Feeding time, Henry.
I got red pills, yellow pills, big blue ones.
The works.
So, uh, who gets the Happy Meal?
Number Seven.
The chick with amnesia?
And what makes you think she won't try to bite you again, Romeo?
Because, fool, she has amnesia.
She probably don't remember.
Evening, Number Seven.
Nobody home.
Hell, girl, you don't even know where you are.
You promise not to fuss, maybe I take these off for a while.
What do you say?
Guess that's a yes. Huh?
Good.
You just relax now.
Let Jocko help you remember.
Jocko is going to take care of everything.
Can I help you?
Good.
Hey, listen. I didn't do nothing! No, no!
There's something wrong with her.
You care? She's not moving.
- So much the better.
This is an all point bulletin for the central district.
A murder at the Hospital Central for the Criminally Insane.
Suspect is Caucasian female, 5 foot 6 inches.
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
Relax. It's okay.
I-I was just... I was sleeping.
Do you live here?
No. It's not very comfortable.
What's your name?
I don't know.
How come you don't know your name?
Everybody knows their own name.
Are you sick?
Maybe I am.
Then you should go home.
Maybe I should.
Ah, the eyes. My biggest problem, always the eyes.
The claws... are not so difficult, you see.
Or even the teeth.
And these things...
show only the anger and the rage.
Easy stuff, really.
With the eyes, it is different.
The eyes are always the hardest.
And you know why, Lazlo?
No. Perhaps you, Zep.
Because the eyes alone show intelligence.
Something you wouldn't know about.
The order was simple. Yes? The objective clear.
Medicated, lying in a hospital bed.
A goddamn girl is all, and you can't even kill her and bring her to me.
But... But, General Vladic, she ran.
Oh, my. Really?
You expect her to stand and wait for a bullet...
like those miserable peasants in Karachi?
You're supposed to be soldiers!
If we were still in the field,
I would have you buried in the lime pit.
And I wouldn't waste a bullet first.
But I don't think that... Exactly!
You follow orders. I want this girl dead. I want you to bring me her body.
Start usingyoureyes to find her now.
Maybe I decide you don't need them anymore.
General Vladic, sir,
there was something wrong with her. Yes.
Yes, she's still alive. No, no, there is something more.
I don't think that she was hiding.
I don't think that she knew us.
Don't be stupid. How could she not know you?
Lazlo.
That's interesting.
It seems our little problem has amnesia.
She has no idea who she is.
Smile, Zep. It makes your job that much easier.
How? Because without her memory,
she will be forced to rely on instinct,
like an animal.
Did you ever hunt a... a big cat?
Of course not. Until I turned you into soldiers,
you couldn't flush a toilet.
A wounded animal is confused and frightened.
It goes to ground, to someplace it feels safe.
Somewhere familiar.
She's wounded.
And she will go to ground.
Here.
Are you sure this is where you wanna go, miss?
No.
Don't!
Lady, what are you, crazy or what?
Just what do you think you're doing, lady? What the hell's the matter with you?
I thought it was... a gun.
Geez, look at this thing!
It's my phone.
No, no, it's all right.
Hey.
Okay. It's all right.
Thursday.
You speak Arabic?
I guess I do.
You guess? You mean you don't know if you speak Arabic or not?
Go on. You buy something or you get lost.
A paper, theTimes. That one there.
Well?
You know, I've changed my mind. I won't take it after all.
I've got no money.
Oh, you're not calling the police, are you? Please don't call the police!
Only my brother. A moment, please. Don't call the police!
- It's nothing. I swear. - Please!
Police! Police!
Kyra.
It's me... MacLeod.
Behind you!
Kyra.
Kyra, what's going on?
Kyra, at least come out and talk to me.
Kyra?
Kyra? What was that for?
Oh! Kyra.
I'm not gonna hurt you. Kyra, what's going on?
You know me? We were friends.
Friends, then why did you chase me?
Because you ran. We were friends.
At least I thought we were.
What happened to you?
I don't know.
Five foot six. She's considered dangerous. Approach with caution.
- What did you do?
They're not after me. Now what did you do?
I don't know.
You understand? I don't know.
We'll talk about it afterwards. Come on.
It's either them or me.
Your choice, but you better make it fast.
Kyra. Kyra. Kyra.
You happy? It doesn't mean anything. Well, it's your name.
Right. That's what you keep telling me. What do you remember?
A room. A white room.
Chemicals. A hospital.
