Last week on Highlander.
Jim Coltec? I can't believe it. Are you in town?
Mac, if I was in town, I'd be at your place with my feet up watching golf.
Coltec's ahayoka. His job was protecting his tribe from evil...
by absorbing it before it got to them.
You must be Jim Coltec. I'm Richie Ryan, friend of Mac's.
- What's wrong with you, man? -The guy got you out there and he tried to whack you.
It doesn't make sense. Jim Coltec's a holy man.
- What do you know about Dark Quickenings? - You're reaching, MacLeod.
Somebody mind filling me in here, please?
In a Dark Quickening, if you take in too much evil, you overload.
You fought Coltec, and you did what you had to do.
- But I know how much you hated it. - You're wrong. I loved it.
Don't you get it? This is not MacLeod.
Not the one we know.
- Hey, you wanna know where the hell we're goin'? - No.
Listen up. Smith.
Harris. Yeah.
Johnson. Right here.
Frackberg. Yeah.
Lonnie. Where's my gear, Davis?
Take it. Get the hell off my ship.
You're forgettin' somethin'. My pay.
Your pay's been docked for the damage and the trouble you've caused on this trip.
You owe me. You've got no friends here, MacLeod.
Now get the hell off before someone gets hurt.
Get movin'! It's too late for that.
You think this is over, Davis?
I'm not finished with you yet.
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
Sean Burns.
Hello?
Hello? Who is this?
Sean. It's Duncan.
Duncan? For the love of God. Are you in town?
You called me at a lousy time. I'm due in Paris tomorrow.
I have a damn conference to attend.
Sean?
This way.
Easy with him. Easy.
It'll be all right, Henri.
You're in good hands.
Duncan, Duncan over here.
Thanks. Get away! Get away!
Back!
Back, all of you! You filthy German pigs!
I'll kill this one too, so help me God, and he won't be the first!
Easy, son. Put the knife down. No one wants to hurt you.
No. I'm going to kill him!
Move away. Do as he says.
Put the knife down. You don't wanna hurt anyone.
No. I'm going to kill him.
I've killed others. So many others.
I'm glad you're here. The boy snapped.
- Hello, Antoine. - Stay back!
Why should I stay back?
Antoine, we're late.
You know how angry Mama gets if dinner gets cold.
Father?
It's me. How are you, son?
But where's the front?
I told you, if you needed me, I'll come.
I remember when you went to war, how brave you looked in your uniform.
No one was braver. We were so proud, Antoine.
But the battle is over. You can stop fighting now.
But the guns...
The guns won't stop.
They can't hurt you.
Remember the time near the bridge?
We were fishing. Remember the thunder, Antoine?
Remember the rhyme we made up?
Who's afraid of thunder?
It's just a lot of noise.
Now, listen, Antoine. You hear that?
It's stopped. It's quiet now.
It's time to come home, son.
Duncan, is everything all right?
No.
- It can wait. - Like hell. Where are you?
I'll come to you tomorrow.
There's something I have to take care of first.
I'll be here.
Well, well, Davis. I told you it was time to pay, didn't I? What do we got here?
Uh... Oh. She's nice.
Is this wifey?
Well, we'll just have to see, won't we?
He's still in La Havre.
Stay on his tail and let me know where he goes.
And stay the hell out of his way.
He's dangerous. No problem.
- Hello. Mrs. Davis? - Yes?
Um, my name is Duncan MacLeod. Your husband sent me.
Is something wrong? Uh, no.
There was just a little problem on the ship.
He asked me to bring his bag home for him.
- He said he probably wouldn't be home till very late. - What kind of problem?
Something with one of the men.
Oh. I'm sorry.
I-I picked these up on the way.
I thought you might like 'em.
Thank you.
I know what it's like to be disappointed, so...
That's very thoughtful.
Well, uh, I guess I'd better be going.
No, please, come in. Come in.
No, I couldn't. I... Come in.
Yes. Come out of the cold. Come.
Can I get you something?
A drink?
Maybe something to eat? Oh, that's not necessary.
You have come all this way to drop off Robert's things.
Why don't you just stay for dinner?
If Robert were here, I'm sure he'd insist.
Okay, I'd like that very much. I haven't had a home-cooked meal in weeks.
Well, could I wash up a little bit first? Of course.
It's just to your right, Mr. Duncan. Uh, Mr. McClaren.
- MacLeod.
Mr. MacLeod.
Through here? You can call me Duncan.
Duncan.
To the right? Okay. Right. There.
Hi.
This sure is good.
I haven't laughed like this in months.
More wine? No.
Maybe a little.
He's away a lot, isn't he?
Yes.
- I have to go. - No. Why?
- I can't do this. - What?
Your husband's a fool.
