All language subtitles for Highlander s06e04 Diplomatic Immunity.eng

* When I kiss you *

* I get a thrill that
I can't describe *

* From your magic that fills
my mind * Get in the car.

There you go.

All right?

Give your wife
my regards, sir.

Yes, let's go.

* From the tenderness
in your kiss *

* And when you whisper
my name so fabulously *

* It makes me smile
It drives me wild *

Champagne. Thank you.

So we were at the
Pheasantry about a year ago.

Terrible place, surrounded by
these awful pop stars all the time.

Rodney comes up to me and says, "I'd
like you to meet my lovely new wife."

So then Gerald spots us and he thinks
we've come together, so he says,

"I'm glad to see you
two have patched it up."

I think we've nearly finished
the bottle, haven't we?

Doesn't matter.

There's more in the boot.

A whole case.

Give me one
more little kiss.

* It makes me smile
It drives me wild **

No!

Oh, my God!

No, please, God! No!

Look, I didn't
even see him.

You've killed me
darlin' Willie!

Why didn't you look
where you was goin'?

He came out of nowhere! Now
I'm all alone in the world!

No husband, no
insurance. Yes.

And the kids-- The poor little dears will
be begging in the streets for scraps of food.

I wasn't even
going that fast.

Bloody hell! You killed
the only man I ever loved!

Willie. You know, I'm sure that's
gonna be good enough for the police.

Police?

Yeah. Straight on. You're
a murderer, ain't ya?

Well, uh,

um, obviously, uh,

I know that, uh,

money could never take
the place of a loved one.

What you think
you're doing there?

What's your name?

Molly. Molly Ivers.

Molly Ivers.

You see, Molly,

I'd really much rather that
the police were not involved.

You're puttin' me on.

For a man like me darlin'
Willie that's an insult, that is.

Yes.

Yes. Yes, quite
correct, of course. Um--

I'm sorry. I should
never even have, uh,

suggested such a thing.

Now, if you could see your way to
adding another zero on the end, then--

That's a lot of money!
Yeah, you're right.

Proper thing, you know, let the police handle
it and make the whole mess public, like.

A bloke such as yourself, probably
used to seeing your name...

plastered all
over the papers.

Sure, and your
daughter in the car.

Yes.
Um--

Here. Take it.

So, no police then.

No need to now, sir. Be a
proper funeral for me Willie.

Good. Very
good. Very good.

Come on. Get in the
car. God bless you, sir.

Yes. Get in. I thank you
from the bottom of me heart.

- Yes. Thank you.
- And me little ones thank you too.

Right. Don't look, all
right? Just don't look.

Oh, my God! Oh, well
done, my darling.

All in a day's. Just drop the
false modesty right now, okay?

I was good, wasn't
I? You're the best.

And you're
gonna get better.

Now, this is a bit
more lucrative...

than picking pockets in
Picadilly, wouldn't you say, heh?

Well, you know, I really don't think I've
seen that many zeros all in one place before.

Yeah, you're
right. You're right.

You know, you're a
bloody genius. I am?

Yes.

Do you know what? What?

Do you you fancy a cuppa?
A cuppa? A cuppa what?

Don't you think we've earned
something a wee bit stronger?

And after a wee cuppa something a bit stronger,
I think we should go on a shopping trip,

perhaps to King's Road or Carnaby
Street. Shopping-- King's Road!

Are you kidding me? No.

Do you know what
I want? What?

I want a new yellow
miniskirt. How many?

Six! And I want a new
pair of those boots that...

come up to my thighs.
I love you, Molly.

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'll look forward to
meeting her, General.

Calling it a day, Edward?

'Fraid so, Duncan. One more boring
speech, and I'll fall asleep standing up.

It's all part of the job of
the consulate general, what?

Between you and me,
it's the worst part--

backslapping, small talk,

flattering the wives
of foreign dignitaries.

Not quite the battle I thought
I'd be fighting for world peace...

when I joined the
diplomatic corps.

Still, it's good to see a friendly
face. We should meet up for lunch.

