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---will not compromise.

STEFANOVICH [OFFSCREEN]: Come, Dimitri, watch.

You might learn something.

-Igor Stefanovich will not compromise.

You and I once more--

-Sit down.

STEFANOVICH [ON TV]: Proud to call ourselves Russians.

Hammer and sickle will fly again.

-Do they not love me?

Of course they love me.

I fill their empty bellies with something more than food.

I fill them with someone to hate.

Someone to blame for their wretched lives.

The Jews, the Muslims, the Chechnyans.

It really doesn't matter.

There are glorious days ahead, Dimitri.

[yawn]

Love the TV.

That's the first thing we'll have to fix.

I'm going to bed.

I don't want to be disturbed.

-Good night, Mr. Stefanovich.

[knocking]

-Yes?

It have an appointment with Igor Stefanovich.

-Impossible.

Governor Stefanovich has just gone to bed.

-Then I'm right on time.

If you don't trust me, you can search me.

What have I to hide?

He's expecting me.

-What is going on here?

-Hello.

Hello!

Stefanovich has been shot.

Send in an ambulance.

Quickly!

Now!

Listen to me!

Stefanovich has been shot.

No, listen to me, damn it!

Send in an ambulance.

Now!

Quickly!

[gunshot]

-Hammer and sickle will fly again.

You, I, and all our children, will once more be proud to

call ourselves Russians.

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"]

CROWD: Get him!

Come on!

Get him in his head!

Come on!

Come on!

-What'd I tell you?

The kid works his body just like Basilio.

-You mean like Dick Tiger.

-No, Carmen Basilio.

-Dick Tiger.

-What the hell are you two talking about?

-Carmen Basilio.

-Who he?

-Middleweight contender back in the '50s.

Guy hit like a mule.

-Dick Tiger.

-Who he?

-Middleweight champion then.

-He's the guy who knocked Basilio on his ass.

-Ah, he was lucky.

-The Marquess of Queensbury must've been so proud.

-And who he?

-Come on.

Get in there.

-Hey, keep up the left, watch the overhand right.

-Not like you didn't warn him.

-So, what?

You and Joe, you wanna sponsor this event?

-Hey, come on, man.

Charlie would've loved this.

-Yeah, he grew up here.

He figured a place like this would keep the kids off the

street.

-Oh, yeah.

And I can see that's really important.

Yeah, because out in the streets, you could get hurt.

[buzzing]

-Stick him good!

-I don't believe it.

-Time to go?

-She's a friend.

-Listen.

When you carry a sword and I haven't been fully

introduced, I get shy.

-Hey, Mac.

Nevermind.

-Are you coming?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Ingrid?

-Duncan?

If you ask me, your mission here for British intelligence

is useless.

-Why?

-Because the British ruling class are snobs.

Because no matter what you tell them, they'll never

believe that they should fear a house painter from Austria.

-Does Hitler really have the support of the German people?

-Oh, the proletariat.

They're always the last to realize what's going on.

And when they do, it's usually too late.

You know, it wouldn't be tragic if it wasn't so

predictable.

They love him.

-Incredible.

-Why should that surprise you?

Hitler appeals to the lowest common denominator.

-David?

What happened?

-It was those god damn Nazis, that's what happened.

I'm standing on the corner talking--

-That's all you were doing was talking?

-Yeah.

Just talking.

And--

And then those bastard [inaudible] start hitting me.

Three of them.

-Have a drink.

You'll feel better.

You want to give the British a piece of intelligence?

Tell them the greatest danger in dealing with a leader like

Hitler is underestimating him.

-My god.

That's them.

-Really?

-You're just here to observe.

Remember?

-Look what he have here.

A loud mouthed Jew has run back to his communist friends.

Are you his friends?

-No.

I'm his brother.

-Another Jew.

-Oops.

Get out of here.

Mm mm.

Say hello to Hitler for me.

-You're not helping anything, you know.

What do you think you've accomplished with that little

display?

