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[thunder rumbling]

THEME SONG: Here we are, born to be kings.

We're the princes of the universe.

Yeah!

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

Yeah!

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world!

[giggling]

[giggling]

[cat yowling]

[giggling]

[cats snarling]

[giggling]

[sighing]

-Check it out.

One night only.

Everything must go.

[senses tingling]

-I feel something.

-I hope so.

-No.

Someone's here.

-I didn't hear anything.

-Neither

did I. -Mac.

Duncan, be careful.

-Whoosh!

En garde, you fool.

Whoosh!

-I am Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

And you are dead.

-Uh, dead?

Whoa.

Uh.

Jeez, I--

I ripped off a couple cups and a bowl.

I'm sorry, all right?

Here, take them.

They're all in the bag.

I'll--

I'll pay for the window.

It's over.

OK?

-It's over when I cut off your head.

-Cut off my head?

You don't think that's, uh, a little

extreme for petty theft?

Hey-- hey dude, chill.

Your insurance will cover it.

-Mac.

He's just a boy.

[chuckling nervously]

-You know what?

You should call the police.

In fact, I tell you what, I'll call them myself.

Got a phone?

-There's someone--

-Yah!

[gasp]

-Whoa!

I'm on, like, uh, "America's Funniest Home Videos," right?

-MacLeod!

I'm Slan Quince, and I've come for your head.

[nervous chuckle]

-This is, uh, very un-cool, guys.

-We haven't been properly introduced.

But you'll get to know me, my dear.

-Mac!

-Did you come to fight or talk?

-He's not going to fight you, Duncan.

Not until he's made you suffer.

Until he's destroyed everything you

love in this world.

Until you don't know whether you want to live or die.

That's your way, right, Slan?

-Connor, what are you doing here?

-Head-hunting.

Sorry, Duncan, but this one's mine.

-Man, these guys are out there.

-Let the boy go.

-My challenge was to Duncan MacLeod, not

you, whoever you are.

-I'm Connor MacLeod--

same clan, different vintage.

-Ah, yes.

You!

Hey!

Not two against one.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

-Thanks, Slan, I know the rules.

You and me, now.

[sirens approaching]

-It sounds to me like we're about to

have company, gentlemen.

I just wanted to meet the charming lady of the house.

Ha! 'Til we meet again.

[sirens blaring]

[chuckling]

-You look good.

-All right, this puppy is gonna walk.

-Hi, I was asked to come in and identify a boy who broke

into my store last night.

-Richie Ryan?

-If that's his name, yeah.

-Look, I don't understand.

We caught this kid.

We can make a good case against him, but not if you

don't press charges.

-Sorry, no charges.

-Look, let me tell you something.

This punk is trying to get off the hook by saying he

didn't break in.

That he heard a disturbance, looked inside.

He saw three men with drawn swords having it out.

[chuckling]

-Did he also see a guy in a bat costume

and, uh, a long cape?

-OK, OK.

Anyway.

Now, he had jewelry from your shop in his pocket when we

nabbed him running from the scene.

We got him dead to rights.

-Sorry.

Can I talk to him before you let him go?

-You're sort of a Father Flanagan "there's no such

thing as a bad boy" kind of guy, aren't you?

Look, let me set you straight on something.

You talk, he walks.

He hasn't learned a thing.

This boy needs to do a little time in juvie to

straighten him out.

Next month, he turns 18.

His next visit here?

Oh, he gets processed through as an adult.

He gets sent to the big house, where the cons will pass him

around for dessert.

Think about it.

Come here.

This gentleman would like to talk to you.

Now, you give me one excuse to bust your butt while you're

still here and you'll do 10 on the taxpayers' money, punk.

Got it?

-Oh.

Yes, sir, Sgt. Powell.

I certainly do, sir!

-He's all yours.

[door slamming]

-Honestly, sir, I really do appreciate this second chance

you're going to give me to become a

useful member of society.

-If I let you out of here, I do not want anyone coming

around asking about your little fantasies.

That is the deal.

-"Fantasies." Oh, you mean like the one where you and the

Knights of the Round Table were, uh--

[imitating swords clashing]

-Right?

Never saw a thing.

Just, uh, made it all up.

I know, I'm fast.

All my teachers said so.

Fast, but lazy.

My lips are sealed.

Word of honor.

[sigh]

-Besides, who would I tell, you know?

-So you liberated this wine from Napoleon's

own cellar, I suppose.

-No.

This wine's only a little bit older than you are.

Happy birthday.

-Oh!

Oh Mac, you're crazy.

-Just something I picked up during the French Revolution.

-From now on, I only celebrate un-birthdays,

like the Mad Hatter.

-You're beautiful.

-Huh.

I'm a year older.

-And still beautiful.

-When we met, you were the older man.

[chuckling]

-Much.

-I mean, now we look the same age.

Soon--

-Come here.

Tessa, you're the most wonderful woman I've known in

my entire life.

-All 400 years?

-I'm not 400.

Why, I won't be 400 for, uh, another four months.

-The problem is, even when you are 400 or 420, you

will still look 35.

It makes me sick.

