Highlander (1992–1998): Season 5, Episode 20 - Archangel - full transcript
An archaeologist whose research predicts the imminent release of a thousand-year evil also predicts the champion who can defeat it: Duncan MacLeod.
I can feel him.
That's what we've come for?
That stone chicken?
He knows we're here.
Well, I hope
he's made lunch...
'cause I'm bloody hungry.
You're a fool, Foster!
You make jokes
while the fate of the world
is at stake.
Better a fool
than a lunatic.
The only thing we've got
to be afraid of around here
is that damned Iraqi army.
Hey. Would you get
a look at that?
Ugly, isn't it?
What the hell
is that thing?
You see...
"Ahriman."
If you say so.
It's him, Foster.
It's him.
Are you afraid, Foster?
We should all be afraid.
The thousand years are up.
The demon is coming,
and the dead will rise.
You've got a vivid
imagination, old man.
Come on. Get what you want
and let's get the hell
out of here.
Foster!
Dear God! Foster!
He is Duncan MacLeod,
the Highlander.
Born in 1592,
in the Highlands of Scotland,
and he is still alive.
He is immortal.
For 400 years,
he's been a warrior,
a lover,
a wanderer,
constantly facing
other Immortals
in combat to the death.
The winner
takes his enemy's head...
and with it, his power.
I am a Watcher,
part of a secret society
of men and women...
who observe and record,
but never interfere.
We know the truth
about Immortals.
In the end,
there can be only one.
May it be 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 your world
So, what do you think, Richie?
I don't know, Mac.
I just don't get opera.
Then maybe you should
learn Italian.
It's not just that.
I mean, what's the point?
I mean, I don't see
what it has to do
with life today.
The same as it had to do
a hundred years ago. Things
aren't that different.
It seems to me things
are getting a lot worse.
You watched
any television recently?
Mac, sometimes I think
the whole world has gone crazy.
Art and culture,
they're the same.
Watching some guy
go on and on for hours
about his lost love...
just seems a little
irrelevant to me.
Please!
I-I have to ask you--
Are you Duncan MacLeod?
Yeah, I'm MacLeod.
Oh, thank God!
I've come to warn you--
the time is at hand.
The millennium is upon us!
He is coming!
Um, I'm sure he is,
but it's a little late,
and I think you're
a little confused.
Listen to me,
while there's still time!
You've got to stop him,
MacLeod!
You alone!
God help you.
You're the only one
who can!
Mac, what is it?
Stay there, Richie.
No! You don't know
what you're facing!
You've got to stop!
He's here for you!
You're not ready!
I haven't taught you
how to fight him.
You can't be here.
Who?
James Horton. He's--
He was right there!
Mac, what are you
talking about?
There's no one there,
Mac.
How can you still
be alive?
Answer me, Horton.
I killed you.
How?
The question you have to
ask yourself is--
"Is he real?
"Has Horton really
come back from the dead?
Or have I gone insane?"
How many times do you think
you're going to have to kill me?
Just once.
Mac?
He was here.
Horton was here.
Mac, you killed Horton
three years ago.
Look around.
There's nobody here but us.
I'm gonna check
under the bridge.
Dead. And what for?
Fifty francs and a couple
of pictures of his grandkids.
It's too bad.
The guy was just
a harmless crazy.
- Maybe.
- Oh, come on, Mac.
Give me a break.
"He is coming.
The time is at hand"?
The guy was
out of his mind.
He was also terrified.
And he knew my name.
Horton is dead.
It was dark. We had champagne.
You made a mistake.
No, no. It was Horton,
all right. The old man
was trying to warn me.
You think he was a Watcher?
I checked his wrist.
No tattoos.
So now what?
When was the body removed?
Yesterday, monsieur.
Hmm. This was not done
in my day.
The body was meant
to stay in one place,
as God intended.
Tell me about it.
What about paperwork?
There must have been
an official request to
have the body exhumed.
In France, paperwork is
our national pastime.
The remains are to be shipped
to the United States...
for the burial
sometime today.
From where?
Orly Airport.
- At whose request?
- The brother-in-law
of the deceased.
Joe Dawson?
Yes.
Wait a minute.
Are you sure you've got
the right guy?
Tall, gray hair, beard,
uses a cane.
Nice man,
but he seemed to be
in a great hurry.
I'm sure he was.
If the dead
cannot find peace,
then how can the living?
Thanks for your help.
Oui, monsieur.
Let's get this
over with.
Thank you.
If I'd known,
I would have sent flowers.
My condolences.
Anybody I know, huh?
This is personal business.
It really doesn't
concern you.
Anything to do with Horton
concerns me.
Hey!
Look, my niece--
his daughter--
she moved back
to Chicago.