-I dunno.

Made me feel better.

-I thank you, my friend, but she's right.

you may have stopped these two, but there will be more.

-There will always be more.

-Can I have another beer, please?

-It's on the house.

-Oh, thank you. what?

Been a while.

Friends of yours?

-I'll explain later.

[bell ringing]

-What is that?

[bell ringing]

-Come on.

[bell ringing]

-So, you wanna tell me what happened back there?

-Some Russian politician was assassinated.

The police want to question me.

-Is there something I'm missing here?

-No, I just happened to be in Moscow at the same hotel.

I don't even know who it was.

-Oh, so they followed you all the way back from Moscow just

to question you?

-Actually, they already took a statement from me at the

hotel, but after I left the country, they ran a check on

my passport and I guess something wasn't kosher.

I don't know.

-I don't remember you being so careless.

-What can I say?

I haven't been great with paperwork lately.

-Well, what do I have to do to get a drink around here?

Thank you.

-So they wonder about the woman with the funny passport?

-Serves me right for getting sloppy.

-Well, I'm sure we can straighten it out.

-Oh, I think it's best you just leave it alone.

Who knows?

They might even suspect me.

-Oh, you?

No.

-Silly, isn't it?

Although I must admit, the world's a much better place

without Igor Stefanovich.

-Thought you said you didn't know his name.

-Well, I must have seen it in a newspaper.

On TV, or something.

I have a plane to catch.

I have to go.

-You, you're leaving now?

-Oh, yes.

Too many questions to answer if they find me.

Oh.

It's been really great seeing you again, Duncan.

-What's going on, Ingrid?

-Nothing.

-If you need any help--

-I'll know where to find you.

-It's not a question of just the boxing.

It's that the kids need something to, to do.

To have discipline.

Don't you understand?

-No, I'm not a big fan of blood sports.

-Oh, dear.

-So what happened to your friend?

-She left.

-She didn't stick around long.

-Nope.

-She, uh, mention why the police were after her?

-She said they were here to tie up some loose ends.

-Oh, right.

So, uh, five patrol cars and 10 uniforms?

That's a lot of manpower to tie up a few loose ends.

-You're an old cynic.

-I try.

Oh, look at this.

It's an exhibition of Greek antiquities.

-Oh, yeah.

Can't wait.

A 2,500 year old garage sale.

-Listen, some of this stuff could be mine.

I believe the phrase is do you mind if

I borrow your newspaper?

-Dammit.

-Mac!

-Uh, I'll see you later.

-It's time for white America to stand up.

Now is the time for white America to stand up and

remember who we are, and what we stand for.

Now is the time for white America to stand up and

remember who we are, and what we've done.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Can we get a sound check, sir?

-White is right.

How's that?

-Thank you, sir.

[buzzing]

-To remember whose sweat built this nation--

-I guess you didn't leave town.

-If you're my friend, you'll turn around and

walk out that door.

[speech continues]

-Because I'm your friend, I can't let you do this.

-This is none of your business, Duncan.

-You can't do this.

-I'm not gonna watch you kill an innocent man.

-You praise to a white god!

-Let go of my arm.

-No.

I won't.

-I'm only doing what needs to be done.

-What the hell's going on out there?

-Knock it off.

-Oh, my god!

He's got a gun!

-Are you a writer of fiction, Mr. MacLeod?

-Mm-mm.

-Smoking was much more agreeable.

It's a shame.

Possessed of such an imagination, it seems a shame

to squander your talents on my humble yourself.

-If I could help you, inspector, I would.

-Would you?

-Mm-hm.

-Let's review, shall we?

-You just happened to be here when they are setting up for

the Wilkinson speech?

-No I was here the day before for a boxing match, and I

was--

-A woman you have never seen before has a gun.

You take the gun away from her.

Then she screams, you have a gun, and runs away, leaving

you holding the weapon.

Do I understand correctly so far?

-I know how it sounds.

-Do you?

Do you, Mr. MacLeod?

