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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"]

BENNY [OFFSCREEN]: OK, look.

Uh, let's just forget about the money.

I don't know what the hell I was thinking.

I've been so coo coo these days.

You know?

Please.

Oh boy.

That's cold.

Listen, I--

I will leave town.

I'll leave the city.

I'll move off the continent, if you like.

Hey, fellas, look.

Can't we at least talk about this, huh?

I mean, what the hell did I do to deserve this?

-In light of your current predicament, Mr. Carbassa, I'd

say you tried to blackmail the wrong man.

BENNY [OFFSCREEN]: Now look, Sid.

-Don't call me Sid.

My name is Simon.

Simon Lang.

-I can respect that.

Look, Mr. Lang, honest to God, I swear, your

secret is still safe.

-Because I stopped you.

And now you'll stay quiet.

[coughing]

-When your time is getting short, you find yourself

thinking about the legacy you leave behind.

Perhaps you know what I mean.

-But guys, it's--

it's very cold out.

You guys don't wanna be waiting around.

I mean, the cement will take hours to dry, sir.

Listen, why don't you just shoot me instead?

Or, hey, how about a quick jab in the ear with an ice pick?

I mean, it was good enough for Trotsky, it's goo--

-You brought up the past.

You should be prepared to deal with its traditions.

-You don't have to do this.

A--

A guy like me, I'm not worth it.

I mean, I'm nothing.

I'm scum, I'm [spit].

You know?

But, maybe we can make a trade.

-With what?

What could you have that could possibly

interest a man like me?

-Duncan MacLeod.

-MacLeod's been dead for 50 years.

Him, yeah, but his grandson's still alive.

-So?

-So?

So--

So--

So, the guys knows everything.

He told me himself.

He-- he tells everybody.

He's--

I see him on the street with strangers.

People.

He's like a mouth.

I go around talking to people about you, who the hell's

gonna listen to me?

I'm--

I'm like, a schmengy guy.

But this guy, MacLeod, oh boy, he's-- he's like a real, solid

citizen.

-You're lying.

-I swear to g--

Hey.

Hey, give me a break.

Look, Mr. Lang.

Mr. Lang.

Hey, guys.

Easy.

Please.

Please.

Oh guys, come on.

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Maybe if I got out of the cement, it'd be a little

easier to walk.

Oh, please guys, please.

Not in the water.

I'm not good in the water.

I can't swim.

Mr Lang!

Guys, please!

No, guys.

Please don't do it!

Don't do it, Mr. Lang.

Mr. Lang, listen.

Mr. Lang.

Mr--

Mr. Lang.

The MacLeod thing is a no lose proposition.

I mean, if I'm right, your secret will be safe forever.

If I'm wrong, you can-- you can always buy

another bag of cement.

Hey, kid is MacLeod around?

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: That, uh, depends.

Who's looking?

BENNY [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, look, take it east.

I'm not after anybody's head or anything.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Then you can leave a card.

We'll get back to you.

-Yeah, me and Mac, we go back a long way.

Ha.

We're like that--

Hey, MacLeod!

-Benny!

-Ha ha ha!

In the flesh!

Hey, are you getting taller or am I getting shorter?

-Shorter.

How much do you want?

-Hey.

Come on.

Does it always have to be about money, huh?

I'm loaded now.

-Oh.

-I was on my way to Chicago for a little bit of action.

I thought I'd dropped in, see how you were doing.

-My lucky day.

-Hey, all right.

Hey.

You gonna introduce me to this good looking stud here, or

what?

-Richie, Benny.

Benny, Richie.

-Richie, how you doing?

Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you too, how you doing?

-Keep your wallet in your front pocket.

-Hey, come on, I'm crushed.

-What's the problem, Mac?

-Well, I guess he doesn't want you hanging out with a small

time hustler, you know, who's had his fingers in

bootlegging, bootmaking, blackmail.

Am I missing something here or what, Mac?

-Yeah.

How about the part where you manage to lose

money in every scam?

-Well, OK.

So, I'm not Michael Milken, right?

But hey, he's no Al Capone either, right?

-You knew Capone?

-Don't encourage him.

-Did I know Capone?

