All language subtitles for Highlander s05e05 Dramatic License.eng

When I am gone, dream
me some happiness.

Nor let thy looks our
long-hid love confess.

Nor praise, nor
dispraise me,

nor blesse nor curse
openly love's force--

What is wrong, fair lass?

Oh, save me, kind sir.
Save me for pity's sake.

What miserable villain would
take liberties with one so fair?

Oh, a monster.

A depraved,
unspeakable beast.

Coventry.

Fear not. None
shall harm you...

save he first defeat me.

There you are!

Damned wench. I warned you what would
happen if you ever tried to leave me.

Now get back to
my bedchamber!

I would rather die.

Oh, you will wish it so,
once I have had my way.

The lady does not want you.
And any fool can see why.

I have flayed men
alive for less.

And I have heard
frogs croak louder.

You dare to insult
me? I believe I do.

Th-Th-Then you are a fool, and
you shall soon be a dead fool.

You must not know to
whom you are speaking.

Oh, I believe I
do. Now, let me see.

No, do not coach me.
I want to get it right.

A bully, a warthog...

and one who makes up
in sheer ugliness...

for what he lacks
in, uh, other areas.

You shall need more than fine manners
and a sharp tongue to save you now, sir.

- I have a sharp sword.
- Oh.

Oh, Duncan! Oh!

Drop the blade, or she dies. I
swear I'll kill her where she stands.

You coward! You harm
one hair on her head,

and you'll have to
answer to Duncan MacLeod.

Drop it. Drop it now.

Roxanne hoped that this
stranger would somehow save her,

but with the brutish Coventry's
blade at her throat, all seemed lost.

Hah! Then
suddenly--

And? And?

So what happens?
Does he save her?

For that, you'll
have to buy the book.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Carolyn Marsh.

Carolyn's available
to sign your books now.

Let's get in line.

For sure. She's
here right now.

I read her last book.

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

Well, that's it.

Would you believe I maxed
out all my credit cards?

Everything except
your library card, huh?

Speaking of books,

I have something I
want to read to you.

"As he strode into the room,
she felt her knees weaken.

"The dark eyes that roved over
her were the color of midnight,

his muscles as hard as the
Highland hills that formed him."

- Sounds like Shakespeare.
- Not finished.

"A mane of flowing hair to
rival Lancelot's charger."

Must be Fabio.

"This was the man her father
had hired to protect her--

"this barbarian,
this smoky-eyed Scot,

this Duncan MacLeod."

What?

What?

Coarse manners,
a hairy mole.

Coventry was swine
from head to toe.

A conniving,
backstabbing--

Gerald! Gerald!

Sir?

I will kill her. I will
absolutely kill her.

Buchanan Books.

Find out who's the editor of
this miserable piece of dreck,

and then find
me the author.

Immediately, sir.

I warned you you would never
get away with a stunt like this.

Well, now you're
going to pay.

I don't believe it. Neither do I.
"Muscles as hard as the Highland hills"?

I meant someone actually
writing this stuff.

I thought maybe you wrote it
yourself, except I met the writer.

Who is this Carolyn Marsh?
I thought maybe you knew.

- You don't think I'd tell some mortal about my life.
- You have before.

But not some
romance novelist.

Well, someone did, because
you are a best-seller, baby.

That's not fun--
Listen to this!

"Roxanne's breath came
in labored gasps...

"as he crushed
his lips to hers.

Her hands reached for his
kilt, where they found--"

Wait a minute! I
didn't read that.

Well, you know.

Oh, so it's a
little purple.

The prose, I mean.

Very funny.

This isn't even close
to the way it happened.

Terence wasn't a lout. I
was coming from Highgate.

I'd been riding so long, I was
starting to smell like my horse.

Help! Help me!
He's after me!

Sir, oh, help me,
please. I beg you!

What seems to
be the problem?

Oh, that pig!

He's trying to take advantage
of me maidenly honor.

It's a little late
for that, is it not?

So, thought you could take
advantage of a gentleman.

Oh, save me, kind sir, from
a fate worse than death!

Please! I beg your pardon, sir,
but this is none of your affair.

I'm afraid it is. It seems
you're distressing this... lady.

Stand clear, sir. This hussy
and I have a score to settle.

I beg to differ, sir. She's
under my protection now.

Do you know what you are
protecting? A lady in need.

That's no lady, sir.
I beg your pardon!

Your opinion of her
is of no matter to me.

I'm amazed how easily you can
discard what you have not heard.

