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[music playing]

-[SHOUTING] No.

Go back.

Go back.

[KNIFE FLIES THROUGH AIR,
LANDS IN HIS BACK]

[groaning in pain]

-Darius.

-No.

St. Pierre.

-It's always awkward when the
pupil goes back to visit his

old teacher.

-He was a mortal, Grayson.

You didn't have to kill him.

-You planted him in my
organization to spy on me.

He won't be the last, old one.

I shall hunt down your proteges,
one by one, until

you sicken of it and come out
of sanctuary to fight me.

-Will it please you that
much to destroy me?

-Immensely.

You could have been one of the
greatest rules in the history

of the world.

But instead you cower
on holy ground.

-That was 1,400 years ago.

And for you, the world
hasn't changed.

-Look outside your cloister.

What has changed?

The means of destruction only.

You are a fool.

-Who is next?

-I'm afraid you'll
have to guess.

Shouldn't be too hard for a
man of your insight into a

person's soul.

-It's Paulus, isn't it?

Grayson, you believed
in me once.

-I didn't change.

You did.

-Well, I'm really flattered.

I'll give you my answer
as soon as I can.

Yes, thank you.

Goodbye.

-Put it over here.

What was that, another
commission?

-No.

That was the Bureau of Arts
and Monuments in Paris.

I've been selected to curate an
historical retrospective on

sculpture and form.

-So that means you would, like,
sit in a museum all day

and curate?

-Actually, no.

It's a traveling exhibition.

It will be on tour.

-So you'd have to
travel with it?

-No, I wouldn't.

But the post is in Paris.

That's where the collection
will be gathered.

-That's a hell of a commute.

-That's not a fly-over
kind of job, is it?

-Hold it.

Hold it.

Time out.

One second here, guys.

You're not thinking of closing
up the shop here, jamming to

old gay Paris, are you?

I mean, you guys have got
a big investment here.

I mean, I'm talking about in
terms of time and effort-- in

building up a clientele
and a reputation.

I mean, you guys have got to
think of these things.

I mean, they take years.

It just doesn't happen
overnight.

[knock at door]

-I'll get it.

-I'm not asking you
to do that.

-I know.

-It's for you, Mac.

It's from Paris.

-You opened it.

-Just doing my job.

-Runes.

Ancient runes.

-Looks like something out
of a pet cemetery.

-It's from Darius.

-Darius?

The priest?

-And I take it that all this
makes a whole lot of sense to

you, right?

-It's written in a language
that died

almost 2,000 years ago.

Darius taught it to me.

He's almost that old.

-What does it say?

-Someone's paying me a visit.

-An immortal?

-Grayson.

-All right, I'll play.

Who's Grayson?

-He's one of Darius's
proteges.

-But he's, like, one of
the good guys, right?

Right?

[breathing heavily]

-So this Grayson guy's got
you pretty spooked, huh?

Hey, that's all right.

You don't got to tell me.

-Richie, this isn't
about fear.

It's about strategy.

-Strategy?

-Yep.

All right, you ready
to start training?

-Start training.

So what makes this Grayson guy
so different from the others?

-He's 1,400 years
older than I am.

He's one of the few ancient
immortals left.

He's been a warlord
most of that time.

You don't just go up to him
with your sword and say,

[makes sound of blade slicing]

en garde, fool.

Ow.

-So Mac, what's this connection

between Grayson and Darius?

-Darius was once one of
the great generals.

Grayson was his second
in command.

1,500 years ago, Darius could
have led his armies across

Europe and ruled for
1,000 years.

But he turned his armies back.

Grayson felt betrayed and
never forgave him.

And Darius, ever since, has
tried from holy ground to be a

peacemaker.

-Why would he do that?

-It's only legend.

-Yeah, well, come on, Mac.

With you guys, what
else is there?

-The legend has it that Darius
killed a holy man of the gates

of Paris, the oldest living
immortal at the time.

Then suddenly he changed.

He turned his back on war.

-You think that this holy guy's
quickening went Darius

and made him good?

