All language subtitles for Highlander s05e08 Little Tin God.eng

Every time I
feel the spirit

Movin' in my heart

I will
pray-ay-ay

Every time I
feel the spirit

Movin' in my heart

I will pray

On the mountain

My Lord spoke

Out of his mouth came

Fire and smoke

All around me
looks so fine

I asked my Lord
if all were mine

Every time I
feel the spirit

Movin' in my heart

I will
pray-ay-ay

Every time I
feel the spirit

Movin' in my heart

I will pray

- Feel the spirit
- Feel the spirit

- Feel it
- Feel the spirit

- In the morning

- I can feel it
- Feel the spirit

- In the noontime
- Feel the spirit

- I can feel it
- Feel the spirit

- Feel the spirit

- Hallelujah and amen!

Oh, you did a beautiful
job. Thank you.

Thank you very much.
You did a beautiful job.

All right now,
y'all take care.

Don't forget Libby's cooking
tomorrow night. Don't be late.

See you tomorrow night. Libby's
been cooking all week now.

I wanna see you there.

I'll see you later.
Y'all be safe now, hear?

Be safe. Derek, you
sounded sweet up there, man.

See you later. You sounded
good up there, brother.

Oh, you did a beautiful
job. Thank you.

Thank you very much. See
you next week, Reverend.

Y'all take care. Somebody gonna
come over to my place for coffee?

Hey, yo, I gotta go
now. Catch you later.

Derek, that was
absolutely great.

You truly lift up your
voice in a joyful noise.

Thank you, Reverend Bell. Oh, no,
don't thank me. Thank the Lord.

He's the one who gave you
your gift now. Amen to that.

All right. It's
nice to be here, Rev.

Glad to have you
here, Derek. Thanks.

Derek!

Oh, no!

Oh, God, no,
please. Please. Oh!

No! No.

Rise up, Derek.

I'm alive. You are.

- Where am I?
- In the morgue.

- I was shot.
- You were dead.

But I healed your wounds so
you could glorify my name.

I have brought you safely through
the shadows of the valley of death.

And I have called upon you to serve
me in the holy war against my enemy.

Who are you?

I am God, Derek.

I am God.

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

I'm Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

I know who you are.

You can't do this. This
is against the rules.

Rules? This isn't a game.

Split up. Split
up. Get around him.

Every time I
feel the spirit

Moving in my heart

I will pray

You know "Rock
of Ages," huh?

Who are you?

An angel of the Lord.

Yeah, and I'm Father
Christmas. Move.

Over here, boy. Good.
All right, go. Go!

You're gonna tell me
what this is about.

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

I'll fear no
evil, for thou...

I'm not going to hurt you. art
with me, thy rod and thy staff--

Will you shut up?

You have no idea
what you are, do you?

I told you. Yeah,
you're an angel.

So, what does
that make me?

You know what
you are... Satan.

I'm the devil?

You believe that?

All right, bright eyes, if I'm the
devil, why did I bring you to holy ground?

It's time to send
you back to hell.

You know the rules.
Put up your sword.

This is holy ground.
We can't fight here.

Are you crazy? What are you
doing? We can't fight here.

He's right. Remember
what God said?

Even the devil can
claim sanctuary here.

Well said, Derek.

He speaks the truth, my children.
Even the devil fears Armageddon.

Have I not told you my house
cannot be used for battle?

Do not be tempted to defile
my holy place with blood.

Larca.

You all right?
A touch of fever.

It's nothing that a good night's
sleep and a soft bed won't cure.

So when can we expect
to find that bed?

It's not much further, Senor
MacLeod. Perhaps tomorrow.

So, we're not lost.

We'll reach Huari by tomorrow.
Two days at the latest.

The ruins are
truly magnificent.

You'll see. I've made
this trip a thousand times.

Yeah, we're lost.

Wait. What is it?

-I hope they're friendly.
-Doesn't look like it.

- What tribe?
- They should not be here.

No, we should not be here.

- If we fight, we have a chance.
- I don't think so.

- There's only two of them.
- That you can see.

I thought these mountains
were uninhabited.

They're supposed to be.

Habla espanol?

