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[pills rattling]

-Feeding time, Henry.

I got red pills, yellow pills, the blue ones, the works.

-So, uh, who gets the Happy Meal?

-Number 7.

-The chick with amnesia?

[chuckles]

And what makes you think she won't try to

bite you again, Romeo?

-Because, fool, she has amnesia.

[both laugh]

-She probably don't remember.

[laughs]

You have a name, number 7?

Nobody home.

Hell, yeah, you don't even know where you are.

[echoing footsteps]

-You promise not to fuss, maybe I take

this off for a while.

What do you say?

Guess that's a yes, huh?

[echoing footsteps]

-Good.

You just relax now.

Let Jocko help you remember.

Jocko is going to take care of everything.

-Can I help you?

[gunshots]

-Aagh!

Ugh!

-Good.

Listen, I--

I didn't do nothing!

Uh, no, no!

[gunshots]

-There's something wrong with her.

-You care?

-She's not moving.

-Ha.

So much the better.

-[gasps]

[gunshots]

-Ugh!

-Urgh!

-Uh!

-Ugh!

[clatters]

-[gasping]

OFFICER [ON RADIO]: This is an all-point bulletin for the

Central District.

We are on alert at the Center of the Criminally Insane.

Suspect is Caucasian female, 5 foot 6 inches.

-[panting]

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 the 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!

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world.

[birds chirping]

-[gasp]

-No, no.

It's-- it's OK.

I, uh, I was just--

I was sleeping.

-Do you live here?

-No.

It's not very comfortable.

-What's your name?

-I don't know.

-How come you don't know your name?

Everybody knows their own name.

Are you sick?

-Maybe I am.

-Then you should go home.

-Maybe I should.

-Ah, the eye.

It's my biggest problem, always the eyes.

The claws are not so difficult, you see.

Or even the-- the teeth.

These things show only the anger and the rage.

Easy stuff, really.

But the eyes, it's different.

The eyes are always the hardest.

You know why, Lazlo?

No?

Perhaps you, Zep?

Because the eyes alone show intelligence, something you

wouldn't know about.

The order was simple, yes?

The objective, clear.

Medicated, lying in a hospital bed.

A goddamn girl is all, and you can't even kill her and bring

her to me.

-But--

but Gen.

Vladic, she--

she ran.

-Oh my, really?

You expect her to stand and wait for a bullet, like those

miserable peasants in Garadjna?

You're supposed to be soldiers!

If we were still in the field, I will have you

buried in the lime pit.

And I wouldn't waste a bullet first.

-But I don't think--

-Exactly!

You follow orders.

I want this girl dead.

And I want you to bring me her body.

Start using your eyes to find her now.

Maybe I decide you don't need them anymore.

-Gen.

Vladic.

Sir, there was something wrong with her.

-Yes, yes, she's still alive.

-No, no.

There is something more.

I don't think that she was hiding.

I don't think that she knew us.

VLADIC [OFFSCREEN]: Don't be stupid.

How could she not know you?

-Lazlo.

-That's interesting.

Seems our little problem has amnesia.

She has no idea who she is.

Smile, Zep.

Makes your job that much easier.

-How?

-Because without her memory, she will be forced to rely on

instinct, like an animal.

Did you ever hunt a--

a big cat?

Of course not.

Until I turned you into soldiers, you

couldn't flush a toilet.

A wounded animal is confused and frightened.

It goes to ground to-- to some place it feels

safe, somewhere familiar.

She's wounded.

And she will go to ground.

Here.

-Are you sure this is where you want to go, Miss?

-No.

[car horn honks]

[voices echoing, indistinct]

[gunshots]

-Don't!

-Ungh!

Are you crazy?

What?

Just what do you think you're doing, lady?

What the hell's the matter with you?

-I thought it was a gun!

-Jeez, look at this thing!

It's my phone!

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: No, no.

Heh.

[speaking arabic]

[laughs]

OK.

[speaking arabic]

-[speaking arabic]

Thursday.

-You speak Arabic?

-I guess I do.

-You guess?

You mean you don't know if you speak Arabic or not?

Go on.

You buy something, or you get lost.

-A paper, "The Times." That-- that one there.

-Well?

-[gasps]

You know, I, uh, I've changed my mind.

I--

I won't take it after all.

I've got no money.

[phone beeps]

-Oh no, you're not calling the police, are you?

