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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 SONG: Here we are.

Born to be kings, we're the princes of the universe.

Yeah!

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

Yeah!

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world!

-Bonsoir, Madame Leroux.

Merci.

-Bonsoir, Madame.

-A bientot.

[buzzing]

-It's one of them, isn't it?

Anton, you can't go.

Not tonight.

-It would be another night or another.

-Please don't go.

-We always knew it would find us someday, Catherine.

And that we'd face it together.

This is that day.

[door opens]

-Aren't you a little unarmed for this?

XAVIER [OFFSCREEN]: I wouldn't say so.

You know I used to use gas.

But gas is so inelegant, so indiscriminate.

Hardly a gentleman's weapon.

I found something so much better.

-Have you?

[gunfire]

[van engine revs]

-Who are you?

-Death.

[car trunk opens]

[buzzing]

-Oh, someone was careless.

-Terribly.

I had to have all my suits altered.

[van door opens]

-This is wrong.

It's against all the rules.

You can't!

-Oh, but I can.

[gunfire]

[tires screech]

-There can be only one.

[thump]

[blast]

-That's him.

That's Duncan MacLeod.

-Can you imagine that?

Stuck in the ice for two years?

-[chuckles]

Oh, man.

-The "St. Roch," the first ship to sail

the Northwest Passage.

Yeah, it had a crew of eight-- not all of them made it.

It took them 27 months.

-You're not reading this somewhere, are you?

-I must have somewhere.

-[chuckles]

27 months!

Guys must really have learned to depend on each other, huh?

-Actually, the "St. Roch" was--

-You know, I never thanked you.

-Is this a generic "thank you," or did I do something?

-[chuckles]

Well, you know, for keeping the dojo open and not letting

it become a mini-mall or something like that.

-Charlie, it was just good business.

-Oh, yeah.

Well, you forget, I know how much money we're not making,

OK?

-[chuckles]

Oh, well.

Ooh, wow.

Uhh.

-What's the matter?

-Nothing.

[gasps]

Why don't you just go ahead?

-Aw, come on, are you sure?

-No, no, I'm fine.

I must be just a little seasick, I guess.

[both chuckle]

-I'll catch up.

-All right.

-Ooh.

Why were you following me?

-[grunts]

What the hell's the matter with you, mister?

-I said, why were you following me?

-I wasn't following anybody.

I was just taking a walk.

-Don't!

I'll break it!

-MacLeod!

What the hell are you doing?

-He was tailing us!

-Come on.

Let him go, man.

This is a friend of mine, Rick Davis.

We served together.

-[pants]

-Sorry, maybe I made a mistake.

-Damn right, you did!

This guy a friend of yours?

-Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Look, Rick Davis, meet Duncan MacLeod.

DAVIS [OFFSCREEN]: Once was enough.

-What are you doing here?

I thought you'd be in Mogadishu or some place,

getting a tan behind some sandbags, man.

-It's time to get out.

-Well, wonders never cease.

Ricky Davis goes private?

-Look, uh, DeSalvo, I got to go.

I think you should check out some new friends.

-MacLeod, wait up!

You mind telling me what the hell that was all about?

-Nothing.

-Nothing, my ass!

You always say it's nothing, and it's always something.

-Charlie, maybe I was wrong, but I thought he

was following me.

[footsteps approach]

[gate clangs open]

DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: Glad you were home.

-You want a drink?

-Yes, please.

-Brandy?

DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: That'd be nice, thank you.

-You said you wanted to talk.

-Something strange is happening, MacLeod.

I really don't know that I believe this myself.

-Then go on.

-Thanks.

In the last few days, two Immortals have been killed.

One of them was your friend Anton Legris.

-These things happen.

DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: Never like this.

Not in over 1,000 years.

These killings were set up by mortals.

-Go on.

-Well, Anton died in Paris.

And, uh, Jason Talbot died in New York.

They were shot first, and then beheaded by an Immortal.

They were working together.

-How can you be certain it's an Immortal?

DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: Our people were there right after the

Quickening.

The killings were identical.

-And the Immortal?

-Hm.

We haven't identified him yet.

-Why are you telling me all this?

-I thought you'd want to know.

You watch yourself, MacLeod.

[gate clangs shut]

-For once, the pupil bests the teacher.

Beat that.

-Checkmate.

-I'm going to be chief of clan.

My father pays you to teach me to wage war, not play games.

-This is an ancient game played by

warriors, Master Auric.

It is about war and about rules.

-The rules be damned.

They're only meant to be broken.

-Some rules are unbreakable, Master Auric.

-Not to me.

