He is immortal.
Born in the Highlands of Scotland, 400 years ago.
He is not alone. There are others like him.
Some good, some evil.
For centuries, he has battled the forces of darkness...
with holy ground his only refuge.
He cannot die unless you take his head and with it, his power.
In the end, there can be only one.
He is 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
Okay. Look. Let's just forget about the money.
I don't know what I was thinkin'. I been so cuckoo these days.
You know, please... Oh, my.
That's cold.
Listen. I will leave town. I'll leave the city.
I'll move off the continent, if you like.
Fellas, look, can't we at least talk about this, huh?
I mean, what the hell did I do to deserve this?
In light of your current predicament, Mr. Carbassa,
I'd say you tried to blackmail the wrong man.
- Now, look, Syd... - Don't call me Syd.
My name is Simon, Simon Lang.
I can respect that.
Look, Mr. Lang. Honest to God... I swear... your secret is still safe.
Because I stopped you. And now you'll stay quiet...
When your time is getting short, you find yourself thinking about the legacy...
you leave behind. Yeah.
- Perhaps you know what I mean. - Look.
Look, guys, it's very cold out. You guys don't wanna be waitin' around.
I mean, this cement'll take hours to dry. Listen.
Why don't you just shoot me instead?
Or, hey, how 'bout a quick jab in the ear with an ice pick?
- I mean, it was good enough for Trotsky. - You brought up the past.
You should be prepared to deal with its traditions.
You don't have to do this. A guy like me, I'm not worth it.
I mean, I'm nothin'. I'm scum. I'm... You know, but...
maybe we could make a trade?
With what? What could you have that could interest a man like me?
Duncan MacLeod?
- MacLeod's been dead for 50 years. - Him, yeah.
- But his grandson's still alive. - So?
So? So, so, so, so... so, the guy knows everything.
He told me himself. He tells everybody.
I see 'im on the street... strangers, people... he's like a mouth.
I go around talkin' to people about you, who the hell's gonna listen to me?
I'm like ashmengeguy. But this guy, MacLeod, boy, he's like a real solid citizen.
- You're lying. - No. I swear to God.
Hey... Hey, give me a break.
Look, Mr. Lang. Mr. Lang... Hey, you guys, easy. Please, please.
Guys, come on. Wait a minute. Maybe if I got out of the cement, it'd be easier to walk.
Please, guys, please. Not in the water. I'm not good in the water.
I can't swim. Mr. Lang!
Guys, please! No, guys! Please don't do it. Mr. Lang. Mr. Lang.
Listen, Mr. Lang. Mr. MacLeod... Oh, geez.
Mr. Lang, the MacLeod thing is a no-lose proposition.
I mean, if I'm right, your secret'll be safe forever. If I'm wrong,
you can always buy another bag of cement.
Hey, kid. Is MacLeod around? Who's lookin'?
Hey, look. Take it easy. I'm not after anybody's head or anything.
Then you can leave the card. We'll get back to you.
Yeah, me and Mac, we go back a long way.
We're like...
Hey, MacLeod! Benny!
In the flesh!
Are you gettin' taller, or am I gettin' shorter? Shorter. How much you want?
Come on. Does it always have to be about money? I'm loaded now.
Oh! I was on my way to Chicago for a little bit of action.
I thought I'd drop in, see how you're doin'. My lucky day!
Hey, all right. Hey, you gonna introduce me to this good-lookin' stud or what?
Richie, Benny. Benny, Richie. Richie, how you doin'? Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you. How you doin'? Keep your wallet in your front pocket.
Come on. I'm crushed. What's the problem, Mac?
Well, I guess he doesn't want you hanging out with a small-time hustler,
you know, who's had his fingers in bootlegging, bookmaking, blackmail...
Am I missing something here? Yeah, how 'bout the part where you lose money in every scam?
Well, okay, wise... So I'm not Michael Milken, but, hey, he's no Al Capone either.
- You knew Capone? - Don't encourage him.
Did I know Capone? Capone, Lansky, Legs Diamond... I knew 'em all, kid.
- Oh, man. What was Capone like? - Here we go.
Hey, come on, Mac. The kid wants to know. Let me tell him. Yeah. Come on. Come on.
Capone. Let me tell you about Capone. Capone had that thing we call a "shine."
Know what I'm sayin'? This guy, when he cheated at cards, he was a master. All right!
Those were the days, huh? I was just leavin'.
