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Oh, Kate!

I know, I know.
I know.
Drop the gun.

Why?
Because if you don't,
I'll kill your girlfriend.

Wait. Let me
get this straight.

Either I drop my gun,
or you shoot her?

You got it straight.
Drop the gun. Now. I mean it.
I'll kill the bitch.

Okay. Shoot her.

I mean it. Drop the gun.
Are you hard of hearing?

Hey, if you're gonna do it,
do it. He's not gonna do it.

- I said drop it!
- I haven't got all day, pal!

You're gonna shoot her,
shoot her! Let's go!

- One more time. Drop the gun!
- I'll tell you what.
Hell, I'll do it.

Please. Don't shoot.
Don't shoot.

- Don't.

Now I've done it.

Well, Nadine, you
get to go home now.

Thanks.
It's our pleasure.

Oh, by the way,
this was a brand-new
blouse, you know.

Armani.
Return it.

And how am I gonna
explain the hole?

Moths.
You're gonna
pay for this.

Ah, I'll let you
take it out on trade.

This way.
This way.

No, this is the way out.
No, I distinctly remember
this being the way out.

I told you it was this way.
Oh, please, don't
start rubbing it in.

I always have
a better sense of direction.

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.

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

Baby. My little baby.

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, let me look at you.
I'm all right, Daddy.

It's okay. It's okay.
Let me take you home.
I'm all right.

I just want to thank
these nice people, sweetheart.

Our family would like
to offer you...

a small token
of its appreciation.

Uh, no. Look, you got
your daughter back.
Let's just leave it at that.

I'm not used to doing business
with people who refuse my money.

We're not in business, Caruso.
We took the job because
your kid was in trouble.

So thanks, but no thanks.

For expenses.

He owes me a blouse.

You got style.
I'll give you that.

And whether
you like it or not,

I owe you.

Bye, Mr. Caruso.

This is physically impossible.

Okay, I give up.

I said I give up.

Oh, uncle. Uncle!

Leave me alone!

Where the hell did you
learn that from?

Have you ever heard
of the Kama Sutra?

Yeah. You read it?

Read it?

I modeled
for the drawings.

- You're kidding?

Hold on tight.

Warm hand.

I can feel your heart.

Which reminds me,
you never got your
cholesterol checked.

Now you want to talk
about my cholesterol?

You promised me
you'd do it.

We've been a little busy lately,
in case you hadn't noticed.

That business in New York.
Caruso's little item today.

Where are we next week?
Berlin?

I want to keep you around
for a little while.

What?

I love you.

I love you too.

Okay, give.

What's going on?

Something's up.
Nothing's up.

Nothing?
That's right.

And you're
not lying to me?
Why would I lie to you?

You tell me.

Look, everything's fine.
Can we go to bed now?

Sure.

I'll pick up
the tickets tomorrow.

What tickets?
The Bahamas. Remember?

Couple of days on the beach.
Couple of dozen pina coladas.

Starting to ring a bell?
I can't.
Not this weekend.

No kidding.
I've got a little
business to attend to.

It'll take a few days
to... wrap it up.

It'll take us.

Take us a few days
to wrap up.

No, no, no.
Not this time.

Another Immortal?

It's late.
I don't care.

I hate this crap, Kate.

Good night.

Did you hear me?
I love you.

What we're talking about
are the children of the world.

There is a battle going on
that humanity cannot lose.

We must pray more.
We must do more.

We must give more.
We have no choice.

Even as we speak,

three cargo planes
are being loaded with food
and medical supplies.

Sisters, this is
a great day for us.

And for the children.

We must never forget
the children.

Mission for kids, my ass.

I'd like to see Bartholemew.
If you mean
Mr. Bartholemew--

Fine. I'd like to see
Mr.Bartholemew.

I'm afraid his
schedule's quite full.
Is he expecting you?

Only for the past 700 years.

Uh, wait. No. Wait.
You can't go in there!

Emergency. There's a woman
heading out exit "A."

Excuse me.
Do we have an appointment?

Think hard.

Where the devil have you
been, girl? This is no time
to be running about.

You're with Berta.

How is she doing, Berta?
Her fits are coming
stronger and faster.

If we can't calm
the brain fever,

I fear we'll lose her...
and the child.

Try and get
some of this down her.
What is that?

Yellow root
and Saint John's wort
from the forest.

Yellow root?
Are you trying
to kill her then?

We don't have much time.
Berta, you must trust me.

