A Death in the Highlands...

Heather: Don't see me, Connor.
              Let me die in peace.
              Where are we?

Connor:  We're in the highlands.
              Where else?
              Running down a mountainside.
              The sun is shining.
              It's not cold.                
              You've got your sheepskins on...
              and the boots I made for you.
              Good night, my bonny Heather.

              from The Highlander
                      1986