Perfect. How 'bout lunch? I'm buying.
This I've gotta see.
- Bad timing? - No. Not at all.
Wow. Nice to meet ya. I'm... Just leaving.
I'll catch up with you at Joe's. Right. So you were saying?
Well, Legs Diamond used to shave his legs under his pants to keep his legs smooth.
Nice-lookin' chick. Yeah.
- So, how've you been? - Good. Busy, as usual.
You? Oh, I've been good. Good. It's good. Yeah.
I missed you, but...
All right. Here's the thing. I've...
I've been doin' a lot of thinkin' about this guy I know...
Do you like this guy? Yeah, I do. A lot.
And? And I think he likes me too.
So where's the problem? Well,
this guy is very different.
No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to get to the bottom of him.
Maybe you should cut him some slack, give him a little time.
Funny. That's exactly what I was thinking.
Some people are just a little slower to open up.
- So? - So,
I've decided to... not to push.
- And you're okay with that? - I figured I'd give it my best shot.
So what's the next step?
Well, I was thinking maybe, um,
we could go out sometime?
Well, how about tonight?
Oh, I'm on double rotation tonight. Tomorrow?
Well, um, I got this really boring fund-raiser to go to. Black tie, bunch of speeches.
You don't wanna go to that, do you?
So Dillinger looks over at me, says, "Hey, Benny!" "Yes, Mr. Dillinger?"
"I gotta go see the picture Manhattan Melodrama.I said, "Well, why?"
"Because in it, Clark Gable plays a gangster that gets the electric chair."
And Dillinger wanted to know what it was like to fry.
- At the Biograph Theater in Chicago. - Okeydokey, smokey,
the kid is smarter than he looks.
And it was my idea to take him there.
- So, Benny... Benny, what about the lady in red? - You mean Anna?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Who the hell do you think introduced them?
So you got John Dillinger killed?
Well, my timing's not perfect.
I'd say. Yeah.
Anyway, kid... I'm sorry. I keep calling you "kid." You're at least 10, 12?
I'm gonna make a quick call. I'll be right back. You're early.
The check hasn't come. Oh, you're such a kidder.
He's always kiddin' me. We should've done vaudeville. We'd have made a fortune.
I'll be right back. Guy's hilarious.
Oh, come on, Mac. Give him a break, you know? He's having a good time.
Yeah. He's trouble. He's fun.
And besides, I know he's full of it.
Look, if he stiffs you with the bill, it was worth the price of admission.
I gotta go. I'll see you later.
Richie!
All right, Mac. I got ya in.
In where? There's an amazing poker game going down at the docks tonight.
Okay? Invitation only. I wangled you an invite.
Thanks. No, thanks, Benny.
Come on, Mac. What are you talkin' about? There are gonna be some serious players there.
We'll have a few drinks, all right? We'll smoke some of those big Cuban cigars.
It'll be just like the old days, know what I'm sayin'? It'll be a blast.
When was the last time you had a great poker game, huh?
Someone swiped my wallet! Yeah.
I'm serious. Someone swiped my wallet. Hey!
- I'm gonna call the cops. I'll be right back. - You do that.
All right. Who took my wallet?
Afternoon, Benny.
Hey. What the hell's goin' on? Hey, guys. Guys! Hey, hey, hey. Come on.
So how's Leon, huh? Leon's pissed, so say good-bye to your kneecaps.
Get over here! Come on. Listen. I told Leon I'd get him his money, okay?
- Well, well, well. - Hey, Mac, help me reason with these guys, will ya?
- Get lost. Mac? Mac, please?
- I said get lost. Mac, please?
- I wouldn't do that.
Watch it, Mac! He's got a bat!
Oh, Mac! Way to go, Mac.
Catch, Benny.
Oh, yeah! Yeah, Mac! All right!
Ho, that was beautiful, Mac. That was beautiful. That was beautiful.
Listen, Mac. The kick... the "papoom" thing... that was fantastic, Mac.
-You have some explaining to do. Get in the car. -Mac, I was gonna help you out,
but my shoulder got banged on the thing... Get in.
and I had to cover the bat thing.
I had 'em lined up. I was gonna give 'em that curly thing on the truck.
In the car. In the car. I'm not good with this stuff.
Mac, he's movin'! Let me get a shot at... Where are the bats?
Where's? Give... Whoa. Mac, he's up! He's up! Mac! Ho!
Okay. So I owe a little money.
Okay. So I owe alotof money.
