All language subtitles for Highlander s03e14 Song Of The Executioner.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

Bravo, bravo!

Duncan, I was afraid you
wouldn't get my letter on time.

I almost didn't.
Why didn't you call?

Oh, of course.
No telephones.

I want you to meet Anne Lindsey.
Anne, meet a man who doesn't believe in the 20th century.

Oh, I believe in it. I just
haven't quite arrived yet.

Oh, there's no hurry.
The singing was incredible. Oh, well, we try.

If it brought some happiness,
then it wasn't wasted.

So what made you decide
to join the 20th century?

Well, apparently,
it decided to join us.

There was this record promoter.
He heard of our little choir...

and he kept writing to me
saying it would be a sin...

not to share those voices
with the rest of the world.

So here we are
at Vanderbilt Hall. Well, he was right.

And we've never been
a wealthy order,

so to be frank,
we needed the support.

Well, you know
you could have asked. No, no, no, no.

We have a recording contract
so just order plenty of records for your friends.

C.D.s, Paul.
They're called C.D.s now.

If tonight was any indication,
you're gonna be a major success. Not too big, I hope.

Getting out
once a century is quite enough.

You know, I actually
flew on a jet plane.

And this movie
they played, it was--

Well, entertainment certainly
isn't what it used to be.

Well, come over and
we can discuss the decline of Western morality.

Oh, no.
Not the morality. The dialogue, it was atrocious.

Anyway, I have to go see
that the brothers are settled.

But, uh, later on
if it's not too much trouble.

You know it's not.

God bless.

Who's there?

Duncan? Duncan?

You disappoint me, Paul.

You were a quarter tone flat.

My Lord.

Kalas.

What's happened to your voice?

Where have you been?

How did you know I was here?

Vanderbilt Hall is mine.

Who do you think
brought you?

I've waited
so very long for this.

You will allow me to pray.

Oh, be my guest.

While you're at it,
say one for MacLeod.

Next time you get sick,
do it in someone else's E.R. You are the worst patient.

Blame it on my doctor.

Well, your doctor says
get some rest so you can get your butt back to work.

Or what, you'll fire me?
In a minute.

The place will
fall apart without me. Listen.

Karen's coming in
to work for you tomorrow. You get some rest...

until you feel better, okay?
Yes, ma'am.

I'll check in
with you tomorrow. Okay. Bye.

How's Marcia?
Oh, she's a workhorse.

She'll be fine when she gets
some rest. Come here.

That was for tonight.

Thank you so much. I don't
think I've ever heard such beautiful singing in my life.

And you know what?
I don't think I've ever met a monk before either.

Well, Paul's one of a kind.

Something wrong?

Well, it's just that
he should be here by now.

I hope he hasn't got lost.

Oh, I'm sure that
he's just settling in the rest of the choir.

You know, I'm having a very
difficult time picturing you two as being friends.

Really?
You just don't strike me as the celibate type.

You'd be surprised.

See to our guest, Timon.

Man or beast,
it's no night to be kept waiting outside.

I am Paul,
founder of our order. And this is Brother Timon.

How can we serve you?
I was told that I'd be welcome here.

I am Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

A Highlander no less.
You've come far to find us.

Not through Italy
and across Europe.

It seems half
the world is at war.

And the other half
is after your head.

I know the outside world.

That's why I made this place
a refuge for our kind.

You're welcome
to stay here.

I was to meet a friend here,
Peter Hale.

Brother Hale left us
weeks ago. He was here.

I believe he told Brother Kalas
he was on his way to England.

Come.

Let me take your coat.

I can see you're attached to it.

- It stays by my hand.
-It is a world of blood and tears.

But this is holy ground,
a place to fear no one.

And is that not
why you've come to us?

Do not worry.
We haven't lost one...

yet.

Come.

Peter told me of this place.
But I did not believe him.

Oh, believe it.

Remain with us
as long as you have need.

Are there more of us here?

A few like yourself amongst us
that need solitude and peace,

a place to heal the spirit.

Yeah.
I'm a little weary.

We carry a heavy burden,
and we all need a refuge from time to time...

from another Immortal
or from ourselves.

That is Brother Kalas.
I'm afraid warmth is not his greatest quality.

He has been with me
since the beginning. I was his teacher.

His voice.
I've not heard the like.

He lives to sing.
It's his glory. It's-It's God's glory.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I must join them.

