All language subtitles for Highlander s05e11 Hman.eng

I can't believe
you did that.

MacLeod, the guy gave me a
ticket. It was a selfless act...

in the interests of
historical accuracy.

An oversized ego would
have nothing to do with it.

I think they love me. They'd love a
hammerhead shark if he had a nice smile.

They've asked me back next
week. What do you think?

One word. Okay.

Animal, four legs,
carries heavy weights.

Donkey. No, no, no, no,
no. Try three letters.

Three letters,
that would be--

Someone could have
recognized you.

No, I don't think so. Besides,
didn't go through the final.

Yeah, because you lost. Tom
Jones didn't popularize the twist.

So, I'm a little weak
on pop culture. Uh-huh.

Well, who the hell is Chubby Checker
in the grand scheme of things anyway?

I mean, I know
how tall Nero was.

I know Caesar's favorite food. I know
Helen of Troy didn't have that great a face,

and it only launched a hundred ships not
a thousand, I-- Blah, blah, blah, blah.

You expecting anyone?

Maybe it's one
of your fan club.

Okay, there's another way back. It's
a bit longer but I prefer the view.

Yeah, send me a postcard.

You're not coming? No, I
like to know who's around.

Listen, I may not know
who Chubby Checker is,

but I know when it's
time to disappear. Yeah.

Good luck.

Koren?

Looks like Koren and his
Comancheros left their mark.

My guess is we're probably
about two hours behind him.

Yep. How many with him?

I'd say about six. Plus
the horses they stole.

They didn't even bother to hide their
tracks. They're headed straight for town.

We're in for a fight.

These boys of his think Koren's got
some kind of magic. Figure he can't die.

Yeah, I know.

We'll just have
to prove him wrong.

I hate to leave these
poor souls like this.

Let God watch over them.

If we don't stop Koren now,
there will be more bodies to bury.

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

You're quite a
tracker, MacLeod.

You've been in
the military?

I done my time.

They say Melvin Koren's
been shot, stabbed.

Some claim he was even lynched.
I find that hard to credit.

The Comancheros call
himEl Gato,"the cat."

They say he
has nine lives.

No, he's just got one,
like everyone else.

And like everyone
else, he can lose it.

They're in town.
By the corral.

I hope you can shoot as
well as you can track.

You ready?

Show no mercy, gentlemen.

And expect none.
Let's do this.

Hey, Chihuahua.
Looky here.

Donde esta el Gato?

Careful. There's
another one.

Look what we have here.

The famous Texas Rangers.

And they brought a friend.

Melvin Koren,

I'm obliged to place you and
these men under arrest for murder.

I like it fine right here.

Saloons,

women,

whiskey.

No, I think
we'll stay put.

Either way, Koren.

On your feet or on your
back, it's all the same.

I think you came
a long way to die.

I do love the
old ways best.

It's over.

Next time.

Adios, Highlander.

Now you see me,
now you don't.

Koren.

What are you doing here?

Trying to kill someone.
What does it look like?

He's gone. Come on.

I don't want a drink.

Then you won't
mind if I have one.

It's not every day I almost
take my friend's head by mistake.

Or she takes mine.

It was an accident.
Oh, I'm glad to hear it.

I was this close, Duncan.

This close, and he got away.
But not again. Not ever again.

Why don't you
tell me about it?

I'm wasting time.

Then waste it. I can't.

He's getting away. I
shouldn't even be here.

This is exactly
where you should be.

You're in no shape to
fight anybody, Cassandra.

I'll take the chance.
Then you'll lose.

Cassandra, I know Koren.
I know how dangerous he is.

Koren?

Yes. Melvin Koren.

The man you're
after. I know him.

You don't know him at all.

Long before he called
himself "Koren,"

he went by
another name--

Kronos.

The what? He can't be.

No?

If the Horsemen were
alive at all, they-they--

They existed ages ago,
maybe thousands of years.

