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Remember, Highlander

Remember?

Free men of the planet, hear me.

We gather together in secret for the last time.

You suffer u nder the yoke of General Kata na's rule for the last time.

And you stand without a leader for the last time.

Will you lead us, Ramírez?

No, I'm not you r leader.

But because I see with eyes different from yours...

I see a man...

with a great destiny before h im.

Who is he? Show him to us!

Let him show himself.

Yes. You.

We are now as one.

How do we start?

Not we. You. And you sta rt with Kata na.

Genera I Kata na's attacking!

Remember the rebellion?

The cause is still just...

and still yours.

Break ra nks! Get more men!

My friends in here remind me of you a nd Ra mírez.

So dead ly in their own environment, yet...

so tame and servile in mine.

Maybe they're just waiting.

Wa iting for what?

For you to get careless.

Maybe they are.

But as of tomorrow, waiting won't be an option for you, will it?

You sure?

Let's get on with it.

The punish ment for rebel lion is death.

J udge them guilty, a nd I'll execute them here, now.

You forget you rself, Genera I Kata na.

As you well know, for many yea rs we have exiled those rebels and criminals...

who, like you, possess this unholy immortality.

Therefore, I sentence you both to this same exile-

a n exile into the future.

- What? - Si lence, Genera I Katana!

I n that distant futu re, you wi ll face other I mmorta ls in trial by combat...

from which only one can survive.

And, as is you r way...

you will die on ly when you r head is cut from your body.

- Will we be together? - Well, not at first.

But we are joined in a way that can never be broken...

not even by death.

When you need me, you'll only have to ca ll my na me.

I'll always find you.

Finally, the last one to survive wi ll have a choice.

Choice? What choice?

G row old and d ie in the future...

or retu rn here with his freedom a nd faith restored.

Priests.

Now go, and remember...

there can be on ly one.

Okay, M r. MacLeod, the show is over.

I thought so too, Charlie.

I rea lly did.

I rea lly did.

Good evening and welcome to TSC's nightly report.

Today's satellite readings from above the shield...

confirm that highly dangerous levels of ultraviolet radiation...

continue to bombard the planet in the absence of the ozone layer

But here below the shield we are protected and safe.

At a press conference held earlier..

The corporation's chief financial officer, David Blake, denied growing rumors...

of a management shake-up.

Alan Neyman, president of TS was unavailable for comment...

and he seems increasingly isolated

Shield Corporation. May I help you?

- Alan Neyman, please. - Who may I say is calling?

Tell him it's a friend. Tel I him it's MacLeod.

- Please hold - Thank you.

I'm sorry. He's not accepting any calls at the moment.

Any message?

No, no message.

- Thank you for calling. - Tha n k you.

Hey, grand pa!

You got some change for the oxygen machine?

Hey! Hey, you cheap fuck!

You deaf or what?

You. You're MacLeod, aren't you?

So what?

Yea h, right. So what?

Okay, okay. Come on. We're out of here!

- Let's go! - Come on, guys! Forget it!

Let's go! Move!

- What was that? - What was what?

I heard something. I'm ca lling it in.

Security.

I heard something. You see anhing?

I don't see nothing. Could be fish.

Fish live in the lake.

Not in this lake.

Yeah? Well, I've seen 'em.

It was a fish.

Come on, Louise. Let's do it.

Here it is.

We've got 30 seconds to get a clear reading.

I'm going into the computer.

Blue alert!

- Check your monitor! - Three-zero-point-four-fou r!

I mpossible. Rad iation levels can't be normal.

Go to red!

- Come on, Louise. Keep moving. - But you don't know what this means.

You can tel I me about it later.

Go, go, go!

Shoot! Shoot!

Let's split u p!

What now, gentlemen?

Isn't that your friend MacLeod, Genera I?

He's getting older, but he's still a live.

I know that! I'm not blind!

Good. Then you can a lso see that he hasn't made his choice yet.

He stil I has time to come back to us.

Wonderful.

Corda! Reno!

Where a re you?

There you are.

I want you to leave for the futu re immediately.

Find MacLeod a nd kil I him.

But I thought you said MacLeod was morta I a nd will never return.

Do me a big favor, Corda. Don't think.

He's a n old man now. He'I I be dead in a couple of weeks.

I don't care.

Find him for me. Kil I h im.

It's so ha rd to get good help.

- Hey, J immy. - Hey, M r. MacLeod.

