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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.

-Thanks.

Thanks.

No, I want something a little more modern than that.

-Are you sure?

-Thanks very much for stopping by.

Bye.

-Have a nice day.

Cheapskates.

-Can I help you?

Miss?

Miss, can I help you with something?

Are you OK?

-I don't know.

This is an antique store.

-That's what the sign says.

-What am I doing here?

-Well, this may be a wild guess, but, uh, you're going

to buy something real expensive, and then I close up

early and take you for a cup of coffee.

-No.

No, I've never even been in this part of town before.

All of a sudden I'm standing outside this shop.

I--

I couldn't stop myself.

Something drew me here, something I can't explain.

-Now, that must be my magnetic personality.

Hey, hey, hey.

Take-- take it easy.

Take it easy.

Come here.

Come here.

Sit down.

Just relax.

Everything;s going to be OK.

-No.

No it's not.

Look, I better go.

This is embarrassing.

I'm sorry I've been such a drag.

-Hey, hey, hey.

It's not sweat.

It's not every day a beautiful stranger just waltzes in here

and falls into my arms.

So, you got a name?

-I'm Felicia.

-I'm Richie.

Listen, uh, perhaps we could, uh, get together sometime,

when your wheels touch the ground.

-Perhaps.

I don't know.

-I just had these printed up.

You're the first lucky person to get one.

You can reach me at that number.

-"Richard H Ryan." What does the H stand for?

-Actually it's, uh--

it's nothing.

I just made it up.

-Thanks.

-Wait, wait.

You're bleeding.

-It's nothing.

-Hold on one second.

We've got to have some

Band-Aids around here somewhere.

I'll be right back.

If anyone should have Band-Aids handy, it's got to

be MacLeod--

big Band-Aids.

Voila.

I found some.

-That's a beautiful outfit.

-You have shoes to match?

-There is a god.

I just can't believe it.

$200,000 for a single sword?

-It's not just any sword.

-I know, I know.

It's even older than you are.

please.

And it's in perfect condition.

-That makes two of you.

-Masamune was a genius.

This blade is 500 layers of carbon steel.

It's a work of art.

-Personally, I prefer a Cezanne landscape.

But of course, you can't slice bread

with a Cezanne landscape.

And then again, I suppose you won't be using

that as a bread knife.

-Good afternoon, Commissioner.

MacLeod, Ms. Noel.

Now, that's a nice word.

How much would something like set me back?

-It's not for sale.

-That's a hell of a way to run a business.

-Are you here in an official capacity, or simply to ponder

the vicissitudes of the antique trade.

-Well, we do have a dead woman down at the morgue.

-Aren't they usually dead?

Or do you sometimes make mistakes?

COMMISSIONER COMINSKI She committed

suicide of a downtown office tower--

700 feet, real mess.

I tell you, if I was planning to end it all, I could think

of a lot cleaner ways.

-Why come to me?

-Because she's a Jane Doe.

No ID, nothing fingerprints, even her teeth were perfect.

Oh, however, we did find this stuffed down her

boot, on her person.

5' 4'', brunette, real looker--

does that ring a bell?

-No

-Yo, Mac, I'm just going to--

what'd I do now?

-Jane Doe.

Yeah.

Number 14.

-You sure this is the first time you saw this woman?

-The only time.

-Until now.

-Well, I guess you must have misplaced this one.

-I keep telling you, the body's gone.

Well, she didn't just get up and walk out here.

Hey, you can't come in here without authorization.

-Ah!

-It's a famous painter of the 19th century.

It's French.

-Tess.

Excuse me.

Um, guy said the book was temporarily out of stock.

-Why couldn't he tell me that on the phone?

-Hey, don't look at me.

-Oh, my God.

-Felicia!

-Oh, my word.

Richie, I'm scared.

And you were so nice to me this morning.

I didn't know who else to turn to.

Help me!

-I will.

-Please!

-I will!

I will!

I will!

I will!

What the hell happened to you?

-This isn't my dress.

I got it--

-Oh, my God.

Felicia.

-She's sleeping.

-There must be some mistake.

People don't fall 700 feet off a skyscraper and survive.

Did she tell you what happened?

-Well--

-Richie, from what I can tell, under all that grime, there is

a very gorgeous human being.

But you don't know anything about her.

-So what was I supposed to say to her?

I'm sorry you're having a bad day, now get lost?

Look, she just needs a place to crash for a while.

She can stay in my room.

I'll sleep on the couch.

-I'm not talking about sleeping arrangements.

Have you forgotten who Duncan is?