-If I have learned anything in my relatively undistinguished

career with Interpol, it is that nothing is impossible.

And no one is who they seem to be.

No one.

Is this the girl?

-Um, I'm not certain, actually.

Um, I didn't really get a good look at her.

-Pity.

Normally when one disarms a potential assassin, one pays

more attention to detail.

Don't bother with prints, Robert.

She won't have left any.

-What is this about?

-It's about murder, Mr. MacLeod.

It's about murder.

Let's start again.

A woman you have never seen before has a gun.

[buzzing]

-I'm sorry.

But you left me no choice.

-Doors and windows were locked.

Elevator needs a key.

You've gotten good.

-I've had to.

-So what have you been doing in the past 50 years, Ingrid?

-Traveling, mostly.

-Traveling?

Or running?

-Both.

After the war, I spent a few years in Israel.

-Israel?

-With the Mossad.

And then a couple of years in England with Special Services,

and then with the CIA.

-You had good teachers.

-The best.

-So what Breslaw was saying about the murders was true?

-They weren't murders.

They were assassinations.

There's a difference.

-The end result is the same.

-Yes, but some people deserve to die.

That's the difference.

-Must be quite a responsibility being judge,

jury, and executioner.

-You think I want to do what I do?

-I don't know what to think.

-I've only killed the ones who needed it.

-How many?

-Not enough.

-Since when was it so easy for you to kill?

INGRID [OFFSCREEN]: I think you will like him.

He's very good.

-It's time that he was here.

-He'll be here soon.

Just relax.

Ah.

Colonel Stauffenberg, Duncan MacLeod.

-You would like the reports about you, colonel.

-You are British?

-Yes.

-I have the papers for a German officer returning from

the Russian front.

You will never pass.

[speaking german]

-Your German is very good.

-I've had lots of time to practice.

-You certain there's no other way than a bomb?

-No one is allowed to carry a gun in the

presence of the Fuhrer.

This is our only way.

You have the fuses?

-All the way from England.

[speaking german]

You say around 10 minutes?

-You break the glass, it releases the acid.

The acid eats through the wire, and the wire releases

the firing pin.

8, 10 minutes.

Can't be exact.

-This is good enough.

The device will be placed in my because.

-All right, then.

This is how I see it.

The Wolf's Lair, Hitler's headquarters.

There are sentries here, here, and here.

But most important of all is the SS checkpoint on the main

road, here.

The conference room and the underground bunker are here.

There's only one way in.

-So there's not a chance in hell he can escape this time.

-And the reserve army is ready to step in?

-The shadow government is prepared both here and in

occupied France.

As soon as I receive word that Operation Vakyrie is

completed, a new Germany will be born.

To Valkyrie, then.

-To Valkyrie.

-To Valkyrie.

What is it?

-For 200 years, the most I've ever done about war

was talk about it.

-Well, it's natural to be a little afraid.

-Oh, I'm not afraid, Duncan.

The worst they can do is shoot me.

-Then what is it?

-Truth?

-Yeah.

-I've never killed a mortal before.

I've used my sword when I've had to, but

always against our kind.

This is different.

-Yes, it is.

-Some of those men are just soldiers, fighting for the

country. d tomorrow they'll die.

Their children will grow up without fathers.

-That's true, Ingrid.

That will happen.

But something else will happen, too.

Hitler will be dead.

Fraulein?

-Wilkinson it not Hitler.

-But he might become Hitler.

-Yeah, but you don't know that.

-I won't take that chance.

He has to be stopped.

At 16, he and his friends beat two gay men to death.

At 20, they burned three black churches in the south.

-Ingrid, If you have the proof--

-There is no proof!

He's smart, MacLeod.

He's done nothing in years.

Now all he does is give a speech, and a dozen other

people go out and burn churches for him.

He has to die.

There is no other way.

-There has to be another way.

-50 years from now, I don't want to look back on this day

as the day I could've saved the world from him.

Duncan.

We're old friends.

