Highlander (1992–1998): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Road Not Taken - full transcript
A friend of Richie's dies suddenly after being captured during a diamond heist. The police believe it to be a drug overdose, but Richie insists his friend would never have done drugs. ...
DUNCAN NARRATING: I was born 400
years ago in the highlands
of Scotland.
I am immortal, and
I am not alone.
Now is a 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.
[theme music]
[theme music]
[theme music]
-Excuse me.
-Yes, sir.
May I help you?
-I hope so.
-Hey.
-This is the finest quality we
have, and you won't find a
better price.
Hi.
You're new.
What's the matter with Phil?
Is he sick?
[grunting]
-This man's a maniac.
SECURITY [OFFSCREEN]:
[inaudible] the women.
-Please, don't.
-Stop right there.
-Don't hurt me.
-Hold still.
[grunting]
-Let her go!
I said, let her go.
[grunting]
-Stop it or you're
dead, mister.
-Ah.
[yelling]
Help me.
Ah.
Wait.
Help.
-I'll only be gone
for a few days.
You'll do fine without me.
-Yeah?
Well, I already have my
little black book out.
-I've seen it.
It's 300 years out of date.
[honking]
-He can wait.
-Hey, the plane won't.
-Those Paris critics better
give you rave reviews.
-I'm nervous.
Paris critics are the worst.
-Yeah.
Well, just remember, people
become critics when they don't
have what it takes
to be artists.
-I wish you were
coming with me.
-I wish I was.
-I love you .
Stay out of trouble while
I'm gone, OK?
-I'll try.
Maybe I'll, uh, work at updating
my little black book.
-Yeah, that would get you in
a whole lot of trouble--
from me.
-[sigh].
-Hey.
FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Dr. Deets, please pick up
[inaudible].
-Let me handle this.
Uh, there was a kid admitted
called Gary Carrell.
-Ryan, isn't it?
Little dicky Ryan.
-Richie.
-That's it.
See, I never forget
a rap sheet.
What brings you down here?
Planning to rob a couple of old
ladies in intensive care.
-A friend of mine was
just brought in.
-That wouldn't be Gary Carrell
by any chance?
-Yeah.
How'd you know?
-Just a hunch.
He died five minutes ago.
The guy freaked out for
no apparent reason.
We got to be talking a heavy
duty drug habit here.
-Sergeant Powell.
-MacLeod, right?
-Correct.
My friend here has just
received some
very upsetting news.
Why don't you just
lay off him?
-Sorry, kid.
But the witnesses said he
went nuts, like King
Kong on angel dust.
-Gary didn't use drugs.
-What are these?
Bruises of some kind.
SGT. POWELL [OFFSCREEN]:
He probably
got them in the scuffle.
-Cerebral hemorrhage.
SGT. POWELL [OFFSCREEN]:
Could be.
We'll see what the
ME comes up with.
He's the doctor.
But five will get you ten this
kid was flying on something.
-MacLeod.
I knew you would come.
-You brought me halfway
around the world.
But it was worth
it to see you.
Why are we meeting
on holy ground?
Are you going to tell me
your plan to kill me?
-Don't be foolish.
If I wanted your head, would
I warn you first?
No.
This sacred place affords me
protection from, shall we say,
less honorable of our circle?
[laughter]
-I needed time alone.
-Well, you've had a hundred
years since we last saw each
other.
-And I have used them well.
Nature is like a
woman, MacLeod.
If she is wise, she does not
give up her mysteries quickly.
Imagine if Galileo or Da Vinci
had been of our kind.
What wonders they could
have coaxed from her.
-You have fermented
the Quanla root?
-A hundred years, but
I've done it.
-Then you solved the formula?
-That wasn't easy.
That old herbalist.
If I could find his grave,
I'd dig it up and
dance on his bones.
A dozen herbs.
Too much of this one and
too little of this.
And what do you have?
-A nice stuffing for pheasant.
-That would at least
have value.
-Well, he did say that it
would not be simple.
-I must have the determination
to succeed, I know.
But what does he call 100 years
of sleepless nights?
But a few months ago,
I found it.
The world is within my grasp.
-You know, it is a shame
you did not find
a potion for humility.
-You shall see.
[foreign]
[grunting]
-Is this your idea of helping
mankind out of the darkness?
[grunting]
-Combat is the perfect way to
test the potion's power.
These men could fight from
now until sunset
without fear or pain.
[grunting]
-Mortals are lost children.
We could haul them kicking and
screaming into the sunlight.
-If you do not stop
this, I will.
-Stop.
I had no intention of taking
it to the death.
-You have lived three times
as long as I, Kiem Sun.
Have all these years
taught you nothing?
Men achieve greatness when
they have freedom.
Freedom to fail if necessary,
but freedom.
Release them, please.
-Stand aside.
I want to a noble future
for the human race.
Is that so wrong?
-No.
But it will not be achieved
with potions and drugs.
Or men obeying your every
command even to the death.
[yelling]
-They were good and loyal men.
I vow their deaths will
not have been in vain.
-Do not tell me you are going
to continue with this
madness, Kiem Sun.
I have said it before and
I will say it again, our
business is the Gathering.
Prepare yourself for it or it
will swoop down and you will
lose your head.
-There must be one more root.
By itself it produces euphoria,
but combined with
the other ingredients, it
becomes so volatile, so
unpredictable.
I must get back to
work at once.
-You are not even
listening to me.
What are these?
He did not receive
those in battle.
-I will perfect it, even if it
takes another hundred years.
It is always a rough path that
leads to great achievements.
-That is true.
