Highlander (1992–1998): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Gathering - full transcript
Duncan MacLeod is an immortal who has been out of the game for many years. Duncan and his girlfriend Tessa are targeted by Slan Quince, an evil immortal. Duncan is convinced by his friend and fellow immortal Connor MacLeod that he must return to the game to protect Tessa, and to keep from losing his head.
[thunder rumbling]
THEME SONG: Here we are,
born to be kings.
We're the princes
of the universe.
Yeah!
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!
[giggling]
[giggling]
[cat yowling]
[giggling]
[cats snarling]
[giggling]
[sighing]
-Check it out.
One night only.
Everything must go.
[senses tingling]
-I feel something.
-I hope so.
-No.
Someone's here.
-I didn't hear anything.
-Neither
did I. -Mac.
Duncan, be careful.
-Whoosh!
En garde, you fool.
Whoosh!
-I am Duncan MacLeod of
the clan MacLeod.
And you are dead.
-Uh, dead?
Whoa.
Uh.
Jeez, I--
I ripped off a couple
cups and a bowl.
I'm sorry, all right?
Here, take them.
They're all in the bag.
I'll--
I'll pay for the window.
It's over.
OK?
-It's over when I cut
off your head.
-Cut off my head?
You don't think that's,
uh, a little
extreme for petty theft?
Hey-- hey dude, chill.
Your insurance will cover it.
-Mac.
He's just a boy.
[chuckling nervously]
-You know what?
You should call the police.
In fact, I tell you what,
I'll call them myself.
Got a phone?
-There's someone--
-Yah!
[gasp]
-Whoa!
I'm on, like, uh, "America's
Funniest Home Videos," right?
-MacLeod!
I'm Slan Quince, and I've
come for your head.
[nervous chuckle]
-This is, uh, very
un-cool, guys.
-We haven't been properly
introduced.
But you'll get to know
me, my dear.
-Mac!
-Did you come to
fight or talk?
-He's not going to fight
you, Duncan.
Not until he's made
you suffer.
Until he's destroyed
everything you
love in this world.
Until you don't know whether
you want to live or die.
That's your way, right, Slan?
-Connor, what are
you doing here?
-Head-hunting.
Sorry, Duncan, but
this one's mine.
-Man, these guys
are out there.
-Let the boy go.
-My challenge was to
Duncan MacLeod, not
you, whoever you are.
-I'm Connor MacLeod--
same clan, different vintage.
-Ah, yes.
You!
Hey!
Not two against one.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
-Thanks, Slan, I
know the rules.
You and me, now.
[sirens approaching]
-It sounds to me like
we're about to
have company, gentlemen.
I just wanted to meet the
charming lady of the house.
Ha! 'Til we meet again.
[sirens blaring]
[chuckling]
-You look good.
-All right, this puppy
is gonna walk.
-Hi, I was asked to come in and
identify a boy who broke
into my store last night.
-Richie Ryan?
-If that's his name, yeah.
-Look, I don't understand.
We caught this kid.
We can make a good case against
him, but not if you
don't press charges.
-Sorry, no charges.
-Look, let me tell
you something.
This punk is trying to get
off the hook by saying he
didn't break in.
That he heard a disturbance,
looked inside.
He saw three men with drawn
swords having it out.
[chuckling]
-Did he also see a guy
in a bat costume
and, uh, a long cape?
-OK, OK.
Anyway.
Now, he had jewelry from your
shop in his pocket when we
nabbed him running
from the scene.
We got him dead to rights.
-Sorry.
Can I talk to him before
you let him go?
-You're sort of a Father
Flanagan "there's no such
thing as a bad boy" kind
of guy, aren't you?
Look, let me set you straight
on something.
You talk, he walks.
He hasn't learned a thing.
This boy needs to do a little
time in juvie to
straighten him out.
Next month, he turns 18.
His next visit here?
Oh, he gets processed
through as an adult.
He gets sent to the big house,
where the cons will pass him
around for dessert.
Think about it.
