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-She loved Greece, Santorini especially.

-She would never have seen it if you hadn't taken her.

-I think she might have liked to been buried there, but I

didn't want her to be so far away.

[crow cawing]

-Come on.

I'll drive you home.

[crow cawing]

-I knew Alexa was dying.

Every moment we were together, everywhere we went, I knew.

And yet when she finally closed

her eyes, I was surprised.

-The Navajo have a saying--

"the spirit lives as long as someone who lives remembers

you."

-Aren't you a little young to be so smart?

[music playing]

[crow cawing]

-MacLeod.

-Just looking.

-Duncan MacLeod, of the clan MacLeod.

-Leave me alone.

Stay away from me!

-Cochran.

-Charlie!

[cannons firing]

-Die, you bastard!

-Cochran?

-Help!

Help!

Somebody, he's trying to kill me!

-Warren!

NARRATOR: 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.

THEME SONG: Here we are, born to be kings.

We're the princes of the universe.

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Send me to the future of your world.

-I don't understand.

It what as if he didn't know who I was, who he was, or what

was going on.

-You should be more paranoid.

-What are you talking about?

-Look, Cochran runs out screaming bloody murder.

How do you react?

You're confused, you're off balance, you're distracted.

Maybe that's what he wants.

-You don't trust anybody, do you?

-I find it safer not to make a habit of it-- no.

Pleasant company accepted, of course.

-He was my friend.

-Yeah, was.

-If he wanted to face me, one of us would be dead.

Warren Cochran never walked away from a fight in his life.

[fire smoldering]

[singing in background]

-Did you see the clan ones?

-Eh?

-Father and son taking on the free English.

They're too fearless.

Two glorious fiends.

-Yeah, I saw them fight, and I saw them die.

-But it was a glorious death, Duncan.

Sometimes I think I would give up my mortality to have a son.

Look at them.

Look at the men, look at them.

They're ready for anything.

-Eh, if bravery is all we needed, then England would be

ours by now.

-She will be, she will be.

-And bonnie Prince Charlie our head, eh?

-Aren't we content with Scotland if our luck holds?

-Luck?

What's that got to do with it?

What can stop us?

-Well-trained English army.

I hear the prince wants to attack Darby.

-That's our Charlie, right there in the English throat.

It's bloody brilliant.

-Is it?

[inaudible].

Darby won't be restoring the heather.

It's too much, too soon.

-Trust your prince.

You know, when we're done, Charlie will sit on the royal

throne of Scotland, the one true king.

Easy to say, eh?

-I'll drink to that.

To victory, to Scotland.

-To Charlie.

-To Charlie!

-To Charlie!

To Charlie!

-All I'm saying is, don't take anything for granted.

-It's the police.

Stay where you are.

-Leave.

-Excuse me, sir.

Inspector Deon.

Are you Duncan MacLeod?

-Yes, I am.

-Can you tell me where you've been the last few hours?

-Why?

Is there a problem?

-We have a man who swears you attacked him with a sword.

-What would I be doing with a sword?

-Would you mind coming with me?

-No.

-Please.

-I wouldn't.

-The guy's got no ID, no idea who he is.

I think he's a little confused.

-Well, maybe I could identify him anyway.

-Inspector?

-Did you send for his wife?

-Yes, sir.

-The missing persons match came through while I was out.

His wife should be on her way down.

Looks like you can go home.

-Maybe I could talk to him.

I might be able to help.

-Then you know Mr. Goddard, Mr. Warren Goddard.

-We're old friends.

-But you didn't see him this morning?

-As you said, he must be a little confused.

-That's him!

-Mr. Goddard, this man says he's your friend.

-I don't know him.

And I don't know any Goddard.

-Warren, listen, listen to me.

Think, think of Helensburgh, near Dunbar and where you were

born, that little inn by the Clyde, where the mistress of

the house served blueberries and clotted cream.

And you drank that disgusting dark rum that you liked.

-And I'm going to serve you something better.

-Mr. Goddard, you know this man.

-No!

No!

I don't know him!

-You do know me.

We were the best of friends.

-The English bastards know we're coming.

-Not these ones.

Cochran saw to that.

-And now he's dead, before the battle is even joined.

-Aye, but he died fighting like a man, fighting for his

prince and his country.

We'll do no less tomorrow.

Take them.

Meet the others.

I have a friend to see.

Go.

[crows cawing]

[breathing heavily]

-No, no, Warren.

It's me.

-Did I get them?

Did I get them?

Bastards!

There was 30 of them.

