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[grunting]

-Ah.

[grunting]

[grunting]

-Oh.

-I never saw that riposte coming.

-I got lucky, I guess.

-No.

That was more than luck, but I appreciate the lie.

We haven't been formally introduced.

I'm Armando Baptista.

-Duncan MacLeod.

-Ah.

-Baptista-- didn't you fence for Argentina in the '84

Olympics?

-Ah-- and you?

You fenced for, uh--

-I gave up my amateur standing a long time ago.

-Really?

How about lunch, MacLeod?

-Oh, I have a few errands to run.

-Oh, please--

the least you can do is allow me to lose graciously, no?

What do you say?

My home, two hours?

-Why not?

-I'll leave you my card at the door.

-OK.

I'll see you later.

-Goodbye.

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

I don't think we've been introduced.

[grunting]

-Now we have.

You're not my business, but if you ever get in my way again,

you will be.

[grunting]

-Oh.

My lucky day.

JOE DAWSON [NARRATING]: 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 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"]

-I didn't get into this business to make friends.

This is my paper.

If he's corrupt, I have to print it.

People are dead because of him.

We have to shut him down--

or find the second source.

Uh huh.

Yes.

Well, pay him if you have to, but mail it down, uh?

-Papa?

-Princess, please, I'm on the phone, huh?

-I hate my new school.

-[speaking spanish]

Mia, honey, the school's in New York, they are wonderful,

no?

-But I don't like it there.

I want to go home.

-Mia, this is an important call.

I have to talk to him.

No?

Why don't you take Maxine and go and

play, and we talk later.

Yeah?

-OK.

-OK.

-He's this way on the path.

You made quite an impression this morning.

-Nice place he's got here.

Baptista must sell a lot of newspapers.

-Ha ha hah-- enough.

-Hello.

-That's Mia, Senior Baptista's daughter.

-I don't care who.

They'll come after us.

We go after them.

It's all part of the game, no?

But we print it.

Si--

front page.

-Uh?

Well, tell those bastards they know where to find me.

Eh?

-I think they already have.

-What?

-Found you.

[giggling]

[giggling]

[giggling]

[GIGGLING

-You're telling me an assassin, a woman, was trying

to kill me with this arrow.

-It's a crossbow bolt.

It's not an arrow, and it's designed to kill.

-And exactly how did you find it?

-Just lucky, again, Mr. Baptista.

Just lucky.

-Katya.

-Mia.

Ah-- little Mia.

Oh, sweetie, I missed you so much.

-I miss you, too.

-You're so sweet.

You look lovely.

Is this a new dress.

It's so beautiful.

-I have a new puppy.

See?

He's a corgi.

-Oh, wow, he's so cute.

You know, the queen has exactly the same kind of dogs.

-I knew that.

-Makes him kind of royal, don't you think?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

Mia, sweetie, where's your father?

-We fence, I invite you to lunch, and you turn up with a

story right out of, uh, "Mission Impossible." And I'm

not supposed to be skeptical, eh?

-Skeptical is fine.

Stupid isn't.

-I'm not stupid, Mr. MacLeod, or gullible.

-It's her.

-What?

-She's here.

-Mia--

Mia's down there.

-There was a woman here.

Did you see her?

This is important.

Did you see anyone?

-You're scaring her.

-It's all right.

It's OK.

It's all right, don't be scared.

She was here.

-Mia, did you see anyone?

-Just me and Maxine.

-OK.

Come--

we'll go back to the house.

Lunch is over.

Come.

-Who are you?

-The name's Katya.

-You should've gotten out while I gave you the chance.

-That was a chance?

-If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead.

-Maybe.

-Why are you trying to kill Armando Baptista?

-Why are you trying to kill Armando Baptista?

-Because he killed Elena.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Who was Elena?

KATYA [OFFSCREEN]: She was my daughter.

-Taxi.

KATYA [OFFSCREEN]: I found Elena Moreno in Buenos Aires.

Millions of people, and she was alone, barely surviving.

She was only six years old.

You should have seen her.

She was tiny, starving, begging for scraps, living on

other people's garbage.

There was something in her eyes, something that reached

out and grabbed my soul.

All she knew was her name and that her

parents didn't want her.

I couldn't walk past her.

Sometimes I would make believe that she was part of my own

flesh and blood, and maybe because I could never have to

have my own, I wanted to be the best mother in the world.

