Previously onHighlander.
Are you afraid, Foster? We should all be afraid.
He believed the Zoroastrian myths of ancient Persia held the truth...
about a cycle of evil that comes to Earth every 1,000 years.
"Ahriman."
- I saw him. He's got Joe. I existed before time began.
- I am Set! -I am Ahriman.
Devastated by Richie's death,
MacLeod went into seclusion on holy ground for a year...
to grieve, to heal and to prepare for the battle with darkness...
he knew he would have to face.
It wasn't an accident, Joe. Richie was murdered.
Don't you think I wanna believe you?
All alone and no one to believe you.
Why don't you just go back to that little monastery you've been hiding away in?
I wonder what it would take to make you leave.
I'm Sophie Baines. Thank you for saving my life.
They found Sophie Baines in the river. She's dead.
- Andrew! Andrew, stop it!
Please! Don't hurt him. He's my brother. He was just trying to protect me.
Think about it, MacLeod. I brought Sophie back from the dead.
- I could bring anyone back. - It won't work. You can't tempt me.
- Just say the word. Say yes. - No!
But I don't understand. What do you want from me?
I'm nobody. You're perfect.
He wants me to kill you. He offered me my life.
How do I defeat him? I don't know. Every champion has to find his own way.
- Sophie, I need to know more. I need to know how.
Andrew! He said I would do anything because I loved you!
He was right. No!
No!
This thing is evil, Joe. I'm gonna find it, and I'm gonna destroy it.
It's done.
Thank you.
Good-bye, Jackie.
Father Beaufort?
Duncan?
It's good to see you. It's been too long.
Since we lost Darius. I miss those arguments.
I looked for you at the church. They told me about your brother.
I had to bury him here.
They don't allow suicides on hallowed ground.
- I'm sorry. - We were children here.
I broke my arm falling out of that tree. I...
I think Jackie cried more than I did.
Our father died in the war, Mother a few months later.
I turned to the church. Jackie couldn't find peace,
not even in death.
I just came to pay my respects.
I had a few questions, but it can wait.
God bless you, Duncan.
And you, Robert. Thank you.
What are you doing?
I don't wanna hurt you.
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
- You sure you didn't hit him that hard? - I didn't hit him at all.
Ahriman.
And he could be anyone at any time.
Well, Mac, I got Watchers turnin' down vacation to check on Ahriman.
I really think if there's anything that can kill it, we're gonna find it.
Yeah. In the meantime, people are dying.
Do they still think they're looking for this ancient Immortal?
- Yeah. - Well, tell 'em to be careful.
They're professionals. They're always careful.
Anyway, this is all we got so far.
Thanks, Joe. This would be hard without you.
No problem.
I'll... I'll call later.
All right.
"In answer to the guileful one,
"the deadly, the evildoer Ahriman,
Zarathustra said, 'Never will I renounce the good mind.'"
"Never will I renounce the good mind."
Somewhat theatrical, I agree.
A thousand years ago, it would have been enough to have caused a panic in the streets.
- What do you want? -But this is the scientific age.
People don't believe in demons and devils anymore.
And maybe that's my best trick yet.
All that technology, so much useless information.
It's almost a sin to want to know so much.
Well, if it's so useless, why are you here?
So this is where you hide...
with your books and your scrolls, like a frightened monk.
I thought you were a better man than that, MacLeod.
- I thought you were a warrior like me. - I'm nothing like you.
Oh, that's right. You don't carry a blade any longer, do you?
What a pity.
-Somewhere in here's the way to destroy you. -Better men than you have tried.
Stop now... and live.
You'll never know who's coming for you next.
Why, Lord?
Jackie was a good man.
You've known his soul since he was a boy.
Bobby! Jackie! Lunch is ready!
Coming, Mama.
Bobby! Jackie!
He would've given the world for his daughters if he could.
But he was sick... a disease of the heart and soul...
had stripped him of his humanity and left him empty.
Nothing could help him... not daughters, not prayer.
We gave him nothing.
Now, for his one moment of weakness, I have to condemn him?
Tell me, God. Must I damn my brother to love you?
Mmm, I got to find Hey.
Can I help you? I believe the question, Joseph, is: Can I help you?
James.