Capone, Lansky, Legs Diamond.

I knew them all, kid.

-Oh man, what was Capone like?

-Here we go.

-Hey, hey.

Come on, Mac, the kid wants to know.

Let me tell him.

-Yeah, yeah.

Come on, come on, come on.

-Capone.

Let me tell you about Capone.

Capone had that thing we call the shy.

You know what I'm saying?

This guy, when he cheated at cards, he was a master.

Those were the days, huh?

-I was just leaving.

-Hey perfect, how about lunch?

I'm buying.

-This I've gotta see.

-Bad timing?

-No, not at all.

-Wow.

Nice to meet you.

I'm, uh--

-Just leaving.

Uh, I'll catch up with you at Joe's.

-Right, right.

-Sure.

-So, anyway.

You were, uh, you were saying?

-Well, Legs Diamond used to shave his legs under his pants

to keep his legs--

-So, how have you been?

-Good.

Busy, as usual.

-Yeah.

-You?

-Oh, I've been good.

Good.

It's good.

Yeah.

I missed you, but--

-All right.

Here's the thing.

I've, uh--

I've been doing a lot of thinking

about this guy I know.

-You like this guy?

-Yeah, I do.

A lot.

-And?

-And I think he likes me to.

-So, where's the problem?

-Well, this guys is very different.

No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to get to the

bottom of him.

-Maybe you should cut him some slacks.

Give him a little time.

-Funny, that's exactly what I was thinking.

Some people are just a little slower to open up.

-So?

-So, I've, uh, decided to--

not to push.

-And you're OK with that?

-I figure I give it my best shot.

-So, what's the next step?

-Well, I was thinking maybe, um, we

could, go out some time.

-Well, how about tonight?

-Oh, I'm on double rotation tonight.

-Tomorrow?

-Well, um, I got this really boring fundraiser to go to.

Black tie.

Bunch of speeches.

You don't want to go to that, do you?

-So, Dillinger looks over at me, goes, hey, Benny!

Yes, Mr. Dillinger?

Gotta go see the picture "Manhattan Melodrama."

I said, well, why?

Because in it, Clark Gable plays a gangster that gets the

electric chair, and Dillinger wanted to know what it was

like to fry.

-At the Biograph Theater in Chicago.

-Okey dokey schlockey.

The kid is smarter than he looks.

And it was my idea to take him there.

-Well, so--

So, Benny.

So Benny, what about the lady in red?

-You mean Anna?

-Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

-Who the hell do you think introduced them?

-So you got John Dillinger killed?

-Well, my timing's not perfect.

-I'd say.

-Yeah.

-Anyway, kid.

Look, I'm sorry.

I keep calling you kid.

You're at least, what, 10, 12 now?

I'm gonna make a quick call.

I'll be right back.

-You're early there.

Check hasn't even come.

-Oh, you're such a kidder.

He's always kidding me.

I tell you, we should have done Vaudeville.

We'd have made a fortune.

I'll be right back.

-Guy's hilarious.

-Oh, come on, Mac.

Give him a break.

You know?

He's having a good time.

-Yeah, he's trouble.

-He's fun.

Besides, I know he's full of it.

Look, if he stiffs you with the bill, it was worth the

price of admission.

I gotta go.

I'll see you later.

-Richie?

-All right, Mac, I got you in.

-In where?

-There's an amazing poker game going on at the

docks tonight, OK?

Invitation only.

I wrangled you an invite.

-Thanks.

No thanks, Benny.

-Come on, Mac, what are you talking about?

There are gonna be some serious player there, OK?

We'll have a few drinks.

All right?

We'll smoke some of those big mother Cuban cigars.

It'll be just like the old days.

You know what I'm saying?

It'll be a blast.

When was the last time you had a great poker game, huh?

Someone swiped my wallet.

-Yeah.

Uh-huh.

-I'm serious.

Someone swiped my wallet.

Hey!

I gotta call the cops.

I'll be right back.

-You do that.

-All right, who took my wallet?

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Afternoon, Benny.

-Hey.

What the hell's going on?

Hey guys, guys.

Hey, hey, come on.

So how's Leon, huh?

-Leon's pissed, so say goodbye to your kneecaps.

