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 stroke will release the power of the Quickening.
In the end there can be only one.
"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 the world"
"For Tomorrow We Die" 1x15 Highlander
Taxi!
Go on.
(knocking)
I'll only be five minutes.
Bonjour, Monsieur. May I show you something?
Anything you wish. I'm looking for a pendant.
Oh, yes, certainly.
Something you would like.
I'm sorry for keeping you after closing.
I wish I could make it up to you by buying you dinner.
- Who says you can't? - I'm afraid you won't be available.
What's that?
(coughing)
Monsieur Gerard!
They look dead. What happened?
They'll wake up in a few hours with a heck of a headache, but otherwise they'll be fine.
Clean out the manager's safe.
I got it all.
Look! We're rich! (laughs)
You can take off your mask. It's safe.
You're sure?
It's only potent for a few minutes. Trust me. You're safe.
Well, if you say so.
That's better.
-Hey, I'll take these, boss. -I think not.
I lied. You're dead.
I'll see you in Hell.
Probably.
My mother doesn't know that she's breaking my heart.
Well, it's not a sing for your mother to date your ex-boyfriend.
Bad taste, perhaps, but no sin.
- I guess you're right. - I am.
Go with God, my child...and God bless you.
For the Lord be in your heart and on your lips
...so that you may freely and sincerely confess your sins.
So, is God as good a business as they say, Darius?
Xavier?
I'm flattered you remember me.
Why are you here?
I've come to confess, same as everyone else.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
I will not hear this.
You are a priest.
And I AM a sinner. Isn't that how it goes?
Or have you reinvented the position?
Why do this? It means nothing to you.
Because it means everything to you.
Here I am, humiliating one of the world's greatest warriors and what does he do?
Nothing. God, I love religion.
I pity you.
Let's not get maudlin. Are you going to hear my confession or not?
I bet you hear MacLeod's all the time.
If I must, yes.
I've been a very bad boy. I've killed six people.
- Why? - Money.
There's never enough. Looks like I'm gonna have to do it all over again.
Nothing touches you, does it?
Where is your heart, Xavier? Where is your soul?
Who needs a soul?
Six dead. Including that one, Francois Bertrand.
Why does a known criminal wind up dead with five innocent victims?
Maybe his partner got greedy.
I'd say it was some toxic gas
...exceptionally toxic -- high dispersion factor.
It took about five seconds to fill the room.
Poor bastards.
I'll give you specifics later.
- Security tapes, Inspector. - Thanks.
I'm going back to my office and take a look at these.
The security video tapes won't tell us much.
They spray-painted the camera lenses.
Yeah.
Okay. It was rush hour.
Let's put some people out on the street and see if anyone saw anything.
And I want a door to door in a four block radius.
The guy went somewhere when he left here.
So, my old friend, how are we today?
You ready for our game?
Or are you afraid I'll finally beat you?
What's the matter?
Sometimes being a Catholic priest is easier than other times.
Anything you want to talk about?
Would that I could, my friend. Would that I could.
Now...to our game.
I won't press, but if there's anything you need...
Yes, I know, but... some things must remain unsaid.
Okay, so who's move is it?
- It's yours. - Are you sure?
Yes, very. Good move now, huh?
Come in.
- Father Darius? - Yes?
MacLeod, what are you doing here?
Playing chess? Uh, Father Darius, this is Inspector LeBrun of the Paris Police.
Inspector...Can I help you?
I hope so...There was a robbery last night in a jewelry store a block away from here.
Yes, I heard. It's a terrible thing.
From the security video, we learned the robbery happened around six.
Now, just after six, a man saw someone...
...leave the store and enter this chapel.
He was a handsome black man, early thirties, well-dressed.
Do you remember seeing anyone fitting this description?
Yes, I do.
Who was he?
I'm sorry, I can't tell you.
The man is a murderer.
Whatever he is, I can't discuss it with you.
And why is that?
He came to confession.
He told you about the murders?
He told it to him in the confessional, LeBrun. He wants to tell you, but he can't.
At least tell me his name.
I'm truly sorry, my son.
MacLeod, he's your friend...talk to him.
He's also a priest.
The poison he used could have killed hundreds and that son-of-a-bitch --
Sorry, Father. He didn't even wear a gas mask.
He was immune?
He enters the store, releases the gas, collapses -- just like everyone else.
But two minutes later, he's back on his feet again like nothing happened.
He's probably going to kill again.
I would do anything I could to stop it.
- But you won't. - I can't.
This is the infirmary, you bastards! The war's over there!
I don't know why I volunteered for this war.
I don't know about you, but I need a smoke.
Huh, it's pay day.
Hey, what is it? What's wrong?
There's someone...
Who?
Hey, Mac! Mac!
Stan, get back! It's mustard gas!
