I never saw that riposte coming.
Lucky, I guess. No.
That was more than luck, but I appreciate the lie.
We haven't been formally introduced.
I'm Armando Baptista. Duncan MacLeod.
Baptista. Didn't you fence for Argentina in the '84 Olympics?
And you? You fenced for?
I gave up my amateur standing a long time ago. Really?
How about lunch, MacLeod?
Oh, I have a few errands to run. Oh, please.
The least you can do is allow me to lose graciously, no?
What do you say? My home, two hours?
Why not?
I leave you my card at the door. Okay, I'll see you later.
Good-bye.
I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
I don't think we've been introduced.
Now we have.
You're not my business, but if you ever get in my way again,
you will be.
Oh, my lucky day.
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 didn't get into this business to make friends.
This is my paper. If he's corrupt, I have to print it.
People are dead because of him.
We have to shut him down.
Well, find a second source. Yes.
Well, pay him, if you have to,
but nail it down, eh? Papa?
Princess, please. I'm on the phone.
I hate my new school.
Si? Un momento. Un momento.
Mia, honey. The schools in Europe, they are wonderful, no?
But I don't like it there. I wanna go home.
Mia, this is an important call. I have to talk to him.
Why don't you take Maxime and go and play, and we talk later, yeah?
Okay. Okay.
He's this way, on the patio.
You made quite an impression this morning. Nice place he's got here.
Baptista must sell a lot of newspapers.
Enough.
Hello. That's Mia, Senor Baptista's daughter.
I don't care who he knows in Congress.
They'll come after us, we'll go after them.
It's all part of the game, no?
But we print it. Si.Front page.
Eh? Well, tell those bastards they know where to find me.
I think they already have.
- What? - Found you.
You're telling me that an assassin, a woman, was trying to kill me with this arrow?
It's a crossbow bolt. It's not an arrow.
And it's designed to kill.
And exactly how did you find it?
Just lucky again, Mr. Baptista. Just lucky.
- Katya! - Mia!
Oh! Little Mia. Ooh! Sweetie, I missed you so much.
I missed you too.
You're so sweet. You look lovely. Is this a new dress? It's beautiful.
I have a new puppy. See? He's a corgi.
Oh, wow. He's so cute.
You know, the queen has exactly the same kind of dogs.
I knew that. Makes him kind of royal, don't you think?
Yeah. Yeah? Mia, sweetie,
where's your father?
We fence, I invite you to lunch,
and you turn up with a story right out of, eh, Mission Impossible.
And I'm not supposed to be skeptical, eh?
Skeptical is fine. Stupid isn't.
I'm not stupid, Mr. MacLeod...
or gullible.
- It's her. - What?
She's here.
Mia. Mia's down there.
There was a woman here. Did you see her?
This is important. Did you see anyone? You're scaring her.
It's all right. It's okay. Don't be scared.
She was here. Mia, did you see anyone?
Just me and Maxime. Okay.
Come. We'll go back to the house.
Lunch is over. Come.
Who are you?
The name is Katya.
- You should've gotten out while I gave you the chance. - That was a chance?
If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead.
Maybe.
Why are you trying to kill Armando Baptista?
Because he killed Elena!
Who's Elena?
She was my daughter.
Taxi! I found Elena Moreno in Buenos Aires.
Millions of people, and she was alone, barely surviving.
She was only six years old.
You should've seen her.
She was tiny, starving, begging for scraps,
living on other people's garbage.
There was something in her eyes,
something that reached out and grabbed my soul.
All she knew was her name and that her parents didn't want her.
I couldn't walk past her.
Sometimes, I would make-believe that she was part of my own flesh and blood.
And maybe because I could never have children of my own,
I wanted to be the best mother in the world.
I wanted to give her back some of what she had given me.
I watched her grow up.
She was beautiful.
And when she was old enough, I told her the truth about me.
We kept moving so that the world wouldn't know I wasn't getting any older.
I went from being her mother to being her older sister, to her younger sister,
but she was always my little girl.
Si. Muy bien.
I came to her home one night.
Armando Baptista had shot my beautiful baby.
Elena!
No, senora... Get out of my way!
Mama. Elena.
You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be all right. Okay? You'll be fine.
I feel bad. Am I dying?
No, baby. I'm not gonna let you die. You're gonna be fine, okay?
- Mama? - Yes?
Mama, stay with me.
- I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. - Stay with me.
No!
Why didn't you go to the police?
Oh, there were police and a judge and a jury,
but in places like Argentina, a man with important friends... He walked.
Mortal law failed, MacLeod,
but I won't.
My little girl will have justice.
I'm sorry if that man scared you, Mia, this afternoon.
You like playing with your new dog?
Maxime is not just a dog. He's a royal dog.
Oh. Because you own him?
No, silly. Because the queen of England has lots of them.
Really? Who told you that?
It's a secret.
I see. Oh.
Did the queen ask you not to tell?
No?
The king?
No. I, uh... I give up, Mia.
Aunt Katya...
Mia, when did you see Aunt Katya?
I wasn't supposed to tell.
The man was right?
