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
Now you know why it's been 300 years between day jobs.
I thought being head of security for a rock star would be right up your alley.
It makes me wanna gag.
Maybe some Chicago blues would be more to your liking.
Hey, Joe. Hey, Mac.
Great to see you. Great to see you.
You seem in a good mood. Well, what's to be unhappy about?
And who is this lovely lady?
Uh, Joe, I want you to meet Amanda.
Amanda, Joe Dawson.
The Amanda?
I've heard an awful lot about you. I'll bet you have.
I hear you're one of those guys who likes to watch.
It's, uh, clinical.
Oh. For history. We don't get involved.
Mm. Well, tell me, um,
do you watch us do... everything?
Only the things I can't get arrested for.
I like this guy.
Hey, nice to see you. Nice to see you.
So when are you coming back down to earth?
You wanna tell me what's goin' on? Can't you tell?
The man's obviously in love. Really?
With an art historian. Her name is Lauren. I met her at the library.
You know, it's funny. You get to a point in your life...
where you feel that you missed the train.
And then boom-- lighting strikes.
But I gotta go. Wait a minute. When are we gonna meet her?
Not tonight. She's working late. She's doing some research at the Thorne estate.
So I'm gonna meet her at her place.
And anything you guys want, it's on the house.
So, that's a Watcher. What do you think?
I think he's kinda cute.
Really?
Lauren.
Lauren!
No!
Lauren!
Love is just a gamble
It's best you know that 'for you start
You think you gonna beat the dealer
Poor boy, but ain't nobody can
You can fret and you can worry
You can sit right down and cry
You can search the round world over
Never know the reason why
I can't imagine what it's like for him.
We can be in love a hundred times.
Maybe. At least we have a chance.
Here you go.
Why, MacLeod? I don't get it.
Sometimes there's no sense, Joe.
Things happen. No reason.
The police said she probably surprised a burglar.
That's a load of crap! He was wearing a $2,000 suit.
I didn't even get a look at the bastard's face.
You did what you could. Yeah, well, that was not enough!
Do you know what that feels like? Yes.
Do you? Yes, I do.
Well, then do something for me.
Whatever you need.
You help me find this son of a bitch.
-You saw her? - Well, it's like I told the police.
She was here all day, and she was practically the last one to leave.
And there was nobody with her? She seemed to be alone.
Sheseemedto be? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
You're sure there was nobody around her,
maybe somebody following her?
Sir, Mr. Thorne's security system is state of the art.
Monitors cover every inch of the display area.
If there was something going on, we would have picked it up.
I'm sorry, mister.
Thanks for your help. Sure.
I'll get Amanda. We'll get outta here. Yeah.
Amanda. Come here.
Do you have any idea what this is worth?
You've gone straight, remember?
I was just looking. Besides, did you see these wall lasers?
This guy Thorne wants to keep his stuff right where it is.
Yeah, but that doesn't concern you, does it?
Let's get Joe and get out of here.
MacLeod.
MacLeod?
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost,
I baptize you in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen.
My dear, Timothy James Rayfield.
Father. Now he's blessed.
Thank you.
A beautiful day on the river. Come. Gather around.
This is a holy occasion. It is also a joyous one, to be shared by all,
out here with God's beautiful bounty all around us.
Afternoon, folks. What's the occasion?
-Why, a baptism. Thought you was washin' him.
Gimme the cross, old man, or I'm gonna put one right between your eyes!
Get back! It's sacrilege.
You got to three before you meet Saint Peter.
One! Heaven help us.
- Two!
-Three!
Grab the cross!
- Easy, boy! Easy now!
Is it worth your dyin'?
The cross. Get the cross.
God bless you.
You don't know what this means to these people.
I carried this all the way from the Vatican, and to lose it now--
But you did not. You've been shot.
It's nothing. I've seen men die of infection for less.
No. It's okay.
There's no wound. It's a miracle.
A miracle. Miracle.
The cross. The power of our Lord has healed him.
Is there anything, anything at all we can do to repay you?
You could get some whiskey.
I don't want to drink it.
You should pour some on those cuts,
stop them from festering.
I was headed for Fort Wolfe.
Perhaps you could point me in the direction of a hot bath.
A little extra water there.
Thank you. Thank you.
Nell, this pack is from Georgia.
Oh, it's nice, but it seems rough on the edge.
You here for me? Just passing through.
Name's Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
John Durgan. No clan.
I like it alone.
