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[eerie background sound]

[Ramirez] From the dawn of time we came,

moving silently down through the centuries.

Living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the gathering,

when the few who remain will battle to the last.

No one has ever known we were among you...

until now.

♪ Here we are ♪

♪ Born to be kings We're the princes of the universe ♪

♪ Here we belong ♪

♪ Fighting to survive In a world with the darkest power ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ And here we are We're the princes of the universe ♪

♪ Here we belong fighting for survival ♪

♪ We've come to be the rulers Of your world ♪

♪ I am immortal I have inside me blood of kings ♪

♪ I have no rival No man can be my equal ♪

♪ Take me to the future of your world ♪

-[crowd cheering] -[exhilarating music playing]

[presenter] ...and the Tonga Kid.

Their opponents, in the corner to my right...

with a combined weight of 725 pounds...

the toasts of the coasts from Brad Street, USA, Atlanta, Georgia...

the Fabulous Free birds!

Yeah!

[eerie music playing]

[crowd sound drowns out]

[exhilarating music playing]

[crowd cheering]

Yes! Come on! You gotta love it!

-[sombre music playing] -[crowd chanting] Kill MacCleod.

All these guys fight for king.

...the kings. Come on! Stomp on the son of...

[loud groan]

[silent cheering]

[man shouting] You're gonna love this!

[groans]

[man shouts] Don't give him a chance! Don't give him a chance!

[man] Hey! Where you going?

[unsettling music playing]

[cracking sound]

[Fasil] MacLeod.

[Connor] Fasil. Wait.

[suspenseful music playing]

[grunts]

[shouts]

All right.

[grunting and groaning]

[heavy panting]

[groaning]

[shouting]

[threatening music playing]

[grunting]

[relieved sigh]

[moaning and groaning]

[alarm ringing]

[eerie music playing]

[engines revving]

-[pained shouting] -[dramatic music playing]

[glass breaking] [loud explosions]

[MacLeod shouts]

[relieved sigh]

[creaking]

[sombre music playing]

[police sirens wailing]

-[triumphant music playing] -[villagers laughing]

[Connor] MacLeod!

[man] MacLeod! The MacLeods.

[Father Rainey] May this year of our Lord 1536

bring victory to the Clan MacLeod!

[villagers] MacLeod!

-Victory to MacLeod! -MacLeod!

[man] Hurry up! Hurry up!

Are you scared, Connor? [laughs]

No, Cousin Dugal. I'm not!

-[Dugal laughs] -[Angus] Don't talk nonsense, man.

I peed my Kilt the first time I went into battle.

Aye. Angus pees his Kilt all the time!

[villagers laughing and talking]

[Kate] Connor!

Connor!

Connor! Wait! Wait!

Take these flowers and think of me.

Remember, you fight with God on your side, Connor.

Aye. A girl like that can wound a soldier

-more than a Frazer sword, my friend. -[Kate] Wait! Connor! Wait! Angus!

You and Dugal keep him in one piece! Do you hear?

Aye, we all know what piece that is!

[wind blowing]

[gloomy bagpipe music playing]

[soldiers cheering]

[loud shrieking]

[Kurgan sighs deeply] There is one called Connor among them.

[Murdoch] Aye.

Remember our agreement, Murdoch.

The boy is mine.

[Murdoch] It's begun.

-Death to the MacLeods! -[soldiers] Death to the MacLeods!

Death to the MacLeods!

[soldiers] Death to the Frazers!

[shouting]

[grunting and groaning]

MacLeod!

[grunting and groaning]

[Connor] Come on!

MacLeod!

[soldier] Now you stay under.

Forgive me... my son.

[Connor] Fight me, damn you!

-[soldier] That's Connor MacLeod. -Fight me, you cowards!

No, not him!

Castrate the heathens!

[soldier] Nobody will fight me!

-They all run away. -[Dugal laughs] Great, laddie, stay by me.

[horse whinnies]

-[Kurgan laughs] -Mother of God.

[Kurgan] Fight me!

-[Kurgan grunts] -[Dugal] Kurgan! No!

[Angus] Come on, quick!

There can be only one!

[loud grunt]

-Another time, MacLeod! -[MacLeod calls out in pain]

[exhilarating music playing]

[police sirens wailing]

[Haggerty] Get out of the car!

Put your hands on the hood!

[tyres screeching]

[Haggerty] Move!

[Garfield] Okay!

[Garfield] Watch it, freak! Just cool it!

[Haggerty] Watch him! Watch him!

Move! Come on! Come on! Move! Come on! Get up there!

[loud grunt]

-[Garfield] Spread 'em! Spread 'em! -[Haggerty] Come on!

Let's see some ID, pal.

Well, Mr. Nash. Where were you going in such a hurry?

Give me it! Give me it! Give me it!

Don't move, pal.

Don't even breathe!

[gloomy bagpipe music playing]

In no mine patri et filii et spiritu sancti.

Amen.

It is over.

[Kate wails] No!

Other men are dying this day. I must attend them.

Quiet!

[laboured breathing]

He's a highlander, by God!

The last sound he hears should not be that of a wailing woman!