- How you doing? - Good. Good.

All right, al I right.

- Ousceva? - Ousceva.

- Here you go. - Good evening.

Reports have just come in of a terrorist attack on the Shield Control Center

According to information available at this time...

the group calling themselves Cobalt...

successfully made an attempt to enter Shield Control..

For propaganda purposes.

The Shield Corporation had this comment.

What Cobalt is doing is insanity,

Any tampering with the shield ofany kind..

Endangers the lives of every man, woman and child on the planet.

Cobalt is known to be headed by environmental terrorist Louise Marcus...

who led the raid and remains at large at this time.

Pretty girl.

- You're a good boy, J immy. - Wel I, bottoms u p.

Hey! Are you MacLeod?

Hey, I asked you a question. Are you MacLeod?

Yes, I am.

G reat. I always wanted to meet the guy that turned the world to sh it.

He saved our lives, if you ask me.

I'm not asking you.

Okay. What do you wa nt?

Did you ever think about that before you covered the sky with that pu ke?

- Who are you? - Me?

I'm nobody. All right?

I work all day and my life stinks...

a nd it's your goddamn fau lt, you old basta rd.

Don't turn you r back on me!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

There are some people in this world...

who know when to stop...

a nd some people who don't.

Which kind are you?

Okay, M iss Nobody, you're out of here.

Come on, come on- Come on! Come on!

- You're gone. - I'll see you again.

Anytime.

Oh, Jesus. Why do they a lways pick my place?

Know what I'm saying? I'm sorry, M r. MacLeod.

No problem, J immy. No problem.

Watch it!

Son of a bitch!

- Are you a I I right? - Yea h. Yeah, I'll be fine.

You just hang in there, M r. MacLeod. I'I I be right back.

Hey, you! Come back here! I'm ta lking to you!

Maybe I shou ld get this one.

What was that?

What the hel I was that?

Oh, no.

Not aga in.

M r. MacLeod?

Yes?

I'm Louise Marcus.

Terror is a da ngerous business, Ms. Marcus.

I'm not a terrorist.

Well, whatever you are, Ms. Marcus, you'I I have to excuse me.

I had some very disturbing news.

Did somebody die?

U nfortunately not.

Good-bye, Ms. Marcus.

You know, I used to read about you.

You had such great passion for the world.

I admired you.

I can see that's a I I gone now.

You're nothing but a tired, old man.

More than you know.

Oh, no, you don't.

The world is dying, MacLeod.

I need you r help.

Please get out of the car.

No way.

Suit yourself.

Listen, MacLeod, when I broke in tonight, the nu mbers and figures I saw didn't add up.

Someth ing's wrong, a nd Bla ke's trying to cover it up.

- What do you wa nt me to do? - Help me.

I can't. Not now.

What happened to the MacLeod that everyone believed in?

That was 40 yea rs ago. I'm an old man.

Are you all right? What's the matter?

You gotta go.

Who are they?

I don't know.

MacLeod!

Was that just a lucky guess?

Wait a min ute. What a re we doing?

- Get in there. Don't make a sou nd. - I n here?

- You've gotta be kidding. - Come on!

- Let me have h im. - But I want him!

It's my turn.

MacLeod!

You're going to d ie!

Ramírez! My old friend Ramírez!

Than k you!

MacLeod.

I hate to say good-bye, H ighlander!

Why? Are you going somewhere?

Hey, pa I, you got a light?

Thanks.

Come on.

Come on!

Ramírez!

Ramírez!

Alas, poor Yorick.

I knew him, Horatio.

A fel low of infinite jest-

Wel I, now.

Alas, poor Yorick.

I knew him, Horatio.

Actua lly, the name is Ramírez.

- Will you get out of here? - Excuse me?

A fel low of infinite jest...

of most excel lent fa ncy.

Forgive me for interrupting you r conversation but-

He hath borne me u pon his back a thousand times.

Now, how abhorred in my imagination it is.

My gorge rises at it.

Here h ung those lips...

that I have kissed I know not how oft.

Sir, whatever you gentlemen felt for each other when your friend was still alive...

is certa in ly none of my affair.

What's you r fucking game, shithead?

Shithead? What's a shithead?

Get off the stage!

My apologies!

E nough of this useless ba nter.

I sha ll be on my way a nd leave you to converse with your sku ll.

Farewel I, dear shithead.

Farewell.

Rather glad the magic works.

