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

-[chuckling]

[laughing]

[groaning and laughing]

[moaning]

[breathing heavily]

What is it?

An immortal?

-[QUIETLY] Yeah.

[knock on door]

HUGH FITZCAIRN [OFFSCREEN]: MacLeod?

Why can't you live in an apartment like everybody else?

-Fitzcairn?

-Oh, excuse me.

I hope that sword isn't for me.

-It is if you keep staring.

Hey!

-Oh, forgive me, my lady.

-That's Tessa.

-Hugh Fitzcairn.

I'm so taken with your loveliness.

-Well, thank you, kind sir.

-Kind?

And brave.

Did Duncan ever tell you about the time that we, uh--

-Oh, but I'm sure you will.

So why don't you go, uh, on deck, and I'll meet you up

there in a second.

That's Fitz.

-Mead.

The honeyed nectar of the gods.

-[chuckles]

-Haven't tasted this since King Richard's day.

Where on Earth d'you find it?

-Darius brews it himself.

-Oh, Brother Darius.

Well, he hasn't lost his brewmaster's touch.

-No, right.

-[chuckles]

You know, I still can't imagine an

immortal as a priest.

I mean, the religion I can understand.

But giving up women?

[scoffs]

-[chuckles]

-Has the man gone completely mad?

[chuckles]

-So what brings you here?

-Yeah.

Well, some friends, all immortals, have

recently gone missing.

-Well, it's the time of The Gathering.

-One immortal goes missing, granted it could be one of us

took his head.

But three?

Where did they go?

What happened to the bodies?

-You spoke to all of them recently?

-Except Thackery.

We were due to meet in Dublin on the day he disappeared.

He said he had something to show me, something he'd never

seen before.

-[chuckles]

You know, that's, that's strange.

I spoke to Darius the other day.

He said he had a dream about Thackery.

-Don't tell me he still think he's having dreams that

foretell the future?

-Oh, it was probably a throwback from

his misspent youth.

[both chuckling]

-Did he say what it was about?

-Oh, this and that.

It was mainly about his death.

[church bells ringing]

[GREGORIAN CHANTING MUSIC PLAYING]

[telephone ringing]

-He's not answering.

[ENGINE ROARING AND TIRES SQUEALING]

-I don't feel him.

-He's not here.

-He's always here.

[YELLING] Darius!

Darius!

-He must have put up a tremendous fight.

-Yes.

-The world will truly be a darker place

without you, my friend.

-I didn't believe his premonition.

I just never thought he'd--

No one's to know what happened here.

-Police?

-They won't do anything about him being missing

for a couple days.

Once I've dealt with whoever killed him--

-MacLeod.

Once we've dealt with whoever.

-OK.

Once we've dealt with whoever killed him, we'll give him a

decent funeral.

-You know, this doesn't make any sense.

This is holy ground.

No immortal would come in here.

-Somebody did.

-I can't believe he's gone.

-Yes.

He'll be sadly missed.

He was one of the best of us.

I made some notes of my conversations with Thackery.

They're back at the hotel.

They're not much, but--

-It's a start.

-I'm so sorry, Duncan.

Do you have any idea who?

-No.

-You, my friends!

What's happening?

Oh, company.

Hi.

It's nice to meet you.

I'm Richie.

-Hugh Fitzcairn.

-Pleasure.

[chuckles]

You are not going to believe what happened to me today.

What is going on here?

What's with all the long faces?

What happened?

Somebody die?

What's the story?

[whispering]

-I'm sorry.

Look, is there something I can do?

Let me do--

Let me help.

-Your intentions are most honorable, young man.

But this is best left to Duncan and myself.

-All right.

OK.

It's, uh, it's your situation.

I never thought one of the good guys would lose.

-You know, if mortals did kill Darius, you don't think it's a

bit of a coincidence that they beheaded him?

-Unless they know about us.

-Now that is a troubling thought.

-Monsieur Fitzcairn, monsieur.

[telephone ringing]

[door opening loudly]

-Excuse me, sir.

-Don't touch me.

[grunts]

-[groans]

-Can we talk?

[men groaning]

-[groans]

[grunting]

-[groans]

-[grunts]

-[grunts]

[car engine stalling]

-[grunts]

[engine roaring]

[tires screeching]

-[groans]

-[groans]

-[groans]

-[grunting]

[groans]

[grunts]

-Who sent you?

