All language subtitles for Highlander s06e13 Not to Be.eng

An old enemy of
MacLeod's, Liam O'Rourke,

kidnapped Amanda and
me as bait for revenge.

First Amanda, now Joe. I see a very
worrying pattern developing here.

I wonder how MacLeod's face
will look as he watches you die.

Shoot the woman
and take her head.

- Wait!
- For God's sake, MacLeod, you can't do this.

-No one else dies because of me.
-MacLeod is left with a choice.

-His life or ours.

MacLeod, did you really think you'd
change the world all by yourself?

Why am I here? You've been
given a gift, dear boy.

Time to see what the
world's like without you.

That's not Amanda.

This Amanda never met you. Here
there never has been a Duncan MacLeod.

Tessa. It's really
her? She's alive?

Tessa's alive?

She never died. Not here.

Mommy! Mommy! Are
those her children?

Yes.

At least she's happy.

Oh, I missed you!
Oh, boy, I missed you.

Ah, look at her,
Fitz. Whoa, laddie.

Where do you
think you're going?

I have to talk
to her, Fitz.

Remember, MacLeod, this
Tessa never met you.

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 would like to talk
to Mr. Berry, please.

Yes.

Yes, okay. Hi!

Hi, Dennis. How
are you? Great.

What about the catalog?

And the printing?

Yeah.

Oh, no. I'm gonna be in
Rome next week. Mm-hmm.

For an exhibition, yeah.

May I help you?

I was just wondering, um,

is this yours?

Mine? No.

This is a Coutelle.

Oh, I did sculpt once,

but I haven't in years.

- I wasn't very good.
- You were wonderful.

You knew my work?

Weren't we in an art class
together at the Sorbonne?

It was so long ago. I'm afraid
I'm not very good with names.

Duncan. Duncan MacLeod.

Nice seeing you
again, Duncan. I'm--

Tessa Noel. I know.

You know, your hands
were like magic.

Everything you touched
seemed to come alive.

You know, you once said...

breathing life into metal was the nearest
thing we could get to feeling like God.

I said that?

Madame, excuse me.

Could you help me?

Oh. Excuse me.

I have to
go. Yeah--

Hi. How are you? Great.

Nice to meet you. The wings look
beautiful. How could she do it?

How could she give up
sculpting? No buyers, MacLeod.

Two Macallan malt whiskeys made from
Scotland's finest waters, please.

Somehow I never expected the dead to
need anything to eat or drink, Fitz.

Even you. What?

No more Guinness? My God.

That would be hell.

No more champagne? No more
strawberries and cream?

Fitz, you're
such a-- Duncan?

Tessa.

May I join you?

Please. Sit down.

It's so strange, but the
moment I saw you in the gallery,

I
felt--

I'm not sure what I felt.

- Cassis and
soda, please.

Yes, that will be fine.

How did you know?

Tessa. There you are.

Hello, my darling.

Albert, I'll call
you right back.

The gallery told me that
you just stepped out.

Andres, this is Duncan MacLeod,
an old friend from the Sorbonne.

Duncan, this is Andres
Seguy, my husband.

- Pleasure's mine.

Thank you. College.
Great times, eh?

Too bad it has nothing
to do with the real world.

What's your field
of work, Duncan?

I'm in antiques.

Antiques.

I always wondered who decides when
something old and used becomes priceless.

Time... and passion.

Look, I'd love to stay and
chat, but we really have to--

Oh, yeah.

Why don't you join
us later for dinner?

Oh, no. I'm sure
Duncan is much too busy.

I don't want to, um,
intrude. Nonsense.

The children are staying with
their grandparents for the evening,

and it would be great to have an
adult conversation for a change.

All right. I'll
be there. Good.

Hope it works out. 8:00?

Sure. Fine. Wonderful.

Tessa.

You're playing
with fire, laddie.

Let's pick up the
children at your mother's,

then drive down to
Cap-Ferrat Friday night.

I've got a million things
to do. Please, Andres.

Sweetheart, do you think I
like working 70 hours a week?

Do you like our life?

The private schools, the house
in the country, the gallery.

Which loses
money every year.

Never mind. I'm
sorry I brought it up.

Call Frances at the office
and have her set it up.

You know I can't
refuse you anything.

Hi.

Won't you come in?

I guess I will. Thanks.

It's a lovely home.

You should have seen it when we
bought it. It was such a mess.

I spent a year putting
it back together.

Well, it's beautiful.
Just beautiful. Thank you.

There's nothing wrong with this place
that two million francs couldn't fix.

