Original subtitles

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"]

-Nothing happens till I get my money.

-$10,000.

That's a great deal of money.

-I'm worth it.

-Oh, I'm sure you are.

-All right.

What's going on?

-You're about to earn some of your money.

[screams]

Go out and be a hero.

-Everyone's a winner.

Try your luck.

Roll up, roll up.

Try your luck.

Roll up, roll up.

Try your luck.

Everyone's a winner.

Step on up.

-I don't think he likes you.

-You want one of these?

-Not my type, you know?

-I don't blame you.

All right.

What the hell?

One more time.

-Roll up, roll up.

Roll up, roll up.

Try your luck.

-My tire.

Damn.

[church bells]

Open up.

Open up.

Come on, open up.

[engine roaring]

[tires screeching]

-Come on, get on!

-You got it, man.

[gunshots]

[church bells]

-It's all right.

It's only a crease.

-You should have seen this guy, Mac.

He was awesome.

-I just reacted.

-Pete, you're not going to be able to ride with that arm.

-Here, cut me a couple of strips, would you?

-OK.

-You can stay here tonight.

-Thanks.

So what'd you do to those guys anyway?

-I never saw them before in my life.

It must be my personality.

This may hurt a little.

-Ah.

A little, huh?

-Why don't you, uh, grab a couch and, uh, get some rest?

I'll be right back.

-Great.

-Do you want to call anybody or anything?

-No.

-OK.

-What's up, Mac?

-Did you see his wrist?

-What about it?

-He's got a scar.

-So?

-Like he had a tattoo removed and not very long ago.

-Well, maybe he's got a burn or something.

Mac, the guy did just save my life.

-Right.

Why?

-I don't know.

Maybe he's the hero type.

-Maybe.

-OK.

Let's go talk to the guys at the carnival,

and we'll find out.

[ring]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Hello, my man.

You'll get your last chance I've got back here.

Try your best--

-No, thanks.

---Chance.

Please.

Just show me--

-I'll tell you what?

I'll give it a shot.

---what kind of friends you've got.

-Richie, some other time.

-Let me see what you can do.

-Follow the guy behind me.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Let him come and try his chance.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah, let me see.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Try your chance.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: What's up?

Show me how to do this.

-Just put your hands.

Just make one.

-Just like this.

-Just make two.

Just make three.

-Three.

Oh, OK.

Let me see what I can with this.

-Uh, Richie, let's do this smart.

-Oh, absolutely, Mac.

-Brilliant.

Oh.

No, no, no.

-Hey, you remember me, huh?

-What are you talking about?

-A couple hours ago, you and your friends tried to kill me.

-You're the guy at the shooting gallery.

-Yeah, yeah.

And you're the son of a bitch who shot at me.

-Shot at you?

No.

You must be high or dreaming.

I never shot at anybody.

-You're lying.

-Don't try my patience.

-Do you have a tattoo on you?

-Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

-Can I see it?

-Sure.

Here.

-Mac, I know--

-Sorry.

This was a misunderstanding.

-Mac, I know what I saw, man.

The guy had a Watcher tattoo this morning

-Not anymore.

-I wanna know why you don't believe me about the tattoo.

-I didn't say I didn't believe you.

-Well, it sure sounds like it.

-You're not listening to me.

-Mac, fruitcake at the carnival is lying.

-Yeah, I know.

-So why don't we do anything about it?

-What do you want to do?

Go back there and take him and all his friends on?

Start a riot over a tattoo that doesn't even exist?

-I know what I saw.

-There's also a possibility you could be wrong.

-Mac, I'm not wrong.

-And there's also a possibility somebody is

playing with us.

-Why?

-I don't know.

-OK, fine.

Let's go back to the carnival again, and we'll find out.

-Listen, fruitcake is not going to tell you anything.

-Yeah, I know.

But maybe if we get him alone, you know, we could try to

convince him.

You know what I'm saying?

-I think there's someone else we should be talking to.

-Who?

Oh, here we go again about the scar on Pete's wrist.

-It's something to think about.

