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
Last week on Highlander.
What was it like? The quickening of a man that called you friend?
How many, Kalas? And for how long?
Since the beginning. Now, if you'll pardon me,
I have to say a mass for the dead. This isn't finished.
Because you'll tell Paul?
We've been together for centuries. He'd never believe you.
No, but he'd believe you.
How could you?
How could you do these things?
MacLeod is from outside.
How could you believe his word over mine?
I heard your words, Kalas. I heard everything.
Now leave here... forever.
You cannot.
This place is my life.
You do not know what you have done.
But you will.
You will allow me to pray.
Oh, be my guest.
While you're at it, say one for MacLeod.
-What does it mean? - That Paul's dead.
Symmetry has its own beauty.
Beauty?
Is that what you believe?
I believe in the revenge, MacLeod,
for this!
We'll meet again.
- Duncan!
Richie, he's gone. Richie.
Let go of me! No! Anne! Anne!
It's better this way.
She loves you, Mac. Maybe she can handle it.
And be dragged into our world?
Kalas isn't going to go away.
I couldn't handle another Tessa.
We could think of something, Mac. You know, you don't have to leave.
Yes, I do.
Now there's a sight for sore eyes.
Fitzcairn, it's good to see you.
The opera's over here. Just had it tuned.
I was afraid of that.
So, what brings you to Paris?
Change of scenery.
Come on. You've seen the sites. What happened?
Taxi! I died.
Yeah, been there, done that. Never fun.
It's not like it never happened before.
Why leave the country?
A friend saw me die.
Oh. A woman, I take it.
That's a good enough reason.
Right? Right.
Takes a bit longer on the, uh, on the back roads,
but you get to look around.
Great having you back, Mac. We can really paint the town.
Just like old times.
Just about.
You never stay in one place too long. What keeps you here?
Paris? Well, a good history.
Good restaurants.
What's her name? Naomi.
Naomi Camdessus. Shows that much, huh?
After 350 years, Fitz, you're an open book.
She's wonderful. Beautiful, intelligent, work of art.
Sounds like she should be in a museum.
I met her at Le Cordon Bleu.
You're learning to cook? Don't be so silly.
No, I teach.
I'm also writing a cookbook.
What... What's so funny? Come on.
You writing a cookbook.
I remember when you couldn't even read or write.
Neither could you.
I was always a slow learner. But you were 200 years old.
What the...
Is he a friend of yours?
Oh, dear.
Fitzcairn. Welcome to Paris, MacLeod.
So, the guy was a lousy driver.
Lousy driver? He was trying to kill you.
Come on, Fitz. What'd you do and who'd you do it to?
Me? Why me? You're the one with enemies on every continent.
Yeah, but that was no Immortal running us off the road.
Well, you know the French. They hate Italian cars.
MacLeod!
What took you so long? Lunch was ready over an hour ago.
Uh, well, a little car trouble.
Maurice, this is Fitzcairn, an old friend.
Hello. This is Maurice. Maurice is... Maurice.
You're Scottish? English actually.
Really? It doesn't show. Mm-hmm.
You should have called. The veal is ice cold.
Oh, thanks, Maurice, but you didn't have to go to all that trouble.
Well, if you have some greens,
maybe a little Parmesan.
A little vinegar. A kind of carpaccio. Brilliant.
You're sure you're English? All my life.
Thanks for getting the barge back, Maurice, but, uh,
I don't know how you did it.
An astute business sense. And the fact that money was no object.
Who said money was no object? It's a very expensive city.
They insisted on a small profit.
I've got a job managing my mother-in-law's restaurant.
Responsibilities, worries... you can't imagine.
Bon app?tit.
What's he mean am I sure I'm English?
Must have been hundreds, no thousands of women in my life.
I've never realized how lonely I am until I met Naomi.
I'm happy you found her, Fitz.
No, I mean it. It's like I've been running around...
half blind, half empty for 800 years.
