Highlander

# Here we are #

# Born to be kings #

# We're the princes

of the universe #

# Here we belong #

# Fighting to survive #

# ln a world

with the darkest power #

# And here we are #

# We're the princes

of the universe #

# Here we belong

fighting for survival #

# We've come to be

the rulers of your world #

# I am immortal #

# I have inside me blood of kings #

# I have no rival #

# No man can be my equal #

# Take me to the future

of your world ##

...and the Tonga Kid.

Their opponents,

in the corner to my right...

with a combined weight of 745 pounds...

the toasts of the coasts...

from Brad Street, U.S.A.,

Atlanta, Georgia...

the Fabulous Freebirds!

Yeah!

You gotta love it!

Kill him!

Stomp on the son of--

Hey! Where you going?

Macleod.

Fasil. Wait.

Aah!

All right.

Macleod!

Clan Macleod!

May this year

of our Lord 1536...

bring victory

to the Clan Macleod!

Macleod!

Victory to Macleod!

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Are you scared, Connor?

No, Cousin Dugal.

I'm not!

Don't talk nonsense, man.

I peed my kilt the first time

I went into battle.

Oh, aye.

Angus pees his kilt

all the time!

Connor!

Connor, wait!

Wait!

Take these flowers

and think of me.

Remember, you fight with God

on your side, Connor.

A girl like that

can wound a soldier...

more than a Frazer sword,

my friend.

Angus! You and Dugal

keep him in one piece!

Aye, we all know

what piece that is!

There is one called Connor

among them.

Aye.

Remember our

agreement, Murdoch.

The boy is mine.

It's begun.

Death to the Macleods!

Death to the Macleods!

Yay! Yay!

Death to the Frazers!

Yay! Yah!

Macleod!

Come on!

Macleod!

Now you stay under.

Forgive me... my son.

Fight me, damn you!

Fight me, cowards!

No, not him!

Castrate the heathens!

Nobody will fight me!

They all run away.

Here, laddie, stay by me.

Mother of God.

Fight me!

No!

Come on, quick!

There can be only one!

Another time, Macleod!

Get out of the car!

Put your hands

on the hood!

Move!

Okay!

Watch it, freak!

Just cool it!

Watch him!

Watch him!

Move! Come on!

Come on! Move!

Come on!

Get up there!

Spread 'em!

Spread 'em!

Come on!

Let's see

some I.D., pal.

Well, Mr. Nash.

Where were you going

in such a hurry?

Give me it!

Give me it!

Ooh!

Don't move, pal.

Don't even breathe!

In nomine patri et filii

et spiritu sancti.

Amen.

It is over.

No!

Other men are

dying this day.

I must attend them.

Quiet!

He's a highlander, by God!

The last sound he hears...

shouldn't be that

of a wailing woman!

Hey, let me through.

Damn it, Frank.

Forensics is supposed to be notified...

the same time as homicide.

Holy sh*t.

Yeah, this one came unassembled.

Did you make an arrest?

No. We're questioning

some guy named Nash.

Antique dealer on Hudson Street.

- Hello, Brenda.

- Hey, Walt.

You look pretty, Brenda.

What do you think's...

the cause of death,

Lieutenant, huh?

You're a barrel

of laughs, Garfield.

Get your hands off!

Try explaining this to my wife!

Get me a cherry-cheese danish too.

What time did he buy it?

About 10:
00, 10:30.

Whatever cut him

was razor sharp.

Get out of here

with these cameras!

Frank! Frank!

Oh, my God.

A guy was killed

like this in Jersey.

What the hell.

That's Jersey.

I want out!

Hey, Frank. Come here.

Aw, sh*t!

Ooh, baby.

Look at you.

Garfield, cover that head.

What the hell

have you got?

A Toledo-Salamanca.

A what?

A sword, Frank.

A very rare sword.

Is it worth much?

Only about a million bucks.

Any antique dealer

on Hudson Street...

could tell you that.

You can't keep me here!

I know my rights!

Ever see this guy before, Nash?

His name's Vazilek,

Polish national.

Had his head chopped off

in New Jersey two nights ago.

You ever get over

to New Jersey, Nash?

Not if I can help it.

You talk funny.

Where you from?

Lots of different places.

- You're an antique dealer, right?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay. What's that?

A sword?

Wise up, smart ass.

It's a Toledo-Salamanca broadsword

worth about a million bucks.

So?

So you want to hear a theory?

You went down that garage

to buy this sword from that guy--

- What's his name?

- I don't know. You tell me.

Okay, his name's

lman Fasil.

You fought about the price

and cut off his head.

Want to hear another theory?

This Fasil was so upset...

about the lousy

wrestling tonight...

in a fit of depression,

he cut off his own head.

That's not funny, Walt.

Are you a f*ggot, Nash?

Why? You cruising

for a piece of ass?

I'll tell you

what happened, Russell.

You went down to the garage

for a blow job.

You just didn't

want to pay for it.

Huh. You are sick.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?

Stop!

- What, are you crazy?

- Break it up, goddamn it!

That's enough!

Now, cut it out!

Goddamn it,

I said cut it out!

- Am I under arrest?

- Not yet.

Then we're through.

Nash, we're just

getting started.

...in water from the sprinkler.

It also left a man's

decapitated body...

next to his own severed head.

A head which at this time

has no name.

I know his name.

# Here I am #

# I'm the master

of your destiny #

Ahh!

# I am the one

The only one #

# I am the god

of kingdom come #

# Give me the prize #

# Just give me the prize ##

Okay, Mr. Victor Kruger.

Room 315.

And I'll hit you

for 20 in advance.

Uh, hey, uh.

If there's anything

you need--

Broads, uh, blow.

Just dial 0, huh?

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