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[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]

-Come on, Reinhardt.

-Gotcha on the nose.

[splashing]

-Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

[cheering]

[noise makers]

[noise makers]

[noise makers]

-Hey, momma.

Looking good.

What's the matter?

Can't you talk?

-Mac, Mac!

-Come on, baby.

-What, what's the matter?

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Why don't you and me find somewhere nice--

-[laughs]

-Looks like she can take care of herself.

-Nice going out there.

May I help you?

-Obviously not.

Are you Duncan MacLeod?

I called about the French [inaudible].

-Uh, right, I put one out.

-May I?

-Yes, but be careful.

Blade was especially made.

The edges are razor sharp.

-Don't worry.

I know how to handle myself around dangerous objects.

-I'm sure you do.

It's a 17th century German saber.

-Yes, I know.

It was made by the Oslen family, sword makers to the

baron Heidelberg.

-You know swords.

-I know many things.

-But the lance?

-Well that's much more intriguing.

Do you have the providence?

-No, but I did authenticate the maker's mark.

-Well, I'm very interested.

But I'd like to try it out first.

-You want to fence with it?

-That's what one usually does with a sword.

-Not with swords of this price.

-Well, we can negotiate the price later.

If the steal is genuine, it'll stand up to a friendly match.

Do you fence?

-A little.

-Good.

Then meet me at 4:00.

And don't stand me up, Duncan MacLeod.

And don't forget the sword.

-Don't stand me up, Duncan MacLeod.

And don't forget the sword.

-[chuckles]

-I don't find it humorous at all.

-Damn nails.

You'd think somebody'd clean up around here

every now and then.

-I've got the broom if you've got the time.

Wow.

-What's the occasion?

-Yeah, check it out.

-Wow.

-You like?

-Look at that, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

What's happening?

-Well I got a line on a new job, and I'm going to go meet

my future boss.

-Job, I didn't know you were looking for one.

-Tess, you guys have been great to me.

You gave me a break when I really needed one.

But well, I'm just not cut out to be an antique store clerk.

I'm just not that person.

-Oh, I see.

And what person are you?

-I'm a salesman.

I'm a natural.

All my life I've had the gift.

It's what I do best.

I can't help it.

See, it's like that sculpture you're building for the city.

It's the first one they bought in years, and

you are doing it.

And it's a big deal, because you're doing

want you love to do.

You're getting paid to do it.

And you're making people happy at the same time.

-What exactly are you selling?

-Used cars.

It's all commission.

Everybody needs to drive.

Basically, I could stand to make a fortune.

-Richie, used cars.

-Tess, I know what you're thinking, that I'll be pawning

lemons off on some poor jerk--

[bang]

-But it's not that kind of place.

I'm talking about strictly quality merchandise here, top

of the line.

-Don't you know you can't inter--

interfere with a guy about to make his fortune.

-Thank you very much, Mac.

I knew you'd understand.

See you guys later.

-What do you think?

-I think he has a right to make his own mistakes.

-Be careful.

You don't make any mistakes tonight.

-Tess, I--

-Yeah, not on purpose.

But men don't always know what they're doing.

Even very old men.

[banging]

[doorbell]

-Welcome.

-This is quite a place.

-It suits my needs.

How about a drink before we match?

-No, I don't drink before handling dangerous objects.

-Pity.

Well then let's begin, shall we?

-Have you been fencing long?

-Long enough.

-Here.

-We're not going to need these.

You're not going to hurt me, are you?

-We don't wear these, we don't fence.

-How disappointing.

I always thought you'd be the adventurous type.

En garde.

-You're very good.

-Only when I want to be.

[gunshot]

-Ladies and gentlemen, will you please disembark from the

coach and hand over your money and jewels?

Hurry it up.

I don't have all day.

-Walter Reinhardt of Sudsburg.

-Charles Gilford, earl of Covington, at your service.

-[gasps]

Take my jewels.

Take everything, but don't hurt him.

He's my only son.

Please, I beg of you.

[gasps]

-Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

And I think your fight's with me.

Kindly drop your pistol, and I'll take the sword.

Well, go on, quickly get back into the coach.

-Finish the game, MacLeod.

