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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 playing]

-Give me another.

-I think you've had enough.

-I don't think so.

-You looking for me, kid?

-Not tonight.

-Hey, Richie.

-What's up?

Joban around?

-Nah, he left about an hour ago.

-Right here, right now.

-Look, mister.

I'm just looking for a friend.

And besides, we're in public.

-You're lucky there's people around.

You'd be begging my ass for mercy.

-Some other time.

-Uh, call him a cab, OK, Mike?

-You got it, Richie.

-See you, man.

-On your left.

On your left!

Look out!

Look out!

[groaning]

-I'm sorry.

You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-Watch your back.

-Oh, Dr. Lindsey.

-Oh, hi.

Yeah, it's, uh-- it's Anne.

I'm off duty.

-Duncan.

So

am I. -Yeah.

I remember.

You know what?

This is, uh-- this is a bike path.

-Yeah, I'm sorry.

Funny how we keep running into each other.

-Maybe you should get collision insurance.

-What, are you going to sue me?

-Well, I'm thinking about it.

-How bout we settle out of court?

-Depends on what you had in mind.

-Dinner?

-Sounds good.

-Tomorrow night?

-Great.

Pick me up at the hospital?

-Sure.

-OK, see you later.

-Bye.

-[SINGING] But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,

or when the valley's soft and white with snow.

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow, oh, Danny boy.

Oh, Danny boy.

I love you so.

Oh, Danny boy.

The pipes, the pipes are calling from glen to glen, and

down the mountainside.

The summer's gone and all the leaves are falling.

It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.

[horn honking]

-Hey, what's up?

-It's a mess in here.

Four critical, six serious, 17 minor, and one already gone.

-I would've been here sooner, but I can't find my pager.

Hey.

-I thought you might need this.

-Thank you.

-I'll see you inside.

-All right.

Listen, I'd love to stay and talk to you, but I can't.

There's a bus accident.

It's going to be a very long day, so--

-I'll see you tomorrow.

-OK.

-Good luck.

-Thanks.

VOICE ON INTERCOM: Dr. Porter, call emergency.

Dr. Porter, please call emergency.

-OK, you've got some internal bleeding, multiple contusions

and abrasions.

Probable fractures, but, uh, let's get her into O.R., stop

that bleeding.

And then do the matter.

Here, who's this brave little girl?

-Robin.

-Robin, hi.

Listen, I'm going to touch you very gently, and you tell me

what hurts so I can fix it, OK?

-Ow.

-Your ribs?

-Uh-huh.

-Yeah.

How about your toes?

Ooh.

You know what?

You are going to be just fine.

And teddy's going to keep you company, OK?

Make sure we get some x-rays on her.

VOICE ON INTERCOM: Dr. Wilder, please call ICU.

-I need an IV down here right away.

Great.

-We're ready in three.

-Get someone for him.

-Doctor, I need your help.

-I'm sorry, I must be on my way.

-Excuse me, hello?

Uh--

-Parking lot's full, man.

I'll let them know you're here.

[ekg machine beeping]

-He's gone.

-Put him on a respirator?

MALE VOICE IN BACKGROUND: Heartbeat's irregular.

-No, it's too late.

We should be prepping for that bleeding now.

-I hate this part.

VOICE ON INTERCOM: Cardiac team C, code blue.

Emergency station now, please.

-Duncan.

-Brian?

-I heard you were still around.

Give us a hug.

-How are you?

-Well, great.

Never better.

Fantastico.

-You look like hell.

-It's funny, slamming into a bus'll do that to you.

-You were in the crash.

-That jerk was on the wrong side of the road.

You know these mountain roads.

Cheat on the corners, blammo.

Scrap metal.

-I heard a lot of people were hurt.

-I heard that too.

I--

I better get out of here before they

start counting bodies.

-You sure you're all right?

-Yeah, just a bit shaky after the wreck, I guess.

-You're going to attract a lot of attention

dressed like that.

-Don't I always.

-I spy with my little eye something beginning with "a."

-"A." These Alps.

-No.

-They're getting on my nerves, Duncan.

How long till we get to France?

-Another day.

Just sit back and enjoy the scenery.

-Scenery.

Trees.

Trees.

Trees.

What the hell do the Swiss do for excitement?

-They build cuckoo clocks.

-Aye, they would.

But I got something better.

-Where did you get that one from?

-Any port in the storm, Duncan.

At least it's cognac.

-Barely.

-Cullen?

Brian Cullen?

-The mountains aren't so boring after all.

-He's not immortal.

Do you know him?

-I don't have to.

-Which of you is Brian Cullen?