So much for the horse and ca rt.

Louise.

Who are you?

I'm Con nor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

And I cannot die.

I'm Louise Ma rcus from Flagstaff, Arizona.

Let me just see if I ca n get this straight.

You're mortal there, but you're immortal here...

u ntil you kil I a ll the guys from there who have come here...

a nd then you're mortal here.

U n less you go back there...

or some more guys from there come here...

in which case you become immorta I here... aga in.

- Something like that. - Of cou rse.

It wou ld be something like that, wou ld n't it?

- Quite a night. - Tel I me about it.

Think I do this every Satu rday night?

Let's say it's a kind of magic.

That's not what I was tal king a bout.

So, what do you wa nt me to do?

You built the sh ield. Maybe you can figure out what's going on up there.

What a re you saying?

Something is being kept very, very q uiet.

Even your old pa I Ala n is on a tight leash.

I cou ldn't get anyone to listen to me.

So you started Coba lt.

Got you r face on nationa I TV.

Well, of course.

Somebody had to get people's attention...

sta rt asking questions, find out the truth.

Someone like you?

No, damn it!

Someone like you.

Excellent th reads, dude.

Shithead.

- May I help you, sir? - I wou ld like a suit of clothes.

And why not, indeed?

We are the oldest gentlemen's tailor in Scotla nd.

Wel I, then, I've come to the right place...

since I am, without a doubt, the oldest gentleman in Scotla nd.

Well, if you say so, sir.

Well, let's get sta rted.

I have a long journey ahead of me and limited time.

I'm afraid sir still doesn't understand.

A suit may take several weeks to complete.

I'm afraid sir damn well does understand...

a nd sir wou ld like a suit of clothes by 3:00.

There is noth ing like a cha I lenge to bring out the best in man.

With ou r compliments, sir.

Thank you, Roy.

- Can we a rrange a limo for you, sir? - Limo?

Yes, to take you to the airport.

Airport?

You did say you had a long journey ahead of you.

Yes.

Wel I, I believe the fastest way is still to fly.

To fly.

Yes, of course.

To fly.

Have you ever seen a blue sky?

Sure.

What was it like?

It was-

It was the deepest blue you ever saw.

But it was more than that.

White clouds sudden ly tu rning da rk with ra in.

And the smel I of grass after the storm.

Red leaves in fa ll.

Snow in winter.

It was bea utiful.

And we thought it wou ld last forever.

I wish you could have seen it.

So do I.

I'd like to...

just once before I die.

Yes.

Yes.

I guess if you wa nt something done...

you have to do it yourself.

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and prepare meals from beyond the grave.

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It happens again!

That was great! Yes!

Where the hell am I ?

This sure doesn't look like Ka nsas, does it?

- Godzilla! - Godzilla!

Oh, my God!

Oh, God.

Did you see what he did?

Yo, look out!

You're a little one, aren't you?

Bet you've a lways wa nted to d rive one of these, hu h?

Me too.

H I!

Yes!

Give me more!

Let's have some fu n!

Oh, my God!

Last stop.

Can't even make a decent cu p of coffee anymore.

You a lways use too much water.

- Mac? - Ala n.

Where the hell have you been?

I'm so glad you're here.

So many things have happened. We must ta lk.

Okay.

Good God.

You look fantastic.

What have you been doing? Working out?

Have you had a face lift?

Something like that.

Do you remember the d rea ms we had?

Remember the day?

Good evening. Only a few months now until the ozone layer is completely gone.

A team of international scientists led by Dr Alan Neyman...

and supervised by Connor MacLeod...

work around the clock.

This may be the last chance for planet Earth.

This is TSC. We a re sta nding by for shield launch.

They'I I remember this day for a thousand years-

The day we protected the planet from the sun.

All personnel please leave the area.

We are starting the final countdown.

All personnel please leave the area. We are starting final countdown.

TS this is Florida Control. All power for the shield-

All systems are go. Please run final checks on all shield power elements.

All personnel please leave the area. We are starting final countdown.

TS this is Houston Space Control.

Satellite is in final receiving position. You can start final countdown.

Sta nd by. This is it.

Roger, Control. We are stand ing by.

This is it!

Florida Controi, this is TSC

The December shield installation is ready to receive.

To all power sources around the world, this is TSC

We are ready to receive.

- Iaunch minus I 0- - Ten seconds and cou nting.

