Original subtitles

DUNCAN 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"]

[man humming "amazing grace"]

[chuckles]

Why didn't you just tell me you're seeing someone else?

-Because I'm not.

Paul, I love you.

-But you want him.

It is Jack, isn't it?

-Our lab assistant?

He's only 20 years old.

-So was I when we met.

-This isn't about jealousy at all, is it, Paul?

-What are you talking about?

-It's about you and me.

You grow old and I don't.

I'm sorry, but that's the way it is.

-40 years seems forever when you're 20.

It's a lot easier to take then.

That's something you'll never understand.

-I understand envy when I see it.

-Go to hell!

Don't turn your back on me!

[instruments clatter to floor]

-What's wrong with you?

-I can't stand looking in the mirror, knowing

that one day, s-some--

I'm leaving you before you leave me.

-What?

-We're over.

-Paul, you can't.

-Watch me.

-I'm going home now.

We can get through this.

[broken glass tinkling]

-I'm sorry.

[gunshot]

[glass tinkles]

[fwoom]

DUNCAN MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: It's funny what will drive men

to their deaths.

You know, neither Pickett nor Longstreet wanted to take that

hill, but Lee had 15,000 men.

He thought he was unbeatable.

-Hm.

Pride doth goest before the fall.

And victory to those who hold the high ground.

-Careful, you're going to knock that over.

-Oh, that's already bent.

-You know, you may be a priest--

[chuckles]

but you still think like a warrior.

Now Napoleon, on the other hand--

where's that book on Napoleon you had?

-Napoleon?

That--

that's over there.

It's in there.

Well, war in the abstract is a great intellectual puzzle.

But in reality, it's all blood and tears.

DUNCAN MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Then why make it into a game?

-To deny what I was is to deny what I am.

[extra-sensory buzz]

-Darius?

-Grace.

-[SHAKILY] I've been walking the streets all night long.

I didn't know where else to go.

-What is it?

Paul?

-He's dead.

-What?

-Duncan?

Duncan, I'm glad you're here.

By the time I got back to him, it was too late.

-So was it an accident?

-I think I heard a gunshot before the fire.

-Any ideas who did it?

-No.

-Perhaps it's someone wanting your research.

-Paul and I just moved in.

There wasn't anything to steal but the equipment, which is

completely destroyed.

-What about Carlo Sendaro?

-I haven't seen him in years.

-All right.

-And if he did kill Paul, why hasn't he come for me?

-I don't suppose you've spoken to the police.

-Too many questions I might not have answers for.

-Oh, I have to--

I have to prepare for afternoon mass.

Grace, my rectory is a little bit Spartan--

not to mention, public.

But if you like, I'll call the Mother Superior at the convent

and arrange for you to stay there.

If it's Sendaro, you'll be safe on holy ground.

-I feel better just talking to you.

And to you.

Darius told me you were back in town, and that you were

living on a barge with your mortal lover.

-Her name's Tessa, and you should have dropped by.

-Paul and I were having our problems.

A handsome Immortal friend wouldn't have helped.

Duncan, what should I do?

If it is Sendaro, he won't just go away.

After I left him, he kept trailing me.

-You changed your identity--

-Three times.

-Yeah.

-He can't conceive that I've stopped loving him.

You were right about him.

-I think you should stay with us for a while until we can

find out whether it's Sendaro or not.

-You think it will be all right with--?

-Tessa.

Yeah.

-Duncan, I'm home.

All day I've been thinking about that New Year's Eve we

spent in Normandy.

You know, maybe this weekend, you and I could go somewhere

and have lots of fun and spend--

-No.

-What's the matter?

GRACE [OFFSCREEN]: Duncan?

Duncan, where do you keep the towels?

-[sighs]

Under the sink in the bathroom.

GRACE [OFFSCREEN]: Found them.

Thanks.

-You were saying?

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: [speaking french]

-You want some coffee?

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: [speaking french]

OK, so my accent sucks.

But I'm working on it.

[water running]

-Do we have company?

-Grace Chandel.

An old friend of mine.

-How old?

[horse neighs]

-Aaah!

