All language subtitles for Highlander s03e04 The Cross Of St Antoine.eng

He is immortal.

Born in the Highlands
of Scotland, 400 years ago.

He is not alone.
There are others like him.

Some good,
some evil.

For centuries, he has battled
the forces of darkness...

with holy ground
his only refuge.

He cannot die unless you take
his head and with it, his power.

In the end,
there can be only one.

He is 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

Now you know why it's been
300 years between day jobs.

I thought being head of security
for a rock star would be right up your alley.

It makes me wanna gag.

Maybe some Chicago blues
would be more to your liking.

Hey, Joe.
Hey, Mac.

Great to see you.
Great to see you.

You seem in a good mood.
Well, what's to be unhappy about?

And who is this
lovely lady?

Uh, Joe, I want you
to meet Amanda.

Amanda, Joe Dawson.

The Amanda?

I've heard an awful lot
about you. I'll bet you have.

I hear
you're one of those guys who likes to watch.

It's, uh, clinical.

Oh.
For history. We don't get involved.

Mm. Well, tell me, um,

do you watch us do...
everything?

Only the things
I can't get arrested for.

I like this guy.

Hey, nice to see you.
Nice to see you.

So when are you coming
back down to earth?

You wanna tell me
what's goin' on? Can't you tell?

The man's obviously
in love. Really?

With an art historian.
Her name is Lauren. I met her at the library.

You know, it's funny.
You get to a point in your life...

where you feel that
you missed the train.

And then boom--
lighting strikes.

But I gotta go.
Wait a minute. When are we gonna meet her?

Not tonight. She's working late.
She's doing some research at the Thorne estate.

So I'm gonna meet her
at her place.

And anything you guys want,
it's on the house.

So, that's a Watcher.
What do you think?

I think he's kinda cute.

Really?

Lauren.

Lauren.

Lauren.

Lauren!

Lauren!

No!

Lauren!

Lauren!

Love is just a gamble

It's best you know that
'for you start

You think you gonna
beat the dealer

Poor boy, but
ain't nobody can

You can fret
and you can worry

You can sit right down
and cry

You can sit right down
and cry

You can search
the round world over

Never know the reason why

I can't imagine
what it's like for him.

We can be in love
a hundred times.

Maybe.
At least we have a chance.

Here you go.

Why, MacLeod?
I don't get it.

Sometimes
there's no sense, Joe.

Things happen.
No reason.

The police said she probably
surprised a burglar.

That's a load of crap!
He was wearing a $2,000 suit.

I didn't even get a look
at the bastard's face.

You did what you could.
Yeah, well, that was not enough!

Do you know
what that feels like? Yes.

Do you?
Yes, I do.

Well, then
do something for me.

Whatever you need.

You help me find
this son of a bitch.

-You saw her?
- Well, it's like I told the police.

She was here all day,
and she was practically the last one to leave.

And there was
nobody with her? She seemed to be alone.

Sheseemedto be?
What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You're sure there was
nobody around her,

maybe somebody
following her?

Sir, Mr. Thorne's
security system is state of the art.

Monitors cover every inch
of the display area.

If there was
something going on, we would have picked it up.

I'm sorry, mister.

Thanks for your help.
Sure.

I'll get Amanda.
We'll get outta here. Yeah.

Amanda.
Come here.

Do you have any idea
what this is worth?

You've gone straight,
remember?

I was just looking.
Besides, did you see these wall lasers?

This guy Thorne
wants to keep his stuff right where it is.

Yeah, but that doesn't
concern you, does it?

Let's get Joe
and get out of here.

MacLeod.

MacLeod?

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost,

I baptize you in the name
of Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen.

My dear,
Timothy James Rayfield.

Father.
Now he's blessed.

Thank you.

A beautiful day
on the river. Come. Gather around.

This is a holy occasion.
It is also a joyous one, to be shared by all,

out here with God's
beautiful bounty all around us.

Afternoon, folks.
What's the occasion?

-Why, a baptism.
Thought you was washin' him.

Gimme the cross, old man,
or I'm gonna put one right between your eyes!

Get back!
It's sacrilege.

You got to three
before you meet Saint Peter.

One!
Heaven help us.

- Two!

-Three!

Grab the cross!

- Easy, boy! Easy now!

Is it worth
your dyin'?

The cross.
Get the cross.

God bless you.

You don't know
what this means to these people.

I carried this all the way
from the Vatican, and to lose it now--

But you did not.
You've been shot.

It's nothing.
I've seen men die of infection for less.

No. It's okay.

There's no wound.
It's a miracle.

A miracle.
Miracle.

The cross.
The power of our Lord has healed him.

Is there anything,
anything at all we can do to repay you?

You could get
some whiskey.

I don't want
to drink it.

You should pour some
on those cuts,

stop them
from festering.