Brother Timon
will show you the way.

Come. You need dry
clothes and a hot fire.

What's it like
being a monk?

I would not know.
I am just a lay brother, a visitor here,

like you.
Like me?

You find that
hard to believe?

Out there,
I forgot who I was,

what I was living for.

Life was one long battle.

Does that sound familiar?
Perhaps.

I sense that
you are still battling.

That will pass in time.

After you've eaten,
you can join Paul and the others.

I think not.

You do not sing?

Only over a keg of ale.

I do not have the gift.
They sound more like birds than men.

So do I, like a sick crow,
or so Brother Paul tells me.

There are other ways
to pass the time.

Well, that looks interesting.

It's a play
by an Englishman, William Shakespeare.

You know of him?
Of course. Who doesn't?

- It isMacbeth.
-Macbeth.

Aye. I've been meaning
to read that. Is it any good? It's fascinating.

- A ghost story.
-Aye, it's a good book.

I thank you,
but I probably do not have the time.

You cannot read.

Of course I can read.

A little Latin
and some Italian.

But not English.

I make out a word
here and there.

Then I'll help you.

I do not mind.

Well, I don't know
about you,

but I can only pray
so many hours a day.

Find me
when you are ready.

"Macbeth: A Scottish Story."

Might not be
too bad at that.

Well, call me
if he shows up.

Can I talk to you
for a second?

A little bright
in here for you, is it?

My buddy Larry, the guy who
races bikes in the pro circuit, he was in town this weekend.

We took a spin around
a local flat track. I was with him to the finish.

-Great.
-So anyway, he wants to place me on his team for a race.

The only thing is
it's tomorrow and, uh, it's in Miami.

Flat track?
Yeah.

- Sure you're ready for it?
- Larry seems to think so.

Mac, this is the big show.

I know it's short notice,
but it's just a couple of days. Come on, what do you say?

Yeah, have a great time.

- What's up, Mac?
- Paul never showed up.

I've been making calls
all morning. Nobody's seen him. He even missed morning prayers.

Well, Mac. I think
it's safe to say we've all missed our share of those.

Not Paul. He hasn't been off
holy ground for 300 years.

- I doubt he's handled
a sword in that time. - You think he ran into someone?

He's an easy target.
I should have stayed with him.

Mac, what are you gonna do,
guard the guy night and day?

If I had to.

I tell you what, uh,
I'm gonna stick around.

I mean, what the hell?
Bikes can wait.

No, Richie. It wouldn't help.

If he turns up,
everything's fine.

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

- Are you sure?
-Yeah. Watch your knees in those turns.

- Thanks, Mac.
- Hey, Richie.

- Yeah?
- Good luck.

You too.

Hi.
Hi, Anne.

Hey, Karen.

How's the day shaping up?
Not good.

Oh, great.
It's Marcia.

They just brought her in.

Where is she?
I can't-- Anne.

What?

She was D.O.A.

- Oh, no.
- I'm really sorry.

Are you okay?

No, no. Damn it.
I'm not okay.

The administrator's
been asking for you.

He can talk to me in the morgue,
'cause that's where I'll be.

Dr. Lindsey.
It's gotta wait, Dan.

No, it can't, unfortunately.
Look, they just brought Marcia in. She's downstairs.

She should be at home
with her family. Instead, she's at the morgue.

I gotta find out what happened.
So do I. So does the hospital board.

What are you talking about?
Cause of death looks like an insulin overdose.

That-That's impossible.
I was treating her for hypoglycemia.

How the hell
did she get insulin?

You tell me.

Look, I suggest you don't
make any statements to anyone.

You think I had something
to do with this?

I'm on your side, Anne.
Whatever the lawyers throw at us, we intend to fight.

I don't give a damn
about lawyers.

Marcia was my friend.

So?
Hey, I'm sorry. I checked, but, uh, no sign of Paul.

I thought Anne
was coming with you.

There was some trouble
at the hospital.

How's the place doing?
Pretty happy.

The customers are happy,
and the I.R.S. is happy.

So everything's fine?
Yes, about 90%.

Hey, I got something for you.

Who's that?
The other 10%.

Max.

How very nice of you to come by.

What the hell is that
new guy doing, Dawson?

Offhand,
I'd say he's playing bass.

Damn it!
I play bass! No. Not here. Not anymore.

