Highlander (1992–1998): Season 1, Episode 22 - The Hunters - full transcript
Duncan receives a visit from an old friend, the immortal Hugh Fitzcairn. Fitzcairn informs him that several immortals have gone missing recently, and that he thinks something isn't right. When Darius is killed in his church they know that it isn't the work of another immortal, so they vow to avenge Darius by finding who is responsible.
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES
OF THE UNIVERSE"]
-[chuckling]
[laughing]
[groaning and laughing]
[moaning]
[breathing heavily]
What is it?
An immortal?
-[QUIETLY] Yeah.
[knock on door]
HUGH FITZCAIRN [OFFSCREEN]:
MacLeod?
Why can't you live in an
apartment like everybody else?
-Fitzcairn?
-Oh, excuse me.
I hope that sword
isn't for me.
-It is if you keep staring.
Hey!
-Oh, forgive me, my lady.
-That's Tessa.
-Hugh Fitzcairn.
I'm so taken with
your loveliness.
-Well, thank you, kind sir.
-Kind?
And brave.
Did Duncan ever tell you about
the time that we, uh--
-Oh, but I'm sure you will.
So why don't you go, uh, on
deck, and I'll meet you up
there in a second.
That's Fitz.
-Mead.
The honeyed nectar
of the gods.
-[chuckles]
-Haven't tasted this since
King Richard's day.
Where on Earth d'you find it?
-Darius brews it himself.
-Oh, Brother Darius.
Well, he hasn't lost his
brewmaster's touch.
-No, right.
-[chuckles]
You know, I still
can't imagine an
immortal as a priest.
I mean, the religion
I can understand.
But giving up women?
[scoffs]
-[chuckles]
-Has the man gone
completely mad?
[chuckles]
-So what brings you here?
-Yeah.
Well, some friends, all
immortals, have
recently gone missing.
-Well, it's the time
of The Gathering.
-One immortal goes missing,
granted it could be one of us
took his head.
But three?
Where did they go?
What happened to the bodies?
-You spoke to all of
them recently?
-Except Thackery.
We were due to meet in Dublin
on the day he disappeared.
He said he had something to show
me, something he'd never
seen before.
-[chuckles]
You know, that's,
that's strange.
I spoke to Darius
the other day.
He said he had a dream
about Thackery.
-Don't tell me he still think
he's having dreams that
foretell the future?
-Oh, it was probably
a throwback from
his misspent youth.
[both chuckling]
-Did he say what it was about?
-Oh, this and that.
It was mainly about his death.
[church bells ringing]
[GREGORIAN CHANTING
MUSIC PLAYING]
[telephone ringing]
-He's not answering.
[ENGINE ROARING AND
TIRES SQUEALING]
-I don't feel him.
-He's not here.
-He's always here.
[YELLING] Darius!
Darius!
-He must have put up
a tremendous fight.
-Yes.
-The world will truly
be a darker place
without you, my friend.
-I didn't believe
his premonition.
I just never thought he'd--
No one's to know what
happened here.
-Police?
-They won't do anything about
him being missing
for a couple days.
Once I've dealt with whoever
killed him--
-MacLeod.
Once we've dealt with whoever.
-OK.
Once we've dealt with whoever
killed him, we'll give him a
decent funeral.
-You know, this doesn't
make any sense.
This is holy ground.
No immortal would
come in here.
-Somebody did.
-I can't believe he's gone.
-Yes.
He'll be sadly missed.
He was one of the best of us.
I made some notes of my
conversations with Thackery.
They're back at the hotel.
They're not much, but--
-It's a start.
-I'm so sorry, Duncan.
Do you have any idea who?
-No.
-You, my friends!
What's happening?
Oh, company.
Hi.
It's nice to meet you.
I'm Richie.
-Hugh Fitzcairn.
-Pleasure.
[chuckles]
You are not going to believe
what happened to me today.
What is going on here?
What's with all the
long faces?
What happened?
Somebody die?
What's the story?
[whispering]
-I'm sorry.
Look, is there something
I can do?
Let me do--
Let me help.
-Your intentions are most
honorable, young man.
But this is best left to
Duncan and myself.
-All right.
OK.
It's, uh, it's your situation.
I never thought one of the
good guys would lose.
-You know, if mortals did kill
Darius, you don't think it's a
bit of a coincidence that
they beheaded him?
-Unless they know about us.
-Now that is a troubling
thought.