Come here.
This gentleman would like
to talk to you.
Now, you give me one excuse to
bust your butt while you're
still here and you'll do 10 on
the taxpayers' money, punk.
Got it?
-Oh.
Yes, sir, Sgt. Powell.
I certainly do, sir!
-He's all yours.
[door slamming]
-Honestly, sir, I really do
appreciate this second chance
you're going to give
me to become a
useful member of society.
-If I let you out of here, I
do not want anyone coming
around asking about your
little fantasies.
That is the deal.
-"Fantasies." Oh, you mean like
the one where you and the
Knights of the Round
Table were, uh--
[imitating swords clashing]
-Right?
Never saw a thing.
Just, uh, made it all up.
I know, I'm fast.
All my teachers said so.
Fast, but lazy.
My lips are sealed.
Word of honor.
[sigh]
-Besides, who would
I tell, you know?
-So you liberated this
wine from Napoleon's
own cellar, I suppose.
-No.
This wine's only a little
bit older than you are.
Happy birthday.
-Oh!
Oh Mac, you're crazy.
-Just something I picked up
during the French Revolution.
-From now on, I only celebrate
un-birthdays,
like the Mad Hatter.
-You're beautiful.
-Huh.
I'm a year older.
-And still beautiful.
-When we met, you were
the older man.
[chuckling]
-Much.
-I mean, now we look
the same age.
Soon--
-Come here.
Tessa, you're the most wonderful
woman I've known in
my entire life.
-All 400 years?
-I'm not 400.
Why, I won't be 400 for, uh,
another four months.
-The problem is, even when
you are 400 or 420, you
will still look 35.
It makes me sick.
-Good skin runs in my family.
There's nothing I
can do about it.
-From now on, every year you'll
look at me and see
someone who looks older and
older than you, while
you stay the same.
And it'll just be a matter of
time until you want someone
else.
-No.
-Or maybe I will.
-You'll want someone younger?
Not exactly hard to find.
-No.
Maybe I'll want someone
I can grow old with.
-You know, I've wanted
the same thing--
to grow old with you.
-Mac.
I know there have
been others--
other loves.
After a century or two, do
you learn how to cope?
-Cope?
With the loss?
Hmm?
No matter how many years go by
or how many times you say
goodbye to those you care most
about, when they leave, you--
-Die?
-Yes.
When they die, you're
naked and alone.
Why don't we stop thinking about
what's going to happen
when I'm 420 or 440 or--
and think about what's going
to happen later on tonight?
-And what's going to
happen tonight?
-Well, well, look who's here.
[engine revving loudly]
-Ciao, baby!
[laughter]
[gleeful hooting]
[horn blaring]
[senses tingling]
-Is there someone here?
-Someone with a long lifeline.
-Hi.
-Tessa, you've already
met Connor MacLeod.
-I am a friend of Duncan's from
the old neighborhood.
-A mere pinprick.
-By my count, you look more
like a pincushion.
[laughter]
-You know Slan is mine.
-You sure you can handle him?
Come on.
-No problem.
-Slan is mine.
-Protecting Tessa is my job.
[laughter]
-Good to see you.
-You're sure you wouldn't rather
use a sword, Connor?
-I take it that, uh, what you
saw last night was new?
New?
-Yes, as a matter of fact, it
is quite new for Tessa.
-How long have you two
known each other?
Are you related?
-We're clansmen.
When I was growing up,
there was a legend in
my clan about a--
a strange man in my
grandfather's time who was
killed in battle and then
miraculously revived.
-Everyone thought it was,
uh, witchcraft.
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: I thought
it was an old wives' tale.
Until one day--
-I know.
Someone killed you, but
you didn't die.
-And then I found him.
Um--
well, you know, the way
someone found me.
-Connor taught me everything I
needed to know to survive as
an immortal--
the rules, the tactics
needed to win.
-As once someone taught me.
-Win what?
Why does this Slan person
want Duncan?
[SARCASTICALLY] Please,
don't say anything in
front of the lady.