There was no trouble on the ship. He asked me to come here to lie to you.
Why?
I saw him go off with somebody else.
- No. - I saw them.
I'm sorry.
Are you sure?
Dominique, Robert told me to come here tonight...
to tell you that you'd be spending the night alone.
Oh. More wine?
Yes.
You were pretty good.
I think I'll come back tonight.
Well.
Eeney, meeney, miney, moe.
Thanks, Davis.
Fits like a glove.
Hmm. Could do one of these too.
Go, please. Go. I shouldn't have done this.
Oh, I think we should do this again.
Dominique! Please, the back stairs.
You must leave. Not yet. In here, Robert.
No, please, don't!
Don't! Dominique!
Robert, you're just in time. Take a chair and watch. No!
- That's my wife. - I told you it wasn't over.
Get out! Get out, or I swear I'll kill you!
Leaving's no problem.
But killing me, that's not as easy as it looks.
Oh, it's time to play.
Let him go!
Well, well, Dominique.
What are we gonna do now?
Shoot him!
Please, don't.
Stay back.
You know what it's like to kill, Dominique?
To watch the eyes cloud over and see the life leaking away?
To feel the skin grow cold?
And at night,
the nightmares come, wearing the face of the one you killed.
Is that what you want?
Bastard!
Come back here! I'll kill you!
- Get in! - I'll kill you, you bastard!
What do you want, a written invitation?
Come back here!
Good morning.
Feeling any better?
What do you think?
I think maybe you got what you deserved.
You and your Watcher friends.
Dawson's becoming a real pain in the ass.
- Yes, well, I'll pass that along the line. - You do that!
MacLeod, you need help.
I don't need your help, my son.
Have you tried looking in a mirror recently?
Yes, and I like what I saw.
Duncan, I know what happened.
First, Coltec. Now, you.
This is a Dark Quickening. This is not who you are.
No? Then maybe it's who I should be.
What you see is what you get.
You can fight this.
I can help you if you let me. Yeah, and why would you wanna do that?
Because of who you are.
You're too important to lose!
I'm not lost.
MacLeod...
this could be your last chance to be saved.
There's just one problem.
I don't wanna be saved.
You can't do this. No?
This is holy ground! Whatever evil is inside you,
you cannot do this.
Yes! Oh, yes.
Look at that. I want this car!
-Hey, lover boy. I want this car.
- You wish. - But I want it.
It's a fine piece of German engineering.
It's my favorite color... red!
And it's got all the modern accessories.
I take.
-Leave her alone! - Easy, baby. Easy. I won't hurt you.
No! Get off!
Now, why don't you come with me?
Leave me alone! Okay.
Pity.
MacLeod, what are you doing?
Hope you're insured.
Joe, he's worse than I thought.
Maybe you should just stay away. He will kill you if he can.
I'm tougher than I look.
Adam. How are you?
What brings you to Le Havre? I've gotta find Duncan MacLeod.
Claude, I know this is irregular.
I'm trying to find out where he might be going. What do you care?
You're a researcher working on the Methos chronicle.
You're not supposed to be in the field. Dawson sent me.
It-It's a special case with MacLeod.
It's a Dark Quickening. We can't let him out of our sight.
He called Sean Burns. He might go there.
Duncan, how are you?
It's been too long.
I called Paris, canceled all my appointments until further notice.
Appointments I can always get. Good friends are a little harder to come by.
You look like hell.
What is it?
Maybe this isn't a good idea. Duncan,
if there's a problem, whatever it is I'm here.
I know.
It's beautiful here.
You could almost forget the war.
Except for the poor devils I'm getting.
They're calling it "the war to end all wars."
Do you believe that?
Wish I could.
Too many wars.
Too many broken bodies.
Shattered minds.
That boy, Antoine, you got inside his head.
How did you know what he wanted to hear?
Partly common sense, partly Sigmund Freud.
Psychoanalysis... trying to understand how the mind works?
And heal it. Well, I know the body heals,
but to heal the mind, to heal the damage inside, you think that's possible?
Sigmund Freud does.
Brilliant mind, disgusting cigars.
You're doing good work here, Sean.
You could stay on. I could use the help.
No.
The guns keep firing.
The bodies keep falling.
But I'll remember this place... the peace.
Something to hold on to.
It doesn't take a psychoanalyst to see that something's bothering you.
Psychotherapy?
Can it work for Immortals?
I suppose. But we're so much more complex than mortals.
Upon our page, so much more is written.
But our core is similar. We're formed by the same experiences.
But they don't kill to survive.
No, they don't.
And what about Quickenings?
If we had... one too many...
Could the evil overwhelm the good?
I spent years thinking about it. The truth is...
I don't know.
I do.
I see.
And when it happens...
which one is real,
the Immortal you are or the one you've become?