Here. Take this. You look as though you need it.
How's my family? I gather Lynn's moved back to Chicago.
You're not real. You were best man at my wedding.
I'm your sister's husband. No. I buried you.
Joseph, Joseph. How little you understand.
- What is it you want? - To help.
The Watchers have always been our brothers and sisters, our family.
When you lost your legs in Vietnam, they saved you. They gave you another chance.
And how do you repay them? You use them. You lie to them.
- You make them the tool of an Immortal. - You are an illusion.
No, Joseph. I'm your conscience. Save yourself.
Let MacLeod fight his own battles. Go to hell!
I have.
Watchers don't interfere, and if they do, they die.
- Hey, Joe.
You look like hell.
Yeah. Funny you should mention it.
What? Nothing, nothing, nothing.
You said your people found something I should see.
Actually, it just hasn't arrived yet.
- Are you okay? - Yeah. Why shouldn't I be?
Because of what we're facing. No, I'm... I'm fine.
All right then. Call me when you get something.
Mac! I forgot.
I... I do have something here.
One of my guys... Well, he found this in a museum in Bolivia.
It's some kind of a talisman.
The native shamans used it in their vision quests.
It's the same symbol we found before.
Thanks, Joe.
Robert?
Robert? Oh, Duncan.
What can I do for you? Um...
Sorry to trouble you. I know it's not a good time, but I need your help.
It's nothing. I'm just a little distracted.
- What do you need? - Are you still the archivist of the order?
Yeah.
I'm looking for anything you might have on the nature of evil.
That's just about everything in the collection.
Would you prefer to narrow that down a little?
- Do you believe in the devil? - You're serious.
Do I believe in horns and a pitchfork? No.
But do I believe that evil is an entity loose in the world? Yes.
I see its works everywhere.
Whatever books or scrolls are of use to you, you're welcome to them.
Thank you.
Evil can take many forms, Duncan.
The church believes there's only one sure way to destroy it...
through faith.
Henri! Michel!
They were supposed to meet us topside. They were really excited about this find.
This cave is pre-Roman, pre-Gallic, even. 6,000, 7,000 years old.
Some kind of a... Some kind of a holy site. Look at this.
Ahriman, or whatever these people called it.
Yeah, well, I don't get it, man.
They were supposed to meet us here.
Look at this. Looks like they're fighting it. Uh-huh.
And who's this? - Must be their champion.
Now what?
Well. Looks like they lost.
Yeah, but he's still standing... and he's unarmed.
They did it. They must've beaten him.
Dear God, no!
I didn't kill them. You did.
Like hell! Exactly.
Look.
Maguire and Rosenthal. No. They were in Iraq.
Maguire still owes you $30 from that last game of poker you played, doesn't he?
And Stacey Rosenthal's been trying to get up the courage...
to invite you to dinner for the last three years.
Do you realize what you're doing, Joseph,
sending innocent men and women into dangerous situations that don't concern them?
- Get back! Get back! Get in close!
Oh, look, Joseph. They're dying,
in agony, all because of you.
You sent them. This is another one of your goddamned illusions!
Is it? Your telephone is going to ring in 10 seconds.
- Ten seconds, Joseph.
Mind if I smoke?
Dawson.
I tried to tell you. If you interfere, people die.
But it's not your fault, Joseph, not yours at all.
Have you come to confess your sins? Have you come to ask forgiveness?
Tell me, Father.
Which is better, murder or suicide?
See, I'd say murder.
I could rip out someone's beating heart,
confess to you, and you would have to forgive me, wouldn't you?
Only God can forgive. As for suicide,
tell me.
Did God forgive your brother when he slashed his wrists?
I didn't think so.
My brother is in God's hands. Your brother is in hell, Father,
tormented for eternity.
Can you see him there, tortured, in agony,
while the murderers who cry, "Oh, please forgive me,"
they enter the land of milk and honey.
Isn't that what your church has decreed for all suicides?
The church prays for his soul.
And does the church pray for murderers too?
Do you still pray for your sainted father, Darius?
Because he was a murderer too, you know, and a rapist...
and a defiler of your holy places.
And then one day, he became a priest,
and he whitewashed his evil soul.
But the stain still lies there underneath. How do you know that?
Who are you?
