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[music playing]

-There is a god.

I'm Steven Keane.

-Amanda.

You come here often?

-I may have to start.

Actually, I, uh-- own the place.

Just bought it.

-Really?

Well.

New decor, better music, less water in the drinks.

I think you've made quite an investment here.

-Well it seems to be paying off.

-Well, you're the flavor of the month, aren't you?

We'll see what kind of staying power you have.

-Oh, I plan on making a lasting impression.

-That's very optimistic of you.

-You lived here long?

-Oh, a thousand years, off and on.

-Almost a native.

You must know every immortal in the city.

-Are you looking for anyone in particular?

-Always.

-What's her name?

-Duncan MacLeod.

-Is he a friend of yours?

-We have some, uh--

unfinished business.

You know him?

-Doesn't ring a bell.

But, um-- speaking of unfinished business--

would you like to come to my place?

Did you know this was a convent once?

-Next you're gonna tell me you were a nun.

-Tempting.

Though black is my color.

-Was it something I said?

-Duncan MacLeod.

-Where is he?

I don't want to kill you.

-That makes two of us.

-Then call MacLeod.

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.

[SONG PLAYING - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]

-Amanda?

-Sorry.

I didn't have a choice.

-I asked her to call you.

-Well, I'm here.

-Duncan MacLeod.

You've haunted me for more than 200 years.

I'm Stephen Keane.

-Oh.

-You really don't remember?

Then maybe you remember my friend, Richard Dunbar.

The Earl of Rosemont.

I lost scouting party after scouting party.

They'd march into the woods and we'd never find so much as

their bones.

-I heard it went hard.

-They were everywhere.

Any man or boy that could raise a sword or a scythe was

against us.

Scottish devils left me no choice.

-I should have been there with you, Richard.

-I thank God you were not, Steven.

I entrusted you to look after my wife and my sons.

You're my family.

As much as I ever had.

-There were days I thought I'd never see them again.

That damned war seemed to go on for 1,000 years.

-But in the end you got the better of them, hm?

-Cumberland was ready to march home after the rout, but I

convinced him that we had to finish it.

We had to leave a mark, make sure those

Jacobites were wiped out.

We cut down every man in Tartan we could find.

-If there had been another way, you would have found it.

-Would I?

Or was I too full of hate to look?

-Let's have no more talk of the war, hm?

It's over, and you're home.

With your family.

-Father.

Come, Father.

Come, Father.

-Do you remember how many men you slaughtered?

How many lives you destroyed?

-Yes.

They were desperate times.

With desperate measures.

It was war.

Bonnie Prince Charlie managed to rally the

Scots against the English.

Our dream was freedom.

[shouting]

-[inaudible].

For Scotland, and Bonnie Prince Charlie!

DUNCAN NARRATING: For a while, victory seemed possible.

But the dream ended in slaughter

and death at Culloden.

-The English bastards know we're coming.

-Not these ones.

[inaudible] saw to that.

-And now he's dead.

DUNCAN NARRATING: Charlie was forced to flee, taking our

shattered dreams with him.

-My lord.

Can we not rest tonight?

We can reach the boat at dawn.

The boat to take me off.

To lick my wounds like a whipped hound.

I've suffered the worst defeat in Scottish history.

And now the English murderers will say aye, Bonnie Prince

Charlie ran away with his tail 'tween his legs.

-Let them see what they will.

By god, we fought as bravely as men can.

-When we're finished there'll be nothing left in this

stinking land but oats and sheep, eh?

DUNCAN NARRATING: Culloden was terrible.

But what happened after was worse.

[gunshot]

-What the devil?

[inaudible]

-The devil himself, dah!

DUNCAN NARRATING: The English weren't content

with defeating us.

They wanted to wipe us off the face of the earth.

Farmers, women, children.

They were without mercy.

I killed because they killed.

I answered death with death.

[sobbing]

-Look.

Look what they've done to us.

-I know.

-He was only a lad.

They said they couldn't let him be a

rebel like his father.

His father's been dead 10 years.

He got the fever in '35.

He never saw the cursed war.

Where are our men?

Where is Prince Charlie?

-Men are scattered.

Prince Charles fled.

War's over.

We've lost.

-If the war is over, why is the killing still going on?

-Come, grandmother.

I'll help you bury him.

-His mother and sister were in there.

I pleaded with the soldiers to let them

out, but they laughed.

They said that they couldn't let us breed.

They burned them.