-[grunts]

-[grunts]

-[grunts]

-Who sent you?

-[grunts]

Talk to me.

-[groans]

-Why?

Why?

-Grazie, signore.

-There's a ship for England that sails at dawn.

We should be aboard.

-[sighs]

You worry too much, my friend.

Actually, I think we should stay for at

least another two days.

-MacLeod, this is serious.

Our service to the Duke di Milano is finished.

Our work is done.

-But he's still in danger.

-We've brought him here safely.

Oh, I see.

Is it the duke you're worried about or his daughter?

-[chuckles]

Well, twice I've intercepted poison meant for him.

-'Tis well you have a cast-iron stomach, my friend.

-Well, as they say, it runs in the family.

-Aye.

-[chuckles]

-But if we stay, it's only a matter of time before his

enemies come looking for us.

Nice pipes.

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: How about something else?

Wonderful.

[inaudible]

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Very good.

-My instinct tells me we should leave.

-Since when have you been bothered by a good fight?

-Oh, it's not the fight I hate.

It's the waiting for it.

-Death to the duke.

-[yelling]

-[groans]

[men yelling]

-[groans]

-[grunts]

[grunts]

-[groans]

[grunts]

-You having trouble, Fitzcairn?

Buongiomo.

-[groaning]

-[grunts]

-[grunts]

-Seems my instinct was right.

-[QUIETLY] Fitz.

-Go.

-Get the shot?

-We should never have split up.

I can't believe I fell for that, Tessa.

It's the age-old rule, divide and conquer.

-Maybe they're working for some government.

-Yeah, well, that doesn't explain the tattoo.

Damn!

I can't find that symbol anywhere.

-That man chose to die instead of talking to you.

Mac, I'm scared.

-Well, you should be.

-Ouch!

[groans]

[gasping]

[breathing heavily]

-Let me have a look at it.

That's a nasty cut.

-Yeah.

Damn.

It's bleeding.

[groans]

-I'm sorry.

-Maybe they're working for an immortal.

-Yeah, maybe.

No, that can't happen.

Darius was in a church.

Even the most evil of us wouldn't

desecrate holy ground.

It looked as if they were searching for

something in the rectory.

-What?

-I don't know.

-If Darius knew what it was about, wouldn't

he have told you?

-[WHISPERING] Oh, sweetheart.

-Where you go?

-[NORMAL VOLUME] I'm going back to the rectory.

-Mac, I've been thinking about this.

Fitzcairn had meetings with three other immortals, and

they all disappeared.

Right?

-Maybe he led them to Thackery without meaning to.

-Right.

Fitzcairn came here.

He didn't go to Darius.

Why don't they just go after him?

-They did.

-Oh, man.

What's--

-Look, I don't have time to explain.

All right?

I think the answer's back at the rectory.

You take it easy.

All right?

-OK.

-Look after Tessa for me.

-I will.

Mac, there's one thing I don't get, though.

If these guys are just regular human beings and they can't

sense you immortals, how do they know when

they've found one?

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER"]

-Here.

Try some of this.

-Oh, this isn't some more of your moss stuff, is it?

-No, no.

-I don't trust you.

Are you sure it's not?

It's from a mold spore.

[laughs]

Want some more?

-No, no.

[canons firing in distance]

-I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

-I am Darius.

You won't need that.

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 your

compatriots.

But I wonder what these men think about that, about

convictions and compatriotism now.

-So my old friend, how are we today?

-Mm.

-Are you ready for our game?

Or are you afraid I'll finally beat you?

-[scoffs]

-What's the matter?

-Sometimes being a Catholic priest is

easier than other times.

-Anything you want to talk about?

-What that I could, my friend.

What that I could.

Now to our game.

-I won't press.

If there's anything you need--

-Yes, I know.

But some things must remain unsaid.

-OK.

So who's move is it?

-It's yours.

-Are you sure?

-Yes, play.

Good move now, huh?

-[sighs]

-He knew.

-[screams]

[gasping]

-I'm sorry.

-It's OK.

I didn't see him.

-I startled you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

-Oh, you've hurt your hand.