-Mac, I'm just finding it a little hard to believe that

you're condemning a guy who saved my life.

-All I want to do is talk to him.

-No, you don't want to talk to him.

You've already made up your mind.

-Listen, the truth is the truth, no matter what you feel

about it.

-OK, so fine.

Mac, you tell me then.

What is the truth?

I mean, after all, you must have read Pete's mind.

Hey, you know, I mean, this is really cool.

Because I knew we were immortal, but I didn't know we

were psychic too.

-We're not psychic, tough guy.

But we are cautious.

-[WHISPERING] But we are cautious.

-Quit pushing.

Piss off.

Hey.

[whistles]

Listen, I gotta go to the bathroom.

Why don't you just pull over?

Come on.

Just let me off for a minute.

I'll be a good girl.

[purrs]

[smacks lips]

Huh?

[chuckles]

-Help!

You gotta help.

My wife.

My wife.

-Hey, what's happening here?

-My wife.

Please.

LISA [OFFSCREEN]: Let it burn.

I gotta go to the bathroom.

-Here.

-Great.

Who are you?

-Shut up.

-You here to see me?

Stay away from me!

-Shut up.

-You son of a bitch.

I'll kill you.

Get your paws off of me.

-Get up.

Move.

Off the bus.

-Get away.

I'm not going.

-Just shut up.

Don't resist me.

-Let go of me.

You've made your point.

-Hold still.

-Get in the car.

-You're gonna regret this.

-Just get in.

-OK.

I'm impressed.

Now tell me where you're taking me.

I said, tell me--

-You want to live?

Shut up.

-Maybe his arm was hurting, and he went to the hospital.

-Maybe.

-Look, Mac, I haven't lived for 400 years.

I realize that.

And I can only call them like I see them.

But Pete's just another guy on the road.

-I hope you're right.

[engine running]

-Pete.

What's up, man?

-Not much.

-How you doing?

-Well, better than yesterday anyhow.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Oh, good to hear.

PETE [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah.

-Hey, Pete.

-Hey.

-How's the arm?

-Oh, it's a little stiff.

But it's all right.

-You want some juice or some coffee or something?

-No, I'm fine.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

-So, uh, what happened to you yesterday?

Why'd you take off?

-All right.

Now, this is going to blow your mind.

About a half an hour after you guys left, I saw this guy

hanging around out here.

-What was he doing?

-Just checking it out.

-He was just standing there, watching?

-Yeah.

So I go up to him to see what he's doing, and,

uh, he takes off.

So I did too.

-You followed him?

-Yeah.

I mean, I got to thinking about what happened yesterday.

-Where did he go?

-Straight back to the carnival.

-What do you think, Mac?

-I think you should show us.

So Pete, where you from?

-Lots of places.

We moved around.

My old man took off when I was a kid.

Guess that's why I hit the road, you know?

Figured I'd bump into the son of a bitch sooner or later.

-Well, if you do, ask him if he's seen my

old man, will you?

-I'll do that.

This is it.

I never went in.

-Don't seem to be anybody around.

-Age before beauty.

-Check it out.

This is getting to be just like the movies.

You guys CIA or something?

-Or something.

Pete, I think it's about time you left Paris.

-Why?

-For your health.

-You're the good guys, right?

-Right.

-Well, then I want to help.

-You're in way over your head.

-Look, I brought you here, didn't I?

Look, I can take care of myself.

Richie, what kind of guy would I be if I took

on a friend in need?

I'm going to go back to the hostel.

You guys need me, fine.

If not, fine.

-What is with you, Mac?

-It's too neat, Ritchie.

Pete's been in the right place at the right time too often.

-And if he wasn't, I might have lost my head.

-Look, if he's for real, then he's better off without us.

If he's not--

-Mac, he checks out.

The bike, the story.

Don't be such a cynic.

Why don't you trust him?

-You, thief.

-You addressing me?

-I am the King's sheriff.

This is his land, and you are poaching.

-The people in the village are starving.

-So?

-So no people, no taxes.

No taxes, no money.

