Highlander (1992) s05e08 Episode Script
Little Tin God
Every time I feel the spirit Movin' in my heart I will pray-ay-ay Every time I feel the spirit Movin' in my heart I will pray On the mountain My Lord spoke Out of his mouth came Fire and smoke All around me looks so fine I asked my Lord if all were mine Every time I feel the spirit Movin' in my heart I will pray-ay-ay Every time I feel the spirit Movin' in my heart I will pray - Feel the spirit - Feel the spirit - Feel it - Feel the spirit - In the morning - I can feel it - Feel the spirit - In the noontime - Feel the spirit - I can feel it - Feel the spirit - Feel the spirit - Hallelujah and amen! Oh, you did a beautiful job.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
You did a beautiful job.
All right now, y'all take care.
Don't forget Libby's cooking tomorrow night.
Don't be late.
See you tomorrow night.
Libby's been cooking all week now.
I wanna see you there.
I'll see you later.
Y'all be safe now, hear? Be safe.
Derek, you sounded sweet up there, man.
See you later.
You sounded good up there, brother.
Oh, you did a beautiful job.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
See you next week, Reverend.
Y'all take care.
Somebody gonna come over to my place for coffee? Hey, yo, I gotta go now.
Catch you later.
Derek, that was absolutely great.
You truly lift up your voice in a joyful noise.
Thank you, Reverend Bell.
Oh, no, don't thank me.
Thank the Lord.
He's the one who gave you your gift now.
Amen to that.
All right.
It's nice to be here, Rev.
Glad to have you here, Derek.
Thanks.
Derek! Oh, no! Oh, God, no, please.
Please.
Oh! No! No.
Rise up, Derek.
I'm alive.
You are.
- Where am I? - In the morgue.
- I was shot.
- You were dead.
But I healed your wounds so you could glorify my name.
I have brought you safely through the shadows of the valley of death.
And I have called upon you to serve me in the holy war against my enemy.
Who are you? I am God, Derek.
I am God.
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 I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
I know who you are.
You can't do this.
This is against the rules.
Rules? This isn't a game.
Split up.
Split up.
Get around him.
Every time I feel the spirit Moving in my heart I will pray You know "Rock of Ages," huh? Who are you? An angel of the Lord.
Yeah, and I'm Father Christmas.
Move.
Over here, boy.
Good.
All right, go.
Go! You're gonna tell me what this is about.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I'll fear no evil, for thou I'm not going to hurt you.
art with me, thy rod and thy staff-- Will you shut up? You have no idea what you are, do you? I told you.
Yeah, you're an angel.
So, what does that make me? You know what you are Satan.
I'm the devil? You believe that? All right, bright eyes, if I'm the devil, why did I bring you to holy ground? It's time to send you back to hell.
You know the rules.
Put up your sword.
This is holy ground.
We can't fight here.
Are you crazy? What are you doing? We can't fight here.
He's right.
Remember what God said? Even the devil can claim sanctuary here.
Well said, Derek.
He speaks the truth, my children.
Even the devil fears Armageddon.
Have I not told you my house cannot be used for battle? Do not be tempted to defile my holy place with blood.
Larca.
You all right? A touch of fever.
It's nothing that a good night's sleep and a soft bed won't cure.
So when can we expect to find that bed? It's not much further, Senor MacLeod.
Perhaps tomorrow.
So, we're not lost.
We'll reach Huari by tomorrow.
Two days at the latest.
The ruins are truly magnificent.
You'll see.
I've made this trip a thousand times.
Yeah, we're lost.
Wait.
What is it? -I hope they're friendly.
-Doesn't look like it.
- What tribe? - They should not be here.
No, we should not be here.
- If we fight, we have a chance.
- I don't think so.
- There's only two of them.
- That you can see.
I thought these mountains were uninhabited.
They're supposed to be.
Habla espanol? Fala o portugues? Quechua? Quechua? Quechua? They don't speak English.
These are not exactly the ruins I expected, Paco.
I'm sorry, Senor MacLeod.
What is it? What's happening? I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
I am Gavriel Larca, god of the Moche people.
Thank you.
She understands nothing of your language or your world.
All she knows, all she has ever known is this village.
She is called Coyantu.
Born on the day ofCoyaraimi, festival of the moon.
It's a day of great celebration for the Moche.
I saw her born.
I watched her grow into this beautiful woman.
And I shall cherish her until the day of her death.
You're a lucky man.
To them, I am more than a man.
You don't really believe that you're a god, do you? Quien soy yo? Usted es Dios.
You see.
I see she called you God, but it doesn't mean that you are one, does it? The Moche are an ancient people.
Their arts and sciences rival the best of the Inca, yet they preceded them by 1,000 years.