But this is the wrong path
for you, Kiem Sun.
Turn back now.
Please.
-Is this a holiday I
don't know about?
-Yeah, it's St. Arnold's day,
patron saint of tough guys.
-Where you going?
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]:
To settle a score.
-Anyone I know?
Anyone you know?
-Gary didn't just keel over
and die, and you know it.
Somebody somewhere knows
what killed him.
-You're staying here.
-He was my friend.
-And I'm your friend.
Take me advice, you could lose
your head over this.
-You think it's one
of you guys?
-Possibly.
-Why would an immortal
want to kill Gary?
-I'm not sure yet.
-OK, fine.
Well, look.
What I know is that
it wasn't drugs.
-Richie, it's not that simple.
-What is not that simple?
Gary managed to grow up clean
in a neighborhood where you
get a dime bag with
a fill-up of gas.
Look, I don't care if this
guy isn't immortal.
I want his ass.
And if you won't
do it, I will.
-Richie, I'll take care of it.
You have my word on that.
-Look, Mac.
If you're going to axe
this guy, fine.
That's cool.
I don't care, just as long
as somebody does it.
-OK.
-How do you figure
it's an immortal.
-I can't be sure.
But I had a friend,
a good friend.
We met in China during
the Qing Empire.
-Oh, this wasn't last
month, right?
-Right.
It was 1680-something.
Kiem Sun was wise and
loyal and caring.
Too caring.
He wanted to change the world.
-Nothing wrong with that.
-No.
It depends on how
you change it.
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: So you think
this Kiem Sun has gone
bad on you?
-No.
No immortal's ever
100% good or bad.
We run the spectrum
just like you.
The last time I saw Kiem Sun he
was hovering somewhere in
the middle.
-What makes you think he's
behind all this?
-The bruises on Gary's
temples.
Of course, I could be wrong.
I hope I am.
There's only one way
to find out.
-Wait up, I'm coming too.
-No, you're not.
I may lose a friend today the
same as you lost Gary.
I want to do it alone.
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: OK.
-Beer.
-Look who's back.
He's got more guts
than brains.
-Something I can do for you?
-What happened to Gary?
-Gary?
-Don't jerk me around, mister.
Gary Carrell.
A couple of days ago, you and
Gary were living in each
other's pockets.
He tells me you've got something
major shaping up.
Next thing we hear, he drops
dead outside the diamond mart.
Maybe you got the whole story.
-I had a plan.
Gary was a part of it.
He screwed up.
-Is that a fact?
The kid was only 19 years old.
Look, if you know what's good
for you, you're going to tell
me how he died.
-Just like you heard it.
Just hit the sidewalk,
no explanation.
Weak heart, genetic defect,
brain damage from spending too
much time on motorcycles.
Who can tell?
-Turn around when I'm
talking to you.
[grunting]
-Hey.
[yelling]
-Gary's gone.
It's too bad, but I
got what I needed.
I know how to slice the diamond
mart wide open.
I didn't come to this
pigsty for a beer.
I'm looking for a
few good men.
-Sergeant Powell.
-MacLeod, what are
you doing here?
-I just came by to see if the
preliminary report had been
released on Gary Carrell.
-I look like Dan
Rather to you?
You want the news?
Read the paper.
-I was right about the cerebral
hemorrhage, wasn't I?
-As a matter of fact, yeah.
That was a lucky guess.
-Yes, it was.
That means Richie was right.
No drugs were found
on Gary's body.
-Oh, come on, Sergeant.
Richie was his friend.
-No, no drugs.
Nada.
The only thing we found were
a few Chinese herbs.
You know, the stuff they use
in their folk medicine?
Something made that
kid go bananas.
-And then it shattered
his brain?
-Right.
-Let's go to your place.
-All right.
-Hey, bro.
What's going on?
-I'll catch you later.
-Think maybe you could
help me out here?
Give me a hand?
I'm looking for this dude.
-No.
Uh, leave me alone, OK?
-He was messing with Gary,
a friend of mine.
Can you help me out here?
Come on, talk to me, man.
Come on.
I know you know what's
going down.
Come on.
MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
No, I don't.
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Hey,
don't get in my face.
Just give me a hand here.
I'm asking you a question.
Answer me, pal.
Whoa.
What are you do--
-Hi, Richie.
-Angie.
-Hey.
Any damage?
-Uh, I don't think so.
This, uh, mother tried
major dental surgery
on me without Novocaine.
I may soon.
-Is that why you were
chasing him?
-I was looking for
some answers.
-Now, that's not a smart thing
to do is this part of town.
Remember?
-Yeah.
-It's good to see ya.
-It's good to see you, too.
I, uh--
I heard about Gary.
I'm sorry.
-That's why you came back
here, isn't it?
-Yeah.
Awful lot of bread and bologna
here for a homeless shelter.
-We feed 200 people a day.
In six months, we'll
double that number.
Want to help out?
A few hours a week maybe?
-Yeah, I think I could
work that out.
I missed you.
-No, you haven't.
You could have found me
anytime you wanted.
-So you like it here?
ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]:
Yeah, it's great.
It's the only job I
could get anyhow.
It's pretty mean out there for
a girl who has nothing on her
resume except biker enthusiast
and metal head.
How about you?
-Well, I'm working
in this antique
store up in the heights.
-Ooh.
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]:
Yeah, I know.
It's pretty cool.
There's this couple.
She's drop-dead gorgeous
and it's her store.
He's--
let's just say he's on
the cutting edge
of the antique world.
Anyway, they've sort
of adopted me.
-Oh, that's good Rich.