Next week, maybe? I'd love
that, yeah. Sooner, if you like.

You all right, Edward? Oh,
sometimes I just wonder...

if the life I'm living is worth the
life I'm living, if you know what I mean.

Mm! And it's sometimes very nice
to be able to talk to someone...

who isn't playing
the diplomatic game.

Well, anytime. You know
that. I'll call you next week.

Okay.

Oh, my God! My husband!
You killed my husband!

Oh, I don't believe it.

It's all right, sir.

He's not dead. What do
you mean, he's not dead?

'Course he's
dead! Look at him!

Oh, he'll be fine.

Put him down! He's dead, I
tell ya! He's gonna be fine.

Let him be! He's
gonna be all right.

Let him be! See?

It's all right, sir. Get back in your
car. I'll deal with this from here.

I'm calling the police!

Go ahead.

Oh, no. Oh! Is that any
way to greet an old friend?

Tell me he didn't, pet.

God damn you, MacLeod. You always
were too noble for my own good.

What'd you stick
your big nose in for?

I mean, every time, why is it you pop out of
the woodwork? Molly, Molly. This is MacLeod.

MacLeod, Molly.
Who? Really?

Yes. The last will and testament, sir,
was left on the desk early this morning.

Ah, my good friend, MacLeod.
Lovely day to die, wouldn't you say.

A moment with
your opponent, sir.

If you don't mind, this is a personal
matter. What are you up to now, Willie?

Well, what does it look like? Do you
not think you have an unfair advantage?

We shall both
have pistols.

May I remind you? You're
an Immortal-- he's not.

Piffle. He challenged me.

And if you really want to know, I
have no intention of killing him.

I want to lose. So,
come on. Trust me, mate.

Well, I'll tell you
one thing, "mate."

You kill him, it won't
be your last duel today.

Understood.

And understand this, MacLeod.
This matter doesn't concern you.

You interfere at
your own peril.

Gentlemen, you'll gather
your weapons, please. Grand.

-Absolutely grand. You shall be my second.
- Oh, an honor, sir.

Pistols, gentlemen.

We have the honor
of the count.

Very well. Is there any
chance of a reconciliation?

My honor has been besmirched.
I shall have satisfaction.

Very well then. Prepare
yourselves, gentlemen.

You have first choice
of a weapon, sir.

And your weapon, sir.

Now, gentlemen, if
you'll about-face.

On the count of 10.

One, two, three,

four, five,

six, seven, eight,

nine, ten.

This veil of
life... is lifted...

at
la--

Many a man I've
seen face death,

but none so nobly
as your friend.

Aye. There aren't-- There
weren't many like him.

Good of you to
wait, MacLeod.

I wouldn't have missed
this for the world.

Where are you going?
Oh, first things first.

Yeah.

Unbelievable.

It is amazing what a man
will do for 100,000 pounds.

I beg your pardon?

My illustrious opponent,
Smythe, and I are partners.

Were partners.
Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Great.Were partners.

We had a little
trading company,

and lo and behold, if Smythe didn't
discover a wee hole in the coffers.

A hundred thousand
pounds, perhaps?

There now. What have I been saying
all this time about you and me?

Great minds and all that,
eh? So, Smythe confronted me.

And, you know, being an
honest man by nature--

- I found myself in the
unenviable position...

of having to
tell the truth.

Be of good cheer, man.
Smythe's an upper-class bore.

By killing me, he's
restored his honor.

At a hundred thousand pounds, I
think he got off quite cheaply.

So what's the problem,
huh? He's happy, I'm happy.

You're a thief
and an embezzler.

It's a good thing
you're a friend, MacLeod.

Anyway, it's getting late. I
must be off. Where are you going?

Catching a ship to the Americas.
Greener pastures and all that, you know.

It'd be rather unfortunate
if you bumped into Smythe.

Yeah, yeah. That too.

Well, thanks
for everything.

Don't mention it.

Isn't this the
setup? It's home.

Home? Home and a slow
getaway vehicle all in one.