I wanted to give her back some of what she had given me.

I watched her grow up.

She was beautiful.

And when she was old enough, I told her the truth about me.

We kept moving so that the world wouldn't know I wasn't

getting any older.

I went from being her mother to being her older sister, to

her younger sister.

But she was always my little girl.

-[speaking spanish]

KATYA [OFFSCREEN]: I came to her home one night.

Armando Baptista had shot my beautiful baby.

-Elena!

Elena--

-[speaking spanish]--

-Get out of my way.

-[speaking spanish]

-Mama.

-Elena, you're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be all right.

OK?

You're gon-- you're gonna be fine.

-I've been bad.

Am I dying?

-No, baby, I'm not going to let you die.

You're gonna be fine, OK?

-Mama--

-Yes?

Mama, stay with me.

-I'm here.

I'm not going anywhere.

-Stay with me.

-No.

-Why didn't you go to the police?

-Oh, there were police, and a judge, and a jury.

But in places like Argentina, a man with important friends--

-He walked.

-Mortal law failed, MacLeod.

But I won't.

My little girl will have justice.

-I'm sorry if that man scared you, Mia, this afternoon.

Huh?

You like playing with your new dog, huh?

-Maxim's not just a dog.

He's a royal dog.

-Oh.

Because you own him?

-No, silly, because the Queen of England has lots of them.

-Really?

Who told you that?

-It's a secret.

-Ah, I see.

Oh.

Did the Queen ask you not to tell?

No?

The King?

No?

I, uh, I give up, Mia.

-Aunt Katya--

-Mia--

when did you see Aunt Katya?

-I wasn't supposed to tell.

-The man was right, eh?

She was here?

This afternoon?

Jose?

-Yes, senior?

-Katya's in town.

Find her, and dig up all you can on Duncan MacLeod.

-OK, sir.

-Mia, come.

Come-- let's go.

-I'm a busy man, MacLeod.

I don't have the time.

-Make the time.

-I don't think so.

-The door is this way, senior.

-Elena Moreno.

-Jose--

show Mr. MacLeod into the office.

But, first, make sure he's comfortable.

-He said comfortable.

-Before we discuss Elena, let's talk about you.

-There's nothing to talk about.

-You'd be surprised.

Duncan MacLeod, born in Glasgow in 1962 at a St.

Allistair's hospital which burned down in 1966,

conveniently destroying all the original records.

Your parents, John and Mary, die in a car accident when you

were still a child.

So you were raised by a maiden aunt in America.

-Judith.

I still miss her.

-Hmm.

But she dies of a stroke when you're 17.

It's amazing how everyone who knew you as a child seems to

be, uh, unreachable or dead.

-It's a sad story.

-Hmm.

Was it Oscar Wilde who said, "Losing one parent is a

tragedy?"

-"And losing both is carelessness." Oscar was a

cynic.

-And you, Mr. MacLeod, are a liar.

I have been in the newspaper business all my life.

I can smell a fake.

And you, my friend, stink.

-She's out there, and she's coming, and there's nothing

you can do to stop her.

-Why is my life so important to you, eh?

-All life is important to me, Mr.

Baptista, even Elena Moreno's.

Why did you kill her?

ARMANDO [OFFSCREEN]: Elena and I had been

married for 10 years.

Ramon Castillo had been my right arm for nearly as long.

-Ah--

Ramon.

-I have to final itinerary.

-Ah.

Paris, Nice, Rome, Venice--

nine cities in 12 days, eh.

You trying to kill me, eh?

-I have to keep the advertisers happy.

-Ah, I think I taught you too well, no?

-What time is the car coming?

-I'm driving myself to the airport so we

have a little time.

-Good.

-Now, you're sure that it's OK if Mia stays with me tonight,

right?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

The, uh, housekeeper will be with her during that dinner

thing I have to attend, but she'll be

asleep by then anyway.

-She's been looking forward to it for weeks.

I'll be fine.

-You look great.

Do you mind if I help myself?

-No, not at all.

-I think we need more ice.

Katya-- a little help?

-Sure.

What-- for ice?

-Yes, please.

-OK.

-How could you do that to me?

-Do what?

-Put the moves on Ramon like that?

-Me?

It's not my fault he can't keep his hands to himself.

