Highlander (1992) s05e11 Episode Script

I can't believe you did that.
MacLeod, the guy gave me a ticket.
It was a selfless act in the interests of historical accuracy.
An oversized ego would have nothing to do with it.
I think they love me.
They'd love a hammerhead shark if he had a nice smile.
They've asked me back next week.
What do you think? One word.
Okay.
Animal, four legs, carries heavy weights.
Donkey.
No, no, no, no, no.
Try three letters.
Three letters, that would be-- Someone could have recognized you.
No, I don't think so.
Besides, didn't go through the final.
Yeah, because you lost.
Tom Jones didn't popularize the twist.
So, I'm a little weak on pop culture.
Uh-huh.
Well, who the hell is Chubby Checker in the grand scheme of things anyway? I mean, I know how tall Nero was.
I know Caesar's favorite food.
I know Helen of Troy didn't have that great a face, and it only launched a hundred ships not a thousand, I-- Blah, blah, blah, blah.
You expecting anyone? Maybe it's one of your fan club.
Okay, there's another way back.
It's a bit longer but I prefer the view.
Yeah, send me a postcard.
You're not coming? No, I like to know who's around.
Listen, I may not know who Chubby Checker is, but I know when it's time to disappear.
Yeah.
Good luck.
Koren? Looks like Koren and his Comancheros left their mark.
My guess is we're probably about two hours behind him.
Yep.
How many with him? I'd say about six.
Plus the horses they stole.
They didn't even bother to hide their tracks.
They're headed straight for town.
We're in for a fight.
These boys of his think Koren's got some kind of magic.
Figure he can't die.
Yeah, I know.
We'll just have to prove him wrong.
I hate to leave these poor souls like this.
Let God watch over them.
If we don't stop Koren now, there will be more bodies to bury.
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 You're quite a tracker, MacLeod.
You've been in the military? I done my time.
They say Melvin Koren's been shot, stabbed.
Some claim he was even lynched.
I find that hard to credit.
The Comancheros call himEl Gato,"the cat.
" They say he has nine lives.
No, he's just got one, like everyone else.
And like everyone else, he can lose it.
They're in town.
By the corral.
I hope you can shoot as well as you can track.
You ready? Show no mercy, gentlemen.
And expect none.
Let's do this.
Hey, Chihuahua.
Looky here.
Donde esta el Gato? Careful.
There's another one.
Look what we have here.
The famous Texas Rangers.
And they brought a friend.
Melvin Koren, I'm obliged to place you and these men under arrest for murder.
I like it fine right here.
Saloons, women, whiskey.
No, I think we'll stay put.
Either way, Koren.
On your feet or on your back, it's all the same.
I think you came a long way to die.
I do love the old ways best.
It's over.
Next time.
Adios, Highlander.
Now you see me, now you don't.
Koren.
What are you doing here? Trying to kill someone.
What does it look like? He's gone.
Come on.
I don't want a drink.
Then you won't mind if I have one.
It's not every day I almost take my friend's head by mistake.
Or she takes mine.
It was an accident.
Oh, I'm glad to hear it.
I was this close, Duncan.
This close, and he got away.
But not again.
Not ever again.
Why don't you tell me about it? I'm wasting time.
Then waste it.
I can't.
He's getting away.
I shouldn't even be here.
This is exactly where you should be.
You're in no shape to fight anybody, Cassandra.
I'll take the chance.
Then you'll lose.
Cassandra, I know Koren.
I know how dangerous he is.
Koren? Yes.
Melvin Koren.
The man you're after.
I know him.
You don't know him at all.
Long before he called himself "Koren," he went by another name-- Kronos.
The what? He can't be.
No? If the Horsemen were alive at all, they-they-- They existed ages ago, maybe thousands of years.
They can't exist anymore.
I'd give my life to believe that.
But it's not true.
One lives.
I can still see them.
They were monsters.
They rode across the world we knew and brought terror and death.
Where they were, life ceased.
They were without mercy.
They were without fear.
I lived with a tribe of nomads.
A healer named Hijad found me as a baby and raised me as his own.
I wasn't immortal yet, but Hijad sensed special powers within me.
The pain will leave you soon.
But do not use the arm until I tell you.
Did I make the medicine badly? You made it perfectly.
Why did you make magic over him? There is more to healing than herbs.
You will learn.
And one day you will pass my simple skills.
Then you will be the healer.
But you will always be here.
Not always.
No! What are they? The Horsemen.
Do you know what we are? We have nothing you want.
Then you die.
No! No, wait! No! They took what they wanted and left nothing.
Hijad, my people, everything I knew and loved was destroyed.
It was the end of the world.
The end of, uh, my world.
I never knew.
I tried to forget what happened.
Years turned into centuries, then more centuries.
I thought I'd succeeded and then I learned Kronos was alive.
Melvin Koren.
Oh, whatever he wants to call himself, he is Kronos.
He'll always be Kronos.
