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-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.

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NARRATOR: Last week on "Highlander."

-It's time for you to be a hero again.

-Come on, get on!

-You got it, man.

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

-You should've seen this guy, Mac.

He was awesome.

-Heh.

DUNCAN MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Do you see his wrist?

He's got a scar like he had a tattoo removed and

not very long ago.

-Hey, what's happening here?

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

LISA [OFFSCREEN]: Great.

You're going to regret this.

-Just get in.

-OK.

I'm impressed.

Now, tell me where you're taking me.

I said, tell me--

-You want to live?

Shut up.

-Cheek bones are about right.

Skin color, eyes, and nose will need some work.

And, uh, so will these.

-But you can do it?

-Of course.

-Are you going to tell me what's going on here?

Or do I have to guess?

HORTON [OFFSCREEN]: A little surgery.

Even MacLeod has a weakness.

I have found the right weapon.

Now, it must function perfectly.

-Well, I blew it.

I put the kid outside.

MacLeod doesn't trust me.

-Mac, he's just a regular guy.

-He's one of them.

OK?

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

He's one of them.

Now, do you want to stay alive or not?

[gun shot]

-Pete.

He's dead.

You just couldn't be wrong, could you?

-The minor actors have played their roles, Lisa.

Now, it's up to the star.

HORTON [OFFSCREEN]: You've done a great job, Doctor.

So She's exactly like Tessa.

PRIEST [OFFSCREEN]: [speaking french]

Amen.

-What are you doing here?

-Paying my respects.

-A bit sooner, Pete might still be alive.

DUNCAN MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: You know how you think you

know things?

Well, I just didn't trust this kid.

I was so sure.

Now, he's dead.

And I don't know what I'm sure about anymore.

Maybe after you live 400 years, you just forget what

it's like to be human.

Wasn't such a great way of reminding me, Tess.

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

[screaming]

[screaming]

-Oh, I miss you.

Tess?

Did you see her?

-See who?

Mac?

What are you talking about?

-Nothing.

I'm not in any mood for games, Dawson.

Who are talking about?

-Someone in Paris is accessing our computers, files, records,

everything.

Bank funds are being transferred.

And even I can't trace them.

-Well, it's the '90s.

Computer theft is a growth industry.

-I know.

And that's why we designed our system to be bulletproof.

-We?

-Horton and I, we designed it together.

-Well, well, better than I expected.

First MacLeod and the boy, and now Dawson.

The ducks are lining up, Lisa.

-You're not paying me for the others.

-I'll look after the others.

You just concentrate on MacLeod.

-You shot Horton at point blank range.

And you both saw him die.

-We both saw him hit the river.

No body was ever found.

-Maybe I'm a lousy shot, all right?

-Or maybe he wore a Kevlar vest.

Like you said, he always left a way out.

-You think Dawson's right.

-Horton is as good a survivor as he is a killer.

And now it all fits.

-What fits?

-Horton and you're friend Pete.

-Pete?

Pete is dead.

Horton is alive.

One's got nothing to do with the other.

You won't leave her alone, will you?

-Look, I'll, uh--

I'll keep in touch.

-Dust?

-Fingerprints.

This owner would rather have someone touch his

wife than this car.

-Well, actually, I was thinking of a different owner,

the one with the silver Aston Martin we discussed.

-Oh.

Yes, yes, yes.

I remember.

You wanted a personal recommendation.

Well?

-Well, it seems he moved.

I didn't talk to him.

I was wondering if there was a forwarding address somewhere.

-Not that I know of.

-Too bad.

If he does contact you, you can reach me here.

-Absolutely, Mr. MacLeod.

-Excuse me?

[tires screeching]

DRIVER OF CAR: What are you, a tourist?

-Who are you?

-That's none of your business.

You almost got me killed.

Let go of me.

-I'm sorry, uh--

-What are you staring at?

Oh, I know.

This is the part where you say I remind you of

someone else, right?

Why were you at the cemetery this morning?

How did you know?

-I saw you.

I was there.

-Is that what this is?

You've been following me?

-No.

What were you doing there?

-I was visiting my father's grave.

Why were you there?

-I was seeing someone, too.

I'm sorry.

-Look, you seem like a nice guy.

And I really don't know what this is all about.

But I have to go.

-What's your name?

-Lisa Million.

-I'm Duncan, Duncan MacLeod.

-Nice to meet you.

