Highlander (1992–1998): Season 1, Episode 14 - For Evil's Sake - full transcript
Duncan witnesses a murder committed by a mime, and he recognizes it as the MO of the assassin Kuyler, an immortal responsible for the death of a French baron Duncan once protected.
MACLEOD NARRATING: I was born
400 years ago in the highlands
of Scotland.
I am Immortal, and
I am not alone.
Now is the time of the
Gathering, when the stroke of
a sword will release the power
of the Quickening.
In the end, there
can be only one.
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES
OF THE UNIVERSE"]
WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Oh!
[laughing]
[laughing]
[laughing]
-Ha, ha, ha, ha.
[gasp]
[laughing]
[laughing]
-Look at this guy.
[laughing]
[gunshot]
-Ugh!
[screams]
WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]:
He's been killed!
Oh, no!
[patrons yelling]
-OK.
Whiteface, six feet tall, weight
about 170, short hair,
brown eyes.
Hmm.
Is that about all,
Mr, uh, MacLeod?
-I think so.
-Inspector LeBrun, another
homicide was reported.
Prosecutor Barret was killed
half an hour ago in
Marne-La-Vallee.
[sigh]
[sirens]
-The Jihad swore there
would be retribution.
-Witnesses said the killer
was dressed as
an acrobat in whiteface.
LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: Just like
one that killed Judge Belson
last night.
Hm.
Barret lived 20 miles
from here.
How the hell did the killer make
it all the way over here
in traffic in 20 minutes?
-Damn it!
This wine is inferior.
Are you trying to shame
me before my friends?
-You'll need your wits tomorrow
for the peace talks
with the English.
A little moderation
might be in order.
-Moderation is for
monks, MacLeod.
[applause]
[buzzing]
-Thank you, thank you.
Again!
MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Ooh!
WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Again!
-You should smile, Duncan.
You should enjoy yourself.
You're only young once.
-When the peace talks
are over.
-You worry too much.
I know you're in charge of
protecting my person, but this
is my chateau, and no one will
dare attack me here.
[applause]
[buzzing]
-You know each other?
-We've never met before.
-But I'm sure we'll
meet again.
WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Ooh!
Oh!
-You should drink with us.
-If I may, uh--
-Absinthe.
-From the Luchesi family.
None better in the
whole of France.
-No, thank you.
Madness and death are not things
to which I aspire.
-Who wants to live forever?
-I was quite the magician,
myself, in my youth.
-Really?
Well then, perhaps my Lord Baron
would care to join us.
I'm sure your guest
would enjoy that.
-Baron, don't do this.
-Yes, perhaps he's right.
Perhaps somebody slightly
younger
and more supple might--
-I'm young enough and
strong enough for
whatever you require.
-Please, Baron--
-Who is the lord
of this manor?
-Are you ready, my lord?
-Always.
What would you have me do?
[whispering]
[laughing]
WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Oh!
How clever!
[laughing]
[screams]
-Baron!
[crying]
-I don't suppose you would be
able to recognize him if you
saw him again.
-I might.
-How could you?
He was in whiteface.
-By the color of his
eyes, shape of his
nose, his face structure.
-You're a very observant man.
-Thank you.
-Do you have a match?
-No, I don't smoke.
-Have we ever met?
-I don't think so.
-I think we have.
-I only just recently
returned to Paris.
-OK.
We have your address
if we need you.
-Well, I hope you catch him.
-We will.
Do you have a match?
-No, Inspector, I don't smoke.
-The Bureau of Arts hired me
because they think I'm an
expert on sculpture.
-You are.
-The only thing I feel expert
in is knowing how little I
really know.
-Well, then you're on the
true path to wisdom.
-The man you saw wasn't an
Immortal, so why do you think
Kuyler was involved?
-It has to be him.
It's his pattern.
He hides behind costumes
and makeup.
-But why go to all
that trouble?
-Because when people see an
acrobat or a clown, they
laugh, they relax, they
lower their guard.
What better time to kill?
-You've met him before.
-He killed a good friend.
-If he knew you were
here, would he--
-Tessa, he's not going
to challenge me.
He's an assassin,
not a warrior.
He kills when least expected.
And he prefers his
victims unarmed.
-When we left the states, I had
this fantasy that somehow
the Gathering wouldn't
find us.
I know, it's everywhere.
I just wish--
-Tessa, he doesn't
know where I am.
There's no reason
for him to know.
-What's up, Mac?
-What is that?
-What's that?
Tessa, I'm shocked!
It's Napoleon.
-You hungry?
-Am I?
Oh, of course.
Thank you.
You like it?
I got it down at the
flea market.
Had a hell of a time with
it on the subway.
-It's called the metro.
-The metro, right.
-Yeah.
-I knew that.
-Um, hm.
-What's it for?
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]:
It's for you guys.
It's, uh-- it's sort of a
barge-warming present.
-For us?
-Yeah.
Well, look.