No!

Please don't call the police!

-No, only my brother.

A moment, please.

-No, please don't call the police!

-It's nothing, I swear!

-Please don't call the police, please!

[crash]

-Police!

Police!

[buzzing]

-Kyra!

It's me, Macleod.

-Behind you!

-Kyra!

Kyra, what's going on?

Kyra, at least, come out and talk to me.

Kyra?

Kyra?

Ugh!

Oh, what was that for?

Kyra!

Kyra!

I'm not going to hurt you.

Kyra, what's going on?

-You know me?

-We were friends.

-Friends?

Then why did you chase me?

-Because you ran.

We were friends.

At least, I thought we were.

What happened to you?

-I don't know.

OFFICER [ON RADIO]: 5' 6", she's got--

[tires screech]

[police siren]

-What did you do?

They're not after me.

Now, what did you do?

[tires screech]

-I don't know.

You understand?

I don't--

I don't know.

-We'll talk about it afterwards.

Come on.

It's either them or me.

Your choice.

But you better make it fast.

-Kyra.

Kyra.

Kyra.

Now, are you happy?

Doesn't mean anything.

-Well, it's your name.

-Right.

That's what you keep telling me.

-Then what do you remember?

-A room.

A white room.

Chemicals.

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: A hospital.

Go on.

Keep trying.

-[gasps]

-What is it?

-Oh, my god!

There was a gun.

There was a--

there was a body.

There was a dead body.

What does it mean?

-You tell me.

-I can't.

Don't you get it?

I'm trying, but I can't get anything out of there.

Oh, just forget it.

Just forget it.

-Fine, you want to run, go ahead.

But where are you going to go?

You've got no money.

You've got no ID.

You don't even know who you are.

-I don't know who the hell you are!

Why should I trust you?

Give me a reason.

Give me one good reason.

-Because there is no one else.

ZEP [OFFSCREEN]: We waited all day!

But she did not show.

-But she knew.

Only a matter of time, and when she

does, you will be there.

-Seems like a lot of trouble--

[gun cocking]

---for nothing.

She can't remember anything.

Forget about her!

-Sooner or later she will remember everything

and come for me.

And it's always better to be the hunter than the prey.

Always.

Ask any of them.

[snap]

-Do you mind?

God, that hits the spot.

-I should hope so.

-10th century Moorish, Umayyad period.

Nice piece.

-Yes, it is.

But how did you know?

-I don't know.

How did I know?

How could I know something like that?

You're right.

Maybe I'm a history professor or an antiquities dealer.

Someone in the arts, museums.

Something like that.

-Maybe or maybe not.

-Right.

The "immortal" thing.

Hold on.

My name is Kyra.

And you and I have known each other-- correct me if I'm

wrong here, huh?

400 years.

-Well, actually, it was more like 350.

[chatter]

[buzzing]

[door bangs open]

-Wine, innkeep.

And leave the bottle.

-Look, Dupin.

It's one of the queen's loyal helpers.

DUPIN [OFFSCREEN]: Oui, frere.

Heh, they send a woman to do a man's job?

-To be flat on her ass before the night is through.

[men laugh]

-Or flat on her back.

-Gentlemen, I would take care how you address the lady.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Oh, who's he?

-These are no gentlemen.

And the lady can take care of herself.

-You've forgotten what it's like to be a woman.

I think you need a real man to remind you, hm?

-What men?

All I see are a pair of miserable toads who work for

the bastard Richelieu.

-Cardinal Richelieu does the work of God!

-Somehow I doubt God spends much of his time in

the sewers of France.

Tell me, is it true Richelieu has syphilis?

[crowd gasps]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: No, no.

-Because if it's so, that's quite an

accomplishment for a eunuch.

[woman gasps]

-Maybe he's not a eunuch.

But you know, I hear it's, um--

[clangs]

-[grunts]

[clangs]

-Urgh!

[thud]

[clangs]

-Aargh!

-Ugh!

-Aie!

-Ugh!

[clangs]

-Agh!

-Aah!

[clatters]

-And what do you call Her Majesty Queen Anne, our

sovereign monarch?

I can't hear you?

-A saint.

-And Cardinal Richelieu is?

Go on, say it!

-A bastard.

-A traitorous, stinking sewer rat of a bastard.

And don't forget it!

