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-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.

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-Can I help you?

-Fill it up.

-Coffee, please.

-You look like you could use something stronger.

-No, thanks.

Just coffee.

-Been riding a while?

-Spain.

-On a bike?

This time of year?

-Tell me about it.

How much longer to Paris?

-Three hours?

The way you ride, maybe two.

We have rooms.

You could stay the night and leave in the morning.

-I don't think so.

[buzz]

-All right, you son of a bitch, where are you?

I know you're out here, coward.

Come on, you bastard, show me your face!

-Oh, no.

Not again!

-Jacques!

-Lady, it wasn't me.

I found him like this.

-He's dead.

You killed him!

-No, no, no, lady, I never touched him.

I never touched him, I swear!

-Police!

Somebody call the police!

-It's good to be back by Notre Dame.

I hate the summers.

I think you missed a spot.

-Thanks, Maurice.

I don't know what I would've done without your help.

-I was supervising.

Some people are born sailors.

Some are captains.

-Really?

-Really.

[buzz]

-Hello, Richie.

-Mac.

-You look like hell.

Trouble?

-This is Maurice.

He lives on the barge next door.

Richie's an old friend.

Getting older fast.

-How're you doing?

-Vitamins.

The boy needs iron.

-I'll keep it in mind.

-Maurice, uh, Richie and I have some catching up to do.

-I understand.

You don't have to ask Maurice twice.

Red meat and red wine is also good.

-Maurice.

Thanks.

-Any friend of yours--

-I know.

-Fine.

-After I left you, hit the road.

I must have done, I don't know, 20, maybe 30 states.

But I was good.

Everything was cool.

I, uh, I went to New Orleans.

I met this really wild girl named Monica.

We rode down to Rio together for the Carnival.

-Don't tell me this is about another woman, Richie.

-No, no, no.

It's not about a woman.

I, uh-- in fact, she turned out to be not quite as wild as

I thought she was.

-Then what?

-Then I hopped a freighter for Spain, and-- and

everything was good.

Everything was good.

Til I got to Madrid.

I was staying at a pensione with a couple of guys I met,

planning on riding together the next day.

[buzz]

-Carlos.

Carlos.

Carlos, man, you scared the hell out of me.

Carlos.

-Oh my God.

-You're sure he was an Immortal?

-Mac, I'm positive.

He just killed that guy for no reason.

-There's always a reason, Richie.

You never saw what he looked like?

-Nope.

He just took off.

-What about the police?

-I--

I don't know.

I didn't stick around to find out.

-That's not good, Richie.

-Well, Mac, it gets worse.

He killed a hotel clerk in Marseilles right after I

checked in.

Oh, man, I didn't--

I didn't know what to do.

All I could think of was to come here.

-And he followed you and killed again?

-Yeah.

This morning, at a gas station a couple hours south of here.

Mac, do you know what's going on here?

I mean, why doesn't he just come out and fight me?

-Maybe it's not you he wants.

-No.

Not again.

Who are you?

-Have you seen Connor MacLeod?

-No.

[buzz]

-Have you found him yet?

-Who are you?

-Martin Hyde.

-What do you want?

-I want MacLeod!

-Then you have found him.

Hyah!

-Don't lie to me, boy!

-I am Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod!

-You're nobody!

Where's Connor MacLeod?

-First you have to face me.

-You're not worth the time.

-Let me get my sword and I'll show you what I'm worth.

-I've hunted and killed worse than you for exercise.

I don't want the cub.

I want the wolf. run away.

-Fight me!

Unless you're a coward!

-Maybe I will take your head.

After I've taken your arms and your legs.

Unless you tell me where he is.

-Do it.

I'll die before I give Connor up to the like of you.

-Too bad.

In a century or two, if you're still alive.

-I will be alive!

[laughing]

-Just make sure you are!

-You!

-Me?

-Come here.

-It-- it's not my fault the horse lost.

