
a great gift.

Don't underestimate it.

Antonio Neri's Paris debut,

and my date's
the best-looking man here.

I'm flattered,

but I wouldn't exactly
call it a date.

I know.
My uncle asked you to take me.

But I can pretend,
can't I?

Buenas dias.
Picasso.¿¿Que tal?

You know Picasso?
We've met.

I wonder where he is.
Oh, he'll be the one surrounded by women.

Just listen to the sound
of clanking jewelry.

Bravo!
Splendid!

Marvelous!

That was quite lovely.

Welcome to my home,
Duncan MacLeod.

I am glad you are here.
Are you?

My friend,
the past is gone, forgotten.

We all change
over the years. I know I have.

Forgive me.
I'm Antonio Neri.

Miss Maria Campolo.

They said you were greater
than Caruso. They were right.

And you have the voice
of an angel.

You two know each other?

Duncan MacLeod
knows everybody.

Your friend did me
a great favor once.

I used to lead
a very cloistered life,

but he advised me
otherwise.

It doesn't seem
to have hurt you much.

On the contrary.
I owe my success to you.

- I believe it's getting late.
- But we just got here.

Oh, I hope you won't leave
without dancing with me.

I'd love to.

Let me guess. I know
you can't be his daughter.

Of course not.
We're close friends.

And perhaps
more than just friends?

Really, Mr. Neri.

Please.
We're all adults here.

And after all,

this is 1920.

You do not know
what you have done.

But you will.

Enchant?.

Maria, we really
must be leaving.

He's setting up
an audition for me...

with the director
of the Paris Opera.

Pardon me?
He's having a dinner party for me on Friday.

I don't think
you'll be available. Why?

You must get ready.
For what?

Your surprise.
Duncan, what are you talking about?

You can't just sing
at the Paris Opera.

You have to study,
build a repertoire, learn languages.

You're going
to New York. I'm going to New York?

To study at
the Metropolitan Opera.

Me at the Met?
Yes. Your ship sails on Tuesday.

I'll send your regrets
to Mr. Neri.

You can't fool me,
Duncan MacLeod.

I know why
you're doing this.

You're jealous.

Desperately.

Then you'll see

Beautiful, darling.
That was good. Let's go.

I haven't heard that
in a long time.

Stick around. We play it
every night. The owner's got this thing about it.

-Really?
- Mm-hmm.

What's the owner's name?

Uh, sorry. I gotta go.

Maybe you could
answer the question.

Now, where can I
find your boss?

Bar's closed.
Really?

I said the bar's closed!

This could last hours.

Shakespeare
and company.

Put it on my tab.

No, no. I'm sure
I've never heard of him.

But books--
books, I do know.

Ah. That is my prize.

An original of Poe,

signed by
the author himself.

Fascinating, but it's
not what I'm looking for, Mr. Salzer.

You are!

I-- I think
you've made a mistake.

Uh, please, put it back.

That's not what Roger said.

You remember Roger, don't you?

Don't!
Look, it's priceless!

Look! I don't know
what you're talking about!

Let me refresh your memory.

I'm an Immortal.
You're a Watcher.

I've heard you know things
about us.

No.
All of us!

No, no! I swear!

It's not nice
to lie to people.

I'm looking for a particular
old powerful Immortal.

His name is Methos.

I see you've heard of him.
Speak...

or you'll never speak again!

Hello?

Hello.

I'm Duncan MacLeod.
Who did this to you?

"M." MacLeod. That's right.

- What? What is it?

"E"? Is that an "E"?

Will you check her out
before tomorrow? Yeah.

Okay. Great. Thanks.
You should have been in third on turn four.

Maybe you take it
that way.

I am Basil Dornin--
Saracen's number one.

Welcome to the team.
Thanks. Richie Ryan. Nice to meet you.

And this is Terri.

Hi, Terri.
Hi.

Let's have a drink
with the ladies.

I'm sure she has a friend
who's dying to meet you.

All right.
Let's go.

Long live the king!

Still here, Philipe?

You did this.

You forced me off the road
and then you trashed me to Saracen!

You!
You couldn't move over fast enough.

There was
nowhere else to go!

