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-What are you doing here?

-What?

-What are you doing here?

-I just needed a place to--

-No.

No.

No.

What are you doing here?

-I just needed a place to work out?

-You wanted a place to work out?

-Yeah.

I just needed a place to work out.

What's the matter with you?

-Well, if you want to work something out, work this out.

What the hell are you doing?

-You're a smart boy.

Figure it out yourself.

-Ooh.

Ooh.

-Nearly.

You're so close.

Up.

-Up?

-Richie, didn't I ever tell you not to

let go of your sword?

Something could happen, don't you?

This.

-Oh!

JOE DAWSON [OFFSCREEN]: He's Duncan MacLeod, the

Highlander.

Born in 1592 in the highlands of Scotland,

and he's still alive.

He is immortal.

For 400 years he's been a warrior, a lover, a wanderer.

I'll 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.

Yeah.

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world.

[breathing sounds]

-I ah, just got back to town.

-I heard.

-You know Paris turned out OK.

We're making some changes, MacLeod.

I really think that the-- the Watchers are going to make it

into the 21st century.

-Dawson, you shouldn't be here.

-Look.

There's something we need to talk about.

-No.

We don't have to talk about anything.

-I think we do.

-Dawson, would you please just turn around and go?

I'm an immortal.

You're a Watcher.

We can't cross that line.

How many times do we have to be taught that?

-What the hell am I supposed to do?

I hear stuff, and I can't ignore it.

It's Richie.

He came to see me after you left.

-He was going to do it, Joe.

He was going to take my head.

-You know he couldn't help it.

-If you weren't there, I'd be dead.

-But that wasn't Duncan MacLeod.

-Then who the hell was it?

Where is he now?

-He's on the tramp steamer.

He's half way to Europe.

Look Richie, you ought to think about spending some time

on holy ground.

So all this out.

-Sort it out?

Oh, man.

The guy I trusted more than anyone else in the world tried

to kill me.

-Richie--

-No.

Joe, the reason doesn't matter.

It was him.

It was Duncan MacLeod.

You know what's funny?

All this time I'm thinking this ah, this whole

there-can-be-only-one thing, I'm--

I'm thinking that's just talk, you know?

I'm thinking there's no way MacLeod would ever actually

come for me.

I didn't believe it.

I couldn't believe it.

Now--

now, I do.

-After you're left, he wasn't the same.

-Nobody was.

-He's been walking the edge, MacLeod.

Travelling, picking fights, trying to make a name.

One of my guy saw him yesterday on the road heading

back to town.

-That's nice.

-He's going to get himself killed, MacLeod.

You gotta talk to him.

-That's none of your business, Dawson.

-No.

It's yours OK.

Fine.

You don't owe anybody anything, not me, not Richie.

We can just go to hell.

He's in that rooming house down at South and Pine.

Do whatever you want about it.

[sword fighting noises]

-Whatever happened, Mac, we can work it out.

-Sorry.

Wrong number.

[sword fighting noises]

-Just tell me why.

The teacher kills the pupil?

Is that what this is all about?

Is that because there can be only one?

Is that it?

-Heh, heh, heh.

That's a good a reason as any.

[gunshots]

-Ahh!

[dog barking]

You're looking for me?

OK.

Here I am.

-Look.

I came here to tell you I'm still your friend.

-I've heard that one before.

-Richie, put that away.

I'm not going to fight you.

-Yeah, right.

-I tried looking for you.

I tried calling you from Paris, but I

couldn't find you anywhere.

-I wasn't around.

I had some things to take care of.

-Yeah.

I heard.

-You know, I used to stay up at night wondering, thinking

that there must be some special thing I'm supposed to

do with my life because I'm immortal.

And I had this illusion that because you were my teacher,

that you would show me what it was, and you did.

I got it now.

There could be only one.

Thanks, Teach.

-This is your answer?

-That's the way it is, isn't it?

Get them before they get you.

I've been practicing.

Next time you pull a sword on me, it won't be so easy.

-Richie, I'd like to take back what happened, but I can't.

But what you're doing is wrong.

You know that, don't you?

-Thanks for the tip.

-How's it going?

I want to buy my bike back.

-$2,400.

-I'll tell you what, there's the $1,800 you gave me, just

give me the keys.

-Listen, this is not a pawn shop, kid.

The price is $2,400.

$1,800 will get you that Yamaha with the busted

transmission.

$300 more, I'll have it running for you.

-Maybe--

maybe you didn't hear me.

I said--

-What the hell are you doing?

-I said I want to buy my bike back, and I am sick and tired

of being called a kid.

-You're not going to do that.