- How are you, Duncan?
- I'm well, thank you.

Wine? Yes.

Darling? Oh. Thanks.

Cheers.

I'll get it.

Damn it, Al. The plans
have been approved.

I'm on my way.

The whole thing's
falling apart.

Can someone else
go... just this once?

There's no one else.

What about dinner?

My apologies, Duncan.

Duncan's an old friend.

I'm sure you'll have plenty
to talk about... without me.

I'll call you.

Duncan-- I
should go.

It's been nice seeing you.

Duncan.

It's a pity to
waste all that food.

I wish you could stay.

I can't.

Tessa.

After you left the
Sorbonne, what happened?

What do you mean?

You loved your
work so much.

You had such
passion for it.

Passion doesn't put food on the
table or a roof over your head.

I was naive. I was a
schoolgirl when you knew me.

Nobody cares about
my work anymore.

I do.

I've kept a few pieces
from the old days.

Would you like
to see them?

Oh, the bulb must be out.

I don't think I've been in
here since Suzanne was born.

We talked about turning it into
a playroom for the children, but...

somehow I couldn't.

Inamorata.

What did you say?

Inamorata.

Two lovers destined
to be together forever,

but forever kept
apart by the gods.

No one knows that.

I never told anyone.

Not even my husband.

How could you
possibly know?

Tessa, do you-- do
you believe... in fate?

I want to.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Duncan.

Duncan.

Tessa?

It was wrong.

My husband,

my children.

I'm sorry. I just
want you to be happy.

Happy?

I thought I was happy.

Tessa--
Go.

Please, Duncan, just go.

Oh, Fitz, I should never have
gone there. Why'd you let me?

Oh, laddie. You didn't create
the emptiness in her life.

You just made
her look at it.

Sooner or later she was bound
to realize what she'd given up.

It's her destiny here.

Destiny is like
a river, MacLeod.

Oh, no. Come on, Fitz. Have a
little respect for the dead, laddie.

As the Spanish say,
"Que sera, sera."

"What will be, will be."

A case in point, dear boy.

No. Fitz. I'll
be right back.

My dear, your beauty...

lights up this bar like
a beacon in a storm.

Hey, give me a beer.
I said, give me a beer!

Oi, ya tart. What's it take
to get served in this hole?

Easy, my friend. Can't
you see the lady's engaged?

Methos.

Delightful chap.

What's your problem?

Me? Nothin'.

You're lookin' at
me as if you know me.

You don't know me.

Maybe it's your
sunny disposition.

Looking for something?

How about two
out of three?

Let me give
you some advice.

You keep your
eyes to yourself.

We could find a cozy spot.

Out at sea. Two days.
That's all I ask.

Say good night, Fitz.

But, um, I was just telling her how
she could repay me for saving her.

Well, did you forget the part
about you being dead here?

Come on!

Wait a minute.

Are you dead here? I mean,
Kalas killed you because of me.

Here I've been pushing up
daisies for 280 years. What?

Some business about blowing up
King George went horribly wrong,

Run! and there was no lummoxing
Scotsman there to save my arse.

So I had to keep an
appointment with a headman's ax.

I don't know about you, MacLeod, but
that 280 years was rather important to me.

So, don't worry about me.

You worry about
your friend Methos.

What happened
to him, Fitz?

Well, he did what
I do all the time...

and what all of
us do eventually.

He-- He...
fell in love.

Where are we?

More appropriately,
when are we?

Made a little jump
in time, dear boy.

It's 1995 here, round about
the first time you met him.

Please-- Please,
just let me tell them.

What are you gonna
tell them, Jillian?

That I am an Immortal and I've been
masquerading as a Watcher all these years?

They're not
gonna like that.

They are not going
to throw me a party.

Look, they know you.

They like you.

You'll make all
Immortals human to them.

Do you think that the
Turks didn't know...

the Armenians were human?

Do you think that Hitler
didn't know the Jews were?

I have listened to the screams
of midwives being burned...

by women that they had
nursed through labor...

because suddenly they
thought they were witches.

To admit they were wrong, they would
have to admit they were murderers.

It's easier to make believe that we're all
an abomination and let the killing go on.

There's going to be a war,

and you have
to do something.

I am doing something!
I'm staying alive.

It's all that
matters in the end.

I love you, Jillian.

More than I've loved
anyone in so long.

I... can't remember.

That's why I told you. But you
have to trust me on this one.

You trust me?

I love you.

And he trusted her enough
to buy her a ring...

and ask her to marry him.

