He is immortal.
Born in the Highlands of Scotland, 400 years ago.
He is not alone. There are others like him.
Some good, some evil.
For centuries, he has battled the forces of darkness...
with holy ground his only refuge.
He cannot die unless you take his head and with it, his power.
In the end, there can be only one.
He is 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
Violence continues to stalk...
the suffering civilians of this one-peaceful mountain region...
as the warring factions continue to hammer at each other.
The only hope for the people of this shattered land...
is a truce between rebel leader Paul Karros...
and the better-armed forces of President Bourchek.
Even as a U.N.-inspired arms embargo tightens its hold on the isolated rebels,
Mr. Karros vows to continue the struggle...
until some kind of victory is achieved.
Come on! Let's get outta here!
Move! Let's get outta here!
Wars and revolution...
have their own pacing, Myra, their own time.
The question is not if we will win, but when.
The city is falling around our ears, and you still believe that?
Well, how can I lead these men and believe anything else?
60 minutes?Have you heard anything from them? No.
Well, get on it! I need to get on that show and talk about the arms embargo!
It's imperative! They want fact, Paul, not poetry.
They want to know how men armed with rifles are going to defeat Bourchek's tanks.
These men are capable of more heroism than you can imagine!
All they need is the proper motivation.
My motivation!
Come on!
Who is he?
Their motivation.
Do you know who this is? This is one of Bourchek's secret police.
And look, a colonel!
Is this what you fear?
Are you still afraid?
The men you face tomorrow are just like him,
and they die just as easily.
To victory. To victory.
To victory! To victory! To victory! To victory!
Well, I think that, thanks to Father Stefan,
the congressman has begun to see things our way.
Mr. Karros, I'm Alan Mason, KHI TV.
Will the congressman vote to end the arms embargo?
The congressman is a man of peace. He'll vote his conscience.
I've heard stories about Karros all over Africa, Central America.
They say he can turn villagers into Green Berets in a couple of weeks.
How long have you known him?
A while. Oh, so you're not gonna tell me about him?
Probably not. You're a real public library, MacLeod.
It's rumored that the truce was broken...
by your attack on a tank battalion.
Mr. Mason, you seem to be a reasonably intelligent man.
Would you charge a tank with a pistol?
My people are brave, but they aren't fools.
They fight for peace. The truce was broken by Bourchek.
Why would Bourchek break the truce? What did he hope to gain?
The annihilation of our people.
You called Bourchek the aggressor.
But aren't you doing the same thing?
Mr. Karros? My friend, I've been cast into the role of a warrior.
Those who know me know me as... a man of peace.
Viva la revolucion!
Wake up, Mac. Let's celebrate.
Tomorrow we'll be in Queretaro, and all of Mexico will be ours.
Not our, Karros. Theirs.
Okay, theirs. What's the difference?
We're on the same side, aren't we? Which side is that?
The side of justice, glory.
Maximilian has been trying to abdicate and go home to Austria for two years.
He's a puppet. I think he'd go home on his own if we'd let him.
I never thought you'd change.
You know that? Duncan MacLeod,
the pacifist.
You were never a slave. So?
So, life was the property of the Roman Empire.
I was a gladiator, trained to die...
for the frivolous amusement of Romans.
You must've been a great disappointment to 'em.
Oh, I was a hell of a disappointment.
See, they had choked on me and Spartacus.
He was a Thracian, like me. Did I ever tell you that?
Yeah, several times. Spartacus was a great leader, Mac.
He convinced a bunch ofslaves...
that they could defeat the Roman Empire.
Ninety thousand of us ended up with him.
Yeah, all of which were crucified, burned or hung.
They died free.
Spartacus may be gone, Mac,
but I still hear his voice and I carry his fight.
Be careful when you hear voices from the past, Paul.
Time can make you a liar.
Rapido. Rapido.
My leg's broken.
Come on, just a little further. Right here.
Gracias. There.
Keep the tourniquet tight and try to keep the wound clean.
How goes the battle?
I think we're winning.