Whatever she is she needs
my help. Oh, spare me.

I'm Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

- Oh.
- I don't wish to fight you.

But I will protect what's
left of the lady's honor.

Terence Coventry, and it's clear
she has none left to protect.

You've been duped, sir.
She's a common thief,

a barmaid who
stole my purse.

Harsh words, sir.
Where's your proof? There.

- Giddap!

Come back with my horse!

See? See how
chivalry is rewarded?

There is no justice!

I'd buy you an ale
to drown your sorrows,

but she stole
every penny I had.

At least you have a horse.

If you would not mind, sir, to
give me a ride to the next town,

- I'll buy the ale.
- Oh.

We can discuss the
death of chivalry.

Done! Gentlemen of our
caliber should stick together.

Especially when we're
taken advantage of by-- by--

A hussy of that sort?

Actually, I had a
better word in mind.

Biabest, giddap!

I say, MacLeod, you
could use a bath.

That's not me.
That's the horse.

Oh, my!

Duncan MacLeod?

No.

I'd like to speak to the editor
of the Carolyn Marsh books, please.

It's regarding the
Blade of the MacLeods.

You wouldn't happen to
be Scottish, would you?

No, I don't want to be put
through to her fan club, thank you.

You know, I can't believe
you're taking this so seriously.

Why not? This is
my name, my life!

What am I supposed
to do? Ignore it?

Well, well, well. Look
what the cat dragged in.

What's she doing here?

By the looks of it, I'd say
she's shopping for tenderloin.

Excuse me. Can I help you?

Please just tell me that
you're Duncan MacLeod.

Okay, I'm Duncan MacLeod.

Oh, but you're perfect.

Just perfect. Thank you.

Something smells
kind of funny in here.

It's probably lust.

Uh, Duncan, this is Carolyn
Marsh, the lady with the book.

You don't say!
Do I know you?

The book signing
this morning.

Oh! You know, I
have so many fans.

Just another face in the
crowd. You know how it is.

We need to talk. I agree.

And I think it would be so much
easier to discuss things over a drink.

Well, why don't we justall
sit and talk and have a drink?

- Oh, I don't think that's necessary.
- Oh, I do!

- This is business.
- Well, in that case, I insist.

Ladies! Ladies!
I can walk.

Your book's
quite imaginative.

And you're wondering
where I get my ideas.

A lot of people
ask that. Really?

Well, it's simple.
Duncan MacLeod is real.

For 400 years, the name's been popping
up in legends all over the world.

Scotland, Italy, Turkey.
Turkey? Imagine that.

Always the same story. A warrior
comes down from the Highlands,

fighting battles,
protecting the weak.

Always Duncan MacLeod.
What do you think of that?

Fascinating.

It used to drive me crazy, and
then I finally figured it out.

I know the truth.

The what?

Uh, uh, excuse
me just one--

Um, what is the truth?

What does man need most?

Besides that.

Heroes. And if there
aren't any, he creates them.

Duncan MacLeod exists because we want
him to exist. We need him to exist.

So, you don't actually
think it's the same guy?

Are you nuts? He'd
have to be immortal.

That's very funny.
About this book--

Books. A whole series of them, set in
different time periods. It's a gimmick.

But to really sell it, I need today's
Duncan MacLeod. And that's where you come in.

- That's where I get out.
- It's a gold mine!

I'm not interested.

Look, I've seen your "doh-bro,"
or whatever you call it,

and I've seen Dumpsters
with better facilities.

That's true, I agree,
but it's, it's him.

Well, I know you need the
cash, so what's the deal here?

There is no deal.

Well, maybe I should do a little
research into Duncan MacLeod.

Oh, what, and find out he was born in
the Highlands of Scotland 400 years ago?

-Maybe he has
something to hide.

What will it take for
you to get off my back?

Come to the party my publisher
is throwing. Just give it a try.

- If you don't
like it, I'm gone.

Or should I set the
research drones to work?

Okay, one time, one party.

No publicity, no
press, no pictures.

That's the deal.

Okay. Deal.

But try to come alone.

Not in your lifetime.

Uh, I'm just gonna go over
there for just one second.

No. I'll be back in one
minute. I'll be back--

Will you sign my book? Oh, hi
there. Um, yes, in a moment.

Please? Ohh. Thank you.

I hate this.

Oh, yeah, right.
Now, you agreed.

Besides, I don't remember
any torture chamber.

What other choice did I have? Oh, you
love being the Scottish action hero.

Oh, don't be ridiculous!