Fala o portugues?

Quechua?

Quechua? Quechua?

They don't speak English.

These are not exactly the
ruins I expected, Paco.

I'm sorry, Senor MacLeod.

What is it?
What's happening?

I'm Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

I am Gavriel Larca,
god of the Moche people.

Thank you.

She understands nothing of
your language or your world.

All she knows, all she has
ever known is this village.

She is called Coyantu.

Born on the day ofCoyaraimi,
festival of the moon.

It's a day of great
celebration for the Moche.

I saw her born.

I watched her grow into
this beautiful woman.

And I shall cherish her
until the day of her death.

You're a lucky man.

To them, I am
more than a man.

You don't really believe
that you're a god, do you?

Quien soy yo?

Usted es Dios. You see.

I see she called you God, but it
doesn't mean that you are one, does it?

The Moche are an
ancient people.

Their arts and sciences
rival the best of the Inca,

yet they preceded
them by 1,000 years.

Some of their traditions
go back 100 generations.

They called me God.
Who was I to argue?

Remarkable, isn't it? This
one was cast 1,400 years ago.

So, you're not the first Immortal
these people have called God.

That doesn't
make it right.

What makes a god, MacLeod?

What but the faith
of his followers.

- And they do need faith.
- Faith in you.

Look around, MacLeod.

For 300 years, I
have protected them,

kept them hidden from the likes
of Cortez and those other butchers.

They survive
because of me.

They have become
strong and remain free.

They may be strong, but they're
not free. They're your slaves.

And I am theirs.
They are my people.

They choose to worship me. And
in return, they are cared for.

Is that not a god's
covenant with his chosen?

I think you've been
in the jungle too long.

Will you challenge
me because of this?

I have no fight
with you, Larca.

Good. Then you may
leave in the morning.

If you do not mind, I
think we will leave now.

I said you may go.
The guide stays.

Paco goes with me.

There is a reason why the word for stranger
and enemy is the same in the Moche language.

My people have survived because we have
remained hidden from the outside world.

A man like you can be
trusted with a great secret.

A man
like that--

I swear he will
tell no one.

Will you remain with him every
hour of his life to be sure of it?

I'm sorry, but
our law is clear.

- The wine.
- A local concoction...

designed to keep even
an Immortal subdued.

- No!

- No!

Now it's my turn.

Only if you won't
listen to reason.

You can't reason
with murder.

This wasn't murder. It
was ritual sacrifice.

With his death, my people take the strength
of the enemy. That is the Moche tradition.

Well, we have
traditions of our own.

I told you I didn't have a reason
to fight you, Larca. Well, now I do!

And if I lost? Would you
stay and care for my people?

I'll not play
God. I thought not.

In a week, we celebrateCoyaraimi,
festival of the moon.

The Moche worship a god who
holds a sword in one hand...

and a severed
head in the other.

He is called
"The Decapitator."

And at the festival
of the moon,

they shall see his powers.

He's not a god.
He's an Immortal.

We're all Immortals.

Leave us. I will speak
to the evil one alone.

But-- It
is my will.

His power is no
greater than ours.

Or yours.

Your will? What have
you been teaching them?

To serve God and
heaven in a holy cause.

You fight your
own battles, Larca.

You and me now,
off holy ground.

I think not.

My disciples do
battle for me.

And they shall
have your head.

And the one who takes it
will offer his own up to me.

Oh, yeah? Three on one.

What about honor? Does
that mean nothing to you?

You destroyed everything I
built, everything I loved.

You turned my
people against me.

I shall have my sacrifice.

I am the one who made you. I breathed
and your lungs filled with life.

I whispered and gave you
purpose. Is this not true?

Yes, my Lord.

You have not yet felt
the sting of my rage.

The bitter saltwater that wells up in
these eyes would drown you in guilt...

and seize up the very
marrow in your bones.

- Am I not power?
Yes, my Lord.

Then cry mercy unto me, for
I am angered beyond rage...

at your failure to bring
me the head of Satan.

I smell doubt.

Derek, do you have doubts?

No.

Your tongue is thick with lies,
and they catch in your throat.

I've been thinking. Yes.

