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JOE [VOICEOVER]: An old enemy of MacLeod's, Liam O'Rourke,

kidnapped Amanda and me as bait for revenge.

-First Amanda, now Joe.

I see a very worrying pattern developing here.

-I wonder how MacLeod's face will

look as he watches you die.

Shoot the woman and take her head.

-Wait.

-For God's sake, MacLeod.

You can't do this.

-No one else dies because of me, Joe.

JOE [VOICEOVER]: MacLeod is left with a choice-- his life

or ours.

FITZ: MacLeod, did you really think

you would change the world all by yourself?

MACLEOD: Why am I here?

FITZ: You've been given a gift, dear boy.

Time to to see what the world's like without you.

MACLEOD: That's not Amanda.

-This Amanda never met you.

Here, there never has been a Duncan MacLeod.

-Tessa?

It's really her?

She's alive?

Tessa's alive?

-She never died.

Not here.

-Mommy!

MACLEOD: Are those her children?

-Yes.

-At least she's happy.

-Oh, I missed you.

Oh, boy, I missed you.

-Oh, look at her, Fitz.

-Whoa, laddie.

Where do you think you're going?

-I have to talk to her, Fitz.

-Remember, MacLeod, this Tessa never met you.

JOE [VOICEOVER]: 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 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.

Take me to the future of your world.

TESSA: I would like to talk to Mr. Berry, please.

Yes.

Yes, OK.

Hi.

Hi, Dennis.

How are you?

Great.

What about the catalog?

And the printing?

Yeah?

Oh, no.

I'm gonna be in Rome next week.

Mm-hmm, for an exhibition, yeah.

[chuckling]

May I help you?

-I was just wondering-- um, is this yours?

-Mine?

No.

This is a Coutelle.

Oh, I did sculpt once, but I haven't in years.

I wasn't very good.

-You were wonderful.

-You knew my work?

Weren't we in an art class together at the Sorbonne?

It was so long ago.

I'm afraid I'm not very good with names.

-Duncan.

Duncan MacLeod.

-Nice seeing you again, Duncan.

I'm--

-Tessa Noel.

I know.

You know, your hands were like magic.

Everything you touched seemed to come alive.

You know, you once said, breathing life into metal

was the nearest thing we could get to feeling like God.

-I said that?

-Madam, excuse me.

Could you help me?

-Oh.

Excuse me.

I have to go.

-Yeah, I--

-Hello, how are you?

WOMAN: Great.

Nice to meet you.

-How could she do it?

How could she give up sculpting?

FITZ: No buyers, MacLeod.

Two Macallan malt whiskeys made from Scotland's finest waters,

please.

-Somehow I never expected the dead to need

anything to eat or drink, Fitz.

Even you.

-What?

No more Guinness?

My God.

That would be hell.

No more champagne?

No more strawberries and cream?

-Fitz, you're such a--

-Duncan?

-Tessa.

-May I join you?

-Please.

Sit down.

-It's so strange, but the moment I saw you in the gallery,

I felt-- I'm not sure what I felt.

-[speaking french], madame?

-Cassis and sodas, please.

-Yes, that will be fine.

-Tessa, there you are.

Hello, my darling.

-Hi.

-I'd better call you right back.

The gallery told me that you had just stepped out.

-Andres, this is Duncan MacLeod, an old friend

from the Sorbonne.

Duncan, this is Andres Seguy, my husband.

-Oh.

-Pleasure's mine.

-Thank you.

-College.

Great times, eh?

Too bad it has nothing to do with the real world.

What's your field of work, Duncan?

-I'm in antiques.

-Antiques?

I always wondered who decides when

something that's old and used becomes priceless.

-Time and passion.

-Look, I'd love to stay and chat, but we really have to--

-Oh, yeah.

-Why don't you join us later for dinner?

-Oh, no.

I'm sure Duncan is much too busy.

-I don't want to, um, intrude.

-Nonsense.

The children are staying with their grandparents

for the evening, and it'd be great to have

an adult conversation for a change.

-All right.

I'll be there.

-Good.

I'll give you my card.

8 o'clock?

-Sure.

Fine.

-Wonderful.

Tessa?

-You're playing with fire, laddie.

-Let's pick up the children at your mother's,

and then drive down to Cap Ferrat Friday night.

-I've got a million things to do.

-Please, Andres.

-Sweetheart, do you think I like working 70 hours a week?

Do you like our life, the private schools,

the house in the country, the gallery,

which loses money every year?

-Never mind.

I'm sorry I brought it up.

-Call Frances at the office, and have her set it up.

