All language subtitles for Highlander s05e02 Innocence.eng

- What are you doing here?
- What?

- What are youdoinghere? -
I just needed a place to--

No, no, no. What
are you doinghere?

I just needed a place to work out.
You wanted a place to work out?

Yeah, I just needed a place to work
out. What's the matter with you?

If you want to work
something out, work this out.

What the hell are you
doing? You're a smart boy.

Figure it out yourself.

Nearly. You were so close.

Up.

Up.

Richie, didn't I ever tell you
not to let go of your sword?

You know what can
happen, don't you?

This.

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

I, uh, just got
back to town.

I heard.

You know, Paris turned out
okay. We're making some changes.

I really think that the Watchers are
gonna make it into the 21st century.

Dawson, you
shouldn't be here.

Look, there's something
we need to talk about.

- No, we don't have to talk about anything.
- I think we do.

Dawson, would you please
just turn around and go?

I'm an Immortal.
You're a Watcher.

We can't cross that line. How many
times do we have to be taught that?

What the hell am
I supposed to do?

I hear stuff, and
I can't ignore it.

It's Richie.

He came to see
me after you left.

He was gonna do it, Joe.

He was gonna take my head.

You know he
couldn't help it.

If you weren't
there, I'd be dead.

But that wasn't
Duncan MacLeod.

Then who the hell was it?

Where is he now?

He's on a tramp steamer.

He's halfway to Europe.

Look, Richie,

you oughta think about spending
some time on holy ground,

sort all this out.

Sort it out. Oh, man.

The guy I trusted more than anyone
else in the world tried to kill me.

Richie-- No, Joe. The
reason doesn't matter.

It was him.

It was Duncan MacLeod.

You know, it's funny.

All this time I'm thinkin',
this, uh, this whole...

"there can be only
one" thing, um--

I'm thinkin'
that's just talk.

I'm thinkin' there's no way MacLeod
would ever actually come for me.

I didn't believe it.

I couldn't believe it.

Now--
Now I do.

After you left,
he wasn't the same.

Nobody was.

He's been walkin'
the edge, MacLeod.

Traveling, picking fights,
trying to make a name.

One of my guys saw him
yesterday on the road,

headin' back to
town. That's nice.

He's gonna get himself
killed. You gotta talk to him.

That's none of your
business. No, it's yours!

Okay, fine.

You don't owe anybody
anything-- not me, not Richie.

We can just go to hell.

He's in that rooming house
down at South and Pine.

Do whatever you
want about it.

Whatever, happened,
Mac-- we can work it out.

Sorry, wrong number.

Just tell me why.

The teacher kills the pupil?
Is that what this is all about?

Is it because there can
be only one? Is that it?

There's a lot of reasons.

You looking for me? Okay.

Here I am.

Look, I came here to tell
you I'm still your friend.

I've heard
that one before.

Richie, put that away. I'm not
gonna fight you. Yeah, right.

I tried looking for you.

I tried calling you from Paris,
but I couldn't find you anywhere.

I wasn't around. I had
some things to take care of.

Yeah, I heard.

You know, I used to stay
up at night... wondering,

thinking...

that there must be some special thing
I'm supposed to do with my life...

because I'm immortal.

And I had this illusion...

that because you
were my teacher,

that you would
show me what it was.

And you did.

I got it now.

There can be only one.

Thanks, teach.

This is your answer?

That's the way
it is, isn't it?

Get them before
they get you.

I've been practicing.

Next time you pull a sword
on me, it won't be so easy.

Richie, I'd like to
take back what happened,

but I can't.

But what you're doing is
wrong. You know that, don't you?

Thanks for the tip.

How's it goin'?

I wanna buy my bike back.

Twenty-four hundred.
I'll tell you what.

There's the
1,800 you gave me.

Just give me the keys.

Listen, this is not
a pawn shop, kid.

The price is 24.

Eighteen hundred will get you that
Yamaha with the busted transmission.

Three hundred more, I'll
have it runnin' for you.

Maybe-- Maybe you
didn't hear me.

I
said--

What the hell
are you doin'?

I said I want to buy...

my bike back.

And I am sick and tired
of being called a kid.

- You're not gonna do that.
- You don't think so?

