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Look, you've never seen
terra-cotta figures like these.

I had to bribe half the Central
Committee just to pull it off.

You know the rules.

Payment in full
before I ship a thing.

And by the way, you
can handle customs.

Looking forward, old boy.

Laotian Buddha.

Only two more like
it in the whole world.

I'm sure you can appreciate
how valuable it is.

Yes.

Can you?

Ten thousand English pounds, 16,000
U.S. dollars, 14,000 Deutsche marks,

give or take a fancy
weekend at the beach.

Extremely impressive,
Mr. Millay.

I see you accept all
major religions...

without prejudice.

And all the major currencies.
I'm a very tolerant man.

So I've heard.

I also believe that you
deal in artifacts of, uh,

shall we say,
extreme rarity?

Oh, for the extremely
discreet collector.

I'm only interested
in one item--

a bronze statue from
Bengal, 1,600 years old,

of the goddess Kali.

The Bengal Kali.

Well, well.

Drink? Then you
have seen her.

Is she whole? Is she
undamaged? Perfect.

The last time I saw it.

Where is she, then?

I'm afraid you're
a little late.

A university in the
States just bought it.

Now, that is a great pity.

You know that Kali is supremely
sacred to the Thugee cult.

Was.

Those murderers died
out long ago, old boy.

Not all of us died,

old boy.

He is Duncan MacLeod,

the Highlander.

Born in 1592, in the
Highlands of Scotland,

and he is still alive.

He is immortal.

For 400 years,
he's been a warrior,

a lover,

a wanderer,

constantly facing other
Immortals in combat to the death.

The winner takes
his enemy's head...

and with it, his power.

I am a Watcher,

part of a secret society
of men and women...

who observe and record,
but never interfere.

We know the truth
about Immortals.

In the end, there
can be only one.

May it be Duncan
MacLeod, the Highlander.

Here we are

Born to be kings

We're the princes
of the universe

I am immortal

I have inside
me blood of kings

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the
future of your world

All these people, just to
see a statue from India.

And to donate money. A good private
collection doesn't come cheap.

Something tells me these
people can afford it.

Oh, yeah. Academics,

university alumni, one or two foreign
ambassadors. Come on. You fit right in.

Oh, right. Yeah, me
and the professors.

Duncan. Hi.

I am glad you
decided to make it.

I think we both
know who decided.

Shandra Devane,
this is Richie Ryan.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I was expecting someone
a little, uh, tweedier,

maybe smoking a pipe.

Well, uh, I'll have
to work on that.

Come on. Let's
have a look at her.

The Bengal Kali.
Isn't she beautiful?

Not exactly my type.

I thought this was supposed
to be a mother goddess.

Kali takes on many
forms in Hindu mythology.

She is the mother, but
she's also the destroyer,

the end of time itself.

And she's ours,
thanks to you.

All I gave you
was a few contacts.

Who finally came through?

A dark horse. One of your contacts
actually turned me on to him.

- Martin Millay.
- Millay?

Shandra, the guy's one
cut above grave robber.

I wasn't exactly crazy about him
either, but he swears it was legal.

Oh, yeah. And I'm sure the word
"technically" was used a lot too.

The point is she's here,

and she's worth it.

Your Highness.
Greetings, Colonel Ramsey.

He's not a real
king, Nigel.

What a farce, bowing and
scraping to these savages.

It feels as though my
face is falling off.

How long must we be here?

Until my new
liaison arrives.

There's not a damn thing I can
do for Lord Clive until he does.

I hope to God he
speaks English.

Well, he is English.

British, anyhow.

Some sort of Scot.
Chai, Colonel?

Close enough.

It's meant to
cool you, Nigel,

stimulate the
sweat glands.

My glands do not
require stimulation.

Really?

Off-ee.
Off-ee.

Off-ee.

Where the devil
is that man?

Here-ee,
here-ee.

Colonel Ramsey, I presume.
I'm Duncan MacLeod.

MacLeod? What the devil are
you doing got up in that?

Everyone's got up
like this, Ramsey.

This is India.

Or do you expect me to scour the
country wearing the likes of that?

Bloody hell, man!

While you work for me,
you wear a proper uniform.

I wear what I like.

I might work with you,
Ramsey, but I'm not your man.

- And who might you be?
- My wife.

