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[music playing]

-[SHOUTING] No.

Go back.

Go back.

[KNIFE FLIES THROUGH AIR, LANDS IN HIS BACK]

[groaning in pain]

-Darius.

-No.

St. Pierre.

-It's always awkward when the pupil goes back to visit his

old teacher.

-He was a mortal, Grayson.

You didn't have to kill him.

-You planted him in my organization to spy on me.

He won't be the last, old one.

I shall hunt down your proteges, one by one, until

you sicken of it and come out of sanctuary to fight me.

-Will it please you that much to destroy me?

-Immensely.

You could have been one of the greatest rules in the history

of the world.

But instead you cower on holy ground.

-That was 1,400 years ago.

And for you, the world hasn't changed.

-Look outside your cloister.

What has changed?

The means of destruction only.

You are a fool.

-Who is next?

-I'm afraid you'll have to guess.

Shouldn't be too hard for a man of your insight into a

person's soul.

-It's Paulus, isn't it?

Grayson, you believed in me once.

-I didn't change.

You did.

-Well, I'm really flattered.

I'll give you my answer as soon as I can.

Yes, thank you.

Goodbye.

-Put it over here.

What was that, another commission?

-No.

That was the Bureau of Arts and Monuments in Paris.

I've been selected to curate an historical retrospective on

sculpture and form.

-So that means you would, like, sit in a museum all day

and curate?

-Actually, no.

It's a traveling exhibition.

It will be on tour.

-So you'd have to travel with it?

-No, I wouldn't.

But the post is in Paris.

That's where the collection will be gathered.

-That's a hell of a commute.

-That's not a fly-over kind of job, is it?

-Hold it.

Hold it.

Time out.

One second here, guys.

You're not thinking of closing up the shop here, jamming to

old gay Paris, are you?

I mean, you guys have got a big investment here.

I mean, I'm talking about in terms of time and effort-- in

building up a clientele and a reputation.

I mean, you guys have got to think of these things.

I mean, they take years.

It just doesn't happen overnight.

[knock at door]

-I'll get it.

-I'm not asking you to do that.

-I know.

-It's for you, Mac.

It's from Paris.

-You opened it.

-Just doing my job.

-Runes.

Ancient runes.

-Looks like something out of a pet cemetery.

-It's from Darius.

-Darius?

The priest?

-And I take it that all this makes a whole lot of sense to

you, right?

-It's written in a language that died

almost 2,000 years ago.

Darius taught it to me.

He's almost that old.

-What does it say?

-Someone's paying me a visit.

-An immortal?

-Grayson.

-All right, I'll play.

Who's Grayson?

-He's one of Darius's proteges.

-But he's, like, one of the good guys, right?

Right?

[breathing heavily]

-So this Grayson guy's got you pretty spooked, huh?

Hey, that's all right.

You don't got to tell me.

-Richie, this isn't about fear.

It's about strategy.

-Strategy?

-Yep.

All right, you ready to start training?

-Start training.

So what makes this Grayson guy so different from the others?

-He's 1,400 years older than I am.

He's one of the few ancient immortals left.

He's been a warlord most of that time.

You don't just go up to him with your sword and say,

[makes sound of blade slicing]

en garde, fool.

Ow.

-So Mac, what's this connection

between Grayson and Darius?

-Darius was once one of the great generals.

Grayson was his second in command.

1,500 years ago, Darius could have led his armies across

Europe and ruled for 1,000 years.

But he turned his armies back.

Grayson felt betrayed and never forgave him.

And Darius, ever since, has tried from holy ground to be a

peacemaker.

-Why would he do that?

-It's only legend.

-Yeah, well, come on, Mac.

With you guys, what else is there?

-The legend has it that Darius killed a holy man of the gates

of Paris, the oldest living immortal at the time.

Then suddenly he changed.

He turned his back on war.

-You think that this holy guy's quickening went Darius

and made him good?

