All language subtitles for 10 The Valkyrie

We will not compromise.
Come, Dimitri. Watch.

You might learn something.
Igor Stefanovich
will not compromise.

Sit down.
proudly call ourselves
Russians.

The hammer and sickle
will fly again.

Do they not love me?

Of course they love me.

I fill their empty bellies
with something more than food.

I fill them
with someone to hate.

Someone to blame for
their wretched lives.

The Jews, Muslims.
Chechnyans.

It really doesn't matter.

There are
glorious days ahead, Dimitri.

Lousy TV.
That's the first thing
we'll have to fix.

I'm going to bed.
I don't want to be disturbed.

Good night,
Mr. Stefanovich.

Yes?
I have an appointment
with Igor Stefanovich.

Impossible. Comrade Stefanovich
has just gone to bed.

Then I'm right on time.
If you don't trust me,
you can search me.

What have I to hide?
He's expecting me.

What is going on here?

Hello. Hello!

Stefanovich has been shot!
Send in an ambulance.

Quickly! Now!

Listen to me!
Stefanovich has been shot.

No! Listen to me, damn it!
Send an ambulance now!

Quickly!

The hammer and sickle
will fly again.

You and I...

and all our children...

will once more be proud...

to call ourselves Russians.

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

Come on.
Get 'im in there.

What'd I tell you?
The kid works the body
just like Brasilio.

Ah, you mean like
Dick Tiger.
Carmen Brasilio.

Dick Tiger.
What the hell are
you two talking about?

Carmen Brasilio.
Who he?

Middleweight contender
back in the '50s.
Guy hit like a mule.

Dick Tiger.
Who he?

Middleweight champion
back in the '50s.
Guy knocked Brasilio on his ass.

Aw, he was lucky.
The Marquis of Queensberry
would have been so proud.

Who he?

- Come on, bum. Get in there!
- Keep up the left.
Watch the overhand right.

Not like you didn't warn him.

So, what? You and Joe, you
want to sponsor this... event?

Come on, man.
Charlie would have loved this.
Yeah, he grew up here.

He figured a place like this
would keep the kids
off the street.

Yeah. I can see that's really
important. 'Cause out in
the streets you can get hurt.

- Stick and go.
- I don't believe it.

Time to go.
She's a friend.

Listen, when I carry a sword
and I haven't been formally
introduced, I get shy.

Yeah.

Hey, Mac.
All right.

Are you coming?
Yeah. Right.

Ingrid?
Duncan?

If you ask me, your mission
here for British Intelligence
is useless.

Why?
Because the British ruling class
are snobs.

Because no matter
what you tell them,

they'll never believe
that they should fear
a housepainter from Austria.

Does Hitler really have
the support of
the German people?

The proletariat,
they're always the last
to realize what's going on.

And when they do,
it's usually too late.

You know, it wouldn't be
tragic if it wasn't
so predictable.

They love him.
Incredible.

Hmm. Why should that
surprise you?

Hitler appeals to
the lowest common denominator.

David, what happened?

It was those goddamn Nazis,
that's what happened.

I'm standing on
the corner talking--

- That's all you were doing
was talking?
-Ja,just talking.

And-And then those
bastard brownshirts
start hitting me.

- Three of them.
- Have a drink.
You'll feel better.

You want to give the British
a piece of intelligence?

Tell them the greatest danger
in dealing with a leader like
Hitler is underestimating him.

My God.
That's them.

- Really?
- You're just here
to observe. Remember?

Look what we have here.

A loud-mouthed Jew
has run back to
his Communist friends.

Are you his friend?

No. I'm his brother.

Another Jew.

Whoops. Get out of here.

Say hello to Hitler for me.

You're not
helping anything, you know.

What do you think
you've accomplished
with that little display?

I don't know.
Made me feel better.

I thank you, my friend.
But she's right.

You may have stopped these two,
but there will be more.
There will always be more.

Yeah. Can I have
another beer, please?

- It's on the house.
- Oh, thank you. What?

Farewell.

Friends of yours?
I'll explain later.

Come on.

So, you wanna tell me
what happened back there?

Oh, some Russian politician
was assassinated. The police
want to question me.

Is there something
I'm missing here?

No. I just happened to be
in Moscow at the same hotel.
I don't even know who it was.

Actually, they already
took a statement from me
at the hotel.

But after I left the country,
they ran a check on my passport,

and I guess something
wasn't kosher.
I don't know.

I don't remember you
being so careless.

What can I say?
I haven't been great
with paperwork lately.

Well, what do I have to do
to get a drink around here?

Thank you.

So they wonder about
the woman with
the phony passport?

