All language subtitles for Highlander s03e22 Finale.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

Previously onHighlander.

That is Brother Kalas.
I'm afraid warmth is not his greatest quality.

How could you do these things?

This was holy ground,
a sanctuary for all.

You used it to kill
your own kind. You used it against me!

Now leave here forever.

You do not know
what you have done,

but you will.

Your lover, MacLeod,
took everything away from me.

She's not part of this.

She's yours.

Why?

For this.

We'll meet again.

Welcome to Paris, MacLeod.

Oh, no.

Tell me about the call.
Just a voice.

- Raspy, like gravel.
- He's here.

- Fitzcairn!
- It's my fight, laddie.

Immortals. We know what you are.
We've been observing you for centuries.

Tell me everything.

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

Methos doesn't exist.
The oldest Immortal? He's a legend.

If Kalas found him
and took his head, he'd be even stronger.

Methos?

I'm looking for
a particular old,

powerful Immortal--

Methos. Speak!

I'm sorry, Christine,
but Don is dead...

and nothing you do
will bring him back.

He gave you and your damn
Watchers more time than he gave me.

Immortals are part of history.

-They are part of the truth.
You want the truth?

I'm going to tell the truth.

I'm meeting the editor
of theTribune.

Tomorrow the world is going to
know about Immortals.

You're finished-- all of you.

I really love
coming here.

Do you remember when
Gustave Eiffel built this thing?

Yeah, World's Fair, 1889.

Half of Paris thought it would
destroy the city forever.

There were fistfights
all along the Champs-EÉÉlys?es.

Now you can't imagine Paris
without it.

I think I could
come here forever.

If they let us.

You know when Kalas had you,
I thought I'd lost you.

I felt--

Yes?

I didn't like the feeling.

It's 3:00 p.m.
Amanda and MacLeod are playing tourist at the Eiffel Tower.

Looks like a slow day.

There's something else
on your mind.

Yeah, the future,
if there is one.

We've lived through
witch hunts before. We're still around.

Yeah, but this time
it'll be different.

Intelligence services,
technology-- they'll find us.

And we'll scare
the hell out of them.

What people are afraid of,
they'll destroy...

or use.

I'm not ready for this.

Neither am I.

No one is.

Christine,
I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but...

these stories--

I know Don's death
was a terrible blow to you.

They're not stories, Jeremy,
and I'm not crazy.

I didn't say that. But...

people running around
chopping each other's heads off, living forever?

What am I supposed to think?

All I'm asking
is that you look.

All right, Christine.
Let's see this proof of yours.

I know you're humoring me.

Look.

Graydon Hammer,
the billionaire-- 1994.

Oh, Christine,
we all know Graydon Hammer. If that's all the proof--

See the scar under his eye?

Now.

Harold Grimes, 1953.
Check the scar.

Well, it's the same scar.
It's a coincidence.

Heinrich Greich,
the Reichstag, 1938.

The scar.

Damn. They look alike.

Benjamin Tyson,
publisher, 1916.

Colonel Henry Gattle, 1863,
before the Battle of Gettysburg.

The picture's fuzzy,
but you can still see the scar.

Herbert Gris.
Paris, 1818.

My God.

I did a story about this guy
when I was at Harvard.

He got lost at sea.
He wasn't lost, and he didn't die.

He's Graydon Hammer.

These... Immortals,

how many of them are there?

More.

A lot more.

My God.

It's a disaster.

Wait a minute.
Salzer's wife gets our records and goes to the papers?

How the hell
could you let this happen?

Jacques, no one
let it happen, okay?

That database
that you and Salzer made wasn't sanctioned!

It was something new.
It would have been useful. Why?

Because some pissant
grad student thinks so...

and screws up a Watcher system
that has worked for thousands of years?

Security is the reason
we stay separate!

So that one idiot won't
compromise us all!

Look, you cannot blame
this whole thing on Adam.

No.

I can blame you.

Europe's my territory.

If you didn't have
the stomach to kill her, you should have told me.

- I tried to shoot her.
- Evidently not hard enough.

I don't think
this is helping anything.

You weren't there, pal.

No. If I was, she'd be dead.

Next time I'll know
to send a man.

- You son of a bitch!

Everyone feel better now?
Why don't we try something useful?