I--
I always knew you'd be the
one to make the break.
Gary thought so, too.
-Angie, you got to be upfront
with me about this.
Was Gary using anything?
-Are you kidding me?
He was an exercise freak.
You know that.
-Yes, I know.
He always made me feel like I
was the runt of the litter.
-He was a strange guy.
I mean, here's this macho biker
who's always into some
racket or another.
He won't even take an aspirin.
And then after he meets up with
this sleezoid, Chu Lin--
-He was Chinese.
-No, he was from the
Irish Chu Lins.
-I need to find this Chu Lin.
-Why?
Do you think he might know
something about how Gary died?
-I think he may have
killed him.
Or at least know who did.
-Oh, wow.
Well, then you have
to go to the cops.
-I can't.
If this Chu Lin is who I think
he is, 911 will be one big
waste of time.
No, Angie.
I can handle this myself.
-Yeah, right.
Like you almost get your teeth
knocked out today.
This neighborhood's
changed, pal.
-Yes, I know.
I feel like I'm working
without a safety net.
-I got my bike outside.
-Angie, I do not like this.
-What's not to like?
What, you going to walk
all over town
looking for this guy?
I won't be a sec.
-Oh.
[music playing]
-Let him be.
I've been expecting you.
Your conscious has been pricking
me like a thorn in my
side across the centuries.
-Then I won't need this.
-MacLeod.
That is the last of
the Quanla root.
Do you know how rare it is?
I have tried to blend some, but
the soil, this infernal
climate, it's possible.
-And it will take a hundred
years before
it's ready to use?
-Yes.
-Good.
-Good?
Do you think I wanted that
young man to die?
I told you every once of my
potion was stolen by an
assistant, a Judas by
the name of Chu Lin.
-And what does he plan
to do with it?
-I fear Chu Lin's ambition do
not include helping mankind.
-More like helping himself?
-Exactly.
-300 years, Kiem Sun.
You have been struggling
with this
formula for three centuries.
What have you achieved?
A drug that can make people
die in agony?
If it cannot be perfected, why
do you continue working on it?
-Because it will make men
fearless, strong, and obedient.
Within a short time, we can
bring peace to this world.
-Maybe that was your dream
when you first
started on this path.
But now there's something
else.
Why haven't you tried to get
this drug back from Chu Lin?
-I'm not leaving holy
ground to become the
victim of an immortal.
Is that why you're
here, MacLeod?
-I made you a pledge all
those years ago.
It still stands.
-You're going to protect me?
For how long?
A day?
A week?
-Until you cross the line.
-Pick up your sword.
Indulge me.
This is still holy ground.
We can't hurt each other here.
[yelling]
-Too many centuries without
a challenge.
You need protection.
-Pity.
I was once a master.
-You were never that good.
-So if we find Chu Lin and
recover the potion, what then?
It comes back here?
-Anything to get it
off the streets.
-All right.
You and I together.
It's almost like the old days.
Let's find Chu Lin.
-No wonder Chu Lin wanted out.
-My brother loves China's
material world.
-So I can see.
When was the last time
Chu Lin was here.
-He disappeared about
two weeks ago.
What are you looking for?
-I'm not sure.
-We should have never
left China.
Life was so much simpler.
-You should never have left
the 17th century.
-And what have humans
accomplished in all this time?
Nearly bigger and more efficient
ways of destroying
themselves.
-Chu Lin's been writing monthly
checks to a downtown
real estate company.
He must be renting a
place somewhere.
-Then we must pay this real
estate company a visit.
-Relax, Kiem Sun.
I doubt the sword will
be necessary.
-Yep, I remember this place.
If anything's going down,
these guys would know.
The bitch is, they don't trust
anybody who doesn't have a
picture of Attila the Hun
tattooed to their chest.
-Oh, they're not that bad.
Come on.
-Not that bad?
These guys use STP
for mouthwash.
You stay here.
-Richie.
-Look, I'm going to be too
nervous watching my own back.
I don't want to have to
worry about you, too.
Hey, don't worry.
I'll be back.
Give me a beer.
-Give me a beer?
If I give you beer, I'm going
to lose my license.
-All right then, I'll
have coffee.
Black.
-You sure you wouldn't like
a decaf, uh, cappuccino?
-Yeah.
Maybe you want to sprinkle a
little bit of cinnamon on top
of that, too.
Ha-ha.
So fellows, how's it going?
So maybe you guys
could help me?
I hear this is the place if a
guy wants to find out what's
shaking in the neighborhood.
I'm looking for a dude who's
into Chinese medicine, all
that hocus pocus.
Name's Chu Lin.
-What's a nice uptown boy like
you want Chu Lin for?
-I hear he's got a great
recipe for lasagna.
-Well, let me tell you, Chu Lin
is a 24-carat psycho with
a black belt.
If I tell you where he is, I'm
going to end up in traction.
So whatever you want
him for, forget it.
-Look, I don't scare so easy.
-Then you really are a
dumb SOB, ain't you?
Ain't you?
ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: There's 50
in it for the right answer.
-Now, here's a lady who knows
that there's a recession.
-So.
Give the man $50.
-Uh, that creep in the alley
took everything.
-49.
-Just for you, Ang.
Try, uh, the warehouse at, uh--
at Montgomery and Ninth.
-Thank you.
-Thanks, pal.
Nice to meet you.
MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
This one looks tough.
-That's the safe.
What do you think?
-Yeah, I know the model.
There's no way we can crack this
thing in under an hour.
So what's the deal?
-The deal is that we carry the
safe out in the 2 minutes and
15 seconds before
the cops arrive.