Tell Jean I pay him tomorrow.

-Who owns that barge?

-You're not from Jean the bookmaker?

-No.

I'm in the market for a barge.

-That one is not for sale.

But my boat--

-Everything has a price.

-Not for MacLeod.

He doesn't seem to care about money.

-Is that Duncan MacLeod?

-That's right.

You know him, too?

-Oh, we met a long time ago.

-What a coincidence.

Another old friend of his just arrived.

I'll tale you to them.

-Not yet.

We're close enough right here.

But you could give him something from me.

-Since you put it that way.

Mr.--

Mr. Hyde?

How long will you be in Paris?

Mr. Hyde?

[dialing]

-Hello, police?

I have some information for you.

-Right now he wants you running and scared.

-What good does that do him?

-He finds out where you're going.

-But Mac, all I did was come straight--

-To me.

-So this is all a setup to find you?

Oh, man, and like a genius, I led him right to you.

Mac, I'm really sorry.

-There's no way you could have known.

-You know this guy, don't you?

-If it's who I think it is, we met a long time ago.

-So what should we do?

-Well, what you do is get some rest.

-Mac, I got guys dropping all around me.

I can barely close my eyes.

-I'll keep watch.

Go, Rich.

Even Immortals need rest.

-Mac, uh, after I left you the last time, I just didn't know

if I'd be welcome.

-Just because a relationship changes, Richie,

doesn't mean it ends.

Even the best of friends don't always have to agree on

everything.

When you're in Paris, you can stay with me.

On the couch.

-Thanks, Mac.

That means a lot to me.

I, uh--

well, I--

-I know.

I missed you, too, tough guy.

[laughing]

-Take it easy.

-I will, Mac.

Sleep, finally.

For the first time in weeks, I feel safe.

-I wouldn't talk too soon.

-Cops!

-Watch out for him, Niles.

Here he comes!

-Get in the car.

-Let's go.

-Out of there.

-This way.

-Bring in the suspects.

Line them up.

-Look at them very carefully.

Take your time.

Number one, step forward.

Turn right.

Turn left.

Step back.

Number two, step forward.

Turn right.

Turn left.

Step back.

Number three, step forward.

-That's him.

Number three.

-Are you sure?

Take all the time you need, OK?

-I don't need time.

He's the man who killed my husband.

-Everybody can leave except number three.

-Do I get to see a lawyer?

-Come on.

Let's move it.

-Are you OK?

Thank you.

And don't worry.

We'll put him away for a long time, believe me.

-But it won't bring my husband back.

-I'm sorry.

-Inspector Bardau?

-Yes?

-I'm Duncan MacLeod.

-Oh, the one at the barge.

-Where's Richie Ryan?

-Your friend's in serious trouble.

And so will you be if I can prove you were hiding him.

-How long are you going to hold him?

-Until the judge sees him.

And then he'll be taken to the men's prison in Fleury, where

he belongs.

-You're making a mistake, Inspector.

Richie Ryan isn't a killer.

-No?

We just got a very positive ID.

Or maybe you think that woman who just left was lying?

-No.

But even if he was there, it doesn't mean he did it.

-He ran.

He had a sword when we arrested him.

He's wanted for murders in Madrid and Marseille.

It looks like a hell of a case.

-That is all circumstantial evidence.

Was there any blood on the sword?

-We're testing it now.

-And what about a motive?

Free

-Gas?

Money?

Sometimes people kill for nothing.

-Not Richie.

-You want to help your friend?

Tell him to confess.

Excuse me.

-Mac!

-Are you all right?

-You gotta get me out of here, Mac.

-I will.

I will.

Soon.

-I mean, these guys, they act like I'm already convicted.

I can't even tell them what the hell's going on here.

They don't still use the guillotine in France, do they?

-No.

-So I'll just do life.

I mean, that's a happy thought.

At least they can't pin any more murders on me that way.