-Good skin runs in my family.

There's nothing I can do about it.

-From now on, every year you'll look at me and see

someone who looks older and older than you, while

you stay the same.

And it'll just be a matter of time until you want someone

else.

-No.

-Or maybe I will.

-You'll want someone younger?

Not exactly hard to find.

-No.

Maybe I'll want someone I can grow old with.

-You know, I've wanted the same thing--

to grow old with you.

-Mac.

I know there have been others--

other loves.

After a century or two, do you learn how to cope?

-Cope?

With the loss?

Hmm?

No matter how many years go by or how many times you say

goodbye to those you care most about, when they leave, you--

-Die?

-Yes.

When they die, you're naked and alone.

Why don't we stop thinking about what's going to happen

when I'm 420 or 440 or--

and think about what's going to happen later on tonight?

-And what's going to happen tonight?

-Well, well, look who's here.

[engine revving loudly]

-Ciao, baby!

[laughter]

[gleeful hooting]

[horn blaring]

[senses tingling]

-Is there someone here?

-Someone with a long lifeline.

-Hi.

-Tessa, you've already met Connor MacLeod.

-I am a friend of Duncan's from the old neighborhood.

-A mere pinprick.

-By my count, you look more like a pincushion.

[laughter]

-You know Slan is mine.

-You sure you can handle him?

Come on.

-No problem.

-Slan is mine.

-Protecting Tessa is my job.

[laughter]

-Good to see you.

-You're sure you wouldn't rather use a sword, Connor?

-I take it that, uh, what you saw last night was new?

New?

-Yes, as a matter of fact, it is quite new for Tessa.

-How long have you two known each other?

Are you related?

-We're clansmen.

When I was growing up, there was a legend in

my clan about a--

a strange man in my grandfather's time who was

killed in battle and then miraculously revived.

-Everyone thought it was, uh, witchcraft.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: I thought it was an old wives' tale.

Until one day--

-I know.

Someone killed you, but you didn't die.

-And then I found him.

Um--

well, you know, the way someone found me.

-Connor taught me everything I needed to know to survive as

an immortal--

the rules, the tactics needed to win.

-As once someone taught me.

-Win what?

Why does this Slan person want Duncan?

[SARCASTICALLY] Please, don't say anything in

front of the lady.

Let me just go in the next room and crochet while you

have cigars and brandy and talk about beheadings.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: I told Tessa some of it.

I thought I was out of it.

She didn't need to know all the rules.

-You're not out of it anymore!

There can be only one.

Remember that rule?

-One what?

One of you?

Only one immortal left in the end?

Is that it?

And what does the winner get?

-The last one will have the power of all the immortals who

ever lived.

Enough power to rule this planet forever.

If someone like Slan is that last one, mankind will suffer

an eternity of darkness from which it will never recover.

-And you didn't think this was important enough to mention?

-It's nothing new.

-It is for me.

-You can't stay out of the game, Duncan.

You've tried before.

-Damn it, Connor!

It had nothing to do with the game, and you know that.

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER"]

[sobbing]

-[SOBBING] She knew the names of all the grasses, the--

the wildflowers, the songs that told where her people

came from, how they lived, what they believed in.

-I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER"]

DUNCAN NARRATING: Do you think we ever lived like this, like

a tribe, together, with a common language, a reason in

the name for each living thing?

Did we once belong somewhere, a time and a

place, however briefly?

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER"]

-Tessa?

-Hi, hon.

Want to see what I've been working on?

[screaming]

-I think her face could use a little work.

Don't you?

Uh-uh!

Ha, ha, ha, not too close.

Drop it.

Drop it!

-You came for me.

-Gah!

[shrieking]

-You know what some wags call me?

Slan the Cat, because I like to play with my victims first.

Uh-uh-uh-uh!

Don't spoil the fun!

Be a good boy, and I'll leave her alive--

this time.

I want you to think about it now.

I bet you're thinking about it right now, aren't you?

Oops!

Ta-ta for now, kids.

-Want to talk?

-If I wanted to talk, I suppose I'd be talking.

I'm an artist.

I'm supposed to have this tremendous imagination.

But who could imagine this?

Mac, I want to leave.

-I think it's for the best, Tessa.

-Is that what you think?

-Is what what I think?

-That I'm leaving you?

-Yes, that's what I think.

-You'd think in 400 years, a person would learn how to

listen.

-Well, that's what you said.

-I meant, I want to leave not you but this place,

here, the two of us.

That's what I meant!

But maybe that's not what you wanted to hear.

Let's go.

We could be in Paris by tomorrow.

-You think he couldn't find us in Paris?

Tessa, Slan won't give up.

You'll have to leave.

-What?

-There's no way you could have known what this

was going to be like.

-Well, I have an idea now.

So what has this been for you, this past dozen years?

Was it like a summer fling?

R&R?

"Sorry, darling, back to the wars, you know." Damn you!

Damn your Gathering!

Damn your whole race!

-Uh--

I'm not your enemy, you know.

-No.

An enemy could never hurt so much.

[bird shrieking]

[birds calling]

-Hey.

I know you loved her.