[shutters clicking]

[loud talking and shouting]

[Brenda] Hey, come on, let me through.

Damn it, Frank. Forensics is supposed to be notified the same time as homicide.

Holy shit.

[Moran] Yeah, this one came unassembled.

[Brenda] Did you make an arrest?

No. We're questioning some guy named Nash. Antique dealer down on Hudson Street.

-[Walt] Hello, Brenda. -Hey, Walt.

You look pretty, Brenda.

[Garfield] What do you think's the cause of death, Lieutenant, huh?

[laughter]

Oh, Christ, you're a barrel of laughs, Garfield.

[man] Get your hands off!

Hey, Garf, when you're gonna explain this to my wife, man?

Walter, get me a cherry-cheese danish too, please.

[Moran] Now what did I say? What time did he buy it?

[Garfield] Uh, about ten, ten-thirty.

Whatever made the cut was razor sharp.

[Moran] Get out! I'll talk if you get out of here with these cameras!

[Bedsoe] Frank! Frank!

-Oh, my God. -[Bedsoe] Two days ago in the teletype,

there was a guy that was killed just like this over in Jersey.

Yeah, but I'm thinking, what the hell. That's Jersey.

[man] Hey, coppers, stop chatting. I wanna get out of here.

[Brenda] Hey, Frank. Come here.

Oh, shit!

Ooh, baby. Look at you.

-Garfield, cover that head. -[delighted sigh]

[laughs with delight]

-What the hell have you got? -A Toledo-Salamanca.

-A what? -A sword, Frank. A very rare sword.

-Well, is it worth much? -Only about a million bucks.

Any antique dealer on Hudson Street could tell you that.

[Moran] Hey! Where are you going? I told you you're working late tonight.

[woman] You can't keep me here! I know... I know my rights!

[unsettling music playing]

[woman] Where's my lawyer?

[phone ringing]

[door clicks open]

Ever see this guy before, Nash?

[Moran] His name's Vazilek,

Polish national. Had his head chopped off in New Jersey two nights ago.

You ever get over to New Jersey, Nash?

Not if I can help it.

You talk funny, Nash. Where you from?

Lots of different places.

-You're an antique dealer, right? -Mm-hmm.

Okay. What's that?

A sword?

Wise up, smart ass.

[Moran] It's a Toledo-Salamanca broadsword worth about a million bucks.

So?

So you want to hear a theory?

-Mm-hmm. -You went down that garage

to buy this sword from that guy-- What's his name?

I don't know. You tell me.

Okay, his name's Iman Fasil.

You fought about the price and cut off his head.

Want to hear another theory?

This Fasil was so upset about the lousy wrestling tonight,

he went down to the garage, and in a fit of depression,

cut off his own head.

That's not funny, Walt.

Are you a faggot, Nash?

Why, Garfield? You cruising for a piece of ass?

I'll tell you what happened, Russell.

You went down to the garage for a blow job.

You just didn't want to pay for it.

[scoffs] You are sick.

-[Moran] Hey! Hey! -Hey! Hey, what are you doing?

[Bedsoe] Stop! Stop it!

-What, are you crazy? -[Moran] Break it up, goddamn it!

[Moran] That's enough! That's it. Enough. Cut it out.

I did when I said cut it out!

-Am I under arrest? -Not yet.

Then we're through.

Nash, we're just getting started.

[shrieking and clapping]

[newscaster] ...a garage and water from the sprinkler.

It also left a man's decapitated body lying on the floor

next to his own severed head.

A head, which at this time, has no name.

[Kurgan] I know his name.

♪ Here I am ♪

♪ I'm the master of your destiny ♪

♪ I am the one the only one I am the god of kingdom come ♪

♪ Give me the prize Just give me the prize ♪

[Kenny] Okay, Mr. Victor Kruger. Room 315.

And I'm gonna hit you for 20 in advance.

Uh, hey, uh.

If there's anything you need, you know, broads, uh, blow, just dial 0, huh?

[old man] That's right, Mr. Kruger. Lucky Strike means fine tobacco.

[mumbling]

-Don't talk to the guests. -I didn't do nothing. I was just sitting--

[unsettling music playing]

At last...

the gathering.

[knock on the door]

[prostitute] Hi.

I'm Candy.

[deep sigh]

Of course you are.

[phone rings]

-[Brenda] Come on in. -Hiya.

-Hi. -Got a present for you from the coroner.

-Yeah, what's that?

Pieces of metal. Found 'em on the dead guy under the Garden.

In the wound and on the clothes.

Real smooth shave.

That can't be right.

Son of a bitch.

[metal scraping]

[footsteps clunk on stairs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[beeping]

[faster beeping]

[glass clinking]

Who's there?

[footsteps running]

[soulful bar music playing]

-[Phil] Hey, Brenda. Usual? -Lots of it.

Oh.

Say when.

When.

Excuse me a minute, Brenda.

[man] Double Glenmorangie on the rocks.

[Phil corrects pronunciation] Glenmorangie. Right.

[man] Go to the Garden often?

[Phil and Brenda] What did you say?

Hmm?

What did you say?

Madison Square Garden.

Do you go there often?

Why?