-Monsieur Fitzcairn, monsieur.
[telephone ringing]
[door opening loudly]
-Excuse me, sir.
-Don't touch me.
[grunts]
-[groans]
-Can we talk?
[men groaning]
-[groans]
[grunting]
-[groans]
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
[car engine stalling]
-[grunts]
[engine roaring]
[tires screeching]
-[groans]
-[groans]
-[groans]
-[grunting]
[groans]
[grunts]
-Who sent you?
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
-Who sent you?
-[grunts]
Talk to me.
-[groans]
-Why?
Why?
-Grazie, signore.
-There's a ship for England
that sails at dawn.
We should be aboard.
-[sighs]
You worry too much, my friend.
Actually, I think we
should stay for at
least another two days.
-MacLeod, this is serious.
Our service to the Duke
di Milano is finished.
Our work is done.
-But he's still in danger.
-We've brought him
here safely.
Oh, I see.
Is it the duke you're worried
about or his daughter?
-[chuckles]
Well, twice I've intercepted
poison meant for him.
-'Tis well you have a cast-iron
stomach, my friend.
-Well, as they say, it
runs in the family.
-Aye.
-[chuckles]
-But if we stay, it's only a
matter of time before his
enemies come looking for us.
Nice pipes.
FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
How about something else?
Wonderful.
[inaudible]
FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Very good.
-My instinct tells me
we should leave.
-Since when have you been
bothered by a good fight?
-Oh, it's not the
fight I hate.
It's the waiting for it.
-Death to the duke.
-[yelling]
-[groans]
[men yelling]
-[groans]
-[grunts]
[grunts]
-[groans]
[grunts]
-You having trouble,
Fitzcairn?
Buongiomo.
-[groaning]
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
-Seems my instinct was right.
-[QUIETLY] Fitz.
-Go.
-Get the shot?
-We should never
have split up.
I can't believe I fell
for that, Tessa.
It's the age-old rule,
divide and conquer.
-Maybe they're working
for some government.
-Yeah, well, that doesn't
explain the tattoo.
Damn!
I can't find that
symbol anywhere.
-That man chose to die instead
of talking to you.
Mac, I'm scared.
-Well, you should be.
-Ouch!
[groans]
[gasping]
[breathing heavily]
-Let me have a look at it.
That's a nasty cut.
-Yeah.
Damn.
It's bleeding.
[groans]
-I'm sorry.
-Maybe they're working
for an immortal.
-Yeah, maybe.
No, that can't happen.
Darius was in a church.
Even the most evil
of us wouldn't
desecrate holy ground.
It looked as if they
were searching for
something in the rectory.
-What?
-I don't know.
-If Darius knew what it
was about, wouldn't
he have told you?
-[WHISPERING] Oh, sweetheart.
-Where you go?
-[NORMAL VOLUME] I'm going
back to the rectory.
-Mac, I've been thinking
about this.
Fitzcairn had meetings with
three other immortals, and
they all disappeared.
Right?
-Maybe he led them to Thackery
without meaning to.
-Right.
Fitzcairn came here.
He didn't go to Darius.
Why don't they just
go after him?
-They did.
-Oh, man.
What's--
-Look, I don't have
time to explain.
All right?
I think the answer's back
at the rectory.
You take it easy.
All right?
-OK.
-Look after Tessa for me.
-I will.
Mac, there's one thing
I don't get, though.
If these guys are just regular
human beings and they can't
sense you immortals, how
do they know when
they've found one?
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS
TO LIVE FOREVER"]
-Here.
Try some of this.
-Oh, this isn't some more of
your moss stuff, is it?
-No, no.
-I don't trust you.
Are you sure it's not?
It's from a mold spore.
[laughs]
Want some more?
-No, no.
[canons firing in distance]
-I am Duncan MacLeod of
the Clan MacLeod.
-I am Darius.
You won't need that.
You shouldn't be taking
part in this tragedy.
-I was raised a warrior.
I choose battles I believe
to be just.
-Oh, I'm sure.
You're quite loyal to your
convictions and your
compatriots.
But I wonder what these men
think about that, about
convictions and compatriotism
now.
-So my old friend,
how are we today?
-Mm.
-Are you ready for our game?
Or are you afraid I'll
finally beat you?
-[scoffs]
-What's the matter?
-Sometimes being a Catholic
priest is
easier than other times.
-Anything you want
to talk about?
-What that I could, my friend.
