Highlander

# Here we are #

# Born to be kings #

# We're the princes of the universe #

# Here we belong #

# Fighting to survive #

# ln a world with the darkest power #

# 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 ##

...and the Tonga Kid.

Their opponents, in the corner to my right...

with a combined weight of 745 pounds...

the toasts of the coasts...

from Brad Street, U.S.A., Atlanta, Georgia...

the Fabulous Freebirds!

Yeah!

You gotta love it!

Kill him! Stomp on the son of--

Hey! Where you going?

Macleod.

Fasil. Wait.

Aah!

All right.

Macleod!

Clan Macleod!

May this year of our Lord 1536...

bring victory to the Clan Macleod!

Macleod!

Victory to Macleod!

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Are you scared, Connor?

No, Cousin Dugal. I'm not!

Don't talk nonsense, man.

I peed my kilt the first time I went into battle.

Oh, aye.

Angus pees his kilt all the time!

Connor!

Connor, wait!

Wait!

Take these flowers and think of me.

Remember, you fight with God on your side, Connor.

A girl like that can wound a soldier...

more than a Frazer sword, my friend.

Angus! You and Dugal keep him in one piece!

Aye, we all know what piece that is!

There is one called Connor among them.

Aye.

Remember our agreement, Murdoch.

The boy is mine.

It's begun.

Death to the Macleods!

Death to the Macleods!

Yay! Yay!

Death to the Frazers!

Yay! Yah!

Macleod!

Come on!

Macleod!

Now you stay under.

Forgive me... my son.

Fight me, damn you!

Fight me, cowards!

No, not him!

Castrate the heathens!

Nobody will fight me!

They all run away.

Here, laddie, stay by me.

Mother of God.

Fight me!

No!

Come on, quick!

There can be only one!

Another time, Macleod!

Get out of the car!

Put your hands on the hood!

Move!

Okay!

Watch it, freak! Just cool it!

Watch him! Watch him!

Move! Come on! Come on! Move!

Come on! Get up there!

Spread 'em! Spread 'em!

Come on!

Let's see some I.D., pal.

Well, Mr. Nash.

Where were you going in such a hurry?

Give me it! Give me it!

Ooh!

Don't move, pal.

Don't even breathe!

In nomine patri et filii et spiritu sancti.

Amen.

It is over.

No!

Other men are dying this day.

I must attend them.

Quiet!

He's a highlander, by God!

The last sound he hears...

shouldn't be that of a wailing woman!

Hey, let me through.

Damn it, Frank. Forensics is supposed to be notified...

the same time as homicide.

Holy shit.

Yeah, this one came unassembled.

Did you make an arrest?

No. We're questioning some guy named Nash.

Antique dealer on Hudson Street.

- Hello, Brenda. - Hey, Walt.

You look pretty, Brenda.

What do you think's...

the cause of death, Lieutenant, huh?

You're a barrel of laughs, Garfield.

Get your hands off!

Try explaining this to my wife!

Get me a cherry-cheese danish too.

What time did he buy it?

About 10:00, 10:30.

Whatever cut him was razor sharp.

Get out of here with these cameras!

Frank! Frank!

Oh, my God.

A guy was killed like this in Jersey.

What the hell. That's Jersey.

I want out!

Hey, Frank. Come here.

Aw, shit!

Ooh, baby. Look at you.

Garfield, cover that head.

What the hell have you got?

A Toledo-Salamanca.

A what?

A sword, Frank. A very rare sword.

Is it worth much?

Only about a million bucks.

Any antique dealer on Hudson Street...

could tell you that.

You can't keep me here!

I know my rights!

Ever see this guy before, Nash?

His name's Vazilek, Polish national.

Had his head chopped off in New Jersey two nights ago.

You ever get over to New Jersey, Nash?

Not if I can help it.

You talk funny. Where you from?

Lots of different places.

- You're an antique dealer, right? - Mm-hmm.

Okay. What's that?

A sword?

Wise up, smart ass.

It's a Toledo-Salamanca broadsword worth about a million bucks.

So?

So you want to hear a theory?

You went down that garage to buy this sword from that guy--

- What's his name? - I don't know. You tell me.

Okay, his name's lman Fasil.

You fought about the price and cut off his head.

Want to hear another theory?

This Fasil was so upset...

about the lousy wrestling tonight...

in a fit of depression, he cut off his own head.

That's not funny, Walt.

Are you a faggot, Nash?

Why? You cruising for a piece of ass?

I'll tell you what happened, Russell.

You went down to the garage for a blow job.

You just didn't want to pay for it.

Huh. You are sick.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?

Stop!

- What, are you crazy? - Break it up, goddamn it!

That's enough! Now, cut it out!

Goddamn it, I said cut it out!

- Am I under arrest? - Not yet.

Then we're through.

Nash, we're just getting started.

...in water from the sprinkler.

It also left a man's decapitated body...

next to his own severed head.

A head which at this time has no name.

I know his name.

# Here I am #

# I'm the master of your destiny #

Ahh!

# I am the one The only one #

# I am the god of kingdom come #

# Give me the prize #

# Just give me the prize ##

Okay, Mr. Victor Kruger.

Room 315.

And I'll hit you for 20 in advance.

Uh, hey, uh.

If there's anything you need--