Aren't you the sly one? You
haven't changed a bit, Willie.

Thank you.

No Cristal?
Well, I'm sorry.

I didn't know I was gonna find
your dead body in the street.

- Otherwise I would've been more prepared for the celebration.
- Don't be ungracious, love.

- What did you ever do to deserve him?
- Picked his pocket.

You're kidding.

That's my girl.
Twenty-nine years ago.

In Blackpool.
Glasgow, dear.

Yeah, Glasgow. Yeah, of course. I
remember it as though it was yesterday.

- It was a sunny, beautiful day.
- Poured rain.

Yeah. And you, you were all
in white. Looked like an angel.

I was in blue. You
asked me to dance.

And you picked the leather
right out from under my nose.

Said I was the best you ever
saw. That you were, dearie.

And you stole my heart
along with my wallet.

Champagne, anyone?

See what I mean, my darling?
The man's generous to a fault.

No, not this time.

I haven't even
asked you yet.

Thank you.

- Strictly a loan.
-Willie.

All right, all right.
Forget the money.

You wouldn't mind puttin' us up
here for a few days, would ya?

- You want to stay here?
- Well, it is a bit spartan for my tastes, you know.

And we would be a bit cramped, I
suppose. But I'm sure we could manage.

You think so? Yeah! What's a
little snoring between friends?

You've got plenty of hot water, have
you? She takes long showers, this one.

Breakfast-- still addicted to those
bangers in the morning. Oh, God!

Difficult commodity to find, of course,
in Paris, but I'm sure you'll manage.

Grilled tomatoes. Lots of
coffee. Plenty of fresh coffee.

Oh, no. We couldn't. No,
you couldn't, but he could.

Ahh. If you insist.

Oh, I insist. Just a loan.

Yeah,
oh--

That enough?

-Oh, stop!

Anything for an
old friend, eh?

There you go, my dear.

Hope you don't mind
parking around the back.

Oh, look at this. These vines remind
me of my garden at the consulate.

Never seen it, have you? Gonna get
you out there sometime for a party.

Did you have to put the touch on MacLeod
like that? We've already got loads.

You saw it. The man
threw the money at me.

Anyway, besides, it's
good to keep your hand in.

Hey! What are you, crazy?

Uh-oh. No. No.
Absolutely not.

Oh, come on,
pet! No, no, no!

Just one, just one. No. Can't we
just go to the Riviera as planned?

Yeah, and I'll buy you a string
bikini for the beach. You will not!

I haven't the figure for that
anymore. You have in my eyes.

To me you'll always be that sweet
young lass from Glasgow. Keep talking.

All right then. Just
one more. Just one.

Would you stop
it? One! Go. Okay.

Oh, my God, no!

Willie!

My husband! Oh, he's dead!

- You killed him!
- Where did he come from?

Fancy car, innit, for a
young bloke to be drivin'?

Uh, no, it's not my car.

It's probably
stolen, isn't it?

We'll have to call the police!
They'll have to be told!

Not that it matters to someone like
you. You're probably loaded with money!

And we haven't got any!
And I've got kids as well!

Oh, Willie,
what're we gonna do?

We'll have to call the police.
They'll have to be told!

Oh, Willie!

So, pet, how'd we do, eh?

God! Oh, God!

Come on. Wake up, wake up.

Wake up, wake up.

Please, no! No!

No, no, no!

Are you crazy? I
can't go to the cops.

I mean, come on. Wake up. You
think they'll give a damn...

about a small-time crook
with a dead girlfriend?

She was my life, MacLeod.

Twenty-nine years.

Not long by our standards.

But they were sure as hell the best
years of this rotten scoundrel's life.

She didn't deserve
to die that way.

No, she didn't.

Please help me.

I-I can't do
it by myself.

You got it.

I got part of the licence plate,
a couple of numbers, a letter.

Willie, whatever we find
out we let the law deal with.

The hell with the law. I've lived 500
years without the law. I don't need it now.

- If we find out who
killed Molly-- - I kill him.