-Carry it?
Man, you could use a little
Hamburger Helper.
This safe must weigh a ton.
-810 pounds to be exact.
But I think I have resolved
this problem.
-Yeah?
Well, resolve this, pal.
We're out of here.
-What if I pay you for
wasting your time?
-I can live with that.
-Good.
But before you go, will you
join me in an old Chinese
custom?
-Huh?
-Tea.
To show there are no
hard feelings.
-Tea?
What the hell is this anyway?
I hate tea.
-Please, it's an ancient
tradition.
I would be most offended.
-Oh, well.
We wouldn't want that.
Why the diamond mart?
There's easier places
than that.
-True.
But you see, diamonds
are non-traceable.
And the contents in that safe
will set me up for life.
I've been poor.
Now, I want to try rich.
This is just the beginning.
-Uh-hmm.
So how come you're
not drinking?
-It would be impolite
for the host to
take part in the ceremony.
Go ahead, drink up.
You know, I do wish you
changed your minds.
-Fat chance.
-You never know.
-Ha-ha.
[door opening]
-Chu Lin.
Hello?
Anybody here?
-Hey, look at this.
-Mr. Lin?
Chu Lin.
-Forks.
-Angie, what the hell
are you doing here?
-Wait, wait, wait.
You know these guys?
-Yeah.
They Use to be friends
of Gary's.
-Excellent.
So then you must know
this Chu Lin.
-You mean the guy standing
behind you?
[laughter]
-Something I can do for you?
-Yeah, you bastard.
This is for Gary Carrell.
[grunting]
ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: Richie.
-Angie, get out of here.
-No way.
You stay, I stay.
You first, you creep.
-Angie, what are you doing?
Just leave.
-[inaudible].
Ah!
Ow.
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Angie.
Oh.
Ah.
[scream]
-Drop it, stupid.
-Put down the knife first.
Put it down.
-Chu Lin.
Let the boy go.
Leave now.
Or you'll see your own hearts
beating on the ground right in
front of you.
MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
I'm out of here.
-I spent 300 years working
on that potion.
Give it to me.
-MacLeod, this battle is mine.
-It's mine now.
You taught him well.
[grunting]
-I know about you immortals.
My head would be
no good to you.
-I don't want your head.
I want a signed confession that
you drugged and killed
Gary Carrell.
-Forgive the intrusion,
but he was mine.
Never let your opponent--
-See all your skills.
[grunting]
-I didn't.
I forgot to mention.
-You are right-handed.
-I didn't think you were as
defenseless as you pretended.
-So sue me.
You have improved over
the years, MacLeod.
Ah!
You won't, MacLeod.
Your pride wouldn't let
you break your word.
-You're right.
-What are you doing?
You promised to return
that to the temple.
-Sue me.
-I'll be back with more
in a hundred years.
-By then it will be too late.
The Gathering is here.
That is what you wanted the
drug for, wasn't it?
-Not at first.
I truly wanted to
help mankind.
Believe me, maybe that's
too much to ask.
Hiding on temple grounds
was a mistake.
Locked away for three
centuries.
The longer I stayed away from
the game, the more frightened
I became in my head.
-And then somewhere along the
line, you decided that if you
could perfect this
drug, it would
help you in the Gathering?
-A small army of men, hundreds,
maybe thousands.
They will obey me without
question.
They will attack any mortal on
my command, weakening long
enough for me to
take his head.
-That won't work at
the Gathering.
You'll be on your own.
-Don't worry about
my survival.
Worry about yours.
-Kiem Sun, now you've
crossed the line.
The next time I'll kill you.
Who is she?
-A friend.
She'll be OK.
-Yeah.
We better get her out of here
before the police arrive.
I thought I told you to
stay out of this.
-You still don't
get me, do you?
You should have told me to get
involved, then maybe I might
have stayed at home.
-Yeah.
Then maybe again,
you might not.
-Kids.
Go figure.
-You know, I don't know if I'd
want to live in this place.
It's like a museum.
-Ha.
You get used to it.
Take a look at these.
They're a thousand years old.
They were used in tombs to
keep the dead company.
ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]:
Happy birthday.
You know, if I were MacLeod
and-- and what's her name?
-Tessa.
-Yeah.
Well, I wouldn't let you
anywhere near all this pricey
stuff.
-Hey, I keep telling you,
I am a changed man.
I hope so.
It's just that I can't help
getting the feeling like
you've got some con
up your sleeve.
-Trust me.
And this is their bedroom.
-Uh-hmm.
Wow.
This is special.
-Yeah?
-I thought you said
I could trust you.
-You can.
It's just that, uh, living with
a couple who kiss and paw
each other all day kind
of gives you ideas.
You know?
-I can guess.
I got to get back
to the shelter.
-All right.
Maybe I'll, uh, drop by later
and give you a hand.
-Oh, that'd be OK.
But you know, don't feel
like you have to.
-I'd like to.
Very much.
-I'm sorry, we didn't know.
But I thought this
was our bedroom.
-Uh--
hey, guys.
Uh--
-Hi.
-Tessa, welcome back.
Um, this is Angie.
Uh, Duncan.
Angie.
-Nice to meet you, Angie.
-Hi.
ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: Hi.
-I was, um--
just showing Angie around.
-I see.
The grand tour, huh?
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah.
-You're right, Richie.
She is drop-dead gorgeous.
He's not so bad either.
-OK.
Uh, we got to get going because
Angie's got to get
back to the shelter.
So, uh--
we'll--
I'll see you later.
Buh-bye.
-Welcome home.