Get out of here, you
crazy son of a bitch!

Come on, Benny. Why
do you even bother?

Couldn't possibly be for the beer.
You might as well give it away.

Maybe the critic
wants to try me.

For this? No, thanks.

You don't like it?
Go someplace else.

All right, then.
Let's go, beautiful.

Barkeep? Scotch
rocks, double.

- That's Delila to you, bud.
- Delila.

Well, in that case, I'll
have a beer... and a haircut.

You're gonna need
more than a haircut.

- How 'bout a sense of humor?
- How 'bout you shut your mouth before I do it for you?

Well, I'm scared.
Aren't you scared?

Petrified.

Do I know you, or do you just
go around looking for trouble?

Uh, the name is Richie Ryan,
and I'm lookin' for you, pal.

The only head I came in here for is on a glass
of beer, but if you wanna take it outside--

Oh, I wanna take it
outside. Let's go.

After you.

Is it worth losing your
head over a bad joke?

- We don't have to do this.
- Yes, we do.

I'm looking for a friend.

His name's Carter Wellan.
Young kid, long, blond hair.

- Lots of attitude.
- Big mouth?

Attitude.

Yeah, he was here until some
guy picked a fight with him.

What guy? Someone
withmoreattitude.

Carter!

You're a dead
man! You hear me?

Dead!

What are you doing here?

It's important. Richie's in a
lot more trouble than I thought.

I've seen Richie. He
can take care of himself.

Yeah? With
what? With this?

- Who is it?
- Haresh Clay.

A very nice effort,
young Duncan MacLeod...

of the Clan MacLeod.

Personally, I would never use the
Thracian lunge on terrain such as this.

It was only meant
for an uphill strike.

- It was meant for whenever it works.
- It doesn't on level ground.

Now, does it? I slipped.

Precisely my point. How would
you know what it was meant for?

You invented it.

It was really Juan
Ramirez who perfected it.

You knew Juan Sanchez
Villa Lopez Ramirez?

Mm-hmm. Connor's teacher?

Oh, they say there was nothing
he could not do with a sword.

Or with a lady.

He was one of my better
students. You were his teacher?

No wonder I'm losing here.

I'm good, my friend, but trust me,
there are better than me out there--

as the Kurgan was
better than Ramirez.

Great. Knowing my luck,
I'll probably run into them.

Cheer up. The sword's
not what you live for.

- It's what keeps you alive for the good stuff.
- Which is?

There are worlds out there for you to
discover, Duncan. Music, art, philosophy.

What good is
philosophy in a fight?

We fight to stay alive.

Don't forget to live.

Imagine what you can see in a thousand
years. Imagine what you can do.

It's all there for us,
Duncan, 'cause we are blessed,

blessed beyond reason
wit eternal life.

And every year
brings something new.

A new vintage, a
new fighting move,

a new pattern of flowers
on an Italian hillside.

Open your eyes,
you'll see it.

Cherish it.

When the duke challenges
you to a game of darts,

your job is to
lose, young squire.

The duke was half blind. Ah,
yes, but he is still the duke.

I know.

Is it Ashe? Perhaps.

Haresh Clay. We have to get out
of here. Find some holy ground.

Why? Now!

I dinna see anyone.
That's whers me.

Graham Ashe?

I am Graham Ashe.

We were destined
to meet one day.

The best day is always
the one you're in.

Go. Get to the churchyard and
stay there, and don't come out!

But I
can't-- Go!

Spare me.

What did you say?

Please spare me.

In the name of
all that's holy,

please, I beg you.

You would beg
for your life?

I don't want to die.

Please spare me.

Anything I have to
give, I swear it.

Just let me walk away.

I beg you to let me live.

So you still want me
to stay out of this?

Look, I'm just trying
to help my friend.

Richie's not your friend.

This is who you are, Joe.

I know who I am.

I've been a Watcher
for more than 25 years.

That's as much a part of me as--
as your Clan MacLeod is to you.

Then for once, keep your
vow. Don't interfere.

What about Richie?

Whatever I do for
Richie is my business.

We're through, Joe.

Do me a favor, Joe.

Leave. You know
the way out.

Richie!

Joe. Hey. How's it goin'?

Good. You got a minute?

