Highlander II Page #3

[ Electricity Crackling, Faint ]

[ Grunts ]

That was great! Yes!

[ Yells ]

[ Exhales ]

Where the hell am I?

[ Laughs ]

This sure doesn't look

like Kansas, does it?

[ People Screaming ]

Godzilla! Godzilla!

[ Passengers Exclaiming ]

[ Blows Landing ]

[ Woman ]

Oh, my God!

[ Woman Gasps ]

Oh, God.

[ Man ]

Did you see what he did?

Look out!

You're a little one, aren't you?

[ Grunts ]

[ Chuckles ]

Bet you've always wanted

to drive one of these, huh?

Me too.

Hi!

- [ Groans ]

- [ Chuckles ]

- [ Chortling ]

- [ Yelling ]

Yes!

- [ Passengers Screaming ]

- [ Yelling ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Screaming ]

Give me more!

- [ Laughing ]

- [ Screaming ]

Let's have some fun!

Oh, my God!

Last stop.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Coughs, Sighs ]

Can't even make a decent

cup of coffee anymore.

You always use too much water.

- Mac?

- Alan.

Where the hell have you been?

I'm so glad you're here.

So many things have happened.

We must talk.

Okay.

Good God.

You look fantastic.

What have you been doing?

Working out?

Have you had a face lift?

Something like that.

Do you remember

the dreams we had?

Remember the day?

[ Man's Voice ] Good evening. Only a few months

now until the ozone layer is completely gone.

A team of international scientists

led by Dr Alan Neyman...

and supervised by Connor MacLeod...

work around the clock.

This may be the last

chance for planet Earth.

This is TSC.

We are standing by for shield launch.

[ Camera Shutter Clicking ]

They'll remember this day

for a thousand years--

The day we protected the

planet from the sun.

[ Man On P.A. ]

All personnel please leave the area.

We are starting the final countdown.

All personnel please leave the area.

We are starting final countdown.

[ Man #1 ] TSC, this is Florida Control.

All power for the shield

[ Man #2 ] All systems are go.

Please run final checks on all shield power elements.

[ Man On P.A. ] All personnel please leave the area.

We are starting the final countdown.

[ Man #2 ]

TSC, this is Houston Space Control.

Satellite is in final receiving position.

You can start final countdown.

Stand by. This is it.

Roger, Control.

We are standing by.

This is it!

Florida Control, this is TSC.

The December shield installation

is ready to receive.

To all power sources around

the world, this is TSC.

We are ready to receive.

[ Man On P.A. ] Launch minus 10

Ten seconds and counting.

Okay, boys, let's make this a good one.

The world is watching.

[ Man On P.A. ]

Four, three, two, one.

Ignition!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

What a day.

What a great day.

It was a great idea, wasn't it, Mac?

It still is.

But you don't know what's happened.

[ Alan On lntercom ]

It's wonderful.

Alan Come here.

Let me show you.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Come on.

[ Typing ]

[ Door Opens ]

Forgive me, Alan.

I didn't realize you got in this early.

Not usually,

but we got to talking.

Forgive me.

David Blake, Connor MacLeod.

Oh, yes, of course.

I'm afraid I'd forgotten

you were still alive.

Always.

Something on the computer?

Oh, no. No, no.

Nothing I won't remember.

I hope so.

Alan, as long as we have you here, we might

just as well get off to an early start.

Fine.

My office?

All right.

Mr MacLeod, I'm terribly sorry

to have to break this up.

But I trust you can

find your own way out.

Sure.

Take care of yourself, Alan.

By the way, how is the shield business?

Never better.

It must be great to have every country

in the world as your customer.

Actually, Mr MacLeod,

we prefer to think that we protect

the population of the planet...

from death by solar radiation.

It is a rather unique service.

Don't you agree?

As long as it's necessary.

Meaning?

Maybe one day the ozone

layer will repair itself.

That would indeed be a great day

for the human race, wouldn't it?

But it really makes no

difference anymore...

since you built the

shield to last forever.

Nothing lasts forever.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Rock:
Man Singing, Indistinct ]

[ Continues On Earphones ] My name's Jerry

Pritchard, man. What do they call you?

It's quite comfortable back here.

Rather like a coffin.

Right. People in this town, they'd

kill you for a nickel, man.

- Hey, cabbie, you want some?

- Get the f*** away from my car!

Scumbags! Scumbags!

Really.

You're in the music

business, aren't you?

Call it a hunch.

I knew that.

So you're in the music business, man.

That's cool.

I wish I was in the music business.

My sister was in the music business.

You should meet her.

I think you'd get along.

- Stop now.

- What? Here?

- Now.

- This is good.

This is a good place to stop.

Goddamn! Whoo!

Sh*t! F***! Yeah!

[ Katana ]

I'll get out here.

Oh, wow!

[ Laughing ]

Yeah!

Out of control!

You and my sister, man

Forget it!

I should introduce you two.

You could sit around and...

compare tattoos or something, man.

You're crazy!

What next, man?

Central, this is Jerry Pritchard!

Hello? Hello? Sh*t, man.

I should have stayed in school.

Central, hello? I've got

Just take it easy, all right?

Come on Come on.

Central! Central!

Sh*t, man.

Put all this on my tab.

And, Jerry, add a little

something for yourself.

[ Air Hissing ]

Yes.

Forgive me asking yet again,

but how do we remain so high

above the Earth with safety?

By drinking!

[ Laughing ]

[ Fanfare ]

Welcome to your Transatlantic flight.

Please fasten your seat belts.

In the unlikely event of a

loss of cabin pressure,

oxygen masks will drop

from the ceiling.

Place it over your mouth and

nose, and breathe normally.

In case of fire, please do not panic.

Place smoke hood over your head

and crawl to your nearest exit.

Thank you for flying with

us, and enjoy your flight.

Ah.

My kind of town.

[ Electrical Pulses ]

I'm waiting, MacLeod.

Come to me.

[ Shouts ]

I'm waiting!

But on the contrary, Virginia,

all of the most beautiful

women had dark hair.

Helen of Troy, Cleopatra,

Nefertiti, Joan of Arc,

to name but a few.

In fact, it's well known that

the dark-haired ladies...

like to sit [ Whispering ]

[ Giggling ]

Would you like to order something?

Thank you.

May I have some water, please?

Of course.

Something else for you, sir?

No, thank you.

I never eat anything I cannot identify.

Ah. Thank you.

That's not entirely true, of course.

[ Giggles ]

[ Woman's Voice ] Forgive me, my

husband, for leaving you so soon.

I'm so scared, Connor.

I wanted to stay and love you.

The sun is killing us.

Help the ones that are still alive.

Hold my hand.

Promise me, Connor.

Anything.

Promise me you'll do

something to stop this.

Aye, love. I will.

[ Gasping ]

[ Exhales ]

I love you.

[ Muffled Groaning ]

[ MacLeod ]

It was all going to be so good, so clean.

And for one brief moment, it was.

I used to wish you were here to see it.

But not anymore.

Not after what it's become,

what it's done to us.

[ Clapping ]

Bravo. Bravo.

Excellent.

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