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MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: All right, let's go, you guys!

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: OK!

-Come on, suit up!

-All right, Barry.

Give me your best.

-All right.

-Hey, man, it's simple--

they either want me, or the don't.

What are you?

My agent?

Or my mother?

I'm telling you, 15's not gonna cut it.

I want 20 million, or by the time spring training ends, I'm

gonna be playing for Steinbrenner.

Hey, that's not my problem.

Have the old man sell some more cars, all right?

-Over there!

Carl Robinson!

There he is!

Hey, Carl!

-Look, I got to go.

All right.

Later.

All right, all right, hold off, back up, back up.

Who's first here?

Hey, you know what?

This looks like the one Griffey hit off me last year.

Who you guys rootin' for, anyway?

-You looking pretty good out there today, Carl.

-Pretty good?

-It could be better.

You gotta learn to pull the string, throw the

change, you follow me?

You can't do it all with heat.

If they start timing you, you're done.

-Oh, is that a fact?

-Hell, yes, it's a fact.

It's been a fact since I was in the minors, and if you

weren't so arrogant, maybe you'd know that.

[whooshing]

-It's the fastball, you see?

-Hey, Trey, will you give the kid the ball?

-The hitters get so far out in front, they don't know whether

they're coming or going, huh?

-Look, later, Trey.

I got some things I got to take care of.

Take care, kids!

-Oh, and I don't?

Think I was born in a swamp?

I was in the minors 10 years, Carl.

I caught Maddux, and Johnson, and-and Smaltz!

I know things!

You know it all son of a bitch.

-Well, if it isn't the great Carl Robinson.

Nice threads, man.

-Yeah, I'll give you the name of my tailor.

What do you want?

-Your autograph, star man.

Like, I just totally can't live without it.

I saw you playing on TV the other night.

You got a problem with southpaws.

-Yeah, so?

-So?

I'm a southpaw.

-Look, man, are you crazy?

You got the wrong place and the wrong time.

I ain't looking for no trouble!

-Yeah, well, surprise, man! 'Cause you just found it!

O in two--

excellent.

-Oh, man, look at this car!

It's so cool!

It's fantastic!

CARL ROBINSON [OFFSCREEN]: Huuh!

[crashing]

-Ah!

Ah!

Ugh!

No!

No, you don't understand!

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Did you see that?

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.

[theme music]

-How did you get in here?

-You MacLeod?

-I may be.

And who are you supposed to be?

-I'm asking the questions here!

-Was this?

-You can read.

-Well, I'm working on it.

Maybe if you go real slow, I can look at the pictures.

Hey!

Hey!

Come here!

Come here!

-Hey, hey, hey!

-I'm sorry!

-Watch where you're going!

And where you put those hands!

-Yeah, I'll try.

On my way out.

-Apology accepted.

I get lots worse on the subway, believe me.

I could show you marks.

So, is this place open for business, or what?

-Yeah.

Um,--

-You can tell by the clients.

I mean--

I mean, who's going join a dump--

-That's mine, thanks.

- --in this condition.

Yuck!

What it needs?

Fixing up.

Big time!

-Yeah, um, well, I'm really busy.

-You think I'm kidding.

-No.

-You know it.

-Uh-huh.

-I know it.

-Uh-huh.

-Only the dork who owns the joint?

Not a clue!

-And you could sort him out, huh?

-Bey your cute buns I could!

So where do I find this neanderthal?

-You're looking at him.

We're closed.

-Ouch!

-Nice suit.

-Nice neighborhood.

-Yeah, well, the penthouse was getting a little boring.

Thought I needed a change.

I call it Chez Carl's.

What you think?

-I think you've looked better.

-Well, I sure as hell have felt better.

How is it out there?

Oh.

-Yep.

TV, newspapers, talk shows.

Carl Robinson, wanted for murder.

You got good coverage, Carl.

Did everything but take out an ad.

-Oh, come on, man!

You think I wanted this?

Punk didn't give me any choice!

-Well, doesn't really make much difference, now, does it?

-You know where I was last week, Mac?

Having dinner with the mayor, and the governor.

Talked about my game, fastball.

Then they asked me if I ever thought

about going into politics.

Oh, man, you hear what I'm saying, Mac?

Politics!

And they wanted me--

me!

Carl Robinson!

-Yeah.