-Just stay away from him.

-Elena, what are you doing?

-Ramon makes me feel beautiful.

He makes me feel young.

Some of us can't stay 27 forever.

-Does Armando know?

-Mama, I've only one short life.

Let me live it.

-Please be careful, Elena.

And, and think of Mia.

You know he'll find out.

They always do.

-Ramon, how could you do this to me?

I can't believe it.

-The shots don't lie.

I'm sorry, Senior.

Do you want to see more?

-No.

-Are you all right?

[moaning]

[laughing]

[laughing]

[moaning]

[laughing and moaning]

[cocking pistol]

-Armando--

no!

-Ah.

[groaning]

ARMANDO [OFFSCREEN]: I telephoned for an ambulance,

but she died on the way to the hospital.

-I loved her.

-So much that you killed her?

-You weren't there.

You didn't see them.

Castillo was my protege.

He was like, uh, a brother to me with my wife.

-So they had to die because you got your feelings hurt?

-No.

There was no thought, no plan.

The courts understood.

It was a crime of passion.

-It was murder, and you beat it.

-Did I?

Do you have any idea what it's like to see my little

daughter's face every day, see her mother looking back at me?

She has no idea how her mother died.

-Yes, but she will, because Katya's not going away.

What does she want me to do?

Kill myself, huh?

Well, tell me.

Tell me.

How can I kill my little girl's father when I've

already killed her mother.

Huh?

-I haven't come here to tell you what to do, or how

to live your life.

That's your choice.

[knocking on the door]

-Come in.

-Where are they?

-Disneyland?

-Armando's disappeared, and taken my

granddaughter with him.

-You hungry?

-What?

-I got some fresh basil in the fridge, and, uh, I got some

parmigiano, too.

I've got some extra virgin olive oil somewhere.

I hope there's some pine nuts.

-MacLeod?

-Hmm?

-I need answers.

-Pesto's no good without pine nuts.

Now, what about the wine?

I say we go with the red.

French?

Or Italian?

What do you think?

Hmm?

-French.

-You know, I came here thinking I might

have to kill you.

-You don't get out much, do you?

-Not lately, no.

-Too busy being the sword of justice?

-Don't joke.

-I'm not.

-Why are you protecting him?

-It's not about him.

-You ever raise a child, MacLeod?

Do you ever wish that you had?

-Katya, killing's not the answer.

-What about revenge?

-The emptiness you feel, it won't be filled by anger, or

revenge, or hate.

Armando's death would just leave you feeling emptier.

And I don't think you need to feel emptier.

I think you need to feel life.

Hmm?

-[laughing]

-Your life.

-[laughing]

-Oops.

-Oops.

-And for Elena.

[giggling]

-So how old are you, really?

-Well, the next birthday I'll be, uh, 406.

-You're pretty smart--

for a kid.

-Good morning.

-Every time I close my eyes, I see them.

-Who?

-The jury.

They thought Armando's precious honor was more

valuable than my daughters life.

-That's the system.

-No, it was his jury--

12 men, good and true.

I've seen it before.

-Piece for me there, sweetie?

-Sorry, Quigley.

Rolf says you go to pay for what you've already drunk.

Besides, one more mug, and Mistress Quigley's gonna come

fetch you home in a cart.

And you wouldn't want that to happen again, now would you?

No.

Go on then.

Nope-- come on.

Off you go.

You go home now, and sleep it off.

Go on.

[laughing]

-Alesman, there's gold in it for you.

Clear the house.

-Out-- everybody.

-What is he doing?

[muttering]

-I waited.

All night, I waited, and you never came.

-I told you I wouldn't.

-Katya, I love you.

I want to be with you so badly it makes me burn, like fire.

-I can't.

I can't.

-Katya--

-No more secrets.

No more hiding in empty barns, and midnight meetings.

I won't be the nobleman's whore any longer.

-No, that is not true-- that is not true.

Who says these things?

-But it is true.

William, I want a family--

children.

But I won't let them grow up the way I

did, without a father.

I love you.

You know that.

But I--

I'd rather marry the poorest goatherd in the land than bear

the bastards of Lord William of Godrey.

-I'll talk to my father.

I will make it right.

-There's nothing you can do.

There's nothing you can do.

Someone like you and someone like me could never happen.

-No.

-Goodbye, William.