She wants her father
buried there, so I'm
helping the kid out.
- It's a family thing.
- A family thing, is it?
Then why hide it from me?
I know what he did to you,
and I know how you felt
about him.
Oh, that's very considerate.
What is wrong with you?
The guy was
my brother-in-law.
His daughter wants
his body shipped home.
She's gonna be really
disappointed, isn't she?
What is his problem?
I saw him. I saw Horton.
He's alive.
No, Horton is dead.
You killed him yourself.
Remember? I was there.
Well, he looked
very healthy last night.
This is insane!
Whatever is left of James
Horton is in that box!
Well, then we should really
wish him a bon voyage,
shouldn't we?
Mac, what in God's name
are you doing?
Leave me alone!
Hey!
It can't be!
Take him out of here.
If it wasn't for Joe,
they would've nailed you.
He convinced them
to drop the charges.
I told them you were
a friend of the deceased
and were overcome with emotion.
Yeah, nice touch.
I don't know what's
going on with you, MacLeod.
I just hope it's over.
Not yet.
Hey, Mac,
you saw the guy's body.
I saw somebody's body.
You find someone the right size.
You put him in Horton's clothes.
It doesn't prove Horton is dead.
Yeah, he's down in the park
right now with Elvis
and J.F.K.
They're listening
to Jerry Garcia.
What do you think this is,
some kind of huge conspiracy?
You lied to me
once before, didn't you?
Didn't you?
He's family.
You said you'd do
anything for him.
Good luck.
You're gonna need it.
Listen, if Horton
is alive, where is he?
What's he doing?
Maybe that's
what the old man
was trying to tell me.
A murder victim?
Yes, he was
brought in last night.
I need to know his name.
I'm sorry, monsieur,
but there were no murder
victims last night.
You must be mistaken.
There was.
A man about 60,
white hair,
thinning on top.
Oh, the one who collapsed
by Notre Dame?
Yeah, him.
Jason Landry?
So you saw him.
He was identified
just this morning,
but there was no murder.
Death was due
to natural causes.
No, no, no, no.
I saw the bruises,
the marks.
He was strangled.
Monsieur, I examined
the body myself.
Jason Landry died
of a stroke.
There were no marks
of any kind.
Can I see the body?
I'm afraid not.
It was claimed
by his granddaughter
for cremation.
That's convenient.
Did you say something?
Yes, I did.
I'm sorry.
Look, is there an address?
I want to
pay my respects.
Monsieur?
Mac. Mac?
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Let's get out of here.
Twist my arm.
Thanks.
You still don't understand,
do you, MacLeod?
I am the end of time!
You're history.
Kronos.
Well, Highlander,
did you really think
you could kill me?
You're not real.
I took your head.
You can't be real.
Come.
Look, Mac, it's me!
Did you see him?
See who?
Kronos.
Really?
Mac? Mac,
where are you going?
I'm sorry for your loss,
but if you help me,
maybe we can find out
what really happened.
You're telling me
you think someone killed
my grandfather.
The police thought
it was a stroke.
I know what they said,
but I was there.
He was murdered.
I'm sorry.
Did he ever mention a man
named James Horton?
Did he ever show you
this symbol?
Did he ever describe it to you,
write it down anywhere?
No.
Before he died,
did he say anything?
What kind of thing?
What did he say?
He said the end
of the world was here,
and he said "he" was coming.
What was he talking about?
You won't believe it.
No one would.
You'd be surprised
what I'd believe.
My grandfather
was an archaeologist.
No one in the world
knew more about all those
weird, ancient religions.
Jason Landry. He wrote
The Mythology of Heroes.
Ten years ago.
He really believed everything
that was in that book.
That stuff about good and evil
fighting over the fate
of the world,
and nobody could see it.
I know.
It sounds crazy.
No. No, it doesn't.
Go on.
He traveled to Egypt
and India and Iraq,
searching ancient texts...
for some hint of how to
defeat this great evil...
he thought was coming.
A champion.
"You must stop him.
You alone."
He said that to you?
Yes.
Come with me.
The United Nations' high
commission for refugees...
estimates there will be
an additional eight million
refugees this year.
I keep it on
just for the noise.
I think the news
is more depressing.
This was
my grandfather's journal.
"Menoin."
"Chaldean."
This is Persian.
He believed
the Zoroastrian myths
of ancient Persia...
held the truth
about a cycle of evil...
that comes to the Earth
every thousand years.
Where would your grandfather
have found my name, then?
He found you.
No. No.
Do you have any idea
why my name's in your
grandfather's journal?
This was taken in Iraq
six months ago.
This is my last hole
in the ground, Landry.
You're out of money,
and tonight I'm out of here.
What the hell
is that thing?
It's him, Foster.
