All language subtitles for Highlander s05e03 Manhunt.eng

All right. Let's
go, you guys! Okay.

Come on. Hustle it up. All
right, Barry. Give me your best.

Hey, man, it's simple.

They either want
me or they don't.

What are you, my agent or my mother?
I'm telling you 15's not gonna cut it.

I want 20 million, or by the
time spring training ends...

I'm gonna be playing
for Steinbrenner.

Hey, that's
not my problem.

Let the old man sell some more
cars, all right? Over there!

Carl Robinson! There
he is! Hey, Carl!

Look, I gotta go.
All right, later.

All right, all right. Hold up. Hold
up. Back up. Back up. Who's first here?

Hey, you know what? This looks like
the one Griffey hit off me last year.

Who you guys
rootin' for, anyway?

- You're looking pretty good out there today, Carl.
- "Pretty good"?

It could be better.

You gotta learn to pull the string,
throw the change. You follow me?

You can't do it all with heat. If
they start timing you, you're done.

Oh, is that a fact?
Hell, yes, it's a fact.

It's been a fact since I was in the minors.
If you weren't so arrogant, you'd know that.

That's a
fastball, you see?

Hey, Trey, will you
give the kid the ball?

The hitters get so far in front, they don't
know whether they're coming or going, huh?

Look. Later, Trey. I got some
things I gotta take care of.

Take care, kids!
And I don't?

Think I was
born in a swamp?

I was in the minors
10 years, Carl!

I caught Maddux and
Johnson and Smoltz.

I know things!

Know-it-all
son of a bitch.

Well, if it isn't the
great Carl Robinson.

Nice threads, man.

Yeah, I'll give you
the name of my tailor.

Look, what do you want?

Your autograph, star man. Like, I
just totally can't live without it.

Saw you playing on
TV the other night.

You got a problem with
southpaws. Yeah, so?

So... I'm a southpaw.

Look, man. Are you crazy?

You got the wrong place and the wrong
time. I ain't lookin' for no trouble.

Yeah, well, surprise, man,
'cause you just found it.

Oh-and-2.
Excellent.

Oh, man! Look at this car!

It's so cool!

It's fantastic.

No! No, you
don't understand!

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 verse

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

- How did you get in here?
- You MacLeod?

I might be. And who
are you supposed to be?

I'm asking the questions
here. What's this?

You can read. Well,
I'm working on it.

Maybe if you go
real slow, I can...

look at the pictures.

Hey, what-- Wait--
Where'd you get--

Come here!

Damn it. Come
here-- Hey, hey, hey!

I'm sorry. Watch
where you're going.

And where you
put those hands.

Uh, yeah. I'll try.

On my way out.
Apology accepted.

I get lots worse in
the subway, believe me.

I could show you marks.

So, is this place open
for business or what?

Yeah, um-- You couldn't
tell by the clients. I mean,

who's gonna join a dump in this
condition? That's mine. Thanks.

Yuck! What it needs--
fixing up. Big time.

Yeah. Um, uh,
I'm really busy--

You think I'm kidding. No.

You know it. I
know it. Mm-hmm.

Only, the dork who owns
the joint-- not a clue.

And you could sort him out?
Bet your cute buns I could.

So,

where do I find
this, uh, Neanderthal?

You're looking at him.

We're closed.

Nice suit.

Nice neighborhood.

Yeah, well, the penthouse
was getting a little boring.

Thought I needed a change.

I call it Chez
Carl's. What you think?

I think you've
looked better.

Well, I sure as hell
have felt better.

How is it out there?

TV, newspapers,
talk shows--

Carl Robinson
wanted for murder.

You got good coverage, Carl. Did
everything but take out an ad.

Oh, come on, man! You
think I wanted this?

Punk didn't give
me any choice.

Well, doesn't really make
much difference now, does it?

You know where I
was last week, Mac?

Havin' dinner with the
mayor and the governor.

Talked about my
game. Fastball.

Then they asked me if I ever
thought about going into politics.

You hear what
I'm sayin', Mac?

Politics! And they wanted
me-- me, Carl Robinson!