You know I can't refuse you anything.

[bell]

-Hi.

-Won't you come in?

-I guess I will.

It's a lovely home.

-Well, you should have seen it when we bought it.

It was such a mess.

I spent a year putting it back together.

-Well, it's beautiful.

Just beautiful.

Thank you.

-There was nothing wrong this place

that 2 million Francs couldn't fix.

How are you, Duncan?

-I'm well, thank you.

-Wine?

-Yes.

ANDRES: Darling?

-Oh, thanks.

ANDRES: Cheers.

[phone ringing]

I'll get it.

Damn it, Al.

The plans have been approved.

I'm on my way.

The whole thing's falling apart.

-Can someone else go, just this once?

-There's no one else.

-What about dinner?

-My apologies, Duncan.

Duncan's an old friend.

I'm sure you have plenty to talk about without me.

I'll call you.

-Duncan--

-I should go.

It's been nice seeing you.

-Duncan.

It's a pity to waste all that food.

I wish you could stay.

-I can't.

Tessa, after you left the Sorbonne, what happened?

-What do you mean?

-You loved your work so much.

You had such passion for it.

-Passion doesn't put food on the table or a roof over your head.

I was naive.

I was a schoolgirl when you knew me.

And nobody cares about my work anymore.

-I do.

-I've kept a few pieces from the old days.

Would you like to see them?

Oh, the bulb must be out.

I don't think I've been in here since Suzanne was born.

We talked about turning it into a play room for the children,

but somehow I couldn't.

-Inamorata.

-What did you say?

-Inamorata.

Two lovers destined to be together forever, but forever

kept apart by the gods.

-No one knows that.

I never told anyone.

Not even my husband.

How could you possibly know?

-Tessa, do you-- do you believe in-- in fate?

-I want to.

-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

-Duncan.

Duncan.

-Tessa?

-It was wrong.

My husband.

My children.

-I'm sorry.

I just want you to be happy.

-Happy?

I thought I was happy.

-Tessa--

-Go.

Please, Duncan.

Just go.

-Oh, Fitz, I should never have gone.

What-- why'd you let me?

-Oh, laddie, you didn't create the emptiness in her life.

You just made her look at it.

Sooner or later, she was bound to realize what she'd given up.

It's her destiny here.

Destiny is like a river, MacLeod.

-Oh, no.

Come on, Fitz.

-Have a little respect for the dead, laddie.

As the Spanish say, que sera sera, what will be will be.

A case in point, dear boy.

-No.

-I'll be right back.

-Fitz!

-My dear, your beauty lights up this bar like a beacon

in a storm.

MAN: Hey, give me a beer.

I said give me a beer.

Oi, ya tart.

What's it take to get served in this hole?

FITZ: Easy, my friend.

Can't you see the lady's engaged?

-Methos.

-Delightful chap.

-What's your problem?

-Me?

Nothin'.

-You're looking at me as if you know me.

You don't know me.

-Maybe it's your sunny disposition.

Looking for something?

Hm?

How about two out of three?

-Let me give you some advice.

You keep your eyes to yourself.

-We could find a cozy spot, find a place out of the city.

Two days, that's all I ask.

-Say goodnight, Fitz.

-But I was just telling her how she

could repay me for saving her.

-Yeah.

Did you forget the part about you being dead here?

Come on.

-Oh.

-Are you dead here?

I mean, Kalas killed you because of me.

-No.

Here I've been pushing up daisies for 280 years.

Some business about blowing up King George

went horribly wrong, and there was--

-Run!

FITZ [VOICEOVER]: --no lummoxing Scotsman there to save my ass.

So I had to keep an appointment with the headman's axe.

I don't know about you, MacLeod, but that 280 years

was rather important to me.

So don't worry about me.

You worry about your friend, Methos.

-What happened to him, Fitz?

-Well, he-- he did what I do all the time.

And what all of us do eventually.

He-- he fell in love.

-Where are we?

-More appropriately, when are we?

Made a little jump in time, dear boy.

It's 1995 here, round about the first time you met him.

-Please.

Please, just let me tell them.

-What are you gonna tell them, Jillian?

That I am an immortal and I've been masquerading

as a Watcher all these years?

They're not going to like that.

They're not going to throw a party.

-They know you.

They like you.

You'll make all immortals human to them.

-Do you think that the Turks didn't

know the Armenians were human?

Do you think that Hitler didn't know the Jews were?

I have listened to the screams of midwives

being burned by women that they had nursed through labor

because suddenly they thought they were witches.

To admit they were wrong, they would

have to admit that they were murderers.

