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03 Highlander III The Final Dimension.
Action 1994 English

From the dawn of time we came,

moving silently among you

down through the centuries.

Immortals.

I'm Connor McLeod of the clan McLeod,

the Highlander.

After the death of my friend Ramirez,

and my beloved wife Heather,

I left my home in the Highlands of Scotland

and began to wander the world
searching for answers.

Finally, I came to Japan,
to the mountains of Niri,

and the cave of the sorcerer Nakano.

Great danger lies ahead, Highlander.

From a faraway land comes another.

The most feared and evil among us.

He keeps growing stronger everyday,

feeding on the power of other Immortals.

Soon, there will be none left
who can stop him.

If he wins,
the world will suffer eternal damnation.

Who is he?

His name is Kane.

The mountain of Niri, where is it?

[in Japanese] What for?

[in Japanese] Answer me!
Where is the mountain of Niri?

[in Japanese] Do you seek
the power of the sorcerer Nakano?

Maybe the old man still can't hear me.

Burn it down!

- How do I kill him?
- With a heart, soul and steel.

- I've heard that before.
- I know. Ramirez.

Like him, I've lived many lifetimes.

And like him, my gift to you
is my knowledge.

The knowledge does not come easy,
Highlander.

Nothing is what it seems, Highlander.

First, you must be aware
and respect the power of illusion.

You have already lost.

Fight with your spirit,
and the sword will follow.

Well done, Highlander.
The sword wields the spirit of its master.

It can be the gate to
either heaven or hell.

Just strike at my head
and you will take all my knowledge.

I will not.

Not even for the power of illusion?

Not even.

- Where to now, Kane?
- There.

Oh, yes.

This is the place.

- You have to go, now.
- What?

Trust me. You must leave.

Nakano...

- You have a long journey ahead of you.
- Why do I have to go?

This is not your time, Highlander.

Remember, they're both mine.

Now, go!

I won't forget you.

Nakano! So good to see you again.

The pleasure is always mine.

Actually, the pleasure's all mine!

Where is the Highlander, huh?

You age badly, you old goat.

I think this is the Highlander!

There can be only one!

- Always in the way, old man, huh?
- More than you know.

When I tell you to go, just go!

Go after the Highlander. Now!

So...

Your magic has improved, wizard.
Why don't you give it to me?

I didn't give it you 200 years ago.
I'm not about to now!

Yes, but if I cut off your head,
I get your magic anyway.

So, we could do this the easy way,

or we could do this the hard way.

My head doesn't come off that easy.

No. But it does come off, nonetheless.

You betrayed yourself, old man.

There can be only one.

Yes, only one!

But it will not be you!

[in Japanese] Hello, Alex. Good to see you.

[in Japanese] Hello, Takamura. How are you?

[in Japanese] Fine, thank you.

The archaeological commission is waiting.

The owner of the corporation
is threatening to shut us down,

so he can continue his foundations.

They can't stop the excavation now.

Alex-San, the Japanese government
has enormous respect

for such a famous archaeologist as yourself,
but this is a delicate situation.

Well, from what you sent me
to authenticate, definitely 16th century.

But check the grid points.

Do you realize this spot is less
than a mile from the centre of Niri?

What are you suggesting?
The cave of the sorcerer Nakano?

- Alex-San, Nakano is a legend.
- Oh, which reminds me...

So's Babe Ruth. Based on fact.

Domo Arigato.
Oh, Alex. The commission.

Highlander's out there somewhere.

And he owes me for all those years.

Find him!

Nothing more! Just find him.

Where are we? What's happening?

Nothing really left for you
to worry about, my friend.

- There can be only one!
- Kane!

- Dad, is it okay?
- Yeah.

I didn't think there could be
lightning without clouds.

Let's go.

How can this be happening?

They were all dead,
and the prize was mine.

So who is out there?

And where is he?

If anything happens to me,
I want you to look after John.

What are you talking about?

I have to leave, Jack.
Everything is taken care of.

Does the boy know
you're not his real father?

Oh, yeah! He knew he was adopted
before he could spell it.

I hope whatever's taking you
is worth what you're leaving.

I hope so too.
But I don't have a choice.

I know he's alive.
And I have to find him.

Going back to New York
to the place of the gathering

is not what I had in mind.

Once again, my life was about to change.

What are they doing?
I thought we got clearance last night.

You won't believe this, Alex-San.
Someone broke into the dig.

Oh, shit.

- So what did they take?
- We don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

I couldn't pass the police line.
They found two bodies.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

So this must be the inner chamber.

But how did they know it was here?

Look at this! What, 1500s?

Remarkable copy.

