Original subtitles

-I can feel him.

-That's what we've come for, that stone chicken?

-As we're here, well, I hope you've made lunch, because I'm

bloody hungry.

-Fool, Foster.

You make jokes while the fate of the world is at stake?

-Better a fool than a lunatic.

The only thing we've got to be afraid of around here is that

damned Iraqi army.

Hey, would you get a look at that?

Ugly, isn't it?

What the hell is that thing?

-See?

-What?

-[foreign language]

-If you say so.

[chanting]

-It's him, Foster.

It's him.

Are you afraid, Foster?

[chuckles]

We should all be afraid.

The thousand years are up.

The demon is coming.

And the dead will rise.

-You've got a vivid imagination, old man.

Come on, get what you want.

Let's get the hell out of here.

[grunts]

LANDRY [OFFSCREEN]: Foster.

Dear god.

Foster.

NARRATOR: 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 enemies' 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.

THEME SONG: 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.

[dog barking]

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: So what do you think, Richie?

-I don't know, Mac.

I just--

I don't get opera.

-Then maybe you should learn Italian.

-It's not just that, it's--

I mean, what's the point?

I mean, I don't see what it has to do with life today.

-The same as it had to do 100 years ago.

Things aren't that different.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: I don't know, it seems to me things

are getting a lot worse.

You watched any television recently?

You know, Mac, sometimes I think the whole

world's gone crazy.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: There's a lot in

culture to keep it sane.

-I mean, watching some guy go on and on for hours about his

lost love just seems a little irrelevant to me.

-Please.

I--

I have to ask you, are you Duncan MacLeod?

-Yeah, I'm MacLeod.

-Oh, thank god.

I've come to warn you.

The time is at hand.

The millennium is upon us.

He is coming.

-Um, I'm sure he is, but it's a little late.

And I think you're a little confused.

-Listen to me, while there's still time.

You've got to stop him, MacLeod, you alone.

God help you, you're the only one who can.

-Mac, what is it?

-Stay there, Richie.

-No!

You don't know what you're facing.

You've got to stop.

She's here for you.

You're not ready.

I haven't taught you how to fight him.

-Horton.

You can't be here.

-Who?

-James Horton, he's--

he was right there.

-Mac, what are you talking about?

There's no one there, Mac.

[chanting]

-How can you still be alive?

Answer me, Horton.

I killed you.

How?

-The question you have to ask yourself is, is he real?

Has Horton really come back from the dead?

Or have I gone insane?

How many times do you think you're going to

have to kill me?

-Just once.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Mac?

-He was here.

Horton was here.

-Mac, you killed Horton three years ago.

Look around, there's nobody here but us.

[shouts]

-I'm going to check under the bridge.

Dead, and what for?

50 francs and a couple of pictures of this grand-kids.

That's too bad.

The guy was just a harmless crazy.

-Maybe.

-Oh come on, Mac.

Give me a break.

He is coming, the time is at hand--

the guy was out of his mind.

-He was also terrified.

And he knew my name.

-Mac, Horton is dead.

It was dark.

We had champagne.

You made a mistake.

-No, no, no.

It was Horton, all right.

The old man was trying to warn me.

-You think he was a watcher?

-No, I checked his wrist, no tattoos.

-So now what?

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: When was the body removed?

-Yesterday, Monsieur.

Hm.

This was not done in my day.

Body was meant to stay in one place, as god intended.

-Tell me about it.

What about paperwork?

There must have been an official request to have the

body exhumed.

-[CHUCKLES[ In France, Monsieur, paperwork is our

national pastime.

The remains are to be shipped to the United States before

the burial sometime today.

-From where?

-Orly airport.

-At whose request?

-The brother-in-law of the deceased.

-Joe Dawson?

-Yes.

-Wait a minute, are you sure you've got the right guy?

He's tall, gray hair, beard, uses a cane.

-Uh, that was him.

Nice man, but he seemed to be in a great hurry.

-I'm sure he was.

-If the dead cannot find peace,

then how can the living?

-Thanks for your help.

-Oui, Monsieur.

-Let's get this over with.

Thank you.

-Well, if I'd know, I would have sent flowers.

My condolences.

Anybody I know, huh?

-This is personal business, MacLeod.

It really doesn't concern you.

-Anything to do with Horton concerns me.

-Hey.

Look, my niece, his daughter, she moved back to Chicago.

She wants her father buried there, so I'm

helping the kid out.

It's a family thing.

-Oh, family thing, is it?

Oh, well, then why did you hide it from me?

-I know what he did to you, and I know how

you felt about him.

-Oh, that's very considerate.

-Hey, what is wrong with you?

The guy was my brother-in-law.

His daughter wants his body shipped home.

-And she's going to be really disappointed, isn't she?

-What is his problem?

-I saw him.

I saw Horton.