Let me just go in the next room
and crochet while you
have cigars and brandy and
talk about beheadings.
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: I told
Tessa some of it.
I thought I was out of it.
She didn't need to know
all the rules.
-You're not out of it anymore!
There can be only one.
Remember that rule?
-One what?
One of you?
Only one immortal
left in the end?
Is that it?
And what does the winner get?
-The last one will have the
power of all the immortals who
ever lived.
Enough power to rule this
planet forever.
If someone like Slan is that
last one, mankind will suffer
an eternity of darkness from
which it will never recover.
-And you didn't think this was
important enough to mention?
-It's nothing new.
-It is for me.
-You can't stay out of
the game, Duncan.
You've tried before.
-Damn it, Connor!
It had nothing to do with the
game, and you know that.
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS
TO LIVE FOREVER"]
[sobbing]
-[SOBBING] She knew the names
of all the grasses, the--
the wildflowers, the songs that
told where her people
came from, how they lived,
what they believed in.
-I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS
TO LIVE FOREVER"]
DUNCAN NARRATING: Do you think
we ever lived like this, like
a tribe, together, with a common
language, a reason in
the name for each
living thing?
Did we once belong somewhere,
a time and a
place, however briefly?
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS
TO LIVE FOREVER"]
-Tessa?
-Hi, hon.
Want to see what I've
been working on?
[screaming]
-I think her face could
use a little work.
Don't you?
Uh-uh!
Ha, ha, ha, not too close.
Drop it.
Drop it!
-You came for me.
-Gah!
[shrieking]
-You know what some
wags call me?
Slan the Cat, because I like to
play with my victims first.
Uh-uh-uh-uh!
Don't spoil the fun!
Be a good boy, and I'll
leave her alive--
this time.
I want you to think
about it now.
I bet you're thinking about
it right now, aren't you?
Oops!
Ta-ta for now, kids.
-Want to talk?
-If I wanted to talk, I suppose
I'd be talking.
I'm an artist.
I'm supposed to have this
tremendous imagination.
But who could imagine this?
Mac, I want to leave.
-I think it's for
the best, Tessa.
-Is that what you think?
-Is what what I think?
-That I'm leaving you?
-Yes, that's what I think.
-You'd think in 400 years, a
person would learn how to
listen.
-Well, that's what you said.
-I meant, I want to leave
not you but this place,
here, the two of us.
That's what I meant!
But maybe that's not what
you wanted to hear.
Let's go.
We could be in Paris
by tomorrow.
-You think he couldn't
find us in Paris?
Tessa, Slan won't give up.
You'll have to leave.
-What?
-There's no way you could
have known what this
was going to be like.
-Well, I have an idea now.
So what has this been for you,
this past dozen years?
Was it like a summer fling?
R&R?
"Sorry, darling, back to the
wars, you know." Damn you!
Damn your Gathering!
Damn your whole race!
-Uh--
I'm not your enemy, you know.
-No.
An enemy could never
hurt so much.
[bird shrieking]
[birds calling]
-Hey.
I know you loved her.
But you can't keep
them from dying.
They all do.
Men kill men.
We kill each other.
-I don't care who does
the killing.
I'm tired of it.
I'm tired of the endless,
mindless fighting.
I'm tired of death!
-You can't quit.
-I didn't ask for your
permission, Connor.
-I know why you chose
this place.
It's holy ground.
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]:
That's right.
But I did ask permission
of the old ones to
build my cabin here.
-No immortal can fight here--
ever!
You'll always be safe.
-Glad you approve.
Connor, the battle between good
and evil can do without
me for a while.
-Maybe.
But you can't stay out
of it forever.
-No, not forever,
but for a while.
-They'll find you.
-Eventually.
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES
OF THE UNIVERSE"]
THEME SONG: 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 you all.
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.
-So, how do you feel, old man?
-50 years younger than you do.
[chuckling]
-What's wrong?
-Slan called.
-What did he say?
