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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 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.

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world.

[music playing]

-Looks like you went swimming without your life preserver.

You made a mistake, May-Ling.

-If you want to fight, let me get my sword.

-Oh, no.

I don't want to fight.

No, I want your head.

[grunting]

-It was flawless, exactly as I had planned.

And you were superb.

Although you could have been a little quicker.

-She's dead, isn't she?

I was perfect.

-You're good, Michael.

But you only get one mistake.

-Well, I won't make it.

-Unless you get careless or lazy or you don't choose your

targets carefully, everything in the proper place at the

right time, and never move, unless you're ready.

And always be ready.

-I'm ready.

-Excuse me.

-Can I get you something?

-Blend, if you have it.

-Coming up.

-Excuse me.

Ian, it's good to see you.

How are you?

Mike Barrett, Ian Bancroft.

-It's a pleasure, Mr. Bancroft, a real honor.

-The pleasure's mine.

I've heard good things about you.

-So what do you think of the joint?

-I give high marks to any club that serves fine single malt.

It suits you.

Must be true what they say.

You can take the boy out of Chicago, but you can't take

Chicago out of the boy.

-You know, you're still the only person I know who gets

away with calling me "boy." So who needs reassignment.

-I do.

-May-Ling?

-She's gone.

-I'll be damned.

-Here we go again, ladies and gents--

five card draw.

-Joe, I didn't know we were having a party.

-The more, the merrier.

Grab a chair.

You can make a contribution to my retirement fund.

Justin Russell, Maureen Russell.

-Rita Luce.

No thanks, you know I don't like to gamble.

-Mike's off-duty, so it's serve yourself at the bar.

-Ian, I'm sorry about May-Ling.

-Why?

-I know how hard it is to lose one.

When Caspar got killed, it was like losing family.

-Gasper was your first assignment.

You didn't know any better.

But you should know better now.

Your bet.

-Check.

-So it looks like Trent is definitely

moving to Boulder, Colorado.

-I'll open for five.

-OK.

So you gonna go with him?

-We haven't decided yet.

-Maureen is nervous about moving to a new city.

-What's Trent like?

-Does it make a difference?

-Keeps to himself.

-Maureen thinks he's been writing historical romances

under a pseudonym.

-He is.

-Raise you 10.

-I'll see that.

They any good?

-A lot of sword-fighting.

-He must be basing them on someone else's life.

We've been watching the guy for three years, and I don't

think he used his sword once.

-Call.

-Must be rusty as hell.

-Fold.

-What was that kid?

Remember, what was his name?

Took out Richland.

-Boyer.

A flush, nine high.

-Pair of queens.

What was I doing in this game?

-Full house, kings and threes.

-Boyer, yeah--

five feet two and skinny as a rail.

Didn't think he's last a year.

-He's still around?

-Last I heard.

-If it's like anything else, you never know

until the last card.

-The one that surprised me was Grayson.

No one thought that anybody would nail

that son of a bitch.

-I only saw the beginning.

Looked like MacLeod was finished.

I didn't want to stick around and see it happen.

[swords clinking]

[music playing]

[thunder]

-Another century, and you might have beaten me.

[music playing]

-There can be only one!

-There can be only one.

-I guess the lesson is, never underestimate MacLeod.

-He surprised a few people.

-The man doesn't seem to have any weaknesses.

-Not that I noticed.

-To tell you the truth, Rita, I'm surprised you got

Christian still around.

As young as he is, I'd have thought he was easy pickings.

-Maybe he just works harder than anybody else.

-You sound like his manager.

-Why?

Because I think he's as good as anybody out there?

-Objectivity, objectivity.

-Give me a break.

You put two years of your life into May-Ling Shen.

And when she's killed, you just go off to a poker game as

if nothing happened.

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm not like that.

-Than it sounds to me like you better find a new assignment.

-Don't even think about it.

-She's been with Christian since the beginning.

-Perhaps the problem.

She's lost her perspective.

-That's crap!

-Come on, Ian.

Everyone tends to root for their guy a little.

It's an occupational hazard.

-That doesn't make it right.

You're too close to him.

-Who are you to judge me?

Is this all they are to you--

cards in a game?

Here's May-Ling.

The game is over, right?

The game goes on without her.

Here is Xavier.

