All language subtitles for 01 Prophecy

Good night.
Good night, John.

I am Roland Kantos. I'm looking
for a client of yours.
I hope you can help me.

Client confidentiality,
that's the issue. Though,
if I knew this individual...

you were looking for,
I wouldn't be able to--
Cassandra.

Her name is Cassandra.

Never heard of her.
And yours
is Andrew Beckmann.

Well, Andy,
that's really
not good enough.

I know you wouldn't forget
her: long hair, green eyes,

a body that would stop
your heart.

If I knew her,
she'd be my client.

If she was my client,
I wouldn't talk to you
about her.

Oh, yes,

you... would.

If I want it, you'd
open your soul to me.

If I want it,
you'd cut out
your own heart.

You'll tell me everything:
where she went,

what she asked you
to find.

It's burning
inside you.

You can't stand it.

Come on, Andy.
I'm waiting.

She had to find someone.

Acted like her life
depended on it.

It does.
What was his name?

Duncan MacLeod.

Where can I find him?

One last thing.

You have a gun somewhere.

A 6-R.
Bulky but good.

Personally,
I prefer a Beretta.

It's so much
more elegant.

Andy,
what the hell is--

There's no
need for that.

Drop it.

There's been
a suicide.

A suicide.

Yours.

Right after
you killed
your partner.

Suicide.

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

Honey, I'm home.

Richie--

I'm Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

I know.

Who are you?

Don't you
know me, Duncan?

Cassandra?

Have I changed
all that much?

No.

But you have.

Come on.
Move it.

This has to end.
Three more sheep...

were savaged this morning
on the upper pasture.

That brings
the total to eight!

And that includes
the ram!

But how do we know
it's a wolf?

The Campbells have stolen
from us before.
Aye!

And when they have, have they
left great, bloody paw prints
all over the field?

No. 'Tis a wolf,
and a hungry one.

And if we're not
to go hungry ourselves,
we've got to kill it!

Do you hear that,
Duncan? A wolf.
Quiet, Robert. I canna hear.

But no one's laid
eyes on the beast.

It comes and goes
like a ghost,

back to its lair
in the Donan Woods.

Then we'll
follow it there.

And we'll set out
a lamb for bait.

Now, what ails you?

You're not afraid of a bloody
great, overgrown hound, are ya?
-No.

Of course not.
You are chief...

of this clan,
Ian MacLeod.

And I would follow you to
the gates of Hell, if that's
where you wanted to go.

But the Donan Woods--
things happen there.

There's been talk
of a witch since before
my grandmother's time.

Aye. And I have
seen her. Aye.

She waits for the one
born on the Winter Solstice.

She will devour him.

And, aye, old she is, MacLeod.
Old beyond your knowin'.

With snakes for hair,
and eyes that glow like coals.

It's she has been
stealin' your sheep.

What is stealing our sheep
is a wolf, and we are going
to kill it!

Or would you have Old Tom,
here, tell ya why it is
we're to starve this winter?

We start out tomorrow morn,
and I'll hear no more
talk of witches!

Father, I'll join the hunt.
I'm not afraid of wolves
and witches.

Good on ya, Duncan.
You're a stout lad.

But this
is not boy's play.
The men will go alone.

- But, Father!
- No!

You'll no come tomorrow,
Duncan, and that's
an end of it.

Only one thing...

a hungry wolf likes
better than a lamb,
Duncan MacLeod,

and that's a young boy!

It starts with the softest
parts, right here, or back here.

And then it works its way
up to the hardest--

your head!

I will not be afraid
of any wolf!
That's a good one.

And I suppose you wouldn't
wet your kilt if ya saw one.
Look who's talking.

You wet yours when
Debra Campbell looked your way.
I did not!

Ya did too.
It was rainin'.

I think you'd rather face
the wolf than Debra Campbell.

I suppose you wouldn't want
to face either one, would you?

I would too!
Prove it, then.
Hunt the wolf with me.

You want to go
to Donan Woods?
I've never been there.

Come on. Where's
your spine? You and me,
Robert. We'll be heroes.

You heard what your father said.
He'd give us both a wood hidin'.

Not if we kill the wolf
first, would you see?

Come on.
Let's go.

What was that?
'Tis only the wind,
Robert. Calm yourself.

I cannot.
My head is filled
with witches and wolves.

He was here! And this
is where he'll return.

Duncan, do you think
the witch is real?

Old Tom swears she is.
Old Tom's as mad as a loon
when he's not drunk.

He swears he's seen her.
He also swears he's seen
the monster of the loch.

She could cast a spell--
Ach, Robert. What would
a witch be wantin' with us?

Still, she could
cast a spell. What if
she turns me into a toad?

Who'd know the difference?