Are you hunting? Just for beaver.
I'm a trader, MacLeod, pure and simple.
Good. Then we have no argument.
I'll be damned.
You never seen a cross before?
I never seen one like that.
All that gold... wasted on a priest.
Enough to make a man take up religion.
Who's your friend, MacLeod?
I'm telling you, MacLeod, I'm just not cut out to work for a living.
You hungry? Especially for some dancing brassiere...
with an ego the size of Detroit.
And I thought Elizabeth I was a bitch.
You ever heard of an Immortal named Durgan?
No. Why?
A long time ago, we argued over that piece we saw in the museum today.
The cross? Why, do you think it has something to do with the murder?
I don't know, but I haven't heard of him in over 100 years.
Twenty dollars? It took me two months to trap those.
How long it took isn't my problem, mister.
How about I make it your problem?
How much for these?
The pants are three dollars, and those shirts are two dollars.
Say, what about my money?
I can wait.
You have to sign a bill of sale.
You write it. I'll make my mark.
Oh, afternoon, Miss Welsley. Good afternoon, Mr. Billows.
The children and I both thank you.
Miss Welsley is our teacher.
She's collectin' for the new school.
Thank you, sir. It's you who should be thanked.
You know how to read and write, don't ya?
I learned. Personally, I never saw no need.
Readin' never killed no beaver.
Oh, you're right about that. Thank you.
MacLeod.
You learn when you were a boy?
I learned when I was about 50.
Was it hard? At first.
Then it got easier. Be worth your while.
Hello, Father. Hello, my friend.
You've all done very well today,
so class is dismissed.
I'll see you all tomorrow.
Bye, Miss Welsley.
Hello, teacher. Name's John Durgan.
Can I come in?
It is late, Mr. Durgan.
I-- I'm 40 years old, and I can't read a lick.
I can't even sign my name.
Come.
I've planned classes for the men in the fort,
but I've been so busy collecting money for the new school.
I think we can start with this one.
I think we'll start with this.
That school's gonna have to wait.
Joe?
Morning.
You want some?
Ah, it's-- it's a little early,
even for someone with my constitution.
How about I buy you some breakfast?
I've, uh, already eaten. Hmm.
Yeah. I been there.
It doesn't work for long, you know. Mm.
Funny.
You know, I could tell you...
what an Immortal in Spain had for lunch...
300 years ago next Tuesday.
But I can't find out who killed Lauren.
There's always the police. Nah.
Cops will never find him.
They need things like, uh, motive, witnesses.
She wasn't robbed. She wasn't raped.
Someone just... opened her door and killed her.
I've lived a long time, Joe. What goes around comes around.
You really believe that's true?
I believe it should be.
You know those records you keep on us?
How accurate are they really?
I'm sorry, but Mr. Thorne doesn't see anyone,
with or without an appointment.
As his curator, I know as much about the Cross of St. Antoine as anyone.
For example, did you know it was commissioned--
In Byzantium in 1091 by Emperor Alexis I...
to commemorate the defeat of the Normans.
Are you in the trade, Mr. MacLeod?
I was wondering if it was for sale.
It's not. Perhaps Mr. Thorne should tell me that.
As I told you, Mr. Thorne doesn't see anyone.
Besides, that cross is of tremendous personal value to him.
Old family heirloom? I couldn't say.
I'm willing to make a generous offer.
Mr. Thorne is not a tradesman.
He's a collector.
He never sells. He only buys.
That's clear enough. Thank you.
Send my regards to John Durgan.
- Who? - John Durgan.
He's another collector. I thought you and Mr. Thorne might know of him.
Never heard of him.
Would you like some breakfast, Mr. MacLeod?
Good morning, Jonah. No, thank you. I've a long way to ride.
Where's Father Peter? I was hoping to say good-bye.
- He's at the river doing a baptism. - A little early, is it not?
Your friend said he couldn't bear to face another sunrise as a heathen.
What friend? The trapper, Mr. Durgan.
Where on the river? I don't know.
If you don't like oatmeal, I've got some biscuits.
Is this more to your liking, my son?
Just a little farther up, by the point.
As you wish, but all of this is God's kingdom.
Come.
Don't be nervous. Kneel, my son.
Do you believe in God the Father Almighty, the creator of heaven and earth?
Sure. Now, where's the other cross?
This one will do perfectly well.
Do you reject Satan?
- Do you have it with ya? - Always.
I kinda had my heart set on the other one, Father. Please.
