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DAWSON NARRATING: Last week on Highlander--

-Jim Coltec?

I can't believe it.

Are you in town?

-Mac, if I was in town, I'd be at your place with my feet up,

watching golf.

-Coltec's a hayoka.

His job with protecting his tribe from evil by absolving

it before he got to them.

-You must be Jim Coltec.

I'm Richie Ryan, a friend of Mac's.

-What's wrong with you, man?

-The guy got you out there and he try to whack you.

-It doesn't make sense.

Jim Coltec's a holy man.

What do you know about Dark Quickenings?

-Come on.

You're reaching, MacLeod.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Would somebody mind filling me in

here, please?

-In a Dark Quickening, if you take in too

much evil, you overload.

-Aah!

-You found Coltec, and you did what you had to do, but I know

how much you hated it.

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: You're wrong.

I loved it!

[gunshots]

-Don't you get it?

This is not MacLeod.

Not the one we knew.

-Hey, you want to know where the hell we're going?

-No.

-Listen up.

Smith?

Harris?

-Yeah.

Johnson?

-Right here.

-McBegg.

-Yeah.

-Lorny.

-Where's my gear, Davis?

-Take it, and get the hell off my ship.

-You're forgetting something.

My pay.

-Your pays been docked for the damage and the trouble you've

caused on this trip.

-You owe me.

-You've got no friends here, MacLeod.

Now get the hell off, before someone gets hurt.

-Ah, it's too late for that.

-Ugh!

[grunts]

-Ugh!

[laughing]

-You think this is over, Davis?

I'm not finished with you yet.

DAWSON NARRATING: He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

Born in 1592 in the highlands of Scotland,

and he is still alive.

He is Immortal For 400 years he's been a warrior, a lover,

a wanderer, constantly facing other Immortals in

combat to the death.

The winner takes his enemy's head, and with it his power.

I am a Watcher, part of a secret society of men and

women who observe and record, but never interfere.

We know the truth about Immortals.

In the end, there can be only one.

May it be Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

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

[dialing phone]

[phone ringing]

-Sean Burns.

Hello?

Hello, who is this?

-Sean, it's Duncan.

-Duncan?

For the love of god!

Are you in town?

You've caught me at a lousy time, I'm do in Paris

tomorrow-- another damn conference to attend.

-Sean--

-Hey, a wounded.

Here, this way.

-Come on, out with you.

-There's not much room.

-Easy with him, easy.

It'll be all right, Henry.

You're in good hands.

[coughing]

[moaning]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Doctor, doctor, over here.

Over here.

-Thanks.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Wait!, wait!

Get back!

Back, all of you!

-You filthy German pigs!

I'll kill this one too, so help me God.

And he won't be the first.

-Easy, son.

Put the knife down.

No one wants to hurt you.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Stay back now.

-No.

I'm going to kill him.

-Move away.

Do as he says.

[hearing artillery fire]

[shouting german]

[gunfire]

-Put the knife down.

You don't want to hurt anyone.

-No.

I'm going to kill him.

He killed others--

so many others.

[buzzing]

-I'm glad you're here.

The boy snapped.

-Hello, Antoine.

-Stay back!

-Why should I stay back?

-[IMAGINING FATHER'S VOICE] Antoine, we're late.

You know how angry Mama gets if dinner gets cold.

-Father?

-It's me.

How are you, son?

-But, we're at the front.

-I told you, if you needed me I'll come.

-I remember when you went to war--

-[IMAGINING FATHER'S VOICE] --how brave you looked in your

uniform.

-No one was braver.

We were so proud, Antoine.

But the battle is over.

You can stop fighting now.

-But the guns--

the guns won't stop.

-They can't hurt you.

Remember the time, near the bridge, we were fishing.

Remember the thunder, Antoine?

Remember the rhyme we made up?

Who's afraid of thunder?

-It's just another noise.

-Now, listen, Antoine.

You hear that?

It's stopped.

It's quiet now.

It's time to come home, son.

BURNS [ON PHONE]: Duncan, is everything all right?

-No.

It can wait.

-Like hell.

Where are you?

-I'll come to you tomorrow.

There's something I have to take care of first.

BURNS [ON PHONE]: I'll be here.

-Well, well, Davis.

I told you it was time to pay, didn't I. What

have we've got here?

Uh--

ooh, she's nice.

Is this wifey?

Well, we'll just have to see, won't we?

[sigh]

[hearing mumbling voices]

[chopping]

[phone ringing]

PIERSON [ON PHONE]: He's still in the harbor.

DAWSON [ON PHONE]: Well, stay on his tail and let me know

where he goes.