Well, does that mean if, like-- if a really good

immortal, like, chopped the head off a really bad ancient

immortal, that he could--

you know?

-Thank you.

-Goodbye.

-Can I help you?

-Admiring only.

I have two others just like it.

-Really?

They were stolen from the Rennes Cathedral during the

French revolution.

How did you get them?

-I'm afraid I'm quite a collector of

ecclesiastical art--

from that period and others.

Souvenirs of my travels.

-And you collect them because they remind you of Darius, and

how much you hate him?

-Very good.

I see MacLeod has kept you abreast of many things.

I wonder if that's wise.

-It won't work.

You can't blackmail Duncan.

-I rather think I can.

And now, after seeing you in the flesh, I'm more

convinced than ever.

You are a remarkable woman.

Well worth keeping alive.

-If you think he will stand by and let Victor Paulus be

killed, you have misjudged him terribly.

So you'd better kill me now and be done with it.

-Truly remarkable.

-Then you'll have to face him.

But you know that, don't you?

That's why you want to bargain with him using me.

You're afraid of Duncan MacLeod.

-You' quite convinced me, Miss Noel.

I won't bargain with him.

Tell him I'll be in touch.

-He'll never know you were here.

-What do you say, Mac?

About time we go inside now?

-You can go in if you want.

[distant growling]

-What was that?

-Cougar.

[distant growling]

-Oh, don't worry.

They're not on this island.

-Please tell me that they don't swim.

-Actually, they're pretty good swimmers.

-Well, actually, that's great.

Oh, boy.

So Mac, what do these things say exactly?

I mean, it's got to be more than just Grayson arrives on

the noon stage, sharpen sword, Darius.

Here, check that one out.

-Victor Paulus.

Darius was his mentor as well.

-Victor Paulus.

I've heard of that dude.

He's, like, that guy that gives all those speeches,

leads rallies and stuff, right?

He's one of you guys.

-No, he's one of you guys.

He doesn't know anything about me or about immortals.

Darius thinks he's in danger.

-Why doesn't he worn him?

-He has.

But that's not going to stop Victor Paulus.

He's a man with a mission.

-Yes.

But so is Grayson.

So which one of you is he going to go after first?

-Wish I knew.

What?

-Mac, were, uh--

were you, uh--

did Darius ever change you?

-Yeah, I guess he did.

I was born of a warrior people.

When war came, I--

I chose sides like most men.

I fought.

I killed.

[cannon fires]

[cannon fires]

-I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

-I am Darius.

You won't need that.

Put him down here.

Slowly.

[soldier groaning]

-Those whom we cannot heal, we bury to prevent disease.

Infection kills more than all the

English and French cannons.

-The surgeon said he would die of infection, to bring him

straight here.

-Perhaps I can save him.

[cannon fires]

-But from the fevers, how?

-Give me that tin cup.

And fill it with snow.

[fife and drum playing]

-Here.

Hold this.

There are medicines which have been lost to modern doctors.

[cannon fires]

[cannon fires]

-Now we wait.

It'll take hours.

-Hours?

-Yes.

Well, how goes the battle?

-Why does that matter to you?

Napoleon may lose a campaign.

Wellington may win a great victory.

What have they really won or lost?

Their reputation?

These men have been robbed of their most precious

possession, forever.

-You shouldn't be taking part in this tragedy.

-I was raised a warrior.

I choose battles I believe to be just.

-Oh, I'm sure.

You're quite loyal to your convictions and compatriots.

But I wonder what these men think about that-- about

convictions and compatriotism now.

-Come to bed.

[breathing heavily]

-Hope doesn't conquer a superior adversary.

So why do I hope to beat Grayson?

Why do I think that a good life will protect me

from an evil one?

What power can I draw from this thing, this hope?

-You still have energy for this?

-I couldn't sleep.

I didn't want to wake you.

-The empty bed woke me.

What is it?

-This is from Grayson.

-Why didn't he--

-He will.