But you can't keep them from dying.

They all do.

Men kill men.

We kill each other.

-I don't care who does the killing.

I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of the endless, mindless fighting.

I'm tired of death!

-You can't quit.

-I didn't ask for your permission, Connor.

-I know why you chose this place.

It's holy ground.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: That's right.

But I did ask permission of the old ones to

build my cabin here.

-No immortal can fight here--

ever!

You'll always be safe.

-Glad you approve.

Connor, the battle between good and evil can do without

me for a while.

-Maybe.

But you can't stay out of it forever.

-No, not forever, but for a while.

-They'll find you.

-Eventually.

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]

THEME SONG: And here we are.

We're the princes of the universe.

Here we belong, fighting for survival.

We've come to be the rulers of you all.

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

Yeah!

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world.

-So, how do you feel, old man?

-50 years younger than you do.

[chuckling]

-What's wrong?

-Slan called.

-What did he say?

-He'll be on Soldier's Bridge tonight.

-That's not all, is it?

-When he's finished with you, he'll be back for me.

CONNOR [OFFSCREEN]: You know, I've been thinking.

Why are you smiling?

Because I've been thinking?

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Mm-hmm.

[chuckling]

-Well anyway, as long as I can remember knowing you--

-Oh, not again.

-Excuse me?

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: You heard me.

-You don't know what I'm going to say.

As long as I remember knowing you, you've had all the fun

and, uh, most of the good women.

-Lately.

-Lately?

-That's what I said.

-What are you talking about?

-Well, I seem to remember that girl in London, the redhead.

-Ha!

-Healthy girl.

-Come on, that was almost 160 years ago.

-That's what I said, "lately."

-You know what your problem is?

You live in the past.

-I don't have a problem.

CONNOR [OFFSCREEN]: Yes, you do!

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: No, I don't.

CONNOR [OFFSCREEN]: Yes, you do!

-No, I don't!

Stop arguing with me.

-I'm not arguing!

-Yes, you are.

-No, it's conversation.

-It's conversation?

Well, end of conversation.

-Oh, easy way out?

-Uh-huh.

-Yeah, the usual.

Duncan?

-What?

Oof!

-End of conversation.

-Mac!

-He was arguing.

Don't worry, he's going to be OK.

-You don't have to go either.

-We don't have a choice.

I hope to see you again.

-Damn!

Sir Lancelot.

-Um.

-Mac?

-Uh.

Ugh.

-Mac?

[sigh]

-Where is he?

-Where do you think?

-Uh.

Ow.

Ow.

[grunting]

-I know you have to go.

Tell me, does anyone, anywhere know why?

Just why?

-Tessa, I won't be back even if I win.

-After 12 years, is it that simple for you?

-Of course not!

But you didn't know--

-I do now!

-It will happen again.

-I don't care!

-Tessa.

I love you.

[birds calling]

-Yes.

-Don't look so disappointed, Slan.

When was the last time you had such an enthusiastic opponent?

-Maybe you're right.

This could be fun.

-Whack!

-Oh, ho, ho!

-Still worried about that pretty face of yours?

-Just protecting my most valuable asset.

Yah!

-Oh man, these guys should sell tickets.

[thunder rumbling]

[horn honking]

[tires screeching]

-Argh!

Ayaiieee!

[grunting]

[groaning]

-Aaah!

-Bye-bye.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Slan?

It's over now.

Getting slow, Slan.

Come on!

[grunting]

-Aaaaah!

Finish it, Highlander.

-There can be only one.

Aaaaaaaah!

Aaaaah!

[dogs barking in distance]

-Whoa.

Chill, man.

Just--

just pretend I--

I'm not here.

[grunting]

[panting]

-Go for it.

That's it.

That's it.

Argh!

Oh, god.

-I know this won't come as a surprise, but you'll live.

Come on.

-I should have known it.

You're never on time.

Slan?

-I handled it.

-As I said, you have all the fun and

most of the good women.

-Connor, I'm not going back to Tessa.

I cannot put her through this again.

-I understand.

But she won't.

Ugh.

What about the boy?

He'll need watching.

-I know.

I will.

-Mac?

Duncan, is that you?

Connor!

Are you all right?

-Yeah, I'm OK.

Don't worry.

-Where is Mac?

-He's alive.

And Slan won't be calling you anymore.

Connor, where did Mac go?

-He didn't tell me.

But I can guess.

-Where?

-You really want to know?

[birds calling]

-I tried to call you, but--

I love you.

I love you.

-It hasn't ended.

You know that.

It won't end until--

-We don't know when it's going to end.

We never do.

But while we're here, living in this time and this place,

some of us, the lucky few, will still have all the fun.

And--

-All the good women.

[chuckling]

-Listen, I've got to go.

The old ones are whispering that, uh,

you want to be alone.

-You're welcome to stay.

-Goodbye, Tessa.

-Will I--

-I hope so.

Duncan--

-Connor.

-You didn't say goodbye?

-Never do.

THEME SONG: And here we are.

We're the princes of the universe.

Here we belong, fighting for survival.

We've come to be the rulers of your world!

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

Yeah!

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world!