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DUNCAN NARRATING: I was born 400 years ago in the highlands

of Scotland.

I am immortal, and I am not alone.

Now is a time of the Gathering, when the stroke of

a sword will release the power of the Quickening.

In the end, there can be only one.

[theme music]

[theme music]

[theme music]

-Excuse me.

-Yes, sir.

May I help you?

-I hope so.

-Hey.

-This is the finest quality we have, and you won't find a

better price.

Hi.

You're new.

What's the matter with Phil?

Is he sick?

[grunting]

-This man's a maniac.

SECURITY [OFFSCREEN]: [inaudible] the women.

-Please, don't.

-Stop right there.

-Don't hurt me.

-Hold still.

[grunting]

-Let her go!

I said, let her go.

[grunting]

-Stop it or you're dead, mister.

-Ah.

[yelling]

Help me.

Ah.

Wait.

Help.

-I'll only be gone for a few days.

You'll do fine without me.

-Yeah?

Well, I already have my little black book out.

-I've seen it.

It's 300 years out of date.

[honking]

-He can wait.

-Hey, the plane won't.

-Those Paris critics better give you rave reviews.

-I'm nervous.

Paris critics are the worst.

-Yeah.

Well, just remember, people become critics when they don't

have what it takes to be artists.

-I wish you were coming with me.

-I wish I was.

-I love you .

Stay out of trouble while I'm gone, OK?

-I'll try.

Maybe I'll, uh, work at updating my little black book.

-Yeah, that would get you in a whole lot of trouble--

from me.

-[sigh].

-Hey.

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Dr. Deets, please pick up

[inaudible].

-Let me handle this.

Uh, there was a kid admitted called Gary Carrell.

-Ryan, isn't it?

Little dicky Ryan.

-Richie.

-That's it.

See, I never forget a rap sheet.

What brings you down here?

Planning to rob a couple of old ladies in intensive care.

-A friend of mine was just brought in.

-That wouldn't be Gary Carrell by any chance?

-Yeah.

How'd you know?

-Just a hunch.

He died five minutes ago.

The guy freaked out for no apparent reason.

We got to be talking a heavy duty drug habit here.

-Sergeant Powell.

-MacLeod, right?

-Correct.

My friend here has just received some

very upsetting news.

Why don't you just lay off him?

-Sorry, kid.

But the witnesses said he went nuts, like King

Kong on angel dust.

-Gary didn't use drugs.

-What are these?

Bruises of some kind.

SGT. POWELL [OFFSCREEN]: He probably

got them in the scuffle.

-Cerebral hemorrhage.

SGT. POWELL [OFFSCREEN]: Could be.

We'll see what the ME comes up with.

He's the doctor.

But five will get you ten this kid was flying on something.

-MacLeod.

I knew you would come.

-You brought me halfway around the world.

But it was worth it to see you.

Why are we meeting on holy ground?

Are you going to tell me your plan to kill me?

-Don't be foolish.

If I wanted your head, would I warn you first?

No.

This sacred place affords me protection from, shall we say,

less honorable of our circle?

[laughter]

-I needed time alone.

-Well, you've had a hundred years since we last saw each

other.

-And I have used them well.

Nature is like a woman, MacLeod.

If she is wise, she does not give up her mysteries quickly.

Imagine if Galileo or Da Vinci had been of our kind.

What wonders they could have coaxed from her.

-You have fermented the Quanla root?

-A hundred years, but I've done it.

-Then you solved the formula?

-That wasn't easy.

That old herbalist.

If I could find his grave, I'd dig it up and

dance on his bones.

A dozen herbs.

Too much of this one and too little of this.

And what do you have?

-A nice stuffing for pheasant.

-That would at least have value.

-Well, he did say that it would not be simple.

-I must have the determination to succeed, I know.

But what does he call 100 years of sleepless nights?

But a few months ago, I found it.

The world is within my grasp.

-You know, it is a shame you did not find

a potion for humility.

-You shall see.

[foreign]

[grunting]

-Is this your idea of helping mankind out of the darkness?

[grunting]

-Combat is the perfect way to test the potion's power.

These men could fight from now until sunset

without fear or pain.

[grunting]

-Mortals are lost children.

We could haul them kicking and screaming into the sunlight.

-If you do not stop this, I will.

-Stop.

I had no intention of taking it to the death.

