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-Saturday morning, 3:00 AM.

I guess that makes it truth time.

I hate opera.

-But they were your tickets.

-OK.

You're really going to pull this out of me, aren't you?

Um, here it is.

I was just trying to impress you.

It's pathetic, isn't it?

-Beautiful?

Yes.

Sexy?

Absolutely.

Pathetic?

Not in this lifetime.

-You said you didn't get out much.

-Not lately.

-Me neither.

-So Margaret, what about the other day at the Louvre?

-What?

-The Seurat exhibit?

I thought you said he was your favorite artist.

-Uh oh.

I think I started something.

-Well, you can't blame a guy for wondering.

-Mm.

-Listen, Duncan.

I love the Louvre.

I shouldn't have said anything.

I'm just out of practice, so--

with this dating thing, you know.

-Well.

You know what they say, don't you?

-No.

What do they say?

-Practice makes perfect.

-Ah.

It's a good plan.

So, you get the candles, and I get the lights.

-OK.

[knock on door]

-I'll get them.

-I'm right here.

I'll get it.

That's funny.

There's no one here.

[screams]

MARGARET [OFFSCREEN]: Duncan!

Look out!

Let go of me!

[screaming]

Who are you?

Duncan!

Duncan!

[gunshots]

-Oh!

You're hurting me!

-In the car.

Get in the car.

[tires screech]

[music box noise]

[music box noise]

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 music]

[whimpering]

-Devon Marek.

-Long time, Duncan.

[panting]

[yells]

[grunting]

-What do you stare at, you savage?

Don't judge me.

-I would have thought a man in your position would have

better manners.

-I do not need manners.

I am Devon the Marek, son of the Duke of Willoughby.

I need a surgeon.

-Fine.

Then I'll be off.

Should only take a few days for them to find you.

-Wait!

Wait.

I have not given you permission to leave.

I do not wish it, but you will give me aid.

I command you!

Please, help me.

-That's better.

Let me see, man.

-I'm afraid there's nothing anyone can do.

You'd best make your peace with God.

-I shall not die.

I shall not die.

-Yes, you will.

[grunting]

[coughing]

-Are you a madman?

You would bury a man not yet dead?

-You were dead.

-Go fetch a surgeon.

-Look to your wound.

-Teacher always told me that I'd know another immortal,

even one that didn't even know it yet.

-What is this?

You are a seer?

A sorcerer?

-No.

Conrad, my teacher, told me I would always get this feeling

that-- the same one as I got from

you, but it was different.

Didn't recognize what it was.

-What you sensed was greatness.

-What I sensed, you pompous ass, was immortality.

-Look around you, MacLeod.

I told you I'd accomplish great things.

-You make toys, Marek.

Get over it.

I got your message.

-You were wrong about me, MacLeod, always.

-Was I?

Then why are you hiding behind a woman?

-Who's hiding?

I'm just setting the bait for the hunt.

Allow me to introduce my other guests, MacLeod.

I believe you have already met Monsieur Benoit.

The butchers of Basque, the brothers Montoya.

Over 14 years, they've combined for

57 successful kills.

And then, of course, there's our friend from the States,

Mr. William Robert Shemp.

I'm sure you can call him Billy Bob.

You see, all his friends do.

Mr. Shemp here is the finest bounty hunter ever to come out

of the South.

He'll kill anything for a price.

I mean, just ask his father.

-Let's get this show on the road.

MAREK [OFFSCREEN]: The rules are very simple, MacLeod.

-Since when did you play by the rules?

-They're not for me.

They're for you.

-There are other rules.

We both know them.

-In your world.

In here, I write the rules and they change with the game.

Now, today, it's hide and seek.

You see, I hide this gorgeous young creature here and you

try to find her.

-Cut the games, Marek.

It's me you want.

I'm here.

-Oh, now where's the sport in that?

Now of course, while you're looking for her, my friends

here will be looking for you.

DICE [OFFSCREEN]: Boss?

We're running a little behind schedule.

-This game's mine, Dice.

I say when and I say how.

-Right.

Queue me for the start.

-You have 60 seconds to start running.

-Don't be ridiculous.

Face me, Marek.