I mean, if you don't
like it, I--
-No, no.
No it's-- it's very, very--
-Historical.
- --historical.
-Thank you.
Let me see if I can find
a place to put here.
Ah, I'll just, uh, move this
thing out of the way, here.
-Oh, why-- why don't we leave
everything where it is, just
for a while?
-Oh.
OK.
You want to live with
it for a while.
I get it--
get a feel for the room.
It's OK.
I understand.
-I really appreciate
the thought.
-Oh, well, you're
very welcome.
It's just my way of saying,
merci beaucoup.
You know, I have a very strange
feeling that Paris and
I are going to be quite good
for each other, if you guys
know what I mean.
I think it's something about
the Parisians, you know?
Their so very, very,
very French.
It's-- it's, uh, they--
they carry automatic weapons.
-What?
-Mac, get over here.
Check this out.
-Call the police.
-Kuyler?
-Who's Kuyler?
-Ugh!
-I remember you now.
Where's Kuyler?
-I don't know.
-But you sure as hell
know who he is.
-Oh, you told me.
-Don't play games with me.
That son of a bitch was
responsible for the deaths of
three very brave men, today.
-Who were they?
-The men who tried and convicted
the terrorists who
blew up the cafe near
the Bastille.
-I'm sorry, I can't help you.
-Can't or won't?
What are you MacLeod?
Don't tell me an
antique dealer.
You took out one of my
best men, and he
never saw you coming.
-Well, I didn't know
he was a cop.
I just saw a guy coming
at me with a gun.
-You thought it was Kuyler.
Just like 12 years ago.
I was a young cop at the time.
Kuyler had just assassinated
the president
of one of our banks.
I had heard he was hiding
out by the Seine.
-If you give up, MacLeod, I
won't dismember you before I
take your head.
-You go to hell.
[grunts]
-Ugh!
-Uh, ooh!
[sirens]
-Stop!
Damn!
[distant yelling]
TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: Hey,
what are you doing?
-Ugh!
Sorry, I didn't want
to miss the boat.
-What do you think
you're doing?
-Uh, I didn't want
to miss the tour.
-Is this the way you always
make an entrance?
-I wanted to make
an impression.
-You have.
Bravo.
You could have been hurt.
There's another boat
in 15 minutes.
-I wanted this one.
-I--
you--
I'm sorry for this
interruption, ladies and
gentlemen.
I told you Paris was
full of surprises.
Behind you, we have the
Cathedral of Notre Dame.
Construction began in 1163,
and was completed in 1343.
Yes.
What do you want?
-It was completed in 1345.
-What?
-Notre Dame was completed
in 1345.
-How do you know?
I suppose you were there?
-Well, no.
Actually, it was a little
bit before my time.
-Uh, anyway, as I said,
construction was completed in
thirteen-forty--
-Five.
- --three.
The Seine divides Paris
in two parts.
This is the left bank--
-How could I forget a guy who
comes crashing through a glass
door, rolls over the hood of
my car and disappears?
-It wasn't me.
-Hey, Inspector.
-What were you doing there?
GENDARME [OFFSCREEN]: There's
a message for
you from the chief.
-Your ID checks out.
Fine.
But who are you?
-We've been through this
already, and--
-And we'll go through
it again.
-You have my statement
and my papers.
Either charge me,
or let me go.
-If I find out that you lied
to me about Kuyler, you'll
share a cell with him for the
rest of your natural life.
God!
Excellent!
I think the light looks perfect,
just like that.
What do you think?
-I think it looks
like it looks.
-Yeah.
-Mm, hm.
-Looks pretty good.
Yo, Mac, what's up?
-Darius doesn't know
where Kuyler is.
-Well, maybe he split
town after he
popped those two guys.
-I doubt it.
[sigh]
No one knows what he looks
like, except me.
He could be standing five feet
away from LeBrun and he
wouldn't even know
he was there.
-So what are you going to do?
-Find him.
-Right.
The CIA and the Intergalactic
Space Patrol can't find him.
But you, Duncan MacLeod, can.
-Uh-huh.
-What are we looking for?
MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Old liquor
and specialty shops.
You have any pre-1940?
-If I did, I would keep it
and drink it myself.
I have Hierbas.
-No, I'll keep looking.
Thank you.
Do you have any, uh,
any absinthe?
-It is against the law
to sell absinthe.
-Well, uh, [clears throat]
to connoisseurs--
to true me of discretion--
such things can be
made unimportant.
-I wish I could help you.
[flipping more bills]
-Me too.
-Who sent you here?
-A friend whose tastes
I share.
A little taller than I am,
well-built, short hair.
Oh, my friend asked me to make
sure that you didn't sell me
his.
-Tell him I understand
his need.
Tuesday, noon, there'll be
another bottle for him.
Just like always.
-Good.
He'll be very pleased
to hear that.
Thank you.
[bells over door jingle]
[door closes]
-Hello?
Kuyler.