All the hate, all the pain I tried to leave behind, it-- It never leaves, does it? Sometimes.
For a while.
You're kidding me, right? The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, like in the Bible? No, like in the Kentucky Derby.
Oh, well, great.
We'll phone my bookie, Mac.
Who we bettin' on-- War, Famine, Pestilence? Death.
You're serious.
Dead serious.
Well, uh-- Throughout history, there have been mounted raiders.
Yeah.
I mean, local stories, they turn into legends.
Legends turn into myths.
The Four Horsemen of-- They're symbols of doom.
A symbol didn't put my tribe to the sword.
Joe, look.
The Horsemen were Immortals.
One of them was called Kronos.
Kronos? Sounds like somethin' out of the Dark Ages.
Bronze, actually.
I know.
I was there.
So what do you want me to do? Find Kronos.
How? I mean, even if this is for real, I've never heard of this guy before.
Yeah, but you have heard of Melvin Koren.
Yeah.
I'll see what I can find out.
MacLeod? Is that you? Greetings, brother.
Kronos.
I missed you too.
It's been a long time.
How you feeling? Like I left my heart in San Francisco.
I didn't know you had a heart.
Does it hurt? What do you think? Since you ask, I think you're not used to pain, brother.
What's happened, you got soft? I just passed through my angry adolescence a little quicker than you, Kronos.
For a long time, I thought you were dead.
I didn't even bother looking for you.
Then I heard rumors.
Methos, the world's oldest man.
You slipped up there, old friend.
You got sloppy.
Well, we're none of us perfect.
I shouldn't be surprised you're still alive.
You were always the one I counted on.
You weren't the strongest or the toughest, but you were the survivor.
It's what you do best.
Or did.
So you've come to kill me.
It's whatIdo best.
But you do have a choice.
Oh, I'm all for choices.
Well, you can either lose your head, or you can join me.
Well, since you put it that way-- Welcome back, brother.
Methos.
I was worried about you, MacLeod.
Glad you made it.
Yeah, me too.
Uh, something unexpected has come up-- Yeah, tell me about it.
Listen, have you ever heard of an Immortal named Kronos? Kronos? Yeah.
You? Who's this? Draw your sword.
MacLeod, who is she? Cassandra, what are you doing? Stay out of this, MacLeod.
You don't know me.
Do you think I could ever forget you? Surprise, you're not dead.
Your kind is hard to kill.
You'll have to try harder than that.
Where are they? Hijad, my people.
Take me to them.
You want to see them? Yes.
There they are.
You killed them? All of them? Including you.
The wound.
It's gone.
I should be dead.
You live because I wish it.
And you stay alive as long as you please me.
That did not please me.
I am Methos.
You live to serve me.
Never forget that.
You're a thieving bastard, Caspian! You always were.
It's mine! It belongs to me! It belongs to whoever can take it.
I saw it first! I fought as well as you.
I killed more people.
Women and children don't count! I can kill you just as well.
Lay it down, Caspian.
Why should I? Because if you do not, I will kill you.
Trust me.
If I have to lose one, it will be you.
Kronos.
Problems? Not anymore.
Well, there's one way to make sure.
Lift it.
We share everything.
You died once today.
Did you enjoy that? Well, learn this lesson well-- I will kill you as many times as it takes to tame you.
This is crazy.
It wasn't me, MacLeod.
Do something.
This is between you and me, Methos.
Get out of here.
Now! Go! Let go of me! Let go of me! Only until you calm down.
Okay? Okay.
He's gone.
You have no right to interfere.
He didn't even know you.
He's a liar.
Don't come between us again.
Cassandra, he's my friend.
Your friend rode with Kronos-- killed and raped alongside him.
He was one of the Horsemen.
I don't know, Mac.
Methos, Kronos, the Four Horsemen.
I don't buy it.
Why not? This is our Methos she's talking about, right? Yeah.
I mean, he is the one Immortal I know that never looks for a fight.
- Has he been here? - I ain't seen him.
Fine.
Mac! This is thousands of years ago we're talking about.
Right? I mean, someone lives with thoughts of revenge that long, it becomes an obsession.
Maybe she's delusional.
No, no, no, no.
Not Cassandra.
Mac, maybe she's a liar.
What do you really know about this woman? What do I know about Methos? Can you imagine him murdering women and children for pleasure? - No.
- No.
I mean, sometimes all you have to go with is your gut.
If I were you, I'd listen to him.
It's just not enough.
Hey, as you know, the Watchers don't know everything.
Hell, you know as much about Methos history as I do.
If it's proof you're looking for, buddy, I am fresh out.
Then I'm just gonna have to find my own.
So, you're back.
What did you think I'd do? Run and hide? Go somewhere you couldn't find me? No.
You're too smart for that.
You know that I'd track you down no matter how long it took.
And then I'd kill you.
Well, it's nice to feel wanted.
Not want! Need! A dozen times I tried to take up the old ways.