-59, 58, 57, 56, 55--

[whimpering]

DICE [OFFSCREEN]: 13, 12, 11, 10, nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one, play ball.

[gunshots]

-[shouts]

-This way.

Go!

Go!

[whoops]

-Dice, pay attention.

-Yeah, I know.

I'm paying attention, man.

I'm multitasking.

I don't get it.

I mean, I do.

No, I don't get it.

Why are we going to the trouble of setting up a live

action simulation for this new game design when we could just

create a design sim on the computer?

No, I'm right.

I don't get it.

-No machine could ever take the place of reality.

We need an accurate simulation.

We've got to start with something that

is virtually real.

-I don't believe--

well, no, I do.

I think virtual is much cleaner

than real, much better.

We're just begging to get beta maxed.

-Just push the buttons, Dice.

-OK.

No, that's fine.

But the whole simulation is flawed.

I mean, this guy gets a price if he

gets out of the building.

Generica, man.

Big deal.

It's not like he's really running

for his life or anything.

[gunshots]

-Get after him!

[gunshots]

-Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

-Oh man, that's hot.

He got out.

That's got to be bonus points, gotta be.

Maybe even a level change.

I can't believe he got out.

-Of course he did, you fool.

Now, what kind of hunt would it be if it

were over so quickly?

-Guys, gotta come this way.

-He's got to be in here!

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Check around here.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: That's him.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: You can't hide, MacLeod!

-Sh.

Sh.

[gunshots]

[car alarm]

[whoop]

[laughter]

-It's all locked there.

We're wasting our time.

-Come on!

Let's go.

Come on.

[grunting]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: What the hell was that?

Here he is.

[gunshots]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: He's upstairs.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: He's mine!

-Only if you get him first.

MAREK [OFFSCREEN]: Well done, Duncan.

You're doing so well for a highland savage.

I've got something else to show you, Duncan.

You can't hide forever.

Let me direct your attention to the security monitors.

You can rescue her before the guard outside her door blows

her brains out and earn 10,000 bonus points or you can put

your tail between your legs and run home.

-You know me better than that, Marek.

-Oh man.

That is way cool.

You offer the hero the doors and he has to choose.

Escape and get all his lives back, or save the damsel in

distress and earn bonus points.

I've got to tell you, boss.

Until now, I never thought you were a real player.

[chuckles]

-Dice, I am the player.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Get out of there.

MAREK [OFFSCREEN]: She's on level G7, MacLeod.

-Really?

Damn you, Marek.

DICE [OFFSCREEN]: Interesting choice.

-There never was a choice.

You can set your watch by heroes.

Now start slowing it down and stop it at area G7.

-Outside interference.

Metaforce.

Very nice.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: He's on his way to G7.

-Who would have figured you for a [inaudible]?

[elevator beeps]

-Today is the day for settling scores, MacLeod.

-You really get into this, don't you?

-You know, Marek, you're beginning to try my patience.

Bye bye.

-High five.

The trashing of the camera, real anger.

Makes the character much more realistic.

I never would have thought of that.

-That's because your characters

are just stick figures.

No motion, no passion, and--

and never that moment of stark fear in their

eyes before they die.

You should try living in the real world for awhile.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: He's up there.

In.

In.

[elevator dings]

[gunshots]

-The hell?

-Upstairs.

He went up.

SHEMP [OFFSCREEN]: Yo, this is Shemp.

He ain't here.

[yells]

-How the hell did they let him get away?

-You said you didn't want it to be easy.

-Right.

-Hey.

It was just a technical analysis.

I mean, when I see something bogus, I should tell you,

right?

-What do you see?

-The whole elevator module looked too good to be real.

I could tell it was fake.

-Oh really?

[panting]

[grunting]

-All right.

He's on the move.

He's going for her.

Confirm.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: I hear you.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Me too.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Don't get in my way, boys.

This one's mine.

-I am totally ambushed, man.

He's going to take the bait.

-They always do.

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

-You!

Poacher!

Stop right there!

I said stop!

-This deer belongs to me, and as you hunt it, so

shall I hunt you.

Stay!

This prey is mine.

Return to the duke at once.

Run, rabbit, run.

