* When I kiss you *
* I get a thrill that I can't describe *
* From your magic that fills my mind * Get in the car.
There you go.
All right?
Give your wife my regards, sir.
Yes, let's go.
* From the tenderness in your kiss *
* And when you whisper my name so fabulously *
* It makes me smile It drives me wild *
Champagne. Thank you.
So we were at the Pheasantry about a year ago.
Terrible place, surrounded by these awful pop stars all the time.
Rodney comes up to me and says, "I'd like you to meet my lovely new wife."
So then Gerald spots us and he thinks we've come together, so he says,
"I'm glad to see you two have patched it up."
I think we've nearly finished the bottle, haven't we?
Doesn't matter.
There's more in the boot.
A whole case.
Give me one more little kiss.
* It makes me smile It drives me wild **
No!
Oh, my God!
No, please, God! No!
Look, I didn't even see him.
You've killed me darlin' Willie!
Why didn't you look where you was goin'?
He came out of nowhere! Now I'm all alone in the world!
No husband, no insurance. Yes.
And the kids... The poor little dears will be begging in the streets for scraps of food.
I wasn't even going that fast.
Bloody hell! You killed the only man I ever loved!
Willie. You know, I'm sure that's gonna be good enough for the police.
Police?
Yeah. Straight on. You're a murderer, ain't ya?
Well, uh,
um, obviously, uh,
I know that, uh,
money could never take the place of a loved one.
What you think you're doing there?
What's your name?
Molly. Molly Ivers.
Molly Ivers.
You see, Molly,
I'd really much rather that the police were not involved.
You're puttin' me on.
For a man like me darlin' Willie that's an insult, that is.
Yes.
Yes. Yes, quite correct, of course. Um...
I'm sorry. I should never even have, uh,
suggested such a thing.
Now, if you could see your way to adding another zero on the end, then...
That's a lot of money! Yeah, you're right.
Proper thing, you know, let the police handle it and make the whole mess public, like.
A bloke such as yourself, probably used to seeing your name...
plastered all over the papers.
Sure, and your daughter in the car.
Yes. Um...
Here. Take it.
So, no police then.
No need to now, sir. Be a proper funeral for me Willie.
Good. Very good. Very good.
Come on. Get in the car. God bless you, sir.
Yes. Get in. I thank you from the bottom of me heart.
- Yes. Thank you. - And me little ones thank you too.
Right. Don't look, all right? Just don't look.
Oh, my God! Oh, well done, my darling.
All in a day's. Just drop the false modesty right now, okay?
I was good, wasn't I? You're the best.
And you're gonna get better.
Now, this is a bit more lucrative...
than picking pockets in Picadilly, wouldn't you say, heh?
Well, you know, I really don't think I've seen that many zeros all in one place before.
Yeah, you're right. You're right.
You know, you're a bloody genius. I am?
Yes.
Do you know what? What?
Do you you fancy a cuppa? A cuppa? A cuppa what?
Don't you think we've earned something a wee bit stronger?
And after a wee cuppa something a bit stronger, I think we should go on a shopping trip,
perhaps to King's Road or Carnaby Street. Shopping... King's Road!
Are you kidding me? No.
Do you know what I want? What?
I want a new yellow miniskirt. How many?
Six! And I want a new pair of those boots that...
come up to my thighs. I love you, Molly.
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'll look forward to meeting her, General.
Calling it a day, Edward?
'Fraid so, Duncan. One more boring speech, and I'll fall asleep standing up.
It's all part of the job of the consulate general, what?
Between you and me, it's the worst part...
backslapping, small talk,
flattering the wives of foreign dignitaries.
Not quite the battle I thought I'd be fighting for world peace...
when I joined the diplomatic corps.
Still, it's good to see a friendly face. We should meet up for lunch.
Next week, maybe? I'd love that, yeah. Sooner, if you like.
You all right, Edward? Oh, sometimes I just wonder...
if the life I'm living is worth the life I'm living, if you know what I mean.
Mm! And it's sometimes very nice to be able to talk to someone...
who isn't playing the diplomatic game.
Well, anytime. You know that. I'll call you next week.
Okay.
Oh, my God! My husband! You killed my husband!
Oh, I don't believe it.
It's all right, sir.
He's not dead. What do you mean, he's not dead?
'Course he's dead! Look at him!
Oh, he'll be fine.
Put him down! He's dead, I tell ya! He's gonna be fine.
Let him be! He's gonna be all right.
Let him be! See?
It's all right, sir. Get back in your car. I'll deal with this from here.
I'm calling the police!
Go ahead.
