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NARRATOR: He is immortal, born in the highlands of Scotland

400 years ago.

He is 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.

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

-Hey, Peter, how are you?

-Good.

It's a good wake.

-Yeah.

I can't believe Barry would want his wake at his pool.

-And to be buried near Jim Morrison so he'd have someone

to party with.

To Barry Piper, my partner, and the best

ears the record business.

-Do the police know what happened?

-They think he had one too many, slipped, and fell in the

water.

-What do you think?

-Well, he used to swim drunk all the time.

-Dad.

-Time to go.

Thank you, Duncan.

-I know it's been rough on you, Helen.

-Come on.

Wake up, Peter.

-I'll take you home.

-I am at home.

-All right.

Just for tonight.

-Yes, mother.

Play it again, Sam.

-Good night.

-You're a good friend, Duncan.

My father was very fond of you.

-I'll miss him, too.

-Life's funny, isn't it?

Sometimes it seems you have all the time in the world.

Then it's over.

How am I gonna get over this?

[buzz]

-What's wrong?

-Nothing.

Go on.

Go back inside and get some sleep.

-OK.

-See you tomorrow.

-Bye.

[can rattling]

-Ward?

-Mr. MacLeod.

You do turn up in unexpected places.

-I was thinking the same about you, Mr. Ward.

-See you around, MacLeod.

-Dawson?

-Nice to see you, too, MacLeod.

-I thought you'd left Paris.

-I didn't know you cared.

-I worry about you.

Paris can be a dangerous place.

-Oh, yeah.

Apparently the kind of place where somebody will knock you

down for no reason.

-You were following Nicholas Ward, weren't you?

-[speaking french]

[applause]

[music playing]

-Interesting performance.

-Performance?

It's public foolishness.

-It is the way the public deals

with its fears, Stillwell.

Lord knows they have a right to be afraid.

-Afraid of what?

-The news hasn't reached you?

-Henry.

I've heard enough of your old wives tales.

-The man has a right to know.

-You'll only make a fool of yourself.

-What are we talking about here, gentlemen?

-A vampire, Mr. MacLeod.

-Ridiculous.

-It is not.

There is a vampire stalking the streets of Paris.

-My partner is rather superstitious.

Rest assured, I don't share his beliefs.

[applause]

-What do you think, Mr. MacLeod?

-About a vampire?

Well, I think Paris is a fashionable city, and vampires

are in fashion.

Can we get to the business at hand, gentlemen?

-Exactly.

Mr. MacLeod, what do you know about our company?

-Well, Belaire started 15 years ago, importing goods

from eastern Europe.

You then expanded to the middle and the far east, and

north and central Africa.

You import raw materials and you export finished products.

-You've done your research.

-Thank you.

-Of course, we welcome your interest in our company.

But I have to be blunt, Mr. MacLeod, it is an investment

for the future.

-Some of us might want to take a little profit right now.

And if Charles was still alive, we would not be having

this discussion.

-We are building a trading empire that will last for

generations, are we not?

-I would rather build a country house to share with my

daughter and my future grandchildren.

-Gentlemen, gentlemen, I assure you, my investments are

all long term.

-Excellent.

So we'll see each other tomorrow morning in my office.

Say, 9:00?

-9:00 it is.

I'm sure we'll enjoy doing business together.

-I look forward to it.

Gentlemen.

-Is something wrong?

-Oh, no, no.

Sorry.

It's this vampire business.

I--

-You're taking it too seriously.

-Am I?

Ask them if they believe in vampires.

And they have no reason to.

-And you do?

-Another drink, Mr. MacLeod?

[buzz]

-Mr. MacLeod?

-Not just now.

Um, would you excuse me?

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: [screaming]

-What happened?

-I don't know.

There was a man leaning over him.

-Hey!

Over there.

-Stop!

-Stop!

-Stop or I'll shoot!

-Did I get him?

-Yes, you hit him.

-I'm sorry.

There's nothing I can do.

-What was it that killed him?

-It's hard to tell.

-Is it?

You're a doctor, aren't you?

-He might have been beaten.

