Saturday morning, 3 a.m. I guess that makes it truth time.
I hate opera.
But they were your tickets.
Okay, you're really going to pull this out of me, aren't you?
Here it is.
I was trying to impress you. It's pathetic isn't it?
Beautiful, yes. Sexy, absolutely.
Pathetic? Not in this lifetime.
You said you didn't get out much.
Not lately. Well, me neither.
So, Margo, what about the other day at the Louvre?
What? The Seurat exhibit.
I thought you said he was your favorite artist.
I think I started something.
Well, you can't blame a guy for wondering.
Listen, Duncan, I love the Louvre.
I shouldn't have said anything.
I'm just out of practice, um,
with this dating thing, you know.
Practice makes perfect.
That's a good plan.
So, you get the candles, and I'll get the lights.
Okay.
- I'll get it. - I'm right here. I'll get it.
That's funny. There's no one here.
Duncan!
Look out!
Let go of me!
Who are you?
Stop it! Duncan!
No! You're hurting me. Get in the car.
Get in the car.
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
Devon Marek.
Long time, Duncan.
What are you staring at, you savage? Don't touch me.
I would've thought a man in your position would have better manners.
I do not need manners. I am Devon Marek, son of the Duke of Willoughby.
I need a surgeon. Fine. Then I'll be off.
Should only take a few days for them to find you. Wait! Wait.
I have not given you permission to leave.
I do not wish it, but you will give me aid.
I command you!
Pl-Please, help me.
That's better.
Let me see, man.
I'm afraid there's nothing anyone can do. You best make your peace with God.
I shall not die.
Yes, you will.
Are you a madman? You would bury a man not yet dead?
- You were dead. - Go fetch a surgeon.
Look to your wound.
My teacher always told me that I'd know another Immortal... even one that didn't know it.
What is this? You are a seer? A sorcerer?
No. Connor, my teacher,
told me I would always get this feeling.
The same one as I got from you, but it was different.
Didn't recognize what it was.
What you sensed was greatness.
What I sensed, you pompous ass, was immortality.
Look around you, MacLeod. I told you I'd accomplish great things.
You make toys, Marek. Get over it.
- I got your message.
You were wrong about me, MacLeod. Always.
- Was I? Then why are you hiding behind a woman? - Who's hiding?
I'm just setting the bait for the hunt.
Allow me to introduce my other guests, MacLeod.
I believe you have already met Monsieur Benoit.
The butchers of Basque: the brothers Montoya.
Over 14 years, they've combined for 57 successful kills.
And then, of course, there's our friend from the States, Mr. William Robert Shemp.
I'm sure you can call him Billy Bob. You see, all his friends do.
Mr. Shemp here is the finest bounty hunter ever to come out of the South.
He'll kill anything for a price. I mean, just ask his father.
Let's get this show on the road.
The rules are very simple, MacLeod.
Since when did you play by the rules?
They're not for me, they're for you.
There are other rules. We both know them.
In your world. In here, I write the rules, and they change with the game.
Now, today, it's hide and seek.
You see, I hide this gorgeous young creature here, and you try to find her.
Cut the games, Marek. It's me you want. I'm here.
Oh, now, where's the sport in that?
Now, of course, while you're looking for her,
my friends here will be looking for you.
Boss, we're running a little behind schedule.
This game's mine, Dice. I say when and I say how.
Right. Cue me for the start.
You... have 60 seconds to start running.
Don't be ridiculous. Face me, Marek.
Fifty-nine, 58,
-57,
56, 55, 54...
Thirteen, 12, 11,
ten, nine, eight,
seven, six,
five, four, three,
two, one.
This way. Go, go!
Dice, pay attention. Yeah. I know. I'm paying attention.
Man, I'm multitasking.
I don't get it. Well, I mean, I do... No, I don't get it.
Why are we going to the trouble of setting up a live-action simulation...
for this new game design, when we could just create a design sim on the computer?
No, really. I don't get it.
No machine could ever take the place of reality. We need an accurate simulation.
We've gotta start with something that is virtually real.
I don't believe... Oh, no. I do.
I think virtual is much cleaner than real. Much better.
We're just begging to get "Betamaxed."
Just push the buttons, Dice. Okay. No, that's fine.
But the whole simulation is flawed. This guy gets a prize if he gets out of the building.
Generica man. Big deal.
It's not like he's really running for his life or anything.
There he is!
Get after him!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Oh, man, that's hot. He got out.
That's gotta be bonus points. Gotta be. Maybe even a level change.
I can't believe he got out. Of course he did, you fool.
Now what kind of hunt would it be if it were over so quickly?
He's gotta come this way.
He's gotta be in here. Check around here.