-You don't think so?

-Go on!

Get out of here, you friggin' son of a bitch!

-Come on, Benny.

Why do you even bother?

-It couldn't possibly be for the beer.

You might as well give it away.

-Maybe the critic wants to try me.

-For this?

No thanks.

-You don't like it, go someplace else.

-All right, then.

Let's go, beautiful.

-Bar keep?

Scotch rocks.

Double.

-That's Delila to you, Bud.

-Delila.

Well, in that case, I'll have a beer and a haircut.

-You're going to need more than a haircut.

-How about a sense of humor?

-How about you shut your mouth before I do it for you?

-Well, I'm scared.

Aren't you scared?

-Petrified.

-Do I know you?

Or do you just go around looking for trouble?

-Ah, a name is Richie Ryan, and I'm looking for you, pal.

-The only head I came in here for is on a glass of beer, but

if you want to take it outside.

-Oh, I want to take it outside.

Let's go.

After you.

-Is it worth losing your head over a bad joke?

We don't have to do this.

-Yes we do.

-I'm looking for a friend.

His name is Carter Wellan.

Young kid, long blonde hair.

Lots of attitude.

-Big mouth?

-Attitude.

-Yeah, he was here until some guy picked a fight with him.

-What guy?

-Someone with more attitude.

-Uh.

-Carter!

You're a dead man.

You hear me?

Dead!

Hiya!

Ah!

Ah!

Wha!

-Ah.

-What are you doing here?

-It's important.

Richie is in a lot more trouble than I thought.

-I've seen Richie.

He can take care of himself.

-Yeah?

With what?

With this?

-Who is it?

-Haresh Clay.

-A very nice effort, Duncan MacLeod, of the clan MacLeod.

-Heh.

Ooh.

Ah.

Yah.

Ooh.

-Personally, I would never use the Thracian lunge on

terrain like this.

It was only meant for an uphill strike.

-It was meant for whenever it works.

-Well, it doesn't on level ground, now does it?

-I slipped.

-Precisely my point.

-How would you know what it was meant for?

You invented it.

-Eh, heh, heh, ha, ha.

It was really Juan Ramirez who perfected it.

-You knew Juan Sanchez Villa Lopez Ramirez?

-M-hm.

-Carter's teacher?

Oh, they say there was nothing he could not do with a sword.

-Or with a lady.

He was one of my better students.

-You were his teacher?

-M-hm.

-No wonder I'm losing here.

-I'm good, my friend.

But trust me, there are better than me out there.

Master Kerrigan was better than Ramirez.

-Great.

Knowing my luck I'd probably run into them.

-Cheer up.

The sword is not what you live for.

It's what keeps you alive for the good stuff.

-Which is?

-There are worlds out there for you to discover, Duncan.

Music, art, philosophy.

-What good is philosophy in a fight?

-We fight to stay alive.

Don't forget to live.

Imagine what you can see in 1,000 years.

Imagine what you can do.

It's all there for us Duncan, because we are blessed,

blessed beyond reason with the gift of eternal life.

And every year, every year brings something new, a new

vintage, a new fighting move, a new pattern of flowers on a

Italian hillside.

Open your eyes and see it.

Cherish it.

-When a Duke challenges you to a game of darts, your job is

to lose, young squire.

-The Duke was half blind.

-Ah, yes.

But he is still the Duke.

I know.

-Is that Ashe?

-Perhaps.

-Haresh Clay.

We have to get out of here.

Find some holy ground.

-Why?

-Now.

-I did not see anyone.

-That's what bothers me.

-Graham Ashe?

-I am Graham Ashe.

-We were destined to meet one day.

-The best day is always the one you're in.

Go.

Get to the church yard and stay there, and don't come

out.

-But I can--

-Go.

[SWORDS CLANGING WITH GRUNTING]

-Spare me.

-What did you say?

-Please, spare me.

In the name of all that's holy, please.

I beg you.

-You would beg for your life?

-I don't want to die.

Please spare me.

Anything I have to give, I swear it.

Just let me walk away.

I beg you to let me live.

-Yah!

-So you still want me to stay out of this?

Look.

I'm just trying to help my friend.

-Richie is not your friend.

This is who you are, Joe.

-I know who I am.

I've been a Watcher for more than 25 years.

That's as much a part of me as your clan MacLeod is to you.

-Then for once, keep your vow.

Don't interfere.

-Huh.

What about Richie?

-Whatever I do for Richie is my business.

We're through, Joe.

Do me a favor, Joe.

Leave.

You know the way.

-Richie.

How's it going?

-Good.

You got a minute?

-Well, sure.