Oh, no. Oh! Is that any way to greet an old friend?
Tell me he didn't, pet.
God damn you, MacLeod. You always were too noble for my own good.
What'd you stick your big nose in for?
I mean, every time, why is it you pop out of the woodwork? Molly, Molly. This is MacLeod.
MacLeod, Molly. Who? Really?
Yes. The last will and testament, sir, was left on the desk early this morning.
Ah, my good friend, MacLeod. Lovely day to die, wouldn't you say.
A moment with your opponent, sir.
If you don't mind, this is a personal matter. What are you up to now, Willie?
Well, what does it look like? Do you not think you have an unfair advantage?
We shall both have pistols.
May I remind you? You're an Immortal... he's not.
Piffle. He challenged me.
And if you really want to know, I have no intention of killing him.
I want to lose. So, come on. Trust me, mate.
Well, I'll tell you one thing, "mate."
You kill him, it won't be your last duel today.
Understood.
And understand this, MacLeod. This matter doesn't concern you.
You interfere at your own peril.
Gentlemen, you'll gather your weapons, please. Grand.
-Absolutely grand. You shall be my second. - Oh, an honor, sir.
Pistols, gentlemen.
We have the honor of the count.
Very well. Is there any chance of a reconciliation?
My honor has been besmirched. I shall have satisfaction.
Very well then. Prepare yourselves, gentlemen.
You have first choice of a weapon, sir.
And your weapon, sir.
Now, gentlemen, if you'll about-face.
On the count of 10.
One, two, three,
four, five,
six, seven, eight,
nine, ten.
This veil of life... is lifted...
at la...
Many a man I've seen face death,
but none so nobly as your friend.
Aye. There aren't... There weren't many like him.
Good of you to wait, MacLeod.
I wouldn't have missed this for the world.
Where are you going? Oh, first things first.
Yeah.
Unbelievable.
It is amazing what a man will do for 100,000 pounds.
I beg your pardon?
My illustrious opponent, Smythe, and I are partners.
Were partners. Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Great.Were partners.
We had a little trading company,
and lo and behold, if Smythe didn't discover a wee hole in the coffers.
A hundred thousand pounds, perhaps?
There now. What have I been saying all this time about you and me?
Great minds and all that, eh? So, Smythe confronted me.
And, you know, being an honest man by nature...
- I found myself in the unenviable position...
of having to tell the truth.
Be of good cheer, man. Smythe's an upper-class bore.
By killing me, he's restored his honor.
At a hundred thousand pounds, I think he got off quite cheaply.
So what's the problem, huh? He's happy, I'm happy.
You're a thief and an embezzler.
It's a good thing you're a friend, MacLeod.
Anyway, it's getting late. I must be off. Where are you going?
Catching a ship to the Americas. Greener pastures and all that, you know.
It'd be rather unfortunate if you bumped into Smythe.
Yeah, yeah. That too.
Well, thanks for everything.
Don't mention it.
Isn't this the setup? It's home.
Home? Home and a slow getaway vehicle all in one.
Aren't you the sly one? You haven't changed a bit, Willie.
Thank you.
No Cristal? Well, I'm sorry.
I didn't know I was gonna find your dead body in the street.
- Otherwise I would've been more prepared for the celebration. - Don't be ungracious, love.
- What did you ever do to deserve him? - Picked his pocket.
You're kidding.
That's my girl. Twenty-nine years ago.
In Blackpool. Glasgow, dear.
Yeah, Glasgow. Yeah, of course. I remember it as though it was yesterday.
- It was a sunny, beautiful day. - Poured rain.
Yeah. And you, you were all in white. Looked like an angel.
I was in blue. You asked me to dance.
And you picked the leather right out from under my nose.
Said I was the best you ever saw. That you were, dearie.
And you stole my heart along with my wallet.
Champagne, anyone?
See what I mean, my darling? The man's generous to a fault.
No, not this time.
I haven't even asked you yet.
Thank you.
- Strictly a loan. -Willie.
All right, all right. Forget the money.
You wouldn't mind puttin' us up here for a few days, would ya?
- You want to stay here? - Well, it is a bit spartan for my tastes, you know.
And we would be a bit cramped, I suppose. But I'm sure we could manage.
You think so? Yeah! What's a little snoring between friends?
You've got plenty of hot water, have you? She takes long showers, this one.
Breakfast... still addicted to those bangers in the morning. Oh, God!
Difficult commodity to find, of course, in Paris, but I'm sure you'll manage.
Grilled tomatoes. Lots of coffee. Plenty of fresh coffee.