Well, I guess you always did have lousy timing.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: I'm gonna twist your necks!

Now, don't you move, boy.

Or I'll blow your head off.

-Come on!

Let's go!

Run!

-Who the hell are you?

-I'm Duncan MacLeod.

Of the Clan MacLeod.

Go!

[gunshots]

-Come on!

-Good timing!

[gunshots]

-You know who those men were?

-No.

And I don't care.

-You can't let them get away with that.

-Ain't nothing to do about it.

-I know this is the South, but there are laws.

-Yeah, for white people.

-I can help you find them.

-Then what?

We take them to court?

Thanks for the offer, MacLeod, but all I wanna do is get my

butt back north.

-Then what?

-Ah, don't you worry about it, son.

I got me some plans.

Hoo!

Ho!

-Baseball, huh?

-Hey, gonna be in the big leagues, Yankee Stadium.

Strike out the Babe himself.

-How you gonna do that?

-Whatchu talking about?

You saw that pitch!

I got me one sweet arm, and a fastball you can't even see,

-That's not exactly what I meant.

-Oh, you mean how can I when they don't let no negroes play

'cept in that, uh, new negro league?

-Yeah, something like that.

-Well, uh, Alone don't know.

Guess I just have to settle for something else.

You know, I can get me an education.

I could be a politician.

Passing laws, make some changes.

Yeah, that'd be something, wouldn't it?

Slave, to president, to the big leagues.

All in one lifetime.

-Come on man, look, the only ones that are after you now

are the cops.

Put it behind you.

-Oh, yeah, sure what the r huh?

I only been waiting for this for what?

Two?

Three lifetimes?

Now it's over-- gone.

-Look, it's time to move on.

-With what?

I can't get to my money.

I use my name, my credit cards, they'd

throw my ass in jail.

My face is all over the place.

-Come on, we'll use my place.

We'll figure something out.

Be better than this hotel.

-Hey, Mac?

Wait up, man.

I don't wanna drag you into this.

-I'm already in it.

-Fed.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Stay back over there, all right?

-Matthew McCormick, special agent.

I'll be taking it from here, gentlemen.

-You're the serial killer guy.

-Among other things.

The serial killer guy will do.

-There's only been one murder here.

-Very high profile murder, gentlemen.

Let's just say there's a certain pressure to wrap it up

quickly and make sure it stays wrapped.

Nobody wants to screw up one of these

things again, do they?

Let me guess--

the murder weapon was a very sharp object.

I don't suppose you found it?

-No.

-Thought not.

And nobody knows where Carl Robinson is, hm?

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: No.

-I wouldn't worry.

I think we'll find him.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Come on, you guys!

-It just ain't fair, man.

-Nobody said it was.

-I've watched them all try and fail.

Malcolm, Martin.

I swore to myself that if I ever had a chance, I was going

to make a difference.

Then some hotshot kid comes along and throws my whole life

in the crapper.

-You still have your life, Carl.

-Oh, yeah, right!

-Look, you listen too me.

You start over.

Go to a new country, new people.

And after a few years, you try again.

-What, from the bottom?

-It's more than most people get.

-Aw, man.

How the hell did they know?

-Someone did their homework.

Your tax dollars at work.

Hold on.

[whooshing]

-All right, damn it, Mac, get me out of here now.

Go!

-Easy!

-Anytime now, you can tell me what's going on.

-You know what the hell's going on.

Cops is what's going on!

-There was an immortal with them, Carl.

What's he got to do with you?

-His name is Matthew--

Matthew McCormick.

He's a Federal Agent.

-And what else?

-Well, Mr. McCormick and I, we go back a ways.

Matthew used to own me.

I'd been a slave so long, Mac, seems like

that's all I can remember.

I was a hard worker, but it was never enough.

I was always the stubborn negro.

What you doing there, skinny?

You see I got me a full load!

Now, why don't you just take yourself on and wait

for the next bin?

Now, hear?

Bought and sold so many times, I lost count.

And Seth Hobart was the latest one.

And he liked being master.

Then somebody went and knocked up Hobart's youngest daughter.

-Which one was it?

Huh?

You point him out, now!

-She had to name somebody.

-This one here?

-So she said it was me.

-Robinson, you son of a gun!

[shouts]

-No, sir, please!

No, sir, please!

-Come back, you son of a bitch!

-Yeah, nobody listened to me.

