All language subtitles for Highlander s05e09 The Messenger.eng

Damn it.

I'm Richie Ryan.

Don't be afraid,
Richie Ryan.

Now, what makes you
think I'm scared?

I just wanna
talk. About what?

The weather? Monday
Night Football?

- Peace.
- Oh, hey, buddy. Totally.

It's a good line,
pal, but no dice.

I swear you're
in no danger.

I stopped taking
heads long ago.

I'm not even armed.

Come on, buddy,
You know the drill.

Everyone carries a sword.
Everyone takes heads.

We fight or we die.

That's what
we were taught.

But what if we could
end the fighting?

Imagine.

What if all Immortals
could live in peace--

real eternal peace?

Who are you?

I am...

the oldest of
us living still.

I am Methos.

It's up to you,
Richie Ryan.

You can take my head...

or you can think
about what I said.

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

I thought your
friend was a-coming.

Yeah. Richie gets
here when he gets here.

You're right about her,
Harry. She has got good lines.

But she's gonna
need a major refit.

She'll need new rigging,
the engine's taken salt,

and she's probably got
rot below the waterline.

She's not worth $50,000.
She's not even worth $40,000.

Nope.

What'd you bring
me down here for?

Because...
she'll go for 20.

Oh, I might've known it.

You're an old goat.

- So, you want her?
- I'll be right back, Harry.

I'd been running slaves through
the Underground Railway...

for a couple of years,

helping them escape
north to freedom.

I'd promised Jeffrey we'd get
him past Confederate lines...

so he could join
his future bride,

who I'd already led to
safety in Philadelphia.

Move up. Let's go! We're gonna
check out the field over here.

Come on. Spread out! We'll
get him. We'll get him.

- Over there!
- Get going!

No! Don't!

Hold it right there!
Don't move now, boy!

We got him! We got him over here!
I'll shoot you! I swear I will.

Move it along, all of
y'all. Easy, Jeffrey.

Move it along. Keep moving.
My leg's shot up pretty bad.

I don't think
I can make it.

It's all right, Jeffrey. We'll get you
to a doctor as soon as we get there.

Get on your feet, boy!

The bullet's shattered
his leg. He can't walk.

Well, then you carry
him, or he stays here.

- No!
- If you ride with the devil, you fry with the devil.

Jeffrey, come on. Come on.
Up, up. Up. Now, get going.

Tell that slave
he better hurry.

We don't belong
here, Mr. MacLeod.

We ain't even soldiers.

It's all right, Jeffrey. You stick
close to me. I'll take care of you.

Come on, now. Move it
up. Move it up, boys.

Keep walkin'
now. Keep walkin'.

Get going there. Move it!

Don't you look at
me, boy! Move on now.

Welcome to hell, boys.

Away from the gate.
Get away from the gate.

Let's go. Get in
there. Come on now.

Don't be eyeballin' me!

Stay back. Come
on! You stay back.

Move it!

Yeah, get up there!
Get back! Get back!

Get back there.

Sweet Jesus. Back off!

He's got water!
Gimme that!

Gimme--
Ohh!

God help me, these
are Union soldiers.

They were.

Who's in charge
of this hellhole?

Speak up, soldier.

I think we're
about to find out.

Attention, fellas.
You have been warned!

Get back. Get back. Get it back,
boy. Move back. Shut your mouth!

There is no escape from
Andersonville. It is futile.

It is suicidal for those
that try and for others.

What I do now...

is on your
heads, not mine.

What is he talking
about? Sergeant Hickson.

Yes, sir!
Select three men.

You! You! Come on.

And you! You
know the rules!

For every one that tries
to escape, three others die!

Silence! Silence!

- Yeah, well, that's murder!
- No one questions my authority here.

Bring him to my quarters.

You can't do that!
We're Union soldiers!

Stay right
there. Move back!

Stay back. Hold it right there,
or I'll shoot you where you stand.

Come in.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Colonel William
Everett Culbraith.

Duncan MacLeod.

Have a seat, sir.

I'll stand.

I'm guessin' that you're
an abolitionist, MacLeod.

It may surprise you to
learn that I, myself,

harbor ill feelings towards
the institution of slavery.

Matter of fact, on my farm
just outside of Atlanta,

my wife and I have
no slaves of our own.

Really? But you
have Andersonville.

-You don't approve of my prison.
-Prison?

This is not a prison.
It's a slaughterhouse.

It's all
slaughter, MacLeod--

what they do, what we do.

I seen more death in this war
than I'd see in a dozen lifetimes.

I'm sick
of war--

theirs and ours.