And stay the hell out of his way.

He's dangerous.

-No problem.

[knocking]

-Uh, Mrs. Davis?

-Yes.

-Um, my name is Duncan MacLeod.

Your husband sent me.

-Is something wrong?

-Uh, no, there was just a little problem on the ship.

He asked me to bring his bag home for him.

And he said he probably won't be home till very late.

-What kind of problem?

-Well, something with one of the men.

-Oh.

-I'm sorry.

-Uh, I picked these up on the way.

I thought you might like them.

-Thank you.

-I know what it's like to be disappointed, so--

-That's very thoughtful.

-Well, uh, I guess I better be going, here.

-No, please, come in.

Come in.

-Oh, I--

I couldn't.

I--

-Yes, come out of the cold.

Come.

Can I get you something?

A drink?

Maybe something to eat.

-Oh, that's not necessary.

-You have come all this way to drop off Robert's things.

Why don't you just stay for dinner?

If Robert were here, I'm sure he'd insist.

-OK.

I'd like that very much.

I haven't had a home-cooked meal in weeks.

Well, could I wash up a little bit first?

-Of course.

It's just to your right, Mr. Duncan.

Uh, Mr. McClean.

-MacLeod.

-Mr. MacLeod.

-Through here?

Well, you can call me Duncan.

-Duncan.

-To the right?

MRS. DAVIS [OFFSCREEN]: Right.

Left.

-Hi.

[laughter]

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Um, hmm.

-I haven't laughed like this in months.

-More wine?

-No.

-Mmm.

-Um, maybe, a little.

-He's away a lot, isn't he?

-Mmm, yes.

-I have to go.

-Mmm.

No, why?

-I can't do this.

-What?

[sigh]

-Your husband's a fool.

There was no trouble on the ship.

He asked me to come here to lie to you.

-Why?

-I saw him go off with somebody else.

-Oh, no.

-I saw them.

I'm sorry.

-Are you sure?

-Dominique, Robert told me to come here tonight to tell you

that you'd be spending the night alone.

-Uh--

-More wine?

-Yes.

-Mmm.

You were pretty good.

Aah!

Hm, I think I'll come back tonight.

Ah, well, eenie, meanie, miney, mo.

Thanks, Davis.

Hee, hee, hee.

Ah, fits like a glove.

Hm.

Have to be one of these, too.

[whistling]

-Go, please.

Go.

I shouldn't have done this.

-Oh, I think we should do this again.

DAVIS [OFFSCREEN]: Dominique!

-Please, the back stairs.

You must leave.

-Not yet.

In here, Robert.

-No, please don't.

Don't!

-Dominique!

-Oh, Robert, you're just in time.

Take a chair and watch.

-No!

-Ha, ha, ha, ha.

-That's my wife.

-I told you it wasn't over.

Ugh!

-Get out!

Get out, or I swear I'll kill you!

-Leaving's no problem.

Aah!

But killing me, is not as easy as it looks.

Hiya!

Hiya!

-Ugh!

-Oh, it's time to play.

-Let him go!

-Well, well, Dominique.

What are we gonna do now?

DAVIS [OFFSCREEN]: Shoot him!

Ugh!

-Please, don't.

Stay back.

[cocking gun]

-Do you know what it's like to kill, Dominique?

To watch the eyes cloud over and see the life leaking away?

Hm?

To feel the skin grow cold.

And at night, the nightmares come, wearing the face of the

one you killed.

Is that what you want?

Ugh, ow!

[moaning]

-Bastard!

[gunshot]

DAVIS [OFFSCREEN]: Don't come back here, or I'll kill you!

-Get in.

DAVIS [OFFSCREEN]: Or I'll kill you, you bastard!

-What do you want, a written invitation?

DAVIS [OFFSCREEN]: Don't come back here!

[gasp]

[sigh]

-Good morning.

Feeling any better?

-Agh!

-What do you think?

-I think maybe you've got what you deserved.

-You and your Watcher friends.

Ha, ha.

Dawson's becoming a real pain in the ass.

-Yes, well, I'll pass that along the line.

-You do that!

-MacLeod, you need help.

-I don't need your help, my son.

-Have you tried looking in a mirror recently?

-Yes, and I like what I saw.

-Duncan, I know what happened.

First Coltec, now you.

This is a Dark Quickening.

This is not who you are.

-No?

Maybe it's who I should be.

What you see is what you get.

-You can fight this.

I can help you, if you'll let me.

-Yeah.

Why would you want to do that?

-Because of who you are.

You're too important to lose!

[sea gulls crying]

-I'm not lost.

