All language subtitles for Highlander s05e01 Prophecy.eng

Good night.
Good night, John.

I am Roland Kantos. I'm looking for a
client of yours. I hope you can help me.

Client confidentiality, that's the issue.
Though, if I knew this individual...

you were looking for, I
wouldn't be able to-- Cassandra.

Her name is Cassandra.

Never heard of her. And
yours is Andrew Beckmann.

Well, Andy, that's
really not good enough.

I know you wouldn't forget
her: long hair, green eyes,

a body that would
stop your heart.

If I knew her,
she'd be my client.

If she was my client, I
wouldn't talk to you about her.

Oh, yes,

you... would.

If I want it, you'd
open your soul to me.

If I want it, you'd
cut out your own heart.

You'll tell me
everything: where she went,

what she asked
you to find.

It's burning inside you.

You can't stand it.

Come on, Andy.
I'm waiting.

She had to find someone.

Acted like her
life depended on it.

It does. What
was his name?

Duncan MacLeod.

Where can I find him?

One last thing.

You have a gun somewhere.

A 6-R. Bulky but good.

Personally, I
prefer a Beretta.

It's so much more elegant.

Andy, what
the hell is--

There's no need for that.

Drop it.

There's been a suicide.

A suicide.

Yours.

Right after you
killed your partner.

Suicide.

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

Honey, I'm home.

I know.

Who are you?

Don't you know me, Duncan?

Cassandra?

Have I changed
all that much?

No.

But you have.

Come on. Move it.

This has to end.
Three more sheep...

were savaged this morning
on the upper pasture.

That brings the
total to eight!

And that includes the ram!

But how do we
know it's a wolf?

The Campbells have stolen
from us before. Aye!

And when they have, have they left great,
bloody paw prints all over the field?

No. 'Tis a wolf,
and a hungry one.

And if we're not to go hungry
ourselves, we've got to kill it!

Do you hear that, Duncan? A
wolf. Quiet, Robert. I canna hear.

But no one's laid
eyes on the beast.

It comes and
goes like a ghost,

back to its lair
in the Donan Woods.

Then we'll
follow it there.

And we'll set out
a lamb for bait.

Now, what ails you?

You're not afraid of a bloody
great, overgrown hound, are ya? -No.

Of course not.
You are chief...

of this clan, Ian MacLeod.

And I would follow you to the gates of
Hell, if that's where you wanted to go.

But the Donan Woods--
things happen there.

There's been talk of a witch
since before my grandmother's time.

Aye. And I have
seen her. Aye.

She waits for the one born
on the Winter Solstice.

She will devour him.

And, aye, old she is, MacLeod.
Old beyond your knowin'.

With snakes for hair, and
eyes that glow like coals.

It's she has been
stealin' your sheep.

What is stealing our sheep is a
wolf, and we are going to kill it!

Or would you have Old Tom, here, tell
ya why it is we're to starve this winter?

We start out tomorrow morn, and
I'll hear no more talk of witches!

Father, I'll join the hunt. I'm
not afraid of wolves and witches.

Good on ya, Duncan.
You're a stout lad.

But this is not boy's
play. The men will go alone.

- But, Father!
- No!

You'll no come tomorrow,
Duncan, and that's an end of it.

Only one thing...

a hungry wolf likes better
than a lamb, Duncan MacLeod,

and that's a young boy!

It starts with the softest
parts, right here, or back here.

And then it works its
way up to the hardest--

your head!

I will not be afraid of
any wolf! That's a good one.

And I suppose you wouldn't wet your
kilt if ya saw one. Look who's talking.

You wet yours when Debra Campbell
looked your way. I did not!

Ya did too.
It was rainin'.

I think you'd rather face
the wolf than Debra Campbell.

I suppose you wouldn't want
to face either one, would you?

I would too! Prove it,
then. Hunt the wolf with me.

You want to go to Donan
Woods? I've never been there.

Come on. Where's your spine? You
and me, Robert. We'll be heroes.

You heard what your father said.
He'd give us both a wood hidin'.

Not if we kill the wolf
first, would you see?

Come on. Let's go.

What was that? 'Tis only the
wind, Robert. Calm yourself.

I cannot. My head is filled
with witches and wolves.

He was here! And this
is where he'll return.

Duncan, do you think
the witch is real?

Old Tom swears she is. Old Tom's as
mad as a loon when he's not drunk.

He swears he's seen her. He also swears
he's seen the monster of the loch.

She could cast a spell-- Ach, Robert.
What would a witch be wantin' with us?

Still, she could cast a spell.
What if she turns me into a toad?

