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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 McLeod-- the Highlander.

[theme music]

-So now I know why it's been 300 years between day jobs.

-I thought you being the head of security for a rock star

would be would be right up your alley.

-Just makes me wanna gag.

-Well, maybe some Chicago blues would be

more to your liking?

-Hey, Joe!

-Hey, Mac!

Great to see you.

Great to see you.

-You seem in a good mood.

-Yeah, what's to be unhappy about?

And who is this lovely lady?

-Ah, Joe, I want you to meet Amanda.

Amanda, Joe Dawson.

-[INCREDULOUSLY] The Amanda?

You know, I've heard an awful lot about you.

-[SNICKERING] I'll bet you have.

I hear you're one of those guys who likes to watch.

-It's uh, clinical.

For history.

We don't get involved.

-Well tell me, um, do you watch us do everything?

-Only the things I can't get arrested for.

-[giggling]

I like this guy.

-Hey!

Nice to see you.

-So when you coming back down to Earth?

You wanna tell me what's going on?

-Can't you tell?

The man's obviously in love.

-Really?

-With an art historian.

Her name is Lauren.

Met her at the library.

You know, it's funny-- you get to a point in your life where

you feel that you missed the train.

And then, boom!

The lightning strikes.

Look, I gotta go.

-Wait a minute, wait a minute.

When are we gonna meet her?

-Ah, not tonight, she's working late.

She's doing some research at the, uh, the Thorne Estate.

So I'm gonna meet her at her place.

Anything you guys want, it's on the house.

-So, that's a Watcher.

-What do you think?

-I think he's kind of cute.

-Really?

[dogs barking]

[thunder]

[whistling]

-Lauren?

Lauren?

Lauren!

Lauren!

No!

Lauren!

[SINGING] Love is just a gamble, it's best you know

that 'fore you start.

You think you gonna beat the dealer, oh boy, but ain't

nobody can.

You can fret and you can worry, you can sit

right down and cry.

Ohhh!

You can sit right down and cry.

You can search the round world over, never

know the reason why.

-I can't imagine what it's like for him.

We can be in love a hundred times.

-Maybe.

-At least worth a chance.

-Here you go.

-Why, MacLeod?

I don't get it.

-Sometimes there's no sense, Joe.

Things happen.

No reason.

-The police said she probably surprised a burglar.

-That's a load of crap!

He was wearing a $2000 suit!

I didn't even get a look at the bastard's face!

-You did what you could.

-Yeah, well that was not enough!

Do you know what that feels like?

-Yes.

-Do you?

-Yes, I do.

-Well, then do something for me.

-Whatever you need.

-You help me find this son of a bitch.

-You saw her?

-Well, it's like I told the police--

she was here all day, and she was

practically last one to leave.

-And there was nobody with her?

-She seemed to be alone.

-She seemed to be?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

-Are you sure there was nobody around her?

Maybe somebody following her?

-Sir, Mr. Thorne's security system is state of the art.

Monitors cover every inch of the display area.

If there was something going on, we would

have picked it up.

I'm sorry, mister.

-Thanks for your help.

-Sure.

-I'll get Amanda, we'll get out of here.

Amanda?

-[WHISPERING] Come here!

Do you have any idea what this is worth?

-You've gone straight, remember?

-I was just looking.

Besides, did you see these wall lasers?

This guy, Thorne, wants to keep his stuff right where it

is.

-Yeah, but that doesn't concern you, does it?

Let's get Joe and get out of here.

-MacLeod?

MacLeod?

--of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, I baptize you

int he name of Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

[baby crying]

-Amen.

CONGREGATION [OFFSCREEN]: Amen.

-My dear, Timothy James Rayfield.

-Thank you, Father.

-Father, now he's blessed.

-Thank you.

Come, gather around.

This is a holy occasion.

It is also a joyous one to be shared by all.

Out here with God's beautiful bounty all round us.

-Afternoon, folks.

What's the occasion?

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: a baptism.

OUTLAW [OFFSCREEN]: you was washin' him.