What that I could.
Now to our game.
-I won't press.
If there's anything you need--
-Yes, I know.
But some things must
remain unsaid.
-OK.
So who's move is it?
-It's yours.
-Are you sure?
-Yes, play.
Good move now, huh?
-[sighs]
-He knew.
-[screams]
[gasping]
-I'm sorry.
-It's OK.
I didn't see him.
-I startled you.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
-Oh, you've hurt your hand.
Let me take a look at that.
-Oh, it's just a cut.
-No, no.
I'm a doctor.
I insist.
-Oh!
-I'm sorry.
I've, I've made it
bleed again.
Still, it looks quite healthy.
You should be careful.
Infections can lead to all
kinds of nasty things.
-He was one of them,
wasn't he?
-He wanted to know if you
were an immortal.
If you were, you would have
healed more quickly.
-What if I was?
They must have been following
me all day, and
I didn't see them.
-I think you only see these
people when they want you to.
Where's Richie?
-At the antique dealer.
Rue des Moineaux.
I'm wanted to go, but he.
Insisted Why?
-[sighs]
Lock this place up tight.
Don't let anybody in.
Anybody.
Nice day.
What do you want?
Oh, pardon.
Pardon.
[speaking french]
[speaking german]
[speaking italian]
[speaking russian]
No?
Uh--
[speaking chinese]
-[grunts]
[groans]
-[yells]
[groans]
-[grunts]
-[groans]
-[grunts]
-What's this?
-[yells]
-[groans]
-[groans]
-[groans]
-[groans]
-[inaudible]
Hey, what is going on?
Get outta here.
What's going on?
Clear the yard.
-I think the police are here.
-[sighs]
Why'd you come back?
-Well, Mac, I'd, uh,
I'd like to say I
sensed you were in danger.
But the truth is there's this
really cute blond that works
in the antique store.
-Great.
I never thought I'd be thankful
for your libido.
-[chuckles]
-[sighs]
-Hey!
What do they think they're
playing at?
"Dungeons and Dragons"?
Hello!
You killed Darius, and you took
Thackery and the others.
What do you want?
I know my countenance is
pleasurable to the eye, but,
well, can't we discuss this?
You'll find me a friendly
sort of chap when
you get to know me.
Damn you.
-[grunts]
-Remove the arrow.
-Anton, make sure he's dead.
Then we'll see if he's
truly immortal.
-This book holds the key
to what's going on.
Darius put my clan colors on
it so that I'd find it.
-What's it say?
-Well, I'm not certain, but most
pages have been destroyed
in some kind of fire.
The ones left are handwritten
in ancient German.
-But you speak German.
-This is primitive Teutonic.
Well before my time.
It's a book on some
kind of mythology.
-What kind of mythology?
-It speaks of, uh, battles,
gods, and immortality.
-It's a book about you guys?
-Written hundreds
of years ago?
-What should we do?
-Well, I have to spend
a little more
time with this book.
-You want me to do something?
-Yeah.
Hold down the fort.
-All right.
No company?
-No thanks, Rich.
-OK.
What's it like for him, Tess?
-What do you mean?
-To have a friend for
200 years and then--
-I don't know.
-So you are one of them.
-You weren't sure, were you?
It was a test.
What if I'd been mortal?
You'd have murdered
an innocent man,
you ruthless bastard.
-Where's the book?
-Who you working for?
One of us?
Is that your game?
How much is he paying you?
-Where's the book?
-Book?
What book?
-The Fifth Chronicle.
-The Fifth Chronicle?
What, what are you
talking about?
-Don't lie to me.
We know Darius had it.
-Now look, do I look like
a fellow who's in
any position to lie?
[groaning]
[CHOKINGLY] You know, you really
should do something
about that temper of yours.
Because one of these days, it's
going to get you into
terrible trouble.
[groaning]
-I've often wondered how much
pain an immortal can bear
before he went mad.
-Let's go!
Let's go!
Come on.
-Oh, yeah.
Like a, like a sword is the
standard issue for home
protection.
-Where's Tessa?
-She's down below.
-Let's get inside.
It's a book of observations
on who we are, what we do.
-So it's like a history book.
-Whoever wrote it was
a historian, yeah.
A secretary to a secret order of
men who observed us but did
nothing to interfere.
That's why we didn't
know about them.
-Mac, we gotta do something.
They cannot just kill
Darius and walk.
-We are doing something.
-What are we doing?
