"Here we are, born to be kings"
"We're the princes of the universe"
"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 the world"
HIGHLANDER 1x20 "EYE OF THE BEHOLDER" Subtitles subXpacio
Sometimes I look around and I cannot believe it.
What can't you believe?
That it is really me in your arms.
Gabriel... do you love me?
I love your grace and beauty,
way you move, feel of skin,
kisses, your passion.
Gabriel? I want to stop hiding our relationship.
- No. - But...
I'm serious. Not a word.
Come on! We have a show to prepare.
Gabriel? Did you see one of my earrings in there?
No. You probably dropped it somewhere.
It's got to be around here, some place.
Beautiful, isn't it?
I've never seen anything like it.
No, you haven't. It was created by Ivan the Great for one of his Mistresses.
No one has seen it for over three hundred years.
How did you get in here?
I don't know. The door opened.
She's beautiful. Who is she?
- Francesca da Rimini. - Francesca da Rimini?
Isn't that the painting that was stolen last year in Italy?
- That's right. - How did you get it?
I truly am sorry, Cynthie,
this was never intended for anyone's eyes but my own.
- I don't understand, Gabriel. - How could you?
Everything you see here is in some way connected with the most...
beautiful women in History.
It is my inspiration, it is my secret place...
my sacred place.
Secret place.
So you don't want me to tell anyone about it?
Exactly.
Madame, monsieur. Bon appétit.
What's this?
It's what you ordered, monsieur.
No, no, no. I think you've got the wrong guy. I ordered a fruit salad.
No, monsieur, you ordered this.
No, no, no. I didn't! I ordered fruit! you know,
like bananas, apples, oranges, that sort of thing.
Monsieur, we do not serve fruit! If you want fruit, go to California!
Ok, ok! So just excuse me for one moment, you sir,
This is, pardon me, this is what I ordered, right there!. It said "fruits de mer".
Oui! Voilà, oui! Fruits de mer! Exactement! Bon appétit, monsieur!
Excuse me. What... what's so funny?
Sorry. Maybe I should tell you that in French "fruit de mer" means shellfish.
Yeah, well, maybe in French they should just call it whatever it is.
Besides, who could eat this stuff anyway?
- It's good. Try it! - You try.
Ok. Let's see...
All right.
- What are you doing? - Just checking to make sure if it's still alive.
Don't hate me for this, okay?
- Good, huh? - Wonderful.
- You want some more? - Sure.
- Help yourself. - Thanks.
- My name is Myia. - Hi, Myia. I'm Richie.
You're American, aren't you?
Yes. I guess that with me it's fairly obvious. And you are...?
Late for a meeting.
It's nice meeting you, Richie.
Yeah... Maybe in my next life.
It's wonderful. I can't believe you managed to get us backstage passes.
Me neither.
Oh, well, it's courtesy of an old friend. I had a feeling you'd both like ¡t.
Yeah, I like whoa.
Excuse me.
Fruits de mer.
I know her. I'm serious.
Yeah. I do! I met her in a cafe.
Your old friend?
A very old friend.
So, what is it that we're celebrating?
This.
That's a fine set of pearls.
None finer. They lately adorned the neck of a marquessa. They still carry her warmth.
I think that's not the only treasure that you took from her.
But she parted with gladly. The rest she hasn't discovered, yet.
I left her sleeping the sleep of the truly satisfied.
You're a thief and a womanizer, sir.
But a great thief, and a great womanizer.
You're right. I love women.
I can't get enough of them. I want to make them all happy!
I want to make you all happy!
How can I do that? I want to please them, Duncan. It's my only goal in life.
I thought your only goal was stealing their jewels.
That's... that's a secondary objective.
Eh! The thieves!
I... I think your marquessa just missed the pearls.
I believe you're right.
Stop! The odds are unfair!
Ready to fire! Fire!
Reload!
I give them thirty seconds to reload. How about you?
- Ah, forty-five. - Forty-five. You're on.
- Hurry, reload! - Oui, monsieur!
I make that, four for me and two for you.
At least my women don't send armed patrols after me.