Let me take a look at that.

-Oh, it's just a cut.

-No, no.

I'm a doctor.

I insist.

-Oh!

-I'm sorry.

I've, I've made it bleed again.

Still, it looks quite healthy.

You should be careful.

Infections can lead to all kinds of nasty things.

-He was one of them, wasn't he?

-He wanted to know if you were an immortal.

If you were, you would have healed more quickly.

-What if I was?

They must have been following me all day, and

I didn't see them.

-I think you only see these people when they want you to.

Where's Richie?

-At the antique dealer.

Rue des Moineaux.

I'm wanted to go, but he.

Insisted Why?

-[sighs]

Lock this place up tight.

Don't let anybody in.

Anybody.

Nice day.

What do you want?

Oh, pardon.

Pardon.

[speaking french]

[speaking german]

[speaking italian]

[speaking russian]

No?

Uh--

[speaking chinese]

-[grunts]

[groans]

-[yells]

[groans]

-[grunts]

-[groans]

-[grunts]

-What's this?

-[yells]

-[groans]

-[groans]

-[groans]

-[groans]

-[inaudible]

Hey, what is going on?

Get outta here.

What's going on?

Clear the yard.

-I think the police are here.

-[sighs]

Why'd you come back?

-Well, Mac, I'd, uh, I'd like to say I

sensed you were in danger.

But the truth is there's this really cute blond that works

in the antique store.

-Great.

I never thought I'd be thankful for your libido.

-[chuckles]

-[sighs]

-Hey!

What do they think they're playing at?

"Dungeons and Dragons"?

Hello!

You killed Darius, and you took Thackery and the others.

What do you want?

I know my countenance is pleasurable to the eye, but,

well, can't we discuss this?

You'll find me a friendly sort of chap when

you get to know me.

Damn you.

-[grunts]

-Remove the arrow.

-Anton, make sure he's dead.

Then we'll see if he's truly immortal.

-This book holds the key to what's going on.

Darius put my clan colors on it so that I'd find it.

-What's it say?

-Well, I'm not certain, but most pages have been destroyed

in some kind of fire.

The ones left are handwritten in ancient German.

-But you speak German.

-This is primitive Teutonic.

Well before my time.

It's a book on some kind of mythology.

-What kind of mythology?

-It speaks of, uh, battles, gods, and immortality.

-It's a book about you guys?

-Written hundreds of years ago?

-What should we do?

-Well, I have to spend a little more

time with this book.

-You want me to do something?

-Yeah.

Hold down the fort.

-All right.

No company?

-No thanks, Rich.

-OK.

What's it like for him, Tess?

-What do you mean?

-To have a friend for 200 years and then--

-I don't know.

-So you are one of them.

-You weren't sure, were you?

It was a test.

What if I'd been mortal?

You'd have murdered an innocent man,

you ruthless bastard.

-Where's the book?

-Who you working for?

One of us?

Is that your game?

How much is he paying you?

-Where's the book?

-Book?

What book?

-The Fifth Chronicle.

-The Fifth Chronicle?

What, what are you talking about?

-Don't lie to me.

We know Darius had it.

-Now look, do I look like a fellow who's in

any position to lie?

[groaning]

[CHOKINGLY] You know, you really should do something

about that temper of yours.

Because one of these days, it's going to get you into

terrible trouble.

[groaning]

-I've often wondered how much pain an immortal can bear

before he went mad.

-Let's go!

Let's go!

Come on.

-Oh, yeah.

Like a, like a sword is the standard issue for home

protection.

-Where's Tessa?

-She's down below.

-Let's get inside.

It's a book of observations on who we are, what we do.

-So it's like a history book.

-Whoever wrote it was a historian, yeah.

A secretary to a secret order of men who observed us but did

nothing to interfere.

That's why we didn't know about them.

-Mac, we gotta do something.

They cannot just kill Darius and walk.

-We are doing something.

-What are we doing?

It seems like we're just sitting here.

It seem like we're dong nothing.

-We're waiting.

-What are were waiting for?

-These men leave nothing to chance.

They observe before they strike.

-You OK?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-You don't have to be.

-Tessa, he's dead, and there's nothing I can do

to bring him back.

What else is there to say?

-You don't have to say anything.