No money, no sheriff.

Don't you understand?

Surely, the King can spare one small bear

for his loyal subjects.

[groans]

-You have been charged and found guilty of poaching.

-Who found me guilty?

There's been no trial.

-It happened when you were unconscious.

Besides, we all saw you.

So what other verdict could there be?

-But that's for a nobleman.

The penalty for poaching's supposed to be hanging.

That's it.

Hang me.

Hang me.

-No rope.

What's the matter?

Lost your sense of humor?

Don't worry, your head will soon join it.

-But I'm a free man.

I have rights.

-You have nothing.

You're a thief.

May God have mercy on your soul.

-I didn't know this was the King's land.

My friend told me-- oh.

[groans]

Where's your sense of humor?

[groaning]

[laughing]

-I couldn't help noticing that you were on the wrong end of

that axe, my fellow Immortal.

Charles Browning of York.

-Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

[chuckles]

Thank you.

-You've very welcome.

[laughing]

That's a fine bear.

And I'm--

I'm very hungry.

[laughing]

-Hey, drink up.

Drink up.

How's the soup?

Let me try it.

It needs more seasoning.

-I believe you're getting drunk, my friend.

I hope you villagers are enjoying the bear.

-I hope you're not talking about me.

-A toast to the King for such a fine feast.

-The King!

-The King!

-And let it be said that this is finest

bear I've ever eaten.

More wine, wench!

-More wine, wench!

-Where are you, wench?

More wine.

-No, put your silver away, Browning.

-No, I insist.

I owe you my life.

-That is a debt we'll settle some other time.

-No, I insist.

-No.

Is a life not more important than a jug of wine?

-Aye.

Much, much more.

[laughing]

-How much?

Hmm?

-Ah, two jugs!

[laughing]

Two jugs of w--

-Two jugs for my friend and I, wench.

[laughing]

[snoring]

[hiccups]

-You're quick.

I'll give you that.

-You saved me from the axe.

-Why waste a quickening?

Now, let's get this over with.

-Why?

You called me friend.

-Friend?

I have no friend.

-Pete's my friend, Mac.

I don't see a problem with him.

-He's a liar.

Look, I know he's your friend.

I know you like him.

You're about the same age.

You have a lot in common.

-So that makes him a liar?

-No, that doesn't.

This police report does.

Go on, read it.

He's not looking for his father.

He's on the run.

He got two to 10 for armed robbery and broke parole.

Police think he held up another liquor store

and then took off.

-The guy still saved my life.

-And I still want to know why.

-Well?

-Well, cheekbone's about right.

The skin color, eyes, and nose will need some work.

And, uh, so will these.

-But you can do it?

-Of course.

-Are you going to tell me what's going on here, or do I

have to guess?

-A little surgery.

You should be grateful.

You're a convicted murderer, Lisa.

With your looks, you'll be recognized, caught.

And you'll spend the rest of your life in jail.

We don't want that, do we?

-What's in it for me?

-And new face, a new identity, and a great deal of money.

-Who do I have to kill?

-All in good time, my dear.

All in good time.

PETE [OFFSCREEN]: What was I going to tell you, right?

That I couldn't go to the hospital

because I jumped parole?

That would have went over real well.

Look, I'm trying to make a new start here.

You don't know what it was like, man.

I mean, the cops were busting me every damn minute.

-Pete, you still should have told me.

-Yeah.

I made you an accessory, right?

Forget about it.

-Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're right.

Well, you've had a rough week, you know, with getting shot in

the arm and that-- that nasty burn going on down there.

How did you manage that one?

-You ride a bike.

You ever try to change a flat after doing a couple of

hundred clicks?

-A few times.

-Yeah, well, if you have a half a brain, then, uh, you

stay away from the manifold.

Richie.

I'm sorry.

-Hey, like you said, forget about it.

-Father Andre, I'm Duncan MacLeod.

Can I ask you a few questions?

-Come in, come in.

What can I help you with?

-Do you ring the church bells every day at noon?

-Absolutely.

The church bells are an institution.

300 years, and we never missed a day.