Hello.
[gun cocks]
-Here.
That's a good way to get
yourself killed, my friend.
-That's not funny.
[creaking]
[chuckling]
-I'm sorry.
I think it's very funny.
-Well, I hate this place.
It makes me feel like I'm
walking around the dead.
-Why are you here?
-There was a witness to the
killing at the cafe.
-So what?
All he saw was a man hidden
by a mask of makeup.
-Well, the guy swears that he
could identify Anthony out of
his makeup.
We have to get rid of him.
-That's not all.
LeBrun thinks that he
could identify you.
-Impossible.
Everybody who knows my
face either works for
me or they're dead.
What was the gentleman's name?
MacLeod, Duncan MacLeod.
You know him?
-Perhaps not everybody who
knows my face is dead--
yet.
-So what do I tell Richie?
-Well tell him the truth.
Tell him you hated the sculpture
and you smashed it
into a thousand pieces.
-I did not.
It was an accident.
-You mean, you didn't hate it?
-Of course, I hated it.
Anybody with any taste
would hate it.
But I didn't knock it off
the stand on purpose.
-Well, that's not what
Freud would say.
-Yeah, I'm sure the two of you
had hours of fascinating
conversations.
-Yeah, well, as a
matter of fact--
TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: What is it?
-LeBrun.
-MacLeod.
Miss.
MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]:
Inspector.
-I've come to see if
you've remembered
anything about Kuyler.
-No, I'm sorry.
-Me too.
Last night, I spoke with a
Sergeant Bennett in the US.
-Oh, how is the sergeant?
LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: Still trying
to figure out how you
turn up in the middle
of so much crap.
-Well, I'm just lucky,
I guess.
-Get down!
Ow!
Ugh!
-Give me your hand.
Give me your hand.
Richie, call an ambulance!
[moaning]
-What was I supposed to do?
MacLeod could identify me.
-You acted carelessly,
without orders.
-Well, I thought you'd be
happy if I killed him.
-But you didn't kill him.
You didn't even kill the cop.
-I will.
-You will do nothing
unless I tell you.
You made a very serious
mistake, Anthony.
Now MacLeod knows
I'm on to him.
-What's the big deal, huh?
The guy is nothing
but a bystander.
I will get him next time, pow!
Ugh!
-Am I talking to myself?
Which words didn't
you understand?
I said, MacLeod is mine.
-What?
Hey, I didn't know you had
something going with this guy.
-Well, you know now.
-I'm sorry.
Look, Kuyler, you know me.
you know I can make it right.
-It's OK.
Forget it.
[gunshot]
-Ugh!
-Now it's right.
-They told me you kept me
from bleeding to death.
-I did what I could.
-Don't expect any thanks.
If you were upfront with me
about Kuyler, this wouldn't
have happened.
-I didn't come here to argue
with you, LeBrun.
I just came here to thank you
and to tell you I owe you.
You saved Tessa's life.
-Not to mention your own.
-If you need anything.
-How about a new arm?
The bone in mine is shattered
all to hell.
You know what you cost
me, MacLeod?
You cost me my damn career.
[scoffs]
Cops with a useless arm don't
make it up the ladder.
It's bad for the photo
opportunities.
The public likes their
commissioners in one piece.
It makes them safer knowing
the guy in charge
can fire a damn gun.
-I'm sorry.
-Yeah.
Right.
Get the hell out of here.
-One of your men is
owned by Kuyler.
-Come again?
-You heard me Inspector.
-You're a liar.
-Am I?
How did Kuyler's man
know where I lived?
Did anyone else with the police
know I was a witness to
the shooting?
-I don't buy it.
You're deep into
this, MacLeod.
And you're just trying to
cover your own ass.
-You've been after
Kuyler for years.
And why has he always been
a step ahead of you?
-Because people like you
don't talk to me.
-You're a good cop, LeBrun.
Think about it.
-Thank you, Madame.
Come and see us again.
-Thank you.
Good bye.
-Glass.
-Someone might come in.
I would rather you didn't
drink it here.
I hope your friend was happy
with his purchase.
-What did you say?
-The many you sent here.
-The man I sent here?
-He said he was your friend.
-Oh, yes.
Tall, long dark hair.
-Yes, that's him.
[buzzing]
-How nice to see you, MacLeod,
especially on Holy Ground.
We've had so few opportunities
to just chat.
-This is not a social visit.
-Incidentally, I owe
you an apology.
Anthony was very sloppy.
I killed him for you.
-You're mad, Kuyler.
-Maybe.
Maybe I'm just trying to
excel at what I do.
Didn't you ever want to be
the best at something?
-Murder means nothing to you?
-On the contrary, it
means everything.
I would have thought you
would have understood
me better than that.
I was never very good
at anything else.
As a kid, there was always
someone faster or smarter.
Did you know I have a very
pleasant singing voice?
It's good, but not good enough
for grand opera.
It's the same with
my tumbling.
So you kill.
