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[guitar playing]

[phone ringing]

-Joe's.

Hey, Jack.

How the hell are you?

Man, it's been a long time.

Say that again.

Are you sure there's no mistake?

He's dead?

No, no, no.

Duncan MacLeod is--

Duncan MacLeod was my assignment.

Yeah.

I will, uh--

be on the next plane, OK?

See you later.

-Voila.

-Monsieur.

Are you all right?

-Yeah.

I'm--

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Terminal report on the immortal, Duncan MacLeod.

-Dawson?

-Tuesday, 3:00 PM--

-Dawson?

-MacLeod!

It's you!

Somebody better catch hell for this.

Hey, watch it!

Oof!

What are you--

ah, aah!

[tires squealing]

[tires squealing]

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"]

[strange hum]

-I'm Duncan MacLeod, of the clan MacLeod.

-Yes, I know--

-I was expecting someone else.

-Not a close friend, I assume.

-Dawson was here this morning.

Someone grabbed him outside the barge.

-Why?

-I don't know.

Maybe they're after me.

Damn him.

What's he doing here?

-Something is going on with the Watchers.

Security's intense.

That's why I didn't come to the barge.

-You're gonna have to find who's out there for me.

-Look, if I start questioning people, sooner or later one of

them starts questioning me.

-You owe him.

Methos, what other Watcher would have kept your secret?

That you, an immortal, are masquerading as a Watcher

named Adam Pierson?

-That was his choice.

-Yes, it was.

-OK.

I'll find out what I can.

-Thanks.

-I've spent years losing my conscience, only for him to go

and find it again.

-Dammit, who are you?

And where the hell are we going?

How long you gonna keep this up?

What the--

aah--

dammit, are you gonna let me take this off?

I could walk!

OK.

OK.

OK, you got me.

I'm helpless, all right.

Tell me what's going on.

Oh.

All right.

Somebody start talking!

[door closing]

-Open up!

Open up!

Who the hell are you?

-They're definitely watching your barge.

Phone's probably tapped as well.

-Who is?

Methos.

-It's not an immortal.

It's the Watchers.

-Dawson was taken by his own people?

Why?

Where is he?

-I wasn't able to find out.

-You're a Watcher, dammit.

You should be able to find out.

-The rumor is that the Watcher Tribunal are putting him on

trial for treason.

-Excuse me, is the estate for sale?

-I'm sorry.

It was sold some time ago.

That sign should really be taken away.

-Uh, the man that just left on the bike, is he the new buyer?

-No.

Just someone who wanted to get in touch with the old owners.

-That's a coincidence.

So am I.

-I'm afraid I can't help you, either.

The estate was listed under a holding company.

All the business was done by phone.

-Oh.

Well, if they-- if they sold this one, they must have

bought another one somewhere else.

-Not with me.

And not in Paris.

I'd have heard about any sale that big.

Are you in the market for an estate?

-No.

Thank you very much.

-Well, if it isn't Ted and Barney!

Love the decor, fellas.

All right, all right.

Getting a little careless, aren't we?

I've seen your faces now.

-It won't matter.

-OK.

If you were gonna kill me you would have

done it by now, right?

So just tell me what you want.

Give me a clue.

What is it?

What is going on?

Who are you guys?

If it's money you're after, you've got the wrong guy.

It's a mistake.

-It's no mistake, Joe.

-Jack.

Jack, is that you?

-I wish I could say it's good to see you, Joe.

-What the hell is this about?

You snatch me off the street, you lock me up.

You're my own people.

Dammit, Jack, you're my friend.

-That's why I'm here to judge you.

-For what?

-Tell him.

-Joseph Dawson.

You are charged with betraying your oath, with consorting

with an immortal, and falsifying chronicles.

-How do you plead?

-I don't believe this.

You all my ass all the way to Paris for-- for this?

-In the last three years we've lost 80 agents.

In the 50 years before that we've lost 2.

-So?

-So.

It's been just three years since you had your first

little talk with MacLeod.

-Oh, now, you wait a--

-You should have kept your mouth shut, Joe.

-Now we have to shut it for you.

-Fine.

You want me out?

I'm gone.

And you can keep the gold watch.

-You're not being dismissed for your crimes.

It's gone far beyond that.

An example must be made.

If we decide you are guilty, the penalty is death.

-We've gotta stop meeting like this.

People will talk.

-I thought you said you didn't know where he was being held.