Basketball? The circus? Wrestling?

Why are you asking me about the Garden? Have you been following me?

I'd like to walk you home, Brenda.

[annoyed sigh]

I can take care of myself.

♪ It's always a rainy day without you ♪

♪ I'm a prisoner of love inside you ♪

♪ I'm falling apart all around you ♪

[sinister music playing]

[gasping]

Be quiet!

-[dramatic music playing] -[Brenda gasps with shock]

[grunting]

[Brenda] Here. Take this.

[Kurgan laughs wickedly]

[grunting and moaning]

Nice to see you again, MacLeod.

-Nice to see you. -[calls out in pain]

-No! -There can be only one!

-[Kurgan sighs] -No!

[grunting]

[police] You, on the ground. This is the police.

Put down your weapons.

Put your hands on your head.

Another time, Highlander! I will find you!

[police] Hey! Hold it right there! Come back here!

[Brenda] Stop! Wait!

Who in the name of God was that? He called you Highlander.

What did he mean? "There can be only one." Only one what?

-Listen, lady, you almost got yourself-- -I want to know--

-Shut up!

Don't you ever follow me again.

You only have one life. If you value it, go home.

[vehicle approaching]

[boisterous laugh]

[muffled talking]

You saw the wound, Angus.

He should have died.

I say he's got the devil in him.

[dog barking]

[uncomfortable silence]

[drumming sounds]

Drinking with us, are you?

What's the matter, Dugal?

[Dugal] You, talking and breathing...

and last night, all but a corpse.

[Dugal] How did you manage that, Connor MacLeod?

Would you rather I was dead?

It's not natural.

He's in league with Lucifer.

[confused talking]

Don't say that, Kate.

I'll say it.

You've the devil in you.

We've been kinsmen 20 years.

Connor MacLeod was my kinsman.

I don't know who you are.

-Angus. -You better go, Connor.

I'm not going anywhere.

-[shouting and screaming] -[Brenda] He's the devil! Kill him!

[man] Lucifer!

[man] Burn the devil out of him!

[man] All right. Get him down.

-[woman] Burn him! -Dugal!

-Leave him be! -Dugal...

[woman] Dugal, get him!

-[MacLeod sighs with dismay] -He's your cousin, man!

[pained screaming]

No, Angus!

[Angus] Quiet! Quiet!

There'll be no burning here today!

[Angus] We'll banish him!

-No! Burn him! -[Dugal] Stop it, Kate!

[screaming and shouting]

[Kate] Burn him! Angus, burn him!

-Can you walk? -I'll bloody well walk out of here.

[Angus] Then go! While you still can.

-I'll never forget you, Angus. -[bright music playing]

[weary music playing]

[metal clinking]

[bright music playing]

[Heather] That's a good dog.

-Pie and ale. Do you want it? -[MacLeod] Aye. Right now.

[Heather chuckles]

You filthy sod! You're all muck and muscle.

Aye, blossom. The way you like it.

[sensual panting]

You can do that to me forever, if you like, my lord.

Will you, Connor?

Aye, blossom. I will.

[music intensifies]

[horseman calls out]

[Ramirez] Greetings.

I am Juan Sanchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez,

chief metallurgist to King Charles V of Spain...

and I'm at your service.

Who?

-What do you want? -You.

[thunder rolling]

-You're Connor MacLeod. -Maybe I am and--

You're Connor MacLeod,

wounded in battle and driven from your village of Glenfinnan

five years ago.

-[thunder rolling] -Connor!

Heather, go in the house.

-I'll stay right here. -Do as I say, woman!

[pained grunt]

[shouting]

[Ramirez] The sensation you're feeling...

is the quickening.

Who are you?

We are the same, MacLeod!

We are brothers!

-[man] Hey. -I knew you guys were bottle-fed.

[Moran] Yeah, well, there's not a hell of a lot I can do about it, pal.

[Moran] You see what I'm up against?

His Vietnamese neighbour ate his dog.

Uh... that's confidential.

-How are things over in forensics? -Dull. How about lunch?

-Lunch? It's a good idea. Who pays? -Me.

You're on.

-Oh, by the way, Frank... -Yeah.

-Uh, the hairs in the Moretti case... -Uh-huh.

-They matched up. -What did I tell you?

Oh, uh, I forgot my purse.

I'll meet you outside.

[Moran] Garfield, Brenda and I are going to lunch.

[metal scraping]

[bright music playing]

[Ramirez] Sometimes, MacLeod, the sharpest blade is not enough.

[Ramirez] B-A-L-A-N-C-E.

Balance.

I don't like boats! I don't like water! I'm a man, not a fish.

Oh, you complain endlessly.

You look like a woman, you stupid haggis.

Haggis? What is haggis?

Sheep's stomach stuffed with meat and barley.

And what do you do with it?

You eat it.

How revolting.

Be still, for God's sake. You'll tip us over!

-So? -I cannot swim, you Spanish peacock.

-I'm not Spanish. I'm Egyptian. -You said you were from Spain!

You're a liar!

You have the manners of a goat, and you smell like a dung heap.

And you have no knowledge whatsoever of your potential.

-Now... get out! -No!