- Alex!
- I just want a sample.

- Why?
- I don't think it's a copy.

John?

John.

Hey. I'm not going to be away long.

- Well, you better call me.
- Hey! You better call me.

You take care of the place.
You're in charge now.

Come here. I love you, John. 00:26:48,492... >
00:26:51,519 Hey, pendejo. What are you doing here alone?

Yeah, that's a cold thing, my man.

- Pretty late for a walk, hey, mother fucker?
- Little boy lost his way.

Hey, fuck head!

- I'm talking to you.
- Nice blade.

- Gang beating!
- Malloy! Get in here.

- Clear the way!
- Come on, move!

Severe trauma. Internal bleeding,
two gunshot wounds, 38 calibre.

Vital signs? Stable. Lucky guy.

- Notify the police?
- Of course.

What the fuck are you talking about?
These aren't bullet wounds!

- Impossible!
- Stop wasting my time!

- This guy was shot!
- This stuff you should deal with it.

Doctor!

Malloy!

Restrain him!

- Grab hold of him!
- Let me go!

Get me a sedative!

Let me go! You don't understand!
Let me go!

- Take him up to ward 7 right away.
- Ward 7?

You got a problem with that?
This guy's a lunatic!

Well...

It's definitely not a fake.

It doesn't make any sense.

Alex-San, how do you explain this?

- Where'd you find it?
- In the chamber.

It's old, maybe 300, 400 years.

But look at the pattern, the weave.
Certainly not Japanese.

- Looks like some sort of tartan.
- Scotland? That's a long way from Japan.

Especially 400 years ago.

Waterloo, my greatest battle.
If only I'd used my left flank before dawn.

Wellington, you swine!
You are better prepared than me.

- Me, the great emperor Napoleon.
- Keep it down!

Who are you?

Martin. Remember? Your favourite soldier.

- Martin?
- Yeah.

- Is it you?
- Yeah.

My God, what are you doing here?

I had to warn you. You're in great danger.

- I know. It's not safe here.
- Please help me.

Oh, great one!

My mission is not over yet.

What mission?

Wellington. Remember?

I have to kill him.

Nephew, make him suffer.

- Hey, how do I get out of here?
- Leave it to me.

Soldiers, I'm proud of you!

Finally the time has come,
and the time is now!

Shut up!

Highlander!

I am your shadow!

- Where is Kane?
- Don't worry about Kane.

Worry about me.

You've already lost.

There can be only one.

So what do you got, Vorisek?

We got a body here,
and we got a head over there.

Now, I suspect foul play.

Maybe you should have taken over
for Carson, you're so funny, huh?

Look, Lieutenant. We got a guy in a
Halloween costume gets his head sliced off.

- It's not your usual humdrum assassination now.
- Where's the sword?

How'd you know about that?
I was saving that as a surprise.

I remember things.
You, you forget, but I remember.

Hey, Lieutenant. You know,
we checked for prints already.

Wasted your time. You won't find nothing.

Somebody broke out of the psycho ward,
came down here and did this hell of a mess.

- Russell Nash.
- You see? He's a genius.

Yeah? So you know the victim?

I know the killer.

Mr Nash? Lieutenant John Stenn, NYPD.

- What do you want?
- Eight years ago, you got away with it.

But I'm not Detective Bedsoe. I'm going
to nail you, Nash. That's a promise.

Have a good night, Lieutenant.

- Sorry, Charlie. Twenty bucks in my hand.
- Twenty in mine.

- All right.
- You see?

Yo, yo, the brother, the brother.

My brother! Come on in,
come on in, come on in.

Tell you what, you find the red card, I'll
give you $20 right now, man. Easy as that.

You do my magic. Boom. You're on.

- Mother fucker, I never seen that shit before.
- Hey, yo, how'd he do that?

Hey, yo! Yo, gimme back my money!

My glasses! Fuck it, man.

You keep the money, all right?

Welcome back, McLeod.

Get back in the car immediately, please!
My son...

I have with me American archaeologist,
Dr. Alex Johnson,

who's from the New York Museum
of Ancient History.

Dr. Johnson, what can you tell us about
the discovery, and why is it so exciting?

Well, the artefacts are clearly exceptional, but
only after a much more detailed analysis...

- Sarah!
- Will we be able to speculate as to the identities...

Do I know you?

- No.
- No?

I thought not.

So, what are you doing here?

Well, I may be mistaken, but I had the feeling
that this was the house of Mr. DeFernet.

Well, you're obviously not mistaken.

Connor McLeod. I see you've met
my rather spirited niece, Sarah.

- She's come here from England.
- It seems I'm in need of taming.