-He'll be on Soldier's
Bridge tonight.
-That's not all, is it?
-When he's finished with you,
he'll be back for me.
CONNOR [OFFSCREEN]: You know,
I've been thinking.
Why are you smiling?
Because I've been thinking?
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Mm-hmm.
[chuckling]
-Well anyway, as long as I can
remember knowing you--
-Oh, not again.
-Excuse me?
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]:
You heard me.
-You don't know what
I'm going to say.
As long as I remember knowing
you, you've had all the fun
and, uh, most of
the good women.
-Lately.
-Lately?
-That's what I said.
-What are you talking about?
-Well, I seem to remember that
girl in London, the redhead.
-Ha!
-Healthy girl.
-Come on, that was almost
160 years ago.
-That's what I said, "lately."
-You know what your
problem is?
You live in the past.
-I don't have a problem.
CONNOR [OFFSCREEN]:
Yes, you do!
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]:
No, I don't.
CONNOR [OFFSCREEN]:
Yes, you do!
-No, I don't!
Stop arguing with me.
-I'm not arguing!
-Yes, you are.
-No, it's conversation.
-It's conversation?
Well, end of conversation.
-Oh, easy way out?
-Uh-huh.
-Yeah, the usual.
Duncan?
-What?
Oof!
-End of conversation.
-Mac!
-He was arguing.
Don't worry, he's
going to be OK.
-You don't have to go either.
-We don't have a choice.
I hope to see you again.
-Damn!
Sir Lancelot.
-Um.
-Mac?
-Uh.
Ugh.
-Mac?
[sigh]
-Where is he?
-Where do you think?
-Uh.
Ow.
Ow.
[grunting]
-I know you have to go.
Tell me, does anyone,
anywhere know why?
Just why?
-Tessa, I won't be back
even if I win.
-After 12 years, is it
that simple for you?
-Of course not!
But you didn't know--
-I do now!
-It will happen again.
-I don't care!
-Tessa.
I love you.
[birds calling]
-Yes.
-Don't look so disappointed,
Slan.
When was the last time you had
such an enthusiastic opponent?
-Maybe you're right.
This could be fun.
-Whack!
-Oh, ho, ho!
-Still worried about that
pretty face of yours?
-Just protecting my most
valuable asset.
Yah!
-Oh man, these guys should
sell tickets.
[thunder rumbling]
[horn honking]
[tires screeching]
-Argh!
Ayaiieee!
[grunting]
[groaning]
-Aaah!
-Bye-bye.
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Slan?
It's over now.
Getting slow, Slan.
Come on!
[grunting]
-Aaaaah!
Finish it, Highlander.
-There can be only one.
Aaaaaaaah!
Aaaaah!
[dogs barking in distance]
-Whoa.
Chill, man.
Just--
just pretend I--
I'm not here.
[grunting]
[panting]
-Go for it.
That's it.
That's it.
Argh!
Oh, god.
-I know this won't come as a
surprise, but you'll live.
Come on.
-I should have known it.
You're never on time.
Slan?
-I handled it.
-As I said, you have
all the fun and
most of the good women.
-Connor, I'm not going
back to Tessa.
I cannot put her through
this again.
-I understand.
But she won't.
Ugh.
What about the boy?
He'll need watching.
-I know.
I will.
-Mac?
Duncan, is that you?
Connor!
Are you all right?
-Yeah, I'm OK.
Don't worry.
-Where is Mac?
-He's alive.
And Slan won't be calling
you anymore.
Connor, where did Mac go?
-He didn't tell me.
But I can guess.
-Where?
-You really want to know?
[birds calling]
-I tried to call you, but--
I love you.
I love you.
-It hasn't ended.
You know that.
It won't end until--
-We don't know when
it's going to end.
We never do.
But while we're here, living in
this time and this place,
some of us, the lucky few, will
still have all the fun.
And--
-All the good women.
[chuckling]
-Listen, I've got to go.
The old ones are whispering
that, uh,
you want to be alone.
-You're welcome to stay.