I think you know who I am,
and I think, Father, that if you look deep down inside yourself,
you will come to recognize what I am.
Robert?
- Look at me. - No.
Are you afraid to look into the face of evil?
Afraid that your God can't protect you, even in his own house?
Soon, priest, you will be mine.
Father, you all right?
- Who are you looking for? - Nobody.
I must've dozed off. If you don't mind, Duncan, I'll go and lie down.
It wasn't a dream. He was here.
There is nobody here. This is God's house.
What evil we find here, we bring ourselves.
You felt it. You saw him, didn't you?
What can I do?
Help me find him.
Have you ever seen any of these before?
No.
Wait a second. Maybe that...
Let's go and find that symbol.
I think we'll use another door.
We went back through the archives.
The symbol turned up in the writings of an ancient German mystic.
To him, there was a force of hate that could only be defeated by love.
Fine for Gandhi, but what about us?
- What else did he say? - Nothing.
Seems he died before he could finish his memoirs.
Oh, that's great.
So what do we do? Sit and contemplate our navels while the whole world goes to hell?
- What happened, Joe? - Nothing happened.
He came to you, didn't he?
I got four Watchers dead already.
I'm pullin' my people out.
It's okay, Joe. It's my fight.
Well, I didn't say Iwas pullin' out.
Mac, the answer's out there. You and I, we gotta find it.
Thanks.
I'm sorry to disturb you, Jackie, but if I don't pull these,
they'll choke the whole garden.
Bobby.
Jackie?
Oh, dear God, it's you.
Help me, Bobby. Please.
Help you? How can I help you?
I'm damned. No.
God's turned his back on me. No.
Oh, God isn't love, Bobby. He's... vengeance...
and hate.
He's abandoned me,
and he'll abandon you too.
Oh, no. God will forgive you.
There is no forgiveness.
There is only pain. Help me, Bobby, please.
Help you?
How can I help you?
Jackie.
Jackie?
Oh, Jackie!
Oh, God.
Help me, Bobby!
Your brother is in hell, tormented for eternity.
There is no forgiveness. There's only pain.
He's vengeance! -Soon you'll be mine.
- Are you afraid to look into the face of evil? - No!
No!
You've done very well, Joseph.
-I'm glad you've come to your senses about the Watchers.
- So I've come to offer you a small gift. - Keep the gift.
No. I think you'll want this.
- Really? What's the hook? - No hook.
Just say no to MacLeod when he asks you to violate your Watcher oath and help him.
- When pigs fly. - Fly.
You used to fly, Joseph. Do you remember?
They used to call you the flier.
Do you remember running on the beach?
Do you remember thousands screaming your name as you scored yet another touchdown?
Do you remember what it was like to wrap your legs around a beautiful woman?
No. No. No.
I can help you fly again.
Please don't... Don't do this.
- I can give you back your wings. -No.
Joseph, look at them.
They're yours, Joseph. Go on. Move them.
That's right, Joseph.
You can take them for a spin.
You can even take them dancing if you want.
They're yours. They're real.
All you have to do is keep your vow...
and give me MacLeod.
I can't. I won't.
You son of a bitch!
Oh, well. I suppose you'll be needing those...
for now.
Legs, MacLeod.
He offered me my legs.
Can you believe that?
I can believe anything about him.
As if I would sell my soul...
for a simple, goddamn pair of legs.
Some people would have.
What the hell?
If I didn't want it so bad, it wouldn't be a temptation, would it?
I'm sorry.
Okay.
Let's see what we got, huh? We got...
We got a mystic symbol.
We got some ancient cave paintings.
Some old German saying all we need is love.
The answer's gotta be in there somewhere.
This is the last shipment I got from my people before I pulled them out of the field.
Where'd this come from? What? That candy dish?
Some old monastery in the Himalayas.
I've seen this before. It's a Tibetan singing bowl.
Show yourself.
Been waiting a long time for you to come out and play.
That's okay. Soon I'll be playing with yours.
I've got all kind of toys.
Tessa.
Hugh Fitzcairn.
Darius.
If you remain silent, then have that of the priest you're so fond of.
Till then, I play with this.
I think I'll call it Richie.
Richie.
Richie. Richie.
