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NARRATOR: He is immortal.

Born in the highlands of Scotland 400 years

ago, he is not alone.

There are other 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.

THEME SONG: 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 future of your world.

[music playing]

GREG [OFFSCREEN]: So what do you think?

You think you could take it?

-Sure.

-Oh, yeah?

Let's go.

[music playing]

-Ahh!

Help!

Help, Greg!

Damn you, h-help me!

-Are you afraid?

-I'm gonna drown!

-Are you?

What's it feel like?

-Greg!

-Tell me, do you feel it in your gut?

[laughing]

Tell me, what's it like to die?

-Ahh!

You son of a--

-Hey, doc!

Johnny!

Yeah!

-You crazy mother.

[coughing]

Get away from me!

-What's your problem?

-Get away from me.

I almost died, you son of a bitch.

-Would I let that happen to you?

[music playing]

-I cannot believe that we are turning down front row,

standing room only tickets to this country's most souped up

road monsters in the ultimate battle of Motocross supremacy

that I personally-- me, Richie Ryan-- scalped at $50 a pop to

look at some pictures.

-I'm meeting an old friend.

-Oh.

Wait, old as in, uh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh?

-Yeah, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

-Oh, well.

-Hey, don't worry.

We'll be back before the first race.

-Well, that I think I can live with.

-Thanks, guys.

-After you, people.

This stuff is extreme.

-Extremely violent.

They haven't labeled any yet.

Which ones are his?

-Who knows?

I've never seen any of Gregor's work.

I didn't even know he was a photographer until he called.

-This one I could hand in my living room.

-Something familiar about it.

[music playing]

-Well, well, well.

If it isn't the Highlander himself.

-Gregor.

You haven't changed a bit, except maybe for the fashion

statement.

-Well, looks can be deceiving.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

This is, uh, Tessa.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Nice to meet you.

Call me Greg, though.

Gregor has such an old fashioned ring to it.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: And a good friend of mine, Richie.

-Hey.

-Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you.

-Um, we're going to look around.

-Yeah, have fun.

-Excuse us.

-Nice.

Do they know?

-What do you think?

[chuckles]

-You were always one to lay it on the line.

-Yeah.

Where the hell have you been?

-Here, there, everywhere.

-So uh, when did you star being a photographer?

-You know, I've been playing at it for quite some time now.

-I'd say you've been doing a little more than playing.

This is a high profile show.

-Yeah, somebody must have made a mistake, huh?

What do you think?

-That's beautiful.

-It's not one of mine.

This is.

-Oh, this is yours.

-You don't like it.

-Oh, no, I--

it's just a little dark for my taste.

-Yeah, well, I'm just showing it like it is, you know?

-Yo, Mac!

Mac!

Come here, check this out.

Look at this.

Hey, Greg, bet this ones one of yours, huh?

-No.

-No?

You're kidding.

[music playing]

TOMMY [VOICE OVER]: Mommy!

Help!

Mommy!

[coughing]

-All right, let's get the ladder over the top there!

[crying]

MOTHER [OFFSCREEN]: My little boy is in there!

-It's all right, now.

It's all right, OK.

I'll take that.

OK, what's your name?

-Tommy.

-Ever play hide and seek?

-No.

-No?

I'll tell you what.

We're going to play a little game.

You hide like that, and I'll try and get us out of here.

[music playing]

[screaming]

Tommy!

Oh, my goodness!

Oh, baby!

Oh!

Oh, God, are you OK?

Thank you!

Thank you!

-You should have something take a look at that hand.

-I will.

-You can tell a lot about a man by his hands.

-Is that so?

-I'm Linda Plager.

Why'd you do that?

-Do what?

-Run into the burning building.

-Because that's where the fire was.

-Very funny.

-What are you, a reporter?

-Freelance photographer.

You know, crime scenes, fatal accidents, star divorces,

who's doing what to whom and how often.

-The more gruesome, the better?

-Hey, everybody's got to be somewhere.

Come on, don't you want to be a hero?

-Oh!

No thanks.

-What's with you?

It's what people want to see.

-Because that's all you show them.

-Oh, maybe I should try and sell the editor pictures of

flower vases, kittens playing, freshly baked pies?

-Your camera sees what you want it to see.

You could shoot hope or despair, garbage or flowers.

It all depends on where you want to spend your life.

Right.

Hey, wait up.

How come you know so much?

-How come you don't?

-Oh, wait, wait!

[music playing]

-Duncan?

It's you.

How did you find me?

Where have you been all these years?

This is Duncan MacLeod, the one I told you about.