Look, you don't
give a damn about this band.

You show up late.
You skip rehearsals.

You're loaded half the time.
It's over.

You're firing me?

Yeah. Don't use me
as a reference.

You think I need this gig?

I just got me a record contract.

Oh, yeah.
I go into the studio tomorrow.

So, uh, you know
what you can do, Dawson?

You can take
this two-bit gig and shove it,

'cause I'm gone.

Have one for the road,
why don't you?

Just as well
it was only 10%. Yeah.

You know, these other guys
play their butts off and probably never get a break.

This scumbag gets a record deal.

I guess that's the way
the cookie crumbles.

So where's that baggage
you've got for me. Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, there was
a messenger who brought it by right after I talked to you.

Excuse me.

Here it is.

Here.
Thanks.

-What does it mean?
- Paul's dead.

Ah, good morning, Duncan.
Good morning, Paul.

It is a glorious morning.
Aye, it is.

You look well.
The monks' robes suit you.

It is true.
I have felt at peace in the time I've spent here.

But I do not think
it's my calling.

Sacred pages.

But time in men's hands
soon wear them thin.

He looks more like
a warrior than a scribe.

I was a warrior once.

Must take you ages
to copy like that. Years.

You stay on holy ground
all the time?

Everything I want
exists within these walls.

Here, my voice touches heaven,
or so it seems.

I cannot imagine leaving.

I see no difference.
They're exactly the same. Indeed.

God's word must not
be diluted or distorted.

I've not seen its like
in man or machine.

You're truly a master.

I've worked for centuries
to perfect my skill.

The only skill
I've perfected is my sword arm.

Hmm, few of us
are made for this life.

Most take the refuge they need,
then return to the outside.

Like Peter Hale?

- That is the way.
- Where exactly did he say he was going?

Denmark, I believe.

- Not England?
- Of course.

It's been so long since
I've gone anywhere.

I'm afraid my sense
of geography leaves something to be desired.

Now if you'll forgive me,
I have God's work to do.

"Creeps in this petty pace
from day to day...

"till the last syl-- syl--"

"Syllable of recorded time."

Is there something
on your mind, MacLeod?

Oh, it's nothing, Timon.

Timon, you've
been here a long time.

I mean, how do you
deal with the lack of--

I mean.
Well, you know.

You mean women.

Aye. They cross my mind.

I read. I meditate.
It's enough.

I don't think
you have your strength.

You will go back
when you are ready.

It might be sooner
than I planned.

"Double, double,
toil and trouble...

fire burn--"
"And cauldron bubble."

I had rather hoped that
you'd be reading the Bible.

But it's a good story,Macbeth.

Aye. And I've
read it through.

He has a tricky way
with words, Mr. Shakespeare.

There's much
truth to it.

William Shakespeare.

He signed it himself,
right here.

Aye, and ruined
a perfectly good copy.

-Do you suppose
he's written much else?

Oh, a few others, I think.

It seems Brother Timon
has taught you well. Aye, he's a good man.

If he has as many books
as he has patience,

I'll learn much.
Haven't you heard?

Brother Timon's time
is finished here. He's left the monastery.

- Where's Brother Kalas?
I don't know.

Where are you going?

I have a book to return.

Forgive me if I startled you.

But I couldn't let you slip
away without a final word.

I'm sorry, Brother Kalas.
I'm not very good at farewells.

I didn't even say good-bye
to Brother MacLeod.

You needn't have come.
It's late and we're far off holy ground here.

I know.
What the--

What are you--

You should be
asleep at this hour, Brother MacLeod. It's late.

Aye, it is.
What was it like? I don't know what you mean.

The Quickening of a man
that called you friend,

who ate with you,
prayed with you.

What was the look on his face
when you betrayed him?

Was it the same
as the one on Peter's? You wouldn't understand.

How many, Kalas?
And for how long?

Since the beginning.

Now, if you'll pardon me,
I have to sing a mass for the dead.

- It is finished.
- Because you'll tell Paul?

We've been
together for centuries. He'd never believe you.

No, but he'd believe you.
How could you?

How could you
do these things?

MacLeod is from outside.

How could you believe
his word over mine?

I heard your words, Kalas.
I heard everything.

This was holy ground,
a sanctuary for all,

and you used it.

You used it
to kill your own kind. You used it against me.

Now your very presence
soils these walls. But it was off holy ground.