Well, I'm late.

-Uh-- c-- can we have, uh, lunch some time perhaps?

-I don't think so.

-Maybe some other time?

-I'm afraid not.

[heart beating]

-I love you.

-[CHUCKLING] That's it?

Most people would be happy.

-I'm not most people, Tess.

-I know.

If you were, I wouldn't love you so much.

-Tess, if you stay with me, your life's not going to be

like anyone else's.

And it'll never be the same.

-It's already not the same.

I eat, drink, and sleep you, Duncan.

I want you forever.

-You're sure?

-More than I've ever been.

-Then you have to know everything about me.

No secrets.

Everything.

-Tell me Whatever it is, it doesn't matter.

-It might.

Trust me?

-Yeah.

-I want you to promise me something.

-What?

-That you won't call anybody no matter what happens.

-I--

-Promise me.

-Wha--

what are doing?

-Promise me.

-Wha--

-Promise me.

-OK.

[gun shot]

[screaming]

-Duncan!

Oh!

Duncan!

Duncan!

Oh my god.

Duncan!

[gasping]

TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: Emergency?

Emergency, hurry please!

-[GROANING] You had to see it to believe that it's real.

-Believe what?

I don't understand.

-[GROANING] I can't die, Tessa.

-Forever?

-Not like others.

I was born Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod 400 years ago

in the highlands of Scotland.

-What are you?

-I'm immortal.

I'm human just like you.

But I don't age.

I fought in the American Civil War.

I survived the reign of terror in the French Revolution when

they still burned witches at the stake.

Does it scare you?

-No.

I was just thinking how lonely you must be.

Your parents, your friends, having them all

die, and your children.

-I can't have children.

And you won't have any either.

It's the price you'll pay for being with me.

You still love me?

-How could I stop?

[heart beating]

[people chatting]

-He's such a romantic, MacLeod.

[knocking]

-Yeah?

Hi.

-Hi.

I got the flowers.

You didn't have to.

-No, I didn't.

You didn't have to come either.

-No, I didn't.

That lunch invitation, is it still good for dinner?

-Yeah.

You mind if I, uh--

change first?

-Mac, I need to talk to you for a second.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about Pete and all

that business.

And I just--

-Uh, Lisa Million, this is Richie Ryan.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-I'm sorry, um--

you really do look like someone we know.

-I guess you weren't kidding.

DUNCAN MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: No, I wasn't.

Later.

-Yeah, sure.

-After art school, I did two years at the Sorbonne and then

to Florence for post-graduate work.

I met a guy, got married, got divorced.

And that's the story of my life.

Any more questions?

-Not at the moment.

-Good.

For a minute, I thought you were going to ask me my

mother's maiden name.

-What is it?

I'm just joking.

Merci.

[laughing]

-Where did you go?

-Huh?

-What do you have on your mind, huh?

-Nothing, sweetheart.

-Yeah, you do.

-What are you thinking?

-Oh, nothing.

Tessa, you're the wonderful woman I've known

in my entire life.

-Do I really look so much like this other woman?

-Yes.

You really do.

-They say everyone has a double somewhere.

I'd love to meet mine.

-I'm afraid that's not gonna happen.

-She was the one in the graveyard?

It's her you were seeing?

I must bring back memories.

I'm sorry.

-Don't be.

I'm glad we met.

-So am I. Drug dealer, maybe a rock star, but antiques?

-So am I. Drug dealer, maybe a rock star, but antiques?

-I'll let you into a little secret.

It's a disguise.

I'm actually middle aged with bad hair, bad

breath, and a bad suit.

So I've noticed.

-Thanks.

-So what do you paint?

-Oh, it's not important.

Everything you do is important.

-Uh, wallpaper.

-What?

-Wallpaper.

I design wallpaper.

-I see.

Listen, Toulouse Lautrec turned out posters for the

Moulin Rouge.

And Paul Gauguin was a bank clerk.

You're in good company.

-Yeah.

Just what I was thinking.

Do you do this for everyone?

-Do what?

-Make people feel good about themselves.

-No, not everyone.

[whistling]

-You seem happy.

-Any reason I shouldn't be?

-No.

Just that Horton's out there.

-He is.

He is.

This isn't about Horton, is it?

-It's about coincidence.

It's about being in the right place at the right time.

Mac, I think you might have been right about Pete.

-She's not Pete.

-Why?