It's easier for them to make believe

that we're all an abomination and just let the killing go on.

-There's going to be a war, and you have to do something.

-I am doing something.

I'm staying alive.

That's all that matters in the end.

I love you, Jillian.

More than I've loved anyone in so long, I-- can't remember.

That's why I told you.

But you have to trust me on this one.

You trust me?

-[WHISPERS] I love you.

FITZ [VOICEOVER]: And he trusted her enough to buy her a ring

and ask her to marry him.

She was one brave girl, that Jillian.

-Jillie?

FITZ [VOICEOVER]: She was determined

to make Horton see that immortals

weren't all abominations.

-Surprise.

-Oh, darling.

Please, don't be angry with me.

METHOS: What have you done?

-This is our chance to finally stop the killing.

-I'm afraid I can't agree.

[gunshot]

-No!

-No!

[screaming]

-Greetings, brother.

-Forgive me.

-Methos became bitter, filled with hate.

And Kronos gave him a vent for that hatred.

The Horsemen rode again, and they made the Russian mafia

look like the Vienna Boys Choir.

-But how could that happen?

-Oh, Kronos wanted to put the Four Horsemen together again,

and you weren't there to stop them.

-But Methos had changed.

-Well, without you, he hadn't changed enough.

Pity for him.

And a pity for Richie.

-What happened to Richie?

-Ooh, now that's another sad story.

When you met him, he was a tough kid

from the streets who stole because it

was easier than working for a living.

And he liked the rush.

But he got busted and decided it was

better to skip bail and vacation in Mexico than face three

to five years in jail for breaking and entering.

[gunshot]

Nothing much else changed, except the way

he died the first time.

[gunshot]

And when he came back to life, he

didn't know what had happened to him.

So he kept on running.

First, it was from the police in the states.

So he left the country thinking he would be safe.

Then the immortals came hunting.

He ran from city to city, always wondering

how they were able to find him.

Richie still had no teacher.

He had no idea what he was or why people he had never known

were trying to kill him.

Methos became Richie's teacher.

But he taught him a lot more than how to use a sword.

-It's done.

-Any problems?

-I didn't think $1 million would be that heavy.

Oh, yeah.

-I think our friend is a quick learner.

-Well, I can always spot potential.

-Time, I think, for a little test.

-Dawson, you think?

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who's Dawson?

-He's one of the bastard who killed our brothers, Caspian

and Silas.

-Hey, whatever you want, I'm your man.

-We want him dead.

-Don't even think about running.

-Very funny.

-Get in here.

-You know, you must be pretty good to break in here.

-Yeah, I'm good enough.

-You sure that safety's off?

-Shut up.

Sit down.

-What do you want, kid?

-I said, sit down!

-OK.

Now what?

-Now you die, that's what.

-It's just that easy, is it, kid?

-Yeah.

-Then how come your hand's shaking

like an 80-year-old with the DTs?

-Because-- because I hate you.

-You don't even know me.

-You're a Watcher man.

You're one of them bastards that's trying to kill us.

-No.

Not me.

That's Horton.

-Yeah.

Right.

-You're not gonna shoot me, Richie.

Yeah, I know your name.

You've been running my guys ragged

across the States, Barcelona, Rome, Marseilles.

It's just too bad it had to be Methos to be the one

to find you.

-Methos is a great man.

-Yeah.

He could've been.

But now he's scum, kid.

You are an immortal, Ritchie.

Do you have any idea the gift you have been given?

Don't let him turn you into something you're not.

You're not a killer, Richie.

-Shut up, man.

-You can live forever.

Or you can kill forever.

It's up to you.

-We were waiting for you.

Got a little bit anxious when you didn't turn up.

-He doesn't look happy.

-Is he dead?

-I'm sorry.

I tried.

I couldn't do it.

-Not a problem.

-Come on.

You look like you could do with a drink.

-Yeah, I could.

Thanks.

-Let's do it.

-What's going on?

[unsheathing sword]

-It's a reckoning.

-Oh, come on, man.

Just give me another chance.

-You're just not the man for the job, Richie.

-I'll-- I'll blow town, man.

I swear, you won't even know I exist.

-[CHUCKLING] How true.

-No weak links.

-Oh, Methos, please.

I thought we were friends.

-We are friends.

Goodbye, my friend.

-No!

-That son of a bitch.

That son of a bitch.

Where is he, Fitz?

-When will you get it through your thick head

that you can't make a difference here?

-Fitz, where is he?

-Don't blame me.

I'm only the messenger.

You can't change anyone's fate.

MacLeod, if you've got a problem,

take it up with the front office.

