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He is Immortal.

Born in the Highlands of Scotland 400 hundred years ago.

He's not alone.

There are others like him.

Some good...

...some evil.

For centuries, he has battled the forces of darkness...

...with holy ground his only refuge.

He cannot die...

...unless you take his head and with it his power.

In the end, there can be only one.

He is 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 the world ♫

Last week, on Highlander...

It's time for you to be a hero again.

- Come on, get on. - You got it, man.

You should have seen this guy, Mac. He was awesome.

Did you see his wrist? He's got a scar.

Like he had a tattoo removed, and not very long ago.

Hey, what's happening here?

You're gonna regret this.

Just get in.

Okay, I'm impressed.

Now tell me where you're taking me.

I said, tell me--

You wanna live? Shut up!

Cheekbones are about right...

...but the skin color, eyes, and nose will need some work.

And so will these.

- But you can do it? - Of course.

Are you gonna tell me what's going on here or do I have to guess?

A little surgery.

Even MacLeod has a weakness.

I've found the right weapon. Now it must function perfectly.

Well, I blew it.

I got the kid on my side, but MacLeod doesn't trust me.

Mac, he's just a regular guy.

He's one of them, okay? Listen to me. Listen to me. He's one of them.

Now do you wanna stay alive or not?

Pete.

He's dead. You just couldn't be wrong, could you?

The minor actors have played their roles, Lisa.

Now it's up to the star.

You've done a great job, doctor.

She's exactly like Tessa.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

"I am the truth, and the life."

"He who believes in me will still live, even if he dies, and I will raise him up at the last day."

Hallelujah.

"Come to me, all you who labor and are heavily burdened, and I will give you rest...

"...for I am gentle and humble in heart."

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

Give him, Lord, eternal rest. And shine forever over him. Amen.

What are you doing here?

Paying my respects.

A bit sooner, Pete might still be alive.

You know how you think you know things? Well, I just didn't trust this kid.

I was so sure. Now he's dead, and I don't know what I'm sure about anymore.

Maybe after you live four hundred years, you just forget what it's like to be human.

You always had such a great way of reminding me, Tess.

Oh, I miss you.

Tess?

- Did you see her? - See who?

Mac, what are you talking about?

Nothing.

I'm not in any mood for games, Dawson. Who are you talking about?

Someone in Paris is accessing our computers. Files, records, everything.

Bank funds are being transferred and even I can't trace them.

Well, it's the nineties. Computer theft is a growth industry.

I know.

And that's why we designed our system to be bulletproof.

We?

Horton and I.

We designed it together.

Well, well. Better than I expected.

First MacLeod and the boy, and now Dawson.

The ducks are lining up, Lisa.

You're not paying me for the others.

I'll look after the others.

You just concentrate on MacLeod.

You shot Horton at point blank range, and you both saw him die.

We both saw him hit the river. No body was ever found.

Maybe I'm a lousy shot, all right?

Or maybe he wore a Kevlar vest. Like you said, he always left a way out.

You think Dawson's right.

Horton is as good a survivor as he is a killer, and now it all fits.

What fits?

Horton and your friend Pete.

Pete? Pete is dead! Horton is alive! One's got nothing to do with the other.

You won't leave it alone, will you?

Look, I'll, uh...

I'll keep in touch.

Dust?

Fingerprints.

This owner would rather have someone touch his wife than this car.

Well, actually I was thinking of a different owner, the one with the silver Aston Martin we discussed.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, I remember. You wanted a personal recommendation.

Well?

Well, it seems he moved. I didn't talk to him.

I was wondering if there was a forwarding address somewhere.

Not that I know of.

Too bad.

If he does contact you, you can reach me here.

Absolutely, Mr. MacLeod.

Excuse me.

Tourist!

Who are you?

That's none of your business. You almost got me killed.

Let go of me!

I'm sorry.

What are you staring at?

I know. This is the part where you say I remind you of someone else, right?

Why were you at the cemetery this morning?

How did you know?

I saw you. I was there.