Some of their traditions go back 100 generations.
They called me God.
Who was I to argue? Remarkable, isn't it? This one was cast So, you're not the first Immortal these people have called God.
That doesn't make it right.
What makes a god, MacLeod? What but the faith of his followers.
- And they do need faith.
- Faith in you.
Look around, MacLeod.
For 300 years, I have protected them, kept them hidden from the likes of Cortez and those other butchers.
They survive because of me.
They have become strong and remain free.
They may be strong, but they're not free.
They're your slaves.
And I am theirs.
They are my people.
They choose to worship me.
And in return, they are cared for.
Is that not a god's covenant with his chosen? I think you've been in the jungle too long.
Will you challenge me because of this? I have no fight with you, Larca.
Good.
Then you may leave in the morning.
If you do not mind, I think we will leave now.
I said you may go.
The guide stays.
Paco goes with me.
There is a reason why the word for stranger and enemy is the same in the Moche language.
My people have survived because we have remained hidden from the outside world.
A man like you can be trusted with a great secret.
A man like that-- I swear he will tell no one.
Will you remain with him every hour of his life to be sure of it? I'm sorry, but our law is clear.
- The wine.
- A local concoction designed to keep even an Immortal subdued.
- No! - No! Now it's my turn.
Only if you won't listen to reason.
You can't reason with murder.
This wasn't murder.
It was ritual sacrifice.
With his death, my people take the strength of the enemy.
That is the Moche tradition.
Well, we have traditions of our own.
I told you I didn't have a reason to fight you, Larca.
Well, now I do! And if I lost? Would you stay and care for my people? I'll not play God.
I thought not.
In a week, we celebrateCoyaraimi, festival of the moon.
The Moche worship a god who holds a sword in one hand and a severed head in the other.
He is called "The Decapitator.
" And at the festival of the moon, they shall see his powers.
He's not a god.
He's an Immortal.
We're all Immortals.
Leave us.
I will speak to the evil one alone.
But-- It is my will.
His power is no greater than ours.
Or yours.
Your will? What have you been teaching them? To serve God and heaven in a holy cause.
You fight your own battles, Larca.
You and me now, off holy ground.
I think not.
My disciples do battle for me.
And they shall have your head.
And the one who takes it will offer his own up to me.
Oh, yeah? Three on one.
What about honor? Does that mean nothing to you? You destroyed everything I built, everything I loved.
You turned my people against me.
I shall have my sacrifice.
I am the one who made you.
I breathed and your lungs filled with life.
I whispered and gave you purpose.
Is this not true? Yes, my Lord.
You have not yet felt the sting of my rage.
The bitter saltwater that wells up in these eyes would drown you in guilt and seize up the very marrow in your bones.
- Am I not power? Yes, my Lord.
Then cry mercy unto me, for I am angered beyond rage at your failure to bring me the head of Satan.
I smell doubt.
Derek, do you have doubts? No.
Your tongue is thick with lies, and they catch in your throat.
I've been thinking.
Yes.
- About MacLeod.
- Satan! He could have killed me.
Why didn't he? Because I wanted it so.
You are under my protection, Derek.
Have you lost your faith? Did I not give you life? - I'm sorry.
- Sorrow is not enough.
You must believe, and you must believe absolutely.
Yes, my Lord.
Larca's chronicle here goes back to 15th-century Portugal.
Dig this.
It says he was a lawyer at the time.
Interesting choice.
Really.
After that, he became one of the king's royal guard.
By 1510, he was a pirate on the high seas.
- How do you watch a pirate? - You become one.
Who says a Watcher can't be a pirate? - Oh.
- Say your guy likes the opera.
You go to the opera.
Say your guy takes a notion to go to the New World.
You grab a handspike.
You sign on.
Are you trying to tell me something here? You remember a guy named, uh, Rodney McFergus? He was in your regiment at Waterloo.
He sailed with you to America in 1816.
You mean that short guy, weak stomach, hung over the rail all the time? He traveled with you as far as Montana.
Then he put in his request for retirement.
Said he'd had enough of travel.
I think the Watcher pension at that time was five acres and five head of cattle.
Great.
But what about Larca? Yeah.
Okay, it says that he landed in Peru with Pizarro in 1526.
Disappeared about 18 months later.
They thought maybe a tribe of headhunters got him.
No, he got them.
Are we all going to die, my Lord? No.
I will not permit it.
Tomorrow is Coyaraimi.
I shall take MacLeod's head, and the sky shall open up with my miracle.
Please, my Lord, don't wait.
So many have been lost already.
So many more will die by tomorrow.
Our people ask why our god has not protected us from all of this.
Do you question me? No, my Lord.
I beg you.
If it is your will, then heal us.
Heal me.
I too have the sickness.