I don't know. Could it be... gambling debts?
No. I bought theQueen Mary, and I couldn't make the payments.
Listen, Mac. That's why I've gotta get down to this poker game tonight.
- There's gonna be a guy there that owes me a bundle. - Oh, good. Problem solved.
Well, no, not really, Mac. See, Leon's boys aren't the type that are just gonna go away,
especially after what you just did to 'em... for which I'm eternally grateful, you know.
You know.
What do you want, Benny? Oh.
I was kinda hopin' that maybe you could walk me over there.
Please, Mac? For old time's sake?
Benny, all that can happen to you is they can just kill you.
Yeah, but that involves pain, and I'm not good with pain.
All right. Mac, you're a lifesaver!
I love ya, Mac! Thank you so much! I love ya! Don't overdo it, Benny.
Yeah. Okay. One more. No, no, no.
Okay. Fine. Sit down.
- What's with the rocks, Mac? - I like rocks.
Try art.
All right. This has gotta be the place.
Let's check around back here somewhere.
This is gonna be a great game. You're gonna love it. Yeah.
Nice, huh? Remember: It's just this once, Benny.
So, listen. You gonna stick around for one game? No games, Benny.
One game's not gonna kill ya. I'm not playin' a game.
Hey, Syd, how ya doin'?
- He looks just like him. - Yeah. Well, didn't I tell ya?
- What's this about, Benny? - What do you know about me and your grandfather?
Benny? What do you know?
My grandfather?
Who cares what he knows? Now he sleeps with the fishes, huh?
Well, your problems are over, Mr. Lang.
We're square,
but don't ever give me trouble again, Carbassa.
I can always find you.
MacLeod! MacLeod!
MacLeod! Are you out here?
- MacLeod!
- Benny! - MacLeod! You're alive! You're still alive!
Okay, listen. I got a bike and everything. Don't worry. I got the keys.
Oh, you're alive! You're alive!
Come on out, Mac. Listen, Mac. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
Take these cuffs off. Okay. Listen. No problem. I can explain everything.
Now! Please. Before I do, you're not gonna kill me, are ya?
You promise? Oh, I promise.
Okay. All right. I'm so sorry. Boy, you look cold.
Mac, you promised!
I lied. Why? Listen, Mac. I had to do it.
If I didn't, the guy was gonna send me down to the bottom of the bay in cement sneakers.
That's no place to spend the next 200 years. What are you talkin' about?
The guy at the ferry... Simon Lang. I had to kill you for him.
What the hell for? So you wouldn't talk.
You didn't recognize him, did you? That guy used to be Syd Langkofsky.
Cigars? Cigarettes?
Name's Benny Carbassa. You lookin' for me?
No. You're not my type. Duncan MacLeod.
Yeah? Well, I guess I'll let you go.
This time. Thanks for the reprieve.
Cigars. Say, pal, how's about a drink?
Why not? Hey, waiter. Couple of highballs over here.
Wise guy. Haven't seen you around town before, pal.
Lookin' to check out the local action? Just passin' through.
Yeah? Well, listen. I got this whole town in my back pocket, see?
In fact, there's a great poker game down on the South Side tonight.
They don't usually take to strangers, but I can get you in.
That's very kind of you. Say, don't mention it, pal.
Put yourself in my hands, 'cause if you haven't seen Lucky Jim's, you haven't seen this town.
- Who's she? - Night and day
- You are the one - Uh, no, no, no, no, no, my friend.
You don't wanna go messin' around with that particular lady.
Why not? That's Peggy McCall, Joey Langkofsky's girl.
Under the sun
- Who? -Joey.
Joey over there's a born wise guy.
Started out a small-time punk in the Purple Gang, knockin' over candy stores.
Then he graduated to hijackin' booze.
Hey, waiter, where are those highballs? No credit.
- Why, I oughta... -That's all right. Put it on my tab.
Night and day Yeah? Say, you're all right, pal.
He doesn't look like a small-time hustler, though. Guess you haven't heard, huh?
This is the land of opportunity. He and his brother Syd opened up this place...
in the middle of Prohibition.
Few bucks here. Few bucks there. Nobody sees nothin'.
That's Syd over there, cookin' the books.
In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
-I'll think of you - I mean, I've never met him up close and personal, like,
but I hear he's all brains and no style, you know what I mean?
Under the hide of me
Anyway, the two of them wound up the biggest whiskey runners in town. Yeah.