The thousand years are up.
The demon is coming,
and the dead will rise.
You've got a vivid
imagination, old man.
Come on. Get what you want.
Let's get the hell out of here.
You're not the first one
to doubt me, Foster.
But it's real.
You believe this?
He did.
My grandfather
was obsessed,
but he wasn't crazy.
And he thought I was the one
that could defeat this thing?
He was afraid
it would kill him
before he found you.
The millennium?
The dead walking?
Ancient rituals?
A battle
between good and evil?
Mac, he must have been
talking about Immortals.
Maybe.
But Horton wasn't immortal,
and it was him on the quay.
It's got to all
mean something.
Yeah, but what?
I mean, some guy
falls dead in my arms.
I-I'm fighting men
that I've already killed,
and I'm up all night
trying to figure out that
I'm some kind of champion...
that's supposed to
defend the world against--
against who knows what.
Maybe this is
all for real.
Oh, don't start.
No, I'm serious.
Look, 400 years ago,
Cassandra said
there was a prophecy...
about you defeating
a great evil, right?
She knew who you were.
She knew what would happen.
Maybe this is all
meant to be.
Maybe you are
the chosen one.
An evil one will come...
to vanquish all before him.
Only a Highland child,
born on the Winter Solstice,
who has seen
both darkness and light,
can stop him.
What if I don't want
to be chosen?
Well, you might not
have a choice.
But I don't believe
in fate or prophecies.
At least, I never did.
Long ago,
well, back in 1625,
I'd been immortal
for only three years.
But I still didn't know
what I was, why I was alive.
I survived two hard winters
with no clan,
no family.
Suddenly I felt it--
a feeling.
More than a feeling.
It had happened once before
when I faced Kanwulf the Viking.
But no one had taught me
about the game.
No one had taught me
about who we were,
what we are.
It took you long enough.
What are you looking at?
Come. By the fire.
It's nay fit out there
for a man nor spirit.
Aye.
Help yourself.
I did not know anyone
lived in these parts.
Aye. It's a good place
for a man to lose himself.
They canna find you
up here.
The ones
who call you demon.
No one calls me demon.
You been with
nay home nor clan
for three years now.
But that's over.
Soon you'll find your--
Who?
The one who will teach you
what you need to know
Who you talkin' about?
Your kinsman.
Connor MacLeod.
Connor MacLeod's a legend.
Oh, so you say,
young Duncan MacLeod...
of the Clan MacLeod.
How do you know
my name?
Oh, I ken your name,
Duncan MacLeod,
and I ken your destiny.
No man knows that.
What we are
is written in the wind...
long before
we walk this world.
The roads we travel...
and where they lead us.
You're a seer.
I have waited
in this place...
for 600 years...
for you.
The bones! The bones
will tell your destiny.
Aye, you're blessed
and you're cursed.
When your time comes,
you must be prepared...
to face an evil
beyond any you can imagine.
And evil is nor
the color black.
'Tis the color of blood.
Every thousand years
he comes,
and he must be fought.
Long ago, I did my part,
but now the responsibility
is yours!
What responsibility?
I have no clan, no people,
no place!
But you have
your destiny!
Raise that blade.
Strike here!
Take my head!
Taste the truth
of what you are!
You're mad.
I have no quarrel with you.
Listen, listen, listen.
My road is ending,
but yours has far to go.
Take my head!
No!
You must kill me, Highlander!
You've practiced
with that sword.
Come back here, you wee scamp.
You're a disgrace to your clan!
Yes.
The hermit took his own head
with my sword.
I had no idea
what was happening.
It was my first Quickening.
The old hermit
told the truth.
Soon after,
I met my teacher,
Connor MacLeod.
But I ignored
the rest of his prophecy.
I have no idea
what I'm up against.
I think it's
what areweup against?
No. According to Landry,
it's coming for me.
Yeah, well,
I'm not going anywhere.
Richie, this is not something
we're going to argue about.
Hey, Mac.
Would you
leave me hanging?
It's my choice.
It's not yours.
We don't even know
what it is.
Yeah, well,
you wanna find out,
I'll be right there
with you.
Thanks, Richie.
It's him.
Are you afraid, Foster?
We should all be afraid.
The thousand years
are up.
The demon is coming.
That wasn't very nice.
Allison.
I always liked that chair.
Allison.
No.
No.
There's no escape.
Let me out.
Let me out!
Most religions
have some version
of the savior myth.
Demons sent to destroy
the Earth, and a champion
comes to protect it.
That is exactly what it says
in the journal.
But millennium theory
is nothing new, Richie.
Every thousand years,
I hear these same stories.
I don't know.
I have never seen a demon.
A Zoroastrian demon.
