Highlander (1992–1998): Season 2, Episode 14 - Unholy Alliance: Part 1 - full transcript

He is Immortal.

Born in the Highlands of Scotland
400 hundred years ago.

He's not alone.

There are others like him.

Some good,

some evil.

For centuries he's battled
the forces of darkness

with holy ground his only refuge.

He cannot die,

unless you take his head and with it his power.

In the end, there can be only one.



He is Duncan MacLeod,

the Highlander.

Here we are

Born to be kings

We're the princes of the universe

I am Immortal

I have inside me blood of kings

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the future of the world

Bon soir, Madame Leroux.

Merci.

A bientot.

It's one of them, isn't it?
Anton, you can't go. Not tonight.



It would be another night, or another.

Please don't go.

We always knew it would find us someday,
Catherine, and that we'd face it together.

This is that day.

Aren't you a little unarmed for this?

I wouldn't say so. You know, I used to use gas.

But gas is so inelegant. So indiscriminate.
Hardly a gentleman's weapon.

I found something so much better.

Have you?

Who are you?

Death.

Oh, someone was careless.

Terribly. I had to have all my suits altered.

This is wrong. It's against
all the rules. You can't.

Oh, but I can.

There can be only one.

That's him. That's Duncan Macleod.

Can you imagine that?
Stuck in the ice for two years.

Oh, man.

The St. Roch, the first ship
to sail the Northwest Passage.

Yeah, it had a crew of eight. Not all of them
made it. Took them twenty-seven months.

You're not reading this somewhere, are you?

Well, I must have somewhere.

Twenty-seven months... guys must really
have learned to depend on each other. Huh?

The St. Roch was—

- You know, I never thanked you.
- Is this a generic thank you,
or did I do something?

Well, you know, for keeping the dojo open
and not letting it become a mini-mall
or something like that.

Charlie, it was just good business.

Oh, yeah. Well, you forget I know
how much money we're not making, okay?

- Oh.
- What?

Ooh, wow.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Why don't you just go ahead?

Come on, are you sure?

No, no, I'm fine. I must be just
a little seasick, I guess. I'll catch up.

All right.

Why were you following me?

What the hell's the matter with you, mister?

I said, why were you following me?

I wasn't following anybody. I was just taking a walk.

Don't! I'll break it!

- MacLeod, what the hell are you doing?
- He was tailing us!

Come on, let him go, man. This is a friend
of mine. Rick Davis. We served together.

Sorry. Maybe I made a mistake.

Damn right you did. This guy a friend of yours?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.
Look, Rick Davis, meet Duncan MacLeod.

Once was enough.

What are you doing here? I thought you'd be
in Mogadishu or someplace,
getting a tan behind some sandbags, man.

It was time to get out.

Will wonders never cease.
Ricky Davis goes private?

Look, DeSalvo, I got to go. I think you should
check out some new friends.

MacLeod, wait up. You mind telling me
what the hell that was all about?

Nothing.

Nothing, my ass. You always say it's nothing,
and it's always something.

Charlie, maybe I was wrong,
but I thought he was following me.

Glad you're home.

You want a drink?

Yes, please.

Brandy?

That'd be nice, thank you.

You said you wanted to talk.

Something strange is happening, MacLeod.
I really don't know that I believe this myself.

Well, go on.

Thanks.

In the last few days, two Immortals
have been killed. One of them was
your friend, Anton Legris.

These things happen.

Never like this.

Not in over a thousand years.
These killings were set up by mortals.

Go on.

Anton died in Paris,
and Jason Talbot died in New York.

They were shot first, and then beheaded
by an Immortal. They were working together.

How can you be certain it's an Immortal?

Our people were there right after the Quickening.
The killings were identical.

And the Immortal?

We haven't identified him yet.

Why are you telling me all this?

I thought you'd want to know.

You watch yourself, MacLeod.

Scotland, 1670

For once, the pupil bests the teacher. Beat that.

Checkmate.

I'm going to be chief of clan. My father pays you to teach me
to wage war, not play games.

