Original subtitles

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

highlands of Scotland.

I am immortal.

And I'm not alone.

Now is the time of the gathering, the stroke of a

sword will release the power of the quickening.

In the end, there can be only one.

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

-Sometimes I look around and I cannot believe it.

-What can't you believe?

-That it is really me in your arms.

Gabriel, do you love me?

-I love your grace, your beauty, the way you move, the

feel of your skin, your kisses, your passion.

-Gabriel, I want to stop hiding our relationship.

-No.

-But--

-I'm serious.

Not a word.

Come, we have a show to prepare.

-Gabriel, did you see one of my earrings in there?

GABRIEL [OFFSCREEN]: No.

You probably dropped it somewhere.

-Hm.

They've got to be around here some place.

[music box playing]

[gasp]

[gasp]

[gasp]

GABRIEL [OFFSCREEN]: Beautiful, isn't it?

-I've never seen anything like it.

-No, you haven't.

It was created by Ivan the Great for one of his

mistresses.

one has seen it for over 300 years.

How'd you get in here?

-I don't know.

The door opened.

She's beautiful.

Who is she?

-Francesca da Rimini.

-Francesca da Rimini.

Isn't that the painting that was stolen last year in Italy?

-That's right.

-How did you get it?

-I truly am sorry, Cynthia.

This was never intended for anyone's eyes but my own.

-I understand, Gabriel.

-How could you?

Everything you see here is in some way connected with the

most beautiful women in history.

It is my inspiration.

It is my secret place, my sacred place.

-Secret place?

So you don't want me to tell anyone about it?

-Exactly.

[groaning]

-All right, Monsieur.

Bon appetit.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's this?

-[FRENCH ACCENT] It was your order, Monsieur.

-Uh, no, no, no.

I think you got the wrong guy.

I ordered the fruit salad.

-[FRENCH ACCENT] No, Monsieur.

You ordered this.

-No, no, no.

I didn't.

I ordered fruit, like bananas, apples, oranges, that sort of

thing.

-[FRENCH ACCENT] Monsieur, we do not serve fruit.

If you want fruit, go to California.

-OK, OK.

Just-- just--excuse me for one moment here, sir.

It's just, pardon me.

This is what I ordered right there.

You see, fruits de mer.

-[FRENCH ACCENT] Oui, [speaking french], oui.

Fruits de mer, exactement.

Bon appetit, Monsieur.

[chuckling]

-Excuse me, wha--what is so funny?

-Um.

Sorry.

Maybe I should tell you that in French fruits

de mer means shellfish.

-Yeah.

Well, maybe in France they should just call

it whatever it is.

Besides, you could eat this stuff anyway?

-It's good.

Try it.

-You try it.

-OK.

Hm, let's see.

-All right.

-What are you doing?

-Just checking to make sure it's still alive.

[chuckling]

-Don't hate me for this OK?

-Good, huh?

-Wonderful.

You want some more?

-Sure.

-Help yourself.

-Thanks.

My name is Maya.

-Hi, Maya.

I'm Richie.

-You're American, aren't you?

-Ha, ha, yes.

I, uh--

I guess that would be fairly obvious.

And you are?

-Late for a meeting.

Nice meeting you, Richie.

-Yeah.

Maybe in my next life.

[MUSIC PLAYING- FINE YOUNG CANNIBALS,

"SHE DRIVES ME CRAZY"]

-Come on, let's go.

This is going to be next.

[interposing voices]

-OK, [inaudible].

-OK, that's good.

-It's wonderful.

I can't believe you managed to get us back stage passes.

-Me neither.

-Oh, well as courtesy of an old friend, I had a feeling

you'd both like it.

-Yeah.

I like it a lot.

[interposing voices]

-Excuse me.

Fruits de mer.

I know her.

I'm serious.

[chuckling]

-I do!

Met her in a cafe.

[applause]

-An old friend?

-Very old friend.

[laughter]

-Right this way, dear.

