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Jim Coltec? I can't believe it.
You in town?

Mac, if I was in town,
I'd be at your place
with my feet up, watching golf.

I'm calling from my truck.
You need directions, Jim?

- Sounds like you're lost.
- Funny. You know Indians
don't get lost.

I'm gonna stop in town
for some takeout. How 'bout
we meet at Harling Ridge?

Sounds good to me.

Travel well, Jim.
I always do.

Damn.

Please, mister.
It's all there is, swear to God.

Guess that just about
caps it for you, don't it?

None of your affair, Tonto.

You just stay out of my way,
and we don't have a problem,
do we, huh, China boy?

He was going to kill me.

Mister,
are you okay?

Fine.

What are you doing?

I thought you came
to help.

- No! No!

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.

Here we are

Born to be kings

We're the princes
of the universe

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

So this guy's a real
medicine man, huh?

Holy man.
Coltec's a hayoka.

His job was protecting his tribe
from evil by absorbing it
before it got to them.

A spiritual Scud missile.
What happened
to his tribe?

He couldn't protect 'em
from famine or drought
or the white man.

They died off,
all of them--
everyone but him.

That's rough.
Yeah, but Coltec believed
he had a purpose,

so he turned himself outward
and became hayoka
for the world.

Sounds pretty ambitious.
He has a spiritual power that
connects him to people, things.

I've never
seen anything like it.
Mac, you make it sound...

as if the guy could
do real magic.

I always figured you
for a nuts and bolts guy.
And now?

Now I'm not so sure.
See, as a kid,
I was very cynical.

If I couldn't see it
and I couldn't feel it,
it wasn't real.

Certainly if anybody
had ever told me that
Immortals exist--

You would have thought
they were crazy.
Exactly.

So now I'm wondering
to myself what other kind
of strange stuff is out there.

I saw the cover of a tabloid.
Apparently, a guy in England
has proof that werewolves exist.

Really?
Yeah.

Well, there'll be a run
on silver bullets now.
But we exist.

I mean, who's to say
there's not other weird stuff
out there running around?

Richie, I've lived
for 400 years. I've never
seen a werewolf, elf or vampire.

Mind you, I did hear there was
a troll that lived underneath
the bridge around here.

Oh, very funny.

But you believe
in Coltec. You believe
he can do real magic.

I believe there are some things
that defy logical explanation.

I also believe
there is power and faith
and will.

You still didn't answer
my question. Do you believe
Coltec can do real magic?

Maybe you should
ask him.

Oh, Mac. Couldn't
you have met this guy
in a bar or something?

What's the matter?
Don't you like
the fresh air?

Look at it out here.
Isn't it beautiful?
I mean, look. Look at that.

Whoa!
What are you doing?

Don't do that!
What's the matter?
Don't you like heights?

I love heights. We
had these things all over
the East Side when I was a kid.

What are you doin'?
I think we should
spend more time out here.

Yeah, well, I think
we should spend more time
on the other side.

Hey, you must be Jim Coltec.
I'm Richie Ryan,
friend of Mac's.

Is that a fact?

Jim, it's me.
Stop. It's Duncan MacLeod.
I know.

What's wrong
with you, man?

Are you out of your mind?

I don't know what
the hell we're comin' down here
for after what that bastard did.

Not Jim.
It doesn't figure,
none of it.

Mac, the guy tried
to take your scalp.

What's
to figure?
He's a friend.

Yeah, sure. And if you hadn't
given him a flying lesson, we'd
both be missing our heads now.

Are you sure
it was him?

It's him.

It was the summer of 1872.

The white world had sickened me
with its bigotry, its hatred,
its wars, its empires.

I'd left them all behind.
I'd been living with the Sioux
for about three years,

and I was soon to take
a Sioux woman, Little Deer,
for my wife...

and adopt her son, Kahani.

Go on.
They were everything I ever
cared about, ever wanted.

Finally I was at peace,
but all that was about
to change.

We got a present for you,
squaw man. Which one
you think is her?

Kern destroyed it all.
He was a scalp hunter back then.