- Save yourself! - Ah, stop trying to be a hero.
My name is Xavier Saint Cloud. There can be only one.
They're all over the place! Go, quick. Let's move. This way.
Another time.
Stan.
Stan!
I beg you, Father...talk to me. Help me.
This is on your head.
It's Xavier, isn't it?
I think I need a drink now.
So tell me about her.
She's beautiful. She's...smart, she's sexy.
...and she's classy. She's like you.
...and the thing is, I really thinks she's nuts about me.
It's great you've found someone you like. How long have you known her?
Well, just a few days. In fact,
...I'm supposed to meet her for lunch.
and I do not want to be late. I will see you later. Good-bye, au revoir!
Wait, you didn't tell me her...name.
Hello? Oh, hello, Achmed.
Well, I discussed the matter with your cultural attache' at your embassy.
The Egyptian Government has already agreed to send two pieces to the exhibition.
Yes, we have all the proper insurance.
Yes, the paperwork will be completed in triplicate.
Goodbye, Achmed.
Bureaucrats!
Forgive my intrusion, dear lady. I knocked, but --
I didn't hear, I'm sorry. I was --
Yes, I heard.
My name is Gerard Fleuret.
Can I help you?
Actually, it is I who can help you.
Tess? Tessa?
I'm here! I was just about to cook lunch. What do you feel like?
Oh, nothing right now. I just came back to pick the speed boat up.
You look happy about something.
That terra cotta Fanti piece I was looking for...just walked into my collection.
All by itself?
This morning, this man shows up out of the blue...
...Gerard Fleuret -- big collector.
...And he specializes in -- guess what?
Seventeenth century African sculpture.
Exactly. He read that interview I gave.
He's offered to lend us a Fanti Queen.
Not bad.
I thought they were all lost, but he came across this one in Ghana.
Said it cost him an arm and a leg.
Did he say whose?
Very funny, Duncan. And it's come at the perfect time.
The showing for the Refugee Relief Fund is at the gallery tomorrow night.
TOMORROW night?
- Did you forget about it? - 'Bout what?
- About the show. - No, I didn't forget.
Okay. Did you remember to have your tuxedo cleaned?
Yes, I remembered to have my tuxedo cleaned.
You know, the last time I wore a tuxedo --
Was on the deck of the -- Ah! -- of the Titanic.
You know what? You've got an awful mind.
- And you love it. -Mm, I know. Come here.
Can I help you, Monsieur?
- I'm looking for Dalou. - Who are you?
A friend.
I know all of Mr. Dalou's friends, and you're not one of them.
Why don't we ask him?
Please don't.
Stop!
Right there is fine.
(cocks gun)
Smart boy.
Dalou. Don't you recognize me?
Duncan MacLeod?
It's...it's impossible.
You must be his son.
MacLeod's son.
You could be no one else. Welcome.
Your father and I had a hell of a time in the resistance together.
Yeah, he told me.
You look just like him -- incredible! Incredible!
Ah! Did he tell you about the time we got a message from DeGaulle himself?
Yes.
He wanted us -- he expressly asked for us -- to blow up the
...railway bridges at Compiegne.
Besancon.
What are you talking about?
The bridges were north of Besancon.
That's right.
Ah, it's all in here. Just like it happened yesterday.
How is your father?
He died some time ago.
Ah. I'll grieve for him.
Well, what is it I can do for you?
Well, my father told me there wasn't much that went down in Paris
...without you knowing about it.
Oh, I am...somewhat connected.
There was a robbery last night -- a jewelry store on Rue Montcalm. Six people died.
I know. It's bad business -- it's bad FOR business.
Parisians don't mind a little larceny now and then.
If it's done with ingenuity, no one gets hurt.
But...killing for no reason...ah.
The police think one of the dead was involved in the robbery.
I was wondering if you knew him.
Why is this important to you?
I think the man that did the killing murdered a good friend of mine.
You want revenge?
I want him dead.
The thief who died was named Francois.
He worked for me from time to tiem.
He was a good boy. Loyal.
He always did what he was told.
I used to court his mother when she was young.
Ah...If you find the killer... and need my help...
If I find him...I won't.
Welcome to my lovely home. Do you like it?
Yeah, it's nice.
Very nice, huh? Ooh, you smell great. We got the kitchen area back there, a little work area here...
An area for chess.
...and THIS...is the bedroom area.
Hello.
Tessa.
Ha. Hi, uh, I didn't expect you back here for a little while.
Um, I'd like to introduce you to Renee.
Renee, nice to see you again.
Tessa...
You guys know each other?
-Mm-hm. - We've met. Renee is one of our patrons.
Oh, well, that's great! You guys are friends. Excellent. Well, listen...
...we were just about to take a little stroll along the Seine -- you want to join us?
