Highlander (1992) s04e21 Episode Script

Joe's.
Hey, Jack.
How the hell are you? Man, it's been a long time.
Say that again.
Are you sure there's no mistake? He's dead? No, no, no.
Duncan MacLeod is-- Oh.
Duncan MacLeod was my assignment.
Yeah.
I will, uh, be on the next plane, okay? See you later.
Voila.
Monsieur, are you all right? Yeah, I'm, uh-- I'm fine, thank you.
Thank you.
Terminal report on the Immortal, Duncan MacLeod.
Dawson? Tuesday, 2:00 p.
m.
Dawson! MacLeod! It's you! Somebody's gonna catch hell for this.
Hey, watch it! What are you-- 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 Duncan MacLeod, of the Clan MacLeod.
Yes, I know.
I was expecting someone else.
Not a close friend, I assume.
Dawson was here this morning.
Someone grabbed him outside the barge.
- Why? - I don't know! Maybe they're after me.
Damn him! What's he doing here? Something is going on with the Watchers.
Security is intense.
- That's why I didn't come to the barge.
- You're gonna have to find who's out there for me.
Look-- If I start questioning people, sooner or later, one of them starts questioning me.
You owe him.
Methos, what other Watcher would've kept your secret-- that you, an Immortal, are masquerading as a Watcher named Adam Pierson? - That was his choice.
- Yes, it was.
Okay, I'll find out what I can.
Thanks.
I spent years losing my conscience, only for him to go and find it again.
Damn it.
Who are you, and where the hell are we going? How long are you gonna keep this up? What the-- Shit! Damn it! If you'd let me take this off, I could walk! Okay.
Okay.
Okay, you got me.
I'm helpless, all right? Just let-- How-- Tell me what's going on.
All right, somebody start talkin'! Open up! Open up! Who the hell are you? They're definitely watching your barge.
Phone's probably tapped, as well.
Who is? Methos.
It's not an Immortal.
It's the Watchers.
Dawson was taken by his own people? Why? Where is he? I wasn't able to find out.
You're a Watcher, damn it.
You should be able to find out.
The rumor is that the Watcher Tribunal are putting him on trial for treason.
Excuse me.
Is the estate for sale? I'm sorry.
It was sold some time ago.
That sign should really be taken away.
The man that just left on the bike-- is he the new buyer? No, just someone who wanted to get in touch with the old owners.
That's a coincidence.
So am I.
I'm afraid I can't help you either.
The estate was listed under a holding company.
All the business was done by phone.
Well, if they sold this one, they must've bought another one somewhere else.
Not with me, and not in Paris.
I'd have heard about any sale that big.
Are you in the market for an estate? No.
Thank you very much.
Well, if it isn't Ken and Barbie! Love the decor, fellas.
All right! All right.
Getting a little careless, aren't we? I've seen your faces now.
It won't matter.
Okay.
If you were gonna kill me, you would've done it by now, right? So just tell me what you want.
Give me a clue.
What is it? What is going on? Who are you guys? If it's money you're after, you got the wrong guy! It's a mistake! It's no mistake, Joe.
Jack? Jack, is that you? I wish I could say it's good to see you, Joe.
What the hell is this about? You snatch me off the street, you lock me up-- You're my own people-- Damn it, Jack, you're my friend! That's why I'm here to judge you.
For what? Tell him.
Joseph Dawson, you are charged with betraying your oath, with consorting with an Immortal, and falsifying chronicles.
How do you plead? I don't believe this.
You haul my ass all the way to Paris for-for this? In the last three years, we've lost 80 agents.
In the 50 years before that, we've lost two.
So? So, it's been just three years since you had your first little talk with MacLeod.
Oh, now you wait a-- You should've kept your mouth shut, Joe.
- Now we have to shut it for you.
- Fine.
You want me out? I'm gone.
And you can keep the gold watch! You're not being dismissed for your crimes.
It's gone far beyond that.
An example must be made.
If we decide you are guilty, the penalty is death.
We've got to stop meeting like this.
People will talk.
I thought you said you didn't know where he was being held? I didn't.
I managed a little research, okay? How did you find out? I did some research of my own.
MacLeod, he's in enough trouble as it is.
You shouldn't be here.
And you should? Okay.
Like you say, I owe him one.
Glad to hear it.
Now let's figure a way in.
Hold it.
Your I.
D.
, please.
What's your business here? It's Pierson-- Adam Pierson.
I'm in research.
I'm attached to the Methos project, okay? Check it out.
You're not on the list.
They've shut the library in Paris and moved everything here.
- Come back next week.
-Next week? This is urgent! -Urgent? - If I lose Methos because of this, it'll be on your head.