Sure.

Sure.

It's good to see you.

You ah, you OK?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

I've been meaning to get in touch.

I've been so busy.

-Yeah.

So I heard.

-I guess you would.

-Let me buy you a drink, sir.

-Sure.

Why don't you ah--

Why don't you go ahead and make it a double.

-Can do.

Gin.

Gin.

-Cheers.

-No thanks.

Hope you're not driving.

-No, I'm not.

Mhm.

I lost my sword.

-You broke it?

-You guys know too much.

-So I've been told.

-Joe, that's actually why I came.

I ah--

I need a couple of grand for a new one.

I need to borrow some money.

-Sorry Richie.

I can't do it.

-Come on Joe.

I mean, how long you've known me?

I'm--

I'm good for it.

-No.

It's not the money.

-I don't know what you're saying.

You don't trust me?

-I'm saying I can't do it.

-But Joe, this me.

It's Richie.

-And I'm a Watcher.

And I swore an oath not to get involved.

-You saved my life.

You shot MacLeod.

That's not getting involved?

-It was a mistake.

-Saving my life was a mistake?

-I didn't mean it that way.

It's just, that's what happened.

I--

I pulled the trigger.

It was a gut reaction.

Richie, as a friend I wish I could help you.

As a Watcher, I can't.

-That's convenient, Joe.

That's really convenient.

Damn with you.

[alarm bell rings]

-I knew you'd show up sooner or later.

A man needs a fine blade.

I'm not armed.

-Ah.

Well there you have it.

Like most of life's lessons, the tendency is to

learn them too late.

-Come on, man.

I mean, where's the honor in this?

-Oh, I didn't come for your honor, boy.

I came for your head.

-Why me?

-Revenge is the best reason.

-I don't even know you.

-You didn't know Carter Wellan when you killed him, did you?

-Oh.

You must mean leather boy.

-Hah.

Hah.

Hah.

Yah!

Yah!

Yah!

Dah!

-You got me.

Thanks for posting my bail.

-You're welcome.

-I'll pay you back.

-Yeah.

I'm sure you will.

-It's all right.

Ah, I guess I'll see you.

-Richie, can we go for a drive?

-I don't think so.

-Just 10 minutes.

-No, Mac.

I got a lot of stuff to do.

OK?

-There are some things you need to know.

-Mac, if the bail comes with a lecture, I'd just as soon wait

it out in the cell.

-The guys that's after you, Haresh Clay.

-What about him?

-I met him once before.

-Then how come you're both still alive?

So your friend was good?

-Graham Ashe was a master.

I'd never seen anybody like him before.

I thought he was best.

I'd thought he'd live forever until Clay came

and took his head.

-It must have been hard to watch.

-Hard?

It was impossible.

-And you never went after him?

-No.

-Why not?

-Richie, that doesn't matter.

What matters is he'll kill you.

-Maybe Graham Ashe wasn't as good as you thought he was.

-He was.

Richie, you can't win.

-Everyone's entitled to his own opinion.

-Look.

This fight is mine.

-Mac, forget it.

The days of you protecting me are long gone.

-Hey, this isn't about me protecting you.

I have to finish this.

-Well, then you'd better find him before I do.

-Look.

If you face him first, you'll be needing one of these.

It belonged to Graham Ashe.

-I--

I can take care of myself.

-Yeah.

I know you can.

Just take it.

Please.

-Thanks.

So um, I guess I owe you one.

-No.

I owe you one.

-Hi.

Remember me?

-My heart soars.

-I'm looking for someone.

-Whoopee.

Call the hotline.

-His name's Clay, Haresh Clay.

Tall black guy.

Shaved head.

You seen him?

-Baby, you've come to the wrong place.

I haven't seen anybody.

-Listen he'd be looking for me.

My name's Richie Ryan.

-Richie Ryan?

-M-hm.

-Get your hands off me.

Like I said, I didn't see anybody, and I

don't remember anybody.

Excuse me.

Get you something?

-Yeah.

-Any time.

-Just kind of a talent I have.

-Hm.

You got any more?

-Hm.

You just never know.

You can pass on the beer, OK?

I got a question I want to ask you.

-Shoot.

-Do you know the fella that-- that young punk was just

asking you about?

I was just opening up.

Now, you look like a man that could use a drink.

-We both know why I'm here.

-Yeah.

Richie is hunting Clay, and there's nothing you

can do about it.

-He's going to die.

-No.

He might live.

Hell of a thing weighing ethics and honor against a

friend's life.

-Where's Clay?

-MacLeod?

Clay's address.

Bartender gave it to me.