- About MacLeod.
- Satan!

He could have killed
me. Why didn't he?

Because I wanted it so. You
are under my protection, Derek.

Have you lost your faith?
Did I not give you life?

- I'm sorry.
- Sorrow is not enough.

You must believe, and you
must believe absolutely.

Yes, my Lord.

Larca's chronicle here goes
back to 15th-century Portugal.

Dig this. It says he
was a lawyer at the time.

Interesting
choice. Really.

After that, he became one
of the king's royal guard.

By 1510, he was a
pirate on the high seas.

- How do you watch a pirate?
- You become one.

Who says a Watcher
can't be a pirate?

- Oh.
- Say your guy likes the opera.

You go to the opera.

Say your guy takes a notion
to go to the New World.

You grab a handspike.
You sign on.

Are you trying to
tell me something here?

You remember a guy named,
uh, Rodney McFergus?

He was in your
regiment at Waterloo.

He sailed with you
to America in 1816.

You mean that short guy, weak stomach,
hung over the rail all the time?

He traveled with you
as far as Montana.

Then he put in his request for
retirement. Said he'd had enough of travel.

I think the Watcher
pension at that time was...

five acres and
five head of cattle.

Great. But what
about Larca?

Yeah. Okay, it says
that he landed in Peru...

with Pizarro in 1526.

Disappeared about
18 months later.

They thought maybe a tribe
of headhunters got him.

No, he got them.

Are we all going
to die, my Lord?

No. I will not permit it.

Tomorrow is Coyaraimi.

I shall take
MacLeod's head,

and the sky shall open
up with my miracle.

Please, my
Lord, don't wait.

So many have
been lost already.

So many more will
die by tomorrow.

Our people ask why our god has
not protected us from all of this.

Do you question
me? No, my Lord.

I beg you.

If it is your
will, then heal us.

Heal me.

I too have the sickness.

Please.

It shall be so.

I swear it.

It is time.

Taking my head, Larca,
won't change anything.

They're dying, and there's
nothing you can do about it.

You brought the
sick one here.

You have destroyed
my people.

We should have killed you in
the jungle and left you to rot.

If you'd left us alone-- We didn't
ask to be dragged into your village.

It was your damn ritual that
killed them. Your blood sacrifice.

People think there is strength
in Larca. They got his fever.

Your Quickening
will cure them.

It won't. We will see.

Larca promised
to protect them.

When they saw he couldn't,
they turned on him.

I barely got out of there
alive. I had no food, no water.

Took me almost a
week to reach Raul.

If I hadn't been immortal,
I wouldn't have made it.

Is there anything else
on Larca since that time?

No. There is
nothing after 1528.

Till about two years ago.

He showed up in Lima.

Well, what about
his disciples?

No. Zero.

Come on. You know there have
been a lot of shake-ups...

in this organization in
the last couple of years.

Yeah. We just never got
a full-time guy on him.

But do you think that punk really
would have taken you on holy ground?

Yes. He was ready
to kill me, Dawson,

on holy ground.

God only knows what
would have happened.

You know, in
all our records,

there's only one mention of an
Immortal killing on holy ground.

Yeah? Well, it's
never been confirmed.

It's, I don't know,
it's more of a legend.

About two guys going at
it in a temple in Italy.

Yeah? And?

It was in Pompeii.

79 A.D.

The volcano.

Who knows? But
you know right now,

you got other things
to worry about.

Like those punks going
at you, three on one.

Well, it can't be their fault.
They can't know the rules.

Larca's convinced
them that he's God.

He's probably told them that he's
the one that made them immortal.

Well, if they think he's
God and you're the devil,

faith can be a very
powerful thing, MacLeod.

Yeah, well, I have to talk
to them, without Larca.

Well, how do you do that?

You know, I caught a name.

It was, uh, Derek.

That's it. If he's new
and he died around here--

- The obituaries.
- Yeah.

What if you find him?
Well, I'll talk to him.

Tell him what he
is, what his god is.

I don't wanna kill him.

What if he doesn't
listen to you?

Then he may have to die.

