Highlander: The Source Page #4

I have no wish to join him.

I have no choice.

The lady has a date.

There is nothing there but death.

I likes it like that!

Light?

No! Please, no! No!

We're not gonna let them do that, are we?

No!

No, we're not.

- I f***ing love this!

- Duck!

Duncan!

It's turning into a surprisingly good day.

Where are we going?

Okay.

It looks as if we're meant

to keep going to...

We keep going East, right?

Right.

Listen, MacLeod,

thanks for saving my neck

at the dock earlier, yeah?

You didn't really give me much choice,

now did you, Reggie?

Did all right.

Find anything?

More bodies.

Did you find any food?

No.

Christ al-f***ing-mighty, I'm starving.

Do not blaspheme.

Or what?

Is your Good Lord gonna come down here

and slap me, is he?

Wake up, G!

Look around you.

I'm afraid, my old friend,

that He has not turned His back on us.

Rather, we have turned away from Him.

Still, a roast chicken would be nice.

What do you think, MacLeod?

Have we come to this

because of who we are?

We live, we learn.

Except we don't learn, do we?

We were given

the uItimate responsibility--

free will--

and what have we done with it?

We watch generation after generation

making the same mistakes, Methos.

The Source is His gift to us.

Through it,

one us may be reborn into something more.

More than lmmortal?

Perhaps.

Spare us the sanctimonious bullshit,

Giovanni.

You don't know what The Source is.

No one does, if it even exists.

How can we know we're going to

get to The Source anyway?

Maybe The Guardian

will kill us before we reach it.

That's if we don't all kill each other first.

That could happen.

No.

It's not about death.

It's about life.

Life.

Okay, who wants first watch?

Sergeant Reginald Weller

reporting for duty, ma'am.

You look cold.

You want some?

It warms the blood.

Please.

Thanks.

So how old are you?

I'll be 31 4 years old

three weeks from next Tuesday.

I'm just a wee lad compared

to old Giovanni and Methos.

You're a smart guy, Reggie.

How come you make believe you're not?

Now, what makes you say that, love?

When people think

you're a bit of a cabbage,

they tend to underestimate you.

That's good for keeping a head

on one's shoulders

when you're lmmortal,

if you know what I mean.

Yeah.

Why are you here?

For the truth.

I saw you.

You're supposed to get some sleep.

I know what Joe meant to you.

I spent my entire life

watching the people I love die,

the women I love die.

Tessa, Kate, all of them.

I kept telling myself...

"I'm an Immortal."

It was a price I paid.

But deep down inside,

I always believed that one day,

the light bulb would come on,

and I would know why I spent

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