-There won't be any more, Rich.

He's already found what he wants.

It's just a matter of time until he shows up.

-You can take this guy, right?

-Hope so.

-Gee, your confidence is overwhelming.

-How is your friend?

-How do you expect, under the circumstances?

-So many police.

What did he do?

-He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

-Ah, that happened to me once.

They claimed I stole a chicken.

-But you'd never do that.

-Of course not.

It was a duck.

-Oh, Maurice, did it--

was anyone around the barge while I was gone?

-Oh, mon dieu, I forgot.

He even gave me his card.

But how did you know?

-Did he say anything?

-He wanted to buy your barge, but I told him

you wouldn't sell.

Was I right?

About your barge?

-Don't worry, Maurice.

Mr. Hyde doesn't want my barge.

-I knew it.

Lucky for him, he said he was a friend of yours.

-He's no friend of mine.

-A liar, too!

Next time I see him, [inaudible].

-Maurice, uh, can you take my bags inside for me?

-Sure.

-Good to see you, MacLeod.

-Can't say the same about you, Hyde.

-I didn't think you would.

You got yourself a hell of a reputation over the years.

-I've kept busy.

-Mm, so have I.

-Tormenting young Immortals and killing their teachers?

-It works.

He led me right to you.

It's amazing how the young ones always run

back to their teachers.

I've taken a lot of trouble finding you.

You ought to be flattered.

-You ought to be dead.

-I've hunted and killed just about every creature that has

walked the earth.

-Sure you have.

-But it's nothing compared to the kill

of a seasoned Immortal.

Let's get on with it, shall we?

-You want a shot at my head?

You help me get my friend out of jail.

-Sorry!

I can't wait.

-It's only a matter of time, MacLeod!

You can't run forever!

-How are you holding up?

-OK.

-Hyde came by.

-So what happened?

-We fought.

-So he's dead, right?

-Wrong.

-But Mac, you're still here.

-I ran.

-This is a joke, right?

What's the matter, Mac?

You didn't think you could take this guy?

-It's not about that, Richie.

Hyde's your only alibi.

If I kill him, they nail you for the murders.

-Great.

That's just great.

If you win, I'm convicted.

If he takes your head, I'm still here.

Either way, Mac, we're both screwed.

-Something I can do for you?

-How about finding the real killer?

-We did.

-No you didn't, and you already know that.

The sword was clean, wasn't it?

-Well, maybe he used something else.

-Or maybe he's innocent.

-Oh, we'd all like to prove our friends' innocence.

-Inspector.

I'll be in touch.

-MacLeod, leave the police work to us.

-Excuse me.

I'm looking for a Mr. Martin Hyde.

-Martin Hyde?

I'm afraid we don't have anyone here by that name.

-And even if there was, you wouldn't tell me?

If he does arrive, would you mind giving him

this for me, please?

-If I see him, I'll be sure that he gets it.

-Thank you.

[knocking]

-A message for Mr. Hyde.

-Thank you.

[phone ringing]

-Yes?

What do you want, MacLeod?

-Nobody keeps me waiting.

-Sorry.

I had a phone call to make.

-Drawing up your will?

-Something like that.

-Let's go.

This time, there's no place to run to!

Where's your sword?

-Can't we just talk about this like gentlemen?

-What?

-Have you always been this antisocial?

Look, I've got a pack of playing cards here.

Maybe we could play some gin rummy or something.

-What's this?

A joke?

-Just trying to be friendly.

Open up a line of communication or something.

-If you think I won't kill you just because you won't fight,

you're wrong!

Given your reputation, I expected more.

-Sorry to disappoint you.

-Drop the sword!

-What the hell is this?

-All part of the game, Hyde.

Here's your murderer, Inspector.

With the murder weapon.

-You son of a bitch.

-Put it down.

-Are you OK?

-Just glad you weren't stuck in traffic.

Here's your real murder weapon.