Don't try to stop me, please.

I won't let you.

-You mind telling me what you find funny about this?

-Well, not exactly funny, but, um, pretty entertaining, yeah.

-Just what is so entertaining.

-MacLeod tussling with another of his, um, moral dilemmas.

-You know, there are times I really don't like you.

-That's OK.

Sometimes I don't like myself.

-I see.

Ingrid Henning.

-Hey, ask-- ask Joe about her.

-I don't have to ask Joe about her.

I know about her.

She failed to kill Hitler in '44, and s been making up for

it ever since.

-This is not good news.

-I can't believe they moved the briefing.

-Pull over here.

-The conference room is above ground.

The energy of the blast will be

deflected out of the windows.

-Then we'll just have to put the briefcase as close to

Hitler as possible.

-Well, leave that to me.

And this time, I will stay to make sure it goes off.

-No, I'm not going to let you sacrifice yourself.

-It is not up to you!

-Colonel, imagine the chaos after tonight.

Germany's going to need someone to restore order.

They're going to need somebody to negotiate a peaceful

surrender with be Allies.

-He's right.

Today is just the beginning.

The real work comes later.

-I'll stay in the room after you place the briefcase.

-Listen to him.

It's the only way.

-Come.

The German people will not forget the British soldier who

gave his life for them today.

I will see to that.

-If you don't mind, colonel, I'd rather stay anonymous.

-Chief of Staff, Field Marshal Brandt.

Colonel Frick, newly returned from the Russian front.

-No doubt, Frick, you are here to explain why the British

convoys are still getting through supplying of the Red

Army.

-I can assure you, Field Marshal, you'll find my report

completely satisfactory.

-It is not I who must be satisfied.

-God be with you, Duncan MacLeod.

-15 kilometer of railroad destroyed in the last

airstrike alone!

The new 50 millimeter flak guns are completely useless.

They are laughing at me!

This cannot go on!

The honor of Germany is stake!

I will not stand for it!

Do you hear me?

-Excuse me, Field Marshal.

I must make a call.

---flak towers around the railroad yard if the guns

don't work!?

Who is the imbecile responsible?

-Perhaps I can explain.

-I hope for your sake, you can.

-If I may demonstrate?

So, railway lines have been destroyed

here, here, and here.

And the flak towers have been deployed here--

-What are you doing?

-You fool!

Let me go!

Providence has spared me again!

I am invincible!

The hand of God himself protects the Fuhrer.

The hand of God himself protects the Fuhrer!

The hand of God himself protects the Fuhrer!

-Halt!

[gunfire]

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Hitler should have died that day.

But we failed.

And Ingrid blames herself.

-Come on, man.

You are not buying into that tawdry, guilt

induced little melodrama.

-Oh, I forgot.

We're talking to the only guilt-free man

in the western world.

-No, we're talking about Ingrid.

It is the ultimate in arrogance to think that one

person can alter the course of history.

-You can't deny that by killing Hitler in '44,

thousands of lives would have been saved.

Maybe millions.

-Yeah.

And if you'd killed him in '43, like Rommel wanted, maybe

Germany would have won the war.

History makes men, MacLeod.

Men don't make history.

I'm I'm talking about the time.

The zeitgeist, to quote the Germans.

If it hadn't been the little painter from Austria, it would

have been someone else.

It would have been, uh, I don' know, a

shopkeeper, a garbage man.

My point is it doesn't matter.

The times were ripe for a fuhrer.

-My point is it was Hitler.

You're a historian.

What do you think?

-Uh-uh.

m not getting in the middle of this.

-Coward.

-Ditto.

-All right, you want an answer?

-Mm-hm.

-Who gives a damn?

Right?

What matters is that it's Mac's friend.

-Pretty smart.

For a kid.

-What are you gonna do?

-In her heart, she thinks she's right.

And part of me agrees.

I don't know how to stop her.

-Don't you?

-No.

I don't.

-You know, you really can be an arrogant

pain in the ass sometimes.

