All language subtitles for Highlander s05e16 Forgive Us Our Trespasses.eng

There is a god.

Amanda.

You come here often?
I may have to start.

Actually, I, uh,
own the place.

Just bought it. Really.

Well, new decor,
better music,

less water in the drinks.

I think you've
made quittment here.

Well, it seems
to be paying off.

Well, you're the flavor
of the month, aren't you?

Let's see what kind of
staying power you have.

Oh, I plan on making
a lasting impression.

That's very
optimistic of you.

You lived here long? Oh, a
thousand years, off and on.

Almost a native.

You must know every
Immortal in the city.

Are you looking for
anyone in particular?

Always. What's her name?

Duncan MacLeod.

Is he a friend of yours?

We have some, uh,
unfinished business.

You know him?

Doesn't ring a bell.

But, um, speaking of
unfinished business,

would yoto come
to my place?

Did you know this
was a convent once?

Next you're going to
tell me you're a nun.

Tempting, but black
isn´t my color.

Was it something I
said? Duncan MacLeod.

Where is he?

I don't want to kill you.

That makes two of us.

Then call MacLeod.

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

Amanda?

Sorry.

I didn't have a choice.
I asked her to call you.

Well, I'm here.

Duncan MacLeod.

You've haunted me for
more than 200 years.

- I'm Steven Keane.
- Oh.

You really don't remember.

Then maybe you
remember my friend.

Richard Dunbar, the
Earl of Rosemont.

I lost scouting party
after scouting party.

They'd march into the woods, and we'd
never find so much as their bones.

Father, look! I
heard it went hard.

They were everywhere.

Any man or boy that could
raise a sword or a scythe...

was against us.

The Scottish devils
left me no choice.

I should have been
there with you, Richard.

I thank God you
were not, Steven.

I entrusted you to look
after my wife and my sons.

You're my family, well,
as much as I ever had.

There were days I thought
I'd never see them again.

That damned war seemed to
go on for a thousand years.

But in the end, you got
the better of them, hmm?

Cumberland was ready to
march home after the rout,

but I convinced him
that we had to finish it.

We had to leave a mark, make sure
those Jacobites were wiped out.

We cut down every man
in tartan we could find.

If there had been another
way, you would have found it.

Would I?

Or was I too full
of hate to look?

Let's have no more
talk of the war, hmm?

It's over, and you're
home. Father, look!

Look at me!
With your family.

Father! Come, Father.

Come, Father.

Do you remember how
many men you slaughtered,

how many lives
you destroyed?

Yes.

They were
desperate times...

with desperate
measures-- it was war.

I followed Bonnie Prince Charlie who managed
to rally the Scots against the English.

Our dream was freedom.

Come on for Scotland and
Bonnie Prince Charlie!

For a while, victory
seemed possible.

But the dream ended in
slaughter and death at Culloden.

The English bastards
know we're coming.

Not these ones.
Cochrane saw to that.

And now he's dead.

Charlie was
forced to flee,

taking our shattered
dreams with him.

Milord, can we
not rest tonight?

We can reach
the boat at dawn.

A boat to take me off...

to lick my wounds
like a whipped hound.

I've suffered the worst
defeat in Scottish history.

And now the English
murderers will say, "Aye,

Bonnie Prince Charlie ran away
with his tail 'tween his legs."

Let them say
what they will.

By God, we fought as
bravely as men can.

When we've finished,
there'll be nothing left...

in this stinking land
but us and sheep, eh?

Culloden was terrible,

but what happened
after was worse.

What the devil!

It's the devil himself!

The English weren't
content with defeating us.

They wanted to wipe us
off the face of the earth.

Farmers, women, children.

They were without mercy.

I killed because
they killed.

I answered
death with death.

Look. Look what
they've done to us.

I know.

He was only a lad.

They said they couldn't let
him be a rebel like his father.

His father's been
dead 10 years.

He got the fever in '35.

He never saw
the cursed war.

Where are our men?
Where is Prince Charlie?

The men are scattered.
Prince Charlie's fled.

The war's over.
We've lost.

If the war is over, why is
the killin' still goin' on?

Come, Grandmother.
I'll help you bury him.

His mother and
sister were in there.

I pleaded with the soldiers to
let them out, but they laughed.

They said that they
couldn't let us breed.

They burned them!

"On the earl's
orders," they said.

What was the name of the
earl that gave the order?

Rosemont.

God will make
him pay for this.

