Highlander (1992–1998): Season 2, Episode 16 - The Vampire - 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

- Hey, Peter, how are you?
- Good. It's a good wake, isn't it?

Yeah. Only Barry would want
his wake at his pool.

And to be buried near Jim Morrison,
so he'd have someone to party with.

To Barry Piper - my partner,
and the best ears in the record business.



Do the police know what happened?

They think he had one too many,
slipped, and fell in the water.

What do you think?

Well, he used to swim drunk all the time.

Oh, Dad.

Time to go.

- Thank you, Duncan.
- I know it's been rough on you, Helene.

- Come on. Wake up, Peter.
- We'll take you home.

No. I am at home.

All right. Just for tonight.

Yes, mother.

Play it again, Sam.

Good night.

You're a good friend, Duncan.

My father was very fond of you.

I'll miss him, too.

Life's funny, isn't it?

Sometimes, it seems you have all the time
in the world, then it's over.

How am I going to get over this?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Go on. Go back inside and get some sleep.

- Okay.
- I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Ward?

Mr. MacLeod, you do turn up
in unexpected places.

I was thinking the same about you, Mr. Ward.

See you around, MacLeod.

Dawson?

Nice to see you, too, MacLeod.

I thought you'd left Paris.

I didn't know you cared.

I worry about you.
Paris can be a dangerous place.

Oh, yeah. Apparently the kind of place where somebody will knock you down for no reason.

You were following Nicholas Ward, weren't you?

Mesdames et messieurs, le Poirot!

Paris, 1840

Interesting performance.

Performance?

It's public foolishness.

It is the way the public
deals with its fears, Stillwell.

Lord knows, they have a right to be afraid.

Afraid of what?

The news hasn't reached you?

Henry!

I've heard enough of your old wives' tales.

The man has a right to know.

You'll only make a fool of yourself.

What are we talking about here, gentlemen?

A vampire, Mr. MacLeod.

Ridiculous!

It is not.

There is a vampire stalking the streets of Paris.

My partner is rather superstitious.
Rest assured, I don't share his beliefs.

What do you think, Mr. MacLeod?

About a vampire?

Well, I think Paris is a fashionable city,
and vampires are in fashion.

Can we get to the business at hand, gentlemen?

Exactly.

Mr. MacLeod, what do you know about our company?

Well, Belaire started fifteen years ago,
importing goods from eastern Europe.

You then expanded to the Middle and the Far East,

then north and central Africa.

You import raw materials,
and you export finished products.

You've done your research.

Thank you.

Of course, we welcome
your interest in our company,

but I have to be blunt, Mr. MacLeod.
It is an investment for the future.

Some of us might want to take
a little profit right now.

And if Charles was still alive,
we would not be having this discussion!

We are building a trading empire that
will last for generations, are we not?

I would rather build a country house to share with my daughter and my future grandchildren!

Gentlemen, gentlemen... I assure you,
my investments are all long-term.

Excellent.

So, we'll see each other tomorrow morning
in my office. Say, nine o'clock?

Nine it is. I'm sure we'll enjoy
doing business together.

I look forward to it. Gentlemen.

Is something wrong?

Oh, no, no. Sorry.
It's this vampire business. I—

You're taking it too seriously.

Am I?

Ask them if they believe in vampires.

And they have no reason to.

And you do?

Another drink, Mr. MacLeod?

Mr. MacLeod?

Not just now. Um, would you excuse me?

What happened?

I don't know. There was a man leaning over him.

Hey! Over there.

Stop!

Stop!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Did I get him?

Yes, you hit him.

I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.

What was it that killed him?

It's hard to tell.

Is it? You're a doctor, aren't you?

He might have been beaten.

Beaten?

Look how pale he is.

This is what the good doctor
doesn't want you to see. Look!

The mark of a vampire.

No, that's ridiculous.

Is it?

Then where's the blood?

He's pale from the loss of it.
And look at the ground. It's bone dry.

Whatever it was, it's dead.
I put two bullets in it.

You idiot. You can't shoot
this thing with bullets.

Are you all right?

Yeah... Poor William. If he'd stayed
and had that drink with us...

Come, Henry. Let me take you home.

But you still don't believe it?

I'm an educated man, Henry. And so are you.

But the marks... the puncture marks...

There must be some other explanation.
But you still haven't told me everything.

Yes, well, you'll find out eventually.

Six months ago, Charles, William, and I
funded an expedition to Transylvania.

We'd heard about some artifacts we thought
we could lay our hands on cheaply.

The truth is, we were driven by greed.

What went wrong?

Everything!

The locals turned against us; our own men fought amongst themselves. It was doomed from the start.

Well, archeology's a risky business.

Oh, archeology...

This was a church.