No, Willie. We do it my
way, or you're on your own.

You're a hard
bastard, MacLeod.

It's your choice.

All right, all
right. For Molly.

We'll try it your way.

Okay.

For now.

When did you get so
friendly with the cops?

Since I didn't make a career out of
being a criminal. Oh, yeah. Okay, okay.

So give. Who owns the car?

It's not who. It's what.
Run that by me one more time?

The car's owned by
the American embassy.

Well, that's no good, is it? It
could be any one of a hundred people.

Come on. I might know somebody
who can narrow it down.

How'd you get to be who you are,
MacLeod? And who am I, Willie?

"Upstanding, live by the
book, die by the book" MacLeod.

Death before dishonor
and all that, you know.

Same way as everybody
else: one day at a time.

Maybe if I'd been brought
up to be a clan chief,

and you'd been brought up on
a dock by a family of thieves,

I'd be the one with the
friends on the police force.

Maybe. But I've done
things I'm not proud of.

Yeah, but you never had to earn your living at
it. And I'll bet you that some of those things...

seemed to be the right
thing at the time.

No, I was born a scoundrel, and I'll die
one. I couldn't help myself if I tried.

Oh, spare me, Willie.
Try conning somebody else.

You always could see
through me, MacLeod.

Okay. I'm not making
any excuses for my life.

I've had dozens of chances to
change it. So why don't you?

I've seen other people do
it. You can too. Why should I?

Because it
killed Molly. No.

The life didn't kill Molly. The
bastard in that car killed Molly.

Molly loved the
life, same as I do.

You know what it's like when you look a mark
in the eyes, and you know you've got him?

You know the hook's in so deep, the only
way he can go is straight into your pocket.

Yeah, and then he goes home and tries to
explain to his wife why he's lost a year's pay.

Or a college
education for his kids.

And don't tell me you only go for those
people that deserve it or can afford it.

You're not that careful.

I'm very sorry for
your loss, Mr. Kingsley.

But I'm not sure
what I can do, Duncan.

Um, I have a partial number of a licence
plate from a car from this embassy.

And whoever drove that
car is a murdering bastard.

Could you look up
the number for us?

- I don't need to.
- Why?

This plate's from my car.

- Your car?
- You?

Hold on. Does anybody else
have access to your car?

-Where were you yesterday at 4:00?
- Willie, hold on.

- I'm waiting for an answer. Where were you?
-I said, hold on.

- Out bashing innocent women on the head, by chance?
- Willie, stop it!

- My personal schedule is none of your affair, sir.
- Damn you.

Murderin' bastard! I
said-- I warned you, Willie!

Looky here! Calling out his goon squad!
Is that the action of an innocent man?

I'm sorry about this, Edward.
There has to be a good explanation.

I'm sure there is, Duncan, but
now you'll have to excuse me.

I'm sorry if I seem a little upset,
but murder puts me in a foul mood!

We don't know anything for sure yet. All
we have is a number on a partial plate.

That's all I need.

What have we got here?

MacLeod, this is it.

But there's no dents.

It's been hammered out
recently. I knew it!

Oh, no, no, no! Friend or no friend,
I'm gonna string that bastard up!

Let me go! I said I would
handle it, and I meant it.

Okay. Okay, okay. I'll
just stand there, hmm?

I won't say a word.
Quiet as a church mouse!

What you'll do is go back to the
barge, and you will wait for me there.

But this--
No buts.

But-- Case
closed.

Understood?

All right.

Are you accusing me
of murder, Duncan?

No one's accusing anybody.

But what would
you do, Edward?

There's an eyewitness report. The plates
match. There's even new bodywork on the car.

I see.

And if I could provide an alibi
for that afternoon? That would help.

Did you know I have a
chance at the ambassadorship?

Congratulations.

After years of standing
in someone else's shadows.

I was with a woman,
Duncan. A woman?

Mistress.

In three days, I come before the
Senate Foreign Relations Committee.

Any hint of scandal, I
won't get their confirmation.