Sort of a professional courtesy.

-Thanks.

-Mac?

-You're out of the Watchers?

-Maybe it's too late.

Maybe it's about time.

It's like Mrs. Wishnov used to say in my old neighborhood.

[speaking russian]

-Yeah.

One man can't dance at two weddings.

-Well, you were right.

I couldn't be both your watcher and your friend.

-I'm sorry.

-For what?

Making me choose?

Look.

When I joined the Watchers, I thought it was the most

important thing in my life.

Learning about the immortals, keeping the chronicles.

I thought it was work that had to be done.

Well, somebody else can do it now.

I have to go.

-I know.

See ya.

-What are you doing here?

-What are you doing here?

-How did you find this place?

-Does that matter?

-Well, it does if you're after Clay.

-What did you expect me to do?

Stand aside and say, go ahead, take him?

-Well, that's what you're asking me to do, isn't it?

-You'll lose.

-Maybe.

Maybe not.

Look.

If there's one thing you taught me is that I could die,

any time, and there's nothing I can do to change that.

I got myself into this mess, and I'm not running from it.

Whatever happens, happens.

That's all I can do.

-That's all any of us can ever do.

-Ah.

More of you with ah, swords.

Heh.

-Ah.

-So what are you guys, anyway like Shriners or something?

-That's right.

We're Shriners

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-We're Shriners yes.

-So how come you're not at the funeral with the other guy?

-What cemetery was that again?

-I can't remember.

-You can't?

Can you-- can you help us out?

-Ah, Saint Johns on the Sea.

-Saint Johns on the Sea.

-That's it.

-That's it.

Yeah.

Thank you very much.

We're going.

-Richie.

Wait.

-I thought this wasn't about you protecting me.

-Richard, you want to know what this is about?

-What?

-This is about you seeing me for who I am.

I'm not your father, and I'm not your guardian angel.

Richie, listen.

It's not about you.

You want to fight, Clay, you get in line.

-I just might.

-Duncan MacLeod.

I heard you were around here.

You've come aways since we last met.

-We have unfinished business.

-My fight is with your friend.

You had no quarrel with Carter Wellan.

-You had no quarrel with Graham Ashe.

-Are you condoning what he did?

-We fight to the death.

That's what we do.

-Do you know what it's like to have a friend

for 900 years, MacLeod?

I've known him longer than you've been alive.

He was my squire and my companion in 100 campaigns in

5 continents.

Now, he is gone because of you.

-All right.

You want to fight?

Let's go.

Carter or no Carter.

Let's go.

-When you are ready.

-Richie.

There's something I haven't told you.

He shamed me.

After I watched Graham Ashe beg for his life and die, Clay

taunted me, and I did nothing Nothing.

-Scared, are you?

I have something for you.

Ashe's sword, a remembrance.

-It's holy ground.

-Don't worry, boy.

I didn't come for you, unless you'd like to

step off holy ground.

The coward who runs for sanctuary is not

worth my time or effort.

MacLeod, we'll be at the Inn in Fallsworth tonight if your

knees ever stop shaking.

-I'm not telling you to do this for me.

I'm asking you.

-OK.

OK.

-Thank you.

This is holy ground.

You'll be safe here.

If he takes me, he'll take you too.

-Then don't let him.

[SOUND OF SWORDS CLANGING WITH GRUNTS]

-Ahh!

Ow!

Uh!

-You can walk away if it ends here.

-It's what we do.

-Hm.

-Hm.

-Mac said you left the Watchers.

I didn't believe him.

-Check it out.

-Ooh, boy.

-Now, don't touch it.

Don't touch it.

-It hurts?

-The wrist is not so bad, but the rest, I lost

a lot of good friends.

-Well, Joe.

I can't really say I'm sorry.

I mean, I--

I know the Watchers your life, but dark glasses, guys in

black coats, secret meetings.

I don't know, it um, just didn't seem like you're style.

-Yeah.

Well, it was never meant to be like that.

-Then make it right.

Can you get back in?

-What?

Can you get back in the Watchers?

-Maybe.

Probably.

Why?

-For thousands of years immortals have fought, and

Watchers have observed.

One day it'll only be one of us left and somebody maybe

none at all.

Somebody has to record that we lived.

Somebody has to record the history we've seen and the

lessons we've learned.

I know what I said.

But our lives, our story has to be recorded, not by some

petty cloak, but by someone who feels, someone who does,

someone who has honor, like you.

-What about our friendship?

-We'll work it out.

See you around.

-See you, Mac.

THEME SONG: Here we are.

We're the princes of the universe.

Here we belong fighting for survival.

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

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world.