Well, sure, sure, sure.
It's good to see you.

You, uh--
You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I've been
meaning to get in touch.

I've been so busy.
Yeah, so I heard.

I guess you would.

Let me buy you a
drink, sir. Sure.

Ichiban.

Why don't you go ahead
and make it a double?

Can do.

Chin-chin. Cheers.

No, thanks.

Hope you're not
drivin'. No, I'm not.

I lost my sword.
You broke it?

You guys know too much.

So I've been told.

Joe, that's
actually why I came.

I,
uh--

I need a couple of
grand for a new blade.

I need to borrow
some money.

Sorry, Richie.
I can't do it.

Come on, Joe. How long you
known me? I'm good for it.

No, it's not the money.

Then what are you saying?
You don't trust me?

I'm saying I can't do it.

But, Joe, this is
me. It's Richie.

Yup. And I'm a Watcher.

And I swore an oath
not to get involved.

You saved my life.
You shot MacLeod.

That's not getting
involved? It was a mistake.

Saving my life
was a mistake?

I didn't mean it that way.

It's just... that's
what happened.

I pulled the trigger.
It was a gut reaction.

Richie.

As a friend, I wish
I could help you.

As a Watcher,

I can't.

That's convenient, Joe.

That's really convenient!

To hell with you.

I knew you'd show
up sooner or later.

A man needs a fine
blade. I'm not armed.

Ah! Well, there
you have it.

Like most of
life's lessons,

the tendency is to
learn them too late.

Come on, man. Where's
the honor in this?

Oh, I didn't come
for your honor, boy.

I came for your head.

Why me?

Revenge is the
best reason.

I don't even know you.

You didn't know Carter Wellan
when you killed him, did you?

Oh. You must
mean leather boy.

You got me.

Hey, Dave. How you doin'?

Thanks for
posting my bail.

You're welcome.

I'll pay you back.
Yeah, I'm sure you will.

So, all right, uh--
I guess I'll see you.

Richie, can we go for a
drive? I don't think so.

- Just ten minutes.
- No, Mac. I got a lot of stuff to do, okay?

There are some things
you need to know--

If the bail comes with a lecture, I'd
just as soon wait it out in a cell.

The guy that's after
you, Haresh Clay--

What about him?

I met him once before.

Then how come you're
both still alive?

So your friend was good.

Graham Ashe was a master.

I'd never seen anybody
like him before.

I thought he was the best.

I thought he'd live forever,
until Clay came and took his head.

Must have been
hard to watch. Hard?

It was impossible.

And you never
went after him? No.

Why not? Richie,
that doesn't matter.

What matters is
he'll kill you.

Maybe Graham Ashe wasn't as
good as you thought he was.

He was. Richie,
you can't win.

Everyone's entitled
to his own opinion.

Look, this fight is mine.

Mac, forget it.

The days of you protecting
me are long gone.

This isn't about me protecting
you. I have to finish this.

Then you better
find him before I do.

Look,

if you face him first, you'll
be needing one of these.

It belonged
to Graham Ashe.

I can take care of myself.
Yeah, I know you can.

Just take it.

Please. Thanks.

So, um,

I guess I owe you one.

No. I owe you one.

Hey. Remember me?

My heart soars.

I'm lookin' for someone.

Whoopee. Call a hot line.

His name's Haresh Clay. Tall black
guy. Shaved head. You seen him?

Baby, you've come to the wrong
place. I haven't seen anybody.

Listen, he'd be looking for
me. My name's Richie Ryan.

Richie Ryan? Mm-hmm.

Get your hands off me.

Like I said,

I didn't see anybody, and
I don't remember anybody.

Excuse me.

Get you somethin'? Yeah.

Anytime.

It's just kind of
a talent I have.

You got any more?

You just never know.

You can pass on the beer. I
got a question I wanna ask you.

Shoot.

You know that fellow that that
young punk was just asking you about?

I was just opening up.

Now, you look like a
man could use a drink.

- We both know why I'm here.
- Yeah.

Richie's hunting Clay, and there's
nothing you can do about it.

He's gonna die.

No, he might live.

Hell of
a thing--

weighing ethics
and honor...

against a friend's life.

Where's Clay?

MacLeod.