I'll give you her number.
You can call her if you like.

Yeah, but someone killed
Molly, someone using your car.

What aren't you
telling me, Edward?

There's nothing
else, Duncan.

You wanted me?

The spare key
to the Mercedes.

What about it?
I can't find it.

So? Did you borrow it?

You mean, did I
steal it? Steve.

Same old crap. Something's
gone, I took it.

Money's missing.
I stole it.

Can't cut me any slack, can
ya? Not for one goddamn second.

Steve, did you borrow
the car yesterday?

No. This isn't like
the other times, son.

Steal a car, joyriding
around town. This is serious.

Did you take the Mercedes?

How the hell could I?

You used it to
visit your whore.

Yeah, I know. Everybody
knows except Mom.

So don't try
and lecture me.

Son, did you kill anybody?

If you did, I have to know. You
have to know everything, don't you?

Who I see, what I do,
when I take a leak.

Never give me a
second to breathe.

- Did you kill that woman?
- No.

There. Happy?

Did you take a rock
and... bash her skull in?

- Get off my back! - Is my
son a cold-blooded murderer?

You'd like that,
wouldn't you?

Poor Edward.
Such a nice man.

Shame his son never turned
out. I hear he stole a car.

Why, he even does
drugs. Shameful.

Enough! Get
out of my sight.

- Dad-- - I
said, get out.

Doesn't matter whether
I killed her or not.

Thanks to you, Daddy, I
have diplomatic immunity.

Well? Come on!

Edward's innocent.
Just like that?

- He has an alibi.
- Why? Because he told you he did?

How do you know he didn't
set it up? I believe him.

Well, I don't. You know, not everyone
is blessed with your code of ethics,

or honor, or whatever the hell you
call it. We will find the truth.

Back off, MacLeod.
We already have.

- Plumbing emergency.
- First I heard about it.

Well, it's only just happened. It's
the toilet, second-floor master.

Not very pretty, I
understand. Would you mind?

I gotta check first.

That's your call, but you-know-who's
not gonna be happy about you-know-what.

Thanks, Duncan. We'll
keep our eyes open.

No, don't. Mr. Kingsley, you don't
understand. You've got this all wrong.

It's not what it seems. Please, you
don't know the whole story. Don't.

Consulate General Banner
will be with you shortly.

Thank you.

Steve? Hi, there.

Yeah, hi, Duncan.

Uh, I'll see ya later. I heard you had
a little bit of excitement yesterday.

Yeah, yeah. Some
lunatic got shot.

I gotta go.
What's your hurry?

I gotta get ready. I'm
leaving. Dad's sending me home,

so I gotta
pack, get my--

- I got things to do.
- What's he sending you home for?

Oh, you know the old man. He
gets somethin' in his head. Heh!

I gotta go, really. Gotta
go. Good to see you, Steve.

Yeah. I'll see you soon.

Yeah. See ya.

- Little early for that, isn't it?
- Is it?

I saw Steve in the hall.

He looked a little,
um, strung out.

Understandable, I suppose.

His father was almost
murdered yesterday.

Tell me, Edward. Why
are you sending him home?

You know why, don't you?

Yes.

My son has done
a terrible thing.

That poor man's wife.
Now he's dead too.

Sending Steve home
won't solve anything.

- You think that was an easy decision?
- No, I know it wasn't.

Is there
anybody, uh--

Did your friend have family?
I want to help anyway I can.

If they needed anything, money, whatever
they need. What they need is justice.

Justice. Yes, of course.

To do the right thing.

That's what we
all want, isn't it?

I've always tried to
do the right thing.

The life of a career diplomat,
not as glamorous as it sounds.

Always traveling, different
country every few years.

It's been hard on us all,
but especially hard on Steve.

You know how many times I saw him
in the first three years of his life?

Five times. Five
times in three years.

I was a stranger
in my own home.

By the time he got to
know me, I was gone again.

It was worse when he came with
me. He was the diplomat's son--

the boy expected to
fit in everywhere,

and he wound up
fitting in nowhere.