-We all have to do something.
Besides, it pays well and
I have expensive habits.
Do you know how many mortals
I've killed over the years?
-I'm sure you do.
-Oh, I've kept a book.
2,760.
Now I don't want you to think
I'm bragging, but, uh, I'm the
greatest assassin in
all of history.
Of course, there have been men
responsible for more deaths,
but, uh, none of them killed
so many, so close.
-I don't think there are
gonna be any more
entries in your book.
-Oh, I think I'll have a few
more trophies on the wall
before I retire.
-Let's go.
-Don't think so.
You see that man over there?
He's got an automatic pistol
in his jacket.
And one word from
me, and, uh--
[children laughing]
-You get my point?
I knew you would.
-I'll fine you.
-Correction--
I'll find you first.
-I had him.
He stood right next to me.
I could have just reached
out and--
-Do you believe his man would
have killed those children?
-Absolutely.
-Then what other choice
did you have?
-I don't know.
Maybe I--
-Duncan, you may be Immortal,
but you're not omnipotent.
You couldn't save that Baron.
You couldn't save
LeBrun's arm.
The world is not your
responsibility.
-Kuyler has no remorse,
whatsoever.
He kills just to gratify
his own ego.
He's still out there.
I don't know where
to begin to look.
But--
what are you doing?
-I'll call and cancel
the meeting.
-No.
The first presentation to your
board is not something you
want to cancel.
TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: Duncan.
-Go.
You have your job to
do, I have mine.
This is our life, Tessa.
We have to keep living it.
-I know.
I won't be late.
-Well, Inspector Sole, what
can I do for you?
-Well, Kuyler's killed again.
-Who was it?
-The body has not been
identified yet.
It was found in a warehouse
in the garment center.
-Are you sure it was Kuyler?
-Well, Inspector LeBrun is.
He wants to see you.
-Oh.
How's he feeling?
He checked himself out
of the hospital
against doctor's orders.
-You know, some guys are
gluttons for punishment.
Well, you know, I'm surprised
that LeBrun hasn't caught
Kuyler by now.
Aren't you?
-He's an allusive bastard,
that's for sure.
-Yeah, the way he drinks,
you'd think he make
a mistake by now.
-Or the absinthe
would kill him.
-Maybe the police should
drink a little more.
Maybe they'd understand
him better.
-I think we should go.
-OK.
I'll just get my coat.
-He's in there?
-He's waiting for you here.
-Well, you can go now.
You've done your master's
bidding.
It was the absinthe.
-What?
-Get in there.
[buzzing]
[brakes squeal]
-I'll take care of this.
-How are you feeling,
Inspector?
-Lousy.
Get out of the car, Sole.
-Is something wrong?
-Just get your ass
out of the car.
And keep your hands where
I can see them.
-Sure, Inspector, whatever
you say.
What is this all about?
-Where did you take MacLeod?
-What makes you think
I took him anywhere?
-Because I put a radio
transmitter in your damn car,
you lying son of a bitch!
Why did you sell out?
Was it only for the money we
found in the Swiss account?
-Inspector, whatever you think,
I assure you I can
explain everything.
[scoffs]
-You're going to
do life, Sole.
And I'm going to see
to it personally.
Where is MacLeod?
Come on!
[SWORD SWISHES AND BREAKS
A MANNEQUIN]
-MacLeod, how good
of you to call.
So you did find me after all.
Oh, it's just me and you.
And there's nowhere to go.
-Get on with it, then.
-Oh.
Tck, tck, tck, tck.
What's the big hurry to die?
Huh?
You know, I never told you
before, but I've missed you
all these years.
One for the road?
Mm, [sigh]
I do so hate to drink alone.
Now I can finish what I started,
all those years ago.
-Well, I think it's going
to be a little
different this time.
-Oh, really?
Why's that?
-I forgot to mention--
I brought this.
-And I thought you were just
another pretty face.
Aah!
[thunder rumbling]
-Aaaahh!
-MacLeod!
MacLeod, you in there?
MacLeod!
[knocking]
LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: MacLeod.
-Inspector LeBrun, what are you
doing here this evening?
-What happened at the
garment factory?
-What garment factory?
-With Kuyler.
-Oh, you still insist
that I know him.
-Know him?
You decapitated him.
-[scoffs]
When did I do that?
[door opening]
-Tonight.
Sole took you there,
on Kuyler's orders.
-Good evening.
-And why would he want to
do something like that?
-Because you were right.
Kuyler owned him.
-Oh, so Sole's been lying
to you all this time.
-Yes.
-But you still believe
him about this?
Thanks, sweetheart.
-You won't admit to any part
of this, will you?
-How could I?
-And, I guess, according
to you, he's
been here all evening?
-You wouldn't want me
to lie, would you?
-I'll show you out, Inspector.
-I can't prove anything, but
we both know what happened.
-Goodbye, Inspector.
-Not goodbye, au revoir.