-Get over here.

-Come on, listen, guys.

I told Leon I'd get him his money, OK?

-Well, well, well.

-Hey, Mac.

Help me reason with these guys, will you?

-Get lost.

-Mac?

Mac, please?

-I said get lost.

-Mac?

Please?

-I wouldn't do that.

-Watch it, Mac.

He's got a bat!

Mac!

Way to go, Mac!

Catch, Benny.

Oh!

Yeah!

Yeah, Mac!

Go right!

That was beautiful, Mac!

That was beautiful!

That was beautiful!

Listen, Mac.

I was-- the, the-- the kick, the, the ba-boom thing.

That was fantastic, Mac.

-You have some explaining to do.

-Listen, Mac--

-Get in the car.

-Mac, I was going to help you out, but--

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-My shoulder got banged on the thing.

I had to cover the bat thing--

Mac, I had him lined up.

I was going to give him the curly thing on, on the truck

thing--

-In the car.

-Mac, I'm not good with this stuff.

-In the car.

-Mac.

Mac, he's moving!

Let me get a shot at-- where's the bat?

Where's--

oh, Mac, he's--

he's up!

He's up!

Mac!

Oh!

OK, so I owe a little money.

OK, so I, I owe a lot of money.

-I don't know.

Could it be gambling debts?

-No, I bought the Queen Mary, and I

couldn't make the payments.

Listen, Mac, that's why I've got to get down to this poker

game tonight.

There's going to be a guy there that owes me a bundle.

-Oh, good.

Problem solved.

-Well, no, not really, Mac.

You see, uh, Leon's boys aren't the type that are just

going to go away.

Especially after what you just did to them.

For which I am eternally grateful.

You know?

You know?

-What do you want, Benny?

-I was kind of hoping that maybe you could

walk me over there?

Please, Mac?

For old time's sake?

-Benny, all that can happen to you is they can just kill you.

-Yeah, but, but that involves pain, Mac.

And I'm not good with pain.

-All right.

-Mac, you're a life saver.

I love you, Mac.

Thank you so much.

I love you--

-Don't overdo it, Benny.

-OK.

One more.

-No, no.

-Just--

OK, fine.

-Sit down.

-Yeah.

What's with the rocks, Mac?

-I like rocks.

-Try art.

All right.

All right, this has gotta be the place.

Let's check around back here somewhere.

This is going to be a great game.

You're going to love it.

-Yeah.

-Nice, huh?

-Remember, it's just this once, Benny.

-So listen, you going to stick around for one game, or what?

-No games, Benny.

-One game's not gonna kill you.

-I'm not playing a game.

-Hey, Syd.

How you doing?

-He looks just like him.

-Yeah, well, didn't I tell ya?

-What's this about, Benny?

-What do you know about me and your grandfather?

-Benny.

-What do you know?

-My grandfather--

-Who cares what he knows?

Now he sleeps with the fishes, huh?

Well, your problems are over, Mr. Lang.

-We're square.

But don't ever give me trouble again, Carbassa.

I can always find you.

-MacLeod!

MacLeod!

MacLeod!

Are you out here?

MacLeod!

MacLeod!

-Benny!

-MacLeod!

You're alive!

You're still alive!

OK, listen, I've got a blanket and everything!

And don't worry, I've got the keys!

Oh, you're alive!

You're alive!

Ha ha!

Come on out, Mac.

Listen, Mac, I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

-Take these cuffs off.

-OK, listen, no problem.

I can explain everything.

-Now!

-Mac, please, before I do, you're not gonna

kill me, are ya?

You promise?

-Oh, I promise.

-OK.

All right.

-I'm so sorry.

Boy, you look cold.

Mac!

You promised!

-I lied!

Why?

-Listen, Mac, I had to do it.

If I didn't that guy was going to send me down to the bottom

of the bay in cement sneakers.

That's no place to spend the next 200 years.

-What the hell are you talking about?

-The guy at the ferry.

Simon Lang.

I had to kill you for him.

-What the hell for?

-So you wouldn't talk.

You didn't recognize him, did ya?

Guy used to be Syd Lankovsky.

[music playing]

[buzzing]

-Cigars?