-Those pieces will soon be real men on

the field of battle.

How will you lead them?

-They'll learn to fear me.

-Then they will only fight for you.

If they love you, they will die for you.

-You talk like an old woman.

[buzzing]

-I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

-I am Michel du Burgoyne.

-Dead is what you'll be, if you do not leave these lands!

-So young to be such a buffoon.

-You would pay for this insolence.

-[chuckles]

Is it always like this?

Deal with the boy, MacLeod.

Ours is not a show to be seen.

-I'll discuss this later.

Now, go.

-If you're a coward, I'll put him down myself.

-Hold your sword!

And go!

I spoke of unbreakable rules, and this is one of them.

Our fight is one on one.

No one can interfere!

-I could do what I like.

If you're not man enough, I can fight him myself!

[thuds]

-Now, Michel du Burgoyne, where were we?

[clangs]

-Charlie, something's come up.

I might be going away for a while.

-Hey, you're going to grab some R&R?

-No, I didn't think so.

-Anybody calls, where do I tell them you've gone, man?

-Just tell them you don't know.

-Well, that'll be easy enough.

[buzzing]

-Charlie, you get out of here.

-MacLeod, if I were you, I would seriously reconsider

that R&R.

[footsteps approach]

-Sorry, brother, the, uh, the opera's on the

other side of town.

We're closed.

-Even for an old friend?

-I've been waiting for you.

Don't bother with the gas, there's nobody home.

-You do turn up most unexpectedly, MacLeod.

-I think we both expected this.

-I'm just trying to earn a few francs.

After all, a man's got to live.

-Not necessarily.

[clangs]

[clangs]

-Aargh!

-You're a long way from home, Xavier.

-Home is where the head is.

Or don't you agree?

-Sorry, but I have company.

-We've so much to talk about.

-Oh, no problem.

You guys want to talk, I've got other things to do.

-Don't go.

You know what they say--

the more, the merrier.

[footsteps rushing]

-Go!

[clatters]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

-An old friend?

[gunfire]

[glass shatters]

-Make sure.

[gunfire]

-The phone, man.

Aw, jeez.

[gunfire]

[alarm rings]

-Boys!

[alarm blares]

[alarm blares]

-I don't think your friend likes you.

-What makes you say that?

-[sighs]

-You know why I hate sloppy work, Davis?

Sloppy work leaves trails.

And trails lead to me.

-How could I know he'd be with MacLeod?

It was a million-to-one shot.

-I guess it wasn't your lucky day.

-It'll be OK.

DeSalvo vouched for me.

MacLeod believed it.

-Perhaps, but MacLeod shouldn't have

had to believe him.

MacLeod shouldn't have seen you at all.

-Look, I did the best I could.

-[scoffs]

I know you did, Davis.

And that's a shame, because if that's the best you can do--

-Hey, man, I made a mistake.

What are you going to do, kill me?

-Sounds good to me.

-If it's evidence, put it in the bag.

-Thanks.

Hope you find them.

DETECTIVE [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah.

-Maybe they'd find them a little easier if you told them

the whole story.

-Really?

Did I leave something out?

-Nothing important.

Just the part about the guy with one arm who started the

whole thing.

-His name is Xavier St. Cloud.

He's not for the police.

-Oh!

Not for the police?

Oh, really?

-Charlie, you're going to have to trust me on this.

-How the hell can I trust you when I don't even know

what's going on?

-The only thing you have to know is that this is personal.

-Fine!

Well, then, you can have him!

But I want a piece of those other guys!

-All right.

Got any ideas?

-Yeah.

The way they moved--

they had to be, uh, Berets, Rangers, something like that.

-That's what I thought.

And if you were looking for a wet-work team,

where would you start?

-Davis.

-What was he like?

-Tsk, he liked danger a bit too much.

I don't figure him going civvy for long, man.

-Maybe he didn't.

[dog barks at a distance]

[knocks on door]

-Rick!

Rick, you in there?

It's Charlie DeSalvo.

[tv chatter]

-Hey, Rick?

-Get your hands off.

Here, wipe them off.

He's been dead a few hours.

His body temperature's dropped.

Looks like rigor mortis has set in.

And he got off on more than danger.

-No way, man.

He never touched the stuff.

-Go.

-Look, he hated needles.

He couldn't even handle a flu shot.

-Then somebody handled it for him.

Come on.

-Why make it look like an overdose?

-To get him out of the way with no questions asked.

-[sighs]

This guy's an animal.

-He is also one who likes to kill.

[car engine starts]

-Xavier St. Cloud killed your friend.

-I know.

-My god, they came for you, didn't they?

