All language subtitles for Highlander s06e03 father.eng

You, hunt!
Jawohl, Kapitan!

Against the wall!

That way! That way!
Over here! Over here!

You men search down there!

Hold him here,
against the wall.

Schnell! Schnell! Check
in there! Check in there!

Gisella Weisshaus,
Elie Grotch,

Rose Trilling,
Benjamin Woll.

Up there! Up there! On the
roof! They're on the roof!

Take the stairs!

Come over here!

-We must hurry.
- Alex?

Put it on. No, thank you.

It's our only hope
to get past them.

I have to finish
this first.

If they find you,
they will kill you.

Compared to this, my
life means nothing.

Not to me.

My schöne shiksa.

Max. If something
should happen to me,

I want you to use this
to restore our people.

Yes, Papa. I
love you, David.

Max, get in the
secret place. Hurry.

Only this is important.
There's no more time.

Protect Max and
finish this. David.

Nothing matters
more than this.

Who's here?
Come over here!

Schnell! Schnell! Come on!

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

Your turn, George.

Please, Duncan, there's no
need to state the obvious.

Everything okay?
What? No, I'm fine.

I just don't like
being retired.

One minute, you're changing
your grandson's diapers.

The next thing you know,
he's managing your bank.

But I'll tell you,

that kid could find a penny
at the bottom of the ocean.

Tell me, Duncan, do you think it's only
good deeds that define a man's soul?

Why do you
ask, George? Oh.

Something troubling you? Just
too much time on my hands.

Finally catching
up on my reading.

You know, great tragedies
of good men and temptation.

Dickens, Goethe,
Mickey Spillane.

This will make
three, George.

Ooh! Ah, enough. Enough.

Have pity on
this poor old man.

Well, just this once.

Yeah, but it's
not just this once.

Well, here you go, George.

Thanks, yeah. Did we
have money on this?

Mm. Let me think.
Mm-mm, possibly.

How much? Should
I name a figure?

No. No, no, no.
I'll name a figure.

Mm-hmm. Right.
There you go, George.

You'll need those next
week. Mm-hmm, yeah.

How's, uh, Grant doin'?

I just hope he meets
a nice girl one day.

I could do with
some grandchildren.

Stay out of
trouble, George.

What sort of trouble can
a man at my age get into?

Well? He's dead, Max.

Now we talk to the boy.

He has to know about this.

That money is ours.

We must have it back,
whatever it takes.

We never... forget.

Max, when the war is over, you know
what to do with this list, right?

Yes, Papa.

I can't believe this.

A bomb. Did you hear that?

They told me
it was a bomb.

I'm sorry.

Why should anyone do this?

I don't know. Did
George have any enemies?

Did he receive
any threats lately?

Threats? Enemies?
No. You're sure?

Everybody loved the guy.

Not everybody.

Monsieur, I have to
ask you some questions.

Yeah, just a moment.

The police wanna talk
to me. Will you be okay?

Yeah. Yeah,
I'll be okay--

right after they get the
bastard that did this.

Excusez-moi, monsieur.

That's a neat trick.
Here's another one.

I got a Sig Sauer "P" 226
nine-millimeter right behind your seat.

Average muzzle velocity--
roughly 2,000 feet-per-second.

Now I can only really guess
where your spinal cord is,

so it's gonna take a few shots
before you become paralyzed for life.

But, hey, what's a couple
of kidneys between friends?

Never a cop around when
you need one, is there?

Look, what do you want? I wanna finish
what I started with your grandfather.

I don't have
time for riddles.

I'm talkin'
about the money.

Look, I've got a couple of
hundred in my wallet. I mean--

Sixty million dollars.

You know, let me just
bring you up to speed here.

I've had a really
bad day today.

I'm a little moody.
Cranky, you know?

Could be P.M.S. or it could be because
you're pissing me off so much...

I won't be able
to control myself.

Let's work something
out. That's better.

What do you want me to do?

Go over those bank records and
look for the name "David Leiner."

Then we'll talk.

My number.

And don't worry, 'cause
I've already got yours.

You still haven't
given me the answer.

I gave you the
answer, Cameron,

just not the one
you want to hear.

- Marry me.
- I can't.

That's not nearly good
enough. It has to be.

Tell me you don't love me.

Go on. I'll never
ask you again.

There are things you
need to know about me.

I know everything
I need to know.