[neighing]

OUTLAW [OFFSCREEN]: Give me the cross, old man!

Or I'm gonna put one right between your eyes!

[gasp]

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Get back!

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Stand back.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: It's sacrilege!

-You've got three before you meet St. Peter!

One!

Two!

three!

[screaming]

-Grab the cross!

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Easy, boy!

Easy, now!

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: We should get

help from Fort Wolf.

Come on, now.

-Whoa!

Is it worth your dying?

-The cross!

Get the cross!

God bless you.

You don't know what this means to these people.

I carried this all the way from the Vatican,

and to lose it now.

-But you did not.

-You've been shot.

-It is I nothing.

-I've seen men die of infection for less.

-No, it's OK.

-There's no wound.

It's a miracle--

a miracle!

-Miracle?

-The cross.

The power of our Lord has healed him.

Is there anything--

anything at all we can do to repay you?

-You could get some whiskey.

I don't want to drink it.

You should pour some on those cuts,

stop them from festering.

I headed for Fort Wolf.

Perhaps you could point me in the direction of a hot bath?

-Little extra water, therre.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

[chimes]

-You here for me?

-Just passing through.

Name's Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

-John Dergan--

no clan.

I like it alone.

-Are you hunting?

-Just for beaver.

I'm a trader, MacLeod, pure and simple.

-Good.

Then we have no argument.

-I'll be damned.

-You never seen a cross before?

-I never seen one like that.

All that gold, wasted on a priest.

Enough to make a man take up religion.

-Who's your friend, MacLeod?

-I'm telling you, MacLeod, I'm just not cut out to work for a

living.

-You hungry?

-Especially for some dancing brassiere with an ego the size

of Detroit.

And I thought Elizabeth the First was a bitch.

-You ever heard of an immortal named Dergan?

-No, why?

-A long time ago, we argued over that piece we saw in the

museum today.

-The cross?

Why?

Do you think it has something to do with the murder?

-I don't know.

But I haven't heard of him in over 100 years.

-Twenty dollars.

It took me two months to trap those.

-How long it took isn't my problem, mister.

-How about I make it your problem?

-How much for these?

-Uh, the pants, uh, $3 and those shirts are $2.

-Hey!

What about my money?

-I can wait.

-You have to sign the bill of sale.

-Ah, you write it.

I'll make my mark.

-Oh, afternoon, Miss Welsley.

-Good afternoon, Mr. Billis.

The children and I both thank you.

MR. BILLIS [OFFSCREEN]: Miss Welsley is our teacher.

She's collecting for the new school.

-Thank you, sir.

-It's you who should be thanked.

-You know how to read and write, don't ya?

-I learned.

-Personally, I never saw no need.

Reading never killed no beaver.

-Well, you're right about that.

Thank you.

-MacLeod!

You learn when you were a boy?

-I learned when I was about 50.

-Was it hard?

-At first.

Then it got easier.

And worth your while.

Hello, Father.

-Hello, my friend.

-Father.

-You've all done very well today, so class is dismissed.

See you all tomorrow.

-Bye, Miss Welsley!

-Hello, teacher.

Name's us, John Dergan.

Can I come in?

-It is late, Mr. Dergan.

-Ah, I'm 40-years old and I can't read a lick.

He can't even sign my name.

-Come.

I've planned classes for the men in the fort, but I've been

so busy collecting money for the new school.

I think we can start with this one.

-I think we'll start with this!

Your school's gonna have to wait!

-Joe?

Morning.

-You want some?

-It's-- it's a little early, even for someone with my

constitution.

How about I buy you some breakfast?

-I've uh, already eaten.

-Hmm.

Yeah, I been there.

It doesn't work fro long, you know?

-Hmm.

Funny, you know, I could tell you what an immortal in Spain

had for lunch 300 years ago next Tuesday.

But I can't find out who killed Lauren.

-There's always the police.

-Nah.

Cope will never find him.

They need things like motive, witnesses.

She wasn't robbed.

She wasn't raped.

Someone just opened her door and killed her.

[liquor pouring]

-I've lived a long time, Joe.