MacLeod, this could be your last chance to be saved.

-There's just one problem.

I don't want to be saved.

-You can't do this.

-No?

-This is holy ground.

Whatever evil is inside you, you cannot do this.

[hearing murmurings]

[car radio playing]

-Yes!

Yes!

Oh, yes!

Oh, look at that!

I want this car!

Hey, lover boy, I want this car.

-You wish.

-But I want it.

It's a fine piece of German engineering.

It's my favorite color, red!

And it's got all the modern accessories.

I take.

-Agh!

BOY [OFFSCREEN]: Leave her alone!

-Easy, honey.

I don't want to hurt you.

-No!

-Get off.

-You're--

now, why don't you come with me?

-Leave me alone!

-OK.

Pity.

PIERSON [OFFSCREEN]: MacLeod, what are you doing?

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Ah, yee-haw!

Come on!

Yeah!

Woo-hoo!

-I hope you're insured.

PIERSON [ON PHONE]: Joe, he's worse than I thought.

DAWSON [ON PHONE]: Maybe you should just stay away, because

he will kill you if he can.

PIERSON [ON PHONE]: He doesn't have the look.

-Adam, how are you?

What brings you to [inaudible]?

-I've got to find Duncan MacLeod.

Claude, I know this is irregular.

I'm trying to find out where he might be going.

-What do you care?

You're a researcher working on the Methos Chronicle.

You're not supposed to be in the field.

-Dawson sent me.

It's--

it's a special case with MacLeod.

It's a Dark Quickening.

We can't let him out of our sight.

-He called Sean Burns.

He might go there.

[horn honking]

-Duncan.

How are you?

It's been too long.

I called Paris, canceled all my appointments

until further notice.

Appointments I can always get, good friends are little harder

to come by.

You look like hell.

What is it?

[buzzing]

[hearing murmurings]

-Maybe this isn't a good idea.

-Duncan, if there's a problem, whatever it is, I'm here.

-I know.

It's beautiful here.

You could almost forget the war.

-Except for the poor devils I'm getting.

They're calling it the war to end all wars.

Do believe that?

-I wish I could.

-Too many wars.

Too many broken bodies, shattered minds.

-That boy, Antoine, you got inside his head.

How did you know what he wanted to hear?

-Partly common sense, partly Sigmund Freud.

-Psychoanalysis?

Trying to understand how the mind works?

-And heal it.

-Well, I know the body heals.

But to heal the mind, to heal the damage inside, do you

think that's possible?

-Sigmund Freud does.

Brilliant mind, disgusting cigars.

-Hm.

You're doing good work here, Sean.

-You could stay on.

I could use the help.

-No.

The guns keep firing, the bodies keep falling.

But I'll remember this place--

the peace, something to hold onto.

-It doesn't take a psychoanalyst to see that

something's bothering you.

-Psychotherapy?

Can it work for Immortals?

-Oh, I suppose.

But we're so much more complex than mortals.

Upon our page, so much more is written,

but our core is similar.

We're formed by the same experiences.

-But they don't kill to survive.

-No, they don't.

-And what about Quickenings?

If we had one too many?

-Could the evil overwhelm the good?

I spent years thinking about it.

The truth is, I don't know.

[buzzing]

-I do.

[buzzing]

-I see.

-And when it happens, which one is real--

the Immortal you are, or the one you've become?

-I could fight you, Duncan, but you're better.

I know it, and so do you.

But you're here because you want me to help you.

Now I can't do that without my head.

-That's too bad.

-MacLeod, no!

Don't do it!

-You can't interfere.

-Now, Duncan, it's not too late.

What you were, what you love, it's still waiting for you.

-There's nothing waiting for me.

-Don't do this, MacLeod.

-Those aren't your memories, Duncan.

The hate doesn't belong to you.

The voices aren't yours.

Don't listen to them.

You're lost in there, but I can help you.

I can lead you back.

Your core is still good.

You are still Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

Come.

-Not any more.

-No!

Oh!

Aah!

[sigh]

Hm, maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe I can't save you.

-I've known a lot of us in 5,000 years, MacLeod.

Of them all, you were the best I'd seen.

-I still am!

-No, you're not.

And I think I have to kill you.

-Then I hope you like what see, because you kill

me, you become me.

You become what I am.

-Maybe not.

Maybe there's more room inside me.

-You'll kill, Methos.

You'll do exactly what I did!

You'll kill a friend, a lover, but you will go mad.

Do you know what evil is?

Dark, soulless, evil--

imagine it.

Live it!

-You're deluded.

-What you see is what you get.

[thunder]

-I hope your sword is ready for me.