- Richie. - Richie. Richie, Richie, Richie.
Richie, Richie, Richie. Richie, Richie, Richie.
- Stop. - You stop me!
Come on. Stop me. Stop me.
Like you stopped Richie. Richie's dead.
Richie's dead! Richie's dead! Richie's dead!
You knew you were killing Richie.
I think you liked it.
Richie killer. Richie killer. Richie killer.
- Richie killer. Richie killer. -Richie killer.
Why not try me?
Duncan, this way!
Come take my head. Duncan, this way.
I'm here. MacLeod!
Mac. Mac! MacLeod!
I've been calling you for hours. My God.
How long have you been like this? I don't know.
There was this thing. I was fighting it.
And it was goading me.
It was as if it was feeding on my anger.
The more I hated, the more I was lost.
I could've been trapped in there forever.
Whatever this... Whatever this thing is, Joe,
it doesn't have a physical form.
Where are you goin'? Mac?
Bobby, you promised.
You promised Mother you'd... you'd take care of me.
If I couldn't save you when you were alive, how can I save you now?
I thought you'd understand.
I thought you'd want to help me.
Jackie, what do you want from me? What can I do?
Come with me, Bobby. Please.
- I'm so alone. - Oh, no. No. It's a mortal sin.
God is a lie, Bobby. Can't you see?
You've wasted your whole life on a lie.
Come on. We'll be together like...
like when we were kids.
Stop!
Robert, don't.
Bobby, I'm afraid. Make him go away. Leave, Duncan.
- You can't do this. - Get out.
I said get out. I have to do this.
I've lost my brother. I've lost God. I've lost my life.
Why? Because he says so? This is not your brother.
Jackie's dead.
Whatever he needs, you can't give him.
But this... this thing wants your soul.
Don't listen to him, Bobby. He just wants to keep us apart.
Don't you see, Duncan? I've lost my faith.
Look at me. - No.
Robert, look at me.
It doesn't matter if you've lost your faith in him,
because he hasn't lost his faith in you.
Give me the knife. Give it to me.
Here, Bobby. Go for the goal.
I would have damned myself if it wasn't for you.
No. That's what it wants you to think.
The only power it has over us is the power we give it.
Duncan, everything I've read says it is useless to fight it,
that it feeds on our hate and fear.
That its very presence breeds hate and fear. How can we destroy something...
that thrives on destruction?
Peace, Father.
"Never will I renounce a good mind." It was there all the time.
- In peace. - What?
I have to do this by myself.
You have to leave now. I need to know you'll be safe.
Isn't there anything I can do?
Pray.
Oh, good. You're back.
- You've lost. - Let's play. How about guns?
Yes, yes. Shoot me.
That's not fair.
How about, uh...
How about your old friend?
Let's see it.
Game's over. Your time is up.
No gun. No sword.
How are you going to fight me?
Are you going to huff and puff and blow my house down?
I become one with everything. I become one with you.
Too bad you didn't think of that before you killed Richie!
I become everything. Therefore, I become nothing.
Come on. Be a man. I dare you!
Therefore, you are nothing.
Without my anger, you have no substance.
Without my pride, you have no form.
Without my hate,
you have no being.
Maybe we can find something a little more impressive, MacLeod.
- It's time for you to leave. - I've only just begun.
You have no place here.
- I'm a part of you now. - You always were.
You know, you never did tell me how you beat this bastard.
What did you have to do?
Nothing.
There's a thought in the Kabbalah that Armageddon,
the ultimate fight between good and evil, will be fought within one soul.
And yours is the soul. That's why you're the champion.
Maybe. All I know is that evil exists in all of us, Joe.
When we deny that, we give evil power.
Ahriman said it himself.
His greatest trick was to convince the world he didn't exist.
Well, he does. He exists in all of us.
Once I accepted that, I was able to defeat him.
Armageddon in Darius's church.
How's Father Beaufort doing?
Finding his faith.
- To faith. - To the champion.
Ooh. It's been a while.
Well, I better get going.
Take care, huh? Yeah.
Hey, will you... will you do me a favor?
Will you please take this?
Just so I know you'll be here when I get back.
Come on. You have avenged Richie's death.
Mac, you've defeated Ahriman.
You're still Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
Take it, please.
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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