-You got them.

Waiting for us.

-He died well.

It was English trickery that cost us this battle.

-Trickery be damned.

We were out-fought, out-maneuvered.

We weren't ready for them.

-What are you saying?

You blame Charlie for losing.

-I'm with Charlie to the death, but I see what I see.

Open your eyes, man.

He may be the one true prince and the man that Scotland

needs to believe in, but he's not the man to lead us in war.

-You disloyal bastard!

-No man on earth can call me that.

-Duncan, forgive me.

You're my best friend.

It's just, being stuck by our English master.

-This time.

-Come on.

The boys need every arm for the fight.

-They saw you dead, a bleed through your heart.

You know what that means?

You have to leave.

-But I've left for less.

This is our moment, MacLeod.

The prince is ready, the men are ready.

The enemy's waiting.

The glory time's here!

-And we'll give them our best.

But you'll not be there.

-Then you have to fight for us both.

Be strong for me and for Charlie.

-For all of us.

-Bring us glory on Culloden, MacLeod.

You will not lose.

You cannot lose!

-Is there anything you can remember, anything at all,

anything about us?

This is what I brought you to see, Andrew.

250 years ago, on this very spot, Bonnie Prince Charlie

met me to fight for a free Scotland.

And she will be free, even if it takes both our immortal

lives to do it.

-I've heard it before, Warren.

Give it a rest.

-Nothing thing that makes any sense.

I saw it.

Lightning.

-Would you give us a moment, please?

-Warren.

Thank god, they found you.

What happened?

Where did you go?

-I, I don't know.

I don't know you.

Do I know her?

-That's your wife.

Did the police tell you?

-Yes, they told me.

I guess I just didn't realize.

Nancy Goddard.

-Duncan MacLeod.

I'm an old friend of Warren's.

Did he talk about his past, about us?

-I don't think he ever mentioned you.

Warren never talks much about himself.

-But where has he been?

When was the last time you saw him?

Anything?

-He left on Friday to do some research in Normandy.

He was only supposed to be gone a couple of days.

I think I had better get him home.

Come on, Warren.

Let's go.

-Um, can I talk to him for a couple of minutes?

-Thanks.

We'll be all right.

Come on.

-Methos?

-We're down here in the cellar.

There's a fake wall on your right.

Been storing stuff down here for years.

Apparently Paris is prone to flooding in the winter.

-Just be thankful you don't own a barge.

It's not that bad.

-You can read them at least.

That's the main thing.

How's your Latin?

-It's either rusty, or I'm looking at a

recipe for sea anemones.

-Apicius, everyone's favorite early Roman cook.

What he could do with lentils and chestnuts--

mmph.

Looked like road tar, but tasty.

I'll cook it for you sometime.

-Great.

-OK, you didn't come here to exchange recipes.

-Look, I saw Cochran.

He doesn't remember me, he doesn't remember his wife, he

doesn't remember his life-- anything.

It's--

I just didn't think immortals got amnesia.

-It can't be physical.

If he's not faking it, he must have had one hell of an

emotional shock.

How did he react when you told him what he is?

-I didn't get the chance.

I need some information from you.

-Oh, no, no, no.

I've got to keep a low profile.

-Come on, Methos, this is important to me.

-OK.

-Thanks.

-What would it be like, do you think?

-To forget everything?

-To start fresh.

Maybe it's a blessing.

-Until someone comes and takes your head.

[music playing]

-Die, you bastard!

-Don't you remember, Warren?

You were born in Killiecrankie in 1964.

-Are, uh, these things mine?

-You've collected them for years.

You said you like to imagine Scotland as she once was.

-You, uh, you said I was a writer.

-You write travel books.

That's where you went last week, on a research trip.

Can you remember that?

[music playing]

[footsteps]

-The next time you want to visit a museum, do it during

daylight hours.

-This is the place.

He stood right here--

Bonnie Prince Charlie himself.

This is where it happened.

-You mean when it almost happened.

-That's right.

If MacLeod hadn't lost his nerve, Charlie

would have joined me.

-And the English would have squished your army,

like so many bugs.

-You can't know that.

-No?

I read the history, Warren.

I know just the crap that you've been

drumming into my skull.

There have been 10,000 more dead Scots.

And nothing would have changed.

-Shut up!

You think I'll kick you until you can piss away your

birthright!

You have an obligation.

-No, I don't have squat!

-If anything happens to me, you'll be the one.

You'll carry on my dream.

I remember marching, the clans joining together.

I can feel a sword in my hand.