But I guess I'll
have to live with it.

So, Tim, what's the
body count so far?

So far, three reviewers and aVanity
Faireditor had to have smelling salts.

- Carolyn, it's
absolutely brilliant!

What did I tell you? Didn't
I tell you? He's a gold mine.

Oh, he's gorgeous,
that's what he is.

Camera's gonna love him.

- He's coming over.
- Be still, my beating heart.

-Oh, my!
- Duncan, this is my publicist, Tim.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure.

-Carolyn, in your
research on the MacLeods,

did you happen to come across any
archetypal women-- you know, goddess types?

Oh, he got tangled up with
someone once in, uh, Turkey.

But she was just a
cheap whore and a thief.

- Not really worth mentioning.
- Really?

Would you excuse us for a moment?
We've just got something to discuss.

In private.

What now? Maybe it's
the real Duncan MacLeod.

Funny. Very funny.

If it isn't the
superhero himself.

Duncan MacLeod.

Terence Coventry.

You here for me?

Don't flatter yourself.
No. I'm here for her.

If anyone had a reason to
kill her, it should be me.

I'm the one with my
name on the cover.

I'm the pig with
the mole on my face.

A hairy mole. Do
you see a mole?

Do I dress like a pig?

No, but, Terence, I
wouldn't worry about it.

It's just a book. It'll be
forgotten in... a few months.

Oh, fine for you to talk.
You're the damned hero.

I, meanwhile, am a
spineless coward...

who tries to kill
unarmed women.

You think that's bad? She called
me a cheap whore and a thief!

I was never cheap.

Terence, I don't
like it either,

but you can't kill
a defenseless mortal.

Says who?

Uh, hold that a
minute, would you?

We haven't finished yet.

She needs to
have an accident.

Break her writing arm.
Have her jaw wired.

No, I'd use poison.
Maybe a big rock.

What about a stake
through the heart?

I do like the
way you think.

Mr. MacLeod,
such a pleasure.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

There you are. You're not supposed to
be disappearing. That's not our deal.

You're on display. I don't
like being on display.

Don't pout. It's not attractive.
Your public's waiting.

I tell you what. You've made your rounds
already. Why don't we get out of here?

Why, Duncan, that would be
premature evacuation, n'est-ce pas?

Why the rush?

Uh, I'll tell you later.

Where are we going?
Bali? The Highlands?

Oh, anywhere you
like. Okay, your place.

- What, now?
- Excuse me.

Uh, now, now. See that guy?
He tried to steal my wallet.

Hold on, please.
Carolyn! Carolyn!

Did you try to take his
wallet, sir? Do I know you?

It's simple, really.

Duncan MacLeod is every
woman's sexual fantasy--

a warrior with the
heart of a poet.

I'd really love
to meet him.

But he's more than that.

He's a man of
ethics, principles.

He's a tragic
romantic figure.

And if he didn't exist,
we'd have to invent him.

So what did you learn from this
fantasy? Do you really want to know?

Oh, absolutely. The first
time Duncan MacLeod turns up,

he's a chieftain's son,
raised to lead a Highland clan.

He fell in love with the daughter
of a neighboring chieftain,

but she was pledged in
marriage to his kinsman.

You know, a real Romeo
and Juliet kind of thing.

Aye, you're a good lad.

Duncan!

Their love was so strong, so
pure, it couldn't be denied.

But he gave it
all up for honor.

You spoke to me
father. What did he say?

Aye, we spoke.

Oh, Duncan, no.
We love each other.

He nay moved, Debra. You're to marry my
cousin Robert, and that's the end of it.

You're the chieftain's son. There
has to be something you can do.

Do you not think I've tried? This is a joining
of the clans, the Campbells and the MacLeods.

Our clans will be
joined when I marry you.

You're pledged to
him. We cannot be.

When you look at this,

think of me.

What are you saying?

I'm leaving.

Then take me with you. We'll go
together, start over somewhere.

I'll nay dishonor you,
Debra, nor shame my family.

I will marry him if I must,
Duncan, but please do not leave me.

I have to see you, even if
it's only across the village.

You're the love of my
life, Debra Campbell.

Two strong men in love
with the same woman?

Of course there
was a fight.

Damn you, Duncan! You've
turned her heart against me.

She cannie help her heart!
No more than I can help mine.

You'll not make
me a cuckold.

Draw your blade.

On a clansman?
Let me pass.

Not before you give
me satisfaction.

Robert, we've been
friends all our lives.

I cannie fight you.

Coward!