So, uh, how was the showing?
-Tell you later.
Did you stay out of trouble?
-I'll tell you later.
[theme music]
years ago in the highlands
of Scotland.
I am immortal, and
I am not alone.
Now is a 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.
[theme music]
[theme music]
[theme music]
-Excuse me.
-Yes, sir.
May I help you?
-I hope so.
-Hey.
-This is the finest quality we
have, and you won't find a
better price.
Hi.
You're new.
What's the matter with Phil?
Is he sick?
[grunting]
-This man's a maniac.
SECURITY [OFFSCREEN]:
[inaudible] the women.
-Please, don't.
-Stop right there.
-Don't hurt me.
-Hold still.
[grunting]
-Let her go!
I said, let her go.
[grunting]
-Stop it or you're
dead, mister.
-Ah.
[yelling]
Help me.
Ah.
Wait.
Help.
-I'll only be gone
for a few days.
You'll do fine without me.
-Yeah?
Well, I already have my
little black book out.
-I've seen it.
It's 300 years out of date.
[honking]
-He can wait.
-Hey, the plane won't.
-Those Paris critics better
give you rave reviews.
-I'm nervous.
Paris critics are the worst.
-Yeah.
Well, just remember, people
become critics when they don't
have what it takes
to be artists.
-I wish you were
coming with me.
-I wish I was.
-I love you .
Stay out of trouble while
I'm gone, OK?
-I'll try.
Maybe I'll, uh, work at updating
my little black book.
-Yeah, that would get you in
a whole lot of trouble--
from me.
-[sigh].
-Hey.
FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Dr. Deets, please pick up
[inaudible].
-Let me handle this.
Uh, there was a kid admitted
called Gary Carrell.
-Ryan, isn't it?
Little dicky Ryan.
-Richie.
-That's it.
See, I never forget
a rap sheet.
What brings you down here?
Planning to rob a couple of old
ladies in intensive care.
-A friend of mine was
just brought in.
-That wouldn't be Gary Carrell
by any chance?
-Yeah.
How'd you know?
-Just a hunch.
He died five minutes ago.
The guy freaked out for
no apparent reason.
We got to be talking a heavy
duty drug habit here.
-Sergeant Powell.
-MacLeod, right?
-Correct.
My friend here has just
received some
very upsetting news.
Why don't you just
lay off him?
-Sorry, kid.
But the witnesses said he
went nuts, like King
Kong on angel dust.
-Gary didn't use drugs.
-What are these?
Bruises of some kind.
SGT. POWELL [OFFSCREEN]:
He probably
got them in the scuffle.
-Cerebral hemorrhage.
SGT. POWELL [OFFSCREEN]:
Could be.
We'll see what the
ME comes up with.
He's the doctor.
But five will get you ten this
kid was flying on something.
-MacLeod.
I knew you would come.
-You brought me halfway
around the world.
But it was worth
it to see you.
Why are we meeting
on holy ground?
Are you going to tell me
your plan to kill me?
-Don't be foolish.
If I wanted your head, would
I warn you first?
No.
This sacred place affords me
protection from, shall we say,
less honorable of our circle?
[laughter]
-I needed time alone.
-Well, you've had a hundred
years since we last saw each
other.
-And I have used them well.
Nature is like a
woman, MacLeod.
If she is wise, she does not
give up her mysteries quickly.
Imagine if Galileo or Da Vinci
had been of our kind.
What wonders they could
have coaxed from her.
-You have fermented
the Quanla root?
-A hundred years, but
I've done it.
-Then you solved the formula?
-That wasn't easy.
That old herbalist.
If I could find his grave,
I'd dig it up and
dance on his bones.
A dozen herbs.
Too much of this one and
too little of this.
And what do you have?
-A nice stuffing for pheasant.
-That would at least
have value.
-Well, he did say that it
would not be simple.
-I must have the determination
to succeed, I know.
But what does he call 100 years
of sleepless nights?
But a few months ago,
I found it.
The world is within my grasp.
-You know, it is a shame
you did not find
a potion for humility.
-You shall see.
[foreign]
[grunting]
-Is this your idea of helping
mankind out of the darkness?
[grunting]
-Combat is the perfect way to
test the potion's power.
These men could fight from
now until sunset
without fear or pain.
[grunting]
-Mortals are lost children.
We could haul them kicking and
screaming into the sunlight.
-If you do not stop
this, I will.
-Stop.
I had no intention of taking
it to the death.
-You have lived three times
as long as I, Kiem Sun.
Have all these years
taught you nothing?
Men achieve greatness when
they have freedom.
Freedom to fail if necessary,
but freedom.
Release them, please.
-Stand aside.
I want to a noble future
for the human race.
Is that so wrong?
-No.
But it will not be achieved
with potions and drugs.
Or men obeying your every
command even to the death.
[yelling]
-They were good and loyal men.
I vow their deaths will
not have been in vain.
-Do not tell me you are going
to continue with this
madness, Kiem Sun.
I have said it before and
I will say it again, our
business is the Gathering.
Prepare yourself for it or it
will swoop down and you will
lose your head.
-There must be one more root.
By itself it produces euphoria,
but combined with
the other ingredients, it
becomes so volatile, so
unpredictable.
I must get back to
work at once.
-You are not even
listening to me.
What are these?
He did not receive
those in battle.
-I will perfect it, even if it
takes another hundred years.
It is always a rough path that
leads to great achievements.
-That is true.
But this is the wrong path
for you, Kiem Sun.
Turn back now.
Please.
-Is this a holiday I
don't know about?
-Yeah, it's St. Arnold's day,
patron saint of tough guys.