What goes around, comes around.

-You really believe that's true?

-I believe it should be.

You know those, uh, records you keep on us?

How accurate are they, really?

-I'm sorry, but Mr. Thorne doesn't see anyone, with or

without an appointment.

As his curator, I know as much about the Cross of

St. Antoine as anyone.

For example, did you know that it was commissioned--

-[INTERRUPTING] --in Byzantium in 1091 by Emperor Alexis the

First to commemorate the defeat of the Normans.

-Are you in the trade, Mr. MacLeod?

-I was wondering if it was for sale.

-It's not.

-Perhaps Mr. Thorne should tell me that.

-As I told you, Mr. Thorne doesn't see anyone.

Besides, that cross is of tremendous

personal value to him.

-Old family heirloom?

-I couldn't say.

-I'm willing to make a generous offer.

-Mr. Thorne is not a tradesman.

He's a collector.

He never sells.

He only buys.

-That's clear enough.

Thank you.

Send my regards to John Dergan.

-Who?

-John Dergan.

He's another collector.

I thought you and Mr. Thorne might know of him.

-Never heard of him.

-Would you like some breakfast, Mr. MacLeod?

-Good morning, Jonah.

No, thank you.

I have a long way to ride.

Where's Father Peter?

I was hoping to say goodbye.

-He's at the river doing a baptism.

-A little early, is it not?

-Your friend said he couldn't bear to face another sunrise

as a heathen.

-What friend?

The trapper, Mr. Dergan.

-Where on the river?

-I don't know.

If you don't like oatmeal, I've got some biscuits.

-Hiyah!

Hiyah!

-Is this more to your liking, my son?

-Just a little farther up by the point, there.

-As you wish, but all of this is God's kingdom.

Come.

Don't be nervous.

Kneel. my son.

Do you believe in God, the Father Almighty, the creator

of heaven and earth?

-Sure.

Now, where's the other cross?

-This one will do perfectly well.

Do you reject Satan?

-Do you have it with you?

-Always.

-I kind of had my heart set on the other on, Father, please?

-Very well.

In the eyes of God, my son, is the symbol, not the substance

that makes it priceless.

-Do you think I could hold it?

For inspiration?

It's more than beautiful.

-It has been touched by the Lord.

It is His grace you feel.

All wonders come from heaven.

-I don't think heaven will be helping you today, Father.

-Dergan!

[roaring]

-The cross!

-Don't try to speak.

-It belongs to the church.

Please!

-One day, I will return it.

-Swear!

-I swear.

I thought Dergan might be Thorne's supplier, but when I

threw his name out, the only thing I caught was air.

-Well, the last time anyone saw Dergan was

over 120 years ago.

-Really?

And how do you know that?

-I went to see Dawson.

-I thought I told you to keep him out of this?

-Well, since when do I do everything you tell me to do?

Come on, MacLeod, somebody he loved has been killed.

He wants to do something about it.

You know how that feels.

[telephone ringing]

MacLeod.

Yes, I'm still interested.

That's fine.

That was the curator from the museum.

Thorne wants to meet me.

And he's sending a car.

[chimes]

-Mr. Thorne is waiting for you inside.

-Really?

[door closing]

-It's a depiction of the Sermon on the Mount.

Hopefully, you appreciate that, Thorne.

[roaring]

-Dergan!

-There is no John Dergan.

There hasn't been for years.

He died right after he found that cross.

-Murdering a priest is an

interesting way to find religion.

-I didn't find religion, MacLeod.

I found art.

I found beauty.

It changed my life and made me what I am.

-What exactly are you?

-Wealthy, powerful, intellectual.

I deal with the finest scholars and

artists of the age.

I studied for decades.

I speak nine languages, including Latin and Greek.

This suit is crushed linen I imported myself.

America is truly the land of opportunity.

And nothing stands in my way.

-Especially Lauren Gale.

-Ah, the art historian.

She was very good.

She actually knew the history on some of the pieces that

were procured through more unusual channels.

-You mean, stolen.

-Really, MacLeod.

The Metropolitan in New York?

