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-Jim Coltec?

I can't believe it.

You in town?

-Mac, if I was in town, I'd be at your place with my feet up

watching golf.

I'm calling from my truck.

-What, you need directions, Jim?

Sounds like you're lost.

-Funny.

You know Indians don't get lost.

I'm gonna stop in town for takeout.

How about we meet at Harling Ridge?

-Sounds good to me.

[foreign language]

Travel well, Jim.

-I always do.

-Damn.

-Please, Mister, it's all there is.

Swear to God.

-Guess that just about caps it for you, don't it?

[buzz]

-None of your affair, Tonto.

You just stay out of my way, and we don't have a problem.

Do we, huh, China Boy?

-He was going to kill me.

Mister, are you OK?

-Fine.

[cocks gun]

-What are you doing?

I thought you came to help!

No!

No!

NARRATOR: He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

Born in 1592 in the highlands of Scotland,

and he is still alive.

He is Immortal.

For 400 years, he's been a warrior, a lover, a wanderer.

Constantly facing other immortals in

combat to the death.

The winner takes his enemy's head, and with it, his power.

I am a watcher, part of a secret society of men and

women who observe and record, but never interfere.

We know the truth about Immortals.

In the end, there can be only one.

May it be Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]

-So this guy's a real medicine man, huh?

-Holy man.

Coltec's a hayoka.

His job was protecting his tribe from evil by absorbing

it before it got to them.

-A spiritual scud missile.

What happened to his tribe?

-He couldn't protect them from famine, or drought,

or the white man.

They died off.

All of them.

Every one but him.

-That's rough.

-Yeah, but Coltec believed he had a purpose, so he turned

himself outward and became hayoka for the world.

-Sounds pretty ambitious.

-He has a spiritual power that connects him

to people and things.

I've never seen anything Like.

It.

-Mac, you make it sound as if the guy can do real magic.

I always figured you for a nuts and bolts kind of guy.

-And now?

-Now I'm not so sure.

See, as a kid, I was very cynical.

If I couldn't see it and I couldn't feel

it, it wasn't real.

Certainly if anybody had ever told me that Immortals exist--

-You would have thought they were crazy.

-Exactly.

So now I'm wondering to myself, what other kind of

strange stuff is out there?

I saw the cover of a tabloid.

Apparently a guy in England has proof

that werewolves exist.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-Well, there'll be a run on silver bullets now.

-But we exist.

I mean, who's to say there's not other weird stuff out

there running around?

-Richie, I've lived for 400 years.

I've never seen a werewolf, an elf, or a vampire.

Mind you, I did hear that there was a troll that lived

underneath a bridge around here somewhere.

-Oh, very funny.

But you believe in Coltec.

You believe that he can do real magic.

-I believe that there are some things that defy any logical

explanation, yes.

I also believe there is power in faith and will.

-You still didn't answer my question.

Do you believe that Coltec can do real magic?

-Maybe you should ask him.

-Oh, Mac.

Couldn't you have met this guy in a bar or something?

-What's the matter?

Don't you like the fresh air?

Look at it out here.

Isn't it beautiful?

Look.

Look at that.

-Whoa!

What are you doing?

Don't do that!

-What's the matter?

Don't you like heights?

-I love heights.

We had these things all over the east side

when I was a kid.

What are you doing?

-I think we should spend more time out here.

-Yeah, well, I think we should spend more time

on the other side.

[buzz]

-Hey, you must be Jim Coltec.

I'm Richie Ryan.

A friend of Mac's.

-Is that a fact?

-Jim, it's me!

Stop!

It's Duncan MacLeod!

-I know!

-What's wrong with you, man?

Are you out of your mind?

-I don't know what the hell we're coming down here for,

especially after what that bastard did.

-Not Jim.

It doesn't figure.

None of it.

-Mac, the guy tried to take your scalp from

just below the chin.

What's to figure?

-He's a friend.

-Yeah, sure.

And if you hadn't given him a flying lesson, we'd both be

missing our heads by now.

Are you sure it was him?

-It's him.

MACLEOD [VOICEOVER]: It was the summer of 1872.

The white world had sickened me with its bigotry, its

hatred, its wars, its empires.

I'd left them all behind.