He's not going to be happy having a perfect stranger move

in with us.

And do you think Cominski's going to let this drop?

-I'm sorry.

I didn't think.

-That's the problem--

sometimes you don't think.

-What--

-At least not with your head.

-Oh, Tess, come on!

I'm young.

My libidos in meltdown.

-Richie, the whole world can't revolve around

your hormone level.

-Duncan.

That girl--

-I know.

She's alive.

And she's here.

Get out, both of you.

-What?

I don't get it.

I--

-Now!

-Just do as he says.

-All right.

-I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

Who are you?

-Felicia.

Felicia Martins, from Philadelphia.

Am I going crazy?

-No.

It'll be fine.

You can thank God I'm the one that found you.

About three months ago, I started

having these emotions.

They were, uh--

I can't even describe them.

I mean, I thought I was going mad.

I was brought up to believe that killing

yourself is a sin.

I just wanted to die.

-Tell me about this morning.

-Well, I was having coffee at this sidewalk cafe.

I was trying to get up the nerve to--

and this feeling took control of me.

And the next thing you know, I was in this

room, talking to Richie.

-You see, it's only when we die that become immortal.

Maybe the closer you came to that time, you instinctively

began searching for someone who could help you.

-But I'd never even heard of you.

I mean, you make it sound as if we're linked

together in some way.

-We are.

We're linked and locked for all time.

-You're putting me on, right?

-No.

Believe it, Felicia.

You're life depends on it.

-But you just told me I couldn't die.

-Well, there's one way.

Your head can be severed from your body.

-What?

Oh, great.

Look, I want out of this.

-Felicia, this isn't a club.

You can't just cancel your membership.

-What, I'm supposed to wait around for some maniac to chop

my head off?

-No.

The Gathering is here.

You will be challenged by Immortals with centuries of

experience, men and women who live and die by the sword.

-Oh, man.

What am I going to do?

-I'm going to teach you.

-Teach me?

Teach me what?

-How to kill them before they kill you.

-OK.

OK, what's my other choice?

-You don't have one.

Get some rest.

-This is the Coronelli map of London, 1689.

It's very rare to find a copy with an ornamental border.

It's very rare.

This one must have cost a fortune.

-You really know maps.

-It's a hobby of mine.

It's too bad this one's a fake.

That's impossible.

-What can I say?

Goodnight.

Felice Marten.

-You must be his woman?

And what's this?

It can't be his.

-It is.

We adopted the baby.

-So Devereux's settling down, trying to

become the family man?

How pathetic.

-Go away!

You won't find him here.

He's in Paris on business.

-I know.

I didn't come for him.

-He's an impressive fighter, your Monsieur Devereux.

-By the time I meet him face to face, I want him to have

nothing to live for!

Nothing.

-I'd almost forgotten you, little one.

-Wow.

That is some outfit.

-It's Tessa's.

-Yeah, I know.

I recognize it.

You know, you'd make a great model.

-Yeah, I used to do some sitting.

But I--

I didn't go for it.

I mean, lying there naked, with all those guys

looking at my body.

-Yeah, it must be kind of weird.

-Turned me on.

Problem was, there was nothing I could do about it.

So how long have you worked for Mac?

-About six months.

-Mac really cares about you, doesn't he?

-Yeah, I think he does, in his own screwy, Medieval way.

-What about Tessa?

-Tessa--

Tessa's Tessa.

Um, sometimes I think she wishes I'd never moved in, but

other times--

-No.

I meant MacLeod really loves her.

-Oh, yeah, he's wild about her.

-That must be great, to have somebody so crazy about you

that they'd do anything for you.

-It happens now and again.

-If you don't kiss me real soon, I'm going to be very

disappointed.

Let's go to your room.

-I want to.

Oh, I want to.

But Tessa, MacLeod.

-Yeah, you're right.

Bad idea.

Because I make a lot of noise.

-Oh.

I've never met anyone like you before in my life.

Thank God, I'd be dead.

-Felicia.

Are you ready?

Oh, yeah, right.

I forgot See you later, Richie.

-We won't be long.

-Where are guys off to?

-Shopping.

-Yeah, I can't wear Tessa's things forever.

We'll finish our talk later.

-Can I help you with something, sir?

-Do you know a woman by the name of

Felicia, Felicia Martins?

-Felicia Martins.

Um, no, I can't say that I do.

But, um--

-Either you tell me the truth now, or you tell me later.

Now is a lot easier.

-Truth and honesty are my middle names.

But I've never heard of this Felicia.

-Just who do you think you're pushing around here.

-You.