[grunting]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Watch it.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Hey MacLeod!

[chemicals burble]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Check on over here.

Where's he going?

-Almost there.

-This way.

-Where are you, boy?

-Hey.

[explosion]

-This is great, man.

It's just--

I'm telling you, it blows me away.

-Are you telling me we lost him again?

-Yeah, and the hillbilly's down.

All we've got left are Spaniards.

-That's more than enough, Dice.

-This is the best beta simulation I have ever seen.

I am talking ever.

-Right.

Where is he now?

-I don't know.

Maybe--

wait a minute.

Oh, this is great.

I'm picking up temperature variance in the air

conditioning system.

Looks like he's in the AC.

-Montoya.

MONTOYA [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah?

-Not you, your brother.

MONTOYA [OFFSCREEN]: Si.

-He's in the air ducts.

Run, little rabbit.

Run.

-Oh.

MARGARET [OFFSCREEN]: Oh god, Duncan.

Thank god you're here.

-You all right?

-You're hurt.

-No, I'm fine.

Let's go.

Go!

-What the hell is going on?

-Go.

[whistling]

[alarm beeping]

-Isn't this a little late in the game to be adding a new

character?

-I sure as hell didn't put him in there.

-It must have been me.

So, I get character creation royalties?

-Shut up, Dice.

The next time you leave a door open, I'll have your head.

-Hello?

[gunshot]

-That cop was no player persona.

-You got a problem?

-You really aced it.

-How very observant of you.

-Why is he doing this?

What does he want from me?

-If it's any consolation, it's not you he's after.

It's me.

-Well, what did you do to him?

-Nothing.

-Hey.

I--

I didn't sign on for this, dude.

-Get back to work.

-You are a nutbar, and I am so out of here.

-Listen to me, Dice.

Now, you make me a lot of money, and it would be a waste

to blow those idiot savant brains all over this room.

-You'd shoot me?

You wouldn't shoot me.

You'd shoot me.

-That's better.

Now, you put your butt back in the chair, and you be a good

little geek.

-Listen, I think I have the right to know.

You must done something to him.

-I helped him one.

-Oh.

Well that explains it, doesn't it?

-It's a long story.

Let's get out of here.

[yelling]

You see?

There is nothing a highland savage could teach a

gentleman, a swordman.

-Aye, I know.

You trained with the best swordsman in the duke's court

and beaten him.

-That is why I am sent here to mind these

dreary holdings in Scotland.

-When an immortal comes for your head, he'll nae be

impressed by your fancy, highfalutin sword work.

-I shall have help.

Is that not why one has retainers?

-There are rules, Marek, by which you are honor bound.

-Don't bore me, MacLeod.

Your rules are not made for one such as I.

-They are not my rules.

They're meant for all of us, for each and

every immortal alive.

-When I shall have my inheritance, I shall build a

castle that no immortal can penetrate

unless by my request.

Will that not be sport, to have a prey I can

kill again and again.

-There must be way too much bone in your royal head for

you to understand, there will be no inheritance nor dukedom.

To the world that knew you, you're dead.

You will have to leave this life and start new one.

-Impossible.

It is only the wretch that stuck me that

knows that I am dead.

-Aye, and all those he's told.

Water?

-I'd come down for your head, MacLeod, but it's an ugly

climb and I have other business.

-Now no one shall know but you and I, and I shall have my

inheritance.

-Then you shall have to silence me as well.

-As you wish.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Marek!

You there!

Halt!

Oh my god.

His Lordship is dead.

[gunshot]

-He's moving through skill levels faster

than Yahoo on a website.

He's awesome, man.

-Do I detect your excitement waning, Dice, or your loyalty?

-No.

Yeah.

What I'm saying is he's almost here.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Check down here.

-What are you doing?

-I'm calling the police.

-I doubt it.

-It's dead.

-Marek has control of everything--

the phones, the elevators, security.

-Oh my god.

He's insane.

-Yeah.

That's putting it mildly.

-So we're just supposed to sit here and wait for those goons

to come and get us now?

-Yes and no.

-Duncan, I--

I hate to interfere, but do you think this is really the

time to be redecorating?

