Highlander: The Series

He is Immortal.

Born in the highlands of Scotland four hundred years ago.

He is not alone.

There are others like him.

Some good,

some evil.

For centuries, he has 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.

Highlander 2x01 The Watchers

I think I've had enough, Mac. Let's go home.

Whatever you say. It's fine for me. I think I can hang here for a bit.

Mac? Mac? Come in, Duncan Macleod. Earth to Macleod.

Sorry.

Hey, come on, man. You've hardly talked about it since Darius died. I know its tearing you up.

I've seen a lot of people die, Richie.

Yes, but you haven't been friends with most of them for three hundred years.

All you do is stare at this. It's-- it's like an obessesion, Mac.

I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

I am Darius. You won't need that.

So, my old friend, how are we today?

You ready for our game? Or are you afraid I'll finally beat you?

What's the matter?

Sometimes being a Catholic priest is easier than other times.

Anything you want to talk about?

Would that I could, my friend. Would that I could.

It's a book on some kind of mythology.

What kind of mythology?

It speaks of, uh...battles, gods... and Immortality.

It's a book of observations of who we are, what we do.

So, it's like a history book.

Whoever wrote it was a historian, yeah.

A secretary to a secret order of men who observed us but did nothing to interfere. That's why we didn't know about them.

Darius! Darius!

He left this for a reason.

Okay, so then fine. What's the reason?

Is it -- is it our zip code in the back cover, here? I mean, and what's this "27NJS"? I don't understand.

Please, let me go.

You greasy bastard.

Please, no.

What?

Let me go.

Leave him alone. Hey, I'm talking to you, conehead!

Maybe you'd like to take his place.

Uh, look, I'm not really one much to give advice,

...but my friend here has had a bad week. You know what I'm saying? Really bad.

It's going to get worse.

Stay out of this one.

Carve up this lousy turkey.

Get up! Get up! Get up! Come on! Come on! Get up! Come on.

I'm going to kill you.

Oh, I don't think so.

Come on. Come on.

Enough. Enough.

Let's go.

All you have is a few numbers and a couple of initials.

How do you know it's our zip code in the States?

Well, what else could it be?

Maybe it's a phone number he didn't finish writing.

- ...Or the beginning of an address. - He would have left more if he could.

Even if you're right, a zip code doesn't narrow it down very much. How are you going to find them?

Well, if I go there, maybe they'll find me.

All right, it goes over there. It's for the exhibition in Lyons.

Revenge. That's all this is about. Is that what Darius would have wanted?

I can't ignore this, Tess.

When are we leaving?

My flight leaves in the morning.

Mine, too. We're either together or we're not.

Oh, I was wondering if you could help me. I have this book --

Sorry. Do we know each other?

Uh, maybe -- maybe I can help. It's all right, I'll take care of this. Go ahead.

I'm an antique dealer.

I came across this book, but I can't tell much about it.

I'm afraid it's not worth much in this condition.

Well, I'm really just curious.

Beautiful illustrations. Probably the work of monks.

Yeah, perhaps. Ever seen it before?

No. I, uh, I might be interested in buying it.

Really? I thought you said it wasn't worth very much.

It's for me. I have a weakness for beautiful things.

I'm sorry. It's not for sale.

I'd give you a fair price.

Eh, thanks anyway.

Look, if you change your mind... I'm Joe Dawson.

Thanks.

Have a nice day.

I'll take two.

What?

Aren't you selling something in the case?

No.

Oh, funny. I could of sworn that you were. My loss, huh?

Yeah, no problem.

No, but you see, there is. See, I promised the little lady some surveillance gear --

-- you know, so that she could keep an eye on the kids.

Stay down.

Stay down, please.

Ohh! Does this come in pink? Who are you? Talk to me!

You'll know soon enough, Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

So you do know me.

We know all about you.

Don't look so surprised. I probably know more about you than you know about yourself.

Do you?