Do you ever get lonely, Duncan?
Sometimes.
Tessa.
Yeah, I must admit,
I've been thinking about it a lot lately too.
Losing Naomi, that is.
This, uh, woman who saw you die,
what's she like?
Her name's Anne.
She's bright, compassionate, a lot of fun.
Mean a lot to you? Yeah.
You love her? Wait a minute.
What's all this interest all of a sudden in my love life?
I'm just trying to make conversation.
Do you love her?
It doesn't matter now.
You told her? Fitz, I made a choice.
Did you tell Naomi? No, not yet, but...
I'm just waiting for the right moment.
Why don't you tell her? It's over and done.
Oh. Oh, I get it.
The great Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod is not allowed to change his mind.
Leave it alone, Fitz, all right?
Are you always this stubborn? Are you always this annoying?
Of course. It's part of my personality.
Look. I just want you to be as happy as I am.
Nobody could be as happy as you are.
But I would have told her.
What have you got to lose?
Do you love her?
I think I've been more than patient.
How many times do we have to go through this?
What's happened between us is over.
How can it be over when I'm with you every day?
You're my life. We have to be together.
I'm telling you, Naomi's not like any other woman I've ever known.
She's caring, intelligent, beautiful.
Everything a man could ever want.
Then, uh, what's she doing with you?
No, I mean it, Mac. She's the one.
Hugh Fitzcairn settling down.
What do the women of the world have to look forward to?
Boredom. But that's their problem.
I'm off the market.
I'm sorry.
It's that English bastard.
Didn't know you were busy.
You can always leave. It's obvious you're not wanted here.
Sorry, old chum, I think you've got it the wrong way around.
I am not your chum, you arrogant ass!
Stop it! I am not your English bastard.
- No.
- Stop them, please! - I'm trying!
All right. Enough! Enough, both of you!
- This isn't over. - Anytime, old chum.
Anytime.
Ow. I'm sorry!
It wasn't my fault. Are you okay?
Ahem.
Oh, sorry. Duncan, Naomi. Naomi, Duncan.
- I've heard a lot about you. - Consider the source.
Sorry about Patrick.
You got nothing to apologize for.
Fitz, I have a class to teach.
More's the pity.
First you get run off the road, then you're punching somebody out.
What is this all about?
If people insist on getting in the way of love,
what am I supposed to do about it?
I suppose a cold shower is out of the question.
Completely.
I will not believe it.
My daughter,
my only daughter,
on her mother's grave.
Whoever tries to ruin her virtue...
is going to pay.
And if the bastard is in the employ of the Gasparis,
we go to war.
I do no think that will be necessary, sire.
I will see to it that whoever it is leaves the city.
You will do more than that.
I want this monster disposed of.
As painfully as possible.
No, Father, there is no man. Nothing is happening.
Dio mio.
Then who wrote this?
What more proof do I need?
A bastard grandchild?
My daughter is precious to me, MacLeod.
Her virtue is in your hands.
Then I will see it is protected, sire.
You'd better.
Idiots!
I'm surrounded by fools and idiots!
Someone will pay for this with their life.
That much just to read it?
If you want to rob me, just use a pistol.
Well, come on, man. I haven't got all day. Three ducats.
You said two. Three.
Va bene.
It says...
love blossoms in the deepest part of his soul.
That she cannot deny the tenderness of their kisses.
And... Huh.
The rest is somewhat more personal in nature.
Just tell me where to meet her? I don't have all day.
Or any appreciation for poetry.
Via della Fortuna. Noon today.
Thank you.
Bittersweets. Milady.
All right. Over here.
Roasted chestnuts.
Oh, signore MacLeod.
A piu tardi, signorina
Fitzcairn.
Amore mio. Cara mia.
I have been counting the moments since I last held you.
Fitz, you are in danger.
Danger? Then my life is in your hands.
For you, I would die a hundred deaths.
A thousand!
Even a thousand.