Go on. Keep trying.
What is it? Oh, my God.
There was a gun.
There was a body. There was a dead body.
What does it mean? You tell me.
I can't!
Don't you get it? I'm trying, but I can't get anything out of there.
Oh, just forget it. Just forget it!
Fine. You wanna run? Go ahead.
But where you gonna go? You've got no money. You've got no I.D.
You don't even know who you are.
I don't know who the hell you are.
Why should I trust you? Give me a reason. Give me one good reason.
Because there is no one else.
We waited all day, and she did not show.
But she will. Only a matter of time.
And when she does, you will be there.
Seems like a lot of trouble... for nothing.
She can't remember anything. Forget about her.
Sooner or later, she will remember everything and come for me.
And it's always better to be the hunter than the prey.
Always.
Ask any of them.
You mind?
God, that hits the spot.
I should hope so.
10th-century Moorish, Umayyad period.
Nice piece.
Yes, it is, but how did you know?
I don't know. How did I know?
How could I know something like that?
You're right.
Maybe I'm a history professor or an antiquities dealer.
Someone in the arts, museums, something like that?
Maybe or maybe not.
Right, the Immortal thing.
Hold on.
My name is Kyra.
And you and I have known each other... correct me if I'm wrong here, huh...
400 years.
Well, actually, it was more like 350.
Wine, innkeep. And leave the bottle.
Look, Dupin. It's one of the queen's loyal helpers.
They send a woman to do a man's job?
She'll be flat on her ass before the night is through.
Or flat on her back.
Gentlemen, I would take care how you address the lady.
- Who is he? - These are no gentlemen.
And the lady can take care of herself.
You've forgotten what it's like to be a woman.
I think you need a real man to remind you. Hmm?
What men?
All I see are a pair of miserable toads who work for the bastard Richelieu.
Cardinal Richelieu does the work of God.
Somehow I doubt God spends much of his time in the sewers of France.
Tell me, is it true Richelieu has syphilis?
'Cause if so, that's quite an accomplishment for a eunuch.
Maybe he's not a eunuch.
But you know I hear it's, um...
And what do you call Her Majesty Queen Anne, our sovereign monarch?
I can't hear you. A saint.
And Cardinal Richelieu is? Go on, say it!
A bastard.
A traitorous, stinking sewer rat of a bastard.
And don't forget it!
I take it you have no real love for Cardinal Richelieu.
You're very astute. A Scotsman, I take it.
Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. And you are?
Off to bed. Innkeep, a room for the night.
I'm afraid it has already been taken,
but I'd be happy to share it with you.
Under strictly honorable circumstances, of course.
Of course.
Here.
My share.
Get on with it.
There's only one bed.
Then there's only one sensible course of action.
You mean, kill the innkeeper?
No, I mean, you take the bed, of course.
Why, of course?
Because you're a lady.
I'm beginning to realize why the English beat the Scots.
We'll share the bed, under strictly honorable circumstances.
Oh. Ahem. Strictly honorable.
Very strictly.
You picked a fight with those two on purpose.
Tomorrow, the queen will pass by,
and none of the cardinal's men will trouble her.
I'm the queen's protector.
I'm very good at my job. Apparently.
I've never met a Scotsman before.
Tell me, are they well-armed?
What exactly do you mean?
I mean, their swords, of course. What did you think I meant?
Oh, well, your French toad-stabbers,
they're fine for some, but they're kind of puny.
You think them small?
Ach, they're hardly worth your while.
Now a Scotsman's weapon, that's another matter.
Once it gets going, there's nothing that can stop it.
Really?
Aye. Two hands to hold the thing.
I doubt you could even hold it.
Surely, you exaggerate.
No, not a wee bit.
Come to Scotland and I'll show you. Scotland?
You dinna think I could bring it in here, did you?
I mean, the bloody thing wouldn't fit through the door.
Oh, you mean your sword.
The claymore, of course.
What did you think I meant?
MacLeod?
Can you sleep?
No.
- You? - No.
Now why do you suppose that is?
I have a theory.
Shall I tell ya?
Is it strictly honorable?
Show me then.
If you expect me to believe that,
then you're the one who should have been in the hospital.
I think I'll take my chances alone.
There's a birthmark on your thigh.
Left leg. It's... inside.
Shaped like a small butterfly.
Turn around.
Oh, my God!
So, you and me were really...
I mean, we were lovers?
You were somebody I could...