It's my guess I'll be
seeing you again.
-Ooh!
Cheers!
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES
OF THE UNIVERSE"]
400 years ago in the highlands
of Scotland.
I am Immortal, and
I am not alone.
Now is the time of the
Gathering, when the stroke of
a sword will release the power
of the Quickening.
In the end, there
can be only one.
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES
OF THE UNIVERSE"]
WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Oh!
[laughing]
[laughing]
[laughing]
-Ha, ha, ha, ha.
[gasp]
[laughing]
[laughing]
-Look at this guy.
[laughing]
[gunshot]
-Ugh!
[screams]
WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]:
He's been killed!
Oh, no!
[patrons yelling]
-OK.
Whiteface, six feet tall, weight
about 170, short hair,
brown eyes.
Hmm.
Is that about all,
Mr, uh, MacLeod?
-I think so.
-Inspector LeBrun, another
homicide was reported.
Prosecutor Barret was killed
half an hour ago in
Marne-La-Vallee.
[sigh]
[sirens]
-The Jihad swore there
would be retribution.
-Witnesses said the killer
was dressed as
an acrobat in whiteface.
LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: Just like
one that killed Judge Belson
last night.
Hm.
Barret lived 20 miles
from here.
How the hell did the killer make
it all the way over here
in traffic in 20 minutes?
-Damn it!
This wine is inferior.
Are you trying to shame
me before my friends?
-You'll need your wits tomorrow
for the peace talks
with the English.
A little moderation
might be in order.
-Moderation is for
monks, MacLeod.
[applause]
[buzzing]
-Thank you, thank you.
Again!
MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Ooh!
WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Again!
-You should smile, Duncan.
You should enjoy yourself.
You're only young once.
-When the peace talks
are over.
-You worry too much.
I know you're in charge of
protecting my person, but this
is my chateau, and no one will
dare attack me here.
[applause]
[buzzing]
-You know each other?
-We've never met before.
-But I'm sure we'll
meet again.
WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Ooh!
Oh!
-You should drink with us.
-If I may, uh--
-Absinthe.
-From the Luchesi family.
None better in the
whole of France.
-No, thank you.
Madness and death are not things
to which I aspire.
-Who wants to live forever?
-I was quite the magician,
myself, in my youth.
-Really?
Well then, perhaps my Lord Baron
would care to join us.
I'm sure your guest
would enjoy that.
-Baron, don't do this.
-Yes, perhaps he's right.
Perhaps somebody slightly
younger
and more supple might--
-I'm young enough and
strong enough for
whatever you require.
-Please, Baron--
-Who is the lord
of this manor?
-Are you ready, my lord?
-Always.
What would you have me do?
[whispering]
[laughing]
WOMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Oh!
How clever!
[laughing]
[screams]
-Baron!
[crying]
-I don't suppose you would be
able to recognize him if you
saw him again.
-I might.
-How could you?
He was in whiteface.
-By the color of his
eyes, shape of his
nose, his face structure.
-You're a very observant man.
-Thank you.
-Do you have a match?
-No, I don't smoke.
-Have we ever met?
-I don't think so.
-I think we have.
-I only just recently
returned to Paris.
-OK.
We have your address
if we need you.
-Well, I hope you catch him.
-We will.
Do you have a match?
-No, Inspector, I don't smoke.
-The Bureau of Arts hired me
because they think I'm an
expert on sculpture.
-You are.
-The only thing I feel expert
in is knowing how little I
really know.
-Well, then you're on the
true path to wisdom.
-The man you saw wasn't an
Immortal, so why do you think
Kuyler was involved?
-It has to be him.
It's his pattern.
He hides behind costumes
and makeup.
-But why go to all
that trouble?
-Because when people see an
acrobat or a clown, they
laugh, they relax, they
lower their guard.
What better time to kill?
-You've met him before.
-He killed a good friend.
-If he knew you were
here, would he--
-Tessa, he's not going
to challenge me.
He's an assassin,
not a warrior.
He kills when least expected.
And he prefers his
victims unarmed.
-When we left the states, I had
this fantasy that somehow
the Gathering wouldn't
find us.
I know, it's everywhere.
I just wish--
-Tessa, he doesn't
know where I am.
There's no reason
for him to know.
-What's up, Mac?
-What is that?
-What's that?
Tessa, I'm shocked!
It's Napoleon.
-You hungry?
-Am I?
Oh, of course.
Thank you.
You like it?
I got it down at the
flea market.
Had a hell of a time with
it on the subway.
-It's called the metro.
-The metro, right.
-Yeah.
-I knew that.
-Um, hm.
-What's it for?
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]:
It's for you guys.
It's, uh-- it's sort of a
barge-warming present.
-For us?
-Yeah.
Well, look.
I mean, if you don't
like it, I--
-No, no.
No it's-- it's very, very--
-Historical.
- --historical.
-Thank you.
Let me see if I can find
a place to put here.