I was headed
for Fort Wolfe.

Perhaps you could point me
in the direction of a hot bath.

A little extra water there.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Nell, this pack
is from Georgia.

Oh, it's nice,
but it seems rough on the edge.

You here for me?
Just passing through.

Name's Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

John Durgan.
No clan.

I like it alone.

Are you hunting?
Just for beaver.

I'm a trader, MacLeod,
pure and simple.

Good. Then we have
no argument.

I'll be damned.

You never seen
a cross before?

I never seen one
like that.

All that gold...
wasted on a priest.

Enough to make a man
take up religion.

Who's your friend, MacLeod?

I'm telling you, MacLeod,
I'm just not cut out to work for a living.

You hungry?
Especially for some dancing brassiere...

with an ego
the size of Detroit.

And I thought
Elizabeth I was a bitch.

You ever heard
of an Immortal named Durgan?

No. Why?

A long time ago,
we argued over that piece we saw in the museum today.

The cross? Why, do you
think it has something to do with the murder?

I don't know, but I haven't
heard of him in over 100 years.

Twenty dollars?
It took me two months to trap those.

How long it took
isn't my problem, mister.

How about
I make it your problem?

How much for these?

The pants are three dollars,
and those shirts are two dollars.

Say, what about my money?

I can wait.

You have to sign
a bill of sale.

You write it.
I'll make my mark.

Oh, afternoon, Miss Welsley.
Good afternoon, Mr. Billows.

The children and I
both thank you.

Miss Welsley is our teacher.

She's collectin'
for the new school.

Thank you, sir.
It's you who should be thanked.

You know how to read
and write, don't ya?

I learned.
Personally, I never saw no need.

Readin' never
killed no beaver.

Oh, you're right about that.
Thank you.

MacLeod.

You learn
when you were a boy?

I learned
when I was about 50.

Was it hard?
At first.

Then it got easier.
Be worth your while.

Hello, Father.
Hello, my friend.

You've all done
very well today,

so class is dismissed.

I'll see you all
tomorrow.

Bye, Miss Welsley.

Hello, teacher.
Name's John Durgan.

Can I come in?

It is late, Mr. Durgan.

I-- I'm 40 years old,
and I can't read a lick.

I can't even
sign my name.

Come.

I've planned classes
for the men in the fort,

but I've been so busy
collecting money for the new school.

I think we can start
with this one.

I think we'll start
with this.

That school's
gonna have to wait.

Joe?

Morning.

You want some?

Ah, it's--
it's a little early,

even for someone
with my constitution.

How about
I buy you some breakfast?

I've, uh, already eaten.
Hmm.

Yeah. I been there.

It doesn't work
for long, you know. Mm.

Funny.

You know,
I could tell you...

what an Immortal in Spain
had for lunch...

300 years ago
next Tuesday.

But I can't find out
who killed Lauren.

There's always the police.
Nah.

Cops will never find him.

They need things like, uh,
motive, witnesses.

She wasn't robbed.
She wasn't raped.

Someone just...
opened her door and killed her.

I've lived a long time, Joe.
What goes around comes around.

You really believe
that's true?

I believe it should be.

You know those records
you keep on us?

How accurate are they really?

I'm sorry,
but Mr. Thorne doesn't see anyone,

with or without
an appointment.

As his curator, I know as much
about the Cross of St. Antoine as anyone.

For example, did you know
it was commissioned--

In Byzantium in 1091
by Emperor Alexis I...

to commemorate
the defeat of the Normans.

Are you in the trade,
Mr. MacLeod?

I was wondering
if it was for sale.

It's not.
Perhaps Mr. Thorne should tell me that.

As I told you, Mr. Thorne
doesn't see anyone.

Besides, that cross
is of tremendous personal value to him.

Old family heirloom?
I couldn't say.

I'm willing to make
a generous offer.

Mr. Thorne
is not a tradesman.

He's a collector.

He never sells.
He only buys.

That's clear enough.
Thank you.

Send my regards
to John Durgan.

- Who?
- John Durgan.

He's another collector.
I thought you and Mr. Thorne might know of him.

Never heard of him.

Would you like
some breakfast, Mr. MacLeod?

Good morning, Jonah.
No, thank you. I've a long way to ride.

Where's Father Peter?
I was hoping to say good-bye.

- He's at the river
doing a baptism. - A little early, is it not?

Your friend said he couldn't
bear to face another sunrise as a heathen.

What friend?
The trapper, Mr. Durgan.

Where on the river?
I don't know.

If you don't like oatmeal,
I've got some biscuits.

Is this more
to your liking, my son?

Just a little
farther up, by the point.

As you wish,
but all of this is God's kingdom.

Come.

Don't be nervous.
Kneel, my son.

Do you believe in God
the Father Almighty, the creator of heaven and earth?