[thud]

-Oh!

[horse neighs]

[woman screaming]

[extra-sensory buzz]

[woman screaming]

[woman screaming and panting]

[woman screaming]

[woman screaming]

[scream]

[extra-sensory buzz]

-I'm Duncan Ma--

-If it's my head you want, I'd appreciate it if you'd wait a

few minutes.

Come on, girl.

That's it.

Keep going.

Yeah.

Give us one more push.

-[crying out in pain]

-Get me water!

Just one more!

[screaming]

OK

GRACE [OFFSCREEN]: That's it!

That's it!

Come on, one more time.

It's coming!

Keep going, keep going.

I--

I see its head, it's coming.

It's coming.

[panting and crying]

[music - "amazing grace"]

[smack]

[smack]

[smack]

[baby cries]

[music - "amazing grace"]

-Do you wonder what it would be like, too?

To hold your own child in your arms?

-We are what we are.

-Yes.

I know.

Obviously I can't outfight you, and I'm too tired to run,

so we might as well get on with it.

-Get on with what?

-Just leave the mother and child.

-[laughs]

I wish you no harm.

-You don't want my head?

-Well--

no.

Only to admire.

TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: Is she still a doctor?

-Well, she's been doing research when, mainly.

She figured she could help people more that way.

Right now she's been trying to develop an antiviral vaccine.

-And she's been your friend for all these centuries?

-Mm-hm.

-Centuries.

Wow.

The expiration date on my relationships is usually a

few, uh--

-Weeks.

-Weeks?

Thank you.

Months.

Ahem.

-[clears throat]

-Oh, um--

Grace, I want you to meet Tessa.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-And, uh, Richie.

-I'm sorry I'm not dressed.

-Hey, that's OK.

I uh, I think you look fantastic.

-Come on.

I'll find something for you.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Tessa's beautiful.

She may not be one of us, but she has an old soul.

You're a lucky man.

-Yeah.

-She's lucky, too.

Sometimes I wish I was mortal.

It'd simplify things, wouldn't it, to know there was a limit

to life, so that time is precious.

To be able to share things like grey hair, parenthood.

-No one can choose who they are-- not

you, not me, not Paul.

-I know.

I remember. "We are what we are." Paul hated growing old

without me.

I could see it in his eyes for years before he exploded.

He hated me for it.

And now he's gone, and I hurt again.

God, I get so tired of it sometimes.

We go on and everything around us dies.

You've always been a good friend, Mac.

Don't hunt for Sendaro.

I don't want to lose you, too.

TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: I've made some coffee.

-I'm sorry, I couldn't.

-Tessa, I--

-Do you still love her?

-No.

-That's all that needs to be said.

She's your friend and she's been hurt.

You'll help her.

I'd expect you to do no less.

-Thanks.

-I think she would feel more comfortable with some of her

own things.

-Yeah, well, I'll stop by her apartment.

I love you, Tess.

-I know.

Have you any idea who did it?

-No, it wasn't a random break-in.

Nothing was stolen.

-Then why?

-There's an Immortal called Carlo Sendaro.

They were lovers for a century.

Then they fell apart, and he couldn't handle that.

-You think he would kill for her?

-Yeah.

-Now look who's here.

You wouldn't happen to know someone named Grace Chandel?

-Yes, I would.

Why's that?

-Where is she?

-Is there a problem, Inspector?

INSPECTOR LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: Well, her boyfriend was

murdered with a 9mm automatic.

And guess what we found at her apartment?

-You trying to say that Grace shot him?

-I don't know.

That's what I'll find out.

-She wouldn't do that.

-Now how did I know she was a friend of yours?

The neighbors said they argued a lot.

One hell of a coincidence, wouldn't you say?

And we had an anonymous caller.

He swore that she was Paul Warren's murderer.

-Maybe your anonymous caller had a reason to lie.

-Oh, maybe.

But if ballistics matches the bullet in Paul Warren's chest

to this, your friend Grace Chandel is going to be charged

with murder.

And, uh, there's such a thing as an accessory,

MacLeod, you know?

-They think I killed Paul?

-They found a gun in your apartment.