-Fitz, you take me to him, and you take me to him now.

FITZ: Oh, well.

You asked for it, laddie.

Now, where were we?

Ah, yes.

Two years later, Joe's gone to hell

because he's lost the Watchers and the Horsemen

are about to persuade him to lead them to Horton.

-Hey, Joe.

Long time no see.

-Just tell me where Horton is, Joe, and you can go home.

But you hold out on me-- well, you

don't want to hold out on me.

-So you want me to rat out the Watchers.

And why would I want to do that?

Especially to you?

-What is it, Joe?

You're still upset about the kid we sent after you?

That was a mistake, Joe.

And it was a long time ago.

Let bygones be bygones.

The Watchers were yours, Joe.

They were yours.

And Horton, he took them away from you.

He made you what you are today.

Do you like what you are?

-At least I'm not a murderer.

-What about Horton?

How many people has he killed?

Surely you want to put a stop to that.

-How many have you killed?

If I'm going to pick sides, I'm sticking with the humans.

-Joe.

Joe, Joe.

I-- you and I, we're-- we're old friends.

But Kronos, he's not your friend.

Haven't you got anything for me?

[spitting]

This is going to hurt, Joe.

-Trouble?

Look, all he needs is a little bit of encouragement.

METHOS: When was he here, Joe?

Six months ago?

A year?

I'm gonna give you one more chance to tell us where he is.

-Just try the Yellow Pages.

-Do you really need to be a hero that badly?

-Maybe there's something here after all.

-What's it gonna be, Joe?

The heart or maybe the belly?

Perhaps a little off the top here.

-I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

-Never heard of you.

-Kill him!

-I've seen that one before.

-Kill him!

Kill that bastard!

-What are you?

-Ghost of Christmas past.

-So this is a world without Duncan MacLeod of the Clan

MacLeod.

Amanda's dead.

Joe's about to die.

Tessa will drift into bitterness,

facing a life without passion.

Richie Ryan lived and died a thief.

And me?

Well, I'm missed out on almost two centuries of living.

Now, that's an awful lot of unhappy women.

-Oh, Fitz, I missed you.

-Not half as much as I missed you, laddie.

[distant singing]

But it's time for you do go home now.

There's places to go.

-Places to go?

-And friends that need you.

-Yeah.

I guess.

Goodbye, Fitz.

-And you make sure it's a long time

before you darken my doorstep again.

Do you hear me?

-Mm-hmm.

I hear you.

-MacLeod.

Look up.

-What?

FITZ: Look up, you sill bugger.

-Come on, come on.

-Where am I?

-What?

-Where am I?

-You're in Paris.

I just saved your life.

I had to get you shot to do it, but you've

got to take the rough with the smooth.

-We were fighting, you and I. You killed Richie, then Joe.

-What are you raving at?

Joe is a bit tied up at the moment,

and you've been off down the bloody rails.

Now, come on.

-How long have I been gone?

-I don't know.

A couple of minutes.

What's it matter?

We've got to get out of here.

O'Rourke's merry men are probably right behind me.

-Aren't you the smart one?

[gunshot]

Come on, boy.

O'Rourke wants you alive.

-You ever hear of people coming back from the dead?

-You're daft.

I should just shoot you now and be done with you.

-Then I guess you don't even believe in ghosts, then do you?

-Don't try it.

-Not bad for a ghost.

-You should see me at Halloween.

-I think I have a costume for you.

-You know, this "bad guy just your size" routine never works,

MacLeod.

-All O'Rourke has to do is buy it for 30 seconds.

-He's been gone a long time.

-Yeah, well, maybe that means he got away.

-Maybe it doesn't.

-It's about time.

-What, did you miss me?

-You cheeky sod.

You show a little respect.

[gunshot]

-Respect?

-You gave your word, MacLeod.

-Let's just say I had a change of heart.

Now, I hope you can be flexible about this, because we

can do this the old-fashioned way,

without any outside interference.

-I should have shot the bastard when I had the chance.

-Thanks.

MacLeod!

-Come on.

[music - "amazing grace"]

[screaming]

-Oh, baby.

Oh, I thought I'd lost you.

-Never.

Never again.

[music - "o bonny portmore"]

MACLEOD: You know, I don't who or what you are, Methos.

And I know, you don't want to hear this.

But you did teach me something.

You taught me that life's about change,

about learning to accept who you are, good or bad.

And I thank you for that.

-I can't imagine my life without you, Mac.

The fact is, I don't want to.

-I love you.

I do.

-Really?

-Yeah.

You make my heart glad.

You always have.

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.

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world.