You okay?
Yeah.

He's got
quite a temper on him.

And a wicked right cross too.

Is it okay if I drop you
at the hotel? Sure.

Where you gonna go?
Tribune. I'm gonna see Clancy.

The editor?
You can't stop this now.

No, spin control.

You know,
I can answer a few questions, maybe reduce the hysteria.

Straight into
the lion's den, huh?

What makes you think
you're gonna come out alive?

I've got a lot to offer.
5,000 years of history, Joe. I was there.

History's been written,

and people have been known
to kill the messenger that waltzes in...

with a new version
of the truth.

Why would I tell the truth?

MacLeod, haven't you ever
wanted to do something really, really crazy?

I mean, what's the worst thing
that can happen?

Amanda, be careful.
We don't fly.

Have you ever tried? Relax.
Whatever happens, I'll survive.

- In front of everyone.

Look, after tomorrow,
everyone's gonna know anyway.

Come on. For once in your life,
just lighten up and let go...

and break the damn rules.

The whole world is about to
crash down around their ears and you want to play games.

Yes. Why not?
What better time? Come on.

Ah, what the hell.

Oh, boy.

Nice view.

Come on, MacLeod.
Let's do it. Let's jump.

No. Uh--

- Let's dance.
- Hmm?

How'd you do it?
How'd you get me up here? Because you love it.

Is the food to your liking?
Never tasted better.

Rare spices,
only available here.

Hmm. We could use
a taste of this at home.

Not now.

I could use a man
on my staff who understands Western armies,

and, uh, my court offers
many diversions.

Ah, Your Highness does me
a great honor, but I cannot stay.

Hmm. Perhaps I might
entice you to change your mind.

Perhaps.

MacLeod, get me out of here.

Not a chance.
You're on your own. Want a grape?

I see you look on them
with favor.

Oh, aye. Of course.
But that one-- the pale one--

she doesn't seem to know
what she's doing.

Hmm. The tall foreign one.
Aye.

- She is new to the dance.
- Ah.

But, uh, she has
other skills to compensate.

Really?

perhaps one of them
would interest you.

Perhaps.

The clumsy one.

With the special skills.

- A thousand apologies,
honored guest,

but, uh, I'm afraid
you'll have to pick another.

Well, truly, her dancing
wasn't that bad.

She's a thief,
and she will be punished.

What jewels?
No. Move. Move!

The one at the back
on the left is from Persia.

Now, if you want
truly special skills--

A woman!

Two big men like you
to guard one small, helpless woman like me?

Do you think I'm going to
break these chains and tear you apart?

What are you, eunuchs?

Listen! Be silent.
Or what? You'll add another lifetime to my sentence?

You won't stay long.

Your punishment
will fit your crime.

Your thieving hands
will be removed.

Please, it was a mistake.

Tell the sultan
I'm sorry and that I'll give him back his jewels.

The sultan never
changes his mind.

It's about time.

What are you doing?

Wait! Wait!

- Why do I do this?
- Because you love it. What now?

Oh, let them in.

Quick!

Move!

Not bad. Come on!

Go!

I can't tell you
how much I love this.

Oh, do hold still.

All that fussing
over a little arrow.

Really.

Oh. Well, you're not dead,
and we're safe.

Ah, with you.
Aw, look. I appreciate your help.

And I'd appreciate
being a thousand miles away from you.

You're angry.
How perceptive!

Oh. What if I kiss it
and make it better?

How much better?

Oh, my God.
Oh, thank you.

You know, Amanda,
I want you to know,

if it all ends--

I mean, uh--

You love me. I know.

You always have.

Everything's there.
When they appeared, when they disappeared.

Names, aliases.
Everything.

The people entered these files,

the Watchers.

Don was one of them.

He knew.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

But I did.

What are you going to
do about it?

It's the story of the century.

More than that,
it's the beginning of the apocalypse.

When this gets out,
all hell's gonna break loose.

Give me Charles White,
C.I.A., Langley, Virginia.

Not now,
unless it's urgent.

How's life and death?

Dawson sent you.

Hardly, Mrs. Salzer.

Hardly.

Lovely.

Brilliant.
You have to admire them.

They have files on half
the Immortals in Europe here.

That's what you're after?

A bunch of pictures.
That's right, Nino.