Pleasant challenge... I would imagine.

I invited him for the weekend
to join us at the card table.

- So you're a gambler, Mr. McLeod?
- On occasion.

So am I. On occasion.

- Any chance of a preview?
- Not at this point,

but some of the more unusual objects
will be lent to our existing exhibition.

However, is it not possible
to be stepping on the site

of the legendary lost cave of the
great Japanese sorcerer Nakano?

As I've said you before, any speculation
at this point would be a little premature.

Well, is it not true, Dr. Johnson, that
supported by your own controversial studies,

that legends can be used to
identify archaeological sites?

It is true that we have seen parallels
between missing sites before.

But what about the inscriptions?

Do they offer clues or is this just
some sort of cave-robbing graffiti?

It's probably just some ancient taggers.

Taggers! Well, Ms. Johnson,
so no idea what it means?

I know what it means.

Cyrillic alphabet, early Russian.

"Tolkah Adeen".
There can be only one.

- Only one what?
- Alex-San.

- Hmm?
- Another fax from Tommy.

"A little something to read on the flight
home. I thought this might interest you."

Well, that's it for me.
I'm off to New York tonight.

Better document that last crate.

The man wants vinyl
when he can have the real thing?

I don't think so.

Come on.

Why don't you come here a little bit
and make yourself comfortable?

You nice, big boy.

Come on, you little devil.

Silent type, huh?
It fine by me, baby.

But I'm telling you, no glove...

no love.

What are you waiting for, honey?

Come on, baby.

So after three days, this better be good.

Well, it wasn't easy, but I finally
determined the cause of death.

All right, now that we've had
our little joke, what else you got?

Nothing. Besides having his head cut off,
he's in perfect health.

No broken bones, no cavities,
no organ deterioration.

Like a newborn baby.

- Find out who he is?
- He's nobody.

No prints, no dental, no nothing.

It's like he never existed.
So what do you really think, Howard?

I think you better not smoke in here,
Lieutenant.

What's this guy doing in New York City?

- What's he doing on the planet?
- Thanks, Howard!

McLeod's. But I checked it.
Same pattern, didn't match up.

Apparently, this alteration in the colour

denotes a branch of the clan
that broke away in, I think, 1536.

Here. Some incident occurred that year
involving a Connor McLeod,

who was driven from his home,

accused of wielding powers
thought to have been unnatural.

So in defiance, the father altered this
insignia to honour the son's lineage,

but there's been no record
of this branch ever since.

Except for a piece of cloth.

Which could now place one of them
in a Japanese cave a few years later.

Yeah, but what would a Scot be doing there?

What if he was one of these Gaelic mystics?

I mean, Nakano's initiates were said
to have been great sorcerers, right?

- Yeah.
- None of the legends refer to where they came from.

Interesting theory, but,
Alex, no records, no proof.

Once a year, the McLeod's meet
at Dunvegan Castle, Isle of Skye.

According to the registrar,
this entry was made in 1986,

some antique dealer claiming to be a direct
descendant of this particular branch.

- So where's this guy from?
- New York.

They faxed me his address.

What? You're going to harass
some poor guy about his ancestors?

- He's going to think you're crazy.
- Perhaps.

Then again, at this point...

it may be my only link to Nakano.

- Well, I'm off.
- Good night, Tommy.

- I'll tell security you're working late again.
- Thanks.

- What do you call this place?
- Excuse me?

This place, here. What do you call it?

- A museum, but we're closed.
- Museum.

Ah, no, please. I'm your biggest fan.
You see, I saw you on television.

I'm a bit of a historian myself really.

This looks familiar.

Isn't it amazing how the present
just can't seem to escape the past?

- Can I help you with something?
- No, no, no. I'm just...

Just doing a little research.

Look at this cave. Little small, eh?

And what does your museum call it?

- A model.
- A model.

And you?

A vision of a past reality, I suppose.

Oh, reality. No, not reality.
Reality is so boring. I much prefer...

illusion or fantasy,

a little hocus pocus and maybe a little...

Maybe a little bit of...

hanky-panky, huh?

Connor McLeod.

Don't worry, my prissy, I'll find him.

I'm going to find him.

Burn it down.

I'm outside the Japanese
Spiritual Centre in Queens.

- Good to have you back, Nash.
- Good to see you, Charlie.

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

I wish we could go on like this
for a thousand years.

What do you wish?

McLeod?

That he had better timing.

What do you want, Pierre?

I have bad news. They need you in Paris.

- Why now?
- The revolution has started.

You must leave the girl.

Come now, my friend.
If not for you, then do it for her.

You're not coming back, are you?