Do you? Do you
know how old I am?

What difference
does that make?

My earliest memories are
of my tribe-- the Carvetii.

We lived in Cumbria.

My father was a warrior
and my mother a priestess.

What are you
talking about?

- My life.

It was a good life...
until the Romans came.

The rest of the world
wasn't enough for them.

They had to have Cumbria.

And for every
one we killed,

five more came.

- It's a lovely story.
- It's not a story.

And you think I'm actually
supposed to believe that?

I love you.

You are my heart.
You are my soul.

And what I am
telling you is true.

I am immortal.

Alexis!

Gerard?

Explain yourself.
Leave him alone.

- Your time has come.
- Back away from her!

Give me the
sword, Cameron.

No!

You're a dead man, Gerard!

My love.

Oh, Cameron.

Oh, kiss me.

No!

No!

You can't run away from
me now, you bastard!

No, please! I beg you!

You beg me?

You've destroyed the
best part of my life.

All of his goodness and
all of his light-- gone!

The only man I've loved
in a hundred years.

And you beg me for life?

No, please. I beg you.

Beg all you want. You
don't deserve to live.

Mercy! Please, mercy!

Mercy, my ass.

Interesting style.

Chasing an unarmed opponent on
horseback and then taking his head?

- Was he a friend of yours?
- No.

Then we have no quarrel
unless you choose to make one.

- Some other time.
- Some other time.

You responsible for this?

It's none of
your business.

Wrong. This time,
it is my business.

This time, it was
a friend of mine.

Then we have a
problem, haven't we?

I'm Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.

Alex Raven.

See ya around,
Duncan MacLeod.

Oh. Yes, you will.

When it is over,
the sword is yours.

Just before the dawn

See me rising

Got to see me rising

Just before the dawn

See me flying

Got to see me flying

Rising

Got to see me rising

Rising

You were looking
like the only child

You were looking
like a broken child

You were looking
like the only child

You were looking
like a broken child

You were looking
like the only child

Lookin' like
the broken child

Duncan, what gives?

I have a few questions. A little
pressed for time right now.

Oh, a couple
minutes should do it.

Mm. Going somewhere?

Out of town.
Couple of days.

The bank, the press.
You know how it is.

Yeah, yeah.
You goin' alone?

Alone? Sure. Why?

Oh, I just thought maybe
she was going with you.

- Who?
- The girl I saw getting out of your car today.

Girl? My car?

Tall, beautiful,
long hair.

Kinda hard to miss.
Doesn't compute.

Mm. Black Daimler, right?

Right car, wrong people.

Friends don't
usually lie to me.

Pull up a minute, Duncan.

You asked. I told.

You don't like
it, too bad.

Where is she? This is
getting a little old.

Get going. Go
on. Outta here.

What are-- What
are you doing? Now.

Move away from that. MacLeod,
you're like a bad penny.

I said move away.

I'm in a bit of a hurry here, so why don't
you just fetch us something cool to drink.

Very cute. Maybe I should
let you arm that bomb too.

It's already armed.
I'm trying to disarm it.

Right.

The yellow wire.

Maybe you've got
a bridge for sale.

Have it your way.

- The yellow wire.

I told you.

Now maybe you'll be a good girl
and tell me about the rest of it.

Move it or lose it. Not
until you talk to me.

I've got nothing
left to say.

That's the best
that you can do?

We'll see.

Not bad. Maybe I'll take
some lessons sometime.

You're gonna need 'em.

You were saying? Say
good-night, MacLeod.

Damn.

The truth, Grant.

Your guess is
as good as mine.

And you have no idea
what she wants? No.

You're running out of excuses,
and you're running out of time.

Are you crazy?

It's disarmed.

I'm trying to
save your life.

That bitch-- she killed my grandfather,
and she said she'd kill me too.

Go on.

A couple of years ago,

my grandfather got the
bank into leveraged bonds.

That's a pretty risky investment
for a conservative man like George.

Tell me about it. He
wanted to retire big-time.

The bottom line
is they tanked.

The bank was going
under. We needed money,

as in cash--
truckloads of it.

Along come these businessmen,
offered to bail us out.

We don't ask
any questions.

"Businessmen"?

International traders,
according to them.

Russian mafia, according
to everybody else.

And they were the ones
who threatened George.

Not if he cooperated, but
he couldn't keep it up.

