All language subtitles for Highlander s05e14 Duende.eng

Anna, let me
see your passion.

Let me feel it.

That's it.

Duende!

Yes.

You see? That is how you
dance the ballet grande.

Magnifica. Thank
you, Senor Consone.

Stay. I have a
surprise for you.

My people, tonight I invite you to share
in the most joyous moment of my life.

A moment...

when Anna Hidalgo...

consents to be my wife.

What?

Anna,

have you nothing
to say to me?

Senor Consone, what
have you? I couldn't.

I-- The
shy pride.

You'll get over that soon
enough. I promise you.

And I will spend my
life making you happy.

Oh, my! No, you
don't understand.

I'm already
engaged to Rafael.

Imposible.

And I'm carrying
his child.

Puta! Whore!

Consone! Leave her! Ay!

-No!

Consone!

For as long as you
live, remember this--

That was only
the first cut.

You bastard, Consone!
You killed my Rafael!

Rafael!

No!

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'm sorry. It's a what?

The dance. It's
called soleadas.

She's telling how
a lover left her.

How she can't
live without him.

She is amazing.

Put your eyes back
in your head, Romeo.

That's Anna, her mother.

So behave yourself.

Bravo! Bravo!

You've been a
good audience.

But to merely watch flamenco
is not to know its spirit.

For that, you must dance.

You. Young man.

No, no, no.

Come! I'm not asking
you to bullfight.

Uh, I'd love to, really, you
know, but too many left feet.

I see. Then perhaps your
friend, Senor MacLeod, will try.

I'm sure he would love to.
Come on, Mac. Don't be shy.

Finally, a man
with courage.

I'll help you with
the coat. Thank you.

Go for it.

Put your arms like
this. Like this?

Yeah, exactly.

Down.

Okay. Again.

- I think you've done this before.
- Of course, of course.

Antonio.

We shouldn't be
here. It's not proper.

You can leave whenever
you want, Tialita.

Bravo!

Bravo!

- Isn't he magnificent?
- We have to leave before your father sees us.

Bravo, Senor MacLeod.

That was as finely danced
as anything I have seen.

Oh, you flatter
me, don Diego.

Where does a gentleman
learn to dance like a gypsy?

Perhaps he was a
gypsy... in a former life.

Tell me, Senor Consone,

is your student as talented with
the sword as he is with the dance?

- Theresa! You shouldn't be here.
- I told her, senor.

Ah, but, Tialita!

The inspiration of a beautiful woman
brings out the flamenco in any man!

It isn't a proper dance for
an unmarried young girl to see.

Ah, so true, senora, so true. But the passion
of flamenco can only be truly appreciated...

by someone who knows
the passion of life.

- I dance to her.

- A woman of experience.

Senor MacLeod, such
a joke is indecent.

Talk of love is never
indecent, Tialita.

Surely you're not too old to
remember what it was to be young.

Perhaps I can escort you
home. People will talk.

Then we should
have a chaperone.

But of course. Only to protect
your reputation, Tialita.

I think it has been years since
a man's turned Tialita's head.

Be careful you don't
break her heart.

A gentleman of Spain
doesn't speak of love...

unless he has
serious intentions.

Neither does a
gentleman of Scotland.

All my life I've been accused by my
teachers of being too forward and outspoken,

of having too many
opinions for a young woman.

Do you think I'm too forward
or have too many opinions?

No. Good.

Then it won't shock you when
I tell you that I love you.

I've been in love with you since
the very first moment I met you.

But you know
nothing of me.

I know what I feel.

My father has a very
good opinion of you,

even though
you're a foreigner.

Do you love me?
You know I do.

Then you will
ask for my hand.

Good opinion or not, your father will want
you to wed someone from a noble Spanish family.

Will you ask? You
know not what I am.

I know enough.

I know what I feel
when you touch me.

I know when I look in
your eyes that you love me.

Nothing else matters.

We'll have a lifetime to
learn each other's secrets,

won't we, mi amor?

What else is marriage for?

Theresa, it's getting
chilly. Time to go in.

Un momento,Tialita.

Talk to him.

No, don't get me
wrong. I am impressed.

It's just that you'd think that over 400
years, you'd probably acquire some skills.

Well, I think my zapateado
was a little rusty.

Gee, Mac, I'm real
sorry to hear about that.

Well, if you want some lessons,
I can get Anna to give you some.

I thought Luisa was the dancer.
Luisa's good, but Anna was the best.

- So what happened?
-Car accident.

Twenty-five years ago, Anna and her
partner, Rafael, were flamenco's royalty.

After he died and Luisa was born,
Anna moved to Paris to open the club.

I didn't know her then,
but, wow, could she dance.

Then about 10 years ago,
there was a hit and run.

-She never danced again.
- Man, that sucks.