-We're traveling, lad.

We're not looking for a fight.

Which of you is Cullen?

-Him.

-Why don't you go home, son?

Say you never found me.

-My name is Alan Kelly.

And that is the last time that you will turn your back on me.

-Tell him to go away, MacLeod.

-He's given you fair warning, lad.

I'd take it if I were you.

-The only thing that I will take from you,

Cullen, is your life.

-Think about this, son.

-I already have.

And I think you're a coward.

-Well, if that's the way it has to be, then.

Do give me a moment.

-Aye.

-He's in no hurry to fight me.

-He's in no hurry to kill you, you young fool.

He's the best swordsman in all of Europe.

-Not for long, he's not.

-Why don't they stop coming?

-Because you're the best.

I'll wait for you.

-That won't be necessary.

I'll catch up on the young dandy's horse.

Make sure it's filled with something better.

Bye, Brian.

-Thanks for the offer, Duncan.

Pretty much lost everything in the wreck.

-We'll find something, then, to fit you.

Staying long?

-Not long.

I'm looking for a guy.

Yeah, that kind of guy.

And when I find him, I'm going to have him.

-Thought you weren't fighting much these days.

-Still the best.

-You always were.

-It's OK.

Take it easy.

Richie.

-I'm glad you're back, man.

Some lunatic came after me with a car this morning.

-Son of a bitch.

-I take it you guys know each other.

-Let's go, boy.

-Any time you're ready.

-Brian, this is my home.

Richie's my friend.

-Nobody makes a fool out of me.

-Oh, you didn't need my help, jackass.

You were doing just fine on your own.

-What on Earth is this all about?

-This son of a bitch tried to sucker punch me in a bar.

-Sucker punched you?

I never touched him, Mac.

He was drunker than hell.

He just fell on his ass.

-Let's do it.

-All right, let's go.

-No, wait.

Cullen, he's my friend.

-Oh, careful.

[giggling]

-I remember when it was safe to walk in the streets.

Where are all these people coming from?

-Gold has always had a way of attracting a crowd.

-I think some of them are surprised they actually have

to dig for it.

They think the whole city is made of gold.

-In a way, it is.

There are 30 new homes being built every day--

music halls, gambling parlors, and who knows, maybe even one

day, a bridge across the bay.

-The gold will run out.

But the city will still be here.

-Why think about when the gold runs out?

We'll all be dead and gone by then.

-Maybe.

Let's not think about that now.

Uh--

I have to leave, Katherine.

I have to leave.

-You're not coming home.

-I forgot I have an appointment.

-But we had such a perfect afternoon.

-Can you look after that for me?

I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise.

-Mack Johnson, it's you.

How are you?

Not looking too good.

-I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

-Is that a fact?

-Brian.

Duncan, give us a hug.

What are you doing back there?

-Oh, didn't know it was you.

-And what are you doing in San Francisco?

-I was on my way to get a little drinky.

Care to join me?

-I have a lady waiting.

-Ah, isn't there always?

-Ah, but there's time for a wee--

-That's not even a nip.

Come on, have a drink with an old friend, catch up.

-You-- you all right?

-Never better.

What could possibly be wrong?

Come on, let's go find a crowd.

-Do you know who it is?

-No.

And I'm in no mood to find out.

Let's go get that drink.

-Brian--

-Let the bastard live another day.

-I'm Zoltan Laszlo.

Which one of you is Brian Cullen?

-Him.

-Come on, Cullen.

It's time.

-Gentleman--

Brian?

Are you a coward too?

-I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

And I fight when I'm challenged.

-I came for Cullen.

When you find him, tell him I'm still here.

-You're only alive because you're MacLeod's friend.

You want to keep your head, stay out of my way.

-Don't do me any favors, OK?

-Richie, If you don't have to, don't.

-You wouldn't last 10 seconds, kid.

Thanks, Duncan.

Uh--

think I'll get a hotel.

-This guy's a friend of yours?

-Yeah.

-Mac, he tried to run me over with a car.

And then he was going to take my head.

-Be careful of him, Richie.

He holds a grudge and he's good.

-He's an idiot.

How good?

-He used to be the best.

-So give me some advice.

-Practice.

And try and stay out of his way.

VOICE ON INTERCOM: Dr. Porter, please call ICU.

[phone ringing]

-Rough night?

-Yeah.

-Buy you breakfast?

-Oh, thanks, but, um--

I can barely see straight.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

I think I'm just going to go home and go straight to bed.

-And dream about this?

-Oh, I'm a little too old for nightmares.

How about you?

-No.