Okay, boys, let's make th is a good one. The world is watching.

Four, three, two, one.

Ignition!

What a day.

What a great day.

It was a great idea, wasn't it, Mac?

It still is.

But you don't know what's happened.

It's wondel.

-Alan- - Come here. let me show you.

Come on.

Forgive me, Alan.

I didn't realize you got in this early.

Not usua lly, but we got to ta lking.

Forgive me. David Blake, Connor MacLeod.

Yes, of course.

I'm afraid I'd forgotten you were still a live.

Always.

Someth ing on the computer?

Oh, no. No, no.

- Nothing I won't remember. - I hope so.

Alan, as long as we have you here, we might just as wel I get off to an early sta rt.

- Fine. - My office?

All right.

M r. MacLeod, I'm terribly sorry to have to brea k this up.

But I trust you can find your own way out.

Sure. Ta ke care of yourself, Alan.

- By the way, how is the shield business? - Never better.

It must be great to have every cou ntry in the world as your customer.

Actua lly, M r. MacLeod...

we prefer to think that we protect the popu lation of the pla net...

from death by solar radiation.

It is a rather unique service. Don't you agree?

As long as it's necessa ry.

Meaning?

Maybe one day the ozone layer wil I repair itself.

That wou ld indeed be a great day for the h uman race, wou ld n't it?

But it really makes no difference anymore...

since you built the shield to last forever.

Nothing lasts forever.

My na me's Jerry Pritchard, man. What do they call you?

It's quite comfortable back here. Rather like a coffin.

Right. People in this town, they'd kil I you for a nickel, man.

- Hey, cabbie, you wa nt some? - Get the fuck away from my ca r!

Scu mbags! Scumbags!

Rea lly.

You're in the music business, aren't you?

Cal I it a hunch. I knew that.

So you're in the music business, man. That's cool.

I wish I was in the music business. My sister was in the music business.

You should meet her. I think you'd get along.

- Stop now. - What? Here?

Now.

This is good. This is a good place to stop.

Godda mn!

Shit! Fuck! Yea h!

I'll get out here.

Wow! Yea h!

Out of control!

You a nd my sister, man- Forget it!

I should introduce you two. You cou ld sit arou nd and...

compare tattoos or something, man.

You're crazy!

What next, ma n?

Centra I, this is Jerry Pritchard!

Hello? Hello? Shit, man. I should have stayed in school.

Centra I, hello? I've got-

Just take it easy, a ll right?

Come on- Come on. Central! Central!

Shit, man.

Put a ll this on my tab.

And, Jerry, add a little something for yourself.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Forgive me asking yet again...

but how do we remain so high above the Earth with safety?

By d rin king!

Welcome to your Transatlantic flight.

Please fasten your seat belts.

In the unlikely event of a loss of cabin pressure...

oxygen masks will drop from the ceiling.

Place it over your mouth and nose and breathe normally

In case of fire, please do not panic.

Place smoke hood over your head and crawl to your nearest exit.

Thank you for flying with us, and enjoyyour flight.

My kind of town.

I'm waiting, MacLeod.

Come to me.

I'm waiting!

But on the contra ry, Virginia...

a ll of the most beautiful women had da rk hair.

Helen of Troy, Cleopatra, Nefertiti, Joa n of Arc...

to name but a few.

I n fact, it's wel I known that the dark-haired ladies...

like to sit-

- Would you like to order something? - Thank you. May I have some water, please?

Of cou rse. Something else for you, sir?

No, tha nk you. I never eat anyth ing I cannot identify.

Thank you.

That's not entirely true, of course.

Forgive me, my husband, for leaving you so soon.

I'm so scared, Connor

I wanted to stay and love you.

The sun is killing us.

Help the ones that are stil I a live.

Hold my hand.

Promise me, Connor.

Anything.

Promise me you'I I do something to stop this.

Aye, love. I will.

I love you.

It was all going to be so good, so clean.

And for one brief moment, it was.

I used to wish you were here to see it.

But not anymore.

Not after what it's become...

what it's done to us.

Bravo. Bravo.

Excellent.

I a lways did ad mire a ma n who could talk to the dead.

It's so good to see you again, MacLeod.

The remains of your mortal wife?

So frail.

So very dead.

At least she's at peace.

Peace is high ly overrated.

Things don't change, Kata na.

I like that.

After a ll these yea rs, you're stil I a jerk.

What do you mean?