Hey. Why don't you
just chill out?

- Heh. You don't wanna do this.
- What?

Leave him alone!
Hey, why don't you leave him alone?

- Joe's.
- All right, Joe. It's me.

MacLeod.
Yeah. I've got some news.

- It's about
your missing Watcher. - He turned up a few hours ago.

The police fished him
out of the Seine.

MacLeod,
did you hear me? Yeah, I heard you.

That means Kalas
has killed another one of your people.

No.
Yeah. In the American bookstore.

Don Salzer.
Oh, boy.

What is it?
He's not a field guy.

He's a historian. He'd have
no reason to be near Kalas.

Before Salzer died,
he was trying to write something.

They were the letters "M-E."
What could they mean?

This is no good.
I'm gonna have to make some calls.

Joe!

Salzer, he's been working
on the Methos chronicle.

If Kalas was to find that,
find Methos--

Oh, come on, Joe.
Methos doesn't exist.

The oldest Immortal?
He's a legend.

He's like--
well, like Adam and Eve.

Oh, no. He exists all right.
You telling me you've seen him?

Me? No.
He's very elusive.

Have to be
to live that long.

Imagine an Immortal so old
that he doesn't remember the time of his birth.

If Kalas found him
and took his head,

he'd be even stronger.

That means we're gonna
have to find him first.

We've got a guy
at the university there. Adam Pierson.

He's been our top Methos scholar
for about 10 years.

He knows as much
about Methos as anybody.

I'll, uh, let him know
you're coming.

Okay.

Try and look happy, mate.

You just made
the bloody Saracen team.

I'm okay.

Is it Philipe?
Is that what's eating you?

Hey. He can't
cut it anymore.

That's just the way it is.
Everybody gets old.

Somebody's
out on the track.

It's Philipe.
What the hell's he doing?

I guess the man thinks
he's got something to prove.

Slow down!

- Oh! Is he okay?

- I'll go get the ambulance.
-Oh, no. My God!

He's dead.

What did you tell him?

The bookstore.
That's all. I swear.

Who was that guy?

Get back to your work.

Yes, sir.

I wanted to
thank you in person for your kind offer.

But I am leaving Paris.
Your presence here is all the thanks I need.

I'm going to New York tomorrow
to study at the Met.

Those big houses
can be so dreary.

They need beauty like yours
to make them shine.

I'm sure you know
hundreds of beautiful women.

Mm. But they
don't interest me.

You do.

I really should go.

I never like Caruso's way
with that piece.

He's dying in New York now,
you know?

Some people
say he was poisoned.

Mr. Neri,
what would people think?

That you were too young,
too beautiful,

too tragic.

You think
I want to seduce you.

I'd love to oblige,

but truthfully,
I have other priorities.

Your lover, MacLeod,
took everything away from me.

- Duncan.

Duncan.

She's not part of this.

She's yours.

Nothing changes,
MacLeod-- ever.

Then come and die.

Maria. Maria, he's gone.
Everything's all right.

Adam? Adam Pierson?

You Adam Pierson?

Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

Have a beer.

Mi casa es su casa.

Methos?

Adam Pierson here.

You can leave your message
after the beep.

Pierson,
this is Joe Dawson.

You get back to me
as soon as you can.

We've got major problems.

Five thousand years.

Give or take.

That was when
I took my first head, remember?

Before that,
it all starts to blur.

Well, I guess it would.

So have you, uh--

Made any sense of it?
Found any purpose?

What,
you read minds too? No.

It's what I'd ask
if I'd just met me.

I just didn't think
you existed.

Well, it's good
to be a myth.

Yeah. No one
hunts for a myth...

or a Watcher.

What better place
to hide?

I'm in charge of finding myself.
I make sure it never happens.

Even got a few entries on you
in my journal.

You keep a diary?
Been keeping it almost since writing began.

That would make
a hell of a read.

You could say that.

How many people have stood
on the same stage with Julius Caesar and the Rolling Stones?

So you know
about Kalas?

Yeah.
He killed a good friend.

Yeah. Now he'll be coming
for Adam Pierson.

Do you think
I'd still be around if I was an easy mark?

When was the last time
you faced anyone?