[dramatic music playing]

[MacLeod] Help! Help! Help!

Help!

-Help me, I'm drowning! -You can't drown, you fool.

-You're immortal! -I'm drowning.

[playful music playing]

[MacLeod with gurgled voice] I'm drowning! Come help!

[Ramirez, echoed] Dioscuri, Heavenly Father.

[Macleod with gurgled voice] I'm alive.

I can breathe.

[laughing]

I'll slice you in half.

[serious music playing]

[Ramirez shouts]

Crude and slow, clansman. Your attack was no better than that of a clumsy child.

Hey!

This cannot be. It's the devil's work.

You cannot die, MacLeod. Accept it.

-I hate you. -Good.

That is a perfect way to start.

[MacLeod] Tell me, how did it happen, for God's sake?

Why does the sun come up, hmm?

Or are the stars just pinholes in the curtain of night? Who knows?

What I do know is, that because you were born different,

men will fear you, try to drive you away...

like the people of your village.

Burn him!

You must learn to conceal your special gift

and harness your power...

until the time of the gathering.

What gathering?

When only a few of us are left, we will feel an irresistible pull

towards a faraway land...

to fight for the prize.

Come on!

Faster!

[grunts]

Never lose your temper.

If your head comes away from your neck, it's over.

[bright music playing]

[smug laughter]

[creaking]

[grunts]

Never overextend your thrust.

You're vulnerable and off balance.

Connor!

Heather, please.

[moaning]

If it came down to us two, would you take my head?

[sly grin]

[Ramirez] We must fight until only one remains.

You are safe only on holy ground. None of us will violate that law.

It's tradition.

Now for the last.

Trust me.

Let yourself feel the stag.

His heart...

beating.

His blood...

coursing.

You feel?

-Come on! - I feel him.

MacLeod, come on!

- I feel him! -Come on!

I feel him!

[MacLeod] Come on, haggis!

MacLeod.

-This is the quickening. -Yeah!

[Ramirez] Yeah!

[Ramirez] Now, pendejo, shall we see what sort of swordsman you've become?

En garde!

Very good.

[sniggers]

Give me your hand, brother.

-[lively bagpipe music playing] -[villagers talking and laughing]

That one there. How much is it?

-You know that's Lancelot. -[giggles]

[grunting and groaning]

Put him in.

But what I want is a family.

You cannot have a family. We cannot have children.

That won't please Heather. I'll tell you that for nothing.

He's full of life.

Connor!

Here's dinner!

I'll be off now. I fancy buying myself a new dress.

Oh, you little devils! Go on!

She's beautiful.

You must leave her, brother.

MacLeod.

I was born 2437 years ago.

In that time, |I've had three wives.

The last was Shakiko, a Japanese princess.

Her father, Masamune, a genius, made this for me...

in 593 BC.

It is the only one of its kind...

like his daughter.

When Shakiko died, I was shattered. I would save you that pain.

Please. Let Heather go.

[unsettling music playing]

[Ramirez] When we first met, you felt ill, remember?

That wasn't the first time you felt that sensation, was it?

No. When the MacLeods fought the Frazers...

and a black knight...

I felt it then.

-Only it was different, more painful. -That black knight was the Kurgan.

It's because of him that I sought you out.

[bright music playing]

[MacLeod] Who is the Kurgan? And where does he come from?

[Ramirez] The Kurgans were an ancient people

from the steppes of Russia.

For amusement, they tossed children into pits with hungry dogs

to fight for meat.

The Kurgan... He is the strongest of all the immortals.

He is the perfect warrior.

If he wins the prize, mortal man would suffer an eternity of darkness.

How do you fight such a savage?

With heart, faith, and steel.

In the end, there can be only one.

[Heather] It must have been very dangerous for you.

[Ramirez] Well, I was very much in love with her, my dear Heather.

She was the only thing on my mind. Not danger.

So, holding the rose in my teeth, I climbed up on the rooftop,

lowered a rope, and swung in through the open window.

Unfortunately, the lady was no longer there.

What did you do?

I introduced myself to the lady that was there.

She was most helpful.

Oh. Would you like some more wine?

Yes, please.

[sinister music playing]

[thump]

-Heather. Get out! -What's wrong?

[loud crash]

-[shouting] -Get out!

-[shouts] -[Heather screams]

[Ramirez] Kurgan!

Ramirez!

-[shouts] -[dramatic music playing]

The Highlander, where is he?

You're too late. I've prepared him for you.

You waste your time!

[gurgling]

[Heather screams]

[scared gasping]

[heavy panting]

It hurts?

[grunting]

[loud grunting]

Now you die.

You cannot win, Ramirez. I am the strongest!

-My cut has improved your voice. -[grunting]

[shouting]

[groaning]

[grunts]

[wicked laugh]

[grunting and groaning]

[rumbling]

[rumbling]

[Heather screams]

[Heather gasping and heavy breathing]

Yes!

[thunder rolling, lightning crashing]

[wicked laughter]

[shouts]

[exhales happily] It hurts.

Who is the woman?

-Oh! She's mine! -Ah! Not for much longer.

Tonight you sleep in hell!

There can be only one!

