Highlander (film)

1986 film by Russell Mulcahy

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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  • From the dawn of time we came, moving silently down through the centuries. Living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the gathering, when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you.....until now.
  • When only a few of us are left, we will feel an irresistible pull towards a far away land, to fight for The Prize.
  • You cannot die, MacLeod. Accept it!
  • 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.
  • [Explaining the rules of The Game] We must fight until only one remains. You are safe only on Holy Ground. None of us will violate that rule. It's tradition.

Connor MacLeodEdit

  • [MacLeod's unanswered question to Ramirez, when he defeats him for the first time.] If it came down to just us two, would you take my head?
  • Hey, it's a kind of magic.
  • Whatever you say, Jack. You're the master race. [kills a Nazi soldier]
  • 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.
  • There can be only one.

The KurganEdit

  • Nuns. No sense of humor.
  • I have something to say: it's better to burn out than to fade away!


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 that garage for a blowjob, and just didn't wanna pay for it.
Connor: [Laughs briefly] You are sick. [Garfield punches him in the face.]

Connor: You look like a woman, you stupid haggis!
Ramirez: Haggis? What is haggis?
Connor: Sheep's stomach, stuffed with meat and barley.
Ramirez: And what do you do with it?
Connor: You eat it!
Ramirez: How revolting!!

Ramirez: Never overextend your thrust. You are vulnerable... and off balance!
[MacLeod stumbles to his knees while Ramirez places his blade on his neck. MacLeod's wife, Heather, laughs at the scene.]
MacLeod: Heather, please!

Heather: My beautiful man...my husband.
MacLeod: I am that, my love.
Heather: I've never really known...
MacLeod: What?
Heather: Why you stayed.
MacLeod: 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.
MacLeod: I want that, too.
Heather: Will you do something for me, Connor?
MacLeod: What, blossom?
Heather: In the years to come, will you light a candle and remember me on my birthday?
MacLeod: Aye, love. I will.
Heather: I wanted to have your children.
MacLeod: They would have been strong, and fine.
Heather: Don't see me, Connor. [Heather hides her face.] Let me die in peace...where are we?
MacLeod: 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...[MacLeod looks to see Heather dead in his arms, having peacefully passed] ...and the boots I made for you.
[We see Connor bury Heather later that day, and then leave Heather's grave-marker.]
MacLeod: Good night, my bonny Heather.

SS-Officer: [in German] You should be dead!
MacLeod: Move!
SS-Officer: [in German] No! First you'll have to shoot me!
MacLeod: [laughs hoarsely] Whatever you say, Jack. You're the master race. [shoots him]

[The Kurgan enters a church MacLeod is praying at. As he enters he makes the sign of the cross and puts out prayer candles. He leans over a praying MacLeod.]
Kurgan: Kastagir is gone. Only you and I remain.
MacLeod: Nice to see you, Kurgan. Who cut your hair?
Kurgan: I am in disguise. This way, no one will recognize me.
MacLeod: I do. What do you want?
Kurgan: Your head. [MacLeod scoffs.] And the Prize.
[A group of nuns walk by.]
Kurgan: Happy Halloween, ladies! [He leans out of his seat and barks at the nuns. The nuns cross themselves, otherwise ignoring him.] Nuns. No sense of humor.
MacLeod: 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! [MacLeod absorbs the information, glaring at Kurgan. Disturbed people and choir-children start to leave.] 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... [MacLeod grabs Kurgan by the collar. Kurgan looks at MacLeod's hand.] ...and secretly, she yearned for my return! [Kurgan releases himself from MacLeod's grip. He rises, bringing MacLeod up with him.] Holy ground, Highlander! Remember what Ramírez taught you.
MacLeod: You can't stay in here forever!
[The two sit down.]
Kurgan: You are weak, Highlander. You will always be weaker than I.
[MacLeod grabs Kurgan by the throat.]
MacLeod: I'll be out front.
[Kurgan releases himself from Connor's grip once again.]
Kurgan: Goodbye, MacLeod. We will meet soon enough.
[MacLeod leaves the church.]
Minister: [Approaching the laughing Kurgan.] These people are trying to pray. You're disturbing them.
Kurgan: He cares for these helpless mortals?
Priest: Of course He does. He died for our sins.
Kurgan: That shall be His undoing. [He rises from his seat and takes the priest's hand.] Father, forgive me. I am a worm. [He kneels, licks the priest's hand, and squeezes it. He prepares to leave, turning around.] I have something to say! It's better to burn out than to fade away! [He dances out of the church, cackling.]

Connor: It seems like 100 years.
Kastagir: It's been 100 years.


  • 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.


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