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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.

[MUSIC- QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]

[dog panting]

[dog barking]

LYNCH MOB MEMBER [OFFSCREEN]: Make sure it's tied.

Aw, come on.

What are you looking at.

You look ahead, boy.

Just behave yourself.

-Get down.

Get-- get.

HANGMAN [OFFSCREEN]: You ready boys?

'Cause we're gonna twist your necks.

LYNCH MOB MEMBER [OFFSCREEN]: There's gonna be

a fiesty one here.

Get down there, boy.

Make it easy on yourself now.

-Ugh.

HANGMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Now don't you move, boy, or I'll blow

your head off.

LYNCH MOB MEMBER [OFFSCREEN]: Hey-- hey, who's that?

LYNCH MOB MEMBER [OFFSCREEN]: Y'all say your prayers now.

LYNCH MOB MEMBER [OFFSCREEN]: Look at that Who's that?

What are we gonna do?

[dog barking]

LYNCH MOB MEMBER [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Hey, man, what are you doing?

Hey.

Look out, look out, look out!

-Come on, let's go.

-Who the hell are you?

-I'm Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

Go.

-What the hell'd you do that for?

-Jesus, you killed him.

-Come on.

They're getting away.

[music playing]

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Yo, what up, man?

-Come on, man.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Yo, yo, man.

-My, my, my.

I think some people are about to have a drug talk.

-You understand what I'm saying?

Are you going to take them?

[phone rings]

-Now was that great Chinese or what, man?

I feel like I'm going to explode.

-I'm not surprised, the way you eat.

-Hey, well, what I want to know is, how come in an hour,

I'm going to be hungry?

-Because you don't eat enough fat and protein.

You eat rice and vegetables.

-Uh-huh.

-And rice digests faster than any other carbohydrate.

-Oh, wow.

You know, you are a walking--

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: I'm telling you it's true.

---talking encyclopedia, MacLeod.

-You better find us some wheels, Ricky.

We're gonna want a ride out of here.

Hey, what's up?

Party's over, boys.

-Heh.

Get lost.

[laughter]

-Ah!

Now just relax, boys.

I don't want your blow.

I just want the money.

Come on.

Heh, heh, heh.

But you know, I do get pissed when people point guns at me.

You kiss the ground.

Now!

Now you won't even think about lookin' for me, will you.

And you find yourself another city.

You get the hell out of here.

-You ever think about going on a game show, man?

That was a joke, MacLeod.

[whistle]

-I didn't really expect an answer.

-Hey!

That's my car, man!

Hey, that's my car, Mac.

-Son of a bitch!

Hey, hey, get away from my car!

-Charlie!

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: That's my car!

Come on, what's the matter with you?

What'd you do to my car?

-Charlie--

Charlie, wait.

[train whistle]

[music playing]

-Yeah, but it was my car, man!

Hey, I'm gonna remember you.

And I'm gonna get your ass, man.

Hey, what was that?

-What?

-That.

You looked like you knew each other.

-Nothing.

I thought he reminded me of somebody I used to know.

-Oh, that's just great, man.

Do you know how long it took me to save up for that car?

Do you know?

[music playing]

[gasps of pain]

[gasps of pain]

[panting]

[dog barking]

HANGMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Come on, boys.

Move them dogs.

Come on.

LYNCH MOB MEMBER [OFFSCREEN]: They can't get far.

Come on, now.

-[PANTING] Come on.

[MUSIC- JIM BYRNES, "JACK OF DIAMONDS"]

HANGMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Yah.

Come on.

Move along.

Let's go.

Come on.

[MUSIC- JIM BYRNES, "JACK OF DIAMONDS"]

[dog barking]

[MUSIC- JIM BYRNES, "JACK OF DIAMONDS"]

HANGMAN [OFFSCREEN]: So we're in the damn river.

[MUSIC- JIM BYRNES, "JACK OF DIAMONDS"]

LYNCH MOB MEMBER

[OFFSCREEN]: Come on [panting]

[OFFSCREEN]: Come on [panting]

-All right, go on up the river a little ways.

You're gonna swim across.

You gotta keep to the water, so the dogs lose your scent.

I'm gonna draw them off this way, so they follow me.

Go now!

Go!

-Come on, what are you doin'?

Hiyah, dogs.

Get 'em.

Come on.

Come on.

We're getting close now.

Heh heh.

Come on, get 'em.

Damn!

We lose 'em?

-We ain't giving up.

What's the matter with these dumb bitches, Higg?