-We'll see.

Let's go.

-It's really remarkable.

At least 400 years old.

-Tomas de Ayala made only six like it around 1600.

-How do you know so much?

-Because I'm in the antique business.

What about the blood?

-It was well cleaned, but we found traces from the gas

station attendant and the man at Marseilles.

-Then Richie's free to go.

-He's free.

How did you know about Hyde?

-You have my statement, Inspector.

-Which left out as much as it told.

-Such as?

-Why two men would be carrying swords around!

-Martin Hyde was a collector.

He wanted what Richie had.

-But collectors don't normally murder people.

-Martin Hyde wasn't a regular collector.

-The victim had no swords.

What's his motive?

-Who knows?

Sometimes people kill for nothing.

-Mac!

-Ready to go?

-About time.

I think the guy in the next cell was looking to go steady.

-Please, sign for your sword.

-Sure.

-No offense, Mr. Ryan, but I hope I don't see you again.

-No offense to you, Inspector, but same here.

-Let's go.

-Do me a favor?

Make sure he keeps it in a safe place.

-I'll try.

-That's police evidence!

-So what?

This can't be happening, can it?

Must be a dream.

-Oh my God.

-Mac, this is my fight.

I owe this guy.

-Richie, he's not going to fight you.

Besides, I owe him a lot more.

-I am sorry about your friend, Duncan.

But it had to happen.

-I know.

I thought I was prepared.

-Alain was a friend.

A friend's death is never easy.

-I was there when he was born.

I held him in my arms.

I watched him become a man and then a father.

Today-- today I buried a man that was old and gray.

-And it'll happen again.

-Is that why we exist?

All our friends, our lovers-- they all die and we remain?

-We are Immortal.

And their loss is the price we pay.

-But is it worth it?

-It is.

We gain wisdom, knowledge.

We have lives they can only dream about.

And you'll have a long time to get used to it, my friend.

-Will I, Segur?

Will I get used to it?

-I have a remedy for what you're feeling.

Cognac de Capucins.

-Segur, you and your wines.

-This is the finest cognac in all of France.

[buzz]

-It's wasted on him.

He doesn't know the difference between cognac and urine.

MacLeod, I see no one's bothered to take your

miserable head yet.

-Or yours.

But I can remedy that.

-No, Duncan.

We're on holy ground.

-Then I'll move from it.

-Did you really think I'd come for you, MacLeod?

Have you ever gutted a bear with a knife or taken a lion

with a spear?

Even in death, they continue to fight.

But it's nothing compared to the kill

of a seasoned Immortal.

-Ah.

'Tis me he's come for.

-No, Segur.

Why?

When you know I must face him?

-Because you have much to learn, Duncan.

-But if he wins--

-I've lived this long, haven't I?

Keep that for me.

I'll meet you in one hour on the steps by the bridge.

We'll drink it together.

After you.

-By the bridge in one hour.

-It may be the best, Segur, but I hate drinking alone.

-This is the best cognac in all of France.

Meet me by the bridge in one hour, and

we'll drink it together.

-Mac, what if you don't come back?

-Then that's up to you if you want to go after him.

Make sure you're ready.

-Mac!

I hate drinking alone.

-Me too.

-Hello, MacLeod.

It's been a good hunt, MacLeod.

Almost hate to kill you.

-Almost.

-Not strong enough!

-So much for your reputation, MacLeod.

You're still nothing!

-This is it, Highlander.

The moment of truth.

-See you in hell.

-It's some strong stuff.

-Yeah.

It takes a little getting used to.

Of course, it was a lot younger when

Segur gave it to me.

-After all that time, it's a shame to drink it now.

-Well, I wanted to drink it with a friend.

I didn't want to wait another 250 years.

-Thanks, Mac.

-Something bothering you?

-Just Hyde.

I should have whacked the son of a bitch.

-Yeah.

But I saw him first.

[laughing]

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