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-'Night.

-Good night, John.

-I'm Roland Kantos.

I'm looking for a client of yours.

I hope you can help me.

-Client confidentiality.

That's the issue.

So if I knew this individual you were looking for, I

wouldn't be able to--

-Cassandra.

Her name is Cassandra.

-Never heard of her.

-And yours is Andrew Beckmann.

Well, Andy, that's really not good enough.

I know you wouldn't forget her.

Long hair, green eyes.

A body that would stop your heart.

-If I knew her, she'd be my client.

If she was my client, I wouldn't talk

to you about her.

-Oh, yes, you would.

If I wanted you to open your soul to me.

If I wanted, you'd cut out your own heart.

You'll tell me everything.

Where she went, what she asked you to find.

It's burning inside you.

You can't stand it.

Come on, Andy.

I'm waiting.

-She had to find someone.

Acted like her life depended on it.

-It does.

What was his name?

-Duncan MacLeod.

-Where can I find him?

One last thing.

You have a gun somewhere around here.

Six.

Bulky, but good.

Personally, I prefer a Baretta.

It's so much more elegant.

-Andy, what the hell is--

-There's no need for that.

Drop it.

There's been a suicide.

-A suicide?

-Yours.

Right after you killed your partner.

Suicide.

[gunshot]

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 had, 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"]

[buzzing]

-Honey, I'm home.

Richie?

I'm Duncan MacLeod, with the clan MacLeod.

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: I know.

-Who are you?

-Don't you know me, Duncan?

-Cassandra?

-Have I changed all that much?

-No.

-But you have.

-Come on.

Come on, move it.

-This has to end.

Three more sheep were saved this morning

on the upper pasture.

And that brings the total to eight.

And that includes the ram.

-But how do we know it's a wolf?

The camels have stolen from us before.

-Aye.

And when they have, have they left great, bloody pawprints

all over the fields?

No. 'Tis a wolf, and a hungry one.

And if we're not to go hungry ourselves, we've got to kill

it!

-Did you hear that, Duncan?

A wolf!

-Quiet, Robert.

I cannot hear.

-Hey, but no one's laid eyes on the beast.

It Comes and goes like a ghost, back to its lair in the

Donan Woods.

-Then we'll follow it there, and we'll set

up a lamb for bait.

Now, what ails ya?

You're not afraid of a bloody great overgrown hound, are ya?

-No.

-Of course not.

-You are chief of this clan, Ian MacLeod, and I would

follow you to the gates of Hell if that's where you

wanted to go.

But Donan Woods?

Things happen there.

There's been talk of a witch since before my

grandmother's time.

-Aye.

And I have seen her.

Aye.

She waits for the one born on the winter solstice.

She will devour him.

And I know all she is, MacLeod,

all beyond your knowing.

With snakes for hair, and eyes that glow like coals.

It's she has been stealing your sheep.

-What is stealing our sheep is a wolf, and we are

going to kill it!

Now, would you have old Tom here tell your wives were they

to starve this winter?

We'll start out tomorrow morn, and I'll hear no

more talk of witches!

-Father, I'll join the hunt.

I'm not afraid of wolves and witches.

-Good on ya, Duncan.

You're a stout lad.

But this is not boys' play.

The men will go alone.

-But Father--

-No!

You'll no come tomorrow, Duncan.

An that's an end of it.

-Only one thing a hungry wolf likes better than a lamb,

Duncan MacLeod, and that's a young boy.

It starts with the softest parts over here, or back here,

and then it works its way up to the hardest.

Your head.

-I will not be afraid of any wolf!

-That's a good one.

-And I suppose you wouldn't your kilt if you saw one.

-Look who's talking.

You wet yours when Deborah Campbell looked your way.

-I did not!

-You did, too.

-It was raining.

-I think you'd rather face the wolf than Deborah Campbell.

-And I suppose you wouldn't know how to face either one of

them, would you, Robert?