Pal.

-Vanish, now!

Before I call the cops.

-Go ahead, stick it right here.

If you don't, I'm going to rip your heart out.

-Look, I told you, I've never heard of this woman.

Get out of here, now!

-Somehow, I don't believe you.

But for now I'll let it go.

I was never here.

-Yeah, I know, I just had a major memory blowout.

You never saw this man before?

Never.

He just breezed right in.

And you're sure he was an Immortal?

I'd stake my life on it.

Well, whoever he is, he's still out there.

And you're a sitting target.

And Richie's one as well.

-Hey, I can take care of myself.

-Is that why your face looks like a blueberry pancake?

-You didn't have to put him down like that.

He's very sweet.

-He could also be very dead.

So, you're positive the Coronelli map is a fake?

Your reason?

-I painted it.

Surprise!

OK, I haven't exactly been truthful.

I met this guy.

He said people would pay big bucks for the right maps.

He knew everything.

But he couldn't draw to save his life.

And I'm good, aren't I?

-Very good.

-I'll pay you back, don't worry.

Just as soon as I get some money.

-Well, let's hope you live long enough.

Goodnight.

Tomorrow we start your training.

-Goodnight.

Switch off the lights please.

Suppose I survive the-- what did you

call it, the Gathering?

What happens then?

You would have absolute power.

Take the sword.

-Absolute power.

Hey, it's worth a shot.

-Don't joke about it.

That is a Masamune sword.

No one has ever fought with a finer weapon.

Now come at me.

-Well, I--

I don't want to hurt you.

-You won't.

OK.

Now take the sword in your right hand,

just behind the guard.

good.

Now feel the rhythm of the blade.

Use your feet.

Through your legs.

Put your left hand on the blade to give

you power and control.

Good, you're strong.

Your strength is in the blade, not in the arms.

That's why you'll be able to fight as well as a man.

Now, when you attack, attack with the

weak part of the blade.

When you defend--

come at me.

Change the rhythm of our attack so that your opponent

cannot anticipate your true speed.

That's very good.

-So all the knowledge and power is

shared by the Immortals.

-That's right.

There's some who can't wait to get their hands on it.

-Bad guys.

How do you tell which is which?

-You can't--

until it's too late.

Let's.

-If I were to take your head off right now, I would receive

all your knowledge and strength.

That is the Quickening.

-I'm afraid I don't have very much knowledge or strength.

-Guess I better wait awhile.

Here.

-I came to finish what you started, Devereux.

-You have a short memory, Felice Marten.

You are the one that started

this 120 years ago.

-You do have a long memory.

-You destroyed everything that was dear to me.

-That was the idea.

-I swore I'd find you.

And then a few weeks ago, they said you'd gone to America.

You deliberately threw yourself from the tower.

You knew you would not die.

Why?

-The Highlander.

-MacLeod is here?

-Yes.

I want him!

There can be only one!

-Felicia.

What's wrong?

-Nothing.

Nothing at all.

As a matter of fact, I feel incredible.

Make love to me, Richie.

Now, before this feeling goes away.

-Good.

Now you feel the flow.

Make sure you keep the distance.

OK.

That's much better.

But remember, this isn't an Olympic event.

There's no medal for placing second.

Anything and everything is allowed.

-Like that?

-Yeah, just like that.

Never forget, you have two hands.

Face me.

The most important lesson--

anger doesn't give you an edge, it blunts you.

Make your adversary angry.

The madder he gets, the more chances you have

he will make a mistake.

-And one mistake's all I'll need.

Let's try again.

-No, that's enough for today.

-If this sword was made by the greatest craftsman who ever

lived, how come you're not using it?

-This sword and I survived for 400 years.

it was given to me by another Immortal, a Clansman.

It is an extension of who I am.

-Well, that's something I'll never have.

-That's not true.

Your reality starts here.

Keep the Masamune, it's yours.

Don't touch the blade.

Always use the handle.

Take good care of it.

Make it part of you.

It may be the only friend you have.

-So MacLeod finally gave in, huh?

-Excuse me?

-I said, so MacLeod finally gave in.

-What?

-He took the Coronelli map off display.

-Yeah.

I'm sure he had his reasons.

-Like maybe he was wrong, but that could never

happen, could it?

-Duncan is hard-headed, but he's far from stupid.

He doesn't trust Felicia.

I don't blame him.

-So this is trash Felicia week.

-Richie, I've never met a female Immortal before.

OK, fine, I admit it.

But I've known 100 women just like her.

-She's going to break my heart and leave me lonely.

Tessa, I don't care.