-Beaten?

Look how pale he is.

This is what the good doctor doesn't want you to see.

Look!

[gasping]

-The mark of a vampire.

-No, that-- that's ridiculous.

-Is it?

Then where's the blood?

He's pale from the loss of it.

And look at the ground.

It's bone dry.

-Whatever it was, it's dead.

I put two bullets in it.

-You idiot.

You can't shoot this thing with bullets.

-Are you all right?

-Yeah.

Poor William.

If he had stayed and had that drink with us--

-Come, Henry.

Let me take you home.

-But you still don't believe it?

-I'm an educated man, Henry.

And so are you.

-But the marks.

The puncture marks.

-There must be some other explanation.

But you still haven't told me everything.

-Yes, well, you'll find out eventually.

Six months ago, Charles, William, and I funded an

expedition to Transylvania.

We'd heard about some artifacts we thought we could

lay our hands on cheaply.

The truth is, we were driven by greed.

-What went wrong?

-Everything.

The locals turned against us.

Our own men fought amongst themselves.

It was doomed from the start.

-Well, archaeology's a risky business.

-Oh, archaeology.

This was a church, MacLeod.

An ancient church.

-So you robbed it.

-Like savages.

We stole its icons, we desecrated its cemetery.

We dug up a gilded coffin.

Very ornate.

Valuable.

But it was late, and we decided not to break it open

until the next day.

-What happened?

-The next day, it was gone.

-Then somebody stole it.

I'm sorry, Henry, but I still do not

believe it was a vampire.

-Then how do you account for Stillwell's death?

The death of the other partner, Charles Voight?

-Mr. MacLeod, this is Alan Baines.

-Yes.

The vampire chaser.

Is this a full time

profession, or just a diversion?

-He is the foremost expert in this field.

I hired him to protect us.

-Shame he couldn't protect Mr. Stillwell.

-Evil is clever, Mr. MacLeod.

Clever beyond your comprehension.

-Good evening.

-Your chapeau, Monsieur.

-Mr. MacLeod.

-Thank you.

-You saw Stillwell's body.

How can you not believe?

-Stubborn, perhaps.

-Princes of darkness, creatures

of the night, immortals.

Do they not exist for you?

-Mr. Baines, how many have you seen?

-I have seen more than you can imagine.

-Oh, I can imagine a great deal.

[buzz]

-Gentlemen.

-Miss Jacom.

Allow me to offer my sincere condolences in the light of

recent events.

-Thank you.

But I have to say, I believe Mr. Stillwell was murdered by

a man, not a monster.

-All I ask is that you keep an open mind, Miss Jacom.

-And all I ask is that you stop badgering my father with

your superstitious nonsense.

One of your associates?

-No.

I'm Duncan MacLeod.

And I have trouble believing in monsters myself.

-I'm Juliette Jacom.

My father's told me all about you.

Mr. Nicholas Ward, our legal counsel.

Now if you'll excuse me, my father must be very upset.

-Pity to meet at such an awkward time.

-Well, perhaps we've already met.

Earlier this evening.

-I do not think so.

I would have remembered.

-Unusual cane.

-It used to be.

Nowadays, of course, everyone has one.

-Mr. Baines, my father wishes to see you.

-Mr. Baines will continue chasing monsters as long as

Mr. Jacom pays him.

Won't you, Baines?

-You can laugh all you like.

Stillwell and Voight both laughed.

Look what happened to them.

-And how would you explain it, Mr. Ward?

-An animal from the zoo, a maniac.

But the thought of someone living forever--

absurd, don't you think?

-The vampire's invisibility may have something to do with

the laws of refraction, which we do not fully understand.

It may create an hypnotic effect.

An illusion.

-Illusion or not, it didn't help William and the others.

-It might help you.

-I'm already a dead man.

-You may be drunk, but you're still alive.

-What's this?

Holy water?

And a cross.

[laughing]

Is that the best you can do?

Is that a scientific fact?

-But it works.

It's a fact of history.

-Where are you going?

-You hired me to track down the vampire, not to sit around

and wait for it.

[thump]

-Who's there?