I wonder if they'll be celebrating.
Here. I'm sorry.
I am very tired.
You have a right to be.
When I was at the university, I'd heard about the price...
the peasants were paying for the revolution.
I was sure their freedom was worth dying for.
And now?
His name is Juan. He's a miner in San Juan del Rio.
That's Julio and his girlfriend Maria.
I think if you ask them if they could choose to fight,
knowing that they might die, they would.
They're so young. What good is being free if you're dead?
Maybe they believe there's some things worth fighting for.
Like our revolution? Would you die for our revolution, senor?
I have to go.
What is your name?
Duncan MacLeod.
I'm Elda Gutierrez.
Vaya con Dios, Duncan MacLeod.
Bourchek says that you lead your men to suicide in order to get into the evening news.
Mr. Bourchek's a liar. He lies to his army.
He lies to his people. Why shouldn't he lie to you?
If he wants peace, let him come to the table.
We've endured much at the hands of Bourchek.
Our homes are destroyed, our women taken, our men shot in the street,
and the world sat by and watched.
That may all change, thanks to men like Father Stefan.
If the embargo is lifted, Bourchek will be forced to negotiate...
and I'll embrace him with open arms.
Get down!
Father. After him!
Someone get an ambulance, quick!
Okay, what's going on?
Pulse is 130 and shallow.
He's in shock. He's moist and cool. What's hanging?
- Two large IV's. - What's his name?
-Stefan Metullo. - He's a priest.
Okay, Father, you hang tight. You're gonna be okay now.
Come on! Let's go! Get him typed. Let's move it!
That bullet chopped up his liver pretty bad.
Come on, people. He's not gonna make it.
Dr. Foster to E.R., stat.
Doctor, so how is he?
Well, he's been better. Are you saying he's alive?
Don't look so surprised. I've had four shootings today, and I'm three for four already.
Doctor, when will the press be able to speak to him?
The press?
I'd let Father Stefan make it through intensive care...
before you start booking a speaking tour for him.
Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Mac.
Myra Leonin, Duncan MacLeod.
Pleasure. If we had this man on our side,
we wouldn't need an army.
You and me against an army, Karros.
You must've gotten better since the last time we met.
Yes, maybe both of us have.
We're both still around, aren't we?
Myra's been with me since the beginning.
She was one hell of a reporter in the capital...
until Bourchek's artillery leveled the building...
and killed the publisher.
Sometimes a free press means free to be murdered.
Hmm. You know, I served some time down in El Salvador,
just around the time you were working that neck of the woods.
That was another war. Seems like such a long time ago.
I take it we were on different sides?
Oh, I was an advisor. Mostly, I tried not to be on a side.
No, there was no up or down in that one.
There's always a right and a wrong.
At least that's what the spin doctors want you to believe.
MacLeod, you know, maybe you've changed more than I thought.
It's not like you to leave a friend standing with an empty glass.
You with an empty glass-- This is exactly like the old days.
Thank you.
For what?
For helping Father Stefan today.
Well, look, um, where are you staying?
A man from my country made his fortune here.
Two days ago the world was crumbling around me,
and now I'm staying in a mansion.
Yeah, I remember how weird it was to come home.
One day I'm ducking bullets in El Salvador,
and the next day I'm drinking beer in my buddy's basement.
But I'm still ducking Bourchek's bullets.
If he got to us here, it would send a strong message back home.
We'll just have to make sure he doesn't get a chance to send another message.
- More wine? - Why not?
Maybe you're right, Mac--
giving up the life of a warrior,
opting for all this comfort.
The boredom in my life would kill you.
I haven't led a cavalry charge in years.
Remember the old days when all you needed was the right cause,
a good horse and a good blade?
Now an army is run on money, high-tech weapons.
There's no passion, Mac.
It was always about money. Don't you remember?
Why don't you come back with us, Mac?
Maybe two old relics like us can lay Bourchek to rest...
faster than one of us.
I'm not looking for any new fights.
As it is, some of the old ones won't leave me alone.