MacLeod. An ancient church.

So you robbed it.

Like savages.

We stole its icons, we desecrated its cemetery...

We dug up a guilded coffin.
Very ornate. Valuable.

But it was late, and we decided
not to break it open 'till the next day.

What happened?

The next day, it was gone.

Then somebody stole it.

I'm sorry, Henry, but I still
do not believe it was a vampire.

Then how do you account for Stillwell's death? The death of the other partner, Charles Voight?

Mr. MacLeod, this is Alan Baines.

Yes. The vampire chaser.

Is this a full-time profession
or just a diversion?

He is the foremost expert in this field.
I hired him to protect us.

Shame he couldn't protect Mr. Stillwell.

Evil is clever, Mr. MacLeod.
Clever beyond your comprehension.

Good evening.

- Your chapeau, Monsieur.
- Mr. MacLeod.

Thank you.

You saw Stillwell's body.
How can you not believe?

Stubborn, perhaps.

Princes of darkness... creatures of the night... immortals...
Do they not exist for you?

Mr. Baines, how many have you seen?

I have seen more than you can imagine.

Oh, I can imagine a great deal.

Gentlemen.

Miss Jacom. Allow me to offer my sincere
condolences in the light of recent events.

Thank you. But I have to say,
I believe Mr. Stillwell was murdered
by a man, not a monster.

All I ask is that
you keep an open mind, Miss Jacom.

And all I ask is that you stop badgering
my father with your superstitious nonsense.

One of your associates?

No. I'm Duncan MacLeod. And I have trouble
believing in monsters myself.

I'm Juliette Jacom.
My father's told me all about you.

Mr. Nicholas Ward, our legal counsel.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
my father must be very upset.

Pity to meet at such an awkward time.

Well, perhaps we've already met...

earlier this evening.

I do not think so. I would have remembered.

Unusual cane.

It used to be. Nowadays,
of course, everyone has one.

Mr. Baines, my father wishes to see you.

Mr. Baines will continue chasing monsters
as long as Mr. Jacom pays him. Won't you, Baines?

You can laugh all you like. Stillwell and Voight both laughed.
Look what happened to them.

And how would you explain it, Mr. Ward?

An animal from the zoo, a maniac...
But the thought of someone living forever...
absurd, don't you think?

The vampire's invisibility may have
something to do with the laws of refraction,
which we do not fully understand.

It may create an hypnotic effect... an illusion.

Illusion or not, it didn't help
William and the others.

It might help you.

I'm already a dead man.

You may be drunk, but you're still alive.

What's this?

Holy water... and a cross. Is that the best
you can do? Is that a scientific fact?

But it works. It's a fact of history.

Where are you going?

You hired me to track down the vampire,
not to sit around and wait for it.

Who's there?

Hello? Baines?

For God's sake, Henry.
I just got this from London.

Nicholas. It's you.
What are you doing here?

I've come to collect.

Well, I don't owe you anything.

Oh, but you do. Your life.

Has it changed much?

Not in over two hundred years.
What did you find out?

Well, the French police are investigating
several murders, but nothing more than usual.

Maybe he stopped killing.

Not Ward. He hides one murder with another.

I thought you said you had guys on the inside.

There is no evidence of
a serial killer in Paris.

There will be.

Killing is what Ward does.

I've got to go.

Oh. Well, my last swim as Helene Piper.
Starting tomorrow, a few things
are going to change around here.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. It's ball-and-chain time.

Your musician friends will have to find
someone else to party with.

Really? What do I get to do instead?

I'll find something for you to do.

Is that a promise?

Stay with me. We'll be bad.

How bad?

Very, very bad.

Not right now.

Later.

Well, after tomorrow, Nick, it's like
the man says: "Till death do us part."

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Mr. MacLeod.

I've been waiting for you.

I hope it wasn't too boring for you.

Paying one's respects to the dead
can be so tiresome.

Exquisite cape. Cashmere?

Thank you. I can give you the name
of my tailor, if you'd like.

Ah, perhaps later. Where were you last night?

I took Juliette home, and then went to get
my beauty sleep. Why do you ask?

Well, there was another Immortal
at the club where Stillwell was killed.

Oh, really? What's that to me?

I only saw him from afar,
but he looked very much like you.

Oh, lucky him. But I'm sure you've heard
that in the dark all cats are grey.

But not all cats have canes like this one.
And now Henry Jacom is dead.

Are you implying that I might be responsible?

If I wanted someone dead, Mr. MacLeod,
why would I play-act as a vampire?

You tell me.

Oh, maybe it was personal.

I know!

It was Jacom's annoying habit of always
serving the '28 Lafite before its time.

Or maybe it was Stillwell's
unfortunate choice in clothes.