-This is crazy.

I loved Paul.

I would have never--

-Look, LeBrun is no fool.

Now he knows we're friends, she can't stay here.

-Where can she go?

-I have to leave the country.

-Well, you'll need a new identity to start over.

It's not going to be easy.

Everything's computerized these days.

Not like the old days, when you could just pick up and

walk over the hills and be somebody else.

INSPECTOR LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: MacLeod!

-We got company, Mac.

-LeBrun?

-That's right, boss.

-Get the speed boat and take her to Darius.

Here.

INSPECTOR LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: MacLeod, you in there?

MacLeod!

-Inspector.

Twice in one day?

I'm honored.

-Where is Grace Chandel?

-Oh, yeah.

Well, if I see her, I'll tell her you stopped by.

-Are you going to let me inside?

-Do you have a warrant?

-If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn't be asking.

-Well, I guess that's perfect cop logic.

Welcome aboard.

Nah, it's this way.

[SPEEDBOAT MOTORS QUIETLY AWAY]

TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: What is it?

[extra-sensory buzz]

-An Immortal.

Quick.

-Kitchen and the bathroom are down there if you want.

-She was here, wasn't she, MacLeod?

-Well, she's a friend of mine.

She comes here from time to time.

-It would be easier for everyone concerned if you'd

tell her to come in and talk to me.

-Well, if I see her, I'll let you know.

-MacLeod.

-Yeah?

-Just don't get in over your head.

-Never do.

-Have a very nice day, Inspector.

[ting]

-Ah!

-[gasp]

GRACE [OFFSCREEN]: Carlo.

You are here.

-For you.

Why are you running?

A beautiful woman should never be afraid of me.

"She doth teach the torches to burn bright." Carlo Sendaro,

at your service.

[extra-sensory buzz]

-You were on your way to see Darius, or just trying to get

to holy ground?

-Both.

-Shall we?

-Oof, it's been so long since my last confession.

-No--

I think it best we let them speak alone for a while.

-Grace, you are my life.

You always have been.

-Is that why you make my life hell?

-You loved me once.

I could make you love me again.

-No, you couldn't.

-[scoffs]

Oh, yes, I could.

-You killed Paul.

-Why would I do that?

-[SHOUTING] You bastard!

You did kill him!

-Calm down!

Calm down.

Calm down.

Who put those lies in your head?

[extra-sensory buzz]

-I see.

WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Monsieur.

[extra-sensory buzz]

-Carlo, don't!

-I haven't come to fight you.

-Duncan?

What brings you here?

-I heard you were leaving.

-Who are you?

-Carlo Sendaro, this is Duncan MacLeod, an old friend.

-Where are you going?

-We're going to the Amazon jungle.

-Oh, the Amazon.

GRACE [OFFSCREEN]: This is a wonderful

opportunity for my research.

I've heard the Indians there have some

extraordinary medicines.

I'll be staying at Carlo's plantation.

-So you have other properties, then?

-Oh, yes.

Actually, this is a rubber plantation.

-As big as Paris.

-No.

It's much bigger.

-Come off it.

[laughs]

-I'm not exaggerating.

[laughs]

It's much bigger.

-Could I have a word with you, please?

Do you mind?

How well do you know Sendaro?

-I know he won't take my head, if that's what you're afraid

of.

-No, the Amazon's a long ways away.

-So?

-I've heard things about Sendaro.

Once he thinks something's his, he never gives it up.

-Thank you, but I can take care of myself.

-[scoffs]

-I didn't think you were the jealous type.

SENDARO [OFFSCREEN]: [clears throat]

I'm afraid we have quite a long way to go.

And our ship sails at dawn.

-Be careful.

-She's mine now, and always will be.

-Or not.

-If I see you again--

-If you don't take care of Grace, you will.

-Don't worry.

She's in good hands.

-May the winds be with you.

-Goodbye, Duncan.

[whip cracks]

[horse neighs]

-Have you forgotten where you are?

-Yes.

I'm not here to deal with your past mistakes.

Just our future.

-We have no future

-Grace, you belong with me.

-Don't you mean to you?