This is an ancient game played
by warriors, Master Auric.

It is about war, and about rules.

The rules be damned.
They're only meant to be broken.

Some rules are unbreakable, Master Auric.

Not for me.

Those pieces will soon be real men on the field
of battle. How will you lead them?

They'll learn to fear me.

Then they will only fight for you.
If they love you, they will die for you.

You talk like an old woman.

I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

I am Michel de Burgoyne.

Dead is what you'll be,
if you do not leave these lands!

So young to be such a buffoon.

You'll pay for this insolence.

Is he always like this? Deal with the boy,
MacLeod. Ours is not a show to be seen.

We'll discuss this later. Now go.

If you're a coward, I'll cut him down myself.

Hold your sword! And go!

I spoke of unbreakable rules,
and this is one of them.

Our fight is one-on-one. No one can interfere!

I can do what I like. If you're not man enough...
I'm defending myself.

Now, Michel Burgoyne, where were we?

Charlie, something's come up.
I might be going away for a while.

Hey, you going to grab some R and R?

No, I didn't think so. Anybody calls,
where do I tell them you've gone, man?

Just tell them you don't know.

Well, that'll be easy enough.

Charlie, get out of here.

MacLeod, if I were you,
I would seriously reconsider that R and R.

Sorry, brother, the, uh... the opera's on
the other side of town. We're closed.

Even for an old friend?

I've been waiting for you. Don't bother
with the gas. There's nobody home.

You do turn up most unexpectedly, MacLeod.

I think we both expected this.

I'm just trying to earn a few francs.
After all, a man's got to live.

Not necessarily.

You're a long way from home, Xavier.

Home is where the head is... or don't you agree?

Sorry, but I have company.

We've so much to talk about.

Oh, no problem. You guys want to talk,
I've got other things to do.

Don't go. You know what
they say — the more, the merrier.

Go!

An old friend?

Make sure.

The phone, man.

Aw, jeez.

Boys!

I don't think your friend likes you.

What makes you say that?

You know why I hate sloppy work, Davis?
Sloppy work leaves trails,

and trails lead to me.

How could I know he'd be with MacLeod?
It was a million-to-one shot.

I guess it wasn't your lucky day.

It'll be okay. DeSalvo vouched for me,
and MacLeod believed him.

Perhaps, but MacLeod
shouldn't have had to believe him.

MacLeod shouldn't have seen you at all.

Look, I did the best I could.

I know you did, Davis, and that's a shame,
because if that's the best you can do...

Hey, man, I made a mistake.
What are you going to do, kill me?

Sounds good to me.

If it's evidence, put it in the bag.

Thanks. Hope you find them.

Maybe they'd find them a little easier
if you told them the whole story.

Really? Did I leave something out?

Nothing important.

Just the part about the guy with one arm
who started the whole thing.

His name is Xavier St. Cloud,
and he's not for the police.

Oh! Not for the police? Oh, really?

Charlie, you're gonna have to trust me on this.

How the hell can I trust you when
I don't even know what's going on?

The only thing you have to know
is that this is personal.

Fine. Well, then, you can have him,
but I want a piece of those other guys!

All right. Got any ideas?

Yeah. The way they moved... they had to be, uh,

Berets, Rangers, something like that.

That's what I thought. And if you were looking for
a wet-work team, where would you start?

Davis.

What was he like?

He liked danger a bit too much.
I don't figure him going civvie for long, man.

Maybe he didn't.

Rick? Rick, you in there? It's Charlie DeSalvo.

Hey, Rick?

Get your hands off. Here. Wipe them off.
He's been dead a few hours.

His body temperature's dropped.
Looks like rigor mortis has set in.
And he got off on more than danger.

No way, man. He never touched the stuff.

Go.

Look, he hated needles.
He couldn't even handle a flu shot.

Then somebody handled it for him. Come on.

Why make it look like an overdose?

To get him out of the way with no questions asked.

This guy's an animal, man.

