Highlander: The Series, Season Five

Duncan:
Honey, I'm home.

Duncan:
So how did you find me? Witchcraft?

Cassandra :
Why bother? It's the twentieth century. I used a detective agency.

Duncan:
Like you said, this is the twentieth century. I left prophecies behind with the witches and the fairies.

Cassandra :
Duncan, listen to me. The prophecy tells of a Highland foundling born on the winter solstice who passes through darkness into light and survives to challenge the voice of death.

Duncan:
Really? Is this before or after I slay the dragon?

Duncan:
I guess he doesn't like me.

Cassandra :
We've got to leave, now! [Duncan starts walking towards Roland] What are you doing?

Duncan:
I guess asking him to dance is out of the question.

Roland:
The signs for the prophecy are all in place. You're all that stands in my way. Or don't you believe in signs?

Duncan:
Oh no I believe in signs. Don't litter, don't step on the grass, no spitting.

Roland:
I prefer rest in peace.

Duncan:
Power or no power, this is holy ground, he can't harm us here.

Cassandra :
And none of us can avoid our fate. "An evil one will come to vanquish all before him. Only a Highland child, born on the winter solstice, who has seen both darkness and light, can stop him. A child and a man."

Duncan:
We make our own destinies. Nothing is written.

Duncan:
I'm an Immortal, you're a Watcher. We can't cross that line. How many times do we have to be taught that?

Richie:
That's the way it is, isn't it? -- get them before they get you. I've been practicing. Next time you pull a sword on me, it won't be so easy.

Duncan:
Richie, I'd like to take back what happened, but I can't. But what you're doing is wrong and you know that, don't you?

Richie:
Thanks for the tip.

Joe:
I know who I am. I've been a Watcher for more than twenty-five years. It's as much a part of me as your clan MacLeod is to you.

Duncan:
Then for once, keep your vow. Don't interfere.

Duncan:
What good is philosophy in a fight?

Graham Ashe:
We fight to stay alive -- don't forget to live. Imagine what you can see in a thousand years. Imagine what you can do. It's all there for us, Duncan, because we are blessed. Blessed beyond reason with the gift of eternal life. And every year brings something new -- a new vintage, a new fighting move... or a new pattern of flowers on an Italian hillside. Open your eyes and see it. Cherish it

Richie:
Look Mac, if the bail comes with a lecture I'd just as soon wait it out in a cell.

Duncan:
The guy who's after you. Haresh Clay.

Richie:
What about him?

Duncan:
I've met him once before.

Richie:
Then how come you're both still alive?

Duncan:
You're out of the Watchers?

Joe:
Maybe it's too late... or maybe it's about time. Like Mrs. Wischnoff used to say in my old neighbourhood -- Meit ein tuchas can Meir nisht danzen a tsvai hossannas.

Duncan:
Yeah - With one ass, a man can't dance at two weddings.

Joe:
You know you were right. I couldn't be both your Watcher and your friend.

Duncan:
For thousands of years Immortals have fought and Watchers have observed. One day, there will only be one of us left. And some day maybe none at all. Somebody has to record that we've lived. Somebody has to record the history we've seen and the lessons we've learned.

Detective Frayne:
You're the serial killer guy?

Matthew McCormick:
Among other things. The "serial killer guy" will do.

Matthew McCormick:
[referring to a slinky] You know what I like about these? If you had enough stairs, they'd just go on forever.

Duncan:
Unless they're stopped.

Matthew McCormick:
Kinda like us.

Duncan:
No, just like us.

Carl:
It's freezin' in there.

Duncan:
Well yeah, It's the morgue. At least you're still fresh.

Carl:
You know, you're real funny, MacLeod. Hey, who picked out these clothes anyway? Your mother?

Duncan:
[to Matthew] You should have killed him.

Inspector Breslaw:
Are you a writer of fiction, Mr. MacLeod? (No) ... That's a shame. Possessed of such an imagination, it seems a shame to squander your talents on my humble self.

Duncan:
If I could help you, Inspector, I would.

Breslaw:
Would you? Let's review, shall we? You just happen to be here when they are setting up for the Wilkinson speech.

Duncan:
No, I was here the day before for a boxing match, and I was...

Breslaw:
...A woman you have never seen before has a gun. You take the gun away from her. Then she screams you have a gun, and runs away leaving you holding the weapon. Do I understand correctly so far?

Duncan:
I know how it sounds...

Duncan:
So what Breslaw was saying about the murders was true?

Ingrid:
They weren't murders. They were assassinations. There's a difference.

Duncan:
The end result is the same.

Ingrid:
Yes, but some people deserve to die. That's the difference.

Duncan:
You mind telling me what you find funny about this?

Methos:
Not exactly funny, but pretty entertaining, yeah.

Joe Dawson:
Just what is so entertaining?

Methos:
MacLeod tussling with another of his moral dilemmas.

Duncan:
You know there are times I really don't like you.

Methos:
That's OK, sometimes I don't like myself.

Joe:
I see. Ingrid Henning.

Methos:
Hey, ask Joe about her.

Duncan:
I don't have to ask Joe about her. I know about her. She failed to kill Hitler in '44 and she's been making up for it ever since.

Methos:
It is the ultimate in arrogance to think that one person can alter the course of history.

Duncan:
You can't deny that by killing Hitler in '44, thousands of lives would have been saved, maybe millions.

Methos:
Yeah, and if you'd killed him in '43 like Rommel wanted, maybe Germany would have won the war. ... History makes men, MacLeod, men don't make history.

Breslaw:
What is she to you? A lover? A relation, perhaps? Or just an old friend? Old friends are the worst. They claim more of your soul.

Duncan:
I don't agree with what Ingrid's done.

Breslaw:
But part of you understands it, yes?

Breslaw:
Your lawyer is here, and since I'm not going to charge you, goodbye.

Duncan:
My lawyer? This I've got to see.

Methos:
Officers... Well, that worked pretty well.

Duncan:
Since when are you my attorney?

Methos:
Whatever you need. Lawyer, doctor, Indian chief, I've got paperwork to cover it all.

[He shot Ingrid. They are getting drunk.]

Breslaw:
Never gets any easier ... the killing I mean.

Duncan:
Maybe it's not supposed to.

Breslaw:
Maybe if I die a little tonight ... it will even things out between me and God.

Duncan:
I hear Wilkinson's speech is back on for tomorrow night.

Breslaw:
This time he is on his own. When I was a little boy everything was black and white, good and evil, you see. Then I grew up and discovered that there was only gray. I'm sorry I had to kill your friend.

Duncan:
The Ingrid I knew I'll never forget. But the one you killed, I don't even know who she was. You did what you had to do.

Breslaw:
But was I right? If this fascist scum Wilkinson becomes your President in the next 5 or 10 years, how am I going to sleep at night?

Duncan:
I would have made the same choice.

Duncan:
Ingrid asked me something before she died.

Methos:
They usually do.

Duncan:
She said, what was the difference between her killing them and me killing her.

Methos:
Good question, right up there with chicken and egg.

Duncan:
So what you're saying is there is no answer?

Methos:
No, there is an answer. But the real question is whether you're ready for it. (Duncan nods) Stephanovitch killed, and Ingrid judged him. Wilkinson killed, and Ingrid judged him. Ingrid killed, and you judged her.

Duncan:
So who judges me?

Methos:
(long pause) You hungry?