-I didn't.

I managed a little research, OK?

How did you find out?

-I did some research on my own.

-MacLeod.

He's in enough trouble as it is.

You shouldn't be here.

-And you should?

-OK.

Like you say, I owe him one.

-Glad to hear it.

Come on, let's figure a way in.

-Hold it.

Your ID, please.

What's your business here?

-It's Pierson.

Adam Pierson.

I'm in research.

I'm attached to the Methos project, OK?

Check it out.

-You're not on the list.

-They've shut the library in Paris and

moved everything here.

-Come back next wee.

-Next week?

This is urgent!

-Urgent?

-If I lose Methos because of this, it'll be on your head!

-The assignment's been around for 5,000 years.

Another week won't kill you.

-Bloody bureaucrat!

-Well, well.

What's this?

The last meal for the condemned man, eh?

You know, I don't know about this sour cream.

You see, I'm, uh--

I have to watch my cholesterol.

I suppose I can live dangerously for the last

couple of hours, eh?

Nah, forget it.

I lost my appetite.

[thud]

-Ooh.

This place come like this, or they bought it especially for

you?

-MacLeod, get out of here now.

-Grab some sheets.

We'll tie him up and then get out of here.

-It's not gonna work, MacLeod.

-It won't if you don't get yourself in gear.

There are guards all over this place.

Come on.

-Yeah.

Security cameras, too.

-Oh.

-It was nice of you come by, though.

-Hey, don't mention it.

-Duncan MacLeod, following you here?

Oh, this is a real mess, Joe.

-Yeah.

Kidnapping isn't.

-We did not kidnap Dawson.

-No, you threw him in a car, threatened his life--

what would you call it?

-Following our rules.

Joe took the same oath that we all did.

He swore that under no circumstances--

that is, no circumstances--

was he to reveal our existence to immortals.

Yet here you are.

-I'm not your enemy.

-Your presence here only proves how dangerous it is for

immortals to know we exist.

-MacLeod is no danger to the Watchers.

-I'm not so sure about that How many others have you told?

-Only those I trust.

-Ah.

And do you trust all the ones that they told?

You see?

That's how it starts, Joe.

And it ends in death.

Detroit, New York, Rome.

Those were our brothers and sisters, They're dead.

All killed by immortals.

-You can't try him for crimes he didn't commit.

He's no more response for this than you are.

-He knew what he was doing when he trashed his oath.

-He had no choice.

I found him.

My friends Darius had been murdered, and the only clue I

had to his killers was an ancient book I

found near his body.

The book led me to Dawson.

-I'm an antique dealer.

I came across this book, but I can't tell much about it.

-I'm afraid it's not worth much in this condition.

-Well, I'm really just curious.

-Beautiful illustrations.

Probably the work of monks.

-Yeah, perhaps.

Ever seen it before?

-No.

I, uh--

I might be interesting in buying it.

-Really?

I thought you said it wasn't worth very much.

-It's for me.

I have a-- a weakness for beautiful things.

-I'm sorry.

It's not for sale.

Dawson covered.

But he didn't have a chance.

It was that book and the other Watchers that

gave the game away.

-For as long as your kind's been around, we've been

watching.

-And no immortal's ever discovered you?

-Why would they notice another face in the crowd?

I mean, even one as extraordinary as mine.

-And this?

-It's one of our chronicles.

That disappeared 500 years ago.

Somehow Darius got it.

It's, uh-- it's part of a record we keep of immortals.

-So you can hunt us--

-No, no.

We observe, we record.

But we never interfere.

-So you took it upon yourself to betray our secret.

A secret generations of Watchers have died to protect.

-I did what i had to do.

-What you had to do?

Or what you wanted to do?

-Horton and the others were killing immortals.

If I hadn't told MacLeod the truth, he would have thought

all Watchers were murderers.

MACLEOD [NARRATING]: The group Horton led were Watchers.

Watchers that were renegades, wanting to

wipe us out of existence.

Darius wasn't the first immortal

they'd hunted and killed.

He wanted to kill every immortal, good or evil.

It made no difference to him.

He was obsessed.

-Darius!

Darius!

This is happening right under your nose.

You're not stupid.

Maybe you're just blind.

-Why don't you tell me what I'm supposed to see?

-How about a softball coach who's running a death

squad on the side.

-You're talking about James.

-No, I'm talking about Gunga Din.