-Where you going?
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]:
To settle a score.
-Anyone I know?
Anyone you know?
-Gary didn't just keel over
and die, and you know it.
Somebody somewhere knows
what killed him.
-You're staying here.
-He was my friend.
-And I'm your friend.
Take me advice, you could lose
your head over this.
-You think it's one
of you guys?
-Possibly.
-Why would an immortal
want to kill Gary?
-I'm not sure yet.
-OK, fine.
Well, look.
What I know is that
it wasn't drugs.
-Richie, it's not that simple.
-What is not that simple?
Gary managed to grow up clean
in a neighborhood where you
get a dime bag with
a fill-up of gas.
Look, I don't care if this
guy isn't immortal.
I want his ass.
And if you won't
do it, I will.
-Richie, I'll take care of it.
You have my word on that.
-Look, Mac.
If you're going to axe
this guy, fine.
That's cool.
I don't care, just as long
as somebody does it.
-OK.
-How do you figure
it's an immortal.
-I can't be sure.
But I had a friend,
a good friend.
We met in China during
the Qing Empire.
-Oh, this wasn't last
month, right?
-Right.
It was 1680-something.
Kiem Sun was wise and
loyal and caring.
Too caring.
He wanted to change the world.
-Nothing wrong with that.
-No.
It depends on how
you change it.
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: So you think
this Kiem Sun has gone
bad on you?
-No.
No immortal's ever
100% good or bad.
We run the spectrum
just like you.
The last time I saw Kiem Sun he
was hovering somewhere in
the middle.
-What makes you think he's
behind all this?
-The bruises on Gary's
temples.
Of course, I could be wrong.
I hope I am.
There's only one way
to find out.
-Wait up, I'm coming too.
-No, you're not.
I may lose a friend today the
same as you lost Gary.
I want to do it alone.
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: OK.
-Beer.
-Look who's back.
He's got more guts
than brains.
-Something I can do for you?
-What happened to Gary?
-Gary?
-Don't jerk me around, mister.
Gary Carrell.
A couple of days ago, you and
Gary were living in each
other's pockets.
He tells me you've got something
major shaping up.
Next thing we hear, he drops
dead outside the diamond mart.
Maybe you got the whole story.
-I had a plan.
Gary was a part of it.
He screwed up.
-Is that a fact?
The kid was only 19 years old.
Look, if you know what's good
for you, you're going to tell
me how he died.
-Just like you heard it.
Just hit the sidewalk,
no explanation.
Weak heart, genetic defect,
brain damage from spending too
much time on motorcycles.
Who can tell?
-Turn around when I'm
talking to you.
[grunting]
-Hey.
[yelling]
-Gary's gone.
It's too bad, but I
got what I needed.
I know how to slice the diamond
mart wide open.
I didn't come to this
pigsty for a beer.
I'm looking for a
few good men.
-Sergeant Powell.
-MacLeod, what are
you doing here?
-I just came by to see if the
preliminary report had been
released on Gary Carrell.
-I look like Dan
Rather to you?
You want the news?
Read the paper.
-I was right about the cerebral
hemorrhage, wasn't I?
-As a matter of fact, yeah.
That was a lucky guess.
-Yes, it was.
That means Richie was right.
No drugs were found
on Gary's body.
-Oh, come on, Sergeant.
Richie was his friend.
-No, no drugs.
Nada.
The only thing we found were
a few Chinese herbs.
You know, the stuff they use
in their folk medicine?
Something made that
kid go bananas.
-And then it shattered
his brain?
-Right.
-Let's go to your place.
-All right.
-Hey, bro.
What's going on?
-I'll catch you later.
-Think maybe you could
help me out here?
Give me a hand?
I'm looking for this dude.
-No.
Uh, leave me alone, OK?
-He was messing with Gary,
a friend of mine.
Can you help me out here?
Come on, talk to me, man.
Come on.
I know you know what's
going down.
Come on.
MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
No, I don't.
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Hey,
don't get in my face.
Just give me a hand here.
I'm asking you a question.
Answer me, pal.
Whoa.
What are you do--
-Hi, Richie.
-Angie.
-Hey.
Any damage?
-Uh, I don't think so.
This, uh, mother tried
major dental surgery
on me without Novocaine.
I may soon.
-Is that why you were
chasing him?
-I was looking for
some answers.
-Now, that's not a smart thing
to do is this part of town.
Remember?
-Yeah.
-It's good to see ya.
-It's good to see you, too.
I, uh--
I heard about Gary.
I'm sorry.
-That's why you came back
here, isn't it?
-Yeah.
Awful lot of bread and bologna
here for a homeless shelter.
-We feed 200 people a day.
In six months, we'll
double that number.
Want to help out?
A few hours a week maybe?
-Yeah, I think I could
work that out.
I missed you.
-No, you haven't.
You could have found me
anytime you wanted.
-So you like it here?
ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]:
Yeah, it's great.
It's the only job I
could get anyhow.
It's pretty mean out there for
a girl who has nothing on her
resume except biker enthusiast
and metal head.
How about you?
-Well, I'm working
in this antique
store up in the heights.
-Ooh.
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]:
Yeah, I know.
It's pretty cool.
There's this couple.
She's drop-dead gorgeous
and it's her store.
He's--
let's just say he's on
the cutting edge
of the antique world.
Anyway, they've sort
of adopted me.
-Oh, that's good Rich.
I--
I always knew you'd be the
one to make the break.
Gary thought so, too.
-Angie, you got to be upfront
with me about this.
Was Gary using anything?