You can't hide, MacLeod!
Shemp, did you find him?
It's all locked there. We're wasting our time.
Come on!
What the hell was that? - There he is.
Heading upstairs.
He's mine! Only if you get him first.
Well done, Duncan.
You're doing so well for a Highland savage.
I've got something else to show you, Duncan.
You can't hide forever. Let me direct your attention to the security monitors.
You can rescue her before the guard outside her door blows her brains out...
and earn 10,000 bonus points.
Or you can put your tail between your legs and run home.
You know me better than that, Marek.
Oh, man. That is way cool. You offer the hero the doors and he has to choose.
Escape and get all his lives back, or save the damsel in distress...
and earn bonus points.
I gotta tell you, boss. Until now, I never thought you were a real player.
Dice, I am the player.
She's on level G-7, MacLeod.
Really?
Thank you, Marek.
Interesting choice.
There never was a choice. You can set your watch by heroes.
Now start slowing it down and stop at Area G-7.
Outside interference. Metaforce. Very nice.
He's on his way to G-7. Who'd have figured you for...
Today is the day for settling scores, MacLeod.
You really get into this, don't you?
You know, Marek, you're beginning to try my patience.
Bye-bye.
High-five. The trashing of the camera... real anger.
Makes the character much more realistic. I never would have thought of that.
That's because your characters are just stick figures. No emotion. No passion.
And never that moment of stark fear in their eyes before they die.
You should try living in the real world for a while.
- What the hell? - Upstairs. He went up.
Yo, chief, he ain't here.
How the hell could they let him get away?
You said you didn't want it to be easy. Right.
Hey. It was just a technical analysis.
I mean, when I see something bogus, I should tell you, right?
What do you see? The whole elevator module looked too good to be real.
I could tell it was fake. Oh, really?
All right, he's on the move. He's going for her. Confirm.
- I hear you. - Me too.
Don't get in my way, boys. This one's mine.
I am totally ambushed, man. He's gonna take the bait.
They always do.
You, hunter! Stop right there!
I said stop!
This deer belongs to me.
And as you hunt it, so shall I hunt you.
Stay. This prey is mine.
Return to the duke at once.
Run, rabbit, run.
Watch it.
Hey, MacLeod.
A little of this.
Little bit of that. Then more of that.
Oh, what the hell.
Come over here. Where's he goin'?
Almost there.
Let's go. Okay.
Where are ya, boy?
Dang.
This is great, man. It's just... I'm telling you. It blows me away.
Are you telling me we lost him again?
Yeah, and the hillbilly's down. All we've got left are Spaniards.
- That's more than enough, Dice. - This is the best beta simulation I've ever seen.
I'm talking ever. Right. Where is he now?
I don't know. Maybe... Wait a minute. Oh, this is great.
I'm picking up temperature variance in the air-conditioning system.
Looks like he's in the A.C.
Montoya. Yeah?
Not you, your brother. Si?
He's in the air ducts. Run, little rabbit, run.
-Oh, God, Duncan. Thank God you're here. - You all right?
You're hurt. No, I'm fine. Let's go.
Go. What the hell is going on?
Isn't this a little late in the game to be adding a new character?
I sure as hell didn't put him in there.
It must've been me. So, I get character creation royalties?
Shut up, Dice. The next time you leave a door open I'll have your head.
Hello.
That cop was no player persona.
- You got a problem? - You really aced him.
How very observant of you.
Why is he doing this? What does he want from me?
If it's any consolation, it's not you he's after. It's me.
What did you do to him? Nothing.
Hey, I didn't sign on for this, dude.
Get back to work. You are a nut bar, and I am so outta here.
You listen to me, Dice. Now you make me a lot of money.
It would be a waste to blow those idiot savant brains all over this room.
You'd shoot me? You wouldn't shoot me.
You'd shoot me. That's better.
Now, you put your butt back in the chair,
and you be a good little geek.
Listen, I think I have the right to know. You must have done something to him.
I helped him once. Oh, well, that explains it, doesn't it?
It's a long story. Let's get out of here.
You see? There is nothing a Highland savage could teach a gentleman of swordplay.
Aye, I know. You've trained with the best swordsmen in the duke's court.
And beaten them. That is why I am sent here to mind these dreary holdings in Scotland.
When an Immortal comes for your head, he'll nay be impressed by...
your fancy, high-falutin sword work.
I shall have help. Is that not why one has retainers?
There are rules, Marek, by which you're honor-bound.
Don't bore me, MacLeod. Your rules were not made for one such as I.
They are not my rules. They're meant for all of us.
To each and every Immortal alive.
When I have my inheritance, I shall build a castle that no Immortal can penetrate.