The assignment's been around for 5,000 years.
Another week won't kill you.
Bloody bureaucrat! Well, well.
What's this? The last meal for the condemned man, huh? You know, I don't know about this sour cream.
You see, I'm, uh-- have to watch my cholesterol.
I suppose I can live dangerously for the last couple of hours, huh? Nah, forget it.
I lost my appetite.
Ooh, this place come like this, or they build it specially for you? MacLeod, get outta here now! Grab some sheets.
We'll tie him up, and we can get outta here.
It's not gonna work, MacLeod.
It won't if you don't get yourself in gear.
There are guards all over.
Come on! Yeah.
Security cameras too.
Was nice of you to come by, though.
Hey, don't mention it.
Duncan MacLeod following you here? Ohh, this is a real mess, Joe.
Yeah-- kidnapping isn't.
We did not kidnap Dawson.
You threw him in a car, threatened his life-- What do you call it? Following our rules.
Joe took the same oath that we all did.
He swore that undernocircumstances-- that is nocircumstances-- was he to reveal our existence to Immortals.
Yet, here you are.
I'm not your enemy.
Your presence here only proves how dangerous it is for Immortals to know we exist! MacLeod is no danger to the Watchers.
I'm not so sure about that.
How many others have you told? Only those I trust.
And do you trust all the ones that they told? You see? That's how it starts, Joe.
And it ends in death! Detroit, New York, Rome-- Those are our brothers and sisters, Joe.
They're dead! All killed by Immortals! You can't try him for crimes he didn't commit.
He's no more responsible for this than you are.
He knew what he was doing when he trashed his oath.
He had no choice.
I found him.
My friend Darius had been murdered, and the only clue I had to his killers was an ancient book I found near his body.
The book led me to Dawson.
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-- a weakness for beautiful things.
I'm sorry.
It's not for sale.
Dawson covered, but he didn't have a chance.
It was that book and the other Watchers that gave the game away.
For as long as your kind's been around, we've been watching.
And no Immortals ever discovered you? 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 Somehow, Darius got it.
It's a-- 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.
So you took it upon yourself to betray our secret-- a secret generations of Watchers have died to protect.
I did what I had to do.
What you had to do, or what you wanted to do? Horton and the others were killing Immortals.
If I hadn't told MacLeod the truth, he would've thought all Watchers were murderers.
The group Horton led were Watchers-- Watchers that were renegades, who wanted to wipe us out of existence.
Darius wasn't the first Immortal they'd hunted and killed.
He wanted to kill every Immortal, good or evil.
Made no difference to him.
He was obsessed.
Darius! Darius! This is happening right under your nose! You're not stupid.
Maybe you're just blind.
Why don't you tell me what I'm supposed to see? How about a softball coach who's running a death squad on the side? You're talking about James.
No, I'm talking about Gunga Din.
Don't you get it? Horton killed Darius.
What Horton did is irrelevant.
The bottom line is that you betrayed us, Joe.
What do you mean? I mean that MacLeod became more important to you than your oath, than your duty.
His fight with Killian was part of the game, and you interfered.
You used us to interfere.
Two Immortals go off together-- one doesn't come back.
We both know what happened.
Mm-mmm.
I'm sorry.
Look, Joe, I would know if he was dead.
Killian crossed the line.
He wanted to get at MacLeod, and he didn't care how many people he killed to do it.
He was totally without conscience.
And if he's not alive, then I want to know where to find Killian.
All right.
I'll see what I can find out.
Joe Dawson? Andrea Henson.
I watch Simon Killian.
I'm, uh, writing my close-up on MacLeod.
He's not dead.
They shot him, but Killian didn't take his head.
He's locked him in one of those old cells at the abandoned air force base.
You didn't know? No, I-- I didn't know.
You're not gonna get involved are you, Joe? Get used to your new home, MacLeod.
No one's used this brig in 40 years, and the only one who knows you're down here thinks you're dead.
So, what's my sentence, Colonel, sir? Fair is fair.
I did 70 years.
You'll do 70 years.
Unless, of course, someone takes my head.
Then you'll be here forever.
My first safe in years.
Amanda? Duncan.
What are you doing here? - Did you miss me? - More than you'll ever know.
How did you find me? I had a little help from a friend.
Hello, Mac.
You've been breaking the rules for years.
Not only did you betray us, you underestimated us.
What's the matter? Nothing to say? Joe broke his oath because there were things that needed to be done.
Your gun, now, or they die.
Hey, you're way out of line here, MacLeod.
Mac, think about what you're doing.
I am.
I'm proving the point.