Please, I've got to know.
Once. Just one night.
We were... friends.
But I haven't seen you in over 100 years.
Can't have been much of a night then.
Oh, I don't know.
I remember it.
Okay, maybe you knew me,
but all that other stuff.
I just don't buy it.
What's this?
Stop it!
It's really true, isn't it?
All of it.
So, why can't I remember?
I had friends, a life, people that loved me.
How can you forget your whole life?
It's called hysterical amnesia.
When your mind can't handle things, it just shuts down.
The good news is it's not permanent. You'll get your mind back.
What if I don't want my memory back?
What I if really killed those people?
You.
It's time to go.
Now, I really wish you wouldn't do that.
What if you fell?
You know I'll only bounce.
But anyway, I prefer the view from in here.
We're going to the countryside.
You won't be in international court anymore.
No more microphones. No more threats. No more reporters.
Good God, how will we spend our time?
Leave the diversions to me.
You've earned it after six months on the bench.
Six months or six years would have been worth it.
Vladic is going to prison for the rest of his life.
He's an Immortal, Richard. It won't be forever.
If I'd had my way... I know, you would have had his head.
But his crimes were against humanity,
and humanity's punished him.
I know. Look, for a month, we forget all that, huh?
No more courtrooms. No more criminals.
And no guns?
Not even a small one.
The only problem...
Running out of champagne.
Or oysters.
Or Black Sea caviar.
Um, weren't we leaving?
Practice.
No.
Don't move.
Hello?
Always late, huh?
Yeah, just a second. I'm coming.
Yes, he is. We were just about...
Sorry. What did you say?
When? Richard!
- No!
I should have known.
I should have been ready.
Looking for me?
Mine's a .44, modified.
Go right through you.
Probably kill your partner too.
Of course, I'm only a girl.
Might lose my nerve.
Might even miss.
What have you got there?
Jesus. But not this time.
Take that back to Vladic and tell him I wanna see him. Go!
And she shot him through the door!
What the enemy least expect. A good tactic.
It's better this way.
How?
Because now she will come to me.
Now we fight on my terms, on my ground.
And this time I will kill her.
Call.
Tell her we meet at the observatory.
What time?
Doesn't matter. We'll already be there.
So, you're back.
What about all that happened in the papers?
Not me. His name is Vladic.
Milos Vladic?
He called genocide military victories.
And after the trial, the chief judge was murdered.
Albright. Richard.
Richard was his name.
Did you ever meet someone truly good, MacLeod?
Someone who didn't want money or power or glory?
Somebody beyond temptation and corruption?
You were his bodyguard.
I did a hell of a job, didn't I?
And there's more?
That's how it started.
God, I loved him.
Richard believed, MacLeod.
Believed like... like nobody I've ever met before.
Justice, compassion...
they were his gods.
Being with him was like being inside a warm, bright light.
For 10 years, MacLeod.
I wanted it never to stop.
And then, somebody stopped it.
Do you know what that feels like?
Yeah, I do.
MacLeod, if I don't come back from this, and you run into Vladic...
I'll make it a point.
Thanks.
Nice shooting. What?
But then you like it when they can't get away, don't you?
Oh, yes.
Especially when they're judges. It's so much better.
Move!
Wait. Wait!
Are you sorry? What?
Are you sorry for what you've done?
Sorry is for a woman, children and sheep.
I sorry for nothing.
Then I won't be either. Wait.
What are you doing?
Zep?
Tovick, report.
I'm sorry, but all scumbags are currently unavailable.
Where in the hell are you?
Imagine, a big general like you,
a real war hero,
and those two are the best you could come up with?
There's no one home, Vladic.
You're lost. You're alone.
How does it feel?
No more guns.
No more psychopaths to do your dirty work.
Just you and me... and this.
You had your chance, your courts, your judges.
No one had the will or strength to stop me.
Vladic is still here.
Yes, that was my big mistake,
but I'm here to fix that.
Your mistake was coming here. A woman trying to do a soldier's job.
A soldier? Is that what you call yourself?
I was a soldier for a thousand years.
You're no soldier.
You're a butcher.
It's good to see you.
It wasn't the justice Richard believed in,
but it was justice.
It'll have to do.
What about the police? They'll still want you for questioning.
I'll keep moving,
keep looking around.
There's always someone who needs protection.
You know how it is.
Kyra, if you ever need anything...
Thanks.
But the lady can take care of herself.
I remember.
So do I.
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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