-You have lived three times as long as I, Kiem Sun.

Have all these years taught you nothing?

Men achieve greatness when they have freedom.

Freedom to fail if necessary, but freedom.

Release them, please.

-Stand aside.

I want to a noble future for the human race.

Is that so wrong?

-No.

But it will not be achieved with potions and drugs.

Or men obeying your every command even to the death.

[yelling]

-They were good and loyal men.

I vow their deaths will not have been in vain.

-Do not tell me you are going to continue with this

madness, Kiem Sun.

I have said it before and I will say it again, our

business is the Gathering.

Prepare yourself for it or it will swoop down and you will

lose your head.

-There must be one more root.

By itself it produces euphoria, but combined with

the other ingredients, it becomes so volatile, so

unpredictable.

I must get back to work at once.

-You are not even listening to me.

What are these?

He did not receive those in battle.

-I will perfect it, even if it takes another hundred years.

It is always a rough path that leads to great achievements.

-That is true.

But this is the wrong path for you, Kiem Sun.

Turn back now.

Please.

-Is this a holiday I don't know about?

-Yeah, it's St. Arnold's day, patron saint of tough guys.

-Where you going?

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: To settle a score.

-Anyone I know?

Anyone you know?

-Gary didn't just keel over and die, and you know it.

Somebody somewhere knows what killed him.

-You're staying here.

-He was my friend.

-And I'm your friend.

Take me advice, you could lose your head over this.

-You think it's one of you guys?

-Possibly.

-Why would an immortal want to kill Gary?

-I'm not sure yet.

-OK, fine.

Well, look.

What I know is that it wasn't drugs.

-Richie, it's not that simple.

-What is not that simple?

Gary managed to grow up clean in a neighborhood where you

get a dime bag with a fill-up of gas.

Look, I don't care if this guy isn't immortal.

I want his ass.

And if you won't do it, I will.

-Richie, I'll take care of it.

You have my word on that.

-Look, Mac.

If you're going to axe this guy, fine.

That's cool.

I don't care, just as long as somebody does it.

-OK.

-How do you figure it's an immortal.

-I can't be sure.

But I had a friend, a good friend.

We met in China during the Qing Empire.

-Oh, this wasn't last month, right?

-Right.

It was 1680-something.

Kiem Sun was wise and loyal and caring.

Too caring.

He wanted to change the world.

-Nothing wrong with that.

-No.

It depends on how you change it.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: So you think this Kiem Sun has gone

bad on you?

-No.

No immortal's ever 100% good or bad.

We run the spectrum just like you.

The last time I saw Kiem Sun he was hovering somewhere in

the middle.

-What makes you think he's behind all this?

-The bruises on Gary's temples.

Of course, I could be wrong.

I hope I am.

There's only one way to find out.

-Wait up, I'm coming too.

-No, you're not.

I may lose a friend today the same as you lost Gary.

I want to do it alone.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: OK.

-Beer.

-Look who's back.

He's got more guts than brains.

-Something I can do for you?

-What happened to Gary?

-Gary?

-Don't jerk me around, mister.

Gary Carrell.

A couple of days ago, you and Gary were living in each

other's pockets.

He tells me you've got something major shaping up.

Next thing we hear, he drops dead outside the diamond mart.

Maybe you got the whole story.

-I had a plan.

Gary was a part of it.

He screwed up.

-Is that a fact?

The kid was only 19 years old.

Look, if you know what's good for you, you're going to tell

me how he died.

-Just like you heard it.

Just hit the sidewalk, no explanation.

Weak heart, genetic defect, brain damage from spending too

much time on motorcycles.

Who can tell?

-Turn around when I'm talking to you.

[grunting]

-Hey.

[yelling]

-Gary's gone.

It's too bad, but I got what I needed.

I know how to slice the diamond mart wide open.

I didn't come to this pigsty for a beer.

I'm looking for a few good men.

-Sergeant Powell.

-MacLeod, what are you doing here?

-I just came by to see if the preliminary report had been

released on Gary Carrell.

-I look like Dan Rather to you?

You want the news?

Read the paper.

-I was right about the cerebral hemorrhage, wasn't I?

-As a matter of fact, yeah.

That was a lucky guess.

-Yes, it was.

That means Richie was right.

No drugs were found on Gary's body.

-Oh, come on, Sergeant.

Richie was his friend.