I wouldn't have ¡t any other way. It adds spice to my love life.
And lead to your hide!
Duncan Macleod! You got my invitation!
- Yeah. This is Tessa. - Nice to meet you.
- Hello Myia. - Hello Richie.
I had no idea I would see you here.
Yeah, well, I'm bit of a fashion monger myself.
Listen, you were fantastic, stupendous, incredible. You were...
You were wonderful. I'm Tessa. This is Duncan.
- Hi. - Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Listen, can I buy you a champagne or something?
Sure, but it's free.
- Then, great. I'll buy you two. - Ok, let's go.
I'm going to have a look at the clothes.
- Monsieur Pitone, très joli. - Thank you, thank you.
So it's Gabriel Pitone now? Still trying to make women happy, I see.
- Magnifique. - Thank you, thank you.
Succeeding, Duncan. Succeeding.
You're looking fit. Not quite in my league, but fit enough.
Well I guess you don't really wanna put your money where your mouth is?
I have a training area on my apartment if you care to join me.
- Maybe. - Think about it.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
So, what's up?
I hope I didn't seem too nervous out there.
Nervous? If anyone should be nervous, it's definitely me.
Why?
Look at you, Myia, you look quite a bit different now.
I just hope I did okay. A chance like this doesn't come along every day.
What do you mean?
You know, my roommate Cynthia was supposed to do the show.
- Right. - But she had to leave town suddenly.
- ...so Pitone asked me to fill in. - And you were magnificent.
Mr. Pitone, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Richie Ryan.
- Sure, hey, glad to meet you. - Most people are.
We need to discuss the next show.
Listen, Myia, do you want to go out later and grab a bite to eat?
I'm afraid she can't. She's joining me at a reception.
- Myia? - I'm sorry, Richie... next time maybe.
- You ready to go? - We've found something for me, something...
You found something for you, I didn't.
Excusez-moi monsieur. Mademoiselle, I am with the police, may I have a word with you?
- Police? - What is all about?
We've discovered a body. We believe it to be Cynthia Hampten.
- Cynthia? - My god.
What happened?
She was killed with a sharp object and left in an alley next to the Seine.
We've been unable to locate her family.
Do you think you could come with me to identify her?
- I... I don't... I don't know. - I'll go with you.
That won't be necessary. If you like to come with us.
I've just got a very very suspicious feeling about this Pitone character...
for the first second I laid my eyes on him.
You mean the second you saw him lay eyes on Myia.
Richie, Pitone and I have been friends for a long time.
Yeah, but you are the one who said the guy is a thief.
So where are you driving at?
I don't know. I can't put my fingers on it. I just don't trust him.
Richie, he's an immortal. He's not somebody you want to take off.
How well did you actually know Cynthia?
We'd only been roommates for a couple of months.
Was she seeing anybody?
- Why do you want to know? - I'm just curious.
- She was seeing somebody, wasn't she? - Yes she was, but she never told me who.
I guess he was married or something.
What about her and Pitone?
- What about it? - How'd they get along?
Great as far as I know...
Did they ever get together outside of work?
If they did I never saw them.
Listen, Richie, what Mr. Pitone does is not my business.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, right.
Myia, somebody killed Cynthia and what if Pitone have something to do?
No, he couldn't. Listen Richie, it was nice talking to you.
Myia, Myia, please, listen, please...
- If you need me... - No...
- Mac? - What?
- Is this a bad time? - No.
- Good. Do you understand women? - Occasionally.
Well, then would you tell me why they're always going for the guys who are jerks.
If you're talking about Pitone, that's not exactly difficult to understand, is it?
Oh, pardon me for being so stupid. I mean, the guy's an...
arrogant, humorless, self-centered son-of-a-bitch. What's not to love?
- Richie... - He's an ass, and you know it.
you've picked a guy who has 300 years experience with women as your competition.
- You think that's what this is all about? - Isn't it?
Myia, I know how hard this was for you,
but I just want to tell you...
I thought you were spectacular in the show. I never realized how special you are.
You're saying that just to make me feel better.
No, I never say anything I don't mean.