The Louvre in Paris?

Do you really think they purchased those Roman and

Egyptian pieces from the original owners,

or from grave robbers?

What makes them any different than me?

-You kill people.

-I hardly kill anymore, only the Gale woman

asked too many questions.

Everything I own is a part of me--

especially the cross.

I sell nothing, and nothing is ever taken from me.

-How about your head?

-I'm no longer in the game.

At least, until there's only one other left.

-That's easier said than done.

Great really.

You'd be surprised how much protection money can buy.

Now, we can live and let live, or you can come for me, and

you can be dead when you hit my doorstep.

Then I'd be happy to make it permanent.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm expecting a

call from the governor.

He wants me to be on his arts council.

-You know, there's on thing you're forgetting, Thorne--

or Dergan--

you put a pig in crushed linen-- even an educated one--

he's still a pig.

-Don't even try, MacLeod.

You'll never even get close.

-I need you to help me break into the museum.

-You want me to what?

I knew you were up to something.

For 300 years, you've been telling me to go legit.

Now that I'm straight, you want me to steal!

-You hate your job!

-That's not the point!

-And a good cause.

-Don't you look at me like that.

No.

I'm retired.

You wouldn't ask an alcoholic to take a

drink for a good cause.

Oh, my God!

-Ne's built a wall around himself.

I can't get near him.

If we take the cross, then he'll come to me.

-And maybe he'll take your head.

-I can't do it without you.

-OK, on one condition.

-Name it.

-It's my show.

I'm in control, completely in charge.

-Um--

-No negotiations.

Take it or leave it.

-I am your obedient servant.

-Damn, I like the sound of that.

-Joe?

-So, what can I do for you?

-You all right?

-Yeah, don't worry about me.

Sympathy for Joe day is over.

I'm fine.

What?

Do you think I'm the only person ever lost someone?

Come on, it happens all the time.

-If that's how you see it.

If it's any consolation, I found the guy.

He's one of us.

Name's Dergan.

-Nah, John Dergan died over a hundred years ago.

-He didn't die, he reinvented himself.

Calls himself Thorne.

-Armand Thorne, an immortal?

Well, why did he kill Lauren?

-Because she found something in his collection--

something she shouldn't have.

-You can't kill him with that, Joe.

-Look, I know!

But I can sure as hell slow him down until I can!

-You won't get close enough to use it.

Let me do this.

For both of us.

-Ugh!

Whew!

Right there.

-Do we really need all this stuff?

-Yeah, tools of the trade.

-I remember when all you had were two lock picks and a

crowbar.

-Well, you've got a lot to learn.

The surveillance cameras and the alarms are activated by a

laser beam.

-So where do we start?

-Ah, let's see.

With this.

Time to tie me up.

-Don't tempt me.

-Practice makes perfect.

Do it again.

-Again?

My arms are getting tired.

Maybe you should lose some weight.

-Maybe you should start working out more, MacLeod.

You're getting absolutely puny.

-You know what you can do with this stuff?

-Hey!

Who's the boss?

-I know what I'd like to do with you, too.

-What did you say?

-Nothin'.

-Easy does it.

-Think I've got it.

-I'll let you know.

-Oh, sorry.

Again?

-[WHISPERING] Come on!

What is taking you so long?

-I couldn't get into the damned harness.

-Why not?

I told you exactly how to do it earlier.

-What do you mean you told me exactly how to do it?

I spent most of my time swinging you

from the dojo ceiling.

-Shut up, OK?

-What do you mean, shut up?

Don't tell me to shut up!

-We've got exactly five minutes.

-Here.

Come on!

-Don't yell at me!

Come on!

What's wrong with you?

-What do you mean, what's wrong with me?

-Where's the rope?

-The rope's in my hand!

Where do you think it is?

-Shut up!

Stop.

[spraying]

-See that?

That's a source beam.

You step on that, the game's over.

-I'm not an idiot.

-No, but you're an amateur.

Four and a half minutes before the guard checks this wing.

Let's take this.

-No!

-I'm in charge, and I say we take this first!