One should do it.
Whoever you are, this does not concern you.
Ah, but it does. Does it not, Signorina Arianna?
You know him?
My father hired him to keep us apart.
Now, signorina, unless you wish me to take you back to the prince over my knee,
I suggest you rejoin your school of friends.
Excuse me, my dear.
It will take but a moment to dispose of this... fop.
Dressed like that, who are you calling a fop?
Are you going to fight over me?
That depends in how smart your friend is here.
I'm surprised that the prince hired a Scot.
Why? The Gasparis hired an Englishman.
Then there's good Celtic blood running through both our veins.
I shall be sorry to have to kill you.
Oh, don't worry about me.
But this is no sight for the prince's daughter.
Fitzcairn, no!
My orders are to keep her innocence intact.
Leave her alone and we can forget about this.
I'm sorry, but this is a matter of love.
Is it worth your dying?
Is there any better reason?
Halt! Put up your blades!
Dueling is forbidden within the city. Can't you fools read?
Certainly I can read. Who could not...
but an ignorant jackass.
- You're an ugly Englishman. -I said put up your blades.
Any more trouble from you two and you will rot in prison. Understood?
Now be off!
Fitz, let me finish my cake.
And then what, my little chocolate souffle ?
Get out of my way! You see that?
You're impossible.
I say... overdoing it a bit, aren't we, Patrick?
You are going to stay away from her.
Oh, yes? And why should I do that?
Patrick, are you crazy? If you don't,
I'll kill you. Fitz, be careful.
I always am.
This is extremely silly.
You've got nothing to gain. Kill me.
You must love her very much.
Or are you just jealous?
You see, jealousy is just the love of one's self.
Shut up. Have you got the guts to kill me, Patrick?
Have you really got the guts?
Come on.
Now, feels a little bit different from this side, doesn't it, Patrick?
Little boys shouldn't play with dangerous toys, likely to get badly hurt.
Stop!
- What are you doing? - Just making a point.
Oh, I forgot... the one in the chamber.
Get up, you stupid man.
Patrick.
I don't know you.
I know.
But you will.
Don't worry about Patrick. What can he do to you?
It's not my life I'm worried about.
It's... It's my life.
It's always dangerous being the center of someone else's attention.
What's he gonna find out?
Well,
the young fellow I paid to fix my credentials on the school computer...
had to, um, well, he had to leave the country in a hurry.
He never finished.
Well, you know what it's like when you create a new identity.
Records, information, degrees.
You lied to get the job?
One could say that, yes.
Well, one has. What is one gonna do about it?
Ask one's oldest friend for help?
No. Oh.
What is taking you so long? You should have found it by now.
If you left me alone, maybe I would.
Maybe I can help. Check the hallway.
I already have. I've told you the guard makes his rounds every three hours.
He's not due back for another 30 minutes.
What about this one? Don't.
So I was wrong.
Used to be you found a gravestone,
took a dead man's name, forged a few letters and bingo.
Now you have to be a bloody scientist.
That wouldn't be you, would it?
Hey. You hungry?
Got some sausage, olives, bit of cheese.
Will you shut the refrigerator door?
Got it.
Five years at Le Cirque in New York?
Chef at The Connaught in London.
What else do you want? Well,
I did rather enjoy my stay at Number 10 Downing Street.
Why stop with the prime minister? How about the queen?
No. Never cared much for royalty.
What about a U.S. governor or something?
Oh, no, not a governor. Maybe the president.
Brilliant. Yes, chef to Harry Truman.
Truman died 40 years ago, Fitz.
Well, whatever.
Fitz, you got more credentials here than most of the chefs in Paris.
Why do you need more?
Pardon? Fitz.
Well, I told Naomi some things.
You got me to break in here so you could impress your girlfriend?
If you don't want to help, then don't.
Be my guest.
After all, how difficult could it be?
Get up. Let me do it.
My fine friend, Duncan MacLeod.