[screaming]

[loud crash]

[Kurgan] Hello, pretty.

[doorbell buzzes]

[Brenda] I'd like to speak to Russell Nash.

[Rachel] Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Nash isn't here at the moment.

[Brenda] May I call him at home? I have to talk to him today.

[Rachel] I'm afraid that won't be possible.

-Good morning. -Uh, this is Brenda Wyatt, Mr. Nash.

We've already met, Rachel.

What can I do for you?

I'd like some advice.

Are you the kind of woman who takes advice?

-That depends. -Advice about what?

What can you tell me about a seven-foot lunatic hacking away

with a broadsword at one o'clock in the morning, New York City, 19857

Not much.

What about a Japanese sword dated 600 BC, the metal in the blade folded 200 times?

I don't deal in exotic weapons.

May I show you something in 18th-century silver?

That's not why I came here and you know it.

Do you cook?

Why?

I thought we might have dinner.

-Did you? -Yes.

[Bedsoe] So I'm standing there, and there's Brenda. Our little Brenda.

You're sure it was Brenda?

She was in Nash's shop. She was talking to him.

[MacLeod] What are you looking at, Rachel?

The eyes in the back of your head.

People are asking about you.

What am I supposed to say?

-Hmm? -[scoffs] Tell them I'm immortal.

[loud crash]

[speaking German]

[girl sobbing]

[melancholic music playing]

Shh.

[whispers] Quiet...

Don't be afraid.

-What's your name? -Rachel.

-What happened? -Everybody's dead.

Shh.

I'm like you. I'm alone.

Come with me, Rachel.

[gunshot rings]

[shocked gasp]

[whispers] You're alive. Why didn't you die?

Hey. It's a kind of magic. Shh.

[grunting]

[speaking German]

-Move. -Nein.

[speaking German]

Whatever you say, Jack. You're the master race.

[sombre music playing]

Let's go.

[Rachel] That was a long time ago.

Would you listen to me for one moment, please?

You can't hide your feelings from me. I've known you too long.

-What feelings? -How about loneliness?

I'm not lonely.

-I've got everything I need right here. -Oh, no, you don't.

You refuse to let anyone love you.

Love is for poets.

[clock chiming]

You're such a romantic, Rachel.

You always were.

[gentle music playing]

[doorbell ringing]

Just a minute.

Good evening.

You want to dine in the hall or shall we step inside?

Oh...

Come in.

-May I take your coat? -No, thanks.

-What? -I'll hold on to it.

Oh, fine.

-Where are you going? - I forgot my earrings.

-Ah. -Make yourself a drink.

There are glasses, uh, in the bar.

[scoffs]

Do you know what you're doing?

I like your place, Brenda.

[Brenda] I've only been here three months. I'm still fixing it up.

[MacLeod] Interesting view.

[Brenda] What did you say?

I said, "interesting view."

Isn't it great?

You never told me what you do for a living.

I work for the Metropolitan Museum...

in acquisitions.

That explains your interest in ancient weapons.

[Brenda] Right.

Especially the samurai.

Very nice.

-Shall we have a toast? -Yes.

[gentle music playing]

Brandy.

-Bottled in 1783. -Wow. That's old.

1783 was a very good year.

Mozart wrote his great mass.

The Montgolfier Brothers went up in their first balloon.

[sniggers]

And England recognised the independence of the United States.

[Brenda] Is that right?

Yes.

What's that?

-It's for you. -Can I open it?

If you like.

-You bastard. Where did you find this? -I have an extensive library.

Odd thing. Your bio doesn't mention the Met.

It says you work for the police... in forensics.

Are you and Moran trying to set me up?

I don't work for Moran.

Then why is that bald policeman sitting outside watching your apartment?

[MacLeod] You remember him. Moran's had him tailing me.

What are you gonna do?

Question is, what are you gonna do?

You gonna turn off the tape or you gonna shoot me with the 45?

I am not looking for a killer. I am looking for a sword.

The one used on Fasil. I found pieces of it under the Garden.

-I only want to see the samurai. -Why?

I told you. Because it's not supposed to exist.

I dated pieces of the blade at 600 BC. The metal had been folded 200 times.

Now, the Japanese didn't start making swords like that till the Middle Ages.

So where the hell did it come from?

If I could verify the existence of such a weapon, it would be like...

discovering a 747 a thousand years before the Wright Brothers ever flew.

-This is crazy. -Wait a minute, Nash. I want some answers.

You want?

Don't you ever think about anything except what you want?

-[Ramirez] You must leave her, brother. -[melancholic song playing]

♪ There's no time for us ♪

♪ There's no place for us ♪

♪ What is this thing That fills our dreams ♪

♪ Yet slips away from us ♪

♪ Who wants to live forever ♪

♪ Who wants to live forever ♪

♪ There's no chance for us♪

♪ It's all decided for us ♪

♪ This world has only one sweet moment ♪

♪ Set aside for us ♪

[MacLeod] Heather!

♪ Who wants to live forever ♪

♪ Who wants to live forever ♪

Heather!

Connor, I'm here!

♪ Who dares to love forever ♪

♪ When love must die ♪

My beautiful man.

