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
Ah, MacLeod.
MacLeod.
What would give me the final edge,
the power I need to finally defeat you?
Methos.
He left the club. I'm gonna follow him.
There he goes. I'll call you back.
Looking for me?
Electricity.
Such a wonderful discovery, Roger.
It doesn't care where it goes or what it goes through.
It just takes the path of least resistance.
So why were you following me?
I wasn't! Why won't you believe me?
Long experience.
So what do you say, Roger?
Ahh! All right. All right.
I was... I was going to rob you.
- Try again!
- Why were you following me?
I think it's going to be a very long night.
I-I-I'm your Watcher.
My Watcher.
And that's supposed to mean something to me?
Immortals. We know what you are.
We've been observing you for centuries.
Tell me, do you watch all of us?
I... I think so.
Did you watch Fitzcairn?
Yes. And MacLeod?
Yes.
Methos?
But we never interfere.
Tell me more, Roger.
Tell me everything.
Hello. MacLeod. Mac.
Joe Dawson. Hey, Joe.
- What's up? - You got trouble.
How come you never call me with good news?
One of our guys, he hasn't been seen or heard from in a couple of days.
And? Well, he spotted Kalas in Paris.
I think the son of a bitch is tracking you.
I know he is.
I've been out looking for him. He found Fitzcairn.
Damn. What happened? Kalas was better.
Yeah.
You said one of your guys spotted him. Where?
Coming out of a little jazz club in Saint-Germain... Nosferatu.
Okay. Thanks. MacLeod.
Watch yourself, my friend.
I always do.
You didn't finish your run, Philipe. Why?
Basil forced me off the track.
Two years ago, it would never have happened.
You know, Philipe, even champions retire.
Give me a gold watch? Forget it.
It's not gonna happen.
Hey, don't worry, man. We'll get him next time.
Go. Mr. Saracen.
No visitors in the pits.
I'm a rider. Uh, Richie Ryan.
Let me guess. You want to join my team.
Well, I got my international papers...
and I nailed third place at Long Beach.
Very impressive, but this isn't Long beach.
Hey, man. It was an accident. No hard feelings?
Saracen's losing it. He thinks I should retire.
- So? - I was wondering if you would talk to him.
Why would I do that?
Because I'm your friend.
Because I taught you everything you know about racing.
Without me, you would be nothing!
I could get you arrested for that.
You could... or you could have me ride for you.
Hey, get off my bike!
It's not yours anymore, Philipe.
You should have taken the watch.
It's your bike now.
His name is Kalas.
Somebody saw him here the other night.
Never heard of him. Well, you couldn't exactly miss him.
He has an unusual voice. Something happened to his throat.
Sorry.
Tell me
Have you seen
The shadows of a dream
They gather round
To swallow
Round you
When it happened to me
I only chose
To see
That I was with him in his arms
And he seemed
So in love
With me
Heart, come back
I won't...
You look wonderful. I'm so nervous.
He'd probably feel the same way about meeting you.
Sure he would. "Antonio Neri, the world's greatest tenor,
"I would like you to meet Maria Campolo.
She sings a little."
Maria, you have a great gift.
Don't underestimate it.
Antonio Neri's Paris debut,
and my date's the best-looking man here.
I'm flattered,
but I wouldn't exactly call it a date.
I know. My uncle asked you to take me.
But I can pretend, can't I?
Buenas dias. Picasso.¿¿Que tal?
You know Picasso? We've met.
I wonder where he is. Oh, he'll be the one surrounded by women.
Just listen to the sound of clanking jewelry.
Bravo! Splendid!
Marvelous!
That was quite lovely.
Welcome to my home, Duncan MacLeod.
I am glad you are here. Are you?
My friend, the past is gone, forgotten.
We all change over the years. I know I have.
Forgive me. I'm Antonio Neri.
Miss Maria Campolo.
They said you were greater than Caruso. They were right.
And you have the voice of an angel.
You two know each other?
Duncan MacLeod knows everybody.
Your friend did me a great favor once.
I used to lead a very cloistered life,
but he advised me otherwise.
It doesn't seem to have hurt you much.
On the contrary. I owe my success to you.
- I believe it's getting late. - But we just got here.
Oh, I hope you won't leave without dancing with me.
I'd love to.
Let me guess. I know you can't be his daughter.
Of course not. We're close friends.
And perhaps more than just friends?
Really, Mr. Neri.
Please. We're all adults here.
And after all,
this is 1920.
You do not know what you have done.
But you will.
Enchant?.
Maria, we really must be leaving.
He's setting up an audition for me...
with the director of the Paris Opera.
Pardon me? He's having a dinner party for me on Friday.
I don't think you'll be available. Why?
You must get ready. For what?
Your surprise. Duncan, what are you talking about?
You can't just sing at the Paris Opera.
You have to study, build a repertoire, learn languages.
You're going to New York. I'm going to New York?
To study at the Metropolitan Opera.
Me at the Met? Yes. Your ship sails on Tuesday.