Can't they keep a scent?

[dogs barking]

-Got something now.

Come on.

[dogs barking]

HANGMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Come on.

Ha ha.

[MUSIC- JIM BYRNES, "JACK OF DIAMONDS"]

-Let's go.

Come on.

Let's get him.

[gunshots]

DUNCAN MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Come on.

-Good timing.

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

-Damn!

-Thank you.

You know, I know a fellow over at Walker County that can

patch those bullet holes up for you.

-I'm not too worried about them.

-Well, sometimes being an immortal comes in pretty

handy, huh?

-Yeah, I guess this is what I get for bringing a

knife to a gun fight.

[laughter]

-You're pretty matter of fact about not dying.

You've been around a while, huh?

-350 years.

-Ooh, no bull?

-Nope.

-You remember your first time?

-Like it were yesterday.

-Yeah, me, too.

1859--

I was a slave not more than 5 miles from here.

Slave master had the honor when he found out his daughter

was in the family way.

Didn't matter one bit that I'd never laid a finger on her.

Somebody had to pay.

I just happened to be the right color, like today.

-You know lynching's a hobby in these parts.

So what were you doing back here?

-Well, I just came back to see some of the sharecroppers.

You know I lived better as a slave than they do now?

Folks thought I was inciting people to riot or something.

-Do you know who those men were?

-No, and I don't care.

DUNCAN MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Well, you can't let them get

away with that.

-Ain't nothing to do about it.

-I know this is the South, but there are laws.

-Yeah, for white people.

-I can help you find them.

-Then what?

We'll take them to court?

Thanks for the offer, MacLeod.

But all I want to do is get my butt back north.

-Then what?

-Ah, don't you worry about it, sir.

I got me some plans.

Hup.

Hup.

-Baseball, huh?

-Yeah, gonna be in the big leagues, Yankee Stadium--

strike out the Babe himself.

-Well, how you gonna do that?

-What you talkin' about?

You saw that pitch.

I got me one sweet arm and a fast ball you can't even see.

-That's not exactly what I meant.

-Oh, you mean how can I when they don't let no Negroes play

except in that new Negro League?

-Yeah, something like that.

-Well, I don't know.

Guess I just have to settle for something else.

You know, I could get me an education.

I could be a politician--

heh, heh, pass some laws, make some changes.

Yeah, that'd be something, wouldn't it?

Slave to President to the big leagues, all in one lifetime.

[MUSIC- KEITH SCOTT, "LOOKING FOR THE ONE"]

[music playing]

-It's just me.

Someone is looking for you, man.

-Yeah, I know.

Turn around, and you can meet him.

I didn't tell him nothing, man.

He must have followed me here.

-It's OK, Ricky.

-How are you doing, Carl?

-How do I look?

-The same.

-So do you.

I got to talk to man alone, Ricky.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

[music playing]

-It's ancient history, man.

So you wanna talk or what?

[music playing]

-All right, come on.

Let's hear it, MacLeod.

Aren't you going to ask me what happened,

where I went wrong?

-You want to tell me?

-I don't owe you any explanations, MacLeod.

-You're right.

You don't.

-Look, don't you judge me, man.

-Well it sounds to me like you've done that already.

-Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?

-It means I don't want to play games, Carl.

If you want to be a thief and live like this, then that's up

to you.

-I live the way they let me, all right?

-Right.

-Hey, look, you ain't me.

You ain't black.

-This has nothing to do with being black.

This is about stealing a man's car.

-You know the way back home, don't ya?

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: Great, book four-- that's great.

If I ever catch this guy, I'm going to--

after wrecking my car, he puts me through this, huh?

Now just in case I don't spot this son of a bitch, you've

got other ways of finding him, right?

-Detectives have it on their desk.

-Oh, good, along with five dozen other cases.

Man, my insurance is going to go through the roof here.

-Did you notice any unusual characteristics?

-Ah, not up close.

Tell you one thing though, he was fast.

Aw, man, how many more of these are there, man?

-More than you can count, probably.

-I can count pretty high, man.

-No offense.

Hey, this is the kid here.

Yeah-- the one who whistled and then took off.

-I don't think whistling's a felony in

this state, Mr. DeSalvo.

-Well crack the kid, and maybe you can find the other guy.

[door slams]

-Nice place you got here.

Need to do a little grocery shopping though.

-Make yourself at home.

-Hey, you stopped by my place.

Just thought I'd return the favor.

Bet you own this place, don't you?