Alice.

Apparently, MacLeod is to be
posted at the palace with us.

Delighted to have
some new blood.

I trust that you'll have
some amusing stories for us.

Losing an empire is hardly
amusing, Mrs. Ramsey.

I thought we
were gaining one.

That's not exactly the
Indian point of view.

I am Kamir, Advisor
to His Highness.

He's the one who's going to help
us with this... Thugee nonsense.

It's hardly nonsense.
I'm Duncan MacLeod.

MacLeod, sahib,

have you encountered any
of these mysterious Thugees?

Only their victims.

But I've heard rumors that there are
other killings in other provinces.

India is a land of rumors.
Not all of them are true.

Sensible man, Kamir.

Damn waste of time, that.

Running around the
bush chasing shadows.

Really, Nigel. Where's
your sense of adventure?

I rather fancy the
idea of going native.

Mr. MacLeod can show us the
countryside as it really is.

Unless of course, you
think it's too dangerous.

Nonsense! It's
all perfectly safe.

No one would dare attack
an officer of the Crown, eh?

As you say, no
one would dare.

Splendid.

You do ride
well, Mr. MacLeod?

Alice, if you would.

Gentlemen, good afternoon.

Well, well, well. You throw a
party, and look who turns up.

MacLeod. Hobnobbing with
the upper crust again.

Or could it be that you just
can't get India out of your system?

Maybe it's a
little of both.

I want to introduce
you to somebody.

Kamir, this is Richie
Ryan and Shandra Devane.

Shandra's responsible for
bringing the Kali here.

- With a little luck and a lot of help.
- Kamir doesn't believe in luck.

Karma, luck, destiny.

In the end, I suppose
they're all the same.

Kali calls us to her
in different ways.

Excuse me. Are you saying
that a statue brought you here?

- Actually, it was a swift, smooth 747.
- Oh.

Anyway, the
important thing is,

the Kali statue has been found and
can now take its rightful place.

She already
has-- right here,

being seen and studied.

Really? How do
you study a god?

This is no
ordinary statue.

Look at her eyes.

See how they look
through you...

right into your soul.

He's right. Very weird.

Listen, by
the way--

Hmm. Interesting
friend you have.

He always was.

Devane. Not a name you
hear every day in Calcutta.

Probably because my father's
Irish. What can I do for you?

For me, nothing.
For India.

If you think I'll repatriate the
Kali, you're shaking the wrong tree.

Try the official
channels. I have.

They seem to regard it as
nothing more than a property.

It's called trade. And
it's perfectly legal.

It is sacrilege.

You should know
that. You're Indian.

You think I sold out
on my Indian heritage?

I want people to
understand the culture.

That's why I brought the Kali
here. And that's why she stays.

You still have
time to reconsider.

I already have.
The answer is no.

Sorry. Am I interrupting?

You show great
diligence with that.

But there are other
ways of using it.

Care to show me?

Looks like, a, uh, cross
between tai chi and kendo.

And perhaps it is
older than both of them.

You don't know?

My friend, modern India
began over 3,000 years ago.

We were invaded by the Persians,
the French, the British.

Empire after empire tried to
destroy us, but we are still there.

Must be an amazing
place. It is.

But to really know India,
you have to live there,

see it, taste it,

breathe it.

There is no place in
the world like India.

Maybe someday I'll
have the time to go.

Mac, you should see this
guy with the quarterstaff.

I'm sure he's very good.
Good? The man is incredible.

His moves have moves.

Please, such excessive praise.
I'm hardly worthy of that.

I like the humility, Kamir.
Nah, I don't think so.

Oh, come on, Mac.
It's all in fun.

Come on, MacLeod. As Richie
says, it's all in fun.

Okay.

Only luck has brought
me this victory.

Really? In Japan, the
move is calleddiashi harai.

Is it really?

Really. See
you later, Rich.

See you guys later.

Two hundred years
of occupation.

And to think that all we managed to
teach the British was how to drink tea.

Then the British Empire
wasn't a total waste of time.

At least they brought one thing
back with them. Yes. As I intend to.

Kamir, the Kali's
just been bought.

What makes you think they'd
even consider giving it back?

Your help.

Shandra's a friend.

And Kali is sacred. What
purpose can she serve here?

To teach, enlighten people,
help them understand.