Because you don't want her to be?

You're not exactly being objective about this.

-I've seen doubles before.

-How many times, once, twice?

And that's in 400 years.

-I have to play this out, Rich.

-Mac, if something looks too good to be

true, it usually is.

I wish Tessa were back, too.

But she's not.

-Don't you think I know that?

-I don't know.

Do you?

-You know, even the damn pigeons look better here than

in Chicago.

-I'm not much of a pigeon critic, Dawson.

-OK.

So we're not critics.

You called because we're such old friends.

-I called because I have a problem.

You guys still give me the creeps.

-You want my health help with MacLeod?

-How do you know?

-Because otherwise you'd just go to him.

-It's this woman he's been seeing, Lisa Million.

She's a dead ringer for Tessa right down to the smile.

-A doppelganger.

-A what?

-A perfect double for a living person.

-Oh.

-Now, if this were a set up?

Don't you think MacLeod will see through it?

-I'm not sure he wants to.

-You want me to check her out even though I

give you the creeps?

-Yeah.

I do.

-Anything for an old friend.

-Dawson, look out!

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

[screaming]

[tires screeching]

[groaning]

-God, you've been hit!

-Oh.

Uh, yeah.

I got that part.

-It's Horton.

I saw him.

I can't believe it.

-How bad is it?

-It's bad.

You took three rounds.

-Oh, skip the details, Dawson.

-OK, Richie.

I'd saw you were dying.

-Not again.

Stick around.

I'll be right back.

-The last two years, I've been working in Belgium.

I've only been back in Paris a few months.

-Planning on staying?

-I guess that depends what happens.

-Are we talking about work here?

-Saved by the big statue.

Amazing, huh, the finesse of those cultures?

Looks like they're ready to dance.

-You ever see Rodin's work?

Well, you're missing out.

Even size didn't matter to Rodin.

He could make anything that seemed light enough to dance.

But even you said that it was--

-I draw, Duncan.

I never studied Rodin.

It sounds like she did.

-She was a sculptor.

-Do you think people can only live once in their lifetime?

-No.

Come on.

-Did I tell you?

My Great Aunt Marie is very angry with you.

-[LAUGHING] Who?

-Aunt Marie.

Every Tuesday night we go to hear jazz.

She used to dance with Josephine Baker

in the Latin quarter.

-I thought Josephine Baker danced in the Folies Bergere.

-Well, she's old.

She's allowed to forget a few things.

-Yeah, I guess so.

-Why don't we go see her?

Uh, I know a great in, uh, Saint-Germain.

-I don't think I want to share you with anyone tonight.

[heart beating]

[zippering]

-That's not a good idea.

-They're just pictures.

My god.

You said she looked like me.

But I never imagined this.

-Let me just--

-I want to see.

All this time I thought you were making love to me.

-Lisa, it was you.

-Don't touch me!

It was her.

-Lisa, this is different.

-Not for you.

You got her back, didn't you?

-Lisa!

Lisa, wait!

Lisa!

Lisa, wait!

-Go to hell!

-Lisa!

-Duncan!

-Well done.

-You guys have been around for centuries.

I wouldn't think seeing an immortal come back would be

such a big deal.

-Well, recording it, yes.

But to-- but to actually witness it, it's

extraordinary.

-Oh.

I guess you're just lucky.

-Tell me, how does it feel, coming back?

-I supposed it beats the alternative.

But I'm not looking to make a career out of it.

-You saved my life.

-I was there.

It was happening.

Let's call it reflexes.

-No, no, no.

This does not mean we're going to start picking

out curtains together.

-I owe you one.

You might regret that.

-I might indeed.

-I know it's only a partial license.

I only got the last three numbers.

Well, see what you can do through the Paris police.

All right.

Call me when you do.

-Horton took a shot at Dawson.

Nothing to worry about.

He hit me instead.

-What's wrong?

-Lisa's been kidnapped.

It happened right in front of me.

[phone ringing]

-Hello?

-How are you MacLeod?

-You're a dead man, Horton.

HORTON [ON PHONE]: Well, come, come.

That's no way to speak to an old friend.

I just wanted to keep you informed.

I have the girl.

Truly remarkable likeness, don't you agree?

-Put her on.

-Duncan.

Duncan, I'm scared.

-Did he hurt you?

-Not yet.

He's crazy, Duncan.

Please help me.

-Where are you?

-Time's up.