Nobody had to.

-Come back here!

-Don't shoot, Mr. Hobart!

Please!

Ah!

Shot me in the back.

Left me for dead.

Only thing was, I couldn't die.

I ran for days.

I--

I didn't know why I was still alive.

I just knew that for the first time, I was free.

Course, the reality was, dead or alive, I was still a slave.

And freedom didn't last too long.

These guys were--

they were looking for a reward for bringing in a runaway

slave. or they were just gonna sell me for whatever the

market could bear.

That was when I felt it.

It was the first time I'd ever run into an immortal.

It was McCormick.

Now, he used to come by the plantation all the time.

He was married to Hobart's oldest daughter.

-Good afternoon.

Looking for another boy for my spread.

Interested in your fellow there.

-At first, they weren't interested.

-Of course, I am willing to pay.

You must be awfully attached to him.

-Matthew bought me.

He paid twice what I was worth.

I didn't know what the hell to make of him, but I sure to

hell thought I was dead.

-Yeeha!

Woo!

Woo!

-Mr. Matthew, sir, you gotta let me explain.

I didn't mean to run away.

I-It was Mr. Hobart--

he-he wanted to kill me.

Y-You gots to understand!

Now please, sir, please, whatever you do, just don't

take me back there.

Just don't take me back!

Oh, God, no.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Please, sir!

Please!

Don't!

You got to let me live!

Now he wants to kill me.

-Why now?

When he could have taken you back then?

-What in the hell difference does it make?

You trust him?

-I have to.

He knows about us.

Everything.

Come on.

-Hey!

Joe Dawson.

Let's just say I have a soft spot for immortals.

-Well, I guess anybody who can play Delta Blues like that

can't be too shabby.

-Thank you, sir.

You know, I'd have to say the same thing about anybody who

could strike out Ken Griffey Jr. twice in one game.

Come on, let me, uh, show you this accommodation, all right?

-I'll catch you later.

-Yeah.

-Where you going?

-Back to my place to talk to McCormick.

-Give it a rest, Mac.

You're wasting your breath.

-Hey, what's to lose?

-Oh, I don't know-- your head?

-That's reassuring.

-Mac!

The guy's good with a sword.

He taught me moves that I'm still working on.

-Then maybe he can teach me something.

Matthew McCormick I presume.

-That's Special Agent to you.

-You're in my office.

And you're in my chair.

And I don't remember inviting you.

-Know what I like about these?

If you have enough stairs, they just go on forever.

-Unless they're stopped.

-Unlike us, hm?

-No.

Just like us.

-I checked you out, MacLeod.

Far as I can tell, we're not gonna have a problem.

-Oh, there's just one.

You're after Carl Robinson.

-Well, I'm just serving the state.

Catch a killer, and the world's a better place.

Don't you think?

-For who?

You know what he is.

-Serial killers, cannibals, mad bombers, psychopaths, come

in all shapes and sizes, Mr. MacLeod, and it makes no

earthly difference to me, 'cause my job's simple.

I bury them.

-Yeah, but there's no murder here.

It was a fight between immortals.

He had no choice.

-Not this time.

But this time, I will have him.

-For what?

Carl Robinson's no murderer.

-Oh, well, we have a verdict from Judge MacLeod.

Are you the whole jury?

Let me tell you a little something about your good

friend, Carl Robinson--

he's a murdering bastard.

And he always has been.

-I wish we had more time, Carl.

The South is gonna make a stand, and with war coming,

it's no good for a black man on his own.

-No need to explain to me, Mr. Matthew.

I got me a whole back full of reasons why I

shouldn't stay down here.

Still, I don't know.

Something about the South I'm gonna miss.

That seem strange to you?

-It's not gonna be a whole lot easier out there.

-You telling me!

But I know what I am, now.

Know how to survive.

You taught me that.

-You'd have done the same.

-No, sir.

No sir, I wouldn't.

See, you taught me something else--

that not every white man uses a whip.

You been more than my teacher.

You been a friend.

-Well, I reckon your best bet is to had

north to, uh, Chicago.

Maybe even New York.

-Yeah.

Yeah, soon enough.

Just got a few things I gotta finish up.

-Any of those things have a name?

-Now, this ain't none of your concern, Mr. Matthew!

-The hell it isn't!

If you are talking about Seth Hobart, you

can just forget it.

You stay away from him, you hear?