And now it's all legit. Boy, what a country, huh?
Only in America. Yeah.
And this torment
Won't be through
Till you let me spend my life
Making love to you
Day and night
Night and day
You are the one
Only you
Beneath the moon and under the sun
Whether near to me
Or far
It's no matter, darling
Where you are
I think of you
Night and day
Like to dance? I hear you're dangerous to know.
- Afraid of a little danger?
Well then? Excuse me.
So, what is it that you do, Mr.... MacLeod. Duncan MacLeod.
- I'm in antiques. - Uh-huh.
Well, Duncan MacLeod, that's not too shabby... Thank you.
for an antique.
Is he looking yet? What do you mean?
Your boyfriend. Is he jealous? Shut up and dance.
Joey, get a load of the action on the dance floor.
Syd, I got better things to do than look at some floozy kickin' up her skirts.
It ain't some floozy. It's Peggy.
Just what do you think you're doin', pal? Dancing.
With my girl? Well, if she's your girl, maybe you should dance with her.
Maybe you should stay out of what ain't your business! Careful, boy.
Hey, Joey, take it easy. We don't wanna make a mess in here.
Who is this guy?
This is Mr. Duncan MacLeod. He's in antiques.
Antiques?
Get rid of him.
Dance, everybody. Come on. Dance.
-Dance, everybody. Come on. -Look, I appreciate the dancing, but you see how it is.
You don't have to explain.
You're a true beauty.
You can relax. She's all yours.
Where did all these drinks come from? Uh, that dame over there.
She likes ya.
So, uh, Benny's downstairs.
Mac, he's really sorry. I mean, he's like... He's crying, for Pete's sake.
Well, he's probably got an onion in his pocket. Oh, come on, Mac.
Can't you just give the guy a break? He killed me.
Oh, Mac, he didn't really kill you. I mean,
I know it's not fun, but it's not like it's permanent either.
Yeah, well, that's Benny's whole problem: He can't get killed.
Every time he screws up, he starts over. And then he screws up all over again.
Mac! Mac, forgive me, will ya?
Please. I was way out of line. I should've checked with you first.
I'm sorry. You know I'd never let you get hurt, not really.
I mean, it was just one of those really awkward situations you can't get out of...
without doing something really impulsive, like killing a good friend.
Listen, Mac. The great thing is that it worked. Lang thinks you're dead.
As long as you don't run into him, everything is copacetic.
Benny? Get one thing straight. Yeah?
I have a life here. I'm not about to run and hide from this guy. No, no, no.
That's the beauty of it, Mac. You don't have to. See, Lang has got cancer.
He's gonna be dead himself within three months, tops! It's beautiful!
You're all heart, Benny. No, well, Mac, that's not what I meant.
What I'm saying is that the chances of you running into him are next to nil.
Next to nil.
Let me get some of this. You going on a hot date, huh? You look great.
Look at you, you sexy, long-haired Immortal, you.
You stud-man, you. Good luck! I love 'im!
He's, like, the best, isn't he? He's like a brother to me, you know that?
That clumsy waiter could use a little straightening out.
I'm sure you're just the man to do it, dear.
We're here to dedicate our new wing to the hospital.
All you have to do is keep smiling and be your usual gracious self.
Just try to keep your speech under an hour. Some folks might like to get some dancing in.
Excuse me. Aren't you Peggy McCall?
Oh, a long time ago. I'm Margaret Lang. It's so good of you to remember.
I heard you sing in the old Palace ballroom in Chicago,
New Year's Eve, 1939.
- That's the year I retired. You were wonderful.
You were the queen of the ballroom.
There were so many wonderful singers then. Not like you.
You were magic. Let me get my wife. She'll be so thrilled.
I'm afraid we can't. It's time for my speech.
Sorry.
I promise we'll mingle a little, we'll sip a little,
we'll hear one more speech, and we're out of here in half an hour, tops.
Sound good? No. There's plenty of champagne, plenty of music. Why waste it?
- It can't be.
You're so sweet! Oh!
- Maybe we do wanna go home early after all. - You!
Hi.
The son of a bitch is alive!
But, boss, we saw the guy. You saw a damned illusion.
The little bastard tricked me. Mr. Lang, the guy drowned.
How the hell did he do it? I thought for sure he was dead.
He was at my charity ball tonight. Must have had a diver waitin'.
I don't care what he had. I want him dead.