Come on, love.
Drink, drink. That's it.
That's it. Good girl.

All of it!
She needs all of it.

Come on, love. More.
Have more. Good girl.
There. That's it.

Dear Lord, please--

Yellow root is poison.

How-- How did you know
that it would calm the fits?

Oh, it's nothing.
It's just something I remember
from when I was a child.

Five years ago, you--
you came to me to learn
the healing arts, but...

I think I've learned more
from you than you from me.

You're the true healer,
Katherine. Me, I'm--

I'm just an old woman
who knows a few remedies.

No, Berta.
You gave me a home.

You made me part of your life,
part of your village.

When I came to you,
I was alone and weary.

You healed me in more ways
than you could ever imagine.

Here.

I want you to take this.

- Nay, Berta. No. I couldn't.
- It's time the village
acknowledged its real healer.

No. No.

The healer's not the one
that knows the most recipes
for potions, Berta.

It should be the one
that has the most love to give.

That will always be you, Berta.

Hear me, my brothers
and sisters! Hear me!

God has sent me
to your village.

The day of judgment
is at hand.

We must wrest
Christendom's holy places
from the blood-crazed infidels.

It is God's will
that we fight for him!

Through me, all who
march on Jerusalem...

shall be blessed
by the Holy Spirit.

They will attain glory
in this life...

and paradise in the next.

Who is he?
Brother Bartholemew.

They say he's an agent
of the Pope.

I beseech you
to join the baron
in his holy quest.

A quest for death?

Is it not true that thousands
perish on the journey alone?

Who are you
to question God's will?

I am not speaking to God.
I'm speaking to you.

Any who die on this holy quest,
either on the journey
or in battle,

shall have all their sins
remitted.

By you?

None of you shall be denied
the opportunity...

to give to this
most sacred cause.

In his name
and for your souls,

I go to do the Lord's work.

Read it for me,
Katherine.

It says--
Well, this can't be.

What?
What does it say?

"By order of the baron,
half of the coming harvest
will be tithed."

Half? No!
But we'll starve.

No one will starve.
What will we do?

We'll not pay the tithe.
It is His Lordship's
command.

It's outrageous!
And I for one do not
believe this is God's will.

I agree.

Wear this proudly.
Take courage from the Lord.

Wear this proudly.
Take courage from the Lord.

Wear this proudly.
Take courage from the Lord.

Wear this with pride.
Take courage from--

I must speak to the baron!

Go. Leave the peasant
woman to me.

Yes, milord.
Go!

Yes, yes, sir.

The baron
is otherwise engaged.

Surely even you must see
that this tithe is excessive.

I see no such thing.

But the people cannot survive
a demand such as this
without starving to death!

Is that what
His Lordship wishes?

Is it!

How many men and women must die
to line your pockets with gold?

Who are we to question
God's will?

I'll see what God's will
really is.

So be it.

'Tis fortunate we came along.

Thank you, milord.
She must have been a witch.

No doubt.
No doubt.

I need your guidance
on a matter of state.

Make sure
she's well buried.

Your forgiveness
does you credit.

Unless you're afraid
she might rise from the dead.

Uh, dispose of her.
Yes, milord.

Come along.

Now I remember.

I thought you might.

As you can see,
I'm otherwise engaged.

- Shall we meet for lunch?
- Sounds wonderful.

My car's on level one.
Say noon?

I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

Neither would I.

Oh, sisters,

the Lord moves
in mysterious ways.

Amen.

I love your coat.

Picked it up in Hong Kong
on my last holy mission.

Holy mission. Right.
Did you take the yacht
or the Lear jet?

I owe my life
to the generosity of others.

I'm sorry.
I'm not so generous.

Faith, hope and charity.
These are my weapons now.

- Spare me.
- I don't think so.

What happened to faith,
hope and charity?

Meet Mr. Faith, Mr. Hope.

Charity has the day off.

Do it.

-What's this?
- He's got a gun!

Get in!

Oh, well,

here's to the next time.

Nick--
You're welcome.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I felt like
a weekend in Paris.
Did you follow me?

No, I just happened
to be passing by.

Caruso told me
where you were, okay?

Yeah, well, all I can say
is that Senor Caruso
has a big mouth.

What am I, blind?
Think I didn't see him
slip you that note?

Honey, if I needed your help,
I would've asked for your help.

Were we in the same place?
I just saved your ass.

Come on. I had
everything under control.

Right. Two guys with guns,
woman with a sword.

I can tell you had the situation
completely under control.