When it suits him.

NEWSCASTER [OFFSCREEN]: We're live here at the waterfront.

Mr.--

NEWSCASTER [OFFSCREEN]: The helicopter bearing Victor

Paulus will be landing momentarily.

And we do hope to get an interview with this dogged

crusader, whom some consider as a future candidate for the

Nobel peace prize.

[INTERPOSING VOICES OF NEWSCASTERS IN BACKGROUND]

-Hey.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING IN BACKGROUND]

NEWSCASTER [OFFSCREEN]: Someone has just tried to

shoot Victor Paulus.

I'm not sure if he was hit in this attempt, but--

We're unaware of his condition at this time.

Here they-- here they come-- here--

[INTERPOSING VOICES IN BACKGROUND]

-Hi.

-Need a ride?

-Wherever you're going.

-Excuse me?

-I mean, all I have to do is stick with you, you'll lead me

to a breaking news story.

-I'm just lucky that way.

-Come on, MacLeod.

If the FBI and the CIA were half as good as the outfit you

work for, I'd sleep better at night.

Or maybe I'd stay awake and worry.

-You're the one who thinks I belong to a secret

organization.

Out.

-That is not a denial.

You talk like the White House press secretary.

I mean, who are you guys?

Just a hint-- anti-terrorist squad?

Federal crime task force?

Eagle scouts?

Come on, give.

-Just a group of history buffs.

-Yeah.

And bird watchers.

Just some background.

I don't blow your cover.

-Even if I did, no one would believe you.

Sorry, can't help.

-All right, then.

Who wants Paulus dead?

I mean, the guy feeds starving refugee kids.

He keeps men with overactive hormones from blowing

civilians to bits with mortars.

-Answer that one yourself and you have yourself a story.

-Arms dealers.

You're serious.

-I have to go.

-Yeah, I know.

You have a report to make.

-Sincerely hope I see you again.

-Yeah, right.

Hey--

hey, wait a minute.

Like you might not?

-You know, I've been thinking.

You should go to Paris, show the awesome monuments people

you're anxious for the job.

-Who says I am?

-I do.

-But that's not why you want me to leave.

-Your staying here won't change things.

-Then I'll stay.

This Grayson won't hurt me, will he?

Or you would have said something by now.

-No, he probably won't.

It's not his style.

But I don't want to risk it.

Darius will know where to hide you if anything goes wrong.

-You're going to face him, aren't you?

Even though he's 1,000 years older, and more

powerful than you.

If he kills you, what will that prove?

Will Victor Paulus be saved then?

Will I?

VICTOR PAULUS [OFFSCREEN]: Someone once said that peace

in international affairs is nothing more than a period of

cheating between two periods of fighting.

For some nations, peace is simply a time to rebuild

armies, stockpile weapons, and plan strategies.

For others, sadly, it's a time to do nothing.

As we stand here--

safe, comfortable, engaging in rational discourse--

somewhere, men, women, and children are dying.

We cannot be truly at peace when somewhere else, there is

war or hunger--

or violence.

In the face of violence, we must insist on non-violence.

-Weapons have no dominion over the souls of men, so put your

weapons down.

Put your weapons down.

Take what is here and leave.

-These are worthless pewter.

Where is your gold?

-Gold?

I have none.

Anyone in the quarter would have told you that.

[groans]

-Another priest.

We are blessed.

-Where's Darius?

-The priests in this quarter are a surly lot,

aren't they, boys?

-You made a mistake.

I'm no priest.

-Attack.

[shouting]

-Don't kill him.

Let him go.

Leave him.

-He'll only kill innocent people who can't

rise from the dead.

-Why have you done this?

-What else was I supposed to do, Darius?

Tell me that.

I can't be like you.

Maybe I'm not old enough or wise enough.

I just can't stand by and let--

-You're leaving me?

-Yes, I'm going to America.

The hatreds just run too deep here.