The Europeans tried to
understand us for centuries.

So they stole a piece here, stole a
piece there and filled their museums.

And you think getting the Kali
back would make a difference?

This Kali is alive. She
is a part of India herself.

MacLeod, you saw us
during the British rule.

If anyone can see us
with Indian eyes, you can.

You know what life was
like under the British.

You underestimate British
resolve, MacLeod, and Lord Clive.

If anyone can subdue
this country, he can--

Thugees or no Thugees.

Are they really
so dangerous?

Bad enough.

They're a secret
cult of assassins.

They've killed only
other Indians... so far.

Do they cut
their hearts out?

- Do they eat them raw?
- Alice, don't be absurd.

Actually, they strangle
them with a silken cord.

Death by silk?

- Mr. MacLeod, you're giving me goose bumps.
-Rubbish.

Bunch of wog fanatics.

We'll stamp them
out in no time!

- He's an elegant man.
- You've no idea.

I seem to have a
cramp in my leg.

Would you mind terribly?

You're not an
empire builder.

What brought you to
the mysterious East?

I came for the food.

Really?

I would like to put a
little spice in my life.

Higher, please.

India's hardly
a boring country.

I wasn't
referring to India.

MacLeod, I thought we were
going to explore the countryside.

Cramp's all gone.

Isn't it time
we pushed on?

Your wife was just telling me
about her keen interest in spice.

Really? Thought
you hated curry.

What is it? A funeral.

What is she doing?
Becoming suttee.

'Tis an act of devotion.

Her husband's dead. She's
to join him on the fire.

Burned alive? My
God, it's horrible.

It's India. Life means
nothing to these people.

Nothing we can do for her,
my dear. It's her fate.

Fate is what you make it.

MacLeod! Damn the man!

- He's mad!

What the devil were
you thinking of?

There's going to be
hell to pay over this!

I will not be held
responsible for your actions!

I never thought
you would be.

Now that you've saved your
little heathen girl from the fire,

what am I to
tell the prince?

Whatever you like. And
don't do that to me again.

Are you all right?

- They treated you well?
- Why have you done this to me?

I saved your life. They
were gonna burn you alive.

It was my choice.

I was to die on his funeral
bed, but you shamed me...

in front of my people,
my gods, my dead husband.

How can I live after this?

I'm sorry.

You must've loved
him very much.

Whether I loved him or
not is not important.

If you say that, you could
never have been in love.

It was my duty.
It is our way.

Vashti, if something's always
done, it does not make it right.

I should've died.
I wanted to die.

No, you wanted to live.
I saw it in your eyes.

It does not matter
what I wanted.

My life is over.

No, Vashti.

Perhaps it's
just beginning.

We were slaves to
them. Just cattle.

They stole from us with impunity and
called it their right, their destiny.

The British left
India a long time ago.

But their ghosts remain.

Buying art is
not a crime. No?

Looting with guns or
looting with money.

What's the difference?

A people and its art cannot
be separated. They are one.

You're joking.
You know I'm not.

But you helped me get the piece in the
first place. Not from Martin Millay.

That makes a difference?
It does if it was stolen.

because some guy from Calcutta
with a sob story drops by?

It's just one piece.
Why stop there?

Why not empty out
all the museums?

The Louvre, the Met. We'll send
them all back. That's not a bad idea.

The point is the
Kali was stolen.

Millay swore it wasn't.

Then let's find
out. Call him.

Find out where he got it
from, and I'll check it out.

Do you know what time it
is in London right now?

You'll save on
the rates. Oh--

Hello. Is Martin
Millay there, please?

I see.

I see. When?

Thank you.

He's dead. They
found him in his shop.

Strangled.

Shabash.

Well done, as
we say in India.

Must've been
quite a world.

India has many
worlds, Richie.

From the borders of Sri
Lanka up to the Himalayas.

Anything you could
imagine, India had it.

India was it, and as the great
returns, will be that again.

Good.

Men like us must preserve
where we come from,

because that is
what makes us sane,

that is what
makes us holy.

Sure.

If you come from
somewhere... or someone.

You only say this because you
don't know who your parents are.

No Immortal does.

We are children and heirs of
the time and place that bore us.

So, Mac's got
the Highlands.

You've got India.

I've got bowling alleys
and fast food joints.

