Highlander II Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1991
- 91 min
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and it's your goddamn
fault, you old bastard.
Don't turn your back on me!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
There are some people in this world...
who know when to stop...
and some people who don't.
Which kind are you?
Okay, Miss Nobody, you're out of here.
Come on, come on
Come on! Come on!
You're gone.
I'll see you again.
Anytime.
Oh, Jesus.
Why do they always pick my place?
Know what I'm saying?
I'm sorry, Mr MacLeod.
No problem, Jimmy.
No problem.
Watch out!
Son of a b*tch!
Are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine.
You just hang in there, Mr MacLeod.
I'll be right back.
Hey, you! Come back here!
I'm talking to you!
Maybe I should get this one.
[ Beeping ]
What was that?
[ People Chattering ]
What the hell was that?
[ Electrical Pulses ]
Oh, no.
Not again.
[ People Chattering ]
[ Rock:
Muffled, Indistinct ]Mr MacLeod?
Yes?
I'm Louise Marcus.
Terror is a dangerous
business, Ms Marcus.
I'm not a terrorist.
Well, whatever you are, Ms Marcus,
you'll have to excuse me.
I had some very disturbing news.
Did somebody die?
Unfortunately not.
Good-bye, Ms. Marcus.
You know, I used to read about you.
You had such great
passion for the world.
I admired you.
I can see that's all gone now.
You're nothing but a tired old man.
More than you know.
Oh, no, you don't.
The world is dying, MacLeod.
I need your help.
Please get out of the car.
No way.
Suit yourself.
[ Engine Starts ]
[ Horn Honks ]
Listen, MacLeod, when I broke in tonight,
the numbers and figures I saw didn't add up.
Something's wrong, and Blake's
trying to cover it up.
- What do you want me to do?
- Help me.
I can't. Not now.
What happened to the MacLeod
that everyone believed in?
That was 40 years ago.
I'm an old man.
- [ Groaning ]
- Are you all right? What's the matter?
You gotta go.
[ Tires Squeal ]
[ Corda, Reno Yelping, Cackling ]
Who are they?
I don't know.
[ Distorted ]
MacLeod!
Was that just a lucky guess?
Wait a minute.
What are we doing?
Get in there.
Don't make a sound. In here?
You've gotta be kidding.
Come on!
Let me have him.
But I want him!
It's my turn.
MacLeod!
You're going to die!
[ Panting ]
Ramirez!
My old friend Ramirez!
[ Cackles ]
[ Hisses ]
[ Metal Bar Clanks ]
Thank you!
[ Siren Wailing ]
- [ Cackling ]
- [ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]
[ Yells ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Horn Blowing ]
[ Screams ]
[ Electricity Crackling ]
[ Groaning ]
MacLeod.
[ Groaning ]
[ Yelping ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Cackling ]
[ Mouthing Words ]
[ Groans ]
[ Yelling ]
[ Tires Screech ]
I hate to say good-bye, Highlander!
Why?
Are you going somewhere?
Hey, pal, you got a light?
Thanks.
[ Cackling ]
Come on.
Come on!
Ramirez!
[ Groaning ]
Ramirez!
Alas, poor Yorick.
[ Electrical Pulses ]
I knew him, Horatio.
Ah!
[ Audience Chuckling, Murmuring ]
[ Ramirez ]
Well, now.
Alas, poor Yorick.
I knew him, Horatio.
Actually, the name is Ramirez.
- Will you get out of here.
- Excuse me?
A fellow of infinite jest,
of most excellent fancy.
Forgive me for interrupting
your conversation but--
He hath borne me upon his
back a thousand times.
Now, how abhorred in
my imagination it is.
My gorge rises at it.
Here hung those lips...
that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Sir, whatever you gentlemen felt for each
other when your friend was still alive...
is certainly none of my affair.
What's your f***ing game, shithead?
[ Audience Laughing ] Shithead?
What's a shithead?
Get off the stage!
[ Audience Continues Laughing ]
[ Laughs ] My apologies!
Enough of this useless banter.
I shall be on my way and leave
you to converse with your skull.
Farewell, dear shithead.
Farewell.
[ Cheering ]
Rather glad the magic works.
[ Horn Honking ]
So much for the horse and cart.
[ MacLeod ] Louise.
Who are you?
I'm Connor MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.
And I cannot die.
I'm Louise Marcus from
Flagstaff, Arizona.
Let me just see if I
can get this straight.
You're mortal there, but
you're immortal here...
until you kill all the guys
from there who have come here,
and then you're mortal here.
Unless you go back there...
or some more guys
from there come here,
in which case you become
immortal here... again.
- Something like that.
- Of course.
It would be something
like that, wouldn't it?
Quite a night.
Tell me about it.
Think I do this every Saturday night?
Let's say it's a kind of magic.
That's not what I was talking about.
So, what do you want me to do?
You built the shield. Maybe you can
figure out what's going on up there.
What are you saying?
Something is being kept very, very quiet.
Even your old pal Alan
is on a tight leash.
I couldn't get anyone to listen to me.
So you started Cobalt.
Got your face on national TV.
Well, of course.
Somebody had to get
people's attention,
start asking questions,
find out the truth.
Someone like you?
No, damn it!
Someone like you.
Excellent threads, dude.
Shithead.
[ Chattering ]
May I help you, sir?
I would like a suit of clothes.
And why not, indeed?
We are the oldest gentlemen's
tailor in Scotland.
Well, then, I've come
to the right place...
since I am, without a doubt, the
oldest gentleman in Scotland.
Well, if you say so, sir.
Well, let's get started.
I have a long journey ahead
of me and limited time.
I'm afraid sir still
doesn't understand.
A suit may take several
weeks to complete.
I'm afraid sir damn
well does understand...
and sir would like a
suit of clothes by 3:00.
[ "William Tell Overture" ]
There is nothing like a challenge
to bring out the best in man.
With our compliments, sir.
Thank you, Roy.
Can we arrange a limo for you, sir?
A limo?
Yes, to take you to the airport.
Airport?
You did say you had a long
journey ahead of you.
Yes. Well, I believe the
fastest way is still to fly.
To fly.
Yes, of course.
To fly.
[ Louise ]
Have you ever seen a blue sky?
Sure.
What was it like?
It was--
It was the deepest blue you ever saw.
But it was more than that.
White clouds suddenly
turning dark with rain.
[ Sighs, Chuckles ]
And the smell of grass
after the storm.
Red leaves in fall.
Snow in winter.
It was beautiful.
And we thought it would last forever.
I wish you could have seen it.
So do I.
I'd like to,
just once before I die.
[ Katana ] Ah, yes.
Yes.
I guess if you want something done,
you have to do it yourself.
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[ Mutters In Foreign Language ]
It happens again!
[ Passengers Screaming, Shouting ]
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