Well, does that mean if,
like-- if a really good

immortal, like, chopped the head
off a really bad ancient

immortal, that he could--

you know?

-Thank you.

-Goodbye.

-Can I help you?

-Admiring only.

I have two others
just like it.

-Really?

They were stolen from the Rennes
Cathedral during the

French revolution.

How did you get them?

-I'm afraid I'm quite
a collector of

ecclesiastical art--

from that period and others.

Souvenirs of my travels.

-And you collect them because
they remind you of Darius, and

how much you hate him?

-Very good.

I see MacLeod has kept you
abreast of many things.

I wonder if that's wise.

-It won't work.

You can't blackmail Duncan.

-I rather think I can.

And now, after seeing you
in the flesh, I'm more

convinced than ever.

You are a remarkable woman.

Well worth keeping alive.

-If you think he will stand by
and let Victor Paulus be

killed, you have misjudged
him terribly.

So you'd better kill me now
and be done with it.

-Truly remarkable.

-Then you'll have to face him.

But you know that, don't you?

That's why you want to bargain
with him using me.

You're afraid of
Duncan MacLeod.

-You' quite convinced
me, Miss Noel.

I won't bargain with him.

Tell him I'll be in touch.

-He'll never know
you were here.

-What do you say, Mac?

About time we go inside now?

-You can go in if you want.

[distant growling]

-What was that?

-Cougar.

[distant growling]

-Oh, don't worry.

They're not on this island.

-Please tell me that
they don't swim.

-Actually, they're pretty
good swimmers.

-Well, actually, that's great.

Oh, boy.

So Mac, what do these
things say exactly?

I mean, it's got to be more than
just Grayson arrives on

the noon stage, sharpen
sword, Darius.

Here, check that one out.

-Victor Paulus.

Darius was his mentor as well.

-Victor Paulus.

I've heard of that dude.

He's, like, that guy that gives
all those speeches,

leads rallies and
stuff, right?

He's one of you guys.

-No, he's one of you guys.

He doesn't know anything about
me or about immortals.

Darius thinks he's in danger.

-Why doesn't he worn him?

-He has.

But that's not going to
stop Victor Paulus.

He's a man with a mission.

-Yes.

But so is Grayson.

So which one of you is he
going to go after first?

-Wish I knew.

What?

-Mac, were, uh--

were you, uh--

did Darius ever change you?

-Yeah, I guess he did.

I was born of a warrior
people.

When war came, I--

I chose sides like most men.

I fought.

I killed.

[cannon fires]

[cannon fires]

-I am Duncan MacLeod of
the Clan MacLeod.

-I am Darius.

You won't need that.

Put him down here.

Slowly.

[soldier groaning]

-Those whom we cannot heal, we
bury to prevent disease.

Infection kills more
than all the

English and French cannons.

-The surgeon said he would die
of infection, to bring him

straight here.

-Perhaps I can save him.

[cannon fires]

-But from the fevers, how?

-Give me that tin cup.

And fill it with snow.

[fife and drum playing]

-Here.

Hold this.

There are medicines which have
been lost to modern doctors.

[cannon fires]

[cannon fires]

-Now we wait.

It'll take hours.

-Hours?

-Yes.

Well, how goes the battle?

-Why does that matter to you?

Napoleon may lose a campaign.

Wellington may win
a great victory.

What have they really
won or lost?

Their reputation?

These men have been robbed
of their most precious

possession, forever.

-You shouldn't be taking
part in this tragedy.

-I was raised a warrior.

I choose battles I believe
to be just.

-Oh, I'm sure.

You're quite loyal to your
convictions and compatriots.

But I wonder what these men
think about that-- about

convictions and compatriotism
now.

-Come to bed.

[breathing heavily]

-Hope doesn't conquer a
superior adversary.

So why do I hope to
beat Grayson?

Why do I think that a good
life will protect me

from an evil one?

What power can I draw from
this thing, this hope?

-You still have energy
for this?

-I couldn't sleep.

I didn't want to wake you.

-The empty bed woke me.

What is it?

-This is from Grayson.