It seems like we're
just sitting here.
It seem like we're
dong nothing.
-We're waiting.
-What are were waiting for?
-These men leave nothing
to chance.
They observe before
they strike.
-You OK?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
-You don't have to be.
-Tessa, he's dead, and there's
nothing I can do
to bring him back.
What else is there to say?
-You don't have to
say anything.
I just want you to let
yourself mourn.
-I've buried more friends
than I can count, Tess.
Death is part of my life.
-[sighs]
Not his death.
-He was so wise, taught
me so much.
He wasn't supposed to die.
-I know.
-He was on holy ground, Tess.
He should have been safe.
He should have been safe.
Come on.
-Oh.
Oh, man, oh.
Messy.
Always people and their dogs.
I can't believe--
Can you believe this?
Again and again.
Oh, this always happens to me.
Oh, this is disgusting.
Always.
All the time.
Get this stuff off.
Maybe you got a Kleenex
or something?
Can you believe this?
[groans]
[glass shatters]
-[groans]
[grunts]
-Who are you?
-[groans]
[grunts]
[groans]
-What happened?
-[groaning]
-Talk to me!
Why'd you kill Darius?
-[groans]
-Nothing in the car.
-Move the barge.
-Damn.
-We have won a great victory.
We have destroyed a malignant
evil that has walked this
Earth in the form of a man
for the last 2,000 years.
People do not cheer us.
People do not even
know we exist.
But we know the battle
we fight.
We know the evil we
must destroy.
I would like to send you back to
your homes, to your lives.
But our work here
is not finished.
Bring him.
-Ah.
Come to play some more.
Oh, it's about time you good
fellows came to your senses.
I'm sure we can come to some
amicable arrangement.
Take me to your master, if
you can get the lock off.
[laughs]
And don't be so aggressive.
Please be careful
with my jacket.
Just a minute!
This, this is madness!
There are no immortals here!
All I am will be wasted.
What do you want?
All I know will be lost!
There will be no Quickening.
What do you want?
You're mad!
-Need a light?
-[groans]
-You're making a
great mistake.
I've been friends to generations
of men, your
grandfathers, your
great-grandfathers.
I've slain tyrants who would
have made slaves of your
enemies, you ungrateful
encephalopods.
-You are an abomination,
before nature and
in the eyes of man.
There is no glory but ours,
no destiny that
is not of our making.
-Ow.
Oh, well, if it's time to go,
then it's been a grand romp.
Oh, the stories I could
tell you lads.
I don't suppose you've
got time to listen?
[panting]
Do I get a last request?
-No.
-And you call yourself human?
-What is it?
-A last smoke of my pipe.
-I don't think so.
-[groans]
-MacLeod, what kept you?
[men groaning and grunting]
-[sighs]
I'm over here.
-[groans]
-Not so easy one-on-one,
is it?
-[grunting]
-Hey!
Guillotine.
-MacLeod!
-[groans]
[electricity buzzing]
-[groaning]
[panting]
Is that how you In Darius?
-I'm unarmed.
-You hate us, but you expect
us to behave honorably.
Why is that?
-When you kill me, others
will come to continue
what we have begun.
-[laughing]
I'm not your enemy.
This isn't about mortals.
We have our own fight.
Don't you understand?
-We've always understood.
We will never be dominated.
[both grunting and groaning]
-No one wants to dominate you.
-Liar.
We know about The Gathering.
-Do you sense evil in me?
Talk to me!
Tell me what you know!
-It's about power.
There is nothing greater
than the power of man!
Nothing.
[grunts]
-[groans]
-You must die.
All of you!
-[grunts]
-[groaning]
-MacLeod!
-[grunts]
-[groaning]
Oh, god.
What took you so long?
[groans]
This thing makes me nervous.
Get me out of it.
-[grunts]
-[groaning]
[panting]
The women of the world will
thank you, my friend.
-You have it?
-Mm-hmm.
Where's Richie?
I think Darius would want
him to be here.
-He knows.
He'll be right in.
I know you'll never have another
friend like Darius.
I'm sorry.
-I'll find him one day.
Or he'll find me.
1,500 years ago you led an army
of barbarians through the
gates of Paris.
You disbanded your army
and spared the city.
But you broke a promise to
yourself to march west from
the Ural Mountains until
you'd reached the sea.
So now, old friend, travel on.
Go where you never
went, to the sea.
I'll miss you.
THEME SONG: 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 you all.