Are you telling me it would've been better if he had stayed out of it? If he'd let Immortals like Ward and Barnes keep on killing? Huh? How many men could you see die before you did something about it? Hey.
Before you stopped it? You think Barnes would've thanked you? Quentin Barnes.
But that's impossible.
He's dead.
I was.
But as you can see, I'm back.
Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done-- I thought I told you not to follow me.
You found Father Morton? Yeah, but not before Barnes did.
I want his files, Dawson.
It's being printed.
Josh should be on his way with it by now.
It might keep someone else alive.
Yeah, hold on one second.
It's for you, Mac.
Dawson? Yeah.
- What do you got? - He killed Singer last night.
Yeah, tell me something I don't know.
I think we found him.
Go on.
- That old asylum out past Route Three-- - Yeah, I know it.
- I'd like to be able to do more, MacLeod.
- You do what you can.
Barnes? You know where he is? Duncan, if you care about me, you're gonna have to kill Barnes now! Forgive me, my friend.
I have a promise to keep.
If it wasn't for Dawson, I wouldn't have been able to stop Nicholas Ward.
Knock knock.
What'd 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.
Nickie.
Not great enough.
Everyone's a critic.
All right.
All right, MacLeod.
All right.
You see, that rule book-- it looks a lot different out on the street than it does down here.
So you made up your own rules? And now you will suffer the penalty prescribed in our code.
- Which is? - They're gonna blow my brains out tomorrow.
Tradition-- you gotta love it.
You can't do that! Do you think this is easy for me? How many times have you, or any of you, been out there facing what he faces, - feeling what he feels? - This is not about his feelings.
This is about justice! Then if you want justice, let his peers judge him! People who are like him-- People who have been forced to stand by and donothing, w-- watch innocents die, because your rule book says record and do nothing! You are not part of this organization.
You have no right to a voice here.
Then who speaks for Joe Dawson? You don't want a trial.
You don't want justice.
- You just want an excuse to commit murder.
- Now just-- Stop it.
Is this what you want, Joe? Jack, I don't want any of this.
But, yeah, I want a jury.
What do you think? All right.
All right.
You'll have your jury, but only if you're judged with him, MacLeod.
If he's found guilty, you're found guilty.
If he dies, you die.
Mac, please don't do it.
Agreed? Agreed.
"I'm not your enemy.
" "Your presence here only proves how dangerous it is for Immortals to know we exist.
" I'm a little tired of this decor in here.
I think it's time to redecorate.
Here.
Lip-synch them something, will you? Little late for this, isn't it? Better late than never.
So how much do they know? Enough.
I've been doctoring the reports for a while now.
You know, just leaving out what I don't want 'em to know.
Jack was right.
I underestimated 'em.
I was watching you, and they were watching me.
Mac, you gotta distance yourself from me.
I thought you liked me.
Come on, man.
This is your life! I dug this hole for myself.
No, you didn't dig it alone.
If we're getting out of here, we get out together.
Very funny.
Privacy isn't an option here, MacLeod.
Sure you don't wanna reconsider? Hi.
You're assigned to Duncan MacLeod, aren't you? I don't know what you're talking about.
It's okay.
It's all right.
I'm one of you.
See? I just got transferred in from South Africa.
Jacob Galati.
- David Shapiro.
It's funny.
There's an Immortal named Jacob Galati.
I know.
And he just killed you.
Boy, they pulled out all the stops.
Your fan club? Nah, the regional coordinators-- South Africa, Asia-- Wow.
South America, Australia, Europe-- the big shots.
Glad to see we're a hot ticket.
Good morning, Jack.
I trust you slept well.
I slept like hell.
How about you? Like a baby.
It's time.
Joseph Dawson has admitted that he breached our secret, that he told MacLeod who we are and what we do.
That is a matter of record.
But what I am about to show you is evidence of the worst crime that a Watcher can commit.
Falsified reports.
Chronicles that will leave lies in the record.
All this to cover up his own agenda.
You reported that MacLeod killed the Immortal Thorne, because of an ancient grudge between them.
Is that right? But you omitted a rather important detail-- Thorne killed a woman named Lauren Gale, your lover.
She wasn't robbed.
She wasn't raped.
Someone just opened her door and killed her.
No! I didn't even get a look at the bastard's face.
You did what you could.
Yeah, well, that was not enough! Do you know what that feels like? Yes.
Do you? Yes, I do.
Well, then do something for me.
Whatever you need.
You help me find this son of a bitch.
Thorne.
Is this what this is about? Tell me-- is this what you killed Lauren for? For these-these-- thesethings! No! You can't kill him with that, Joe.
Look, I know, but I can sure as hell slow him down until I can.
You won't get close enough to use it.
Let me do this for both of us.