But I still think I'm
gonna pass on those lessons.

You know, my "zapper"
is a little rusty.

Zapateado. Oh,
yeah. Whatever.

No, leave me alone,
Mama. I'm going.

It's 3:00 in the morning. -So
what? Mom, I'm 24 years old.

Stop treating me like a child!
Then stop acting like one!

Luisa, you have a great
gift, but you mistreat it.

You need rest and practice.
What I need is a mother...

who stops living her life
through me. You are my daughter!

But I'm not you, Mom,
and you can't be me!

It's not my fault you can't dance
anymore. I didn't make you a cripple!

Luisa!

Luisa! Anna.

Let me drive you home.

Oh! No, no.

It's all right,
Duncan. You sure?

Yeah.

Buenas noches.

I love her, but...

she makes me crazy.

You know, she treats me like I'm still a
kid, like I need a chaperone or something.

I'll be your chaperone.

Mmm. That man with your
mother, do you know him?

Um, just one of her old
friends, Duncan MacLeod.

Don't suppose you happen
to know where he lives.

Why do you care about him?

Suddenly, telling you...

he is the last
thing on my mind.

You know, Mac,

just because this guy is
rich and he's immortal...

does not necessarily
make him a bad guy.

No, I know. But I'd feel
safer knowing who it was.

Anna, what's wrong? Luisa?

She never came
home last night.

Anna, I know everything
that you want for her, but...

you can't force
her to dance.

Do you know anything about
this guy she's seeing? Nothing.

She won't even
tell me his name.

She used to tell
me everything.

There's something I've
got to do outside, Anna.

Um, Richie'll keep you company.
All right? Be back in a moment.

So, Mac tells me that you
taught Luisa how to dance.

She loves me.

She loves me not.

She loves me.

Is that furious look really
meant for me? Who else, Consone?

A great Spanish name. You make
it sound like you're cursing.

Where's Luisa Hidalgo? Where she
wants to be-- with me, of course.

You brought her here.

I thought you had hopes of becoming
a gentleman someday, MacLeod.

But here you are, living
in a dump on the river.

You're still
gitano-- a gypsy.

If you've come here
for me, let's go.

I remember you as clumsy,
MacLeod, not stupid.

So, this, uh, duende,

this happens all the
time? Not every time.

The true duende is rare.

It happens...

when the dancer is
beyond being tired,

so exhausted
he can't think.

He can't stop either.

The spirit of the
dance enters you.

For a moment, time
stops, pain stops.

The body seems
to move by itself.

It is then that the dance
can be truly perfect.

My God!

Consone!

I'm not here to fight with you, MacLeod.
I'm here to offer a simple choice.

Stay away from the
Hidalgos or die.

Consone!

You--
Anna--

- The police stopped searching,
-Anna.

but I have found you.

Monster! Diablo! You killed
him! You killed my Rafael! What?

Stop! Mama, stop!
Are you crazy? Stop!

He killed Rafael! He killed
your father! Are you crazy?

Mama, you're crazy!

That was 25 years
ago. Look at him. Look!

Think, Mama! How
could it be same man?

Oh, I-- I'm sorry.
Don't touch me!

Stay out of my life.
No. Come back, Luisa.

-I'm sorry!
- Anna. Anna. Richie, take her home.

Anna, go. Go. Go.
Come on. Come on.

Maybe therapy would help.

I'll see you soon.

Wrong choice.

Can I get you some more
tea, maybe some coffee?

I was so sure it was
him. I was certain.

I don't understand.

You know somethin'? Let's forget the coffee.
We'll just go with something stronger.

You know, Anna,

they say that everyone
has a double somewhere.

But he looked so
much like Consone!

But that's impossible.
He'd be much older now,

almost 60. Well,
then, there. You see?

But I felt it
inside, like a knife!

It was him!

The look. The voice.

The same arrogance that told you whatever
you were was nothing compared to him.

But it couldn't be him!

Anna, you are just going
to make yourself crazy.

Maybe I already
have. Oh, come on.

Don't say that.

Listen.

Sometimes something
seems impossible.

But it's not.

It's
just--

It's just the way it is.

What way is this, Richie?

How could this
be possible?

What did you tell her?

What could I tell her, Mac?
She's afraid she's going crazy.

I mean, her mind tells her it can't
be him, but in her gut she knows it.

She just knows it.

What are you
doing with those?

Halt. Uno.

Wrist.

Again.

Tres. Cuatro.

Yes. The line is direct.

The master of the
destreza is like a surgeon.

Ah. Estranjero.

Control. This is
gentleman's work,

not like your gypsy dance.

Whatever works.

You're a good student,
but you have much to learn.

That wasn't necessary.

Are you the
master now? No.

You must be relentless.

If this were a fight to the death, would
you let a dagger in the ribs stop you?

No, I would not.