I'd never harm you.
Better you had...

than all those others.

Now leave here... forever.

You cannot.
This place is my life.

I cannot leave it now.

You will leave it,
and with me after you.

There has been
enough killing tonight.

You do not know
what you have done,

but you will.

Sorry. I don't know
of many like Paul.

There weren't any.

You think it was Kalas?

Paul was vulnerable.

Strength wasn't
in his sword arm. It could've been anybody.

Joe, you got a minute?
Absolutely.

Duncan MacLeod,
I'd like to introduce you to Detective Brent Mohan.

Lousy poker player,
but a hell of a good cop.

It's not a social call.

Hey, Albert,
I told you that kid's I.D. didn't look kosher.

And it's not about I.D.
What's this?

A warrant for drugs.
It's a joke, right?

No. We've got a guy
that swears that you're dealing, Joe.

Come on.
That's crazy.

Whoever you're talking to
is a damn liar.

Sorry, but we're gonna
have to search the place.

Well, go on.
You search all you want. You're wasting your time.

They don't deal drugs
here, Detective.

Oh, no.

I think you'd better
come with us.

Tell everybody to go home.
You're closed.

Brent, you know me.
I don't deal.

Sorry, man. I'm gonna have to
place you under arrest. Hey, you don't need those.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You have the right
to an attorney. Yeah, I know my rights.

Yeah, and I can get
to the door by myself.

Mistakes happen.
Not mistakes like that one.

Anne, you're not responsible
for the entire hospital. She was my patient.

You do not give insulin
to a hypoglycemic. A premed student knows better than that.

Anne, everyone's moving around
at 90 miles an hour in the E.R. Not everybody's perfect.

We have to be perfect.
Someone screwed up, and my friend is dead.

Hi, this is Dr. Anne Lindsey,
do you have any--

Right away.
Anne?

- What's wrong?
- I'm losing another patient.

I don't understand this at all.
He'd stabilized, right? Yes.

We had no
indication whatsoever? No.

Who's working on this?
Dr. Kramer.

Well, at least
something's going right.

Oh, damn it. He was stable.
What happened?

Kramer thinks it's
anaphylactic shock.

An allergic reaction?
He was on digitalis. How could that happen?

I don't know.
Then you find out. I want an autopsy now.

Kramer's already on it.
Dr. Lindsey.

Well?
I'm suspended.

My licence is under review.

Suspended? For what?

He was using
words like "burnout,"

"liability to my patients,"
"for the good of the institution."

Duncan, I don't know
how this happened. You're the best they've got.

They have my signature
authorizing penicillin.

The guy was allergic.
That's the same thing as giving him cyanide.

I don't understand
how I could possibly screw up like this.

He was my responsibility.
He put his life into my hands.

Now he's dead and Marcia's dead,
and I don't have an explanation.

Anne, you didn't kill them.
I don't know.

Things get pretty crazy
around here sometimes.

I-I could've picked up
the wrong chart. It happens. Not to you.

I just saw the order.
It's in my handwriting.

They're exactly the same.
I see no difference.

God's word must not be
diluted or distorted.

I've not seen its like
in man or machine.

You're truly a master.

I've worked for centuries
to perfect my skill.

Maybe it's time
to start a new life. I don't know.

Not yet.
Where are we going?

To see your boss.
What for?

I'd like to see that chart.

Who is he?
What are you doing in here?

Saving you time, embarrassment
and probably a lot of money.

Now, if you don't mind,
the chart.

- Sign it.
- What?

Sign your name.

Again.

Please, just do it.

Again.

What is the point of all this?

That none of her
signatures are the same.

So?
Nobody's are. It can't be done.

Except by a machine
or a skilled forger.

Now take a look
at the two orders.

-These signatures are identical.
-In every detail.

- You think that someone
forged my signature? - I'd stake my life on it.

So would a handwriting expert
and so would your lawyers.

Now, if I were you, I'd lift
Dr. Lindsey's suspension.

Right away.

Why would anybody
want to do this? They're trying to hurt me.

By killing
my patient and Marcia?

By destroying your life
like I destroyed his. Who wants to destroy my life?

Anne.

I'm sorry you had to
get brought into this. It won't happen again.

What's happening?

Later.
No, not later. Right now.

Anne.
Duncan.

Duncan, I'm sorry.
I tried, but I can't do this anymore. I can't.