Yeah. Well, I guess you
always did have lousy timing.

Gonna twist your necks.

Now, don't you move, boy,

or I'll blow you away.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Duncan MacLeod.

Of the Clan MacLeod. Go!

Come on!

Good timing!

- Do you know who those men were?
- No, and I don't care.

You can't let 'em get away with
that. Ain't nothin' to do about it.

I know this is the South,
but there are laws. Yeah.

For white people.

I can help you find
them. Then what?

We take 'em to court?

Thanks for the offer, MacLeod, but all
I want to do is get my butt back north.

- Then what?
- Don't you worry about it, sir.

I got me some plans.

Hoo!

Baseball, huh? Hey!

Gonna be in the big
leagues. Yankee Stadium.

Strike out the
Babe himself.

How you gonna do that?

What you talkin' about?
You saw that pitch!

I got me one sweet arm, and
a fastball you can't even see.

That's not exactly
what I meant.

Oh, you mean, how can I when
they don't let no Negroes play...

except in that, uh,
new Negro league?

Yeah, something like that.

I don't-- I
don't know.

Guess I'll just have to
settle for something else.

You know, I could
get me an education.

I could be a politician.

Pass some laws.
Make some changes.

Yeah, that'd be something, wouldn't it--
slave to president to the big leagues.

All in one lifetime.

Come on, man, look. The only
ones after you now are the cops.

- Put it behind you.
- Oh, yeah, sure. What the hell, huh?

I've only been waiting for this
for, what, two, three lifetimes?

Now it's over, gone.

Look, it's
time to move on.

With what? I can't
get to my money.

I use my name, my credit cards,
they throw my ass in jail!

My face is all
over the place.

Come on. We'll
use my place.

We'll figure something out.
Be better than this hotel.

Hey, Mac--
Wait a minute.

I don't want to
drag you into this.

I'm already in it.

Fed.

Matthew McCormick,
Special Agent.

I'll be taking it
from here, gentlemen.

- You're the serial killer guy.
- Among other things.

But "serial killer
guy" will do.

There's only been
one murder here.

Very high-profile
murder, gentlemen.

Let's just say there's a certain
pressure to wrap it up quickly.

And make sure
it stays wrapped.

Nobody wants to screw up
one of these things again.

Do they? Let me guess.

Murder weapon was a very sharp
object. I don't suppose you found it.

No. Thought not.

And nobody knows where
Carl Robinson is, hmm?

No. I wouldn't worry.

I think we'll find him.

It just ain't fair,
man. Nobody said it was.

I watched them all try and
fail-- Malcolm, Martin--

I swore to myself that
if I ever had a chance,

I was gonna make
a difference.

Then some hotshot kid comes along and
throws my whole life in the crapper.

- You still have your life, Carl.
- Oh, yeah, right.

Look, you listen to me.

You start over. Go
to a new country,

new people, and after a
few years you try again.

- What, from the bottom?
- Hey, it's more than most people get.

Aw, man! How the
hell did they know?

Someone did their homework. Your
tax dollars at work. Hold on.

All right. Damn it, Mac.
Get me out of here, now!

Go! Easy, Carl.

At any time, you can
tell me what's going on.

You know what the
hell's going on.

Cops is what's goin' on.

There was an Immortal
with them, Carl.

What's he got
to do with you?

He's name's Matthew. Matthew
McCormick. He's a federal agent.

And what else?

Well, Mr. McCormick
and I, we go back aways.

Matthew used to own me.

I'd been a slave so long, Mac,
seems like it's all I can remember.

I was a hard worker.

It was never enough.

I was always a
stubborn Negro.

What you doin' there, Skinny?
You see I got me a full load.

Why don't you take yourself on and
wait for the next bin, now, hear?

Bought and sold so
many times I lost count.

Seth Hobart was
the latest one.

And he liked bein' master.

Then somebody went and knocked
up Hobart's youngest daughter.

Which one was it. Huh?
You point him out now.

-She had to name
somebody-- - This one here?

-So she said it was me.
- Robinson! Robinson, you son of a gun!

Yes, sir. Did you
defile my daughter?