-You stay out of this if you want to go on living.

-Some things are easier said than done.

-You arrogant bastard.

You killed the man I love and you expect me

to come with you?

-What future do you have here, with the police searching for

you?

-You placed the gun in her apartment?

-I said, stay out of this.

I love you, Grace.

I love you.

I have an empire in the Amazon.

You could continue your research.

In 20 or 30 years, you could come back--

-You're crazy.

Get out of here.

Once and for all, get out of my life.

-I love you.

This does not end here.

-You're so right.

[music - "amazing grace"]

-You know, I wonder whatever happened to that baby.

-Which baby?

-When we met.

-Funny.

I think about her too, sometimes.

Maybe she had children of her own, grandchildren, great

grandchildren.

That child could be one of her offspring.

And here we are, still.

Actually, I was thinking about another time.

There was a little inn not too far from this spot.

-Yeah, I remember it.

-Probably a fast food restaurant now.

Things change.

Even we do.

It's time that keeps shifting things under our feet.

-That's not what happened.

-No.

The truth is, you and I were too different.

-Maybe if I'd stayed--

-You would have been unhappy.

So I let you go.

My wandering knight, charging off to right all the

wrongs of the world.

-Not so much, now.

-Are you happy?

-Yes.

Yes, I am.

-That's good.

So what now?

-Well, now, we've got to find you a new identity.

-I want a nice name this time.

-[laughs]

Well, we'll see what we can find.

-LeBrun is going crazy.

He has MacLeod's barge covered.

We have to watch the church.

The Chandel girl might try to contact

the priest, uh, Darius.

-Isabelle Pontand, born April 12th, 1964,

died April 20, 1964.

Eight days on planet Earth.

You missed a hell of a party.

-What's up, boss?

-Is LeBrun's man still out there?

-Oh, absolutely.

And doing a very unsuccessful job trying not to be obvious.

There you go.

Two forms you asked for.

-Oh, good.

Tessa'll keep Grace away from the barge long enough for us

to get the documents to her.

-You know, I keep telling you, Mac.

If we were in the states, I could have fixed you up with

something absolutely, completely, 100%, totally

hassle-free.

-Yeah, and all you would have had to do is talk to your

friends in the local prison.

-Hey, gimme a break, Mac.

I'm talking about one-stop shopping.

So how are we supposed to meet up with Tess and Grace?

-They'll call.

-You'd think I'd learn how to handle this, wouldn't you?

And the strange thing is, every time it happens, I tell

myself I won't go through it again.

I swear to myself I won't fall in love with a mortal.

As if love was something you had any control over.

You and Mac have something good.

I envy you.

-Grace, about you and Mac--

-We had a moment.

That was all--

though I wanted it to be more.

Please don't hold it against me.

-It's funny, but I don't.

It would take me several lifetimes to find out

everything in Duncan's past.

I know there've been others, but I never thought I would

meet one of them.

And here you are.

What happened between you and Sendaro?

-We went on a great adventure.

But over the years, he changed.

He went from being an explorer to being a conqueror.

He started terrorizing and dominating the

people I was treating.

He demanded whole villages to worship him like a god.

-So you ran.

-I've been few running ever since.

Every few decades, he finds me.

[extra-sensory buzz]

-Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

What are you doing here, Tessa?

-That's a question I should be asking you.

What do you want?

-May I talk to you?

Tell her to leave.

-It's all right.

I'm safe.

Just give us a moment.

-I'll be waiting by the gate.

-Your chaperone?

-Tessa is my friend.

-You always did have a weakness for mortals.

-If you mean I prefer friends to slaves, you're right.

-No, I just mean mortals.

Grace--

stay.

Face it, Grace.

Our love is immortal.

-He's got her!

-How?

-He must have been waiting for her at the cemetery, knowing

she would come.

-Do you know where they went?

-I think she went with him to protect me.

-I'll find them.

-Want me to go with you?

-No.

-I knew I could count on your memory, MacLeod.

-Where is she?

-She's picking up the passport you were so

instrumental in obtaining.

You should have been a bureaucrat, not an Immortal.

-And you should have stayed in Brazil.

