Highlander (1992) s05e10 Episode Script

We will not compromise.
Come, Dimitri.
Watch.
You might learn something.
Igor Stefanovich will not compromise.
Sit down.
proudly call ourselves Russians.
The hammer and sickle will fly again.
Do they not love me? Of course they love me.
I fill their empty bellies with something more than food.
I fill them with someone to hate.
Someone to blame for their wretched lives.
The Jews, Muslims.
Chechnyans.
It really doesn't matter.
There are glorious days ahead, Dimitri.
Lousy TV.
That's the first thing we'll have to fix.
I'm going to bed.
I don't want to be disturbed.
Good night, Mr.
Stefanovich.
Yes? I have an appointment with Igor Stefanovich.
Impossible.
Comrade Stefanovich has just gone to bed.
Then I'm right on time.
If you don't trust me, you can search me.
What have I to hide? He's expecting me.
What is going on here? Hello.
Hello! Stefanovich has been shot! Send in an ambulance.
Quickly! Now! Listen to me! Stefanovich has been shot.
No! Listen to me, damn it! Send an ambulance now! Quickly! The hammer and sickle will fly again.
You and I and all our children will once more be proud to call ourselves Russians.
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 Come on.
Get 'im in there.
What'd I tell you? The kid works the body Ah, you mean like Dick Tiger.
Dick Tiger.
What the hell are you two talking about? Who he? Middleweight contender back in the '50s.
Guy hit like a mule.
Dick Tiger.
Who he? Middleweight champion back in the '50s.
Aw, he was lucky.
The Marquis of Queensberry would have been so proud.
Who he? - Come on, bum.
Get in there! - Keep up the left.
Watch the overhand right.
Not like you didn't warn him.
So, what? You and Joe, you want to sponsor this event? Come on, man.
Charlie would have loved this.
Yeah, he grew up here.
He figured a place like this would keep the kids off the street.
Yeah.
I can see that's really important.
'Cause out in the streets you can get hurt.
- Stick and go.
- I don't believe it.
Time to go.
She's a friend.
Listen, when I carry a sword and I haven't been formally introduced, I get shy.
Yeah.
Hey, Mac.
All right.
Are you coming? Yeah.
Right.
Ingrid? Duncan? If you ask me, your mission here for British Intelligence is useless.
Why? Because the British ruling class are snobs.
Because no matter what you tell them, they'll never believe that they should fear a housepainter from Austria.
Does Hitler really have the support of the German people? The proletariat, they're always the last to realize what's going on.
And when they do, it's usually too late.
You know, it wouldn't be tragic if it wasn't so predictable.
They love him.
Incredible.
Hmm.
Why should that surprise you? Hitler appeals to the lowest common denominator.
David, what happened? It was those goddamn Nazis, that's what happened.
I'm standing on the corner talking-- - That's all you were doing was talking? -Ja,just talking.
And-And then those bastard brownshirts start hitting me.
- Three of them.
- Have a drink.
You'll feel better.
You want to give the British a piece of intelligence? Tell them the greatest danger in dealing with a leader like Hitler is underestimating him.
My God.
That's them.
- Really? - You're just here to observe.
Remember? Look what we have here.
A loud-mouthed Jew has run back to his Communist friends.
Are you his friend? No.
I'm his brother.
Another Jew.
Whoops.
Get out of here.
Say hello to Hitler for me.
You're not helping anything, you know.
What do you think you've accomplished with that little display? I don't know.
Made me feel better.
I thank you, my friend.
But she's right.
You may have stopped these two, but there will be more.
There will always be more.
Yeah.
Can I have another beer, please? - It's on the house.
- Oh, thank you.
What? Farewell.
Friends of yours? I'll explain later.
Come on.
So, you wanna tell me what happened back there? Oh, some Russian politician was assassinated.
The police want to question me.
Is there something I'm missing here? No.
I just happened to be in Moscow at the same hotel.
I don't even know who it was.
Actually, they already took a statement from me at the hotel.
But after I left the country, they ran a check on my passport, and I guess something wasn't kosher.
I don't know.
I don't remember you being so careless.
What can I say? I haven't been great with paperwork lately.
Well, what do I have to do to get a drink around here? Thank you.
So they wonder about the woman with the phony passport? Serves me right for getting sloppy.
Well, I'm sure we can straighten it out.
