She loved Greece... Santorini especially.
Well, she would never have seen it if you hadn't taken her.
I think she might've liked to have been buried there, but...
I didn't want her to be so far away.
Come on. I'll drive you home.
You know, I knew Alexa was dying.
Every moment we were together, everywhere we went, I knew.
And yet,
when she finally closed her eyes,
I was surprised.
You know, the Navajo have a saying.
"The spirit lives as long as someone who lives remembers you."
Aren't you a little young to be so smart?
MacLeod. Just looking.
I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
Leave me alone.
Stay away from me!
Cochrane?
For Charlie!
Bastard!
Die, ya bastards! Come on!
Cochrane?
Help! Help! Somebody's trying to kill me!
Warren!
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
I don't understand. It was as if he didn't know who I was,
who he was or what was going on.
You should be more paranoid. What are you talking about?
Hey, look. Cochrane runs out screaming bloody murder.
How do you react? You're confused, you're off-balance, distracted.
Maybe that's what he wants. You don't trust anybody, do you?
I find it safer not to make a habit of it. No.
Present company excepted, of course. Look. He was my friend.
Yeah,was.
If he wanted to face me, one of us would be dead.
Warren Cochrane never walked away from a fight in his life.
Did you see the Claymans, eh?
Father and son taking on the free English...
like two fiends, two glorious fiends.
Aye, I saw them fight... and I saw them die.
Aye, but it was a glorious death, Duncan.
You know, sometimes I think I would...
I'd give up my immortality to have a son.
Look at them. Look at the men.
I mean, look at them. They're ready for anything.
Aye. If bravery was all we needed,
then England would be ours by now.
She will be. She will be.
And Bonnie Prince Charlie her head, eh?
Aren't we content with Scotland if our luck holds?
Luck. What's that got to do with it?
I mean, what could stop us?
A well-trained English army.
I hear the prince wants to attack Darby.
Does he? Aye.
Oh, that's our Charlie. Right down the English throat. It's bloody brilliant!
Is it?
First Edinburgh, then Prestonpans.
Darby won't be a stroll in the heather. It's too much too soon.
Trust your prince.
Do you know, when we're done,
Charlie will sit on the royal throne of Scotland,
the one true king.
And us at his side, eh?
I'll drink to that.
To victory, to Scotland.
To Charlie.
To Charlie!
To Charlie! To Charlie!
All I'm saying is don't take anything for granted.
You! This is the police! Stay where you are!
Leave.
Excuse me, sir. Yeah?
Inspector Don.
Are you Duncan MacLeod? Yes, I am.
Can you tell me where you've been the last few hours?
Why? Is there a problem? We have a man who swears you attacked him with a sword.
What would I be doing with a sword?
Would you mind coming with me? No.
Please. I wouldn't.
The guy's got no I.D., no idea who he is.
I think he's a little confused.
Uh, well, maybe I can identify him anyway.
Inspector. Thanks.
Mm. Did you send for his wife?
Yes, sir.
The missing persons match came through while I was out.
His wife should be on her way down.
Looks like you can go home.
Well, maybe I could talk to him. I might be able to help.
Sit there.
Then you know Mr. Goddard?
Mr. Warren Goddard?
Yeah, we're old friends. But you didn't see him this morning?
Well, as you said, he must've been a little confused.
That's him!
That's the man!
Mr. Goddard, this man says he's your friend.
I don't know him.
And I don't know any Goddard.
Warren, listen. Listen to me. Think.
Think Helensburgh, near Dumbarton, where you were born.
That little inn by the Clyde...
where the mistress of the house served you blueberries in clotted cream...
and you drank that disgusting dark rum that you liked.
And her daughter served you something better.
Mr. Goddard, you know this man.
No! No!
I don't know him! You do know me. We were the best of friends.
Ahh. The English bastards know we're coming.
Not these ones. Cochrane saw to that.
And now he's dead, before the battle's even joined.
Aye, but he died fightin' like a man.
Fightin' for his prince and his country.
We'll do no less tomorrow.
Take them, meet the others. I've a friend to see.
Go.
No, no. Warren, it's me.
Did I get them? Did I get them? Did I get them? Bastards!
There was 30 of them. Aye, you got them.
Waitin' for us.
He died well. It was English trickery cost us this battle.
Trickery be damned. We're outflanked, outmaneuvered.
We weren't ready for them. What are you saying?
