Original subtitles

[MUSIC - QUEEN "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]

[music playing]

-Hey Sam.

-Hello.

-I'm going up to the boxes.

Listen, I'm expecting a couple of people.

So could you point them up my way?

-You've got it, Ms. Broden.

-Thanks.

-You'll like Natalie.

-I like her already.

Stylish, tasteful, with a certain underplayed elegance.

Anyone can see, she's got a great foundation.

-Uh, you are talking about the stadium, of course?

-Oh, of course, yeah.

-So your art's going to grace the entrance way?

-If she likes my ideas.

I'm on the shortlist.

And I have an edge.

We were at the Sorbonne together.

-Your edge is talent.

-Ready?

-Ready.

[humming]

[footsteps approaching]

-Tessa?

-Any chance as part of your fee you can negotiate a pair

of season tickets?

-I might.

-On the 50 yard line?

-Don't push your luck, buddy.

[humming]

[humming]

[natalie screams]

[natalie screams]

-Natalie!

[natalie screams]

[screams]

-Stay with her.

-I'm here.

What happened?

What happened?

-Ow.

[groaning in pain]

-I'm going with her.

-Duncan MacLeod?

-Yeah?

-I'm Tom Graffini.

I'm told you saw the guy?

-Yeah, I uh--

tall, well built, wearing old bikers leathers, looked like

something out of the '20s.

-What about eye or hair color?

-He was wearing a helmet and goggles, sorry.

-Did he say anything?

You pick up an accent, something?

Did you notice anything special about him?

-Like I said, he looked like something out of an old movie.

-What about the bike?

-I was too far away to see.

-Lieutenant, we found this on the floor of the balcony.

-Is that The Scalper's knife?

-How the hell did you get in here?

-I'm very popular with your men, lieutenant, I get their

names right on TV.

Now, you didn't answer my question.

Did The Scalper strike again?

-Scalper?

-Another woman was murdered last week in Northshore Park.

He throat was slit.

And she was scalped, wasn't she, lieutenant?

-That information's restricted.

-But what do you have on the killer?

-What are doing, writing a book?

-Is he following a pattern?

-Thanks for your help.

We have your name and address.

-Surprise, surprise, a weird murder attempt and you're

right here in the middle of it.

He's a real prince, huh?

So what really happened MacLeod?

-A woman was assaulted.

-Tell me something you didn't tell him.

-I told him everything.

-You never tell anybody everything.

Come on MacLeod, you were here.

Give me a quote.

-Those who forget the past are condemned to relive it.

How is she?

-Sedated.

She was sleeping when I left.

She went into shock in the ambulance.

We almost lost her.

And that police officer, he came in and made her relive

every moment of it.

Who could do something like this to her?

-A man who was betrayed by the one he loved and then went

insane because of it.

-It sounds like you know him.

-Someone like him.

-An Immortal?

-But why did you betray me, Lenora?

[gasps]

[screams]

-Marcus.

-You found me.

When I read in the newspapers the description of the other

women they found murdered, tall, slender blonde, I knew

you were here.

And I say your picture in the play bill.

-I knew you'd come Duncan.

-Please, don't do this.

Let me help you.

Come with me.

It didn't have to be this way.

-It is ordained.

And my judgment will be realized.

And the penalty for adultery is death.

-Marcus, this woman is not Lenora.

-Liar!

She's the same, the same face, the same body, and that hair

that women covet and men adore.

She betrayed me, Duncan.

I gave her the world.

She told them what I was.

Then they burned me for a witch!

-You killed Lenora 300 years ago.

-No!

She lives!

[grunting]

-She won't die!

I must kill her!

I must kill them all!

-Lenora.

[sigh]

-Goodbye Marcus.

He was insane.

-What happened to him?

-He died.

-Then who is doing this?

-You know, before this was a stadium there were orchards

and stables.

It's where Marcus killed one of his victims.

-Why did he choose them?

-By the color of their hair.

He only chose blondes.

-Why?

-He fell in love once.

And the woman betrayed him.

He went mad.

He had to destroy her and everything that

reminded him of her.

-Ooh, it's too crazy.

-What was it like here, back then?

-It was just after the war, 1925, Prohibition.

There were half a dozen gang killings just

two blocks from here.

-Hmm, so one more victim didn't count for much.

-No, actually, the press played it up.

A copycat killer could do a lot of research if he wanted

to, and find out exactly how the women were killed.

-Hey, you guys stringers for a rival network or is there some

other reason you're here?

-Natalie Ward is my friend.

-Sorry.

How's she doing?

-Recovering.

-You know, I've been trying to get in to see her.