You have to get back to England.
It won't be safe here.

No one is safe now.

Connor, take this.

- Russell Nash?
- Excuse me?

- Sorry. Are you Russell Nash?
- What if I am?

I'm looking for, I guess, the previous
owner of your shop, a Connor McLeod.

You wouldn't happen to know
where I could find him, would you?

Did you follow me?

- Yes, but...
- I haven't seen him in eight years.

Do you know if he's still in the area?

I wish I could help you, Miss Johnson.

How do you know my name?

Well, your discovery in Japan
has made you famous.

You're obviously...

interested in Japan yourself, Mr. Nash.

Strange food, good cars, tough deals.

Listen, it's getting late.
Good night, Miss Johnson.

Look, Mr. Nash, I don't mean to bother you,

but you're my only link
to this Connor McLeod.

Try the phone book.

There's plenty of McLeod's in New York.

Well, thanks, but I'm only looking for one.

So am I.

400 years is a long time to hate.

And you never wrote.

But hate feeds you.
It focuses the mind.

Keeps you warm. Gives you hope.

Eh, McLeod?

Don't worry about the girl.
She's not really my type.

A little too... pale.

Then again, this being the 90s,
I could make an exception, huh?

After all, I've got so
much catching up to do.

This is a Buddhist shrine, Kane,
and we can't fight on holy ground.

Oh, well. I guess I'll
be the judge of that.

Nothing!

There can be only...

one!

After 400 years, patience is a virtue.

Jesus Christ! I'm going in!

Listen! Whatever you saw, you saw nothing.

You don't know what you're getting
yourself into. Stay away!

Freeze! Police!

One more thing I think
you should know about.

There was a woman.
Worked with us once in a while.

Brenda. Brenda Wyatt.

- What about her?
- Well, she was fascinated by...

the murders, the swords, the whole thing.

Lieutenant, it's what, 5:00 in the morning?

Look! They scraped her off a highway
in Scotland seven years ago.

She was killed instantly,
but he walked away

without a scratch.

Sad for him.

So, are you sure you didn't see anything?

- Miss Johnson!
- Sorry. No.

Russell Nash is a dangerous man.

Now, I suggest you stay away from him.

That's exactly what he said.

Please, my friend. For the revolution.

McLeod! Visitor!

Calm down, McLeod. If you die,
we lose a great warrior against evil.

I'm here to take your place.

Go home and sleep it off. Come on.

I'm tired of this eternal life.

Death would release me from my pain.

- Come on. Pierre, go home.
- I'm not going anywhere.

It's time, Mr. McLeod.

When he wakes up, throw him out.

God be with you.

For treason against the King of France,

Connor McLeod.

Connor! Connor! Connor!

Sarah.

Yes?

Well, it was a very interesting
evening last night,

but I didn't exactly have time
to check the phone book,

Mr. McLeod.

You want to come in?

Come in.

I'll fix you a drink.
Make yourself comfortable.

Thanks.

You've got quite a collection.

- Hello?
- Mr. McLeod?

This is Janet at Super Travel.

I'm calling to confirm your reservation
on the Newark-Glasgow flight.

Your ticket is prepaid
and waiting at the counter.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

Bye.

Lot of Connors in the family.

Her name was Sarah.

Ah, Papa.

Look, I don't know
what was going on last night,

but I think it's got something
to do with what I'm working on.

We found a piece of tartan
in the cave that was traced to

an undocumented branch
of the McLeod's,

of which you are apparently
the only member on record.

That cave was sealed 400 years ago.

Have you ever heard of the legend
of the sorcerer Nakano?

Don't you ever think about
anything else but business?

Do you have something better to offer?

- It seems I'm in need of taming.
- Pleasant challenge... I would imagine.

Well, I'm sure you'll let me know
if something comes to mind, huh?

What's this? Looks familiar?

Death to the McLeod's!

My bonny Heather,
my first wife, my first love.

I came back here because
this is where it all started.

And I need some strength.

The last 400 years have been...

good to you, McLeod.

Oops-a-daisy.

Hi. Leave a message. I'll call you back.

Hi, it's me, John. I miss you.

When are you coming home?

You said you were going to call me,
remember?

Well, in case you forgot,
it's Marrakesh 1442.

Love you, Daddy. Bye.

Daddy.

Daddy.

Hey, McLeod.

I thought you'd find me.

Why did you come?

Nakano.

[Loreena McKennitt Bonny Portmore]

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.

'Til the long boats from Antrim.

Came to float it away.

Oh 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.

All the Lords in Old England.

Would not purchase Portmore.

All the birds in the forest.

They bitterly weep.