Hold that. I'll owe you two.
What is this you're eating? I don't know.
I want you to promise me you'll learn to use a computer.
I learned to read, didn't I?
Read me the second line. Why don't you?
My eyes are weak.
It says, "No dueling."
The watch said that.
Are you calling me a liar?
Well, if you're not, read that.
It's nothing more than a grocery list.
I knew it. You cannot read.
This is a note to the girl, you fool.
You've discovered my secret.
I paid the scribe to write it.
Damn thief charged me a ducat.
He charged me two to read it.
Oh, so you cannot read either.
- No. - We are warriors.
What do a few chicken scratches on pieces of paper...
matter to men like us? It matters to me.
Aye, and me. But aren't we forgetting something?
I won't fight you.
I'm Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.
Hugh Fitzcairn of the, uh...
Neither here nor there.
Would you partake to my altar? All this wine gives me gas.
I know. I want you to promise that you'll keep away from the girl though.
You have my word.
I shall not go near the palazzo again.
Good. Let's have some ale.
All we do is use a retrieval program...
to pull up recently erased material.
He must have changed all this tonight.
There.
What did I tell you? The man is a fraud.
I knew it. I have him.
Congratulations.
Fitzcairn here.
And it better be bloody important.
It is to you. I'd start packing my bags.
Who is this? Just a good citizen...
who knows your life here is over.
What are you talking about?
The records are so easy to fake, aren't they?
You know what you are.
Soon, everyone will know, even Naomi.
Who is this?
Oh, no.
Patrick.
Look. Surely we can sit down and discuss this sensibly.
Patrick.
We are civilized people.
Patrick, for God's sake!
Oh, no.
Come on, damn you. Work!
How do I erase this?
Come on, work, just once please.
I promise I'll take night classes.
Fitz, what are you doing?
Patrick called and told me you were here.
Oh, God.
Naomi, I didn't. I swear!
It wouldn't have mattered what he said, what he found out.
You don't understand.
Don't touch me!
Naomi, I didn't kill him. He was already dead!
It's down the hall to the left.
Naomi!
No, monsieur.
- I'm sorry! - Fitz, no!
Go around the back! I got the rear!
I got the front.
Check this out. That's me, leaning into the turn.
It's not bad. For an amateur.
Third at Long Beach isn't exactly the Grand Prix, but I'm gonna get better.
Is that why you're here? Trials start in a couple weeks, Mac.
I'm gonna be there.
So are the newspapers and the TV crews.
Racing's a pretty public life, Richie.
I've got no history to hide. Mac, I can race for five, maybe 10 years,
before anybody begins to notice anything.
This has got nothing to do with my immortality. It's real life.
I have a shot at being the best at something.
I guess you'd better go for it.
You expecting someone?
Come in.
Shouldn't you be chopping carrots or something?
I am up to my ears in it, laddie.
The guy with the gun again?
Much worse, the police.
Yeah, so? What's new?
My people said you would fail, and you did.
Sire, I do not understand.
My daughter, you idiot. She has been with an Englishman.
He came here?
No, she's gone to him.
You were supposed to kill Gaspari's foreign dog.
Find her!
Bring her home.
And bring me the swine who dared to spoil her.
Gaspari will pay for this...
if I have to kill each one of his son's myself.
Where is she? How should I know?
There's no one here but me.
Must be the cat.
Oh, no. Hello.
You gave me your word! And I kept it!
I never went to the palace. She came to me.
You didn't turn her away. The prince's daughter? How could I?
Because you're Gaspari's man. There will be war over this and men will die...
because you couldn't keep your pecker in your pants.
Oh, excuse us.
I should be held responsible for the foolish things some men will fight over?
Damn it, you had to take her innocence?
There was none to take.
What are you saying? What do you think, MacLeod?
I am old enough to know a virgin when I meet one.
That's impossible. She's been under guard half her life.
Yes, by fair-haired young men the prince thought he could trust.