Cigarettes?

-Name's Benny Carbassa.

Are you looking for me?

-No.

You're not my type.

Duncan MacLeod.

-Yeah?

Well, I guess I'll let you go.

This time.

-Thanks for the reprieve.

-Cigars?

-Say, pal, how's about a drink?

-Why not?

-Hey, waiter!

[snapping fingers]

Couple of highballs over here.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Wiseguy.

Haven't seen you around town before, pal.

Looking to check out the local action?

-Just passing through.

-Yeah?

Well listen, I got this whole town in my back pocket, see?

In fact, there's a great poker game down at

the south side tonight.

And they don't usually take to strangers, but, uh,

I can get you in.

-That's very kind of you.

-Say, don't mention it, pal.

You just put yourself in my hands, OK?

Because if you haven't seen Lucky Jim's, you

haven't seen this town.

[applause]

-Who's she?

-[SINGING] Night and day.

You are the one.

-Uh, no, no, no, my friend.

You don't want to go messing around with

that particular lady.

-Why not?

-That's Peggy McCall.

Joey Lankovsky's girl.

-[SINGING] Under the sun.

-Who?

-Joey?

Joey over there's a born wiseguy.

Started out a small time punk in the Purple Gang, knocking

over candy stores.

Then he graduated to hijacking booze.

Hey, waiter!

Where are those highballs?

-No credit.

-Why, I oughta--

-That's all right.

Put it on my tab.

-Yeah?

Say, you're all right, pal.

-He doesn't look like a small time hustler now.

-I guess you haven't heard, huh?

This is the land of opportunity.

He and his brother Sid opened up this place in the middle of

prohibition.

A few bucks here, a few bucks there.

Nobody sees nothing.

That's Syd over there.

Cooking the books.

[SINGING] In the silence of my lonely room.

-I mean, I've never met him up close and

personal like, you know?

But I hear he's all brains and no style.

You know what I mean?

[SINGING] Under the hide of me.

-Anyway, the two of them wound up the biggest

whiskey runners in town.

Yeah?

And now it's all legit.

Boy, what a country, huh?

-Only in America.

[SINGING] And this torment won't be through 'til you let

me spend my life making love to you.

Day and night, night and day.

You are the one.

Only you.

Beneath the moon, and under the sun.

Whether near to me, or far.

It's no matter, darling, where you are.

I think of you, night and day.

[applause]

[music playing]

-Like to dance?

-I hear you're dangerous to know.

-Afraid of a little danger?

-Mm-mm.

-Well, then?

-Excuse me.

-So, what is it that you do, mister--

-MacLeod.

Duncan MacLeod.

I'm in antiques.

-Uh-huh?

Well, uh, Duncan MacLeod, that's not too shabby.

-Thank you.

-For an antique.

-Hah!

is he looking yet?

-What do you mean?

-Your boyfriend.

Is he jealous?

-Shut up and dance.

-Joey.

Get a load of the action on the dance floor.

-Syd, I got better things to do than look at some floozie

kicking up her skirts.

-It ain't some floozie.

It's Peggy.

-Just what do you think you're doing, pal?

-Dancing.

-With my girl?

-Well, if she's your girl, maybe you should dance with

her.

-Maybe you should stay out of what ain't your business.

-Careful, boy.

-Hey, Joey, take it easy.

We don't want to make a mess in here.

-Who is this guy?

-This is, uh, Mr. Duncan MacLeod.

He's in antiques.

-Antiques?

Get rid of him.

Dance, everybody.

Come on.

Dance.

Dance, have fun.

Come on.

-Look.

I, uh, appreciate the dance and all, but

you see how it is.

-You don't have to explain.

You're a true beauty.

You can relax.

She's all yours.

Where'd all these drinks come from?

-Uh--

that, that dame over there.

She likes ya.

-So uh, Benny's downstairs.

-Uh-huh.

-Mac, he's really sorry.

I mean, he's like, uh--

he's crying.

-Well, he's probably got an onion in his pocket.

-Oh, come on, Mac.

Can't you just give the guy a break?

-He killed me.

-Oh, Mac, he didn't really kill you.

I mean, uh, I know it's not fun, but it's not like it's

permanent, either.