She was here? This afternoon?
Jos?. Yes, senor.
Katya's in town. Find her and dig up all you can on Duncan MacLeod.
Okay, sir.
Mia, come. Come. Let's go.
I'm a busy man, MacLeod. I don't have the time. Make the time.
I don't think so. The door is this way, senor.
Elena Moreno. Jos?.
Show Mr. MacLeod into the office,
but first, make sure he's comfortable.
He said comfortable.
Before we discuss Elena, let's talk about you.
There's nothing to talk about.
You'd be surprised.
Duncan MacLeod, born in Glasgow in 1962,
at St. Alistair's Hospital,
which burned down in 1966,
conveniently destroying all the original records.
Your parents, John and Mary,
die in a car accident when you were still a child.
So, you are raised by a maiden aunt in America.
Judith. I still miss her.
Mm. But she dies of a stroke when you're 17.
It's amazing how everyone who knew you as a child seems to be, eh,
unreachable... or dead.
It's a sad story.
Was it Oscar Wilde who said, "Losing one parent is a tragedy."
"And losing both is carelessness." Oscar was a cynic.
And you, Mr. MacLeod, are a liar.
I've been in the newspaper business all my life.
I can smell a fake, and you, my friend, stink.
She's out there and she's coming.
And there's nothing you can do to stop her.
Why is my life so important to you, eh?
All life is important to me, Mr. Baptista,
even Elena Moreno's.
Why did you kill her?
Elena and I had been married for ten years.
Ramon Castillo had been my right arm for nearly as long.
Ah. Ramon. I have the final itinerary.
Paris, Nice, Rome,
Venice... Nine cities in 12 days?
You tryin' to kill me, eh? I have to keep the advertisers happy.
Ah. I think I taught you too well, no?
What time is the car coming?
I'm driving myself to the airport,
so we have a little time. Good.
Now, you're sure that it's okay if Mia stays with me tonight, right?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
The, uh, housekeeper will be with her during that dinner thing I have to attend, but...
she'll be asleep by then anyway.
She's been looking forward to it for weeks.
I'll be fine.
You look great. You mind if I help myself?
No, not at all.
I think we need more ice. Katya, a little help?
- Sure. What, for ice? - Yes, please.
Okay.
How could you do that to me?
Do what?
Put the moves on Ramon like that.
Me? It's not my fault he can't keep his hands to himself.
Just stay away from him.
Elena, what are you doing?
Ramon makes me feel beautiful.
He makes me feel young.
Some of us can't stay 27 forever.
Does Armando know?
Mama, I've only one short life.
Let me live it.
Please, be careful, Elena,
and-and think of Mia.
You know he'll find out.
They always do.
Ramon, how could you do this to me?
I can't believe it.
Pictures don't lie. I'm sorry, senor. Want to see more?
No.
Are you all right?
- Arman... No!
I telephoned for an ambulance,
but she died on the way to the hospital.
- I loved her. - So much that you killed her?
You weren't there. You didn't see them.
Castillo was my prot?g?. He was like a brother to me.
With my wife. So, they had to die because you got your feelings hurt?
No! There was no thought, no plan. The courts understood.
It was a crime of passion.
It was murder, and you beat it.
Did I?
You have any idea what it's like to see my little daughter's face every day?
See her mother looking back at me?
She has no idea how her mother died.
Yes, but she will, because Katya's not going away.
What does she want me to do, kill myself? Eh?
Tell me. Tell me.
How can I kill my little girl's father when I've already killed her mother?
Huh? I haven't come here to tell you what to do...
or how to live your life.
That's your choice.
Come in.
Where are they? Disneyland?
Armando's disappeared and taken my granddaughter with him.
- You hungry? - What?
I've got some fresh basil in the fridge and, uh,
I've got some parmigiana, too.
I've got some extra virgin olive oil somewhere.
I hope there's some pine nuts.
- MacLeod? - Hmm?
I need answers.
Pesto's no good without pine nuts.
Now, what about the wine? I say we go with the red.
French or Italian. What do you think?
Hmm? French.
You know, I came here thinking I might have to kill you.
You don't get out much, do you?
Not lately, no.
Too busy being the sword of justice?
Don't joke. I'm not.
Why are you protecting him?
It's not about him.
You ever raise a child, MacLeod?
Do you ever wish that you had? Katya,
killing's not the answer.
What about revenge? The emptiness you feel...
won't be filled by anger, or revenge, or hate.
Armando's death would just leave you feeling emptier,
and I don't think you need to feel emptier.
I think you need to feel life.
Your life.
Oops. Close and...
Oops.
And for Elena.
So, how old are you, really? Well,
next birthday, I'll be, uh, 406.
You're pretty smart, for a kid.
Good morning.
Every time I close my eyes I see them.
Who?
The jury.
They thought Armando's precious honor was more valuable than my daughter's life.
- That's the system. - No, it was his jury. Twelve men, good and true.
I've seen it before.
A little piece for me there, sweetie.
Sorry, Quigley. Rolf says you've got to pay for what you've already drunk.