I am immortal.
I have inside me
blood of kings.
Yeah!
Yeah!
I have no rival.
No man can be my equal.
Take me to the future
of your world.
OF THE UNIVERSE"]
-[chuckling]
[laughing]
[groaning and laughing]
[moaning]
[breathing heavily]
What is it?
An immortal?
-[QUIETLY] Yeah.
[knock on door]
HUGH FITZCAIRN [OFFSCREEN]:
MacLeod?
Why can't you live in an
apartment like everybody else?
-Fitzcairn?
-Oh, excuse me.
I hope that sword
isn't for me.
-It is if you keep staring.
Hey!
-Oh, forgive me, my lady.
-That's Tessa.
-Hugh Fitzcairn.
I'm so taken with
your loveliness.
-Well, thank you, kind sir.
-Kind?
And brave.
Did Duncan ever tell you about
the time that we, uh--
-Oh, but I'm sure you will.
So why don't you go, uh, on
deck, and I'll meet you up
there in a second.
That's Fitz.
-Mead.
The honeyed nectar
of the gods.
-[chuckles]
-Haven't tasted this since
King Richard's day.
Where on Earth d'you find it?
-Darius brews it himself.
-Oh, Brother Darius.
Well, he hasn't lost his
brewmaster's touch.
-No, right.
-[chuckles]
You know, I still
can't imagine an
immortal as a priest.
I mean, the religion
I can understand.
But giving up women?
[scoffs]
-[chuckles]
-Has the man gone
completely mad?
[chuckles]
-So what brings you here?
-Yeah.
Well, some friends, all
immortals, have
recently gone missing.
-Well, it's the time
of The Gathering.
-One immortal goes missing,
granted it could be one of us
took his head.
But three?
Where did they go?
What happened to the bodies?
-You spoke to all of
them recently?
-Except Thackery.
We were due to meet in Dublin
on the day he disappeared.
He said he had something to show
me, something he'd never
seen before.
-[chuckles]
You know, that's,
that's strange.
I spoke to Darius
the other day.
He said he had a dream
about Thackery.
-Don't tell me he still think
he's having dreams that
foretell the future?
-Oh, it was probably
a throwback from
his misspent youth.
[both chuckling]
-Did he say what it was about?
-Oh, this and that.
It was mainly about his death.
[church bells ringing]
[GREGORIAN CHANTING
MUSIC PLAYING]
[telephone ringing]
-He's not answering.
[ENGINE ROARING AND
TIRES SQUEALING]
-I don't feel him.
-He's not here.
-He's always here.
[YELLING] Darius!
Darius!
-He must have put up
a tremendous fight.
-Yes.
-The world will truly
be a darker place
without you, my friend.
-I didn't believe
his premonition.
I just never thought he'd--
No one's to know what
happened here.
-Police?
-They won't do anything about
him being missing
for a couple days.
Once I've dealt with whoever
killed him--
-MacLeod.
Once we've dealt with whoever.
-OK.
Once we've dealt with whoever
killed him, we'll give him a
decent funeral.
-You know, this doesn't
make any sense.
This is holy ground.
No immortal would
come in here.
-Somebody did.
-I can't believe he's gone.
-Yes.
He'll be sadly missed.
He was one of the best of us.
I made some notes of my
conversations with Thackery.
They're back at the hotel.
They're not much, but--
-It's a start.
-I'm so sorry, Duncan.
Do you have any idea who?
-No.
-You, my friends!
What's happening?
Oh, company.
Hi.
It's nice to meet you.
I'm Richie.
-Hugh Fitzcairn.
-Pleasure.
[chuckles]
You are not going to believe
what happened to me today.
What is going on here?
What's with all the
long faces?
What happened?
Somebody die?
What's the story?
[whispering]
-I'm sorry.
Look, is there something
I can do?
Let me do--
Let me help.
-Your intentions are most
honorable, young man.
But this is best left to
Duncan and myself.
-All right.
OK.
It's, uh, it's your situation.
I never thought one of the
good guys would lose.
-You know, if mortals did kill
Darius, you don't think it's a
bit of a coincidence that
they beheaded him?
-Unless they know about us.
-Now that is a troubling
thought.
-Monsieur Fitzcairn, monsieur.
[telephone ringing]
[door opening loudly]
-Excuse me, sir.
-Don't touch me.
[grunts]
-[groans]
-Can we talk?