He'll not have
to wait for God.

Josephine prayed for your
safe return every night.

And now Josephine must
have a new prayer--

pray this victory holds,

pray those Highland bastards
have finally understood.

I won't have my sons
called to this battle again.

Where is the Earl
of Rosemont, boy?

He's come for
me. Leave us.

No. Stay.

My God!

Please. Don't hurt my son.

That is what a thousand
Scottish mothers screamed...

when your soldiers
murdered their children.

- Who are you?
- A man of Scotland your butchers could not kill.

- It was war.
- It still is.

Let my son go.
Let him go...

and face me.

That's right,
boy. You run.

You run and you tell every
English boy you meet...

that Duncan MacLeod is
coming for their fathers.

You tell your children and
your children's children...

that they're
not safe from me.

Now run. Run, Michael!

On your knees.

And that's all
you have to say?

There's nothing
else to say.

6:00 a.m.

The Luxembourg Gardens.

That gives you time
to say your good-byes.

If you run, I'll find you.

I won't run.

Look, I'm really sorry. The
guy had a sword to my throat.

I didn't know what else to do.
I thought, holy ground, a talk.

You did the right thing.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I like you with all
your parts intact.

Well, you and me both.

What do you
know about Keane?

Nothing. I just met him.

He seemed like a nice
enough guy at the time.

Now you're gonna
have to kill him.

Every English boy you meet
that Duncan MacLeod has come--

And your children's
children--

No! No! No!

No! No, Duncan! It's
me! It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. I'm
sorry. I'm sorry.

It's all right. It's okay.

Here. I was--
I was dreaming.

Duncan?

I couldn't sleep.

Yeah, I noticed.

You know what? I have come
up with a brilliant idea.

Why don't we go somewhere
really, really warm?

Like Tahiti.

Yeah? No shoes,
no clothes.

No, uh, tan lines and no pesky
Immortals coming out of the woodwork.

Oh, there was that one guy.
What was his name? Grenville?

Grenville. But you know
what? He's not gonna be there.

It's just gonna
be you and me,

and I'm gonna get out that old
copy of the Kama-- Amanda. Amanda.

What? I can't.

Why not? Because I
have to deal with this.

What do you mean,
uh, "deal with this"?

With Keane, this
whole bloody mess.

It should never
have happened.

I'd seen women and
children slaughtered,

farms destroyed, villages
razed to the ground.

And for what?

All I wanted was revenge.

I thought the best
way to do that...

was to kill as many
English as possible.

It was no answer. Hmm.

So what are you saying?
Keane's right about me.

I am a murderer.

Duncan, that was
250 years ago.

Everyone's dead now-- the people
he killed, the people you killed...

and-- and four generations
of their children.

It's ancient history.
It's just over.

It's not over.

Great. So you're gonna let this
arrogant little English ass...

show up with a
250-year-old grudge...

and convince you
that you're a bad guy.

It was war, Duncan.

- The war was over.
- Duncan.

You're the
best man I know.

You make people better,
you know, people like me,

people who didn't give a damn about
anything in their whole lives...

until you came along with
your big brown eyes...

and your Boy Scout rules.

What, are you just gonna
throw this away... Amanda.

because you made one
damn mistake! Amanda.

No. If you're gonna let Steven
Keane kill you over this crap,

then you are on your own.

Methos.

Open the door. I
know you're there.

Methos!

Methos, it's Amanda.

Do you wanna knock a bit louder? I don't
think they heard you in Philadelphia.

I'm sorry. It was
an emergency, okay?

No. It was a good way to get
your head cut off is what it was.

You're turning into an
old grouch, aren't you?

Or did I interrupt
something important?

Amanda, it is the middle of the
night, and I wasn't expecting anyone.

Give me a minute.
You want some coffee?

Yeah.

Tell me what you know
about this Keane guy.

Nothing. Never met him.

Wait a minute. I thought
the Watchers knew everything.

Well, I've done
with the Watchers.

Really? I thought you'd found
the perfect hiding place.

Well, I changed my
mind. Sorry. Can't help.

No. No, listen, Methos. Why
don't you just talk to MacLeod?

Try to convince him that
Keane is wrong about him.

You want me to
talk to MacLeod...

and tell him, uh, you know, stop
worrying, you're not a bad guy.

Yeah.

Trust me, Amanda. That's not
gonna work. Look-- No, Methos.

You have to do something. I've
never seen him this upset before,

and you know how
guilt-ridden he can be.