You have much more
than that, Richie.

And you will know it when
it starts to die before you.

And you will fight for it,

even if you are as I am--
the last of your kind.

Come on, now.

Let's go.

Well done.

Shabash.

Give us a
moment, would you?

Sure.

Did you speak
to Miss Devane?

Martin Millay was killed.

Ah, the great wheel turns, and
the goddess takes her revenge.

Well, maybe you
helped her out.

And what if I did?

We have a problem. Why?

Because it is primitive,

barbaric, or just
plain unjustified?

The MacLeod I knew was not so
quick to judge. Or was I wrong?

There's a full
moon out tonight.

They say unusual things
can occur in moonlight.

Dhu? You can see
without a lamp.

They say it makes
you forget yourself.

Your husband
too, apparently.

Isn't Ramsey
expected back?

No. Not for hours.

There's a fertility
rite in the village.

Drums, wild dancing.

God knows what
they're doing.

I can feel it in my blood.

Then perhaps you should join
them. I have other duties.

Yes, I'm sure you do, with
that little brown tart of yours.

You think I don't
know what's happening?

Her name is Vashti, and
nothing is happening.

Do you think I'm a fool?

You're making a good job of it. Do
you want to wake the entire palace?

I don't care!

I hate all of it!

The disease, the dirt, the
whole filthy lot of them!

Of course you do.

They eat strange foods, have their own gods,
and don't have your high moral standards.

Must be very nice knowing
you're of a superior race.

At least I'm white.

Get out of my sight, Mrs.
Ramsey, before I do forget myself.

Rite of some kind.

Beggars have bucket
loads of them.

- Have mercy. Show pity to poor man, sahib.
- Get away!

What I'll show you is
the back of my hand!

Get your...
filthy--

I'll have the East India
Company down your necks!

I think not, Colonel.

Kamir, what do you
think you're about?

Appeasing my god, Colonel.

Damn your insolence!

No wog is going to
teach me a lesson!

Of course not, Colonel.
You are the lesson.

See here! I am an
officer of the Crown!

I shall have you flayed
alive! Release me this instant!

Who knows, Colonel?

Perhaps you'll have a more
auspicious birth in your next life.

Was it Martin
Millay's wish to die?

The nature of Millay's
life determined his death.

I was merely an instrument.
Stop hiding in the philosophy.

You took a mortal
life. And you haven't?

No, not when someone else's
life was not at stake.

The act was just, MacLeod.
No, Kamir. It was murder.

Millay robbed my people,
ripped away their culture.

He was worse than a murderer.
He was destroying their souls.

Look, MacLeod.

I came for your help.

If you want to
challenge me, do so,

but don't judge me.

I don't get it, Mac.

The guy seems so
enlightened about life.

When I talk to him, I feel like
I'm talking to some kind of priest.

You were. He's just not the
type that takes confession.

But now you're trying to tell
me he's a murderer. That's right.

- But Millay was a dirtbag. You said so yourself.
- The Kali was already gone.

- There was no reason to kill him.
- Kamir thought there was.

Kamir thinks he lives under a different
set of rules than everybody else--

rules that give him
the right to kill.

Maybe they do. It
doesn't work like that.

They thought that in
the 12th century when...

they cut off somebody's hand
for stealing a loaf of bread.

Yes, but, Mac,
according to them,

according to what they
believed in, they were right.

We all have the judgment of
what is right and what is wrong.

So Kamir made a different call than
you did. Does that make him evil?

- No, it doesn't.
- That's what I'm saying, Mac.

He's just trying
to save his culture.

To us, the Kali is
just a piece of bronze.

But to him, it's India.
It's everything he loves.

I know.

Something's wrong. They
should've been back by now.

Perhaps they were
merely delayed.

Ramsey's a British officer.
He doesn't get delayed.

Especially not
for pleasure.

You don't like
him, do you?

I know his kind.

The likes of him destroyed my
country, scattered my people.

And yet you fear
for his safety.

No, not only his.

If Ramsey is dead, the
British will repay in blood.

You kill one of theirs.
They kill 10 of yours.

Are you certain there are
no Thugees in the area?

As your colonel said, we live in
a barbarous and uncivilized land.

One cannot be
certain of anything.

Somehow I suspect that
your presence here...

is more welcome than mine.