I'd been living with the Sioux for about three years, and I

was soon to take a Sioux woman, Little Deer, for my

wife and adopt her son, Kahani.

They were everything I ever cared about,

everything I ever wanted.

Finally I was at peace, but all of that

was about to change.

-We got a present for you, squaw man.

Which one you think is her?

MACLEOD [VOICEOVER]: Kern destroyed it all.

He was a scalp hunter back then.

He brought the soldiers to our camp.

He slaughtered my people, Little Deer, even Kahani.

They spared no one.

After that, the only thing I wanted was revenge.

I tracked Kern for weeks, then months, hunting him like I

would an animal.

But it was me that was becoming the animal.

Winter was in the air, but all I could smell was blood.

The longer it took, the more my hate grew.

Hate was all I had.

Hate was all I was.

-We don't need more men, Sergeant.

Just a competent scout, like the one who helped clear out

the Sioux last year.

-You mean that tracker Kern.

-Have it resolved before my final report.

-Where's Kern?

-What?

-The Indian scout.

The one that helped clear out the Sioux last year.

-If you want work, mister, report to the paymaster--

-I wanna know where he is!

-Sergeant!

-Stay still, gentlemen.

-Sergeant, stop that man.

-What are you men waiting for?

Stop him!

-Throw him in the brig.

[buzz]

-Get your white hands off me.

God, you're dead.

-Somebody clean up that mess.

-You're dead.

I'll find Kern, then I'll come after the rest of you.

You're dead!

All of you!

-Would that help?

-It's none of your concern.

-No?

[speaking sioux]

-My name is Coltec.

-It's not a Sioux name.

-My tribe was long before that, but I have

been with the Sioux.

You also have a name.

-MacLeod.

Of the Clan MacLeod.

-Ah, European tribe.

-What did you do?

-Do?

I was Indian, I suppose.

Also, they say I killed a soldier.

-Did you?

-They were riding down a young Indian for sport.

I did this, and the horses reared.

A soldier fell off and died.

-I can't blame you for that.

-No?

Still, they will hang me.

And who is to say I didn't make the horses rear?

-I hate 'em.

I hate 'em all!

-I can tell.

-All they know is how to take and destroy.

The land, the forest, the women and children.

It never stops.

Never.

-It can stop for you.

-It will.

Once the man who's responsible for my family's

slaughter is dead.

-Listen to me.

Your hate is not destroying him, but it is destroying you.

-And who are you to know?

-I am hayoka.

It is my job to take the hatred from the world.

I have been doing it for centuries.

Taking evil into myself so others may have peace.

It is why I exist.

You are not evil.

But you are overcome by hate, and in your

pain, you are blind.

I can help you.

I can take the hate.

Stop the pain.

-Maybe I don't want help.

Maybe I need to hate.

-No.

It is not your nature.

Take them.

-Where are we?

-A holy place.

A place of peace and safety.

My refuge.

-But this isn't real.

This is a dream.

-This place is real.

Perhaps we are a dream.

A soul can only hold so much hate, so much anger.

You are like this cup.

One more drop, and the hate will own you.

I can empty this cup before it happens.

Take the hate into myself.

-But I don't want to forget her.

-What you love will remain.

All you lose is some of the pain.

-And what will happen to you?

-I am hayoka.

My cup has no bottom.

-Then help me.

-Blackness lifted.

The pain was gone.

Somehow, he'd taken it.

-You believe it, Mac?

That he really saved you like that?

-I know it.

So it doesn't make sense.

Jim Coltec's a holy man.

-And in [inaudible] today, the senseless murder which has

stunned this small community.

We caution that the scenes captured by the Chinese

restaurant video camera may shock viewers.

Much of the tape was erased by electrical damage, but the

assailant's face is clearly visible.

Police are appealing to anyone with information about the

killing to come forward.

-There's your holy man, Mac.

Guy's a stone cold killer.

-I don't get it.

Coltec is as close as an Immortal

gets to being a saint.

As far as we know, he has not taken a head in years.

-Try yesterday.

-Richie, when he called me, he sounded fine.

It was like old times.

-Think he tried to set you up?

-I don't know.

-I do, Mac.

The guy got you out there, and he tried to whack you.