He brought the soldiers
to our camp.

He slaughtered
my people, Little Deer,

even Kahani.

They spared no one.

After that, the only thing
I wanted was revenge.

I tracked Kern for weeks,
then months, hunting him
like I would an animal,

but it was me
that was becoming the animal.

Winter was in the air,
but all I could smell was blood.

The longer it took,
the more my hate grew.
And hate was all I had.

Hate was all I was.

By noon.
Yes, sir.

We'll take care
of the horses, sir.

We don't need
more men, Sergeant,
just a competent scout,

like the one who helped
clear out the Sioux last year.

You mean that tracker Kern.

Have it resolved
before my final report.

Where's Kern?
What?

The Indian scout,
the one that helped
clear out the Sioux last year.

If you want work, mister,
report to the paymaster--
I wanna know where he is!

- Sergeant!

Stay still, gentlemen.
Stop that man!

What are you men waiting for?
Stop him!

Get him!

Throw him in the brig!

Get your hands off me.

God. You're dead.

Somebody
clean up that mess.

You're dead!
I'll find Kern. Then I'll come
after the rest of you.

You're dead, all of you!

- Would that help?
- It's none of your concern.

No?

- My name is Coltec.
- It's not a Sioux name.

My tribe was long
before that, but I have been
with the Sioux.

- You also have a name.
- MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

Ah. European tribe.

- What did you do?
- Do?

I was Indian, I suppose.
Also, they say I
killed a soldier.

- Did you?
- They were riding down
a young Indian for sport.

I did this,
and the horses reared.
A soldier fell off and died.

- They can't blame you
for that.
- No?

Still, they will hang me.
And who is to say
I didn't make the horses rear?

I hate 'em.
I hate 'em all!

- I can tell.
- All they know is how to
take and destroy.

The land. The forest.
Women and children.

It never stops.
Never.

- It can stop for you.
- It will...

once the man who's responsible
for my family's slaughter
is dead.

Listen to me. Your hate
is not destroying him,
but it is destroying you.

- And who are you to know?
- I am hayoka.

It is my job
to take the hatred
from the world.

I've been doing it
for centuries,

taking evil into myself
so others may have peace.

It is why I exist.

You are not evil,
but you are overcome by hate.

And in your pain,
you are blind.

I can help you.

I can take the hate,
stop the pain.

Maybe I don't want help.
Maybe I need to hate.

No. It is not your nature.

Take them.

- Where are we?
- A holy place,

a place of peace
and safety.

My refuge.
But this isn't real.
This is a dream.

This place is real.
Perhaps we are a dream.

A soul can only
hold so much hate,
so much anger.

You are like this cup.

One more drop,
and the hate will own you.

I can empty this cup
before it happens,

take the hate
into myself.

- But I don't want
to forget her.
- What you love will remain.

All you lose
is some of the pain.

And what will happen
to you?

I am hayoka.
My cup has no bottom.

Then help me.

Blackness lifted.
The pain was gone.
Somehow he'd taken it.

You believe it, Mac,
that he really saved you
like that?
I know it.

It's what
doesn't make sense.
Jim Coltec's a holy man.

The senseless murder has
stunned this small community.

We caution that scenes captured
by the Chinese restaurant
video camera may shock viewers.

Much of the tape was erased
by electrical damage, but
the assailant's face is visible.

Police are appealing to anyone
with information about
the killing to come forward.

There's your holy man,
Mac. The guy's
a stone-cold killer.

I don't get it. Coltec
is as close as an Immortal gets
to being a saint.

As far as we know, he has not
taken a head in years.
Try yesterday.

Richie,
when he called me,
he sounded fine.

- It was like old times.
- Think he tried
to set you up?

I don't know.
I do, Mac.

The guy got you out there,
and he tried to whack you.
What the hell is that about?

Richie, it's not Coltec's style.
I've seen him take heads
in the past.

And he didn't get mad.
He was calm.

No? Well, then,
he does one hell
of a good imitation.

- What do you know
about Dark Quickenings?
- Come on.