-You know our game's not for spectators.

-Don't worry, Walter.

We'll meet again.

It's OK.

We'll get you to a physician.

-Where did you learn that?

-I've had many teachers.

I've even managed to learn a few things from you.

-Do you want the sword?

-I will come for you when I am ready.

Now if you'll excuse me, I believe you know the way out.

-Is she mortal?

-Very, but she's up to something.

-Don't tell me in 400 years, you've never seen a femme

fatale before.

-It's not as easy as all that, Tessa.

The sword that she wants belonged to Walter Reinhardt.

So how's the job coming, Richie?

-It's good.

I got a few leads.

So Mac, who's this Walter Reinhardt dude?

-Wait, wait, wait.

He was a Wall Street pirate.

-Only in his last persona.

-Is he immortal?

-Well, we've been adversaries for centuries.

Careful.

-She fights just like him--

same style, same moves.

-Is he still around?

-I don't know.

I ran into him a few years ago.

How'd you want this?

-Uh, no, the-- the other way.

Yeah, like this.

-And then he disappeared.

I thought someone else had gotten to him.

-I thought you said you were out of the game for 100 years.

-Well, there were times I really had no other choice.

-The newspaper said he was dead.

-Maybe this Rebecca just has the hots for you guys, you

know, like an Immortal groupie.

[chuckles]

-That may be.

-Stay away from her, Mac.

I have a bad feeling about this.

-You guys are not going to believe this.

-What?

-Somebody got iced and dropped here last night.

-Anyone we know?

-No one I know.

SERGEANT BENNETT [OFFSCREEN]: Get those people back and

secure the area.

Karen, you want to go over there and get some pictures of

this before somebody tramples all the evidence?

KAREN [OFFSCREEN]: Yes, sergeant, I'm on my way.

-Come on, let's go.

People want to get back behind the line, please.

Thank you.

Who are you?

-Uh, Duncan MacLeod.

This is Tessa Noel.

-And I'm Richard Ryan.

-Ah, the antique dealer.

Your name comes up a lot downtown.

You have a number of swords in your shop, don't you?

-We have some.

-But you're the type who knows how to use them.

-What's this is about?

-Take a look.

-Oh my god.

-You know him?

-Yes.

I just saw him yesterday.

-What was he doing?

-Nothing, he was just hanging around outside the store.

-I'm talking to the lady.

-He-- he wasn't doing anything.

-Right, but he was killed by a very sharp object--

very clean, very professional.

One thrust, between the ribs, straight into the heart.

Could've been done by a sword, especially by someone who

knows how to use one.

-What are you getting at?

The guy's an antique dealer.

-And his name keeps turning up in the police reports.

I've been on the force 15 years.

I know when somebody's trying to hide something.

-Come on, Richie.

Well, let me know when you find out what it is.

-Count on it.

[sirens]

-Richie, what time you got to work today?

-Not till this afternoon.

-Good, I want you to go to the library.

-The library?

-Yeah, it's a place where they keep all the books.

It'll be a new experience for you.

I want you to find out all you can about Reinhardt's death

and who this Rebecca Lord is.

-All right.

-And what their connection is.

All right?

-I gotcha.

-Why didn't you tell Sergeant Bennett about Rebecca?

-Because I don't think this is just about her.

-Duncan, the punk insulted her.

He was killed with the sword.

You said yourself she was an expert.

-It may be as simple as that or not.

-Have you sensed the presence of another Immortal?

-No.

I've got to go.

-Where are you going?

-See Rebecca.

-And if there is no Immortal lurking in the bushes, you'll

tell the police about her?

-Yeah.

[doorbell]

-Duncan MacLeod.

Well, I was planning on visiting you.

But this is so much better.

-Someone was killed outside my store last night.

-What's that got to do with me?

-It was the punk that insulted you.

-Well then I won't grieve much, will I?

-He was killed by a master swordsman or woman.

-Are you trying to imply that I murdered a man just because

he made a pass at me?

-Oh, come now.

-Did you?

-Now we've taken up police work as a hobby, have we?

-What do you want?

-The eternal question, what does every woman want?

[laughs]

How about a cup of tea?

No?