Do you blame Charlie for losing?
I'm with Charlie to the death, but I see what I see.
Open your eyes, man.
He may be the one true prince that a man of Scotland needs to believe in,
but he's not the man to lead us in war.
You disloyal bastard!
No man on earth can call me that.
Duncan, forgive me, eh? You're my best friend.
It's just that being stuck by that English pig must've done it.
Forget I said it, eh? Aye.
This time.
Come on.
The boys need every arm for the fight.
They saw you dead, a blade through your heart.
You know what that means. You have to leave.
B-But I've lived for this.
This is our moment, MacLeod.
The prince is ready. The men are ready. The enemy's waiting.
The glory time's here!
Aye, and we'll give them our best.
But you'll not be there.
Then you have to fight for us both.
Be strong... for me...
and for Charlie.
For all of us.
Bring us glory on Culloden Moor, MacLeod.
You will not lose.
You cannot lose!
Is there anything you can remember?
Anything at all? Anything about us?
This is what I've brought you to see, Andrew.
250 years ago, on this very spot,
Bonnie Prince Charlie met me to fight for a free Scotland.
And she will be free,
even if it takes both our Immortal lives to do it.
I've heard it before, Warren. Give it a rest.
Nothing that makes any sense.
A sword.
Lightning.
Would you give us a moment, please?
Warren.
Thank God they found you.
What happened? Where did you go?
Uh, I...
I don't know.
I don't know you. Do I know her?
That's your wife.
Did the police tell you? Yes, they told me.
I guess I just didn't realize.
Nancy Goddard. Um, Duncan MacLeod.
I'm an old friend of Warren's.
Um, did he, uh,
talk about his past, about us?
I don't think he ever mentioned you.
Warren never talks much about himself.
But where's he been? When was the last time you saw him?
Anything. He left on Friday to do some research in Normandy.
He was only supposed to be gone a couple of days.
I think I'd better get him home.
Come on, Warren. Let's go.
Uh, can I talk to him for a couple of minutes?
Thanks. We'll be all right. Come on.
Methos? I'm down in the cellar. There's a fake wall on your right.
Been storing stuff down here for years.
Apparently, Paris is prone to flooding in the winter.
Well, just be thankful you don't own a barge.
It's not that bad. You can read them at least. That's the main thing.
How's your Latin?
Well, it's either rusty or I'm looking at a recipe for sea anemones.
Apicius.
Everyone's favorite early Roman cook.
What he could do with lentils and chestnuts.
Looked like road tar, but tasted...
I'll cook it for you sometime. Great.
Okay. You didn't come here to exchange recipes.
Look, I saw Cochrane.
He doesn't remember me. He doesn't remember his wife.
He doesn't remember his life, anything. It's...
I just didn't think Immortals got amnesia.
Well, it can't be physical.
If he's not faking it, he must've had one hell of an emotional shock.
How did he react when you told him what he is? I didn't get the chance.
Look, I need some information from you.
Oh, no, no, no. I've gotta keep a low profile. Come on, Methos.
This is important to me.
- Okay. - Thanks.
What would it be like, do you think?
What, to forget everything?
To start fresh.
Maybe it's a blessing.
Until someone comes and takes your head.
- Die, ya bastards!
Don't you remember, Warren?
You were born in Killiecrankie in 1964.
Are, uh, these things mine?
You've collected them for years.
You said you like to imagine Scotland as she once was.
You, uh...
You said I was a writer.
You write travel books. That's where you went last week...
on a research trip.
Can you remember that?
The next time you want to visit a museum,
do it during daylight hours.
This is the place.
He stood right here.
Bonnie Prince Charlie himself.
This is where it happened.
You mean where it almost happened.
That's right. If MacLeod hadn't lost his nerve, Charlie would've joined me.
The English would've squashed your army like so many bugs.
You can't know that. No?
I read the history, Warren. And not just the crap you've been drumming into my skull.
There'd have been 10,000 more dead Scots, and nothing would've changed.
Shut up!
You think I took you in so you can piss away your birthright?
- You have an obligation. - No, I don't have squat!
If anything happens to me, you'll be the one...
you'll carry on my dream.
I... remember, um,
marching,
the clans joining together.
I can feel a sword in my hand,
and I can smell the gunpowder.
I turn and I strike, and I can hear the screams of dying men.
What's happening to me?
Okay, I'm telling you. You getting involved with this guy is a mistake.