- You're reachin', MacLeod.
- Reaching what?

- Somebody mind
filling me in here, please?

When we take an Immortal's head,
we took his energy, his power,
his strength.

Right.

In a Dark Quickening,
if you take in too much evil,
you overload.

- You become evil yourself?
- There's no proof.

How much is too much,
Mac?
No one knows.

-That's because no one's
seen it happen. It's a myth.
- Something changed him.

Whatever it was, Mac, he tried
to kill us. Does it matter
how he got to be that way?

It matters to me.

Cats, kittens, fellow hipsters,
I give you the hardest-working
man in show business.

I give you... Death.

Now, why do most murders
happen at 3:00 a.m.?

It's the same reason
fires happen then. 'Cause
the nighttime is the right time.

- It's the time
Death digs the most.

Death digs the dark. That's why
he digs New York, 'cause
New York has a lot of dark.

Alleyways. Subways.
Best of all--

victims.

Out there. Truth.
Truth? Dig this.

The killer woke
way before dawn.

He put his shades on. He was
hungry for the next victim
to feed on.

This baby
murders a four-course meal.

The hunt.

The fear.

- The kill.

And for dessert--

flames.

What's hell without fire,
death without pyromania?

Cats, I'm tellin' ya,
it's just not worth livin'.

Not if you have
to listen to this.

Life is hard to give up,
you dig?

You cling. You sing.
You wanna live forever.

But, hey, baby,
nothing's perfect,
except Death.

Dig it, man.
It's Bryce Korland.
My lucky night.

Death never takes a holiday,
you dig? 'Cause Death
digs his job.

Death's a stone professional.
Baby, Death has got tenure
in this town.

You don't believe me,
just ask that man there.

Maybe I'm paranoid,
but I think that cat has
come here to kill me.

Hey, baby,
that's cool with Death.

- 'Cause we all know
there can be--
- Only one.

-Show's over.
- Hey, man.
- Be cool, bro. You dig?

Later.

Then let us go, you and I,
up where the buildings
stab the sky.

Somebody's gonna die,
'cause Death is in business.

Man, you are utterly,
completely square.

I like it square.

I'm Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.
I know.

I could hear you comin'
a mile away.

Jim Coltec, is that you?
What-- What are you
doing here?

Same as you.
Following Shakespeare here.

He was mine.
This was personal.

I guess it was.

A man can't
take too many monsters
like this one inside him.

Trust me.
I do this for a living.

Still the hayoka.

I'm too old to change.
What's a guy gonna do?

You okay?

Tiptop. I just need
to be alone for a while.

A little nature.
Tom-toms.

It's an Indian thing.

Yeah. I know.

Well, that sounds
more like Coltec.

What have you heard,
Dawson?

This is not an exact science,
okay? I mean, maybe somebody
got their wires crossed.

If it's about Coltec,
I need to know.

All right.
We had two reports.

One of the Watchers
saw the robbery, and he saw
Coltec and Kant going at it.

Well, we both
know who won.
What's the other report?

Someone thought
they saw Kant on the East Side
after the fight.

But Kant
was already dead.
Yeah.

Turns out it was Coltec
wearing Kant's jacket, but that
does not prove a thing.

I have to know more
about Kant, because that's
who's inside Coltec.

Look, I'm already
breakin' the rules here.

Then break 'em some more.
We're not in Kansas
anymore, Toto.

No, I guess we aren't.

Harry Kant--
a real sociopath.

You look up "scum"
in the dictionary, there's
probably a picture of him.

Thief. Murderer.

Not the kind of guy
you wanna run into.

Extremely dangerous.

He killed 10 Immortals
in the past five years--
Hey!

that we know about.

He took what he wanted,
and he'd kill to get it.

This guy just likes
to kill.

The last we knew,
he was hanging out down
on Water Street.

- Get a name fast.
- MacLeod.

MacLeod.
Why the hell can't you
mind your own business?

Because you helped me once.

Really?
What was I thinking of?

Jim, you know me. You know
I can't let you do this.
Let me help you.

Why, MacLeod? Why?
I like how I am.