-I've got an idea.

-Ideas are good but guns are better.

-Up on the desk.

-What?

-Get up on the desk until I tell you it's safe.

-Safe.

OK.

I like safe.

-Here.

Pull this apart while you're waiting.

-OK.

Why not?

-They have to be here somewhere.

-We're on the right floor.

- [IN UNISON]: I'll go this way, you go that.

-I don't like this.

-Like what?

-How easy he took out Benoit and Marek.

-You compare us to them?

-Not the Frenchman.

-The Americano?

Huh.

We could never trust him.

They are--

they are--

-They are not brothers.

-Amateurs.

-Exactly.

-The million dollars was meant for us.

- [IN UNISON] It's mine.

I heard it first.

-Watch out.

The water.

-What?

What's the matter, hermano?

Can't swim?

[yelling]

-Tu eres muerto!

[gunshots]

-You OK?

-Fine?

Oh yeah, I'm fine.

-You wait here.

-Wait a minute.

Duncan, wait a minute.

What are you-- where are you going?

What are you doing?

-It's better if you wait here.

-Oh no you don't.

-I know what I'm doing.

-I'm coming with you.

-No.

You'll be safer here.

Look, I'm sorry about all of this.

-I have to say, this has been a hell of a date.

-You trust me?

-Yeah, with my life.

Be very careful.

You're very valuable to me.

-Lock the door behind me.

DICE [OFFSCREEN]: I think this isn't--

no, I do.

I do think this isn't good.

-It took you long enough.

-Look, guys, you're taking this reality

thing way too far.

-I lost everything because of you.

-You lost nothing.

-I lost my whole world, and it's taken me nearly 400 years

to get it back.

But you look around, MacLeod.

I've built an empire.

-Well, you went to enough trouble

trying to find me, Marek.

All you ever had to do was ask.

[gunshot]

-Sorry, Duncan, but a girl's got to pay the bills.

[gunshot]

-Well, he's dead.

-Is that your professional opinion?

-Yes, it is.

-I wish it were that easy.

-Well, you got your body.

Where's the money?

-It's not over yet.

-Look, we had a deal.

-Yes, and the job's not done.

-Oh, what are you trying to pull?

You know no one could survive a fall like that.

-Yes.

You're right.

You're, um, absolutely right.

-Y-- y-- y-- you're supposed to be a game.

-Is this real enough for you?

-[stammers]

I didn't know.

-You didn't know.

-Yes.

No.

I--

I--

I did not.

I didn't.

It's-- it's not my fault.

It was just supposed to be a simulation.

-A simulation?

People are dead, real people, not virtually real.

-I didn't know he was playing for keeps in meat space.

How could I?

Please don't kill me.

It was all Marek.

He's a madman.

He's gone completely postal.

Please, you've got to help me.

-Help you?

-You were trying to kill me.

-Not you.

Him.

-That is me.

-Y-- yes.

I know.

I--

I know now.

I'm sorry.

-Get out of here.

-Where am I going to go?

He's going to find me, and then it's game over.

-All right.

You help me, and I'll help you.

-Anything.

-Get me that chair.

[elevator dings]

-Welcome back to your kingdom, Marek.

-Dice!

-No.

No Dice.

I'm waiting for you now, Marek.

-Dice!

Where the hell are you?

Get me off this elevator.

-I thought you wanted to play.

-MacLeod.

-It's my game now.

My rules.

Goodbye.

-I'm here, MacLeod.

-Just the way it's supposed to be.

You and me.

-I told you before, your rules don't apply to me.

-They do now.

-Now you wouldn't kill an unarmed man, would you?

And I was telling Dice what a hero you are.

How different are we really?

-Go ahead.

Pick it up.

-That was a really big mistake, Duncan.

You can rest assured I wouldn't offer you the same

courtesy.

-Yeah.

That's the difference between you and me.

DICE [OFFSCREEN]: You got to admit, it would have made a

great game.

-You never even saw me.

You got that?

-No dice.

-No MacLeod.

-That's what I mean.

-Not here, not on your monitors.

-Nowhere.

-Not even in your wildest imagination.

-Man, I never go there.

-Right.

[theme music]