And I can smell the gunpowder.

I turn, and I strike.

And I can hear the screams of dying men.

What's happening to me?

-OK, I'm telling you, you getting involved with this guy

is a mistake.

-Look, he was my friend, and he's in trouble.

What do you want me to do?

Walk away?

-I would.

-Put it like this--

if he doesn't know who he is, then he's a

danger to all of us.

-So lure him outside and take his head-- problem solved.

-I never know when you're kidding.

-Pardon my charm.

OK, I pulled his file.

He's been using this Goddard identity for about 15 years.

He writes travel books--

historical England, historical Scotland, that sort of thing.

-His wife said he was on a research trip when he

disappeared.

Any idea where?

-I think you overestimate the efficiency

of the Watcher network.

-Really?

-MacLeod!

I'll do what I can, OK?

-Good.

Talk to you later.

-Let's go.

-What did you say?

-Nothing.

-Didn't think so.

-This is insane.

You're crazier than I am!

[laughing]

Immortals, living forever.

-Just tell me what you remember.

-Nothing!

-My name is Warren Goddard.

I was born in Killiecrankie in 1964.

My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 16.

-You're not Warren Goddard.

You're Warren Cochran, born in Helensburgh near

Strathclyde in 1485.

Your parents were killed by the English in

Flodden Field in 1513.

And so were you.

-You're mad.

-No!

I'm an immortal, like you.

-Stop it, stop it, stop it.

Leave me alone!

-What are you hiding from?

-I don't, I don't know, I, I, I, don't remember.

-You have to remember!

-Get off me.

-Damn you!

-[grunting in pain]

-Now look at it.

Look!

Look at it!

It's true.

We've known each other for over 300 years.

-Warren, are we really going to see Bonnie Prince Charlie?

-Aye, James--

the Bonnie Prince himself, come to France all the way

from Italy, just to meet us.

-What's he like?

-Oh, he's a he's a great man, a great leader.

Without Charlie, there's no Scotland.

But with him, I can raise an army of 10,000 men.

-10,000 men?

-Aye, inside a week.

[horse neighing]

-MacLeod, you're just in time for supper.

-Are you mad, man?

The English could have followed us from across the

channel.

-The English?

Not Warren Cochran.

What are you doing?

You'll ruin our supper for nothing.

-You'll be in danger all the way.

Send Sarah and James back to Scotland--

no offense, Sarah.

-What, and have them a miss a chance for the great man?

Not to be there when he claims his throne.

-Warren, send them back while you can.

-You have too high an opinion of the English, MacLeod.

Maybe you've lived with them too long, eh?

[gunshots]

-Down, down, down!

I'll make it them.

If we keep low, we can get away.

-And miss our one chance with Charlie?

Cold day in hell.

Stay down.

-Warren, Warren, come back here!

[gunshot]

-Damn you, man.

[gunshot]

-James!

Stay with your mother.

For god's sake, stay low.

[gunshot]

-[WHISPERING] Warren!

[gunshot]

[horse neighing]

-No!

[gunshot]

-Gentlemen!

-Keep your powder dry.

[gunshot]

-Oh, Cochran.

I don't believe you, Cochran.

-What?

What?

-What do you mean, "what?" Who do you think you're playing

at, Rob Roy MacGregor himself?

-No, no, no.

Will you stop?

If there was others, they would be here by now.

-You should know.

It's your problem.

-Sh--

anyway, all's well that ends well.

Have an English night for James's keepsake.

-No.

-No!

No!

No more!

-It's all right.

Something's making you forget, Warren.

What is it?

What happened last weekend?

-Chin up.

You think I kick you until you can piss away your birthright.

You have an obligation.

-No, I don't have squat.

-If anything happens to me, you'll be the one.

You'll carry on my dream.

-And spend another 300 years on a lost cause?

No thanks.

You see this, Warren?

It's dead.

As dead as all the history you live for, as dead as that old,

fat bum, Charlie.

-Don't say that.

Don't.

-Charlie was nothing!

He had nothing.

Face it, Warren!

-No!

-And your whole bloody life has been for nothing.

-Warren, Warren, remember Picardy, 1786.

-Bonnie Prince Charlie.

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah, Bonnie Prince Charlie.

-We're about to change the course of history, MacLeod.

Even weary from his journey, he's still a man amongst men.

-Stay.

We're not at court here.

-Your highness.

Warren Cochran, your loyal servant.

-You seem familiar.

You are?

-Duncan MacLeod, your majesty, of the clan MacLeod.