What the hell is that all about?

-Richie, it's not Coltec's style.

I've seen him take heads in the past, and he--

he didn't get mad.

He-- he was calm.

-No?

Well then he does one hell of a good imitation.

-What do you know about Dark Quickenings?

-Come on.

You're reaching, MacLeod.

-Reaching what?

Somebody mind filling me in here, please?

-When we take an Immortal's head, we take his energy, his

power, his strength.

-Right.

-In a Dark Quickening, if you take in too much evil, you--

you overload.

-You become evil yourself?

-There's no proof.

-How much is too much, Mac?

-No one knows.

-That's because no one's seen it happen.

It's a myth.

-Something changed him.

-Well, whatever it was, Mac, he tried to kill us.

Does it matter how he got to be that way?

-It matters to me.

[saxophone music]

[saxophone music]

-Cats, kittens, fellow hipsters, I give you the

hardest working man in show business.

I give you Death.

[applause]

-Now, why do most murders happen at 3:00 AM?

It's the same reason fires happen then.

Because the night time is the right time.

It's the time Death digs the most.

Oh, yeah, children.

Death digs the dark.

Now, that's why he digs New York.

Because New York has a lot of dark.

Alleyways.

Subways.

Best of all, victims.

-Out there, truth.

-Truth?

Dig this.

The killer woke way before dawn.

He put his shades on.

He was hungry for the next victim to feed on.

For this baby, murder's a four course meal.

The hunt.

The fear.

The kill.

And for dessert--

[buzz]

-Flames.

What's hell without fire?

Death without pyromania?

Cats, I'm telling you, it's just not worth living.

-Not if you have to listen to this.

-Oh, life is hard to give up, you dig?

You cling, you sing, you wanna live forever.

But hey, baby, nothing's perfect.

Except death.

-Dig it, man.

It's Bryce Korland.

-Yeah, my lucky night.

-Death never takes a holiday, you dig?

Because Death digs his job.

Death's a stone professional.

Baby, death has got tenure in this town.

You don't believe me, just ask that man there.

Maybe I'm paranoid, but I think that cat has come here

to kill me.

Hey, baby, that's cool with death.

Because we all know there can be--

-Only one.

Show's over.

-Hey, man.

-Be cool, bro.

You dig?

-Later.

-Then let us go, you and I, up where the

building stab the sky.

Somebody's gonna die, because Death is in business.

-Man, you are utterly, completely square.

-I like it square.

[applause]

-I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

-I know.

I could hear you coming a mile away.

-Jim Coltec, is that you?

What--

what are you doing here?

-Same as you.

Following Shakespeare here.

-He was mine.

This was personal.

-I guess it was.

A man can't take too many monsters like

this one inside him.

Trust me.

I do this for a living.

-Still the hayoka.

-I'm too old to change.

What's a guy gonna do?

-You OK?

-Tiptop.

I just need to be alone for a while.

A little nature.

Tom-toms.

It's an Indian thing.

-Yeah, I know.

-Well, that sounds more like Coltec.

-What have you heard, Dawson?

-You know, this is not an exact science, MacLeod, OK?

I mean, maybe somebody got their wires crossed.

-If it's about Coltec, I need to know.

-All right.

We had two reports.

One of the Watchers saw the robbery, and he saw Coltec and

Kant going at it.

-Well, we both know who won.

What's the other report?

-Someone thought they saw Kant on the East

Side after the fight.

-But Kant was already dead.

-Yeah.

Turns out it was Coltec wearing Kant's jacket.

But that does not prove a thing.

-I have to know more about Kant, because that's who's

inside Coltec.

-Look, I'm already breaking the rules here.

-Then break them some more.

We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

-No, I guess we aren't.

Harry Kant, a real sociopath.

You look up scum in the dictionary, there's probably a

picture of him.

Thief, murderer, not the kind of guy you want to run into.

Extremely dangerous.

He killed 10 Immortals in the past five years.

That we know about.

He took what he wanted, and he'd kill to get it.

This guy just likes to kill.

The last we knew, he was hanging out

down on Water Street.

-Get a name, fast.

-MacLeod.

-MacLeod.

Why the hell can't you mind your own business?

-Because you helped me once.