All work and no play makes Jack very, very boring.

Let's play, you and me.

No masks, no padding, and no witnesses.

Hmm?

That is your way, isn't it?

-I'm not in the mood for games.

-This is not a game, Mr. MacLeod.

-It never is.

Give me that!

Goodbye, Rebecca.

-My boss swears these are the original miles.

-You sure?

-Ang, I told him we're tight.

You gotta trust me.

This is a good deal.

-Yeah, you know.

But it's more money than I wanted to spend, Richie.

-Well, Ang, you want high quality and low miles, you've

got to pay for it.

C'mon, get back in the car.

-I was in the car.

-Seriously, no, you can't-- you can't make a judgment till

you sit behind the steering wheel, really feel it.

C'mon, get inside.

Trust me.

-OK.

-There you go.

Look at this-- five speeds, stereo, spotless interior.

How'd it drive?

-Nice.

-How'd you feel behind the wheel?

-Pretty great.

-Angie, I am telling you, you look great.

Top down, wind in your hair.

It's you.

It's what you deserve.

OK, Ang, I don't want to push you into anything, but this

car is priced $600 under wholesale.

-And you're sure that this is the right car for me?

-Ang, what have I been telling you?

How long have we been friends?

-Ever since we got suspended from the third grade for

beating the hell out of the McGuire brothers.

-C'mon, what'd you say?

-All right.

-Excellent.

Angie, I am telling you, you're not going to be sorry.

[beep]

[beep]

[beep]

[beep]

[beep]

-How's work?

-Fine.

Sold my first car, made 400 bucks, did Angie a solid deed

at the same time.

-That's great.

Did you get that information I asked you about?

-They're fluff pieces.

There are not much to them.

But I'm going to get in the microfiche room tomorrow and

keep checking on it.

-OK.

-Apparently this Reinhardt guy was very into

models and movie stars.

They say he enjoyed being one of the world's

most eligible bachelors.

-Well, he viewed women as interchangeable.

-Well, it looks like he had a bunch of them.

This gossip column in, uh, in this one somewhere that talks

about him being engaged to some mystery woman.

-See if your can attach a name to the woman.

And find all you can about Reinhardt's death.

-You got it.

-Oh, Richie.

Watch your back.

-Always do.

-Oh, you're back.

How'd it go?

-Well, I go back and forth between loving and hating it,

but I think it's my best work.

-Oh?

-I can't believe I was chosen.

-You deserve it.

-Did you call the police about Rebecca?

-I don't think she's the murderer.

-And what part of your 400-year-old anatomy formed

this conclusion?

-Tessa, I have a feeling Walter Reinhardt has returned.

-Duncan, it's wonderful the way you love women.

But this isn't about women.

It's about evil.

And that's something that men have no monopoly on.

[phone ringing]

-Hello?

Yes.

I see.

We'll be right there.

Tessa, that was the head of the bicentennial committee.

He said something happened to your sculpture.

-Oh my god!

Look at this!

Look at it!

What are those numbers?

-A double un, deux, trois-- one, two, three.

-Your girlfriend left her calling card.

She obviously wants you to go after her.

-Well, maybe Reinhardt does.

Maybe she's working with him.

-You haven't seen him!

You haven't sensed him!

What makes you think it's him?

-I don't know.

But he's out there, and he's coming.

-Miss Noel, Sergeant Bennett, we met earlier.

Do you have any idea who did this?

-No.

-Has this ever happen before?

-No.

-Well, have you received any threats lately?

-Um.

No, I haven't.

-Can you tell me anything, anything at all?

-No, I'm sorry.

I have work to do.

-Thank you.

-And of course, you don't know anything about this, just like

you didn't know anything about the body that was dumped on

your doorstep.

-I wish I could help you.

-I'm sure you do.

-Ever seen her before?

-It's hard to say.

-Ah ha.

Well, a friend of the punk who was killed outside your store

said that the deceased was almost gelded by her a couple

of days before he was killed.

And after that, she walked into your shop.

-Well, a lot of people walk into my store.

It's hard to remember them all.

-Yeah, I bet you get a lot of women who look like this.

You know, somehow all this is tied together--

the murder, the sculpture being trashed.