-You must have a great view from up in the tower.

-My glimpse on the outside world--

inspirational but uneventful.

-Was it yesterday?

-Yesterday?

No.

-Why not?

-Well, I--

I saw two men being chased by men with guns.

They escaped on a motorcycle.

It was quite exciting.

-Can you tell me anything else about the men you saw?

-No.

-Was there anything else unusual?

-There was a car parked in the alley, a sports car.

-You wouldn't happen to know what kind of car it was.

-A silver Aston Martin, 1966 DB6.

It still had dealer plates on.

Six cylinder, double width cams, 230

horsepower at 6500 RPM.

Even a priest can dream.

-Thank you, father.

-Are you a police officer?

-No.

I'm an Immortal.

-All right.

Let's go through this just one more time.

Your name is Lisa Millon.

You were born in Paris in 1964.

Your mother's name is Marie.

Your father's name is Jacques.

-I know my father's name.

I know my mother's name.

I know where I went to school, and I know where I was born.

-Then say it.

-My name is Lisa Millon.

I was born in Paris in 1964.

-No.

Stop.

You sound as though you're addressing a judge.

[sighs]

Let me see now.

Lower the pitch and make it lighter, the way

I showed you before.

And remember, you're French.

-Ugh, my face hurts.

-Come on, Lisa.

Just get on with it.

-Uh, this is a waste of time.

I can be anyone you want.

I can be anything you want.

Look, my name is Lisa Millon.

I was born in Paris in 1964.

[FRENCH ACCENT] My name is Lisa Millon.

I was born in Paris in 1964.

My name is Lisa Millon.

I was born in Paris in 1964.

My name is Lisa Millon.

I was born in Paris in 1964.

-Much better.

-She's a quick study.

-She has to be.

We don't have much time.

Even MacLeod has a weakness.

I've found the right weapon.

Now it must function perfectly.

Do you understand?

-I think so.

-Richie, I checked the alley.

There were shells, but no bullet holes

and no bullet fragments.

-So what are you saying?

-That the whole thing is a set up.

Fake tattoos and blanks.

-Mac, if they were using blanks, how did Pete get shot?

-Maybe the same way he got the scar.

-Mac, he's been in prison for the last four years.

-So?

-So you saw the police report.

No visible scars or tattoos.

Mac, he got it from a burn.

He's not one of them.

-Maybe.

-Can I help you?

-I can picture me in this.

Can you picture me in this?

-If you have $400,000.

-I left my wallet at home.

-Hmm.

Of course.

-What can I show you, sir?

-Oh, I was looking for an Aston Martin DB6.

-Mm, excellent.

A real vehicle.

Maybe there are two or three in all of Paris.

I have a beautiful green one in the back, $80,000.

-Um, no.

Actually, I was looking for a silver one.

-Do you know if one's been sold recently?

-Why?

-Well, I'd like to talk to someone that owns one.

-Trust me.

There's no finer vehicle.

What can he tell you that I can't?

-If it's worth $80,000.

-Can we stop now?

-No.

-I'm tired.

-I don't care.

Who was Andy Warhol?

-I don't know.

-Yes, you do.

We've been through this a dozen times.

Who was Kandinsky?

-He was an artist.

-That's brilliant.

Compare his work to Jackson Pollock.

-Look we've talked about Manet.

We've talked about Monet.

We've talked about Picasso.

How much more of this stuff do I need to know?

Because I am ready now.

-You are ready when I tell you.

-I need to sleep.

-You'll sleep when you're dead.

MAC [OFFSCREEN]: Stay in the car.

-OK.

Everybody who's an Immortal, raise their hand.

Looks like it's just the two of us.

-Richie, we don't know what we're going to find when we

get in there.

-Right.

And if somebody is waiting for us, you're probably better off

with me than without me.

-Come on.

-MacLeod's found the car.

OK, it's show time.

-Looks like it's just the four of us.

-Not bad.

-Pete.

Pete.

[groaning]

-Hey, it's OK.

-What happened?

-They-- they got me just after you left.