Saying, "Where shall we shelter?"

"Where shall 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.

You seem like you belong here.

Maybe I used to.

But that was a long time ago.

You spend a lot of time alone.

I'm used to it.

Nobody is.

You don't let people in, do you?

I can't.

- It hurts to love and...
- And see them die?

Like the woman in the painting.

Yes. I loved her very much.

I know who you are.

You're Connor McLeod.

Born into the clan McLeod, in Glenfinnan,
on the shores of Loch Shiel.

You were driven from your home in 1536.

- And I cannot die.
- And have wandered the world ever since.

- Mr. McLeod?
- Yeah?

There's a Jack Donovan
on the phone returning your call.

I'll be right back.

- Jack.
- What the hell are you doing in Scotland?

- What do you mean?
- John's on the flight from Marrakesh.

He gets into Newark
tomorrow afternoon as planned.

- What are you saying, Jack?
- Is something wrong with your memory?

I've just dropped him at the airport.

- Is there a problem?
- No problem, Jack. I'll pick him up.

Bye, Jack. Thanks.

Passport, please.

- You're travelling alone?
- Yeah, but my dad's picking me up.

- Welcome to the United States, Mr. McLeod.
- Thanks.

- Yeah.
- What?

- They got Nash.
- Where?

All right, we'll be right there.

Northwest Airlines, flight 489.
Just landed in Newark.

Come on, move! Let's go!

I know he's here somewhere.
I can feel him.

Excuse me.

- Excuse me.
- Did you see that?

Next.

- Dad!
- John.

- Freeze!
- Let me go!

John!

- Where's the Porsche?
- The Porsche? Get in the car.

Little punk.

Who are you?

I'm a friend of your daddy's.

- He's got my son.
- What son, Nash?

There's nothing in your file about a son.

- You're a liar, Nash!
- You're a fuckin' liar!

Nash, what son?

Please, stop the car! Please!
Let me out of here!

"Let me out of here. Please, stop the car."

Stop, please! Look at the plane!
There's a plane!

I ain't missin' my plane!

You take the wheel! Watch out!

Give it back Oh, mother!

- Okay, guys, I'll take it from here.
- Okay. Good luck, Lieutenant.

So, Nash, talk to me.
We've got plenty of time.

- Help, it's a truck!
- There's a truck! Stop!

Fucking bullshit! Without a confession,
we got nothing on this guy.

So if we can't charge him,
he's going to have to release him.

Pretty stuffy, eh?
Need a little ventilation, eh?

Oops. There goes!

Now, first rule of safety.
Keep your eye on the road!

What's that? It's a wall!

Okay, Nash, you're free to go, for now.

- Oh, yeah, one more thing.
- What?

One day you'll make a mistake,
and when you do, I'll nail you.

- I've heard that before.
- Let the fucker go.

Your daddy can't save you now, eh?

McLeod or Highlander.
Whatever you're going by these days.

- It's your boy.
- Dad!

I hope I wasn't too hard on him.

I'm at the old mission,
Route 1, Jersey City.

Do come.

Dad!

The importance of teaching
young people family values.

- Smoke?
- Don't touch him.

- Little punk.
- Come here, John.

Go see your father.

Disappearance in the family.

It's funny, you know. I thought
Immortals couldn't have children.

But it seems that while
I'm the master of illusion,

you are turning out to be
the master of deception, Highlander.

How did you do it? How did you convince
all those lovely women of yours

that they were the ones
that couldn't bear children?

When all the while it was you
and your little immortal pecker

that really didn't do the pecking.

Oh, I know.
You must've been very disappointed.

All those nice years thinking
you were the only one left.

But, you see, the prize was never yours.

And now, it never will be. Amen.

Nice little speech, Kane,
but it's not gonna save your head.

Where's John?

Well, come with me.
Come. Where's Johnny?

Here's Johnny.

McLeod?

- What are you doing here?
- I followed you.

I just thought I could help.

Oh, shit!

Come on.

Ooh, McLeod. You're such a lady-killer.

I can't kill an unarmed man.

Take it.

But then again, life isn't fair, is it?

Come here!

I'll see you... in hell.

I'll be the judge of that.

There can be only one.

Dad?

Dad?

John.

Oh, John.

Will you do somethin' for me, Connor?
In the years to come,

will you light a candle
and remember me on my birthday?

Aye, love. I will.

There's a fresh breeze
blowing off the loch.

The glen is snowy and cold.

It's the most glorious sight on Earth.

I've found no place to
match it in 400 years.

I'm back now. With a woman I love
and a son I've taken as my own.

I'm at peace.

It's finally over.