I can tell you the time and place you became Immortal. The name of your first love. But that's not important.

What is important is that you care about mortals, and you don't kill for pleasure.

How about for revenge?

For that, I'd have to be your enemy. And I'm not.

Is that what you said to Darius?

Darius? The great general who became a monk?

I hope the Immortal who killed him rots in Hell.

He was killed by a mortal.

How do you know?

Because he was beheaded on holy ground. No Immortal would ever DARE break that rule.

If you knew so damned much about us, you'd know that!

I want you to start with the blinds and the windows.

How come I've got to do this stuff?

I guess you're just lucky. Go on.

Whoa!

What?

There was a guy here just one second ago.

Now he's gone.

For as long as your kind's been around, we've been watching.

No Immortal has ever discovered you?

Ah, why would they notice another face in the crowd? I mean, even one as extraordinary as mine.

And this?

It's one of our chronicles. That disappeared five hundred years ago.

Somehow Darius got it.

It's, uh, it's part of a record we keep of Immortals.

So you can hunt us?

No, no. We observe. We record. But we never interfere.

And why not?

Well, too much of man's history has been lost.

Once you get through all life's crap, the only thing that matters is the truth.

We want the truth about Immortals to survive, not a bunch of old wives' tales.

Great rap, Dawson. You expect me to believe that you've kept quiet about us for all these years?

Look, if we had revealed your secret in more superstitious times, you can imagine the witch hunts.

I don't have to imagine.

And today...you'd probably end up on page three of one of those supermarket rags, next to the two-headed monkey...

...And I'd be in a straight jacket.

You say you refuse to interfere, but you have.

We would have never hurt Darius. He was one of our great hopes.

And why should I believe you?

You've been around four hundred years. You'd feel it if I were lying to you.

You can always kill me. But between you and me, I hope you don't have to.

That's good. That's good. Just like that. Just like that.

Hey! Be careful with that. These things don't bounce, you know what I'm saying? Thank you.

Right through there. Perfect. Thank you very much.

What is that? Ah, I hate that one! Put that back on the truck!

Richie!

Oh, I'm just kidding, Tessa. Well, we're, uh, just about done unloading.

We'll set up tomorrow. It's too late to start now.

Very good idea. It's exciting, huh? Being home?

Yeah, I suppose.

Tess...what's the problem?

I wish we were coming back for another reason.

Oh, come on, now. It's kind of like you're married to a cop, or even a superhero.

I mean there is quite a bit of stress placed on a relationship like this.

I mean, sure, you could have gone for some normal guy.

You know, like a dentist, you know, who comes home at the same time every night, tells you about Mrs. Goodman's

bridgework and abscesses, makes you floss three times a day -- but only with the unwaxed stuffed.

But something tells me that you were not cut out for that.

Yeah? What was I cut out for?

I don't know. Maybe something more the Mel Gibson type.

He'll be okay. He always is.

Don't turn around.

Kurgan.

Now from 1453 to 1535, he was in Moscow. Then...he went to the Scottish Highlands.

Spent most of the 17th century in Italy.

We had lost him until New York, about eight years ago.

Your kinsman, Connor MacLeod -- he did us all a big favor when he got rid of him.

Here, look at this.

This shot glass...was used by a gunfighter named Okie. He got drunk when he shouldn't have and lost his head.

Iron Horse was a medicine man for three generations.

He was beheaded by a cavalry officer during the massacre of his tribe.

I know.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

The signs are just part of the fun, Caleb. Whatever gods made you and me different.

First, I take your Quickening. And then I take your woman.

Not this time, MacLeod. Your Quickening's mine.

Duncan.

You were there?

One of us was nearby.

All these things are from the northwest. We have many more at other locations.

But you're why I'm here, MacLeod. I've been tracking you for fifteen years.

Should I be flattered?

We know there can be only one. It could be you.

It should have been Darius.

Not his fate.