I could fight you, Duncan, but you're better.
I know it, and so do you.
But you're here because you want me to help you.
Now, I can't do that without my head.
That's too bad.
MacLeod, no! Don't do it!
You can't interfere!
Now, Duncan, it's not too late.
What you were, what you love, it's still waiting for you.
There's nothing waiting for me.
- Don't do this, MacLeod. -Those aren't your memories, Duncan.
The hate doesn't belong to you. The voices aren't yours.
Don't listen to them.
You're lost in there, but I can help you.
I can lead you back.
Your core is still good.
You are still Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
Now, come.
Not anymore.
No!
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I can't save you.
I've known a lot of us in 5,000 years, MacLeod.
Of them all, you were the best I'd seen.
I still am.
No, you're not.
And I think I have to kill you.
Then I hope you like what you see.
Because you kill me, you become me.
You become what I am. Maybe not.
Maybe there's more room inside me.
You'll kill, Methos. You'll do exactly what I did.
You'll kill a friend, a lover.
You will go mad.
Do you know what evil is?
Dark, soulless evil.
Imagine it. Live it!
- You're deluded. - What you see is what you get.
I hope your sword is ready for me.
- Well, we'll see.
Go ahead. Take my head.
Kill me.
Go on.
Fool!
I'm too old for this.
Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing.
Nothing! Nothing!
Nothing.
Are you all right?
Duncan?
Are you sure you're all right?
They're all so young.
They always are. But look at them.
Duncan, you didn't take away that man's eyes, or his legs.
You're spending the war trying to save them.
I'm doin' a great job, aren't I?
Is that Scottish guilt I sense?
What, are we going back to my childhood again? Is it Jung or Freud this time?
It's Sean Burns.
You were brought up...
to lead and protect a clan.
You feel guilt because you're whole...
because you'll survive.
I always survive.
I'll send you the bill.
How do I stop it?
Duncan...
it's not an illness.
It's... who you are, who you'll always be.
It's something I admire.
Terence?
What have I become?
Everything I was is gone!
People I loved, things I cared about...
I killed a friend.
I can't exist like this.
Help me.
If you can't help me,
stop me.
I was hoping I'd find you here. Leave me alone.
With God, or with your demons?
Look at me.
See me as I am, not as I was.
Or as you want me to be.
I will kill you. You might.
I don't want to.
And that is your salvation. There is no salvation for me!
Why? Because you're alone?
Because it's just you against all that evil?
You're not alone, not out here.
And not in there.
Why are you in a church, MacLeod? Why did you come?
Because Sean Burns is with you.
His goodness... is a part of you.
Feel him.
Take his strength and yours and come with me.
It might be better if I kept that.
Right. We're here.
There's a... holy spring here.
It's been lost since the seventh century.
Nobody seems to know about it.
There are indeed those who say it's magic.
- I can't do this. - Fight it.
Fight it like you have fought every other evil thing in your life,
'cause that is what you're up against.
Remember who you are. Remember this.
It belongs in your hand.
Take it.
Take it, I say!
Here's Duncan!
Yes, it's me.
But this time,
I'm here to stay.
Oh, that must hurt.
Give up. We're one. Inseparable.
You can't kill what you've become.
Give up, Dunkie.
Thank you.
Ahh. Blood on there again.
Sean.
I'm sorry.
For what? It wasn't you who killed me.
Fight him, MacLeod. Defeat him. I can't!
There is more that is noble in you than there is evil in all those you've destroyed.
Summon all you are, all you've been,
all who've loved you.
Come on, Dunkie. You know you've already lost.
Kill me, you kill yourself.
It'll be the end of everything.
Just you. Just you.
Ah, suit yourself.
You can't drive me out. I know your thoughts.
Then you know who I am.
You're nothing.
No! I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
MacLeod?
It's over.
Then I think this is yours.
Yeah. Yeah.
Here.
I'm warning you. I trashed the place.
The place is a mess.
I haven't been myself lately.
You know, I hadn't noticed.
Rachel?
I hope you don't mind. I was just picking up
Uh, no.
What are you doing here?
A friend said you were in trouble and that you needed a sword.
So I gave it to him. He's a convincing lad.
He's a persistent one too.
And then I started thinking, when I was in danger...
and the MacLeod Clan needed you,
you helped us.
I thought it was my turn.
You are in trouble, aren't you?
Uh, not anymore.
I guess I can go then. Well, n-n... You...
Or I can stay, if you like.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Listen, I'd love to stay and chat, but I've left Alexa in Athens.
Just leaving. Yeah. Thanks.
You kids be good.
Um, Adam? Um, look.
Look, um... Hey.
It's no big deal.
Good friend you have there.
Yeah, one of the best.
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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