-I don't buy that.

-I mean, I don't care what happens a month from now or a

year from now.

I've got time on my side.

Not like you.

-Excuse me.

You.

-I'll be in my workshop.

-Cominski.

Back again.

We cannot go on meeting like this.

-Don't get fresh with me, kid.

That woman that you said came in here before she jumped off

the tower.

-Felicia Martins.

-Yeah, her, the one that did the disappearing act down at

the morgue.

You seen anything of her?

-I have a couple of things to do.

Just say inside.

-And don't go anywhere without you, I know.

-I know this sounds bizarre, but this woman may be the

killer we've been after all these months.

-A dead woman walks out the morgue and starts hacking

people's heads off--

yes, I would definitely say "bizarre" is a good word.

-You see her, you give me a call.

OK?

-For you, Cominski, anything.

Now you be sure and have a nice day.

Hi.

-Hey.

Hello.

So, someone finally pulled the wool over

Duncan MacLeod's eyes.

How much did this set you back?

-$10,000.

$10,000 would be a

good price for a Coronelli.

-If it were genuine.

-Maybe I've spent too many years checking out forgeries,

Duncan, but who the hell's to say what's genuine.

Take this map.

It's a beautiful piece of work.

it gives you pleasure.

What does it matter who drew it?

It matters very much right now.

-Make a note, Sam.

Don't ever try to rip off Duncan MacLeod.

I've never seen you this steamed.

-I'm not angry, I'm just--

curious.

Get out of here.

Your pride's showing, lad.

-Someone told me it was a forgery.

I just--

I don't believe them.

-Believe them.

Believe them.

But I can see how you were fooled.

It's not a Coronelli, but it's as damn near as makes no

difference.

-What do you mean?

-The oxidation of the ink.

Whoever forged this forged it at least 200 years ago.

Don't you understand?

I had to kill him, Richie.

Listen.

Sooner or later that cop's going to come back.

Come away with me.

Europe, Africa, anywhere, as long as we're together.

-What about MacLeod and Tessa?

-You don't need them anymore.

I love you.

I want to be with you forever.

-Yeah, well, forever's a relative word

for us, isn't it?

-I want to be with you to the day you die,

and that's a promise.

-All right, let's go.

-Richie, we don't need any money.

I've got a box in my apartment.

It's under the floorboards by the window in my bedroom.

-I thought you were broke.

-Well, it's the money from the maps that I forged.

I want you to go pick it up.

Someone might recognize me.

You know High Cliff Park, that small beach by the pier?

I'm going to go rent a car, going to pack your things.

I'll meet you there at 8:00.

-I should say goodbye to Tessa.

-That's not a good idea, and you know it.

I'll say goodbye for you.

I love you.

I'll see you at 8:00.

-Felicia.

You frightened me.

-I came to say goodbye.

-Why?

Where are you going?

-I'm not going anywhere.

You are.

It's part of my strategy, always has been.

Cut away a man's support and watch him crumble.

-You're after Duncan.

I knew it.

You are out of your mind.

He'll destroy you.

-Could be.

But you'll be dead.

-Don't even think about it.

I may not be able to kill you, but I'll give you a facial you

won't forget.

Now get out!

-You tell MacLeod to meet me at Andrews

Beach tonight at 8:00.

-What makes you think he'll come?

-If he doesn't show, he won't be able to say bye bye to

little Richie.

Hey, kid.

-Felicia?

-What?

-I--I didn't recognize you.

What-- what--

-It must be the outfit.

I kind of like it.

It's more me.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, the outfit--

um, look, we've got a problem.

I took your bedroom apart.

I couldn't find the money anywhere.

-Get real, kid.

You really think I'd hide money under the floorboards?

I just need to get you on this beach.

My money's in Zurich.

-Zurich?

-Yeah, where all the old Immortals keep their money.

-MacLeod, what the hell are you doing here?

-How'd you figure that one out?

-The map.

You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you?

-I take pride in my work.

-You didn't teach me that one, Highlander.

The Italians call it the.

It's used for overly aggressive attackers who are

off balance.

-That sword I gave you was noble weapon.

I told you to make it part of yourself, but you cannot do

that when you do not know who you are.

it would have served you well against any other

sword but this one.

No, no, no.

Mac, please.

-Do it.

-Cross my path again and I will.

-We'll see each other again.

-Better not be in this lifetime.

You OK?

-Yeah.

What about her?

-She'll survive.

-Mac, I'm sorry.

And here we are, we're the

princes of the universe.

And here we belong, fighting for survival.

We've got 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.