Please.
It shall be so.
I swear it.
It is time.
Taking my head, Larca, won't change anything.
They're dying, and there's nothing you can do about it.
You brought the sick one here.
You have destroyed my people.
We should have killed you in the jungle and left you to rot.
If you'd left us alone-- We didn't ask to be dragged into your village.
It was your damn ritual that killed them.
Your blood sacrifice.
People think there is strength in Larca.
They got his fever.
Your Quickening will cure them.
It won't.
We will see.
Larca promised to protect them.
When they saw he couldn't, they turned on him.
I barely got out of there alive.
I had no food, no water.
Took me almost a week to reach Raul.
If I hadn't been immortal, I wouldn't have made it.
Is there anything else on Larca since that time? No.
There is nothing after 1528.
Till about two years ago.
He showed up in Lima.
Well, what about his disciples? No.
Zero.
Come on.
You know there have been a lot of shake-ups in this organization in the last couple of years.
Yeah.
We just never got a full-time guy on him.
But do you think that punk really would have taken you on holy ground? Yes.
He was ready to kill me, Dawson, on holy ground.
God only knows what would have happened.
You know, in all our records, there's only one mention of an Immortal killing on holy ground.
Yeah? Well, it's never been confirmed.
It's, I don't know, it's more of a legend.
About two guys going at it in a temple in Italy.
Yeah? And? It was in Pompeii.
The volcano.
Who knows? But you know right now, you got other things to worry about.
Like those punks going at you, three on one.
Well, it can't be their fault.
They can't know the rules.
Larca's convinced them that he's God.
He's probably told them that he's the one that made them immortal.
Well, if they think he's God and you're the devil, faith can be a very powerful thing, MacLeod.
Yeah, well, I have to talk to them, without Larca.
Well, how do you do that? You know, I caught a name.
It was, uh, Derek.
That's it.
If he's new and he died around here-- - The obituaries.
- Yeah.
What if you find him? Well, I'll talk to him.
Tell him what he is, what his god is.
I don't wanna kill him.
What if he doesn't listen to you? Then he may have to die.
Amazing Grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch Like me I once was lost But now I'm found Was blind But now I see Derek? Yeah, Rev, it's me.
Crazy, huh? Is it really you? I-I shouldn't have come back here.
I didn't know where else to go.
But how? I saw you die.
I did die.
I'm not dreaming.
Do you believe in miracles? How could I not? Lord in heaven, how could I not when the Lord has brought you back to us? Reverend, why would God choose me? Of everyone in the world, why would God choose to bring me back? Only God knows his purpose, Derek.
But I know your goodness.
What does that mean? You have a good heart, Derek.
You always have.
What if my heart tells me one thing, and God tells me another? What if God tells me to kill? Are you sure it's God telling you to do these things? Yes.
He brought me back to life.
He healed me with his touch.
Reverend Bell, I'm scared.
Derek, God is love.
God is not fear.
Reverend, you don't understand.
The god I'm dealing with, this guy hates.
Derek, what is it? Someone's here.
One of God's warriors or one of Satan's.
We can feel each other coming.
Reverend, I think you should go.
What do you want? I have to talk to you alone.
I've got nothing to say to you.
Yeah, but there are things you have to hear.
- Reverend, I really think you should go.
- I'm staying.
Reverend, I swear, I won't hurt him, but only he can hear this.
I'm trying to save his life.
Look to your heart and ask it if it can trust me.
I won't be far.
I sense only two of you.
Where is Derek? We don't know.
The time is near when you shall face MacLeod again.
And this time he'll die.
One of you will draw him into battle alone.
One of us alone doesn't stand a chance.
Exactly.
The devil will claim the victory.
And when he takes the head of one of my chosen, all of my goodness will flow into him and bring him to his knees.
While he is weak, you must strike his head from his shoulders.
Then you shall come to know the true glory of your god.
I will reward you.
One of you will die the noblest death in my service.
Who? Who will die? Derek will be my martyr.
You have to know who and what you are.
I know what I am.
No, you know what Larca told you.
He's lying to you.
I won't listen to you.
You have to listen to me.
Derek, you're not an angel, and I'm not the devil.
We're Immortals, like Larca.
We have our own battle, but it's-- it's not like this.
God brought me back to fight you.
No, Larca is not God, and he did not bring you back.
He chose me.
No, he didn't choose you.
He's lying to you, using you.
No, he protects me from you.
He protects me from death.
What you are protects you from death.
If someone cuts off your head, you'll die like anyone else.
Just like Larca, just like me.
He's no different than you or I.
No, you're lying! Derek! What did you do to him? Nothing.
Then why did he run? I told him the truth.
Which is? I'm sorry, Reverend.
Listen.
You have to tell me.