-Yeah, well that's Benny's whole problem.

He can't get killed.

Every time he screws up, he starts over.

And then he screws up all over again.

-Mac!

Mac, forgive me, will you?

Please, I was way out of line, all right?

I should have checked with you first, Mac.

I'm sorry.

You know I'd never let you get hurt.

Not really.

I mean, it was just one of those really awkward

situations, uh, you can't get out of without doing something

really impulsive, like, killing a good friend.

Listen, Mac, the great thing is that it worked.

Lang thinks you're dead.

And as long as you don't run into him,

everything is copacetic.

[humming]

-Benny.

-Yeah?

-Get one thing straight.

I have a life.

I'm not about to run and hide from this guy.

-No, no, no, no, no.

That's the beauty of it, Mac.

You don't have to.

See, Lang has got cancer.

He's gonna be dead himself within three months tops.

It's beautiful.

-Oh, you're all heart, Benny.

-No, well Mac, that's not what I meant.

What I'm saying is that the chances of you're running into

him are next to nil.

Next to nil.

Let me get some of this.

What, you're going on a hot date, huh?

You look great.

Look at you, you sexy, long haired immortal, you.

You stud man, you.

Good luck.

I love him.

He's like, the best, isn't he?

He's like a brother to me, you know that?

-That clumsy waiter could use a little straightening on.

-I'm sure you're just the man to do it, dear.

-We're here to dedicate our new wing to the hospital.

All you have to do is keep smiling and be your usual

gracious self.

-Just try to keep your speech under an hour.

Some of these folks might actually like to get some

dancing in.

-Excuse me.

Aren't you Peggy McCall?

-A long time ago.

I'm Margaret Lang.

It's so good of you to remember.

-I heard you sing in the old Palace Ballroom.

Chicago.

New Year's Eve, 1939.

-That's the year I retired.

-Oh, you were wonderful.

You were the queen of the ballroom!

-There were so many wonderful singers then.

-Not like you.

You were magic.

Let me get my wife.

She'll be so thrilled to--

-I'm afraid we can't.

It's, uh, time for my speech.

-Oh.

-Sorry.

-I promise, we'll mingle a little, we'll sip a little,

we'll hear one more speech, and we're out of here in half

an hour, tops.

Sound good?

-Nope.

They have plenty of champagne, plenty of music,

so why waste it?

-Oh, my.

-It can't be.

[humming]

-Maybe we do want to go home early after all.

-You!

-Hi.

-Son of a bitch is alive!

-But boss, we saw the guy--

-You saw a damned illusion.

Little bastard tricked me.

-Mr. Lang, the guy drowned.

-How the hell did he do it?

-I was sure he was dead.

-He was at my charity ball tonight.

-Guy must have had a diver waiting for him.

-I don't care what he had.

I want him dead.

I want that little weasel dead, too.

Now, you find him, and you kill him!

-[GIGGLING] Stop.

You said it wouldn't be a dull evening.

-Well, we aim to please.

-Well, not that I minded leaving early, but, uh, what

did you do to totally piss off the biggest

philanthropist of the city?

-He must have mistaken me for somebody else.

-I don't buy that.

-You're pushing it.

-I am not pushing.

-You're not gonna push, right?

-Right.

Right.

Of course, if I was going to ask a question, it would be

something a lot more interesting, like how come you

don't have any scars?

No vaccinations?

No appendectomies.

-And you're pushing.

-I am not!

-Yes, you are!

-Oh, stop!

I still don't know anything about you, except for the fact

that you have secrets, and Simon Lang doesn't like you.

And that's not a lot to go on, is it?

-It's enough.

-Hey, hey, MacLeod!

MacLeod!

Listen, I'm heading over to that poker

game on Front Street.

You sure you don't want to join me?

-Well, I haven't played high stakes poker in years.

-Hey, all the better to take your money with, pal.

Come on, it's not like you forget how.

-Well, I suppose it'll come back to me.

-All right.

Hey, listen, I'll get us a cab, all right?

Taxi!

[car horn]

-I told your brother I'm not looking for trouble.

-I'm just here to deliver a message.

-I'm listening.