If you were not kin, you'd
be dead where you stand.

You'll not walk away on
this! Not while I live.

A challenge is made-- no MacLeod
can turn his back on such words.

- But, Father, he's kin.
- And you're a chieftain's son!

Robert, withdraw the challenge.
I dinna want your blood.

Aye, but I want yours.

You have your
satisfaction.

Robert. Robert!

Duncan.

You can't die, Robert.

He killed his own cousin,
the boy he'd grown up with.

After all this,
it wasn't to be.

Debra! The tragic part
is she died anyway.

All the love in his
heart couldn't save her.

No!

Debra!

He left his clan
shortly after that.

Just rode away
into the mist.

They say he's wandered
the world ever since.

Yeah.

You know, they still tell that story
in a little village in Scotland.

Glenfinnan. On the shores
of Loch Shiel, yeah.

How did you know?

It's in your book.

You're right. And I thought
you weren't a fan. Well--

Imagine the loss.
Wandering the earth alone,

longing for love,
companionship, warmth,

Yeah. with no one to truly
understand his soul...

and to share his pain.

Would do anything for that man.
I would willingly be his slave.

Yeah, but no, it's not-- I want
it! You want it! Stop fighting!

Well, yippee-ki-yay.
The rodeo's in town.

Didn't you ever
learn how to knock?

Oh, you'd be surprised what I
learned. Would you like me to show you?

Amanda, this isn't
exactly what you think.

What I'm thinking, Duncan,
you don't want to know.

- Uh-- - Thirty bucks for the
cabbie who brought me back.

Uh, oh, yeah, of course.
Right here. Look, uh--

I'll go and pay
it right away.

And
don't--

Just don't.

Keep the change.

Oh, not now!

Where is she? Who?

Do you think I'm a fool? Carolyn
Marsh, the author. Who else?

A sable mane,
muscles hard as hills.

Eyes like...

potatoes, or whatever
the hell she said.

You're sleeping with her.

Uh, why would I
want to do that?

To make yourself look good
and to make me look a fool.

I swear, I haven't been
anywhere near her. No?

"As Duncan's lips
crushed her to him,

her hands went
to his britches."

Kilt. Bastard!

Well, you know.

Don't get
between us again.

Damn elevator's never
there when you want it.

Where is she? She's gone.

- On the elevator?
- On her broom.

Oh, no! Oh!

Oh, Carolyn, wait. I don't
think you should go home tonight.

Oh, right. I don't think your girlfriend will
understand. There's nothing to understand.

Oh, man. First thing you do is get yourself
to that all-night florist on Water Street.

Two dozen white roses
should do the trick.

Oh, no, not again.

Back door. The back door?

I'm an author. Carolyn!
Carolyn! Where are you?

I know you're here somewhere.
I heard her voice. Didn't I?

- Where is she?
- She's not here, Terence.

She's not here.
Look. Go home.

I shall not forget this.

You, sir, are a skunk!

A skunk.

Oh, great.

"Her naked flesh
trembled under his touch.

"Slowly, slowly she lay
back on the satin pillows,

"letting them caress
her ivory skin.

"She was about to be transported
beyond any world she had ever known.

"Her every breath anticipated
what she knew must come.

"Her silken blonde tresses cascaded over
both their bodies as he caressed her.

"She had been
kissed by men before,

but never like this."

Tell me. I must know. Am I
just another conquest for you?

Oh, Melanie. Out of all the women I have
been with, none could ever match you.

If I live a thousand
years, none ever could.

Then take me. Take me.

Duncan? Duncan?

- Look who's here!

Isn't he beautiful? Mr. MacLeod--
Duncan-- I'm so glad you could make it.

Oh, that's okay. Could
we have a word, please?

Not now, Duncan. We've got to get to
work, and you've got to get into character.

I had this flown in from
Western Costume in Hollywood.

It's real Clan
MacLeod tartan.

It's very nice, but I'm not here
to play Duncan MacLeod for you.

Oh, I see. Well, put it
to me in two words or less.

Terence Coventry.

Tim, give me five.

Why bring up Terence Coventry?
He's the villain in my book.

And he was at your
party yesterday.

Drop the act, Carolyn. What's
between you and Terence?

All right.
Terence and I--

We were once an item.

- And?
- And now we're not.

Oh. So you made him the villain in
your book just to get back at him.

Writers do it all the
time. And he deserves it.

You expect him to walk
away and do nothing?

I don't want to
talk about this.

That's a switch. Look, I don't
need advice from a cover model.