-The man is pure evil, him and his son!

He shot me down!

-You're immortal, Carl!

It is time to put away mortal concerns!

What else have I taught you?

Huh?

Forgiveness.

Forgiveness is the power that breaks the chains of

bitterness and the shackles of selfishness, and decency is

something else you've got to learn.

-Are you defending him?

-What I am is married to his daughter.

You leave him be, Carl.

You don't, I'm gonna hunt you down.

You have my word on that!

Are you listening to me?

-Yes, sir.

I hear you.

-Carl?

Carl!

-You, there!

You!

Get your black ass back to work, or

there'll be hell to pay!

-Whoa whoa, whoa.

-You turn around when I'm addressing you!

Sweet Jesus.

Robinson!

-Afternoon, Mr. Hobart.

You feeling all right?

You looking a might peaked.

-You're dead!

I shot you!

-Am I?

Could a dead man do this?

Or this?

Or this?

How do you like it, Mr. Hobart?

Huh?

Oh, no.

I'm strong, Mr. Hobart.

I got strong working in your fields.

Totin' your loads!

No more, Mr. Hobart!

No more!

[gunshot]

[gasp]

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: He killed him!

-Daddy?

-You keep outta this, boy!

This here's between me and your daddy!

-You murdering nigger!

Murdering nigger!

[gasp]

-No more.

-Did you kill those men, Carl?

-You damn right I did.

MacLeod, Hobart owned me.

Same as a plow or a mule.

You know what that means?

You have any idea?

Beat me when it suited him.

Whipped me like I was a damned dog.

And I had no say about it, because it was his right.

-You should have left it alone.

-Oh, yeah, right.

You gonna tell me what I should have done?

You were never a slave!

-I'm gonna tell you what you should have done--

once you became immortal, you stopped being a slave.

You're one of us, now.

-Look, I didn't go there meaning to kill him.

But am I sorry I did?

No!

And if you can't understand that, why don't you just go to

hell with the rest of them?

-[THINKING] The best damn pitcher this team's ever had.

And what the hell, we're gonna [inaudible].

Supposed to pitch on Tuesday.

Tuesday, for crying out loud.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Here's the windup.

[cheering]

-Jesus, Carl.

[PUBLIC ADDRESS SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENTS]

-We need this guy.

[PUBLIC ADDRESS SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENTS]

[ON PUBLIC ADDRESS SYSTEM]: Robinson has

just thrown a no-hitter.

The crowd is loving it!

POLICE OFFICER [ON BULLHORN]: Hold it right there, Robinson!

-Unh!

[tires squealing]

-Hold it!

POLICE OFFICER [ON TELEPHONE]: That's right, Ms. Cottam.

We'll have a car around there, uh, later this afternoon.

All right.

-Look at the rage.

The anger, the injustice of it all.

Just like every other killer I ever brought in.

Doesn't matter-- young, old, rich, poor--

they're all the same.

You'd never even know it was one of us.

-Yes, but he is one of us.

He killed in self defense.

Corman challenged him.

-I don't give a damn about Corman.

Hobart was my wife's father.

-Oh, is this about justice, or revenge?

-I would have thought a man like you would understand.

There's no statute of limitations on murder.

-Come on.

You condemn him for something we all do.

Things happen in an investigation.

Evidence goes missing all the time.

Somebody drops the wrong glove, you know?

-You're not asking me to throw this case?

-I'm asking you to do something about this.

He can't go to prison.

How long do you--

how long before they find out about him?

About all of us.

-[WHISPERING] I wouldn't worry about that.

I don't think Carl's gonna make it to trial.

Well, it's a strange world, indeed.

Look, McCormick--

-Save you breath, MacLeod.

Somebody's just confessed.

And it wasn't Carl Robinson.

-What the hell difference does it make?

Because he's drunk?

Maybe he's just plain crazy!

Who the hell knows why Trey Franks does anything?

All I know is, I'm out of there.

-You think it's right to let Trey take the rap for you?

-Right?

What the hell does right have to do with anything?

Man, this whole mortality crap is a joke.

Every time--

I mean every time I was set to get somewhere,

be somebody, Bam!

Something comes along and knocks me on my ass.

Now, MacLeod, a gift has dropped out of the sky.

And you want me to throw it away?

-No.

I just want you to get an innocent man out of jail.