She even showed me a thing or two. Really?
Yes. Do you know she can... Don't!
I'm sorry, MacLeod, but your...
your job was finished before it began.
Not yet it's not.
Halt!
There is no need. I have the girl. I will take her home.
I'm afraid not.
You are dismissed. You, come with me.
I will have to hear that from the prince himself.
I have no objection. What's the worse they could do?
Take your lying English head back to the prince as he ordered.
Surely, you're overreacting. You have your orders.
Wait!
This man has brought dishonor on the prince's house.
He's taken advantage of an innocent flower.
But she already...
He's stained my honor as well.
I demand my right for retribution.
I'll stay to see he dies.
No, let me go! Fitzcairn!
Fight me, man.
I have a plan. Fight me in earnest.
I am, you fool. When do we run?
We don't. Some plan.
You may tell the prince the seducer is dead.
My orders are clear. The prince wants his head.
He fought like a man and he died like one.
I'll not have his head paraded around on a pike.
You take his head, I will take yours.
Oh, why do I bother?
I wouldn't worry. It's all there.
No thanks to you.
That was a rotten trick.
Ah, quit you're whining.
It was still a rotten trick.
Where's your head?
I'm surprised you didn't take it while I was down.
It occurred to me, but I have better things to do.
Like what? Learning to read and write.
They don't pay us to read.
They don't pay us to be stupid either.
There's more to this reading and writing than meets the eye.
- Then we'll do it together. - You can't be serious.
Well, we can't stay here. Besides, you need someone...
to keep you out of trouble.
You? Why not me?
The police think that I murdered him.
And Naomi does too.
My life here is finished.
I'm sorry. Tell me about the call.
It was just a voice,
telling me that they knew that I was a fraud.
What did it sound like? What does it matter?
It might.
It was cold, raspy like gravel.
He's here. Who?
Kalas.
Is he one of us?
He's setting you up. Why me?
I don't even know him. No, but you know me.
It's good enough for Kalas.
We better get outta here.
Mm. No, out the back.
You can get into the river from there.
Meet me, uh, in the tunnels under the bastille.
Jacques, you come with me.
Here. 19th-century meerschaum.
Doesn't do well in water. Spoils the color.
Open up, MacLeod. It's the police.
Will you get outta here? Look after it.
Open up!
Richie.
Yeah, I'm coming.
Where is he?
Who?
Search all you want, Inspector. It's a very small barge.
Fitzcairn has other friends. What makes you so certain he'd come here?
We have informants.
He's not outside, Inspector.
I'm sorry. I can't let you go, Mr. MacLeod.
Well, either arrest me, Inspector, or get out of my way.
Richie, uh, make sure the inspector gets all the help she needs.
Sure.
Well, looks like it's going to be a very long day, Inspector.
Oh, tell you what. Wanna see my race at Long Beach?
I did quite well actually. I came in third. Come on. Have a seat.
Yeah. Croissant for you?
You swim well.
I almost lost you a mile back.
Kalas.
You know me? I suppose I should be flattered.
You have taken away the best life I ever had.
If you think I'm going to leave it there,
you are mistaken.
Oh, I do hope not.
Fitzcairn! It's my fight, laddie.
Go to hell.
Fitzcairn!
No!
Why couldn't you just come for me, Kalas?
You had to do this.
You find me at a disadvantage, MacLeod.
I'm, uh, not at my best.
Well, take your time. I'm not going anywhere.
No,
but I am... for now.
I'm sorry.
I wish I'd known him better.
Fitz was a real pain in the ass.
I'm gonna miss him.
And what about Kalas?
Him I'll find.
Richie!
I didn't know you were in town.
Hey, Maurice. I just got in.
Uh, I brought this when you were gone. I set...
Wonderful! Friends together again.
It will be just like old times, no?
No.
Here we are
We're the princes of the universe
Here we belong fighting for survival
We've got 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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