Don't you get it?

Horton killed Darius.

-What Horton did is irrelevant.

The bottom line is that you betrayed us, Joe.

-What do you mean?

-I mean that MacLeod became more important to you than

your oath, than your duty.

His fight with Killian was part of the game, and you

interfered.

You used us to interfere.

-When two immortals go off together, one

doesn't come back.

We both know what happened.

I'm sorry.

-Look, Joe, I would know if he was dead.

-Killian crossed the line.

He wanted to get at MacLeod, and he didn't care how many

people he killed to do it.

He was totally without conscience.

-If he's not alive, then I want to know

where to find Killian.

-All right.

I'll see what I can find out.

-Joe Dawson?

Andrea Hanson.

I watch Simon Killian.

-I'm, uh--

writing my close-up on MacLeod.

-He's not dead.

They shot him, but Killian didn't take his head.

He's locked him in one of those old cells at the

abandoned air force base.

You didn't know?

-No.

I--

I didn't know.

-You're not gonna get involved.

Are you, Joe?

-Get used to your new home, MacLeod.

No one's used this brig in 40 years, and the only one who

knows you're down here thinks you're dead.

-So what's my sentence, colonel, sir?

-Fair is fair.

I did 70 years, you'll do 70 years.

Unless, of course, someone takes my head.

Then you'll be here forever.

[strange hum]

[door opening]

-My first safe in years.

-Amanda?

-Duncan.

-What are you doing here?

-Did you miss me.

-More than you'll ever know.

How did you find me?

-Had a little help from a friend.

-Hello, Mac.

-You've been breaking the rules for years.

Not only did you betray us, you underestimated us.

What's the matter?

Nothing to say?

-Joe broke his oath because there were things that needed

to be done.

Put the gun down or they die.

-Hey, you're way out of line here, MacLeod.

-Mac, think about what you're doing.

-I am.

I'm proving a point.

Are you telling me it would have been better if he had

stayed out of it?

If he'd let immortals like Ward and

Barnes keep on killing?

Huh?

How many men would see die before you did something about

it?

-Hey--

-Before you stopped it?

You think Barnes would have thanked you?

-Quentin Barnes.

But that's impossible.

He's dead.

BARNES [OFFSCREEN]: I was.

But as you can see, I'm back.

-Oh, our Father, Lord in heaven, hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come, thy will be done--

[choking]

-I thought I told you not to follow me.

-Found Father Morton?

-Yeah.

But not before Barnes did.

I want his files, Dawson.

-It's being printed.

Jack should be on his way with it by now.

-You might keep someone else alive.

-Yeah, hold on one second.

It's for you, Mac.

-Dawson?

-Yeah.

-What do you got?

-He killed Singer last night.

-Yeah.

Tell me something I don't know.

-I think we found him.

-Go on.

That old asylum, out past route 3?

-Yeah.

I know it.

-I'd like to be able to do more, MacLeod.

-You do what you can.

-Barnes.

You know where he is.

[heavy breathing]

-Duncan.

If you care about me, you're gonna have to kill Barnes now!

-Forgive me, my friend.

I have a promise to keep.

[strange, echoing scream]

-If it wasn't for Dawson, I wouldn't have been able to

stop Nicholas Ward.

-Knock, knock.

-What'd you find out?

-Well, the Parisian police think they might

have a serial killer.

They can't be sure.

But three men, all about the same age, have been murdered.

-Nicky.

[phone beeping]

-Not great enough.

-Everyone's a critic.

-All right.

All right, MacLeod.

All right.

-You're pathetic.

-You see, that rule book-- it looks a lot different out in

the street than it does down here.

-So you made up your own rules.

And now you will suffer the penalty described in our code.

-Which is?

-They'll blow my brains out tomorrow.

Tradition.

You gotta love it.

-You can't do that.

-Do you think this is easy for me?

-How many times have you or any of you been out there,

facing what he faces?

Feeling what he feels?

-This is not about his feelings.

This is about justice!

-Then if you want justice, let his peers judge him!

People like him.

People who have been forced to stand by and do nothing!

Watch innocents die, because your rulebook says record and

do nothing!

-You are not part of this organization.

You have no right to a voice here.

-Then who speaks for Joe Dawson?

You don't want a trial.

You don't want justice.

You just want a-- an excuse to commit murder.

-Stop.

Is this what you want, Joe?

-Jack, I don't want any of this.