I think Cynthia would be pleased if you were the one to fill her shoes.
But I never even thought...
I know.
- Can I have that drink now? - Of course.
It's an interesting piece, isn't it?
What? Yes, yes, it's lovely...
I forgot, I have to meet someone. I need to go.
Thanks for everything. I'm sorry.
I understand.
I found it last night at Pitone's apartment.
- It was Cynthia's. - Yeah, and?
She was wearing the other one when she died.
She got them for her birthday. The police asked me about it.
I knew it! So now we know Pitone was with her the night she died.
But he told the police he did not see her. Why would he lie?
Myia. You know why. You've got to take it to the police.
But what if it's nothing?
If I go to the police and they question Pitone,
my career is finished. Don't you see?
This is my chance, Richie.
I know, but Myia, if he did wasted her, then you're protecting him,
and where is that leave you?
But it's just an earring.
You're right. It's not enough.
Yes. No, now's not a good time. Later.
Nice to see you again.
- I know this looks bad. - Why are you here?
I was a little short and they made me an offer I couldn't refuse.
- What are you talking about? - The designs...
They... they wanted the designs for your fall collection.
- Who wanted the designs? - The guys. You know, the guys.
- What guys? - The guys with the noses.
- What are you talking about? - The knock off artists.
They said they'd cancel my gambling debt if I stole them.
- I don't believe you. - I swear.
And if you didn't steal my designs what would they have done to you?
Only broken both my legs.
You would have been better off.
You did kill her, didn't you? You son-of-a-bitch.
Are you quite through?
Not quite.
What's the matter with you?
In all this time you'll be with me haven't you learned anything yet?
Oh Mac, give me a break. He killed that girl!
- I'm going to the cops. - And tell them what?
You found an earring so you broke into his apartment and you set him on fire?
Ok, ok. So I admit it looks a little funny.
Oh, great! Just great! What the hell am I supposed to do now?
I think you've done enough already!
Pitone hasn't lasted this long without taking a few heads.
I want you to leave him alone.
- Where do you go? - To talk to him.
Your young friend has cost me a lot of trouble.
- He thinks I killed Cynthia, doesn't he? - Did you?
MacLeod. You know me.
You didn't answer my question.
You've killed. You believe there are things worth killing for.
Not things... not property.
What about beauty? Flawless, timeless beauty. Perfection itself.
Wouldn't you kill for that?
Life is beautiful. That girl was beautiful.
Yes, she was. But the beauty was transitory.
I was just using her as an example. I thought you'd understood that.
I understand. Now I want you to understand something.
- What is that? - You owe me.
- I have to go. - Duncan, stay...
- No, duchess, I'll be right back. - What are you doing?
You took the necklace. The one you admired at the ball this evening.
I asked you not to as a special favor to me.
Forgive me. It was too tempting.
Why didn't you just run?
I avoid duels, MacLeod, but I never run from them.
I haven't come for your head.
And I haven't stayed for yours. You want the necklace back.
- The Duchess is a special friend of mine. - She's a very rich friend. She won't miss it.
- Ah! The famous MacLeod sense of honor. - Principle.
I too have principles.
In a first among them is that I never give up that which I have acquired.
You design dresses for the wealthy, now. A man with your talent has not need to steal.
I need nothing from these fools, MacLeod. You fight for the rich, I create for them.
I fight for my friends as you well know.
Well, then, what do we get you and I from our rich friends?
Crumbs from the table. They would never part with their most valued assets.
I consider their friendship is their most valuable asset.
All the gods protect us, the man is serious. Very well then.
I leave you the lady's friendship and take her necklace.
Why that necklace?
I saw larger baubles on a dozen women at the ball this evening.
- Larger, gaudier, but none is perfect. - The Duchess won't live forever.
You can steal it back from her heirs.
I am a patient soul, MacLeod, but with my luck, you probably befriend her heir as well.
No. I've grown attached to that necklace.
More attached than your head will shortly be to your shoulders if you try to stop me.
So be it.
Oh, what a loss to generations of women yet unborn.
I had so much left to create. So many beautiful gowns. It's a tragedy.