No, sir. Don't
you lie to me!

Massa, please!
Massa, please! Don't--

Come back here,
you son of a bitch!

Hell, nobody
listened to me.

Nobody had to.

Come
back, you--

Don't shoot, Mr.
Hobart! Please!

Shot me in the back.
Left me for dead.

Only thing was...

I couldn't die.

I ran for days. I didn't
know why I was still alive.

I just knew that
for the first time,

I was free.

'Course, the reality was, dead
or alive, I was still a slave.

And freedom didn't
last too long.

These guys were-- They
were looking for a reward...

for bringing in
a runaway slave,

or they were just gonna sell me
for whatever the market could bear.

That was when I felt it.

It was the first time I'd
ever run into an Immortal.

It was McCormick.

Man, he used to come by
the plantation all the time.

He was married to
Hobart's oldest daughter.

Good afternoon.

Looking for another
boy for my spread.

Interested in
your fella, there.

At first, they
weren't interested.

Of course, I--
I'm willing to pay.

You must be awfully
attached to him.

Matthew bought me.

He paid twice
what I was worth.

I didn't know what the
hell to make of him,

but I sure the hell
thought I was dead.

Mr. Matthew, sir, you
gotta let me explain.

I didn't mean to run
away. It was Mr. Hobart.

He-He wanted to kill me!
You gots to understand!

No, please, sir.
Please, whatever you do,

just don't take
me back there.

Just don't take me back!

All
right, M--

Oh, God, no.

Oh, sweet Jesus.
Please, sir.

Please! Don't!

You got to let me live!

Now he wants to kill me.

Why now, when he could've
taken you back then?

What the hell
difference does it make?

You trust him?

I have to.

He knows about us.

Everything. Come on.

Hey.

Joe Dawson.

Let's just say I have a
soft spot for Immortals.

Well, I guess anybody who can play Delta
blues like that can't be too shabby.

Thank you, sir. You know, I'd
have to say the same thing...

about anybody who could strike out
Ken Griffey Jr. twice in one game.

Come on. Let me, uh, show you
this accommodation, all right?

I'll catch you later.
Where you goin'?

- Back to my place to talk to McCormick.
- Give it a rest, Mac.

You're wasting your
breath. Hey, what's to lose?

Oh, I don't know. Your
head. That's reassuring.

Mac.

The guy's good with a sword. He taught
me moves that I'm still working on.

Then maybe he can
teach me something.

Matthew McCormick,
I presume.

That's "Special
Agent" to you.

You're in my office.
And you're in my chair.

And I don't remember
inviting you.

You know what I
like about these?

If you had enough stairs,
they'd just go on forever.

Unless they're stopped.

- Kind of like us, hmm?
- No.

Just like us.

I checked you
out, MacLeod.

Far as I can tell, we're
not gonna have a problem.

Oh, there's just one.
You're after Carl Robinson.

I'm to serve the state.

Catch a killer, the world's a
better place. Don't you think?

For who? You
know what he is.

Serial killers, cannibals,

mad bombers-- psychopaths come in
all shapes and sizes, Mr. MacLeod,

and it makes no earthly
difference to me,

as my job's
simple-- I bury them.

Yeah, but there's
no murder here.

It was a fight between
Immortals. He had no choice.

Maybe not this time.

But this time,
I will have him.

For what? Carl
Robinson's no murderer.

Or are you the whole jury?

Let me tell you a little something
about your good friend Carl Robinson.

He's a murdering bastard.

And he always has been.

I wish we had
more time, Carl.

But the South is
gonna make a stand,

and with the war coming it's just
no good for a black man on his own.

Oh, no need to explain
to me, Mr. Matthew.

I got me a whole back full of reasons
why I shouldn't stay down here.

Still, I don't know.

Something about the South I'm gonna
miss. That seem strange to you?

It's not gonna be a whole lot
easier out there, you know.

You're telling me.

But I know what I am now.

I know how to survive.
You taught me that.

You'd have done the same.

No, sir.

No, sir, I wouldn't. See,
you taught me something else--

not every white
man uses a whip.