But yeah.

I want a jury.

[whispering]

-All right.

All right.

You'll have your jury.

But only if you're judged with him, MacLeod.

If he's found guilty, you're found guilty.

If he dies, you die.

-Mac.

Please, don't do it.

-Agreed?

-Agreed.

-I'm not your enemy.

Your presence here only proves how dangerous it is for

immortals to know we exist.

Ha ha!

[bear squeaks]

-I'm a little tired of this decor in here.

I think it's time to redecorate.

Here, lip-sync them something, will you?

-Little late for this, isn't it?

-Better late than never.

So how much do they know?

-Enough.

I've been doctoring the reports for a while now.

You know.

Leaving out what I don't want them to know.

Jack was right.

I underestimated them.

I was watching you, and they were watching me.

Mac, you gotta distance yourself from me.

-I thought you liked me.

-Come on, man.

This is your life.

I dug this hole for myself.

-No.

You didn't dig it alone.

If we're getting out of here, we get out together.

-Very funny.

Privacy isn't an option here, MacLeod.

-Sure you don't want to reconsider?

-Hi.

You're assigned to Duncan MacLeod, aren't you?

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-It's OK.

It's all right.

I'm one of you, see?

I just got transferred in from South Africa.

Jacob Galati.

-David Shapiro.

It's funny.

There's an immortal named Jacob Galati.

-I know.

And he just killed you.

-Well, they pulled out all the stops.

-Your fan club?

-Nah.

The regional coordinators.

South Africa.

Asia.

Wow.

South America.

Australia.

Europe.

The big shots.

-Glad to see we're a hot ticket.

-Good morning, Jack.

I trust you slept well?

-I slept like hell.

How about you?

-Like a baby.

-It's time.

-Joseph Dawson has admitted that he breached our secret,

that he told MacLeod who we are and what we do.

That is a matter of record.

But what I am about to show you is evidence of the worst

crime that a Watcher can commit.

Falsified reports.

Chronicles that will leave lies in the record.

All this to cover up his own agenda.

You reported that MacLeod killed the immortal Thorne

because of an ancient grudge between them.

Is that right?

But you omitted a rather important detail.

Thorne killed a woman named Lauren Gale.

Your lover.

-She wasn't robbed.

She wasn't raped.

Someone just opened her door and killed her.

-No!

-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.

-Thorne.

Is this what this is about?

Tell me.

Is this what you killed Lauren for?

For these-- these--

these things?

-No!

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

-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.

MACLEOD [NARRATING]: Joe had a damn good

reason to hate Thorne.

But I had my own reasons.

Thorne was evil, and I'd have caught him sooner or later.

All Joe did was help it happen before more people died.

-Not this time.

-MacLeod.

And 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.

-I would have fought Thorne anyway.

Dawson didn't change that.

-But you admit you interfered.

-I admit I loved her.

I admit I am a human being.

If you want me to apologize for that, you

can all go to hell.

[strange hum]

-Please, two minutes.

Please.

[whispering]

-All right.

-Pierson for the defense.

Perfect.

-Who are you?

-My name is Adam Pierson.

I'm a researcher.

-We don't need the opinions of researchers.

-Maybe not.

But I didn't come to give you an opinion.

I came to give you this.

I found that in an Italian library,

misfiled as a fairytale.

It's the private journal of a Watcher.

Methos Watcher.

-Watchers don't keep journals.

-Well, this one had to.

You see, he found out a great deal about his subject.

And the more he discovered, the more he--

came to like him.

To--

to admire him.

-I know there's a point somewhere here, son.

-They became friends.

But because of our rules, he couldn't

put that in his report.

Think about it.

The man knew Methos.

But--

what-- what stories they must have shared!

What--

what histories we might now know if we didn't force men

like him and Joe Dawson to hide what they have learned.

And how many others?

How much more knowledge has been lost to us?

I say let friendship thrive.

Let him record all he has learned.

Learn.

-Are you through?

-Yes, sir.

-If the true version of history isn't what you're

after, think of the good that's come of Dawson bending

your rules.

-Dead immortals?

Murdered Watchers?

If it wasn't for Dawson, Horton would still be killing

immortals now.

And everything you stood for would have been destroyed.

If we hadn't worked together, Kalis would have revealed both

our secrets to the world.

Joe didn't tell him about the Watchers, yet he found out

about it anyway.

And he didn't hesitate to use you any way he could.