You already have the press on your side.
It's only a matter of time till Bourchek negotiates.
No. Never.
I'll never negotiate with men like that.
Never.
My glass is empty again.
So it is.
Tomorrow we call out the dogs, Myra.
Let's see what kind of play we get from the media on the shooting.
You don't have to look so happy about that.
Myra, I'm worried about Father Stefan too,
but I'm not gonna let it stop me from using it to get to the truth about Bourchek.
How about the truth that our people attacked those tanks?
The truth is it was necessary.
Was it? Yes, it was.
I don't expect you to understand,
but someday you'll learn that sometimes you need to lose a battle...
to win a war.
Excuse me. We're talking about truth?
And something else.
You never confuse people with what they don't need to know.
Didn't Bourchek say that?
Karros.
I knew it. I'll meet you there.
Who was it? It's one of our people.
He's got proof of Bourchek's involvement.
I'll come with you. No, you'll wait here.
I'll be back.
Anthony?
Have you read the evening newspapers? We made the front page.
Yeah. The priest was supposed to die.
It's not my fault he lived. Blame the doctors.
See these munitions here?
Cost me an awful lot of money.
Now, I needed a dead priest to push Congress into stopping the arms embargo.
I did what I was told. I want my money.
You want your money?
I'll give you your money.
Here's your money. Count it.
It's all here.
No!
Are you the guy the police sent to look at the shooter?
Yeah. Detective Gord's late.
You know what they say about cops when you need them.
Every stiff tells a story.
We've got a whole encyclopedia down here tonight.
Oh, sorry. Licorice. Do you want some? No. Thanks.
Shootings. Stabbings.
We've even got a "natural causes" somewhere.
But this one is really something.
Hope you're decent.
I hear he shot a priest.
No wonder someone was mad at you.
Ah, but he's been good as gold for us down here.
It's a joke.
Oh, uh, any idea on who he is?
I think I heard a name. Dourcef. Yes, Anthony Dourcef.
He's from out of town-- Europe somewhere.
- The Balkans? - Yes, that's the place!
Thanks.
But don't you want to see the interesting part? Uh, no.
It's not every day we get something like this.
What do you mean?
I mean cut, sliced, like a tomato.
Neat job too.
See the severing all along there?
Bet you're sorry you messed with a priest, aren't you?
Bet he is.
Morning, Detective Gord.
I was just telling-- Uh, it's him.
No, this wasn't war. This was murder.
A murder of the cloth,
a man who wanted only peace,
paid for by President Bourchek.
And our people will never forget what he did to Father Stefan...
nor forgive... nor surrender.
Viva la revolucion!
That was close.
Not close enough.
Paul, no! There might be soldiers!
This is the emperor's private guard,
and they were leaving.
You know what that mean? Yeah, it means it's over.
The capital is wide open. Let's take it, Mac.
Forget it, Paul. The capital was gonna fall anyway.
We're through here. Like hell we are.
Paul, it's their victory. Let 'em have it.
We've won, Mac. Why did we come here?
I've done what I came to do. It's their revolution.
No. It's my revolution.
- The emperor's finished, Paul.
- Do you need to see him die by your own eyes? - No, Mac. With my own hands.
- Paul! No!
Adios, amigos.
Elda! Let me get you out of here.
No, please. No. No.
I've seen enough wounds to know that I'm dying.
Just don't leave me, please.
I won't.
I thought this only happened to the peasants.
Maybe you should ask me if I would do it again.
I would.
Viva la revolucion!
Vaya con Dios,Elda.
Vaya con Dios.
As I told you before, this was no random act of violence.
This was no accident. This was murder.
Oh, look, it's the vultures. They're here.
Would somebody please tell me, who rang the dinner bell?
I called this press conference. Ah.
This is Dr. Anne Lindsey, the esteemed surgeon who saved his life.
I'm Paul Karros, Doctor. You could be St. Francis of Assisi,
and I still would not let you turn my hospital into a zoo.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, it's a bit early for happy hour, so please go.
