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NARRATOR: He is Immortal, born in the Highlands of Scotland

400 years ago.

He is not alone.

There are others like him--

some good, some evil.

For centuries he has battled the forces of darkness with

holy ground his only refuge.

He cannot die unless you take his head, and

with it, his power.

In the end, There can be only one.

He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

[theme music]

-I think I've had enough, Mac.

Let's go.

Whatever you say.

It's fine for me.

I think I could hang here for a bit.

Mac?

Mac?

Come in Duncan MacLeod.

Earth to MacLeod.

-Sorry.

-Hey, come on, man.

You've hardly talked about it since Darius died.

I know it's tearing you up.

-I've seen a lot of people die, Richie.

Yes, but you haven't been friends with most of

them for 300 years.

All you do is stare at this.

It's--

It's like an obsession.

-I'm Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

-I'm Darius.

You won't need that.

-So my old friend, how are we today?

-Mmph.

-Are you ready for our game?

Or are you afraid I'll finally beat you?

What's the matter?

-Sometimes being a Catholic priest is

easier than other times.

-Anything you want to talk about?

Would that I could, my friend.

Would that I could.

-It's a book on some kind of mythology.

-What kind of mythology?

-It speaks of, uh, battles, gods, and Immortality.

It's a book of observations on we are, what we do.

-So it's like a history book.

-Whoever wrote it was a historian, yeah.

The secretary to a secret order of men who observed us

but did nothing to interfere.

That's why we didn't know about them.

Darius!

Darius!

[screaming]

-Aaah!

-He left this for a reason.

-OK, so then fine, what's the reason?

Is it--is it our zip code in the back cover, here?

I mean, what's this 27NJS?

I don't understand.

-Please let me go.

-You greasy bastard.

-Please, no.

-What?

-Let me go.

-Leave him alone.

Hey, I'm talking to you, conehead!

-Maybe you'd like to take his place?

-Oh--

-Uh, look, I'm not really one much to give advice, but my

friend here has had a bad week.

You know what I'm saying?

Really bad.

-It's going to get worse.

-Stay out of this one.

-Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on.

-I'm going to kill you.

-Oh, I don't think so.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on, B.C. Come on!

Mac!

Enough, Mac!

Mac, enough, enough.

Let's go.

-All you have is a few numbers and a couple of initials.

How do you know it's our zip code in the states?

-Well, what else could it be?

Maybe it's a phone number he didn't finish writing.

Or the beginning of an address.

-He would have left more if he could.

-Even if you're right, a zip code doesn't narrow

it down very much.

How are you going to find them?

-Well, if I go there, maybe they'll find me.

-All right, it goes over there.

It's for the exhibition in Lyons.

Revenge.

That's all this is about.

Is that what Darius would have wanted?

-I can't ignore this, Tess.

-When are we leaving?

-My flight leaves in the morning.

-Mine, too.

We're either together or we're not.

-Oh, I was wondering if you could help me.

I have this book.

I'm sorry.

Do we know each other?

-Uh, maybe--

maybe I can help.

It's all right.

I'll take care of this, go ahead.

-I'm an antique dealer.

I came across this book, but I can't tell much about it.

-I'm afraid it's not worth much in this condition.

] I'm really just curious.

-Beautiful illustrations, probably the work of monks.

-Yeah, perhaps.

Ever seen it before?

-No.

I, uh, I might be interested in buying it.

-Really?

I thought you said it wasn't worth very much.

-It's for me.

I have a weakness for beautiful things.

-I'm sorry.

It's not for sale.

-I'd give you a fair price.

-Ah, thanks anyway.

-Look if you change your mind, I'm Joe Dawson.

-Thanks.

Have a nice day.

I'll take two.

-What?

-Aren't you selling something in the case?

-No.

-Oh, funny, I could have sworn that you were.

My loss, huh?

-Yeah, no problem.

-No, but you see, there is.

See I promised the little lady some laser surveillance gear.

You know, so that she could keep an eye on the kids.

Stay down!

Stay down, please.

Ohh!

Does this come in pink?

Who are you?

Talk to me.

-You'll know soon enough, Duncan

MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

-So you do know me?

-We know all about you.

Don't look so surprised.

I probably know more about you than you know about yourself.

-Do you?

-I can tell you the time and place you became Immortal.

The name of your first love.

But that's not important.

What is important is that you care about mortals, and you

don't kill for pleasure.

-How about for revenge?

-For that I'd have to be your enemy, and I'm not.