Is that what this is? You've been following me?

No.

What were you doing there?

I was visiting my father's grave. Why were you there?

I was seeing someone, too.

I'm sorry.

Look, you seem like a nice guy, and I really don't know what this is all about...

...but I have to go.

What's your name?

Lisa Millon.

I'm Duncan. Duncan MacLeod.

Nice to meet you.

Well, I'm late.

Can we have lunch sometime, perhaps?

I don't think so.

Maybe some other time?

I'm afraid not.

I love you.

That's it? Most people would be happy.

I'm not most people, Tess.

I know. If you were, I wouldn't love you so much.

Paris, 1983

Tess? If you stay with me, your life's not gonna be like anyone else's.

- And it'll never be the same. - It's already not the same.

I eat, drink, and sleep you, Duncan. I want you forever.

You're sure?

More than I've ever been.

Then you have to know everything about me.

No secrets.

Everything.

Tell me. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter.

It might.

Trust me?

Yeah.

I want you to promise me something.

What?

That you won't call anybody, no matter what happens.

Promise me.

- What... what are you doing? - Promise me. Promise me!

Okay.

Duncan! Oh! Duncan! Duncan! My God! Duncan!

Emergency. Emergency! Hurry, please.

You had to see it to believe that it's real.

Believe what? I don't understand.

I can't die, Tessa.

Never?

I'm not like others.

I was born Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod...

...four hundred years ago in the Highlands of Scotland.

What are you?

I'm Immortal.

I'm human. Just like you.

But I don't age.

I fought in the American Civil War.

I survived the reign of terror in the French Revolution...

...when they still burned witches at the stake.

Does it scare you?

No.

I was just thinking how lonely you must be.

Your parents, your friends, having them all die.

And your children.

I can't have children...

...and you won't have any, either.

That's the price you'll pay for being with me.

You still love me?

How could I stop?

You're such a romantic, MacLeod.

Yeah?

Hi.

Hi.

I got the flowers.

You didn't have to.

No, I didn't.

You didn't have to come, either.

No, I didn't.

That lunch invitation...

Is it still good for dinner?

Yeah.

Do you mind if I change first?

Mac.

I need to talk to you for a second.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about Pete and all that business, and I just...

Lisa Millon, this is Richie Ryan.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm sorry. You really do look like someone we know.

- I guess you weren't kidding. - No, I wasn't.

Later.

Yeah. Sure.

After art school, I did two years at the Sorbonne...

...and then to Florence for postgraduate work.

I met a guy, got married, got divorced...

...and that's the story of my life.

Any more questions?

Not at the moment.

Good. For a minute, I thought you were gonna ask me my mother's maiden name.

What is it?

I'm just joking.

Merci.

You make it.

Where to go?

Huh?

What do you have in mind?

- Nothing, sweetheart. - Yeah, you do.

What are you thinking?

Oh, nothing.

Tessa, you're the most wonderful woman I've known in my entire life.

Do I really look so much like this other woman?

Yes, you really do.

They say everyone has a double somewhere. I'd love to meet mine.

I'm afraid that's not gonna happen.

She was the one in the graveyard?

It's her you were seeing?

I must bring back memories. I'm sorry.

Don't be. I'm glad we met.

So am I.

Drug dealer... maybe a rock star... but antiques?

I'll let you into a little secret. It's a disguise.

I'm actually middle-aged, with bad hair, bad breath, and a bad suit.

So I've noticed.

Thanks. So, what do you paint?

It's not important.

Everything you do is important.

Wallpaper.

What?

Wallpaper. I design wallpaper.

Merci.

Listen, Toulouse-Lautrec turned out posters for the Moulin Rouge...

...and Paul Gaugin was a bank clerk.

You're in good company.

Yeah. Just what I was thinking.

Do you do this for everyone?

Do what?

Make people feel good about themselves.

No. Not everyone.

You seem happy.

Any reason I shouldn't be?

No, just that Horton's out there.

If he is, he is.

This isn't about Horton, is it?