-I would, too!

-Prove it, then.

Hunt the wolf with me.

-You want to go to Donan Woods?

I've never been there.

-Come on, where's your spine?

You and me, Robert.

We'll be heroes.

-But you heard what your father said.

He'd give us both a wood hiding.

-Not if we can kill the wolf first.

What do you say?

Come on, let's go.

-What was that?

-'Tis only the wind, Robert.

Calm yourself.

-I cannot.

My head is filled with witches and wolves.

-He was here.

And this is where he would turn.

-Duncan?

Do you think the witch is real?

Old Tom swears she is.

-Old Tom's as mad as a loon when he's not drunk.

-But he swears he's seen her.

-He also swears he's seen the monster of the wood.

-Ach, Robert.

What would a witch be wanting with us?

-Still, she could cast a spell.

What if turns me into a toad?

-Who'd know the difference?

[heavy breathing]

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Now help me with this,

we've a wolf to catch.

-You're sure that can hold him?

-Unless he carries a knife, there's no way

he'll get out of it.

-Oh, no!

Oh, Jesus and Mary!

What will we do?

-Run!

Just run!

Run, run!

-He's gonna catch us, Duncan!

-Back to the village!

Go!

I'll follow!

Come on, get over with!

[shouting]

[soft humming]

[soft humming]

[soft humming]

-Are you an angel?

Am I in Heaven?

-Not for a long time yet.

My name is Cassandra.

-The wolf.

Why did it not kill me?

-Perhaps because I didn't want it to.

-Are you the witch of Donan Woods?

-Some say that.

Don't be afraid, Duncan MacLeod.

-How'd you know my name?

-Who else was born on the winter solstice?

-They say that you're old.

Older than the clan.

They sat that you're evil.

That you cast spells.

-Well, now, I might cast spells.

But do I look evil to you, Duncan?

-You look beautiful.

-What was that?

-You look beautiful.

[sirens]

-It's been a long time since that night.

I often wondered what sort of man you'd become.

-I'm surprised you didn't just check your crystal ball.

-Your road's been hard, hasn't it?

-Yeah, a lot's happened in 400 years.

But I survived.

-I knew you would.

-Of course you did.

So how'd you find me?

Witchcraft?

-Why bother?

It's the 20th century.

I used a detective agency.

I need your help, Duncan.

-Why?

-Roland Kantos.

-One of us?

-He's more than that.

Much more.

-It's not the Highlands, but it has its charm.

-It's beautiful.

I can see why you'd want to stay.

Why are you looking at me me way?

-Last time I saw you, I was 13 years old.

And you were a witch in the forest.

I went back into that forest 100 times, but

I never found you.

I convinced myself you were a dream.

-How could you know?

How could you know I was immortal, or seeing what you

would become?

-But you knew?

-I knew the moment I lay eyes on you that you would fulfill

the prophecy.

-Like you said, this is the 20th century.

I left prophecies behind with the witches and the fairies.

-Duncan, listen to me.

The prophecy tells of a Highland foundling born on the

winter solstice who passes through darkness into light

and survives to challenge the voice of death.

-Really?

Is this before or after I slay the dragon?

-Duncan, this is real.

I've waited centuries for the time to be right.

-Is this Roland part of this prophecy?

-Yes.

-He's right behind you.

-He always is.

[buzzing]

-It's him.

-I guess he doesn't like me.

-We've got to leave now.

What are you doing?

-Well, I guess asking him to dance is out of the question.

-Duncan, you don't understand.

You can't win.

-Your confidence is overwhelming.

-Duncan MacLeod?

-Very good.

-Roland Kantos.

I've been looking for you for a very long time.

390 years, to be precise.

I thought I had you at one point, but the witch made sure

you weren't around.

-They've checked the fence.

And the fields.

As far out as the tide flats.

Nothing.

-Something terrible has happened, Ian.

I feel it.