[melancholic music playing]

My husband.

I am that, my love.

I've never really known...

What?

...why you stayed.

Because I love you as much now as the first day we met.

And I love you.

I don't want to die.

I want to stay with you...

forever.

I want that too.

Will you do something for me, Connor?

What, lass?

In the years to come,

will you light a candle and remember me on my birthday?

Aye, love. I will.

I wanted to have your children.

They would have been strong and fine.

Don't see me, Connor.

Let me die in peace.

Where are we?

We're in the highlands.

Where else?

Running down a mountainside.

[MacLeod] The sun is shining.

It's not cold.

You've got your sheepskins on...

and the boots I made for you.

[MacLeod] Good night, my bonny Heather.

[MacLeod] Hey! Kastagir.

[Kastagir] MacLeod, it's good to see you again.

It seems like a hundred years.

It's been a hundred years.

How have you been?

Hey, this...

puts hairs on your chest.

-What is it? -Boom-boom.

[Kastagir] Big strong man like you shouldn't be afraid of a little boom-boom.

Or maybe you think I'm trying to poison you.

I think you're crazy, Kastagir.

[Kastagir] So... the gathering is here.

-Time's almost caught us, my friend. -Has it? Do you think we should go on?

[playful music playing]

I think we should have a party.

Oh, no. I remember last time we had a party.

Really? When exactly was that?

[Macleod] It was 1783.

[Kastagir] 1783. Oh, yes. Your famous duel on Boston Common.

[Kastagir laughs] You were drunk.

[Kastagir] What was that guy's name again?

[MacLeod] His name was Bassett.

[Hotchkiss] The heavier blade, Mr. Bassett. I implore you.

[Bassett] I am fighting this duel, Hotchkiss, not you.

-[Bassett] See if the imbecile is ready. -[MacLeod laughs]

-Mr. Bassett is waiting, sir. -Tell him I'm ready.

Christ! I've gone blind.

[Bassett] En garde, sir.

[grunting]

[horse whinnies]

-Wonderful, sir. -Thank you, Hotchkiss.

[MacLeod] Bassett?

-[MacLeod] That you? -You missed him, Mr. Bassett.

-[grunting] -[horse whinnies]

[MacLeod groans]

[MacLeod] The sword, the sword.

[grunting and groaning]

Stop, sir. I beseech you.

I apologise for calling your wife a bloated warthog.

[laughs]

And I bid you good day.

-Shoot him, sir. -What?

Shoot him. Now, sir.

Now, sir, in the back of the head! Now, sir!

Hotchkiss. Hotchkiss! Stop it!

-Hotchkiss... -What?

No, sir. No, no... No! No! No!

[newscaster] That's the mood of New York at this moment.

-Get out of here! Get out of here! -So far...

-[coughing] -[unsettling music playing]

[newscaster] Earlier today, in response to growing pressure,

the mayor's office issued the following statement...

[drunk] Give us a drink, pal.

-[newscaster] The police department -[junkie] Got a joint?

Is continuing a vigorous investigation

following up on a number of promising leads.

Hey, Rockefeller, how'd you like Candy? She said you were kind of kinky, huh?

Don't ever speak to me.

I didn't mean...

Look, I didn't mean--

Don't ever speak to me again.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Good.

I hope you get your head chopped off, asshole.

[old man laughs]

-And you! Shut it! -[old man mumbles]

♪ Here we stand ♪

♪ Or here we fall ♪

♪ History won't care at all ♪

♪ Make the bed ♪

♪ Light the light ♪

♪ Lady Mercy won't be home tonight yeah ♪

♪ You don't waste no time at all ♪

-[hooker 1] Hey, big boy. -[hooker 2] Slow down.

♪ Answer the call ♪

♪ It comes to you as to us all ♪

♪ We're just waiting For the hammer to fall ♪

[Matunas] What the hell?

[tyres screeching]

[metal clinking]

[dramatic music playing]

Okay, marine, this is for real!

[grunts]

Let's go!

Go, go, go, go! Come on, come on!

[grunting and groaning]

What the hell is going on?

[talking together]

[girl] Is somebody trapped in there?

[sinister music playing]

Easy.

[grunting and groaning]

[shouting]

[panicked shouting]

[people screaming]

[people talking together]

[lightning crashing]

[dramatic music playing]

[screaming]

[low groaning]

For God's sake.

[screaming]

[loud explosions]

Look at that.

[screaming]

[frantic breathing]

[dramatic music playing]

[people talking together]

[grunting]

[nervous and panicked gasps]

Mother of God.

Mom.

-[screams] -[barks]

[exhilarating music playing]

Hey, where are you going with my car?

Daddy, help me! Daddy! Daddy, help me!

[woman] Help, Daddy! Daddy, help me!

Frank, will you take it easy. I'm telling you, I checked everywhere

with everybody. There just aren't any witnesses.

That's New York for you. Twenty people standing around.

Nobody saw a goddamn thing.

Now, tell me about this Matunas. What is he? On drugs?

-He's a survival nut. -What do you mean "survival nut"?

He's into guns. He was a Marine. Vietnam. I talked to his ex-CO.