But I'm a soldier, sir,
and I have my orders.

Do your orders tell you to
treat these men like animals?

If they behave like animals, it's
because of the way they treat each other.

No discipline. No honor.

They kill each other
for a crust of bread.

Because they're starving.

These men are soldiers.
They demand respect.

These soldiers are
destroying the South!

My South!

And the truth is, I have
nothing to feed them.

Times are hard. My own
troops are on half rations.

What would you have me do?

For a start, I'd spare those
men you're about to have killed.

Move it along, linin'
up right along the fence.

Come on. We don't
have all day.

I can't afford mercy.
Move along. Move along!

Let's go! I let one escape
attempt go unpunished,

discipline breaks down.

Without discipline,

descend into chaos.

And I will not suffer
chaos under my command.

They're not animals,
they're soldiers!

- Killing them won't stop
others from trying to escape!

I don't like killing, MacLeod,
but I will if I have to.

Wait! I need to talk
to you about a doctor.

I need to talk to
him about a doctor!

Mac! Don't do it!

Just give me a
chance to explain.

What's to explain? Because of you,
that murdering bastard's alive.

So what? You wanted Culbraith to
live? You have any idea what he is?

Mac, it doesn't matter
what he is. It's gotta stop.

- What's gotta stop?
- All of it. The fighting, the dying, the taking heads.

Mac, it's gotta
go. Listen to me.

We can end it.
Because you say so?

Just hear me out, okay?
Someone taught you to fight.

Someone taught him that,
and someone before that.

Because that's the way it is.
That's not the way it has to be.

Mac, I am talking
about peace.

All of us living in peace.

It can't happen. Why not?

Because of men
like Culbraith.

Oh, thank you.

This is gonna
hurt, Jeffrey.

You go ahead, Mr. MacLeod.

You do what you have to.

Tell me again how
my Sara looked.

She looked
beautiful, as usual.

We're gonna get married.

We're gonna name our
firstborn Duncan...

if it's a boy.

Okay.

How is it?

I'm sorry, Jeffrey.
It's the gangrene.

It can't be. Easy.

No, no. Jeffrey, the
leg's gotta come off.

No. No. If it doesn't,
the infection will spread.

We've got to do it,
Jeffrey. It's gonna be okay.

You'll see Sara again, and
you'll have lots of children.

Just won't be able to
run no races with them.

You stay here, okay?

Hold that. I'll
be right back.

I'm gonna get a doctor.

Gangrene.

Your friend should have
stayed on the plantation.

If the leg comes
off now, he'll live.

My surgeon's occupied.

I have wounded of my own.

It'll have to wait. But
if he waits, he dies.

I didn't put him in
harm's way, MacLeod.

You did.

Colonel, he's just a
boy. He's a scared boy.

They're all scared boys.

I'll do what I can.

If my surgeon's available,

I'll send him
in the morning.

Good night, MacLeod.

Thank you.

I didn't figure he'd come.

You have to
hold on, Jeffrey.

I promise you. He'll
be here in the morning.

Oh, I can wait.

It ain't like I'm real
anxious to see him.

Mr. MacLeod. Yeah?

Thank you.

For what?

I was the one that
got you into this.

Mm. I may be a prisoner,

but I ain't no slave.

Tell the colonel-- I
beg your pardon, sir.

The courier said
it was important.

Please! He's suffering! It's
from your brother-in-law.

Just two minutes of your
time! Thank you, Sergeant.

I need to talk to you!

"Dear William,

"this heinous war has
taken an even darker turn.

"It grieves me
to tell you this,

"but your wife, my sister,

and the
children--"

Dismissed, Sergeant.

I need to see Culbraith!

Tell Culbraith
it's about the--

You are not going in here!

Sergeant.

I've come about
the surgeon.

- Your request is denied.
- What?

You promised he'd
be tended to today.

- That is all.
- Damn it, Culbraith! The man's dying in agony.

Agony is what this war's
all about, Mr. MacLeod.

At least give me a knife.
Let me try and save him.

You've had your
answer. Sergeant.

Get him outta here.

It hurts, Mr. MacLeod. I'm
sorry, Jeffrey. I'm so sorry.

Make it stop.

There's nothing I can do.

Please. I don't
wanna die like this.

I can't. I can't do that.

Mr. MacLeod.

You have to.

Okay.

Maybe Culbraith was doing
what he thought he had to do.

You don't know what made him
like that. You're right. I don't.

And I don't
care. But, Mac,

if you talk to him, you might find
that you understand each other.

You know, you might even
find a reason not to fight.

I don't need a reason
to talk to him, Richie.