-Guilty as charged.

-We let ourselves in.

-I love company.

Who brought the beer?

Is this really necessary?

-I had a man watching this place.

He saw Ingrid coming out.

-You found her?

-Where is she?

-Guess not.

-You lied to me.

You said you didn't know her.

-Well, maybe she was coming in looking for a workout.

-Where is she?

-If I told you I didn't know, would you believe me?

-I've already made that mistake.

Take him downtown.

My only vice left.

I'm not interested in you, MacLeod.

I suggest you don't make me interested.

-If you think I'm involved in these members, then charge me.

-Charge me or set me free.

The cry of the innocent man.

I might not charge you, MacLeod.

I know you are not in this with her.

But what you are is a blind fool.

-Then give me a white cane, and I'll get out of here.

-Not quite.

-What is she to you?

A lover?

A relation, perhaps?

Or just an old friend?

Old friends are the worst.

They claim more of your soul.

-I don't agree with what Ingrid's doing.

-But part of you understands it.

Yes?

A little story.

-Do I have a choice?

-I'll be brief.

-Good.

-Once there was a writer--

a poet, actually.

But he lived in the dark times.

Hitler.

The Nazis.

And soon he was afraid to stay in Germany, so he took his

wife and son, and escaped to Romania.

He thought they would be safe there.

And for a while, they had a good life.

They were happy there.

Until one night when the communists

broke into his house.

They took him away in the dead of night and shot him.

For his poetry.

You see?

They shot my father for writing poetry, MacLeod.

So part of me understands Ingrid, too.

A tyrant here.

A dictator there.

And now there is this Wilkinson.

Despicable.

Some people might say murdering him

is a community service.

What would you say, MacLeod?

-I say you should postpone Wilkinson's

speech tomorrow night.

I want to stop Ingrid as much as you do.

-On that, we would agree.

Your lawyer is here.

And since I'm not going to charge you, goodbye.

-My lawyer?

This I've got to see.

-Officers.

Well, that worked pretty well.

-Since when are you my attorney?

-Whatever you need.

Lawyer, doctor, Indian chief.

I've got paperwork to cover it all.

Yeah, of course.

I forgot.

-Uh, Mac?

Cab.

OK, Watcher records are a bit sketchy on our lady, so I had

to check with the desk sergeant while I was waiting.

-So you know she committed at least 15 murders

in the past 10 years.

-Yeah, which leaves about 40 years unaccounted for.

The mind boggles.

-Oh, come on, man.

Who's to say she's not right?

Maybe the people she killed deserve to die.

-OK, this is the angle now, is it?

The end justifies the means.

It's not very original.

-She believes she's making the world a better place.

-Mac, that's exactly what he believed.

Remember?

The-- what was his name?

Uh, Adolf something or other.

-Adolf something or other.

I don't believe you.

-You believe it, you just don't want to hear it.

-Yeah.

-Gotcha.

Dammit.

It's Frayne.

Patch me through to the inspector.

RADIO: Connecting.

One minute, detective.

-OK, Ingrid, just relax.

Nobody's going to--

-That's right.

Nobody's going to stop me.

RADIO: Patching through, Detective Frayne.

-I'm sorry.

RADIO: Frayne, do you read?

Over.

-No, no, no, no.

I don't believe it.

Stefanovich?

Yes.

Wilkinson, maybe, but there's no way she would kill a cop.

-Are you sure?

-I'm positive.

There's no way.

She couldn't do that.

-I was right.

You are a fool.

Listen.

RADIO: It's Frayne.

Patch me through to the inspector.

OK, Ingrid, just relax.

Nobody's going to--

INGRID [OVER RADIO]: That's right.

Nobody's going to stop me.

I'm sorry.

FRAYNE [OVER RADIO]: I have a wife and children.

No, please, don't!

[gunshot]

INGRID [OVER RADIO]: But I can't let anyone stop me.

RADIO: Calling all cars.

Officer needs assistance.

