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

centuries since the Jethiter 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.

Eternal power to Cortan! Eternal power to Cortan!

I'm listening, Asclepios.

Lord Cortan, we, your faithful servants, the administrators of Maganda, have

carried out your orders to the letter. In my opinion... Get on with it. Give me

the result.

Yes, Lord Cortan.

I, um...

We will soon be in a position to recapture the fugitives, and... When?

Well, I... We can't exactly... For the moment, we anticipate... Then continue

searching.

the quest of Quentin MacLeod, he who might have become the Highlander.

But Ramirez, honestly, I tried.

You call that trying? You don't want to learn.

I've been telling you for days that it's pointless to try and see in the dark.

Instead, you have to feel, feel every breath, smell every different odor, hear

the change in the silence.

Give me that.

Hey! You don't deserve to wield the sword of the McClouds.

You ought to see yourself.

Really? How long are you going to keep this up?

As if the heat wave wasn't bad enough.

Why doesn't it work?

Okay, I give up.

Come on. At least if you don't speak, that's normal.

I'm going for a swim in case anyone's interested.

What's the matter, Quentin?

I didn't ask to be a Highlander.

He doesn't believe in me anymore.

It's not my fault if I can't do what he wants.

Honest, Clyde, I tried my best. I did.

I know.

He'll only be happy when I've destroyed Cortan.

Or when Cortan's destroyed me.

Don't say that, Quentin.

Is that what will make you happy, Ramirez?

For your sake, I hope you haven't disturbed me for nothing.

Oh, no, Lord Cortan. On the contrary.

We found them, oh great lord.

With information from the network of spies I personally set up, I was able to

arrive at a hypothesis which... Stop wasting my time. Where is the

There, my lord. Near the dry sea. Now, I suggest... Arak, these are your orders.

Surround the valley, but leave them one escape route.

Right here.

They'll have no choice but to take refuge in the Iron City, where I'll be

waiting for the Highlander.

This time, you will be able to avoid me.

Well, here's an order that even you can carry out, Arak.

There's no battle to win.

You'll pay for that. Enough!

In Maganda.

I decide who takes revenge and when.

Do you understand?

Stop calling me boy, Ramirez. My name is Quentin McCloud.

The last McCloud that I met was of a higher caliber.

He understood the duties of a Highlander. It was seven centuries ago.

just after the great catastrophe when all the immortals gathered on the Hill

Odes. Like the rest of us, Connor MacLeod had sworn to lay down his sword

give up the quest to be the last. In taking this vow, we all became

All, except one.

I refuse to take this ridiculous pledge.

I declare myself the last immortal.

I would rather break my vow than leave mankind in your hands.

And in betraying his word, Connor knew he sacrificed himself.

The last.

You may have beaten me, but be warned, Cortan.

It may take ten years, or it may take ten centuries, but another immortal will

come among us, an immortal not bound by our oath.

He will carry the MacLeod's sword, and he will be a MacLeod, the Highlander.

And on that day, Cortan, you will know your end has come.

the men to take up positions on the crest and to make sure that they can be

seen. Hmm.

Seen? But, Master, I... Just do what you're told!

Quiet! What's that?

Oh!

Hunters! They're surrounding the valley! Come on!

We've got to get through before they reach the junction.

Why not that way?

Because that leads to Magonda, Timbit.

At least that way we can get it over and done with.

Duty says, Quentin, flee!

Let them get to the drive -thru!

On this terrain, they'll be faster than us. We've got to slow them down.

Ride for the Iron City as fast as you can. I'll take care of them.

How? I'll think of something.

But if I don't come back, at least you'll be rid of me.

Waiting, McCloud.

Ah!

Ramirez!

Come on, Cortan. I've been looking forward to our meeting.

Wipe that smile off your face.

I'm not afraid of you, Cortan.

Where are you, Quartan?

Quartan, stop!

You can't see anything!

Come on, Quartan. Let's finish it.

Smell every breath. Smell every odor.

Listen to the silence.

Each breath, every odor, each sound.

Again, Cortan! Come on, do it again!

You wanted me? Well, I'm here!

Cortan? Cortan, is he here?

MacLeod! No!

I'll find you!

I'll find you somehow!

You won't get away from me, Cortan. You won't get away from me again.

No, don't go.

Please don't. I want him.

I can beat him now.

No, you're not ready.

I want to finish with this whole thing right now.

I'd like to be finished with it too.

It was the only way, Clyde.

Come on, let's go before Cortan finds us.

Clyde. As soon as this storm has passed, everything will be back to normal.

I hope so.

Lord Cortan, I, um... We have learned that a lone rider has entered the

of Magonda, and I thought, well, perhaps... I knew the Highlander would

Huh? He's gone mad.

Completely mad.

Nothing will stop him until he kills someone.

But it won't be me.

Malone!

I'm here, Lord Cortan.

What?

My goodness.

Turned away from Magonda.

Now he's learning too fast.

Even blinded, he found another path.

Hey, is that Lord Kortan?

Eternal power to Kortan!

Lord Kortan! Lord Kortan!

Drive us home, man.

Finish this, Cortan.

Get up!

Get up and fight as an immortal should!

You get up?

Without a fight?

Look out!

Malone!

Make your choice, Cortan.

A defeat for all three of us. The shame before your own men of having sent

Malone to fight the plague.

For an agreement, we hold this meeting at a later time.

For me?

Quentin, say it.

Uh, you're right, Ramirez.

I'm not ready.

No, you're not. But I must say, you do learn fast.

For a child.

I am.

Emily, the storm is over. I see.

Yes, it has passed.

Right.