Some people are evil-- not bad,
not misunderstood, just plain evil.

And you don't talk to
evil. You destroy it.

But, Mac, evil only
exists because of fear.

That's what Methos
is talking about.

Methos? You
talked to Methos?

I know. Imagine that.

The oldest Immortal alive.

Here I thought he was a legend and
then he shows up out of the blue.

And feeds you this stuff
about peace and love.

Mac, this guy's got
wisdom and strength.

Listening to him is like
listening to some kind of saint.

Hmph. He's no saint. I don't
care how old he is, he's wrong.

Mac, you're not
hearing what I'm saying.

I'm talking about a chance
to change our lives forever,

to live without
being afraid.

What, without a head?

Sometimes I don't get you, Mac.
Sometimes I just don't get you at all.

Hey. Grab a beer. There's
a cold one in the fridge.

Yeah, I know.
It's my fridge.

I thought you were out
wandering the world.

Ah, Tibet. Yak butter plays
hell with the digestion.

Besides, I'd had all the
enlightenment I could use.

Maybe you should've
kept it to yourself.

Sorry. I must've
dozed off.

Uh, what is it
we're talking about?

All that crock
you're feeding Richie.

Right. And what crock
would that be, exactly?

Oh, you know. "Stop fighting. Lay
down your sword. Give peace a chance."

- Ring a bell?
- Wow.

- So he's here, is he?
- Who's here?

The other Methos.

What? I never
actually met the guy.

Yeah, but I've
heard rumors.

He wanders around
the place...

spreading his message
to other Immortals.

Using your name?

Well, it's not like I took
out a patent or anything.

Sounds like the guy's started
a franchise or something.

What about this line
about peace and love?

What's that all about? Well, maybe
it's just exactly what he says it is.

Turning the other cheek
only gets you slapped harder.

But it's got such
a nice ring to it.

You know, no more
fighting, no more killing.

Peace and harmony. Don't tell me
you never fantasized about that.

Some young sucker's
always gonna fall for it.

Richie has. Voila.

He thinks the guy is
some kind of prophet.

Well, who's to say
he isn't? You are!

- This guy's a fraud.
- Look.

There are enough people out there
who want my head for who I am.

Now, I say if he wants
to play Methos, let him.

Even if it
gets him killed?

Yeah.

Look. Imitation is the
sincerest form of flattery.

Look at these boots.

What happened to craftsmanship? I
only put a thousand miles on these.

You're gonna convince Richie
that this guy is a fake.

What makes you think
he will believe me?

Because you are going
to be very sincere.

I left Kathmandu for this.

I mean, this has gotta
be some kind of joke.

Joe, help me out here. I mean,
5,000 years of wisdom-- him?

Well, I don't know
about the wisdom,

but, uh, yeah, 5,000,
that's about right.

I know it's a little hard to believe,
but what you see is what you get.

This is the real Methos.

You guys don't understand
what I'm saying.

It's not the name
that I care about.

I mean, this
Methos, that Methos.

It's the message
I believe in.

Richie, the message is wrong.
and it's gonna get you killed.

You just met this guy.

What he's saying goes totally
against everything that we know.

Why would you want
to believe him?

Because he offered
me his life.

- Now, why would he do that?
- Because he's afraid to fight you.

-Or because he knew you wouldn't take it.
- Oh, yeah. Right.

There's one born
every minute.

Okay. Fine. Whatever. I mean, I am
talking about peace here, fellas.

I'm talking about a chance
to end the killing forever.

And you know something? Of all
people, I thought you would understand.

He's young, all right?

Young people,
they make mistakes.

Yeah. Look at disco.

I've gotta get going.

I've got someone to find.

I'm gonna go, uh,
and check on this--

uh, this other Methos.

Maybe I'll turn
something up.

Maybe I'll go and
buy some socks.

Who are you?

They call me Methos.

And you're looking for me.

Yes. But not for
the reason you think.

I carry no sword.

Then you're a fool.

If you kill me, we
won't be able to talk.

Nothing to talk about.

There's you-- what
you are, what you were,

why you feel as you do.

You don't know a
damn thing about me.

I know others who
have known you.

They say that William
Culbraith was a soldier.

They say he lost
his loved ones.

Everybody has.

Does that make it
any less painful?

I told my family
about holy ground.

They thought
they were safe.

The Union soldiers found
them hiding in a church.

They burned it to the
ground with them in it.

You wanted to weep,
but you couldn't.

You wanted to
raise them up,

hear them laugh again.

But they were
gone forever.

So you went out to kill.