-Why didn't he--

-He will.

When it suits him.

NEWSCASTER [OFFSCREEN]: We're
live here at the waterfront.

Mr.--

NEWSCASTER [OFFSCREEN]: The
helicopter bearing Victor

Paulus will be landing
momentarily.

And we do hope to get an
interview with this dogged

crusader, whom some consider as
a future candidate for the

Nobel peace prize.

[INTERPOSING VOICES OF
NEWSCASTERS IN BACKGROUND]

-Hey.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING
IN BACKGROUND]

NEWSCASTER [OFFSCREEN]: Someone
has just tried to

shoot Victor Paulus.

I'm not sure if he was hit
in this attempt, but--

We're unaware of his condition
at this time.

Here they-- here they
come-- here--

[INTERPOSING VOICES
IN BACKGROUND]

-Hi.

-Need a ride?

-Wherever you're going.

-Excuse me?

-I mean, all I have to do is
stick with you, you'll lead me

to a breaking news story.

-I'm just lucky that way.

-Come on, MacLeod.

If the FBI and the CIA were half
as good as the outfit you

work for, I'd sleep
better at night.

Or maybe I'd stay
awake and worry.

-You're the one who thinks
I belong to a secret

organization.

Out.

-That is not a denial.

You talk like the White
House press secretary.

I mean, who are you guys?

Just a hint-- anti-terrorist
squad?

Federal crime task force?

Eagle scouts?

Come on, give.

-Just a group of
history buffs.

-Yeah.

And bird watchers.

Just some background.

I don't blow your cover.

-Even if I did, no one
would believe you.

Sorry, can't help.

-All right, then.

Who wants Paulus dead?

I mean, the guy feeds starving
refugee kids.

He keeps men with overactive
hormones from blowing

civilians to bits
with mortars.

-Answer that one yourself and
you have yourself a story.

-Arms dealers.

You're serious.

-I have to go.

-Yeah, I know.

You have a report to make.

-Sincerely hope I
see you again.

-Yeah, right.

Hey--

hey, wait a minute.

Like you might not?

-You know, I've been thinking.

You should go to Paris, show the
awesome monuments people

you're anxious for the job.

-Who says I am?

-I do.

-But that's not why you
want me to leave.

-Your staying here won't
change things.

-Then I'll stay.

This Grayson won't
hurt me, will he?

Or you would have said
something by now.

-No, he probably won't.

It's not his style.

But I don't want to risk it.

Darius will know where to hide
you if anything goes wrong.

-You're going to face
him, aren't you?

Even though he's 1,000
years older, and more

powerful than you.

If he kills you, what
will that prove?

Will Victor Paulus
be saved then?

Will I?

VICTOR PAULUS [OFFSCREEN]:
Someone once said that peace

in international affairs is
nothing more than a period of

cheating between two periods
of fighting.

For some nations, peace is
simply a time to rebuild

armies, stockpile weapons,
and plan strategies.

For others, sadly, it's
a time to do nothing.

As we stand here--

safe, comfortable, engaging
in rational discourse--

somewhere, men, women, and
children are dying.

We cannot be truly at peace when
somewhere else, there is

war or hunger--

or violence.

In the face of violence, we must
insist on non-violence.

-Weapons have no dominion over
the souls of men, so put your

weapons down.

Put your weapons down.

Take what is here and leave.

-These are worthless pewter.

Where is your gold?

-Gold?

I have none.

Anyone in the quarter would
have told you that.

[groans]

-Another priest.

We are blessed.

-Where's Darius?

-The priests in this quarter
are a surly lot,

aren't they, boys?

-You made a mistake.

I'm no priest.

-Attack.

[shouting]

-Don't kill him.

Let him go.

Leave him.

-He'll only kill innocent
people who can't

rise from the dead.

-Why have you done this?

-What else was I supposed
to do, Darius?

Tell me that.

I can't be like you.

Maybe I'm not old enough
or wise enough.

I just can't stand
by and let--

-You're leaving me?

-Yes, I'm going to America.