-Goodbye, Tessa.
-Will I--
-I hope so.
Duncan--
-Connor.
-You didn't say goodbye?
-Never do.
THEME SONG: 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!
THEME SONG: Here we are,
born to be kings.
We're the princes
of the universe.
Yeah!
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!
[giggling]
[giggling]
[cat yowling]
[giggling]
[cats snarling]
[giggling]
[sighing]
-Check it out.
One night only.
Everything must go.
[senses tingling]
-I feel something.
-I hope so.
-No.
Someone's here.
-I didn't hear anything.
-Neither
did I. -Mac.
Duncan, be careful.
-Whoosh!
En garde, you fool.
Whoosh!
-I am Duncan MacLeod of
the clan MacLeod.
And you are dead.
-Uh, dead?
Whoa.
Uh.
Jeez, I--
I ripped off a couple
cups and a bowl.
I'm sorry, all right?
Here, take them.
They're all in the bag.
I'll--
I'll pay for the window.
It's over.
OK?
-It's over when I cut
off your head.
-Cut off my head?
You don't think that's,
uh, a little
extreme for petty theft?
Hey-- hey dude, chill.
Your insurance will cover it.
-Mac.
He's just a boy.
[chuckling nervously]
-You know what?
You should call the police.
In fact, I tell you what,
I'll call them myself.
Got a phone?
-There's someone--
-Yah!
[gasp]
-Whoa!
I'm on, like, uh, "America's
Funniest Home Videos," right?
-MacLeod!
I'm Slan Quince, and I've
come for your head.
[nervous chuckle]
-This is, uh, very
un-cool, guys.
-We haven't been properly
introduced.
But you'll get to know
me, my dear.
-Mac!
-Did you come to
fight or talk?
-He's not going to fight
you, Duncan.
Not until he's made
you suffer.
Until he's destroyed
everything you
love in this world.
Until you don't know whether
you want to live or die.
That's your way, right, Slan?
-Connor, what are
you doing here?
-Head-hunting.
Sorry, Duncan, but
this one's mine.
-Man, these guys
are out there.
-Let the boy go.
-My challenge was to
Duncan MacLeod, not
you, whoever you are.
-I'm Connor MacLeod--
same clan, different vintage.
-Ah, yes.
You!
Hey!
Not two against one.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
-Thanks, Slan, I
know the rules.
You and me, now.
[sirens approaching]
-It sounds to me like
we're about to
have company, gentlemen.
I just wanted to meet the
charming lady of the house.
Ha! 'Til we meet again.
[sirens blaring]
[chuckling]
-You look good.
-All right, this puppy
is gonna walk.
-Hi, I was asked to come in and
identify a boy who broke
into my store last night.
-Richie Ryan?
-If that's his name, yeah.
-Look, I don't understand.
We caught this kid.
We can make a good case against
him, but not if you
don't press charges.
-Sorry, no charges.
-Look, let me tell
you something.
This punk is trying to get
off the hook by saying he
didn't break in.
That he heard a disturbance,
looked inside.
He saw three men with drawn
swords having it out.
[chuckling]
-Did he also see a guy
in a bat costume
and, uh, a long cape?
-OK, OK.
Anyway.
Now, he had jewelry from your
shop in his pocket when we
nabbed him running
from the scene.
We got him dead to rights.
-Sorry.
Can I talk to him before
you let him go?
-You're sort of a Father
Flanagan "there's no such
thing as a bad boy" kind
of guy, aren't you?
Look, let me set you straight
on something.
You talk, he walks.
He hasn't learned a thing.
This boy needs to do a little
time in juvie to
straighten him out.
Next month, he turns 18.
His next visit here?
Oh, he gets processed
through as an adult.
He gets sent to the big house,
where the cons will pass him
around for dessert.
Think about it.
Come here.
This gentleman would like
to talk to you.
Now, you give me one excuse to
bust your butt while you're
still here and you'll do 10 on
the taxpayers' money, punk.
Got it?