Who'd know the difference?

Now, help me me with this.
We've a wolf to catch.

Sure that can hold him? Unless he carries
a knife, there's no way he'll get out.

Oh, no!

Oh, Jesus and Mary!
What will we do?

Run! Keep goin'!

Run, Robert!

- He's gonna catch us, Duncan!
- Back to the village. Go! I'll follow.

Come on. Get it over with.

Are you an angel?
Am I in Heaven?

Not for a long time yet.

My name is Cassandra.

The wolf-- why
did it not kill me?

Perhaps because...
I didn't want it to.

Are you the Witch
of Donan Woods?

Some say that.

Don't be afraid,
Duncan MacLeod.

- How'd you know my name?
- Who else was born on the Winter Solstice?

They say that you're
old, older than the clan.

They say that you're
evil, that you cast spells.

Well, now. I
might cast spells,

but do I look
evil to ye, Duncan?

- You look beautiful.
- What was that?

You look beautiful.

It's been a long
time since that night.

I often wondered what
sort of man you'd become.

I'm surprised you didn't
just check your crystal ball.

Your road's been
hard, hasn't it?

Yeah, a lot's
happened in 400 years,

but I survived.
I knew you would.

Of course you did.

So, how'd you find me?

Witchcraft? Why bother?

It's the 20th century. I
used a detective agency.

I need your help, Duncan.

Why? Roland Kantos.

One of us?

He's more than that.

Much more.

It's not the Highlands,
but it has its charm.

It's beautiful.

I can see why
you'd want to stay.

Why are you looking
at me that way?

Last time I saw you,
I was 13 years old,

and you were a
witch in the forest.

I went back into that forest a
hundred times, but I never found you.

I convinced myself
you were a dream.

How could you know? How could
you know I was Immortal or...

see what you would become?

But you knew?

I knew the moment
I lay eyes on you...

that you would
fulfill the prophecy.

Like you said, this
is the 20th century.

I left prophecies behind with
the witches and the fairies.

Duncan, listen to me. The prophecy
tells of a Highland foundling,

born on the Winter Solstice, who
passes through darkness, into light,

and survives to challenge
the Voice of Death.

Really? Is this before or
after I slay the dragon?

Duncan, this is real.

I've waited centuries
for the time to be right.

Is this Roland part
of this prophecy?

Yes.

He's right behind
you. He always is.

It's him.

Guess he doesn't like me.

We've got to leave now.

What are you doing?

I guess asking him to dance
is out of the question.

Duncan, you don't
understand. You can't win.

Your confidence
is overwhelming.

- Duncan MacLeod?
- Ah, very good.

Roland Kantos.

I've been looking for
you for a very long time,

390 years, to be precise.

I thought I had you at one point, but
the witch made sure you weren't around.

They've checked the
fens and the fields,

as far out as
the tide flats.

- Nothing.
- Something terrible has happened, Ian. I feel it.

It's the witch.
She's taken him.

- Shut up, you old fool.
- She's taken him.

Robert MacLeod! You better have a
good story to tell me and no mistake!

Where's Duncan?
Where's my son?

He's still there.
The wolf! The wolf!

Out with it! What about
a wolf? What! Tell me!

We tried to catch the
wolf. It caught us.

Ready the men. Neil, now!

Mary, trust in
God. We'll find him.

I am Roland.

I wish to speak to
the village chieftain.

I think you have that
honor. I have. Ian MacLeod.

We have urgent business
here. We have no time.

Not even for a lost son?

Some years ago, robbers
killed my wife and stole him.

He was only a baby. I fear
he may have been sold...

or left as a foundling.

He'd be 13 now.

Like that one.

But that's not him.

I'll know him when I see
him. We cannot help you.

- There are no foundlings here.
- Then I'll keep looking.

I swore it on
my wife's grave.

But surely after 13 years,
you wouldn't even know him.

I'll know him,
and I'll find him,

however long it takes.

Go on.

I love Duncan as if he's me own
son, but you know he's a foundling.

What if it's Duncan he seeks?
Duncan is our son. He always will be.

If he still
lives. Come on!

Robert! Take us to
where you left him.

Go on! Get goin'.

- About the
foundling, Mary.

I know nothin'. Tell me.

You've had your answer.
There's nothin' more to tell.

A boy found on the
Winter Solstice,

a foundling child.
No. No, there was none.

Open your heart
to me, Mary.

Tell me what
I need to know.

I know nothin'.

- Tell me.

You know you
must. Where is he?

Hail Mary, Mother of
God. The one you seek...

is not here.