He's also one who likes to kill.

Xavier St. Cloud killed your friend.

I know.

My God, they came for you, didn't they?

Yes, but they missed.

He's always killed for profit before.
What's he after? Why did he break the rules?

Well, maybe he's not as handy as he used to be.

I'm gonna put my people on this.

No, you don't. Somebody's finding
Immortals for him.

Well, it's not us, MacLeod.

How can you be so sure?
This is my business now, not yours. Understood?

Yeah. Whatever you say.

Excuse me.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, it's fine. Actually, it's not fine.
It's a mess. I was just wondering...

would you, you know, do the guy thing?

'Do the guy thing'?

Yeah. Help my engine.

What seems to be the problem?

Three thousand pounds of ugly tin
just doesn't like me.

Let's take a look.

Is it okay?

It's perfect, if you're not going anywhere.
You lost the hose to your fuel pump.

I don't believe this. How am I going to
get all this stuff home?

Well, maybe I could drop you somewhere.
Well, don't worry, I don't bite. In fact,
I haven't had to wear a muzzle in years.

Okay. Can you help me with some of these?

Sure.

One more. I don't know why, but machines seem
to hate me. The feeling's mutual.

Well, not everyone's a mechanic.

I'm Renee Delaney.

Duncan MacLeod.

I can't shake your hand.

- Here, can you hold that?
- All right.

You're not from around here, are you?

I'm usually pretty good at accents.
I can't place you.

I travel around so much,
sometimes I forget myself.

I bet you're an army guy.

What makes you say that?

I know the look. I was an army brat.
Grew up with uniforms.

We must've moved ten times if we moved once.

Few years in Texas?

Dallas. Ten years.

A stint in Iowa, too, I'd say.

Kansas. It was way too long.
But how'd you know all that?

Oh, I'm pretty good with accents myself.

You're a very funny lady.

Thank you.

So, you cooking dinner for your boyfriend?

No. I'm fixing dinner for my mother.

Well.

Thank you so much, Duncan.
I don't know what I would have done.

Called a taxi, probably.

But it wouldn't have been as much fun.
Sugar, you mind holding this?

No.

Now, I want you to know, ordinarily,
I don't let strange men in my apartment.

Unless you trust them?

No.

Unless I have a gun.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. What would Mother say?

And I thought we were getting along so well.

This is business.

I wonder whose.

Look, I'll ask the questions here, MacLeod.

Duncan. We're on a first-name basis, remember?

Okay, Duncan. Why did you kill Richard Davis?

You followed me from his apartment.

Answer the question.

Davis was dead when we found him.

Then why didn't you call the cops?

Did you? He died hours before we got there,
but you already know that.

Maybe. What I don't know is
who you really are.

I told you that already in the car.
You didn't need a gun then, either.

Don't do anything stupid.

Actually, I was just leaving.

- What makes you think I won't use this?
- Because you don't think I'm guilty.

Besides, this apartment
is strictly government issue.

What are you? Army intelligence?
Criminal Investigation Division.

When you're going to use an unmarked car,
remember to take the army maintenance sticker off the air filter.

Actually, you're due for a tune-up, Miss Delaney.
Or is it Sergeant? Oh, no, I forgot.

it must be Special Agent Delaney.
C.I.D. doesn't like rank, do they?

Wouldn't be right for a corporal
to arrest a general, would it?

If you knew this was a setup,
why did you come along?

Because I want to know who's following me.
Were you investigating Davis when he was killed?

I'm afraid that's classified.

Well, that's too bad. When it's not, call me.
We can have dinner some time.

Got a minute?

Sure.

I just want you to know
I'll be leaving in the morning.

Charlie, we can fix this place up.

Sure.

I used to dream about this place, MacLeod.

Took me five years to get the down payment together.
But this isn't about the dojo.

You asked me to trust you before.
When are you going to start trusting me?

Charlie, I don't know everything.

Yes, but you do know something.

All right, I'm not going to lie to you,
and I'm not going to make up stories.