Besides, one more mug, and Mistress Quigley's gonna come fetch you home in a cart.
You wouldn't want that to happen again, would you?
No. Go on, then.
No. Come on. Off you go.
You go home now and sleep it off.
Go on.
After the money!
Alesman, there's gold in it for you.
- Clear the house. - Out! Everybody!
What is he doing?
I waited.
All night I waited,
and you never came.
I told you I wouldn't.
Katya, I love you.
I want to be with you so badly it makes me burn...
like fire.
I can't. I can't.
No more hiding in empty barns...
and midnight meetings.
I won't be the nobleman's whore any longer.
Now that is not true. That is not true!
Who says these things?
But itistrue.
William, I want a family, children,
but Iwon'tlet them grow up the way I did, without a father.
I love you. You know that,
but I...
I'd rather marry the poorest goatherd in the land,
than bear the bastards of Lord William of Godfrey. I'll talk to my father.
- I will make it right. - There's nothing you can do.
There'snothing you can do.
Someone like you...
and someone like me...
It'll never happen.
No.
Good-bye, William.
I don't care how many harlots you keep or how many bastards you sire!
But you will keep them secret!
And you will keep them hidden! And by God,
you will keep them out of sight of your mother.
She is not a harlot. Ha!
I am going to marry her.
Oh. When will you grow up, William?
Think of your inheritance. Think of your title.
Are you gonna throw all that away...
on a tavern whore?
- I love her!
And if you disinherit me, Father,
you'll have to leave the kingdom to your brother Leopold.
Leopold, hmm? That idiot?
I'd rather burn it to the ground.
The tavern whore or your brother Leopold.
Which is it to be, Father?
Ah, my son, my son.
You give me no choice.
He, uh...
He said yes.
Yes?
Yes. It's impossible.
No, it's a miracle.
He-he... He, uh... He wants to meet you.
Tonight, at dinner.
Oh, no. I-I-I can't. What?
All those highborn people. I mean, what would I wear?
My father's already thought of that.
This dress is my mother's, and he wants you to have it.
Oh, for heaven's sake! I feel like I'm dreaming!
It's true.
Your Lordship, Katya of Greenhill.
Good evening, Your Lordship.
I was expecting William. My son...
has been unavoidably detained.
Let us proceed with the evidence.
Bring on the witnesses!
Evidence?
Witnesses? Your Lordship, what is this about?
Mrs. Quigley,
come forward.
You have testified that a week ago,
that woman passed your house,
and gave it the evil eye.
Since then, two of your best milking cows have dried up.
And now, your husband has taken to unnatural walks,
calling out this witch's name.
Witch? I'm no witch.
Quigley, you would also swear to this?
No! It's not true.
Alesman, come forward.
You have also testified...
that you have seen her mixing potions and spells in the shed behind the alehouse,
spells she used to bewitch William of Godfrey.
Rolf! You're my friend.
This witch has employed...
her unnatural powers to seduce my son.
Look!
She even wears his mother's dress to allure him!
Only someone in league with Satan could tempt William...
to desire such a baseborn wench.
No! There is no witchcraft!
William loves me as I love him.
- I swear I am innocent, Your Lordship. - Silence!
You will be taken to the quarry at dawn,
and there you will be stoned until you are dead!
No, Your Lordship! No!
And that is a fitting end...
to a devil's whore!
No! I beg you! I am innocent!
- Take her away! - No! I beg you!
No! I'm innocent! Let me go!
Rolf! Don't let them do this to me!
William!
I went out to dinner, expecting to be treated like a young bride,
and I woke up in a charnel pit,
Immortal.
Men's justice, Duncan.
Katya, it's not all men.
I don't want to kill all men,
just one. Katya...
Katya.
Jos?, make sure the place is locked up tight.
I don't want any surprises from Katya, eh? Yes, senor.
Is this about his guilt... or yours?
Stay out of my way, Duncan.
You were a good mother. There's nothing you could have done to stop it.
I can end it. Katya...
The only way you're gonna stop me is to kill me.
I haven't come to kill you or to stop you.
Just to tell you that if you do this, it'll never heal.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Let it go.
Katya.
Jos?! Jos?!
He won't be coming.
Isn't this the same kind of gun you used to kill Elena?
For God's sake, Katya, what do you want from me?
I want you to die.
Don't you think I would do anything to have her back?
I was crazy that night. It was not my fault!
They knew that at the trial.
Then I think it's time we had another trial.
Pick it up.
I said, "Pick it up."
I'm giving you one chance, Armando.
Right now, you and me.
Katya, this is insane!
Papa!
Mia! Go away.
Go away! Get out! Princess, please, go.
It's okay.
Take care of her.
Mia loves him.
Maybe I should never have told her.
Maybe I destroyed any chance Elena had to be happy. I don't know.
All I know is that I have to go away and sort this stuff out.
You gave her a life, a mother,
a love she would never have known without you.
Yeah. You know,
I always wondered why we could never have children.
I used to think it was a curse, but...
it's not.
We lose friends, and we lose lovers.
It always hurts.
But no one should ever have to lose a child.
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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