And this one-- here is Sarah.

And here is Stanton.

And here is Darius.

-Rita, Rita.

-Go on, keep on playing.

They're just cards.

-Perhaps we've played enough poker for tonight.

-Hey, Dawson, what's up?

Want some coffee?

-MacLeod--

-What is it?

-May-Ling Shen.

-When?

-Two days ago, in Hong Kong.

-Who was it?

-Does it matter?

Michael Christian.

-Never heard of him.

-He's quite young.

He became immortal about 20 years ago.

OK.

I did some digging, and I found this.

-One of your chronicles?

-May-Ling's, from the end of the 18th century.

We had a man in Mongolia.

I thought you might want to have a look at it.

[music playing]

[crowd chatter]

-Our local champion--

in five years, he has not been defeated.

-Perhaps he needs a stronger opponent.

-Would that be you?

-Someday.

-I have heard it said that

experience is the best teacher.

-Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

[music playing]

-Perhaps you wish to learn how to do that.

-No, maybe later.

I seek a master, one who knows the way of the

white, not the bull.

Do you know of him?

Only one can teach you that.

At the end of the village, you will find what you seek.

-Thank you.

[music playing]

[dog barking]

-May-Leng Shen.

-Duncan MacLeod, of the clan MacLeod.

I've not come to fight you.

-Then why are you here?

-To learn.

I was told I could find a master here.

-Who told you that?

-A man named Kim-Sun.

-A good man, but a poor student.

-You were his teacher?

-If you choose not to believe me, that it's not my concern.

-No, no forgive me.

But you are a woman.

-Are you always this observant?

Body is not particular about a hand that throws it.

-True.

It must have been hard for you to find a master who would

take you on.

-Because women are refused training?

-Why?

-I'm one who refused to be refused.

When one's life is in danger, one is capable of doing

extraordinary things.

-Great-- twice in one day.

-You have to be a reed in the wind, neither opposing nor

giving way.

-I thought I would feel the weight of the mountain.

-The weight of the mountain must pass through you, not

anchor you.

Sounds like you had a samurai for a teacher.

-I--

-One of us?

-No.

-You must rest for a while.

This must be another Western custom.

Shall I have a servant bring your pillow?

-I will let you know when I have had enough.

I'd like to see you try that one again.

-As you wish, honorable guest.

-I think I've had enough.

-I thought I faced a gaijin with the spirit of a samurai.

What was the Western art you wished to show me?

Yes, the manly art of roxing.

-That was boxing, and you can forget it.

Just show me what you do, whatever, whatever that was.

-Hideo was obviously a master.

Did you have a disagreement?

-No.

-Then why did you leave him?

-He died.

-It is as it must be.

-But not if our friendship if costing your life.

That's not right.

-If my lord chooses to have me die, that is his

right, and my duty.

-So you're just going to wait here until they come for you?

-My lord has been generous.

They will come when it is done.

-When what is done?

-When I have taken my own life.

And it would be an honor if you would assist me.

-I can't help do that.

You are my friend.

-And that's why I ask, because if I should falter, you must

keep me from shame.

You must end my pain with a pure stroke.

-But there must be some other way.

-We could get a boat and leave Japan.

-I could no more run than I could fly.

-Koto is a noble samurai name, a name I have

been honored to borrow.

To dishonor it for all who follow me would be

unthinkable.

[thunder rumbling]

[police sirens]

[music playing]

-So why Trent?

I thought we were here for MacLeod.

-Patience.

It's nice to have a real kitchen instead of a

minibar, for once.

Almost like a real home.

-I suppose.

-At least it's better than living out of a suitcase.

-Yeah, but I'm ready for MacLeod.

Why wait?

-Because the timing is not right.

First, Trent, from what I hear, he'll be easy.

-Chopping the head off a librarian--

what's the point?

-Because I said so.

You'd be dead without me.

-You want to stay alive?

You'll do as I say.

-Don't you think you were a little hard on Rita?

-No, I meant what I said.

She's getting too close to Christian.

-So what if she's projecting a little?

After her son died, Christian became much more

important to her.

-We have rules.

-Come on, Ian.

Getting attached, it happens sometimes.

It comes with the job.

You know that.

Cut the woman some slack.

-I don't like it.

-She was right about Darius, wasn't she?