She was one brave girl,
that Jillian. Jillie?

She was determined to make Horton see
that Immortals weren't all abominations.

Surprise.

Oh, darling, please,

don't be angry with me.

What have you done?

This is our chance...

to finally stop
the killing.

I'm afraid I can't agree.

- No!

Greetings, brother.

Forgive me.

Methos became bitter,
filled with hate.

And Kronos gave him a
vent for that hatred.

The Horsemen rode again,

and they made the Russian mafia
look like the Vienna Boys Choir.

But how could that happen?

Oh, Kronos wanted to put the
Four Horsemen together again,

and, uh, you weren't
there to stop them.

But Methos had changed.

Well, without you, he
hadn't changed enough.

Pity for him.

And a pity for Richie.

What happened to Richie?

Ohh, now that's
another sad story.

When you met him, he was a
tough kid from the streets...

who stole because it was easier
than working for a living.

And he liked the rush.

He got busted and decided it was better
to skip bail and vacation in Mexico...

than face three-to-five years in
jail for breaking and entering.

Nothing much else changed,

except the way he
died the first time.

And when he came
back to life,

he didn't know what
had happened to him.

So he kept on running.

First it was from the
police in the States.

So he left the country,
thinking he would be safe.

Then the Immortals
came hunting.

He ran from city to city,

always wondering how they
were able to find him.

Richie still
had no teacher.

He had no idea
of what he was...

or why people he had never
known were trying to kill him.

Methos became
Richie's teacher,

but he taught him a lot
more than how to use a sword.

It's done.

Any problems?

I didn't think a million
bucks would be that heavy!

Oh, yeah! I think our
friend is a quick learner.

Well, I could always
spot potential.

Time, I think, for
a little... test.

Dawson, you think?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa! Who's Dawson?

He's one of the bastards who killed
our brothers, Caspian and Silas.

Hey, whatever you
want. I'm your man.

We want him dead.

Don't even think
about running.

Very funny.

Get in here!

You know, you must be, uh,
pretty good to break in here.

Yeah, I'm good enough.

You sure that
safety's off?

Shut up.

Sit down!

- What do you want, kid?
- I said, sit down!

Okay. Now what?

Now you die, that's what.

It's just that
easy, is it, kid?

Yeah.

Then how come your hand's shakin'
like an 80 year old with the d.t.'s?

You don't even know me.

You're a Watcher, man. You're one of
them bastards that's trying to kill us.

No. Not me.

It's Horton. Yeah.

Right.

You're not gonna
shoot me, Richie.

Yeah. I know your name.

You've been runnin'
my guys ragged,

across the States,
Barcelona, Rome, Marseilles.

It's just too bad it had to be
Methos to be the one to find you.

Methos is a great man!

Yeah, he could've been,

but now he's scum, kid.

You are an
Immortal, Richie.

Do you have any idea the
gift you have been given?

Don't let him turn you
into something you're not.

You're not a
killer, Richie.

Shut up, man.

You can live forever...

or you can kill forever.

It's up to you.

We were waiting for you.

Got a little bit anxious
when you didn't turn up.

He doesn't look
happy. Is he dead?

I'm sorry. I tried.
I couldn't do it.

Not a problem.

Come on.

You look like you could do
with a drink. Yeah, I could.

Thanks.

Let's do it.

What's goin' on?

It's a reckoning. Oh, come on,
man. Give me another chance.

You're just not the
man for the job, Richie.

I'll blow town, man. I swear!
You won't even know I exist.

How true.

No weak links. Oh, Methos.

Please! I thought
we were friends.

We are friends.

Good-bye, my friend.

No!

That son of a bitch.

That son of a bitch.
Where is he, Fitz?

When will you get it through your thick
head that you can't make a difference here?

Fitz, where is he? Don't blame
me. I'm only the messenger.

You can't change
anyone's fate.

MacLeod, if you've got a problem,
take it up with the front office.

Fitz, you take me to him,
and you take me to him now.

Oh, well. You asked
for it, laddie.

Now, where were
we? Ah, yes.

Two years later,
Joe's gone to hell...

because he's
lost the Watchers.

And the Horsemen are about to
persuade him to lead them to Horton.

Hey, Joe.

Long time no see.

Just tell me where
Horton is, Joe,

and you can go home.

But you hold
out on me--

Well, you don't want
to hold out on me.

So you want me to
rat out the Watchers?

Why would I
want to do that,

especially to you?

What is it, Joe? You still upset
about the kid we sent after you?

That was a mistake, Joe.