He's alive.

-[chuckles]

No, Horton is dead.

You killed him yourself, remember?

I was there.

-Yeah, but he looked very healthy last night.

-This is insane.

Whatever is let of James Horton is in that box.

-Oh, well, then, we should really-- we should bon voyage,

shouldn't we?

Huh?

-What in god's name are you doing?

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Hey!

Stop!

Stop!

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: It can't be!

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Take him out of here.

Let's go.

-If it wasn't for Joe, they would have nailed you.

Listen, Mac, he convinced them to drop the charges.

-I told them you were a friend of the deceased and you were

overcome with emotion.

-Yeah, nice touch.

-I don't know what's going on with you, MacLeod.

I just hope it's over.

-Not yet.

-Hey, Mac, you saw the guy's body.

-I saw somebody's body.

You find someone the right size, you put him in Horton's

clothes, and it doesn't prove that Horton is dead, does it?

-Yeah, he's down at the park right now with Elvis and JFK,

and they're listening to Jerry Garcia.

What do you think this is, some kind of huge conspiracy?

-You lied to me once before, didn't you?

Didn't you?

He's family.

You said you'd do anything for him.

-Good luck.

You're going to need it.

Listen, Mac, if Horton is alive, where is he?

OK, what's he doing?

-Maybe that's what the old man was trying to tell me.

-A murder victim?

-Yes.

He was brought in last time.

I need to know his name.

-I'm sorry, Monsieur, but there were no murder victims

last night.

-No, you must be mistaken.

There was.

-A man, about 60, white hair thinning on top.

-Oh, the one who collapsed by Notre Dame?

-Yeah, him.

-Jason Landry.

-So you saw him.

-He was identified just this morning, but

there was no murder.

Death was due to natural causes.

-No, no, no, no.

I saw the bruises, the marks.

He was strangled.

-Monsieur, I examined the body myself.

Jason Landry died of a stroke.

There were no marks of any kind.

-Can I see the body?

-I'm afraid not.

It was claimed by his granddaughter for cremation.

-Well, that's convenient.

-Did you say something?

-Yes, I did.

I'm sorry.

Look, is there an address?

I--

I, uh--

I want to pay my respects.

-Monsieur.

-Mac.

Mac?

You all right?

-Yeah.

Let's get out of here.

-Twist my arm.

Thanks.

HORTON [VOICE]: You still don't

understand, do you, MacLeod?

-I am the end of time!

-History.

[thuds]

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Kronos.

-Well, Highlander, did you really think

you would kill me?

-You're not real.

I took your head.

You can't be real.

Come on.

-Look, Mac, it's me, it's me.

-Did you see him?

-See who?

-Kronos.

-Really?

Mac?

Mac, where are you going?

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: I'm sorry for your loss.

But if you help me, maybe we can find

out what really happened.

-You're telling me you think someone killed my grandfather.

The police thought it was a stroke.

-I know what they said, but I was there.

He was murdered.

I'm sorry, but did he ever mention a

man named James Horton?

Did he ever show you this symbol?

Did he ever describe it to you, write it down anywhere?

-No.

Before he died, did he say anything?

-What kind of thing?

-What did he say?

-He said the end of the world was here, and

he said he was coming.

What was he talking about?

-You won't believe it, no one would.

-You'd be surprised what I believe.

-My grandfather was an archaeologist.

No one in the world knew more about all those

weird, ancient religions.

-Jason Landry, he wrote "The Mythology of Heroes."

-10 years ago.

He really believed everything that was in that book, all

that stuff about good and evil fighting over the fate of the

world where nobody could see it.

I know it sounds crazy.

-No.

No, it doesn't.

Go on.

-He traveled to Egypt and India and Iraq, searching

ancient texts for some hint to defeat this great evil he

thought was coming, a champion.

-You must stop him, you alone.

-He said that to you?

-Yes.

-Come with me.

REPORTER [ON TV]: The United Nations High Commission for

refugees estimates there will be an additional 8 million

refugees this year.

-I keep it on just for the noise.

I think the news is more depressing.

This was my grandfather's journal.

-[inaudible], Chaldean.

This is Persian.

-He believed the Zoroastrian myths of ancient Persia held

the truth about a cycle of evil that comes to the earth

every 1,000 years.

-Where would your grandfather have found my name, then?

-He found you.

-No, no.

Do you have any idea why my name's in your

grandfather's journal?

-This was taken in Iraq six months ago.

LANDRY [OFFSCREEN]: This is my last tour

in the ground, Landry.

You're out of money, and tonight, I'm out of here.

FOSTER [OFFSCREEN]: What the hell is that thing?

LANDRY [OFFSCREEN]: It's him, Foster.

The thousand years are up.

The demon is coming.

And the dead will rise.

FOSTER [OFFSCREEN]: You've got a vivid imagination, old man.