Very well.
In the eyes of God, my son,
it is the symbol, not the substance, that makes it priceless.
Do you think I could hold it?
For inspiration.
It's more than beautiful. It has been touched by the Lord.
It is his grace you feel.
All wonders come from heaven.
I don't think heaven will be helpin' you today, Father.
Durgan!
The cross.
Don't try to speak. It belongs to the Church.
Please. Some day, I will return it.
Swear. I swear.
I thought Durgan might be Thorne's supplier,
but when I threw his name out, the only thing I caught was air.
The last time anyone saw Durgan was over 120 years ago.
Really? And how do you know that?
I went to see Dawson. I thought I told you to keep him out of this.
Since when do I do everything you tell me to do?
Come on, MacLeod. Somebody he loved has been killed.
He wants to do something about it. You know how that feels.
MacLeod.
Yes, I'm still interested.
That's fine.
That was the curator from the museum.
Thorne wants to meet me, and he's sending a car.
Mr. Thorne is waiting for you inside. Really.
It's a depiction of the Sermon on the Mount.
Hopefully, you appreciate that, Thorne.
- Durgan.
There is no John Durgan.
Hasn't been for years.
He died right after he found that cross.
Murdering a priest is an interesting way to find religion.
I didn't find religion, MacLeod. I found art. I found beauty.
It changed my life and made me what I am.
What exactly are you?
Wealthy, powerful,
intellectual.
I deal with the finest scholars and artists of the age.
I studied for decades.
I speak nine languages, including Latin and Greek.
Suit is crushed linen. I import it myself.
America is truly the land of opportunity,
and nothing stands in my way.
Especially Lauren Gale.
Ah. The art historian.
She was very good.
She actually knew the history of some of the pieces...
that were procured through more unusual channels.
You mean stolen.
Really, MacLeod.
The Metropolitan in New York, the Louvre in Paris.
Do you really think they purchased those Roman and Egyptian pieces...
from the original owners or from grave robbers?
- What makes them any different than me? - You kill people.
I hardly kill anymore,
only the Gale woman asked too many questions.
Everything I own is a part of me,
especially the cross.
I sell nothing, and nothing is ever taken from me.
How about your head?
I'm no longer in the game,
at least until there's only one other left.
That's easier said than done.
Not really.
You'd be surprised how much protection money can buy.
Now, we can live and let live,
or you can come for me and you can be dead when you hit my doorstep.
Then I'd be happy to make it permanent.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm expecting a call from the governor.
He wants me to be on his arts council.
You know, there's one thing you're forgetting, Thorne, or Durgan.
You put a pig in crushed linen-- even an educated one--
he's still a pig.
Don't even try, MacLeod.
You'll never even get close.
I need you to help me break into the museum.
You want me to what? I knew you were up to something.
For 300 years, you've been telling me to go legit.
Now that I'm straight, you want me to steal. You hate your job.
That's not the point. In a good cause.
Don't you look at me like that.
No. I'm retired.
You wouldn't ask an alcoholic to take a drink for a good cause.
Oh, my God. Thorne's built a wall around himself.
I can't get near him.
We take the cross. Then he'll come to me.
And maybe he'll take your head.
I can't do it without you.
Okay, on one condition. Name it.
It's my show. I'm in control, completely in charge.
Uh-- No negotiations. Take it or leave it.
I am your obedient servant.
Damn. I like the sound of that.
Joe?
So, what can I do for you?
You all right? Yeah. Don't worry about me.
Sympathy for Joe Day is over.
I'm fine.
What, you think I'm the only person ever lost someone?
Come on. It happens all the time. If that's how you see it.
If it's any consolation, I found the guy.
He's one of us. Name's Durgan.
John Durgan died over a hundred years ago.
He didn't die. He reinvented himself. Calls himself Thorne.
Armand Thorne... an Immortal?
Why did he kill Lauren?
Because she found something in his collection, something she shouldn't have.
You can't kill him with that, Joe.
Look, I know, but I can sure as hell slow him down until I can.
You won't get close enough to use it.
Let me do this... for both of us.
Oh. Thank you.
Do we really need all this stuff?
Yeah. Tools of the trade.
I remember when all you had were two lock picks and a crow bar. You've got a lot to learn.
The surveillance cameras and the alarms are activated by a laser beam.
So, where do we start? Well, let's see.
With this. Time to tie me up.
Don't tempt me.
Practice makes perfect. Do it again.