They said that the guy was, uh, a little paranoid, but he was a good man.

How you doing, kid?

Okay, I guess, for a guy who got three feet of steel

crammed through his gut. How you doing, old man?

I understand you saw the guy that stuck you, is that right?

-You kidding me, man? -Is that him?

[Matunas] Nope.

Come on, quit kidding, Matunas. It was dark in that alley.

The freak was trying to kill me!

[Matunas] I'll never forget his face.

He had a scar across his neck. That ain't him.

Shit.

-Depressed? -Yeah.

You don't know grunt about depressed.

I got me a 357, got me a trunk load of shotguns,

I got three big-bore battle rifles, and ammo up the ass,

and I ain't safe!

I can't protect myself!

Okay, okay, take it easy, pal.

Take it easy.

That weirdo, man. He got up after I put enough lead in him to drop a rhino.

Hey, listen. Listen, you think you could you work

with one of our artists? Maybe come up with a picture of this guy?

-Sure. Sure, sure. -Thanks. Take it easy, pal.

-Hey, cop. -Yeah.

I know you guys think I'm nuts...

but there's something else I gotta tell you.

[suspenseful music playing]

After he threw me against the wall, well, his body---

[announcement over intercom]

-This is like "One Step Beyond". -Yeah. Listen, when we get out there,

remember, all we got is an eyewitness. Now, don't say anything about

sword fights in New York City or guys glowing in the dark, for Christ's sake.

[horns honking]

[Tony] Hey, Moran!

Have you read what it says in here?

Are you kidding, Tony? You know cops can't read.

What does "incompetent" mean?

That mayor. He calls me at two o'clock in the morning.

I mean, I don't even answer the phone anymore.

What does "baffled" mean?

[mysterious music playing]

[Kadell] Karen Joan Nash.

Yeah, I remember this one.

I was practicing in Syracuse. Didn't get many of these.

-What? -Unwed mothers.

Nowadays, that's no big deal.

Back then, in Syracuse, that was a stoning offense.

What happened?

Uh, she had the baby, and she died.

So Nash was illegitimate.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, he was illegitimate...

for about a minute and a half. He died right after she did.

-He died. -[mysterious music playing]

[Erik] Tea time.

Hello, Brenda.

I did what you asked. I spent all night

going through the old deeds to Nash's house on Hudson street.

All the way back through the five previous owners

to the original guy, Montague, in 1796.

In all five instances, Montague through Nash,

I found a death certificate for a kid with the same name who died at birth

years before he pretended to sign for his inheritance.

Jesus, Rick, isn't there any heat in here?

No. Heat's bad for the circuits.

And now, just in case there's any doubt...

[mysterious music playing]

So, what you've got here, Brenda, is a guy who's been creeping around,

since at least 1700, pretending to croak every once in a while.

Leaving all his goods to kids who've been corpses for years,

and assuming their identities.

It's not possible.

[seller] Post final! Cops release headhunter picture!

-Reward offered. -[man] I'll take a Post.

-[woman] Me too. -Headhunter revealed!

[choir singing church hymn]

For you, my bonny Heather.

Happy birthday.

And you, Juan Ramirez.

Take care of her, you overdressed haggis.

[sinister music playing over hymn]

[heavy footsteps]

[wicked laughter]

[Kurgan] Kastagir is gone. Only you and I remain.

Nice to see you, Kurgan.

-Who cuts your hair? -I am in disguise.

This way no one will recognise me.

I do.

-What do you want? -Your head.

And the prize.

Watch.

Happy Halloween, ladies!

[mocking grunting]

[Kurgan] Nuns. No sense of humor.

Ramirez's blade did not cut deeply enough.

He was right about you. You're slime.

Ramirez was an effete snob!

He died on his knees!

I took his head and raped his woman before his blood was even cold!

[wicked laughing]

[Kurgan] I see.

Ramirez lied.

She was not his woman.

She was your woman.

And she never told you.

I wonder why.

Perhaps I gave her something you never could.

And, secretly, she yearned for my return.

Holy ground, Highlander! Remember what Ramirez taught you.

You can't stay in here forever.

You are weak, Highlander.

You will always be weaker than I.

I'll be out front.

Goodbye, MacLeod.

[Kurgan] We will meet soon enough.

[priest] This is the house of God.

People are trying to pray. You're disturbing them.

He cares about these helpless mortals?

Of course he cares.

He died for our sins.

That shall be his undoing.

Father, forgive me!

I am a worm.

[priest] You...

I have something to say.

It's better to burn out than to fade away!

Yeah!

[wicked laughing]

I need to see him, goddammit.

I'm afraid that's impossible. Mr. Nash is--

Mr. Nash is dead, Ms. Ellenstein.

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for a dead guy named Nash.

He died at birth in Syracuse, New York.

All right.

Come on.

[sinister music playing]

Are the Claymores real?

What is this, a museum? This stuff must be worth a fortune.

[MacLeod] I've been alive for four and a half centuries.

I cannot die.

[nervous laughs]

Well, everybody's got their problems.

Hmm. What are you gonna do with that?

Take it.

I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan

on the shores of Loch Shiel...

and I am immortal.