-Yes, but they missed.

-He's always killed for profit before.

What's he after?

Why did he break the rules?

-Well, maybe he's not as handy as he used to be.

-I'm going to put my people on this.

-No, you don't.

Somebody's finding Immortals for him.

-It's not us, MacLeod.

-How can you be so sure?

-[sighs]

-This is my business now, not yours.

Understood?

-Yeah, whatever you say.

-Excuse me!

-Is everything all right?

-Yeah, it's fine.

Actually, it's not fine.

It's a mess.

I was just wondering, would you, you

know, do the guy thing?

-"Do the guy thing"?

-Yeah, help my engine.

[chuckles]

-What seems to be the problem?

-3,000 pounds of ugly tin just doesn't like me.

-Well, let's take a look.

-Is it OK?

-It's perfect, if you're not going anywhere.

You lost the hose to your fuel pump.

-I don't believe this!

How am I going to get all this stuff home?

-Well, maybe I could drop you somewhere.

Well, don't worry, I don't bite.

In fact, I haven't had to wear a muzzle in years.

-OK.

Can you help me with some of these?

-Sure.

-One more.

I don't know why, but machines seem to hate me.

The feeling's mutual.

-Well, not everyone's a mechanic.

-I'm Renee Delaney.

-Duncan MacLeod.

-I can't shake your hand.

-Here, can you hold that?

-All right.

You're not from around here, are you?

I'm usually pretty good at accents.

I can't place you.

-Well, I travel around so much,

sometimes I forget myself.

-I bet you're an army guy.

-What makes you say that?

-I know the look.

I was an army brat.

Grew up with uniforms.

We must have moved 10 times, if we moved once.

-Few years in Texas?

-Dallas, 10 years.

-A stint in Iowa, too, I'd say.

-Kansas.

It was way too long.

But how'd you know all that?

-Oh, I'm pretty good with accents myself.

DELANEY [OFFSCREEN]: [laughs]

-You're a very funny lady.

DELANEY [OFFSCREEN]: Thank you.

-So you're cooking dinner for your boyfriend?

-Oh, no.

I'm fixing dinner for my mother.

Well, thank you so much, Duncan.

I don't know what I would have done.

-Called a taxi, probably.

-But it wouldn't have been as much fun.

Sugar, you mind holding this?

-Sure.

-Now, I want you to know, ordinarily, I don't let

strange men in my apartment.

-Unless you trust them?

-No.

[cocks gun]

-Unless I have a gun.

-Tsk, tsk, tsk.

What would Mother say?

And I thought we were getting along so well.

-This is business.

-I wonder whose.

-Look, I'll ask the questions here, MacLeod.

-Duncan.

We're on a first-name basis, remember?

-OK, Duncan, why did you kill Richard Davis?

-You followed me from his apartment.

-Answer the question.

-Davis was dead when we found him.

-Then why didn't you call the cops?

-Did you?

He died hours before we got there.

But you already know that.

-Maybe.

What I don't know is, is who you really are.

-I told you that already in the car.

And you didn't need a gun then, either.

-Don't do anything stupid.

-Actually, I was just leaving.

-What makes you think I won't use this?

-Because you don't think I'm guilty.

Besides, this apartment is strictly government issue.

What are you?

Army Intelligence?

Criminal Investigation Division.

When you're going to use an unmarked car, remember to take

the Army Maintenance sticker off the air filter.

Actually, you're due for a tune-up, Ms. Delaney.

Or is it Sergeant?

Oh no, I forgot.

It must be Special Agent Delaney.

CID doesn't like rank, do they?

Wouldn't be right for a corporal to arrest a

general, would it?

-If you knew this was a setup, why did you come along?

-Because I want to know who's following me.

-Were you investigating Davis when he was killed?

-I'm afraid that's classified.

-Well, that's too bad.

When it's not, call me.

We can have dinner some time.

-Got a minute?

-Sure.

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: I just want you to know I'll be

leaving in the morning.

-Charlie, we can fix this place up.

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: Sure.

I used to dream about this place, MacLeod.

It took me five years to get the down payment together.

But this isn't about the dojo.

You asked me to trust you before.

When are you going to start trusting me?

-Charlie, I don't know everything.

-Yes, but you do know something.

-All right, I'm not going to lie to you.

I'm not going to make up stories.

Xavier is going to keep coming until he kills me, or

until I kill him.

We fought each other before.

-You cut off his arm, didn't you?

[chuckles]

No wonder he's pissed.

-So you're going to help me rebuild this place?

-How can we?

It barely makes a profit.

-You let me worry about the money.