Do you think you could--

-Uh, no, I couldn't.

I'm sorry.

-Yeah, maybe later?

-Maybe.

-You know, I was thinking about what you said yesterday,

about history repeating itself.

I spent the last 24 hours in the archives running down old

serial murder cases.

-You did?

-There is one that fits the pattern.

It happened 67 years ago MacLeod, how'd

you know about it?

-Have you told the police yet?

-Didn't anybody ever tell you it's not polite to answer a

question with a question?

-Have you told the police yet?

-Sharing information with the police isn't

a habit I've developed.

-Well, I suggest you develop the habit.

He'll kill again.

-If this reporter's theory holds water-- and I'm not sure

that it will--

then the copycat should strike in the exact same location as

the first killer.

-Now, we can cover all those areas around the clock.

But that's an expensive operation for a reporter's

hunch.

-You got another theory?

Let's hear it.

-In fact, captain has authorized a 48-hour stakeout.

Let's just hope she's right.

Let's nail this son of a bitch.

-What's wrong?

-I should be out there.

-At the risk of injuring your immortal feelings, the police

can do this a lot better than you.

-It just feels weird, doing nothing while this plays

itself out again.

-He isn't Marcus.

You've given the police everything they need.

They'll catch him.

Um, I've been thinking of something else.

-You want Natalie to come stay with us, huh?

-Mm-hmm.

Just until they catch this monster.

-OK.

MAN ON POLICE RADIO [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, uh, Bennett,

did anyone check to see if Columbus Park was even

here 67 years ago?

-How many times do I have to walk around this damn anchor?

My feet are killing me.

-You'll keep walking until you're relieved.

The city pays you for eight.

You'll do eight.

Now, let's not get sloppy out there.

MAN ON POLICE RADIO [OFFSCREEN]: This is

checkpoint three.

She's 45 seconds late.

BENNETT ON POLICE RADIO [OFFSCREEN]:

Delaney, talk to me.

Where the hell are you Delaney?

Delaney, talk to me.

-Don't have a stroke, Sargent.

I just sat down for a minute.

[scream]

-They're trying to stop us.

But we are smarter than they are.

Hi.

[grunting]

-We will kill them all.

They will not betray us again.

[SINGING] Let me call you sweetheart.

I'm in love with you.

let me hear you whisper that you love me too.

Keep the love light glowing in your eyes so true.

Let me call you sweetheart.

I'm in love with you.

-Come.

-I've always liked your taste.

So why don't you tell me what all this is about?

-All what?

-What the hell are you, MacLeod?

-Is this a fishing expedition or did you

come here for a reason?

-Well, nothing's gone down at the stakeouts.

And they think it may all be a coincidence.

You shouldn't do that.

You'll live longer.

-Who wants to live forever?

-Tell me you used to be two-pack-a-day man?

-Nope.

-What did you used to be, MacLeod?

-Just what I am.

-What if it's off the record?

Just between us?

Well, at least think about it.

-The copycat will stick to the same

pattern, one way or another.

You can tell Graffini that.

-Like he'd listen.

See you around.

Hey, maybe you and I could talk sometime?

-Sure, any time.

I got lots to say.

I had a very interesting childhood.

At the age of two I was visited by aliens.

-Spare me.

I'll see you.

-So Mac, what's with you and the lady newscaster, hmm?

-I can't go to Graffini directly.

He'd ask too many questions.

I couldn't stonewall him like I do her.

Richie, we have some problems here.

Marcus killed five women in 10 days before I stopped him.

-What are you getting it?

-The copycat's not following the same pattern.

He should have tried again in Columbus Park.

-How can you be sure he's going to follow it so closely?

-Because he's probably studied everything he can on Marcus.

He wants to be like him.

So he has to kill like him.

-The knife, he lost the knife.

He's got to buy a new knife.

-No, no, he's too smart for that.

There's got to be something else.

-Like what?

-The Indian.

-The what?

-[INDIAN ACCENT] The Indian, you know.

[laughter]

-Marcus rides an Indian, then maybe that guy does too.

-Well, this is the place where the yuppies meet the outlaws.

This guy was riding and old Indian, he's definitely

getting the parts here.

Hey, Herbie, yo!

My man, bro, what's up?

Come talk to me.

-Richie, I'm glad you're here.

Tell me, which leg do you want broken?

-Whoa, whoa, chill, big guy, what'd I do?

-You said you could give me a manifold for

a '46 Harley, remember?

I had a cash client all lined up.

-I got out of the parts business.

-What, you get busted?

-Uh, uh, sort of.