[door slams]

[horses neigh]

-I think you have no real love for Cardinal Richelieu.

-You're very astute.

A Scotsman, I take it.

-I'm Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod.

And you are?

-Off to bed.

Innkeep, a room for the night.

-I'm afraid it has already been taken.

But I'd be happy to share it with you, under strictly

honorable circumstances, of course.

-Of course.

Here.

[coins clink]

-My share.

-Ehh, get up.

-There's only one bed.

-Then there's only one sensible course of action.

-You mean, kill the innkeeper?

-No, I mean you take the bed, of course.

-Why "of course"?

-Because you're a lady.

-I'm beginning to realize why the English beat the Scots.

We'll share the bed under strictly honorable

circumstance, huh?

-Oh, ahem, "strictly honorable," very strictly.

You picked a fight with those two on purpose.

-Tomorrow, the queen will pass by.

And none of the cardinal's men will trouble her.

I'm the queen's protector.

I'm very good at my job.

-Apparently.

-I've never met a Scotsman before.

Tell me, are they well-armed?

-Ahem, what exactly do you mean?

-I mean their swords, of course.

What did you think I meant?

-Oh!

Uh, your French toad-stabbers, they're fine for some, but

they're kind of puny.

-You think them small?

-Ouf!

They're hardly worth your while.

Now, a Scotsman's weapon, that's another matter.

Once it gets going, there's nothing that can stop it.

-[sighs]

Really?

-Aye.

Two hands to hold the thing.

I doubt you can even hold it.

[clears throat]

-Surely, you exaggerate.

-No.

Not a wee bit.

Come to Scotland and I'll show you.

-Scotland?

-You didn't think I could bring it in here, did you?

I mean, the bloody thing wouldn't fit through the door!

-Uh, oh, you mean your sword.

-The claymore, of course.

What did you think I meant?

-I--

-Ow!

Uh.

-[gasps]

-Oh, I'm sorry that I--

I don't--

Macleod?

-Hm?

-Can you sleep?

-No.

You?

-No.

Now, why do you suppose that is?

-I have a theory.

Shall I tell you?

-Is it strictly honorable?

-[grunts]

-Show me then.

If you expect me to believe that, then-- then you're the

one that should be in the hospital.

I think I'll take my chances alone.

-There's a birthmark on your thigh.

Left leg.

It's inside.

Shaped like a small butterfly.

-Turn around.

[gasps]

Oh, my god.

So you and me were really--

I mean, we were lovers?

You were somebody I could--

[sighs]

Please, I've got to know.

-Once, just one night, we were friends.

But I haven't seen you in over 100 years.

-Can't have been much of a night, then.

-Oh, I don't know.

I remember it.

-OK, maybe you knew me.

But all that other stuff, I just don't buy it.

What's this?

[clangs]

-Stop it!

[clangs]

-It's really true, isn't it?

-All of it.

-So why can't I remember?

I have friends, a life, people that love me.

How can you forget your whole life?

-It's called hysterical amnesia.

When your mind can't handle things, it just shuts down.

The good news is it's not permanent.

You'll get your mind back.

-What if I don't want my memory back?

What if I really killed those people?

[waltz music]

[insects chirping]

[dogs barking]

[rock music plays on radio]

-You.

[dog barks]

[insect chirping]

-[panting]

[waltz music]

-[inhales sharply]

RICHARD [OFFSCREEN]: It's time to go now.

-[hums]

-Now, I really wish you wouldn't do that.

What if you fell?

-You know I'll only bounce.

But anyway, I prefer the view from in here.

-Mm.

-We're going to the countryside.

You won't be in international court anymore.

No more microphones, no more threats, no more reporters.

-Good god, how will we spend our time?

-Leave the diversions to me.

You've earned it after six months on the bench.

-Six months or six years would have been worth it.

Vladic is going to prison for the rest of his life.

-He's an Immortal, Richard.

It won't be forever.

If I'd had my way--

-I know.

You would have had his head.

But his crimes were against humanity.

And humanity's punished him.

-I know.

Look, for a month, we forget all that, huh?

No more courtrooms, no more criminals.

-And no guns?

-[hums]

Not even a small one.

The only problem--

-Hm?

-We're running out of champagne.

[giggles]

Or oysters.

Hm.

-Mm-mm.

-Or Black Sea caviar.

Hmm.