Are you gonna do this
Duncan MacLeod thing or not?

Hmm. Not.

Well, who's gonna
wear the kilt?

Mel Gibson.

I told you she was trouble.
Why go there in the first place?

To try to get her to stop. She
can't keep doing this to Terence.

Can't keep doing
this to me either.

What, making you a
hero? That's a problem?

She tried to get
me to wear a kilt.

Really? I-I kind of
like you in a kilt.

You've got nice legs.

Thank you. Very flattering.
But no, thank you.

Mmm. So you're finished
with all this, then?

Absolutely. Very nice.

-I just love all of your books.
- Enjoy.

Thank you.

Who shall I
dedicate this to?

How about Terence,
the beastly boor?

In case you haven't
noticed, I'm busy.

I know. Sticking
knives in my back.

I have a right
to make a living.

Not like this. You
can't do this to me.

- Do you see a mole?

Am I that ugly?
I ask you again.

Am I that ugly?

Here. Let me
write something.

- "Dear Terence,
Screw you."

I suggest you take a hike
before Duncan MacLeod gets here.

Oh. You put me
down right now!

I will scream!
Go ahead, scream.

Thanks.

Now, if you thought Terence
was that mad, why did you leave?

Because she made me mad, and
it was turning into a circus.

Right. So she pisses you off,
and you leave her to the wolves.

Oh, hey, I would've
done the same thing.

Well, good. Glad
that's sorted out.

But what would the real
Duncan MacLeod have done?

I am the real
Duncan MacLeod.

Well, I don't know what
the fuss is all about.

To tell the truth, it wouldn't
bother me if you did kill her.

You here for me?
I'm here for her.

- What?
- Oh, no!

MacLeod!

I think when the going gets
tough, the tough go shopping.

What did he look like?

Well, he was a
handsome brute.

He was so insistent. Threw her over his
shoulder and dragged her out of here.

Oh, it was
incredibly romantic.

Did you catch
a name? Sorry.

Oh, wait. He left this.

Terence.

What did I say?

Terence, it's my book, and
I'll put in it what I want to.

Not when you use
my name you won't.

And how can you make me
such a tasteless bastard?

I suppose I should've
made you the hero.

You should never have written
any of it. Are you finished?

Carolyn, why are
you doing this?

Look, Terence, let's
just call it quits.

I'll go my way,
and you'll go yours.

And what about the book? That's
all you're interested in, isn't it?

Wait until you
see the sequel.

No. No, it's not all
I'm interested in.

Look, just come to the
house tonight for dinner.

What, so your servants can hold me down
and you can put a knife through my heart?

It'll just be you and me. I'll
even make dinner. All by yourself?

And then we'll sit around
for the next five hours...

while you tell me what a hero you've
been and how many women you've had?

You talk, and I'll listen.

That'll be
something different.

Please, just say yes.

Maybe.

I think Duncan'll
like this. Don't you?

He'll love it... on me.

Well, I think you should get last year's
model. I hear it's a little roomier.

Why spend money on a dress? It'll come
right off the first guy gets within 15 feet.

You both look
absolutely fabulous.

Are you sisters?

Listen, honey, I'd forget MacLeod.
You are way out of your league.

He and I go
back a long way.

And to think, I wasn't
going to bring age into this.

Listen, you garden-variety
slug, I read your little book.

You think you're gonna turn
MacLeod into your fantasy lover...

with you as the
damsel in distress?

Get real. Just look at
you. You're not even close.

You never will be.

How dare you!

What did I say?

Hey, are-are you okay?

What difference does
it make? Just go away.

You're not okay. What
the hell do you know?

I know when someone's a
complete wreck when I see them.

Look, don't cry. It's gonna be
all right. It's gonna be all right.

That's a $5,000 dress.

Put it on my card. Would
you just tell me about it?

No.

There's this man.

When isn't there?

It's not MacLeod?

Are you in love with
him? No, I hate him.

No, you don't. Take it from
me. Just tell me what happened.

You were right. I'm
out of my league.

He said that to you? He
didn't have to. I just know.

Rule number one with men: You
never assume what they're thinking.

Look, I'm sure there's thousands
of guys who would be thrilled...

to be book covers
for Carolyn Marsh.

Carol Ann Marshak.
From Newark, New Jersey.

Carolyn Marsh is the kind
of name publishers like...

because it's classy
and elegant, like you.

Come on. You
had me fooled.

Right. Maybe if I lived a few hundred
years like you, I could get it right.