[laughter]

[people chatting]

[glass breaking]

[people chatting and laughing]

-So what is it that we're celebrating?

-These.

-That's a fine set of pearls

-None finer.

They lately adorn the neck of a marquise.

They still carry her warmth.

-I think that's not only treasure that

you took from her.

-That she parted with gladly.

The rest, she hasn't discovered yet.

[laughter]

-I left her sleeping the sleep of the truly satisfied.

[laughter]

-You're a thief and a womanizer, sir.

-Oh-ho!

But a great thief and a great womanizer.

You're right.

I love women.

I can't get enough of them.

I wan to make them all happy.

I want to make you all happy.

How can I do that?

I want to please them, Duncan.

It's my only goal in life.

-I though your only goal was stealing their jewels.

-That's--

that's a secondary objective.

[laughter]

-There, the thief!

-I--

I think the marquise just missed her pearls.

I believe you're right.

-Stop!

The odds are unfair.

-Prepare to fire.

Fire!

[gun shots]

-Reload!

-I give them 30 seconds to reload.

How about you?

-Ha, ha.

45.

-45?

Ha, ha.

You're on.

-Hurry!

Reload, you imbeciles!

-Wah!

-Attack!

[swords clanging and fighting]

-I make that four for me and two for you.

[laughter]

-At least my women don't send armed patrols after me.

-But I wouldn't have it any other way.

It adds spice to my love life.

-And lead to your hide.

[horse neighing]

[murmuring]

[people chatting]

[applause]

-Duncan MacLeod, you got my invitation.

-Yeah, I did.

This is Tessa.

-Nice to meet you.

-Hello, Maya.

-Hello, Richie.

I had no idea I would see you here.

-Yeah, well I'm, uh, a bit of a fashion monger myself.

Listen, you were fantastic, stupendous, incredible.

You were, uh--

-You were wonderful.

I'm Tessa, This is Duncan.

-Hi.

-Oh, yeah.

Sorry.

Uh, listen, can I you a champagne or something?

-Sure, but it's free.

-Well, then great.

I'll buy you two.

-OK, let's go.

-I'm going to have a look at the clothes.

-[inaudible].

-Thank you, thank you.

-So it's Gabriel Piton now.

Still trying to make women happy, I see.

-Thank you.

Thank you.

They're Succeeding, Duncan, succeeding.

You're looking fit.

Not quite in my league, but fit enough.

-Hm.

Well, I guess you don't really want to put your money where

your mouth is.

-I have a training area at my apartment if you

care to join me.

-Maybe.

-Think about it.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

-So, what's up?

-I hope I didn't seem too nervous out there.

-Nervous?

If anybody should be nervous, it's definitely me.

-Why?

-Well, look at you, Maya.

You, uh-- you look quite a bit different now.

-I just hope I did OK.

A chance like this doesn't come along every day.

-What do you mean?

-Oh, you know, my roommate, Cynthia, was

supposed to do the show.

But she had to leave town suddenly.

So Piton asked me to fill in.

-And you were magnificent.

-Mr. Piton, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Richie

Ryan.

-Sure.

Hey, uh, glad to meet you.

-Well, most people are.

We need to discuss the next show.

-Um, listen, Maya, you, uh-- you want to go out later and

grab a bite to eat?

-I'm afraid she can't.

She's joining me at a reception.

-Maya?

-I'm sorry, Richie.

Next time maybe.

-You ready to go?

-We've found something for me.

Something--

-You found something for you.

I didn't.

-Ha!

PHOTOGRAPHER [OFFSCREEN]: Ah, here he is.

Yes, there they are.

All right, all right.

-I'm might take the shot over there.

-Piton, here!

-Come on, let's go.

-Excusez-moi, Monsieur.

Mademoiselle, I'm with the police.

May I have a word with you?

-Police?

-What's this all about?

-We discovered a body.

We believe it to be Cynthia Hampton.

-Cynthia?

-My god.

-But what's happened?