Serves me right
for getting sloppy.

Well, I'm sure
we can straighten it out.

Oh, I think it's best
to just leave it alone.

Who knows?
They might even suspect me.
Oh, you.

No.
Silly, isn't it?

Although, I must admit,
the world is a better place
without Igor Stefanovich.

I thought you said
you didn't know his name.

Well, I must have seen it
in a newspaper.

- On TV or something.
- Oh.

I have a plane to catch.
I have to go.

You-You're leaving now?
Oh, yes. Too many questions
to answer if they find me.

Oh. It's been really great
seeing you again, Duncan.

- What's going on, Ingrid?
- Nothing.

- If you need any help--
- I'll know where to find you.

It's not a question of
just the boxing.

The kids need something
to do, to have discipline.
Don't you understand?

I'm not a big fan
of blood sports.
Oh, dear.

So what happened to
your friend?
She left.

She didn't
stick around long.
No.

She, uh, mention why
the police were after her?

She said, uh, they were here
to tie up some loose ends.

Oh, right.

So, uh,

five patrol cars
and 10 uniforms?

- That's a lot of manpower to
tie up a few loose ends.
- You're an old cynic.

I try. Look at this.
It's an exhibition of
Greek antiquities.

Oh, yeah. Can't wait.
A 2,500-year-old garage sale.

Listen, some of this stuff
could be mine.

I believe the phrase is,
"Do you mind if
I borrowed your newspaper?"

Damn it.

Mac?
I'll see you later.

Now is the time for
white America to stand up.

Now is the time for
white America to stand up...

and remember who we are...

and what we stand for.

Hey, Jerry, you wanna
bring more chairs over?
I got it.

Now is the time for
white America to stand up
and remember who we are...

and what we've done.
Can we get
a sound check, sir?

White is right.
How's that?
Thank you, sir.

Now is the time for
white America to stand up...

and remember who we are
and what we've done.

-To remember whose sweat
built this nation.
- Guess you didn't leave town.

If you're my friend,
you'll turn around
and walk out that door.

I know, everybody knows,
and damn it, I say it's time--

Because I'm your friend,
I can't let you do this.

This is none of
your business, Duncan.
You can't do this.

I'm not gonna watch you
kill an innocent man.

Let go of my arm.
No, I won't.

- I'm only doing what
needs to be done.
- What's going on out there?

It's not gonna happen.

Oh, my God.
He's got a gun!

Are you a writer
of fiction, Mr. MacLeod?

Smoking was
much more agreeable.

That's a shame.

Possessed of such
an imagination,

it seems a shame to
squander your talents...

on my humble self.

If I could help you,
Inspector, I would.
Would you?

Let's review.

Shall we? You just
happen to be here...

when they are setting up
for the Wilkinson speech?

No. I was here the day before
for a boxing match and I was--

A woman you have
never seen before
has a gun.

You take the gun
away from her.

Then she screams,
"You have a gun,"
and runs away,

leaving you
holding the weapon?

- Do I understand
correctly so far?
- I know how it sounds.

Do you?
Do you, Mr. MacLeod?

If I have learned anything...

in my relatively undistinguished
career with Interpol,

it is that
nothing is impossible.

And no one is who
they seem to be.

No one.

his the girl?
No one.

Um, I'm not certain, actually.
I didn't get a good look at her.

Pity.

Normally, when
one disarms...

a potential assassin,

one pays more attention
to details.

Don't bother with prints,
Robert. She won't have
left any.

What is this about?

It's about murder,
Mr. MacLeod.

It's about murder.
Let's start again.

A woman
you have never...

seen before
has a gun.

I'm sorry,
but you left me no choice.

Doors and windows were locked.
Elevator needs a key.

- You've gotten good.
- I've had to.

So what have you been doing
in the past 50 years, Ingrid?

- Traveling mostly.
- Traveling...

or running?
Both.

After the war,
I spent a few years in Israel.

- Israel?
- With the Mossad.

And then a couple years
in England with
Special Services,

and then with the C.I.A.

- You had good teachers.
- The best.

So what Breslaw was saying
about the murders was true?

They weren't murders.
They were assassinations.
There's a difference.

- The end result is the same.
- Yes, but some people
deserve to die.

That's the difference.

Must be quite a responsibility
being judge, juror
and executioner.

Oh, you think
I want to do what I do?

I don't know
what to think.

I've only killed the ones
who needed it.

How many?

Not enough.

Since when was it
so easy for you to kill?

You will like him. He's good.
It's time that he was here.

He'll be here soon.
Just relax.

Colonel Stauffenburg,
Duncan MacLeod.

We've had good reports
about you, Colonel.