-[groans and screams] -[dramatic music playing]

-[moans] -[intense romantic music playing]

[music intensifies]

[Brenda] You're not listening.

Brenda, it isn't going to work.

I can't get involved. Not again.

[sombre music playing]

You know what's weird?

Most people are afraid to die.

That's not your problem.

You're afraid to live.

Take care of yourself.

Don't lose your head.

[Kurgan] Hello, pretty.

[dramatic music playing]

-[wicked laughter] -[shocked gasp]

Come on! Open up! [panicked breathing]

[relieved sigh]

Oh, my!

-[exhilarating music playing] -[Brenda screams]

-[gunshots rings out] -[Brenda gasps]

-[Kurgan laughs wickedly] -[tyres screeching]

Have you ever played chicken?

[Brenda breathes and sobs nervously]

-Here we go! -[Brenda screams]

[Kurgan laughs wickedly]

[Brenda screams] Watch out!

[wicked laughing and screaming]

[Brenda] Look out!

[Kurgan] Excuse me!

Boom!

Oh, no!

Watch out! A truck!

Look out!

[horn honking]

[Brenda] Watch out!

[singing] & New York New York &

♪ I want to wake up ♪ -Shut up.

♪ In the city ♪ -Shut up!

Sing along. ♪ That never sleeps ♪

Shut up!

-[biker] Hey! Are you crazy? -♪ To find I'm king of the hill ♪

[screams]

Shut up!

-Shut up! -[song playing] ♪ And if I can ♪

♪ Make it there ♪ [inaudible due to song playing]

♪ I'll make it anywhere ♪

♪ It's up to you New York ♪

♪ New York ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[Kurgan laughs wickedly]

[Kurgan in deep voice] Yeah!

[Kurgan] I can entertain myself.

Your friend is a real screamer. Listen.

[Brenda screams]

Which part should I cut off first?

I'll be waiting.

The endless killing has driven him mad.

Rachel, there are some instructions in the desk drawer.

I want you to follow them. There's a power of attorney for you.

You'll have everything you need.

You're not coming back.

[Rachel] Even if you kill him, you're not coming back...

are you?

Sweet Rachel.

You always knew this would happen.

Russell Nash dies tonight.

[melancholic music playing]

Hey, it's a kind of magic.

Goodbye, Russell Nash.

[eerie music playing]

♪ Magic ♪

[train rumbles]

[Brenda screams]

-[dramatic music playing] -[Brenda shrieks]

[grunting and groaning]

[screams]

[screams]

[grunting and groaning]

[MacLeod screams] No!

[Brenda screams]

[loud crashing]

[panicked gasp]

[Brenda screams]

[Brenda screams]

[music subdues]

[music intensifies]

[loud crash]

[Brenda screams]

[panicked breathing]

[music ends]

[heavy breathing]

[grunting and groaning]

[panicked gasp]

[wicked laughing]

So now it ends.

[loud groan]

[heavy breathing]

[evil laughing]

[mocking laugh] What kept you?

[exhilarating music playing]

[grunting and groaning]

[pained scream]

[music subdues]

[warped roaring]

[strange music playing]

There can be only one!

[loud crashing]

[low rumbling]

[heavy breathing]

[thunder rolling]

[shouting]

[MacLeod shouts] The quickening overpowers me!

I know! I know everything!

I know. I know everything.

I am everything!

No!

I am alive!

I am alive!

[screams]

-[grunts] -[noises stop]

[sombre music playing]

[deep gasps]

[Brenda] So, this is where it all began.

Can you tell me about the prize?

[MacLeod] It's like a whirlwind in my head.

But if I concentrate...

I know what people are thinking all over the world.

-[triumphant music playing] -Presidents, diplomats, scientists.

I can help them understand each other.

[Brenda] What am I thinking?

[MacLeod] You're thinking whether or not you can love me.

You can. I'm just like you. I can love and have children,

live and grow old.

You never prepared me for that, you Spanish peacock.

[Ramirez laughs] Patience, Highlander.

You have done well.

But it will take time.

You are generations being born and dying.

You are at one with all living things.

Each man's thoughts and dreams are yours to know.

You have power beyond imagination.

Use it well, my friend.

Don't lose your head.

[upbeat music playing]

♪ One dream One source ♪

♪ One prize One goal ♪

♪ One golden glance Of what should be ♪

♪ One shaft of light That shows the way ♪

♪ No mortal man can win this day ♪

♪ The waiting seems eternity ♪

♪ The day will dawn of sanity ♪

♪ Is this a kind of magic? &

♪ There can be only one ♪

♪ This rage that lasts a thousand years ♪

♪ Will soon be done ♪

♪ This flame that burns inside of me ♪

♪ I'm hearing secret harmonies ♪

♪ The bell that rings inside your mind ♪

♪ Is challenging the doors of time ♪

♪ The waiting seems eternity ♪

♪ The day will dawn of sanity ♪

♪ This is a kind of magic ♪

♪ There can be only one ♪

♪ This rage that lasts a thousand years ♪

♪ Will soon be will soon be Will soon be done ♪

♪ This is a kind of magic ♪

♪ A kind of magic ♪