-That's right.

And the dojo downstairs.

-Mmm-hmm.

-I never figured out why you helped me, MacLeod.

But now I know.

You're one of those guilt-ridden rich white folks

who like to help poor Negros.

-What do you want, Carl?

-Here's a down payment for damages on the car.

I'll pay off the rest when I can.

-It wasn't my car.

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, this is him right here.

-You sure?

-Yeah, I know what I saw, man.

-Carl Robertson.

-You know this guy?

-Yeah, your car thief is wanted for murder in Arizona.

-Huh.

DUNCAN MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Charlie?

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah?

What the hell are you doing here?

MacLeod, what is this?

-Hey, hey, easy man.

I just wanted to make a little restitution.

-Yeah, well, when they put your butt behind bars, man,

then I'll have my restitution.

-Hey, chill out, brother.

I got your money.

-Yeah, I know him.

Carl Robinson, this is Charlie DeSalvo.

-Hey, what's up with you, man?

-MacLeod, who you hanging with?

This man's wanted for murder.

-Murder?

What the hell are you talking about?

-The man you killed in Arizona.

-I've never even been to Arizona.

-Well, the cops say you have.

-Well, the cop's a damn liar.

-And you expect me to take your word for it?

-Hey, you can take what you expect and shove it.

-All right, that's enough.

-Look, if I killed somebody, believe me, I'd know it.

And I wouldn't lie about it.

-I believe him, Charlie.

-Ha, and I'm supposed to believe him, too?

-I don't care what you supposed to do.

You want this money or not?

-Just so you know, man, I identified you to the cops

this morning.

-Well, that's real black of you, brother.

-Well, I'll drop the charges, brother.

-Whatever.

-He grows on you, Charlie.

-So does cancer.

I'll talk to you later.

-Look at this mess--

garbage everywhere.

These people don't give a damn about nothing.

-You think they want to live like this?

-What are you lookin' at?

Don't kid yourself, Kenny.

These people are all drug addicts, criminals, and unwed

teenage mothers, sometimes all three.

-Come on, Carter.

Now You sound like the damn Klan.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Come here, other side.

Come over here.

Hey, don't talk to him.

-Hey, look at it, Kenny.

There's that punk kid.

[music playing]

-Cut him off around the back.

[music playing]

-Get off of me.

-Listen punk, I don't give a damn about you.

I want you to tell me where to find this man.

-I don't know him.

-I think you do.

-In your dreams.

-Listen, smart ass, do you know what this is?

Huh?

You know what this is?

I think you do.

Now you tell me where to find Mr. Robinson, or I find this

on you and you're busted big time.

You hear me?

You hear me?

-Hey Carter, what the hell are you doing?

-What's it look like?

I'm running this punk in.

-You put the cuffs of him, and you put him in the car.

[clashing swords and grunts]

-Practice.

Heh.

[clashing swords and grunts]

-You're pretty good, MacLeod.

-You should see me dance.

-No thanks.

-Hiya.

Huh, hiya, ugh.

-I thought you said practice.

[clashing swords and grunts]

[panting]

-Good thing it wasn't for real.

-Yeah, it was.

[music playing]

[music playing]

-Hey, Charlie.

-You still here?

-DeSalvo, now what kind of name is that for a black man?

-It's the name for somebody who's half black and half

Italian, man.

-Oh, I got that.

So which half are you?

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: Well, I'm both.

-Heh, guess it depends on who you talking to, huh?

-Hey, you wanna talk about it, man?

Hey, I been talking about it all my life.

-Must be hard being a white man in a black man's body.

-Nobody talks to me like that.

-Hey, I just did.

-What is it with you two, hmm?

-It's a black thing.

-You get his thieving ass out of here.

-I was just leaving.

-I'd get rid of that chip on your shoulder before he knocks

you on your ass.

-Hey, he wants a piece of me?

Let him come get it.

-You know, you've got a major attitude problem.

Is there anybody you don't get on the wrong side of?

-Hey, I'm just a product of the times, my man.

-And you're going to change the world by ripping off

whatever you need?

-Hey look, MacLeod, deep down inside, everybody is a racist.

-No, not everybody's a racist, Carl.

Not everybody hates.

You want things to change, then lead people.

-Don't you dare lecture me on how things can be.

I stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago, man.

-There's something else you stopped believing in, too--

yourself.

[music playing]

-OK, officer, you got me.

Hey.

Oof.

[music playing]

[snort]

[music playing]

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Yo, what's with the axe?