Doctor, Father Stefan would want the world to know. He's one of our people.
News flash, Mr. Karros. Now he's one of my people.
I barely got him through, and I will not lose him so you can get the free airtime.
Will somebody please call security?
Doctor, do you know what you are doing?
Yes, I do, and I happen to know exactly what you're doing too.
And I'm sure as hell not gonna let that happen to my patients.
Hi, guys. Would you please clear this floor now? I want everybody out.
Listen to me. There's a martyr dying in there--
Not if I can help it, Mr. Karros.
Come on.
I'm sure I'll see you on the news.
Let's go. Come on.
I said everybody. Oh, you mean me?
Oh, unless you're the one with the special dispensation from the Pope.
Oh, well, I must have left it in my other pants.
We have a wonderful hearing specialist upstairs.
You want a referral? Pardon?
Forget it. Get out. Go.
Charlie, come on in.
Thanks. Uh, sorry to bother you.
It's all right. You're not.
Uh, writer's block?
Something like that.
Well, Karros is not here, but if you want to wait--
Ah, well, um, look.
I came to offer my help.
To Karros? What sort of help?
The kind he can use. Hands like weapons. It's what I do, Myra.
Karros might need somebody to watch his back.
Maybe someone to watch yours too.
Thanks, but I'm not that important.
Maybe to some people you are.
Charlie, are you coming on to me?
Me?
Yeah, maybe I am. I guess you and Karros are--
Are you and Karros--
You mean, uh, are we lovers? Is that what you're asking?
Yeah, I guess I am.
No. There was a time that we could have been,
but Paul's only love is the revolution.
Excuse me.
Mrs. Leonin, Mason, KHI.
What's Mr. Karros's response to the news?
What news?
So what you're telling me is that you agree with that doctor. Is that it?
You were pushing it, Paul. It's been known to happen.
Well, Stefan wouldn't have given it a second thought.
If he was conscious, he'd call that press conference himself.
But he's not conscious. He's hanging on by a thread.
You're getting soft, Mac. Maybe you've lost your fire.
I haven't lost it. I just don't let it eat me up anymore.
Or anyone else.
What are we talking about here, Mac?
What we're talking about is Bourchek's claim that your side attacked his tanks.
And you believe Bourchek? You believe Bourchek against me?
I know you, Paul.
I've seen you send men with knives against machine guns,
unarmed men against cavalry.
I was there, remember? Yeah.
Then you should know I never force them.
I inspire them.
Yeah, well, they died, Paul, and they're still dying.
Maybe so. It's better than seeing them live like sheep.
The police have found the man who shot Father Stefan.
I saw him. He was killed by a sword.
You save your suspicion for Bourchek, Mac.
He's the butcher.
I thought you wanted all the press coverage you could get.
- Not now, Mac. - Karros!
Well, here's your chance.
The whole world's finally watching.
Bourchek.
What are you doing here?
Taking up your challenge, Karros,
to begin the process that will create peace in our country.
Join me.
Champagne.
We got a lot to celebrate.
I hope you're right.
What do you mean? I saw Bourchek holding out his hand.
The man's offering peace.
You can't trust him.
One hand offers peace, the other stabs you.
Paul's sure it's a P.R. trick, the way to get Congress on his side.
But what if it's not?
It's too much to hope for.
I've been at war for too long.
I don't think I'd know how to be at peace.
There's so much to do, so much... to rebuild.
Have you ever been to the Balkans, MacLeod?
Not recently.
Why? Are you thinking of going?
Yeah, maybe.
Karros thinks the truce offer is bogus.
What's this about?
It's about doing something important with your life.
Well, there are other ways.
Yeah, maybe. But maybe this is the one for me.
You're serious.
Yeah, I think I am.
Karros can use me.
I'm sure he will.
What's that supposed to mean?
Some people aren't what they seem, Charlie.
So? So watch yourself around Karros.
Look, if you got a beef with Karros, that's between you and him.
Me? I think he's fighting the good fight.
Want another beer? No.
Ready. Aim.