On the Earl's orders, they said.

-What was the name of the Earl that gave the order?

-Rosemont.

God will make him pay for this.

-He'll not have to wait for God.

-Josephine prayed for your safe return every night.

-And now Josephine must have a new prayer.

Pray this victory holds.

Pray those Highland bastards have finally understood.

I won't have my sons called to this battle again.

-Where is the Earl of Rosemont, boy?

-He's come for me.

Leave us.

-No.

Stay.

-My god.

Please.

Don't hurt my son.

-That is what a thousand Scottish mothers screamed when

your soldiers murdered their children.

-Who are you?

-A man of Scotland your butchers could not kill.

-It was war.

-It still is.

-Let my son go.

Let him go, and face me.

-That's right boy.

You run.

You run, and you tell every English boy you meet that

Duncan MacLeod is coming for their fathers.

You tell your children and your children's children that

they're not safe from me.

No run.

-Run, Michael!

-On your knees.

-And that's all you have to say?

-There's nothing else to say.

-6:00 AM.

The Luxembourg Gardens.

That gives you time to say your goodbyes.

If you run, I'll find you.

-I won't run.

-Look, I'm really sorry.

The guy had a sword to my throat.

I didn't know what else to do.

I thought holy ground, talk.

-You did the right thing.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

I like you with all your parts intact.

-You and me both.

-What do you know about Keane?

-Nothing.

I just met him.

He seemed like a nice enough guy at the time.

Now you're gonna have to kill him.

[moaning]

[shouting]

- --every English boy you meet that

Duncan MacLeod is coming--

- --and your children's children.

No!

No!

No!

-Ah!

No!

Duncan, it's me.

It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

-It's all right.

It's OK.

Yeah.

-I was--

I was dreaming.

-Duncan?

-I couldn't sleep.

-Yeah.

I noticed.

You know what?

I've come up with a brilliant idea.

Why don't we go somewhere really, really warm.

Like Tahiti.

Yeah?

No shoes, no clothes.

No, uh, tan lines.

And no pesky immortals coming out of the woodwork.

Oh, well, there was that one guy.

What was his name?

Granville?

-Right.

-Yeah.

But you know what?

He's not gonna be there.

It's just gonna be you and me, and I'm gonna get out that old

copy of the [inaudible]--

-Amanda--

Amanda.

-What?

-I can't.

-Why not?

-Because I have to deal with this.

-What do you mean, uh--

deal with this?

-Keane.

This whole bloody mess.

It should never have happened.

I'd seen women and children slaughtered, farms destroyed,

villages razed to the ground.

And for what?

All I wanted was revenge.

I thought the best way to do that was to kill as many

English as possible.

There was no answer.

-So what are you saying?

-Keane's right about me.

I am a murderer.

-Duncan.

That was 250 years ago.

Everyone's dead now.

The people he killed, the people you killed, and four

generations of their children.

It's ancient history.

It's just over.

-It's not over.

-Great.

So you're gonna let this arrogant little English ass

show up with a 250-year-old grudge and convince you that

you're a bad guy.

It was war, Duncan.

-The war was over.

-Duncan.

You're the best man I know.

You make people better.

You know?

People like me, people who-- who didn't give a damn about

anything in their whole lives until you came along, with

your big brown eyes, and your boy scout rules.

What, are you just gonna throw this away because you made

damn mistake?

-Amanda.

-No.

If you're gonna let Steven Keane kill you over this crap,

then you are on your own.

AMANDA [OFFSCREEN]: Methos.

Open the door.

I know you're there.

[knocking]

Methos!

Methos, it's Amanda.

-Do you want to knock a bit louder?

I don't think they heard you in Philadelphia.

-I'm sorry.

It was an emergency, OK?

-No, it was a good way to get your head cut off is what it

was.

-You're turning into an old grouch, aren't you?

Did I interrupt something important?

-Amanda, it is the middle of the night, and I wasn't

expecting anyone.

Give me a minute.

You want some coffee?

-Yeah.

All right, so tell me what you know about this Keane guy.

-Nothing.

Never met him.

-Wait a minute.

I thought the Watchers knew everything.

-Well, I've done with the Watcher.

-Really?

I thought you found the perfect hiding place.

-Well, I changed my mind.

Sorry.

Can't help.

-No, listen, Methos.

Why don't you just-- you just talk to MacLeod.

You know?

Try to convince him that Keane is wrong about him.