After al I this time, I was ready to kick back, grow old and die.

You cha nged everything.

And now I'm back to sq uare one.

I mmorta I... again.

So, Katana, let's see who goes back after a ll.

I rather like this place.

It's got atmosphere.

I just might stay.

Get o

Remember the golden ru le, H igh la nder.

We must never fight on holy ground.

And this...

is holy ground.

Ashes to ashes...

dust to d ust.

If you don't take it out and use it, it's going to rust.

- On three! - Break!

Red 36, Blue 2 I ! Hikel Hike! Hike!

Ship's log.. The Rosema ry.

The men are all gone now, God rest their souls.

I alone have come back from the dead.. again.

Who knows how long I will continue to drift-

days, months, years?

As of this day- September 6, 1853-

Captain MacLeod no longer exists.

Will this never end?

Not bad.

N icely played, MacLeod...

but the ga me's not over yet.

What ha ppened to you? Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Who is the girl in the painting?

That was Heather-

my first wife.

We lived in Scotla nd in 1542.

What was she like?

Full of love. Fu ll of life. Till the end.

I held her in my arms when she died.

An old woman.

I still loved her.

And the other?

That's Brenda- my last wife.

She looks lovely.

She was.

She died in New York, 29 yea rs ago.

That's a long time to be a lone.

You get used to it.

Do you real ly?

No.

What is it?

Oh, no. Not again.

Go upstairs.

Damn.

G reetings, H igh la nder. You cal led?

I ncredible.

What took you so long? They cou ld have kil led me.

Don't be ridiculous.

You've remembered a lmost everyth ing I taught you.

I've had a lot of practice lately.

There's no su bstitute for experience.

What experience? You've been dead for 500 years.

- So? - Watch it!

- Watch what? - "Watch what?"

The scul ptu re!

That's a sculptu re?

Now you are being ridiculous.

Remember, MacLeod- you ca lled me.

- To magic. - Magic works.

It's n ice to see that some th ings have actually improved over the years.

Is this private?

Not necessa rily.

This is J ua n Sánchez Vil la-Lobos Ramírez...

my old friend and teacher, visiting from Scotland.

Visiting most u nexpectedly from Scotla nd.

This is Louise Marcus.

Watch it. She's wa nted by the police.

I didn't realize the police had such good taste.

So, you two have known each other for a long time.

Seems like an eternity.

Please don't bother, Ala n. Every time you tu rn that th ing on...

it just gets printed out in my office.

And yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...

that includes your little computer conversation with MacLeod the other day.

Besides, what good could you possibly do, old ma n?

- What do you mean? - I don't know.

How about for starters that there simply isn't enough energy on the planet...

to take down the sh ield without killing us a ll?

If I'm going too fast, slow me down, but I think you shou ld know this al I, Alan.

I mea n, you designed the thing.

You a nd this... MacLeod.

But that was only in case the shield was threatened.

Wel I, that's fu n ny, Ala n!

'Ca use I was under the impression that that's precisely what had happened.

But it rea lly doesn't matter now, does it?

So why don't you and I try and relax.

No tears.

Because it's business as usual-

forever.

You have a llowed yourself to become a traitor, Alan.

And as I think you know, we have a fa bu lous place for tra itors.

Don't we?

Gentlemen...

I can now assure you that Coba lt wil I no longer be a problem.

I n fact, earlier today...

the Shield Police were once again able to stop an attempt-

H i.

Excuse me, but I do believe that you'll find...

the costume party is in a nother bu I lding.

This ha ppens to be a meeting...

a nd no one interrupts a meeting of the corporation.

The corporation. What luck.

You see, I've come to join the corporation.

And here you a I I are.

Where do I sign u p?

I think I've had enough of you.

Good-bye, Atti la.

Yes, indeed.

That was brillia ntly done.

Bravo.

Yes!

You know, guys...

this is no way to treat your n umber one draft choice.

Hey.

Pa rtners.

I believe you ca nnot ru n a business without partners.

Right.

- This is a business, isn't it? - Yes, it is.

We like to think of it as a good business.

What exactly is it that you want...

partner?

The H igh la nder.

Right.

Wi lson, cou ld we get on the H ighlander thing as soon as possible?

MacLeod.

You created that monstrosity?

Why?

It was necessa ry at the time.

So was Noah's flood, but that at least served its purpose.

Cleansed the Earth from evil and gave it a fresh start.

Thirty-three degrees...