Then maybe you guys
have another explanation
for what's been going on here.
What's going on is that
Duncan MacLeod's losing it.
Okay, we'll talk
to the granddaughter.
Maybe she can help.
Can you bring
that light over here?
Yeah, I got it.
We need some help
over here.
You live in the area?
No, we just saw the smoke.
What happened?
Arson.
Someone set fire
to the building.
We're looking
for a man...
who was seen
leaving the place...
late last night.
Tall, dark hair,
ponytail.
Nobody we know.
Sorry.
Hmm.
Not a chance, Joe.
Richie, come on.
I know how you feel.
Give me a break.
Mac was not
involved in this.
You know it.
You okay? You all right?
Easy.
All right.
All clear in here.
You got it?
- Who's that?
- She was, uh, Allison Landry.
Thanks.
Right.
Out of the way, please.
Poor, poor Allison.
Had a hard day?
Join me.
Allison,
what are you doing here?
Isn't it obvious?
Hello. MacLeod.
Hello.
It's me, Allison.
I'm dead.
Now you see me,
now you don't.
Guess who.
I'm sorry.
Is that any way
to treat a lady?
Don't you think
I'm pretty?
What do you want from me?
Nice pecs.
Are you going to
kill me again?
Why'd you burn
my apartment?
I didn't.
Don't you remember?
You came over and you wanted
all my grandfather's
books and papers.
I wouldn't give them to you,
so you burned the place down.
It didn't happen.
The police think it did.
It didn't happen.
Go on. Take it.
But afterwards,
you have to
make love to me.
Don't you want to save
the world, MacLeod?
Or maybe you'd just rather
save yourself.
Or maybe...
I'm not real at all!
This never happened?
None of this was real.
But it was.
I'm losing it.
So you agree with Joe?
You think MacLeod's crazy.
I think he's
hallucinating, Richie.
He's seeing people
that he's killed.
Who knows what else
he's doing?
He did not set that fire.
What if he's not seeing
things? What if all this
stuff is for real?
So there are demons
running around,
dead people walking.
You're walking.
How many times
have you been killed?
Richie,
it's not the same thing,
and you know it.
No, no, no.
I don't know it.
Nobody knows the reason
that Immortals exist,
and maybe this is it.
Maybe we're here so one of us
can fight this thing.
Yeah, this has been going on
for thousands of years,
and no one
has ever heard of it--
not Watchers, not Immortals.
- Basically, yeah.
Forget it.
I'll see you guys.
Blind loyalty.
Very common in the young.
Yeah.
I guess that's why
we both feel like rats.
I didn't want this.
I never asked for it.
I'm done with it.
So where are the men
in the white coats?
We think you're in trouble.
Trouble.
You think I'm in trouble.
Mac, you need help.
- You can't do this alone.
- I'm not insane!
I saw them.
Horton, Kronos.
I heard them.
I don't know what they were,
but they were real.
And you think
they were demons.
Yeah--
Joe? Horton?
Son of a bitch.
Come back! Stop!
Please, let us
help you, Mac.
Look, I've been
reading about this,
thinking about it.
Look at the state
of the world.
War, famine, chaos.
There has to be something
to this prophecy.
And--
I don't know.
Look, if this is
all in my mind,
if I am crazy,
then... it's too late.
If not, then there's
nothing you can do.
- Hello.
- Mac, it's me.
I saw him. I saw Horton.
He's got Joe.
- That's impossible.
- No, look, I know what I saw.
I think they headed
into the old racetrack.
Richie, donothing.
Get back here.
Sorry, Mac.
Richie. Look, Richie!
You don't know what
you're facing.
Keep him on the line.
He's got him at
the old racetrack.
Richie? Richie!
Joe?
Richie.
Are you all right?
Richie, it's me.
- I know.
- You.
You? Me? Me, you?
Is that how you see me?
You don't even understand
your place in any of this,
do you?
What's the matter?
- You don't want to hurt
your little buddy?
Some champion.
What the hell are you?
I'm your friend!
I'm not your friend.
I'm the man you can't kill.
Everyone can die,
one way or another.
Joe?
What the hell are you?
I am Set.
I... am Ahriman.
I am everything your people
call demons and devils.
I am anger.
I am the dark!
I bring chaos and fear,
doubt and anarchy.
I existed
before time began,
and I will exist
when time is ended.
For you, all that matters
is that you cannot stop me.
Richie?
Absolutely not.
Take it!
Where do I belong
How can I set it free
Where do I find the words
What do you mean to me
Just what is it I want
What the hell can I do, oh
Why must I lie to myself
How do I get back to you
Who was it put up this wall
Why can't we tear it down
How can I make it better
Why such a lonesome old town
Why in this lonely old town
Hey, oh
And here we are
We're the princes
of the universe
Here we belong
fighting for survival
We've come to be the rulers
of your world
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 your world
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Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
That's what we've come for?
