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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

hole 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"]

NARRATOR: Previously on Highlander.

-That is Brother Kalas.

I'm afraid warmth is not his greatest quality.

How could you do these things?

This was holy ground, a sanctuary for all.

You used it to kill your own kind.

You used it against me.

-You do not know what you have done.

But you will.

[singing]

-Your lover, MacLeod, took everything away from me.

-She's not part of this.

-She's yours.

[singing]

-Why?

-For this.

-We'll meet again.

-Welcome to Paris, MacLeod.

-Oh no.

-Tell me about the call.

-It was just a voice.

Raspy, like gravel.

-He's here.

-Fitzcairn.

-This is my fight, Laddies.

-Immortals.

We know what you are.

We've been observing you for centuries.

-Tell me everything.

-Salzer, he's been working on the Methos chronicle.

-Methos doesn't exist.

The oldest Immortal?

He's a legend.

-Is Kalas found him and took his head?

He'd be even stronger.

Methos?

-I'm looking for a particular old, powerful Immortal.

Methos.

Speak!

-I'm sorry, Christine, but Don is dead, and nothing you do

will bring him back.

-He have you and your damn Watchers more time

than he gave me.

-Immortals are part of history. they

are part of the truth.

-You want the truth?

I'm going to tell the truth.

I'm meeting the editor of "The Tribune." Tomorrow, the world

is going to know about Immortals.

You're finished.

All of you.

-I really love coming here.

Do you remember when Gustave Eiffel built this thing?

-Yeah, World's Fair, 1889.

Half of Paris thought it would destroy the city forever.

There were fistfights all along the shores

of the Champs Elysees.

-Now you can't imagine Paris without it.

I think I could come here forever.

-If they let us.

You know, when Kalas had you, I thought I'd lost you.

I felt--

-Yes?

-I don't like the feeling.

-It's 3:00 PM.

Amanda and MacLeod are playing tourist at the Eiffel Tower.

Looks like a slow day.

-There's something else on your mind.

-Yeah, the future, if there is one.

You know, we've lived through witch hunts before.

We're still around.

-Yeah, but this time it'll be different.

Intelligence services, technology.

They'll find this, and we'll scare the hell out of them.

-What people are afraid of, they'll destroy.

Or use.

-I'm not ready for this.

-Neither am I. No one is.

-Christine, I don't want you to take this the wrong way,

but these stories, I know Don's death was a terrible

blow to you.

-They're not stories, Jeremy, and I'm not crazy.

-I didn't say that.

But people running around, chopping each

other's heads off?

Living forever?

What am I supposed to think?

-What I'm asking is that you look.

-All right, Christine.

Let's see this proof of yours.

-I know you're humoring me.

Look.

Graydon Hammer, the billionaire, 1994.

-Now Christine, we all know Graydon Hammer.

If that's all the proof that--

-See the scar under his eye?

Now.

Harold Grimes, 1953.

Check the scar.

-We'll it's the same scar, just a coincidence.

-Heinrich Greich, the Reichstaag, 1938.

-That scar.

Damn, they look alike.

-Benjamin Tyson, publisher, 1916.

Colonel Henry Gattle.

1863.

Before the Battle at Gettysburg.

Picture's fuzzy, but you can still see the scar.

-Herbert Gris.

Paris, 1818.

My god.

I did a story about this guy when I was at Harvard.

He got lost at sea.

-He wasn't lost, and he didn't die.

He's Graydon Hammer.

-These Immortals.

How many of them are there?

-More.

A lot more.

-My god.

-It's a disaster!

Wait a minute.

Salzer's wife gets our records and goes to the papers?

How the hell could you let this happen?

-Jacques.

No one let it happen, OK?

-That database that you and Salzer made wasn't sanctioned.

-It was something new.

It would've been useful.

-Why?

Because some piss ant grad student thinks so and screws

up a Watcher system that has worked for thousands of years?

Security is the reason we stay separate.

So that one idiot won't compromise us all!

-Look.

You cannot blame this whole thing on Adam.

-No.

I can blame you.

Europe's my territory.

If you didn't have the stomach to kill her, you

should have told me.

-I tried to shoot her.

-Evidently not hard enough.

-I don't think this is helping anything.

-You weren't there, pal.

-No.

If I was, she'd be dead.

Next time, I'll know to send a man.

-You son of a bitch.

-Everyone feel better now?

Can we try something useful?