Clay's address.

Bartender gave it to me.

Sort of a...
professional courtesy.

Thanks.

Mac.

You're out of
the Watchers?

Maybe it's too late.

Maybe it's about time.

It's like Mrs. Wishnoff used
to say in my old neighborhood.

Yeah. "With one ass, a man
can't dance at two weddings."

You know, you were right.

I couldn't be both your
Watcher and your friend.

I'm sorry.

For what?
Makin' me choose?

Look, when I
joined the Watchers,

I thought it was the most
important thing in my life.

Learning about the Immortals,
keeping the chronicles--

I thought it was work
that had to be done.

Well, somebody
else can do it now.

- I have to go.
- I know.

See ya.

What are you doing here?
What areyoudoing here?

How did you
find this place?

Does that matter? It
does if you're after Clay.

What'd you expect me to do? Stand
aside and say, "Go ahead, take him"?

That's what you're asking
me to do. You'll lose.

Maybe. Maybe not. One thing you've
taught me is that I could die anytime.

There's nothing I
can do to change that.

I got myself into this mess, and I'm not
running from it. Whatever happens happens.

That's all I can do. That's
all any of us can ever do.

More of you
with, uh, swords.

Uh... so what are
you guys anyway?

Like, Shriners or
something? Shriners, yeah.

Shriners, yeah.

So how come you're not at the
funeral with the other guy?

What cemetery was that
again? I can't remember.

Can you help us out? Uh,
St. John's on the Sea?

St. John's on the Sea! Thank
you very much. That's it!

Richie. Wait.

I thought this wasn't
about you protecting me.

Do you want to know
what this is about? What?

This is about you
seeing me for who I am.

I'm not your father, and
I'm not your guardian angel.

Richie, listen.
It's not about you.

You want to fight
Clay? You get in line.

I just might.

Duncan MacLeod.

I heard you
were around here.

You've come a way
since we last met.

We have unfinished
business.

My fight is
with your friend.

You had no quarrel
with Carter Wellan.

You had no quarrel
with Graham Ashe.

Are you condoning
what he did?

We fight to the death.
That's what we do.

Do you know
what it's like...

to have a friend for
900 years, MacLeod?

I've known him longer
than you've been alive.

He was my squire...

and my companion...

on 100 campaigns...

in five continents.

Now he is gone...

because of you.

All right. You wanna
fight? Let's go.

Carter, no
Carter. Let's go.

When you are ready.

Richie.

There's something
I haven't told you.

He shamed me.

After I watched... Graham
Ashe beg for his life...

Clay taunted me,

and I did nothing.

Nothing.

Scared, are you?

I have something for you.

Ashe's sword.
A remembrance.

It's holy ground!

Don't worry, boy. I
didn't come for you.

Unless you'd like to
step off holy ground.

The coward who runs for sanctuary
is not worth my time or effort.

MacLeod! We'll be at the
inn in Fallsbrook tonight...

if your knees
ever stop shaking!

I'm not telling you
to do this for me.

I'm asking you.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

This is holy ground.
You'll be safe here.

If he takes me,
he'll take you too.

Then don't let him.

You can walk away,
if it ends here.

It's what we do.

Mac said you
left the Watchers.

I didn't believe
him. Check it out.

Ooh, boy.

Ah, don't touch it.
Don't touch it. Hurts?

The wrist is not so bad.

But the
rest--

Well, I lost a lot
of good friends.

Well, Joe, I can't
really say I'm sorry.

I know the Watchers was
your life, but dark glasses,

guys in black coats,
secret meetings.

I don't know. It just
didn't seem like your style.

Yeah, well, it was never
meant to be like that.

Then make it right.

Can you get back in?

What?

Can you get back
in the Watchers?

Maybe.

Probably. Why?

For thousands of years,
Immortals have fought,

and Watchers
have observed.

One day there'll only
be one of us left,

and someday
maybe none at all.

Somebody has to record
that we've lived.

Somebody has to record the history
we've seen, the lessons we've learned.

I know what I said, but our lives,
our story has to be recorded,

not by some petty clerk, but by
someone who feels, someone who does,

someone who has honor.

Like you.

What about our friendship?

We'll work it out.

See you around.

See you, Mac.

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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