Hello?

Baines?

-For God's sake, Henry.

I just got this from London.

-Oh, Nicholas.

It's you.

What are you doing here?

-I've come to collect.

-Well, I don't owe you anything.

-Oh, but you do.

Your life.

-Has it changed much?

-Not in over 200 years.

What did you find out?

-Well, the French police are investigating several murders,

but, uh, nothing more than usual.

Maybe he stopped killing.

-Not Ward.

He hides one murder with another.

I thought you said you had guys on the inside.

-There is no evidence of a serial killer in Paris.

-There will be.

Killing is what Ward does.

-I've got to go.

-Oh.

Well, my last swim as Helene Piper.

Starting tomorrow, a few things are going to change

around here.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.

It's ball and chain time.

Your musician friends will have to find someone else to

party with.

-Really?

What do I get to do instead?

-I'll find something for you to do.

-Is that a promise?

-Stay with me.

We'll be bad.

-How bad?

-Very, very bad.

-Not right now.

Later.

-Well, after tomorrow, Nick, it's like the man says.

Til death do us part.

-I wouldn't have it any other way.

-Mr. MacLeod.

-I've been waiting for you.

-I hope it wasn't too boring for you.

Paying one's respects to the dead can be so tiresome.

-Exquisite cape.

Cashmere?

-Thank you.

I can give you the name of my tailor, if you'd like.

-Perhaps later.

Where were you last night?

-I took Juliette home, and then went to

get my beauty sleep.

Why do you ask?

-Well, there was another Immortal at the club where

Stillwell was killed.

-Oh, really?

What's that to me?

-I only saw him from afar, but he looked very much like you.

-Oh, lucky him.

But I'm sure you've heard that in the dark,

all cats are gray.

-But not all cats have canes like this one.

And now Henry Jacom is dead.

-Are you implying that I might be responsible?

If I wanted someone dead, Mr. MacLeod, why would I play-act

as a vampire?

-You tell me.

-Oh, maybe it was personal.

I know!

It was Jacom's annoying habit of always serving the '28

Lafite before its time.

Or maybe it was Stillwell's unfortunate choice in clothes.

Perhaps I can forgive anything but bad taste.

-And if they were killed by a vampire, who would suspect

their lawyer?

-Oh, very good.

But then I'd have to have something to gain from both

their deaths, wouldn't I?

Now, uh, what could that be?

-Well, that depends.

What's your involvement with Juliette Jacom?

-Really, Mr. MacLeod.

A gentleman never discusses his love life.

-But he does discuss his business.

She inherits the company now, does she not?

-What if she does?

We're just friends.

-Then you have nothing to gain, if that is all you are.

-Nicholas?

I'm sorry.

Am I interrupting?

-Not at all.

Mr. MacLeod and I were just lamenting

this tragedy, my dear.

-What did the authorities say?

-Just that they have their best men on the case.

-Don't you worry, my darling.

They'll catch the maniac who did this.

I promise.

-If it was a maniac.

My condolences.

-Mr. MacLeod, I would like you to be the first to know.

Mr. Ward and I are going to be married.

My father would not have wanted me to stay alone.

From now on, we'll be making all business decisions for

Belaire together.

-That's wonderful.

Is it not, Mr. MacLeod?

-Congratulations.

I wish you both a long and happy life.

-I know this looks awkward.

I also know that a fellow Immortal would not judge me

without proof.

-Then I'll have to find some, will I not?

-Ah.

Got you, you cunning bastard.

[knocking]

-Yes?

-Baine, are you in there?

-Coming.

Ah, come in, come in.

-Do you know what that is?

-I just hope it's not your breakfast.

-It's knowledge, like everything else, when you know

what to look for.

-What do you know about the deaths of Stillwell and Jacom?

-You saw the marks on their necks.

They were killed by a vampire.

-I asked what you knew, not what you believe.

-What do you know of forensics?

-Using scientific method to help solve crime.

-That's very good.

Soon it will help solve this one.

-Sooner than you think.

Put this on a slide.

-Oh, yes.

-Do they match?

-Perfectly.

