Highlander: The Series

He is immortal.

Born on the highlands of Scotland 400 hundred years ago.

He's not alone.

There are others like him.

Some good, some evil.

For centuries he's battled the forces of darkness...

with holy ground his only refuge.

He cannot die, unless you take his head and with it his power.

In the end, there can be only one.

He is 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"

HIGHLANDER 2XO3 "TURNABOUT" Subtitles by SubXpacio

RASKERS PRISON, 1960

Well, well, the vulture is around here.

Quenten Barnes, the hour is late. In His name, may I pray for you?

No. But maybe you could get Him to take my place.

Hey, Priest! Come here. Come here!

Yes?

Something to remember you by.

Pray, my son. Consider where you will spend eternity...

Eternity? Oh, yes.

In nomine Patri et Filii, Spiritus Sanctum Deus,

may God have mercy on your soul. Amen.

It's great. Tattoos, triple-X chromosomes everywhere you look.

It's like watching a great Kung Fu flick.

It's an art, Richie. And it's good for your soul.

Yeah, well, personally, I'd rather catch the movie.

It's the hell of a lot safer, that's for damn sure.

- Nice place you got here. - It'll do. Who sent you?

Nobody. I just was looking for a place to work out.

Well, I'd like to help you boys out but this is a private club. Invitation only.

So invite me.

You look in decent shape, but trust me,

you stay around here and maybe all you're gonna do is get your butt kicked.

- Maybe we should talk to the owner. - You're looking at him.

Well, the place is for sale. Business must be booming, huh?

- He always mouth off like that? - Only when he might be right.

I tell you what. You past the initiation and I'll sign you boys up.

- Cool. What's the initiation? - Not what, Richie. Who.

After you.

A date, man. I knew I should have gone on a date.

You've got to do better than that.

Eh, now, that's better.

If you say so.

See! Submit.

Can I join now?

- Anytime. - Thanks.

- I'll be right back. - Take your time, Mac.

- Hey, Charlie, there's no hot water again. - It's still wet, ain't it?

- I was wondering when I'd see you again. - I'd like to explain, MacLeod.

Don't bother. What do you want?

Do you know anything about an Immortal named Quenten Burnes?

I know he was executed thirty years ago.

For murdering two young women.

He stayed buried until they were building a new chapel at the prison.

They dug up a few graves and came up one body short.

Why are you telling me this?

Because everyone involved with his execution is being murdered.

Not my business.

He's got to be stopped, MacLeod! We think we know...

Then why don't you stop him?

I'm not a cop, Dawson.

Why don't you just disappear? As I seem to remember, you do that very well.

All right.

- If you wanna get in touch with me... - I won't.

Just think about it.

It's not enough to kick my ass in public? You gotta take over my office too?

I'm Duncan MacLeod.

Charlie. Charlie de Salvo.

Nice to meet you. I was just leaving.

Hey. You come back sometime. I'd want another crack at you.

I just got lucky.

Yeah, right.

- So, who was that at the office? - Dawson.

- The Dawson? What does he want? - Doesn't matter.

Go ahead. I'll catch up with you.

You know how close you came to losing your head?

That would be a hell of a way to greet an old friend.

What makes you think I'd have let you take it, anyway?

Ok, that's nice.

Well, finally, a woman who knows everything about Duncan MacLeod.

Not everything. There are still a few decades he keeps to himself.

Well, if you have any questions I'd be happy to fill you in.

Thanks. It's been a long time, Michael. Where have you been keeping yourself?

Well, I've been trucking around, trying to find out what it's all about...

So, have you?

No. But I've had a hell of a time trying.

And now I've come to visit my good old friend Duncan MacLeod.

And Quenten Barnes.

Yeah. Well, I knew he couldn't stay buried forever.

So, how did you found out he was free?

It doesn't matter.

- Well, it's time to finish this. - Michael.

I gotta try. I owe it to Jeanette.

You smile.