Uh, listen, Herbie, I was wondering if maybe you could

do us a little favor?

-What?

-Uh, uh--

-We're looking for a guy who owns an Indian.

-Great bike, fast as hell.

They start making them 30, 40 years ago though.

What's this guy look like?

-You know, he's about 6'2", weighs about 180 pounds.

-The guy wore a scarf and goggles, kept the goggles on.

-Yeah, that's him.

Do you have a name, address?

-Nope, sorry.

-Well, if you see him, we'd appreciate a call.

-Sure mister, whatever you say.

-Thanks so much, Herb.

[scream]

[scream]

-No!

No!

-Shh.

It was just a dream.

It's going to be OK.

-Oh, god.

-It'll be OK.

-OK, come on Tippy.

There you go, Tippy.

I don't have all day.

-Mind if I pet your dog?

-Oh, sure.

-He's very cute.

-Thank you.

-Good.

-Isn't he a nice man, Tippy?

Tippy loves attention, don't you baby?

-You have lovely hair.

-Thank you.

I do it myself.

-Hi.

Is Tessa around?

-She went to the drugstore, to pick up a few things for me.

-How're you feeling?

-Better.

-Good.

-I um, never thanked you.

You risked your life going after him like that.

Well, I wish I'd caught him.

-Yeah, me too.

-The police will.

-I wish I believed that.

I wish--

I wish I'd had a gun when he came for me.

I--

-It's not as easy to kill as all that, Natalie, even in

self defense.

-What if they can't find this animal?

What if he keeps killing?

-They will.

They'll find him.

I have to go.

Tell Tessa I'll be back in an hour or so.

-OK.

-All right?

[phone rings]

-Antiques, Richie speaking, what's up?

-Richie, it's me, Herbie.

He's here.

-Who, the Indian?

-In the flesh.

-Well, just stall him.

Just keep him there.

-Hey, this is as far as I go for $100.

You want him, you come get him.

-All right, all right, just keep him there.

I'm on my way.

-Look who showed up.

-I just heard on the radio that the serial killer has

struck again.

-Columbus House instead of Columbus Park.

This guy's playing with the cops.

He's getting off on it.

-He rides an Indian.

-What?

-It's a motorcycle.

-How do you know?

-That doesn't matter.

But make sure Graffini does.

There are 26 that are registered in the metro area.

-What are you?

Federal, State, Special Task Force?

You working undercover MacLeod, is that it?

-If I were, I wouldn't be talking to you, would I?

-Graffini and the others don't even know, do they?

Neither do you.

-Oh, right, whatever you say.

I can be a team player.

You know, if I keep quiet on this MacLeod--

oh, whatever your real name is--

I expect an inside lane when this store breaks.

-Well, I can't promise you anything.

-Well, then, neither can I. Think about it.

Fair is fair.

-I have to go.

-Well, what do you know?

[music playing]

NATALIE'S VOICE INSIDE HEAD: Tessa?

I'm in here.

[gasps]

-Natalie?

Don't.

Don't.

Don't, it's too early.

Let it heal first.

-One minute you're a successful career woman in

control of her life.

And 40 seconds later you're a piece of meat begging not to

be butchered.

-Don't think about it.

-It's all I think about.

God, we're just uh, something on the food chain, Tessa.

A man wants to hurt us, he hurts us.

-Stop it.

Don't do this to yourself.

Don't let yourself start thinking like that.

-Why?

It's true, isn't it?

How would you feel if it happened to you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Tessa.

I can't--

I--I keep--

-It's OK.

It's OK.

-After the surgeons fix it you won't even see the scar.

-Yeah.

And if they can't?

Uh--

it doesn't really matter, right?

Beauty's only skin deep.

And for the rest of my life I'll watch as some man's eyes

drift slowly up from mine and did this.

God, I hate the son of a bitch who did this to me.

If he were here right now I swear, I'd kill him.

-What happened?

-I saw him, Mac.

I was right on his ass.

And I hit some cinders or something.

-Who?

-The guy, th--th--th--the Scalper, the

dude with the goggles.

Richie, what were you thinking?

This guy's a psychotic killer.

-You weren't there.

-Then you should have waited or called the police.

What you don't do, you don't go off on your own.

I know you thought you were doing the right thing.

-He saw me at that bike shop.

He's not going to go back there again.

Mac, I screwed up, big time.

I'm sorry.

-What am I going to do with you, hmm?

Did you hurt yourself?

-I'll live.

-Come on, let's go take a look at it.

Come on.

-Did Graffini catch him?

-That pompous ass couldn't catch a cold.

He's sitting on a stakeout at the theater.