They can't exist anymore.

I'd give my life
to believe that.

But it's not true.

One lives.

I can still see them.

They were monsters.

They rode across the world we
knew and brought terror and death.

Where they were,
life ceased.

They were without mercy.

They were without fear.

I lived with a tribe of
nomads. A healer named Hijad...

found me as a baby and
raised me as his own.

I wasn't immortal yet, but Hijad
sensed special powers within me.

The pain will
leave you soon.

But do not use the
arm until I tell you.

Did I make the
medicine badly?

You made it perfectly.

Why did you make
magic over him?

There is more to
healing than herbs.

You will learn.

And one day you will
pass my simple skills.

Then you will
be the healer.

But you will
always be here.

Not always.

No!

What are they?
The Horsemen.

Do you know what we are?

We have nothing you want.

Then you die.

No! No, wait!

No!

They took what they
wanted and... left nothing.

Hijad, my people,

everything I knew and
loved was destroyed.

It was the end
of the world.

The end of, uh, my world.

I never knew.

I tried to forget
what happened.

Years turned
into centuries,

then more centuries.

I thought I'd
succeeded and then...

I learned
Kronos was alive.

Melvin Koren.

Oh, whatever he wants to
call himself, he is Kronos.

He'll always be Kronos.

All the hate,

all the pain I tried
to leave behind, it--

It never leaves, does it?

Sometimes.

For a while.

You're kidding me, right?

The Four Horsemen of the
Apocalypse, like in the Bible?

No, like in the
Kentucky Derby.

Oh, well, great. We'll
phone my bookie, Mac.

Who we bettin' on--
War, Famine, Pestilence?

Death.

You're serious.

Dead serious.

Well,
uh--

Throughout history, there have
been mounted raiders. Yeah.

I mean, local stories, they turn
into legends. Legends turn into myths.

The Four Horsemen of--
They're symbols of doom.

A symbol didn't put
my tribe to the sword.

Joe, look.

The Horsemen were Immortals.
One of them was called Kronos.

Kronos? Sounds like somethin'
out of the Dark Ages.

Bronze, actually.

I know. I was there.

So what do you
want me to do?

Find Kronos.

How?

I mean, even if
this is for real,

I've never heard
of this guy before.

Yeah, but you have
heard of Melvin Koren.

Yeah.

I'll see what
I can find out.

MacLeod?

Is that you?

Greetings, brother.

Kronos.

I missed you too.

It's been a long time.

How you feeling?

Like I left my heart
in San Francisco.

I didn't know
you had a heart.

Does it hurt?

What do you think?

Since you ask,

I think you're not
used to pain, brother.

What's happened,
you got soft?

I just passed through my angry adolescence
a little quicker than you, Kronos.

For a long time, I
thought you were dead.

I didn't even bother
looking for you.

Then I heard rumors.

Methos, the
world's oldest man.

You slipped up
there, old friend.

You got sloppy.

Well, we're none
of us perfect.

I shouldn't be surprised
you're still alive.

You were always the
one I counted on.

You weren't the
strongest or the toughest,

but you were the survivor.

It's what you do best.

Or did.

So you've come to kill me.

It's whatIdo best.

But you do have a choice.

Oh, I'm all for choices.

Well, you can either
lose your head,

or you can join me.

Well, since you
put it that way--

Welcome back, brother.

Methos.

I was worried about you,
MacLeod. Glad you made it.

Yeah, me too.

Uh, something unexpected has
come up-- Yeah, tell me about it.

Listen, have you ever heard
of an Immortal named Kronos?

Kronos? Yeah.

You?

Who's this?

Draw your sword.
MacLeod, who is she?

Cassandra, what are you doing?
Stay out of this, MacLeod.

You don't know me.

Do you think I could
ever forget you?

Surprise, you're not dead.

Your kind is hard to kill.

You'll have to try
harder than that.

Where are they?