You've been more
than my teacher.

You've been a friend.

I reckon your best
bet is to head north...

for Chicago, maybe
even New York.

Yeah. Yeah, soon enough.

Just got a few things
I've gotta finish up.

Do any of those
things have a name?

This ain't none of your concern,
Mr. Matthew. The hell it isn't.

If you're talking about Seth Hobart,
forget it. Stay away from him, you hear?

The man is pure evil-- him
and his son. He shot me down.

You are immortal, Carl. It is
time to put away mortal concerns.

What else have I
taught you, hmm?

Forgiveness.

Forgiveness is the power that
breaks the chains of bitterness...

and the shackles
of selfishness.

And decency is something
else you've got to learn.

- Are you defending him?
- What I am is married to his daughter.

You leave him be, Carl. If you
don't, I'm gonna hunt you down.

You have my word on that.

Are you listening to me?

Yes, sir.

I hear you.

Carl?

Carl!

You there! You!

Get your black ass back to
work, or there'll be hell to pay!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You turn around when
I'm addressin' you!

Sweet Jesus!

Robinson! Afternoon,
Mr. Hobart.

You feelin' all right?
You're looking a mite peaked.

You're dead. I shot you.

Am I? Could a
dead man do this?

How do you like
it, Mr. Hobart, huh?

Oh, no. I'm
strong, Mr. Hobart.

I got strong workin'
in your fields.

Totin' your loads.
No more, Mr. Hobart!

No more!

- Daddy!
- You keep out of this, boy.

This here's between
me and your daddy.

You murdering nigger!
Murdering nigger!

No more.

Did you kill
those men, Carl?

You damn right I did.

MacLeod, Hobart owned me.

Same as a plow and a mule.

You know what that means?
Do you have any idea?

Beat me when
it suited him.

Whipped me like
I was a damn dog.

And I had no say about it,
'cause it was his right.

You should have
left it alone.

Oh, yeah, right. You gonna
tell me what I shoulda done?

You were never a slave. I'm not
telling you what you should have done.

Once you became immortal, you stopped
being a slave. You're one of us now.

Look, I didn't go there
meanin' to kill him.

But am I sorry I did? No.

And if you can't
understand that,

why don't you just go to
hell with the rest of 'em?

Best damn pitcher
this team's ever seen.

I don't know what the hell we're
gonna do without him. He's--

Oh, Jesus.

Scheduled to
pitch on Tuesday.

Tuesday.

Jesus, Carl.

God, we need this guy.

Robinson has just
thrown a no-hitter.

The crowd is loving it.

Hold it right
there, Robinson!

Hold it.

That's right, Ms. Shodden.

We'll have a car around there
later this afternoon. All right.

Look at the rage,

the anger, the
injustice of it all.

Just like every other
killer I ever brought in.

Doesn't matter-- young, old,
rich, poor-- they're all the same.

You'd never even
know he was one of us.

Yes, but heisone of us. He killed in
self-defense. Corman challenged him.

I don't give a damn about Corman.
Hobart was my wife's father.

Oh, is this about
justice or revenge?

I would have thought a man
like you would understand.

There's no statute of
limitations on murder.

Come on. You can't condemn
him for something we all do.

Things happen in an investigation.
Evidence goes missing all the time.

Somebody drops the
wrong glove, you know--

You're not asking me
to throw this case?

I'm asking you to do something
about this. He can't go to prison.

How long
do you--

How long before they find out
about him? About all of us?

I wouldn't
worry about that.

I don't think Carl's
gonna make it to trial.

Well, it's a
strange world indeed.

Look, McCormick-- Save your breath,
MacLeod. Somebody's just confessed.

And he wasn't
Carl Robinson.

What the hell
difference does it make?

Because he was drunk?
Maybe he's just plain crazy.

Who the hell knows why
Trey Franks does anything.

All I know is
I'm out of there.

You think it's right to let
Trey take the rap for you? Right?

What the hell does right
have to do with anything?

Man, this whole
immortality crap is a joke.

Every time-- I mean, every time I was
set to get somewhere, be somebody, bam!