In fact,
I feel real good about me.

You really wanna help?
Stick your neck out
a little further.

You're Jim Coltec.
You're my friend.
Wake up.

Ain't this a pisser?

You didn't have
to drag me out here
to take my head.

-You could've killed me
in that alley.
-That's not the way I do things.

No? Just wait.

You're wasting your time here.
We could be out takin' heads,

hittin' banks, doin'
what comes naturally.

- That's Kant talking.
- It's me, MacLeod.
It always has been.

Just one big ol' lake
of badness.

You're a hayoka,
but you'd reached your limit.

You saw that coming.
That's why you stopped
taking heads years ago.

White man speak
with forked tongue.

Then you ran into Kant,
and it was too much.

Do you remember?
The cup overflowed.
That was Kant.

- You became what you fought.
- As we all will become
in time.

- I don't believe that.
-You don't want to, but
there's a fine line out there,

and hell is waiting
on the other side.

And you know it, MacLeod.
That's why you are
trying so hard.

You look at me,
and you see your future.

- Not if I can help it.
- Really?

And just tell me how
you plan to pull this off.

Pass a peace pipe around?

Same as you did.

You, a hayoka?

And what makes you think
that you've got the stuff?

- Because I had a good teacher.
- Superstitious crap.
Forget it, MacLeod.

This is the real me.
No!

- Jim?

You thought you could save me,
that what I am
could be drawn out?

It's too powerful,
MacLeod.

Next time,
we won't be on holy ground.

Jim, let me help you.

Jim.

Look. It's a theory,
all right? It's like water
on Mars. It has not been proven.

Mac believes it.
Yeah. Well.
He's been wrong before.

Yes, but is he this time?

Have another drink.
I'm all right.

Well, good. Then I'll have one.
Joe, I'm so glad I got somethin'
to look forward to.

Have you ever
seenIt's a Wonderful Life?

It's a Jimmy Stewart movie.

It's about how this guy sees
what would've happened
if he hadn't lived.

I hope
this is going somewhere.

What I'm saying is
don't jump to conclusions.

Now, if these Dark Quickenings
happen, they must be
awful rare,

because otherwise,
we would have some records.

So maybe they don't
happen to everyone.
Well, exactly.

Think of all the bad guys
you'd have to kill. What are
the odds of living that long?

Nah. I didn't
exactly word that right.

- Where the hell is MacLeod?
- How the hell should I know?

- You're his Watcher,
damn it. It's your job.

You found Coltec?
Yes.

No.

The Dark Quickening?

Coltec's become evil,
as bad as the ones he killed,
as bad as they come.

Damn it.

I have to stop him.

- You really wanna do that?
I mean, think about it.
- I have.

He might be in another country
by now.

Then you find out
which country
and you let me know.

What the hell.

Like the man said,
we're not in Kansas anymore.

That's a hell
of a theory, Joe.

The pawnshop.
-Yeah. Down on the South Side.

After that,
we lost him.

Then I'll talk
to the pawnshop owner.
No.

He killed the owner.
I'm sorry, MacLeod.

I know Coltec
was your friend.

- Anything else?
- Just that it gets worse.

After he left,
he torched the joint,
burned it to the ground.

Flames.
What's hell without fire?
Death without pyromania?

Cats, I'm tellin' ya.
It's just not worth livin'.

- Bryce Korland.
- Wait a minute.
You lost me.

It's not Coltec or Kant.
It's Korland. That's his M.O.

- He kills, then he burns.
- Korland died
over 30 years ago.

When Jim took his head.
It's not Kant inside of him.

It's every Immortal
Jim ever killed.

Now Korland's side
is coming out.

You got revolving bad guys.
How does that help?

I tracked Korland
back in '58. I knew
where to find him then.

I think I know
where to find him now.

Cops. Undertakers.

The best minds
of a generation are
totally mystified...

at all the young,
dead bodies.

Well, well.
Ain't life hell?

I'll be right back
after this very short
station break.

Hey, this guy's full of crap.
You got your hair cut.