-Peggy wants you to come back to the club to see her after

the last show.

-What for?

-Hey, I'm just the delivery boy.

you gonna be there, or what?

-Tell her I'll be there.

-Don't you know I love you?

-So then why do you make me crazy with all those bimbos?

-So I flirt a little.

A guy in my position's gotta keep up appearances.

It's just business.

And what about that guy you were hanging onto?

-Oh, hell.

I was only dancing with him to make you jealous.

-You make me crazy.

-In that case, I forgive you.

-Joey.

Business.

-I'm a little involved here, Syd.

Can it wait?

-No, it can't.

-He's great with the books, but his timing stinks.

-That guy MacLeod's out front, in your booth.

-And I should care about this because?

-He says he's supposed to meet Peggy.

-Syd, what's going on?

-It's just business.

-Joey's cool when it comes to business.

That was not his business face.

-He's going after MacLeod.

-Because I danced with the guy?

I told him that meant nothing.

-You know what Joey's like.

-Syd, please.

You've got to go after him.

Before he hurts somebody.

-Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

-You know, I thought you were smart enough to be out of town

by now, MacLeod.

-I thought I'd just stick around and see the sights.

-Well, maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

It's a dangerous town.

People who don't mind their own business have been known

to get hurt.

-Hey, Joey, stay calm.

We don't want to make a mess in here.

-Stay out of this, Syd.

This isn't one of those deals where you can negotiate

everything to death.

-Sure it is.

Everything's negotiable.

[gunshot]

-What the hell'd you do that for?

-Syd?

What happened?

I heard shots.

I couldn't stop him.

I, I tried.

I was too late.

-What happened?

Did Joey shoot him?

-They shot each other, Peggy.

They're dead.

They're both dead.

-Joey's d

-I was too late.

It's my fault.

I'm sorry, Peggy.

-No.

It's my fault.

If I hadn't of tried to make him mad--

-I'll take care of you, Peggy.

I'll take you home, and I'll get the boys to clean up.

-Oh!

Oh!

-Syd will take care of everything.

-Why?

-I'll take care of you.

-I think I've done a pretty good job of not pushing.

-You think that entitles you to a bonus?

-Yes.

Maybe?

You know, something small.

Like, um, like where are you from?

-Well, let's just say my, uh, family's Scottish.

-Really?

-Mm.

-Quite a revelation.

-You Duncan MacLeod?

-Usually.

-You OK?

-I'm fine.

I'm fine.

And I am not pushing as hard as I can.

-Listen, Mac, it was just bad luck.

I mean, how the hell was I supposed to know it was his

party?

-Yeah, but why does this always happen, Benny?

-I--

I don't know.

I mean--

at least there was no harm done, Mac.

I mean, they didn't get you.

And even if they did, it wouldn't be permanent.

-No, they didn't get me.

But they almost got Anne.

-Listen, I--

I'm sorry, Mac.

I guess I just didn't think this whole thing

through very well.

-Well, this has gone way too far.

-Hey, look, Mac, I'm going to fix it, OK?

I'll tell you what, man.

I'm going to go over there, I'm going to talk to them.

I'll tell them something I'll tell--

no?

-No.

You're going to stay here, and you're going

to stay out of trouble.

And I mean it, Benny.

[music playing]

[music playing]

[doorbell]

-I've got to see Mr. Lang.

Name's MacLeod.

-Yes.

-Let him in, James.

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: I'm sorry to bother you, but I thought

it was necessary.

-That was you last night at the ball, wasn't it?

-Yes,

-You remind me very much of someone.

-Duncan MacLeod?

-Your grandfather.

-Uh, Mrs. Lang, I need to see your husband.

-What about Alvin 'Creepy' Karpus?

Did you ever hear about him?

-I don't care.

-He was a Canadian gangster, you know.

Not too many of those.

Maybe two.

But you know, even he, he had a chip on his shoulder about--

-Benny!

I said I don't care, all right?

-Hey, listen.

Maybe you're working out too much.

You shouldn't have to.

You know?

Just get yourself a nice jacket and you're set.

Hey look, I guess Mac's a little pissed off at me, isn't

he?

-Well, Benny, do you blame him?