Now, help me me with this.
We've a wolf to catch.

Sure that can hold him?
Unless he carries a knife,
there's no way he'll get out.

Oh, no!

Oh, Jesus and Mary!
What will we do?

Run! Keep goin'!

Run, Robert!

- He's gonna catch us, Duncan!
- Back to the village. Go!
I'll follow.

Come on. Get it over with.

Are you an angel?
Am I in Heaven?

Not for a long time yet.

My name is Cassandra.

The wolf-- why did it
not kill me?

Perhaps because...
I didn't want it to.

Are you the Witch
of Donan Woods?

Some say that.

Don't be afraid,
Duncan MacLeod.

- How'd you know my name?
- Who else was born
on the Winter Solstice?

They say that you're old,
older than the clan.

They say that you're evil,
that you cast spells.

Well, now.
I might cast spells,

but do I look
evil to ye, Duncan?

- You look beautiful.
- What was that?

You look beautiful.

It's been a long time
since that night.

I often wondered
what sort of man
you'd become.

I'm surprised you
didn't just check
your crystal ball.

Your road's been hard,
hasn't it?

Yeah, a lot's happened
in 400 years,

but I survived.
I knew you would.

Of course you did.

So, how'd
you find me?

Witchcraft?
Why bother?

It's the 20th century.
I used a detective agency.

I need your help,
Duncan.

Why?
Roland Kantos.

One of us?

He's more than that.

Much more.

It's not the Highlands,
but it has its charm.

It's beautiful.

I can see why you'd
want to stay.

Why are you looking
at me that way?

Last time I saw you,
I was 13 years old,

and you were a witch
in the forest.

I went back into
that forest a hundred times,
but I never found you.

I convinced myself
you were a dream.

How could you know?
How could you know
I was Immortal or...

see what you would
become?

But you knew?

I knew the moment
I lay eyes on you...

that you would fulfill
the prophecy.

Like you said,
this is the 20th century.

I left prophecies behind
with the witches
and the fairies.

Duncan, listen to me.
The prophecy tells of
a Highland foundling,

born on the Winter Solstice,
who passes through darkness,
into light,

and survives to challenge
the Voice of Death.

Really? Is this
before or after
I slay the dragon?

Duncan, this is real.

I've waited centuries
for the time to be right.

Is this Roland
part of this prophecy?

Yes.

He's right behind you.
He always is.

It's him.

Guess he doesn't like me.

We've got
to leave now.

What are you doing?

I guess asking
him to dance is
out of the question.

Duncan, you
don't understand.
You can't win.

Your confidence is overwhelming.

- Duncan MacLeod?
- Ah, very good.

Roland Kantos.

I've been
looking for you
for a very long time,

390 years,
to be precise.

I thought I had you
at one point, but the witch
made sure you weren't around.

They've checked
the fens and the fields,

as far out as
the tide flats.

- Nothing.
- Something terrible has
happened, Ian. I feel it.

It's the witch.
She's taken him.

- Shut up, you old fool.
- She's taken him.

Robert MacLeod!
You better have a good story
to tell me and no mistake!

Where's Duncan?
Where's my son?

He's still there.
The wolf! The wolf!

Out with it!
What about a wolf?
What! Tell me!

We tried to catch
the wolf. It caught us.

Ready the men.
Neil, now!

Mary, trust in God.
We'll find him.

I am Roland.

I wish to speak
to the village chieftain.

I think you
have that honor.
I have. Ian MacLeod.

We have urgent business here.
We have no time.

Not even for a lost son?

Some years ago, robbers
killed my wife and stole him.

He was only a baby.
I fear he may have been sold...

or left as a foundling.

He'd be 13 now.

Like that one.

But that's not him.

I'll know him
when I see him.
We cannot help you.

- There are no foundlings here.
- Then I'll keep looking.

I swore it on my wife's grave.

But surely after 13 years,
you wouldn't even know him.

I'll know him,
and I'll find him,

however long it takes.

Go on.

I love Duncan
as if he's me own son,
but you know he's a foundling.

What if it's Duncan he seeks?
Duncan is our son.
He always will be.

If he still lives.
Come on!

Robert!
Take us to where
you left him.

Go on!
Get goin'.

- About the foundling, Mary.

I know nothin'.
Tell me.

You've had your answer.
There's nothin' more to tell.

A boy found
on the Winter Solstice,

a foundling child.
No. No, there
was none.

Open your heart to me, Mary.

Tell me
what I need to know.

I know nothin'.

- Tell me.

You know you must.
Where is he?

Hail Mary, Mother of God.
The one you seek...

is not here.

You were dreaming.
Yes.

Of what?
Nothing.

I see.

Did you perchance dream
that you were grown?