Perhaps I can forgive anything but bad taste.

And if they were killed by a vampire,
who would suspect their lawyer?

Oh, very good. But then I'd have to have something
to gain from both their deaths, wouldn't I?

Now, uh, what could that be?

Well, that depends.

What's your involvement with Juliette Jacom?

Really, Mr. MacLeod.
A gentleman never discusses his love life.

But he does discuss his business.
She inherits the company now, does she not?

What if she does? We're just friends.

Then you have nothing to gain...
if that is all you are.

Nicholas?

I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?

Not at all. Mr. MacLeod and I were just...
lamenting this tragedy, my dear.

What did the authorities say?

Just that they have their best men on the case.

Don't you worry, my darling. They'll catch
the maniac who did this. I promise.

If it was a maniac. My condolences.

Mr. MacLeod...

I would like you to be the first to know.
Mr. Ward and I are going to be married.

My father would not have
wanted me to stay alone.

From now on, we'll be making all business
decisions for Belaire together.

That's wonderful. Is it not, Mr. MacLeod?

Congratulations. I wish you both
a long and happy life.

I know this looks awkward.

I also know that a fellow Immortal
would not judge me without proof.

Then I'll have to find some, will I not?

Got you, you cunning bastard.

- Yes?
- Baines? Are you in there?

Coming.

Ah, come in. Come in.

Do you know what that is?

I just hope it's not your breakfast.

It's knowledge — like everything else,
when you know what to look for.

What do you know about
the deaths of Stillwell and Jacom?

You saw the marks on their necks.
They were killed by a vampire.

I asked what you knew, not what you believe.

What do you know of forensics?

Using scientific method to help solve crime.

That's very good.
Soon it will help solve this one.

Sooner than you think. Put this on a slide.

Oh, yes.

Do they match?

Perfectly.

The other three were found on the bodies
of the victims the night of their murders.

Black cashmere? This is from
Nicholas Ward's cape, isn't it?

I've been waiting for an opportunity
to get a sample of my own.

Mr. MacLeod, Nicholas Ward is a vampire.
Now we've proved it. Now I can destroy him.

You leave Nicholas Ward to me.
You do not know what you're dealing with.

I am prepared. Don't worry about me, MacLeod.
You worry about Nicholas Ward.

So be it.

Come in, monsieur.

It is a little late, Mr. MacLeod.

If it weren't urgent, I would not be here.

Very well. But I hope it is not about
this idiotic vampire business again.

I know you do not know me well,

but you must believe that what I'm about to
tell you... your life depends upon it.

My father was a good judge of men,
and if he didn't trust you,
you would not be here now.

How well do you know Nicholas Ward?

Well enough to marry him.

If you have something to say, come out with it.

I believe Nicholas Ward killed your father
and the others. Baines has proof.

Impossible.

He wants control of Belaire.

I will still control Belaire, Mr. MacLeod,
even after Mr. Ward and I marry.

Only as long as you're alive.

Get out!

First Charles Voight,

then Stillwell and your father.
Now you are the only one that
stands between him and Belaire.

How dare you?

Juliette, listen to me...

Nicholas has done wonders
for Belaire Imports. He is a genius.

Actually, I could make a case of
someone else being the killer.

Someone who everyone knows
wants part of Belaire — Mr. MacLeod!

I do not care about Belaire.
I care about your life.

That... really wasn't very nice, Baines.

Hardly sporting, old chap.
I hope you get my point.

Mr. MacLeod, you do turn up in unexpected places.

I was thinking the same about you.
Out getting some fresh air?

Religiously. I've heard
it's so good for one's health.

Even with a vampire on the loose?

Doesn't the thought give you goose bumps?
Do you know I am almost starting
to believe in it myself?

I think this belongs to you.

So it does. Where did you find that?

In the room where they found Baines' body.

Oh, dear... you found me out.

How many have you killed now to get Belaire?

Oh, does it really matter?
Brilliant, wasn't it?

Jacom created the hysteria out of his own
guilt at robbing that church in Transylvania.

I merely made his worst fears come true.

And now the whole city is talking about me...
the vampire! It's been a brilliant performance.

You're insane.

Oh, please. We live for centuries, MacLeod.
We have to find some way to keep ourselves amused.

There are other ways.

Oh. I can tell you don't approve.

You could say that. What about Juliette?

Oh, I know. You're the type that marries for love.
I, on the other hand, marry for money...

lots of it. So... what's it to be,
Mr. MacLeod? Live and let live or...

- Like you said...
- Unusual cane.

Whoa.

It's been fun.

We must do it again.

Another time.

Oh, um, say good-bye to Juliette for me.

Knock, knock.

What did you find out?