It's about coincidence. It's about being in the right place at the right time.

Mac, I think you might have been right about Pete.

She's not Pete.

Why? Because you don't want her to be?

You're not exactly being objective about this.

I've seen doubles before.

How many times? Once? Twice?

And that's in four hundred years.

I have to play this out, Rich.

Mac, if something looks too good to be true...

...it usually is.

I wish Tessa were back, too, but she's not.

Don't you think I know that?

I don't know.

Do you?

You know, even the damn pigeons look better here than in Chicago.

I'm not much of a pigeon critic, Dawson.

Okay, so we're not critics.

You called because we're such old friends.

I called because I have a problem. You guys still give me the creeps.

You want my help with MacLeod.

How do you know?

Because otherwise, you'd just go to him.

It's this woman he's been seeing. Lisa Millon.

She's a dead ringer for Tessa, right down to the smile.

A doppelganger.

A what?

A perfect double for a living person.

Oh.

Now, if this were a setup, don't you think MacLeod would see through it?

I'm not sure he wants to.

You want me to check her out, even though I give you the creeps.

Yeah, I do.

Anything for an old friend.

Dawson, look out!

God, you've been hit!

Yeah, I got that part.

It was Horton. I saw him. I can't believe it!

How bad is it?

It's bad. You took three rounds.

Oh, skip the details, Dawson.

Okay, Richie, I'd say you were dying.

Not again. Stick around. I'll be right back.

The last two years, I've been working in Belgium.

I've only been back in Paris a few months.

Planning on staying?

I guess that depends on what happens.

We talking about work, here?

Saved by the big statue.

Amazing, huh?

The finesse of those sculptures.

Looks like they're ready to dance.

Ever seen Rodin's work? Oh, you're missing out. Even size didn't matter to Rodin.

He can make anything that seemed light enough to dance. But even you said that there was--

I draw, Duncan. I never studied Rodin. It sounds like she did.

She was a sculptor.

Do you think people can only love once in their lifetime?

No.

Come on.

Did I tell you my great-aunt Marie is very angry with you?

Who?

Aunt Marie. Every Tuesday night, we go to hear jazz.

She used to dance with Josephine Baker in the Latin Quarter.

I thought Josephine Baker danced in the Folies-Bergere.

Well, she's old. She's allowed to forget a few things.

Yeah, I guess so.

Why don't we go see her? I know a great place in Saint Germain.

I don't think I wanna share you with anyone tonight.

That's not a good idea.

They're just pictures.

My God.

You said she looked like me, but I never imagined this.

Give them to me.

I want to see. All this time... I thought you were making love to me.

Lisa, it was you.

Don't touch me! It was her!

Lisa, this is different!

Not for you. You got her back, didn't you?

Lisa! Lisa, wait! Lisa!

Lisa, wait!

Go to hell!

Lisa!

Duncan!

Well done.

You guys have been around for centuries.

I wouldn't think seeing an Immortal come back would be such a big deal.

Well, recording it, yes... but to... but to actually witness it... it's extraordinary.

Well, I guess you're just lucky.

Tell me, how does it feel? Coming back?

I suppose it beats the alternative, but I'm not looking to make a career out of it.

You saved my life.

I was there, it was happening.

Let's call it reflexes.

No, no, no. This does not mean we're gonna start picking out curtains together.

I owe you one.

You might regret that.

I might, indeed.

I know it's only a partial license. I only got the last three numbers.

Well, see what you can do through the Paris police.

All right, call me when you do.

Horton took a shot at Dawson. Nothing to worry about. He hit me instead.

What's wrong?

Lisa's been kidnapped. It happened right in front of me.

Hello?

How are you, MacLeod?

You're a dead man, Horton.

Oh, come, come, that's no way to speak to an old friend.

I just wanted to keep you informed. I have the girl.

Truly remarkable likeness, don't you agree?

Put her on.

Duncan. Duncan, I'm scared.

Did he hurt you?

Not yet. He's crazy, Duncan. Please help me.