Ah, I'll just, uh, move this
thing out of the way, here.
-Oh, why-- why don't we leave
everything where it is, just
for a while?
-Oh.
OK.
You want to live with
it for a while.
I get it--
get a feel for the room.
It's OK.
I understand.
-I really appreciate
the thought.
-Oh, well, you're
very welcome.
It's just my way of saying,
merci beaucoup.
You know, I have a very strange
feeling that Paris and
I are going to be quite good
for each other, if you guys
know what I mean.
I think it's something about
the Parisians, you know?
Their so very, very,
very French.
It's-- it's, uh, they--
they carry automatic weapons.
-What?
-Mac, get over here.
Check this out.
-Call the police.
-Kuyler?
-Who's Kuyler?
-Ugh!
-I remember you now.
Where's Kuyler?
-I don't know.
-But you sure as hell
know who he is.
-Oh, you told me.
-Don't play games with me.
That son of a bitch was
responsible for the deaths of
three very brave men, today.
-Who were they?
-The men who tried and convicted
the terrorists who
blew up the cafe near
the Bastille.
-I'm sorry, I can't help you.
-Can't or won't?
What are you MacLeod?
Don't tell me an
antique dealer.
You took out one of my
best men, and he
never saw you coming.
-Well, I didn't know
he was a cop.
I just saw a guy coming
at me with a gun.
-You thought it was Kuyler.
Just like 12 years ago.
I was a young cop at the time.
Kuyler had just assassinated
the president
of one of our banks.
I had heard he was hiding
out by the Seine.
-If you give up, MacLeod, I
won't dismember you before I
take your head.
-You go to hell.
[grunts]
-Ugh!
-Uh, ooh!
[sirens]
-Stop!
Damn!
[distant yelling]
TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: Hey,
what are you doing?
-Ugh!
Sorry, I didn't want
to miss the boat.
-What do you think
you're doing?
-Uh, I didn't want
to miss the tour.
-Is this the way you always
make an entrance?
-I wanted to make
an impression.
-You have.
Bravo.
You could have been hurt.
There's another boat
in 15 minutes.
-I wanted this one.
-I--
you--
I'm sorry for this
interruption, ladies and
gentlemen.
I told you Paris was
full of surprises.
Behind you, we have the
Cathedral of Notre Dame.
Construction began in 1163,
and was completed in 1343.
Yes.
What do you want?
-It was completed in 1345.
-What?
-Notre Dame was completed
in 1345.
-How do you know?
I suppose you were there?
-Well, no.
Actually, it was a little
bit before my time.
-Uh, anyway, as I said,
construction was completed in
thirteen-forty--
-Five.
- --three.
The Seine divides Paris
in two parts.
This is the left bank--
-How could I forget a guy who
comes crashing through a glass
door, rolls over the hood of
my car and disappears?
-It wasn't me.
-Hey, Inspector.
-What were you doing there?
GENDARME [OFFSCREEN]: There's
a message for
you from the chief.
-Your ID checks out.
Fine.
But who are you?
-We've been through this
already, and--
-And we'll go through
it again.
-You have my statement
and my papers.
Either charge me,
or let me go.
-If I find out that you lied
to me about Kuyler, you'll
share a cell with him for the
rest of your natural life.
God!
Excellent!
I think the light looks perfect,
just like that.
What do you think?
-I think it looks
like it looks.
-Yeah.
-Mm, hm.
-Looks pretty good.
Yo, Mac, what's up?
-Darius doesn't know
where Kuyler is.
-Well, maybe he split
town after he
popped those two guys.
-I doubt it.
[sigh]
No one knows what he looks
like, except me.
He could be standing five feet
away from LeBrun and he
wouldn't even know
he was there.
-So what are you going to do?
-Find him.
-Right.
The CIA and the Intergalactic
Space Patrol can't find him.
But you, Duncan MacLeod, can.
-Uh-huh.
-What are we looking for?
MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Old liquor
and specialty shops.
You have any pre-1940?
-If I did, I would keep it
and drink it myself.
I have Hierbas.
-No, I'll keep looking.
Thank you.
Do you have any, uh,
any absinthe?
-It is against the law
to sell absinthe.
-Well, uh, [clears throat]
to connoisseurs--
to true me of discretion--
such things can be
made unimportant.
-I wish I could help you.
[flipping more bills]
-Me too.
-Who sent you here?
-A friend whose tastes
I share.
A little taller than I am,
well-built, short hair.
Oh, my friend asked me to make
sure that you didn't sell me
his.
-Tell him I understand
his need.
Tuesday, noon, there'll be
another bottle for him.
Just like always.
-Good.
He'll be very pleased
to hear that.
Thank you.
[bells over door jingle]
[door closes]
-Hello?
Kuyler.
Hello.
[gun cocks]
-Here.
That's a good way to get
yourself killed, my friend.
-That's not funny.
[creaking]
[chuckling]
-I'm sorry.
I think it's very funny.