I want that little weasel dead too. Now, you find 'em...
and you kill 'em!
Stop.
You said it wouldn't be a dull evening. We aim to please.
Well, not that I minded leaving early, but, uh,
what did you do to totally piss off the biggest philanthropist of the city?
You must've mistaken me for somebody else. I don't buy that.
You're pushing it. I am not pushing!
You're not gonna push, right? Right. Right.
Course, if I was gonna ask a question,
it'd be something a lot more interesting, like, "How come you don't have any scars?"
No vaccinations. No appendectomies.
And you're pushing! I am not.
-Yes, you are. - Oh, stop. I still don't know anything about you,
except for the fact that you have secrets and Simon Lang doesn't like you.
That's not a lot to go on, is it? It's enough.
Hey, hey! MacLeod! MacLeod!
Listen, I'm heading over to that poker game on Front Street. Sure you don't wanna join me?
Well, I haven't played high-stakes poker in years. The better to take your money.
Come on. It's not like you forget how. I suppose it'll come back.
All right. Hey, listen. I'll get us a cab, all right?
Taxi!
I told your brother I'm not looking for trouble.
I'm just here to deliver a message. I'm listening.
Peggy wants you to come back to the club to see her after the last show.
What for? Hey, I'm just the delivery boy.
You gonna be there or what? Tell her I'll be there.
Don't you know I love you? - So why do you make me crazy?
So I flirt a little. A guy in my position's gotta keep up appearances.
It's just business.
And what about that guy you were hanging onto? Ah, hell.
I was only dancin' with him to make you jealous.
You make me crazy! Well, in that case, I forgive you.
Joey? Business.
I am a little involved here, Syd. Can't it wait?
No, it can't.
He's great with the books, but his timing stinks.
- That guy MacLeod's out front in your booth.
And I should care about this because?
He says he's supposed to meet Peggy.
Syd, what's going on? It's just business.
Joey's cool when it comes to business. That was not his business face.
He's going after MacLeod. 'Cause I danced with the guy?
I told him that meant nothing.
You know what Joey's like.
Syd, please. You've gotta go after him before he hurts somebody.
Don't worry. I'll take care of him.
You know, I thought you were smart enough to be out of town by now, MacLeod.
I thought I'd just stick around and see the sights.
Well, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. It's a dangerous town.
People who don't mind their own business...
have been known to get hurt.
Hey, Joey, stay calm. We don't wanna make a mess in here.
Stay out of this, Syd! This isn't one of those deals where you can negotiate everything.
Sure it is.
- Everything's negotiable.
What the hell did you do that for?
Syd, what happened? I heard shots.
I couldn't stop 'em. I tried. I was too late.
What happened? Did Joey shoot 'im?
They shot each other, Peggy. They're dead. They're both dead.
Joey's dead? I was too late.
It's my fault. I'm sorry, Peggy.
No! It's my fault. If I hadn't tried to make him mad...
I'll take care of you, Peggy.
I'll take you home, and I'll get the boys to clean up.
What? Oh!
Syd'll take care of everything. What? What?
I'll take care of you.
I think I've done a pretty good job of not pushing.
You think that entitles you to a bonus? Yes. Maybe.
You know, something small, like where are you from?
Well, let's just say my family's Scottish. Really?
Mm. What a revelation.
- You Duncan MacLeod? - Usually.
You okay? I'm fine. I'm fine.
And I am not pushing as hard as I can.
Listen. It was just bad luck. How the hell was I supposed to know it was his party?
Yeah, but why does this always happen, Benny?
I... I don't know. I mean, at least there was no harm done.
I mean, they didn't get you, and even if they did, it wouldn't be permanent.
No, they didn't get me, but they almost got Anne.
Listen, I... I'm sorry, Mac.
I guess I just didn't think this whole thing through very well.
Well, this has gone way too far. Mac, I'm gonna fix it, okay?
I'll tell you what. I'm gonna go over there. I'm gonna talk to them. I'll tell 'em somethin'.
I'll...
No. No. You're gonna stay here, and you're gonna stay out of trouble.
And I mean it, Benny.
I've come to see Mr. Lang. Name's MacLeod.
- Yes. - Let him in, James.
I'm sorry to bother you, but I thought it was necessary.
That was you last night at the ball, wasn't it?
Yes. You remind me very much of someone.
- Duncan MacLeod? - Your grandfather.
Uh, Mrs. Lang, I need to see your husband.