As many as I could. But
that didn't end the pain,

so you kept on killing...

until you could no
longer see their faces.

I tried.

I tried to remember.
Jesus, but I couldn't.

I know what you're
feeling, William Culbraith.

And I know how to end it.

I'm Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

This doesn't have to be.

Please, put up your sword.

You must be
the new prophet.

Well, we can talk
about it afterward.

Whatever he did to you,
he did out of pain...

because of what
others had done to him.

But it can end here.

You can end it. It'll
end when I take his head.

Is this what
Darius taught you?

Yes, I knew Darius.

I know what he tried to do
for you, how much he loved you.

Would he be proud of this?

You shouldn't be taking
part in this tragedy.

I was raised a warrior.

I choose battles I
believe to be just.

Oh, I'm sure. You're quite loyal
to your convictions and compatriots.

I wonder what these men think about death--
about convictions and compatriotism now.

When Darius asked
you to consider peace,

you listened, you tried.

You're not Darius. I
carry the same message.

Even if you convince a
thousand to follow you,

it just takes one
to start the killing.

Just one. Will you
be that one, MacLeod?

The one who wouldn't
consider peace?

Choose peace.

- Methos, I presume.
- So they tell me.

You know, it's,
um, interesting.

I was always told
that you were a myth.

And yet you look
very, very real.

Tell me, is it true that you
were a friend of Socrates?

Oh, I've had many friends.

And, um, I've
always wondered--

uh, Cleopatra, what
was she really like?

She was a woman.

She loved. She
lived. She died.

Yeah. Speaking
of death, uh--

You seem very vulnerable.

We're all vulnerable.

Yes, but you a little
more than me, I think.

I mean, a lot of people might want
the head of a 5,000-year-old man.

A lot of people might want to
listen to a 5,000-year-old man.

I suppose that's true.

I mean, 50 centuries. After
all, you must've learned a lot--

uh, knowledge, wisdom,
that sort of thing.

Truth is my beliefs
are very simple.

about your beliefs.

Do you really think that
there's no such thing as evil?

Only fear.

So, what, Genghis Khan and Hitler
were just children playing up?

They were men...
driven by fear...

to commit evil acts.

And if their mother
had loved them truly,

then it would have
been a different world.

Could you say it wouldn't?

What about the game? Do you
really think we can end the game?

-I think it's worth trying.
-Even if it costs you your head?

Can anyone live for 5,000
years and say they did nothing?

Risked nothing?
Merely stayed alive.

It'd be pointless.

Some might think that that
experience was worth saving.

But...

we can talk about it.

No. I've got a prior
engagement, I'm afraid.

I, uh, didn't
catch your name.

No. That's
right. You didn't.

A little pathos, a
little pop psychology--

the guy is either
delusional or he is a fraud.

And you are buying it!

I'm not buying
anything. No?

One speech from the wise one,
and you forgive Culbraith.

I mean, what's next,
friendship rings, the Love Boat?

I haven't forgiven him.
It just made me think.

I'm just saying
don't think too much,

'cause we can't afford
another one on the list.

- What list?
- Ask Joe.

I, uh, did some checking
on this Methos flake.

The other one.

Anyway, uh, there's a trail
of dead Immortals behind him.

He's killing them off. No.

He's just
suckering them in,

and then the Immortal
lays down his sword...

and the next
Immortal doesn't.

Meanwhile, our gentle friend
moves on spreading the word.

Well, I'm not a convert,
and I don't intend to be.

Well, great.
What about Richie?

It's a lot to
think about--

what life and death means,
if it means anything.

I want him to
be right, Mac.

I know.

I don't like killing.
You're not supposed to.

You see, Mac,

change has got to
start somewhere.

Wouldn't you like to live your life
without looking over your shoulder?

Yeah, but it's not
possible, not in this life.

We do what we do because we
have to. We have no choice.

There's a lot of evil
out there, Richie, and...

it's up to people who
can stop it to do so.

If we don't, if we do
nothing, then evil wins.

That's it? It's
just that simple?

Whatever it is,
it's not simple.

Listen, Mac, I respect you more
than anyone I've ever known.

but I have to make my
own decision about this.

I know you do.

For, like, 20 minutes
you haven't said a word.

Go home, Richie. Why?

What did I do?

You're not ready yet.

You'll give it up
when the time is right.

So you're pissed.

No.

I would just rather not
have weapons in my presence.

I know.

But I told you. This goes
against everything I was taught.

Spartans left their children
on a hillside to die.

It wasn't right,

but it's what
they were taught.

We act because
we're taught to act.

We kill because
we're taught to kill,

because we fear death.