I have just witnessed a miracle, and I need to know why.
I can't.
Look.
I swear before God I will not tell anyone what you tell me.
Look.
A minute ago you asked me to ask my heart if I could trust you.
Now I'm asking you the same.
It's a long story.
I like long stories.
You would.
Maybe we should do this inside.
It's about Immortals, men who live forever unless they're beheaded.
Men like me.
Um, instead of doing this in the church, maybe we can do this someplace where I can get a drink.
Derek was in by the time he was 10.
Then he found you? Then he found God.
I just happened to be there at the time.
Oh, that boy didn't have to be taught to believe.
He took to it natural, like coming home.
- And when he sings, ahh, you could feel the Lord coming down just to listen.
Then he died.
Took a lot of praying on my part to believe that was God's will.
-But he didn't die.
-Larca knew about Derek's faith.
He counted on it to manipulate him.
Guy got a taste for being worshipped.
That kind of power is addictive.
It's gotta be a real temptation for any Immortal.
Or any man.
This man, Larca, does he have long hair, cold, dark eyes that seem to look right through you? - You've seen him.
- I saw him kill Derek.
He took him away from everything and everyone he loved, to make him into this thing, this killer.
And he thinks he has the right-- If this man can convince Derek to follow him, to believe he's God, well, what if he's not the only one? What if others have done the same? Does that mean that everything that I believe is based on a lie? Reverend, no, it doesn't mean that.
Larca's the lie.
Well, what if he gathers more followers? A hundred.
A thousand.
He has to be stopped.
He will be stopped.
Yeah, if you can get near him.
Look, I put some people on this, and they found out that he has rented that chapel next to the old Saint Paul Cemetery.
Holy ground.
He'll be safe from you.
Not for long.
Uh, Reverend, I'll take you home.
No, no, I think I'd rather walk.
Nice to meet you, Reverend.
Thank you.
Uh, Reverend.
Just want to thank you for trusting and believing me.
Faith is my specialty.
What? I'm going out there.
To the chapel? Mm-hmm.
MacLeod, it's gonna be four on one.
Hmm.
That makes five.
To be ready for your battle, my child, you must be cleansed of all doubts.
You must be pure in heart, pure in belief and pure in strength.
Your eternal reward awaits.
Are you ready to die for your God? I'm ready.
"He said, 'I will strike down upon them with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy thy brothers.
'" - Who dares? - Reverend Bell.
- What are you doing here? - Derek, what are you doing here? You know this man isn't God.
What did you tell him? Did you tell him he'd go to hell if he didn't follow you? I offered him my love and my protection, and I gave him eternal life.
What more can a god do for his soldiers? You're not God.
You're an abomination.
Reverend, no.
He'll kill you! He can't.
He may be safe from MacLeod on holy ground, but he's not safe from me.
Oh, Lord.
Stop him.
Now.
Get outta the way, Derek.
Derek, move outta the way.
- I can't let you do this.
- Derek, get outta the way.
Drop it.
Take him outside, Derek, beyond the cemetery.
Go.
Derek, don't do this.
I'm sorry, Reverend.
You did very well, Derek.
You proved yourself a faithful servant.
Enrique gave his life in my service.
I shall reward him.
Live again, my son.
Your God commands it.
As for you, Luke, you failed me when I needed you most.
- You lost your faith.
- I couldn't help it.
Silence! Kneel before me.
Kneel.
I shall cleanse you of your sin, my son.
Thank you.
Our Father in heaven, deliver us from sin.
Step away from the preacher.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
No.
Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, Step away.
-on earth as it is in heaven.
- No.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses.
It is written, "Thou shalt have no other gods before me.
" Step away, Derek.
I command it.
I command it! May God have mercy on you both.
I am God! Reverend, get outta here! Go! Enrique, Derek, serve me well.
Put it down! - What are you doing? - If you're God, you don't need us.
I told you once.
Well.
I guess it's just you and me.
By the rules.
Because of you, all my people died.
They took their revenge on me.
I was entombed for 150 years.
You set yourself up as a god, Larca.
You got what you deserved.
I have waited a long time for this, MacLeod.
Too bad.
I am God! No, you're not.
I have no fight with you.
Unless you make one.
Forgive me.
You're an Immortal, Derek, as I am.
You're gonna have to learn what that means.
But that doesn't mean that we're gods.
Not now, not ever.
Come on.
"Dear MacLeod, Derek is doing okay, and the kid's got one hell of a slider.
Regards, Carl Robinson.
" Really? Well, you know Reverend Bell says that Carl has one hell of a baritone.
You made him a Watcher? Uh, let's just say a special correspondent.
Opportunity knocked.
I guess that's one way of making sure he won't tell what he saw.
Were you worried that he would? No.