-Really?

What was I thinking of?

-Jim, you know me.

You know I can't let you do this.

Let me help you.

-Why, MacLeod?

Why, I like how I am, MacLeod.

In fact, I feel real good about me.

You really want to help?

Stick your neck out a little further.

-You're Jim Coltec.

You're my friend.

Wake up.

-Ain't this a pisser?

-You didn't have to drag me out here to take my head.

You could have killed me in that alley.

-That's not the way I do things.

-No.

Just wait.

You're wasting your time here.

We could be out taking heads, hitting banks, doing what

comes naturally.

-That's Kant talking.

-It's me, MacLeod.

It always has been.

Just one big old lake of badness.

-You're a hayoka, but you'd reached your limit.

You saw that coming.

That's why you stopped taking heads years ago.

-Now white man speaks with forked tongues.

-Then you ran into Kant, and it was too much.

You remember.

The cup overflowed.

That was Kant.

You became what you fought.

-As we all will become in time.

-I don't believe that.

-You don't want to, but there's a fine line out there,

and hell is waiting on the other side.

And you know it, MacLeod.

That's why you are trying so hard.

You look at me, and you see your future.

-Not if I can help it.

-Really?

And just tell me how you plan to pull this off.

Pass a peace pipe around?

-Same as you did.

[laughing]

-You?

A hayoka?

And what makes you think that you've got the stuff?

-Because I had a good teacher.

-Superstitious crap.

Forget it, MacLeod.

This is the real me.

No!

-Jim?

-You thought you could save me?

That what I am could be drawn out?

It's too powerful, MacLeod.

Next time, we won't be on holy ground.

-Jim, let me help you.

Jim.

[wolf howling]

-Look, it's a theory, all right?

It's like--

it's like water on Mars.

It has not been proven.

-Mac believes it.

-Yeah, well, he's been wrong before.

-Yes, but is he this time?

-Have another drink.

-I'm all right.

-Well, good, then I'll have one.

-Joe, I'm so glad I've got something to look forward to.

-Have you ever seen It's A Wonderful Life?

It's a-- a Jimmy Stewart movie.

It's about how this guy sees what would have happened if he

hadn't lived.

-I hope this is going somewhere.

-What I'm saying is, don't jump to conclusions.

Now, if these Dark Quickenings happen, they must be awful

rare, because otherwise we would have some record.

-So maybe they don't happen to everyone.

-Well, exactly.

I mean, think of all the bad guys you'd have to kill.

What are the odds of living that long?

I didn't exactly word that right.

-Where the hell is MacLeod?

-How the hell should I know?

-You're his Watcher, damn it.

It's your job.

[buzz]

-You found Coltec?

-Yes.

No.

-The Dark Quickening?

-Coltec's become evil.

As bad as the ones he killed.

As bad as they come.

-Damn it.

-I have to stop him.

-You really want to do that?

I mean, think about it.

-I have.

-He might be in another country by now.

-Then you find out which country, and you let me know.

-What the hell?

Like the man said, we're not in Kansas anymore.

-That's a hell of a theory, Joe.

-The pawn shop.

-Yeah.

Down on the South Side.

After that, we lost him.

-Then I'll talk to the pawn shop owner.

-No.

He killed the owner.

I'm sorry, MacLeod.

I know Coltec was your friend.

-Anything else?

-Just that it gets worse.

After he left, he torched the joint.

Burned it to the ground.

-Flames.

What's hell without fire?

Death without pyromania?

Cats, I'm telling you, it's just not worth living.

-Bryce Korland.

-Wait a minute.

You lost me.

-It's not Coltec or Kant, it's Korland.

That's his MO.

He kills, then he burns.

-Korland died over 30 years ago.

-When Jim took his head.

It's not Kant inside of him.

It's--

it's every Immortal Jim ever killed.

And now Korland's side is coming out.

-You got revolving bad guys.

How does that help?

-I tracked Korland back in '58.

I knew where to find him then.

I think I know where to find him now.

-Cops.

Undertakers.

The best minds of a generation are totally mystified at all

the young dead bodies.

[buzz]

-Well, well, ain't life hell.

I'll be right back after this very short station break.

-It's about time, huh?