Unless by my request.
Will that not be sport? To have a prey I can kill again and again.
There must be way too much bone in your royal head for you to understand.
There will be no inheritance, nor dukedom.
To the world that knew you, you're dead.
You have to leave this life and start a new one. Impossible.
It is only the wretch that stuck me that knows I am dead.
Aye, and all those he's told.
Water?
I'd come down for your head, MacLeod,
but it's an ugly climb, and I have other business.
Now no one shall know but you and I. I shall have my inheritance.
Then you shall have to silence me as well.
As you wish.
He's got Lord Marek.
You there! Halt!
Oh, my God. His Lordship is dead.
He's moving through skill levels faster than Yahoo on a Web site.
- He's awesome, man. - Do I detect your excitement waning, Dice,
or your loyalty? No. Yeah.
What I'm saying is he's almost here.
Let's check down here.
What are you doing? I'm calling the police.
I doubt it.
- It's dead. - Marek has control of everything.
The phones, the elevators. Security.
Oh, my God. He's insane.
Yeah, that's putting it mildly.
We're just supposed to sit here and wait for those goons to come and get us now?
Yes and no.
Duncan, I hate to interfere, but do you think this is really the time to be redecorating?
I've got an idea. Ideas are good, but guns are better.
Up on the desk. What?
Get up on the desk until I tell you it's safe.
Safe? Okay, I like safe.
Here, pull this apart while you're waiting.
Okay. Why not?
They have to be here somewhere. We're on the right floor.
I'll go this way. You go that.
I don't like this.
Like what? How easy he took out Benoit and the American.
You compare us to them? Not the Frenchman.
The americano. We could never trust them.
They are... They are... Not brothers.
Amateurs. Exactly. The million dollars was meant for us.
It's mine. I heard it first.
-Watch out. The water. -What?
What's the matter,hermano? Can't swim?
Tu eres muerto!
You okay? Um, oh yeah, I'm fine.
- You wait here. - Duncan, wait a minute. W-Where are you going?
It's better if you wait here. Oh, no you don't.
I know what I'm doing. I'm coming with you.
No. You'll be safer here.
Margo, I'm sorry about all of this.
I have to say this has been a hell of a date.
Trust me? Yeah. It's my life.
Be very careful. You're very valuable to me.
Lock the door behind me.
I think this isn't... No, I do.
I do think this isn't good.
It took you long enough. Look, guys,
you're taking this reality thing way too far.
- I lost everything because of you. - You lost nothing.
I lost my whole world, and it's taken me nearly 400 years to get it back.
But you look around, MacLeod. I've built an empire.
Well, you went to enough trouble trying to find me Marek.
All you ever had to do was ask.
Sorry, Duncan, but a girl's gotta pay the bills.
Well, he's dead. Is that your professional opinion?
Yes, it is. I wish it were that easy.
Well, you got your body. Where's the money? It's not over yet.
Look, we had a deal. Yes, and the job's not done.
What are you trying to pull? You know no one could survive a fall like that.
Yes, you're right. You're, um, absolutely right.
Y-You're supposed to be a game.
Is this real enough for you? I didn't know.
You didn't know? Yes... No. I did not. I-I didn't.
It's not my fault. It was just supposed to be a simulation.
A simulation? People are dead.
Real people. Not virtually real.
I didn't know he was playing for keeps in meat space.
How could I? Please don't kill me. It was all Marek.
He's a madman. He's gone completely postal.
Please, you've gotta help me.
Help you? You were trying to kill me.
Not you. Him.
That is me. Yes, I know. I know now.
I'm sorry.
Get out of here.
Where am I gonna go?
He's gonna find me, and then it's game over.
All right... you help me, and I'll help you.
Anything.
Get me that chair.
Welcome back to your kingdom, Marek.
- Dice? - No. No, Dice.
I'm waiting for you now, Marek.
Dice, where the hell are you? Get me off this elevator.
I thought you wanted to play?
MacLeod.
It's my game now. My rules.
Good-bye.
- I'm here, MacLeod. - Just the way it's supposed to be.
- Just you and me. - I told you before.
Your rules don't apply to me.
They do now.
Now you wouldn't kill an unarmed man, would you?
And I was telling Dice what a hero you are.
How different are we really?
Go ahead. Pick it up.
That was a really big mistake, Duncan.
You can rest assured. I wouldn't offer you the same courtesy.
Yeah, that's the difference between you and me.
You gotta admit. It would've made a great game.
You never even saw me. You got me? No dice.
No MacLeod. That's what I mean.
Not here, not on your monitors. Nowhere.
Not even in your wildest imagination. Man, I never go there.
Right.
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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