-No, no drugs.

Nada.

The only thing we found were a few Chinese herbs.

You know, the stuff they use in their folk medicine?

Something made that kid go bananas.

-And then it shattered his brain?

-Right.

-Let's go to your place.

-All right.

-Hey, bro.

What's going on?

-I'll catch you later.

-Think maybe you could help me out here?

Give me a hand?

I'm looking for this dude.

-No.

Uh, leave me alone, OK?

-He was messing with Gary, a friend of mine.

Can you help me out here?

Come on, talk to me, man.

Come on.

I know you know what's going down.

Come on.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: No, I don't.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, don't get in my face.

Just give me a hand here.

I'm asking you a question.

Answer me, pal.

Whoa.

What are you do--

-Hi, Richie.

-Angie.

-Hey.

Any damage?

-Uh, I don't think so.

This, uh, mother tried major dental surgery

on me without Novocaine.

I may soon.

-Is that why you were chasing him?

-I was looking for some answers.

-Now, that's not a smart thing to do is this part of town.

Remember?

-Yeah.

-It's good to see ya.

-It's good to see you, too.

I, uh--

I heard about Gary.

I'm sorry.

-That's why you came back here, isn't it?

-Yeah.

Awful lot of bread and bologna here for a homeless shelter.

-We feed 200 people a day.

In six months, we'll double that number.

Want to help out?

A few hours a week maybe?

-Yeah, I think I could work that out.

I missed you.

-No, you haven't.

You could have found me anytime you wanted.

-So you like it here?

ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah, it's great.

It's the only job I could get anyhow.

It's pretty mean out there for a girl who has nothing on her

resume except biker enthusiast and metal head.

How about you?

-Well, I'm working in this antique

store up in the heights.

-Ooh.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah, I know.

It's pretty cool.

There's this couple.

She's drop-dead gorgeous and it's her store.

He's--

let's just say he's on the cutting edge

of the antique world.

Anyway, they've sort of adopted me.

-Oh, that's good Rich.

I--

I always knew you'd be the one to make the break.

Gary thought so, too.

-Angie, you got to be upfront with me about this.

Was Gary using anything?

-Are you kidding me?

He was an exercise freak.

You know that.

-Yes, I know.

He always made me feel like I was the runt of the litter.

-He was a strange guy.

I mean, here's this macho biker who's always into some

racket or another.

He won't even take an aspirin.

And then after he meets up with this sleezoid, Chu Lin--

-He was Chinese.

-No, he was from the Irish Chu Lins.

-I need to find this Chu Lin.

-Why?

Do you think he might know something about how Gary died?

-I think he may have killed him.

Or at least know who did.

-Oh, wow.

Well, then you have to go to the cops.

-I can't.

If this Chu Lin is who I think he is, 911 will be one big

waste of time.

No, Angie.

I can handle this myself.

-Yeah, right.

Like you almost get your teeth knocked out today.

This neighborhood's changed, pal.

-Yes, I know.

I feel like I'm working without a safety net.

-I got my bike outside.

-Angie, I do not like this.

-What's not to like?

What, you going to walk all over town

looking for this guy?

I won't be a sec.

-Oh.

[music playing]

-Let him be.

I've been expecting you.

Your conscious has been pricking me like a thorn in my

side across the centuries.

-Then I won't need this.

-MacLeod.

That is the last of the Quanla root.

Do you know how rare it is?

I have tried to blend some, but the soil, this infernal

climate, it's possible.

-And it will take a hundred years before

it's ready to use?

-Yes.

-Good.

-Good?

Do you think I wanted that young man to die?

I told you every once of my potion was stolen by an

assistant, a Judas by the name of Chu Lin.

-And what does he plan to do with it?

-I fear Chu Lin's ambition do not include helping mankind.

-More like helping himself?

-Exactly.

-300 years, Kiem Sun.

You have been struggling with this

formula for three centuries.

What have you achieved?

A drug that can make people die in agony?

If it cannot be perfected, why do you continue working on it?

-Because it will make men

fearless, strong, and obedient.

Within a short time, we can bring peace to this world.

-Maybe that was your dream when you first

started on this path.

But now there's something else.

Why haven't you tried to get this drug back from Chu Lin?

-I'm not leaving holy ground to become the

victim of an immortal.

Is that why you're here, MacLeod?

