Highlander II Page #4

I always did admire a man

who could talk to the dead.

It's so good to see

you again, MacLeod.

The remains of your mortal wife?

So frail.

So very dead.

At least she's at peace.

Peace is highly overrated.

Things don't change, Katana.

I like that.

After all these years,

you're still a jerk.

What do you mean?

After all this time, I was ready

to kick back, grow old and die.

You changed everything.

And now I'm back to square one.

Immortal... again.

[ Bell Tolling ] So, Katana, let's

see who goes back after all.

[ Priest Praying In Latin ]

Mmm.

I rather like this place.

It's got atmosphere.

I just might stay.

Get off!

Remember the golden rule, Highlander.

We must never fight on holy ground.

And this...

is holy ground.

[ Praying Continues ]

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

If you don't take it out and

use it, it's going to rust.

[ Wind Blowing ]

On three!

Break!

Red 36, Blue 21!

Hike! Hike! Hike!

[ MacLeod's Voice ]

Ship's log:
The Rosemary.

The men are all gone now,

God rest their souls.

I alone have come back from the dead...

again.

Who knows how long I

will continue to drift--

days, months, years?

As of this day--

September 6, 1853

Captain MacLeod no longer exists.

Will this never end?

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Wings Flapping ]

[ Man Screams ]

[ Both Grunting ]

[ Katana Groans ]

Not bad.

[ Groans ]

[ Yells, Grunts ]

[ Grunts, Laughs ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Neck Cracking ]

Nicely played, MacLeod,

but the game's not over yet.

[ Bones Cracking ]

[ Groans ]

[ Yells ]

[ Katana Laughing ]

What happened to you?

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Who is the girl in the painting?

That was Heather--

my first wife.

We lived in Scotland in 1542.

What was she like?

Full of love. Full of life.

Till the end.

I held her in my arms when she died.

An old woman.

I still loved her.

And the other?

That's Brenda my last wife.

She looks lovely.

She was.

She died in New York, 29 years ago.

That's a long time to be alone.

You get used to it.

Do you really?

No.

What is it?

Oh, no. Not again.

Go upstairs.

Damn.

Greetings, Highlander.

You called?

Incredible.

What took you so long?

They could have killed me.

Don't be ridiculous.

You've remembered almost

everything I taught you.

I've had a lot of practice lately.

There's no substitute for experience.

What experience?

You've been dead for 500 years.

- So?

- Watch it!

Watch what?

"Watch what?"

The sculpture!

That's a sculpture?

Now you are being ridiculous.

Remember, MacLeod you called me.

Hmm?

[ Laughing ]

To magic.

Magic works.

It's nice to see that some things have

actually improved over the years.

Is this private?

[ Ramirez ]

Not necessarily.

This is Juan Sanchez

Villa-Lobos Ramirez,

my old friend and teacher,

visiting from Scotland.

Visiting most unexpectedly

from Scotland.

This is Louise Marcus.

Watch it.

She's wanted by the police.

I didn't realize the police

had such good taste.

So, you two have known each

other for a long time.

Seems like an eternity.

Please don't bother, Alan.

Every time you turn that thing on it

just gets printed out in my office.

And yes, yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes, yes' yes,

that includes your little computer

conversation with MacLeod the other day.

Besides, what good could

you possibly do, old man?

What do you mean?

Oh, I don't know.

How about for starters that there simply

isn't enough energy on the planet...

to take down the shield

without killing us all?

If I'm going too fast, slow me down, but

I think you should know this all, Alan.

I mean, you designed the thing.

You and this... MacLeod.

But that was only in case

the shield was threatened.

[ Laughing ]

Well, that's funny, Alan!

'Cause I was under the impression that

that's precisely what had happened.

But it really doesn't

matter now, does it?

So why don't you and I try and relax.

No tears.

Because it's business as usual

forever.

You have allowed yourself

to become a traitor, Alan.

And as I think you know, we have

a fabulous place for traitors.

Don't we?

Gentlemen,

I can now assure you that Cobalt

will no longer be a problem.

In fact, earlier today...

the Shield Police were once

again able to stop an attempt

Hi.

Excuse me, but I do believe

that you'll find...

the costume party is

in another building.

This happens to be a meeting,

[ Groans ] and no one interrupts

a meeting of the corporation.

The corporation.

What luck.

You see, I've come to

join the corporation.

And here you all are.

Oww.

Where do I sign up?

Oh, I think I've had enough of you.

Good-bye, Attila.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Gunshots ]

Ah!

[ Chuckling ]

Yes, indeed.

That was brilliantly done.

Bravo.

Yes!

You know, guys,

this is no way to treat your

number one draft choice.

Hey.

[ Gasping ]

[ Bones Cracking ]

[ Grunts ]

Partners.

I believe you cannot run a

business without partners.

Right.

This is a business, isn't it?

Oh, yes, it is.

Ah.

We like to think of it

as a good business. Mmm.

What exactly is it that you want...

partner?

The Highlander.

Right.

Wilson, could we get on the

Highlander thing as soon as possible?

[ Electrical Pulses ]

MacLeod.

You created that monstrosity?

Why?

It was necessary at the time.

[ Scoffs ]

So was Noah's flood, but that

at least served its purpose.

Cleansed the Earth from evil

and gave it a fresh start.

Thirty-three degrees,

That's where Neyman said

there was a system failure.

Meaning what?

Meaning we can go above the shield.

We will still require a

longitude, won't we?

MacLeod.

Alan Neyman's been taken to Max.

Max? Who's Max?

A high-security prison.

MacLeod.

Your time is now!

[ Electrical Pulses ]

[ Woman's Voice On Intercom ]

You have entered a restricted area.

Please identify yourself immediately.

I am Juan Snchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez,

chief metallurgist to King Philip II

of Spain, and I am at your service.

This is Checkpoint One outside

of security installation Max.

Identify yourselves.

Hey, take it easy, man.

First time in the desert.

Which way to Vegas?

Okay, jerk-face.

Stay put, and we'll come get you.

Hit it, dude!

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Man ] Rockin'

Rollin' through

And here we go

Get ready. Here it comes.

[ Continues, Indistinct ]

Hi.

You won't shoot me, will you?

I mean

Oh, thank you.

I was just hitching a ride...

and then these two

guys grabbed me and

Oh, my.

And threw me in the trunk and

Oh, sh*t.

Hello. I'm Dr. Sonny Jackson, and

I've looked over your report.

As near as I can tell, you have

a few bruises and lacerations,

but I think you'll be

okay in a day or so.

Thanks. How about them?

No way. They were both dead

before the car stopped.

I'm amazed they got

as far as they did.

Gosh, I've never seen

a mess like that.

They must have taken about

a hundred bullets or so.

Excuse me. 108.

Come on. You're not counting

that little scratch, are you?

Scratch? What are you talking about?

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