-Oh.
Yes, sir, Sgt. Powell.
I certainly do, sir!
-He's all yours.
[door slamming]
-Honestly, sir, I really do
appreciate this second chance
you're going to give
me to become a
useful member of society.
-If I let you out of here, I
do not want anyone coming
around asking about your
little fantasies.
That is the deal.
-"Fantasies." Oh, you mean like
the one where you and the
Knights of the Round
Table were, uh--
[imitating swords clashing]
-Right?
Never saw a thing.
Just, uh, made it all up.
I know, I'm fast.
All my teachers said so.
Fast, but lazy.
My lips are sealed.
Word of honor.
[sigh]
-Besides, who would
I tell, you know?
-So you liberated this
wine from Napoleon's
own cellar, I suppose.
-No.
This wine's only a little
bit older than you are.
Happy birthday.
-Oh!
Oh Mac, you're crazy.
-Just something I picked up
during the French Revolution.
-From now on, I only celebrate
un-birthdays,
like the Mad Hatter.
-You're beautiful.
-Huh.
I'm a year older.
-And still beautiful.
-When we met, you were
the older man.
[chuckling]
-Much.
-I mean, now we look
the same age.
Soon--
-Come here.
Tessa, you're the most wonderful
woman I've known in
my entire life.
-All 400 years?
-I'm not 400.
Why, I won't be 400 for, uh,
another four months.
-The problem is, even when
you are 400 or 420, you
will still look 35.
It makes me sick.
-Good skin runs in my family.
There's nothing I
can do about it.
-From now on, every year you'll
look at me and see
someone who looks older and
older than you, while
you stay the same.
And it'll just be a matter of
time until you want someone
else.
-No.
-Or maybe I will.
-You'll want someone younger?
Not exactly hard to find.
-No.
Maybe I'll want someone
I can grow old with.
-You know, I've wanted
the same thing--
to grow old with you.
-Mac.
I know there have
been others--
other loves.
After a century or two, do
you learn how to cope?
-Cope?
With the loss?
Hmm?
No matter how many years go by
or how many times you say
goodbye to those you care most
about, when they leave, you--
-Die?
-Yes.
When they die, you're
naked and alone.
Why don't we stop thinking about
what's going to happen
when I'm 420 or 440 or--
and think about what's going
to happen later on tonight?
-And what's going to
happen tonight?
-Well, well, look who's here.
[engine revving loudly]
-Ciao, baby!
[laughter]
[gleeful hooting]
[horn blaring]
[senses tingling]
-Is there someone here?
-Someone with a long lifeline.
-Hi.
-Tessa, you've already
met Connor MacLeod.
-I am a friend of Duncan's from
the old neighborhood.
-A mere pinprick.
-By my count, you look more
like a pincushion.
[laughter]
-You know Slan is mine.
-You sure you can handle him?
Come on.
-No problem.
-Slan is mine.
-Protecting Tessa is my job.
[laughter]
-Good to see you.
-You're sure you wouldn't rather
use a sword, Connor?
-I take it that, uh, what you
saw last night was new?
New?
-Yes, as a matter of fact, it
is quite new for Tessa.
-How long have you two
known each other?
Are you related?
-We're clansmen.
When I was growing up,
there was a legend in
my clan about a--
a strange man in my
grandfather's time who was
killed in battle and then
miraculously revived.
-Everyone thought it was,
uh, witchcraft.
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: I thought
it was an old wives' tale.
Until one day--
-I know.
Someone killed you, but
you didn't die.
-And then I found him.
Um--
well, you know, the way
someone found me.
-Connor taught me everything I
needed to know to survive as
an immortal--
the rules, the tactics
needed to win.
-As once someone taught me.
-Win what?
Why does this Slan person
want Duncan?
[SARCASTICALLY] Please,
don't say anything in
front of the lady.
Let me just go in the next room
and crochet while you
have cigars and brandy and
talk about beheadings.
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: I told
Tessa some of it.
I thought I was out of it.