-It's the witch.

She's taken him.

-Shut up, you old fool.

-She's taken him.

-MacLeod!

Hope you have a good story to tell him, here, no mistake!

-Where's Duncan?

Where's my son?

-He's still there!

The wolf!

The wolf!

-Out with it!

What about the wolf?

What?

Tell me!

-We tried to catch the wolf!

It caught us!

-Ready are the men!

-Kneel, now!

-Anita, trust in God.

We'll find him.

-I am Roland.

I wish to speak to the village chieftain.

I think you have that honor.

-I have.

Ian MacLeod.

We have urgent business here.

We have no time.

-Not even for a lost son?

Some years ago, robbers killed my wife and stole him.

He was only a baby.

I fear he may have been sold, or left as a foundling.

He'd be 13 now.

Like that one.

But that's not him.

I'll know him when I see him.

-We cannot help you.

There are no foundlings here.

-Then I'll keep looking.

I swore it on my wife's grave.

-But surely after 13 years, you wouldn't even know him.

-I'll know him, and I'll find him.

However long it takes.

-I look at Duncan as if he's my own son, but you know he's

a foundling.

What if it's Duncan he seeks?

-Duncan's our son.

He always will be.

If he still lives.

Come on!

Robert, take us to where you left him.

Go on, go.

-About the foundling, Mary.

-I know nothing.

-Tell me.

-You've had your answer.

There's nothing more to tell.

-A boy, found on the winter solstice.

A foundling child.

-No.

No, there was none.

-I don't believe you.

Open your heart to me, Mary.

Tell me what I need to know.

-I know nothing.

-Tell me.

You know you must.

Where is he?

-Hail Mary, mother of God, the one you seek is not here.

-You were dreaming?

-Yes.

-Of what?

-Nothing.

-I see.

Did you per chance dream that you were grown?

-I was a man.

The leader of my clan, and--

-And?

Were you alone?

You were with me?

And what were we doing?

[crowing]

-Morning.

I must go.

-Not yet.

There is someone in your village who wants to harm you.

-That'd be my father.

He'll skin me alive!

-Duncan, listen to me.

This one is an enemy, and he means to kill you.

Now, you cannot face him yet.

But someday you must, and when that time kinds,

you must kill him.

-Then you really are a witch.

-Do they not tell a tale in your village of a man in your

grandfather's time that, that died, and yet

came back to life?

-Of course.

Connor MacLeod.

But that's just a clan legend.

That's just a story.

-Some stories are true.

-I don't understand.

-Not yet.

But you will.

[shouting outside]

-It's time.

Your people come for you.

Go.

Straight out from the hut, and they will find you.

Duncan?

When the wolf came at you, you truly were not afraid?

-No.

-And why not?

-Because good must always triumph over evil.

Did you not know that?

-Perhaps I just needed to hear it from you.

You need worry no more about the wolf.

Your weapon.

-You're the wolf.

[shouting outside]

-Duncan!

-Father, I'm here!

-Duncan!

You're all right!

The wolf didn't harm ya!

-I'm fine!

-Oh, lad!

More than your wildest notions.

Well, you're daft, lad!

That wolf could have tore you apart.

-Yes, Father.

-Out here alone all night.

Your mother worried half to death.

Anything could have happened.

Anything!

-But nothing happened, Father.

Really.

Nothing.

-Aye.

We must be getting back.

That wolf can wait for another day.

Come on.

I'm not, I'm not letting you out of my sight for a while.

Hey, he's here!

-So you lasted, just as the prophecy foretold.

You lived.

-You can live too, if you walk away.

-I'm afraid I can't, MacLeod.

Signs for the prophecy are all in place.

You're all that stands in my way.

Or don't you believe in signs?

-Oh, no, I believe in signs.

Don't litter, don't step on the grass.

No spitting.

-I prefer rest in peace.

-OK, then.

-Is that all you have, MacLeod?