-Well we'll see.

-Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Go ahead, take me head.

Kill me.

Go on.

Hiya!

Fool!

[thunder]

-[sigh]

I'm too old for this.

[sigh]

[thunder]

-Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

[ANGRILY] Nothing!

Nothing!

Nothing!

Nothing!

Nothing!

Nothing!

Nothing!

Nothing!

Nothing.

Nothing.

-Are you all right?

-Duncan, are you sure you're all right?

-They're all so young.

-Well, they always are.

-But look at them!

-Duncan, you didn't take away that man's eyes, or his legs.

You're spending the war trying to save them.

-Aw, I'm doing a great job, aren't I?

-Is that Scottish guilt I sense?

-What?

Are we going back to my childhood again?

Is it Jung or Freud this time?

-It's Sean Burns.

You were brought up to lead and protect a clan.

You feel guilty because you're whole, because you'll survive.

-I aways survive.

-I'll send you the bill.

-How do I stop it?

-Duncan, it's not an illness.

It's who you are, who you'll always be.

[IN BURN'S VOICE] It's something I admire.

[sirens in distance]

-Terrance?

[hearing murmurings]

-What have I become?

Everything I was is gone!

People I loved, things I cared about!

I killed a friend!

I can't exist like this!

Help me.

And if you can't help me, stop me.

-I was hoping I'd find you here.

-Leave me alone.

-With God, or with your demons?

-Look at me, see me as I am, not as I was--

or as you want me to be.

I will kill you.

-You might.

-I don't want to.

-And that is you salvation.

-There is no salvation for me.

-Why?

Because you're alone?

Because it's just you against all that evil?

You're not alone.

Not out here, and not in there.

Why you in a church, MacLeod?

Why did you come?

Because Sean Burns is with you, his goodness

is a part of you.

Feel him.

Take his strength and yours and come with me.

It might be better if I kept that.

Right, we're here.

There's a holy spring, here.

It's been lost since the 7th century.

Nobody seems to know about it.

Huh!

There are, indeed, those who say it's magic.

-Hiya!

I can't do this.

-Fight it.

Fight it, like you have fought every other evil thing in your

life, because that is what you're up against.

Remember who you are!

Remember this.

REMEMBERING: I raised you to lead this clan, and to bear

this sword after me.

-Its belongs in your hand.

Take it.

REMEMBERING: Take it.

Take it, I say!

[dripping]

[hearing murmurings]

-Here's Duncan!

Yes, it's me.

But this time, I'm here to stay.

[grunts and swords clashing]

-Aah!

-Oh, that must hurt.

[chuckling]

-Aah!

Ooh!

-Give up, we're one, inseparable.

You can't kill what you've become.

Give up, Dunky.

Oops!

Thank you!

Uh, blood on there, again.

-Ugh, ugh.

Sean, I'm sorry.

-For what?

It wasn't you who killed me.

Fight him, MacLeod.

Defeat him.

-I can't!

-There is more that is noble in you, than there is evil in

all those you've destroyed.

Summon all you are, all you've been, all who've loved you.

-Come on, Dunky, you know you've already lost.

You kill me, you kill yourself.

Hiya!

It'll be the end of everything.

-Just you.

Just you.

-Ah, suit yourself.

Hiya!

Na, you can't drive me out.

I know your thoughts.

-Then you know who I am.

Huah!

Aah!

-You're nothing.

-No, I am Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

Huah!

[thunder]

[thunder]

-MacLeod?

-It's over.

-Then I think this is yours.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

[laughter]

-Oh!

-Here.

-You bet.

-I'm warning you, I trashed the place.

The place is a mess.

I haven't been myself lately.

-Do you know, I hadn't noticed.

-Rachel?

-I hope you don't mind.

I was just picking up.

-Uh, no.

Uh, what are you doing here?

-Your friend said you were in trouble and that you needed a

sword, so I gave it to him.

He's a convincing lad.

-He's a persistent one, too.

-And then I started thinking, when I was in danger and the

MacLeod clan needed you, you helped us.

I thought it was my turn.

You're in trouble, aren't you?

-Uh, not anymore.

-Oh, I guess I can go then.

-Well, n-n-- you--

-Or I can stay, if you like?

-Yeah, I'd like that.

-Listen, I'd love to stay and chat, but I've

left Alexa in Athens.

Uh, uh--

-Yeah.

-I'll just leave this.

-Thanks.

-You kids be good.

-Um, A-Adam, um, look.

Look, um--

-Hey, it's no big deal.

RACHEL [OFFSCREEN]: Good friend you have there.

-Yeah, one of the best.

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