Highlander: Endgame

- Want a hot dog? - No, thanks.

Just ketchup, please.

Thanks.

Listen, I've got an errand to run.

Kind of skimpy on the ketchup.

Duncan, I've got to do this alone.

What? Wait, wait, wait.

You called me in Paris, and you said we have to meet.

Now suddenly you've got an errand to run?

What's going on?

I don't know.

It's...

...nothing.

You OK?

Yeah. I'm OK.

Really.

I know you better than that, Connor.

Haven't seen you like this.

People change, Duncan.

You'll learn that.

Fine.

You can tell me all about it tonight.

8:00 at the bar.

And you're buying.

Right.

8:00, and I'm buying.

Mm-hmm.

You sure you gonna be all right, Connor?

Of course. Duncan...

...watch your back.

Connor?

Connor?

'OK.'

'What is it, Connor?'

'Open it.'

'Oh, a ballerina.

'Wow. She's beautiful.

'Thank you.'

'Mmm, my angel.'

'Oh, my God, I'm so proud of you.'

'I love you, Connor.'

'I love you, my Rachel.

'Oh, God, I'm proud of you.'

'Thank you.'

Hello?

Rachel!

'Rachel.

'My beloved Rachel.

'How long has it been since she died?

'A year? A century? More?

'My mind keeps slipping,

'but some things I know.

'I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod,

'and once, a very long time ago,

'I was a Highlander.

'Born of this land,

'and like this land, immortal.'

Witch!

You brought this plague on us.

You damned us all, Connor MacLeod.

You sold your soul!

You're a witch! You child of Satan!

They drove you from your home, cut you off from your own people.

What else do they want?

Someone to blame.

Your mother will burn!

Connor.

Your mother will burn! Rot in hell!

Get in the house.

Get off my land!

Leave us in peace!

Get off my land!

Connor, please.

You're not going back to Glenfinnan.

I have no choice.

Connor, please.

They can't hurt me, and they know it,

but they can still hurt the ones I love.

I'm afraid.

I love you, Heather.

More than anything in this world.

Do you believe me?

Yes.

Then don't be afraid.

Nothing can keep me from you.

Nothing.

Connor.

I thought you might be the water horse...

come to take me on his back and drown me in the loch.

No one comes to take care of you?

Not in years.

They think I bedevil their children

because my own was banished.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Tiny mites and soured dispositions.

I've no need of them, Connor, any of them.

Then it's settled. You're coming with me.

Aah!

Connor!

Connor, what is it?

I'm not sure.

It happened once before.

Aah!

Aah! Connor!

In the name of the Holy See and the rule of law...

Jacob?

...you are hereby charged, Connor MacLeod, with heresy

and the practise of black magic.

We were friends, remember, Jacob?

I stood at your ordination.

I vouched for you.

You shouldn't have come back, Connor.

Take him.

Aah!

The ties of blood cannot be severed by word or deed.

Mother.

Due to the infinite compassion

you are entitled to one final opportunity

to renounce all that is unholy,

and declare Connor MacLeod not of your loins.

How say you, Caiolin MacLeod?

If your God

should persecute me into the next world,

then I shall simply have to find myself another.

Burn her!

No! No! No!

He is your son.

I am silent for you.

Black powder.

It will ease your suffering.

Mother!

No!

No!

You're next, you demon!

Aah!

Aah!

My water horse.

Uh!

The Devil's come back to life!

Let her be, Connor.

Aah!

Father?

Father?

Please.

Do not leave me.

Father.

Aah!

Connor...

'My endless days are filled with memories of the past

'and the death of my mother by Jacob Kell.'

Boy, you people are extremely difficult to find.

We like it that way.

Go ahead, man. Take your pick.

Uh!

Uh!

Aah!

Aah.

Take their heads.

They might be Immortals.

Yes, they might be.

Aah!

Don't be long.

The Sanctuary.

So it's true.

What sacrifices they have made of you,

warehoused like rotting pieces of meat.

Tell me, is this the better way?

I'm sure you've had time to reflect upon it.

What you need to understand

is that I don't care about the game.

I don't care about the rules.

I don't even care about these pathetic souls

you keep locked away as a barrier to the prize.

Which one is Connor MacLeod?

Well, what do we do now?

What we always do.

We're Watchers, not cops.

We'll find another volunteer.

'Whatever you fear about Connor MacLeod,

'fear the worst.'

Who is this?

A friend.

'Don't bother looking for me, Duncan.'

He's on the move.

Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

Hello, Methos.

What brings you to my humble abode?

Need your help.

Why me?

You've been around for 5,000 years.

I want the benefit of your experience.

And I thought it was a social call.

You ever had nightmares?

What kind of nightmares?

Bloody images

powerful enough to even break your meditation.

We live violent lives, MacLeod.

Some of that's bound to stay with us.

These ones came 10 years to the day that Connor MacLeod disappeared.