The other three were found on the bodies of the victims the

night of their murders.

Black cashmere?

This is from Nicholas Ward's cape, isn't it?

I've been waiting for an opportunity to get a

sample of my own.

Mr. MacLeod, Nicholas Ward is a vampire.

Now we've proved it.

Now I can destroy him.

-You leave Nicholas Ward to me.

You do not know what you're dealing with.

-I am prepared.

Don't worry about me, MacLeod.

You worry about Nicholas Ward.

-So be it.

[knocking]

-Come in, monsieur.

-It is a little late, Mr. MacLeod.

-If it weren't urgent, I would not be here.

-Very well.

But I hope it is not about this idiotic

vampire business again.

-I know you do not know me well, but you must believe

that what I'm about to tell you, your life

depends upon it.

-My father was a good judge of men, and if he didn't trust

you, you would not be here now.

-How well do you know Nicholas Ward?

-Well enough to marry him.

If you have something to say, come out with it.

-I believe Nicholas Ward killed your

father and the others.

Baines has proof.

-Impossible.

-He wants control of Belaire.

-I will still control Belaire, Mr. MacLeod, even after Mr.

Ward and I marry.

-Only as long as you're alive.

-Get out!

-First Charles Voight, then Stillwell and your father.

Now you are the only one that stands between him and

Belaire.

-How dare you?

-Juliette, listen to me.

-Nicholas has done wonders for Belaire Imports.

He is a genius.

Actually, I could make a case of someone

else being the killer.

Someone who everyone knows wants a part of Belaire.

Mr. MacLeod!

-I do not care about Belaire.

I care about your life.

[creak]

-That really wasn't very nice, Baines.

Hardly sporting, old chap.

I hope you get my point.

-Mr. MacLeod, you do turn up in unexpected places.

-I was thinking the same about you.

Out getting some fresh air?

-Religiously.

I've heard it's so good for one's health.

-Even with a vampire on the loose?

-Doesn't the thought give you goosebumps?

Do you know, I am almost starting to believe in it

myself?

-I think this belongs to you.

-So it does.

Where did you find that?

-In the room where they found Baines' body.

-Oh dear.

You found me out.

-How many have you killed now to get Belaire?

-Oh, does it really matter?

Brilliant, wasn't it?

Jacom created the hysteria out of his own guilt at robbing

that church in Transylvania.

I merely made his worst fears come true.

And now the whole city is talking about me, the vampire.

It's been a brilliant performance.

-You're insane.

-Oh, please.

We live for centuries, MacLeod.

We have to find some way to keep ourselves amused.

-There are other ways.

-Oh.

I can tell you don't approve.

-You could say that.

What about Juliette?

-Oh, I know.

You're the type that marries for love.

I, on the other hand, marry for money.

Lots of it.

So, what's it to be, Mr. MacLeod?

Live and let live, or?

Like you said.

-Unusual cane.

[whinny]

[groan]

-Whoa.

-It's been fun.

-We must do it again.

-Another time.

Oh, um, say good bye to Juliette for me.

-Knock knock.

-What did you find out?

-Well, the Parisian police think they might

have a serial killer.

They can't be sure, but three men, all about the same age,

have been murdered.

-What do they have in common?

-They're all in their early fifties.

And they all went to an exclusive prep school in

Switzerland together called Le Rosey.

Now, the police have looked into the student records to

see if there's any connection, but there are 76 people who

were at Le Rosey then who live in Paris now.

No way they can reach them all in time.

-If Ward's running true to form, we won't have to.

-Why's that?

-Because Ward earns his money the old fashioned way.

He marries it.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-I just got into Paris, and I'm in a little bit of a bind.

I was wondering if you could help me.

-I can try.

-My brother's getting married to somebody that he shouldn't.

-Isn't that this business?

-Yeah, well, I just want to talk to him.

-What's stopping you?

-He's staying with his fiancee, and I don't know her

name or where she lives.

Come on, if it was your brother--

-My brother married a cow.

What's your brother's name?

-Nicholas Ward.

-Uh, Ward.

Mm-hmm.