-Hey, look.

It was an angle that went a little haywire, OK?

It happens.

-Benny, you ever thought about going through life just taking

what it deals you without trying to work some angle?

-Oh yeah?

Like what?

You mean like get a real job?

-Wouldn't be a bad idea.

I'm taking a show.

-Yeah, well, I--

I've thought about it, you know.

It's not like it hasn't occurred to me.

I mean, even if I wanted to!

What the hell would anybody wanna hire me for?

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Nice punch, Benny.

-Thanks.

-Why do you want to find Simon?

-I need to clear up some history.

-About your grandfather?

It's all so long ago.

What happened happened.

Accept it, like I did.

Took him decades to become a respectable business man.

Now he's acting like a cheap hoodlum.

I guess the past always comes back to haunt you.

You look just like he did, over 50 years ago.

But who is this dried up old woman beside you?

-I still see a beautiful woman.

-When I think of myself, I always see me as I was then.

Young, fresh, happy.

Joey standing by my side.

-Your beauty never fades, Peggy.

-So, what do you want to know?

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: I need to know where

to find your husband.

[coughing]

-I'm done wasting my time on lowlife scum like you.

-I know what you mean, Mr. Lang.

I'm a loser.

But listen, you don't have to kill me.

I'm sure you got more important things to do.

You're not feeling well!

-I've done great things for my country.

-You sure have.

-I deserve a little peace of mind in my final days.

This time, I'll do it myself.

-Syd.

Syd, please.

Don't!

-I told you.

Don't call me Syd.

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Lang.

-What a nice surprise.

Now it's your turn.

-I'd really like to talk.

-Any famous last words?

-Nothing that's not a cliche.

-Get rid of him.

-Why are you doing this?

You've been Simon Lang for 50 years.

Why risk it all?

-Duncan MacLeod and Joey Lankovsky killed each other,

and that's the way it's going to stay.

-We both know you did it, Syd.

-So the little weasel was right.

You do know.

-Is that what it was?

You wanted Joey's girl?

-Joey got everything.

The press, the girl.

I put it all together.

It was time for him to retire.

-You bastard.

-Peggy, get out of here.

-You shot your own brother.

You took away the best thing that ever happened to me.

Joey was my life!

-Margaret.

-You killed him!

-Stay out of this.

You should've left the past alone.

-And you, you should've stayed dead at the ferry.

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

-What happens now?

-I'll take you home.

[music playing]

-She was a class act, ah?

They sure don't make dames like that anymore.

-They never made them like that, Benny.

She was one of a kind.

-Yeah, well, she's gonna be OK, Mac.

I mean, with Sid gone, she's free and she's loaded.

-She's lost a little time, Benny.

-Yeah, that's true too.

I'm sorry, you're right.

-Talking about starting a new life.

-Absolutely, Mac.

It's a brand new leaf for me, I tell you.

I mean, you know, as soon as I can get a

little bit of a stick.

Oh, daddio, what the heck is this?

Is this the stake?

-No, it's a ticket to Chicago.

-What?

What are you talking ab--

Hey, come on, MacLeod.

I thought we patched things up.

What the hell?

-Goodbye, Benny.

-Aw, come on, Mac.

I was gonna still check out some of the local action.

I thought you and I could go down to a craps game tonight.

-Bye bye, Benny.

-This is a bus ticket.

-Yeah, Bon voyage.

Hasta la vista.

Write when you get word.

-Oh, come on, Mac.

Chicago's 2,000 miles away.

It'll take 13 years to get there by bus.

What the hell am I supposed to do about food?

-Oh.

Quarters?

You're giving me quarters?

I'll be dead before I even get there, Mac.

Come on, Mac, please, do me a favor.

OK, you're right.

I'm an ungrateful son of a gun.

Listen, thank you so much.

But, c-could you spring for an airline ticket, Mac?

It's like a dog kennel on those buses.

It's like a lot of sweaty people.

I'm an immortal!

-Benny.

-Yeah?

-Shut up.

-Listen, I'll call you when I get back into town.

Maybe you can introduce me to some of those

immortal babes of yours.

-Bye, Benny.

BENNY [OFFSCREEN]: Bye.

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