Hmm.
You know what he said? That some of the gods and prophets of history were just Immortals with delusions of grandeur like Larca.
He was just upset.
Yeah, but is it a possibility? No, it's not.
Well, how can you be so sure? Well, I could quote a whole bunch of people, Joe, but it basically boils down to one thing.
And that is? Faith, Joe.
Faith.
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
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
You did a beautiful job.
All right now, y'all take care.
Don't forget Libby's cooking tomorrow night.
Don't be late.
See you tomorrow night.
Libby's been cooking all week now.
I wanna see you there.
I'll see you later.
Y'all be safe now, hear? Be safe.
Derek, you sounded sweet up there, man.
See you later.
You sounded good up there, brother.
Oh, you did a beautiful job.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
See you next week, Reverend.
Y'all take care.
Somebody gonna come over to my place for coffee? Hey, yo, I gotta go now.
Catch you later.
Derek, that was absolutely great.
You truly lift up your voice in a joyful noise.
Thank you, Reverend Bell.
Oh, no, don't thank me.
Thank the Lord.
He's the one who gave you your gift now.
Amen to that.
All right.
It's nice to be here, Rev.
Glad to have you here, Derek.
Thanks.
Derek! Oh, no! Oh, God, no, please.
Please.
Oh! No! No.
Rise up, Derek.
I'm alive.
You are.
- Where am I? - In the morgue.
- I was shot.
- You were dead.
But I healed your wounds so you could glorify my name.
I have brought you safely through the shadows of the valley of death.
And I have called upon you to serve me in the holy war against my enemy.
Who are you? I am God, Derek.
I am God.
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 I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
I know who you are.
You can't do this.
This is against the rules.
Rules? This isn't a game.
Split up.
Split up.
Get around him.
Every time I feel the spirit Moving in my heart I will pray You know "Rock of Ages," huh? Who are you? An angel of the Lord.
Yeah, and I'm Father Christmas.
Move.
Over here, boy.
Good.
All right, go.
Go! You're gonna tell me what this is about.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I'll fear no evil, for thou I'm not going to hurt you.
art with me, thy rod and thy staff-- Will you shut up? You have no idea what you are, do you? I told you.
Yeah, you're an angel.
So, what does that make me? You know what you are Satan.
I'm the devil? You believe that? All right, bright eyes, if I'm the devil, why did I bring you to holy ground? It's time to send you back to hell.
You know the rules.
Put up your sword.
This is holy ground.
We can't fight here.
Are you crazy? What are you doing? We can't fight here.
He's right.
Remember what God said? Even the devil can claim sanctuary here.
Well said, Derek.
He speaks the truth, my children.
Even the devil fears Armageddon.
Have I not told you my house cannot be used for battle? Do not be tempted to defile my holy place with blood.
Larca.
You all right? A touch of fever.
It's nothing that a good night's sleep and a soft bed won't cure.
So when can we expect to find that bed? It's not much further, Senor MacLeod.
Perhaps tomorrow.
So, we're not lost.
We'll reach Huari by tomorrow.
Two days at the latest.
The ruins are truly magnificent.
You'll see.
I've made this trip a thousand times.
Yeah, we're lost.
Wait.
What is it? -I hope they're friendly.
-Doesn't look like it.
- What tribe? - They should not be here.
No, we should not be here.
- If we fight, we have a chance.
- I don't think so.
- There's only two of them.
- That you can see.
I thought these mountains were uninhabited.
They're supposed to be.
Habla espanol? Fala o portugues? Quechua? Quechua? Quechua? They don't speak English.
These are not exactly the ruins I expected, Paco.
I'm sorry, Senor MacLeod.
What is it? What's happening? I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
I am Gavriel Larca, god of the Moche people.
Thank you.
She understands nothing of your language or your world.
All she knows, all she has ever known is this village.
She is called Coyantu.
Born on the day ofCoyaraimi, festival of the moon.
It's a day of great celebration for the Moche.
I saw her born.
I watched her grow into this beautiful woman.
And I shall cherish her until the day of her death.
You're a lucky man.
To them, I am more than a man.
You don't really believe that you're a god, do you? Quien soy yo? Usted es Dios.
You see.
I see she called you God, but it doesn't mean that you are one, does it? The Moche are an ancient people.
Their arts and sciences rival the best of the Inca, yet they preceded them by 1,000 years.
Some of their traditions go back 100 generations.
They called me God.
Who was I to argue? Remarkable, isn't it? This one was cast So, you're not the first Immortal these people have called God.
That doesn't make it right.
What makes a god, MacLeod? What but the faith of his followers.
- And they do need faith.
- Faith in you.
Look around, MacLeod.
For 300 years, I have protected them, kept them hidden from the likes of Cortez and those other butchers.