He was my friend. What do you want me to do, walk away? I would.
Put it like this: If he doesn't know who he is, then he's a danger to all of us.
So lure him outside and take his head. Problem solved.
You know, I never know when you're kidding.
Part of my charm.
Okay. I pulled his file.
He's been using this Goddard identity for about 15 years.
He writes travel books...
uh, historical England, historical Scotland, that sort of thing.
His wife said he was on a research trip when he disappeared.
Any idea where?
I think you overestimate the efficiency of the Watcher network.
Really? Oops. Oh! MacLeod!
Oops. No. Look, I'll do what I can, okay?
Good. I'll talk to you later.
Boy Scout.
What did you say?
Nothing.
Didn't think so.
This is insane. You're crazier than I am!
Immortals living forever. Oh, yeah.
Just tell me what you remember. Nothing!
My name is Warren Goddard.
I was born in Killiecrankie in 1964.
My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 16!
You're not Warren Goddard. You're Warren Cochrane,
born in Helensburgh near Strathclyde in 1485.
Your parents were killed by the English in Flodden Field in 1513...
and so were you! You're mad.
No! I'm an Immortal like you.
Stop it, stop it, stop it! Leave me alone!
What are you hiding from?
I don't... I don't know. I... I... I don't remember.
You have to remember! Get off of me.
Damn you!
Now look at it. Look! Look at it!.
It's true, Warren.
We've known each other for over 300 years.
Warren, are we really gonna see Bonnie Prince Charlie?
Aye, James. The Bonnie Prince himself.
Come to France all the way from Italy just to meet us.
What's he like?
Oh, he's a...
he's a great man,
a great leader.
You know, without Charlie, there's no Scotland.
But with him, I can raise an army of 10,000 men.
10,000 men? Aye.
Inside a week.
MacLeod.
You're just in time for supper.
Are you a madman? The English could've followed us from across the channel.
The English?
Not Warren Cochrane.
What you doing? You've ruined our supper for nothing!
You've been in danger all the way. Send Sarah and James back to Scotland.
No offense, Sarah. What, and have them miss the chance for the great man?
Not to be there when he claims his throne?
Warren, send them back while you can.
You've too high an opinion of the English, MacLeod.
Maybe you've lived with them too long, eh?
- Go! Go!
Down, down, down!
I make it two of them.
If we keep low, we can get away.
What, and miss our one chance with Charlie?
Cold day in hell. Stay down.
Warren. Warren, come back here.
Damn you, man.
James, stay with your mother.
For God's sakes, stay low.
Warren!
James.
No!
Gentlemen!
Oh. Keep your powder dry.
Ach, Cochrane.
I dunna believe you, Cochrane. What?
What? What do you mean, "what"? What?
Who do you think you're playing at, Rob Roy McGregor himself?
Nah, nah, nah. Will you stop?
If there was others, they'd be here by now.
Oh, aye, you should know. It's your smoke that brought them.
Shut up. Anyway, all's well that ends well, eh?
I've an English knife for James's keepsake.
No.
No!
No more!
Sorry.
Something's making you forget, Warren. What is it?
What happened last weekend?
Shut up! You think I took you in...
so you can piss away your birthright?
- You have an obligation. - No, I don't have squat!
If anything happens to me, you'll be the one.
You'll carry on my dream.
And spend another 300 years on a lost cause? No thanks.
You see this, Warren?
It's dead... as dead as all the history you live for...
as dead as that old fat fool Charlie.
Don't... say that. Don't.
Charlie was nothing! He had nothing!
Face it, Warren! No!
And your whole bloody life has been for nothing!
Warren. Warren.
Remember Picardy, 1786?
Bonnie Prince Charlie.
Yeah. Bonnie Prince Charlie.
We're about to change the course of history,MacLeod.
Even weary from his journey, he's still a man amongst men.
Ohh, stay.
We're not at court here.
Your Highness, Warren Cochrane,
your loyal servant.
You seem familiar. You are?
Duncan MacLeod, Your Majesty, of the Clan MacLeod.
The MacLeods.
The MacLeods were with me at Culloden, that most terrible of days.
Great fighters you were.
Your Highness, you only have to give the word...
and I can raise an army of 10,000 men.
Indeed? You have the resources?
More than enough.
Mr. Cochrane,
my thanks to you.
Then your answer's yes? You'll join us.
Gentlemen, dinner is served.