[men groaning]
-[groans]
[grunting]
-[groans]
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
[car engine stalling]
-[grunts]
[engine roaring]
[tires screeching]
-[groans]
-[groans]
-[groans]
-[grunting]
[groans]
[grunts]
-Who sent you?
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
-Who sent you?
-[grunts]
Talk to me.
-[groans]
-Why?
Why?
-Grazie, signore.
-There's a ship for England
that sails at dawn.
We should be aboard.
-[sighs]
You worry too much, my friend.
Actually, I think we
should stay for at
least another two days.
-MacLeod, this is serious.
Our service to the Duke
di Milano is finished.
Our work is done.
-But he's still in danger.
-We've brought him
here safely.
Oh, I see.
Is it the duke you're worried
about or his daughter?
-[chuckles]
Well, twice I've intercepted
poison meant for him.
-'Tis well you have a cast-iron
stomach, my friend.
-Well, as they say, it
runs in the family.
-Aye.
-[chuckles]
-But if we stay, it's only a
matter of time before his
enemies come looking for us.
Nice pipes.
FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
How about something else?
Wonderful.
[inaudible]
FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Very good.
-My instinct tells me
we should leave.
-Since when have you been
bothered by a good fight?
-Oh, it's not the
fight I hate.
It's the waiting for it.
-Death to the duke.
-[yelling]
-[groans]
[men yelling]
-[groans]
-[grunts]
[grunts]
-[groans]
[grunts]
-You having trouble,
Fitzcairn?
Buongiomo.
-[groaning]
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
-Seems my instinct was right.
-[QUIETLY] Fitz.
-Go.
-Get the shot?
-We should never
have split up.
I can't believe I fell
for that, Tessa.
It's the age-old rule,
divide and conquer.
-Maybe they're working
for some government.
-Yeah, well, that doesn't
explain the tattoo.
Damn!
I can't find that
symbol anywhere.
-That man chose to die instead
of talking to you.
Mac, I'm scared.
-Well, you should be.
-Ouch!
[groans]
[gasping]
[breathing heavily]
-Let me have a look at it.
That's a nasty cut.
-Yeah.
Damn.
It's bleeding.
[groans]
-I'm sorry.
-Maybe they're working
for an immortal.
-Yeah, maybe.
No, that can't happen.
Darius was in a church.
Even the most evil
of us wouldn't
desecrate holy ground.
It looked as if they
were searching for
something in the rectory.
-What?
-I don't know.
-If Darius knew what it
was about, wouldn't
he have told you?
-[WHISPERING] Oh, sweetheart.
-Where you go?
-[NORMAL VOLUME] I'm going
back to the rectory.
-Mac, I've been thinking
about this.
Fitzcairn had meetings with
three other immortals, and
they all disappeared.
Right?
-Maybe he led them to Thackery
without meaning to.
-Right.
Fitzcairn came here.
He didn't go to Darius.
Why don't they just
go after him?
-They did.
-Oh, man.
What's--
-Look, I don't have
time to explain.
All right?
I think the answer's back
at the rectory.
You take it easy.
All right?
-OK.
-Look after Tessa for me.
-I will.
Mac, there's one thing
I don't get, though.
If these guys are just regular
human beings and they can't
sense you immortals, how
do they know when
they've found one?
[MUSIC - QUEEN, "WHO WANTS
TO LIVE FOREVER"]
-Here.
Try some of this.
-Oh, this isn't some more of
your moss stuff, is it?
-No, no.
-I don't trust you.
Are you sure it's not?
It's from a mold spore.
[laughs]
Want some more?
-No, no.
[canons firing in distance]
-I am Duncan MacLeod of
the Clan MacLeod.
-I am Darius.
You won't need that.
You shouldn't be taking
part in this tragedy.
-I was raised a warrior.
I choose battles I believe
to be just.
-Oh, I'm sure.
You're quite loyal to your
convictions and your
compatriots.
But I wonder what these men
think about that, about
convictions and compatriotism
now.
-So my old friend,
how are we today?
-Mm.
-Are you ready for our game?
Or are you afraid I'll
finally beat you?
-[scoffs]
-What's the matter?
-Sometimes being a Catholic
priest is
easier than other times.
-Anything you want
to talk about?
-What that I could, my friend.
What that I could.
Now to our game.
-I won't press.
If there's anything you need--
-Yes, I know.
But some things must
remain unsaid.
-OK.
So who's move is it?