You did the best
you could. Did I?

Take it from me. When
your kid's on drugs,

the only thing that matters
to a father is he failed.

But you didn't kill
an innocent woman.

Steve borrowed the embassy
car that day to go buy drugs.

He knew he wouldn't be
stopped and searched.

You see, I can't help feeling that,
somehow, I was behind the wheel myself.

Yeah, but you can't prepare him for life
and protect him from it at the same time.

He's 24 years old, Edward, and the only person
responsible for Steve's actions is Steve.

I can't do what you want. I'm not
asking you to do it becauseIwant it.

It's because it's right. It's
just. Easier said than done, Duncan.

I never said it
was gonna be easy.

How can I send my own son to prison when
I have the power just to send him home?

Willie. Get inside.
What? What's going on?

What are you doing?
Get inside! Now!

- Go, go!
- What? What? What's going on?

Edward. Edward.

It's okay. It's
okay. Duncan...

Duncan, please.

Look out for my son.

Edward. Edward!

I won't apologize
for killing him.

But I am sorry I hurt you.

You came all this
way to tell me that?

How considerate.

We've been friends
a long time.

Let's put this
behind us, move on.

And I thought you were
a bigger man than that.

You killed the wrong
person. Oh, you're crazy.

You murdered an innocent man.
You're like a broken record.

Yeah, and you're a damn fool! Edward
didn't kill Molly. Oh, yeah? Then who did?

He wasn't even driving the car! Well,
it wasn't drivin' itself, was it?

His son, Steve, was
driving it, damn you!

What are you
talking about?

He was looking for drugs. He knew a
diplomatic car wouldn't be searched.

The only thing the man you murdered
was guilty of was protecting his son.

That little puke
killed my Molly.

His father's dead. The family's
repaid its debt. Not good enough.

Oh, it has to be, mate. Because if you
go after Steve, I have to come after you.

Granted, you'll try. Nothing else you
could do, no one else you could be.

That's your code, MacLeod.

But I've got a
code of my own.

Allergies?

H-Hey.

I'm sorry about
your father, Steve.

Uh, yeah, yeah. Thanks.

Sit down.

I gotta-- I gotta
go. I said, sit.

Her name was
Molly, Molly Ivers.

She was born in
Cornwall, 1946,

a year after the war.

You know, her mom used to say,
"A child born in celebration...

would live a long
and merry life."

She loved dancing...

and dark ales... Yeah.

and chocolates. Yeah, so?

So you killed her.

Get out. I just thought
you'd like to know her name.

- I'll-- I'll call security. -
You can call whoever you wish.

But one way or another, you're
gonna pay for killing Molly.

Huh! Leave me alone.

You didn't mean to kill
her, did you, Steve?

You got scared.

Your father died
to save your life.

It was his gift to you.
Don't throw it away.

You know, I don't
have to listen to this.

No, you don't. But you
have to live with it.

What?

What's wrong?

If you wanna keep
breathing, lock the door...

and open it to no one.

- This is a very bad idea.
- Only if you try to stop me, MacLeod.

Go ahead, mate.

We were mates.
That's why you live...

as long as the boy lives.

God damn you, MacLeod. Who the hell
are you to say who lives or dies?

Exactly.

If I hear of the premature death of
Steve Banner, I will come for you.

Understood.

Bravo. Well done.

I would've done the
same for you, you know.

So, now that's
all out of the way,

put 'er there, huh?

Oh, come on, pal. No
hard feelings, huh?

You can't do anything to me,
so why don't you just leave?

What I could do to you isn't half
of what you're doing to yourself.

Now, turn yourself
in, Steve. Right.

How much guilt can you handle?
Molly's dead. Your father's dead.

How much coke will it
take to bury them? Shut up!

Why?

You can't handle this
yourself. Nobody could.

If you want any type of life
at all, you have to face this.

I'll even help you with a lawyer,
Steve. I'll be there for you.

Get out.

One more chance, Steve.

For what? Prison?

Redemption.

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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