Duncan, you walk away
from me right now, it's gonna be the last time.

I thought you had until
tomorrow to clear out.

Yeah, well.
The best wakes are short.

I know who it was
that set you up, Joe.

It was Kalas.
He's trying to destroy everyone near me.

If it's any consolation,
you were on the list.

I know what Kalas
looks like, so does Mike.

There's no way he could slip
by us without being seen.

Unless he had someone
on the inside.

The bass player you fired.

Max.
Yeah, do you know where he is?

Yeah, probably.
So why should I talk to you?

You could do it
for moral reasons, or because you're a prince of a guy.

You're out
of your skull, pal. Really?

What are you doing, man?
I think personal health is the best reason of all.

I know you set up Joe.
I just want to know who's behind it.

Come on, please.
Let me go, huh? Come on, please.

Look, some guy phones me up
a couple of days back. Says how would I like a record deal?

What was I gonna say, man?
I asked who I had to kill.

What was the company?
Magna Records.

Look, all I had to do
was plant some dope, tip off the cops.

No big deal.
What's it to you?

I wanna know the guy's name
and where I can find him.

I don't know.
A shame.

Hey, look, pal.
I told you everything I know.

How many more times
do I gotta tell it?

Once more, to the cops.
Damn!

There must be
some way to reach him.

Thanks.
Don't tell me.

Just a post office box
and a bank account.

Yeah, he does everything
by phone or mail.

Look, I told you the charges
have been dropped, MacLeod. The club's open.

Don't do this on my account.

It's not on your account.

Hey, fellas. Check it out.
Look at that baby.

The kid comes
out of nowhere. Oh, yeah.

Hey, I won,
if anyone's interested.

Okay. I understand why
you want this guy's head.

The first thing
we gotta do is find him.

Well, let's use what we know.

Jupe was offered a record deal.

Paul was lured
out of the monastery by a promoter.

Kalas knows music.
It has to be him.

All right. Fine.
So let's try the record company.

No. I've already tried that.
He never shows.

Well, you know that
eventually he's gonna be coming for you.

What's he waiting for?

Maybe the right time and place.

Maybe it's time.

MacLeod.
What do you feel, MacLeod, pain or hatred, maybe both?

You leave
my friends out of this. This is between you and me.

I go to all that trouble
and that's all you can say?

Just tell me where.
You're good at finding things out.

Come to the music.

Maybe I should
come with you. No. I don't trust him.

You find Anne and
make sure she's all right.

- And what if he
shows up there? - Don't try and take him on.

Take her to a public place
and stay there.

MacLeod.

He's as good as you are.

- Maybe better.
- I know.

You could have
come for me sooner.

I had to get Paul
off holy ground first.

And now I've got you too.

Symmetry has its own beauty.

Beauty?

Is that what you believe?

I believe in revenge, MacLeod.

Dr. Lindsey?
Oh, you just missed her.

Look, I need to know
where she went. It's very important.

I, uh, I'm a friend
of Duncan MacLeod's.

Well, she got a fax
just before she got off shift.

I think it's still here.

Vanderbilt Hall.

Thank you.

Symmetry, MacLeod.
Everyone's here.

Why?

For this.

Real nice.

Duncan!

We'll meet again.

Duncan!

Anne.
Oh, God.

Anne.

Richie, he's gone.
Richie--

Let go of me! No, no!
Anne, we gotta-- Anne, trust me.

No!

I, uh, I thought
I might find you here.

One last look.

I, uh, I--

I don't think I'll be coming
around here anymore, so--

This must be
pretty tough on you too.

So what's gonna
happen to the dojo?

Well, uh,

I guess I'll keep it open for
a while and after that, uh...

I don't know.

Damn.

I must have done this
about a hundred times for other people.

Saying good-bye.

Hell, if it's for me...

I just wish that
I could tell him--

Because I was so angry
the last time I saw him--

I don't think I can stay here.

Take care of yourself.
Thanks.

You heard.
Yeah.

How can you let her
think that you're dead?

Because the truth
would be far worse.

It's better this way.

She loves you, Mac.
Maybe she can handle it.

She'll be dragged
into our world.

Kalas isn't gonna go away.

I couldn't handle
another Tessa.

We could think
of something, Mac. You don't have to leave.

Yes, I do.

Soon, MacLeod. Soon.

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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