I'll send your regrets to Mr. Neri.
You can't fool me, Duncan MacLeod.
I know why you're doing this.
You're jealous.
Desperately.
Then you'll see
Beautiful, darling. That was good. Let's go.
I haven't heard that in a long time.
Stick around. We play it every night. The owner's got this thing about it.
-Really? - Mm-hmm.
What's the owner's name?
Uh, sorry. I gotta go.
Maybe you could answer the question.
Now, where can I find your boss?
Bar's closed. Really?
I said the bar's closed!
This could last hours.
Shakespeare and company.
Put it on my tab.
No, no. I'm sure I've never heard of him.
But books... books, I do know.
Ah. That is my prize.
An original of Poe,
signed by the author himself.
Fascinating, but it's not what I'm looking for, Mr. Salzer.
You are!
I... I think you've made a mistake.
Uh, please, put it back.
That's not what Roger said.
You remember Roger, don't you?
Don't! Look, it's priceless!
Look! I don't know what you're talking about!
Let me refresh your memory.
I'm an Immortal. You're a Watcher.
I've heard you know things about us.
No. All of us!
No, no! I swear!
It's not nice to lie to people.
I'm looking for a particular old powerful Immortal.
His name is Methos.
I see you've heard of him. Speak...
or you'll never speak again!
Hello?
Hello.
I'm Duncan MacLeod. Who did this to you?
"M." MacLeod. That's right.
- What? What is it?
"E"? Is that an "E"?
Will you check her out before tomorrow? Yeah.
Okay. Great. Thanks. You should have been in third on turn four.
Maybe you take it that way.
I am Basil Dornin... Saracen's number one.
Welcome to the team. Thanks. Richie Ryan. Nice to meet you.
And this is Terri.
Hi, Terri. Hi.
Let's have a drink with the ladies.
I'm sure she has a friend who's dying to meet you.
All right. Let's go.
Long live the king!
Still here, Philipe?
You did this.
You forced me off the road and then you trashed me to Saracen!
You! You couldn't move over fast enough.
There was nowhere else to go!
Hey. Why don't you just chill out?
- Heh. You don't wanna do this. - What?
Leave him alone! Hey, why don't you leave him alone?
- Joe's. - All right, Joe. It's me.
MacLeod. Yeah. I've got some news.
- It's about your missing Watcher. - He turned up a few hours ago.
The police fished him out of the Seine.
MacLeod, did you hear me? Yeah, I heard you.
That means Kalas has killed another one of your people.
No. Yeah. In the American bookstore.
Don Salzer. Oh, boy.
What is it? He's not a field guy.
He's a historian. He'd have no reason to be near Kalas.
Before Salzer died, he was trying to write something.
They were the letters "M-E." What could they mean?
This is no good. I'm gonna have to make some calls.
Joe!
Salzer, he's been working on the Methos chronicle.
If Kalas was to find that, find Methos...
Oh, come on, Joe. Methos doesn't exist.
The oldest Immortal? He's a legend.
He's like... well, like Adam and Eve.
Oh, no. He exists all right. You telling me you've seen him?
Me? No. He's very elusive.
Have to be to live that long.
Imagine an Immortal so old that he doesn't remember the time of his birth.
If Kalas found him and took his head,
he'd be even stronger.
That means we're gonna have to find him first.
We've got a guy at the university there. Adam Pierson.
He's been our top Methos scholar for about 10 years.
He knows as much about Methos as anybody.
I'll, uh, let him know you're coming.
Okay.
Try and look happy, mate.
You just made the bloody Saracen team.
I'm okay.
Is it Philipe? Is that what's eating you?
Hey. He can't cut it anymore.
That's just the way it is. Everybody gets old.
Somebody's out on the track.
It's Philipe. What the hell's he doing?
I guess the man thinks he's got something to prove.
Slow down!
- Oh! Is he okay?
- I'll go get the ambulance. -Oh, no. My God!
He's dead.
What did you tell him?
The bookstore. That's all. I swear.
Who was that guy?
Get back to your work.
Yes, sir.
I wanted to thank you in person for your kind offer.
But I am leaving Paris. Your presence here is all the thanks I need.
I'm going to New York tomorrow to study at the Met.
Those big houses can be so dreary.
They need beauty like yours to make them shine.
I'm sure you know hundreds of beautiful women.
Mm. But they don't interest me.
You do.
I really should go.
I never like Caruso's way with that piece.
He's dying in New York now, you know?
Some people say he was poisoned.
Mr. Neri, what would people think?
That you were too young, too beautiful,
too tragic.
You think I want to seduce you.
I'd love to oblige,
but truthfully, I have other priorities.
Your lover, MacLeod, took everything away from me.
- Duncan.
Duncan.
She's not part of this.
She's yours.
Nothing changes, MacLeod... ever.
Then come and die.
Maria. Maria, he's gone. Everything's all right.
Adam? Adam Pierson?
You Adam Pierson?
Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
Have a beer.
Mi casa es su casa.
