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Seven centuries have passed since the earth plunged into darkness. Seven

centuries since the jettiter swore to regain for man his lost knowledge and

freedom. All the immortals took the oath. All except one who dominates the

world. But soon an immortal will come to confront him. His name is Quentin

MacLeod. He is the Highlander.

But you're getting better.

A little.

Don't be in such a rush. You need to concentrate more.

Concentrate.

Concentrate. Okay.

Let's try it again.

Trying isn't enough.

You've got to succeed.

Right. Okay.

Succeed.

See what happens when you concentrate?

Neil!

Hi, Neil.

Neil.

Sorry. What are you doing here?

The Dundees are dying, Ramirez.

Dying?

Have the hunters attacked the village?

No. Something even worse.

A disease.

An unknown disease has infected us all.

A few weeks ago, while looking for new pastures, we crossed a strange forest.

was thick and muddy.

The heat was unbearable. The air was foul.

We ran out of supplies.

And then we caught the disease, one after another.

After days and days of travelling, only a handful of us had managed to avoid the

illness.

But without water, we couldn't go any further.

Ah!

Get out, dundies!

Look at them.

These are the cursed.

No, stop!

All we want is a place to stay and a little help.

I am Scott, chief of the Tarmals. In the name of my clan, I order you

to leave.

We're staying, Scott.

Too many of us are sick to keep going. But we still have enough healthy

to demand a proper welcome.

Tarmals, these people are cursed. They are sorcerers.

They carry the plague that has fallen on us. We are not sorcerers.

And we are not cursed. I promise you, we will leave as soon as our sick can

walk. Stay then, sorcerer, stay!

But you'll die, every last one of you. And then, the gods will

leave the Tarmals alone.

The others are still there, too weak to fight or flee.

At least the village has a well.

What about the Tarmals?

They die too, one after the other.

The same fate that awaits us all if you don't help us fight this curse.

First, we'll have to figure out what this disease is.

Eternal power to Kortan.

You summoned me, Lord?

Have you found the Highlander?

Excellent work, Iraq.

You fail brilliantly every time.

Asclepios is now the head of research.

But, Lord... From now on, Iraq and his men will take their orders from you.

As you wish, my Lord.

That's funny.

There's nobody here.

The Tarmels are burying another one of their people.

Glenn!

Quentin! Ramirez, you've come!

With your help, Ramirez, we can find a cure for the sickness.

And then we will be able to defend ourselves against the Tarmels. Our fight

not against the Tarmels.

The enemy is the disease that is killing both clans. Take me to the sick.

They're over here.

You okay?

It's just those bugs.

I think it's malaria.

Can it be treated?

It could have been.

Once. Before the Great Catastrophe.

Before Cortan came to power.

One day, you will give man back this knowledge, Highlander.

One day? What good is one day? We need a cure right now.

Who's going to give me this knowledge?

Ilric, the Jettitor of Medicine.

I want to see him.

I want the knowledge that he swore he'd give me, and I want it now.

So we are not cursed?

No, Glenn. It's mosquitoes that carry the disease.

Mosquitoes? But, Clyde... Is this what you're looking

for?

Yes, the Dundees need water.

This well belongs to the Tarmals.

Not to those who are cursed.

Clyde!

Go back to your camp.

I forbid you to come near the well.

Sorcerers. You can't do this.

Without water, the Dundees will die.

The Dundees are not responsible.

Both clans are dying from the same sickness.

And how do you know this?

You are a sorcerer.

No! I'm Quentin McCloud, the last of the McClouds. McCloud?

The Highlander?

Clyde!

Ramirez, Clyde is sick.

We've got to see Ilric immediately.

What do you want, Asclepios?

I've located McCloud.

When I'm given a mission, I get the job done.

And where is he? In the marshlands.

I order you to go there and capture him.

Now!

And this time, Arak, don't mess it up.

Ilric lives in the Sixth Cliffs.

We should reach there tonight.

I'm...

See him.

Scott? Come on, Gull.

Scott!

Good

idea,

Gull. Maybe it's...

But that means...

Lynn! Leo!

Clyde!

Clyde, what's the matter?

Look what I found.

A hunter's helmet. Where did you find it?

In Scott's hut. He was gone.

But does this mean he's a hunter?

A hunter?

If he's gone to warn Cortan, then Quentin is in danger.

Nothing.

He's here.

He's here.

At last.

All these years, I've been waiting for the Highlander. I need your knowledge,

Ulrich. Right away.

There are rules to be followed, young man.

Oh!

Take me to Iraq.

Iraq, no less.

Hunter number 418229.

wounded in combat.

You're a hunter?

I have important information for Iraq.

Follow me.

Eternal power to Kortan.

Who are you?

Hunter 418229.

Discharged due to injury.

If you were discharged, then what are you doing here?

I've discovered where the Highlander is.

I already know where he is.

He's in the swamps.

Not any longer.

What? I'll tell you where he's gone.

Here, you get rid of the Dundees for me.

That will be a pleasure.

He's headed for the fixed cliffs to meet someone called Ilric.

How do you know?

Because I saw him leave.

Get the vehicles ready.

Now!

There'll be no escaping this time, McCloud.

Does he know what he's doing?

Asked him Ramirez.

He knows more than you now.

Almost ready.

Come on.

That's it. Let's go.

Lock the entrance!

Hurry!

Quentin, watch out!

The bottle mustn't be broken, whatever happens.

No place to run this time.

In there!

Move!

You two, get in there with them.

Here, take this.

And don't hesitate to use it.

What'll we do?

Come on!

Take their goblins. Quick!

Why have you done this?

I've got something that can save your people and the Dundees.

You can't do anything against a curse.

Only the death of the Dundees can save my people.

It's not a curse. It's a disease, and I have medicine to cure it.

You're crazy!

A sorcerer!

Like all of the Dundees!

Sorcerer! But...

Silence!

Look at you. You're really thick, Scott.

Without our help, you're going to die, just like your clan.

Shut up.

Hurry up.

What are you waiting for? Get the prisoner!

Glenn! Neil!

Don't move!

I can save your people, Scott.

With this medicine.

Freedom!

Hurry up!

authority to make such a decision. Your information was wrong. I was on the

right track.

My own. Get out.

Well.

But Lord Cortan, you didn't punish them.

I still have need of them, Malone. One day they will bring MacLeod

to me.

Clyde, my little Clyde, you're going to be all right.

Why would you want to save me?

I did everything I could to harm you.

Saving lives is more important than revenge.

Drink.

Wait a minute.

You're right, McCloud.

Saving lives is more important.