Come on, get what you want, and let's get

the hell out of here.

LANDRY [OFFSCREEN]: You're not the first one

to doubt me, Foster.

But it's real.

[grunts]

-You believe this?

-He did.

My grandfather was obsessed, but he wasn't crazy.

-And he thought I was the one who could defeat this thing?

-He was afraid it would kill him before he found you.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: The millennium, the dead walking,

ancient rituals, a battle between good and evil?

Mac, he must have been talking about immortals.

-Maybe.

But Horton wasn't immortal.

And it was him on the K.

-It's got to all mean something.

-Yeah, but what?

I mean, some guy falls dead in my arms, I'm fighting men that

I-- that I've already killed, and I'm up all night trying to

figure out that I'm some kind of champion who's supposed to

defend the world against--

against who knows what.

-Maybe this is all for real.

-Now don't start.

-No, I'm serious.

Look.

400 years ago, Cassandra said there was a prophecy about you

defeating a great evil, right?

She knew who you were, she knew what would happen.

Maybe this is all meant to be.

Maybe you are the chosen one.

CASSANDRA [VOICE]: 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.

-What if I don't want to be chosen?

-Well, you might not have a choice.

But I don't believe in fate or prophecies, at

least I never did.

Long ago, well, like in 1625, I'd been immortal for only

three years.

But I still didn't know what I was when I was alive.

I'd survived two hard winters with no clan, no family.

Suddenly I felt it, a feeling, more than a feeling.

It had happened once before when I first

came off the Viking.

But no one had taught me about the game.

No one had taught me about who we were.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Highlander.

Highlander.

Highlander.

It took you long enough.

What are you looking at?

Come, by the fire.

[inaudible]

from man nor spirit.

Help yourself.

-Did not know anyone lived in these parts.

-Aye.

It's a good place for a man to lose himself.

They cannot find you up here, the ones who call you demon.

-No one calls me demon.

-You've been with no home nor clan for three years now.

But that's over.

Soon he'll find you.

-Who?

-The one who will teach you what you need to know.

-Who are you talking about?

-Your kinsman, Connor MacLeod.

-Connor MacLeod's a legend.

-Oh, so you say, young Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

-How do you know my name?

-Oh, I con your name, Duncan MacLeod.

And I con your destiny.

-No man knows that.

-What we are is written in the wind long before we walk this

world, The roads we travel and where they lead us.

-You're a seer.

-I have waiting in this place for 600 years for you.

-The boat-- the boat will tell your destiny.

Ah, you're blessed and you're cursed.

When your time comes, you must be prepared to face an evil

beyond any you can imagine.

And evil is nor the color black, 'tis

the color of blood.

Every thousand years he comes.

And he must be fought.

Long ago I did my part.

But now the responsibility is yours.

-What responsibility?

I have no clan, no people, no place.

-But you have your destiny.

Raise that blade.

Strike here.

Take my head.

Taste the truth of what you are.

-Yet, I have no quarrel with you.

-Listen, my road is ending, but yours has far to go.

Take my head!

-No!

-Must you be highlander?

Practice with that sword.

Now get back here, you [inaudible].

Yes.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: The hermit took his own

head with my sword.

I had no idea what was happening.

It was my first quickening.

The old hermit told the truth.

Soon after, I met my teacher, Connor MacLeod.

But I'd know the rest of his prophecy.

I have no idea what I'm up against.

-I think it's what are we up against.

-No, according to Landry, it's coming for me.

-Yeah, well, I'm not going anywhere.

-Which is not something I'm going to argue about.

-Hey, Mac, would you leave me hanging?

It's my choice.

It's not yours.

-We don't even know what it is.

-Yeah, well, you want to find out?

I'll be right there with you.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Thanks, Richie.

[crash]

-[gasps]

[door creaking]

LANDRY [ON TV]: It's him.

Are you afraid, Foster?

We should all be afraid.

The thousand years are up.

A demon is coming.

Ouch!

[laughter]

MALE SPEAKER [ON TV]: Yes, very nice.

[whispering]

-Allison.

-[gasps]

-I always liked that chair.

[crumbling]

-Allison.

-No.

[laughing]

-No.

[laughing]

-There's no escape.

-Let me out.

[gasps]

[screams]

[chanting]

-[screams]

-Most religious have some version of the savior myth--

demons sent to destroy the earth, and a-- a champion

comes to protect it.

-That is exactly what it says in the journal.

-But millennium theory is nothing new, Richie.

Every thousand years, I hear these same stories.

I don't know, I have never seen a demon.

-A Zoroastrian demon.

-Well, then maybe you guys have another explanation for

what's been going on here.

-What's going on is that Duncan MacLeod's losing it.

-OK, we'll talk to the granddaughter.

-Yeah, maybe she can help.