Muy bien.

The lesson is over.

The art of the sword fight
lies not only in winning.

It lies in not losing.

The champion is the man who
fights until the final stroke.

You have good
instincts, MacLeod.

You never make the
same mistake twice.

If I had another year, I would
make a real swordsman of you.

I'm thinking of staying
in Madrid a little longer.

Are you? I thought you had
too much of the gypsy in you.

Theresa wants me
to propose marriage.

A young woman of quality
does not discuss such things.

This one does. I know marriage
isn't an easy thing for any of us.

How long can we go before someone
notices we're not getting any older?

Perhaps you fail to understand
our custom. No, I know, I know.

We'll have to travel. She'll have
to give up everything that she loves.

If she wants me to give her
children, I-- I can't give her those.

Theresa is not for you.

She is of noble blood.

I'm the son of
a clan chieftain.

You are the son of a barbarian.
You are a foreigner, an estranjero.

No, no. You forget her, my
friend. She is not for you.

I have already
spoken to her father.

Perhaps you should've
spoken to the lady first.

She will do as her
father instructs.

- You would ask her to deny her heart?
- Theresa deserves a gentleman.

And if she does not love
me now, one day she will.

You're wrong, Consone.
You're so wrong.

You... are
finished in Madrid.

Leave tomorrow,
or you will die.

The choice is yours.

No, Papa! I can't marry him!
Theresa, I am your father.

You will do as I say.
My decision is final!

Never. I'd rather die.

Theresa! Duncan!

You are too late. Consone.

I will speak to your father.
I'll make him see reason.

He already has.

His daughter will marry one
of Madrid's finest gentlemen.

Leave.

- She's my betrothed.
- No, I'll never marry you. I hate you.

I warned you.

Let's see if the barbarian
can die like a gentleman.

Theresa, go. No.
No, don't do this.

Otavio, you mustn't.
He's your friend.

No more.

No!

-No! Wait!
- Now you die.

- Leave us!
- Spare his life, and I'll marry you.

No!

Kill him, and I'll be in
a convent by nightfall.

Renounce him. Swear
never to see him again...

or ever speak of him.

Theresa, don't
promise him anything.

- I swear.
- Theresa.

I've given my
word. Now go.

Mac, it just looks
like a big circle.

It's a lot of things. It's a
discipline. It's a state of mind.

And you expect him to stand
in this thing while you fight.

Consone was the master of the circle.
This was his world. He'll come.

Why don't you just go after the guy? What
do you wanna play his game on his turf for?

Because it all
comes back to this.

Yeah, but, Mac, this isn't
poetry. It's a fight to the death.

Why do you want to give him
an edge you don't need to?

If Consone beat you before,
he might beat you again.

I'm better now.
Yeah, but...

maybe he is too.

Yes, they were
wonderful, Anna.

Fandango, soleadas
and the ballet grande.

I heard no one
moved quite like you.

No one. I was pretty
good, wasn't I?

Yeah. I thought my
Luisa would be better.

She will be.

She's all I have left, Duncan.
I don't want to lose her,

even if she never
danced again.

You won't lose her.

You certain you don't
know where he lives?

- What about where he takes her?
- Nothing.

How about the other
dancers in the company?

They tell each other everything,
but they're her friends.

I am the boss.
They'll never tell me.

And they've seen you with me
before. They know we're friends.

It does cause a
problem, doesn't it?

Then we'll just have to find
someone they don't know, won't we?

Come on

It's unlocked.

I'll get it.

Come on

- Oh, heh! I hope I haven't come at a bad time.
- Who are you?

- Richard Redstone. Nice
to meet you. Oh. Heh!

I'm sorry.

Richard who?

I, uh, I saw you down at the club. I got
your address from one of the musicians there.

- What's his
name? Um-- - Ramon?

Ramon. Ramon, that's i Anyway,
he said you might be interested.

- In what?
- In a job.

You see, I need three
flamenco dancers for my hotel.

It's free room and board, good
pay and private dressing rooms.

What do you say? Maybe.

Well, good. Good, good. But
there were three of you before.

Where's the other
girl? Is she here?

Luisa's not here. There are
just two of us right now.

Hmm. That could be a problem. Is there
any way I can get in touch with her?

We don't know
where she is. Sorry.

Oh. All right. Well,
thanks anyway then. Too bad.

Wait.

She made us promise
not to tell anyone, so--

Well, ladies, she'll never
know it was you who told me.

Oh, come on. You
gotta trust me.

Uh, 'scuse me. I'm
looking for Senor Consone.

I am afraid
no one is here.

- Do you know where I can find him?
- Are you a friend of his?

We go back a long way.

Oh, you came
for the wedding.

But you're too late.

Senora.

You are mad, senor.
What are you doing here?

I've come to see Theresa.