You were dreaming. Yes.

Of what? Nothing.

I see.

Did you perchance dream
that you were grown?

I was a man, the leader
of my clan, and-- And?

Were you alone?

You were with me.

And what were we doing?

Morning. I must
go. Not yet.

There is someone in your
village who wants to harm you.

That'd be my father. He'll skin
me alive. Duncan, listen to me.

This one is an enemy,
and he means to kill you.

Now, you cannot face him
yet, but someday you must.

And when that time
comes, you must kill him.

Then, you really
are a witch.

Do they not tell a tale in your village
of a man in your grandfather's time,

that-- that died and
yet came back to life?

Of course! Connor MacLeod,
but that's just a clan legend.

It's just a story.

Some stories are true.

I dunna understand.

Not yet, but you will.

It's time.

Your people come for you. Go straight
out from the hut and they will find you.

Duncan?

- When the wolf came at you, you truly were not afraid?
- No.

- And why not?
- Because good must always triumph over evil.

Did you not know that?

Perhaps I just needed
to hear it from you.

You need worry no
more about the wolf.

Your weapon.
Duncan MacLeod!

You're the wolf.

Duncan! Father, I'm here!

Duncan! You all right?

The wolf didn't
harm ya? I'm fine.

Oh, lad!

Of all your wildest
notions. Are ye daft, lad?

A wolf could've tore
ya apart. Yes, father.

Out there, alone all night. Your
mother worried half to death.

Anything could
happen. Anything!

But nothing
happened, Father.

Really!

Nothin'. Aye.

We best be getting back. That
wolf can wait for another day.

Come on. I'm not letting you
out of my sight for a while!

Hey! He's here!

So, you lasted, just as
the prophecy foretold.

You lived. You can live,
too, if you walk away.

I'm afraid I
can't, MacLeod.

Signs for the prophecy
are all in place.

You're all that
stands in my way.

- Or don't you believe in signs?
- Oh, no. I believe in signs.

"Don't litter." "Don't step
on the grass." "No spitting."

I prefer "Rest In Peace."

Okay, then.

-Is that all you have, MacLeod?
-Oh, no. I haven't even started.

I don't think so.

I think you're already finished.
I think you're tired, MacLeod.

Exhausted.

Can't you feel it?

You're fighting
through quicksand.

Your legs can barely move.

Your arms feel like lead.

Feel that? Gravity...

sucking you down,
making you small.

I'm almost a giant.

Your sword is
getting heavy,

so heavy you can
barely lift it.

You can't lift it.

What do you say
we call it a day?

You don't want to
fight anymore, MacLeod.

Resist. You can resist.

Just close your
eyes. Resist.

It's so easy.

Sooner or later.

It doesn't matter.

I told you he was dangerous.
Dangerous or not, he's gonna be coming.

Mmm. Using the
power tires Roland.

He'll need to regain his
strength. We have a bit of time.

What was that back there?

What was he
using against me?

- And don't tell me magic.
- Well, call it what you want.

The power of
suggestion, a-- a--

a trick.

Learned over a thousand years. Is
this trick something you taught him?

Roland was my student,

ages ago.

Once he realized there was
nothing more I could teach him,

he tried to kill me.

I was stronger than he,
then. I'm-- I'm not anymore.

It's the prophecy, Duncan. You're
the only one who can beat him.

Do you still believe that?
So far, it's all come true.

So, if you saw my future,
did ya see the life I'd lead?

Did ya see my
father disown me?

Or did ya see Tessa dying
for a chunk of change?

If ya saw all of that,
why didn't you warn me?

It's not that simple.
I wish it were. No?

I see only glimpses, only
fragments. There's never the whole.

Do you see my death?

I see death, Duncan.

Whose?

I don't know.

- Hello, witch.
- It's Roland.

I thought you said he needed
more time. He should've.

He must've become stronger.
We have to hurry, Duncan.

I'm not gonna run.
You're not running.

You're not running.

You're using
your strength,

saving me from him.

Our only chance
is to leave.

I can't. You must. Now.

MacLeod?

Three can play.

So, now I get a double dose of
it, huh? What was that back there?

I can't let him harm you. I
don't like being controlled,

not by Roland, not
by you, not by anyone.

What other choice was there?
He would've killed you. Maybe.

Duncan, you
felt his power.

The prophecy is at hand.

Power or no power, this is holy
ground. He can't harm us here.

And none of us
can avoid our fate.

"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.

A child, and a man."

Somethin' I can do for you?
I'm looking for someone.

Missing Persons
is downtown.

So, I said to her,
"You're doing 60 in a 45."