Oh, I think it's best to just leave it alone.
Who knows? They might even suspect me.
Oh, you.
No.
Silly, isn't it? Although, I must admit, the world is a better place without Igor Stefanovich.
I thought you said you didn't know his name.
Well, I must have seen it in a newspaper.
- On TV or something.
- Oh.
I have a plane to catch.
I have to go.
You-You're leaving now? Oh, yes.
Too many questions to answer if they find me.
Oh.
It's been really great seeing you again, Duncan.
- What's going on, Ingrid? - Nothing.
- If you need any help-- - I'll know where to find you.
It's not a question of just the boxing.
The kids need something to do, to have discipline.
Don't you understand? I'm not a big fan of blood sports.
Oh, dear.
So what happened to your friend? She left.
She didn't stick around long.
No.
She, uh, mention why the police were after her? She said, uh, they were here to tie up some loose ends.
Oh, right.
So, uh, five patrol cars and 10 uniforms? - That's a lot of manpower to tie up a few loose ends.
- You're an old cynic.
I try.
Look at this.
It's an exhibition of Greek antiquities.
Oh, yeah.
Can't wait.
A 2,500-year-old garage sale.
Listen, some of this stuff could be mine.
I believe the phrase is, "Do you mind if I borrowed your newspaper?" Damn it.
Mac? I'll see you later.
Now is the time for white America to stand up.
Now is the time for white America to stand up and remember who we are and what we stand for.
Hey, Jerry, you wanna bring more chairs over? I got it.
Now is the time for white America to stand up and remember who we are and what we've done.
Can we get a sound check, sir? White is right.
How's that? Thank you, sir.
Now is the time for white America to stand up and remember who we are and what we've done.
-To remember whose sweat built this nation.
- Guess you didn't leave town.
If you're my friend, you'll turn around and walk out that door.
I know, everybody knows, and damn it, I say it's time-- Because I'm your friend, I can't let you do this.
This is none of your business, Duncan.
You can't do this.
I'm not gonna watch you kill an innocent man.
Let go of my arm.
No, I won't.
- I'm only doing what needs to be done.
- What's going on out there? It's not gonna happen.
Oh, my God.
He's got a gun! Are you a writer of fiction, Mr.
MacLeod? Smoking was much more agreeable.
That's a shame.
Possessed of such an imagination, it seems a shame to squander your talents on my humble self.
If I could help you, Inspector, I would.
Would you? Let's review.
Shall we? You just happen to be here when they are setting up for the Wilkinson speech? No.
I was here the day before for a boxing match and I was-- A woman you have never seen before has a gun.
You take the gun away from her.
Then she screams, "You have a gun," and runs away, leaving you holding the weapon? - Do I understand correctly so far? - I know how it sounds.
Do you? Do you, Mr.
MacLeod? If I have learned anything in my relatively undistinguished career with Interpol, it is that nothing is impossible.
And no one is who they seem to be.
No one.
his the girl? No one.
Um, I'm not certain, actually.
I didn't get a good look at her.
Pity.
Normally, when one disarms a potential assassin, one pays more attention to details.
Don't bother with prints, Robert.
She won't have left any.
What is this about? It's about murder, Mr.
MacLeod.
It's about murder.
Let's start again.
A woman you have never seen before has a gun.
I'm sorry, but you left me no choice.
Doors and windows were locked.
Elevator needs a key.
- You've gotten good.
- I've had to.
So what have you been doing in the past 50 years, Ingrid? - Traveling mostly.
- Traveling or running? Both.
After the war, I spent a few years in Israel.
- Israel? - With the Mossad.
And then a couple years in England with Special Services, and then with the C.
I.
A.
- You had good teachers.
- The best.
So what Breslaw was saying about the murders was true? They weren't murders.
They were assassinations.
There's a difference.
- The end result is the same.
- Yes, but some people deserve to die.
That's the difference.
Must be quite a responsibility being judge, juror and executioner.
Oh, you think I want to do what I do? I don't know what to think.
I've only killed the ones who needed it.
How many? Not enough.
Since when was it so easy for you to kill? You will like him.
He's good.
It's time that he was here.
He'll be here soon.
Just relax.
Colonel Stauffenburg, Duncan MacLeod.
We've had good reports about you, Colonel.
- You are British? - Yes.