The hatreds just run
too deep here.

Maybe it will be different
in the New World.

-I would not rob you
of that hope.

-Goodbye, Darius.

-Goodbye, Duncan MacLeod.

Peace be with you.

VICTOR PAULUS [OFFSCREEN]:
Terrible diseases have been

conquered because dedicated
men went from failure to

failure until they succeed.

We can--

we must do no less,
for our children.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming out
in this weather.

-Inspiring, wasn't it?

Oh, but I forgot.

You turned away from Darius's
teachings a long time ago.

-That didn't make
me his enemy.

Just not a disciple.

-I've wanted to meet
you for so long.

But you know how
busy one gets.

Holy ground is useful for
business discussions.

Someone spoiled a
very carefully

laid little plan yesterday.

It was you, wasn't it?

-You know, a fellow Scot says
something about the plans of

mice and men.

What do you want, Grayson?

-An understanding.

An understanding that for every
action, there is an

equal and adverse reaction.

Should you insist on protecting
Darius's star

pupil, I might, for example,
cease to offer my protection

to those around you.

-I protect those around me.

-I'm prepared to offer you
a deal, Duncan MacLeod.

One that I rarely make.

-Why?

-Let's just say I'm
a risk manager.

Keeping you neutral is
simply good business.

All you have to do is nothing.

Just that--

nothing.

And I will spare both you and
your lady for the rest of her

natural life.

Oh.

I see it's true what
they say about you.

You have become emotionally
entangled with these mortals.

-Go to hell.

-They also say you're a man of
action rather than words.

Those were ill chosen,
and I'll ignore them.

But if you interfere with my
plans again, neither you nor

those you love will
ever be safe.

-No one's ever safe, Grayson.

Not even you.

-Safe from what?

-It was just an observation
on the human condition.

-Grayson?

I don't know the name.

-He's not exactly
a public figure.

-But if he were an
arms merchant, he

wouldn't need to be.

The counselor behind the
curtain, the invisible man.

I like that.

How do you know him?

While we're on the subject, how
do you know Victor Paulus?

-We have a friend in common.

-This is the last one.

-I'll take it out for you.

Whoa.

This feels like a
permanent move.

-It might be.

I don't know.

-Yeah, well, hey.

You know, that's cool.

You know, no roots.

No bonds.

No liabilities.

-Richie.

-Let me just ask you
one question, Tess.

Why you going to Paris now?

-I will only distract Duncan.

He'll think more clearly
if I'm not around.

-Yeah, well, he should be more
worried about you being alone

in Paris with all those
French dudes.

-That's why you're
going with her--

to protect her from all
those French dudes.

-This for me?

It's a ticket to Paris.

-Mm-hm.

-Oh, man.

What can I say?

How am I going to communicate?

-Sign language.

-Uh--

bonjour.

Ca va?

Merci.

Uh--

Passe-moi le beurre.

-We'll work on it.

-Oh, Mac.

Thank you.

-Go home.

Pack.

-Right.

Right.

I've gotta pack.

I'm not going to have to, like,
eat frogs or snails or

anything like that, right?

No, I'm serious.

I mean, at least not
right away, right?

-Pack.

-Right.

Right, right.

-I thought he should
go with you.

-Yeah.

-I'll take you to the airport.

-If you think I'm going to let
you say "goodbye" to me at the

airport, Duncan MacLeod,
think again.

I'll call a cab.

When are you facing Grayson?

-Soon.

-Remember, Paris is our city.

I'll be waiting for you.

-I know.

These things will kill me.

-I'm ready.

-What's the rush?

Do you really think there's
something waiting

for us after this?

Darius does.

But you're smarter than he is.

-What do you know about me?

-Oh, I'm quite a student
of your exploits--

almost a fan.

You have immense potential.

You may not realize this, but
there are few like you left.

I've killed so money.

Shame to waste you just yet.

Why don't you come and work
for me, MacLeod--

oh, not long.

Only a century or so.

We could do so much.

-With the gathering near at
hand, what makes you think any

of us have a century left?

-Ah.