-Like new?

-Like it was.

-This is Barton.

He's been keeping an eye on Xavier.

-I told you.

I didn't want your people involved.

-Well, we do what we have to do.

-If you don't want this guy, that's fine with me.

-Do you know where he is?

-No.

But I know where he'll be.

-Are you sure he'll come?

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: He'll come.

He still trusts Dawson.

And Dawson trusts our young friend here.

Isn't that so?

-He'll be here.

-And so will I.

CHARLIE [OFFSCREEN]: It's about time.

I could use some help cleaning up.

-I'm in a hurry, Charlie.

-Well, I guess what they say is true.

Black is never out of style.

-This isn't your fight.

-No?

You're going to tell me this isn't about the other night?

-Listen, Charlie--

-No, no, no.

You listen, man.

This is not just about Xavier St. Cloud.

This is about a special ops team.

And that is something that I know about.

They nearly killed me.

And they did kill Davis.

Now, he and I served together.

And that means something to me.

Now, whether you like it or not, I can't get in much

deeper than this.

-Sorry, Charlie.

[thuds]

-[grunts]

-Aargh!

-Hey, MacLeod.

-What are you doing here, Charlie?

-I told you, man.

I want a piece of these guys.

-Get this off me.

-Where are they?

-It's not your business.

Get out of here.

-No way, MacLeod.

No way!

What?

[thump]

[thuds]

-Sorry, Charlie.

But I told you this is my business.

[buzzing]

-Different rules, different styles.

-Different strokes for different folks!

[clangs]

[clangs]

[clangs]

[thump]

[clang]

[clangs]

[thud]

[clang]

[clang]

[clangs]

-Urrh!

[choking noises]

-Ugh!

Uh!

[clangs]

[thump]

-Ugh!

-MacLeod!

-Horton?

[gunfire]

[clang]

[gunfire]

-We've got to go.

-I want his head.

-You'll have your chance.

-I'm going in, cover me.

-He's alive.

Get an ambulance.

[ambulance siren]

-Well, well.

I was wondering when you were going to show.

-I'm looking for someone who has just got admitted.

-I think we have some things to talk about.

-Not now.

-Look, MacLeod--

-Not here.

His name is DeSalvo.

Charlie DeSalvo.

-Looking for Mr. DeSalvo?

-Yeah.

How is he?

-Not good.

He's, uh, lost a lot of blood.

We do the best we can.

Does he have relatives here?

-No, uh, I'm his friend.

-There's a place you can wait just down the hall.

It could be a while.

WOMAN [ON PA SYSTEM]: Dr. Ford, 4137.

Dr. Ford, 4137.

-You were with him, weren't you?

What were you doing there, MacLeod?

Look, I want to know everything you know, and I

want to know now, starting with who you're working for.

-Go away.

-Who the hell do you think you're talking to?

-I'm not in the mood.

I have a friend who might be dying in there!

-Not in the mood?

Well, that's too bad.

He's alive because I found him.

-Thanks!

-Hey, I deserve more than that.

Maybe if you'd been in the mood before, he would be on

that table right now.

-Listen, lady, I don't need this from you!

-Too close to home, MacLeod?

-Excuse me.

This is a hospital.

If you want to argue, could you take it

somewhere else, please?

WOMAN [ON PA SYSTEM]: Dr. Hayes, 4239.

[monitor beeps]

-Welcome back.

-We're dead.

-Do l look like an angel to you, Charlie?

We're alive, both of us.

-I saw you take one in the heart.

[gulps]

I know I did.

-Charlie--

-Tell me I'm wrong.

-You're not wrong, Charlie.

You saw what you saw.

-What are you, MacLeod?

What in god's name are you?

-It's hard to explain.

-Try.

This time, don't say it's nothing.

I want you to tell me before I die, MacLeod.

-You're not going to die, Charlie.

[monitor beeps]

[long beep]

-Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

-Praying?

-I'm waiting.

-I'm sorry about what I said.

It was a cheap shot.

I hope your friend makes it.

-It's a good place to hope.

-You believe in that?

-I believe there's an order in the universe, that there's

purpose, that things eventually fit even if you

can't see how or why.

-When I was little, I used to think God was this old guy

with a long beard who'd live forever.

-It has to be more than that.

-I prayed for someone once.

I prayed for days.

Didn't work.

Guess no one was listening.

-"He works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform."

That's the "why" part.

Hopefully, someday you'd get to understand.

-If I lived 400 years.

-Sometimes it takes longer than that.

-What do I do with you, MacLeod?

-You let me finish this alone.

-We removed two bullets from his chest cavity.