-Now, Miss Plager, this is a young man.

I'm terribly sorry, it's her medication.

-I'll medicate you in a minute.

This is Duncan.

Without him, I'd still be shooting garbage.

You never mind her.

She'll call an ambulance if I sneeze.

We have so much to talk about.

-You know what Dr. Reichman said about wearing yourself

out.

-I'm telling you, that's Duncan!

-You know Linda Plager?

-That is the Linda Plager?

-Oh, yeah.

TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: I've only seen her work in books.

GREG [OFFSCREEN]: She's the real thing, man.

This show's for her.

-I never thought I'd see her again.

-Wait a second.

This means that you're-- you're her long-lost

benefactor?

And all this time, I thought you were at the right place at

the right time.

-I just had no idea.

-Oh, she's a big deal, man.

All of her work's going to be worth a

fortune in a few weeks.

-Why?

-Well, the old lady's dying.

[music playing]

This stuff excite you, MacLeod?

-What was that?

-Never mind.

-Sorry, I was just thinking.

-About Linda?

-Yeah.

-Are you going to tell her?

-Tell her what?

-That she was right about you.

-Why would he want to do that?

-Because the woman is dying.

-That's right.

What's the point?

She's gone on this long without knowing.

Of course, I'm just playing devil's advocate.

-I don't know what I'm going to tell her, but I have to

tell her something.

I'll see you at home.

See ya.

-He really cares about you.

-Uh-huh.

-You're both lucky.

-Yeah.

-Must be hard knowing that you'll keep getting older and

MacLeod, well--

I mean, tell me, how do you handle knowing that one day

he's going to watch you grow old, wrinkle, call and then

die, and eventually move on to somebody else?

-Were you born sensitive, or did you have to study?

-Come on, I didn't mean anything by it.

I'm just curious, that's all.

-Hot dogs for everybody!

Have a dog, Tess.

Enjoy a dog, it's on me.

-I think I'm going home.

I'll see you later, OK?

-Hmm.

That was weird.

-Ah, well, she's a woman, you know what I mean, Richie?

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah, tell me about it.

[music playing]

-Miss Plager?

-Hmm?

I'm sorry.

I was on another planet.

Would you stop hovering?

I'm fine.

-Miss Plager, what is it?

-Nothing.

[gasping]

Maybe I shouldn't have spoken so soon.

[gasping]

I think I'd like to go home, maybe.

Rest--

a while--

-Call an ambulance!

-So, how long have yo known Mac?

-Long time.

-Listen, there's, uh, there's something I always wanted to

ask another Immortal about him.

-Oh, yeah?

What's that?

-Well, in all the time that you've known

him, 200 years, right?

Has he changed a lot?

-We all change.

-Yeah, I mean, but how?

-How do you change?

-Well, that's not the same.

I mean, you know, I just get older.

Change is inevitable.

-What if you didn't get any older?

Then how would you feel?

-Well, Greg, I probably wouldn't feel anything.

I'd be dead.

-What if you were one of us?

-An Immortal?

Are you kidding?

That'd be fantastic.

I mean, the places I'd go, the things I'd do, the women I'd--

-Bury?

-What'd you say?

-Nothing important.

You know, immortality's not all it's cracked up to be.

-Now it's easy for you to say.

You're going to live forever.

-Am I?

I don't know.

-At least you got a shot at it.

-That's a comforting thought.

You afraid of death, Richie?

-Absolutely.

Aren't you?

-I don't know.

I just don't know.

[music playing]

[music playing]

-Hi.

-Hello.

I feel like such an idiot.

I realize now, of course, you--

you couldn't be.

I'm sorry.

I seem to have trouble catching my--

-It's OK.

-Your hand is strong.

Reminds me of his.

It's what I first noticed about him.

He burned one of them in a fire.

You're related to him, aren't you?

-Yeah.

-Did he ever mention me?

-Yes, he did.

-It's because of him, of what he taught, to look for the

light instead of the shadows.

I never realized how much he meant to me.

How much I loved him.

-He knows.

[music playing]

LINDA [OFFSCREEN]: It's over.

-Why?

-Because I love you.

-Oh, that's a good reason.

-Don't you understand?

You've made me see that I can be something more than a

sleazy photographer, that my work and move people, inspire

them.

-This is bad?

-No, it's not bad.

It's wonderful.

But I can't handle you and my work at the same time.

-I'm not asking you to.

-You don't have to.

Just having you round kills my concentration.

Whenever I see something beautiful, instead of thinking

where's my camera, I think where's Duncan?

-You don't have to choose.