-She was killed with a sharp object and left in an alley

next to the Seine.

We've been unable to locate her family.

Do you think you could come with me to identify her?

-I--

I do--

I don't know.

-I'll go with you.

-That won't be necessary.

-If you'd like to come with us.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: I just got a very, very suspicious

feeling about this Piton character from the first

second I laid my eyes on him.

-You mean the second you saw him lay eyes on Maya.

-Richie, Piton and I have been friends for a long time.

-Yeah.

Well, you're the one who said the guys a thief.

-So what are you driving at?

-I don't know.

I can't put my finger on it.

I just don't trust him.

-Richie, he's an immortal.

He's not somebody you want to tick off.

-How well did you actually know Cynthia?

-We'd only been roommates for a couple of months.

-Was she seeing anybody?

-Why do you want to know?

-I'm just curious.

-Uh-hm.

-She was seeing somebody, wasn't she?

-Yes, she was.

But she never told me who.

-Hm-hm.

-I guess he was married or something.

-And what about her and Piton?

-What about it?

-How'd they get along?

-Great as far as I know.

-Did they ever get together outside of the work?

-If they did, I never saw them.

Listen, Richie, what Mr. Piton does is not my business.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, right.

Maya, somebody killed Cynthia.

And what if Piton had something to do--?

-No, he couldn't.

Listen, Richie, it was nice talking to you.

-Maya--

Maya, please, listen, listen.

If you need me--

-No.

-Mac?

-What?

-Is this a bad time?

-No.

-Good.

Do you understand women?

-Occasionally.

-Well, then will you tell me why they're always going for

the guys who are jerks?

-If you're talking about Piton, that's not exactly

difficult to understand is it?

-Oh, pardon me for being so stupid.

I mean, the guy's the arrogant, humorless,

self-centered, son of a bitch.

What's not to love?

-Richie.

-He's an ass.

And you know it.

-You're dealing with a guy who has 300 years experience as

your competition.

-You think that's what this is all about?

-Isn't it?

-Maya, I know how hard this was for you.

But I just want to tell you, I thought you were spectacular

in the show.

I never realized how special you are.

-You're saying that just to make me feel better.

-No.

I never say anything I don't mean.

I think Cynthia would be pleased if you were the one to

fill her shoes.

-But I never even thought--

-[CHUCKLING] I know.

-Can I have that drink now?

-Of course.

It's an interesting piece, isn't it?

-What?

Yes, yes.

It's lovely.

I forgot I have to meet someone.

I need to go.

Thanks for everything.

I'm sorry.

-I understand.

-I found it last night at Piton's apartment.

It was Cynthia's.

-Yeah, and?

-She was wearing the other one when she died.

She got them for her birthday.

The police asked me about it.

-I knew it.

So now we know Piton was with her the night she died.

-But he told the police he did not see her.

Why would he lie?

-Maya, you know why.

You've got to take it to the police.

-But what if it's nothing?

If I go to the police and they question Piton,

my career is finished.

Don't you see?

This is my chance, Richie.

-I know.

But Maya, if he did waste her, then you're

just protecting him.

And where does that leave you?

-But it's just an earring.

-You're right.

It's not enough.

[beeping]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

-Yes?

MAN [ON PHONE]: I need to talk to you.

-Now's not a good time.

Later.

MAN [ON PHONE]: I have ideas about the fall collection.

Piton?

[click]

-Nice to see you again.

[groaning]

-I know this looks bad.

-Why are you here?

-I was a little short.

And they made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

-What are you talking about?

-The designs.

They-- they-- they wanted the designs for your fall

collection.

-Who wanted the designs?

-The guys.

You know, the guys.

-What guys?

-The guys with the noses?

-What are you talking about?

-The knockoff artists.

They said they'd cancel my gambling debt if I stole them.

-I don't believe you.

--I swear.

-And if you didn't steal my designs, what would they have

done to you?

-Only broken both of my legs.

-You would have been better off.