-It's yours.
-Are you sure?
-Yes, play.
Good move now, huh?
-[sighs]
-He knew.
-[screams]
[gasping]
-I'm sorry.
-It's OK.
I didn't see him.
-I startled you.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
-Oh, you've hurt your hand.
Let me take a look at that.
-Oh, it's just a cut.
-No, no.
I'm a doctor.
I insist.
-Oh!
-I'm sorry.
I've, I've made it
bleed again.
Still, it looks quite healthy.
You should be careful.
Infections can lead to all
kinds of nasty things.
-He was one of them,
wasn't he?
-He wanted to know if you
were an immortal.
If you were, you would have
healed more quickly.
-What if I was?
They must have been following
me all day, and
I didn't see them.
-I think you only see these
people when they want you to.
Where's Richie?
-At the antique dealer.
Rue des Moineaux.
I'm wanted to go, but he.
Insisted Why?
-[sighs]
Lock this place up tight.
Don't let anybody in.
Anybody.
Nice day.
What do you want?
Oh, pardon.
Pardon.
[speaking french]
[speaking german]
[speaking italian]
[speaking russian]
No?
Uh--
[speaking chinese]
-[grunts]
[groans]
-[yells]
[groans]
-[grunts]
-[groans]
-[grunts]
-What's this?
-[yells]
-[groans]
-[groans]
-[groans]
-[groans]
-[inaudible]
Hey, what is going on?
Get outta here.
What's going on?
Clear the yard.
-I think the police are here.
-[sighs]
Why'd you come back?
-Well, Mac, I'd, uh,
I'd like to say I
sensed you were in danger.
But the truth is there's this
really cute blond that works
in the antique store.
-Great.
I never thought I'd be thankful
for your libido.
-[chuckles]
-[sighs]
-Hey!
What do they think they're
playing at?
"Dungeons and Dragons"?
Hello!
You killed Darius, and you took
Thackery and the others.
What do you want?
I know my countenance is
pleasurable to the eye, but,
well, can't we discuss this?
You'll find me a friendly
sort of chap when
you get to know me.
Damn you.
-[grunts]
-Remove the arrow.
-Anton, make sure he's dead.
Then we'll see if he's
truly immortal.
-This book holds the key
to what's going on.
Darius put my clan colors on
it so that I'd find it.
-What's it say?
-Well, I'm not certain, but most
pages have been destroyed
in some kind of fire.
The ones left are handwritten
in ancient German.
-But you speak German.
-This is primitive Teutonic.
Well before my time.
It's a book on some
kind of mythology.
-What kind of mythology?
-It speaks of, uh, battles,
gods, and immortality.
-It's a book about you guys?
-Written hundreds
of years ago?
-What should we do?
-Well, I have to spend
a little more
time with this book.
-You want me to do something?
-Yeah.
Hold down the fort.
-All right.
No company?
-No thanks, Rich.
-OK.
What's it like for him, Tess?
-What do you mean?
-To have a friend for
200 years and then--
-I don't know.
-So you are one of them.
-You weren't sure, were you?
It was a test.
What if I'd been mortal?
You'd have murdered
an innocent man,
you ruthless bastard.
-Where's the book?
-Who you working for?
One of us?
Is that your game?
How much is he paying you?
-Where's the book?
-Book?
What book?
-The Fifth Chronicle.
-The Fifth Chronicle?
What, what are you
talking about?
-Don't lie to me.
We know Darius had it.
-Now look, do I look like
a fellow who's in
any position to lie?
[groaning]
[CHOKINGLY] You know, you really
should do something
about that temper of yours.
Because one of these days, it's
going to get you into
terrible trouble.
[groaning]
-I've often wondered how much
pain an immortal can bear
before he went mad.
-Let's go!
Let's go!
Come on.
-Oh, yeah.
Like a, like a sword is the
standard issue for home
protection.
-Where's Tessa?
-She's down below.
-Let's get inside.
It's a book of observations
on who we are, what we do.
-So it's like a history book.
-Whoever wrote it was
a historian, yeah.
A secretary to a secret order of
men who observed us but did
nothing to interfere.
That's why we didn't
know about them.
-Mac, we gotta do something.
They cannot just kill
Darius and walk.
-We are doing something.
-What are we doing?
It seems like we're
just sitting here.
It seem like we're
dong nothing.
-We're waiting.
-What are were waiting for?
-These men leave nothing
to chance.
They observe before
they strike.