Something comes along
and knocks me on my ass.

Now, MacLeod, a gift has dropped out of
the sky, and you want me to throw it away?

No, I just want you to get
an innocent man out of jail.

Oh, yeah, right. How am I
supposed to do that, huh?

Just tell the truth, right?
Keep it nice and simple?

Nothing is simple
and nothing is easy,

but you are gonna
do this, right?

MacLeod, when this whole
thing happened, my life ended.

Now I have it back!
I'm Carl Robinson again!

Oh, Carl the hero.
That must be great.

Mac, I can do things!
I can make a difference!

Yeah, and Trey can't?
Aw, come on, man.

The man is a nobody. He is
nothing. Less than nothing.

Like Carl the slave was?

Hmm? You don't even
want to go there.

Oh, yeah? Why not?
Because you suffered?

How much you got in the bank, Carl?
What difference does that make?

Five, six million dollars, a nice
apartment, that nice Lamborghini.

Is there some point
you're trying to make?

Yeah. Why don't you give the torture crap
a rest? Your slave days are long gone.

All right. Why don't
we look at it this way?

This is probably the best thing that ever
happened to old Trey, and I'll tell you something.

If that man wants his time in
the sun, I'm gonna give it to him.

- Not good enough.
- It'll have to do.

Why don't you come down to the
station and tell old Trey that?

- You take your hand off me.
- I'm not done.

I'm done.

Come on!

All right! Give
me your hand!

You want some more? Huh?
You want some more? Come on!

Get up. 'Cause
I'm not finished.

All right. All right!

I'll go. Come on. Help me.

Give me your hand.
I'll give you a hand.

- Oh! Oh, MacLeod!
- Not twice.

- Well?

- Come on, MacLeod!
- Your word.

I'll go!

Came to see if you
thought about renovating.

We could put the steam room over here. I
took the liberty off jotting down ideas.

Some aerobics over there. We
could do with a little bou...

tique.

MacLeod-- It's
a great idea.

Just couldn't wait
to get started.

Aah! Can't breathe!

We should have gone
through his lawyers.

Don't worry. They'll
let us see him.

Oh, you're pretty sure
of that, aren't you?

Hey, I'm the
star, remember?

Mr. Robinson?

It wouldn't be...
too much trouble?

To Jerry. He's my boy.

Got a pen?

So let me get this
straight, Trey.

You killed him because
he owed you money.

And he wouldn't pay.

So I went after him.

And you killed him
with a big knife?

More like a...
sword... kind of thing.

Look, I already told
this to the cops.

And, uh, after
you killed him,

Carl came along
and he got caught.

That's right.
That's what happened.

Did you hate this guy,
Trey? Yeah, I guess.

Pretty bad. Hmm.

So how come you lent him money,
this guy you hated so much?

I did it. Why don't
you just believe me?

'Cause it's not true.

I ain't talkin' anymore.

Trey. You know you
didn't do this. No. Trey.

You know it and I know it, and
you've got to tell the police.

Then they'd come
after you. Yeah, maybe.

But you can't throw
your life away.

I don't got a
life to throw away.

Look, it's not like I don't
know what I am. I know what I am.

I'm a joke. White trash.

I can't play
ball. I can't--

There was a time once I
thought I had something.

Well, I must have
been dreaming, hmm?

See, all I've been...

all my life is a zero.

Trey-- We
both know it.

Look. Growing up,

I hated guys
like you--

rich, black,
smarter than me--

and then I met you.

I seen you play, seen
the way you treat people,

what you had inside you.

And I stopped hating you.

I wanted you to win.
More than anything,

I wanted to help you win.

I know you did, Trey.

You gotta hear me, Carl.

See, it was the
first good thing...

I ever wanted.

If you can change someone like me,
think what you can do with your life

All the good things.

But you know,
man. You saw.

If you had to do it, you
must've had a good reason.

The world loses Carl
Robinson, it's worse off.

But Trey Franks?

There's no point...

to Trey Franks.

Let me do this, Carl.

Please.

It's all I got.

It won't go away, Carl.

Damn him!

Cracker-ass
son of a bitch!