-You want me to talk to MacLeod and tell him, uh--

stop worrying?

You're not a bad guy?

-Yeah.

-Trust me, Amanda.

That's not gonna work.

-Look, no, Methos.

You have to do something.

I've never seen him this upset before.

And you know how guilt-ridden he can be.

Look, if he goes up against Keane thinking he deserves to

lose, he'll lose.

He'll die, Methos.

-So, nice day for it.

You know.

Not too cold.

Ground's nice and dry.

-Amanda's got a big mouth.

-Well, she's worried about you.

-Yeah?

And you?

-Oh, me?

No.

Just scholarly interest.

I--

I just came by to watch the perfect immortal die.

-I'm not--

-Not what?

Not the perfect immortal?

Or not going to die?

-Go away.

-Hey, we're none of us perfect, MacLeod.

Not you, not me.

Not even Darius.

I'm sure not your friend Steven Keane.

-You should write fortune cookies.

-Yeah?

Well maybe I should.

Just so long as I'm not writing your epitaph.

What Keane hates you for happened.

Nothing you do is going to change that.

You accept it, MacLeod.

It's part of who you are.

-Are we talking about me now?

-Yes.

Do you remember what happened after Culloden?

-Yeah.

I went after innocent men and slaughtered them.

-No.

That's how Keane tells it.

I want to know how you remember it.

Because they weren't innocent, were they?

They were murders.

They were the English bastards who destroyed your people, and

they deserved to die.

All of them.

-You sure all of them did?

-You were.

You wanted to kill, you killed them.

You know, Keane is just like you.

He wants to divide the world up into good and bad.

Well, it's not that simple.

We're all both.

Good and evil.

We have rage and compassion.

We have love and hate.

Murder and forgiveness.

Why don't you try forgiving yourself for once?

-Why don't you try minding your own

business for once, hm?

Tell Amanda to do the same.

-She can't say I didn't try.

You are such a pain in the ass.

-I don't think we've met.

Stephen Keane.

-So I heard.

-I have no fight with you.

-No, that's true.

If you leave Paris, and leave Duncan MacLeod alone.

-Guy's got a lot of friends.

-Good men often do.

-Good man.

You must not know him very well.

-You would be surprised.

Keane, let him be.

-You try and stop me, and I'll start with you.

-Your call!

-You bastard.

-Sticks and stones.

-You do it, and I'm next.

-I am trying to save your head.

-I don't need your help.

You kill him, I swear it, Methos.

You face me.

-Fine.

It's your funeral.

-What happened to your friend?

-It's Tuesday.

He doesn't take heads on Tuesdays.

-Then why don't you take it?

-Because I don't want it.

We don't have to be enemies.

-There's nothing else we can be.

-Culloden was a long time ago.

-Dunbar was a general in hard war.

People died.

-Yeah.

And so did he.

You didn't see the women and children slaughtered on your

friend's orders.

-Don't care what he did.

Only what you did.

-What?

And killing me is going to bring him back?

-No.

But it'll make me feel a hell of a lot better.

100 years.

1,000.

You still have to pay for it.

-I do.

I live with it every day.

But I also live with the fact that revenge doesn't make

anything better.

-I had a friend who said the same thing to me once.

He was a great man.

-I've tracked him for 30 years, Sean.

To Russia.

Constantinople.

Across North Africa.

Even as far as China.

But I'm always a day behind.

A week behind, a month behind.

A year ago his ship went down off Shanghai.

Since then, nothing.

I'm beginning to think I'll never catch up with him.

-Maybe it's for the best, my friend.

-What do you mean?

I swore on Richard Dunbar's body that I would find the man

who killed him.

I swore to his wife and family that I would not rest until

MacLeod was dead.

-And for 30 years you've thought of nothing else.

30 years that could have been spent helping Dunbar's family.

30 years of your own life wasted.

That's long enough, Steven.

Let it go.

-How can I?

How can I, when that murderer's still out there?

-You're so certain that you have to kill him?

What do you know about Duncan MacLeod, Steven?

Do you know why he left Europe, why he went east?

-Does it matter?

-Everything matters.

-You know him.

-Oh, I've known 100 men like him.

In every century I've lived there's been a war that kings

and generals said would end wars.

There's been a people ground down in the name of peace.

And there have been men like you, Dunbar, and MacLeod,

fighting on one side or the other, always believing in

their hearts that theirs was the side that God was on.

-You don't have to lecture me.

-I'm not finished.