-Yes, I do.

If you don't leave right now, I may never be

able to ask you again.

-Whatever you say.

-Why do I think I just made the worst mistake of my life?

Duncan?

-[whispering]

I can't.

-I'm going to make you proud of me.

[music playing]

-You looks just like him.

It's uncanny.

My parents died so long ago, I--

I have no children.

Does it seem funny for an old woman to want someone to be

proud of her?

-No.

-If only--

-He's very proud of you.

I'm very proud.

TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: So you didn't tell her?

-Tell her what?

That eternal life does exist, but not for her?

-Duncan, how close were you?

-Does that matter?

-No, but you never told her about--

-Being immortal?

No.

I only told you.

-Hey guys.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

-It's all right.

Where's Gregor?

-He uh, went to run a couple errands.

Listen, um, I'm going to go over to the studio and check

it out later.

Is that cool?

-Yeah.

-I mean, who knows?

Maybe photography's in my future.

I'll see you later.

-Richie, be careful.

-Yeah, sure.

Later!

-Something wrong?

-Tell me more about Gregor.

I mean, what kind of person is he?

He just said something things--

-He made you feel uncomfortable

-He's not the way you described him.

And all those pictures.

-Well, maybe he's grown a thicker skin since I knew him.

[music playing]

[motorcycle revving]

-You can breath now.

-You got a weird sense of humor.

-Maybe it wasn't a joke.

It was a test.

-A test?

What for?

-To see if you were real or just MacLeod's shadow.

-Go to hell.

-[laughing]

-Oh, Richie, it's too easy to push your buttons.

-Look!

It's been fun.

I'll see you around.

-Hey, Richie.

Think you can ride?

You know how to ride a bike?

-I don't know.

Maybe.

[engine revving]

-But I think I can fake it.

-Jonathan couldn't hack it.

He just didn't have the stuff.

-What is this, some sort of initiation?

-You could say that.

-Lead the way, my friend.

[music playing]

-Richie!

Richie, can you hear me, man?

Is that a rush or what?

You made it, man.

I bet you thought it was over for sure.

-Lay off me.

-Come on, what are you pissed at me for?

-I could have killed myself, that's why!

-Richie would I have let you do it if it was dangerous?

-Oh, man!

Ah, look at this!

-You just need a couple stitches, that's all.

Let's go.

I don't want MacLeod thinking I'm abusing his best buddy.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Thanks.

-Was that Richie?

-No it wasn't.

I was just checking in with the hospital.

-How is she?

-The same.

What's going on?

-Well, we had a little bit of an accident, but nothing to

worry about.

-What happened to your arm?

-It's no big deal.

I, uh, I dumped a bike.

-Dumped a bike?

Whose bike?

-Mine.

No damage, though.

-No damage?

That's no damage?

-I'm OK, Mac.

I didn't realize you were the boy's father.

Later.

Richie's arm is fine.

Don't sweat it.

-Yeah, but what's going on, Greg?

What's with all these games?

-Take it easy.

I think you're letting these mortals get a little too much

under your skin.

I mean, look at this Linda Plager thing.

You're beating yourself up over what's obviously a pretty

much cut and dried situation.

-You of all people.

-People, MacLeod?

Is that we are?

Are we really still people?

Are we supposed to care about them, care about anything?

-Well, tell me what else there is if we don't.

-Take a look at me and see for yourself.

-So you don't care about anything.

-I'm right here, man!

Search me.

-What happened to you?

Huh?

-Life happened to me, my friend.

Eternal life, to be exact.

Sort of ironic, isn't it?

-I call it tragic.

-You think so?

I don't know.

I feel sort of privileged.

I mean, it's a lot easier to get through time without all

the crap that humans carry around with them that drag you

down.

-Oh, you mean things like feelings, compassion, love.

You've done away with all those things?

-I don't know, it's been such a long

time since I've checked.

-You feel nothing?

-Not even for myself.

-It's funny, because I don't believe you.

Your pictures are not the work of a man that feels nothing.

Don't tell me you don't care about them.

[music playing]

[sirens]

-Yeah, just put him down here.

-These are the last of the opium salts from Indian Wells.

Ought to do him some good.

How's Billy?

-What am I going to tell Ray?

-That you did what you could.

-I watched him die is what I did.

-You don't work miracles, Gregor.

You're a doctor.

If you keep beating yourself up--

RAY [OFFSCREEN]: Where's my boy, Gregor?

Where's my boy?

-Ray, I'm sorry.

I did everything I could.

-No.

No, he ain't dead.

-There was nothing I could do.