Your modesty is very touching, Gabriel. Where's the necklace?
Farewell, my lovely.
I suggest you leave the palace tonight. I'll make your excuses to the Duchess.
You are a man of terrifying principle, MacLeod.
And you are a fool... but a gifted one.
You have the talent for making women both look and feel beautiful,
and rarer still, you make them happy.
It's was a talent of yours I've always admired. I'll return the necklace.
MacLeod! I suppose this means I owe you.
Yes, I suppose it does.
You'd risk your life and challenge me for a mortal?
'Fraid so... If I had to.
But I won't have to... will I?
As you said, I owe you.
I won't hurt the boy.
I'm Duncan MacLeod of The Clan MacLeod.
And I'm Connor MacLeod, same clan, different village.
No one has ever beheaded himself before, but you might make history.
I was just getting the feel of it.
Sure. How is it?
It's good... it's good.
I think I could really get the hang of it if somebody would just teach me.
- Not a chance. - Oh, come on!
You are the one who's always telling me I need to know how to defend myself, right?
Right. I'll just give you a quick lesson and off you go.
- Good. - Give me that.
- You know how you fight an immortal? - With your wits and cunning.
You take out your cunning, you shoot him in the chest.
And you shoot him again and again and when he raises...
- I shoot him again. - No.
You run like hell.
That's your move?
Oh, come on!
C'est la vie! I'll get it.
- Hello? - Richie?
- Yeah. - You know who this is.
Uh-uh.
If you want to see your girlfriend again, come to the studio... alone.
- Look, just don't... - if I see anyone else she dies.
- Who's that? - Wrong number.
Listen, I've gotta go.
Mercy.
Thank you.
- Yes, right here, thank you. - There you go.
Thank you, thank you very much.
- Need some help there? - Oh, thank you, sir, very much.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
Where is she?
What are you talking about?
Where is Myia?
Richie! What are you doing?
Is it the one?
That's the man. He's the one who broke into my apartment and threatened to kill me.
What are you doing! He's the murderer! He is the one who murdered the girl!
Myia, tell them about the earring! Cynthia was at his apartment the night she died!
- Get in. The lawyer's waiting. - What lawyer?
Richie's in jail. He went after Pitone with a gun.
God, no!
He set Richie up. The police were waiting for him.
He said he wouldn't hurt him.
Move over. At least he's alive.
It's about time. Have you paid the bail?
Bail? What is bail?
In case you've forgotten, Richie, this is France.
Eventually the judge will see you, monsieur, and...
he will then decide if you must remain in jail until your trial.
Ok, fine. Let's go see the judge.
- I'm afraid that is impossible. - Why is that impossible?
Because the judge is on vacation. But fortunately, he'll be back tomorrow.
Tessa, Duncan...
I'm afraid there's nothing we can do.
Don't worry Richie. The chef's probably French.
You can't leave me here!
- All things considered, it's probably safer. - And what about Pitone?
- Pitone let you off easy. You could be dead. - It's Myia who's gonna be dead.
What do you mean?
She's with Pitone. He knows she found the earring.
It's late. I really should be getting home.
Patience. It's almost done.
What was this business about an earring? You never mentioned anything to me.
I found it the other night. I did not tell you anything because...
I did not think it was important.
You told that boy...
How much did Cynthia tell you about us?
Nothing. I didn't know.
Too bad, now you do.
You did kill her.
Don't act so shocked. You've suspected me all along.
- Why? - Just bad luck for her.
And now for you.
I won't tell anyone. Please.
- I swear. You can trust me. - Trust is a very fragile thing.
- Myia! - Stay away!
I'll always remember how beautiful you were. - No!
Quite an entrance. You've always had a flare for the dramatic.
Myia get out. Tessa is waiting in the car.
We're friends, MacLeod.
Not anymore.
You know what they say?
Breaking up is hard to do.
I'm sorry, Mac. I know he was your friend.
Things change.
How is Myia?
She's fine, I guess. She left for Monte Carlo with a Formula One driver.
Don't worry, she'll be back.
You really think so?
No, not really. Just trying to be nice.
"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 the world"
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