-Well, I hate this place.
It makes me feel like I'm
walking around the dead.
-Why are you here?
-There was a witness to the
killing at the cafe.
-So what?
All he saw was a man hidden
by a mask of makeup.
-Well, the guy swears that he
could identify Anthony out of
his makeup.
We have to get rid of him.
-That's not all.
LeBrun thinks that he
could identify you.
-Impossible.
Everybody who knows my
face either works for
me or they're dead.
What was the gentleman's name?
MacLeod, Duncan MacLeod.
You know him?
-Perhaps not everybody who
knows my face is dead--
yet.
-So what do I tell Richie?
-Well tell him the truth.
Tell him you hated the sculpture
and you smashed it
into a thousand pieces.
-I did not.
It was an accident.
-You mean, you didn't hate it?
-Of course, I hated it.
Anybody with any taste
would hate it.
But I didn't knock it off
the stand on purpose.
-Well, that's not what
Freud would say.
-Yeah, I'm sure the two of you
had hours of fascinating
conversations.
-Yeah, well, as a
matter of fact--
TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: What is it?
-LeBrun.
-MacLeod.
Miss.
MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]:
Inspector.
-I've come to see if
you've remembered
anything about Kuyler.
-No, I'm sorry.
-Me too.
Last night, I spoke with a
Sergeant Bennett in the US.
-Oh, how is the sergeant?
LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: Still trying
to figure out how you
turn up in the middle
of so much crap.
-Well, I'm just lucky,
I guess.
-Get down!
Ow!
Ugh!
-Give me your hand.
Give me your hand.
Richie, call an ambulance!
[moaning]
-What was I supposed to do?
MacLeod could identify me.
-You acted carelessly,
without orders.
-Well, I thought you'd be
happy if I killed him.
-But you didn't kill him.
You didn't even kill the cop.
-I will.
-You will do nothing
unless I tell you.
You made a very serious
mistake, Anthony.
Now MacLeod knows
I'm on to him.
-What's the big deal, huh?
The guy is nothing
but a bystander.
I will get him next time, pow!
Ugh!
-Am I talking to myself?
Which words didn't
you understand?
I said, MacLeod is mine.
-What?
Hey, I didn't know you had
something going with this guy.
-Well, you know now.
-I'm sorry.
Look, Kuyler, you know me.
you know I can make it right.
-It's OK.
Forget it.
[gunshot]
-Ugh!
-Now it's right.
-They told me you kept me
from bleeding to death.
-I did what I could.
-Don't expect any thanks.
If you were upfront with me
about Kuyler, this wouldn't
have happened.
-I didn't come here to argue
with you, LeBrun.
I just came here to thank you
and to tell you I owe you.
You saved Tessa's life.
-Not to mention your own.
-If you need anything.
-How about a new arm?
The bone in mine is shattered
all to hell.
You know what you cost
me, MacLeod?
You cost me my damn career.
[scoffs]
Cops with a useless arm don't
make it up the ladder.
It's bad for the photo
opportunities.
The public likes their
commissioners in one piece.
It makes them safer knowing
the guy in charge
can fire a damn gun.
-I'm sorry.
-Yeah.
Right.
Get the hell out of here.
-One of your men is
owned by Kuyler.
-Come again?
-You heard me Inspector.
-You're a liar.
-Am I?
How did Kuyler's man
know where I lived?
Did anyone else with the police
know I was a witness to
the shooting?
-I don't buy it.
You're deep into
this, MacLeod.
And you're just trying to
cover your own ass.
-You've been after
Kuyler for years.
And why has he always been
a step ahead of you?
-Because people like you
don't talk to me.
-You're a good cop, LeBrun.
Think about it.
-Thank you, Madame.
Come and see us again.
-Thank you.
Good bye.
-Glass.
-Someone might come in.
I would rather you didn't
drink it here.
I hope your friend was happy
with his purchase.
-What did you say?
-The many you sent here.
-The man I sent here?
-He said he was your friend.
-Oh, yes.
Tall, long dark hair.
-Yes, that's him.
[buzzing]
-How nice to see you, MacLeod,
especially on Holy Ground.
We've had so few opportunities
to just chat.
-This is not a social visit.
-Incidentally, I owe
you an apology.
Anthony was very sloppy.
I killed him for you.
-You're mad, Kuyler.
-Maybe.
Maybe I'm just trying to
excel at what I do.
Didn't you ever want to be
the best at something?
-Murder means nothing to you?
-On the contrary, it
means everything.
I would have thought you
would have understood
me better than that.
I was never very good
at anything else.
As a kid, there was always
someone faster or smarter.
Did you know I have a very
pleasant singing voice?
It's good, but not good enough
for grand opera.
It's the same with
my tumbling.
So you kill.
-We all have to do something.
Besides, it pays well and
I have expensive habits.
Do you know how many mortals
I've killed over the years?
-I'm sure you do.
-Oh, I've kept a book.