I have the papers for a German officer returning from the Russian front.
You will never pass.
Your German is very good.
I've had lots of time to practice.
You certain there's no other way than a bomb? No one is allowed to carry a gun in the presence of the fuüührer.
This is our only way.
You have the fuses? All the way from England.
They run 10 minutes? You break the glass, it releases the acid.
The acid eats through the wire, and the wire releases the firing pin.
- Eight, 10 minutes, we can't be exact.
- That is good enough.
- The device will be placed in my briefcase.
All right then.
This is how I see it.
The wolf's lair.
Hitler's headquarters.
There are sentries here, here and here.
But most important of all is the S.
S.
checkpoint on the main road here.
The conference room and the underground bunker are here.
There's only one way in.
So there's not a chance in hell he can escape this time.
And the reserve army is ready to step in? The shadow government is prepared both here and in occupied France.
As soon as they receive word that Operation Valkyrie is completed, a new Germany will be born.
To Valkyrie then.
- To Valkyrie.
- To Valkyrie.
What is it? For 200 years the most I've ever done about war is talk about it.
Well, it's natural to be a little afraid.
Oh, I'm not afraid, Duncan.
The worst they can do is shoot me.
Then what is it? Truth? Yeah.
I've never killed a mortal before.
I've used my sword when I've had to, but always against our kind.
This is different.
Yes, it is.
Some of those men are just soldiers fighting for their country, and tomorrow they die.
Their children will grow up without fathers.
That's true, Ingrid.
That will happen.
But something else will happen too.
Hitler will be dead.
Fraulein.
Wilkinson is not Hitler.
But he might become Hitler.
Yeah, but you don't know that.
I won't take that chance.
He has to be stopped.
At 16, he and his friends beat two gay men to death.
At 20, they burned three black churches in the South.
Ingrid, if you have the proof-- There is no proof.
He's smart, MacLeod.
He's done nothing in years.
Now all he does is give a speech and a dozen other people go out and burn churches for him.
He has to die.
There is no other way.
There has to be another way.
Fifty years from now, I don't want to look back on this day as the day I could've saved the world from him.
Duncan, we're old friends.
Don't try to stop me.
Please.
I won't let you.
You mind telling me what you find funny about this? Okay-- Yeah, well, not exactly funny, but, um, pretty entertaining, yeah.
Just what is so entertaining? MacLeod tussling with another of his, um, moral dilemmas.
You know, there are times I really don't like you.
Sometimes I don't like myself.
I see.
Ingrid Henning.
Hey, ask-ask Joe about her.
I don't have to ask Joe about her.
I know about her.
She failed to kill Hitler in '44, and she's been making up for it ever since.
This is not good news.
I can't believe they moved the briefing.
Pull over here.
The conference room is aboveground.
The energy of the blast will be deflected out of the windows.
Then we'll just have to put the briefcase as close to Hitler as possible.
Well, leave that to me.
This time I will stay to make sure it goes off.
No, I'm not gonna let you sacrifice yourself.
It is not up to you.
Colonel, imagine the chaos after tonight.
Germany's gonna need someone to restore order.
They're gonna need somebody to negotiate a peaceful surrender with the Allies.
He's right.
Today is just the beginning.
The real work comes later.
I'll stay in the room after you place the briefcase.
Listen to him.
It's the only way.
Come.
The German people will not forget the British soldier who gave his life for them today.
I will see to that.
If you don't mind, Colonel, I'd rather stay anonymous.
Chief of Staff Field Marshal Brandt, Colonel Frick, newly returned from the Russian front.
No doubt, Frick, you are here to explain why the British convoys are still getting through supplying the Red Army.
I can assure you, Field Marshal, you'll find my report completely satisfactory.
It is not I who must be satisfied.
God be with you, Duncan MacLeod.
Fifteen kilometer of railroad destroyed in the last air strike alone.
The new 50-millimeter flak guns are completely useless.
They are laughing at me.
This cannot go on.
The honor of Germany is at stake.
I will not stand for it! Do you hear me? Excuse me, Field Marshal, I must make a call.
Why build flak towers around the railroad yard if the guns don't work! Who is the imbecile responsible? - Perhaps I can explain.
- I hope for your sake you can.
If I may demonstrate.
So, railway lines have been destroyed here, here and here.
The flak towers have been deployed here-- What are you doing? Fool, let me go.