Oh, no. We couldn't. No, you couldn't, but he could.
Ahh. If you insist.
Oh, I insist. Just a loan.
Yeah, oh...
That enough?
-Oh, stop!
Anything for an old friend, eh?
There you go, my dear.
Hope you don't mind parking around the back.
Oh, look at this. These vines remind me of my garden at the consulate.
Never seen it, have you? Gonna get you out there sometime for a party.
Did you have to put the touch on MacLeod like that? We've already got loads.
You saw it. The man threw the money at me.
Anyway, besides, it's good to keep your hand in.
Hey! What are you, crazy?
Uh-oh. No. No. Absolutely not.
Oh, come on, pet! No, no, no!
Just one, just one. No. Can't we just go to the Riviera as planned?
Yeah, and I'll buy you a string bikini for the beach. You will not!
I haven't the figure for that anymore. You have in my eyes.
To me you'll always be that sweet young lass from Glasgow. Keep talking.
All right then. Just one more. Just one.
Would you stop it? One! Go. Okay.
Oh, my God, no!
Willie!
My husband! Oh, he's dead!
- You killed him! - Where did he come from?
Fancy car, innit, for a young bloke to be drivin'?
Uh, no, it's not my car.
It's probably stolen, isn't it?
We'll have to call the police! They'll have to be told!
Not that it matters to someone like you. You're probably loaded with money!
And we haven't got any! And I've got kids as well!
Oh, Willie, what're we gonna do?
We'll have to call the police. They'll have to be told!
Oh, Willie!
So, pet, how'd we do, eh?
God! Oh, God!
Come on. Wake up, wake up.
Wake up, wake up.
Please, no! No!
No, no, no!
Are you crazy? I can't go to the cops.
I mean, come on. Wake up. You think they'll give a damn...
about a small-time crook with a dead girlfriend?
She was my life, MacLeod.
Twenty-nine years.
Not long by our standards.
But they were sure as hell the best years of this rotten scoundrel's life.
She didn't deserve to die that way.
No, she didn't.
Please help me.
I-I can't do it by myself.
You got it.
I got part of the licence plate, a couple of numbers, a letter.
Willie, whatever we find out we let the law deal with.
The hell with the law. I've lived 500 years without the law. I don't need it now.
- If we find out who killed Molly... - I kill him.
No, Willie. We do it my way, or you're on your own.
You're a hard bastard, MacLeod.
It's your choice.
All right, all right. For Molly.
We'll try it your way.
Okay.
For now.
When did you get so friendly with the cops?
Since I didn't make a career out of being a criminal. Oh, yeah. Okay, okay.
So give. Who owns the car?
It's not who. It's what. Run that by me one more time?
The car's owned by the American embassy.
Well, that's no good, is it? It could be any one of a hundred people.
Come on. I might know somebody who can narrow it down.
How'd you get to be who you are, MacLeod? And who am I, Willie?
"Upstanding, live by the book, die by the book" MacLeod.
Death before dishonor and all that, you know.
Same way as everybody else: one day at a time.
Maybe if I'd been brought up to be a clan chief,
and you'd been brought up on a dock by a family of thieves,
I'd be the one with the friends on the police force.
Maybe. But I've done things I'm not proud of.
Yeah, but you never had to earn your living at it. And I'll bet you that some of those things...
seemed to be the right thing at the time.
No, I was born a scoundrel, and I'll die one. I couldn't help myself if I tried.
Oh, spare me, Willie. Try conning somebody else.
You always could see through me, MacLeod.
Okay. I'm not making any excuses for my life.
I've had dozens of chances to change it. So why don't you?
I've seen other people do it. You can too. Why should I?
Because it killed Molly. No.
The life didn't kill Molly. The bastard in that car killed Molly.
Molly loved the life, same as I do.
You know what it's like when you look a mark in the eyes, and you know you've got him?
You know the hook's in so deep, the only way he can go is straight into your pocket.
Yeah, and then he goes home and tries to explain to his wife why he's lost a year's pay.
Or a college education for his kids.
And don't tell me you only go for those people that deserve it or can afford it.
You're not that careful.
I'm very sorry for your loss, Mr. Kingsley.
But I'm not sure what I can do, Duncan.
Um, I have a partial number of a licence plate from a car from this embassy.
And whoever drove that car is a murdering bastard.
Could you look up the number for us?
- I don't need to. - Why?
This plate's from my car.
- Your car? - You?
Hold on. Does anybody else have access to your car?
-Where were you yesterday at 4:00? - Willie, hold on.
- I'm waiting for an answer. Where were you? -I said, hold on.