Well, I'm sure Tessa is much too busy to tag along with us.
- Maybe next time. - Okay.
- Shall we? - Come on.
- Bye-bye, Tessa. - It's always nice to see you, Tessa.
He doesn't know.
It's not something he'd tell you, even if he did.
I called Renee. She hasn't told him she's married.
For her it's all a big joke...
A fling with a young, virile lover.
She was laughing.
You don't look shocked.
- You are? - A little.
Besides, she must be at least ten years older than he is!
Hold on a minute. You're stepping on dangerous ground, here.
You know what I mean.
She's using him, and he's taking it seriously.
I know this woman. She's not going to leave her
...rich, influential husband for Richie.
Okay, I guess he ought to be told.
So...when are you going to tell him?
Me?
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life"...
..."and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
God bless you, Francois.
And God bless all of you.
I will never forget what you did today.
Well, anyone would have --
-- buried him in a pauper's grave and have been done with it.
It's because of you that he will rest in holy ground.
Your father would have been proud.
See you around, Dalou.
Oh, no, you've done enough already.
It's from your son.
Bless you.
Maybe you can help me.
What can I do for you?
Tell me all you know about the man that killed your son.
All I know is...
Francois came home one day and said...
...he'd met a man who was going to make him rich --
...and they were going to meet again that night.
Where?
In this cafe' near Saint Michel.
Le Picotin?
Yes, that's it.
Thanks for fixing it with the Archbishop.
I may have neglected to ask his permission.
Use caution. Xavier is ruthless.
- He'd better be. - MacLeod!
Waiter...more coffee.
Whoa! What the--?
Hey!
Hey, get out of the way!
You tourists!
Hey, slow down!
You said Darius had been a Buddhist and a Hindu.
Why is it so important that he now respect this rule about the confessional?
Well, you said it. Respect.
I don't think Darius believes in religion or a set of rules...
Then what does he believe?
Being your brother's keeper.
I think Darius, if he has to help mankind, he has to honor their codes.
Even when they protect a murderer?
The courts protect murderers and innocents alike.
No one suggests that we destroy them.
Why do I argue with you?
Because you're contrary by nature.
I am not!
MacLeod! Are you there?
Yes, you are.
No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are. - No, I am...not.
See what I mean?
Inspector.
Who is he, MacLeod?
Who's that?
The guy you were chasing. Talk to me.
It was the same guy who confessed to the priest, wasn't it?
His description matches. Where's he hiding?
I don't know.
You always know more than you're saying.
His name won't mean anything to you...and even if I did tell you where I met him...
...you wouldn't believe me.
Trust me on this.
If this man kills again because you're holding out on me...
...I will personally have your head.
Well, I think you're gonna have to wait in line.
Remember what I said.
LeBrun! We're on the same side.
That's what worries me.
Maybe you should have told him.
Told him what exactly? That I met Xavier in 1917...
...and he was wearing a gas mask, but I'm not quite sure?
How's that going to help him?
How are you going to find him? You know he's not going back to cafe'.
Well, my guess is that Darius has known Xavier a lot longer than I have.
Maybe he can tell me something.
Long ago I found him hiding from police in my church.
He was a petty thief then.
They would have guillotined him for stealing a piece of jewelry.
No, that's hardly a crime to die for.
And later I had news of him robbing, murdering...
He was sentenced to life, but he escaped.
Where did he go?
Well, he fled to West Africa, India. He lived there like a king.
And he must have spent his fortune and now he's here in Paris to collect more.
I should have stopped him. LeBrun was right. People will die because of me.
Not because of you. Because of him.
Perhaps it's time that...
Perhaps it's time that I should leave my sanctuary.
Leave if you want, but not over this.
Xavier's mine.
Besides, he's killed too many already.
I'm afraid the two of you together is more good news than I can take.
Holy ground's a wonderful thing. It allows us to speak almost like friends.
What do you want?
Actually, I've come to make another confession.
You see, I enjoy the company of my own kind.
I find humans, um...limited.
Oh, so in your arrogance, you kill them.
No, I kill them because --
What's the difference? They all die anyway.
So can Immortals.
- True, but not today. - Really?
I wouldn't try following me.
You may not find any fresh cement this time.
I'll be seeing you real soon, Xavier.
Sooner than you think, MacLeod.
What're you doing in here? Practicing to be a politician or something?
Mac, you ever been...you know...
What do I know?
You ever had it bad for an older woman?
Well, the situation hasn't come up recently.
Ha, ha, ha. Very funny. You know what I mean.
You know I've been seeing this woman, Renee, recently, and it's like she's...
Married.
- What? - Renee's married.
What're you talking about? Is that what Tessa said?
I'm sorry, partner. Hasn't she told you?