-I don't care how many harlots you keep, or how many

bastards you sire.

But you will keep it secret, and you will keep them hidden.

And by God, you will keep them out off sight of your mother.

-She is not a harlot.

-Hah!

-I am going to marry her.

-When will you grow up, William?

Think of your inheritance.

Think of your title.

Are you going to throw all that away on a tavern whore?

-I love her.

-[laughing]

-And if you disinherit me, father, you'll have to leave

the kingdom to your brother Leopold.

-Leopold?

That idiot.

I'd rather burn it to the ground.

-The tavern whore or your brother Leopold--

which is it to be, father?

-My son, my son, you give me no choice.

-He, uh, he said yes.

-Yes?

Yes?

It's impossible.

-No, it's a miracle.

He, uh, he wants to meet you tonight at dinner.

-Oh, no.

I, I can't.

It's--

-Huh?

-All those high born people.

I mean, what would I wear?

-[LAUGHING] My father's already thought of that.

This dress is my mother's, and he wants you to have it.

-Oh, for heaven's sake.

I feel like I'm dreaming.

-It's true.

[thunder crackles]

-Your Lordship, Katya of Greenhill.

-Good evening, your Lordship.

I was expecting William.

-My son has been unavoidably detained.

Let us proceed with the evidence.

Bring on the witnesses.

-Evidence?

Witnesses?

Your Lordship, what is this about?

-Mrs. Quigley, come forward.

You have testified that a week ago that woman passed your

house and gave it the evil eye.

Since then two of your best milking cows have dried up.

And now your husband has taken to unnatural walks, calling

out this witch's name.

-Witch?

I'm no witch.

-Quigley, you would also swear to this?

-No, it's not true.

-Alesman.

Come forward.

You have also testified that you have seen her mixing

potions and spells in the shed behind the alehouse, spells

she used to bewitch William of Godfrey.

-Rolf, you're my friend.

-This witch has employed her unnatural powers

to seduce my son.

Look, she even wears his mother's dress to lure him.

Only someone in league with Satan could tempt William to

desire such a base-borne wench.

-No, there is no witchcraft.

William loves me as I love him.

I swear I am innocent, your Lordship.

-Silence.

You will be taken to the quarry at dawn, and there you

will be stoned until you are dead.

-No, your Lordship.

No.

-And that is a fitting end to a devil's whore.

-No.

I beg you.

I am innocent.

-Take her away.

-No.

I beg you.

Justice.

No, I'm innocent.

Let me go.

Rolf, don't let them do this to me.

Ah.

William.

-I went out to dinner expecting to be treated like a

young bride, and I woke up in a charnel pit--

immortal.

Men's justice, Duncan.

-Katya, it's not all men.

-I don't want to kill all men--

just one.

-Katya.

Katya.

[bell tolling]

-Jose, make sure the place is locked up tight.

I don't want any surprises from Katya.

Eh?

-Yes.

[door squeaking]

-[groaning]

-Is this about his guilt or yours?

-Stay out of my way, Duncan.

-You were a good mother.

There's nothing you could have done to stop it.

-I can end it.

-Katya--

-The only way you're going to stop me is to kill me.

-I haven't come to kill you or to stop you.

Just to tell you that, if you do this, you'll never heal.

Nothing will ever be the same.

Let it go.

-Katya.

Jose.

Jose.

-He won't be coming.

Isn't this the same kind of gun you used to kill Elena?

-For God's sake, Katya, what do you want from me?

-I want you to die.

-Don't you think I would anything to have her back?

I was crazy that night.

It was not my fault.

They knew that at the trial.

-Then I think it's time we had another trial.

Pick it up.

I said, pick it up.

-I'm giving you one chance, Armando.

Right now--

you and me.

-Katya, this is insane.

-Papa.

-Mia--

go away.

Go away, get out.

-Princess, please, go.

It's OK.

Take care of her.

-Mia loves him.

-Maybe I should never have told her.

Maybe I destroyed any chance Elena had to be happy.

I don't know.

All I know is that I have to go away and sort this stuff

out.

-You gave her a life, a mother, a love she would never

had known without you.

-Yeah.

You know, I always wonder why we can never have children.

I used to think it was a curse, but it's not.

-We lose friends, and we lose lovers.

It always hurts.

-But no one should ever have to lose a child.

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