Until one day they look around, and they're sick, and

they retch with the pain of it, and they ride and ride

until they can ride no more, hoping they'll find something

different across the steppes, or across the Atlantic.

Hoping, praying, that they won't have to keep killing.

And one day, Steven, that day will come for you.

And I pray that no one haunts your steps.

Leave MacLeod be, Steven.

Let the war be over.

For both of you.

-Maybe you remember him.

His name was Sean Burns.

-Sean was a man I respected very much.

A man I owed a great deal to.

-A thousand [inaudible], Caroline.

I assure you.

Hugh Fitzcairn is the most honorable of gentlemen.

-You cannot be serious?

-I'm trying to be delicate.

-All so young.

-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.

-Oh, 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 guilt because you're whole.

Because you'll survive.

I always 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.

-Well, I know the body heals.

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

Do you think that's possible?

-Sigmund Freud does.

Brilliant mind.

Disgusting cigars.

-You're doing good work here, Sean.

-You could stay on.

I could use the help.

-Sean convinced me that revenge wasn't the answer.

I did what he wanted.

I let it go.

I let myself believe that Sean was right.

That you were a good man who made a mistake.

And then you killed him.

-Come.

-Are you going to tell me he'd done something dark and

depraved to you and yours?

-He shouldn't have died.

-Then tell me.

I can't wait to hear it.

Tell me why the man who killed Sean Burns isn't anything but

a murdering bastard who deserves to die.

-It was a mistake.

It should never have happened.

-Oh, sure.

What was it this time?

You were drunk?

Drugged?

Temporarily insane?

Maybe you thought he was somebody else?

Maybe you just didn't care?

-Look, it's not that simple.

You weren't there.

You can't know!

-I don't need to know.

I don't judge your reasons, MacLeod.

I judge your acts.

-Walk away.

[sirens]

-Duncan MacLeod.

-That's me.

-I'd like you to come with me, if you don't mind.

-Certainly.

-We received an anonymous tip.

The caller was very persuasive, and very specific.

-Oh, good.

Can't wait.

-With your permission.

-Do I have a choice?

Didn't think so.

-I expect you'll tell me you've never seen this before.

-Why don't we skip that part and you tell me where you

think I got it?

-It belongs to a collection of [inaudible] that was stolen

from the Countess Bukowski three years ago.

The collection was valued at something over $3 million.

This necklace alone is worth $750,000.

You're under arrest, Mr. MacLeod.

-I guess it wouldn't help to tell you I'm innocent.

Hey, not too tight.

-What?

-This is amazing.

Even for you.

-I know.

You know, that necklace can bring half a

million, even hot.

But you're worth it.

-This is not funny.

-Ahem.

You're right.

It's not funny.

It's deadly serious.

You're safe in here.

With your squeaky clean record they're going to give you a

couple-- three years, tops, for that Bukowski job.

Who knows?

Two, three years, anything could happen.

Maybe we'll get lucky and you'll--

that guy'll get whacked before you get out.

-Dammit, Amanda, why can't you and Methos just

stay out of my business?

Why don't you just leave me alone?

-OK.

Fine.

-No.

Not now.

You've gotta get me out of here.

-Look, I know you're upset now, but you're

gonna thank me later.

I couldn't just let him kill you.

-Amanda, listen to me.

You do whatever it takes, and you get me out of here.

-No.

I have too much time invested in you, MacLeod.

I want to keep you around.

-I can take Keane.

-Honey, I'm sorry, but I don't think so.

There's something different this time.

You know, if you had it together, then

there'd be no problem.

I'd say 6 to 5 on you.

But in your present state?

I don't think so.

-Amanda, I need to have this fight.

It's the only way to settle this.

Now I'm warning you, I'm not staying in here.

I'm not staying in here.

-Fine.

-No, I'm not staying in here!

-You can break out of jail.

But--

-I should strangle you, you know.

Come here.

-Either way you're gonna stay out of Keane's way.

Honey, don't worry.

I'll see you ever day.

-I warned you.

I want to see the inspector.

[strange humming]

-There you are.

-Mac?

-Where's MacLeod?

-I thought he'd be here.

Do you mind putting that down?

Or were you planning to use it?

-What makes you think I won't?

-I'm a student of human nature.

-Tell me where to find MacLeod.

-I don't know.

I love good guys.

-You're trying to tell me that a single woman was responsible

for the Bukowski job, and the break-in at the [inaudible],

and a little business at the Louvre?

