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MACLEOD NARRATING: I was born 400 years ago in the highlands

of Scotland.

I am Immortal, and I am not alone.

Now is the time of the Gathering, when the stroke of

a sword will release the power of the Quickening.

In the end, there can be only one.

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

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Oh!

[laughing]

[laughing]

[laughing]

-Ha, ha, ha, ha.

[gasp]

[laughing]

[laughing]

-Look at this guy.

[laughing]

[gunshot]

-Ugh!

[screams]

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: He's been killed!

Oh, no!

[patrons yelling]

-OK.

Whiteface, six feet tall, weight about 170, short hair,

brown eyes.

Hmm.

Is that about all, Mr, uh, MacLeod?

-I think so.

-Inspector LeBrun, another homicide was reported.

Prosecutor Barret was killed half an hour ago in

Marne-La-Vallee.

[sigh]

[sirens]

-The Jihad swore there would be retribution.

-Witnesses said the killer was dressed as

an acrobat in whiteface.

LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: Just like one that killed Judge Belson

last night.

Hm.

Barret lived 20 miles from here.

How the hell did the killer make it all the way over here

in traffic in 20 minutes?

-Damn it!

This wine is inferior.

Are you trying to shame me before my friends?

-You'll need your wits tomorrow for the peace talks

with the English.

A little moderation might be in order.

-Moderation is for monks, MacLeod.

[applause]

[buzzing]

-Thank you, thank you.

Again!

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Ooh!

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Again!

-You should smile, Duncan.

You should enjoy yourself.

You're only young once.

-When the peace talks are over.

-You worry too much.

I know you're in charge of protecting my person, but this

is my chateau, and no one will dare attack me here.

[applause]

[buzzing]

-You know each other?

-We've never met before.

-But I'm sure we'll meet again.

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Ooh!

Oh!

-You should drink with us.

-If I may, uh--

-Absinthe.

-From the Luchesi family.

None better in the whole of France.

-No, thank you.

Madness and death are not things to which I aspire.

-Who wants to live forever?

-I was quite the magician, myself, in my youth.

-Really?

Well then, perhaps my Lord Baron would care to join us.

I'm sure your guest would enjoy that.

-Baron, don't do this.

-Yes, perhaps he's right.

Perhaps somebody slightly younger

and more supple might--

-I'm young enough and strong enough for

whatever you require.

-Please, Baron--

-Who is the lord of this manor?

-Are you ready, my lord?

-Always.

What would you have me do?

[whispering]

[laughing]

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Oh!

How clever!

[laughing]

[screams]

-Baron!

[crying]

-I don't suppose you would be able to recognize him if you

saw him again.

-I might.

-How could you?

He was in whiteface.

-By the color of his eyes, shape of his

nose, his face structure.

-You're a very observant man.

-Thank you.

-Do you have a match?

-No, I don't smoke.

-Have we ever met?

-I don't think so.

-I think we have.

-I only just recently returned to Paris.

-OK.

We have your address if we need you.

-Well, I hope you catch him.

-We will.

Do you have a match?

-No, Inspector, I don't smoke.

-The Bureau of Arts hired me because they think I'm an

expert on sculpture.

-You are.

-The only thing I feel expert in is knowing how little I

really know.

-Well, then you're on the true path to wisdom.

-The man you saw wasn't an Immortal, so why do you think

Kuyler was involved?

-It has to be him.

It's his pattern.

He hides behind costumes and makeup.

-But why go to all that trouble?

-Because when people see an acrobat or a clown, they

laugh, they relax, they lower their guard.

What better time to kill?

-You've met him before.

-He killed a good friend.

-If he knew you were here, would he--

-Tessa, he's not going to challenge me.

He's an assassin, not a warrior.

He kills when least expected.

And he prefers his victims unarmed.

-When we left the states, I had this fantasy that somehow

the Gathering wouldn't find us.

I know, it's everywhere.

I just wish--

-Tessa, he doesn't know where I am.

There's no reason for him to know.

-What's up, Mac?

-What is that?

-What's that?

Tessa, I'm shocked!

It's Napoleon.

-You hungry?

-Am I?

Oh, of course.

Thank you.

You like it?

I got it down at the flea market.

Had a hell of a time with it on the subway.

-It's called the metro.

-The metro, right.

-Yeah.

-I knew that.

-Um, hm.

-What's it for?

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: It's for you guys.

It's, uh-- it's sort of a barge-warming present.

-For us?

-Yeah.

Well, look.

I mean, if you don't like it, I--

-No, no.

No it's-- it's very, very--

-Historical.

- --historical.

-Thank you.

Let me see if I can find a place to put here.

Ah, I'll just, uh, move this thing out of the way, here.