Who is he?
You don't need to know that.

Who is he, Kate?

His name is Bartholemew.

Wait. Let me guess.

You've been searching
for him for a zillion years,

and now that you've
found him, you're gonna
have to kill him.

How am I doing here?
Don't do that.

What?
Piss on something
you don't understand.

Come on.
Let's go, let's go.
Quicken up.

All right.

Will you not reconsider,
Brother Bartholemew?

My place is with
my fellow pilgrims.

Marching to Jerusalem.

You set a fine Christian
example for the rest of us.

Why, my word, the Pope
shall hear of this directly.

Milord is too kind.

Before I leave,

the small matter of the tithe.

Ah, the peasants
refuse to pay?

They blame you
for the death of their healer.

That witch who attacked you?

Something must be done.

Yes, yes.
And soon.

The king would not look kindly
upon a rebellion.

Even less kindly
upon a lord who allowed
his peasants to run amok.

You are wise in such things.

Counsel me.

Well, firstly,

I think an example
must be made.

An example. Yes.

Oh, no! No! Berta!

Berta! Berta!

No! No!

I want you to take this.

It's time the village
acknowledged its real healer.

You're the true healer,
Katherine.

I'm just an old woman
who knows a few remedies.

I tracked that bastard
halfway across Europe,

but he managed to fake his death
before reaching the Holy Land.

Over the years,
I'd get a line on him.

When there was a war,
a famine, he'd be there.

I'd hear about
how he was raising money
to save the suffering...

and crusading
to provide for refugees,

the lost souls of the world.

But in reality, it was mostly
going to his favorite charity,

himself.

The bastard was cleverly
hiding the cash he'd ripped off.

Now he's in Paris
running the same old scam.

Nothing changes.
People are still dying,

and that son of a bitch
keeps raking in the millions.

I say we get a line
on the money first.

No, I don't want his money.
I want his head.

That's very big of you.

I wonder if that's
what the kids want--

you know, the ones
he's stealing from.

I hate you.
That money could feed
a lot of babies.

But if you want
to kill him, kill him.

I really hate you.

Yeah?
Yeah.

How much do you hate me?
I really, really hate you.

Cleaning crew's still
on the second floor.
Excellent.

There's gotta be some hidden
files, maybe a whole directory.

Come on.
Look, if you've got
a better idea, I'm all ears.

Besides, Bartholemew
was never very subtle.

I don't believe it.

Well done.
Not bad, huh?

You've got an unscheduled
arrival. Move. Go.

Okay, roger that.
Let's move it out, 6:00.

Go. Go. Move it.

Let's go.
Let's go.

Damn it.
It's encrypted.

Yeah.
Figures.

Okay, my turn.

Be my guest.

Well, you said he wasn't
big on subtlety.

Take that way.
Come with me.
All right.

No way.

God, I can't believe you.

God, no wonder
I fell in love with you.

Look at this.
The son of a bitch.

Stocks, bonds.

And you were worried.

Holy--

Police! Freeze!

No outstanding warrants.

Records clean.
In fact--

My, my! What's this?
Commendation.

No, actually...

two official
commendations for...

"services rendered
in the apprehension of"...

et cetera, et cetera,

et cetera.

Next thing I know,
you'll be helping old ladies
cross the street.

I'm glad you approve.
So, I guess we'll be on our way.

Not so fast.

Surprised?

That was my first reaction too.

I thought to myself,
"So many passports...

for just two people."

Money from a half a dozen
countries,

and look at the names
on these credit cards!

Who are all these people?

Not to mention the weapons.

My goodness.
I was completely overwhelmed.

I assume that you've
got a search warrant
for all of this stuff.

Do you really think
I need one?

Why am I not surprised?

I suppose you have the proper
permits and licenses for these.

Why amInot surprised?

Would you care to tell me
how you got the guns
through airport security?

- If you'll tell us why you're
bugging Bartholemew's office.
- I ask the questions.

- What are you doing in Paris?

- Vacation.
- With guns, a dozen passports,
breaking and entering?

Package deal?

Look, why don't we
cut through it?

You were staking out
Bartholemew. You must
know he's dirty.

- And now you've got his
Swiss bank account numbers.
- Thanks to you.

- Yeah. Just trace
the account, you got him.
- What a wonderful suggestion.

I certainly would not
have thought of it myself.

'Cause if I had, I would've
discovered that our charming
Mr. Bartholemew...

had exactly, uh,
$6,300 in his Swiss account.