-Oh, no.

I haven't even started.

-I don't think so.

I think you're already finished.

I think you're tired, MacLeod.

Exhausted.

Can't you feel it?

You're fighting through quicksand.

Your legs can barely move.

Relax.

Feel like lead.

Feel that?

Gravity, sucking you down.

Making you small.

I'm almost a giant.

Your sword is getting heavy.

So heavy, you can barely lift it.

You can't lift it.

what do you say we call it a day?

You don't want to fight anymore, MacLeod.

FEMALE VOICE: Resist.

-You can rest.

Just close your eyes.

FEMALE VOICE: Resist.

-It's so easy.

[screaming]

-Sooner or later.

It doesn't matter.

-I told you he was dangerous.

-Well, dangerous or not, he's going to be coming.

-Using the power tires Roland.

He'll need to regain his strength.

We have a bit of time.

-What was that back there?

What was using against me?

And don't tell me magic.

-Well, call it what you want.

The power of suggestion, or a trick.

-Learned over a thousand years.

-Is this trick something you taught him?

-Roland was my student.

Ages ago.

Once he realized there was nothing more I could teach

him, he tried to kill me.

I was stronger than he then.

I'm--

I'm not anymore.

It's the prophecy, Duncan.

You're the only one who can beat him.

-Do you still believe that?

-So far, it's all come true.

-So if you saw my future, did you see the life I'd lead?

Did you see my father disown me?

Or did you see Tessa dying for a chunk of change?

If you saw all of that, why didn't you warn me?

-It's not that simple.

I wish it were.

-No?

-I see only glimpses.

Only fragments.

It's never the whole.

-Do you see my death?

-I see death, Duncan.

-Whose?

-I don't know.

[buzzing]

-Hello, witch.

-It's Roland.

-I thought you said you needed more time.

-He should have.

He must have become stronger.

We have to hurry, Duncan.

-I'm not going to run.

-[SPEAKING TELEPATHICALLY] You're not running.

You're not running.

You're using your strength.

Saving me from him.

Our only chance is to leave.

-I can't.

-You must.

Now.

-MacLeod?

Three can play.

-So now I get a double dose of it, huh?

What was that back there?

-I can't let him harm you.

-Look, I don't like being controlled.

Not by Roland, not by you, not by anyone.

-What other choice was there?

He would have killed you.

-Maybe.

-Duncan, you felt his power.

The prophecy is at hand.

-Power or no power, this is holy ground.

He can't harm us here.

-And none of us can avoid our fate.

An evil one will come to vanquish all before him.

Only a Highland child born on the winter solstice, who has

seen both darkness and light, can stop him.

A child and a man.

-Something I can do for you?

-I'm looking for someone.

-Missing persons is downtown.

So I said to her, you're doing 60 in a 45.

And she's driving in this bikini top that's like, two

strings and a bandaid.

Would you go away?

-His name is Duncan MacLeod.

He's armed, and dangerous.

He'll be hiding in a church, or a cemetery somewhere close.

You must find him, and bring him to me.

-We make our own destinies.

Nothing's written.

-Really?

Tell me, did you pass through darkness into light?

-Everyone does.

-Not like you, Duncan.

You've seen the darkest places in mens' souls.

You've been there and survived.

Duncan, you're the one.

I knew it in that forest.

I know it now.

Would you believe me?

-All I believe is that Roland wants my head.

Teach me like you taught him.

-I can't.

I can't.

With Roland, the gift was always there.

-Then what?

What do I use?

-Use the prophecy.

If you're the man, who's the child?

-Who are you?

-You.

You're the child.

-I'm no child.

I'm a chieftan's son.

I'm going to lead our clan to glory.

I will be a great warrior.

-Yes, you will be a great warrior.

-Why are you here?

-I don't know.

-Who were you talking to?

-The man I'd become.

-And did you like what you saw?

-Aye.

-Did you do that?