And you're right in the middle of all this, aren't you?

Dirty as hell.

Something tell me we're going to see a lot of each other.

-I love you.

-I'm sorry this happened.

-I know.

-Maybe you're right.

Maybe Rebecca's behind it all.

-You don't believe that.

-I don't know.

Richie told me that before Reinhardt disappeared he was

supposed to be engaged to someone.

-Rebecca.

-Maybe.

-Why come for you?

-Maybe she thinks I killed him.

-But you didn't.

If she was engaged to Walter Reinhardt, wouldn't he tell

her about his immortality?

-No, not necessarily.

Just because I trusted you with my life, Reinhardt

trusted no one.

-Then I can't imagine how she must feel.

Her man dead, no body to mourn, no closure, just wounds

that never heal.

What will living like that do to someone?

Hold me.

[music playing]

TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: I'll be right there!

-What are you doing?

-I'm taking what's mine.

-By stealing?

-It used to belong to my fiance.

It was supposed to come to me.

-Duncan was right.

You were engaged to Walter Reinhardt.

-Was, he's dead.

-My god, you really don't know, do you?

-What, what you're dealing with?

-No, you don't know who you're dealing with.

MacLeod is the killer.

-You're wrong.

If you just let me explain to you.

-Bet you nothing.

He has this sword.

The only way he could've gotten it

was by killing Walter.

-If you really think so, why didn't you go through the

police?

-I did.

But there was no body, and there was no proof.

But I've got the sword now.

And I'm going to do to MacLeod what MacLeod did to Walter.

I'm going to kill him.

Wait!

It's not what you think!

[door slams]

-[INTERNALLY] What makes people what they are?

Is evil the opposite of good or just good

made evil by hate?

To Reinhardt, it was always a game where he

tried to set the rules.

Life to the victor and death to the loser.

But what about Rebecca?

Is she his ally or his pawn?

-I'm telling you, this baby will stop on a dime and give

you $0.9 change.

It's the car for you.

Eh, pedestrian.

Yo, Mac, what's up?

Say I couldn't possibly interest you in upgrading your

present means of transportation.

I happen to have a hot rod.

-No thanks.

Did you get the rest of the information on Reinhardt?

-Yeah, I sure did.

One second.

This dude Reinhardt was a real sweetheart, wasn't he?

Bought up companies left and right then fired the people

that spent their lives working for him.

One of these business magazines called him a bottom

line guy, made him out to be some kind of hero.

-He made a lot of money.

-After it all went bust.

The SEC and the Feds were ready to file an indictment.

I mean, the dude swindled millions out of people.

Dying's the only thing that kept him out of prison.

-I guess he picked a good time for it.

I'll catch you later, Richie.

[knocking]

DELIVERY MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Delivery for Miss Noel.

-Oh, is this for me?

-Thank you.

Thank you.

Mac?

Mac.

-Are we celebrating something?

-You tell me.

It's gorgeous.

-Well, I didn't buy it.

I feel--

-What?

-Get it off me.

-What?

-Get it off me.

My skin.

My skin is burning!

Get it off me.

My skin is--

-The zipper is stuck.

-Get it off me, Mac!

[screams]

-All right, come on.

Calm down.

In the shower, in the shower.

Come on.

Get in there.

Turn around.

Turn around.

-[screams]

My god, what's happening?

What's happening?

-Shh, shh.

It looks like a chemical burn.

Calm down, sweetie.

-[screams]

-Five more minutes, man, and I'm gonna nail that deal shut.

-Angie, what happened?

-I don't know.

I was driving it down to the beach, and it just blew up!

I thought you said this was a good car, Richie.

-Angie, it is.

It is.

Just relax.

You've got nothing to worry about.

I'm going to take care of this situation right now.

-I don't think so.

-Mr. Dawes, my friend just bought this car.

We're going to stand by our product.

-I'd like to help your friend out, but the car she

bought was as is.

An as is means as is.

-That's not right.

-That's life.

-What'd you do?

Did you turn back the odometer?

Did you put in 90 weight motor oil so you wouldn't hear the

valves knocking?

-Excuse me.

Dawes Wholesale.

I see.