-OK, bring that light over here.

-Yeah, I got it.

-Need some help over here.

-You live in the area?

-No, we just saw the smoke.

What happened?

-Arson.

Someone set fire to the building.

We're looking for a man who was seen leaving the place

late last night--

tall, dark hair, ponytail.

-Nobody we know.

-Sorry.

-Not a chance, Joe.

-He, Richie, come on.

I know how you feel.

-Give me a break.

Mac was not involved in this.

You know it.

-[sighs]

-Easy.

All right, it's all clear in here.

You got it?

-Who's that?

-She was, uh, Allison Landry.

-Thanks.

MALE SPEAKER [VOICE]: Poor, poor Allison.

ALLISON [OFFSCREEN]: Had a hard day?

Join me.

-Allison, what are you doing here?

-Isn't it obvious?

[phone ringing]

-Uh, MacLeod.

ALLISON [ON PHONE]: [snickers]

-Hello?

ALLISON [ON PHONE]: It's me, Allison.

I'm dead.

Now you see me, now you don't.

-Guess who.

[crashing]

-I'm sorry, I--

-Is that any way to treat a lady?

Don't you think I'm pretty?

-What do you want from me?

-Nice pecks.

Are you going to kill me again?

Why'd you burn my apartment?

-I didn't.

-Don't you remember?

You came over and you wanted all my grandfather's books and

papers, and I wouldn't give them to you.

So you burned the place down.

-It didn't happen.

-Police think it did.

-But it didn't happen.

-Go on, take it.

But afterwards, you have to make love to me.

Don't you want to save the world, MacLeod?

Or maybe you'd just rather save yourself.

Or maybe--

-I'm not real at all.

-This never happened?

None of this was real.

Compulsion.

I'm losing it.

-So you agree with Joe?

You think MacLeod's crazy?

-I think he's hallucinating, Richie.

He's seeing people that he's killed.

Who knows what else he's doing.

-He did not set that fire.

What if he's not seeing things?

What if all this stuff is for real?

-So there are demons running around?

And there are dead people walking?

-You're walking.

How many times have you been killed?

-Richie, it's not the same thing, and you know it.

-No, no, no, no.

I don't know it.

Nobody knows the reason that immortals exist.

And maybe this is it.

Maybe we're here so that one of us can fight this thing.

-Yeah, it's been going on for thousands of years, and no one

has ever heard of it, not watchers, not immortals.

-Basically, yeah.

Oh, forget it.

I'll see you guys.

-Blind loyalty, very common in the young.

-Yeah.

I guess that's why we both feel like rats.

-I didn't want this.

I never asked for it.

I'm done with it.

So where are the men in the white coats?

-We think you're in trouble, Mac.

-Trouble?

You think I'm in trouble?

-Mac, you need help.

You can't do this alone.

-I'm not insane.

I saw them--

Horton, Kronos.

I heard them.

I don't know what they were, but they were real.

-And you think they were demons?

-Yeah-- uh--

-Joe?

Horton?

Come back!

Stop!

Stop!

-Please, let us help you, Mac.

-Look, I've been reading about this, thinking about it.

Look at the state of the world--

war, famine, chaos.

There has to be something to this prophecy.

-And?

-I don't know.

Look, if this is all in my mind, if I am crazy,

then it's too late.

If not, then there's nothing you can do.

[phone ringing]

-Hello.

-Mac, it's me.

Look, I saw him.

I saw Horton.

He's got Joe.

-That's impossible.

-No, look, I know what I saw.

I think they headed into the old race track.

-No, Richie, do nothing, nothing.

Get back here.

-Sorry, Mac.

-Richie?

Richie, you don't know what you're facing.

Keep him on the line.

He's going to the old race track.

-Richie?

Richie?

-Joe?

[footsteps]

-Richie.

Are you all right?

Richie, it's me.

-[laughs]

I know.

-You.

-You?

Me?

Me, you.

Is that how you see me?

You don't even understand your place in any of this, do you?

[grunts]

-What's the matter?

You don't want to hurt your little buddy?

Some champion.

[grunts]

-What the hell are you?

-I'm your friend.

I am not your friend.

I'm the man you can't kill.

[grunts]

-Everyone can die, in one way or another.

[laughter]

[grunts]

[grunts]

-Joe?

-What the hell are you?

-I am set--

I am every man.

I am everything your people call demons and devils.

I am anger.

I am the dark.

I bring chaos and fear, doubt and anarchy.

I existed before time began.

And I will exist when time has ended.

For you, all that matters is that you cannot stop me.

[chanting]

[shouting]

[shouting]

[shouting]

-Richie?

[laughter]

[laughter]

[laughter]

-Come on.

-Take it.

[music playing]

-[mumbling]

[gasping]

-[crying]

THEME SONG: 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.

Send me to the future of your world.