Oh, my God.
God-- has spared me again.
I am invincible! The hand of God himself protects the fuüührer.
The hand of God himself protects the führer.
The hand of God himself protects the führer.
Halt! Hitler should have died that day, but we failed.
And Ingrid blames herself.
Come on, man.
You are not buying into that tawdry, guilt-induced little melodrama.
Oh, I forgot.
We're talking to the only guilt-free man in the Western world.
No, we're talking about Ingrid.
It is the ultimate in arrogance to think that one person can alter the course of history.
You can't deny that by killing Hitler in '44, thousands of lives would have been saved-- maybe millions.
Yeah, and if you killed him in '43 like Rommel wanted, maybe Germany would have won the war.
History makes men, MacLeod.
Men don't make history.
I-I'm talking about the time, okay? The "Zeitgeist," to quote the Germans.
If it hadn't been the little painter from Austria, it would have been someone else.
Would've been a-- I don't know, shopkeeper, garbageman.
My point is, it doesn't matter.
The times were ripe for a führer.
My point is it was Hitler.
You're a historian.
What do you think? I'm not getting in the middle of this.
- Coward.
- Ditto.
All right, you want an answer? - Who gives a damn? - Hey.
What matters is that it's Mac's friend.
Pretty smart.
For a kid.
- What are you gonna do? - In her heart she thinks she's right.
And part of me agrees.
- I don't know how to stop her.
- Don't you? No.
I don't.
You know, you really can be an arrogant pain in the ass sometimes.
Guilty as charged.
We let ourselves in.
I love company.
Who brought the beer? Is this really necessary? I had a man watching this place.
He saw Ingrid coming out.
- You found her? - Where is she? - Guess not.
- You lied to me.
You said you didn't know her.
Well, maybe she was coming here looking for a workout.
Where is she? If I told you I didn't know, would you believe me? I've already made that mistake.
Take him downtown.
My only vice left.
I'm not interested in you, MacLeod.
I suggest you don't make me interested.
If you think I'm involved in these murders, charge me.
"Charge me, or set me free.
" The cry of the innocent man.
I might not charge you, MacLeod.
I know you are not in this with her.
But what you are is a blind fool.
Then give me a white cane, and I'll get out of here.
Not quite.
What is she to you? A lover? A relation, perhaps? Or just an old friend? Old friends are the worst.
They claim more of your soul.
I don't agree with what Ingrid's done.
But part of you understands it, yes? - A little story.
- Do I have a choice? I'll be brief.
Good.
Once there was a writer, a poet, actually.
But he lived in the dark times.
Hitler.
The Nazis.
And soon he was afraid to stay in Germany.
He thought that they would be safe there.
And for a while, they had a good life.
They were happy there.
Until one night when the Communists broke into his house.
They took him away in the dead of night and shot him.
For his poetry.
You see? They shot my father for writing poetry, MacLeod.
So part of me understands Ingrid too.
A tyrant here, a dictator there.
And now there is this Wilkinson.
Despicable.
Some people might say murdering him is a community service.
What would you say, MacLeod? I say you should postpone Wilkinson's speech tomorrow night.
I wanna stop Ingrid as much as you do.
On that we would agree.
Your lawyer is here, and since I'm not going to charge you good-bye.
My lawyer? This I gotta see.
Officers.
Well, that worked pretty well.
Since when are you my attorney? Whatever you need.
Lawyer, doctor, Indian chief.
I've got paperwork to cover it all.
Yeah, of course.
I forgot.
Uh, Mac.
Cab.
Okay, Watcher records are a bit sketchy on our lady, so I had a check with the desk sergeant while I was waiting.
So you know she committed at least 15 murders in the past 10 years.
Yeah, which leaves about The mind boggles.
Oh, come on, man.
Who's to know-- Who's to say she's not right? Maybe the people she killed deserved to die.
Okay, this is the angle now, is it? The end justifies the means.
It's not very original.
She believes she's making the world a better place.
Mac, that's exactly what he believed.
Remember, uh, what was his name? Uh, Adolf something or other.
"Adolf something or other.
" I don't believe you.
You believe it.
You just don't wanna hear it.
Yeah.
We got you.
Damn it.
It's Frayne.
Patch me through to the inspector.
Connecting--it'll be one minute, Detective.
Okay, Ingrid.