-I wish there was another way, Jim.

-What are you hoping for, MacLeod?

A guilty conscience?

Remorse?

God.

No more weakness.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

-You were never weak.

You were good.

That was your strength.

-Let me tell you about strength.

Real strength is evil.

It wins.

You can't change me, MacLeod, because I

don't want to change.

-I know.

-Then let's go for it, man.

My public's waiting.

[laughing]

-Evil is strength.

-Lou, how long has he been sitting there?

-Long enough.

-MacLeod.

-Hey.

Mind if I sit down?

-I'm waiting for someone.

-Here I am.

-Oh, really.

-Uh-huh.

-I'm not looking for company.

-Oh, yeah?

Everybody's looking for company.

Why don't we have a couple of shots of tequila and talk

about it, huh?

Huh?

-That's a bit fast.

-Well, I like it fast.

-[laughing]

Are you always this confident?

-Always.

Cheers.

No, no, no.

All if it.

Otherwise it doesn't count.

That's it.

Well, now that we know each other a little better, why

don't we go back to your place and talk a little dirty?

-I better go.

-I didn't say you could leave.

-Let go of me.

-Why is that, huh?

-Leave me alone.

-Why is that, pretty?

-Let go of me!

-You hit hard, huh?

Not as hard as I do.

-What the hell are you doing?

-Hey, the bitch hit me, man.

-What are you, nuts?

-Don't touch me.

-Wanna play?

-It's all right, it's all right.

Leave him alone.

He had too much to drink.

Oh, God.

-Nice bat.

-I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Let's just carry on.

Sorry.

[buzz]

-You OK?

-Yeah.

I'm fine.

-I was getting a little worried about you.

-You were?

Why?

-Well, you found Coltec.

-Yeah, I found him.

-I know how much you like the guy.

I'm sorry.

-You're sorry.

-Yeah, well, you did what you had to do, but I know how much

you hated it.

-Hated it?

You're wrong.

I loved it.

-What are you doing, Mac?

-You're a smart little boy.

Why don't you figure it out?

-Whatever happened, Mac, we can work it out.

-Sorry.

Wrong number.

-Just tell me why.

The teacher kills the pupil?

Is that what this is all about?

Is it because there can be only one?

Is that it?

-[laughing]

That's as good a reason as any.

[gunshots]

-Are you all right?

-Yeah.

Aw, Joe, what the hell?

He tried to kill me.

-Just get out of here.

-You saw what he did, Joe.

We have to help him.

-Richie, don't you get it?

This is not MacLeod.

Not the one we know.

This man is not your friend.

-Oh, Joe.

-Please, go.

Please.

-OK.

-Please.

-Damn it.

-Guy could get a serious rope burn like that.

-These ropes won't hold forever.

You better run while you can-- if you can!

-I'm not ready to give up.

-There's nothing to give up except your own life.

-No.

There's a friend.

-[laughing]

Smell that, Dawson?

I do.

It's the smell of your own mortality.

Your own death.

Now, why would I be friends with a dead man?

-We go back a long way, you and I, MacLeod.

Now, maybe we don't want to admit it,

but we owe each other.

-Speak for yourself.

-I am!

For both of us.

And I know damn near everything

about you, Duncan MacLeod.

I know who you fought, who you killed.

I know who you loved.

I know it all.

-You know squat about me.

Squat!

Squat!

Got it?

-I know your strength.

I know your will.

I know your goodness.

And whatever monsters are in you now, I know you're still

in there, too.

-You're willing to give up your life for that?

Hm?

Because if you're not, you better use that sword right

now and kill me.

Because if you don't, you're a dead man.

Come on.

-Maybe you're right.

I can't just stand here.

-Go ahead, dead man.

You got the will?

You got the guts, hmm?

It's not easy, is it, Dawson?

Is it?

Taking somebody's head.

Cutting their head off, hmm?

Come on.

Do it!

Wrong choice.

-Maybe so.

Maybe so.

[indistinct voices in head]

[groaning]

-17.

Room for one more.

-That'll be me.

-Work's dirty.

It's a rough crew.

The food's lousy.

You get paid when we dock.

Still wanna sign on?

-Hey, you wanna know where the hell we're going?

-No.

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]