- You are British?
- Yes.

I have the papers for
a German officer returning
from the Russian front.

You will never pass.

Your German
is very good.

I've had lots of time
to practice.

You certain there's
no other way than a bomb?

No one is allowed to
carry a gun in the presence
of the fu��hrer.

This is our only way.
You have the fuses?

All the way from England.

They run 10 minutes?

You break the glass,
it releases the acid.

The acid eats through
the wire, and the wire
releases the firing pin.

- Eight, 10 minutes,
we can't be exact.
- That is good enough.

- The device will be
placed in my briefcase.
All right then.

This is how I see it.

The wolf's lair.
Hitler's headquarters.

There are sentries here,
here and here.

But most important of all
is the S.S. checkpoint
on the main road here.

The conference room
and the underground bunker
are here.

There's only one way in.

So there's not a chance in
hell he can escape this time.

And the reserve army is
ready to step in?

The shadow government is
prepared both here
and in occupied France.

As soon as they receive word
that Operation Valkyrie
is completed,

a new Germany will be born.

To Valkyrie then.

- To Valkyrie.
- To Valkyrie.

What is it?

For 200 years
the most I've ever done
about war is talk about it.

Well, it's natural
to be a little afraid.

Oh, I'm not afraid, Duncan.
The worst they can do
is shoot me.

Then what is it?
Truth?

Yeah.

I've never killed
a mortal before.

I've used my sword
when I've had to,
but always against our kind.

This is different.
Yes, it is.

Some of those men are just
soldiers fighting for their
country, and tomorrow they die.

Their children
will grow up without fathers.

That's true, Ingrid.
That will happen.

But something else
will happen too.
Hitler will be dead.

Fraulein.

Wilkinson is not Hitler.
But he might
become Hitler.

Yeah, but you
don't know that.

I won't take that chance.
He has to be stopped.

At 16, he and his friends
beat two gay men to death.

At 20, they burned
three black churches
in the South.

Ingrid, if you have
the proof--
There is no proof.

He's smart, MacLeod.
He's done nothing in years.

Now all he does is give a speech
and a dozen other people go out
and burn churches for him.

He has to die.
There is no other way.

There has to be
another way.

Fifty years from now,
I don't want to look back
on this day...

as the day I could've
saved the world from him.

Duncan, we're old friends.

Don't try to stop me. Please.

I won't let you.

You mind telling me what
you find funny about this?

Okay-- Yeah, well,
not exactly funny,

but, um,
pretty entertaining, yeah.

Just what is
so entertaining?

MacLeod tussling with
another of his, um,
moral dilemmas.

You know, there are times
I really don't like you.
Sometimes I don't like myself.

I see. Ingrid Henning.

Hey, ask-ask Joe about her.

I don't have to
ask Joe about her.
I know about her.

She failed to kill Hitler
in '44, and she's been
making up for it ever since.

This is not good news.

I can't believe
they moved the briefing.
Pull over here.

The conference room is
aboveground. The energy of
the blast...

will be deflected
out of the windows.

Then we'll just have to
put the briefcase as close
to Hitler as possible.

Well, leave that to me.
This time I will stay
to make sure it goes off.

No, I'm not gonna
let you sacrifice yourself.
It is not up to you.

Colonel, imagine the chaos
after tonight. Germany's gonna
need someone to restore order.

They're gonna need somebody
to negotiate a peaceful
surrender with the Allies.

He's right.
Today is just the beginning.
The real work comes later.

I'll stay in the room
after you place the briefcase.

Listen to him.
It's the only way.

Come.
The German people will not
forget the British soldier...

who gave his life
for them today.
I will see to that.

If you don't mind, Colonel,
I'd rather stay anonymous.

Chief of Staff
Field Marshal Brandt,

Colonel Frick,
newly returned from
the Russian front.

No doubt, Frick,
you are here to explain
why the British convoys...

are still getting through
supplying the Red Army.

I can assure you, Field Marshal,
you'll find my report
completely satisfactory.

It is not I
who must be satisfied.

God be with you,
Duncan MacLeod.

Fifteen kilometer
of railroad destroyed in
the last air strike alone.

The new 50-millimeter flak guns
are completely useless.

They are laughing at me.

This cannot go on.
The honor of Germany
is at stake.

I will not stand for it!
Do you hear me?

Excuse me, Field Marshal,
I must make a call.
Why build flak towers...

around the railroad yard
if the guns don't work!

Who is
the imbecile responsible?

- Perhaps I can explain.
- I hope for your sake you can.

If I may demonstrate.

So, railway lines
have been destroyed...

here, here and here.