Hijad, my people.
Take me to them.

You want to see them? Yes.

There they are.

You killed them?
All of them?

Including you.

The wound.

It's gone. I
should be dead.

You live because
I wish it.

And you stay alive...

as long as you please me.

That did not please me.

I am Methos.

You live to serve me.

Never forget that.

You're a thieving bastard,
Caspian! You always were.

It's mine! It
belongs to me!

It belongs to
whoever can take it.

I saw it first! I
fought as well as you.

I killed more people. Women
and children don't count!

I can kill you
just as well.

Lay it down, Caspian.

Why should I?

Because if you do
not, I will kill you.

Trust me. If I have to
lose one, it will be you.

Kronos. Problems?

Not anymore.

Well, there's one
way to make sure.

Lift it.

We share everything.

You died once today.
Did you enjoy that?

Well, learn this
lesson well--

I will kill you as many
times as it takes to tame you.

This is crazy. It
wasn't me, MacLeod.

Do something. This is
between you and me, Methos.

Get out of here. Now! Go!
Let go of me! Let go of me!

Only until you
calm down. Okay?

Okay.

He's gone. You have
no right to interfere.

He didn't even know you.

He's a liar.

Don't come
between us again.

Cassandra, he's my friend.

Your friend rode
with Kronos--

killed and raped
alongside him.

He was one of
the Horsemen.

I don't know, Mac.

Methos, Kronos,
the Four Horsemen.

I don't buy it. Why not?

This is our Methos she's
talking about, right? Yeah.

I mean, he is the one Immortal I
know that never looks for a fight.

- Has he been here?
- I ain't seen him.

Fine. Mac!

This is thousands of years
ago we're talking about. Right?

I mean, someone lives with thoughts of
revenge that long, it becomes an obsession.

Maybe she's delusional.

No, no, no, no.
Not Cassandra.

Mac, maybe she's a liar.

What do you really
know about this woman?

What do I know
about Methos?

Can you imagine him...

murdering women and
children for pleasure?

- No.
- No.

I mean, sometimes all you
have to go with is your gut.

If I were you,
I'd listen to him.

It's just not enough.

Hey, as you know, the
Watchers don't know everything.

Hell, you know as much
about Methos history as I do.

If it's proof
you're looking for,

buddy, I am fresh out.

Then I'm just gonna
have to find my own.

So, you're back.

What did you think I'd do?

Run and hide? Go somewhere
you couldn't find me?

No.

You're too smart for that.

You know that I'd track you
down no matter how long it took.

And then I'd kill you.

Well, it's nice to
feel wanted. Not want!

Need!

A dozen times I tried
to take up the old ways.

But I failed.

The others I rode
with were trash.

Scum.

I had no one to
plan my raids.

No one who understood
the true use of terror.

You are one of
a kind, Methos.

As we all were.

There was never
a band like us.

Never in all history.

You took a risk, letting me out
of your sight earlier on today.

A lot of time has passed
since we rode together.

I had to be sure of you.

And now I am.

Don't you understand?

I'm not like that anymore.

I have changed.

No.

You pretended to.

Maybe even convinced yourself you had,
but inside, you're still there, Methos.

You're like me.

Not anymore.

No?

Tell me you
haven't missed it.

The killing?

The freedom! The power!

Riding out of the
sun knowing that...

you're the most terrifying
thing that they've ever seen.

Knowing that their weapons and
their gods are useless against you,

that you're the last
thing they'll ever see.

That's what you are
meant to be, Methos.

Don't fight it.

Feel it.

I'm going to
do you a favor.

You know Cassandra's here.

We didn't exactly
exchange gifts.

Then you know that she'll kill
you if she gets the chance.

You never could bring yourself
to take her head, could you?

So I'm going to
do it for you.

And in return?

You kill Duncan MacLeod.

But he's my friend.

He's nothing to you. Why?

Why?