That stone chicken?
He knows we're here.
Well, I hope
he's made lunch...
'cause I'm bloody hungry.
You're a fool, Foster!
You make jokes
while the fate of the world
is at stake.
Better a fool
than a lunatic.
The only thing we've got
to be afraid of around here
is that damned Iraqi army.
Hey. Would you get
a look at that?
Ugly, isn't it?
What the hell
is that thing?
You see...
"Ahriman."
If you say so.
It's him, Foster.
It's him.
Are you afraid, Foster?
We should all be afraid.
The thousand years are up.
The demon is coming,
and the dead will rise.
You've got a vivid
imagination, old man.
Come on. Get what you want
and let's get the hell
out of here.
Foster!
Dear God! Foster!
He is Duncan MacLeod,
the Highlander.
Born in 1592,
in the Highlands of Scotland,
and he is still alive.
He is immortal.
For 400 years,
he's been a warrior,
a lover,
a wanderer,
constantly facing
other Immortals
in combat to the death.
The winner
takes his enemy's head...
and with it, his power.
I am a Watcher,
part of a secret society
of men and women...
who observe and record,
but never interfere.
We know the truth
about Immortals.
In the end,
there can be only one.
May it be 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 your world
So, what do you think, Richie?
I don't know, Mac.
I just don't get opera.
Then maybe you should
learn Italian.
It's not just that.
I mean, what's the point?
I mean, I don't see
what it has to do
with life today.
The same as it had to do
a hundred years ago. Things
aren't that different.
It seems to me things
are getting a lot worse.
You watched
any television recently?
Mac, sometimes I think
the whole world has gone crazy.
Art and culture,
they're the same.
Watching some guy
go on and on for hours
about his lost love...
just seems a little
irrelevant to me.
Please!
I-I have to ask you--
Are you Duncan MacLeod?
Yeah, I'm MacLeod.
Oh, thank God!
I've come to warn you--
the time is at hand.
The millennium is upon us!
He is coming!
Um, I'm sure he is,
but it's a little late,
and I think you're
a little confused.
Listen to me,
while there's still time!
You've got to stop him,
MacLeod!
You alone!
God help you.
You're the only one
who can!
Mac, what is it?
Stay there, Richie.
No! You don't know
what you're facing!
You've got to stop!
He's here for you!
You're not ready!
I haven't taught you
how to fight him.
You can't be here.
Who?
James Horton. He's--
He was right there!
Mac, what are you
talking about?
There's no one there,
Mac.
How can you still
be alive?
Answer me, Horton.
I killed you.
How?
The question you have to
ask yourself is--
"Is he real?
"Has Horton really
come back from the dead?
Or have I gone insane?"
How many times do you think
you're going to have to kill me?
Just once.
Mac?
He was here.
Horton was here.
Mac, you killed Horton
three years ago.
Look around.
There's nobody here but us.
I'm gonna check
under the bridge.
Dead. And what for?
Fifty francs and a couple
of pictures of his grandkids.
It's too bad.
The guy was just
a harmless crazy.
- Maybe.
- Oh, come on, Mac.
Give me a break.
"He is coming.
The time is at hand"?
The guy was
out of his mind.
He was also terrified.
And he knew my name.
Horton is dead.
It was dark. We had champagne.
You made a mistake.
No, no. It was Horton,
all right. The old man
was trying to warn me.
You think he was a Watcher?
I checked his wrist.
No tattoos.
So now what?
When was the body removed?
Yesterday, monsieur.
Hmm. This was not done
in my day.
The body was meant
to stay in one place,
as God intended.
Tell me about it.
What about paperwork?
There must have been
an official request to
have the body exhumed.
In France, paperwork is
our national pastime.
The remains are to be shipped
to the United States...
for the burial
sometime today.
From where?
Orly Airport.
- At whose request?
- The brother-in-law
of the deceased.
Joe Dawson?
Yes.
Wait a minute.
Are you sure you've got
the right guy?
Tall, gray hair, beard,
uses a cane.
Nice man,
but he seemed to be
in a great hurry.
I'm sure he was.
If the dead
cannot find peace,
then how can the living?
Thanks for your help.
Oui, monsieur.
Let's get this
over with.
Thank you.
If I'd known,
I would have sent flowers.
My condolences.
Anybody I know, huh?
This is personal business.
It really doesn't
concern you.
Anything to do with Horton
concerns me.
Hey!
Look, my niece--
his daughter--
she moved back
to Chicago.
She wants her father
buried there, so I'm
helping the kid out.
- It's a family thing.
- A family thing, is it?
Then why hide it from me?