But there's still one lodged near his spine.

He was going into cardiac arrest.

We had to close him up.

-When can you go back in?

-We'll know in a day or two.

I'm sorry.

-MacLeod, I heard about Charlie.

I can't tell you--

-Don't you even say his name.

You're the reason he's here.

-What are you talking about?

-You set me up!

Xavier and the mercenaries, they were waiting for us.

And so was Horton.

-That's impossible.

You know Horton's dead.

-He wasn't last night.

-You're seeing things, MacLeod.

He's dead and buried.

-You're lying to me.

-MacLeod, why would I be lying to you?

-I don't know.

-Mr. Dawson?

What's the trouble?

-Uh, no trouble, George.

No trouble at all.

-Back in to see Dr. Crane?

-Uh, yeah.

I'm in for my, uh, 20,000 mile checkup.

Look, maybe you could, uh, walk me to my car, OK?

-It'd be my pleasure.

[water dripping]

[water dripping]

[clangs]

[gunshot]

-What's the problem, MacLeod?

No one home?

I knew you'd come.

You've always been so predictable.

-Well, I think it's about time you joined the

rest of your family.

-Holy ground, MacLeod.

Shame on you.

You're forgetting the rules.

I tried to get Xavier to come, but even he

wouldn't kill here.

-Does this make you feel important, Horton?

Powerful?

Is that was this is all about?

-This is not about me, MacLeod.

This is about you.

You and your kind.

You're an abomination.

-And what does that make you?

-I'm a man you can't kill.

Frustrated?

I know I would be, in your position.

How would you like to kill me?

With your sword?

No, I think you prefer to do it with your bare hands.

Feel the life drain away from me.

-And what about Xavier?

How did you find him?

-That was easy.

He's not exactly a low-profile type.

I shot him.

And I was just about to cut his head off when I realized

he could lead me to you.

-And let me guess.

You told him you'd make sure he'd be the last Immortal.

-And he believed me.

Rather an unholy alliance, wouldn't you say?

-I wouldn't underestimate him.

-I won't.

-What about Dawson?

How much does he know?

-We're family.

-Ugh!

Ugh!

[yells]

[thump]

-Damn.

-Here, let me give you a hand.

NURSE [OFFSCREEN]: Thank you.

-I've got a delivery to Joseph Dawson.

He's a patient of Dr. Crane's.

-So?

-So he didn't give me his address.

Said you could help me.

-You said "Joseph Dawson"?

-Yeah, that's right.

-4255 Pimlico Avenue.

-Great, thanks.

[car door opens]

[car engine starts]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Here he comes.

-Good to see you, Joe.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Cast off!

[boat engine starts]

-Who were they?

-No one.

-Look, you can't keep doing this by yourself.

You're not the Lone Ranger.

Wait, hey, just give me a minute, please?

Look, I got Army Intelligence computers, informants.

Yet every time I get somewhere, you're always one

step ahead of me.

What's going on, MacLeod?

Who are you?

-You wouldn't understand.

-Is this personal?

I mean, besides what happened to your friend?

-Something like that.

-Hey, maybe we can help each other.

We don't have to be enemies.

-You don't want to be my friend, Renee.

Look what happened to Charlie.

-You can't do this by yourself.

-I can't do it any other way.

Mind your sleeve.

Don't follow me again.

[car door opens]

-How's Horton?

You remember Horton?

The man who was dead and buried?

The ghost?

We don't believe in ghosts, do we, Dawson?

-I knew you'd come.

-What?

Like Horton said, I'm so predictable?

How long have you worked with him?

-I'm not.

I never did.

Look, after you've fought with Horton, I had to take him to

the hospital.

He was dying.

-Now, we both know he lived!

-Yeah, he surprised us all.

But I made sure he was through with the Watchers, MacLeod.

No one was to contact him, not even his own people.

He was an outcast.

-Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

-Because I knew you'd kill him.

-Don't you think he deserved it?

-I've known the man for 25 years.

He's my sister's husband.

I couldn't just let him die.

He said he just wanted to leave the

country, live quietly.

-And you lied to me about that.

-I didn't even know he was here until you

said you saw him.

I had to find out why he came back.

-I'll tell you why he came back!

[dog barks]

-To kill Immortals.

Horton buys the mercenaries, and Xavier takes the heads.

-[sighs]

I swear, MacLeod.

I didn't know.

-And what would you have done if you did?

Next time I see you, it will be the last.

THEME SONG: And here we are.

We're the princes of the universe.

Here we belong, fighting for survival.

We've got to be the rulers of your world!

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

Yeah!

Yeah!

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world!