I was a man, the leader
of my clan, and--
And?

Were you alone?

You were with me.

And what were we doing?

Morning. I must go.
Not yet.

There is someone in your village
who wants to harm you.

That'd be my father.
He'll skin me alive.
Duncan, listen to me.

This one is an enemy,
and he means to kill you.

Now, you cannot face him
yet, but someday you must.

And when that time comes,
you must kill him.

Then, you really are a witch.

Do they not tell a tale
in your village of a man
in your grandfather's time,

that-- that died
and yet came back to life?

Of course! Connor MacLeod,
but that's just a clan legend.

It's just a story.

Some stories are true.

I dunna understand.

Not yet, but you will.

It's time.

Your people come for you.
Go straight out from the hut
and they will find you.

Duncan?

- When the wolf came at you,
you truly were not afraid?
- No.

- And why not?
- Because good must always
triumph over evil.

Did you not know that?

Perhaps I just needed
to hear it from you.

You need worry
no more about the wolf.

Your weapon.
Duncan MacLeod!

You're the wolf.

Duncan!
Father, I'm here!

Duncan!
You all right?

The wolf didn't
harm ya?
I'm fine.

Oh, lad!

Of all your wildest notions.
Are ye daft, lad?

A wolf could've
tore ya apart.
Yes, father.

Out there, alone all night.
Your mother worried half
to death.

Anything could happen.
Anything!

But nothing happened, Father.

Really!

Nothin'.
Aye.

We best be getting back.
That wolf can wait
for another day.

Come on. I'm not
letting you out
of my sight for a while!

Hey! He's here!

So, you lasted,
just as the prophecy foretold.

You lived.
You can live, too,
if you walk away.

I'm afraid I can't, MacLeod.

Signs for the prophecy
are all in place.

You're all that
stands in my way.

- Or don't you believe in signs?
- Oh, no. I believe in signs.

"Don't litter."
"Don't step on the grass."
"No spitting."

I prefer "Rest In Peace."

Okay, then.

-Is that all you have, MacLeod?
-Oh, no. I haven't even started.

I don't think so.

I think you're already finished.
I think you're tired, MacLeod.

Exhausted.

Can't you feel it?

You're fighting
through quicksand.

Your legs
can barely move.

Your arms
feel like lead.

Feel that? Gravity...

sucking you down,
making you small.

I'm almost a giant.

Your sword
is getting heavy,

so heavy you can
barely lift it.

You can't lift it.

What do you say
we call it a day?

You don't want to fight
anymore, MacLeod.

Resist.
You can resist.

Just close your eyes.
Resist.

It's so easy.

Sooner or later.

It doesn't matter.

I told you he was dangerous.
Dangerous or not,
he's gonna be coming.

Mmm. Using the power
tires Roland.

He'll need
to regain his strength.
We have a bit of time.

What was that back there?

What was he using
against me?

- And don't tell me magic.
- Well, call it what you want.

The power of suggestion,
a-- a--

a trick.

Learned over a thousand years.
Is this trick something
you taught him?

Roland was
my student,

ages ago.

Once he realized there was
nothing more I could teach him,

he tried to kill me.

I was stronger than he, then.
I'm-- I'm not anymore.

It's the prophecy,
Duncan. You're the only
one who can beat him.

Do you still
believe that?
So far, it's all come true.

So, if you saw my future,
did ya see the life I'd lead?

Did ya see
my father disown me?

Or did ya see Tessa
dying for a chunk of change?

If ya saw all of that,
why didn't you warn me?

It's not that simple.
I wish it were.
No?

I see only glimpses,
only fragments.
There's never the whole.

Do you see my death?

I see death,
Duncan.

Whose?

I don't know.

- Hello, witch.
- It's Roland.

I thought you said
he needed more time.
He should've.

He must've become
stronger. We have
to hurry, Duncan.

I'm not gonna run.
You're not running.

You're not running.

You're using
your strength,

saving me
from him.

Our only chance
is to leave.

I can't.
You must.
Now.

MacLeod?

Three can play.

So, now I get a double
dose of it, huh?
What was that back there?

I can't let him harm you.
I don't like being controlled,

not by Roland,
not by you,
not by anyone.

What other choice was there?
He would've killed you.
Maybe.

Duncan,
you felt his power.

The prophecy is at hand.

Power or no power,
this is holy ground.
He can't harm us here.

And none of us
can avoid our fate.

"An evil one will come...

"to vanquish
all before him.

"Only a Highland child,
born on the Winter Solstice,

"who has seen both
darkness and light
can stop him.

A child, and a man."

Somethin' I
can do for you?
I'm looking for someone.

Missing Persons
is downtown.

So, I said to her,
"You're doing 60
in a 45."