- Out bashing innocent women on the head, by chance? - Willie, stop it!
- My personal schedule is none of your affair, sir. - Damn you.
Murderin' bastard! I said... I warned you, Willie!
Looky here! Calling out his goon squad! Is that the action of an innocent man?
I'm sorry about this, Edward. There has to be a good explanation.
I'm sure there is, Duncan, but now you'll have to excuse me.
I'm sorry if I seem a little upset, but murder puts me in a foul mood!
We don't know anything for sure yet. All we have is a number on a partial plate.
That's all I need.
What have we got here?
MacLeod, this is it.
But there's no dents.
It's been hammered out recently. I knew it!
Oh, no, no, no! Friend or no friend, I'm gonna string that bastard up!
Let me go! I said I would handle it, and I meant it.
Okay. Okay, okay. I'll just stand there, hmm?
I won't say a word. Quiet as a church mouse!
What you'll do is go back to the barge, and you will wait for me there.
But this... No buts.
But... Case closed.
Understood?
All right.
Are you accusing me of murder, Duncan?
No one's accusing anybody.
But what would you do, Edward?
There's an eyewitness report. The plates match. There's even new bodywork on the car.
I see.
And if I could provide an alibi for that afternoon? That would help.
Did you know I have a chance at the ambassadorship?
Congratulations.
After years of standing in someone else's shadows.
I was with a woman, Duncan. A woman?
Mistress.
In three days, I come before the Senate Foreign Relations Committee.
Any hint of scandal, I won't get their confirmation.
I'll give you her number. You can call her if you like.
Yeah, but someone killed Molly, someone using your car.
What aren't you telling me, Edward?
There's nothing else, Duncan.
You wanted me?
The spare key to the Mercedes.
What about it? I can't find it.
So? Did you borrow it?
You mean, did I steal it? Steve.
Same old crap. Something's gone, I took it.
Money's missing. I stole it.
Can't cut me any slack, can ya? Not for one goddamn second.
Steve, did you borrow the car yesterday?
No. This isn't like the other times, son.
Steal a car, joyriding around town. This is serious.
Did you take the Mercedes?
How the hell could I?
You used it to visit your whore.
Yeah, I know. Everybody knows except Mom.
So don't try and lecture me.
Son, did you kill anybody?
If you did, I have to know. You have to know everything, don't you?
Who I see, what I do, when I take a leak.
Never give me a second to breathe.
- Did you kill that woman? - No.
There. Happy?
Did you take a rock and... bash her skull in?
- Get off my back! - Is my son a cold-blooded murderer?
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Poor Edward. Such a nice man.
Shame his son never turned out. I hear he stole a car.
Why, he even does drugs. Shameful.
Enough! Get out of my sight.
- Dad... - I said, get out.
Doesn't matter whether I killed her or not.
Thanks to you, Daddy, I have diplomatic immunity.
Well? Come on!
Edward's innocent. Just like that?
- He has an alibi. - Why? Because he told you he did?
How do you know he didn't set it up? I believe him.
Well, I don't. You know, not everyone is blessed with your code of ethics,
or honor, or whatever the hell you call it. We will find the truth.
Back off, MacLeod. We already have.
- Plumbing emergency. - First I heard about it.
Well, it's only just happened. It's the toilet, second-floor master.
Not very pretty, I understand. Would you mind?
I gotta check first.
That's your call, but you-know-who's not gonna be happy about you-know-what.
Thanks, Duncan. We'll keep our eyes open.
No, don't. Mr. Kingsley, you don't understand. You've got this all wrong.
It's not what it seems. Please, you don't know the whole story. Don't.
Consulate General Banner will be with you shortly.
Thank you.
Steve? Hi, there.
Yeah, hi, Duncan.
Uh, I'll see ya later. I heard you had a little bit of excitement yesterday.
Yeah, yeah. Some lunatic got shot.
I gotta go. What's your hurry?
I gotta get ready. I'm leaving. Dad's sending me home,
so I gotta pack, get my...
- I got things to do. - What's he sending you home for?
Oh, you know the old man. He gets somethin' in his head. Heh!
I gotta go, really. Gotta go. Good to see you, Steve.
Yeah. I'll see you soon.
Yeah. See ya.
- Little early for that, isn't it? - Is it?
I saw Steve in the hall.
He looked a little, um, strung out.
Understandable, I suppose.
His father was almost murdered yesterday.
Tell me, Edward. Why are you sending him home?
You know why, don't you?
Yes.
My son has done a terrible thing.
That poor man's wife. Now he's dead too.