Join me for dinner, gentlemen.
We have much to talk about.
10,000? You'll not raise 10 men with that man at the head.
The devil take your life. You heard the prince. The time's right.
If it was, he wouldn't e'en know it.
This is a sacred mission, MacLeod. It's our duty.
I did my duty 30 years ago.
I followed him, and the clans followed me to the slaughter. I'll ne'er do it again.
We need you. Charlie needs you.
Look at the man.
He'll lead them to destruction.
And this time, we'll not recover. 'Twas a fool's errand.
- You're a traitor!
If you won't join me, you won't stop me.
Gentlemen!
If you, my most stalwart of supporters,
cannot agree upon my fitness to rule,
how may then the 10,000?
I'm afraid this will never work.
Please, my liege.
- Please, stay. - I'm sorry, Mr. Cochrane.
I seem to have been mistaken.
I cannot lead your campaign.
You've done this, MacLeod...
soiled the holy cause.
I'll never forgive you for this. Never.
It was you.
What? It's because of you we failed.
Because of you. That's not the way it was.
Traitor! What are you doing?
You destroyed our cause. It was you who wouldn't follow Charlie!
No.
You betrayed your prince, and you betrayed Scotland.
No, I didn't. That's not the way it was.
Warren, that's not the way it was!
That's not what happened, Warren! Try to remember!
We're about to change the course of history, MacLeod.
Even weary from his journey, he's still a man amongst men.
Innkeeper!
Fetch a man to see to these stairs.
Place is a hovel.
Stay, man.
We're not at court here.
Your Highness, Warren Cochrane,
your loyal servant.
Oh, yes. Cochrane. Of course, yes, yes.
Yeah. I'm not meant to be here. Men everywhere.
Yeah. Trust no one.
No one, especially the French.
You look familiar. You... You are?
Duncan MacLeod, Your Majesty, of the Clan MacLeod.
Ah, yes. The MacLeods. The MacLeods were with me at Culloden.
It was bad luck we had that day.
Yeah. Bad Luck. We're wasting time.
- Majesty.
You only have to say the word, and I can raise an army of 10,000 men.
Well, do you have the resources? Oh, aye.
More than enough. Well, uh,
it takes money to run a court.
Yes. Have to have money.
I mean, exile...
banquets and the ladies.
Your Majesty, we've come to talk about the army.
Oh, yes. Of course. Of course, man.
Yes. My army.
Yes, of course. Yes, the army.
Gentleman, dinner is served.
Oh, join me for dinner, gentlemen, eh?
We have much to talk about.
10,000 men? You'll not raise 10 men with that man at the head.
Devil you say. You heard the prince. Time's right.
If it was, he wouldn't e'en know it.
This is a sacred mission, MacLeod. It's your duty.
I did my duty 40 years ago.
I followed him, and the clans that followed me went to the slaughter.
Yeah, but we need you. Charlie needs you.
It's hopeless. He's hopeless.
The game's over.
Don't say that. All we have to do is dry him out and clean him up.
He can still lead us. He couldn't lead a pig around the barn.
He'll be a figurehead. He'll be a symbol.
He'll be someone all men can rally behind and lay down their lives for.
Aye, and if they do, they'll be wasting their lives.
If Scotland's to be free, it's not with Charlie.
We're 20 years too late, Warren. Come on. Let it go. It's over.
Don't say that. Don't say that!
Come on.
Get up. Come on. I'm sorry.
Sorry. I can't.
He's lying at his feet like a dog.
Warren, I'm sorry, but...
it hurts me as much as it hurts you to see him this way...
but I'll not ask men to die for him.
Not anymore.
Help me.
Charlie.
Is this the look you're going for?
No, I got distracted. I found some texts...
on first-century Chinese apothecaries, couldn't put them down.
Yeah, well, at this rate, it'll take you 10 years to put these all away.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Methos.
You and this guy Cochrane have quite some history. Yeah, I know.
- Does he remember any of this? - He remembers Picardy,
when we went to see Bonnie Prince Charlie, but then he doesn't.
It's... His memories are all different.
It was him that press-ganged me into going after Charlie.
Then when we got there, we found Charlie all right...
the man we'd pinned our dreams on, the last hope of Scotland.
He was a hopeless sot who could barely stay on his own two feet.
Your Highness.
But Cochrane didn't want to see that.
Maybe he couldn't see it. He'd built up this myth, this legend in his mind,
and he wouldn't see it destroyed.