Where are you?

Time's up. Oh, just so you don't worry, the girl is fine... so far.

It's me you want, Horton, so why don't you come and get me?

All in good time, MacLeod.

You've already buried Tessa once. I don't think you want to do it again.

Hor--

The man is definitely angry.

I pushed all the right buttons.

You were very good. I think he's really quite fond of you.

Can you blame him?

Time to push the next button.

It's not scheduled for servicing.

But if you insist... we'll have it checked out.

It's perfect. If there's a problem, I can be reached here. It's my new address.

Okay, so Horton's got Lisa. What should we do?

It's me Horton wants. It's me Horton's gonna get.

Hello?

Mr. MacLeod, I was just wondering if you're still interested in that Aston Martin.

Yes, I am.

Well, I have that address you wanted.

Thank you, Alphonso.

Mac, let's just think about this for one second here.

Horton shows up. He takes a shot at Dawson.

Lisa looks exactly like Tessa. Come on. Mac, he's using her.

Even if he is, do you think that's gonna stop him from killing her?

I know he may own her, but whoever she is, her face is Tessa's.

This is Horton's game and Horton's rules. All I can do is play it out.

Alone.

I don't think so.

How about you untie me and deal me in?

Give it a rest.

Maybe we could play something besides cards.

And maybe Horton could blow my brains out.

It's not him you got to worry about.

You all right?

Yeah, I think so.

Where's Horton?

He's gone. He left a few hours ago.

Duncan, what's happening? Why are they doing this to me?

It's a long story. I'll tell you on the way to the barge.

I don't wanna go to the barge.

What are we doing here?

Your father's grave is that way.

I'm not here to see my father. I'm here to see Tessa.

I want you to see the difference between us. She's there. Dead.

I'm here. Alive. I hope that's clear to you.

It is.

But I have one question. What was your face like before?

What?

Before the surgery.

Before what surgery?

- Who was Claudine Bardot? - Who?

Forgotten your mother's maiden name already?

Why are you doing this?

Why are you? The lie is over, Lisa.

Okay. You're right. I lied to you. I lied about everything.

I have a son. His name is Marc. He's six years old. Horton has him.

He said it was you or him, but I could never hurt you, Duncan.

Tell me about Marc.

I have his picture right here.

When does Horton come in?

As soon as you're dead.

When did you know?

Part of me knew when I first saw you. I just didn't wanna believe it.

You're good, Lisa. If that's what your name is.

It is. And don't feel too bad. You aren't the first.

I can be anyone I want, anyone you want me to be.

And you wanted me to be Tessa.

At first. Then I just wanted you to be you.

They all do. I was married to a psychiatrist once.

He kept trying to understand me, to get into my head.

He was still trying when I killed him. They all tried to understand...

...but I'm one of a kind. That's why Horton broke me out of prison.

You're a sociopath.

Smart, but a little late.

So... why bring me here?

It's Horton's idea. The guy's got a sick sense of humor.

What does it feel like when you're about to die? Are you scared?

Is it hard?

Not as hard as it is to shoot someone with an empty gun.

It's over, Lisa. The cops want you in jail, and Horton's gonna want you dead.

Horton and I have a deal.

Only as long as he can use you, and he can't use you anymore.

I've waited a long time for this. It's a shame I have to hurry now.

He's dead. What the hell are you doing?

I'm taking a trophy.

Not this time.

He made me. He said you couldn't use me anymore.

He was wrong.

MacLeod!

Your turn, MacLeod.

Joe, no. He's mine.

Come on, Horton. Face me! Or are you afraid?

I thought you said you were the man I couldn't kill.

You have one chance. Right here.

I'll take care of him.

I'm sorry, Mac.

She's not Tessa. She never was.

- Merci. Have a nice trip. - Goodbye.

I know you're gonna miss it.

It's just a boat.

But it was home. Why're you giving it up?

I mourned Tessa too long. It's time to move on.

Where to?

Oh, I don't know. Somewhere.

Are you coming?

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