Here it is.

He's marrying Helene Piper tomorrow.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

-Hi, Duncan.

-Hi.

-What's up?

-Came to congratulate you on your upcoming marriage.

-How did you know?

-I ran into Ward.

-Oh.

You know Nicky?

-Yeah.

We go back a ways.

-Hm.

-Do you know where I can find him?

-Mm, nope.

Probably in some dive looking for some some garage band to

take platinum.

Want a beer or something?

-No, no thanks.

-It's funny he's never mentioned you, but he can be

so damn mysterious.

-Well, I haven't seen him in a few years.

Congratulations.

-Thanks.

I know it's sudden.

Sometimes you just gotta go for it.

You know, he likes to make out that he's so wild and crazy,

but I've never seen a man with such a head for business.

-What a coincidence.

Where did your father go to school?

-Hmm.

Some private place in Switzerland.

-Le Rosey?

-That's right.

Le Rosey.

He and Peter were roommates.

-What's Peter's number?

-555-4286.

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

-Hello?

-He's not there.

-Is something wrong?

-Nothing.

See you later.

-Bye.

-Nicky.

[buzz]

-Why, thanks, MacLeod.

What is this, an act of friendship?

-Let's just say we're not enemies.

Did you see anything?

-No.

You must have scared him off.

-He's too arrogant to be scared.

-But he knows you're gonna be watching him.

-Then he'll have her come to him.

-Why don't you just tell her?

-Tell her what?

That he's an Immortal who once pretended to be a vampire, and

he's killed her father and her uncle?

Besides, she can't go to the police, because I'm gonna cut

his head off.

-I get your point.

-You stay with her.

-What about you?

-I think my friend has a little surprise

in store for me.

-Monsieur, we'd like a word with you.

-Don't tell me.

You're gonna take me downtown.

-Monsieur, step into the car, please.

Watch your head.

-How long ago did they get here?

-10 minutes ago.

What the hell was that about?

-Just a few questions, courtesy of Nicholas Ward.

He told the police the serial killer was outside the

apartment and gave them my description.

All he wanted was me out of the way, but he didn't know

about you, did he?

-Smile.

-Miss Piper, Mr. Ward, we're ready for you now.

-You invited Duncan to be our witness?

-MacLeod and I have something to talk about.

-Now?

We're getting married, Nicky.

-I won't be long.

-Hi.

-Really, MacLeod, how's a guy supposed to make a living?

You're never going to go away, are you?

-Nope.

-What's going on here, guys?

-I'll be right there.

MacLeod, MacLeod, why take the chance?

We could work something out.

Make a deal.

-No deals.

Just you and me.

Now.

-You'd better wait for me at home.

This is going to take longer than I thought.

-Oh, give me a break, Nicky.

Whatever it is, it can wait.

-It's already waited too long.

-What's this about?

Duncan?

-Everybody brings a little baggage into a

relationship, Helene.

MacLeod and I need to talk about mine.

-Oh.

Thanks.

-Come on, MacLeod.

This is a joke.

-Not to the people you killed.

-They're mortals, MacLeod.

Who gives a damn about them?

You know, you'd have thought you'd have developed a sense

of humor after all these years.

-How many years have you been doing this?

-For longer than you've been alive.

It's been a hell of a show.

-It's always the same one.

-Hey, why spoil a good act?

-When I'm good, I'm really good.

But when I'm bad--

[laughs]

-I'm great!

-Not great enough.

-Everyone's a critic.

-Let's go.

-How'd she take it?

-How do you think?

At least she's still alive.

-Yeah.

What did you tell her?

-That he had another past.

Another life somewhere else.

That he had responsibilities that he had to deal with that

were more important than his own happiness.

Sometimes one truth is kinder than another.

You know, it's as if history is just one big circle.

-I wonder if we ever learn from it.

Well, I guess I'll see you around, MacLeod.

-Does that mean you're still following me?

-It's what we do.

But you know, if you were to invite me for a drink, I

wouldn't be following you, would I?

-I only drink with my friends.

Hey, Dawson.

Bar opens at 5:00.

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