You look familiar. You... You are?
Duncan MacLeod, Your Majesty, of the Clan MacLeod.
The MacLeods. The MacLeods were with me at Culloden,
that most terrible of days.
It was bad luck we had that day.
You only have to give the word, and I can raise an army of 10,000 men.
- You have the resources? - More than enough.
Oh, that's swell, man. My thanks to you,Mr. Cochrane.
Then your answer's yes? You'll join us.
We have much to talk about.
-I can't! - You've got to get up, Your Majesty.
I can't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I can't.
The memories he's getting back are all wrong.
It's a human trait...
remembering things the way we wish they'd been.
We rewrite history so that we can live with it.
You ask the Russians.
Or come to that, ask the Americans or the British.
Or the Scots...
turned a loser into a Bonnie Prince because they needed a hero.
Does it matter what he was really like? Surely it's the legend that really matters.
Right now, the truth is what matters.
Maybe Cochrane can't face the truth.
You found something else.
Cochrane left Paris on Friday with a kid named Andrew Donnelly.
His Watcher didn't go with him, because his sister was getting married...
figured he'd pick them up on Sunday when they got back.
- What do you expect,
the Watchers are the Immortal F.B.I.?
We have lives to live, okay?
Who's Andrew Donnelly?
His student, probably.
Cochrane met him in Aberdeen a couple of years ago.
He has no parents. He was on the streets.
Told him about his immortality and recruited him to his cause. Where is he now?
That is the $64,000 question.
Warren's not here, Mr. MacLeod.
He went out. I couldn't stop him.
Do you know a guy called Andrew Donnelly?
He does some work for Warren...
errands, driving, stuff around the house.
You don't like him much? Not particularly, no.
He was an orphan. Warren felt sorry for him.
He treated him more like a son than an employee.
Andrew doesn't always appreciate it. Where can I find him?
Mrs. Goddard. Inspector D?on.
Is your husband home? Why?
There's a young man named Andrew Donnelly who worked for him.
Is there a problem? For Donnelly there is.
He was found in an abandoned inn in Normandy.
Found? He was dead.
Someone cut off his head.
Oh, my God.
Who is it? Who's there?
It's me, Warren. It's MacLeod.
What happened here?
I don't know.
You were here with Andrew,
your student.
You were here and Andrew died.
What happened?
I don't know.
Charlie was nothing! He had nothing!
Face it, Warren. No!
And your whole bloody life has been for nothing!
What did you say? He was a bum when he lived,
and he's a bum now that he's dead!
Dead, dead, dead!
Shut up!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. No.
Andrew. Andrew.
God, no. Andrew. No, no, no.
No, no, no. No, no!
No! Get off me! No, no!
Leave me alone!
Andrew, he was, uh...
he was like a son.
And you killed him.
You killed your own student. I know, I know, I know.
I know what you're thinking... that only a monster could, uh... could do such a thing.
That Cochrane, me, is such a monster.
Well, if I'm a monster, then slay me.
What thing on earth could be more evil than me,
could be more deserving of death?
You should have left it alone, MacLeod.
You should've let me forget!
- I don't wanna fight you. - Why not?
Don't do this.
I'm warning you.
End it, MacLeod.
End it now.
I won't take your life.
Please.
I can't live with this.
You're gonna have to.
Mr. Cochrane.
Bonnie Charlie Your Highness.
Is it really you?
Safely o'er *
* The friendly main *
* Many a heart will break in two * Stay. We're not at court here.
* Should he ne'er * Those wretched years in exile....
* Come back again... * waiting to claim my throne.
I'd almost lost hope.
Mr. Cochrane, my thanks to you.
Then your answer's yes? You'll join us.
I'm sorry, Mr. Cochrane.
I cannot lead your campaign.
* Will ye no *
* Come back again *
Two weeks ago he had a wife, a house, a family.
Now he's a fugitive. He's got nothing.
He's alive.
I still can't believe he'd kill his own student.
Come on, MacLeod. It's not the first time it's happened.
Well, maybe I should've left him alone. Maybe he was better off not knowing.
I mean, it's a terrible thing to have to live with.
We all have things in our past we wish we hadn't done. I know I do.
So if you had a chance to forget everything and live life over again, would you?
No, I wouldn't.
Who'd remember Alexa then?
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
I have no rival
No man can be my equal
Take me to the future of your world
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