They survive because of me.
They have become strong and remain free.
They may be strong, but they're not free.
They're your slaves.
And I am theirs.
They are my people.
They choose to worship me.
And in return, they are cared for.
Is that not a god's covenant with his chosen? I think you've been in the jungle too long.
Will you challenge me because of this? I have no fight with you, Larca.
Good.
Then you may leave in the morning.
If you do not mind, I think we will leave now.
I said you may go.
The guide stays.
Paco goes with me.
There is a reason why the word for stranger and enemy is the same in the Moche language.
My people have survived because we have remained hidden from the outside world.
A man like you can be trusted with a great secret.
A man like that-- I swear he will tell no one.
Will you remain with him every hour of his life to be sure of it? I'm sorry, but our law is clear.
- The wine.
- A local concoction designed to keep even an Immortal subdued.
- No! - No! Now it's my turn.
Only if you won't listen to reason.
You can't reason with murder.
This wasn't murder.
It was ritual sacrifice.
With his death, my people take the strength of the enemy.
That is the Moche tradition.
Well, we have traditions of our own.
I told you I didn't have a reason to fight you, Larca.
Well, now I do! And if I lost? Would you stay and care for my people? I'll not play God.
I thought not.
In a week, we celebrateCoyaraimi, festival of the moon.
The Moche worship a god who holds a sword in one hand and a severed head in the other.
He is called "The Decapitator.
" And at the festival of the moon, they shall see his powers.
He's not a god.
He's an Immortal.
We're all Immortals.
Leave us.
I will speak to the evil one alone.
But-- It is my will.
His power is no greater than ours.
Or yours.
Your will? What have you been teaching them? To serve God and heaven in a holy cause.
You fight your own battles, Larca.
You and me now, off holy ground.
I think not.
My disciples do battle for me.
And they shall have your head.
And the one who takes it will offer his own up to me.
Oh, yeah? Three on one.
What about honor? Does that mean nothing to you? You destroyed everything I built, everything I loved.
You turned my people against me.
I shall have my sacrifice.
I am the one who made you.
I breathed and your lungs filled with life.
I whispered and gave you purpose.
Is this not true? Yes, my Lord.
You have not yet felt the sting of my rage.
The bitter saltwater that wells up in these eyes would drown you in guilt and seize up the very marrow in your bones.
- Am I not power? Yes, my Lord.
Then cry mercy unto me, for I am angered beyond rage at your failure to bring me the head of Satan.
I smell doubt.
Derek, do you have doubts? No.
Your tongue is thick with lies, and they catch in your throat.
I've been thinking.
Yes.
- About MacLeod.
- Satan! He could have killed me.
Why didn't he? Because I wanted it so.
You are under my protection, Derek.
Have you lost your faith? Did I not give you life? - I'm sorry.
- Sorrow is not enough.
You must believe, and you must believe absolutely.
Yes, my Lord.
Larca's chronicle here goes back to 15th-century Portugal.
Dig this.
It says he was a lawyer at the time.
Interesting choice.
Really.
After that, he became one of the king's royal guard.
By 1510, he was a pirate on the high seas.
- How do you watch a pirate? - You become one.
Who says a Watcher can't be a pirate? - Oh.
- Say your guy likes the opera.
You go to the opera.
Say your guy takes a notion to go to the New World.
You grab a handspike.
You sign on.
Are you trying to tell me something here? You remember a guy named, uh, Rodney McFergus? He was in your regiment at Waterloo.
He sailed with you to America in 1816.
You mean that short guy, weak stomach, hung over the rail all the time? He traveled with you as far as Montana.
Then he put in his request for retirement.
Said he'd had enough of travel.
I think the Watcher pension at that time was five acres and five head of cattle.
Great.
But what about Larca? Yeah.
Okay, it says that he landed in Peru with Pizarro in 1526.
Disappeared about 18 months later.
They thought maybe a tribe of headhunters got him.
No, he got them.
Are we all going to die, my Lord? No.
I will not permit it.
Tomorrow is Coyaraimi.
I shall take MacLeod's head, and the sky shall open up with my miracle.
Please, my Lord, don't wait.
So many have been lost already.
So many more will die by tomorrow.
Our people ask why our god has not protected us from all of this.
Do you question me? No, my Lord.
I beg you.
If it is your will, then heal us.
Heal me.
I too have the sickness.
Please.
It shall be so.
I swear it.
It is time.
Taking my head, Larca, won't change anything.
They're dying, and there's nothing you can do about it.
You brought the sick one here.
You have destroyed my people.
We should have killed you in the jungle and left you to rot.
If you'd left us alone-- We didn't ask to be dragged into your village.
It was your damn ritual that killed them.