-I made you a pledge all those years ago.

It still stands.

-You're going to protect me?

For how long?

A day?

A week?

-Until you cross the line.

-Pick up your sword.

Indulge me.

This is still holy ground.

We can't hurt each other here.

[yelling]

-Too many centuries without a challenge.

You need protection.

-Pity.

I was once a master.

-You were never that good.

-So if we find Chu Lin and recover the potion, what then?

It comes back here?

-Anything to get it off the streets.

-All right.

You and I together.

It's almost like the old days.

Let's find Chu Lin.

-No wonder Chu Lin wanted out.

-My brother loves China's material world.

-So I can see.

When was the last time Chu Lin was here.

-He disappeared about two weeks ago.

What are you looking for?

-I'm not sure.

-We should have never left China.

Life was so much simpler.

-You should never have left the 17th century.

-And what have humans accomplished in all this time?

Nearly bigger and more efficient ways of destroying

themselves.

-Chu Lin's been writing monthly checks to a downtown

real estate company.

He must be renting a place somewhere.

-Then we must pay this real estate company a visit.

-Relax, Kiem Sun.

I doubt the sword will be necessary.

-Yep, I remember this place.

If anything's going down, these guys would know.

The bitch is, they don't trust anybody who doesn't have a

picture of Attila the Hun tattooed to their chest.

-Oh, they're not that bad.

Come on.

-Not that bad?

These guys use STP for mouthwash.

You stay here.

-Richie.

-Look, I'm going to be too nervous watching my own back.

I don't want to have to worry about you, too.

Hey, don't worry.

I'll be back.

Give me a beer.

-Give me a beer?

If I give you beer, I'm going to lose my license.

-All right then, I'll have coffee.

Black.

-You sure you wouldn't like a decaf, uh, cappuccino?

-Yeah.

Maybe you want to sprinkle a little bit of cinnamon on top

of that, too.

Ha-ha.

So fellows, how's it going?

So maybe you guys could help me?

I hear this is the place if a guy wants to find out what's

shaking in the neighborhood.

I'm looking for a dude who's into Chinese medicine, all

that hocus pocus.

Name's Chu Lin.

-What's a nice uptown boy like you want Chu Lin for?

-I hear he's got a great recipe for lasagna.

-Well, let me tell you, Chu Lin is a 24-carat psycho with

a black belt.

If I tell you where he is, I'm going to end up in traction.

So whatever you want him for, forget it.

-Look, I don't scare so easy.

-Then you really are a dumb SOB, ain't you?

Ain't you?

ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: There's 50 in it for the right answer.

-Now, here's a lady who knows that there's a recession.

-So.

Give the man $50.

-Uh, that creep in the alley took everything.

-49.

-Just for you, Ang.

Try, uh, the warehouse at, uh-- at Montgomery and Ninth.

-Thank you.

-Thanks, pal.

Nice to meet you.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: This one looks tough.

-That's the safe.

What do you think?

-Yeah, I know the model.

There's no way we can crack this thing in under an hour.

So what's the deal?

-The deal is that we carry the safe out in the 2 minutes and

15 seconds before the cops arrive.

-Carry it?

Man, you could use a little Hamburger Helper.

This safe must weigh a ton.

-810 pounds to be exact.

But I think I have resolved this problem.

-Yeah?

Well, resolve this, pal.

We're out of here.

-What if I pay you for wasting your time?

-I can live with that.

-Good.

But before you go, will you join me in an old Chinese

custom?

-Huh?

-Tea.

To show there are no hard feelings.

-Tea?

What the hell is this anyway?

I hate tea.

-Please, it's an ancient tradition.

I would be most offended.

-Oh, well.

We wouldn't want that.

Why the diamond mart?

There's easier places than that.

-True.

But you see, diamonds are non-traceable.

And the contents in that safe will set me up for life.

I've been poor.

Now, I want to try rich.

This is just the beginning.

-Uh-hmm.

So how come you're not drinking?

-It would be impolite for the host to

take part in the ceremony.

Go ahead, drink up.

You know, I do wish you changed your minds.

-Fat chance.

-You never know.

-Ha-ha.

[door opening]

-Chu Lin.

Hello?

Anybody here?

-Hey, look at this.

-Mr. Lin?

Chu Lin.

-Forks.

-Angie, what the hell are you doing here?

-Wait, wait, wait.