Look, if he goes
up against Keane...

thinking he deserves
to lose, he'll lose.

He'll die, Methos.

So, nice day for it.

You know, not too cold.
The ground's nice and dry.

Amanda's got a big mouth.
Well, she's worried about you.

Yeah, and you? Oh, me? No.

Just scholarly interest, hey? I just
came by to watch the perfect Immortal die.

I'm not. Not what? Not the
perfect Immortal or not gonna die?

Go away. Hey, we're none
of us perfect, MacLeod.

Not you, not me,
not even Darius.

I'm sure not your
friend Steven Keane.

You should write fortune
cookies. Maybe I should,

just so long as I am
not writing your epitaph.

What Keane hates
you for happened.

Nothing you do is
gonna change that.

You accept it, MacLeod.
It's part of who you are.

We talking about me now?

Yes.

Do you remember what
happened after Culloden?

Yeah. I went after innocent
men and slaughtered them.

No. That's how Keane tells it. I
want to know howyou remember it.

'Cause they weren't
innocent, were they?

They were murderers. They were the
English bastards who destroyed your people,

and they deserved
to die-- all of them.

You sure all of them
did? Well, you were.

You wanted to kill.
You killed them.

You know, Keane
is just like you.

He wants to divide the
world up into good and bad.

Well, it's not
that simple.

We're all both--
good and evil.

We have rage and compassion.
We have love and hate.

Murder and forgiveness.

Why don't you try
forgiving yourself for once?

Why don't you try minding
your own business for once?

Tell Amanda
to do the same.

She can't say
I didn't try.

You are such a
pain in the ass.

I don't think we've met.

Steven Keane.

So I heard.

- I have no fight with you.
- That's true if you leave Paris and Duncan MacLeod alone.

Guy's got a
lot of friends.

Good men often
do. A good man?

You must not know
him very well.

You would be surprised.

Keane, let him be.

You try and stop me,
and I'll start with you.

Your call!

You bastard.

Sticks and stones.

You do it, and I'm next.

I am trying to
save your head.

I don't need your help.

You kill him-- I swear,
Methos, you face me.

Fine!

It's your funeral.

What happened
to your friend?

It's Tuesday.

He doesn't take
heads on Tuesdays.

Then why don't
you take it?

Because I don't want it.

- We don't have to be enemies.
- There's nothing else we can be.

Culloden was a
long time ago.

Dunbar was a general
in a hard war.

- People died.
- Yeah, and so did he.

You didn't see the women and children
slaughtered on your friend's orders.

What, killing me's
gonna bring him back?

No, but it'll make me feel
a hell of a lot better.

A hundred years,
a thousand.

You still have
to pay for it.

I do. I live
with it every day.

But I also live with the fact that
revenge doesn't make anything better.

I had a friend who said
the same thing to me once.

He was a great man.

I've tracked him
for 30 years, Sean--

to Russia, Constantinople,

across North Africa,
even as far as China.

But I'm always
a day behind,

a week behind,
a month behind.

A year ago, his ship
went down off Shanghai.

Since then, nothing.

I'm beginning to think I'll
never catch up with him.

Maybe it's for the
best, my friend.

What do you mean? I swore
on Richard Dunbar's body...

that I would find the
man who killed him.

I swore to his
wife and family...

that I would not rest
until MacLeod was dead.

And for 30 years, you've
thought of nothing else.

Thirty years that could have been
spent helping Dunbar's family.

Thirty years of
your own life wasted.

That's long
enough, Steven.

Let it go. How can I?

How can I when that
murderer is still out there?

You're so certain that
you have to kill him.

What do you know about
Duncan MacLeod, Steven?

Do you know why he left
Europe, why he went east?

Does it matter?
Everything matters.

You know him. Oh, I've
known a hundred men like him.

In every century
I've lived,

there's been a war that kings
and generals said would end wars.

There's been a people ground
down in the name of peace.

And there have been men like
you, Dunbar, and MacLeod...

fighting on one
side or the other,

always believing
in their hearts...

that theirs was the
side that God was on.

You don't have
to lecture me.

I'm not finished.

Until, one day,
they look around...

and they're sick...

and they retch
with the pain of it.

And they ride, ride until
they can ride no more,

hoping they'll find something
different across the steppes...

or across the Atlantic.

Hoping, praying... that they
won't have to keep killing.