How much do you know?

A little.

A lot.

Oh, boy. And the books, all that
stuff about theBlade of the MacLeods?

Well, they're true stories. And it
was a good way to get back at Terence.

Terence. You're in love
with Terence Coventry?

I was.

We met about six years
ago at a charity ball.

Everyone was in costume, and he
looked so good in his waistcoat.

And then he started telling me
these stories about some relative...

who'd been a wandering bard
and a swordsman for hire.

I told him he should write a
book, and he just laughed at me.

And I fell in love. Well, why
not happily ever after, then?

Well, he told me
about being immortal--

that the stories were true,
and they were about him.

I mean, it was everything I'd ever
dreamed of, read about my whole life.

He'd been there. He'd been
with princesses and queens.

He was gonna live forever.

And me? I'm just
gonna get old and fat.

And I'll always be from Newark.
It was just a matter of time.

And so you left him first, and then you
changed all the stories and came on to MacLeod.

I wanted to hurt him,
to make him angry.

Well, congratulations.
It worked.

If he doesn't kill
you, he's gonna kill--

Oh, my God! MacLeod.

Turkey.

Oh! What are
you doing here?

Where is Carolyn?

On her way.

We'd like to be alone,
if you don't mind.

You don't think I'm gonna
leave her here with you, do you?

Always the hero. Sounds like you're
starting to believe your own publicity.

What are you planning to do? Be the
lady's champion on a white charger?

If I have to.

Not again. Not now. You're
not a very good cook, are you?

How dare you,
sir! En garde.

- Are you nuts?
- No, I'm not nuts.

I should've finished you
off back then. Back when?

You couldn't even finish
off a meal. Hah! Missed!

Yah! Ha-ha! No, I didn't.

All right.

Oh, so, you wanna
get serious, huh?

Huh?

Oh, Carolyn, hi.
We were just, uh--

Fighting over
me? How romantic.

Uh, no. Yes!

Yes! You won't have her!

- I don't want her!
- Then why are you here?

I'm trying to keep
her away from you!

What kind of hero are you,
coming between a man and his wife?

- She's your wife?
- Like you didn't know.

- I didn't!
- He didn't.

- You didn't?
- He didn't.

- I wouldn't!

- There is nothing
between me and Carolyn.

- That's true.
- Then why did you leave me?

She loves you,
you big dope!

What? What?

Is she serious?

I give up. What's
there to understand?

What did you think was
gonna happen, Terence?

All those stories about Terence Coventry,
world's greatest hero, world's greatest lover!

- You swept her off her feet!
- Well, of course I did. I did?

- Then what did I do wrong?
- You were too good to be true.

What woman wants to
compete with Helen of Troy?

But she can!

You can.

Those stories
I told--

I told them to you
because I trust you,

because I wanted
you to know me.

Those people, those
places, they were my life.

But you-- you, Carolyn,
you are my life.

Oh, Terence.

Isn't that romantic?

Let's get out of here before
this gets embarrassing.

Why can't you be
more like that?

Um, I, uh, charged it.

On what? Your
library card?

Think of it as a birthday present.
Hey, come back here! Amanda!

I'm such a sucker
for romantic stories.

I couldn't tell.

So, do you think they'll
live happily ever after?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Oh, you're vain.

And you are, and will
always be, a big Boy Scout.

That's why you love me.

Do we love each other?

In our own way.

What way is that?

Amanda, you know this
conversation never turns out well.

No, wait. What
never turns out well?

When we try to dissect what we
are. You sound just like a man.

I am a man. Oh, that's
beside the point.

Amanda,

what we have is
incredibly special.

It's just not
mortal love. So?

So I want you to be honest
with me. Can you do that?

Hmm? Tell me. Talk!

How many years
could you see us--

no, decades
or centuries--

can you see us
spending together?

I'm not talking about
every now and then.

I'm talking about
every day, every hour.

What, you mean till one
of us kills the other?

Exactly my point.

It's just not fair.

All a girl wants
is a little romance,

to be swept off her
feet every now and then.

Oh, now that's
more like it.

Stop.

I do love you, Amanda.

"His hands caressed
the nape of her neck,

"hands that had killed, hands that
could wield the mightiest sword,

"yet now they were
at her service--

"gentle, strong,
sensitive,

"tracing the delicate line
of her hair, down her throat,

"gently slipping her gown
from one creamy shoulder.

Her breath quickened as his mouth
approached the newly bared flesh."

Put the book down. But
it's just getting good.

We can do better.

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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