-Are you kidding me?
He was an exercise freak.
You know that.
-Yes, I know.
He always made me feel like I
was the runt of the litter.
-He was a strange guy.
I mean, here's this macho biker
who's always into some
racket or another.
He won't even take an aspirin.
And then after he meets up with
this sleezoid, Chu Lin--
-He was Chinese.
-No, he was from the
Irish Chu Lins.
-I need to find this Chu Lin.
-Why?
Do you think he might know
something about how Gary died?
-I think he may have
killed him.
Or at least know who did.
-Oh, wow.
Well, then you have
to go to the cops.
-I can't.
If this Chu Lin is who I think
he is, 911 will be one big
waste of time.
No, Angie.
I can handle this myself.
-Yeah, right.
Like you almost get your teeth
knocked out today.
This neighborhood's
changed, pal.
-Yes, I know.
I feel like I'm working
without a safety net.
-I got my bike outside.
-Angie, I do not like this.
-What's not to like?
What, you going to walk
all over town
looking for this guy?
I won't be a sec.
-Oh.
[music playing]
-Let him be.
I've been expecting you.
Your conscious has been pricking
me like a thorn in my
side across the centuries.
-Then I won't need this.
-MacLeod.
That is the last of
the Quanla root.
Do you know how rare it is?
I have tried to blend some, but
the soil, this infernal
climate, it's possible.
-And it will take a hundred
years before
it's ready to use?
-Yes.
-Good.
-Good?
Do you think I wanted that
young man to die?
I told you every once of my
potion was stolen by an
assistant, a Judas by
the name of Chu Lin.
-And what does he plan
to do with it?
-I fear Chu Lin's ambition do
not include helping mankind.
-More like helping himself?
-Exactly.
-300 years, Kiem Sun.
You have been struggling
with this
formula for three centuries.
What have you achieved?
A drug that can make people
die in agony?
If it cannot be perfected, why
do you continue working on it?
-Because it will make men
fearless, strong, and obedient.
Within a short time, we can
bring peace to this world.
-Maybe that was your dream
when you first
started on this path.
But now there's something
else.
Why haven't you tried to get
this drug back from Chu Lin?
-I'm not leaving holy
ground to become the
victim of an immortal.
Is that why you're
here, MacLeod?
-I made you a pledge all
those years ago.
It still stands.
-You're going to protect me?
For how long?
A day?
A week?
-Until you cross the line.
-Pick up your sword.
Indulge me.
This is still holy ground.
We can't hurt each other here.
[yelling]
-Too many centuries without
a challenge.
You need protection.
-Pity.
I was once a master.
-You were never that good.
-So if we find Chu Lin and
recover the potion, what then?
It comes back here?
-Anything to get it
off the streets.
-All right.
You and I together.
It's almost like the old days.
Let's find Chu Lin.
-No wonder Chu Lin wanted out.
-My brother loves China's
material world.
-So I can see.
When was the last time
Chu Lin was here.
-He disappeared about
two weeks ago.
What are you looking for?
-I'm not sure.
-We should have never
left China.
Life was so much simpler.
-You should never have left
the 17th century.
-And what have humans
accomplished in all this time?
Nearly bigger and more efficient
ways of destroying
themselves.
-Chu Lin's been writing monthly
checks to a downtown
real estate company.
He must be renting a
place somewhere.
-Then we must pay this real
estate company a visit.
-Relax, Kiem Sun.
I doubt the sword will
be necessary.
-Yep, I remember this place.
If anything's going down,
these guys would know.
The bitch is, they don't trust
anybody who doesn't have a
picture of Attila the Hun
tattooed to their chest.
-Oh, they're not that bad.
Come on.
-Not that bad?
These guys use STP
for mouthwash.
You stay here.
-Richie.
-Look, I'm going to be too
nervous watching my own back.
I don't want to have to
worry about you, too.
Hey, don't worry.
I'll be back.
Give me a beer.
-Give me a beer?
If I give you beer, I'm going
to lose my license.
-All right then, I'll
have coffee.
Black.
-You sure you wouldn't like
a decaf, uh, cappuccino?
-Yeah.
Maybe you want to sprinkle a
little bit of cinnamon on top
of that, too.
Ha-ha.
So fellows, how's it going?
So maybe you guys
could help me?
I hear this is the place if a
guy wants to find out what's
shaking in the neighborhood.
I'm looking for a dude who's
into Chinese medicine, all
that hocus pocus.
Name's Chu Lin.
-What's a nice uptown boy like
you want Chu Lin for?
-I hear he's got a great
recipe for lasagna.
-Well, let me tell you, Chu Lin
is a 24-carat psycho with
a black belt.
If I tell you where he is, I'm
going to end up in traction.
So whatever you want
him for, forget it.
-Look, I don't scare so easy.
-Then you really are a
dumb SOB, ain't you?
Ain't you?
ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: There's 50
in it for the right answer.
-Now, here's a lady who knows
that there's a recession.
-So.
Give the man $50.
-Uh, that creep in the alley
took everything.
-49.
-Just for you, Ang.
Try, uh, the warehouse at, uh--
at Montgomery and Ninth.
-Thank you.
-Thanks, pal.
Nice to meet you.
MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
This one looks tough.
-That's the safe.
What do you think?
-Yeah, I know the model.
There's no way we can crack this
thing in under an hour.
So what's the deal?
-The deal is that we carry the
safe out in the 2 minutes and
15 seconds before
the cops arrive.
-Carry it?
Man, you could use a little
Hamburger Helper.
This safe must weigh a ton.
-810 pounds to be exact.