He wanted power over me, and you gave it to him.

-Try again.

-Aah!

[frantically gasping]

-Why were you following me?

I think it's going to be a very long night.

-I--

I'm your Watcher.

-My Watcher?

And that's supposed to mean something to me?

-Immortals.

We know what you are.

We've been observing you for centuries.

KALIS [OFFSCREEN]: I want MacLeod.

-He's not here.

-Then find him.

That's what you Watchers do, isn't it?

Tell him he meets me tonight.

Otherwise we're all on CNN.

MACLEOD [NARRATING]: One of your

people created a database.

Immortals, their Watchers.

Everything on computer.

Kalis had it, and he was ready to use it.

-Hear that, Kalis?

That's a fat lady singing.

MACLEOD [NARRATING]: If that information had gotten out,

none of us would have been safe.

Watchers, immortals.

Everything would have been destroyed.

-You have me at a disadvantage, MacLeod.

But remember, if you do kill me, you're finished too.

-Maybe it's worth it to rid the world of you.

-If I didn't know MacLeod-- if we didn't work together--

Kalis would have told the world about all of us.

-Oh, now, Joe.

You can't chicken and egg this thing.

Maybe if you didn't know MacLeod Kalis wouldn't have

found the disk.

The only thing that's clear here is that you

trashed your oath.

-His oath?

His oath?

I've spent my entire existence fighting other immortals.

Men who hold life cheap.

I live--

no, I survive--

because I value life.

Yours, and yours.

And even his.

If you value Joe Dawson's life less than you value a set of

rules then you become as unprincipled and as evil as

the men I fight.

Because, like them, you lose all your humanity.

-Excuse me, Mr. Shapiro.

-Maybe we got a shot.

-You know him better than I do.

-This trial is over.

Another Watcher has been killed.

-Who?

-It was my son, MacLeod.

He was Dawson's replacement.

Your new Watcher.

-I'm sorry, but--

I had nothing to do with it.

-Jack, you can't blame him for this.

-No!

Not alone.

I blame you.

The jury will withdraw to consider the verdict.

-We don't have to withdraw.

We find them guilty as charged.

-Well, how about a smoke?

Oh, come on.

You guys are big in tradition.

Every condemned man gets a cigarette.

Come on, let's go.

-Sorry, MacLeod.

-Come on, what are you talking about?

We're not dead yet.

We will be if we stay here.

Come on, let's go.

-You go.

I'm--

I'm staying.

-What are you talking about?

-I knew the deal when I signed on.

I knew the risk if I broke the rule.

-Joe, they're gonna put a bullet in your head tomorrow.

And you won't be coming back,.

-I'm guilty, MacLeod.

-Of what?

-I believed in that oath I took.

I lived half my life by it.

-Oh, you're as bad as they are.

-I'm a Watcher.

-Joe, they're gonna kill you.

They've made up their minds.

-So have I.

-I don't let you stay.

-Please, MacLeod!

-Joe, is it worth your life?

-Please.

-Come on, it's your last chance.

Come on.

If you change your mind.

-Goodbye, Duncan MacLeod.

Good luck.

-Damn him.

Setting himself up like that, waiting to die.

He'll go down without a word.

-It sounds like that's the way he wants it.

-What do you expect me to do, stay there and die with him?

-Well I wouldn't.

MacLeod, you need a vacation.

I hear New Zealand's very nice this time of year.

-You did your best, I did my best.

If he wants to sit there like a-- like a lamb going to the

slaughter, then let him.

There's nothing else to do.

I'm not going back for him.

-No.

Wouldn't be sensible.

-Joseph.

-You smell that, Jack?

The rosemary.

The stershums.

They're out early this year.

It's gonna be a beautiful summer.

-Last request?

-Yeah.

I'd like to die of old age.

-It's not my choice, Joe.

I hope you'll believe that.

It's a question of principle.

-Principle's not gonna give the order to shoot, Jack.

You are.

There is something you can do for me.

Pull the trigger, buddy.

I hate that putz.

-Jack.

It's time.

-You're gonna have to do this.

I can't.

-Jack.

Say hello to Shirley and the girls for me.

I don't blame you, buddy.

I wouldn't wanna watch this, either.

All right, Charlie.

Move your ass.

I got an appointment to keep.

-On your knees.

-Not in this lifetime.

[screaming]

[strange hum]

-Joe?

Joe?

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