Again? My arms are getting tired. Maybe you should lose some weight.
Maybe you should start working out more, MacLeod. You're getting absolutely puny.
- You know what you can do with this stuff? - Hey, who's the boss?
I know what I'd like to do with you too.
What did you say? Nothin'.
Easy does it. I think I've got it.
I'll let you know. Mm.
Oh. Sorry.
Again?
Come on.
What is taking you so long? I couldn't get into the damn harness.
Why not? I taught you exactly how to do it earlier.
What do you mean? I spent most of my time swinging you from the dojo ceiling.
- Shut up, okay? - What do you mean, shut up? Don't tell me to shut up.
- We've got exactly five minutes. - Here. Come on.
Don't yell at me. Come on.
What's wrong with you? What do you mean, what's wrong with me?
Where's the rope? The rope's in my hand. Where do you think it is?
Shut up.
Stop.
See that? That's a source beam.
You step on that, the game's over.
I'm not an idiot.
No, but you're an amateur.
Four and a half minutes before the guard checks this wing.
Let's take this. No.
I'm in charge, and I say we take this first.
No. We came for the cross.
Now, we've got four minutes left.
Last one.
I haven't done the limbo in years.
That's very funny.
Hurry up.
You ready?
On the count of three.
- One, two--
You were-- Magnificent?
Magnificent. Yes, I was. Thank you.
Yes, you were. And, oh, you were wonderful yourself.
For an amateur. Oh, no, no, no.
I could make a decent thief out of you yet.
I don't think-- I thought I told you to leave that other stuff behind.
But we had to make it look authentic. "Authentic."
Come on, MacLeod. You loved it. Tell me you loved it.
Fine champagne, a beautiful evening,
a bag full of priceless treasures.
Oh! Oh, doesn't it make your heart just pound?
Yes. "Just pound."
Here.
Look at these.
To partners in crime.
How about just "partners" then?
Just partners.
Guess the game's over now, huh?
It was never a game.
It was fun while it lasted.
And now you face him.
Yeah. Tomorrow.
Yeah. I'm impressed, MacLeod.
I didn't know you had it in you.
I think you know you've made me very, very angry.
You want the cross? Come and get it. I don't think so.
Every man has a weak point in his defenses, MacLeod.
Beautiful things are mine.
Yours are even more fragile.
Say hello to your friend.
Kill him for me, Mac.
What do you say, MacLeod, a fair exchange?
The cross for the mortal? How much do you really want it?
Don't do it, MacLeod! Fight this bastard! Shut it!
No. I think we'll meet whereIsay.
Tonight.
He's got Joe.
Time to go, Mr. Dawson. Drop dead.
You know you'll never get away with this. You think not?
I'm a well-known man in this town, Mr. Dawson.
I doubt you'll be believed.
It's not the police you'll have to worry about.
You mean MacLeod.
He'll try.
Combat is for barbarians.
Civilized man protects himself. You're not civilized, Thorne.
You are a barbarian-- in a better suit.
Let's go. Move.
Do you think Thorne will do what he said and trade Dawson for the stuff?
He doesn't want my head or anyone else's.
He just wants his things back.
So I guess the son of a bitch wins this round, huh?
We just give it back and walk away, right?
I said we just give it back and walk away.
MacLeod?
What are you thinking?
Good. Wait outside. It's perfectly safe.
After you.
Very good.
What are you hiding from? We're on holy ground.
Where are you, MacLeod?
I can feel you.
Thorne.
Is this what this is about?
Tell me, is this what you killed Lauren for?
For these-these-- thesethings!
No!
Don't bother me again, MacLeod!
Not this time. MacLeod.
Then who the hell's in there?
A friend-- something you can't buy or steal.
You're overreacting, MacLeod.
- It's not worth dying for. - I don't intend to.
It's finished. Thank you.
Joseph-- No.
You did what could be done.
There's nothing more.
See you, Joe.
Time to go. Amanda.
You think you feelin' lucky
Then you draw a losing hand
Did you know he could do that?
No. -You think you flush and lucky
You know, it's funny.
The man knows more about me than anyone else alive, -Then you draw a losing hand
yet I hardly know anything about him.
You think you gonna beat the dealer
Poor boy, but ain't nobody can -God, to sing like that.
He must have had a hell of a life.
Probably.
Wanna ask him about it?
You can fret and you can worry -No.
When he's ready, he'll tell me.
You can sit right down and cry
You can search the round world over
Never know the reason why
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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