-Oh, yeah, right.

And how am I supposed to do that, huh?

Just tell the truth, right?

Keep it nice and simple?

-Nothing is simple, and nothing is easy, but you are

going to do this, right?

-MacLeod, when this whole thing happened, my life ended.

Now I have it back!

I'm Carl Robinson again!

-Oh, Carl the hero.

That must be great!

-Mac, I can do things!

I can make a difference!

-Yeah, and Trey can't?

-Oh, come on, man.

The man is a nobody.

He is nothing.

Less than nothing.

-Like Carl the slave was?

-You don't even wanna go there, MacLeod.

-Oh, yeah?

Why not?

Because you suffered?

How much you got in the bank, Carl?

-What difference does that make?

-Five, $6 million, a nice apartment, that nice

Lamborghini.

-Is there some point you're trying to make here, MacLeod?

-Yeah.

Why don't you give the torture crap a rest.

Your slave days are long gone.

-All right, why don't we look at this way-- this is probably

the best thing that ever happened to old Trey.

And I'll tell you something-- if that man wants his time in

the sun, I'm gonna give it to him.

-Not good enough.

-It'll have to do.

-Why don't you come down to the station and tell old Trey

that?

-You take your hand off me.

-I'm not done!

-I'm done.

At ease!

Gimme your hand!

You want some more?

Huh?

You want some more?

Come on!

-Get up!

'cause I'm not finished.

[groaning]

-All right.

All right!

I'll go.

Come here.

Help me.

Gimme your hand.

-Oh, yeah, again?

-Ow!

-Not twice.

-Ow!

-Well?

-Gah!

Come on, MacLeod!

-Your word!

-I'll go!

MacLeod!

-Yoo hoo!

Anybody home?

Came to see if you thought about renovating.

We could put the steam room over here.

I took the liberty of jotting down a few ideas.

Some aerobics over there.

We could do with a little bou--

tique.

Oh.

Oh, my.

CARL ROBINSON [OFFSCREEN]: MacLeod!

-It's a great idea.

CARL ROBINSON [OFFSCREEN]: MacLeod!

-Just couldn't wait to get started.

-Uh-huh.

CARL ROBINSON [OFFSCREEN]: Can't breathe!

[telephone ringing]

-We should have gone through his lawyers.

-Don't worry, they'll let us see him.

-Oh, you're pretty sure of that, aren't you?

And,

-Hey, I'm the star, remember?

POLICE OFFICER [OFFSCREEN]: Mr. Robinson?

If it wouldn't be too much trouble?

To Jerry.

He's my boy.

-Got a pen?

-So let me get this straight, Trey--

you killed him because he owed you money?

-And he wouldn't pay.

So I went after him.

-And you killed him with a big knife?

-More like a sword kind of thing.

Look, I already told this to the cops.

-And after you killed him, Carl came

along, and he got caught.

-That's right.

That's what happened.

-Do you hate this guy, Trey?

-Yeah, I guess.

Pretty bad.

-So how come you lent him money, this guy

you hated so much?

-I did it!

Why don't you just believe me?

-Because it's not true.

-I ain't talking anymore.

-Trey, you know you didn't do this.

-I--

-Look, Trey-- you know it, and I know it, and you've got to

tell the police.

-And then they'd come after you.

-Yeah, maybe.

But you can't throw your life away.

-I don't got a life to throw away.

Look, it's not like I don't know what I am.

I know what I am.

I'm a joke.

White trash.

I can't play ball, I can't--

was a time once I thought I had something.

And I must have been dreaming.

See, all I've been, all my life, is a zero.

-Trey--

-We both know it.

Look, growing up, I hated guys like you--

rich, black, smarter than me.

And then I met you--

I seen you play, seen the way you treat people, what you

have inside you.

And I stopped hating you.

I wanted you to win.

More than anything, I wanted to help you win.

-I know you did, Trey.

-You got to hear me, Carl.

See, it was the first good thing I ever wanted.

If you could change someone like me, think what you can do

with your life--

all the good things.

-But you know, man.

You saw.

-If you had to do it, you must have had a good reason.

If the world loses Carl Robinson, it's worse off.

But Trey Franks?

There's no point to Trey Franks.

Let me do this, Carl.

Please?

It's all I got.

-It won't go away, Carl.

-Damn him!

Cracker-ass son of a bitch!