-I don't know what you mean.

-Yes, you do.

You spent 30 years watching the man.

You're going to try to tell me that you didn't feel something

after he was killed?

-Darius was different.

-Will it please you that much to destroy me?

-Immensely.

You could have been one of our greatest rulers in the history

of the world.

Instead you cower on holy ground.

-That was 1,400 years ago.

For you, the world hasn't changed.

-Look outside your cloister.

What has changed?

The means of destruction only.

You're a fool.

-I should have stopped him.

De Braum was right.

People will die because of me.

-Not because of you-- because of him.

-Perhaps it's time that--

perhaps it's time that I should leave my sanctuary.

[music playing]

[crash]

-Darius!

-We killed him.

-No, we didn't kill him.

Horton did.

What you felt for Darius, she feels for Christian.

-Michael, Christian is no Darius.

-Maybe Rita thinks he is.

-Hey, Joe.

-MacLeod.

Ian Bancroft, Duncan MacLeod.

-Nice to meet you.

I was leaving town for a couple of days.

I was wondering if I could take this with me.

-Sure, fine.

Look, I'll see you later, OK, Mac?

-Sure.

Nice to meet you.

-What the hell was that?

How long has this been going on?

-Easy, Ian.

-What did you think, Joe?

No one would ever find out?

Was that why you were defending Rita?

-I defended Rita because I don't think she's wrong.

-Then you're as far gone as she is.

You gave an immortal one of our chronicles?

Are you out of your mind?

-You think I planned this?

He found me.

What was I supposed to do?

Drop a cyanide tablet to keep our secret?

-You should have been reassigned, immediately.

You should have left town.

There are rules, Joseph.

You have your vow.

-Sometimes in life, you have to do more than just watch.

[music playing]

-It's finished, James.

-Joseph.

We're family!

-I'll light you a candle.

[gunshot]

-He always had a way out.

-I would've done it.

-No, MacLeod.

We make mistakes.

We clean them up.

-Dawson, I'll see you around.

-There have been watchers for centuries.

If we start ignoring the code, the whole thing falls apart.

-It's not always black and white, Ian.

-This is.

It has to be.

Why do you think Christian is in town?

Perhaps MacLeod is next on his list.

What are you going to do, Joe?

-MacLeod doesn't need my help.

Christian doesn't stand a chance against him.

-He didn't have a chance against May-Ling, either.

-I'm his friend.

I'm not his guardian angel.

You know damn well I'm not about to interfere in an

immortal battle.

-Don't think he's your friend.

He's an immortal.

You're a watcher.

He's not your friend.

He never will be.

-You must have had a remarkable teacher.

-Yes, although we did have some minor differences.

-Differences?

-Yes.

At the beginning, he treated me more than just a student.

-I'm not surprised.

I can see where a situation like that can get rather

complicated.

-So the student was obliged to teach the teacher a lesson.

-And what was that?

-Ugh.

[moaning in pain]

-Simply, that one of man's greatest assets can also be

his greatest liability.

-I had to ask.

[moaning in pain]

-I believe the teacher has taught you all she can.

-But it's time then, other people to leave.

-Yes.

But perhaps the man will remain.

-Are you regarding me as more than a student?

-Are you wanting to be?

-I may have to teach you a lesson.

-Someone's coming.

-Who is it?

-It's Ian.

Better get in the bedroom.

-I had a hell of a time finding you.

-What do you want?

-Rita, I want you to come off this assignment.

-Thanks for your concern.

-Christian seems to have piled up an awful lot of victories

in his 20 years as an immortal, hasn't he?

A lot of them were pretty damned unlikely.

-So he's good.

So what?

-Someone has been feeding him inside information, the sort

of information that only the watchers have.

Rita, why don't you watch for reassignment?

Get out of the field.

Take a break.

-Forget it.

Christian killed your immortal.

And now you're taking it out on me.

Well, get used to it.

He's going to kill a lot more before he's done.

-Forget reassignment.

I'll see to it that you're out, for good.

And we'll see how your precious golden boy does

without you.

-It's OK.

Nothing, nothing is going to happen to you.

[music playing]

-Perfect.

-I'm sorry.

It's never easy losing a friend.

-No.

Coming here is the last thing Ian would have

wanted me to do.

