Highlander (film)

Highlander is a 1986 film about an immortal Scottish swordsman who must confront the last of his immortal opponents, a murderously brutal barbarian who lusts for the fabled "Prize".

Directed by Russell Mulcahy. Written by Gregory Widen, Peter Bellwood, and Larry Ferguson.
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Connor MacLeod

a tower by a lake in the Scottish Highlands
I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel.
  • [to Ramírez] If it came down to just us two, would you take my head?
  • I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal.
  • I apologize for calling your wife a bloated warthog [chuckles] and I bid you good day!

Juan Sanchez Villalobos Ramírez

  • Sometimes, MacLeod, the sharpest blade is not enough.
  • Crude and slow, clansman. Your attack was no better than that of a clumsy child!
  • Don't lose your temper. If your head comes away from your neck, it's over.

Dialogue

A sword is arranged in a glass case in a museum next to other antique weapons
It's a Toledo Salamanca broadsword, worth about a million bucks.
Lt. Frank Moran: [presenting a photo] You ever see this guy before, Nash? [Connor shakes his head] Name's Vasilek. Polish national. Had his head chopped off in New Jersey two nights ago. You ever get over to New Jersey, Nash?
Connor McLeod / "Russell Nash": Not if I can help it.
Garfield: You talk funny, Nash. Where you from?
Connor: Lots of different places.
Moran: You're an antique dealer, right?
Connor: Yes.
Moran: Okay. [places sword on the table] What's that?
Connor: A sword?
Garfield: Wise up, smart-ass!
Moran: It's a Toledo Salamanca broadsword, worth about a million bucks.
Connor: So?
Moran: So you wanna hear a theory?
Connor: Mmm-hmm.
Moran: You went down to that garage to buy this sword from that guy. What's his name?
Connor: I don't know. You tell me.
Moran: Okay, his name is Iman Fasil, and you fought about the price and cut off his head.
Connor: Wanna hear another theory? This Fasil was so upset about the lousy wrestling tonight, he went down to the garage and in a fit of depression, cut off his own head. [Det. Bedsoe laughs]
Moran: That's not funny, Walt.
Garfield: You a faggot, Nash?
Connor: Why, Garfield? You cruising for a piece of ass?
Garfield: I'll tell you what happened, Russell. You went down to the garage for a blowjob. Just didn't wanna pay for it.
Connor: You are sick! [Garfield punches him and they fight]
Moran: Hey, hey! hey! Stop that!
Det. Walt Bedsoe: What you doing? What are you, crazy?
Moran: Break it up! That's enough! Cut it out!
Connor: Am I under arrest?
Moran: Not yet.
Connor: Then we're through. [leaves]
Moran: Nash, we're just getting started!
haggis on a platter
Sheep's stomach, stuffed with meat and barley.
Connor MacLeod: You look like a woman, you stupid haggis!
Juan Sanchez Villalobos Ramírez: Haggis? What is haggis?
Connor: Sheep's stomach, stuffed with meat and barley.
Ramírez: And what do you do with it?
Connor: You eat it!
Ramírez: That's revolting!
Juan Sanchez Villalobos Ramírez: Never overextend your thrust. You are vulnerable and off balance! [pushes Connor to the ground]
Heather: Connor! [laughs]
Connor MacLeod: Heather, please!
Kurgan: You cannot win, Ramírez. I am the strongest.
Juan Sanchez Villalobos Ramírez: My cut has improved your voice!
Kurgan: [after running Ramírez through] Ah, hurts? Who is the woman?
Juan Sanchez Villalobos Ramírez: She's mine.
Kurgan: Ah, not for much longer! [Ramírez spits in his face] Tonight you sleep in Hell! There can be only one! [beheads Ramírez]
Heather MacDonald: My beautiful man. My husband.
Connor MacLeod: I am that, my love.
Heather: I've never really known—
Connor: What?
Heather: —why you stayed.
Connor: Because I love you as much now as the first day we met.
Heather: And I love you. I don't want to die. I want to stay with you forever.
Connor: I want that too.
Heather: Will you do something for me, Connor?
Connor: What, blossom?
Heather: In the years to come will you light a candle and remember me on my birthday?
Connor: Aye, love. I will.
Heather: I wanted to have your children.
Connor: They would have been strong and fine.
Heather: Don't see me, Connor. Let me die in peace. Where are we?
Connor: We're in the highlands. Where else? Darting down the mountainside, the sun is shining. It's not cold. You've got your sheepskins on [sees Heather die in his arms] and the boots I made for you. Good night, my bonny Heather.
Rachel: [after Connor is shot] You're alive. Why didn't you die?
Connor MacLeod: Hey, it's a kind of magic. [stands and grabs SS officer's weapon]
SS officer: Du solltest tot sein! (You should be dead!)
Connor: Move!
SS officer: Nein! Zuerst musst mich erschiessen! (No! You must shoot me first!)
Connor: [laughs] Whatever you say, Jack. You're the master race. [shoots him dead; to Rachel] Let's go!
Rachel Ellenstein: Would you listen to me for one moment please? You can't hide your feelings from me. I've known you too long.
Connor MacLeod: What feelings?
Rachel: How about loneliness?
Connor: I'm not lonely. I've got everything I need right here.
Rachel: No, you don't. You refuse to let anyone love you.
Connor: Love is for poets. You're such a romantic, Rachel. You always were.
Connor MacLeod: [lighting votive candle in a church] For you, my bonny Heather. Happy Birthday. And you Juan Ramírez, take care of her, you overdressed haggis. [sits in a pew]
Kurgan: [approaching from behind] Kastagir is gone. Only you and I remain.
Connor: Nice to see you, Kurgan. Who cut your hair?
Kurgan: I am in disguise. This way no one will recognize me.
Connor: I do. What do you want?
Kurgan: Your head… and the Prize. Watch. [leers profanely at passing nuns] Happy Halloween, ladies! Nuns. No sense of humor.
Connor: [noting the Kurgan's scar] Ramírez's blade did not cut deeply enough. He was right about you. You're slime.
Kurgan: Ramírez was an effete snob! He died on his knees. I took his head and raped his woman before his blood was even cold! [laughs; Connor stares at him] I see. Ramírez lied. She was not his woman. She was your woman, and she never told you. I wonder why. Perhaps I gave her something you never could [Connor grabs his collar] and secretly she yearned for my return. Holy ground, Highlander! Remember what Ramírez taught you.
Connor: You can't stay in here forever!
Kurgan: You are weak, Highlander. You will always be weaker than I.
Connor: [grabbing the Kurgan's throat] I'll be out front.
Kurgan: Goodbye, MacLeod. We will meet soon enough. [laughs]
Minister: This is a house of God. People are trying to pray. You're disturbing them.
Kurgan: He cares about these helpless mortals?
Priest: Of course He does. He died for our sins.
Kurgan: That shall be His undoing. [stands] Father, forgive me! I am a worm. [licks the priest's hand walks out] I have something to say! It's better to burn out than to fade away!
Sunda Kastagir: It seems like a hundred years.
Connor MacLeod: It's been a hundred years.

Taglines

  • He fought his first battle on the Scottish Highlands in 1536. He will fight his greatest battle on the streets of New York City in 1986. His name is Connor MacLeod. He is immortal.
  • There can be only one.
  • Don't lose your head.
  • Tonight they will battle. Tomorrow there will be only one
  • He was born centuries ago.

Cast

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