You OK?

-Yeah.

-He's got quite a temper on him.

-A wicked right cross, too.

-Is it OK if I drop you at the hotel?

-Sure.

Where are you gonna go?

-Tribune.

I'm going to see Clancy.

-The editor?

You can't stop this now.

-No, spin control.

I can answer a few questions, maybe reduce the hysteria.

-Straight into the lion's den, huh?

What makes you think you're gonna come out alive?

-I've got a lot to offer.

5,000 years of history, Joe.

I was there.

-History's been written.

And people have been known to kill the messenger that

waltzes in with a new version of the truth.

-Why would I tell the truth?

-MacLeod, haven't you ever wanted to do something really,

really crazy?

I mean, what's the worst thing that can happen?

-Amanda, be careful.

We don't fly.

-Have you ever tried?

Relax.

Whatever happens, I'll survive.

-In front of everyone.

-Look, after tomorrow, everyone's

going to know, anyway.

Come on, for once in your life, just lighten up and let

go, and break the damn rules.

-The whole world is about to crash down around their ears,

and you want to play games.

-Yes, why not?

What better time?

Come on.

-Ah, w the hell.

Nice view.

-Come on, MacLeod.

Let's do it.

Let's jump.

No.

Uh--

let's dance!

How'd you do it?

How'd you get me up here?

-Because you love it.

-Is the food to your liking?

-Never tasted better.

-Rare spices only available here.

-I could use a taste of this at home.

-Not now.

I could use a man on my staff who

understands western armies.

And, uh, my court offers many diversions.

Aye, your highness does me a great honor,

but I cannot stay.

-Perhaps I might entice you to change your mind?

-Perhaps.

-MacLeod, get me out of here.

-Not a chance.

You're on your own.

Want a grape?

-I see you look on them with favor.

-Oh, aye, of course.

But that one, the pale one.

She doesn't seem to know what she's doing.

-Mm, the tall foreign one?

-Aye.

-Mm.

She's new to the dance.

But, uh, she has other skills of compensation.

-Really?

-Perhaps one of them would interest you?

-Perhaps.

The clumsy one.

With the special skills.

-A thousand apologies, honored guest, but, uh, I'm afraid

you'll have to pick another.

-Oh, truly, her dancing wasn't that bad.

-She's a thief.

And she will be punished.

-Move.

Move!

-The one at the back on the left is from Persia.

Now, if you want truly special skills.

-Two big men like you to guard one small,

helpless woman like me?

Do you think I'm going to break these chains

and tear you apart?

What are you?

Eunichs?

-Listen!

Be silent.

-Or what?

You'll add another lifetime to my sentence?

-You won't stay here long.

Your punishment will fit your crimes.

Your thieving hands will be removed.

-Please, it was a mistake.

Tell the sultan I'm sorry, and that I'll give

him back his jewels.

-The sultan never changes his mind.

-It's about time.

-What are you doing?

Wait!

Wait!

[shouts]

Come on.

That worked.

Why do I do this?

-Because you love it.

What now?

-Oh, let them in.

[shouting]

-Move!

-Not bad.

Come on!

Go!

[shouting]

-I can't tell you how much I love this.

-Oh, would you hold still?

All that fussing over a little arrow.

-Really?

-Oh.

Well, you're not dead, and we're safe.

-With you?

-Aw, look, I appreciate your help.

-And I'd appreciate being 1,000 miles away from you.

-You're angry.

-How perceptive.

-Aw, what if I kiss it and make it better?

-How much better?

[applause]

-My god.

-You know, Amanda, I want you to know, if it all

ends, I mean, uh--

-You love me.

I know.

You always have.

[phone ringing]

-Everything's there.

When they appeared, when they disappeared.

Names, aliases.

Everything.

-And the people who entered these files, the Watchers?

-Don was one of them.

He knew.

-If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

But I did.

-What are you going to do about it?

-It's the story of the century.

More than that, it's the beginning of the apocalypse.

When this gets out, all hell's gonna break loose.

Get me Charles White, CIA, Langley, Virginia.

Not now, unless it's urgent.

-How's life and death?

-Dawson sent you.

-Hardly, Mrs. Salzer.

Hardly.

-Lovely.

[screaming]

-Brilliant.

You have to admire them.

They have files on half the immortals in Europe here.

-That's what you're after?

A bunch of pictures?

-That's right, Nino.