Aren't you afraid to die?

Of course. I'm no fool.

You wonder if that's
why I do all this--

because I'm
afraid to fight.

- Get up.
- What?

Get up.

Come at me.

Come at me, please. You
can do better than that.

I wasn't ready for that.

This time, use your sword.

- Strike.
- No.

- I said, "Strike."
- No.

Strike!

Sometimes the
best peacemakers...

are those who are most
experienced in war.

It's not that
I won't fight.

It's that I
refuse to kill.

And that's why you
don't want them around?

My faith is my defense.
So far, it's worked.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

Richie, don't believe
because of my strength.

Believe because
of your own--

because you want to.

I do.

Hey, Rich. You hungry?

Um-- No
thanks.

Well, uh, how
about a workout?

I could put this away and we can go
and have a workout afterward, huh?

I don't think so.

So why'd you come?

Richie, think about this.

I have, Mac.

I've thought about it as much as I've
thought about anything in my life.

Do you realize
what you're doing?

This is not just a weapon.
This is... part of us.

Part of who we are.

Not me.

It's not who I am.

Not anymore.

Look, we don't have
to agree on this.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

I'll see you.

You're not hard to find.

I don't try to be.

I thought about
what you said,

about how I was...

and how I came
to be what I am.

You had no
choice, William.

You were made
into what you are.

And you think
I could change?

I know you can.
If I wanted to,

and I don't.

I don't believe that.

This is a
mistake, William.

Your mistake. I'll
have the head of Methos.

I looked in your heart.
I know I reached you.

And found your death.

If this is what
is in your heart,

to kill an unarmed man...

who kneels before you...

then I was wrong.

But I don't
believe I was wrong.

Believe.

So Richie's his newest
disciple. Isn't that cute.

Oh, and I suppose you
would know just what to do.

Oh, yeah.

Standard response to
unforeseen dilemmas...

perfected over
many centuries.

What?

Nothing.

You know, I think I like
the other Methos better.

You asked.

I think maybe I'll just go look
at the graffiti in the men's room.

Is it just me, or is this
guy really being a jerk!

There's nothing to do. It's Richie's
decision. We have to respect it.

What? Even if
it kills him?

I taught him how to survive. What
he does with that is up to him.

Hey. I didn't mean
to surprise you.

I never thanked you
for saving my life.

It's not a problem. I
mean, it's what he teaches.

Yeah. Yeah, I've never met
anyone quite like the old man.

It's hard to imagine how he's
lived this long without a sword.

How are you
managing? Well, I--

I guess faith can
take you a long way.

You?

Faith? I don't
have any faith.

No faith at all.

Some guys comes along, says,
"Everything's just rosy.

No more death,
no more fear."

Hell, Richie's
gonna buy into that.

But it's a mistake that's
gonna cost him, Mac.

Well, it's his to make.
It's about integrity.

Hey, buddy, don't do it.

You know this
is wrong. Is it?

Well, I guess old
habits die hard.

But he saved your life. I
mean, didn't you listen to him?

Right up until the end. Now, are
you gonna make it as easy as he did,

or are you gonna
put up a fight?

Okay. There's
this Spanish guy--

Alejandro Diego Spinoza.

One day he gets called in by
the Inquisition for questioning.

Red hot pincers,
tongs-- the usual drill.

Now, all he has
to do is say, "No."

Okay? Very simple word.

They take his home, his money,
his lands, but he will not give in.

And so what happened?

He died screaming
in agony.

But he kept his integrity.

Don't save my seat.

Let yourselves out.

Hmph. You are one
calculating son of a bitch.

I guess when you get down
to it, we're all the same.

Not all of us.
He was different.

We were meant for war.

You can't interfere, MacLeod!
The battle's been joined.

I wouldn't think of it.

Is this the part
where I beg for mercy,

or will you say we
don't have to do this?

Neither.

You really think peace
between us was possible?

I'd like to think so.

Would've been nice.

You know, I don't even
know what his real name was.

I mean, I know he
wasn't the real Methos.

Maybe he wasn't
right, either, but...

he was a good man.

Listen. I'm sorry I
disappointed you, kid.

That's okay. Later.

Old-timer, you got any
words of wisdom for me?

- Nope.

Well, uh, thanks for
saving my life... again.

Well, all I did was
level the playing field.

You know, Mac, I think I'm gonna
head out of town for a while--

just get on my bike and try
to figure some stuff out.

All those big questions?

Oh, yeah. If you
don't find the answers,

keep looking.

I will.

Richie.

Be safe.

You too, Mac.

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

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the
future of your world

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