The flak towers have been
deployed here--

What are you doing?

Fool, let me go.
Oh, my God.

God--
has spared me again.
I am invincible!

The hand of God himself
protects the fu��hrer.

The hand of God himself
protects the f�hrer.

The hand of God himself
protects the f�hrer.

Halt!

Hitler should have died
that day, but we failed.

And Ingrid blames herself.

Come on, man.
You are not...

buying into that tawdry,
guilt-induced little melodrama.

Oh, I forgot. We're talking to
the only guilt-free man
in the Western world.

No, we're talking about Ingrid.

It is the ultimate in arrogance
to think that one person can
alter the course of history.

You can't deny that
by killing Hitler in '44,

thousands of lives
would have been saved--
maybe millions.

Yeah, and if you killed him in
'43 like Rommel wanted, maybe
Germany would have won the war.

History makes men, MacLeod.
Men don't make history.

I-I'm talking about the time,
okay? The "Zeitgeist,"
to quote the Germans.

If it hadn't been
the little painter from Austria,
it would have been someone else.

Would've been a--
I don't know, shopkeeper,
garbageman.

My point is, it doesn't matter.
The times were ripe
for a f�hrer.

My point is
it was Hitler.

You're a historian.
What do you think?

I'm not getting
in the middle of this.

- Coward.
- Ditto.

All right, you want an answer?

- Who gives a damn?
- Hey.

What matters is that
it's Mac's friend.

Pretty smart.
For a kid.

- What are you gonna do?
- In her heart
she thinks she's right.

And part of me agrees.

- I don't know
how to stop her.
- Don't you?

No. I don't.

You know, you really
can be an arrogant pain
in the ass sometimes.

Guilty as charged.

We let ourselves in.
I love company.
Who brought the beer?

Is this really necessary?

I had a man watching this place.
He saw Ingrid coming out.

- You found her?
- Where is she?

- Guess not.
- You lied to me. You said
you didn't know her.

Well, maybe she was coming here
looking for a workout.

Where is she?
If I told you I didn't know,
would you believe me?

I've already
made that mistake.

Take him downtown.

My only vice left.

I'm not interested
in you, MacLeod.

I suggest you don't
make me interested.

If you think I'm involved
in these murders, charge me.

"Charge me, or set me free."

The cry of the innocent man.

I might not charge you, MacLeod.
I know you are not
in this with her.

But what you are
is a blind fool.

Then give me a white cane,
and I'll get out of here.

Not quite.
What is she to you?

A lover?
A relation, perhaps?

Or just an old friend?

Old friends are the worst.

They claim more of your soul.

I don't agree with
what Ingrid's done.

But part of you
understands it, yes?

- A little story.
- Do I have a choice?

I'll be brief.
Good.

Once there was a writer,
a poet, actually.

But he lived in
the dark times. Hitler.

The Nazis. And soon
he was afraid
to stay in Germany.

He thought that
they would be safe there.

And for a while,
they had a good life.
They were happy there.

Until one night when
the Communists broke into
his house.

They took him away
in the dead of night
and shot him.

For his poetry.

You see?

They shot my father
for writing poetry, MacLeod.

So part of me
understands Ingrid too.

A tyrant here,
a dictator there.

And now there is
this Wilkinson.
Despicable.

Some people might say
murdering him is
a community service.

What would
you say, MacLeod?

I say you should postpone
Wilkinson's speech
tomorrow night.

I wanna stop Ingrid
as much as you do.

On that
we would agree.

Your lawyer is here,

and since I'm not going to
charge you...

good-bye.

My lawyer?

This I gotta see.

Officers.

Well, that worked
pretty well.

Since when are you
my attorney?
Whatever you need.

Lawyer, doctor, Indian chief.
I've got paperwork
to cover it all.

Yeah, of course.
I forgot.
Uh, Mac. Cab.

Okay, Watcher records
are a bit sketchy on our lady,

so I had a check with
the desk sergeant
while I was waiting.

So you know she committed
at least 15 murders
in the past 10 years.

Yeah, which leaves about
40 years unaccounted for.
The mind boggles.

Oh, come on, man.
Who's to know-- Who's to say
she's not right?

Maybe the people
she killed deserved to die.

Okay, this is
the angle now, is it?
The end justifies the means.

It's not very original.
She believes she's making
the world a better place.

Mac, that's exactly
what he believed.

Remember, uh,
what was his name?
Uh, Adolf something or other.

"Adolf something or other."
I don't believe you.

You believe it.
You just don't wanna hear it.
Yeah.

We got you.

Damn it.

It's Frayne.
Patch me through
to the inspector.

Connecting--it'll be
one minute, Detective.