What about Alvin "Creepy" Karpis? Did you ever hear about him?
I don't care. He was a Canadian gangster, you know.
Not too many of those. Maybe two.
But even he... Yeah, I mean, he had a chip on his shoulder about...
Benny, I said I don't care, all right?
Listen. Maybe you're working out too much. You shouldn't have to.
Just get yourself a nice jacket and you're set.
Look, I guess Mac's a little pissed off with me, isn't he?
Well, do you blame him? Look, it was an angle that went haywire.
It happens. You ever thought about goin' through life just takin'...
what it deals you, without tryin' to work some angle? Oh, yeah?
Like what? Like get a real job?
Wouldn't be a bad idea. I'm takin' a shower.
Well, I've thought about it, you know?
It's not like it hasn't occurred to me.
I mean, even if I wanted to...
What the hell would anybody wanna hire me for?
Nice punch, Benny.
Thanks.
Why do you want to find Simon?
I need to clear up some history.
About your grandfather? It's all so long ago.
What happened happened. Accept it, like I did.
Took him decades to become a respectable businessman.
Now he's acting like a cheap hoodlum.
I guess the past always comes back to haunt you.
You look just like he did...
over 50 years ago.
But who is this dried-up old woman beside you?
I still see a beautiful woman.
When I think of myself,
I always see me as I was then:
young, fresh, happy, Joey standing by my side.
Real beauty never fades, Peggy.
So, what do you want to know?
I need to know where to find your husband.
I'm done wasting my time on low-life scum like you.
I know what you mean, Mr. Lang. I'm a loser. But listen.
You don't have to kill me. I'm sure you got more important things to do. You're not well.
- I've done great things for my country. - You sure have.
I deserve a little peace of mind in my final days.
This time, I'll do it myself.
Syd. Syd, please. Don't!
I told you. Don't call me Syd. Lang?
What a nice surprise. Now it's your turn.
- I'd really like to talk. - Any famous last words?
- Nothin' that's not a clich?. - Get rid of him.
Why are you doing this? You've been Simon Lang for 50 years.
Why risk it all? Duncan MacLeod and Joey Langkofsky killed each other.
- That's the way it's going to stay.
- We both know you did it, Syd.
So the little weasel was right. You do know.
Is that what it was? You wanted Joey's girl?
Joey got everything: the press, the girl.
I put it all together. It was time for him to retire.
You bastard!
- Peggy, get out of here! - You shot your own brother!
You took away the best thing that ever happened to me.
- Joey was my life! - Margaret.
You killed him!
- Stay out of this.
- You should've left the past alone. - And you...
you should've stayed dead at the ferry.
What happens now?
I'll take you home.
Night and day
She was a class act, huh? They sure don't make dames like that anymore.
They never made 'em like that, Benny. She was one of a kind.
Yeah, well, she's gonna be okay, Mac. I mean,
with Syd gone, she's free and she's loaded.
- She's lost a little time, Benny. - Yeah. That's true too.
- I'm sorry. You're right. - Talking about starting a new life.
Absolutely, Mac. It's a brand-new leaf for me, I tell ya.
I mean, you know, as soon as I can get a little bit of a stake.
Oh, Daddio, what the heck is this? Is this the stake?
No. It's a ticket to Chicago. What? What are you talkin'...
Hey, come on, MacLeod. I thought we patched things up. What the hell?
Good-bye, Benny. Aw, come on, Mac. I was gonna check out some local action.
I thought you and I could go down to a craps game tonight. Bye-bye, Benny.
- This is a bus ticket. - Yeah. Bon voyage. Hasta la vista.
- Write when you get work. - Come on, Mac. Chicago's 2,000 miles away.
I mean, it'll take... it'll take 13 years to get there by bus. What about food?
Quarters? You're giving me quarters?
I'll be dead before I even get there, Mac. Come on. Please. Do me a favor.
Okay, you're right. I'm an ungrateful son of a gun. Listen. Thank you so much,
but couldn't you spring for an airline ticket, Mac?
It's like a dog kennel on those buses. There's a lot of sweaty people. I'm an Immortal!
Benny? Yeah?
Shut up.
Listen. I'll call you when I get back into town. Maybe you can introduce me...
to some of those Immortal babes of yours.
Bye, Benny. Bye.
Day and night
Under the hide of me
There's an oh, such a hungry yearning
Burning inside of me
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 Yeah!
I have no rival
No man can be my equal
Take me to the future of your world
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