Amazing

Grace

How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch

Like me

I once was lost

But now I'm found

Was blind

But now I see

Derek? Yeah, Rev, it's me.

Crazy, huh?

Is it really you?

I-I shouldn't have
come back here.

I didn't know where
else to go. But how?

I saw you die. I did die.

I'm not dreaming.

Do you believe in
miracles? How could I not?

Lord in heaven, how could I not when
the Lord has brought you back to us?

Reverend, why
would God choose me?

Of everyone in the world, why
would God choose to bring me back?

Only God knows
his purpose, Derek.

But I know your goodness.

What does that mean?

You have a good heart,
Derek. You always have.

What if my heart
tells me one thing,

and God tells me another?

What if God
tells me to kill?

Are you sure it's God telling
you to do these things?

Yes. He brought
me back to life.

He healed me
with his touch.

Reverend Bell, I'm scared.

Derek, God is love.

God is not fear.

Reverend, you
don't understand.

The god I'm dealing with,

this guy hates.

Derek, what is it?

Someone's here.

One of God's warriors
or one of Satan's.

We can feel each
other coming.

Reverend, I think
you should go.

What do you want? I have
to talk to you alone.

I've got nothing
to say to you.

Yeah, but there are
things you have to hear.

- Reverend, I really think you should go.
- I'm staying.

Reverend, I swear,
I won't hurt him,

but only he can hear this.

I'm trying to
save his life.

Look to your heart and
ask it if it can trust me.

I won't be far.

I sense only two of
you. Where is Derek?

We don't know.

The time is near when you
shall face MacLeod again.

And this time he'll die.

One of you will draw
him into battle alone.

One of us alone
doesn't stand a chance.

Exactly.

The devil will
claim the victory.

And when he takes the
head of one of my chosen,

all of my goodness
will flow into him...

and bring him
to his knees.

While he is weak, you must strike
his head from his shoulders.

Then you shall come to know
the true glory of your god.

I will reward you.

One of you will die the
noblest death in my service.

Who? Who will die?

Derek will be my martyr.

You have to know
who and what you are.

I know what I am. No, you
know what Larca told you.

He's lying to you. I
won't listen to you.

You have to listen to me.

Derek, you're not an angel,
and I'm not the devil.

We're Immortals,
like Larca.

We have our own battle, but
it's-- it's not like this.

God brought me
back to fight you.

No, Larca is not God, and
he did not bring you back.

He chose me. No, he didn't choose
you. He's lying to you, using you.

No, he protects me from you.
He protects me from death.

What you are protects
you from death.

If someone cuts off your head,
you'll die like anyone else.

Just like Larca, just like me.
He's no different than you or I.

No, you're lying! Derek!

What did you do
to him? Nothing.

Then why did he run?
I told him the truth.

Which is?

I'm sorry, Reverend.
Listen. You have to tell me.

I have just witnessed a
miracle, and I need to know why.

I can't. Look.

I swear before God I will not
tell anyone what you tell me.

Look. A minute ago you asked me to
ask my heart if I could trust you.

Now I'm asking
you the same.

It's a long story.
I like long stories.

You would.

Maybe we should
do this inside.

It's about Immortals, men who live
forever unless they're beheaded.

Men like me.

Um, instead of doing
this in the church,

maybe we can do this someplace
where I can get a drink.

Derek was in 15 foster
homes by the time he was 10.

Then he found you?
Then he found God.

I just happened to
be there at the time.

Oh, that boy didn't have
to be taught to believe.

He took to it natural,
like coming home.

- And when he sings,

ahh, you could feel the Lord
coming down just to listen.

Then he died.

Took a lot of praying on my part
to believe that was God's will.

-But he didn't die.
-Larca knew about Derek's faith.

He counted on it
to manipulate him.

Guy got a taste for being worshipped.
That kind of power is addictive.

It's gotta be a real
temptation for any Immortal.

Or any man.

This man, Larca, does
he have long hair,

cold, dark eyes that seem
to look right through you?

- You've seen him.
- I saw him kill Derek.

He took him away from
everything and everyone he loved,

to make him into this
thing, this killer.

And he thinks he
has the right--

If this man can convince
Derek to follow him,

to believe he's God,

well, what if he's
not the only one?