Olympia Hotel--

-A police station log tape.

Where is she?

MacLeod, that woman will killed anyone

who gets in her way.

For the last time, where is she?

-I don't know.

-I hope you have a dark suit, because soon you will be going

to the funeral of a friend.

-Hold it!

-Don't move!

-It's no Wilkinson, Ingrid.

Drop it.

Drop it, or you are dead.

It's not him.

What a waste.

-You're not driving, are you?

-Never gets any easier.

-What?

-The killing, I mean.

-Maybe it's not supposed to.

-Maybe if I die a little tonight, it will even things

out between me and God.

-I hear Wilkinson's speech is back on for tomorrow night.

-This time he is on his own.

-When I was a little boy, everything was black and

white, good and evil, you see?

Then I grew up and discovered that there was only gray.

I'm sorry I had to kill your friend.

-The Ingrid I knew I'll never forget.

But the one you killed?

I don't even know who she was.

You did what you had to do.

-But was I right?

If this fascist scum Wilkinson becomes your president in the

next 5 or 10 years, how am I going to sleep at night?

-I would have made the same choice.

-They call me a racist.

Why?

Because I have the guts to tell the truth.

-That's right!

-It's not my truth.

It's not your truth.

It is the truth.

And the truth is, I can't support a government that is

weak, corrupt, and taxes us to death!

[applause]

-And to protect us and our children from these hoodlums

and crackheads, we're gonna do it ourselves!

[applause]

-She's not here.

-She will be.

She has to be.

-Truth is that it's time for every true American, and we

know who we are, to stand up and say, we're not gonna take

it anymore!

[applause]

-This guy gives me a headache.

Let's get out of here.

-Oh, no, there's something else.

-Do we want a white America?

Do we want a free American?

Do we want a free America for our troops?

-I'm telling you, Max, she's a no show.

-Then you're gonna vote for a New Freedom Party!

This is the New Freedom Party!

Are you with me?

Are you with me?

-Are you certain there's no other way than a bomb?

[applause]

[buzzing]

-Ingrid, don't do this.

Dozens of innocent people are going to die.

-Innocence is relative.

You've lived long enough to know that.

-What about the cop you killed?

What was his crime?

He was just doing his job.

He didn't care about Wilkinson.

He didn't care about politics.

-Just like those German officers we

killed with that bomb?

They were just soldiers.

Ah, yes.

But the price of killing Hitler.

Except we didn't.

-That was difficult.

That was war.

Put it down.

-I can't.

Duncan.

-I don't wanna do this.

-We're old friends.

-This goes beyond friendship.

-You'll never be able to do it.

I know you.

You're better than I am.

-Please.

-Imagine a world without tyrants.

Without dictators.

-I can't let you kill everybody in that room.

-You're prepared to sacrifice all that?

For what?

For a group of arrogant, racist bastards who are no

better than he is.

-It doesn't matter what they are.

Put it down, damn you!

You have no right to do this.

-But you have the right to stop me?

How is that different from my killing them?

It's now or never, Duncan.

-No!

RADIO: Are you with me, my friends?

[cheering]

[interposing voices]

[cheering]

-Seig heil.

Seig heil.

Seig heil.

-New Freedom Party!

BRESLAW'S VOICE: When I was a little boy, everything was

black and white.

Good and evil, you see.

Then I grew up and discovered there was only gray.

-Great speech.

-It was a nice speech.

-New Freedom Party!

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, it was a nice speech.

-New Freedom Party!

You got my vote, Mister.

-Are you OK?

-Ingrid asked me something before she died.

-They usually do.

-She said, what was the difference between her killing

them and me killing her.

-Good question.

Right up there with chicken and egg.

-So, what are you saying?

There is no answer?

-No, there is an answer.

But the real question is whether you're ready for it.

Stefanovich killed, and Ingrid judged him.

Wilkinson killed, and Ingrid judged him.

Ingrid killed, and you judged her.

-So, who judges me?

-You hungry?

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