No, Paul. Don't.
You can't do this.
You don't have to do this, Paul. You've won.
They would've done the same thing to us if they had won.
No, look. They're not the government.
They're not the opposition. They're just boys in uniform.
They chose their side. This is what war comes to every time.
- Remember? - No, don't!
Sorry, Mac. It's war.
Owner, wine.
Where is he?
That dog. He's probably out celebrating.
He's dead, Paul.
Well, we'll celebrate anyways. Celebrate what?
With who? Look around you. All our friends are dead. What have we won?
Freedom. For a bunch of dead men?
They died nobly.
The war was won!
How many children would still have their fathers if we talked peace a few days ago?
Well, now they don't have to talk at all. Really?
It's the price of war. Just war. It's worth it. "Worth it."
And a hundred years ago, you'd have agreed with me. Probably!
But now I think the noblest thing a man can do is live.
So, what is this all about?
It will just take a minute.
Ah, you're back! Do you want the whole tour?
Uh, no. Just the guy you showed us yesterday.
Quite. Cut to the chase. That's my motto.
Visitors.
Do you know him?
Nothing personal, I'm sure.
Myra. Leave me alone.
I'm not asking you to tell the police.
I'm asking you to tell me. He worked with you, didn't he?
A dead priest will get the attention of the media.
If something like this came out--
It could destroy everything that you've worked for.
Paul.
Myra.
They told me you were here. Yeah. I have a meeting with a congressman.
We don't want our friends to forget us.
We'll need them more than ever when Bourchek's peace offer is withdrawn.
What if heis serious, Paul?
Your idealism is very refreshing, Myra.
Peace with Bourchek will not come about unless he's dead or exiled.
I know.
Know what?
I know what really happened to Father Stefan.
Father Stefan is a brave soldier.
He almost got killed by the hands of the enemy.
Dourcef was on our side, Paul.
You set up Stefan, and you killed Dourcef to cover it up!
You don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Tomorrow you call a press conference and accept the truce.
No way. They'll slaughter us.
Maybe. But for now, the fighting has ended, Paul.
Are you threatening me?
You're not the only one who can call a press conference.
Accept the truce, or it all comes out.
The lies, the murder.
The war is over.
Spoken like a true hero, Myra.
A cause has always needed its heroes.
Or its martyrs.
I think you did the right thing.
Yeah. Bye.
Looks like somebody lost a friend.
Or gained an enemy.
What's up? That was Myra.
You were right all along.
Karros is just another battle junkie.
What did she say?
She threatened to call a press conference...
and blow his ass out of the water...
if he didn't start to negotiate. Where is she?
Gone back to the place she was staying.
Hey, you don't think he'd try anything?
He doesn't want to stop the fighting. He needs it too much.
Myra!
Hi, Charlie, Mac. What is it?
We need to talk to you. It's about Karros.
Listen. What did you do about the press conference?
Well, it's all set up-- I don't know if that's a good idea.
Wait. Get her out of here.
Quick, quick, quick.
MacLeod! Hit the deck!
- You all right? - Yeah. We're okay.
Take care of her.
So now you kill your friends as well as your enemies?
Whatever it takes, Mac,
I will lead my people to freedom.
You have no people.
We could have fought together again, Mac, side by side.
I don't think so.
Come on.
Aah! Not bad for a pacifist, old friend.
Up.
You can't do it, can you?
There can be only one.
It's funny.
This time, I'm the one leavin' with the girl,
and you're stuck here runnin' the dojo.
Sure this is what you want?
Yeah, I'm sure.
You know, even if this peace works,
it's gonna be harder than any war.
I'm needed, man.
Whether it's to fight or rebuild, I'm needed.
I like the way that feels.
Hey, are you sure you don't want to come along?
We could always use another pair of strong hands.
No, it's not for me.
Besides, somebody's gotta look after the place.
Yeah.
Hey, Charlie.
Be safe.
You know it.
And here we are
We're the princes of the universe
Here we belong fighting for survival
We've got 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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