And she's driving in this bikini top
that's like two strings and a Band-Aid.

Would you go away? His
name is Duncan MacLeod.

He's armed and dangerous.

He'll be hiding in a church
or a cemetery, somewhere close.

You must find him...

and bring him to me.

We make our own destinies.
Nothing's written. Really?

Tell me. Did you pass
through darkness into light?

Everyone does. Not
like you, Duncan.

You've seen the darkest
places in men's souls.

You've been there
and survived.

Duncan, you're the one.

I knew it in that forest.

I know it now.

You do believe me?

All I believe is that
Roland wants my head.

Teach me like you
taught him. I can't.

I can't. With Roland, the gift was
always there. Then what? What do I use?

Use the prophecy.

If you're the man,
who's the child?

Who are you?

You.

You're the child.

I'm no child. I'm
a chieftain's son.

I'm going to lead
our clan to glory.

I will be a great warrior.

Yes, you will be
a great warrior.

Why are you here?

I don't know.

Who are you talking
to? The man I become.

And did you like
what you saw? Aye.

Did you do that? I helped.

What happened?
What did you see?

Me as the child.

"The child and the
man." The prophecy.

Duncan MacLeod?
Don't move!

Freeze right there!
What's this about?

- Cuff him.
- It's Roland. He knows we're here. He's using them.

Freeze! Drop it.

Drop it.

Can't you do
something about this?

No.

Go, Duncan! Now!

Get up. Get up.

Let's go.

Get up! Move it!

Hey, Roland. You miss me?

Cuff him.

You've done well,
but now it's finished.

Time to forget.

You chased a
robbery suspect.

You turned up nothing.

You saw no one.

There's no one here.

You hear nothing,
see no one.

You never saw this place.

You never saw me.

I swear! Two strings
and a Band-Aid.

And then she says to
me-- Officer, wait!

They can't hear
you, MacLeod. Wait!

As far as they know,
you don't exist.

Soon, they'll be right.

You waited 400
years for this?

A little
ignominious, I know.

But if it hadn't been for that witch,
I would have got you when you were 13.

Something about children--
their innocence, their honesty--

gives me the creeps.

I'll be back,
when I'm ready.

We should call Architectural
Digest. They'd do a spread.

Nothing is
written. Nothing.

I know.

Are you a dream?

No.

You're real.
Maybe we both are.

Cassandra promised
I'd live a long time.

Maybe not too much longer.

But you've grown--
I've grown--

into a great warrior.

Who could ever defeat you?

That doesn't
matter right now.

There's much we have to talk
about. Much you have to learn.

About my future? Yes.

Do I win many battles?

- Yeah, you win many battles.
- Then I'm a great chieftain.

It's different.

I bet you marry
Debra Campbell.

I wish I had.

Well, then I'll find
someone more beautiful,

and we'll have
many strong sons.

Daughters?

You'll see.

This other warrior,
are you afraid of him?

Yes.

He has a power
I don't possess,

and I don't know
how to defeat him.

You'll win,

because you're good, and
good always wins over evil.

Did ya not know that?

It's a little more
complicated than that.

It's never more
complicated than that.

Yes, it is. He has
a magic in his voice.

If I listen to
it, I'm dead.

Then don't listen.

No. Wait a minute.
What do you mean?

No.

We haven't
fi--

Then don't listen.

Finished your
beauty sleep?

We're making history here,
MacLeod. No point in rushing it.

You feel lucky, then,
but your arms grow weaker.

Your muscles
are giving up.

You're tired, weak.

You're finding
it hard to focus.

Your legs are
getting numb, frozen.

Your arms feel like lead.

Moving is pain.
Moving is agony.

Your sword is
getting heavy.

It cannot be!

The prophecy!

It must be fulfilled!

Impossible.

Couldn't hear
a word ya said,

Roland.

"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."

I will be a great warrior. I
bet you marry Debra Campbell.

No! Debra!

It is a miracle!
You're not my son!

You're through!

You'll win,
because you're good,

and good always
wins over evil.

"A child and a man."

I faced a wolf,
and I'm 13.

I'm a chieftain's son. I'm
going to lead my clan to glory.

What would you
have said to him?

I don't know.

Maybe I could've warned him
about the life he was gonna lead.

What could you have said?

"Don't feel. Don't grow.

Don't live with hope."

Probably not.

So,

prophecy's fulfilled.

Now, you leave.

Well, there is
one more thing.

Is this part
of the prophecy?

No,

this one's for me.

Is something wrong?

No.

I'm just making
sure you're real.

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

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the
future of your world

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