But I failed.
The others I rode with were trash.
Scum.
I had no one to plan my raids.
No one who understood the true use of terror.
You are one of a kind, Methos.
As we all were.
There was never a band like us.
Never in all history.
You took a risk, letting me out of your sight earlier on today.
A lot of time has passed since we rode together.
I had to be sure of you.
And now I am.
Don't you understand? I'm not like that anymore.
I have changed.
No.
You pretended to.
Maybe even convinced yourself you had, but inside, you're still there, Methos.
You're like me.
Not anymore.
No? Tell me you haven't missed it.
The killing? The freedom! The power! Riding out of the sun knowing that you're the most terrifying thing that they've ever seen.
Knowing that their weapons and their gods are useless against you, that you're the last thing they'll ever see.
That's what you are meant to be, Methos.
Don't fight it.
Feel it.
I'm going to do you a favor.
You know Cassandra's here.
We didn't exactly exchange gifts.
Then you know that she'll kill you if she gets the chance.
You never could bring yourself to take her head, could you? So I'm going to do it for you.
And in return? You kill Duncan MacLeod.
But he's my friend.
He's nothing to you.
Why? Why? Because he's your friend.
Because you still have to prove yourself.
And because you owe me! Now swear.
Swear you will kill MacLeod.
I swear.
Going somewhere? You shouldn't be here.
What are you runnin' from, the question or the answer? There is no answer, MacLeod.
Let it be.
Is what she said true? I'm outta here.
No, you're not.
You're not outta here.
Is what she said true? T-- The times were different, MacLeod.
I was different.
The whole bloody world was different, okay? Did you kill all those people? Yes.
Is that what you want to hear? Killing was all I knew.
Is that what you want to hear? It's enough.
No.
It is not enough.
I killed, but I didn't just kill 50-- I didn't kill a hundred.
I killed a thousand.
I killed 10 thousand! And I was good at it.
And it wasn't for vengeance.
It wasn't for greed.
It was because I liked it.
Cassandra was nothing.
Her village was nothing.
Do you know who I was? I was Death.
Death.
Death on a horse.
When mothers warned their children that the monster would get them, that monster was me.
I was the nightmare that kept them awake at night.
Is that what you want to hear? The answer is yes.
Oh, yes.
We're through.
Joe, you can't defend it.
I'm not defending it.
I'm trying to understand it.
What's to understand? When he rode into a village, there was life.
When he rode out, there wasn't.
You weren't there.
Different times, MacLeod.
Different rules.
Different morals.
You can't compare it.
I won't compare it.
And I can't excuse it.
Yeah.
How many men have you killed? How much blood have you shed in anger? Look, I know what I've done, and I live with it.
But I'm telling you.
This is different.
What the hell are you talking about? I'm talking about a bunch of murdering bastards that burned and raped across two continents.
They butchered innocent women and children, Joe.
You live with that.
You see that.
I have.
Vietnam.
When we took out a village, we couldn't tell the farmers from the soldiers.
You think somehow the bullets managed to miss all the children? This is different.
How? Because he loved it.
Because he had pleasure in killing.
Yeah? Yeah, I got it.
Kronos.
Where? That abandoned power station down at the old south docks.
I thought you said you didn't have a Watcher on Kronos.
We don't.
We have one on Cassandra.
She led us to him.
I hope you brought me his sword.
I brought mine.
It's all I need.
You look different somehow.
Maybe it's because you're on your feet for a change, instead of your back.
Centuries pass.
Nations come and go.
You remain the same.
I try.
Did you come here for me? I'm afraid Methos is busy.
He's out killing MacLeod.
Let's see if you've learned anything in the last 3,000 years.
You're weak, Kronos.
Tired.
All you want to do is close your eyes.
You have to close your eyes.
Why? So you can kiss me? Your sword grows heavy.
Make love to me before I kill you.
And cut out the feeble tricks.
They won't work on me.
Well, maybe this will-- Methos never liked the idea of killing you.
But I do.
You witch! You're dead! Come out now and I'll make it quick.
If you don't, you're going to be begging me to kill you.
Then let's make it quick.
'Cause I can't wait.
I guess it's true.
You wait long enough, everything comes back.
Come and get it.
You should have killed me when you had the chance.
I can wait.
I didn't think you were still alive.
I'm here.
Did you find Kronos? Yeah.
He's dead? Then I failed.
No, you didn't fail.
You're still alive.
And so are they.
It'll never be over until they're both dead.
Then we'll find them.
Why did you stop the fight? You saved MacLeod.
Could have gone either way.
I couldn't take the chance.
Were you afraid of me losing? Or him? Have I been wrong about you, hmm? Maybe I should kill you right now and make absolutely sure.
If you do that, you'll never have the Four Horsemen.
What are you saying? Silas and Caspian are alive.
You're lying.
I can take you to them.
Then you live.
The Four Horsemen ride again.
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