Maybe it will be different in the New World.

-I would not rob you of that hope.

-Goodbye, Darius.

-Goodbye, Duncan MacLeod.

Peace be with you.

VICTOR PAULUS [OFFSCREEN]: Terrible diseases have been

conquered because dedicated men went from failure to

failure until they succeed.

We can--

we must do no less, for our children.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming out in this weather.

-Inspiring, wasn't it?

Oh, but I forgot.

You turned away from Darius's teachings a long time ago.

-That didn't make me his enemy.

Just not a disciple.

-I've wanted to meet you for so long.

But you know how busy one gets.

Holy ground is useful for business discussions.

Someone spoiled a very carefully

laid little plan yesterday.

It was you, wasn't it?

-You know, a fellow Scot says something about the plans of

mice and men.

What do you want, Grayson?

-An understanding.

An understanding that for every action, there is an

equal and adverse reaction.

Should you insist on protecting Darius's star

pupil, I might, for example, cease to offer my protection

to those around you.

-I protect those around me.

-I'm prepared to offer you a deal, Duncan MacLeod.

One that I rarely make.

-Why?

-Let's just say I'm a risk manager.

Keeping you neutral is simply good business.

All you have to do is nothing.

Just that--

nothing.

And I will spare both you and your lady for the rest of her

natural life.

Oh.

I see it's true what they say about you.

You have become emotionally entangled with these mortals.

-Go to hell.

-They also say you're a man of action rather than words.

Those were ill chosen, and I'll ignore them.

But if you interfere with my plans again, neither you nor

those you love will ever be safe.

-No one's ever safe, Grayson.

Not even you.

-Safe from what?

-It was just an observation on the human condition.

-Grayson?

I don't know the name.

-He's not exactly a public figure.

-But if he were an arms merchant, he

wouldn't need to be.

The counselor behind the curtain, the invisible man.

I like that.

How do you know him?

While we're on the subject, how do you know Victor Paulus?

-We have a friend in common.

-This is the last one.

-I'll take it out for you.

Whoa.

This feels like a permanent move.

-It might be.

I don't know.

-Yeah, well, hey.

You know, that's cool.

You know, no roots.

No bonds.

No liabilities.

-Richie.

-Let me just ask you one question, Tess.

Why you going to Paris now?

-I will only distract Duncan.

He'll think more clearly if I'm not around.

-Yeah, well, he should be more worried about you being alone

in Paris with all those French dudes.

-That's why you're going with her--

to protect her from all those French dudes.

-This for me?

It's a ticket to Paris.

-Mm-hm.

-Oh, man.

What can I say?

How am I going to communicate?

-Sign language.

-Uh--

bonjour.

Ca va?

Merci.

Uh--

Passe-moi le beurre.

-We'll work on it.

-Oh, Mac.

Thank you.

-Go home.

Pack.

-Right.

Right.

I've gotta pack.

I'm not going to have to, like, eat frogs or snails or

anything like that, right?

No, I'm serious.

I mean, at least not right away, right?

-Pack.

-Right.

Right, right.

-I thought he should go with you.

-Yeah.

-I'll take you to the airport.

-If you think I'm going to let you say "goodbye" to me at the

airport, Duncan MacLeod, think again.

I'll call a cab.

When are you facing Grayson?

-Soon.

-Remember, Paris is our city.

I'll be waiting for you.

-I know.

These things will kill me.

-I'm ready.

-What's the rush?

Do you really think there's something waiting

for us after this?

Darius does.

But you're smarter than he is.

-What do you know about me?

-Oh, I'm quite a student of your exploits--

almost a fan.

You have immense potential.

You may not realize this, but there are few like you left.

I've killed so money.

Shame to waste you just yet.

Why don't you come and work for me, MacLeod--

oh, not long.

Only a century or so.

We could do so much.

-With the gathering near at hand, what makes you think any

of us have a century left?

-Ah.

Well, then, I promise you this.