-Is that what you said to Darius?

-Darius, the great general who became a monk?

I hope the Immortal who killed him rots in hell.

-He was killed by a mortal.

-How do you know?

-Because he was beheaded on holy ground.

No Immortal would ever dare break that rule.

If you knew so damn much about us, you'd know that.

-I want you to start with the blinds and the windows.

-How come I've got to do this stuff?

-I guess you're just lucky.

Go on.

-Whoa!

-What?

-There was a guy here just one second ago.

And now he's gone.

-For as long as your kind's been

around, we've been watching.

-No Immortal has ever discovered you?

-Ah, why would they notice another face in the crowd?

I mean, even one as extraordinary as mine.

-And this?

-It's one of our chronicles.

That disappeared 500 years ago.

Somehow Darius got it.

It's, uh, it's part of a record we keep of Immortals.

-So you can hunt us?

-No, no.

We observe.

We record, but we never interfere.

-And why not?

-Well, too much of man's history has been lost.

And once you get through all life's crap, the only thing

that matters is the truth.

We want the truth about Immortals to survive, not a

bunch of old wives tales.

-Great rap, Dawson.

You expect me to believe you've kept quiet about us for

all these years?

-Look, if we had revealed your secret in more superstitious

times, you can imagine the witch hunts.

-I don't have to imagine.

-And today, you'd probably end up on page three of one of

those supermarket rags next to the two-headed monkey.

And I'd be in a strait jacket.

-You say you refuse to interfere, but you have.

-We would have never hurt Darius.

He was one of our great hopes.

-And why should I believe you?

-You've been around for 400 years.

You'd feel it if I were lying to you.

You can always kill me.

But between you and me, I hope you don't have to.

-That's good, that's good.

Just like that, just like that.

Hey, be careful with that.

These things don't bounce.

You know what I'm saying?

Thank you.

Right through there.

Perfect.

Thank you very much.

-Where do you want this?

-What is that?

Ah, I hate that one.

Put that back in the truck.

-Richie.

-Oh, I'm just kidding, Tessa.

Well, we're, uh, just about done unloading.

-We'll set up tomorrow.

It's too late to start now.

-Very good idea.

It's exciting, huh?

Being home?

-Yeah, I suppose.

-Tess!

What's the problem?

-I wish we were coming back for another reason.

-Oh, come on now.

It's a-- it's kind of like you're married to a cop, or

even a superhero.

I mean, there's quite a bit of stress placed on a

relationship like yours.

I mean, sure, you could have gone for some normal guy, you

know, like a dentist, you know, who comes home at the

same time every night, tells you about Mrs. Goodman's

bridgework and abscesses, makes you floss three times a

day-- but only with the unwaxed stuff.

Something tells me that you were not cut out for that.

-Yeah.

What was I cut out for?

-I don't know.

Maybe something more the Mel Gibson type.

-Yeah, right.

-He'll be OK.

He always is.

-Don't turn around.

-Kurgan.

Now from 1453 to 1535, he was in Moscow.

Then, he went to the Scottish Highlands.

Spent most of the 17th century in Italy.

We had lost him until New York about eight years ago.

Your kinsman, Connor MacLeod, he did us all a big favor when

he got rid of him.

Here, look at this.

This shot glass was used by a gunfighter named, Okie.

He got drunk when he shouldn't have and lost his head.

Iron horse was a medicine man for three generations.

He was beheaded by a cavalry officer during the

massacre of his tribe.

-I know.

Are you all right?

-I'm fine.

The signs are just part of the fun, Caleb.

Whatever gods made you and me made us different.

-First, I'll take your Quickening.

And then, I'll take your woman.

Not this time, MacLeod.

Your Quickening's mine.

-Duncan.

-You were there?

-One of us was nearby.

All these things are from the Northwest.

We have many more at other locations.

But you're why I'm here, MacLeod.

I've been tracking you for 15 years.

-Should I be flattered?

-We know there can be only one.

It could be you.

-It should have been Darius.

-Not his fate.

-Fate didn't kill him.

You did.

One of his killers had the same tattoo.

-No, that's not possible.

[bell on door rings]

Ahem.

You know you're lucky her father's the boss.

-Oh, Uncle Joe.

-Sorry.

-Dad loves him.

-So what brings the triumphant graduate here?

-Let's not overdo it.

A B.A. doesn't exactly secure my future.

Hello.

-Hi.

-Ah, Lynn, this is an old friend of

mine, Duncan MacLeod.