Pictures of the ones like me, and the ones who watch them.

-Somebody's watching you?

-Was watching me, Nino.

He's dead.

But now I've found the one who sent him.

-You know, I have a great idea.

Why don't we find a tropical island and just hole up for

the next few decades?

-Just you and me, huh?

-Yeah.

If the rest of the world wants to go to hell,

then let's let it.

[buzzing]

-Thought you'd be packed and on a plane to somewhere.

-See?

I tried that already.

Didn't work.

-What's up?

-Clancy, the editor of the Tribune, is dead.

So's Christine Salzer.

-How?

-I didn't do it.

Someone got there ahead of me.

-The disk?

-Gone.

The computer was wiped clean.

-You don't think it was Joe?

-No, he had his chance.

It wasn't him.

-Then who was it?

-My guess is one of the Watchers.

A local named Vemas.

-Has anybody be spoken to him?

-Not yet, but it wouldn't surprise me if he denied it.

-Well, a double murder isn't something most

people would admit to.

I'm glad it's over.

-Maybe it's not.

There's still someone out there.

Kalas.

-How would he know about this?

I mean, I know he's dangerous, but aren't you

being a little paranoid?

-Maybe.

Tell me more about this Vemas.

-Last saw him about two years ago in New York.

Yes.

Yes.

I know you!

-And I know you.

-You murdered my friends.

-Oh, let's not get stuck on petty details.

You have my files.

You know all about me.

-I'm not afraid to die.

-There are worse things than dying.

Let's talk about me.

MacLeod.

Seem you're always a day late and a dollar short.

-You have the files.

You killed Clancy and Christine Salzer.

-All in a good cause.

I did us all a favor.

And this is the way you show your gratitude?

-You're enjoying this.

-It's not about enjoyment.

It's about power.

In the game, out of the game.

Human, immortal, they're all the same to you, aren't they?

You have no code, no rules.

-There are no rules.

-Oh, there's one.

Let's find out, just you and me.

-Oh, you think so?

[screaming]

-Come on, you git.

-It's broken!

-Poor Nino.

Does it hurt?

Not anymore.

Now there's just you and me.

-But there can be only one.

-One thing!

If I die, everything goes public.

Salzer's file is on my computer.

If I'm not there to stop it, it automatically goes out to

every news agency in the world.

Marvelous thing, technology.

-You're lying.

-I think you know me better than that.

Kill me, and you blow everyone's cover.

Everyone.

Or you can lose your head and save us all.

It's for you to choose.

What a dilemma, MacLeod.

I'll let you think about it.

See just what kind of a hero you really are.

-You should have killed him.

I, I can't believe you had him, and you let him go.

That's crazy.

-It's not as simple as all that, Amanda.

-I'll tell you what simple is.

Dead is simple.

-If I kill him, all the information on

the disk goes public.

-Yeah, but what are you gonna do?

You just gonna stand there and let him take you?

Wait a minute, what are you thinking?

What, are you gonna--

No, you wouldn't do this, would you?

-Got any good ideas?

-Yeah.

One.

Kill the bastard.

[buzzing]

-Did I miss something?

-Let him tell you.

-Let's take a walk.

-Clever.

We don't know where he is, and even if we did, he'd feel us

coming and upload the files.

Can't see that he's left any doors open.

-Just one.

-I was in Rome once, 93 AD.

The Colosseum.

I saw Christians facing the lions.

Some of them looked almost happy to die for their faith.

-Your point, or are we just strolling down memory lane

here?

-That afterwards, the only ones looking

happy were the lions.

-This isn't about faith.

-No, it's about sacrifice.

It's a hell of a thing to be a martyr, MacLeod.

And that's what Kalas wants.

He's pushing all your buttons.

-Well, I'm open to suggestions.

Enlighten me.

-Maybe Amanda's right.

You fight your best fight.

-What, every man for himself, and to hell with the rest?

-So what if the world finds out?

Life is about change.

Civilizations rise and fall.

-This isn't about civilizations.

This is about people.

Amanda, Dawson?

Richie?

Our world is not an ant farm.

-The passion of youth.

-Boys will be boys.

-And every cloud has a silver lining.

-What do you mean?

-If you die, Amanda will be free to date.

-That's a comfort.

[phone ringing]

-Yes?

-Delightful to hear your voice again, my sweet.

-Sorry I can't saw the same.

-Put MacLeod on.

-He's not here right now, but I can take a message.