And one day, Steven, that
day will come for you,

and I pray that no
one haunts your steps.

Leave MacLeod be, Steven.

Let the war be over...
for both of you.

Maybe you remember him.

His name was Sean Burns.

Sean was a man I
respected very much,

a man I owed a
great deal to.

Lady Caroline, I assure you Hugh Fitzcairn
is the most honorable of gentlemen.

You cannot be serious.

I'm tryin' to be delicate.

They're all so young.

They always are.

But look at them.

You didn't take away that
man's eyes or his legs.

You're spending the
war trying to save them.

Well, I'm doing a
great job, aren't I?

Is that Scottish
guilt I sense?

What, are we going back
to my childhood again?

- Is it Jung or Freud this time?
- It's Sean Burns.

You were brought up to
lead and protect a clan.

You feel guilt because you're
whole, because you'll survive.

I always survive.

I'll send you the bill.

How do I stop it?

Duncan,

it's not an illness.

It's... who you are,
who you'll always be.

I know the body heals, but to heal
the mind, to heal the damage inside.

Do you think that's
possible? Sigmund Freud does.

Brilliant mind,
disgusting cigars.

You're doing good
work here, Sean.

You could stay on.
I could use the help.

Sean convinced me that
revenge wasn't the answer.

I did what he wanted.

I let it go.

I let myself believe
that Sean was right--

that you were a good
man who made a mistake.

And then you killed him.

Now come.

Are you going to tell me he'd
done something dark and depraved...

to you and yours?

He shouldn't have died.

Then tell me.

I can't wait to hear it.

Tell me why the man
who killed Sean Burns...

isn't anything but a murdering
bastard who deserves to die.

It was a mistake. It
should never have happened.

Oh, sure. What
was it this time?

You were drunk? Drugged?

Temporarily insane?

Maybe you thought
he was somebody else.

Maybe you just
didn't care.

Look, it's not
that simple.

- You weren't there. You can't know.
- I don't need to know.

I don't judge your reasons,
MacLeod. I judge your acts.

Walk away.

Duncan MacLeod!

That's me.

I'd like you to come with
me, if you don't mind.

Certainly.

We received an
anonymous tip.

The caller was very
persuasive and very specific.

Oh, good. I can't wait.

With your permission.
Do I have a choice?

Hmm. Didn't think so.

I expect you'll tell me
you've never seen this before.

Why don't we skip that part, and
you tell me where you think I got it.

It belongs to a collection
of pieces that were stolen...

from the Countess
Pekovsky three years ago.

The collection was valued
at something over $3 million.

This necklace alone
is worth $750,000.

You're under
arrest, Mr. MacLeod.

I guess it wouldn't help
to tell you I'm innocent.

Hey, not too tight.

What? This is
amazing, even for you.

I know. You know, that necklace
would bring half a million, even hot.

But you're worth it.
This is not funny.

You're right. It's not
funny. It's deadly serious.

You're safe in here. With
your squeaky-clean record,

they're gonna give you a couple,
three years tops for that Pekovsky job.

Who knows? Two or three
years, anything could happen.

Maybe we'll get lucky and that
guy'll get whacked before you get out.

Damn it, Amanda, why can't you and
Methos just stay out of my business?

- Why don't you just leave me alone?
- Okay, fine.

No, not now! You gotta
get me outta here.

I know you're upset now, but
you're gonna thank me later.

- Oh.
- I couldn't just let him kill you.

Amanda, listen to me.

You do whatever it takes
and you get me outta here.

No. I have too much time
invested in you, MacLeod.

I wanna keep you around.

I can take Keane.

Honey, I'm sorry, but I don't think so.
There's something different this time.

If you had it together, then there'd
be no problem. I'd say 6-to-5 on you.

But in your present
state, I don't think so.

Amanda, I need to have this fight.
It's the only way to settle this.

- I'm warning you. I'm not staying in here!
- Fine.

- I'm not staying in here! -
You can break out of jail but--

I'll strangle you! Come here! Either
way, you're gonna stay out of Keane's way.

- Honey, don't worry. I'll see you every day.
- I warned you.

I wanna see the inspector.

There you are.

Mac?

Where's MacLeod?

I thought he'd be here.

Look, do you mind putting that
down, or were you planning to use it?

What makes you
think I won't?

I'm a student
of human nature.

Tell me where
to find MacLeod.

I don't know.

I love good guys.