-Do you think he was right?

-The last thing we did before he died was argue about it.

Rule number one--

a watcher and an immortal can't be friends.

-Come on, Joe, you don't have to choose.

-Don't I?

I took an oath, and I broke it.

And the watchers have been around for a long time.

What gives me the right to say I'll do this my way?

-Because you're a man.

And part of life is deciding, making your own judgment

calls, and choosing who your friends are.

Do you regret our friendship, Joe?

-No.

I don't know.

I should go.

-I'll see you out.

Unfinished business is always hard.

If you didn't believe Ian was right yesterday, dying doesn't

make it right today.

Follow your instincts.

It's all you can do.

-What if you're wrong?

-Then you're wrong.

You know, the life I live, sometimes you fight, you kill.

It never leaves you untouched.

-I know.

Thanks.

-I'll see you around, Joe.

-Hey, just the two fellas I was looking for.

Check it out.

A guy owed me a favor, and boom--

court-side seats.

I am telling you, Jack Nicholson does not have a

better view.

-You thought we'd all go together?

-I don't know.

Let me see, Joe--

one, two, three, one, two, three.

Check that out.

-That's very nice of you, Rich.

Thanks.

-You're welcome, Mac.

So what do you say, Joe?

You'll be there?

-No.

No, I won't be there.

-Did I say something?

-No.

I'm taking a little trip.

-Where to?

-The island.

-Mac, is, um, everything OK?

-Everything's fine-- just have some thinking to do.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Keep an eye on this for me.

-Mac, that's one of the first things you taught me.

Make it part of you.

Keep it with you.

-Yeah, I know.

It is part of me.

But it's not my life.

In 24 hours, I'm walking away from it.

Take it.

Don't worry, Richie.

It's holy ground.

-Joe.

-Hello, Rita.

-I heard about Ian.

What a loss.

Joe, I know we had words, but that doesn't mean that we

still weren't friends.

-No, it doesn't.

-Joe, hey, uh, can I talk to you for a second?

-Sure.

Excuse us.

What's up?

-Um, Mac went off on some kind of vision quest to the island.

-So?

-So he didn't take his sword.

-Look, MacLeod's been around a long time.

He can take care of himself.

-Yeah, sure, he can take care of himself.

[tv audio]

-Hey.

[tv turns off]

-What did you do that for?

-You've got better things to do.

It's time--

time to take out McLeod.

CHRISTIAN [OFFSCREEN]: Where is he?

RITA [OFFSCREEN]: He's on an island, a place the Indian

shamans used.

CHRISTIAN [OFFSCREEN]: Rita, that's holy ground.

-He's got to come back, doesn't he?

-Yes, he does.

[music playing]

-Do something for me.

Help me find this son of a bitch.

-I need to know more about him--

where he's lived, his habits, what he's done.

-We have rules.

-Then break them.

-This is my business now, not yours.

-Understood.

-Why, thanks, MacLeod.

What is this?

An act of friendship?

-You're why I'm here, MacLeod.

I've been tracking you for 15 years.

-Should I be flattered?

-He's got to be stopped, MacLeod.

-Then why don't you stop him?

I'm not a cop, Dawson.

[birds chirping]

-Knock, knock.

-Over here.

-Are you pouring coffee, or am I too early?

-I'll put a pot on.

-So how is Christian?

-Oh, nothing exciting happening.

-Then you didn't hear, did you?

-Hear what?

-Justin called me last night.

Christian took out Trent yesterday.

You set him up, just like you set up May-Ling!

Where's Christian now?

-It's too late to stop it.

-Maybe not.

[phone ringing]

-Dojo, this is Richie.

-What have you done?

-I just levelled the playing field.

-No.

-Now we do what we're supposed to.

We wait.

[music playing]

[motorcycle engine whirring]

-Michael Christian.

And you're not on holy ground now, MacLeod.

-You're so right.

-You're good, MacLeod.

But you haven't got a chance.

[electricity buzzing]

-Mac.

-Hey, Richie, how you doing?

-I'm good.

How are you?

-Good.

-It's nice to see you.

-Nice to see you too.

-Thanks.

Thank you, Joseph, for everything.

-What are friends for?

THEME SONG: And here we are.

We're the princes of the universe.

And 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.

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Send me to the future of your world.