It displeases you
that I've come?

No, it would displease
me more if you had not.

Is something wrong?

It must be hard, cut
off from your people.

No harder than it
must be for you.

Are you not lonely?

At times.

Then why did you refuse
the memsahib, Mrs. Ramsey?

- I'm sorry you heard that.
- But she is beautiful.

She is white. She is
English. She is like you.

No, she is not like me.

She sees nothing but her own vanity,
cares for nothing but herself.

She'll not find the beauty
in this land. Not like I have.

You have chosen the
right path, Vashti.

You asked to see me? Yes.

Come. Sit by me.

What were you thinking?

About life.

Yours or mine? Both.

Duncan, do you
believe in immortality?

I-- I mean,
of the soul?

Reincarnation is a
beautiful thought.

Do you think you must live your life
correctly in order to become pure?

We should try.

But, Vashti,
I'm not perfect.

No one is.

Not in one lifetime.

Come.

Is this what
you really want?

Yes.

Are you certain?

I'm certain of
many things now.

You're one of them.

Vashti,
it is--

It is not even dawn yet.

Come back to bed.

I must go to the temple.

I will come with you. No.

I must go alone.

Then hurry back.

We have much to discuss.

Duncan,

when we first met,

you told me I'd never
truly been in love.

Aye.

Now I have.

Have you seen
Vashti? No, sir.

No!

Damn you and
this bloody land!

Where's Ramsey? Dead.

Your precious
Indians murdered him,

buried him in the dirt.

They strangled
him like a dog.

I'm sorry. Take
care of her.

Where are you going?

Stay here! Stay here!

Kali, Mother Goddess,

Protector, Destroyer.

So many forms all in one.

You have come home to me.

MacLeod, I owe
so much to you.

Then show it.

Take the Kali, and be
on the next plane home.

It's over.

Why couldn't you just take
the Kali and leave in peace?

Because Shandra Devane is
the worst kind of traitor.

To Millay, that
statue is just a trade.

To her, it should
have been a god.

Kali has judged her, and
her punishment is death.

Shandra's not part of your
world. She's part of mine.

Whatever Kali's laws are,
she's not subject to them.

I am her law, for
I am Kali's priest.

That's why Vashti
lost her life.

Vashti!
Vash--

Vashti, no! Leave her!

Leave her!

No. Vashti. Vashti.

What have you done?

What duty required.

This is merely
her mortal body.

Her soul has already left.

You knew?

You did this?

Vashti came to me, MacLeod,
sahib. It was her wish.

Then it's my
wish that you die!

Why? Fight me!

- Because I helped her?
- Aye!

She obeyed what
was in her heart.

I was in her heart.

She loved me. I know.

This is because
she loved you.

She became a suttee to
atone for her actions.

So don't hate yourself,
MacLeod, sahib.

Allow us to
fulfill her wishes,

and let her return to us.

Duncan,

do you believe
in immortality?

I mean, of the soul?

Reincarnation is a
beautiful thought.

Do you think you must
live your life correctly...

in order to become pure,

to move toward perfection?

We should try.

But, Vashti, no
one is perfect.

Not in one lifetime.

Don't you cheapen her death. She
died for her beliefs, not you.

She believed
in me, MacLeod.

I am India. I am Kali.

You are not a god.
You never were.

Who are you to tell me what I
am? I'm an Immortal, like you.

Now take the
Kali and leave.

Not while the
traitor lives.

Then there's one
rule we both live by.

There can be only one.

Very well. Let our blades
decide who is right.

Kali is watching.

All the people that were
killed for this thing.

I still don't feel
good about him dying.

You're not supposed to.

There was a greatness
about him, Mac.

What he said.

What he stood for.

What he wanted
for his people.

Richie, Kamir didn't
speak for India.

He spoke for himself and a cult
that died out over 100 years ago.

I know. But some of it
still felt like the truth.

Some of it was.

When you're immortal, you see
kings and dynasties come and go.

Sometimes it's hard to
remember that you're not a god.

Kamir thought that he was.

So what are you gonna
do with the Kali now?

Well, he came
to take her home.

That's where she's going.

And here we are

We're the princes
of the universe

Here we belong
fighting for survival

We've come to be the
rulers of your world

I am immortal

I have inside
me blood of kings

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the
future of your world

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