You know these guys?

-Yeah.

They Use to be friends of Gary's.

-Excellent.

So then you must know this Chu Lin.

-You mean the guy standing behind you?

[laughter]

-Something I can do for you?

-Yeah, you bastard.

This is for Gary Carrell.

[grunting]

ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: Richie.

-Angie, get out of here.

-No way.

You stay, I stay.

You first, you creep.

-Angie, what are you doing?

Just leave.

-[inaudible].

Ah!

Ow.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Angie.

Oh.

Ah.

[scream]

-Drop it, stupid.

-Put down the knife first.

Put it down.

-Chu Lin.

Let the boy go.

Leave now.

Or you'll see your own hearts beating on the ground right in

front of you.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Let's get out of here.

Come on.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: I'm out of here.

-I spent 300 years working on that potion.

Give it to me.

-MacLeod, this battle is mine.

-It's mine now.

You taught him well.

[grunting]

-I know about you immortals.

My head would be no good to you.

-I don't want your head.

I want a signed confession that you drugged and killed

Gary Carrell.

-Forgive the intrusion, but he was mine.

Never let your opponent--

-See all your skills.

[grunting]

-I didn't.

I forgot to mention.

-You are right-handed.

-I didn't think you were as defenseless as you pretended.

-So sue me.

You have improved over the years, MacLeod.

Ah!

You won't, MacLeod.

Your pride wouldn't let you break your word.

-You're right.

-What are you doing?

You promised to return that to the temple.

-Sue me.

-I'll be back with more in a hundred years.

-By then it will be too late.

The Gathering is here.

That is what you wanted the drug for, wasn't it?

-Not at first.

I truly wanted to help mankind.

Believe me, maybe that's too much to ask.

Hiding on temple grounds was a mistake.

Locked away for three centuries.

The longer I stayed away from the game, the more frightened

I became in my head.

-And then somewhere along the line, you decided that if you

could perfect this drug, it would

help you in the Gathering?

-A small army of men, hundreds, maybe thousands.

They will obey me without question.

They will attack any mortal on my command, weakening long

enough for me to take his head.

-That won't work at the Gathering.

You'll be on your own.

-Don't worry about my survival.

Worry about yours.

-Kiem Sun, now you've crossed the line.

The next time I'll kill you.

Who is she?

-A friend.

She'll be OK.

-Yeah.

We better get her out of here before the police arrive.

I thought I told you to stay out of this.

-You still don't get me, do you?

You should have told me to get involved, then maybe I might

have stayed at home.

-Yeah.

Then maybe again, you might not.

-Kids.

Go figure.

-You know, I don't know if I'd want to live in this place.

It's like a museum.

-Ha.

You get used to it.

Take a look at these.

They're a thousand years old.

They were used in tombs to keep the dead company.

ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: Happy birthday.

You know, if I were MacLeod and-- and what's her name?

-Tessa.

-Yeah.

Well, I wouldn't let you anywhere near all this pricey

stuff.

-Hey, I keep telling you, I am a changed man.

I hope so.

It's just that I can't help getting the feeling like

you've got some con up your sleeve.

-Trust me.

And this is their bedroom.

-Uh-hmm.

Wow.

This is special.

-Yeah?

-I thought you said I could trust you.

-You can.

It's just that, uh, living with a couple who kiss and paw

each other all day kind of gives you ideas.

You know?

-I can guess.

I got to get back to the shelter.

-All right.

Maybe I'll, uh, drop by later and give you a hand.

-Oh, that'd be OK.

But you know, don't feel like you have to.

-I'd like to.

Very much.

-I'm sorry, we didn't know.

But I thought this was our bedroom.

-Uh--

hey, guys.

Uh--

-Hi.

-Tessa, welcome back.

Um, this is Angie.

Uh, Duncan.

Angie.

-Nice to meet you, Angie.

-Hi.

ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: Hi.

-I was, um--

just showing Angie around.

-I see.

The grand tour, huh?

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah.

-You're right, Richie.

She is drop-dead gorgeous.

He's not so bad either.

-OK.

Uh, we got to get going because Angie's got to get

back to the shelter.

So, uh--

we'll--

I'll see you later.

Buh-bye.

-Welcome home.

So, uh, how was the showing?

-Tell you later.

Did you stay out of trouble?

-I'll tell you later.

[theme music]