Because he's your friend. Because
you still have to prove yourself.

And because you owe me!

Now swear.

Swear you will
kill MacLeod.

I swear.

Going somewhere?

You shouldn't be here.

What are you runnin' from,
the question or the answer?

There is no
answer, MacLeod.

Let it be.

Is what she said true?

I'm outta here.

No, you're not.
You're not outta here.

Is what she said true?

I was different. The whole
bloody world was different, okay?

Did you kill
all those people?

Yes.

Is that what
you want to hear?

Killing was all I knew. Is
that what you want to hear?

It's enough.

No. It is not enough.

I killed,

but I didn't just kill 50--
I didn't kill a hundred.

I killed a thousand.
I killed 10 thousand!

And I was good at it.

And it wasn't for vengeance.
It wasn't for greed.

It was because I liked it.

Cassandra was nothing.

Her village was nothing.

Do you know who I was?

I was Death.

Death. Death on a horse.

When mothers warned their children that the
monster would get them, that monster was me.

I was the nightmare that
kept them awake at night.

Is that what
you want to hear?

The answer is yes.

Oh, yes.

We're through.

Joe, you can't defend it.

I'm not defending it. I'm
trying to understand it.

What's to understand? When he rode
into a village, there was life.

When he rode
out, there wasn't.

You weren't there.
Different times, MacLeod.

Different rules.
Different morals.

You can't compare it.
I won't compare it.

And I can't
excuse it. Yeah.

How many men
have you killed?

How much blood have
you shed in anger?

Look, I know what I've
done, and I live with it.

But I'm telling you.
This is different.

What the hell are you talking
about? I'm talking about a bunch...

of murdering bastards that burned
and raped across two continents.

They butchered innocent
women and children, Joe.

You live with
that. You see that.

I have. Vietnam.

When we took
out a village,

we couldn't tell the
farmers from the soldiers.

You think somehow the bullets
managed to miss all the children?

This is different.

How? Because he loved it.

Because he had
pleasure in killing.

Yeah?

Yeah, I got it.

Kronos.

Where?

That abandoned power station
down at the old south docks.

I thought you said you didn't
have a Watcher on Kronos.

We don't. We have
one on Cassandra.

She led us to him.

I hope you brought
me his sword.

I brought mine.
It's all I need.

You look
different somehow.

Maybe it's because you're
on your feet for a change,

instead of your back.

Centuries pass.

Nations come and go.

You remain the
same. I try.

Did you come here for me?
I'm afraid Methos is busy.

He's out killing MacLeod.

Let's see if you've learned
anything in the last 3,000 years.

You're weak, Kronos.

Tired.

All you want to do
is close your eyes.

You have to
close your eyes.

Why? So you can kiss me?

Your sword grows heavy.

Make love to me
before I kill you.

And cut out the
feeble tricks.

They won't work on me.

Well, maybe
this will--

Methos never liked the
idea of killing you.

But I do.

You witch!

You're dead!

Come out now and
I'll make it quick.

If you don't,

you're going to be
begging me to kill you.

Then let's make it quick.

'Cause I can't wait.

I guess it's true.

You wait long enough,

everything comes back.

Come and get it.

You should have killed me
when you had the chance.

I can wait.

I didn't think you
were still alive.

I'm here. Did
you find Kronos?

Yeah. He's dead?

Then I failed.

No, you didn't fail.
You're still alive.

And so are they.

It'll never be over
until they're both dead.

Then we'll find them.

Why did you
stop the fight?

You saved MacLeod. Could
have gone either way.

I couldn't
take the chance.

Were you afraid
of me losing?

Or him?

Have I been wrong
about you, hmm?

Maybe I should kill you right
now and make absolutely sure.

If you do that, you'll
never have the Four Horsemen.

What are you saying?

Silas and
Caspian are alive.

You're lying.

I can take you to them.

Then you live.

The Four Horsemen
ride again.

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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