They were asking me about you and about the barge and

everything.

I didn't know anything, but they didn't care.

They just kept smacking me around.

-Gotcha.

Gotcha.

It's OK.

Pete, you're safe.

-I didn't know anything.

-They asked you about the barge?

-Yeah.

They asked me why I was there and what I saw, the

layout of the place.

It was like they were going to attack it or something.

You know?

-God, I wish I had been paying attention because I couldn't

remember anything about what was going on there.

They were going to kill me, man.

I'm sure of it.

-Well?

You believe him now?

Or is he going to have to take a bullet in the head

to prove it to you?

-We'll need time to regroup, Richie.

We'll be safe tonight.

-And then what?

-Then they'll be coming for us.

We'll pack tonight and be gone by noon tomorrow.

-We're going to run?

-You have a better plan?

-What can I do?

-You stay out of it.

It's not you.

Richie will take you to a good hotel and put you under an

assumed name.

-All right.

Wait.

I can't afford that.

-It's on me, first class.

It's the least I can do.

-Do you know what true greatness is, Lisa?

Someone who is truly great celebrates in silence.

He doesn't hold up his trophy to the world.

Do you understand that?

-Who cares?

All I want is to get rid of these damn bandages.

-True greatness is completing a task that others have found

impossible.

-Whatever you say.

-I don't expect you to understand.

I just expect you to listen.

I am going to do something that many have tried, none

have ever achieved, and that only a handful will ever even

know about.

I'm going to destroy Duncan MacLeod.

And every day for the rest of my life, I'm going to remember

and relish it.

-Whatever gets you off.

-In a way, it's sad.

Because whatever else I do, I shall never equal this.

-Did you get him checked in?

-Yeah, he's all set.

Why aren't you packing?

-Because we're not going anywhere.

But we do have to get ready.

-What for?

-If I'm right, they'll be coming for us first thing in

the morning.

-But you said we were leaving.

-That was for Pete's benefit.

-You still think he's one of them.

-Right now, he's telling them our plans

about leaving tomorrow.

They won't want to lose their shot at us.

-Mac, you saw what they did to him.

-The bruises were fresh.

There was no congealed blood.

It looked like it just happened.

-Mac, they almost killed him.

-But they didn't.

They don't leave their mistakes behind.

They take them with them.

He was left for a reason.

-No, you don't know that.

-I do!

I know exactly that.

-Mac, he's just a regular guy.

-He's one of them, OK?

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

He's one of them.

Now, do you want to stay alive or not?

-Well, I blew it.

I got the kid on my side, but MacLeod doesn't trust me.

-Well, he wasn't intended to.

Divide and conquer.

We're going to get MacLeod.

-How are you going to do that?

-Oh, I'm not.

You are.

It's time for you to be a hero again.

-That's it.

I'm out of here.

We've been here since dawn.

I'm going back for another coat.

-No, you're not.

-No?

What do you mean no?

-They're going to be here soon.

Besides, the cold will keep you sharp.

-Mac, I am freezing.

-No Immortal ever died of a chill.

-Mac, it's Pete.

He's alone.

What's he doing?

-He's the point man.

The others will be along soon.

-Oh, give me a break.

-Just wait.

-Mac, there's nobody else there.

I mean, if they are coming, we should at least tell him to

get the hell out.

-Don't say anything.

-Mac, he's right out in the open.

-They're not going to hurt him, Richie.

He's one of them.

-Mac, if you're wrong--

-I'm not wrong.

-He doesn't stand a chance.

-I'm not wrong!

-Pete.

He's dead.

You just couldn't be wrong, could you?

-Peter's mother is burying him in Paris today.

Poor woman couldn't afford to fly him home.

-The minor actors have played their roles, Lisa.

Now it's up to the star.

-I can see the light.

-It'll seem bright at first.

Your eyes are tender.

-It hurts.

-You'll adjust.

LISA [OFFSCREEN]: Well?

What do you think?

-It's perfect.

It's just perfect.

You've done a great job, doctor.

She's exactly like Tessa.

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