Pictures of
the ones like me...

and the ones
who watch them.

Somebody's watching you?

Waswatching me, Nino.

He's dead.

But now I found
the one who sent him.

You know, I have a great idea.
Why don't we find a tropical island...

and just hole up
for the next few decades.

Just you and me, huh?
Yeah.

If the rest of the world
wants to go to hell, then let's let it.

I thought you'd be packed
and on a plane to somewhere.

See? I tried that already.
It didn't work.

What's up?

Clancy, the editor
of theTribune,is dead.

So is Christine Salzer.

-How?
- I didn't do it.

Someone got there
ahead of me.

The disk.
Gone.

The computer was wiped clean.

- You don't think it was Joe.
- No, he had his chance. It wasn't him.

- Then who was it?
- My guess...

is one of the Watchers--
a local named Vemas.

Has anybody spoken to him?

Not yet, but...
it wouldn't surprise me if he denied it.

Well, a double murder
isn't something most people would admit to.

I'm glad it's over.
Maybe it's not.

There's still someone
out there.

- Kalas.
- How would he know about this?

I know he's dangerous,
but aren't you being a little paranoid?

Maybe.

Tell me more
about this Vemas.

Last saw him about
two years ago in New York.

Yes. Yes.

I know you.

And I know you.

You murdered my friends.

Oh, let's not get stuck
on petty details.

You have my files.
You know all about me.

I am not afraid to die.

There are worse things
than dying. Let's talk about me.

MacLeod.

It seems you're always
a day late and a dollar short.

You have the files.

You killed Clancy
and Christine Salzer.

All in a good cause.

I did us all a favor.

And this is the way
you show your gratitude?

You're enjoying this.

It's not about enjoyment.
It's about power.

In the game,
out of the game. Human, Immortal.

They're all the same to you,
aren't they? You have no code, no rules.

There are no rules.

Oh, there's one.

Let's find out,
just you and me.

Oh, you think so?

Come on, you git.

It's broken.

Poor Nino.
Does it hurt?

Y-Y-Y-Yeah.

Not anymore.

Nowthere's just you and me.

But there can be only one.

One thing.

If I die,
everything goes public.

Salzer's file
is on my computer.

If I'm not there to stop it,
it automatically goes out...

to every news agency
in the world.

Marvelous thing, technology.

You're lying.

I think you know me
better than that.

Kill me,
and you blow everyone's cover.

Everyone.

Or...

you can lose your head
and save us all.

It's for you to choose.

What a dilemma, MacLeod.

I'll let you think about it.

See just what kind of a hero
you really are.

You should have killed him.
I-I-I can't believe you had him and you let him go.

That's crazy.
It's not as simple as all that, Amanda.

I'll tell you what simple is.
Dead is simple.

If I kill him,
all the information on the disk goes public.

Yeah, but what are you gonna do?
You're just gonna stand there and let him take you?

Wait a minute.
What are you thinking?

What, are you gonna--

No, you wouldn't do this,
would you?

Got any good ideas?
Yeah. One.

Kill the bastard.

Did I miss something?

Let him tell you.

Let's take a walk.

Clever.

We don't know where he is,
and even if we did, he'd feel us coming and upload the files.

I can't see that he's left
any doors open.

Just one.

I was in Rome once.
93 A.D., the Colosseum.

I saw Christians
facing the lions.

Some of them looked almost happy
to die for their faith.

Your point?
Or are we just strolling down memory lane here?

But afterwards, the only ones
looking happy were the lions.

This isn't about faith.
No. It's about sacrifice.

It's a hell of a thing
to be a martyr, MacLeod.

And that's what Kalas wants.
He's pushing all your buttons.

Well, I'm open
to suggestions. Enlighten me.

Maybe Amanda's right.
You fight your best fight.

What, every man for himself
and to hell with the rest? So what if the world finds out.

Life is about change.
Civilizations rise and fall.

This isn't about civilizations.
This is about people.

Amanda, Dawson, Richie.

Our world is not
an ant farm.

The passion of youth.

Boys will be boys.

And every cloud
has a silver lining.

What do you mean?

If you die,
Amanda will be free to date.

That's a comfort.

Yes?

Delightful to hear
your voice again, my sweet.

Sorry I can't say the same.