-He wasn't that sick when I brought him here!

-It was cholera, Ray.

-No, no!

It was a small fever!

You killed my boy, Gregor.

You murdered my son!

-Let's go outside.

-No!

-No!

[gun blast]

-Oh, my God.

What have I done?

-Go home.

-My boy!

-Go home.

[music playing]

Whoa.

-[gasping]

-You OK?

-I forgot how much it hurts.

What happened to Ray?

-I sent him home.

I'll talk to the sheriff, tell him it was an accident.

-I can't go back, can I?

-Nope.

You're dead to 'em.

Time to move on.

-I can't--

I can't do this anymore.

Anything I do, they all die.

How do you do it?

How do you go through the years?

All your friends?

-One day at a time.

-So, how's your friend?

-He's not happy with his life.

-What did he say?

-He's lost.

-What do you mean, lost?

-He doesn't know who he is anymore.

-Sounds like he needs therapy.

-That's easier said than done.

Can you imagine going into somebody saying, "Hello, I'm

Duncan MacLeod, and I've grown a little neurotic over the

past 400 year, and I'd like to talk to you about it." They'd

lock you away.

-Richie could have been badly hurt.

-Yeah, I know.

-He scares me, Mac.

I've got this feeling he didn't care.

-He's not evil, Tess.

-How do you know?

-Because he's my friend.

Anyway, what do you want me to do?

Chop off his head?

-No.

I just wish he'd go away.

[MUSIC - KEITH SCOTT, "GALLERY OF DREAMS"]

-Nooooo!

[pounding on door]

-Um, I-- let me call you back, OK?

I'll talk to you soon.

OK.

Hello?

-Where's MacLeod?

-Greg, uh, hey.

Um, he's, uh, he went to the hospital for a few minutes.

He'll be right back.

Uh, you're welcome to hang out.

-I've hung out a little too damn long as it is.

I destroyed them all, and I didn't feel a thing.

I guess it's what they say about a life's work.

But then again, maybe I'd feel differently if my life was

going to be over at some point.

-You destroyed what?

Uh, the photographs?

-Everything.

The photographs, the negative.

And why not?

[chuckling]

-Answer me that and you win the playoffs.

You don't want to win the playoffs.

At the edge of the bridge, just before liftoff--

the fear, right?

Then what?

For me, nothingness.

-Well, I--

I, uh, I guess I don't know what I feel.

-That's because you can feel, boy!

-Want to know what it feels like to die?

-No, Greg.

Please.

-I could send you to the grave in a heartbeat, and I wouldn't

feel a thing, because I don't know how.

-Oh!

Uh!

[music playing]

-You were wrong.

I destroyed them all, and I didn't feel a thing.

-Gregor, this has to end.

-[chuckling]

-But I'm having such a good time.

Are you having a good time?

-Leave her out of this.

[music playing]

-I guess it's just you and me.

-I'm unarmed.

-Variety is the spice of life.

Will I feel what you feel, MacLeod?

Will I love?

Will I hate?

-Gregor, I know what you're going through.

Don't!

You can learn to live with what you are!

You have a choice.

You can either die or you can change, but you can't go on

living the way you are.

-Go ahead.

Do it!

-Hiya!

-Help me.

Help me.

-How did it feel, Gregor?

How did it feel!

-The pa--

the pain.

The pain.

Help me.

-It's going to be all right, my friend.

It's going to be all right.

You'll be all right.

[music playing]

How you feeling?

-Like an old photograph, faced around the edges, but the

essence of the person is still in it.

-It's funny you should say that.

-It's wrapped beautifully.

Do you want to turn your head when I tear it to shreds?

I was always too anxious when it comes to presents.

-Yeah, I remember.

Go ahead.

-Did your grandfather give this to you?

-No.

You did.

-Duncan?

-Don't ask me to explain, Linda.

It's not something you need to understand now.

But what you need to understand is that you've

always been very important to me.

-This is not the first time I've imagined this.

-No, Linda, it's not your imagination.

I wanted to tell you the first time I saw you in the gallery.

I'm so proud of you.

Always have been.

Hey, tell me--

tell me you believe me.

You have to believe me.

-Even though I never took pictures of

kittens and flower vases?

-Or freshly baked pies.

-I should never have left you.

I was so young.

-And beautiful, and--

and talented.

You still are.

-Thank you, Duncan.

Oh, thank you so much for everything.

-The pleasure was mine.

THEME SONG: And here we are, we the

princes of the universe.

Here we belong, fighting for survival.

We've come to be the rulers of your world I am Immortal.

We've come 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.