2,760.
Now I don't want you to think
I'm bragging, but, uh, I'm the
greatest assassin in
all of history.
Of course, there have been men
responsible for more deaths,
but, uh, none of them killed
so many, so close.
-I don't think there are
gonna be any more
entries in your book.
-Oh, I think I'll have a few
more trophies on the wall
before I retire.
-Let's go.
-Don't think so.
You see that man over there?
He's got an automatic pistol
in his jacket.
And one word from
me, and, uh--
[children laughing]
-You get my point?
I knew you would.
-I'll fine you.
-Correction--
I'll find you first.
-I had him.
He stood right next to me.
I could have just reached
out and--
-Do you believe his man would
have killed those children?
-Absolutely.
-Then what other choice
did you have?
-I don't know.
Maybe I--
-Duncan, you may be Immortal,
but you're not omnipotent.
You couldn't save that Baron.
You couldn't save
LeBrun's arm.
The world is not your
responsibility.
-Kuyler has no remorse,
whatsoever.
He kills just to gratify
his own ego.
He's still out there.
I don't know where
to begin to look.
But--
what are you doing?
-I'll call and cancel
the meeting.
-No.
The first presentation to your
board is not something you
want to cancel.
TESSA [OFFSCREEN]: Duncan.
-Go.
You have your job to
do, I have mine.
This is our life, Tessa.
We have to keep living it.
-I know.
I won't be late.
-Well, Inspector Sole, what
can I do for you?
-Well, Kuyler's killed again.
-Who was it?
-The body has not been
identified yet.
It was found in a warehouse
in the garment center.
-Are you sure it was Kuyler?
-Well, Inspector LeBrun is.
He wants to see you.
-Oh.
How's he feeling?
He checked himself out
of the hospital
against doctor's orders.
-You know, some guys are
gluttons for punishment.
Well, you know, I'm surprised
that LeBrun hasn't caught
Kuyler by now.
Aren't you?
-He's an allusive bastard,
that's for sure.
-Yeah, the way he drinks,
you'd think he make
a mistake by now.
-Or the absinthe
would kill him.
-Maybe the police should
drink a little more.
Maybe they'd understand
him better.
-I think we should go.
-OK.
I'll just get my coat.
-He's in there?
-He's waiting for you here.
-Well, you can go now.
You've done your master's
bidding.
It was the absinthe.
-What?
-Get in there.
[buzzing]
[brakes squeal]
-I'll take care of this.
-How are you feeling,
Inspector?
-Lousy.
Get out of the car, Sole.
-Is something wrong?
-Just get your ass
out of the car.
And keep your hands where
I can see them.
-Sure, Inspector, whatever
you say.
What is this all about?
-Where did you take MacLeod?
-What makes you think
I took him anywhere?
-Because I put a radio
transmitter in your damn car,
you lying son of a bitch!
Why did you sell out?
Was it only for the money we
found in the Swiss account?
-Inspector, whatever you think,
I assure you I can
explain everything.
[scoffs]
-You're going to
do life, Sole.
And I'm going to see
to it personally.
Where is MacLeod?
Come on!
[SWORD SWISHES AND BREAKS
A MANNEQUIN]
-MacLeod, how good
of you to call.
So you did find me after all.
Oh, it's just me and you.
And there's nowhere to go.
-Get on with it, then.
-Oh.
Tck, tck, tck, tck.
What's the big hurry to die?
Huh?
You know, I never told you
before, but I've missed you
all these years.
One for the road?
Mm, [sigh]
I do so hate to drink alone.
Now I can finish what I started,
all those years ago.
-Well, I think it's going
to be a little
different this time.
-Oh, really?
Why's that?
-I forgot to mention--
I brought this.
-And I thought you were just
another pretty face.
Aah!
[thunder rumbling]
-Aaaahh!
-MacLeod!
MacLeod, you in there?
MacLeod!
[knocking]
LEBRUN [OFFSCREEN]: MacLeod.
-Inspector LeBrun, what are you
doing here this evening?
-What happened at the
garment factory?
-What garment factory?
-With Kuyler.
-Oh, you still insist
that I know him.
-Know him?
You decapitated him.
-[scoffs]
When did I do that?
[door opening]
-Tonight.
Sole took you there,
on Kuyler's orders.
-Good evening.
-And why would he want to
do something like that?
-Because you were right.
Kuyler owned him.
-Oh, so Sole's been lying
to you all this time.
-Yes.
-But you still believe
him about this?
Thanks, sweetheart.
-You won't admit to any part
of this, will you?
-How could I?
-And, I guess, according
to you, he's
been here all evening?
-You wouldn't want me
to lie, would you?
-I'll show you out, Inspector.
-I can't prove anything, but
we both know what happened.
-Goodbye, Inspector.
-Not goodbye, au revoir.
It's my guess I'll be
seeing you again.
-Ooh!
Cheers!
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES
OF THE UNIVERSE"]