-It's not Trey you gotta look at.

It's you.

-Damn him, MacLeod!

I tell the truth, I lose everything!

Everything I hoped for, everything I've dreamed.

Looks like I don't have very many options, do I?

[whooshing]

-Looks like you don't have any.

-This isn't for you, MacLeod!

You know why I'm here.

You should have gone north, Carl.

-Maybe so.

What happened in Louisiana, happened.

I can't take that back.

-No, you can't.

But you can pay for it.

-Look, the world's different.

People have changed.

Carl's changed.

-Did you imagine redemption came that easily?

-No, what I imagined was there was some

justice in what I did.

The men I killed were slavers!

-Those men were my friends!

I told you I'd come after you.

Here I am.

-Who wins here if one of you dies?

-A man avenges his own, MacLeod.

-You think you're honor-bound to do this?

Your honor won't be served by Carl's death.

Just your pride and your vanity.

There is no justice, no redemption.

-I gave my word!

-Look, I don't hold this against you, Matthew.

You do what you have to, just like I did what I had to.

I just have one favor to ask you.

-What?

-If you win this, don't you let Trey take the rap for me.

The man thinks he's a piece of garbage, but he's not.

Nobody's garbage.

You tell him that.

Tell him his life has a point.

Can I trust you to do that?

-Listen to what he's telling you.

Listen to what he's asking you.

Look at him!

Is this the man you want to kill?

-Get out of there, MacLeod!

-You can forgive him!

You can forgive him!

-Test was positive.

Bloodstains match the murder victim's.

Robinson's prints are all over it.

-If I had a crystal ball right now, you know what I'd see?

I'd see you doing 10 to 20--

aiding and abetting, accessory to murder.

-Hey, all I did was bring it in.

-Well, then you must know where he is.

-Nope, sorr--

-Tell me, MacLeod!

Or I will book you right now.

[thunder]

-Time to make yourself scarce, Mr. MacLeod.

This could get ugly.

-Let me talk to him, see if I can settle this peaceably.

-He's already murdered one man-- maybe more!

-Just three minutes, that's all I ask.

-That's all you've got.

Mr. MacLeod is going in.

-Carl!

CARL ROBINSON [OFFSCREEN]: That you, MacLeod?

-I'm coming in.

I'm unarmed.

[door closing]

-You ready for this?

MacLeod!

Coming out!

He won't listen.

He said he won't go to jail for the rest of his life.

-All right, brace yourselves, people.

This one is going down hard.

-He's got a gun!

Freeze!

-Easy!

Easy, now!

Joe Robinson!

Throw down your weapon!

Put your hands behind your head!

Unless you're looking to commit suicide, Robinson,

you'll put it down!

Drop the weapon!

For the last time, you drop that weapon!

-Carl, no!

[police radio]

-It's clear.

Let's go--

this window only stays open for five minutes.

-Now that you're dead, the police aren't looking for you

anymore, and Trey's free.

-Yeah, great.

Did you have to let them shoot me so many times?

Felt like the OK Corral.

-Awful sorry.

-Quit complaining, would you?

You still have your head.

-Yeah.

It's freezing in there.

-Yeah, well, it's the morgue.

At least you're still fresh.

-You know, you're real funny, MacLeod.

Hey, who picked out these clothes, anyway?

Your mother?

-You should have killed him.

-Trey!

-I don't have to talk to you!

-No, you don't.

-If it wasn't for you, he'd still be alive!

They had me, damn it!

I confessed!

-Yeah, but you didn't kill anybody, did you?

-No.

I didn't save nobody either, did I?

-You're wrong there, Trey.

-Oh, my God.

-Yeah, I'm alive.

Look, don't try to understand it, Trey.

Just accept it.

-You shouldn't be here.

It isn't safe.

-Yeah, I know.

Look Trey, I'm not going to be coming back

here for a long time.

-Well, take care, then.

Don't forget to keep pulling the string, huh?

-Uh, yeah, I'll work on that.

-And you got trouble with southpaws, too?

-Oh, is that a fact?

-Hell, yes, it's a fact.

If you weren't so arrogant, maybe you'd know it!

-I'll work on that, too.

-Thanks, Trey!

-Yeah, what for?

I didn't do nothing.

-You did a good thing.

I won't forget it.

Don't you forget it, either.

-It's time to go

-It's time to go

-It's time to go

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