You and I will be the last two immortals left on Earth.

We can fight it out then for the ultimate prize.

-And Victor Paulus will die.

-You don't even know him.

Think of what's at stake.

Can one stranger be worth such a loss?

-You're only doing this to hurt Darius.

-Not hurt him.

Destroy him.

-Then why bargain with me?

-Maybe I like you.

Come on.

What do you say, Duncan MacLeod of the Clan Macleod?

Have you no taste for greatness?

-There can be only one.

-You're a foolish lad.

[cars honking]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Go back, what's that?

What's going on over there?

-You're lucky as well.

You've been reprieved.

-Grayson, soon.

-We're here at the Sterling Hotel, where Victor Paulus is

giving his final conference.

He's invited a small group of businessmen and politicians,

where he will be twisting arms and winning

over a few stony hearts.

Excuse me, sir.

-We've paid one of the security men.

He'll lead Paulus right to our people.

-You're here because of this Grayson, aren't you?

If you really care, go back inside.

-Jaded journalist types don't fall for lines like that.

-Jaded journalist types don't care.

I think you do.

-Don't let first impressions fool you.

Good luck, MacLeod.

-This way, Mr. Paulus.

Hold it.

[shouting]

-You saved my life again.

Why are you-- who are you?

-I'm a friend of Darius.

-You didn't learn this from Darius.

-I wasn't much of a student.

-Freeze.

You OK?

-I'm all right.

Thanks to this gentleman.

-There's another one in the elevator.

Find out who paid him.

-Who was that guy?

-Thank you.

Thank you.

You have no idea how happy I am to be here tonight.

Someone once said that peace--

-Grayson?

-MacLeod.

-Mr. Grayson?

It is Grayson, isn't it?

I saw you talking to MacLeod the other day.

Any idea who's trying to kill Victor Paulus?

Well, excuse me.

-[SHOUTING, VOICE ECHOING] MacLeod.

-Sulphur.

That was the beginning of it.

The Chinese used it to amuse.

It took someone of vision to see it's true use, and create

from it gunpowder.

And the world was never the same again.

What about you, MacLeod?

Ever done anything that really changed the world?

Too bad.

Now you never will.

-Another century and you might have beaten me.

There can be only one.

[groaning]

-There can be only one.

-Duncan.

I heard from Victor Paulus.

He told me what you've done.

-Yeah, Grayson won't be bothering him anymore.

-He was once my closest friend on Earth.

How are you?

-Well, I--

-Duncan.

-I'm fine now.

-Yeah.

-Hey, buddy.

Let's not forget you're on holy ground here.

How you doing, my friend?

Good to see you.

-Yeah, well, how you finding Paris?

-Well, I like the Parisian ladies quite a bit.

Yeah.

Still dealing with this little language barrier, though.

Trying to figure out just quite how to break the ice.

-Will you excuse us?

-Oh.

I believe they need to break the ice.

I wasn't always a priest, you know?

When I was a young man, the first thing you had to do when

introduced to a woman was compliment her father's horse.

That--

well, that probably doesn't help you.

-No, not a whole lot.

-Let me tell you a story.

-Oh, Duncan.

I want to lock you in a hotel room with me for a week.

-Yeah, well, maybe I should send you away more often.

-Duncan, I love my new job.

I'd like to stay here, just for a while.

-You want some company?

-I'd love company.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Only if you want to.

Well, Paris, huh?

I guess I could, uh, hang out here for a while.

It's a good job, huh?

-Great job.

-Great.

I like being kept.

-Kept?

-Yeah.

You know, I mean, uh, I think I'm going to hang out on the

barge, catch up on my reading while you

bring home the bacon.

-Barge?

What barge?

-Oh, I forgot to tell you about the barge.

No self-respecting museum curator would

live anywhere else.

-Huh.

So I slave away all day while you sunbathe on a barge.

Is that it?

-Yeah.

But just think of how rested I'll be.

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