Just relax.
Nobody's going to-- That's right.
- Nobody's going to stop me.
Patching through, Detective.
Frayne, do you read? Over.
No, no, no.
I don't believe it.
Stefanovich, yes.
Wilkinson, maybe.
But there's no way she would kill a cop.
Are you sure? I'm positive.
There's no way.
She couldn't do that.
I was right.
You are a fool.
Listen.
It's Frayne.
Patch me through to the inspector.
- Okay, Ingrid.
Just relax.
Nobody's going to-- - That's right.
Nobody's going to stop me.
I'm sorry.
I have a wife and children.
No, please! Don't.
But I can't let anyone stop me.
Calling all cars, officer needs assistance-- The police station log tape.
Where is she? MacLeod, that woman will kill anyone who gets in her way.
For the last time, where is she? I don't know.
I hope you have a dark suit, because soon you will be going to the funeral of a friend.
- Hold it.
- Don't move.
It's not Wilkinson, Ingrid.
Drop it.
Drop it, or you are dead.
It's not him.
What a waste.
You're not driving, are you? Never gets any easier.
What? The killing, I mean.
- Maybe it's not supposed to.
- Maybe if I die a little tonight, it will even things out between me and God.
I hear Wilkinson's speech is back on for tomorrow night.
This time he is on his own.
When I was a little boy, everything was black and white.
Good and evil, you see.
Then I grew up and discovered that there was only gray.
I'm sorry I had to kill your friend.
The Ingrid I knew I'll never forget.
But the one you killed, I don't even know who she was.
- You did what you had to do.
- But was I right? If this fascist scum Wilkinson becomes your president in the next five or 10 years-- how am I going to sleep at night? I would've made the same choice.
They call me a racist.
Why? 'Cause I have the guts to tell the truth.
That's right! It's not my truth.
It's not your truth.
It is the truth.
And the truth is I can't support a government that is weak, corrupt and taxes us to death.
Who's gonna protect us and our children from these hoodlums and crackheads? We're gonna do it ourselves! She's not here.
She will be.
She has to be.
The truth is that it's time for every true American-- and we know who we are-- to stand up and say, "We're not gonna take it anymore!" This guy gives me a headache.
Let's get out of here.
- No.
There's something else.
- Do we want a white America? - Do we want a free America? Yeah! - I'm telling you, Mac.
She's a no-show.
- Vote for a New Freedom Party.
This is the New Freedom Party.
Are you with me? Are you certain there's no other way than the bomb? That's it.
That's it.
Ingrid, don't do this.
Dozens of innocent people are gonna die.
Innocence is relative.
You've lived long enough to know that.
What about the cop you killed? What was his crime? He was just doing his job.
He didn't care about Wilkinson.
He didn't care about politics.
Just like those German officers we killed with that bomb? They were just soldiers.
Ah, yes, but the price of killing Hitler.
- Except we didn't.
- No.
That was different.
That was war.
- Put it down.
- I can't.
- Duncan.
- I don't wanna do this.
- We're old friends.
- This goes beyond friendship.
You'll never be able to do it.
I know you.
You're better than I am.
- Please.
- Imagine a world without tyrants.
Without dictators.
I can't let you kill everybody in that room.
Are you prepared to sacrifice all that? For what? For a group of arrogant, racist bastards who are no better than he is.
It doesn't matter what they are.
Put it down, damn you! You have no right to do this.
But you have the right to stop me? How is that different from my killing them? It's now or never, Duncan.
No! Are you with me, my friends? It's time to make this country ours again! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! - New Freedom Party! - New Freedom Party! - To the New Freedom Party! When I was a little boy, everything was black and white.
Good and evil, you see? Then I grew up and discovered there was only gray.
Yeah, great speech.
New Freedom Party.
New Freedom Party.
New Freedom Party.
New Freedom Party.
Way to go.
It's about time.
All right, Wilkinson.
You got my vote.
Are you okay? Ingrid asked me something before she died.
They usually do.
She said, "What was the difference between her killing them and me killing her?" Good question.
Right up there with chicken and egg.
So what are you saying? There is no answer? No, there is an answer.
But the real question is whether you're ready for it.
Stefanovich killed, and Ingrid judged him.
Wilkinson killed, and Ingrid judged him.
Ingrid killed, and you judged her.
So who judges me? You hungry? 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