And she's driving
in this bikini top that's
like two strings and a Band-Aid.

Would you go away?
His name is Duncan MacLeod.

He's armed
and dangerous.

He'll be hiding in a church
or a cemetery, somewhere close.

You must find him...

and bring him to me.

We make our own destinies.
Nothing's written.
Really?

Tell me. Did you
pass through darkness
into light?

Everyone does.
Not like you, Duncan.

You've seen the darkest
places in men's souls.

You've been there
and survived.

Duncan,
you're the one.

I knew it
in that forest.

I know it now.

You do believe me?

All I believe is that
Roland wants my head.

Teach me like you
taught him.
I can't.

I can't. With Roland,
the gift was always there.
Then what? What do I use?

Use the prophecy.

If you're the man,
who's the child?

Who are you?

You.

You're the child.

I'm no child.
I'm a chieftain's son.

I'm going to lead
our clan to glory.

I will be
a great warrior.

Yes, you will be
a great warrior.

Why are you here?

I don't know.

Who are you
talking to?
The man I become.

And did you like
what you saw?
Aye.

Did you do that?
I helped.

What happened?
What did you see?

Me as the child.

"The child
and the man."
The prophecy.

Duncan MacLeod?
Don't move!

Freeze right there!
What's this about?

- Cuff him.
- It's Roland. He knows we're
here. He's using them.

Freeze! Drop it.

Drop it.

Can't you do
something about this?

No.

Go, Duncan!
Now!

Get up. Get up.

Let's go.

Get up!
Move it!

Hey, Roland.
You miss me?

Cuff him.

You've done well,
but now it's finished.

Time to forget.

You chased
a robbery suspect.

You turned
up nothing.

You saw no one.

There's no one here.

You hear nothing,
see no one.

You never saw
this place.

You never saw me.

I swear! Two strings
and a Band-Aid.

And then she says to me--
Officer, wait!

They can't
hear you, MacLeod.
Wait!

As far as they know,
you don't exist.

Soon,
they'll be right.

You waited 400 years
for this?

A little ignominious,
I know.

But if it hadn't been
for that witch, I would
have got you when you were 13.

Something about children--
their innocence,
their honesty--

gives me the creeps.

I'll be back,
when I'm ready.

We should call
Architectural Digest.
They'd do a spread.

Nothing is written.
Nothing.

I know.

Are you a dream?

No.

You're real.
Maybe we both are.

Cassandra promised
I'd live a long time.

Maybe not too much longer.

But you've grown--
I've grown--

into a great warrior.

Who could ever defeat you?

That doesn't matter
right now.

There's much we have
to talk about. Much
you have to learn.

About my future?
Yes.

Do I win many battles?

- Yeah, you win many battles.
- Then I'm a great chieftain.

It's different.

I bet you marry
Debra Campbell.

I wish I had.

Well, then I'll find
someone more beautiful,

and we'll have many
strong sons.

Daughters?

You'll see.

This other warrior,
are you afraid of him?

Yes.

He has a power I don't possess,

and I don't know how
to defeat him.

You'll win,

because you're good,
and good always wins over evil.

Did ya not know that?

It's a little more
complicated than that.

It's never more
complicated than that.

Yes, it is.
He has a magic in his voice.

If I listen to it,
I'm dead.

Then don't listen.

No. Wait a minute.
What do you mean?

No.

We haven't fi--

Then don't listen.

Finished your beauty sleep?

We're making history here,
MacLeod. No point in rushing it.

You feel lucky, then,
but your arms grow weaker.

Your muscles
are giving up.

You're tired,
weak.

You're finding
it hard to focus.

Your legs are
getting numb, frozen.

Your arms feel
like lead.

Moving is pain.
Moving is agony.

Your sword is getting heavy.

It cannot be!

The prophecy!

It must be fulfilled!

Impossible.

Couldn't hear a word ya said,

Roland.

"An evil one will come
to vanquish all before him.

"Only a Highland child,
born on the Winter Solstice,

who has seen both darkness
and light, can stop him."

I will be
a great warrior. I bet
you marry Debra Campbell.

No! Debra!

It is a miracle!
You're not my son!

You're through!

You'll win,
because you're good,

and good always wins
over evil.

"A child and a man."

I faced a wolf, and I'm 13.

I'm a chieftain's son.
I'm going to lead my clan
to glory.

What would you
have said to him?

I don't know.

Maybe I could've warned
him about the life
he was gonna lead.

What could you have said?

"Don't feel. Don't grow.

Don't live with hope."

Probably not.

So,

prophecy's fulfilled.

Now, you leave.

Well, there is
one more thing.

Is this part
of the prophecy?

No,

this one's for me.

Is something wrong?

No.

I'm just making sure
you're real.

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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