Highlander Page #5

Get out!

Kurgan!

Ramirez!

Raah!

The Highlander,

where is he?

You're too late.

I've prepared him

for you.

You waste your time!

It hurts?

Now you die!

I am the strongest!

My cut has improved

your voice.

Yes!

Hurts?

Who is the woman?

Oh! She's mine!

Not for much longer.

Tonight you sleep

in hell!

There can be only one!

Hello, pretty.

I'd like to speak

to Russell Nash.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Mr. Nash isn't here.

May I call him at home?

That won't be possible.

Good morning.

This is Brenda Wyatt,

Mr. Nash.

We've already met, Rachel.

What can I do for you?

I'd like some advice.

Are you someone

who takes advice?

That depends.

Advice about what?

What can you tell me

about a seven-foot lunatic...

hacking away with a broadsword...

at one in the morning,

New York City, 1985?

Not much.

A Japanese sword

dated 600 B.C...

the metal folded 200 times?

I don't deal

in exotic weapons.

May I show you something

in 18th-century silver?

That's not why I came.

You know it.

Do you cook?

Why?

I thought

we might have dinner.

Did you?

Yes.

So I'm standing there,

and there's Brenda.

Our little Brenda.

You're sure it was Brenda?

She was in Nash's shop

talking to him.

What are you

looking at, Rachel?

The eyes in the back of your head.

People are asking

about you.

What am I supposed to say?

Tell them I'm immortal.

Quiet.

Don't be frightened.

- What's your name?

- Rachel.

- What happened?

- Everybody's dead.

I'm like you.

I'm alone.

Come with me, Rachel.

You're alive.

Why didn't you die?

Hey. It's a kind of magic.

- Move!

- Nein!

Heh heh heh.

Whatever you say, Jack.

You're the master race.

Let's go.

That was a long time ago.

Would you listen to me

for one moment, please?

You can't hide

your feelings from me.

I've known you too long.

What feelings?

How about loneliness?

I'm not lonely.

I've got everything

I need right here.

Oh, no, you don't.

You refuse to let

anyone love you.

Love is for poets.

You're such

a romantic, Rachel.

You always were.

Just a minute.

Good evening.

You want to dine

in the hall...

or shall we step inside?

Ohh.

Come in.

May I take your coat?

What? No, thanks.

I'll hold on to it.

Oh, fine.

Where are you going?

I forgot my earrings.

Make yourself a drink.

There are glasses in the bar.

You know what you're doing?

I like your place, Brenda.

I've been here three months.

Still fixing it up.

Interesting view.

What did you say?

I said, "lnteresting view"!

Isn't it great?

You never told me...

what you do

for a living.

I work for

the Metropolitan Museum...

in acquisitions.

Huh. That explains

your interest...

in ancient weapons.

Right.

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