-You did kill her didn't you?

You son of a bitch.

[glass breaking]

-Are you quite through?

-Not quite.

[yelling]

-What's the matter with you?

In all this time that you've been with me, haven't you

learned anything yet?

-Oh, Mac.

Give me a break.

He killed that girl!

I'm going to the cops.

-And tell them what?

You found an earring, so you broke into his apartment and--

and you set him on fire?

-OK, OK.

So I--I admit it looks a little funny.

Oh, great.

Just great!

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

-I think you've done enough already.

Piton hasn't lasted this long without taking a few hits.

I want you to leave him alone.

-Where are you going?

-To talk to him.

[grunts]

-Your young friend has caused me a lot of trouble.

[grunts]

-He think I killed Cynthia, doesn't me?

-Did you?

-MacLeod, you know me.

[grunts]

-You didn't answer my question.

-You've killed.

You believe there are things that are worth killing for.

-Not things.

Not property.

-What about beauty?

Flawless, timeless beauty, perfection itself, wouldn't

you kill for that?

[grunts]

-Life is beautiful.

That girl was beautiful.

-Yes, she was.

But the beauty was transitory.

Hey, I was just using her as an example.

I thought you'd understood that.

-I understand.

Now, I want you to understand something.

-What's that?

-You owe me.

Hah!

[moaning]

-I have to go.

-Duncan, stay!

-No, Duchess.

I'll be right back.

-What are you doing?

-You took the necklace, the one that you admired at the

ball this evening.

I asked you not to as a special favor to me.

-Forgive me.

It was too tempting.

-Why didn't you just run?

-I avoid duels, MacLeod.

But I never run from them.

-I haven't come for your head.

-And I haven't stayed for yours.

You want the necklace back?

-The Duchess is a special friend of mine.

-She's a very rich friend.

She won't miss it.

Ah, the famous MacLeod sense of honor.

-Principle.

-I, too, have principles.

And the first among them is that I never give up that

which I have acquire.

-You design dressed for the wealthy.

Now, a man of your talent has no need to steal.

-Ha, ha.

I need nothing from these foods, MacLeod.

You fight for the rich.

I create for them.

-I fight for my friends, as you well know.

-Well, and what do we get then, you and I,

from our rich friends?

Crumbs from the table.

They would never part with their most valued assets.

-I consider their friendship is their most valuable asset.

-All the gods protect us!

The man's serious!

Very well then.

I leave you the lady's friendship

and take her necklace.

-Why that necklace?

I saw larger baubles on a dozen women at

the ball this evening.

-Larger, gaudier, but none as perfect.

-The Duchess won't live forever.

You can steal it back from her heirs.

-I'm a patient soul, MacLeod.

But with my luck, you'll probably

befriend her heir as well.

No.

I've grown attached to that necklace, more attached than

your head will shortly be to your shoulders if

you try to stop me.

So be it.

[swords clanging]

-Oh!

[swords clanging and grunting]

-Oh.

What a loss to generations of women yet unborn.

Oh, I have so much left to create, so

many beautiful gowns.

It's a tragedy.

-Your modesty's very touching, Gabriel.

Where's the necklace?

-Fair well my lovely.

-I suggest you leave the palace tonight.

I'll make your excuses to the Duchess.

-You're a man of terrifying principal, MacLeod.

-And you are a fool.

But a gifted one.

You have the talent of making women both

look and feel beautiful.

And rarest is you make them happy.

It was a talent of yours I always admired.

I'll return the necklace.

-MacLeod, I suppose this means I owe you.

Yes, I suppose it does.

-You'd risk your life and challenge me for a mortal?

-I'm afraid so, if I had to.

But I won't have to, will I?

-As you said, I owe you.

I won't hurt the boy.

I am Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

And I am Connor MacLeod, same clan, different vintage.

[swishing sound]

-No one's ever beheaded themselves before, but you

might make history.

-I was just getting the feel of it.

-Sure, how is it?