-The MacLeods, the MacLeods were with me at Culloden, that

most terrible of days.

Great fighters you were.

-Your highness, you only have to give the word.

Then I can raise an army of 10,000 men.

-Indeed.

You have the resources?

-More than enough.

-Mr. Cochran, my thanks to you.

-Then your answer is yes?

You'll join us?

-Gentleman, dinner is served.

-Join me for dinner, gentlemen,.

We have much to talk about.

-10,000?

You're not raising 10 men with that men at the head.

-The devil take your life.

You heard the prince.

The time's right.

-If it was, he wouldn't even know it.

-This is a sacred mission, MacLeod.

It's our duty.

-I did my duty 30 years ago!

I followed him, and the clans followed me to the slaughter.

And they'd do it again.

-I need you.

Charlie needs you.

Look at the men.

Don't lead them to destruction.

-This time, I'll not wreak havoc.

It was a fool's errand.

-You're a traitor!

If you won't join me, you won't stop me.

-Gentlemen!

If you, my most stalwart of supporters, cannot agree upon

my fitness to rule, how may then the 10,000?

I'm afraid this will never work.

-Please, my liege.

Please stay.

-I'm sorry, Mr. Cochran.

I seem to have been mistaken.

I cannot lead your campaign.

-We have done this, MacLeod, soiled the holy cause.

I'll never forgive you for this-- never.

It was you.

-What?

-It's because of you we failed, because of you.

-That's not the way it was.

-Traitor!

-What are you doing?

-You destroyed our cause.

It was you who wouldn't follow Charlie.

-No.

-You betrayed your prince, and you betrayed Scotland.

-No, I didn't.

That's not the way it was.

Warren, that's not the way it was.

That's not what happened, Warren!

Try to remember.

-We're about to change the course of history, MacLeod.

Even reeling from his journey, he's still a man amongst men.

-Innkeeper, fetch a man to see to these stairs.

Stay.

This is not a court here.

-Your highness.

Warren Cochran, your loyal servant.

-Oh, yes, Cochran, of course, yes, yes.

I'm not meant to be here--

men everywhere.

Trust no one, no one, especially the French.

You look familiar.

You are?

-Duncan MacLeod, your majesty, of the clan MacLeod.

-MacLeods, MacLeods, they were with me at Culloden.

We had bad luck.

-We're wasting our time.

-Majesty you only have to say the word, and I can raise an

army of 10,000 men.

-You have the resources?

-Aye, more than enough.

-It takes money to run a court.

Have to have money.

I mean, exile, banquets, ladies.

-Your majesty, we've come to talk about the army.

-Oh, yes, of course, my army.

Yes, of course.

Yes, the army.

-Gentleman, dinner is served.

-Join me for dinner, gentlemen.

We have much to talk about.

-10,000 men?

You'll not raise 10 men with that man at the head.

-Devil, you say.

You heard the prince.

Time's right.

-If it was, he wouldn't even know it.

-This is a sacred mission, MacLeod.

It's your duty.

-I did my duty 40 years ago.

I followed him.

And the clans that followed me went to the slaughter.

-Yeah, but we need you.

Charlie needs you.

-It's hopeless.

He's hopeless.

The game's over.

-Don't say that.

All we have to do is dry him out and clean him up.

He can still lead us.

-He couldn't lead a pig around the barn.

-He'll be a figurehead.

He'll be a symbol.

He'll be someone that all men can rally behind and can lay

down their lives for.

-And if they do, they'll be wasting their lives.

If Scotland is to be free, it's not with Charlie.

We're 20 years too late, Warren.

Come on, let it go.

It's over.

-Don't say that.

Don't say that.

-Sorry, sorry.

[crying]

-Warren, I'm sorry.

It hurts me as much as it hurts you to see him this way.

But I'm not asking men to die for him--

not anymore.

[music playing]

-Charlie, Charlie.

-Is this the look you're going for?

-No, I got distracted.

I found some texts on first century Chinese apothecaries.

Couldn't put them down.

-At this rate, it'll take you 10 years to

put these all away.

-You say that like it's a bad thing.

-Methos.

-You and this guy Cochran have quite some history.

-Yeah, I know.

-Does he remember any of this.

-He remembers Picardy, when we went to see Bonnie Prince

Charlie, but then he doesn't.

His memories are all different.

It was him that pressed me into going after Charlie.

Then when we got there, we found Charlie all right.

The man we had pinned our dreams on, the

last hope of Scotland.

He was a hopeless sod, who could barely stand

on his own two feet.