The Scalper knows he's there.

He's not going to show.

-So what do we do know?

-Well, I don't know.

Graffini's just waiting for an excuse to throw me in jail.

-We've got to do something.

-We have to set him up, make him come to us.

-I want to help.

And don't tell me it'll be too dangerous.

-Oh, there's nothing you can do.

-I can be the bait.

-Absolutely not.

I won't--

-I have the right.

She's my friend.

-Oh, Tessa.

-You said he only kills blondes.

-No.

-You'll be there to protect me.

No one is watching over his next victim, Duncan.

She, whoever she is, is out there alone

with no guardian angel.

And she's going to die if you and I don't stop him.

You said so yourself.

-OK.

-Man and Superman?

-Yeah, it was playing at the Orpheum Theatre the night I

finally caught up with Marcus.

-And you think this killer will know that?

-Yes, I do.

He knows everything there is to know about Marcus.

The only person who knows more about him is me.

-This is Randi MacFarland, outside police headquarters

with an update on the serial killer that has been

terrorizing this city for days.

Through confidential sources, I have learned that today's

Scalper is imitating another madman who prowled this city

67 years ago.

My source assures me that police have broken the

killer's pattern and an arrest is expected shortly.

-How'd I do?

-You were perfect.

-It'll be on the 6 o'clock news.

If you're not right about this MacLeod, my career as a

reporter is over.

And nobody'll talk to me.

-He'll take the challenge.

We'll have him.

RANDI ON TELEVISION: This is Randi McFarland, outside

police headquarters, with an update on the serial killer

that has been terrorizing the city for days.

Through confidential sources, I have learned that today's

Scalper is imitating another madman who prowled this city

67 years ago.

My source assures me that police have broken the

killer's pattern and--

-Sisyphus Productions.

No, I'm sorry.

That part's already been cast.

You're very welcome.

Bye-bye.

[phone rings]

-Sisyphus Productions.

No, no, no, Angie, Angie, wait, don't hang up.

It's Richie.

It's me.

Oh, Sisyphus Productions?

That's uh, well, it's uh, it's a long story.

I'll explain later.

Listen, Angie, I got to run.

I can't keep this line tied up right now.

Oh, come on, don't get mad.

Don't be that way, Angie.

Give me a break.

I said--

I'll call you later, I promise.

Come on Angie, come--

[dial tone]

-Women, what are you going to do?

-How's it going?

-Well, we've had 117 calls and they're all pissed

the part's been cast.

-Well, at least none of them will show up

and get in the way.

-Sisyphus Productions.

[music playing]

-Did you see anyone?

-No, I suppose I wouldn't.

-Richie?

-Yo!

-Is anybody outside?

-No sir.

-I was sure he'd follow you in.

-So how long before I go out again?

-Uh, we'll give you another 20 minutes.

Don't worry.

I'll be watching.

-He might see you.

He'll be too blinded by your beauty.

[screaming]

-Richie, get her out of here.

-You got it.

[screaming]

[gasping]

-Oh!

No!

No!

-It's OK, it's OK.

It's all right.

All right, it's all right.

What happened?

-I came for the auditions.

He had a knife.

And he tore my wig off.

And then he just pushed me down and he took off.

You had the wrong color hair.

-MacLeod, what's happening?

-Call the police.

-Whoa, whoa.

The Indian.

Richie!

What are you doing?

Get in the car!

-That son of a bitch won't ride into

the sunset this time.

[grunting]

[tires squeal]

-No!

-Tess.

Are you OK?

Are you all right?

Tess, are you OK?

-Help me.

I didn't know what else to do.

-You did fine.

You did fine.

-Help me!

Help me!

-That's him, isn't it?

Shoot the picture, John.

Shoot this piece of garbage.

[groaning]

-Someone, call an ambulance.

There you are.

All packed?

Uh-huh.

You sure you won't stay?

-No, I need to be alone, in my own place.

-The door is always open.

-That's nice to know.

If I uh, get the jitters, I'll call you.

Tess, I don't know what I would have done if you--

-Shh, it's OK.

You're going to be fine.

Just don't be afraid to talk about it.

-He's still alive.

He won't hurt anyone again.

-You did it.

You stopped him.

I wish it had been me behind the wheel of that car.

-No you don't, believe me.

-Ready to go?

-Yeah.

I'm all set.

The car's outside.

Your bags are in it.

-Natalie, I'll call you tonight, OK?

-That'd be great.

-You're OK?

-Sure.

I just keep seeing him in front of me and I--

-You did what you had to.

-I thought--

I thought ridding the world of evil would

feel better than this.

-You know, I know.

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