-It's good.

It's good.

I think I could really get the hang of it if someone would

just teach me.

-Not a chance.

-Oh, come on.

You're the one who's always telling me I need to know how

to defend myself, right?

-Right.

I'll just give you a quick lesson, and off you go.

-Good.

-Give me that.

You know how you fight an immortal?

-With your wits and cunning.

-You take out your gun and you shoot him in the chest.

And you shoot him again and again.

And When he rises--

-I shoot him again.

-No.

You run like hell.

-That's your move?

-Hm-hm.

-Oh, come on.

[phone ringing]

-C'est la vie.

I'll get it.

[phone ringing]

That's

-Hello?

-Richie?

-Yeah.

-Do you who this is?

-Uh-huh.

-If you want to see your girlfriend again, come to the

studio alone.

-Look, just don't--

-If I see anyone else, she dies.

-Who was that?

-Wrong number.

-Uh, listen, I got to go.

-Excuse me, merci.

-Hello.

-Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

-There we go.

-Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I appreciate it.

-Need some help there?

-Oh, thank you, sir, very much.

I Thank you.

I appreciate it.

Where is she?

-What are talking about?

-Where's Maya?

-Richie!

What are you doing?

-Is this the one?

-That's the man.

He's the one that broke into my apartment and threatened to

kill me.

-What are you doing?

He's the murderer!

He's the one who murdered that girl!

Maya, tell him about the earring!

-Come on!

-Cynthia was in his apartment the night she died!

-Come on!

-Tell them!

You son of a bitch!

You're going to pay for this!

-Get in, the lawyer's waiting.

-What lawyer?

-Richie's in jail.

He went after Piton with a gun.

-God!

No!

-He set Richie up.

The police were waiting for him.

-He said he wouldn't hurt him.

Move over.

At least he's alive.

-It's about time.

Have you paid the bail?

-Bail?

What is bail?

In case you've forgotten, Richie, this is France.

-Eventually, the judge will see you, Monsieur.

And he will then decide if you must, uh, remain in jail until

your trial.

-OK, fine.

Let's go see the judge.

-Uh, I'm afraid that is impossible.

-Why is that impossible?

-Eh, because the judge is on vacation.

But fortunately, he will be back tomorrow.

-Tessa.

Duncan.

-I'm afraid there's nothing we can do.

-Don't worry, Richie, the chef's probably French.

-You can't leave me here.

-All things considered, it's probably safer.

-And what about Piton?

-Piton let you off easy.

You could be dead.

-It's Maya who's going to be dead.

-What do you mean?

-She's with Piton.

He knows she found the earring.

-It's late.

I really should be getting home.

-Patience, it's almost done.

What's all this business about an earring?

You didn't mention anything to me.

-I found it the other night.

I did not tell you anything, because I did not

think it was important.

-You told that boy.

How much did Cynthia tell you about us?

-Nothing.

I didn't know.

-Too bad.

-Now You do.

-You did kill her!

-Don't act so shocked.

You've suspected me all along.

-Why?

-Just bad luck for her.

And now for you.

-I won't tell anyone.

Please.

I swear, you can trust me.

-Trust is a very fragile thing.

[groaning]

-Maya!

-Stay away!

-I will always remember how beautiful you were.

[screaming]

-Quite an entrance.

You always had a flair for the dramatic.

-Maya, get out.

Tessa's waiting in the car.

-We're friends, MacLeod.

-Not anymore.

-Well, you know what they say, breaking up is hard to do.

[thunder]

[swords clanging and grunting]

[thunder]

[thunder]

[electrical zapping]

[screaming]

[whimpering]

[grunt]

[clears throat]

-I'm sorry, Mac.

I know he was your friend.

-Things change.

How's Maya?

-She's, uh, fine I guess.

She, huh--

she left for Monte Carlo with a Formula One driver.

-Eh, don't worry.

She'll be back.

-You really think so?

-No.

Not really.

Just trying to be nice.

[laughter]

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