But I think I have resolved
this problem.
-Yeah?
Well, resolve this, pal.
We're out of here.
-What if I pay you for
wasting your time?
-I can live with that.
-Good.
But before you go, will you
join me in an old Chinese
custom?
-Huh?
-Tea.
To show there are no
hard feelings.
-Tea?
What the hell is this anyway?
I hate tea.
-Please, it's an ancient
tradition.
I would be most offended.
-Oh, well.
We wouldn't want that.
Why the diamond mart?
There's easier places
than that.
-True.
But you see, diamonds
are non-traceable.
And the contents in that safe
will set me up for life.
I've been poor.
Now, I want to try rich.
This is just the beginning.
-Uh-hmm.
So how come you're
not drinking?
-It would be impolite
for the host to
take part in the ceremony.
Go ahead, drink up.
You know, I do wish you
changed your minds.
-Fat chance.
-You never know.
-Ha-ha.
[door opening]
-Chu Lin.
Hello?
Anybody here?
-Hey, look at this.
-Mr. Lin?
Chu Lin.
-Forks.
-Angie, what the hell
are you doing here?
-Wait, wait, wait.
You know these guys?
-Yeah.
They Use to be friends
of Gary's.
-Excellent.
So then you must know
this Chu Lin.
-You mean the guy standing
behind you?
[laughter]
-Something I can do for you?
-Yeah, you bastard.
This is for Gary Carrell.
[grunting]
ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: Richie.
-Angie, get out of here.
-No way.
You stay, I stay.
You first, you creep.
-Angie, what are you doing?
Just leave.
-[inaudible].
Ah!
Ow.
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Angie.
Oh.
Ah.
[scream]
-Drop it, stupid.
-Put down the knife first.
Put it down.
-Chu Lin.
Let the boy go.
Leave now.
Or you'll see your own hearts
beating on the ground right in
front of you.
MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
I'm out of here.
-I spent 300 years working
on that potion.
Give it to me.
-MacLeod, this battle is mine.
-It's mine now.
You taught him well.
[grunting]
-I know about you immortals.
My head would be
no good to you.
-I don't want your head.
I want a signed confession that
you drugged and killed
Gary Carrell.
-Forgive the intrusion,
but he was mine.
Never let your opponent--
-See all your skills.
[grunting]
-I didn't.
I forgot to mention.
-You are right-handed.
-I didn't think you were as
defenseless as you pretended.
-So sue me.
You have improved over
the years, MacLeod.
Ah!
You won't, MacLeod.
Your pride wouldn't let
you break your word.
-You're right.
-What are you doing?
You promised to return
that to the temple.
-Sue me.
-I'll be back with more
in a hundred years.
-By then it will be too late.
The Gathering is here.
That is what you wanted the
drug for, wasn't it?
-Not at first.
I truly wanted to
help mankind.
Believe me, maybe that's
too much to ask.
Hiding on temple grounds
was a mistake.
Locked away for three
centuries.
The longer I stayed away from
the game, the more frightened
I became in my head.
-And then somewhere along the
line, you decided that if you
could perfect this
drug, it would
help you in the Gathering?
-A small army of men, hundreds,
maybe thousands.
They will obey me without
question.
They will attack any mortal on
my command, weakening long
enough for me to
take his head.
-That won't work at
the Gathering.
You'll be on your own.
-Don't worry about
my survival.
Worry about yours.
-Kiem Sun, now you've
crossed the line.
The next time I'll kill you.
Who is she?
-A friend.
She'll be OK.
-Yeah.
We better get her out of here
before the police arrive.
I thought I told you to
stay out of this.
-You still don't
get me, do you?
You should have told me to get
involved, then maybe I might
have stayed at home.
-Yeah.
Then maybe again,
you might not.
-Kids.
Go figure.
-You know, I don't know if I'd
want to live in this place.
It's like a museum.
-Ha.
You get used to it.
Take a look at these.
They're a thousand years old.
They were used in tombs to
keep the dead company.
ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]:
Happy birthday.
You know, if I were MacLeod
and-- and what's her name?
-Tessa.
-Yeah.
Well, I wouldn't let you
anywhere near all this pricey
stuff.
-Hey, I keep telling you,
I am a changed man.
I hope so.
It's just that I can't help
getting the feeling like
you've got some con
up your sleeve.
-Trust me.
And this is their bedroom.
-Uh-hmm.
Wow.
This is special.
-Yeah?
-I thought you said
I could trust you.
-You can.
It's just that, uh, living with
a couple who kiss and paw
each other all day kind
of gives you ideas.
You know?
-I can guess.
I got to get back
to the shelter.
-All right.
Maybe I'll, uh, drop by later
and give you a hand.
-Oh, that'd be OK.
But you know, don't feel
like you have to.
-I'd like to.
Very much.
-I'm sorry, we didn't know.
But I thought this
was our bedroom.
-Uh--
hey, guys.
Uh--
-Hi.
-Tessa, welcome back.
Um, this is Angie.
Uh, Duncan.
Angie.
-Nice to meet you, Angie.
-Hi.
ANGIE [OFFSCREEN]: Hi.
-I was, um--
just showing Angie around.
-I see.
The grand tour, huh?
RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: Yeah.
-You're right, Richie.
She is drop-dead gorgeous.
He's not so bad either.
-OK.
Uh, we got to get going because
Angie's got to get
back to the shelter.
So, uh--
we'll--
I'll see you later.
Buh-bye.
-Welcome home.
So, uh, how was the showing?
-Tell you later.
Did you stay out of trouble?
-I'll tell you later.
[theme music]