Methos?
Adam Pierson here.
You can leave your message after the beep.
Pierson, this is Joe Dawson.
You get back to me as soon as you can.
We've got major problems.
Five thousand years.
Give or take.
That was when I took my first head, remember?
Before that, it all starts to blur.
Well, I guess it would.
So have you, uh...
Made any sense of it? Found any purpose?
What, you read minds too? No.
It's what I'd ask if I'd just met me.
I just didn't think you existed.
Well, it's good to be a myth.
Yeah. No one hunts for a myth...
or a Watcher.
What better place to hide?
I'm in charge of finding myself. I make sure it never happens.
Even got a few entries on you in my journal.
You keep a diary? Been keeping it almost since writing began.
That would make a hell of a read.
You could say that.
How many people have stood on the same stage with Julius Caesar and the Rolling Stones?
So you know about Kalas?
Yeah. He killed a good friend.
Yeah. Now he'll be coming for Adam Pierson.
Do you think I'd still be around if I was an easy mark?
When was the last time you faced anyone?
Ooh. Uh, what are we?
Sixth of March. Uh... 200 years.
Oh, that's good.
Hey, I may be a bit rusty, but I'm still here.
Well, let's keep it that way. I'll stay close.
You cannot fight my battles for me, MacLeod.
Lionel Stetski completes his trial lap. 1'04.35.
That end the time trials for the German team.
Now final time trials for the Saracen team,
led by Dornin and Ryan.
Dornin and Ryan finish one, two for the Saracen team.
Dornin at 1'02.33.
Ryan at 1'02.39.
That ends time trials for the day.
Hell of a run.
You were really flying out there today. Thanks.
Richie. Yeah.
N-Never mind. Hey. If you got something to say, just say it.
You were very tired on that last turn.
The inside line is pretty unstable.
That's funny. I was talking to Saracen... Saracen's not a racer.
Just offering some friendly advice.
Thank you. No problem.
We're on the same team, right?
Yeah.
So you're the famous Adam Pierson?
At the moment.
I was in your house.
Found a diary there.
Pity I couldn't read the hieroglyphics,
but the Ancient Greek was most enlightening.
You should've been there.
You've been out of the game too long.
Methos. Kalas found you?
Is he dead?
No.
Why?
Because there can be only one.
What are you waiting for, MacLeod?
No!
-I'd have killed you. -No, you would've made a mistake and then let me take your head.
You think I want to die?
Do you think it's easy after thousands of years?
Then why?
Because if you don't kill me, Kalas will.
Not unless I get him first. And if you don't?
I cannot beat him. I have tried.
He will take my head and then he will have the strength to take yours.
So after 5,000 years, your only solution is that I kill you?
He can beat me. He might beat you.
He can't beat both of us.
If it's that simple, why don't you take my head?
Because it's not just a matter of who's the best fighter.
It is about passion and hate.
I don't have the fire.
You do.
You want Kalas.
Live, Highlander.
Grow stronger.
Fight another day.
You're headin' out toward the risin' sun
Keep movin' and you don't slow down
Your ears are ringin' with the sound of thunder
The heat is risin' and you're feelin' under
Meet your maker
It's a dyin' shame
-Just a new face
- Without a name
Racin' to the devil
Oh! Solveck is down! -Racin' to the devil
Ryan and Dornin are one, two.
The Saracen team is taking it away.
He's just a man livin' up to his name
He's just another number in the killing game
Racin' to the devil
Ryan is down.
It looks like Dornin...
is going to take the race for the Saracen team.
Good work. And good job.
Good, good.
You okay? Yeah.
Up in the corner like that. What the hell were you thinking?
I made a mistake. You made a mistake?
You only get one!
Consolation prize?
Ah, too bad, Richie.
You are that close.
It's a grown-up game were in.
You're only as good as your last win.
You set me up.
Like you Americans say,
if you can't take the heat...
Welcome home, Methos.
Hello, Kalas.
Where's Methos?
It doesn't matter anymore, does it?
You were after him all along.
Now I'm after you!
I'll get Methos when I get you.
Ah. It's a bitter taste, isn't it, Kalas?
Fear.
You're losing your touch, Kalas.
- Some other time, MacLeod. - Well, make it soon.
Don't move! Mr. Kalas,
you're under arrest for the murder of Donald Salzer.
You have no proof of that.
Wrong. That's the man, Inspector.
Why?
Because I didn't know if you could beat him.
It's a chance I couldn't take.
Remember, Highlander. Live, grow stronger, fight another day.
You're telling me that Adam Pierson is Methos?
I think it was his little joke on you.
"Adam"... the first man.
What better way to steer clear of other Immortals.
He's been right there all along. I can't believe I missed it.
- There's no way you could've known. - You hang tight, MacLeod.
I'm gonna be on the next plane. Joe, don't bother.
He's gone, and all your chronicles went with him.
He's gonna be hard to find.
What about Kalas? Out of reach.
He's in jail, at least for now.
But I can wait.
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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