Well, then, I promise
you this.

You and I will be the last two
immortals left on Earth.

We can fight it out then
for the ultimate prize.

-And Victor Paulus will die.

-You don't even know him.

Think of what's at stake.

Can one stranger be
worth such a loss?

-You're only doing this
to hurt Darius.

-Not hurt him.

Destroy him.

-Then why bargain with me?

-Maybe I like you.

Come on.

What do you say, Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan Macleod?

Have you no taste
for greatness?

-There can be only one.

-You're a foolish lad.

[cars honking]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Go
back, what's that?

What's going on over there?

-You're lucky as well.

You've been reprieved.

-Grayson, soon.

-We're here at the Sterling
Hotel, where Victor Paulus is

giving his final conference.

He's invited a small group of
businessmen and politicians,

where he will be twisting
arms and winning

over a few stony hearts.

Excuse me, sir.

-We've paid one of
the security men.

He'll lead Paulus right
to our people.

-You're here because of this
Grayson, aren't you?

If you really care,
go back inside.

-Jaded journalist types don't
fall for lines like that.

-Jaded journalist types
don't care.

I think you do.

-Don't let first impressions
fool you.

Good luck, MacLeod.

-This way, Mr. Paulus.

Hold it.

[shouting]

-You saved my life again.

Why are you-- who are you?

-I'm a friend of Darius.

-You didn't learn this
from Darius.

-I wasn't much of a student.

-Freeze.

You OK?

-I'm all right.

Thanks to this gentleman.

-There's another one
in the elevator.

Find out who paid him.

-Who was that guy?

-Thank you.

Thank you.

You have no idea how happy
I am to be here tonight.

Someone once said that peace--

-Grayson?

-MacLeod.

-Mr. Grayson?

It is Grayson, isn't it?

I saw you talking to MacLeod
the other day.

Any idea who's trying to
kill Victor Paulus?

Well, excuse me.

-[SHOUTING, VOICE ECHOING]
MacLeod.

-Sulphur.

That was the beginning of it.

The Chinese used it to amuse.

It took someone of vision to see
it's true use, and create

from it gunpowder.

And the world was never
the same again.

What about you, MacLeod?

Ever done anything that really
changed the world?

Too bad.

Now you never will.

-Another century and you
might have beaten me.

There can be only one.

[groaning]

-There can be only one.

-Duncan.

I heard from Victor Paulus.

He told me what you've done.

-Yeah, Grayson won't be
bothering him anymore.

-He was once my closest
friend on Earth.

How are you?

-Well, I--

-Duncan.

-I'm fine now.

-Yeah.

-Hey, buddy.

Let's not forget you're
on holy ground here.

How you doing, my friend?

Good to see you.

-Yeah, well, how you
finding Paris?

-Well, I like the Parisian
ladies quite a bit.

Yeah.

Still dealing with this little
language barrier, though.

Trying to figure out just quite
how to break the ice.

-Will you excuse us?

-Oh.

I believe they need
to break the ice.

I wasn't always a priest,
you know?

When I was a young man, the
first thing you had to do when

introduced to a woman was
compliment her father's horse.

That--

well, that probably
doesn't help you.

-No, not a whole lot.

-Let me tell you a story.

-Oh, Duncan.

I want to lock you in a hotel
room with me for a week.

-Yeah, well, maybe I should
send you away more often.

-Duncan, I love my new job.

I'd like to stay here,
just for a while.

-You want some company?

-I'd love company.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Only if you want to.

Well, Paris, huh?

I guess I could, uh, hang
out here for a while.

It's a good job, huh?

-Great job.

-Great.

I like being kept.

-Kept?

-Yeah.

You know, I mean, uh, I think
I'm going to hang out on the

barge, catch up on my
reading while you

bring home the bacon.

-Barge?

What barge?

-Oh, I forgot to tell
you about the barge.

No self-respecting museum
curator would

live anywhere else.

-Huh.

So I slave away all day while
you sunbathe on a barge.

Is that it?

-Yeah.

But just think of how
rested I'll be.

[music playing]