-Your highness.

-But Cochran didn't want to see that.

Maybe he couldn't see it.

He'd built up this myth, this legend in his mind.

And he wouldn't see it destroyed.

-You look familiar.

You are?

-Duncan MacLeod, your majesty, of the clan MacLeod.

-The MacLeods.

MacLeods were with me at Culloden, that

most terrible of days.

[inaudible]

-You only have to give the word.

Then I can raise an army of 10,000 men.

-You have the resources?

-More than enough.

-Oh, then that's well-- my thanks to you, Mr. Cochran.

-Your answer's yes, you'll join us?

-We have much to talk about.

I can't!

Sorry.

[crying]

-The memories he's getting back are all wrong.

-It's a human trait--

remembering things the way we wish they'd been.

We rewrite history so we can live with it.

Ask the Russians.

Come to that, ask the Americans or the British.

-Or the Scots--

turned a loser into Bonnie Prince because

they needed a hero.

-Does it matter what he was really like?

Surely, it's the legend that really matters.

-Right now, the truth is what matters.

-Maybe Cochran can't face the truth.

-You found something else.

-Cochran left Paris on Friday with a kid

named Andrew Donnelly.

His Watched didn't go with them because his sister was

getting married--

figured he pick him up on Sunday when they got back.

What do you expect?

The Watchers are the immortal FBI?

We got lives to live, OK?

-Who's Andrew Donnelly?

-His student, probably.

Cochran met him in Aberdeen a years ago.

He has no parents.

He was on the streets.

Told him about his immortality and

recruited him to his cause.

-Where is he now?

-That is the $64,000 question.

-Warren is not here, Mr. MacLeod.

He went out.

I couldn't stop him.

-Do you a guy called Andrew Donnelly.

-He does some work for Warren--

errands, driving, stuff around the house.

-You don't like him much?

-Not particularly, no.

He was an orphan.

Warren felt sorry for him.

He treated him more like a son than an employee.

Andrew doesn't always appreciate it.

-Where can I find him?

[knocking on door]

-Mrs. Goddard, Inspector Deon.

Is your husband home?

-Why?

-There's a young man named Andrew Donnelly

who worked for him.

-Is there a problem?

-For Donnelly, there is.

He was found in an abandoned inn, in Normandy.

-Found?

-He was dead.

Someone cut off his head.

-Oh, my god.

[door closing]

-Who is it?

Who's that?

-It's me, Warren.

It's MacLeod.

What happened here?

-I don't know.

-You were here with Andrew, your student.

You were here and Andrew died.

What happened?

-I don't know.

-Charlie was nothing!

He had nothing!

Face it, Warren.

-No!

-And your whole bloody life has been for nothing.

-What did you say?

-He was a bum when he lived, and he's a bum

now that he's dead--

dead, dead, dead.

-Shut up!

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god, no.

Andrew, Andrew.

God, no, Andrew, no, no, no, no, no.

no!

Get off me!

Leave me alone!

-Andrew, he was, he was like a son.

-And you killed him.

You killed your own student!

-I know, I know, I know what you're thinking, that only a

monster could do such a thing, that Cochran,

me is such a monster.

Well, if I'm a monster, then slay me.

What thing on Earth can be more evil than me, could be

more deserving of death?

You should have left it alone, MacLeod.

You should have let me forget!

-I don't want to fight you.

-Why not?

-Don't do this.

I'm warning you.

-End it, MacLeod.

End it now.

-I won't take your life.

-Please, I can't live with this.

-You're going to have to.

-Mr. Cochran.

-Your highness, it's really you.

-Stay.

We're not at court.

[inaudible]

waiting to clear my throat and [inaudible].

Mr. Cochran, my thanks to you.

-Then the answer's yes?

You'll join us?

-I'm sorry, Mr. Cochran.

I can't help you in your campaign.

-Two weeks ago, he had a wife, a house, a family.

Now he's a fugitive.

He's got nothing.

-He's alive.

-I still can't believe he'd kill his own student.

-Come on, MacLeod.

It's not the first time it's happened.

-Maybe I should have left him alone.

Maybe he was better off not knowing.

I mean, it's a terrible thing to have to live with.

-We all have things in our past we wish we hadn't done.

I know I do.

-So if you had a chance to forget everything and live

life over again, would you?

-No, I wouldn't.

Who'd remember Alexa then?

[music playing]

THEME SONG: And here we are.

We're the princes of the universe.

Here we belong, fighting for survival.

We've got to be the rulers of your world.

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Send me to the future of your world.