Okay, Ingrid.
Just relax. Nobody's going to--
That's right.

- Nobody's going to stop me.
Patching through, Detective.

Frayne, do you read? Over.

No, no, no.
I don't believe it.
Stefanovich, yes.

Wilkinson, maybe.
But there's no way
she would kill a cop.

Are you sure?
I'm positive. There's no way.
She couldn't do that.

I was right.
You are a fool.

Listen.
It's Frayne. Patch me
through to the inspector.

- Okay, Ingrid. Just relax.
Nobody's going to--
- That's right.

Nobody's going to stop me.
I'm sorry.

I have a wife and children.
No, please! Don't.

But I can't let anyone stop me.
Calling all cars, officer
needs assistance--

The police station log tape.
Where is she?

MacLeod, that woman
will kill anyone
who gets in her way.

For the last time,
where is she?

I don't know.

I hope you have a dark suit,

because soon you will be
going to the funeral
of a friend.

- Hold it.
- Don't move.

It's not Wilkinson, Ingrid.
Drop it. Drop it,
or you are dead.

It's not him.

What a waste.

You're not driving,
are you?

Never gets
any easier.
What?

The killing,
I mean.

- Maybe it's not supposed to.
- Maybe if I die
a little tonight,

it will even things out
between me and God.

I hear Wilkinson's speech
is back on for tomorrow night.

This time
he is on his own.

When I was a little boy,
everything was black and white.

Good and evil, you see.

Then I grew up and discovered
that there was only gray.

I'm sorry I had to
kill your friend.

The Ingrid I knew
I'll never forget.

But the one you killed,
I don't even know
who she was.

- You did what you had to do.
- But was I right?

If this
fascist scum Wilkinson...

becomes your president
in the next five or 10 years--

how am I going to
sleep at night?

I would've made
the same choice.

They call me a racist. Why?

'Cause I have the guts
to tell the truth.

That's right!
It's not my truth.
It's not your truth.

It is the truth.
And the truth is I can't
support a government...

that is weak, corrupt
and taxes us to death.

Who's gonna protect us
and our children from
these hoodlums and crackheads?

We're gonna
do it ourselves!

She's not here.
She will be.
She has to be.

The truth is that it's time
for every true American--
and we know who we are--

to stand up and say,
"We're not gonna
take it anymore!"

This guy
gives me a headache.
Let's get out of here.

- No. There's something else.
- Do we want a white America?

- Do we want a free America?
Yeah!

- I'm telling you, Mac.
She's a no-show.
- Vote for a New Freedom Party.

This is the New Freedom Party.
Are you with me?

Are you certain
there's no other way
than the bomb?

That's it. That's it.

Ingrid, don't do this.

Dozens of innocent people
are gonna die.

Innocence is relative.
You've lived long enough
to know that.

What about the cop you killed?

What was his crime?

He was just doing his job.

He didn't care about Wilkinson.
He didn't care about politics.

Just like those German officers
we killed with that bomb?

They were just soldiers.

Ah, yes, but the price
of killing Hitler.

- Except we didn't.
- No. That was different.

That was war.

- Put it down.
- I can't.

- Duncan.
- I don't wanna do this.

- We're old friends.
- This goes beyond friendship.

You'll never
be able to do it.

I know you.
You're better than I am.

- Please.
- Imagine a world
without tyrants.

Without dictators.
I can't let you
kill everybody in that room.

Are you prepared to
sacrifice all that?
For what?

For a group of arrogant,
racist bastards who are
no better than he is.

It doesn't matter what they are.
Put it down, damn you!

You have no right to do this.
But you have
the right to stop me?

How is that different
from my killing them?

It's now or never, Duncan.

No!

Are you with me, my friends?

It's time to make
this country ours again!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Sieg heil!

Sieg heil!

- New Freedom Party!
- New Freedom Party!

- To the New Freedom Party!

When I was a little boy,
everything was black and white.

Good and evil, you see?

Then I grew up and discovered
there was only gray.

Yeah, great speech.

New Freedom Party.
New Freedom Party.

New Freedom Party.
New Freedom Party.

Way to go. It's about time.

All right, Wilkinson.
You got my vote.

Are you okay?

Ingrid asked me something
before she died.

They usually do.

She said, "What was
the difference between...

her killing them
and me killing her?"

Good question.
Right up there
with chicken and egg.

So what are you saying?
There is no answer?

No, there is an answer.
But the real question is
whether you're ready for it.

Stefanovich killed,
and Ingrid judged him.

Wilkinson killed,
and Ingrid judged him.

Ingrid killed,
and you judged her.

So who judges me?

You hungry?

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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