-Um, when are we leaving?

-Practice.

[giggles]

[sobs]

Ah!

Don't move.

[phone rings]

-Hello.

-Always late, huh?

[knocks on door]

-Yeah, just a second.

I'm coming.

-Yes, he is.

But we're just about--

sorry, what did you say?

When?

[buzzing]

-Richard!

No!

[gunshots]

-Ugh!

-No!

[thuds]

[crash]

-I should have known.

I--

I should have been ready.

Oh!

[sobs]

[rock music plays on radio]

-Looking for me?

Mine's a .44--

modified.

Go right through you.

Probably kill your partner, too.

Of course, I'm only a girl.

Might lose my nerve.

Might even miss.

What have you got there?

[gunshot]

-Jesus!

-But not this time.

Take that back to Vladic and tell him I want to see him.

Go!

[car engine starts]

[tires screeching]

[thunder rumbling]

ZEP [OFFSCREEN]: And she shot him through the door!

Aah!

-What the enemy least expected.

Good tactic.

It is better this way.

-Oh, how?

-At least, now, she will come to me.

Now, we fight on my terms, on my ground.

And this time, I would kill her.

Call.

Tell her we meet at the observatory.

-What time?

-Doesn't matter.

We'll already be there.

[buzzing]

-So you're back.

What about all that happened in the papers?

-Not me.

His name is Vladic.

-Milos Vladic?

-He called genocide "military victories."

-And after the trial, the chief judge was murdered--

Albright.

-Richard.

Richard was his name.

Did you ever meet someone truly good, Macleod?

Someone who didn't want money or power or--

or glory?

Somebody beyond temptation and corruption.

-You were his bodyguard.

-I did a hell of a job, didn't I?

-And there's more?

-That's how it started.

God, I loved him.

Richard believed, Macleod.

Believed like--

like nobody I ever met before.

Justice, compassion--

they were his gods.

Being with him was like being inside a warm, bright light.

10 years, Macleod.

I wanted it never to stop.

And then somebody stopped it.

Do you know what that feels like?

-Yeah, I do.

-Macleod, if I don't come back from this, and

you run into Vladic--

-I'll make it a point.

-Thanks.

-[grunts]

-Hm?

-Uh!

-Ugh!

Ugh!

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

TOVIC [OFFSCREEN]: [groaning]

-Agh!

-Nice shooting.

-What?

-But then, you like it when they can't

get away, don't you?

-Oh, yes.

Especially with your judge, it's so much the better.

-Move!

-Wait.

Wait!

Agh!

[clatters]

-Ugh!

Uh!

-[grunts]

-Oh, wait.

Wait!

-Are you sorry?

-What?

-Are you sorry for what you've done?

-Sorry is for a woman, [inaudible].

I sorry for nothing.

-Then I won't be either.

-Wait!

What are you doing?

Aaah!

-Zep.

[radio static]

-Zep?

Tovic, report.

KYRA [ON RADIO]: I'm sorry, but all scumbags are currently

unavailable.

-Where in the hell are you?

KYRA [ON RADIO]: Imagine a big general like you, a real war

hero, and those two are the best you could come up with.

[laughs]

There's no one home, Vladic.

You're lost.

You're alone.

How does it feel?

No more guns.

No more psychopaths to do your dirty work.

Just you and me and this.

-You had your chance.

Your courts, your judges.

No one had the will or strength to stop me.

Vladic is still here.

-Yes, that was my big mistake.

But I'm here to fix that.

-Your mistake was coming here.

A woman trying to do a soldier's job.

-A soldier?

Is that what you call yourself?

[clangs]

-Ungh!

-Ugh!

Arrh!

[clangs]

[both grunting]

[clangs]

-Agh!

-Uh!

Ungh!

[clangs]

-Agh!

[clangs]

-I was a soldier for 1,000 years.

You're no soldier.

You're a butcher.

Ugh!

[thuds]

[zaps]

[burst]

[zapping]

-It's good to see you.

-It wasn't the justice Richard believed on.

But it was justice.

It'll have to do.

-What about the police?

They still want you for questioning.

-I'll keep moving.

Keep looking around.

There's always someone who needs protection.

You know how it is.

-Kyra, if you ever need anything--

-Thanks.

But the lady can take care of herself.

-I remember.

-So do I.

THEME SONG: And 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!

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world.