Oh, just so you don't worry, the girl is fine so far.

-It's me you want, Horton.

So why don't you come get me.

-All in good time, MacLeod.

You've already buried Tessa once.

I don't think you want to do it again.

-Ho--

-The man is definitely angry.

-I pushed all the right buttons.

-You were very good.

I think he's really quite fond of you.

-Can you blame him?

-Time to push the next button.

-This is not scheduled for servicing.

But if you insist, we'll have it checked out.

-It's perfect.

Oh, if there's a problem, I can be reached here.

It's my new address.

-OK.

So Horton's got Lisa.

What should we do?

It's me Horton wants.

It's me Horton's going to get.

[phone ringing]

-Hello?

-Mr. MacLeod?

I was just wondering if you were still interested in that

Aston Martin.

-Yes, I am.

-Well, I have that address you wanted.

-Thank you, Alfonzo.

-Mac, let's just think about this for one second here.

Horton shows up.

He takes a shot at Dawson.

Lisa looks exactly like Tessa.

Come on.

Mac, he's using her.

-Even if he is, do you think that's going to stop him from

killing her?

I know.

Her may own her.

But whoever she is, her face is Tessa's.

This is Horton's game and Horton's rules.

All I can do is play it out alone.

-[WHISPERING] I don't think so.

-How about you untie me and deal me in?

-Give it a rest.

-Maybe we could play something besides cards.

-And maybe Horton could blow my brains out.

-It's not him you got to worry about.

[punching and groaning]

-You all right?

-Yeah, I think so.

-Where's Horton?

-He's gone.

He left a few hours ago.

And I don't know what's happening.

Why-- why are they doing this to me?

-It's a long story.

I'll tell you on the way to the barge.

-I don't want to go to the barge.

-What are we doing here?

You father's grave is that way.

-I'm not here to see my father.

I'm here to see Tessa.

I want you to see the difference between us.

She's there, dead.

I'm here, alive.

I hope that's clear to you.

-It is.

But I have one question.

What was your face like before?

-What?

-Before the surgery.

-Before what surgery.

-Who was Claudine Badieux?

-Who?

-You've forgotten your mother's maiden name already?

-Why are you doing this?

-Why are you?

The lying's over, Lisa.

-OK.

You're right.

I lied to you.

I lied about everything.

I have a son.

His name is Mark.

He's six years old.

Horton has him.

He said it was you or him.

But I could never hurt you, Duncan.

-Tell me about Mark.

-I have his picture right here.

When does Horton come in?

-As soon as you tell him.

And

-When did you know?

-Part of me knew when I first saw you, just didn't want to

believe it.

You're good, Lisa, if that's what your name is.

-It is.

And don't feel too bad.

You're not the first.

I can be anyone I want, anyone you want me to be.

And you wanted me to be Tessa.

-At first.

Then I just wanted you to be you.

-They all do.

I was married to a psychiatrist once.

He kept trying to understand me, to get into my head.

He was trying when I killed him.

They all tried to understand.

But I'm one of a kind.

That's why Horton broke me out of prison.

-You're a sociopath.

-Smart, but a little late.

-So why bring me here?

-It's Horton's idea.

The guy's got a sick sense of humor.

What does it feel like when you're about to die?

Are you scared?

Huh?

Is it hard?

-Not as hard as it is to shoot someone with an empty gun.

It's over, Lisa.

The cops want you in jail.

And Horton's going to want you dead.

-Horton and I have a deal.

-Only as long as he can use you.

And he can't use you anymore.

[gun shot]

-I've waited a long time for this.

It's a shame I have to hurry now.

-He's dead.

What the hell are you doing?

-I'm taking a trophy.

-Not this time.

-He made me.

He said you couldn't use me anymore.

-He was wrong.

[gun shot]

-MacLeod!

-Your turn, MacLeod.

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

[click]

[click]

-Joe, no.

He's mine.

Come on, Horton.

Face me.

Or are you afraid?

I though you said you the man I couldn't kill.

You have one chance, right here.

-I'll take care of her.

-I'm sorry, Mac.

-She's not Tessa.

She never was.

[church bells ringing]

[speaking french]

-I know you're going to miss it.

-It's just a boat.

It's just

-But it was home.

Why are you giving it up?

-I've mourned Tessa too long.

It's time to move on.

-Where to?

-Oh, I don't know.

Somewhere.

You coming?

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