-No one takes what is mine.

-She's not yours, and she never was.

-You still love her, don't you?

-No.

-I knew it from the first time I saw you.

-You know, you were blind then, and you still are.

-And you're dead!

[swords clashing]

GRACE [OFFSCREEN]: [SHOUTING] Stop!

[swords clashing]

-[SHOUTING] No more killing!

-Do it!

MacLeod, do it now.

Come on.

Come on, huh?

-There's plenty of time.

-Do it.

-Get behind me.

-You should have killed me when you had the chance.

Grace, there's no way you can escape me.

-You all right?

-I keep looking over my shoulder for the police.

-It's not the police you should be afraid of.

-I should never have returned to Paris.

-But you did.

-I'll be more careful this time.

-Where will you go?

-It's a big world.

I can go wherever I want.

Oh, god, sometimes I get so tired of the charade.

One day I'm Grace, next, I'm Helen.

OK, who am I today?

-At least you had the choice.

Most people don't.

GRACE [OFFSCREEN]: I can change my name.

I can't choose who I am.

And we have to move on.

You have to move on, I have to move on.

At least we'll have a little more choice

than Isabelle Pontand.

She was a baby.

She was here for only a moment, and the only thing she

ever had was her name, and--

and now I've taken that.

-You have a right.

You're alive.

You and every other living thing has a basic instinct.

It needs to survive.

-Don't you ever get tired of living with a guy who knows

everything?

-I thought you would know him better than that.

-Well, if I know everything, I know he

knows your new identity.

-I have to take that chance.

-I'll get you out of the country.

-Duncan, you can't protect me forever.

I'm a big girl.

I can get on the plane alone.

-At least let me--

-Please.

It's easier to say goodbye here.

-Inspector LeBrun, the Chandel woman has entered the church.

[extra-sensory buzz]

-Grace.

Grace.

-I had to say goodbye.

-Where are you going?

-I don't know.

-Is there nothing I can do to help?

-Pray to St. Christopher for me.

-[laughs]

Patron saint of travelers.

So drop me a postcard sometime, hm?

I'm starting a collection.

in

-Miss Chandel.

You're under arrest for the murder of Paul Warren.

-No.

-Come with us.

[gunshot]

-Not so fast, Miss Chandel.

You're not going anywhere.

This is the police.

You're under arrest for the murder of Paul Warren.

Stay right there, sir.

Freeze, or I'll shoot.

Stay where you are.

I'm warning you.

[gunshot]

[cries out]

-Oh!

-LeBrun here.

Give me an ambulance in front of St. Joseph's Chapel, over.

Who was he?

-An old boyfriend of mine.

He's the one who killed Paul Warren.

-You're fast, you know that?

-What do you mean?

-Pinning the murder on a dead man.

[shouting]

-Oh!

-That was Darius.

Sendaro just did a number on LeBrun and two of his

detectives.

-And Grace?

-On her way out of the country with him, probably.

-What can we do?

-Just one thing.

[tires squealing]

-Get out of the car.

-He'll only keep following me, and more people will die.

-[SHOUTING] It ends tonight!

SENDARO [OFFSCREEN]: Yahhh!

-No!

[sirens approaching]

-No!

-Watch it!

GRACE [OFFSCREEN]: [cries out]

DUNCAN MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Stop!

-Aahh!

-[SHOUTING] Come on!

[cries out]

-It ends here.

[swords clashing]

[electricity crackles]

[electricity crackles]

-Aauughh!

-Get out, now!

Go!

Come here.

Come here.

[ELECTRICITY SPARKS AND CRACKLES]

[thud]

[electricity crackling]

[shouts]

[thunder rolls]

[electricity crackles]

-Thank you again.

-Any time.

-Thank you.

For everything.

-Take care of yourself, Grace.

Let them have their goodbyes.

-Goodbye.

-Investigation's over.

You could stick around for a while.

-I couldn't.

I'm beginning to understand how Sendaro felt--

about loving someone he couldn't have.

-Grace, I--

-I know.

Goodbye, Duncan.

-Goodbye.

May the winds be with you.

[pats taxi's roof]

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