You're trying to tell
me that a single woman...

was responsible for
the Pekovsky job...

and the break-in at
the Mus?e d'Orsay...

and a little business
at the Louvre?

And one or two other
things from Cartier.

This friend of yours is very
resourceful, Mr. MacLeod.

Tell me about it.

Some of these cases have
been open five or six years.

Imagine the reaction when
you solve them all in one day.

Careers have
been made on less.

Now, are you interested?

You'll give me a
description of this woman?

Yep, and the location of
the rest of the jewels.

In exchange for what?

In exchange, you never saw
or heard of Duncan MacLeod.

That son of a bitch.
That double-dealing swine.

You know, there are
cops all over my house.

He even gave up my secret
stash of "rainy day" jewels.

Well, one of them. Amanda,
what did you expect?

You got him sent to prison. You think
he's just gonna sit there and take it?

I was trying to keep him
alive, and he turned on me.

All right, correct
me if I misunderstood,

but this was after you
framed him, wasn't it?

Have a drink.
You'll feel better.

I was ratted out by
my very best friend.

Well, I know
how that feels.

Methos, I was just
trying to help him.

I didn't care how
mad he got at me...

as long as it
kept him alive.

Look, you did
your best, okay?

So did I. Now
it's up to him.

He's lived a
long time, Amanda.

It's not all luck. Yeah, but
it's not all skill either.

He's gone up against
Immortals older than him,

some better than him,
and he's always won.

You know why? Because he doesn't give
up, not when he thinks he's right.

No. Which can be bloody
annoying, as we both know.

There's something different this
time. His heart's just not in it.

I'm so tired of killing...

and so tired of
deciding who to kill.

He's a good man, Darius.

I don't wanna kill him.

All he's done is judge me
like I've judged others.

I'm so tired
of the killing.

You want another shot?

I warn you-- I'll
finish it if you make me.

I didn't come to fight.
I'd like to talk to you.

Just humor me, all right?

Look, Steven, I
don't know you,

but, um, I do
know MacLeod.

He's the kind of guy who doesn't
make promises he can't keep,

and he carries a
grudge a long time.

One of those people who can
talk about honor and justice...

with a straight face.

A man who hunts and
kills innocent men.

Maybe.

Because that's the kind
of mistake you make...

when you think it matters
who lives and who dies.

The voice of experience.

You know, I've been around a lot
longer than either one of you.

And I can tell you, it's not
gonna make a bit of difference...

in this big, bad world whether
you kill him or he kills you.

But, uh, it makes a
big difference to me...

and to a lot of people
who care about MacLeod.

Why don't you try
thinking about them?

Because that
doesn't matter.

Would-- Just
listen to yourself.

Isn't that exactly what MacLeod was
thinking when he went after your friend--

that this idea of justice was more
important than the people he was hurting?

What are you gonna think of
yourself a hundred years from now...

when someone's coming after
you for killing a good man,

and you're trying to
explain your reasons?

I really hope he listens when your
friends try to stand up for you.

When the time comes,

I hope I'll have someone
like you to speak for me.

Are you ready?
Whenever you are.

Outside.

Five minutes.

Okay. I want you
to listen to me.

You're gonna go out there,

and it's not about Culloden, and
it's not about the Earl of Rosemont.

You have to just-- just
forget about all that,

and you just worry
about coming back, okay?

With my shield or on it.

It'll be fine.

I've waited a
long time for this.

Maybe we both have.

Not this time.

The war's over.

Walk away.

You really
thought I'd lose?

Oh, yeah, and you didn't?

It wasn't about that.

You guys still
don't get it, do you?

No.

I had to take responsibility
for what I've done,

and nothing you two could do
was ever gonna solve it for me.

I had to face him and fight
the best fight of my life...

knowing he'd do the same.

Just trust the fates
to decide the winner.

Trial by
combat--

whoever survives is proved
right in the eyes of the law.

Bright boy.

But what if he comes
after you again?

He won't. How
do you know that?

Because I wouldn't.
Well, he's not you.

He's not that different.
None of us are.

We all make mistakes.

And we all have
mistakes to forgive.

Speaking of mistakes,

there seems to
be an inspector...

who is determined to put
my cute little butt in jail.

Sorry about that.

Hmm. Shall I forgive you?

Oh, no. I don't
think you should.

I think this is
my cue to leave.

Bye, Methos. Bye, Methos.

You guys be good. If not,
we'll try to be better.

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

Closed-Captioned By
Captioc. Los Angeles

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0