Xavier's going to keep coming until he kills me, or until I kill him.
We fought each other before.

You cut off his arm, didn't you?
No wonder he's pissed.

So, you going to help me rebuild this place?

How can we? It barely makes a profit.

You let me worry about the money.

Like new?

Like it was.

This is Barton.
He's been keeping an eye on Xavier.

I told you, I didn't want your people involved.

Well, we do what we have to do.

If you don't want this guy,
that's fine with me.

Do you know where he is?

No. But I know where he'll be.

Are you sure he'll come?

He'll come. He still trusts Dawson.

And Dawson trusts our young friend here.
Isn't that so?

He'll be here.

And so will I.

It's about time.
I could use some help cleaning up.

I'm in a hurry, Charlie.

Well, I guess what they say is true.
Black is never out of style.

This isn't your fight.

No? You're going to tell me
this isn't about the other night?

Listen, Charlie—

No, no, no, you listen, man.
This is not just about Xavier St. Cloud.

This is about a special ops team,
and that is something that I know about.

They nearly killed me,

and they did kill Davis.
Now, he and I served together,

and that means something to me.

Now, whether you like it or not,
I can't get in much deeper than this.

Sorry, Charlie.

Hey, hey, MacLeod.

What are you doing here, Charlie?

I told you, man, I want a piece of these guys.

Get this off me.

Where are they?

It's not your business. Get out of here.

No way, MacLeod. No way.

What?

Sorry, Charlie, but I told you
this is my business.

Different rules. Different styles.

Different strokes for different folks.

MacLeod!

Horton?

We've got to go.

I want his head.

You'll have your chance.

I'm going in. Cover me!

He's alive. Get an ambulance.

Well, well. I was wondering
when you were going to show.

I'm looking for someone who just got admitted.

I think we have some things to talk about.

Not now!

Look, MacLeod—

Not here! His name is DeSalvo. Charlie DeSalvo.

You're looking for Mr. DeSalvo?

Yeah. How is he?

Not good. He's lost a lot of blood. We'll do
the best we can. Does he have relatives here?

No. I'm his friend.

There's a place you can wait
just down the hall. Could be awhile.

Doctor Ford, 4-1-3-7. Dr. Ford, 4-1-3-7.

You were with him, weren't you?
What were you doing there, MacLeod?

Look, I want to know everything you know
and I want to know now, starting with
who you're working for.

Go away.

Who the hell do you think you're talking to?

I'm not in the mood.
I have a friend who might be dying in there.

Not in the mood? Well, that's too bad.
He's alive because I found him.

Thanks!

Hey, I deserve more than that.

Maybe if you'd been in the mood before,
he wouldn't be on that table right now.

Listen, lady, I don't need this from you!

Too close to home, MacLeod?

Excuse me, this is a hospital. If you want to
argue, could you take it somewhere else, please?

Dr. Hayes, 4-2-3-9.

Welcome back.

We're dead.

Do I look like an angel to you, Charlie?
We're alive. Both of us.

I saw you take one in the heart. I know I did.

Charlie...

Tell me... I'm wrong.

You're not wrong, Charlie.
You saw what you saw.

What are you, MacLeod?
What in God's name are you?

It's hard to explain.

Try. This time, don't say it's nothing.
I want you to tell me...

before I die, MacLeod.

You're not going to die, Charlie.

Charlie? Charlie? Charlie!

Praying?

I'm waiting.

I'm sorry about what I said. It was a cheap shot.
I hope your friend makes it.

It's a good place to hope.

You believe in that?

I believe there's an order in the universe.

That there's purpose.
That things eventually fit.

Even if you can't see how or why.

When I was little, I used to think...

God was this old guy with a long beard
who'd live forever.

Has to be more than that.

I prayed for someone once.
I prayed for days and... it didn't work.

Guess no one was listening.

"He works in mysterious ways,
his wonders to perform."

That's the "why" part.

Hopefully, someday you get to understand.

If I live four hundred years?

Sometimes it takes longer than that.