Sure. Now, where's
the other cross?

This one will do
perfectly well.

Do you reject Satan?

- Do you have it with ya?
- Always.

I kinda had my heart
set on the other one, Father. Please.

Very well.

In the eyes of God,
my son,

it is the symbol,
not the substance, that makes it priceless.

Do you think
I could hold it?

For inspiration.

It's more than beautiful.
It has been touched by the Lord.

It is his grace you feel.

All wonders
come from heaven.

I don't think heaven will be
helpin' you today, Father.

Durgan!

The cross.

Don't try to speak.
It belongs to the Church.

Please.
Some day, I will return it.

Swear.
I swear.

I thought Durgan might be
Thorne's supplier,

but when I threw his name out,
the only thing I caught was air.

The last time
anyone saw Durgan was over 120 years ago.

Really?
And how do you know that?

I went to see Dawson.
I thought I told you to keep him out of this.

Since when
do I do everything you tell me to do?

Come on, MacLeod. Somebody
he loved has been killed.

He wants to do
something about it. You know how that feels.

MacLeod.

Yes, I'm still interested.

That's fine.

That was the curator
from the museum.

Thorne wants to meet me,
and he's sending a car.

Mr. Thorne is waiting
for you inside. Really.

It's a depiction
of the Sermon on the Mount.

Hopefully,
you appreciate that, Thorne.

- Durgan.

There is no John Durgan.

Hasn't been for years.

He died right after
he found that cross.

Murdering a priest
is an interesting way to find religion.

I didn't find religion, MacLeod.
I found art. I found beauty.

It changed my life
and made me what I am.

What exactly are you?

Wealthy, powerful,

intellectual.

I deal with the finest
scholars and artists of the age.

I studied for decades.

I speak nine languages,
including Latin and Greek.

Suit is crushed linen.
I import it myself.

America is truly
the land of opportunity,

and nothing
stands in my way.

Especially Lauren Gale.

Ah. The art historian.

She was very good.

She actually knew the history
of some of the pieces...

that were procured through
more unusual channels.

You mean stolen.

Really, MacLeod.

The Metropolitan
in New York, the Louvre in Paris.

Do you really think
they purchased those Roman and Egyptian pieces...

from the original owners
or from grave robbers?

- What makes them
any different than me? - You kill people.

I hardly kill anymore,

only the Gale woman
asked too many questions.

Everything I own
is a part of me,

especially the cross.

I sell nothing,
and nothing is ever taken from me.

How about your head?

I'm no longer
in the game,

at least until
there's only one other left.

That's easier said
than done.

Not really.

You'd be surprised
how much protection money can buy.

Now, we can live
and let live,

or you can come for me
and you can be dead when you hit my doorstep.

Then I'd be happy
to make it permanent.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm expecting a call from the governor.

He wants me to be
on his arts council.

You know, there's one thing
you're forgetting, Thorne, or Durgan.

You put a pig
in crushed linen-- even an educated one--

he's still a pig.

Don't even try, MacLeod.

You'll never even get close.

I need you to help me
break into the museum.

You want me to what?
I knew you were up to something.

For 300 years, you've been
telling me to go legit.

Now that I'm straight,
you want me to steal. You hate your job.

That's not the point.
In a good cause.

Don't you look at me
like that.

No. I'm retired.

You wouldn't ask an alcoholic
to take a drink for a good cause.

Oh, my God.
Thorne's built a wall around himself.

I can't get near him.

We take the cross.
Then he'll come to me.

And maybe
he'll take your head.

I can't do it without you.

Okay, on one condition.
Name it.

It's my show.
I'm in control, completely in charge.

Uh--
No negotiations. Take it or leave it.

I am your obedient servant.

Damn. I like
the sound of that.

Joe?

So, what can I
do for you?

You all right?
Yeah. Don't worry about me.

Sympathy for Joe Day
is over.

I'm fine.

What, you think
I'm the only person ever lost someone?

Come on.
It happens all the time. If that's how you see it.

If it's any consolation,
I found the guy.

He's one of us.
Name's Durgan.

John Durgan died
over a hundred years ago.

He didn't die.
He reinvented himself. Calls himself Thorne.

Armand Thorne...
an Immortal?

Why did he kill Lauren?

Because she found
something in his collection, something she shouldn't have.

You can't kill him
with that, Joe.

Look, I know, but I can
sure as hell slow him down until I can.

You won't get close enough
to use it.

Let me do this...
for both of us.

Oh. Thank you.

Do we really need
all this stuff?

Yeah. Tools of the trade.

I remember when all you had were
two lock picks and a crow bar. You've got a lot to learn.

The surveillance cameras
and the alarms are activated by a laser beam.

So, where do we start?
Well, let's see.

With this.
Time to tie me up.