I don't see no Christmas trees around here.

Yeah.

[music playing]

-Carl.

What happened?

-You see this, man.

I told you.

Ain't nothing changed.

-What do you mean nothing's changed?

What are you talking about?

-I was just run over by a cop, a white cop.

-Yeah.

But he ran you over?

He didn't try to arrest you or charge you or anything?

-Oh come on, Mac.

You know for some white cops, it's always open season.

It's not like this is the first time.

You remember when I was pitching against Satchel Paige

in the Negro League.

-Look, the one in the eighth inning, that was a pitch.

-I knew the sucker was looking for a fastball, so I just

pulled the string on him at the last minutes.

-I'm starving.

-You gotta try some of them red beans and rice, man.

-Oh, I'll try anything right now.

Excuse me, miss.

WAITRESS [OFFSCREEN]: Just a sec.

I'll be right with--

-Sorry, is there a problem?

Excuse me, is there a problem?

-I'll tell you want the problem is.

Your friend shouldn't be in here.

-I beg your pardon?

-Mac.

-Can't you read the sign, boy?

What are you waiting for?

-I thought the Sheriff was supposed to uphold the law.

-He is.

But I ain't the Sheriff right now.

You boys gonna leave, or do I carry you out?

-Come on, Mac.

Let's get out of here.

-Listen to the boy, Mac.

-In a minute.

-Now.

I told you his kind don't eat in here.

Oof.

WAITRESS [OFFSCREEN]: [gasp]

-I'll tell you what kind eats in here.

-Urgh, urgh, urgh.

-Racist pigs like you.

-Oh!

DINER CUSTOMER [OFFSCREEN]: You gonna take that?

-We weren't that hungry anyway.

-Come on, Mac.

DINER CUSTOMER [OFFSCREEN]: You'll be fine.

DINER CUSTOMER [OFFSCREEN]: Oh my lord.

DINER CUSTOMER [OFFSCREEN]: Sheriff, you all right?

You all right?

-Sorry about that, Mac.

I should have checked for the sign.

-Carl, whatever you do, don't apologize.

-Look, let's just get out of here before Bubba puts his

badge back on.

-Yeah, well let that fat ass try and arrest me.

-It's not you I'm worried about, all right.

Sometimes you've just got to accept things the way they

are, MacLeod.

-Oh, come on.

This isn't the '20s, Carl.

-You got to go along to get along, you know what I mean?

And I'm going to the majors, man.

-I remember a guy that was going to make new laws.

-Yeah, well he didn't get around to it.

-You still have lots of time.

-Nobody wants to believe that more than me, MacLeod.

But the truth is, they are not going to let it happen.

-Oh yeah?

-Segregation is declared unconstitutional.

Ho, ho.

Yeah!

[laughter]

-Oh man, Mac.

I never thought I'd see this happen.

-Things are changing, Carl.

All you have to do is live long enough.

-[scoff]

I don't know, man.

Somehow all of this doesn't seem so important anymore.

Maybe I should be a part of it, huh?

-Do it.

-All right.

-All right.

[laughter]

-Yeah.

Hey Mac, hold this for me.

Nothing changes, MacLeod.

And when I think about how naive I was

for all those years--

MALE SPEAKER [ON LOUDSPEAKER]: I'm sending

somebody up, MacLeod.

-When they first integrated public

schools, I really believed.

I went to college, even ran for public office, so sure

things were going to be different--

all an illusion.

-What do you mean an illusion?

130 years ago, Carl, you were still a slave.

Things have changed.

-Yeah.

King's dead.

Malcolm's dead.

And Bobby's selling barbecue sauce.

-I'm looking for Carl.

-He's right here.

-Ricky, what's up with you, man?

What are you doing here?

-I couldn't help it, man.

They were going to bust me.

I can't do time.

-Hey, hey, slow down.

-Who did this?

-It was the cops.

I didn't want to tell them, man.

But they planted stuff on me, and I--

-It's all right.

-Was anyone else around, any witnesses?

-Just the other cop.

He saw what was going down.

He stopped the guy.

I'd be dead if he hadn't come along.

-The cop that beat you, what did he look like?

-Man, put you in blues and a badge, you could be him.

All white cops look the same.

-Come on, man.

-Was there anything else?

Anything-- anything at all?

-I don't remember.

He had me on the ground.

One thing, he had this weird thing on his

wrist, like a tattoo.

-It's right here.