Your blood sacrifice.
People think there is strength in Larca.
They got his fever.
Your Quickening will cure them.
It won't.
We will see.
Larca promised to protect them.
When they saw he couldn't, they turned on him.
I barely got out of there alive.
I had no food, no water.
Took me almost a week to reach Raul.
If I hadn't been immortal, I wouldn't have made it.
Is there anything else on Larca since that time? No.
There is nothing after 1528.
Till about two years ago.
He showed up in Lima.
Well, what about his disciples? No.
Zero.
Come on.
You know there have been a lot of shake-ups in this organization in the last couple of years.
Yeah.
We just never got a full-time guy on him.
But do you think that punk really would have taken you on holy ground? Yes.
He was ready to kill me, Dawson, on holy ground.
God only knows what would have happened.
You know, in all our records, there's only one mention of an Immortal killing on holy ground.
Yeah? Well, it's never been confirmed.
It's, I don't know, it's more of a legend.
About two guys going at it in a temple in Italy.
Yeah? And? It was in Pompeii.
The volcano.
Who knows? But you know right now, you got other things to worry about.
Like those punks going at you, three on one.
Well, it can't be their fault.
They can't know the rules.
Larca's convinced them that he's God.
He's probably told them that he's the one that made them immortal.
Well, if they think he's God and you're the devil, faith can be a very powerful thing, MacLeod.
Yeah, well, I have to talk to them, without Larca.
Well, how do you do that? You know, I caught a name.
It was, uh, Derek.
That's it.
If he's new and he died around here-- - The obituaries.
- Yeah.
What if you find him? Well, I'll talk to him.
Tell him what he is, what his god is.
I don't wanna kill him.
What if he doesn't listen to you? Then he may have to die.
Amazing Grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch Like me I once was lost But now I'm found Was blind But now I see Derek? Yeah, Rev, it's me.
Crazy, huh? Is it really you? I-I shouldn't have come back here.
I didn't know where else to go.
But how? I saw you die.
I did die.
I'm not dreaming.
Do you believe in miracles? How could I not? Lord in heaven, how could I not when the Lord has brought you back to us? Reverend, why would God choose me? Of everyone in the world, why would God choose to bring me back? Only God knows his purpose, Derek.
But I know your goodness.
What does that mean? You have a good heart, Derek.
You always have.
What if my heart tells me one thing, and God tells me another? What if God tells me to kill? Are you sure it's God telling you to do these things? Yes.
He brought me back to life.
He healed me with his touch.
Reverend Bell, I'm scared.
Derek, God is love.
God is not fear.
Reverend, you don't understand.
The god I'm dealing with, this guy hates.
Derek, what is it? Someone's here.
One of God's warriors or one of Satan's.
We can feel each other coming.
Reverend, I think you should go.
What do you want? I have to talk to you alone.
I've got nothing to say to you.
Yeah, but there are things you have to hear.
- Reverend, I really think you should go.
- I'm staying.
Reverend, I swear, I won't hurt him, but only he can hear this.
I'm trying to save his life.
Look to your heart and ask it if it can trust me.
I won't be far.
I sense only two of you.
Where is Derek? We don't know.
The time is near when you shall face MacLeod again.
And this time he'll die.
One of you will draw him into battle alone.
One of us alone doesn't stand a chance.
Exactly.
The devil will claim the victory.
And when he takes the head of one of my chosen, all of my goodness will flow into him and bring him to his knees.
While he is weak, you must strike his head from his shoulders.
Then you shall come to know the true glory of your god.
I will reward you.
One of you will die the noblest death in my service.
Who? Who will die? Derek will be my martyr.
You have to know who and what you are.
I know what I am.
No, you know what Larca told you.
He's lying to you.
I won't listen to you.
You have to listen to me.
Derek, you're not an angel, and I'm not the devil.
We're Immortals, like Larca.
We have our own battle, but it's-- it's not like this.
God brought me back to fight you.
No, Larca is not God, and he did not bring you back.
He chose me.
No, he didn't choose you.
He's lying to you, using you.
No, he protects me from you.
He protects me from death.
What you are protects you from death.
If someone cuts off your head, you'll die like anyone else.
Just like Larca, just like me.
He's no different than you or I.
No, you're lying! Derek! What did you do to him? Nothing.
Then why did he run? I told him the truth.
Which is? I'm sorry, Reverend.
Listen.
You have to tell me.
I have just witnessed a miracle, and I need to know why.
I can't.
Look.
I swear before God I will not tell anyone what you tell me.
Look.
A minute ago you asked me to ask my heart if I could trust you.
Now I'm asking you the same.
It's a long story.
I like long stories.
You would.
Maybe we should do this inside.
It's about Immortals, men who live forever unless they're beheaded.