She didn't need to know
all the rules.
-You're not out of it anymore!
There can be only one.
Remember that rule?
-One what?
One of you?
Only one immortal
left in the end?
Is that it?
And what does the winner get?
-The last one will have the
power of all the immortals who
ever lived.
Enough power to rule this
planet forever.
If someone like Slan is that
last one, mankind will suffer
an eternity of darkness from
which it will never recover.
-And you didn't think this was
important enough to mention?
-It's nothing new.
-It is for me.
-You can't stay out of
the game, Duncan.
You've tried before.
-Damn it, Connor!
It had nothing to do with the
game, and you know that.
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS
TO LIVE FOREVER"]
[sobbing]
-[SOBBING] She knew the names
of all the grasses, the--
the wildflowers, the songs that
told where her people
came from, how they lived,
what they believed in.
-I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS
TO LIVE FOREVER"]
DUNCAN NARRATING: Do you think
we ever lived like this, like
a tribe, together, with a common
language, a reason in
the name for each
living thing?
Did we once belong somewhere,
a time and a
place, however briefly?
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS
TO LIVE FOREVER"]
-Tessa?
-Hi, hon.
Want to see what I've
been working on?
[screaming]
-I think her face could
use a little work.
Don't you?
Uh-uh!
Ha, ha, ha, not too close.
Drop it.
Drop it!
-You came for me.
-Gah!
[shrieking]
-You know what some
wags call me?
Slan the Cat, because I like to
play with my victims first.
Uh-uh-uh-uh!
Don't spoil the fun!
Be a good boy, and I'll
leave her alive--
this time.
I want you to think
about it now.
I bet you're thinking about
it right now, aren't you?
Oops!
Ta-ta for now, kids.
-Want to talk?
-If I wanted to talk, I suppose
I'd be talking.
I'm an artist.
I'm supposed to have this
tremendous imagination.
But who could imagine this?
Mac, I want to leave.
-I think it's for
the best, Tessa.
-Is that what you think?
-Is what what I think?
-That I'm leaving you?
-Yes, that's what I think.
-You'd think in 400 years, a
person would learn how to
listen.
-Well, that's what you said.
-I meant, I want to leave
not you but this place,
here, the two of us.
That's what I meant!
But maybe that's not what
you wanted to hear.
Let's go.
We could be in Paris
by tomorrow.
-You think he couldn't
find us in Paris?
Tessa, Slan won't give up.
You'll have to leave.
-What?
-There's no way you could
have known what this
was going to be like.
-Well, I have an idea now.
So what has this been for you,
this past dozen years?
Was it like a summer fling?
R&R?
"Sorry, darling, back to the
wars, you know." Damn you!
Damn your Gathering!
Damn your whole race!
-Uh--
I'm not your enemy, you know.
-No.
An enemy could never
hurt so much.
[bird shrieking]
[birds calling]
-Hey.
I know you loved her.
But you can't keep
them from dying.
They all do.
Men kill men.
We kill each other.
-I don't care who does
the killing.
I'm tired of it.
I'm tired of the endless,
mindless fighting.
I'm tired of death!
-You can't quit.
-I didn't ask for your
permission, Connor.
-I know why you chose
this place.
It's holy ground.
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]:
That's right.
But I did ask permission
of the old ones to
build my cabin here.
-No immortal can fight here--
ever!
You'll always be safe.
-Glad you approve.
Connor, the battle between good
and evil can do without
me for a while.
-Maybe.
But you can't stay out
of it forever.
-No, not forever,
but for a while.
-They'll find you.
-Eventually.
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES
OF THE UNIVERSE"]
THEME SONG: 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 you all.
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.
-So, how do you feel, old man?
-50 years younger than you do.
[chuckling]
-What's wrong?
-Slan called.
-What did he say?
-He'll be on Soldier's
Bridge tonight.
-That's not all, is it?
-When he's finished with you,
he'll be back for me.
CONNOR [OFFSCREEN]: You know,
I've been thinking.