It's about time, huh?

I wish there
was another way, Jim.

What are you hoping for,
MacLeod? A guilty conscience?

Remorse?
God. No more weakness.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

You were never weak.
You were good. That
was your strength.

Let me tell you
about strength.

Real strength is evil.
It wins.

You can't change me,
MacLeod, because I don't
want to change.

I know.

Then let's go for it, man.
My public's waiting.

Evil is strength.

Lou, how long has he been
sittin' there?

Long enough.

MacLeod.

Hey.
Hi.

You mind if I sit down?
I'm waiting for someone.

Here I am.
Oh, really?

Uh-huh.
Well, I'm not looking
for company.

Oh, yeah? Everybody's
looking for company.
Why don't we have...

a couple shots of tequila
and talk about it?

Hmm? Huh?
That's a bit fast.

- I like it fast.
- Are you always
this confident?

Always. Cheers.

Down all of it.
Otherwise, it doesn't
count.

That's it.

Well, now we know each other
a little better,

why don't we
go back to your place
and talk a little dirty?

I better go.
I didn't say
you could leave.

- Let go of me.
- Now, why is that, huh?

- Leave me alone.
- Why is that, pretty?

- Let go of me.
You hit hard, huh?

- Not as hard as I do.

- What the hell are you doin'?
- Hey, the bitch hit me, man.

- What are you? Nuts?
- Don't touch me.

- Wanna play?
-It's all right. Leave him.
He had too much to drink.

Oh, God.

Nice bat.

I'm all right.
I'm all right.
It's just-- Carry on.

Sorry.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

- I was gettin'
a little worried about you.
- You were?

Why?
Well, you found Coltec.

Yeah, I found him.
I know how much
you liked the guy.

- I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?

Yeah. Well, you did
what you had to do, but I know
how much you hated it.

Hated it?
You're wrong.

- I loved it.
- What are you doing, Mac?

You're a smart little boy.
Why don't you figure it out?

-Whatever happened, Mac,
we can work it out.
- Sorry. Wrong number.

Just tell me why.
The teacher kills the pupil?

Is that what this
is all about? Is it because
there can be only one?

Is that it?

That's a good a reason
as any.

Are you all right?
Yeah. Ah, Joe.

What the hell?
He tried to kill me.

Just get out of here.
You saw what he did, Joe.
We have to help him.

Richie,
don't you get it?
This is not MacLeod,

not the one we knew.

This man is not your friend.
Oh, Joe.

Please go. Please!

Okay.
Please.

Damn it.

Guy could get
a serious rope burn like that.

These ropes won't hold forever.
You better run while you can--
if you can!

- I'm not ready to give up.
- There's nothing to give up
except your own life.

No. There's a friend.

Smell that, Dawson? I do.
It's the smell of your own
mortality, your own death.

Now, why would I be friends
with a dead man?

We go back a long way,
you and I, MacLeod.

Now, maybe we don't
wanna admit it, but
we owe each other.

- Speak for yourself.
- I am! For both of us.

And I know damn near everything
about you, Duncan MacLeod.

I know who you fought,
who you killed. I know
who you loved. I know it all.

You know squat about me.
Squat! Squat!
Got it?

I know your strength.

I know your will.
I know your goodness.

And whatever monsters
are in you now,

I know
you're still in there too.

You're willing to
give up your life for that? Hmm?

'Cause if you're not,
you'd better use that sword
right now and kill me.

'Cause if you don't,
you're a dead man.

Come on.
Maybe you're right.

I can't just
stand there.

Go ahead, dead man.
You got the will.

You got the guts, hmm?

Hmm. It's not easy,
is it, Dawson?

Is it?
Taking somebody's head.

Cutting their head off,
hmm?

Come on.

Come on.

Do it!

You can't.

Wrong choice.
Maybe so.

Maybe so.

Seventeen. Room for one more.
That'll be me.

Work's dirty.
It's a rough crew.
The food's lousy.

You get paid when we dock.
Still wanna sign on?

Hey, you wanna know
where the hell we're goin'?

No.

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

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