Maybe you're not either.

-So how come you know so much?

-Tell you over breakfast.

-Yeah.

I'll go wash up.

You're right, I'd much rather dream about

something like this.

-Helps you through those rough nights.

-Mm-hm.

Actually, sometimes I think the best way to get through it

is to just keep right on going.

-Make a decision and move on?

-That's right.

Then in the morning, you can stop and wonder what it is you

could have done differently.

-Stop wondering.

-That's easy to say.

It's not so easy to do.

Especially when you lose them.

-Sometimes you have to let them go.

-They're all so fragile.

One nut with a gun, one drug addict behind the wheel, and

they're just gone.

That bus accident yesterday, you know they found

amphetamines all over that son of a bitch's car.

Well, people do crazy things on drugs and

other people get killed.

-I'm looking for a friend, Brian Cullen.

Wait, please.

-Brian.

-Duncan, my friend.

Sleep the sleep of angels, MacLeod.

-No, thanks.

I want to know what happened back there with Zoltan Laszlo.

-He was my gift to you.

I knew you could handle him.

Did you?

-No, he's still out there.

What's happening, Brian?

I've never seen you run from a fight before.

-Is that what you thought I was doing?

-That's what you did.

Why?

-It's pretty obvious.

I was scared to death.

Never thought it would happen, did you?

You and me both.

This helps me to forget what I am.

And what's waiting out there.

-Everyone's afraid sometimes.

-I never was.

Don't ever be the best, MacLeod.

Everyone wants a shot at the best.

God help you if you lose your nerve.

And they keep coming.

-This isn't the answer.

Let me help you.

-Go away.

You've interrupted my dreams.

-So what's up?

-Excellent.

-I told you.

See, I--

I deal only quality merchandise.

This is already cut.

It's, uh, $1,500.

-Whatever.

Here.

-All right.

[groaning in pain]

-You want to lighten up on that.

-I'm having a bad day.

-Yeah.

Well, uh, listen, you know--

you're, uh--

you're becoming one of my best clients, and I'd hate to see

you wind up, you know--

dead.

-Don't worry about it.

I have a high threshold.

-Yeah.

Right.

-Don't move.

Hands in the air, both of you.

Assume the position.

-Stay put.

[shouts in pain]

-Stay where you are, or I'll take you down.

[shouts in pain]

-Excellent quality.

-Mac.

-What's up?

-Your boy Cullen's upstairs.

I had to get him out of the dojo.

He's higher than a kite.

-I'll take care of it.

-This guy, Mac.

He doesn't seem like your type.

-He needs help.

-Well, you'd think that after living all these years, he

might know better.

-Yeah.

What the hell are you doing, Brian?

-Nothing.

You want to join me?

Guess not.

-I'll help you, but you're going to have to stop putting

that stuff up your nose.

What makes you think I need your help?

-You're here.

-Just needed a place to hang.

You got a problem with that?

What?

-I'm trying to remember who you used to be.

There wasn't a better swordsman in all of Europe, or

a better friend.

-Don't pity me, MacLeod.

One day, it'll be you.

Can't keep your nerve forever.

Always looking over your shoulder for

a guy with a sword.

It's easier just to let go.

-Immortality isn't one long fencing match.

What about all the times we've had, all the

things we've seen?

-I forgot.

We're the lucky ones.

I'd trade it all, in a minute--

for a normal life.

-We don't get to choose.

Is it worth less because it's longer?

-Longer.

We could lose our heads tomorrow.

There can be only one.

What kind of immortality is that?

-Nobody knows how long we have--

a week, a year, a century.

We either live it or we throw it away.

-Don't lecture me.

It's my life.

-That's right it is.

But when you slam your car into a bus, you don't die.

Other people do.

-That's mine.

-Not anymore.

You don't think I don't know what you're doing.

-I'm trying to save your life.

-Right.

You figure without the drugs, you can take me.

Well, try it.

I'm still the toughest son of a bitch on the block.

-You're wrong.

-Right here, right now.

-Go away, Cullen.

-Who's afraid now?

There's plenty more.

Keep it, MacLeod.

You're going to need it.

[phone ringing]

-Hello.

-Hi.

Am I interrupting anything?

-No, I was, uh--

just saying goodbye to an old friend.

-Oh.

So, um, are we having dinner tonight?

-Yeah.

-Oh, wow.

Look at you.

All dressed up, no place to go.

-Not exactly.

-So you got a date.

-None of your business.

-That's a yes.

Who is she?

Do I know her?

Where are you going to take her?

-Was it the "none" part or the "your business" part you

didn't understand?