What if others
have done the same?

Does that mean that everything
that I believe is based on a lie?

Reverend, no, it doesn't
mean that. Larca's the lie.

Well, what if he gathers more
followers? A hundred. A thousand.

He has to be stopped.
He will be stopped.

Yeah, if you
can get near him.

Look, I put some
people on this,

and they found out that he
has rented that chapel...

next to the old
Saint Paul Cemetery.

Holy ground. He'll
be safe from you.

Not for long.

Uh, Reverend,
I'll take you home.

No, no, I think
I'd rather walk.

Nice to meet you,
Reverend. Thank you.

Uh, Reverend.

Just want to thank you for
trusting and believing me.

Faith is my specialty.

What? I'm going out there.

To the chapel? Mm-hmm.

MacLeod, it's gonna
be four on one.

Hmm. That makes five.

To be ready for your battle, my child,
you must be cleansed of all doubts.

You must be pure in heart,

pure in belief and
pure in strength.

Your eternal
reward awaits.

Are you ready to
die for your God?

I'm ready.

"He said, 'I will strike down upon them
with great vengeance and furious anger...

those who attempt to poison
and destroy thy brothers.'"

- Who dares?
- Reverend Bell.

- What are you doing here?
- Derek, what are you doing here?

You know this
man isn't God.

What did you tell him? Did you tell him
he'd go to hell if he didn't follow you?

I offered him my love and my
protection, and I gave him eternal life.

What more can a god
do for his soldiers?

You're not God.
You're an abomination.

Reverend, no.
He'll kill you!

He can't.

He may be safe from MacLeod on holy
ground, but he's not safe from me.

Oh, Lord.

Stop him. Now.

Get outta the way, Derek.
Derek, move outta the way.

- I can't let you do this.
- Derek, get outta the way.

Drop it.

Take him outside, Derek,
beyond the cemetery. Go.

Derek, don't do this.

I'm sorry, Reverend.

You did very well, Derek.

You proved yourself
a faithful servant.

Enrique gave his
life in my service.

I shall reward him.

Live again, my son.
Your God commands it.

As for you, Luke, you failed
me when I needed you most.

- You lost your faith.
- I couldn't help it.

Silence! Kneel before me.

Kneel.

I shall cleanse you
of your sin, my son.

Thank you.

Our Father in heaven,
deliver us from sin.

Step away from
the preacher.

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name. No.

Thy Kingdom come, thy
will be done, Step away.

-on earth as it is in heaven.
- No.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses.

It is written, "Thou shalt
have no other gods before me."

Step away, Derek.
I command it.

I command it!

May God have
mercy on you both.

I am God!

Reverend, get
outta here! Go!

Enrique, Derek,
serve me well.

Put it down!

- What are you doing?
- If you're God,

you don't need us.

I told you once.

Well.

I guess it's
just you and me.

By the rules.

Because of you,
all my people died.

They took their
revenge on me.

I was entombed
for 150 years.

You set yourself up as a god,
Larca. You got what you deserved.

I have waited a long
time for this, MacLeod.

Too bad.

I am God! No, you're not.

I have no fight with you.

Unless you make one.

Forgive me.

You're an Immortal,
Derek, as I am.

You're gonna have to
learn what that means.

But that doesn't
mean that we're gods.

Not now, not
ever. Come on.

"Dear MacLeod, Derek is doing okay,
and the kid's got one hell of a slider.

Regards, Carl
Robinson." Really?

Well, you know Reverend
Bell says that Carl...

has one hell
of a baritone.

You made him a Watcher?

Uh, let's just say a
special correspondent.

Opportunity knocked.

I guess that's one way of making
sure he won't tell what he saw.

Were you worried
that he would?

No. Hmm.

You know what he said?
That some of the gods...

and prophets of history
were just Immortals...

with delusions of
grandeur like Larca.

He was just upset.

Yeah, but is it
a possibility?

No, it's not.

Well, how can
you be so sure?

Well, I could quote a
whole bunch of people, Joe,

but it basically boils
down to one thing.

And that is?

Faith, Joe.

Faith.

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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