You know, and it
was a long time ago.

Let bygones be bygones.

The Watchers
were yours, Joe.

They were yours.

And Horton, he took
them away from you.

He made you what
you are today.

Do you like what you are?

At least I'm
not a murderer.

What about Horton?

How many people has he killed?
Surely you want to put a stop to that.

How many have you killed?

If I'm gonna pick sides,

I'm stickin'
with the humans.

Joe.

Joe, Joe.

but Kronos, he's
not your friend.

Haven't you got
anything for me?

This is gonna hurt, Joe.

Trouble?

Look,

all he needs...

is a little bit
of encouragement.

But when was he here, Joe?

Six months ago? A year?

We're gonna give you one more
chance to tell us where he is.

Just try the Yellow Pages.

Do you really need to
be a hero that badly?

Maybe there's something
here after all.

What's it gonna be, Joe?

The heart? Or
maybe the belly.

Perhaps a little
off the top here.

I am Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

Never heard of you.

Kill him!

I've seen that one before.

Kill him! Kill
that bastard!

What are you?

Ghost of Christmas past.

So this is the world without
Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

Amanda's dead.

Joe's about to die.

Tessa will drift
into bitterness,

facing a life
without passion.

Richie Ryan lived
and died a thief.

And me?

Well,

I missed out on almost
three centuries of living.

Now, that's an awful
lot of unhappy women.

Oh, Fitz. I missed you.

Not half as much as
I missed you, laddie.

But it's time for
you to go home now.

There's places to go.

Places to go.

And friends that need you.

Yeah. I guess.

Good-bye, Fitz.

And you make sure it's a long time
before you darken my doorstep again.

Do you hear me?

I hear you.

MacLeod.

- Look up.
- What?

Look up, you silly bugger.

Come on, come on!

Are you all right?

Where am I? What?

Where am I? You're in Paris.
I just saved your life.

I had to get you shot to do it, but you
gotta take the rough with the smooth.

We were fighting, you and I.
You killed Richie, then Joe.

What are you raving at?

Joe is a bit tied up at the moment, and
you've been off down the bloody rails.

How long have I been gone? A couple
of minutes. What's the matter?

We've gotta get out of here. O'Rourke's
merry men are probably right behind me.

- Aren't you
the smart one?

Come on, boy.

O'Rourke wants ya alive.

You ever hear of people coming
back from the dead? You're daft!

I should just shoot you
now and be done with you.

Then I guess you don't even
believe in ghosts. Don't try it!

Not bad for a ghost. You
should see me at Halloween.

I think I have a
costume for you.

You know, this "bad guy just your
size" routine never works, MacLeod.

All O'Rourke has to do
is buy it for 30 seconds.

He's been gone
a long time.

Yeah, well, maybe
that means he got away.

Maybe it doesn't.

It's about time.

What, did you miss me?

You cheeky sod!

You show a little respect.

Respect?

You gave your
word, MacLeod.

Let's just say I had
a change of heart.

I hope you can be flexible because we
can do this the old-fashioned way...

without any outside
interference.

I should have shot the
bastard when I had the chance.

Thanks.

MacLeod!

Come on.

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

I once was lost

But now

I'm found

I was blind

But now

I see

Oh, baby.

Oh, I thought
I'd lost you.

Never.

Never again.

O bonny Portmore

You shine

Where you stand

And the more
I think on you

The more I think long

If I had you now

As I had once before

I would cling
to the memory

Of our love evermore

Oh, bonny Portmore

I am sorry to see

Such a woeful destruction

Of your ornament tree

For it stood on your shore

For many's

The long day

Till the longboats
from Antrim

Came to float it away

O bonny Portmore

You shine

Where you stand

And the more
I think on you

The more I think long

If I had you now

As I had once before

I would cling
to the memory

Of our love evermore

All the birds
in the forest

They bitterly weep

Saying Where
will we shelter

Or where will we sleep

For the oak and the ash

They are all cutten down

And the walls
of bonny Portmore

Are all down

To the ground

O bonny Portmore

You shine

Where you stand

And the more
I think on you

The more I think long

If I had you now

As I had once before

I would cling
to the memory

Of our love evermore

You know, I don't know who
or what you are, Methos,

and I know you don't
wanna hear this,

but you did teach
me something.

You taught me that
life's about change,

about learning to accept
who you are, good or bad.

And I thank you for that.

I can't imagine my
life without you, Mac.

The fact is I
don't want to.

I love you.

I do.

Really? Yeah.

You make my heart glad.

You always have.

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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