Don't tempt me.

Practice makes perfect.
Do it again.

Again? My arms
are getting tired. Maybe you should lose some weight.

Maybe you should start
working out more, MacLeod. You're getting absolutely puny.

- You know what you can do
with this stuff? - Hey, who's the boss?

I know what I'd like
to do with you too.

What did you say?
Nothin'.

Easy does it.
I think I've got it.

I'll let you know.
Mm.

Oh. Sorry.

Again?

Come on.

What is taking you so long?
I couldn't get into the damn harness.

Why not? I taught you
exactly how to do it earlier.

What do you mean? I spent
most of my time swinging you from the dojo ceiling.

- Shut up, okay?
- What do you mean, shut up? Don't tell me to shut up.

- We've got exactly
five minutes. - Here. Come on.

Don't yell at me.
Come on.

What's wrong with you?
What do you mean, what's wrong with me?

Where's the rope?
The rope's in my hand. Where do you think it is?

Shut up.

Stop.

See that?
That's a source beam.

You step on that,
the game's over.

I'm not an idiot.

No, but
you're an amateur.

Four and a half minutes
before the guard checks this wing.

Let's take this.
No.

I'm in charge,
and I say we take this first.

No. We came
for the cross.

Now, we've got
four minutes left.

Last one.

I haven't done
the limbo in years.

That's very funny.

Hurry up.

You ready?

On the count of three.

- One, two--

You were--
Magnificent?

Magnificent.
Yes, I was. Thank you.

Yes, you were.
And, oh, you were wonderful yourself.

For an amateur.
Oh, no, no, no.

I could make a decent thief
out of you yet.

I don't think-- I thought
I told you to leave that other stuff behind.

But we had to make it
look authentic. "Authentic."

Come on, MacLeod.
You loved it. Tell me you loved it.

Fine champagne,
a beautiful evening,

a bag full
of priceless treasures.

Oh! Oh, doesn't it make
your heart just pound?

Yes. "Just pound."

Here.

Look at these.

To partners in crime.

How about
just "partners" then?

Just partners.

Guess the game's
over now, huh?

It was never a game.

It was fun
while it lasted.

And now you face him.

Yeah. Tomorrow.

Yeah.
I'm impressed, MacLeod.

I didn't know
you had it in you.

I think you know
you've made me very, very angry.

You want the cross?
Come and get it. I don't think so.

Every man has a weak point
in his defenses, MacLeod.

Beautiful things are mine.

Yours are even more fragile.

Say hello to your friend.

Kill him for me, Mac.

What do you say, MacLeod,
a fair exchange?

The cross for the mortal?
How much do you really want it?

Don't do it, MacLeod!
Fight this bastard! Shut it!

Shut it!

No. I think we'll meet
whereIsay.

Tonight.

He's got Joe.

Time to go, Mr. Dawson.
Drop dead.

You know you'll never
get away with this. You think not?

I'm a well-known man
in this town, Mr. Dawson.

I doubt you'll be believed.

It's not the police
you'll have to worry about.

You mean MacLeod.

He'll try.

Combat is for barbarians.

Civilized man protects himself.
You're not civilized, Thorne.

You are a barbarian--
in a better suit.

Let's go.
Move.

Do you think Thorne will
do what he said and trade Dawson for the stuff?

He doesn't want my head
or anyone else's.

He just wants
his things back.

So I guess
the son of a bitch wins this round, huh?

We just give it back
and walk away, right?

I said we just
give it back and walk away.

MacLeod?

What are you
thinking?

Good. Wait outside.
It's perfectly safe.

After you.

Very good.

What are you hiding from?
We're on holy ground.

Where are you, MacLeod?

I can feel you.

Thorne.

Is this what
this is about?

Tell me, is this what
you killed Lauren for?

For these-these--
thesethings!

No!

Don't bother me again,
MacLeod!

Not this time.
MacLeod.

Then who the hell's
in there?

A friend-- something
you can't buy or steal.

You're overreacting,
MacLeod.

- It's not worth dying for.
- I don't intend to.

It's finished.
Thank you.

Joseph--
No.

You did
what could be done.

There's nothing more.

See you, Joe.

Time to go.
Amanda.

You think
you feelin' lucky

Then you draw
a losing hand

Did you know
he could do that?

No.
-You think you flush and lucky

You know, it's funny.

The man knows more about me
than anyone else alive, -Then you draw a losing hand

yet I hardly know
anything about him.

You think you gonna
beat the dealer

Poor boy, but
ain't nobody can -God, to sing like that.

He must have had
a hell of a life.

Probably.

Wanna ask him about it?

You can fret
and you can worry -No.

When he's ready,
he'll tell me.

You can sit right down
and cry

You can sit right down
and cry

You can search
the round world over

Never know the reason why

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

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