-All right, all right.

I can take a hint.

-So I noticed.

-So, like, uh, you want me to wait up for you?

I tell you what, I'm just going to let you be, because,

like, I got a ton of things to do here.

I mean, I gotta mop the floors and ceilings and-- you know,

but you have a good time, OK, Mac?

I'll--

I'll see you later.

-Do you do this often?

-To, um, out of court settlements.

-To first impressions.

-You don't like champagne?

-I love champagne.

I'm on call.

-Pity.

-Oh.

-Do you dance?

-Like a giraffe on roller skates.

-I doubt that.

-Oh, it's true.

In high school, when all the other girls were buying prom

dresses, I was dissecting frogs for extra credit.

-Well, I'm sure that little girl in the emergency room was

glad that you did.

-You were watching me?

-For how long?

-Long enough to know that you have a real gift.

-You still want to dance?

-It's all right, I won't bite.

[pager beeping]

-I knew this was too good to be true.

-You have to leave.

-No.

I don't.

Yes.

I do.

-You know, it's not always like this.

OK, I lied.

It is always like this.

-It's OK, really.

Goodbye.

Richie?

[shouting]

[sounds of struggle]

-You don't have to prove anything to me.

-Come on.

[grunting]

-Do it.

Do it.

-Next time, I'm not going to walk away.

-Mac?

-What are you doing here so late?

-Well, you asked me to manage the place.

I'm managing.

Oh, boy.

Must've been a hell of a date.

What happened to you?

-Cullen.

-Oh, man.

You mean the lady saw the light show, huh?

-There wasn't a light show.

-You left him alive?

-He's got problems, Richie.

He's going to pull himself through.

-Mac, think again.

He was going to kill your ass.

-It's not him.

It's the drugs.

-Come here.

Come.

-Easy, Pekwan.

Just take me to him.

-Right away.

He's right here.

-You stinking bastard, get back!

Who's next?

Touch me again, I'll cut your hearts out.

-Brian.

-MacLeod.

What are you trying to do?

-Watch your back.

Sons of bitches tried to get me.

-No one's trying to get you, Brian.

Let him go.

-No.

He tried to take my head.

He was bringing you opium like you asked him.

-They're everywhere.

Just because you can't feel them doesn't mean they won't

come for you.

-Take a good look at him.

Go on.

He's scared to death.

No one's going to hurt you.

Put the sword down.

-Help me.

Please.

-Let's take you home.

-Mac, he's just--

he's not that guy anymore.

I know he was your friend, and I'm sure he was the best.

But now he's just a stone-cold junkie.

How could he do that to himself?

-Fear.

It'll take your soul, your heart.

-That's comforting.

You ever cross that line?

-There are critical moments in everybody's life, Richie--

when it can go one way or another.

I think who you are can depend on who you meet.

I mean, who would I be if Conan MacLeod

had never found me?

Or if I'd never met Fitzcairn or Tessa.

Or you.

Well, I know who I'd be if I hadn't met you.

I'd be dead.

You think you can be that guy for Cullen too?

-Don't know.

Maybe it's too late.

[GASPING]-You're awfully scary guy.

-Sorry.

-You need more stuff, right?

-Right.

-I have crystal meth.

I've been saving it just for you.

-Mm-hm.

-There's no more.

That's it.

[groaning in pain]

-I need more.

-Yeah.

OK.

All right, you need more.

Take it.

All right.

Take it, take it, take it.

Yeah.

-Thanks, Harry.

-Thank you.

-Now, get the hell out of here.

-Right.

[gasping and groaning]

[dialling]

[phone rings]

-Hello.

Brian?

[crying]

-I need help, Duncan.

I'm trying to kick, but I can't get through.

-Come to my place.

BRIAN [ON PHONE]: I can't drive.

-All right, where are you?

Brian?

-[SHOUTING] Brian.

Brian.

[ACCELERATING, TIRES SCREECHING]

[music playing]

-Run, Duncan.

Run your kilt off.

Come on, boy.

Hang on, Duncan, that's it.

[glass shatters]

[gasps]

[groaning in pain]

[grunts]

[groans in pain]

[groans in pain]

[groans in pain]

-Still the best.

Still the best on the cut.

[groans in pain]

[grunts]

-Bye, Brian.

[groaning]

[MAN TALKING ON PHONE IN THE BACKGROUND]

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Have you been here long?

-Nah.

-I'm sorry.

I didn't get off when I thought I would.

-Yeah, I couldn't get off when I thought I could either.

-Rough night?

Nightmares?

Let me buy you breakfast.

Come on.

[music playing]