No, she didn't tell me that she was married!
Okay, yes, yes, she said that she was married, but...
...but I thought that was like, as in the past. You know, ancient history.
You're putting me on.
Do I look like I'm putting you on?
Well, sometimes with you, I never know.
Oh, well, grand. But I'm not putting you on.
She's married.
Oh, man. Well, I mean, it's not like it really matters, right?
You know, I mean when two people are tight.
It's gonna be tough on her husband when she tells him, though.
Richie, you don't think you're taking this a little fast?
Fast? Mac, you have no idea what's gone on between me and this woman.
It was like, she saw me, I saw her -- boom.
- Boom? - Yes.
Richie, sometimes when you meet somebody, there's an attraction. But --
No, no, no, no, Mac. I am not talking about an "attraction".
I'm talking about the real thing.
I just feel sorry for her old man.
What?
It's spectacular. I don't know how to thank you, Monsieur Fleuret.
Gerard, please.
I hear you've invited some of the more prominent philanthropists of our fair city.
- That's right. - Excellent.
And I will finally be able to meet your boyfriend.
What was his name?
Duncan MacLeod. He promised faithfully to be here.
I'm so glad. And what time is this event?
Eight.
That means everyone should be here by nine.
The French are never on time.
Excuse me a moment.
I'll see you this evening.
I may be a few minutes late, but I wouldn't miss this for the world.
Richie!
Madame de Tassigny, how good of you to make it.
And this, I presume, must be your husband. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.
- How do you do? - Very well, thank you.
I'm Richard Ryan, Tessa Noel's associate.
I can't tell you how much we appreciate your generous contribution.
Oh please, don't let me keep you. Have a wonderful evening.
Thank you, Mr. Ryan.
Uh, Madame de Tassigny... If I may have one small moment, please?
Go and talk to your friends. I'll be right in, cheri.
- Richie, I meant to -- - It's okay.
He seems like a nice guy.
Well, he is.
Renee, I've been doing a lot of thinking.
Yes.
We can't keep seeing each other.
We can't?
Ah, maybe if we'd met in another time... or another place...
I don't know. But he is your husband.
Yes, he is.
Well, I'm glad you understand.
Goodbye, Renee.
Goodbye, Richie.
Another time. Another place.
So, what do you think of our fertility goddess?
I think she's wasting her time around me. Here, you want it?
Where's the donor?
He said he might be a few minutes late.
Take a look at these people. Have you ever seen so many diamonds?
Once. King Solomon's Mines, but that's a long story.
Some other time.
MacLeod. Can I have a word with you?
- What is it? - It's time to go downtown, MacLeod.
Is that really necessary?
A witness saw you throw something into a cement mixer. We dug it up...
...it was a nerve gas cannister.
The same kind of gas used in the jewelry store.
Was anyone hurt?
No. You guessed right. The concrete deactivated it.
Then you don't need to talk to me.
We also ID'd the guy you were chasing.
We think his name is Xavier St. Cloud. Where is he?
If I knew, you wouldn't have to worry about him.
This is no time for personal vendettas, MacLeod. Let's go.
Give me a moment.
Excuse me.
- What does LeBrun want? - Me. Downtown. Now.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
We believe this man...this Xavier St. Cloud, came from West Africa.
Why?
InterPol reports a similar crime fifteen years ago.
A drug lord was found gassed in his mansion.
The place had been looted.
The guy got away with millions in cash and a priceless collection...
...of seventeenth century African sculpture.
West African sculpture?
Yes, why?
It would take too long to explain.
Where's MacLeod?
What are you doing?!
Fleuret is Xavier.
I've been waiting for you.
Don't bother with the gas. There's nobody home.
You do turn up most unexpectedly, MacLeod.
I think we both expected this.
I'm just trying to earn a few francs.
After all, a man's got to live.
Not necessarily.
Any sign of the lord and master?
He's been gone all night. I don't know where he is.
Well, don't worry. He'll turn up. He always does.
- Tess, I need to ask you a question. - Sure.
- Am I as big a fool as I feel? - What do you mean?
I said all this stuff to Renee last night. I thought I was, like, breaking her heart.
Little did I know she was happily married.
All I was, was just a fling on the side.
I never really meant a thing to her, did I?
She married for wealth and convenience.
Passion is not something that is so easy to come by.
Passion?
She told you I was passionate?
Well...
...I suppose there are worse things one could be than a sex object.
Ah, look who's here.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
- Did you find him? - No, he's gone.
I found some blood and tracks a few miles downriver.
LeBrun has been calling you all morning. He wants to talk to you.
Oh, I bet he does. But right now, I just want to get some sleep.
- Duncan? Do you think he will--? - Probably.
He won't forget what I did to him.
He's still out there somewhere.
He'll be back.
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