Senor Consone will kill you if he
sees you. Please... leave this place.

Not until I talk to Theresa.
Just for a moment. Impossible.

Then take her a
message from me, please.

Senor MacLeod, you
don't know what you ask.

Tell her I haven't
forgotten her.

I cannot forget her.

She hasn't been out of my
heart for the past two years.

Please, senora,
just for a momentito.

Come, senor.
Prepare yourself.

Only three months ago.

I shouldn't have told you.

Better you should think
of her as you knew her.

But she is happier
now. I'm sure of it.

- How?
- An accident.

What kind of accident?

The stairs.

She must have slipped.

Was she alone
when it happened?

Was he with
her? No, senor.

You mustn't say
such a thing.

Tialita, tell me the
truth. No one saw anything.

Tialita! We only heard.

But she never
stopped loving you.

It's made the senor
insane with jealousy.

Where is he? No,
senor. You mustn't.

Tialita, when she was alive, I promised to
honor her vow. Now I will avenge her murder.

Senor, no! Why?

She gave her happiness
to spare your life.

It was her dying wish
that you were safe.

I cannot just ride away.

If you don't, then my
Theresa died for nothing.

Nothing! I beg
of you, senor,

for her, for my
Theresa, ride away!

Live, senor.

Live.

But you're too late. Senor Consone
and Luisa got married this afternoon.

Senor Consone
gave me a week off.

Newlyweds-- you
know how it is.

Well, I came and
brought him a gift too.

Oh. Would you like to give it to
me? I'll make sure he receives it.

No, thank you, senora. I... would
like to give it to him personally.

As you wish.

That does look awkward.

Tell me, does it hurt?

Does it bother
you every day?

How did it happen?

It was an accident.
That's right, Anna.

A terrible accident.
September 1986,

on the Rue de Madelaine.

You were wearing a red
coat. You looked lovely.

Maybe it was the birds
that made you turn,

or maybe you heard
the roar of the car.

You were too late. No!

Tell me,

do you still move
with the same passion,

the same fire?

How is your dancing, Anna?

Such behavior.

Is that any way to greet
your new son-in-law?

You-- You
didn't!

No, no. It's not
you. It can't be you.

This is not possible. Luisa
was such a lovely bride.

Pity she'll die so
young. Oh, no! Not Luisa!

No, no! She's innocent! She is the
spawn of the two who betrayed me.

Remember? I told you Rafael
is only the first cut.

Kill me, not Luisa.
Kill me instead!

You, Anna?

I killed you that
day in the street.

Where's Consone?

Did my mother send you? Look. I love
her, but she can't keep doing this.

Where is he? He had an errand
to run. He'll be home soon.

Look, we're gonna get your things,
and I'm gonna take you away from here.

You don't know what
he is. I know enough.

What if I told you he'd
been married before? So what?

That the person that he married meant a great
deal to me. I think you should leave now.

He killed her. You're
as crazy as my mother.

Your mother isn't crazy.

Get inside.

Highlander. I always seem to
find you sniffing around my women.

Theresa was never yours.

Don't flatter yourself. She
never thought of you again.

No, no, no, Consone. What you
mean is she never spokeof me again.

She thought of me. She
thought of me every night.

Every time you touched her,
every time you looked at her.

That's why you killed her.

Young women. They wither
and fade so quickly.

Theresa was no different.

Yes, I killed her.

Have you met the
new Senora Consone?

She is quite a beautiful
flower, is she not?

You know, Consone, I'd forget about
her. I'd send her home to her mother.

Imposible.

Luisa is mine.

You think any woman would stay with
you once they knew what you were?

She can run all she likes.

If it takes another 20
years, I'll find her.

If she has a husband,
I'll kill the husband.

If she has a daughter,

I will seduce
the daughter.

- You son of a bitch!
You-- You-- -Easy, easy.

- That was a mistake.
- No!

It's too bad
for both of you.

Luisa, go.
Go! You--

I'll find you! And
I will have her.

And your noble sacrifice
will be for nothing.

Who said anything
about sacrifice?

Bravo,estranjero.

After you.

Still think you could make a
swordsman out of me, Consone?

You were born a pig farmer.
You'll always be a pig farmer.

And now you die
a pig farmer.

Duncan, what happened?

You don't have to worry
about Consone anymore.

Did the earth open
up and swallow him?

Did a mountain crumble on
top of him and bury him?

Not exactly. Then
she's not safe.

Oh, Mama, what
should I do?

I can't believe
I married him.

You're a widow.

But how?

We won't ask anymore.

Oh, Mommy.

So, you beat the master
at his own game, huh?

Consone thought the fight
was all about control,

about mastering every
step and every move.

when you do things...

beyond what your
body has learned,

that is beyond what your
conscious mind is capable of.

Duende.

I'm learning, Mac.

Duende.

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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