-Yeah, and one or two other things from Cartier.

-This friend of yours is very resourceful, Mr. MacLeod.

-Tell me about it.

Some of these cases have been open five or six years.

Imagine the reaction when you solve them all in one day.

Careers have been made on less.

Now, are you interested?

-You'll give me a description of this woman?

-Yep.

And the location of the rest of the jewels.

-In exchange for what?

-In exchange, you never saw or heard of Duncan MacLeod.

-That son of a bitch.

That double-dealing swine.

You know there are cops all over my house?

He even gave up my secret stash of rainy day jewels.

Well, one of them.

-Amanda, what did you expect?

You got him sent to prison.

You think he's just gonna sit there and take it?

-I was trying to keep him alive.

And he turned on me.

-All right.

Correct me if I misunderstood, but this was after you framed

him, wasn't it?

Have a drink.

You'll feel better.

-No.

I was ratted out by my very best friend.

-Well, I know how that feels.

-Methos.

I was just trying to help him, you know?

I didn't care how mad he got at me, as long

as it kept him alive.

-Look, you did your best.

OK?

So did I. Now it's up to him.

He's lived a long time, Amanda.

It's not all luck.

-Yeah.

But it's not all skill, either.

He's gone up against immortals older than him,

some better than him.

And he's always won.

You know why?

Because he doesn't give up.

Not when he thinks he's right.

-No.

Which can be bloody annoying, as we both know.

-You know, there's something different this time.

His heart's just not in it.

-So tired of killing.

So tired of deciding who to kill.

He's a good man, Darius.

I don't want to kill him.

All he's done is judge me like I've judged others.

Ah, I'm so tired of the killing.

-You want another shot?

I warn you, I'll finish it if you make me.

-I didn't come to fight.

I'd like to talk to you.

-If you've come to talk about MacLeod, you're

wasting your breath.

-Just humor me, all right?

Look, Steven, I don't know you.

But I do know MacLeod.

He's the kind of guy who doesn't make promises he can't

keep, and he carries a grudge a long time.

You know, one of those people who can talk about honor and

justice with a straight face.

-A man who hunts and kills innocent men.

-Maybe.

Because that's the kind of mistake you make when you

think it matters who lives and who dies.

-The voice of experience.

-You know, I've been around a lot longer than

either one of you.

And I can tell you, it's not going to make a bit of

difference in this big, bad world whether you kill him or

he kills you.

But, uh--

it makes a big difference to me.

And to a lot of people who care about MacLeod.

Why don't you try thinking about them?

-Because that doesn't matter.

-Just listen to yourself.

Isn't that exactly what MacLeod was thinking when he

went after your friend?

That his idea of justice was more important than the people

he was hurting?

What are you gonna think of yourself 100 years from now

when someone's coming after you for killing a good man,

and you're trying to explain your reasons?

I really hope he listens when your friends try to

stand up for you.

[strange humming]

-When the time comes, I hope I'll have someone like you to

speak for me.

Are you ready?

-Whenever you are.

-Outside.

Five minutes.

-OK.

I want you to listen to me.

You're gonna go out there.

And it's not about Culloden, and it's not

about the Earl of Rosemont.

You've gotta just--

just forget about all that.

And you just worry about coming back.

OK?

-With my shield, or on it.

It'll be fine.

-I've waited a long time for this.

-Maybe we both have.

Not this time.

The war's over.

Walk away.

-You really thought I'd lose?

-Yeah.

You didn't?

-It wasn't about that.

You guys still don't get it, do you?

-No.

-I had to take responsibility for what I'd done.

Nothing you two can do was ever gonna solve it for me.

I had to face him and fight the best fight of my life,

knowing he'd do the same.

Just trust the fates to decide the winner.

-Trial by combat.

Whoever survives is proved right in the eyes of the law.

-Bright boy.

-But what if he comes after you again?

-He won't.

-How do you know that?

-Because I wouldn't.

-Well, he's not you.

-He's not that different.

None of us are.

We all make mistakes.

-And we all have mistakes to forgive.

-Speaking of mistakes--

there seems to be an inspector who is determined to put my

cute little butt in jail.

-Sorry about that.

-Mm.

Should I forgive you?

-Oh, no.

I don't think you should.

-I think this is my cue to leave.

-Bye, Methos.

-Bye, Methos.

-You guys be good.

-If not, we'll try to be better.

[SONG PLAYING - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]