-I helped.

-What happened?

What did you see?

-Me as the child.

-The child and the man.

The prophecy.

-Dunan MacLeod?

Don't move!

Freeze, right there!

-What's this about?

-Cuff him.

-It's Roland.

He knows we're here.

He's using them.

-Freeze!

Drop it.

Drop it.

Can't you do something about this?

-No.

Go, Duncan.

Now!

[sirens]

-Let's go.

-Get up!

Get in there!

-Hey, Roland.

You miss me?

-Get off me!

-Cuff him.

You've done well, officers.

But now it's finished.

Time to forget.

You chased a robbery suspect.

You turned up nothing.

Saw no one.

There's no one here.

You hear nothing, see no one.

You never saw this place.

You never saw me.

-I swear.

Two strings and a bandaid.

And then she says to me--

-Officer, wait!

-They can't hear you, MacLeod.

-Wait!

-As far as they know, you don't exist.

Soon they'll be right.

-You waited 400 years for this?

-A little ignominious, I know.

But if it hadn't been for that wich, I would have got you

when you were 13.

Something about children, their innocence, their

honesty, gives me the creeps.

I'll be back, when I'm ready.

-Why don't you call "Architectural Digest?" They

could do a spread.

Nothing is written.

Nothing.

I know.

-Are you a dream?

-No.

-You're real?

-Maybe we both are.

-Cassandra promised I've live a long time.

-Maybe not too much longer.

-But you've grown--

I've grown--

into a great warrior.

Who could ever defeat you?

-It doesn't matter right now.

There's much we have to talk about.

Much you have to learn.

-About my future?

-Yes.

-Do I win many battles?

-Yeah, you win many battles.

-Then I'm a great chieftan?

-It's different.

-I'll bet you I marry Deborah Campbell.

-I wish you had.

-Well, then I'll find someone more beautiful, and we'll have

many strong sons.

-You'll see.

-This other warrior.

Afre you afraid of him?

-Yes.

He has a power I don't possess.

I--

I don't know how to defeat him.

-You'll win because you're good.

And good always wins over evil.

Did you not know that?

-It's a lit complicated than that.

-It's never more complicated than that.

-Yes, it is.

-He has a magic in his voice.

If I listen to it, I'm dead.

-The don't listen.

-No, wait a minute.

What do you mean?

No.

We haven't--

YOUNG DUNCAN'S VOICE: Then don't listen.

-Finished your beauty sleep?

-We're making history here, MacLeod.

No point in rushing it.

-You feel that hanging?

That's your arm, growing weaker.

Your muscles giving up.

You're tired.

Weak.

You're finding it hard to focus.

Your legs are getting numb.

Frozen.

Your arms feel like lead.

Moving is painful.

Moving.

Your sword is getting heavy.

Too heavy to lift!

You cannot win!

The prophecy must be fulfilled!

Impossible!

-Couldn't hear a word you said, Roland.

[screaming]

[screaming]

-An evil one will come to vanquish all before him.

Only a Highland child born on the winter solstice, who has

seen both darkness and light can stop him.

-I'll be a great warrior!

I'll bet I marry Deborah Campbell.

-No!

Don't go!

[shouting]

-What is America?

-You're not my son!

-Where do I come from!?

-You'll win, because you're good.

And good always wins over evil.

CASSANDRA'S VOICE: A child and a man.

YOUNG DUNCAN'S VOICE: I faced the wolf, and I'm 13.

I'm a chieftan's son.

I'm going to lead my clan to glory.

-What would you have said to him?

-I don't know.

Maybe I could have warmed him about the life he

was going to lead.

-What could you have said?

-Don't feel?

Don't grow?

Don't live with hope?

-Probably not.

So, prophecy's fulfilled.

Now you leave.

-Well, there is one more thing.

-Is this part of the prophecy?

-No.

This one's for me.

Is something wrong?

-No.

Just making sure you're real.

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