Why are you smiling?
Because I've been thinking?
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Mm-hmm.
[chuckling]
-Well anyway, as long as I can
remember knowing you--
-Oh, not again.
-Excuse me?
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]:
You heard me.
-You don't know what
I'm going to say.
As long as I remember knowing
you, you've had all the fun
and, uh, most of
the good women.
-Lately.
-Lately?
-That's what I said.
-What are you talking about?
-Well, I seem to remember that
girl in London, the redhead.
-Ha!
-Healthy girl.
-Come on, that was almost
160 years ago.
-That's what I said, "lately."
-You know what your
problem is?
You live in the past.
-I don't have a problem.
CONNOR [OFFSCREEN]:
Yes, you do!
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]:
No, I don't.
CONNOR [OFFSCREEN]:
Yes, you do!
-No, I don't!
Stop arguing with me.
-I'm not arguing!
-Yes, you are.
-No, it's conversation.
-It's conversation?
Well, end of conversation.
-Oh, easy way out?
-Uh-huh.
-Yeah, the usual.
Duncan?
-What?
Oof!
-End of conversation.
-Mac!
-He was arguing.
Don't worry, he's
going to be OK.
-You don't have to go either.
-We don't have a choice.
I hope to see you again.
-Damn!
Sir Lancelot.
-Um.
-Mac?
-Uh.
Ugh.
-Mac?
[sigh]
-Where is he?
-Where do you think?
-Uh.
Ow.
Ow.
[grunting]
-I know you have to go.
Tell me, does anyone,
anywhere know why?
Just why?
-Tessa, I won't be back
even if I win.
-After 12 years, is it
that simple for you?
-Of course not!
But you didn't know--
-I do now!
-It will happen again.
-I don't care!
-Tessa.
I love you.
[birds calling]
-Yes.
-Don't look so disappointed,
Slan.
When was the last time you had
such an enthusiastic opponent?
-Maybe you're right.
This could be fun.
-Whack!
-Oh, ho, ho!
-Still worried about that
pretty face of yours?
-Just protecting my most
valuable asset.
Yah!
-Oh man, these guys should
sell tickets.
[thunder rumbling]
[horn honking]
[tires screeching]
-Argh!
Ayaiieee!
[grunting]
[groaning]
-Aaah!
-Bye-bye.
DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Slan?
It's over now.
Getting slow, Slan.
Come on!
[grunting]
-Aaaaah!
Finish it, Highlander.
-There can be only one.
Aaaaaaaah!
Aaaaah!
[dogs barking in distance]
-Whoa.
Chill, man.
Just--
just pretend I--
I'm not here.
[grunting]
[panting]
-Go for it.
That's it.
That's it.
Argh!
Oh, god.
-I know this won't come as a
surprise, but you'll live.
Come on.
-I should have known it.
You're never on time.
Slan?
-I handled it.
-As I said, you have
all the fun and
most of the good women.
-Connor, I'm not going
back to Tessa.
I cannot put her through
this again.
-I understand.
But she won't.
Ugh.
What about the boy?
He'll need watching.
-I know.
I will.
-Mac?
Duncan, is that you?
Connor!
Are you all right?
-Yeah, I'm OK.
Don't worry.
-Where is Mac?
-He's alive.
And Slan won't be calling
you anymore.
Connor, where did Mac go?
-He didn't tell me.
But I can guess.
-Where?
-You really want to know?
[birds calling]
-I tried to call you, but--
I love you.
I love you.
-It hasn't ended.
You know that.
It won't end until--
-We don't know when
it's going to end.
We never do.
But while we're here, living in
this time and this place,
some of us, the lucky few, will
still have all the fun.
And--
-All the good women.
[chuckling]
-Listen, I've got to go.
The old ones are whispering
that, uh,
you want to be alone.
-You're welcome to stay.
-Goodbye, Tessa.
-Will I--
-I hope so.
Duncan--
-Connor.
-You didn't say goodbye?
-Never do.
THEME SONG: 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!