I just want you to let yourself mourn.

-I've buried more friends than I can count, Tess.

Death is part of my life.

-[sighs]

Not his death.

-He was so wise, taught me so much.

He wasn't supposed to die.

-I know.

-He was on holy ground, Tess.

He should have been safe.

He should have been safe.

Come on.

-Oh.

Oh, man, oh.

Messy.

Always people and their dogs.

I can't believe--

Can you believe this?

Again and again.

Oh, this always happens to me.

Oh, this is disgusting.

Always.

All the time.

Get this stuff off.

Maybe you got a Kleenex or something?

Can you believe this?

[groans]

[glass shatters]

-[groans]

[grunts]

-Who are you?

-[groans]

[grunts]

[groans]

-What happened?

-[groaning]

-Talk to me!

Why'd you kill Darius?

-[groans]

-Nothing in the car.

-Move the barge.

-Damn.

-We have won a great victory.

We have destroyed a malignant evil that has walked this

Earth in the form of a man for the last 2,000 years.

People do not cheer us.

People do not even know we exist.

But we know the battle we fight.

We know the evil we must destroy.

I would like to send you back to your homes, to your lives.

But our work here is not finished.

Bring him.

-Ah.

Come to play some more.

Oh, it's about time you good fellows came to your senses.

I'm sure we can come to some amicable arrangement.

Take me to your master, if you can get the lock off.

[laughs]

And don't be so aggressive.

Please be careful with my jacket.

Just a minute!

This, this is madness!

There are no immortals here!

All I am will be wasted.

What do you want?

All I know will be lost!

There will be no Quickening.

What do you want?

You're mad!

-Need a light?

-[groans]

-You're making a great mistake.

I've been friends to generations of men, your

grandfathers, your great-grandfathers.

I've slain tyrants who would have made slaves of your

enemies, you ungrateful encephalopods.

-You are an abomination, before nature and

in the eyes of man.

There is no glory but ours, no destiny that

is not of our making.

-Ow.

Oh, well, if it's time to go, then it's been a grand romp.

Oh, the stories I could tell you lads.

I don't suppose you've got time to listen?

[panting]

Do I get a last request?

-No.

-And you call yourself human?

-What is it?

-A last smoke of my pipe.

-I don't think so.

-[groans]

-MacLeod, what kept you?

[men groaning and grunting]

-[sighs]

I'm over here.

-[groans]

-Not so easy one-on-one, is it?

-[grunting]

-Hey!

Guillotine.

-MacLeod!

-[groans]

[electricity buzzing]

-[groaning]

[panting]

Is that how you In Darius?

-I'm unarmed.

-You hate us, but you expect us to behave honorably.

Why is that?

-When you kill me, others will come to continue

what we have begun.

-[laughing]

I'm not your enemy.

This isn't about mortals.

We have our own fight.

Don't you understand?

-We've always understood.

We will never be dominated.

[both grunting and groaning]

-No one wants to dominate you.

-Liar.

We know about The Gathering.

-Do you sense evil in me?

Talk to me!

Tell me what you know!

-It's about power.

There is nothing greater than the power of man!

Nothing.

[grunts]

-[groans]

-You must die.

All of you!

-[grunts]

-[groaning]

-MacLeod!

-[grunts]

-[groaning]

Oh, god.

What took you so long?

[groans]

This thing makes me nervous.

Get me out of it.

-[grunts]

-[groaning]

[panting]

The women of the world will thank you, my friend.

-You have it?

-Mm-hmm.

Where's Richie?

I think Darius would want him to be here.

-He knows.

He'll be right in.

I know you'll never have another friend like Darius.

I'm sorry.

-I'll find him one day.

Or he'll find me.

1,500 years ago you led an army of barbarians through the

gates of Paris.

You disbanded your army and spared the city.

But you broke a promise to yourself to march west from

the Ural Mountains until you'd reached the sea.

So now, old friend, travel on.

Go where you never went, to the sea.

I'll miss you.

THEME SONG: And here we are.

We're the princes of the universe.

Here we belong, fighting for survival.

We've got to be the rulers of you all.

I am immortal.

I have inside me blood of kings.

Yeah!

Yeah!

I have no rival.

No man can be my equal.

Take me to the future of your world.