Men like me.
Um, instead of doing this in the church, maybe we can do this someplace where I can get a drink.
Derek was in by the time he was 10.
Then he found you? Then he found God.
I just happened to be there at the time.
Oh, that boy didn't have to be taught to believe.
He took to it natural, like coming home.
- And when he sings, ahh, you could feel the Lord coming down just to listen.
Then he died.
Took a lot of praying on my part to believe that was God's will.
-But he didn't die.
-Larca knew about Derek's faith.
He counted on it to manipulate him.
Guy got a taste for being worshipped.
That kind of power is addictive.
It's gotta be a real temptation for any Immortal.
Or any man.
This man, Larca, does he have long hair, cold, dark eyes that seem to look right through you? - You've seen him.
- I saw him kill Derek.
He took him away from everything and everyone he loved, to make him into this thing, this killer.
And he thinks he has the right-- If this man can convince Derek to follow him, to believe he's God, well, what if he's not the only one? What if others have done the same? Does that mean that everything that I believe is based on a lie? Reverend, no, it doesn't mean that.
Larca's the lie.
Well, what if he gathers more followers? A hundred.
A thousand.
He has to be stopped.
He will be stopped.
Yeah, if you can get near him.
Look, I put some people on this, and they found out that he has rented that chapel next to the old Saint Paul Cemetery.
Holy ground.
He'll be safe from you.
Not for long.
Uh, Reverend, I'll take you home.
No, no, I think I'd rather walk.
Nice to meet you, Reverend.
Thank you.
Uh, Reverend.
Just want to thank you for trusting and believing me.
Faith is my specialty.
What? I'm going out there.
To the chapel? Mm-hmm.
MacLeod, it's gonna be four on one.
Hmm.
That makes five.
To be ready for your battle, my child, you must be cleansed of all doubts.
You must be pure in heart, pure in belief and pure in strength.
Your eternal reward awaits.
Are you ready to die for your God? I'm ready.
"He said, 'I will strike down upon them with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy thy brothers.
'" - Who dares? - Reverend Bell.
- What are you doing here? - Derek, what are you doing here? You know this man isn't God.
What did you tell him? Did you tell him he'd go to hell if he didn't follow you? I offered him my love and my protection, and I gave him eternal life.
What more can a god do for his soldiers? You're not God.
You're an abomination.
Reverend, no.
He'll kill you! He can't.
He may be safe from MacLeod on holy ground, but he's not safe from me.
Oh, Lord.
Stop him.
Now.
Get outta the way, Derek.
Derek, move outta the way.
- I can't let you do this.
- Derek, get outta the way.
Drop it.
Take him outside, Derek, beyond the cemetery.
Go.
Derek, don't do this.
I'm sorry, Reverend.
You did very well, Derek.
You proved yourself a faithful servant.
Enrique gave his life in my service.
I shall reward him.
Live again, my son.
Your God commands it.
As for you, Luke, you failed me when I needed you most.
- You lost your faith.
- I couldn't help it.
Silence! Kneel before me.
Kneel.
I shall cleanse you of your sin, my son.
Thank you.
Our Father in heaven, deliver us from sin.
Step away from the preacher.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
No.
Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, Step away.
-on earth as it is in heaven.
- No.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses.
It is written, "Thou shalt have no other gods before me.
" Step away, Derek.
I command it.
I command it! May God have mercy on you both.
I am God! Reverend, get outta here! Go! Enrique, Derek, serve me well.
Put it down! - What are you doing? - If you're God, you don't need us.
I told you once.
Well.
I guess it's just you and me.
By the rules.
Because of you, all my people died.
They took their revenge on me.
I was entombed for 150 years.
You set yourself up as a god, Larca.
You got what you deserved.
I have waited a long time for this, MacLeod.
Too bad.
I am God! No, you're not.
I have no fight with you.
Unless you make one.
Forgive me.
You're an Immortal, Derek, as I am.
You're gonna have to learn what that means.
But that doesn't mean that we're gods.
Not now, not ever.
Come on.
"Dear MacLeod, Derek is doing okay, and the kid's got one hell of a slider.
Regards, Carl Robinson.
" Really? Well, you know Reverend Bell says that Carl has one hell of a baritone.
You made him a Watcher? Uh, let's just say a special correspondent.
Opportunity knocked.
I guess that's one way of making sure he won't tell what he saw.
Were you worried that he would? No.
Hmm.
You know what he said? That some of the gods and prophets of history were just Immortals with delusions of grandeur like Larca.
He was just upset.
Yeah, but is it a possibility? No, it's not.
Well, how can you be so sure? Well, I could quote a whole bunch of people, Joe, but it basically boils down to one thing.
And that is? Faith, Joe.
Faith.
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