-No!

We came for the cross.

Now, we've got four minutes left.

Last one.

-I haven't done the limbo in years.

-That's very funny.

You ready?

On the count of three.

One, two.

-You were--

-Magnificent?

-Magnificent!

-Yes, I was, thank you.

-Yes, you were.

-Oh, and you were wonderful, yourself.

-For an amateur.

-Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I could make a decent thief out of you yet, MacLeod.

-I don't think s--

I thought I told you to leave the other stuff behind?

-But we had to make it authentic!

-Authentic?

-Come on, MacLeod, you loved it.

Tell me you loved it!

Fine champagne, a beautiful evening, a bag full of

priceless treasures!

Oh!

Oh!

Doesn't it make your heart just pound?

-Yes, just pound.

-Oh!

Oh.

-Here.

-Look at this.

To partners in crime.

How about just partners, then?

-Just partners.

-Mmm.

Guess the game's over now, huh?

-It was never a game.

-It was fun while it lasted.

And now you face him.

-Yeah.

Tomorrow.

[telephone ringing]

-Yeah?

ARMAND THORNE [ON TELEPHONE]: I'm impressed, MacLeod.

I didn't know you had it in you.

I think you know you've made me very, very angry.

-You want the cross, come and get it.

ARMAND THORNE [ON TELEPHONE]: I don't think so.

Every man has a weak point in his defenses, MacLeod.

Beautiful things are mine.

Yours are even more fragile.

Say hello to your friend.

JOE DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: Kill him for me, Mac.

ARMAND THORNE [ON TELEPHONE]: What do you say, MacLeod?

A fair exchange?

The cross for the mortal?

How much do you really want it?

-Don't do it, MacLeod!

Fight this bastard!

-Shut up!

Shut it!

ARMAND THORNE [ON TELEPHONE]: No, I think we'll

meet where I say.

Tonight.

-He's got Joe.

-Time to go, Mr. Dawson.

-Drop dead.

You know you'll never get away with this.

-You think not?

I'm a well-known man in this town, Mr. Dawson.

I doubt you'll be believed.

-It's not the police you'll have to worry about.

-You mean MacLeod?

He'll try.

Combat is for barbarians.

The civilized man protects himself.

-You're not civilized, Thorne.

You are a barbarian in a better suit.

-Let's go.

-Move!

-So do you think Thorne will do what he said and trade

Dawson for this stuff?

-He doesn't want my head, or anyone else's.

He just wants his things back.

-So I guess the son of a bitch wins this round, huh?

Just give it back and walk away, right?

I said we just give it back and walk away.

MacLeod?

What are you thinking?

-Good.

Wait outside.

It's perfectly safe.

After you.

Very good.

What are you hiding from?

We're on holy ground!

Where are you, MacLeod?

I can feel you.

JOE DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: Thorne!

Is this what this is about?

Tell me!

Is this what you killed Lauren for?

For these-- these--

these things?

-No!

[roaring]

-Don't bother me again, MacLeod!

-Not this time.

-MacLeod!

Then who the hell's in there?

-A friend-- something you can't buy or steal.

-You're overreacting, MacLeod.

It's not worth dying for.

-I don't intend to.

[roaring]

[thunder]

-Argh!

Argh!

It's finished.

-Thank you.

-Joseph.

-You did what could be done.

There's nothing more.

-See you, Joe.

Time to go.

-I know.

-[SINGING] You think you feeling lucky?

Then you draw a losing hand.

-Did you know he could do that?

-No.

You know, it's funny.

The man knows more about me than anyone else alive.

Yet, I hardly know anything about him.

-[SINGING] You think you gonna beat the dealer, oh boy, but

ain't nobody can.

-God, to sing like that.

He must have had a hell of a life.

-Probably.

-Wanna ask him about it?

JOE DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: [SINGING] You can

fret and you can worry.

-Nah.

When he's ready, he'll tell me.

-[SINGING] You can sit right down and cry.

Uh-huh!

You can sit right down and cry.

You can search the round world over, never

know the reason why.

[theme music]