I know what he did to you,
and I know how you felt
about him.
Oh, that's very considerate.
What is wrong with you?
The guy was
my brother-in-law.
His daughter wants
his body shipped home.
She's gonna be really
disappointed, isn't she?
What is his problem?
I saw him. I saw Horton.
He's alive.
No, Horton is dead.
You killed him yourself.
Remember? I was there.
Well, he looked
very healthy last night.
This is insane!
Whatever is left of James
Horton is in that box!
Well, then we should really
wish him a bon voyage,
shouldn't we?
Mac, what in God's name
are you doing?
Leave me alone!
Hey!
It can't be!
Take him out of here.
If it wasn't for Joe,
they would've nailed you.
He convinced them
to drop the charges.
I told them you were
a friend of the deceased
and were overcome with emotion.
Yeah, nice touch.
I don't know what's
going on with you, MacLeod.
I just hope it's over.
Not yet.
Hey, Mac,
you saw the guy's body.
I saw somebody's body.
You find someone the right size.
You put him in Horton's clothes.
It doesn't prove Horton is dead.
Yeah, he's down in the park
right now with Elvis
and J.F.K.
They're listening
to Jerry Garcia.
What do you think this is,
some kind of huge conspiracy?
You lied to me
once before, didn't you?
Didn't you?
He's family.
You said you'd do
anything for him.
Good luck.
You're gonna need it.
Listen, if Horton
is alive, where is he?
What's he doing?
Maybe that's
what the old man
was trying to tell me.
A murder victim?
Yes, he was
brought in last night.
I need to know his name.
I'm sorry, monsieur,
but there were no murder
victims last night.
You must be mistaken.
There was.
A man about 60,
white hair,
thinning on top.
Oh, the one who collapsed
by Notre Dame?
Yeah, him.
Jason Landry?
So you saw him.
He was identified
just this morning,
but there was no murder.
Death was due
to natural causes.
No, no, no, no.
I saw the bruises,
the marks.
He was strangled.
Monsieur, I examined
the body myself.
Jason Landry died
of a stroke.
There were no marks
of any kind.
Can I see the body?
I'm afraid not.
It was claimed
by his granddaughter
for cremation.
That's convenient.
Did you say something?
Yes, I did.
I'm sorry.
Look, is there an address?
I want to
pay my respects.
Monsieur?
Mac. Mac?
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Let's get out of here.
Twist my arm.
Thanks.
You still don't understand,
do you, MacLeod?
I am the end of time!
You're history.
Kronos.
Well, Highlander,
did you really think
you could kill me?
You're not real.
I took your head.
You can't be real.
Come.
Look, Mac, it's me!
Did you see him?
See who?
Kronos.
Really?
Mac? Mac,
where are you going?
I'm sorry for your loss,
but if you help me,
maybe we can find out
what really happened.
You're telling me
you think someone killed
my grandfather.
The police thought
it was a stroke.
I know what they said,
but I was there.
He was murdered.
I'm sorry.
Did he ever mention a man
named James Horton?
Did he ever show you
this symbol?
Did he ever describe it to you,
write it down anywhere?
No.
Before he died,
did he say anything?
What kind of thing?
What did he say?
He said the end
of the world was here,
and he said "he" was coming.
What was he talking about?
You won't believe it.
No one would.
You'd be surprised
what I'd believe.
My grandfather
was an archaeologist.
No one in the world
knew more about all those
weird, ancient religions.
Jason Landry. He wrote
The Mythology of Heroes.
Ten years ago.
He really believed everything
that was in that book.
That stuff about good and evil
fighting over the fate
of the world,
and nobody could see it.
I know.
It sounds crazy.
No. No, it doesn't.
Go on.
He traveled to Egypt
and India and Iraq,
searching ancient texts...
for some hint of how to
defeat this great evil...
he thought was coming.
A champion.
"You must stop him.
You alone."
He said that to you?
Yes.
Come with me.
The United Nations' high
commission for refugees...
estimates there will be
an additional eight million
refugees this year.
I keep it on
just for the noise.
I think the news
is more depressing.
This was
my grandfather's journal.
"Menoin."
"Chaldean."
This is Persian.
He believed
the Zoroastrian myths
of ancient Persia...
held the truth
about a cycle of evil...
that comes to the Earth
every thousand years.
Where would your grandfather
have found my name, then?
He found you.
No. No.
Do you have any idea
why my name's in your
grandfather's journal?
This was taken in Iraq
six months ago.
This is my last hole
in the ground, Landry.
You're out of money,
and tonight I'm out of here.
What the hell
is that thing?
It's him, Foster.
The thousand years are up.
The demon is coming,
and the dead will rise.
You've got a vivid
imagination, old man.