It's not Trey you
gotta look at. It's you.

Damn him, MacLeod! I tell
the truth, I lose everything!

Everything I hoped for,
everything I dreamed.

Looks like I don't have
very many options, do I?

Looks like you
don't have any.

This isn't for you, MacLeod.
You know why I'm here.

You should have gone
north, Carl. Maybe so.

What happened in Louisiana
happened. I can't take that back.

No, you can't. But
you can pay for it.

Look, the world's different.
People have changed. Carl's changed.

Did you imagine redemption
came that easily?

No, what I imagined was there
was some justice in what I did.

- The men I killed were slavers.
- Those men were my friends.

I told you I'd
come after you.

Here I am. Who wins
here if one of you dies?

A man avenges
his own, MacLeod.

You think you're
honor-bound to do this?

Your honor won't be served by
Carl's death. Just your pride.

And your vanity.

There is no justice,
no redemption.

- I gave my word!
- Look, I don't hold this against you, Matthew.

You do what you have to,
just like I did what I had to.

I just have one favor
to ask you. What?

If you win this, don't you
let Trey take the rap for me.

The man thinks he's a piece of
garbage, but he's not. Nobody's garbage.

You tell him that.

Tell him his
life has a point.

Can I trust
you to do that?

Listen to what
he's telling you.

Listen to what he's
asking you. Look at him.

- Is this the man you want to kill?
- Get out of there, MacLeod!

You can forgive him!

You can forgive him!

Test was positive. Bloodstains
matched the murder victims.

Robinson's prints
are all over it.

If I had a crystal ball right
now, you know what I'd see?

I'd see you doing
ten to twenty.

Aiding and abetting,
accessory to murder.

All I did was bring it in.
Then you must know where he is.

No. Tell me, MacLeod!

Or I will book
you right now.

Time to make yourself scarce,
Mr. MacLeod. This could get ugly.

Let me talk to him, see if
I can settle this peaceably.

- He's already murdered one man, maybe more.
- Three minutes is all I ask.

That's all you've got.

- Mr. MacLeod is going in.
-Carl?

- That you, MacLeod?
- I'm coming in. I'm unarmed.

You ready for this?

MacLeod coming out.

He won't listen.

He said he won't go to jail
for the rest of his life.

All right. Brace yourselves,
people. This one is going down hard.

Drop it, Carl! Freeze!
Easy. Easy, now.

Carl Robinson, throw
down your weapon.

Put your hands
behind your head!

Unless you're looking to commit
suicide, Robinson, you'll put it down!

Drop the weapon!

For the last time,
you drop that weapon!

Carl, no!

It's clear.

Let's go. This window only
stays open for five minutes.

Now that you're dead, the police
aren't looking for you, and Trey's free.

Yeah, great. Did you have to
let them shoot me so many times?

Felt like the O.K.
Corral. Awful sorry.

Quit complaining, would ya?
You still have your head.

Yeah. It's
freezing in there.

Yeah, well, it's a morgue.
At least you're still fresh.

You know, you're
real funny, MacLeod.

Hey, who picked out these
clothes, anyway? Your mother?

You should
have killed him.

Trey.

I don't have
to talk to you.

No, you don't.

If it wasn't for you,
he'd still be alive.

They had me, damn
it. I confessed.

Yeah, but you didn't
kill anybody, did you?

Well, I didn't save
nobody either, did I?

You're wrong, there, Trey.

Oh, my God.
Yeah. I'm alive.

Look, don't try to understand
it, Trey. Just accept it.

You shouldn't be
here. It ain't safe.

Yeah, I know.

Look, Trey, I'm not gonna be
coming back here for a long time.

Well, take care, then.

- Don't forget to keep pulling the string, huh?
- Yeah, I'll work on that.

- And you got trouble with southpaws too.
- Oh, is that a fact?

Hell, yes, it's a fact.

If you weren't so arrogant,
maybe you'd know it.

I'll work on that too.

- Thanks, Trey.
- Yeah, what for? I didn't do nothin'.

You did a good thing. I won't forget
it. Don't you forget it either.

It's time to go.

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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