Put MacLeod on.

He's not here right now,
but, um, I can take a message.

Listen carefully.

Not very sporting.

You should have learned
your lesson.

And you should have been
more careful shaving.

But I can finish the job.

Where to now, my sweet?

Come on, Kalas.
You afraid of heights?

Au revoir, my sweet.

Or should I say...
good-bye.

- Some other time.

Well, at least I tried
to do something.

Nobody asked you to. Do you
have any idea what happens if that disk goes public?

Yes. You stay alive.

Amanda, I know you don't
want to listen to anybody, but you're gonna listen to me.

Look at me!

Stay out of this.
Please.

Is that the way
you want it? Yes, I do.

Fine. I'm out of it.

I don't want to hear
you don't know where he is. You find him!

Hey, Joe, relax.
There are 10 million people in Paris.

I guess you guys
can't be everywhere. Yeah, well, they have to be.

That's right.
It's Duncan MacLeod.

Anybody have
a problem with this?

Go on. Go on.

We can't kill
what we can't find.

So much for watching.

He hunts us,
we hunt him.

No more rules.

Come on. Let's go outside.

We didn't start this, Mac.
He did.

Now, if you find him
before we do, can you beat him?

Maybe.
If you fight to win.

You better find that disk.

- Yes.
- Dawson. Dawson, I found it.

I found Kalas.
Martin,

where's Amanda,
and where the hell are you?

I'm inside right now.
The disk is in the computer.

Where are you?

In Kalas's place
on the Rue de Mars.

As soon as he leaves,
I'll get the disk.

It's Martin.
He's found Kalas's hideout.

Tell him
to get out of there now! Martin--

- Martin!

- Martin!

Martin!

Answer me, damn you!

Martin? Martin!

It's not that easy, Dawson.

You son of a bitch.

Oh. Is that any way to talk
in front of the dead?

I want MacLeod.
He's not here.

Then find him!

That's what
you Watchers do, isn't it?

And tell him
he meets me tonight,

otherwise we're all on CNN.

Well?

Kalas found Martin.

Any news?

Well, we know that Martin
was on the Rue de Mars, near the Eiffel Tower.

That only leaves
about a thousands places that Kalas could be.

Any chance of finding him
before the deadline?

Zip.

That's it then.

I'm sorry, Mac.

It's Kalas's play.

Whatever happens,
he wins.

That'll be the phone.

Hi.

Hi.

Look, uh,
about what happened, I really--

I'm sorry.
So am I. Forget it.

No, uh, about everything.

All these years, I've been
a real pain in the ass.

You could say that.
More than once.

It was worth it.

MacLeod, I-- I know
this is a little hokey,

but I don't think
Rebecca would mind.

There was a time when a knight
never went into battle without a lady's favor.

So,

I'd like you to have this.

For luck.

I just want you to know...

because I really--

I know.

You always have.

Always.

Always.

You're early.
I'm careful.

Well, MacLeod,

nobody here but us.

And I do adore the view.

It's a good place to die.

So, what's it going to be?

What do you think?

I think,

whatever happens,

it's over.

Hear that, Kalas?

That's a fat lady singing.

You have me
at a disadvantage, MacLeod.

But remember,

if you do kill me,
you're finished too.

Maybe it's worth it
if it rids the world of you.

Stay noble, MacLeod.

It's what you're good at.

Do it!

The Eiffel Tower.
The world's biggest lightning rod.

I don't see him.
Where is he?

Well, that was a big one,
wasn't it?

So, what'll we drink to?

How about the wonders
of modern technology?

Hmm. To MacLeod,

still in one lovely piece.

I'll drink to that.

Fitzcairn and Paul.

To old friends.
And new ones.

Cheers.

Oh, Mac, I, uh,

thought you might be
interested in this.

Better late than never.

I'm sorry. Champagne
makes me so sleepy.

Time to leave.
Oh, no. Not on my account.

Really.
I'll have another then.

Oh.
Tomorrow.

Come on, buddy.

Let's see what kind of trouble
we can get ourselves into.

Good night.
Be good.

Good night, Joe.

Night, Methos.

Guess it worked.
Yeah.

You know, um,
we've said some things...

that we've never said before.

And--

You want me to
take 'em back?

No, not tonight.

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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