Come on. Get what you want.
Let's get the hell out of here.
You're not the first one
to doubt me, Foster.
But it's real.
You believe this?
He did.
My grandfather
was obsessed,
but he wasn't crazy.
And he thought I was the one
that could defeat this thing?
He was afraid
it would kill him
before he found you.
The millennium?
The dead walking?
Ancient rituals?
A battle
between good and evil?
Mac, he must have been
talking about Immortals.
Maybe.
But Horton wasn't immortal,
and it was him on the quay.
It's got to all
mean something.
Yeah, but what?
I mean, some guy
falls dead in my arms.
I-I'm fighting men
that I've already killed,
and I'm up all night
trying to figure out that
I'm some kind of champion...
that's supposed to
defend the world against--
against who knows what.
Maybe this is
all for real.
Oh, don't start.
No, I'm serious.
Look, 400 years ago,
Cassandra said
there was a prophecy...
about you defeating
a great evil, right?
She knew who you were.
She knew what would happen.
Maybe this is all
meant to be.
Maybe you are
the chosen one.
An evil one will come...
to vanquish all before him.
Only a Highland child,
born on the Winter Solstice,
who has seen
both darkness and light,
can stop him.
What if I don't want
to be chosen?
Well, you might not
have a choice.
But I don't believe
in fate or prophecies.
At least, I never did.
Long ago,
well, back in 1625,
I'd been immortal
for only three years.
But I still didn't know
what I was, why I was alive.
I survived two hard winters
with no clan,
no family.
Suddenly I felt it--
a feeling.
More than a feeling.
It had happened once before
when I faced Kanwulf the Viking.
But no one had taught me
about the game.
No one had taught me
about who we were,
what we are.
It took you long enough.
What are you looking at?
Come. By the fire.
It's nay fit out there
for a man nor spirit.
Aye.
Help yourself.
I did not know anyone
lived in these parts.
Aye. It's a good place
for a man to lose himself.
They canna find you
up here.
The ones
who call you demon.
No one calls me demon.
You been with
nay home nor clan
for three years now.
But that's over.
Soon you'll find your--
Who?
The one who will teach you
what you need to know
Who you talkin' about?
Your kinsman.
Connor MacLeod.
Connor MacLeod's a legend.
Oh, so you say,
young Duncan MacLeod...
of the Clan MacLeod.
How do you know
my name?
Oh, I ken your name,
Duncan MacLeod,
and I ken your destiny.
No man knows that.
What we are
is written in the wind...
long before
we walk this world.
The roads we travel...
and where they lead us.
You're a seer.
I have waited
in this place...
for 600 years...
for you.
The bones! The bones
will tell your destiny.
Aye, you're blessed
and you're cursed.
When your time comes,
you must be prepared...
to face an evil
beyond any you can imagine.
And evil is nor
the color black.
'Tis the color of blood.
Every thousand years
he comes,
and he must be fought.
Long ago, I did my part,
but now the responsibility
is yours!
What responsibility?
I have no clan, no people,
no place!
But you have
your destiny!
Raise that blade.
Strike here!
Take my head!
Taste the truth
of what you are!
You're mad.
I have no quarrel with you.
Listen, listen, listen.
My road is ending,
but yours has far to go.
Take my head!
No!
You must kill me, Highlander!
You've practiced
with that sword.
Come back here, you wee scamp.
You're a disgrace to your clan!
Yes.
The hermit took his own head
with my sword.
I had no idea
what was happening.
It was my first Quickening.
The old hermit
told the truth.
Soon after,
I met my teacher,
Connor MacLeod.
But I ignored
the rest of his prophecy.
I have no idea
what I'm up against.
I think it's
what areweup against?
No. According to Landry,
it's coming for me.
Yeah, well,
I'm not going anywhere.
Richie, this is not something
we're going to argue about.
Hey, Mac.
Would you
leave me hanging?
It's my choice.
It's not yours.
We don't even know
what it is.
Yeah, well,
you wanna find out,
I'll be right there
with you.
Thanks, Richie.
It's him.
Are you afraid, Foster?
We should all be afraid.
The thousand years
are up.
The demon is coming.
That wasn't very nice.
Allison.
I always liked that chair.
Allison.
No.
No.
There's no escape.
Let me out.
Let me out!
Most religions
have some version
of the savior myth.
Demons sent to destroy
the Earth, and a champion
comes to protect it.
That is exactly what it says
in the journal.
But millennium theory
is nothing new, Richie.
Every thousand years,
I hear these same stories.
I don't know.
I have never seen a demon.
A Zoroastrian demon.
Then maybe you guys
have another explanation
for what's been going on here.
What's going on is that
Duncan MacLeod's losing it.