Ooh. Uh, what are we?

Sixth of March.
Uh... 200 years.

Oh, that's good.

Hey, I may be a bit rusty,
but I'm still here.

Well, let's
keep it that way. I'll stay close.

You cannot fight
my battles for me, MacLeod.

Lionel Stetski completes
his trial lap. 1'04.35.

That end the time trials
for the German team.

Now final time trials
for the Saracen team,

led by Dornin and Ryan.

Dornin and Ryan finish
one, two for the Saracen team.

Dornin at 1'02.33.

Ryan at 1'02.39.

That ends
time trials for the day.

Hell of a run.

You were really
flying out there today. Thanks.

Richie.
Yeah.

N-Never mind.
Hey. If you got something to say, just say it.

You were very tired
on that last turn.

The inside line
is pretty unstable.

That's funny. I was
talking to Saracen-- Saracen's not a racer.

Just offering
some friendly advice.

Thank you.
No problem.

We're on the same team,
right?

Yeah.

So you're the famous
Adam Pierson?

At the moment.

I was in your house.

Found a diary there.

Pity I couldn't read
the hieroglyphics,

but the Ancient Greek
was most enlightening.

You should've been there.

You've been out of the game
too long.

Methos.
Kalas found you?

Is he dead?

No.

Why?

Because
there can be only one.

What are you waiting for,
MacLeod?

No!

-I'd have killed you.
-No, you would've made a mistake and then let me take your head.

You think I want to die?

Do you think it's easy
after thousands of years?

Then why?

Because if you
don't kill me, Kalas will.

Not unless I get him first.
And if you don't?

I cannot beat him.
I have tried.

He will take my head
and then he will have the strength to take yours.

So after 5,000 years,
your only solution is that I kill you?

He can beat me.
He might beat you.

He can't beat both of us.

If it's that simple,
why don't you take my head?

Because it's not just a matter
of who's the best fighter.

It is about passion
and hate.

I don't have the fire.

You do.

You want Kalas.

Live, Highlander.

Grow stronger.

Fight another day.

You're headin' out
toward the risin' sun

Keep movin'
and you don't slow down

Your ears are ringin'
with the sound of thunder

The heat is risin'
and you're feelin' under

Meet your maker

It's a dyin' shame

-Just a new face

- Without a name

Racin' to the devil

Oh! Solveck is down!
-Racin' to the devil

Ryan and Dornin are one, two.

The Saracen team
is taking it away.

He's just a man
livin' up to his name

He's just another number
in the killing game

Racin' to the devil

Racin' to the devil

Ryan is down.

It looks like Dornin...

is going to take the race
for the Saracen team.

Good work.
And good job.

Good, good.

You okay?
Yeah.

Up in the corner like that.
What the hell were you thinking?

I made a mistake.
You made a mistake?

You only get one!

Consolation prize?

Ah, too bad, Richie.

You are that close.

It's a grown-up game
were in.

You're only as good
as your last win.

You set me up.

Like you Americans say,

if you can't
take the heat--

Welcome home, Methos.

Hello, Kalas.

Where's Methos?

It doesn't matter
anymore, does it?

You were after him all along.

Now I'm after you!

I'll get Methos
when I get you.

Ah. It's a bitter taste,
isn't it, Kalas?

Fear.

You're losing
your touch, Kalas.

- Some other time, MacLeod.
- Well, make it soon.

Don't move!
Mr. Kalas,

you're under arrest
for the murder of Donald Salzer.

You have no proof of that.

Wrong.
That's the man, Inspector.

Why?

Because I didn't know
if you could beat him.

It's a chance
I couldn't take.

Remember, Highlander.
Live, grow stronger, fight another day.

You're telling me
that Adam Pierson is Methos?

I think it was
his little joke on you.

"Adam"-- the first man.

What better way to steer clear
of other Immortals.

He's been right there
all along. I can't believe I missed it.

- There's no way
you could've known. - You hang tight, MacLeod.

I'm gonna be
on the next plane. Joe, don't bother.

He's gone, and all your
chronicles went with him.

He's gonna be
hard to find.

What about Kalas?
Out of reach.

He's in jail,
at least for now.

But I can wait.

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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