Sending Steve home won't solve anything.
- You think that was an easy decision? - No, I know it wasn't.
Is there anybody, uh...
Did your friend have family? I want to help anyway I can.
If they needed anything, money, whatever they need. What they need is justice.
Justice. Yes, of course.
To do the right thing.
That's what we all want, isn't it?
I've always tried to do the right thing.
The life of a career diplomat, not as glamorous as it sounds.
Always traveling, different country every few years.
It's been hard on us all, but especially hard on Steve.
You know how many times I saw him in the first three years of his life?
Five times. Five times in three years.
I was a stranger in my own home.
By the time he got to know me, I was gone again.
It was worse when he came with me. He was the diplomat's son...
the boy expected to fit in everywhere,
and he wound up fitting in nowhere.
You did the best you could. Did I?
Take it from me. When your kid's on drugs,
the only thing that matters to a father is he failed.
But you didn't kill an innocent woman.
Steve borrowed the embassy car that day to go buy drugs.
He knew he wouldn't be stopped and searched.
You see, I can't help feeling that, somehow, I was behind the wheel myself.
Yeah, but you can't prepare him for life and protect him from it at the same time.
He's 24 years old, Edward, and the only person responsible for Steve's actions is Steve.
I can't do what you want. I'm not asking you to do it becauseIwant it.
It's because it's right. It's just. Easier said than done, Duncan.
I never said it was gonna be easy.
How can I send my own son to prison when I have the power just to send him home?
Willie. Get inside. What? What's going on?
What are you doing? Get inside! Now!
- Go, go! - What? What? What's going on?
Edward. Edward.
It's okay. It's okay. Duncan...
Duncan, please.
Look out for my son.
Edward. Edward!
I won't apologize for killing him.
But I am sorry I hurt you.
You came all this way to tell me that?
How considerate.
We've been friends a long time.
Let's put this behind us, move on.
And I thought you were a bigger man than that.
You killed the wrong person. Oh, you're crazy.
You murdered an innocent man. You're like a broken record.
Yeah, and you're a damn fool! Edward didn't kill Molly. Oh, yeah? Then who did?
He wasn't even driving the car! Well, it wasn't drivin' itself, was it?
His son, Steve, was driving it, damn you!
What are you talking about?
He was looking for drugs. He knew a diplomatic car wouldn't be searched.
The only thing the man you murdered was guilty of was protecting his son.
That little puke killed my Molly.
His father's dead. The family's repaid its debt. Not good enough.
Oh, it has to be, mate. Because if you go after Steve, I have to come after you.
Granted, you'll try. Nothing else you could do, no one else you could be.
That's your code, MacLeod.
But I've got a code of my own.
Allergies?
H-Hey.
I'm sorry about your father, Steve.
Uh, yeah, yeah. Thanks.
Sit down.
I gotta... I gotta go. I said, sit.
Her name was Molly, Molly Ivers.
She was born in Cornwall, 1946,
a year after the war.
You know, her mom used to say, "A child born in celebration...
would live a long and merry life."
She loved dancing...
and dark ales... Yeah.
and chocolates. Yeah, so?
So you killed her.
Get out. I just thought you'd like to know her name.
- I'll... I'll call security. - You can call whoever you wish.
But one way or another, you're gonna pay for killing Molly.
Huh! Leave me alone.
You didn't mean to kill her, did you, Steve?
You got scared.
Your father died to save your life.
It was his gift to you. Don't throw it away.
You know, I don't have to listen to this.
No, you don't. But you have to live with it.
What?
What's wrong?
If you wanna keep breathing, lock the door...
and open it to no one.
- This is a very bad idea. - Only if you try to stop me, MacLeod.
Go ahead, mate.
We were mates. That's why you live...
as long as the boy lives.
God damn you, MacLeod. Who the hell are you to say who lives or dies?
Exactly.
If I hear of the premature death of Steve Banner, I will come for you.
Understood.
Bravo. Well done.
I would've done the same for you, you know.
So, now that's all out of the way,
put 'er there, huh?
Oh, come on, pal. No hard feelings, huh?
You can't do anything to me, so why don't you just leave?
What I could do to you isn't half of what you're doing to yourself.
Now, turn yourself in, Steve. Right.
How much guilt can you handle? Molly's dead. Your father's dead.
How much coke will it take to bury them? Shut up!
Why?
You can't handle this yourself. Nobody could.
If you want any type of life at all, you have to face this.
I'll even help you with a lawyer, Steve. I'll be there for you.
Get out.
One more chance, Steve.
For what? Prison?
Redemption.
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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