-Oh, why-- why don't we leave everything where it is, just

for a while?

-Oh.

OK.

You want to live with it for a while.

I get it--

get a feel for the room.

It's OK.

I understand.

-I really appreciate the thought.

-Oh, well, you're very welcome.

It's just my way of saying, merci beaucoup.

You know, I have a very strange feeling that Paris and

I are going to be quite good for each other, if you guys

know what I mean.

I think it's something about the Parisians, you know?

Their so very, very, very French.

It's-- it's, uh, they--

they carry automatic weapons.

-What?

-Mac, get over here.

Check this out.

-Call the police.

-Kuyler?

-Who's Kuyler?

-Ugh!

-I remember you now.

Where's Kuyler?

-I don't know.

-But you sure as hell know who he is.

-Oh, you told me.

-Don't play games with me.

That son of a bitch was responsible for the deaths of

three very brave men, today.

-Who were they?

-The men who tried and convicted the terrorists who

blew up the cafe near the Bastille.

-I'm sorry, I can't help you.

-Can't or won't?

What are you MacLeod?

Don't tell me an antique dealer.

You took out one of my best men, and he

never saw you coming.

-Well, I didn't know he was a cop.

I just saw a guy coming at me with a gun.

-You thought it was Kuyler.

Just like 12 years ago.

I was a young cop at the time.

Kuyler had just assassinated the president

of one of our banks.

I had heard he was hiding out by the Seine.

-If you give up, MacLeod, I won't dismember you before I

take your head.

-You go to hell.

[grunts]

-Ugh!

-Uh, ooh!

[sirens]

-Stop!

Damn!

[distant yelling]

TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, what are you doing?

-Ugh!

Sorry, I didn't want to miss the boat.

-What do you think you're doing?

-Uh, I didn't want to miss the tour.

-Is this the way you always make an entrance?

-I wanted to make an impression.

-You have.

Bravo.

You could have been hurt.

There's another boat in 15 minutes.

-I wanted this one.

-I--

you--

I'm sorry for this

interruption, ladies and gentlemen.

I told you Paris was full of surprises.

Behind you, we have the Cathedral of Notre Dame.

Construction began in 1163, and was completed in 1343.

Yes.

What do you want?

-It was completed in 1345.

-What?

-Notre Dame was completed in 1345.

-How do you know?

I suppose you were there?

-Well, no.

Actually, it was a little bit before my time.

-Uh, anyway, as I said, construction was completed in

thirteen-forty--

-Five.

- --three.

The Seine divides Paris in two parts.

This is the left bank--

-How could I forget a guy who comes crashing through a glass

door, rolls over the hood of my car and disappears?

-It wasn't me.

-Hey, Inspector.

-What were you doing there?

GENDARME [OFFSCREEN]: There's a message for

you from the chief.

-Your ID checks out.

Fine.

But who are you?

-We've been through this already, and--

-And we'll go through it again.

-You have my statement and my papers.

Either charge me, or let me go.

-If I find out that you lied to me about Kuyler, you'll

share a cell with him for the rest of your natural life.

God!

Excellent!

I think the light looks perfect, just like that.

What do you think?

-I think it looks like it looks.

-Yeah.

-Mm, hm.

-Looks pretty good.

Yo, Mac, what's up?

-Darius doesn't know where Kuyler is.

-Well, maybe he split town after he

popped those two guys.

-I doubt it.

[sigh]

No one knows what he looks like, except me.

He could be standing five feet away from LeBrun and he

wouldn't even know he was there.

-So what are you going to do?

-Find him.

-Right.

The CIA and the Intergalactic Space Patrol can't find him.

But you, Duncan MacLeod, can.

-Uh-huh.

-What are we looking for?

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Old liquor and specialty shops.

You have any pre-1940?

-If I did, I would keep it and drink it myself.

I have Hierbas.

-No, I'll keep looking.

Thank you.

Do you have any, uh, any absinthe?

-It is against the law to sell absinthe.

-Well, uh, [clears throat]

to connoisseurs--

to true me of discretion--

such things can be made unimportant.

-I wish I could help you.

[flipping more bills]

-Me too.

-Who sent you here?

-A friend whose tastes I share.

A little taller than I am, well-built, short hair.

Oh, my friend asked me to make sure that you didn't sell me

his.

-Tell him I understand his need.

Tuesday, noon, there'll be another bottle for him.

Just like always.

-Good.

He'll be very pleased to hear that.

Thank you.

[bells over door jingle]

[door closes]

-Hello?

Kuyler.

Hello.

[gun cocks]

-Here.

That's a good way to get yourself killed, my friend.

-That's not funny.

[creaking]

[chuckling]

-I'm sorry.