-Hi, I couldn't help overhearing.

Congratulations on your degree.

-Thanks.

Oh, Dad is throwing me this graduation party, only he

forgot to send out the invitations.

-Well, I'll be there.

-Great.

It's cocktails at five.

And, can I borrow my fiance for a few hours?

-Uh, I can't.

-Of course you can.

-I think we have some things that we need to talk about.

-Nothing that can't wait.

-But--

-You heard the man.

-Go on.

Go on, Robert.

I can handle the store.

-Come on, let's go.

He's slow, but I love him anyway.

Come on.

Come on.

-I hope I don't find out you had anything to do with

Darius' death.

-Come on, Tess, let's go.

Let's get out of here.

-Damn!

-Why did you do that?

-Better safe than sorry.

-But you're not sure.

-If I'm wrong, the insurance will cover it.

If I'm right, those just might be the guys who killed Darius.

So now what?

-I don't know, but if they were after us, they're after

him.

-Well, then we've got to warn him.

-How?

We don't know where he is.

-Oh, man.

This is just great.

Just great.

I mean, he's there, they're there.

We're here.

Nobody's anywhere.

-Did you ever think of running for Congress?

-What's up?

-If we're not going anywhere, we might as well stay here.

-Tessa, that's ridiculous.

We've got to do something.

-There is nothing to do but wait and keep trying to get

Mac on the phone.

-You just want to sit here?

-We can't go back to the store.

They may still be there.

-All right, all right.

Waiting's just not my thing.

-So I've noticed.

-Tess?

Richie?

Great, another window.

Where are my friends?

Did Dawson send you?

Damn you!

It doesn't have to be like this.

Give me the book.

Get out.

-So you spoke to one of them.

That's never happened before.

-Well, I had to.

He thought we were trying to kill him.

-And what did you tell him?

-That he was wrong.

-When MacLeod left you, he killed one of our men.

-That's impossible.

He couldn't have misunderstood.

-He didn't misunderstand, Joe.

He didn't care.

-We've been watching MacLeod for centuries.

-People change.

-It's Duncan, isn't it?

-Yeah.

Hello Lynn.

I'm just looking for Joe Dawson.

I think he's out on the balcony with my Dad.

I'll make sure you don't get lost.

Come on.

-No, it's, uh--

-Oh come on.

Come on.

-Do we know where he is?

-Not at the moment.

-We've got to find him.

-Lynn, hi.

-Uncle Joe.

Look who's here.

I thought you guys might know each other.

-I'm afraid not.

James Horton, I'm delighted to meet you.

-Is that how you killed Darius?

-I'm unarmed.

-You hate us, but you expect us to behave honorably.

Why is that?

-When you kill me, others will come to continue

what we have begun.

-I'm not your enemy.

This isn't about mortals.

We have our own fight.

Don't you understand?

-We've always understood.

We will never be dominated.

-No one wants to dominate you.

-Liar!

We know about the Gathering.

-Do you sense evil in me?

Talk to me.

Tell me what you know.

-It's about power.

There is nothing greater than the power of man.

-James Horton, pleased to meet you.

-Duncan MacLeod.

I just got back from Paris.

-Oh, how nice.

What brings you to this part of the world?

-I was looking for someone.

-An old friend?

No, my old friend died unexpectedly.

Darius!

Darius!

-Oh, that's too bad.

These things can happen.

-To anyone.

-OK, everybody, let's get real here.

-What do you mean?

-Well, it's obvious you guys know each other.

-You're wrong.

-Why don't we just take a walk.

-Why don't you go to hell?

-Hey, stop it?

Whoa!

Leave him alone please.

Stop it.

Please!

-Daddy?

-I'm all right.

I'm all right, Lynn.

-What the hell was that all about?

-Why don't you ask your father?

-He won't tell me.

-Neither

will I. [knocking]

will I. [knocking]

-Mr. Horton?

I'm on the balcony.

Come on out.

-How was the party?

-Fine.

Lynn's sleeping.

She was anxious when you didn't come.

-MacLeod put one of our guys in the hospital, and I lost

him.

-Oh, don't worry about it, Robert.

-Look, maybe he left the city.

-He was here tonight.

He's come to destroy us.

And he won't stop unless we stop him.

-What if we're wrong?

-What you mean, wrong?

-Maybe they're not all bad.

-It doesn't matter if they're good or evil, Robert, they're

here to dominate us.

They will fight for the right to rule us, and one day that

is what they will do.