-Angie, I promise you--

DAWES [OFFSCREEN]: I see, yes sir.

-I'm going to take care of this situation.

-I told you I'm going to take care of this.

I promise you.

And then when it's all over, we're going to sue this son of

a bitch together.

Promise you.

Watch me.

-That's what you said before.

-Uh, of course, sir.

Right away.

There's a Mercedes on a lot I've been

trying to dump forever.

The guy on the phone wants you to deliver it.

He says you waited on him or something.

-Forget about it.

I quit.

Let's go.

-It's a $40,000 sale.

-So tell it to someone who gives a damn.

-I'll--

I'll fix your friend's car.

It's the least I can do.

I mean, you just got to pick up the car, pick up a check.

-Plus I want the commission on the Mercedes.

And I would like it all in writing.

-OK, OK.

-Thank you.

Hey, there.

Um, I'm supposed to get the check.

You can do the paperwork tomorrow, all right?

-Great.

-Is she going to be all right?

-Well, thanks to your quick thinking she is.

If you hadn't taken her to that cold shower--

-Why didn't the chemical burn through the material?

-Well, it was in a powdered form.

The chemical was activated by her body heat.

Now she needs to rest.

I'll check back in the morning.

-Great, thank you.

Hey, back to bed, you.

-I don't feel like sleeping.

Light a fire for me.

-Great, come on.

-Careful.

Rebecca came by.

She took the saber.

-Then he must want it back.

-I don't think she's working with him.

She really thinks you killed him.

She's consumed by it.

-Then he's using her.

He sees the world as his playing field and the mortals

in there are only there for his amusement.

He's vicious and completely without remorse.

[phone ringing]

-Hello?

-Is that you, Mr. MacLeod?

Where have you been?

I've been calling you for hours?

-What?

Richie?

-Yes, it is, Mr. MacLeod.

-Uh, Tessa had an accident.

I had the phone off for a while, didn't

want to disturb her.

Are you OK?

-Rebecca's got me.

She wants you to meet her at 9 AM sharp.

I'm dead if you don't come.

-I understand.

-Who was it?

-Richie's being held.

-Rebecca.

-Reinhardt.

Richie's not here, is he?

-Who's Richie?

-But you did send the dress, did you?

-What are you talking about?

-Reinhardt's not dead.

-You had his sword, so you killed him.

-No.

He's out there, somewhere.

-You know, underneath all that charm, you're

one very sick man.

-Go ahead.

You've been training for this for three years.

Do it.

Get your revenge.

Come on!

How did you find me, Rebecca?

-When Walter died, I went to his desk.

And I sorted out a few things.

And there was a list of names.

And your name was on it.

-And you sought the people on the list.

And you found--

-They were all killed.

-With a sword.

-You were the only one left.

You had his sword, so you killed him.

-Well.

MacLeod.

I think I orchestrated this rather nicely.

Tell me, how does it feel to kill an innocent young woman?

-I hate you.

I loved you.

-You will again.

-Never!

-How fickle women are.

-Everything between us was just a lie.

-Not a lie, a convenience.

-Where's Richie?

-In my car.

If you win, he'll live.

-OK.

But why all this?

Why not just challenge me?

-It's all a part of the game.

Your scruples and boring sentimentality were always

your weakest trait.

Fortunately, I'm not burdened by such things.

Yes.

I think I'll take you this time.

-You'd sacrifice a woman who loved you that much?

-You really do care about these mortals.

Women are interchangeable.

I told you that a century ago.

-This is the last time, Reinhardt.

-Finally we agree on something.

Got you again, Highlander.

-[screams]

-[screams]

-Thank you, Mr. MacLeod.

-Nice, so you remembered your manners.

-I'll uh, I'll catch you later.

-So where's--

-Over there.

He won't be back this time.

-He used me to get to you, you know.

All these years I wasted trying to avenge a man I

didn't even know.

-It's over now.

-He was the strongest man I ever met.

And then when I thought he was dead, god, I was a fool.

-You were in love.

-I was a fool.

And I believed that I'd never meet another

man like him again.

Until I met you.

I almost wish I'd met you first.

-Go get your life back together again, Rebecca.

-Sure.

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]