Okay, we'll talk
to the granddaughter.
Maybe she can help.
Can you bring
that light over here?
Yeah, I got it.
We need some help
over here.
You live in the area?
No, we just saw the smoke.
What happened?
Arson.
Someone set fire
to the building.
We're looking
for a man...
who was seen
leaving the place...
late last night.
Tall, dark hair,
ponytail.
Nobody we know.
Sorry.
Hmm.
Not a chance, Joe.
Richie, come on.
I know how you feel.
Give me a break.
Mac was not
involved in this.
You know it.
You okay? You all right?
Easy.
All right.
All clear in here.
You got it?
- Who's that?
- She was, uh, Allison Landry.
Thanks.
Right.
Out of the way, please.
Poor, poor Allison.
Had a hard day?
Join me.
Allison,
what are you doing here?
Isn't it obvious?
Hello. MacLeod.
Hello.
It's me, Allison.
I'm dead.
Now you see me,
now you don't.
Guess who.
I'm sorry.
Is that any way
to treat a lady?
Don't you think
I'm pretty?
What do you want from me?
Nice pecs.
Are you going to
kill me again?
Why'd you burn
my apartment?
I didn't.
Don't you remember?
You came over and you wanted
all my grandfather's
books and papers.
I wouldn't give them to you,
so you burned the place down.
It didn't happen.
The police think it did.
It didn't happen.
Go on. Take it.
But afterwards,
you have to
make love to me.
Don't you want to save
the world, MacLeod?
Or maybe you'd just rather
save yourself.
Or maybe...
I'm not real at all!
This never happened?
None of this was real.
But it was.
I'm losing it.
So you agree with Joe?
You think MacLeod's crazy.
I think he's
hallucinating, Richie.
He's seeing people
that he's killed.
Who knows what else
he's doing?
He did not set that fire.
What if he's not seeing
things? What if all this
stuff is for real?
So there are demons
running around,
dead people walking.
You're walking.
How many times
have you been killed?
Richie,
it's not the same thing,
and you know it.
No, no, no.
I don't know it.
Nobody knows the reason
that Immortals exist,
and maybe this is it.
Maybe we're here so one of us
can fight this thing.
Yeah, this has been going on
for thousands of years,
and no one
has ever heard of it--
not Watchers, not Immortals.
- Basically, yeah.
Forget it.
I'll see you guys.
Blind loyalty.
Very common in the young.
Yeah.
I guess that's why
we both feel like rats.
I didn't want this.
I never asked for it.
I'm done with it.
So where are the men
in the white coats?
We think you're in trouble.
Trouble.
You think I'm in trouble.
Mac, you need help.
- You can't do this alone.
- I'm not insane!
I saw them.
Horton, Kronos.
I heard them.
I don't know what they were,
but they were real.
And you think
they were demons.
Yeah--
Joe? Horton?
Son of a bitch.
Come back! Stop!
Please, let us
help you, Mac.
Look, I've been
reading about this,
thinking about it.
Look at the state
of the world.
War, famine, chaos.
There has to be something
to this prophecy.
And--
I don't know.
Look, if this is
all in my mind,
if I am crazy,
then... it's too late.
If not, then there's
nothing you can do.
- Hello.
- Mac, it's me.
I saw him. I saw Horton.
He's got Joe.
- That's impossible.
- No, look, I know what I saw.
I think they headed
into the old racetrack.
Richie, donothing.
Get back here.
Sorry, Mac.
Richie. Look, Richie!
You don't know what
you're facing.
Keep him on the line.
He's got him at
the old racetrack.
Richie? Richie!
Joe?
Richie.
Are you all right?
Richie, it's me.
- I know.
- You.
You? Me? Me, you?
Is that how you see me?
You don't even understand
your place in any of this,
do you?
What's the matter?
- You don't want to hurt
your little buddy?
Some champion.
What the hell are you?
I'm your friend!
I'm not your friend.
I'm the man you can't kill.
Everyone can die,
one way or another.
Joe?
What the hell are you?
I am Set.
I... am Ahriman.
I am everything your people
call demons and devils.
I am anger.
I am the dark!
I bring chaos and fear,
doubt and anarchy.
I existed
before time began,
and I will exist
when time is ended.
For you, all that matters
is that you cannot stop me.
Richie?
Absolutely not.
Take it!
Where do I belong
How can I set it free
Where do I find the words
What do you mean to me
Just what is it I want
What the hell can I do, oh
Why must I lie to myself
How do I get back to you
Who was it put up this wall
Why can't we tear it down
How can I make it better
Why such a lonesome old town
Why in this lonely old town
Hey, oh
And here we are
We're the princes
of the universe
Here we belong
fighting for survival
We've come to be the rulers
of your world
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 your world
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