A Mr. DeSalvo was in yesterday and dropped the charges, said

Mr. Robinson settled out of court.

-And he's not wanted in Arizona?

-Who told you he was?

-Who told you he wasn't?

-If it ain't here, he's not wanted.

-Then Mr. Robinson is not wanted by

the police for anything.

-Not for anything.

-Thank you.

[office chatter]

[phone keys beeping]

-We got him.

-I don't know, MacLeod.

I just don't buy this whole thing about guys with tattoos

trying to cut our heads off.

-Believe me, they exist.

-I've had people after me my whole life.

How come I've never seen any of them?

-Because they don't want you to?

-So what's up with this phony murder rap?

-They're trying to run you down.

One line in a computer, and every cop in the state's

looking for you.

It might be good idea if we get out of here.

-Relax, man.

I'm the one who's paranoid, remember?

-Get down!

-You all right, Mac?

-Convinced?

-Hey, I'm skeptical, man.

I ain't stupid.

-Then you'll know it's only a matter of time until he'll

find your place.

-Selfish son of a bitch.

I'm gonna kill him.

-Kill him?

You don't even know what he looks like.

All I saw was the brim of a hat and

the barrel of a shotgun.

Besides, he's a cop.

-I don't care if he's a damn cop.

It'll be self defense, man?

-Yeah?

And what are you gonna tell them?

That you're an immortal and he's a member of a secret

organization and they're trying to kill you?

-All right, I get your point.

-Good.

-Look, maybe it's just time for old Carl to move on, man.

-And do what?

-Hey, I'll get by.

You just take care of yourself.

-You still don't get it, do you?

You are an immortal.

You have something other people will never have, time

and the ability to make a difference.

-It's such a--

-No, listen to me, man.

Listen to me.

You can do whatever you want, be whoever you want.

You can live your dream.

Most people grow old and die before they can do that.

But if you want to live the rest of your life like a

victim, go ahead.

-All right, Mac, you made your point.

So what we do about this cop?

-We have to find out who he is.

592--

5-9-2.

-That's him.

That's the guy from the alley.

-Which one?

-The driver.

-OK, so now what do we do?

-We wait.

COP [OFFSCREEN]: All right, guys.

-Come on, Mac.

There's no way this cop's gonna give a damn.

-Why, because he's white?

-Yeah, that's right.

-This might come as a surprise, but so am I.

Officer, can I talk to you for a moment?

-OK.

-It's about your partner.

-What about him?

-You stopped him from beating a kid half to

death the other day.

-Don't know what you're talking about.

-I'm talking about a racist who's trying

to murder my friend.

-And you expect me to do something about it?

You made a mistake.

-You know, you're right.

I mistook you for a cop.

[music playing]

-Hello, Carl.

Nice to see you again.

-What do you want?

-I'm gonna kill you, forever.

-Why, man?

I don't even know you.

What was this all about?

I didn't do nothing.

-You lived.

-Put it down, Carter.

-Get out of here, kid.

-Why?

-Just get the hell out of here.

-I can't.

What's this all about?

-He doesn't want any witnesses for the execution.

-He's wanted for murder.

-Whose murder, huh?

I checked with Arizona.

-You don't know what the hell these people are.

-Put the shotgun down.

-He doesn't deserve to live.

-Please, put it down.

-You're over your head, Kenny.

Trust me, you don't understand what's going on here.

-I understand enough to know what attempted

murder looks like.

-What, are you gonna shoot me, rookie?

-If I have to.

-I don't think so.

[grunt]

[gunshot]

[music playing]

[locker room chatter]

BASEBALL PLAYER [OFFSCREEN]: Yo, Carl pitch a good one

today, man.

BASEBALL PLAYER [OFFSCREEN]: Time to play.

Time to play.

-They let anybody on this team, don't they?

-Oh yeah, anybody that throws a 95-mile-an-hour fast ball.

Well, that's one thing about living forever.

You got plenty of time to start over.

-I thought you wanted to be President.

-Oh, still do.

Just gonna take a while to work out my background history

before I can run for public office.

-Well, maybe in a few years.

-Oh, definitely.

Besides, Mac, with what they're paying me, I'm gonna

have a hell of a campaign.

[laughter]

-You might even get my vote.

-I'm counting on it, MacLeod.

[MUSIC- FRANCIS SCOTT KEY, "THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER"]

-Hey, they're playing your song.

[MUSIC- FRANCIS SCOTT KEY, "THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER"]

[crowd cheers]

[MUSIC- QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]