-That's not what Joe thinks.

-Joe is a hopeless romantic.

MacLeod has killed people.

-Well, maybe he had to.

He could've killed me.

He didn't.

I think--

he said it didn't have to be like this.

-This is the way it is.

-For you.

Not for me.

I'm done with it now.

-What would you like me to do?

-Nothing.

I'll handle it with Joe.

-Maybe you're right.

It's good to question.

It's a sign of an act intelligence.

That's why Lynn is so fond of you.

[scream]

-Oh, what, what, what?

-There's still no answer.

-Oh, I think I dozed off for a minute.

What time is it?

-Morning.

I've been calling all night.

Mac hasn't come home.

-Ohh, oh, oh.

This has been a crummiest night of my entire life.

Except maybe the prom with Mary Ellen Nowicki.

She got wasted on lemon gin, puked all

over the ladies' can.

-I'm going back to the store.

-Tess, the store.

They're it.

-And Duncan will be looking for us.

If he calls, we have to let him know what happened.

And besides, I'm tired of being afraid of these guys.

I'm not running anymore.

-Ooh.

You sound like my old coach trying to get fired up before

the big game.

-Did it work?

-Sometimes.

Mostly, we just got our ass kicked.

-Where's Tessa?

-So now you're going to kill me, too.

-Where is she?

-I really don't know MacLeod.

You know, I believed in you.

You killed one of us.

-I didn't kill anyone.

-Your lying.

-Cut the crap!

This is happening right under your nose.

You're not stupid.

Maybe you're just blind.

-Why don't you tell me what I'm supposed to see.

-How about a softball coach who's running a death squad on

the side.

-You're talking about James.

-No, I'm talking about Gunga Din.

Don't you get it?

Horton killed Darius.

-Darius died in France.

James was in Germany on business.

-Check his passport.

He was in Paris trying to take my head, together with the

other killers he recruited from your Watchers.

-If you believe that, why trust me?

I might be with them.

-You would have tried to kill me in the alley yesterday.

And I think those two men were watching you, not me.

Besides, like you said, I've had a little more experience

judging men than you have.

-So what are you going to do?

-We had a fight yesterday when we left the store.

I wanted him to take me to lunch.

And he put me in a cab, and he sent me home.

He said he had something important to do.

And I shouted at him that I was important.

Oh, Dad.

-I'm sure it was nothing to do with that.

He must've lost his balance.

Maybe he'd been drinking.

I'm so sorry, honey.

I am so sorry.

[phone ringing]

-Hello.

DUNCAN [ON PHONE]: Where are my friends?

-So, it's you.

Excuse me, honey.

And what makes you think I know?

DUNCAN [ON PHONE]: Because all this stinks of you.

-Look, um, why don't we meet and discuss this?

DUNCAN [ON PHONE]: Where?

-Darrow wharf.

It's on Third and--

DUNCAN [ON PHONE]: I know where it is.

-He's not coming, you bastard.

His friends are safe.

You ordered their deaths.

-Friends of my enemies are my enemies.

-What the hell is this?

You going to use this to kill him?

Are you crazy?

-It's not state of the art, I agree.

But it's effective.

-What you are doing is totally wrong.

It betrays everything we stand for.

-I have thought of that.

-And you felt nothing?

-I felt like a doctor watching cancer grow.

-But they are all evil, James.

-I leave nothing to chance.

He's here.

-Jack!

Jack!

-Sorry.

They couldn't make it to the party.

-MacLeod.

He doesn't know what he's doing.

-Shut up!

My brother-in-law is very well liked in the organization.

When the other Watchers find out you murdered him--

unless you'd like to make a deal?

Your life for his.

-You'll kill him anyway.

-Like he killed Robert.

-In times of war innocents get harmed.

I believe the generals call it collateral damage.

-Is that what Robert was?

Collateral damage?

Daddy?

-What are you doing here?

Get out.

-What?

-Go home.

Now!

Go home.

-Don't!

No.

Let him go.

Please don't.

No.

Let him go.

Please let him go!

Stop it!

Stop!

No.

God please--

no.

Oh, God, please.

Please stop.

Stop!

-Don't.

-Another time.

-This will slow you down a bit.

-MacLeod!

-For Darius.

-Why?

[gasp]

-Secret societies, mortals trying to kill us.

I mean, you're never going to know where it's coming from.

-Yeah, thanks for the happy thought, Rich.

-They'll be back, won't they?

-Maybe.

But not today.

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