I think it's very funny.

-Well, I hate this place.

It makes me feel like I'm walking around the dead.

-Why are you here?

-There was a witness to the killing at the cafe.

-So what?

All he saw was a man hidden by a mask of makeup.

-Well, the guy swears that he could identify Anthony out of

his makeup.

We have to get rid of him.

-That's not all.

LeBrun thinks that he could identify you.

-Impossible.

Everybody who knows my face either works for

me or they're dead.

What was the gentleman's name?

MacLeod, Duncan MacLeod.

You know him?

-Perhaps not everybody who knows my face is dead--

yet.

-So what do I tell Richie?

-Well tell him the truth.

Tell him you hated the sculpture and you smashed it

into a thousand pieces.

-I did not.

It was an accident.

-You mean, you didn't hate it?

-Of course, I hated it.

Anybody with any taste would hate it.

But I didn't knock it off the stand on purpose.

-Well, that's not what Freud would say.

-Yeah, I'm sure the two of you had hours of fascinating

conversations.

-Yeah, well, as a matter of fact--

TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: What is it?

-LeBrun.

-MacLeod.

Miss.

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Inspector.

-I've come to see if you've remembered

anything about Kuyler.

-No, I'm sorry.

-Me too.

Last night, I spoke with a Sergeant Bennett in the US.

-Oh, how is the sergeant?

LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: Still trying to figure out how you

turn up in the middle of so much crap.

-Well, I'm just lucky, I guess.

-Get down!

Ow!

Ugh!

-Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Richie, call an ambulance!

[moaning]

-What was I supposed to do?

MacLeod could identify me.

-You acted carelessly, without orders.

-Well, I thought you'd be happy if I killed him.

-But you didn't kill him.

You didn't even kill the cop.

-I will.

-You will do nothing unless I tell you.

You made a very serious mistake, Anthony.

Now MacLeod knows I'm on to him.

-What's the big deal, huh?

The guy is nothing but a bystander.

I will get him next time, pow!

Ugh!

-Am I talking to myself?

Which words didn't you understand?

I said, MacLeod is mine.

-What?

Hey, I didn't know you had something going with this guy.

-Well, you know now.

-I'm sorry.

Look, Kuyler, you know me.

you know I can make it right.

-It's OK.

Forget it.

[gunshot]

-Ugh!

-Now it's right.

-They told me you kept me from bleeding to death.

-I did what I could.

-Don't expect any thanks.

If you were upfront with me about Kuyler, this wouldn't

have happened.

-I didn't come here to argue with you, LeBrun.

I just came here to thank you and to tell you I owe you.

You saved Tessa's life.

-Not to mention your own.

-If you need anything.

-How about a new arm?

The bone in mine is shattered all to hell.

You know what you cost me, MacLeod?

You cost me my damn career.

[scoffs]

Cops with a useless arm don't make it up the ladder.

It's bad for the photo opportunities.

The public likes their commissioners in one piece.

It makes them safer knowing the guy in charge

can fire a damn gun.

-I'm sorry.

-Yeah.

Right.

Get the hell out of here.

-One of your men is owned by Kuyler.

-Come again?

-You heard me Inspector.

-You're a liar.

-Am I?

How did Kuyler's man know where I lived?

Did anyone else with the police know I was a witness to

the shooting?

-I don't buy it.

You're deep into this, MacLeod.

And you're just trying to cover your own ass.

-You've been after Kuyler for years.

And why has he always been a step ahead of you?

-Because people like you don't talk to me.

-You're a good cop, LeBrun.

Think about it.

-Thank you, Madame.

Come and see us again.

-Thank you.

Good bye.

-Glass.

-Someone might come in.

I would rather you didn't drink it here.

I hope your friend was happy with his purchase.

-What did you say?

-The many you sent here.

-The man I sent here?

-He said he was your friend.

-Oh, yes.

Tall, long dark hair.

-Yes, that's him.

[buzzing]

-How nice to see you, MacLeod, especially on Holy Ground.

We've had so few opportunities to just chat.

-This is not a social visit.

-Incidentally, I owe you an apology.

Anthony was very sloppy.

I killed him for you.

-You're mad, Kuyler.

-Maybe.

Maybe I'm just trying to excel at what I do.

Didn't you ever want to be the best at something?

-Murder means nothing to you?

-On the contrary, it means everything.

I would have thought you would have understood

me better than that.

I was never very good at anything else.

As a kid, there was always someone faster or smarter.

Did you know I have a very pleasant singing voice?

It's good, but not good enough for grand opera.

It's the same with my tumbling.

So you kill.

-We all have to do something.

Besides, it pays well and I have expensive habits.

Do you know how many mortals I've killed over the years?

-I'm sure you do.