One day, he pulled the
plug. He'd had enough.

So, why didn't you
go to the police?

Scandal. The last thing George
wanted was a run on the bank.

Everything he'd worked for
would be gone overnight.

And what's stopping
you now? I don't know.

How's fear?

End of story. My
bank, my problem.

I'll handle
it. No, no, no.

You can't handle
it. No police.

No. No police. Can
you contact this woman?

I have a telephone
number. That's all.

Then call her. It's
time to set up a meeting.

Okay.

We've gotta stop
meeting like this.

And you've gotta stop
trying to blow up my friends.

I don't suppose you'd believe me if
I said I had nothing to do with it.

Not at the moment.

One more time?

Good thing I followed you.

What are you doing here?

She had a sword in her
hand. She was gonna kill you.

- I could've handled it. You didn't have to shoot her.
- You're welcome.

What the hell was she
doing with a sword anyway?

Let's get you outta here.

That bitch killed
my grandfather.

And she said she'd kill me,
and she was about to nail you.

And now she's dead.

Now, what is your problem?

Look, if she's part of the Russian
mafia, maybe they'll send someone else.

Great. How long do I have
to stay cooped up here?

I'll let you know. Duncan?

Yeah. All
this, um--

Our little secret, right?

The whole world thinks
my grandfather was a hero.

I'll try and
keep it that way.

At least you didn't
kill me while I was dead.

For the record, I had nothing
to do with you getting shot.

Now who's got the
bridge for sale?

You're not gonna
kill Grant. Kill him?

You're worried
about me killing him?

First of all, that son
of a bitch just shot me.

And secondly, I'm
trying to keep him alive.

Why?

I'll let Max tell you.

Duncan MacLeod,
Max Leiner.

I think it's time
you two should meet.

He didn't kill anybody, and
he doesn't speak Russian.

Then why are you interested
in Grant and the bank?

Because they
stole $60 million.

It's true, Mr. MacLeod.

Come again? Blood money.

The Nazis killed David, Max's
father, and they left me for dead.

He knows about us?

Yeah, he knows.

Hurry, Hans!
Jawohl, Kapitän!

I'm all right. See?

I'm alive.

But how?

Max, can you
keep a secret?

I'm not like other people.

You mean you're
an angel. No, no.

I'm not an angel.
Yes, you are.

- Max, listen to me.
- Like the one who came to Abraham to wrestle Jacob.

Papa said you'd
come to protect us.

I just had to believe.

Now I believe. Well, if
David said it, it's true.

I'll protect you,

but you gotta keep
it secret, okay?

I can keep a secret.

I know you can.

You know, you've got
your father's eyes--

strong ones, good ones.

You're gonna be
an important man.

And he's gonna be
so proud of you.

And I can protect you.

I'd like that.

Alex? Yeah?

I won't tell.

And he's kept it a secret
for all of these years.

Not many survived
the Warsaw Ghetto.

I had to.

What's that? Not "what".

"Who." "Gisella
Weisshaus, Elie Grotch."

Rose Trilling,
Benjamin Woll,

Alex Bermann, Bert Linder.

I know them all by heart.

People hid their money in
foreign bank accounts...

before their families were
rounded up and taken to the camps.

And you think George
Thomas's bank was one of them?

They have millions of dollars stolen
from our dead, and they deny it.

That's where Grant comes in.
He's just like his grandfather.

Tries to bury me
under paperwork.

Doesn't realize he's dealing
with a human shredder.

Yes, but there must be some way to trace
the money-- some proof, some records.

There's a safe somewhere
in Grant's house.

That's what I was looking for before I
found the bomb and you crashed my party.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I
remember. I remember.

But I've known George
and Grant for years.

Mr. MacLeod, I
am an old man.

Many things I have seen.

Some things I still
cannot speak of.

I have looked into
the face of darkness.

Do you know what
that face looks like?

It looks like you.

It looks like Alex.

It looks like me.

Hey. Where are you going?

To find out why
Grant lied to me.

Go home, Max.
Wait for me there.

We make better friends
than enemies, MacLeod,

now that you
finally trust me.

Who says I trust you?

Why are you doing this?
'Cause I loved Max's father.

Because it
needs to be done.

That all? That's enough.

Sure you got
the right room?

I've got the right room.

Grant.

You got the
right room, huh?

Go.

Go! Go! Go!