INSANE ASYLUM - 1920

Excuse me, may I help you?

Oh, yes. Mi name is Duncan MacLeod, I've come to see Doctor Moore.

Oh, yes, Mr. MacLeod. He is in the west wind with some of the patients.

- Thank you. Are you new here? - Yes.

You deceitful, bitch.

No, please, no!

Lady, come on, stop!

Jeanette!

Michael! Help!

You'll never get away from me.

Jeanette!

- You stay away! Stay away! - Michael, it's me... it's me!

- What? - What happen?

Duncan.

I tried, it's too fast, I couldn't handle him.

Who? Who did this? - Quenten Barnes. Where is Jeanette?

Jeanette? Jeanette!

No.

No!

Why, Duncan?

Why?

- Eternal peace. I hope she's found it. - You have to believe that she has.

It's more peace than I'll ever find.

Mac, he was coming after me. Why did he have to kill her?

- I don't know. - Whatever it takes,

whatever I have to do. I'm going to hunt that son-of-bitch down and kill him.

Mac, if he kills me... I know it's not your fight.

I'll finish it. I promise.

I want you to understand I'm doing this for my reasons, not yours.

All right! As long as it gets done. What do you need?

- I want your files. - No chance!

I need to know more about him. Where he's lived, where he's done, his habits...

also I need the names and addresses as well the people involved in the execution.

- We have rules. - Then break them.

Look, MacLeod, I would like to help you.

I have to run this by some people. It gonna take some time.

Time is something we don't have.

Okay.

The Priest who attended the execution lives in the Heights,

it's about 60 miles from here. I'll take you up there.

Just give me the address.

Hello? Is somebody there?

Father.

You startled me! I usually see my parishioners in church...

Have you been waiting long?

Long?

Only thirty-three years.

Quenten Barnes. But that's impossible! He's dead!

I was, but as you can see...

I'm back.

Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come, thy will be done...

Tess, I'm telling you, it's some crude law of nature.

If a girl really likes me, her mother really hates me...

- But not all of them. - Oh, no, no. Sometimes it's the fathers.

- Hi. - Hi, Michael. How nice to see you again.

- Hi, Michael. How are you doing? - Okay.

There was a man outside looking for MacLeod. He wanted him to have this.

Oh, okay.

I think it's got something to do with Barnes.

I was hoping Mac would be here by now.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll see he gets it. You ok?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. - Why don't I believe you?

I was never a very good liar. At least Jeanette used to say that.

You know, sometimes it's good to talk about it.

- There's really nothing much to say. - I think there is.

- Richie, could you keep an eye on things? - Yeah, sure.

Let's take a walk.

You think it was about what, one hour and a half?

- Don't I told you not to follow me? - You found Father Morton.

Yeah, but not before Barnes did. I want this file, Dawson.

It's being printed. Josh should be on his way with it by now.

You might keep someone else alive.

I've never stopped loving her. After all these years. Does that seem strange to you?

No.

She was a part of me.

And she was the best part.

I remember going to places I'd been to a hundred times before.

But with her it was like I was seeing it for the first time.

The colors, the shapes. Everything was beautiful through her eyes.

Everything. Even me!

Hey, listen to me. She's been dead seventy years. I must sound like an idiot.

No. You sound like a man who was very much in love.

And who one day will be again.

- I don't think so. - I do.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

From your mouth to God's ear.

I think it's time I went back.

Sure. Could you tell MacLeod I'm back at the hotel?

And anytime you want to talk...

Tessa? Thank you.

Man, this dude is bad to the bone.

Yeah, but there's less here than I hoped. Whole decades unaccounted for.

My God.

I don't think God matters to Barnes. He killed a priest for trying to save his soul.

So there's no witnesses left? That means Barnes is batting a thousand.

Not quite. The Prosecutor that convicted Barnes is still alive. Judge Marvin Singer.

Louise? You still around?

Of course not, not when I really need something.