Well, the Parisian police think they might
have a serial killer. They can't be sure,

but three men all about the same
age have been murdered.

What do they have in common?

They're all in their early fifties.
And they all went to an exclusive prep school in Switzerland
together called Le Rosey.

Now, the police have looked into the student
records to see if there's any connection,

but there are seventy-six people who were
at Le Rosey then who live in Paris now.

No way they can reach them all in time.

If Ward's running true to form,
we won't have to.

Why is that?

Because Ward earns his money
the old-fashioned way — he marries it.

Hi.

Hi.

I just got into Paris, and I'm in a little bit
of a bind. I was wondering if you could help me.

I can try.

My brother's getting married
to somebody that he shouldn't.

Isn't that his business?

Yeah, well, I just want to talk to him.

What's stopping you?

He's staying with his fiancee and
I don't know her name or where she lives.
Come on, if it was your brother...

My brother married a cow.

What's your brother's name?

Nicholas Ward.

Here it is. He's marrying
Helene Piper tomorrow.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Hi, Duncan.
- Hi.

What's up?

Came to congratulate you
on your upcoming marriage.

How did you know?

I ran into Ward.

Oh. You know Nicky?

Yeah, we go back a ways.
Do you know where I can find him?

Mm... nope.

Probably in some dive looking for
some garage band to take platinum.

- Want a beer or something?
- No. No, thanks.

It's funny he's never mentioned you,

but he can be so damn mysterious.

Well, I haven't seen him
in a few years. Congratulations.

Thanks.

I know it's sudden.
Sometimes you just got to go for it.

You know, he likes to make out
that he's so wild and crazy,

but I've never seen a man
with such a head for business.

What a coincidence.
Where did your father go to school?

Some private place in Switzerland.

Le Rosey?

That's right. Le Rosey.
He and Peter were roommates.

What's Peter's number?

555-4286

- Hello?
- He's not there.

Is something wrong?

Nothing. See you later.

Bye.

Nicky.

Why, thanks, MacLeod.
What is this, an act of friendship?

Let's just say we're not enemies.
Did you see anything?

No. You must have scared him off.

He's too arrogant to be scared.

But he knows you're going to be watching him.

Then he'll have her come to him.

Why don't you just tell her?

Tell her what?

That he's an Immortal who once
pretended to be a vampire and
he's killed her father and her uncle?

Besides, she can't go to the police because
I'm going to cut his head off.

I get your point.

Stay with her.

What about you?

I think my friend has a little
surprise in store for me.

- Monsieur, we'd like a word with you.
- Don't tell me... you're going to
take me downtown.

Monsieur, step into the car, please.
Watch your head.

When did they get here?

Ten minutes ago.

What the hell was that about?

Just a few questions courtesy of Nicholas Ward.

He told the police the serial killer
was outside the apartment and
gave them my description.

All he wanted was me out of the way,
but he didn't know about you, did he?

Smile.

Miss Piper, Mr. Ward. We're ready for you now.

You invited Duncan to be our witness?

MacLeod and I have something to talk about.

Now?

We're getting married, Nicky.

I won't be long.

Hi.

Really, MacLeod...
how's a guy supposed to make a living?

- You're never going to go away, are you?
- Nope.

What's going on here, guys?

I'll be right there.

MacLeod, MacLeod.

Why take the chance?
We could work something out. Make a deal.

No deals. Just you and me... now.

You'd better wait for me at home.
This is going to take longer than I thought.

Oh, give me a break, Nicky.
Whatever it is, it can wait.

It's already waited too long.

What's this about? Duncan?

Everybody brings a little
baggage into a relationship, Helene.

MacLeod and I need to talk about mine.

Thanks.

Come on, MacLeod. This is a joke.

Not to the people you killed.

They're mortals, MacLeod.
Who gives a damn about them?

You know, you'd have thought you'd have developed
a sense of humor after all these years.

How many years have you been doing this?

For longer than you've been alive.
It's been a hell of a show.

It's always the same one.

Hey, why spoil a good act?

When I'm good, I'm really good.

But when I'm bad... I'm great!

Not great enough.

Everyone's a critic.

Let's go.

How'd she take it?

- How do you think? At least she's still alive.
- Yeah.

What did you tell her?

That he had another past.
Another life somewhere else.

That he had responsibilities

that he had to deal with that
were more important than his own happiness.

Sometimes one truth is kinder than another.

You know, it's as if history
is just one big circle.

I wonder if we ever learn from it.

Well... I guess I'll see you around, MacLeod.

Does that mean you're still following me?

It's what we do.

But you know, if you were to invite me for
a drink, I wouldn't be following you, would I?

I only drink with my friends.

Hey, Dawson. Bar opens at five.

Subtitles by Rusakov