I knew it. Now we can
match the deposit records...

to the account
numbers on Max's list.

Yeah, and then they
get the $60 million.

What are you
doing with that?

You wanna open this thing
or send it into orbit?

You got any better
ideas? Let's hear it.

Yeah, if you got
a nail file. What?

Watch and learn.

This I've got
to see. Shush.

- Where'd you learn how to do that?
- Friend.

It's empty. It's empty?

I could've told you that.

I told you, MacLeod.

What do you expect from a guy
who shoots a woman in the back?

But you don't listen, do you? Would
you be quiet at least for 10 seconds?

What the hell does it
take to kill you guys?

Why don't you
come and find out?

Tell me, Grant, why'd
you kill your grandfather?

Conscience. Conscience?

Not mine. His.

The old man was
only getting older,

didn't want to meet Saint Peter
with pockets full of stolen money.

He was gonna give
it back? Yeah.

She actually convinced him
it was the right thing to do.

So you blew him up.

Duncan, I'm a banker.
I don't do bombs.

They do bombs.

And they were the ones
that planted one in here.

I had to throw suspicion off
me. Shame you disarmed it.

-So there is no Russian mafia.
-Sure there is.

Somewhere.

Time to go for
a little swim.

This is completely
and utterly your fault.

Excuse me? I was the one
who's been right all along.

Oh, yeah, if you
think that's right.

Who said pull the
yellow wire? I did.

- Now what?
- Grant thinks we're dead.

There's only one person that
can link him to the money.

Killing me will change
nothing, you fool.

There are hundreds more
who will come when I'm gone.

All those souls,
those voices.

Do you have enough
bullets for all of them?

No. Just enough for you.

What are you gonna
do now, Grant?

Grant, no!

Well, that's it. We
searched the whole house.

- Without those letters, all is lost.
- They must be somewhere here.

Are you sure he didn't
mention anything to you?

Nothing that would
do us any good.

Tell me, Duncan, do you think it's only
good deeds that define a man's soul?

Finally catching
up on my reading.

You know, great tragedies
of good men and temptation.

Dickens, Goethe.

Goethe.

Good men...
and temptation.

What are you
talking about?

A story of a
good man tempted.

"Great tragedies of good men and
temptation." That's what George said.

Or a good doctor.
Tempted by the devil.

Faust.

Here.

Don't tease an old man.

"Gisella Weisshaus, Elie Grotch,
Rose Trilling, Benjamin Woll."

Oh, my God.

All the names and
secret numbers.

They match. What is it?

- Looks like a confession.
- From George Thomas?

All the names and dates--
the whole money trail.

At last.

Looks like you'll be able to trace
everything-- all the money, Max.

For years, I hated
myself for being alive.

"Why was I spared?"

"Why did I survive...

when so many better
people perished?"

Now I know.

All those left behind,

all those poor souls...

finally laid to rest.

All those souls.

And maybe one more.

What are you thinking?

Just thinking
about George.

He was a good man. He
was kind. He was generous.

Now history's gonna
remember him a different way.

I wonder what it
was like being him,

knowing what he had
known for all those years,

building his whole life
on other people's graves.

How can one survive
with all that guilt?

The same way we do.

What do you mean?

How many people have
died because of us?

It's different. Is it?

Can you justify...

every person you've ever fought
and everyone you've ever killed?

If I've killed unnecessarily,
I didn't know so at the time.

Mm. We rewrite our history all
the time because we have to.

We rationalize
our cruelty...

so we can look in the
mirror and face ourselves.

Perhaps that's
what George did.

Maybe that's how... he
became the man I knew.

And who was that?

A man who donated
a small fortune...

to building libraries
and schools and hospitals.

It made a difference in many
people's lives, you know.

What he did was out of
guilt, not compassion.

If he was a noble creature, he
would've returned the money years ago.

Maybe he couldn't face it.

Maybe he couldn't face
where he came from...

till you made him.

And his own grandson
killed him because of that.

What goes around
comes around.

Your friend from Warsaw
would have been very proud.

David.

It was 50
years ago--

a heartbeat
for you and me.

I hope he's watching
this from somewhere.

That day we met
in the forest.

The man you beheaded.

He killed someone,
someone I loved very much.

Sorry.

I thought you said you
hadn't played this before.

Beginner's luck. Oh.

You hungry?

I've made other plans.

Some other time.
Some other time.

Some other time.

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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