Sixty-three hundred?
You must mean 63 million.

Not unless the exchange rate
has taken a sudden turn
for the worse.

Tha-That can't be.

You see, we've had
the charming Mr. Bartholemew
under surveillance for months.

And?
Nothing.

Nothing?
And that's all
we're gonna get.

Nine months of work,
3,000 man hours...

for nothing.

We're pulling the operation.

It's over, thanks
to you good Samaritans.

Thank you.
You've made my day.

Are they out?

In 10 minutes they will be.

And that makes you happy?

They've confiscated
their guns.

She'll be unarmed.

That makes me happy.

Thank you.

You don't have to
babysit us, Bertrand.

Nonsense. I'm saving you all
that taxi fare to the airport.

What?
He's here.

- Who's here?
- Do you have a gun?

No.
Bartholemew's here.

How do you know?
Trust her. She knows.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?
We're just saving your life.

Upstairs. Upstairs!
Geez.

What kind of a game
is this?
It's not a game.

Bartholemew's on his way.
No one even knows
we're here.

Don't go near that door.
Get away from the door!

That cop's dead,
Katherine,
because of us.

I'm sorry for him,
but it happens.

It's not his job
to babysit Immortals.

He wasn't even
supposed to be involved.

I was supposed to get in,
take out Bartholemew
and be gone.

You show up,
and all hell breaks loose.

If you're straight with me,
this doesn't happen.
You can't get involved.

Because you say so?
Because, Nick,
that's the way it is.

Are we gonna get into this
again, now, here?

Forget it.

Look, I'm sorry
I'm immortal, Nick. There's
nothing I can do about it.

Now you're getting
irrational.

Tell me it doesn't
drive you crazy.
What?

That I can't die
and you can.

I don't believe this.
First you lie to me,

then when things don't work out,
you lay this on me.

Look, you knew what I was
when we met.

You knew the game.
You knew the rules.

And you know me, Kate.

Am I the type of guy who's
gonna sit on his ass...

and let you walk off
and maybe get whacked?

Tell me, Kate, is that
who you ever thought I was?

No.

How the hell did we happen?

I didn't know
we were gonna happen.

I didn't know I was
gonna fall in love with you.

Nick, the part of my life
that's about being immortal
has nothing to do with you.

It can't.
Katherine,

I'm either in your life--
all of it--

or I'm gone.

How about we take care
of one thing at a time?

What do we need?
A gun would be good.

Yeah. Okay, we got no gun,
we got no money, no I.D.,
no credit cards.

Got any change?
About 80 francs.

Just enough for
a long-distance phone call.

Hello. Good morning.

Variety's
the spice of life, huh?

You're not kidding.
Oh, before I forget,

a jar of my Rose's
best Bolognese.

Ma grazie mille.
I love Bolognese, huh?
How much for the hardware?

Gratis.
This one's on Caruso.

That's much appreciated.
You tell Caruso that
we're even now.

Don't worry.
He already knows that.

It's good.

I'm sorry, Mr. B.
We lost them.

They're pros,
and it's a big city.

The cops?
Cops are on it.

And that just fills me
with confidence.

They're probably
out of the country by now.

You wouldn't want to bet
a year's salary on that.

Come on.
What are they gonna do?

I don't know
what he's gonna do,

but I certainly know
what she's going to do.

Bip, bip,
bop, bop, bang.

As long as I'm around,
she's just going
to keep coming.

In times like these,
it's so reassuring...

to know that
one can seek comfort
from the good book.

Thirty million
dollars' worth...

to be exact.

Hey.

Here.

Okay... let's go.

Go ahead, shoot him.

- Hey.
- I love it when you play rough.

Me too.

Call the airport.
Get the plane ready.

We're gonna take
an extended vacation.
For how long?

Till that bitch
loses the scent.

What is it?

On the other hand,

there's no time
like the present.

I'll come with you.

No. You stay here.

This won't take long.

Yes, I think so.

A gun? My, my,
our standards are slipping.

Not mine.

Amateur.

Nice.

You're immortal.

Just a bullet-proof vest.

- No! Don't!

How charitable of you.

Charity begins at home.

These oughta help
a few kids.

Hell of a day, huh?

Yeah.

Nick--

What are we gonna say we haven't
said 20 times already?

I seem to recall somebody
mentioning the Bahamas.

That was me.

Sand, sun, rum.

Sounds like a plan.

Then we'll talk.

Yeah, we'll talk.

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

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