26 minutes north latitude.

That's where Neyman said there was a system failure.

- Meaning what? - Meaning we ca n go above the shield.

We will stil I requ ire a longitude, won't we?

MacLeod.

Ala n Neyman's been taken to Max.

Max? Who's Max?

A high-security prison.

MacLeod.

Your time is now!

You have entered a restricted area.

Please identily yourself immediately

I am...

Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos Ramfrez...

chief meta llurgist to King Philip I I of Spain, and I a m at you r service.

This is Checkpoint One outside of security insta I lation Max.

- Identiyourselves. - Hey, take it easy, man.

First time in the desert. Which way to Vegas?

Okay, jerk-face. Stay put, and we'll come get you.

H it it, d ude!

Get ready. Here it comes.

H i.

You won't shoot me, will you? I mean-

Thank you.

I was just hitch ing a ride...

a nd then these two guys grabbed me a nd-

Oh, my. And th rew me in the tru n k a nd-

Shit.

Hel lo. I'm Dr. Sonny Jackson, a nd I've looked over your report.

As near as I can tel I, you have a few bruises and lacerations...

but I think you'I I be okay in a day or so.

Thanks. How about them?

No way. They were both dead before the car stopped.

I'm amazed they got as far as they did.

Gosh, I've never seen a mess like that.

They must have ta ken a bout a h undred bu llets or so.

Excuse me. 108.

112, myself.

Come on. You're not counting that little scratch, a re you?

Scratch? What are you ta lking about? It passed right through me.

And just look at my splendid waistcoat.

Wait a min ute. You guys- You boys are-

You guys a re... dead.

Larry!

All right, these tunnels ru n a long both sides of Max...

a nd they end up at the sa me place.

They both have secu rity rooms, a nd Neyma n's in one of them.

So we shou ld split up, a nd we'll meet back together at the end.

You ta ke this way. Let's go, MacLeod.

No more. No more!

Alan.

Oh, my God.

Please.

Listen. Other coordinate-

Six degrees, 42 minutes west.

You can get through the shield there.

You must see for you rself.

- Mac? - Yes?

We did the right thing to build it.

Yes, we did.

- I won't forget you. - MacIeod

How very touching.

You don't have to worry. No one gets out of Max.

But you said nobody would get in either.

Who's that?

Louise Ma rcus. The head of Coba lt.

A powerfu I enemy, I'm sure.

It doesn't matter now.

Because they're both dead.

Don't let the door close!

Holy shit!

- Just stay back! - I can help!

No, you ca n't- not this time!

Most people have a ful I measu re of life.

And most people just watch it slowly drip away.

But if you can su mmon it a I I up...

at one time...

in one place...

you can accomplish something...

glorious!

My time here is over. You must go and search out Kata na.

It'll take the power of you both to destroy the shield.

Will I ever see you again?

Who knows, H ighlander? Who knows?

Go.

Showtime.

Come on.

Outstand ing!

Time for your bitch to die!

Whatever happens, don't stop.

What?

MacLeod!

I'm fine. I'm fine!

G reat.

Let's go.

MacLeod! MacLeod!

Hold on!

That's it! Come on!

Life is going to be quite predictable without MacLeod.

Aren't we getting just a little overconfident, partner?

You a re betting on me, aren't you?

Oh, yes.

You see, I a lways play the favorite.

Ala n was right.

The shield's got to come down.

There is on ly one way.

I haven't any idea where they are.

I mea n, for God's sake, they d ropped off the screen a lmost 24 hours ago.

Everybody's got to be some place.

Relax. At this point in his life, he's a man with a mission.

And a ll his roads lead to me.

Right. I u ndersta nd that. But I do beg to differ.

What if he did get to Neyma n before he died?

And what if he did get the coordinates?

What of it?

Well, just maybe...

they cou ld figu re it out-

a bout the ozone layer.

And if that's the case-

Well, suffice to say that the compa ny wou ld be spira ling into Chapter 11.

Will you be q uiet? It's MacLeod.

Looks as though you fucked up, eh, pa rtner?

You real ly think so?

Well-

Maybe.

Then again, maybe not.

That's very cute.

Come on!

Come on!

There can be on ly one.

It'll take the power of you both to destroy the shield.

MacLeod!

Most people have a full measure of life.

And most people just watch it slowly drip away,

But if you can summon it all up at one time...

in one place...

you can accomplish something...

glorious.