-You OK?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
-You don't have to be.
-Tessa, he's dead, and there's
nothing I can do
to bring him back.
What else is there to say?
-You don't have to
say anything.
I just want you to let
yourself mourn.
-I've buried more friends
than I can count, Tess.
Death is part of my life.
-[sighs]
Not his death.
-He was so wise, taught
me so much.
He wasn't supposed to die.
-I know.
-He was on holy ground, Tess.
He should have been safe.
He should have been safe.
Come on.
-Oh.
Oh, man, oh.
Messy.
Always people and their dogs.
I can't believe--
Can you believe this?
Again and again.
Oh, this always happens to me.
Oh, this is disgusting.
Always.
All the time.
Get this stuff off.
Maybe you got a Kleenex
or something?
Can you believe this?
[groans]
[glass shatters]
-[groans]
[grunts]
-Who are you?
-[groans]
[grunts]
[groans]
-What happened?
-[groaning]
-Talk to me!
Why'd you kill Darius?
-[groans]
-Nothing in the car.
-Move the barge.
-Damn.
-We have won a great victory.
We have destroyed a malignant
evil that has walked this
Earth in the form of a man
for the last 2,000 years.
People do not cheer us.
People do not even
know we exist.
But we know the battle
we fight.
We know the evil we
must destroy.
I would like to send you back to
your homes, to your lives.
But our work here
is not finished.
Bring him.
-Ah.
Come to play some more.
Oh, it's about time you good
fellows came to your senses.
I'm sure we can come to some
amicable arrangement.
Take me to your master, if
you can get the lock off.
[laughs]
And don't be so aggressive.
Please be careful
with my jacket.
Just a minute!
This, this is madness!
There are no immortals here!
All I am will be wasted.
What do you want?
All I know will be lost!
There will be no Quickening.
What do you want?
You're mad!
-Need a light?
-[groans]
-You're making a
great mistake.
I've been friends to generations
of men, your
grandfathers, your
great-grandfathers.
I've slain tyrants who would
have made slaves of your
enemies, you ungrateful
encephalopods.
-You are an abomination,
before nature and
in the eyes of man.
There is no glory but ours,
no destiny that
is not of our making.
-Ow.
Oh, well, if it's time to go,
then it's been a grand romp.
Oh, the stories I could
tell you lads.
I don't suppose you've
got time to listen?
[panting]
Do I get a last request?
-No.
-And you call yourself human?
-What is it?
-A last smoke of my pipe.
-I don't think so.
-[groans]
-MacLeod, what kept you?
[men groaning and grunting]
-[sighs]
I'm over here.
-[groans]
-Not so easy one-on-one,
is it?
-[grunting]
-Hey!
Guillotine.
-MacLeod!
-[groans]
[electricity buzzing]
-[groaning]
[panting]
Is that how you In Darius?
-I'm unarmed.
-You hate us, but you expect
us to behave honorably.
Why is that?
-When you kill me, others
will come to continue
what we have begun.
-[laughing]
I'm not your enemy.
This isn't about mortals.
We have our own fight.
Don't you understand?
-We've always understood.
We will never be dominated.
[both grunting and groaning]
-No one wants to dominate you.
-Liar.
We know about The Gathering.
-Do you sense evil in me?
Talk to me!
Tell me what you know!
-It's about power.
There is nothing greater
than the power of man!
Nothing.
[grunts]
-[groans]
-You must die.
All of you!
-[grunts]
-[groaning]
-MacLeod!
-[grunts]
-[groaning]
Oh, god.
What took you so long?
[groans]
This thing makes me nervous.
Get me out of it.
-[grunts]
-[groaning]
[panting]
The women of the world will
thank you, my friend.
-You have it?
-Mm-hmm.
Where's Richie?
I think Darius would want
him to be here.
-He knows.
He'll be right in.
I know you'll never have another
friend like Darius.
I'm sorry.
-I'll find him one day.
Or he'll find me.
1,500 years ago you led an army
of barbarians through the
gates of Paris.
You disbanded your army
and spared the city.
But you broke a promise to
yourself to march west from
the Ural Mountains until
you'd reached the sea.
So now, old friend, travel on.
Go where you never
went, to the sea.
I'll miss you.
THEME SONG: 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 you all.
I am immortal.
I have inside me
blood of kings.
Yeah!
Yeah!
I have no rival.
No man can be my equal.
Take me to the future
of your world.