What do I do with you, MacLeod?

You let me finish this alone.

We removed two bullets from his chest cavity
but there's still one lodged near his spine.

He was going into cardiac arrest.
We had to close him up.

When can you go back in?

We'll know in a day or two. I'm sorry.

MacLeod. I heard about Charlie. I can't tell you—

Don't you even say his name!
You're the reason he's here.

What are you talking about?

You set me up! Xavier and
the mercenaries — they were waiting for us.

And so was Horton.

That's impossible. You know Horton's dead.

He wasn't last night.

You're seeing things, MacLeod.
He's dead and buried.

You're lying to me.

MacLeod, why would I be lying to you?

I don't know, but—

Mr. Dawson? What's the trouble?

No trouble, George. No trouble at all.

You back in to see Dr. Crane?

Yeah, I'm in for my twenty
thousand mile check-up.

Look, maybe you could, uh,
walk me to my car, okay?

Would be my pleasure.

What's the problem, MacLeod? No one home?

I knew you'd come.

You've always been so predictable.

I think it's about time you joined
the rest of your family.

Holy ground, MacLeod. Shame on you.
You're forgetting the rules.

I tried to get Xavier to come,
but even he wouldn't kill here.

Does this make you feel important, Horton?
Powerful? Is that what this is all about?

This is not about me, MacLeod.
This is about you.

You and your kind. You're an abomination.

And what does that make you?

I'm the man you can't kill.

Frustrated? I know I would be in your position.

How would you like to kill me?
With your sword?

No, I think you'd prefer to do it
with your bare hands.

Feel the life drain away from me.

And what about Xavier? How'd you find him?

That was easy. He's not exactly
a low-profile type.

I shot him and I was just
about to cut his head off, when I

realized he could lead me to you.

And let me guess, you told him you'd make sure
he'd be the last Immortal.

And he believed me.

Rather an unholy alliance, wouldn't you say?

I wouldn't underestimate him.

I won't.

What about Dawson? How much does he know?

We're family.

Damn.

Here, let me give you a hand.

Thank you.

I've got a delivery to Joseph Dawson.
He's a patient of Dr. Crane's.

So...?

So they didn't give me his address.
Said you could help.

You said Joseph Dawson?

Yeah, that's right.

4255 Pimlicoe Avenue.

Great. Thanks.

Here he comes.

Good to see you, Joe.

Cast off!

Who were they?

No one.

Look, you can't keep doing this by yourself.
You're not the Lone Ranger.

Hey, just give me a minute, please.

Look, I got Army Intelligence computers, informants,

yet every time I get somewhere,
you're always one step ahead of me.

What's going on, MacLeod? Who are you?

You wouldn't understand.

Is this personal? I mean, besides
what happened to your friend?

Something like that.

Hey, maybe we can help each other.
We don't have to be enemies.

You don't want to be my friend, Renee.
Look what happened to Charlie.

You can't do this by yourself.

I can't do it any other way.
Mind your sleeve. Don't follow me again.

How's Horton? You remember Horton?
The man that was dead and buried.

The ghost. We don't believe in
ghosts, do we, Dawson?

I knew you'd come.

What? Like Horton said, I'm so predictable?
How long have you worked with him?

I'm not. I never did. Look, after you fought
with Horton, I had to take him to the hospital. He was dying.

Now we both know he lived.

Yeah. He surprised us all.
But I made sure he was through with the Watchers, MacLeod.

No one was to contact him, not even
his own people. He was an outcast.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I knew you'd kill him.

Don't you think he deserved it?

I've known the man for twenty-five years.
He's my sister's husband.
I couldn't just let him die.

He said he just wanted
to leave the country, live quietly.

And you lied to me about that.

I didn't even know he was here
until you said you saw him.
I had to find out why he came back.

I'll tell you why he came back.

To kill Immortals. Horton buys the mercenaries
and Xavier takes the heads.

I swear, MacLeod, I didn't know.

And what would you have done if you did?

Next time I see you will be the last.

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