-Listen carefully.

Not very sporting.

You should have learned your lesson.

-And you should have been more careful shaving.

But I can finish the job.

-Where to now, my sweet?

-Come on, Kalas.

You afraid of heights?

-Au revoir, my sweet.

Or should I say goodbye?

-Some other time.

Well, at least I tried to do something.

-Nobody asked you to.

Do you have any idea what happens if that disk goes

public?

-Yes.

You stay alive.

-Amanda, I know you don't want to listen to anybody, but

you're going to listen to me.

Look at me!

Stay out of this.

Please.

-Is that the way you want it?

-Yes, I do.

-Fine, I'm out of it.

-I don't want to hear you don't know where he is.

You find him!

-Hey, Joe, relax.

There are 10 million people in Paris.

[phone ringing]

-I guess you guys can't be everywhere.

-Yeah, well, they have to be.

That's right.

It's Duncan MacLeod.

Anybody have a problem with this?

Go on!

Go on!

We can't kill what we can't find.

-So much for watching.

-He hunts us, we hunt him.

-No more rules.

-Come on, let's go outside.

We didn't start this, Mac.

He did.

Now, if you find him before we do, can you beat him?

-Maybe.

-If you fight to win.

-You'd better find that disk.

[phone ringing]

-Yes?

-Dawson.

Dawson, I found it.

I found Kalas.

-Martin.

Where's Amanda, and where the hell are you?

-I'm inside right now.

The disk is in the computer.

-Where are you?

-In Kalas' place, on the Rue du Mars.

As soon as he leaves, I'll get the disk.

-It's Martin.

He's found Kalas' hideout.

-Tell him to get out of there now.

-Martin.

[groaning]

-Martin!

Martin?

Martin!?

Answer me, damn you!

Martin?

Martin?

-It's not that easy, Dawson.

-You son of a bitch.

-Oh, is that any way to talk in front of the dead?

I want MacLeod.

-He's not here.

-Then find him.

That's what you Watchers do, isn't it?

And tell him he meets me tonight.

Otherwise, we're all on CNN.

-Well?

-Kalas found Martin.

-Any news?

-Well, we know that Martin was on the Rue du Mars, near the

Eiffel Tower.

That only leaves about a thousand places that Kalas

could be.

-Any chance of finding him before the deadline?

-Zip.

-That's it, then.

-I'm sorry, Mac.

It's Kalas' play.

-Whatever happens, he wins.

[phone ringing]

-That'll be the phone.

[buzzing]

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Look, uh, about what happened, I really--

I'm sorry.

-So am I. Forget it.

-No, uh, about everything.

All these years I've been a real pain in the ass, and,

uh--

-You could say that.

More than once.

It was worth it.

-MacLeod, I, I know this is a little hokey, but I don't

think Rebecca would mind.

There was a time when a knight never went into battle without

a lady's favor.

So I'd like you to have this.

For luck?

I just want you to know.

Because I really--

-I know.

You always have.

-Always.

Always.

-You're early.

-I'm careful.

Well, MacLeod, nobody here but us.

And I do adore the view.

-It's a good place to die.

-So what's it going to be?

-What do you think?

-I think whatever happens, it's over.

-Hear that, Kalas?

That's a fat lady singing.

-You have me at a disadvantage, MacLeod.

But you remember.

If you do kill me, you're finished too.

-Maybe it's worth it to rid the world of you.

-Stay noble, MacLeod.

It's what you're good at.

Do it.

-The Eiffel Tower.

The world's biggest lightning rod.

-I don't see him.

Where is he?

-Well, that was a big one, wasn't it?

-So, what'll we drink to?

-How about the wonders of modern technology?

-To MacLeod, still in one lovely piece.

-I'll drink to that.

-Fitzcairn and Paul.

-To old friends.

-And new ones.

-Cheers.

-Oh, Mac, I, uh, thought you might be interested in this.

-Better late than never.

[yawn]

-Sorry.

Champagne makes me so sleepy.

-Time to leave.

-Oh no.

Not on my account.

Really.

-I'll have another then.

[groan]

-Tomorrow.

Come on, Buddy.

Let's see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into.

-Goodnight.

-Be good.

-Night, Joe.

Night, Methos.

Um.

Guess it worked.

Yeah.

-You know, um, we've said some things that we've never said

before, and--

-You want me to take them back?

-No.

Not tonight.

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