-Oh, I've kept a book.

2,760.

Now I don't want you to think I'm bragging, but, uh, I'm the

greatest assassin in all of history.

Of course, there have been men responsible for more deaths,

but, uh, none of them killed so many, so close.

-I don't think there are gonna be any more

entries in your book.

-Oh, I think I'll have a few more trophies on the wall

before I retire.

-Let's go.

-Don't think so.

You see that man over there?

He's got an automatic pistol in his jacket.

And one word from me, and, uh--

[children laughing]

-You get my point?

I knew you would.

-I'll fine you.

-Correction--

I'll find you first.

-I had him.

He stood right next to me.

I could have just reached out and--

-Do you believe his man would have killed those children?

-Absolutely.

-Then what other choice did you have?

-I don't know.

Maybe I--

-Duncan, you may be Immortal, but you're not omnipotent.

You couldn't save that Baron.

You couldn't save LeBrun's arm.

The world is not your responsibility.

-Kuyler has no remorse, whatsoever.

He kills just to gratify his own ego.

He's still out there.

I don't know where to begin to look.

But--

what are you doing?

-I'll call and cancel the meeting.

-No.

The first presentation to your board is not something you

want to cancel.

TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: Duncan.

-Go.

You have your job to do, I have mine.

This is our life, Tessa.

We have to keep living it.

-I know.

I won't be late.

-Well, Inspector Sole, what can I do for you?

-Well, Kuyler's killed again.

-Who was it?

-The body has not been identified yet.

It was found in a warehouse in the garment center.

-Are you sure it was Kuyler?

-Well, Inspector LeBrun is.

He wants to see you.

-Oh.

How's he feeling?

He checked himself out of the hospital

against doctor's orders.

-You know, some guys are gluttons for punishment.

Well, you know, I'm surprised that LeBrun hasn't caught

Kuyler by now.

Aren't you?

-He's an allusive bastard, that's for sure.

-Yeah, the way he drinks, you'd think he make

a mistake by now.

-Or the absinthe would kill him.

-Maybe the police should drink a little more.

Maybe they'd understand him better.

-I think we should go.

-OK.

I'll just get my coat.

-He's in there?

-He's waiting for you here.

-Well, you can go now.

You've done your master's bidding.

It was the absinthe.

-What?

-Get in there.

[buzzing]

[brakes squeal]

-I'll take care of this.

-How are you feeling, Inspector?

-Lousy.

Get out of the car, Sole.

-Is something wrong?

-Just get your ass out of the car.

And keep your hands where I can see them.

-Sure, Inspector, whatever you say.

What is this all about?

-Where did you take MacLeod?

-What makes you think I took him anywhere?

-Because I put a radio transmitter in your damn car,

you lying son of a bitch!

Why did you sell out?

Was it only for the money we found in the Swiss account?

-Inspector, whatever you think, I assure you I can

explain everything.

[scoffs]

-You're going to do life, Sole.

And I'm going to see to it personally.

Where is MacLeod?

Come on!

[SWORD SWISHES AND BREAKS A MANNEQUIN]

-MacLeod, how good of you to call.

So you did find me after all.

Oh, it's just me and you.

And there's nowhere to go.

-Get on with it, then.

-Oh.

Tck, tck, tck, tck.

What's the big hurry to die?

Huh?

You know, I never told you before, but I've missed you

all these years.

One for the road?

Mm, [sigh]

I do so hate to drink alone.

Now I can finish what I started, all those years ago.

-Well, I think it's going to be a little

different this time.

-Oh, really?

Why's that?

-I forgot to mention--

I brought this.

-And I thought you were just another pretty face.

Aah!

[thunder rumbling]

-Aaaahh!

-MacLeod!

MacLeod, you in there?

MacLeod!

[knocking]

LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: MacLeod.

-Inspector LeBrun, what are you doing here this evening?

-What happened at the garment factory?

-What garment factory?

-With Kuyler.

-Oh, you still insist that I know him.

-Know him?

You decapitated him.

-[scoffs]

When did I do that?

[door opening]

-Tonight.

Sole took you there, on Kuyler's orders.

-Good evening.

-And why would he want to do something like that?

-Because you were right.

Kuyler owned him.

-Oh, so Sole's been lying to you all this time.

-Yes.

-But you still believe him about this?

Thanks, sweetheart.

-You won't admit to any part of this, will you?

-How could I?

-And, I guess, according to you, he's

been here all evening?

-You wouldn't want me to lie, would you?

-I'll show you out, Inspector.

-I can't prove anything, but we both know what happened.

-Goodbye, Inspector.

-Not goodbye, au revoir.

It's my guess I'll be seeing you again.

-Ooh!

Cheers!

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