Joe had a damn good reason to hate Thorne, but I had my own reasons.
Thorne was evil, and I'd have fought him sooner or later.
All Joe did was help it happen before more people died.
Not this time.
MacLeod.
Then who the hell's in there? A friend-- something you can't buy or steal.
You're overreacting, MacLeod.
- It's not worth dying for.
- I don't intend to.
I would've fought Thorne anyway.
Dawson didn't change that.
But you admit you interfered? I admit I loved her.
I admit I am a human being.
If you want me to apologize for that, you can all go to hell.
Please, two minutes, please.
All right.
Pierson for the defense.
Perfect.
Who are you? M-My name is Adam Pierson.
I'm a researcher.
We don't need the opinions of researchers.
Maybe not, but I didn't come to give you an opinion.
I came to give you this.
I found that in an Italian library misfiled as a fairy tale.
It's the private journal of a Watcher.
A Methos Watcher.
Watchers don't keep journals.
Well, this one had to.
You see, he found out a great deal about his subject, and the more discovered, the more he came to like him, to-- to admire him.
I know there's a point somewhere here, son.
They became friends.
But because of our rules, he couldn't put that in his report.
Think about it.
The man knew Methos.
But-- Wh-Wh-What stories they must've shared, what-- what histories we might now know if we didn't force men like him and Joe Dawson to hide what they have learnt.
And how many others? How much more knowledge has been lost to us? I say, let friendship thrive.
Let him record all he has learned.
Learn.
Are you through? Yes, sir.
If a true version of history isn't what you're after, think of the good that's come of Dawson bending your rules.
Dead Immortals? Murdered Watchers? If it wasn't for Dawson, Horton would still be killing Immortals now, and everything you stood for would've been destroyed.
If we hadn't worked together, Kalas would've revealed both our secrets to the world.
Joe didn't tell him about the Watchers, yet he found out about it anyway.
And he didn't hesitate to use you any way he could.
He wanted power over me, and you gave it to him.
- Try again! - Why were you following me? I think it's going to be a very long night.
I-I-I'm your Watcher.
My Watcher.
And that's supposed to mean something to me? Immortals.
We know what you are.
We've been observing you for centuries.
I want MacLeod.
He's not here.
Then find him! That's what you Watchers do, isn't it? And tell him he meets me tonight, otherwise we're all on CNN.
One of your people created a database.
Immortals, their Watchers-- everything on computer.
-Kalas had it, and he was ready to use it.
- Hear that, Kalas? That's a fat lady singing.
If that information had gotten out, none of us would've been safe.
Watchers, Immortals-- everything would've been destroyed.
You have me at a disadvantage, MacLeod.
But remember, if you do kill me, you're finished too.
Maybe it's worth it if it rids the world of you.
If I didn't know MacLeod-- we didn't work together-- Kalas would've told the world about all of us.
Oh, no, Joe, you can't chicken-and-egg this thing.
Maybeif you didn't know MacLeod, Kalas wouldn't have found the disk.
The only thing that's clear here is that you trashed your oath.
His oath? His oath? I've spent my entire existence fighting other Immortals, men who hold life cheap.
I live-- No, I survive because I value life.
Yours, and yours, and even his.
If you value Joe Dawson's life less than you value a set of rules, then you become as unprincipled and as evil as the men I fight, because, like them, you lose all your humanity.
Excuse me, Mr.
Shapiro? Maybe we got a shot.
You know him better than I do.
This trial is over.
Another Watcher has been killed.
Who? It was my son, MacLeod.
He was Dawson's replacement-- your new Watcher.
I'm sorry, but I had nothing to do with it.
Jack, you can't blame him for this.
No! Not alone.
I blame you.
The jury will withdraw to consider the verdict.
We don't have to withdraw.
We find them guilty as charged.
Well, how about a smoke? Oh, come on.
You guys are big on tradition.
Every condemned man gets a cigarette.
Come on! Let's go! Sorry, MacLeod.
Come on.
What are you talking about? We're not dead yet.
We will be if we stay here.
Come on! Let's go! You go.
I'm-- I'm staying.
What're you talking about? I knew the deal when I signed on.
I knew the risks if I broke the rules.
Joe, they're gonna put a bullet in your head tomorrow, and you won't be coming back.
I'm guilty, MacLeod.
Of what? I believed in that oath I took.
I lived half my life by it! - Oh, you're as bad as they are.
- I'm a Watcher.
Joe, they're gonna kill you.
They've made up their minds.
It's all right.
I'm not letting you stay here! Please, MacLeod! Joe, is it worth your life? Please.
Come on.
It's your last chance.
Come on.
If you change your mind.
Good-bye, Duncan MacLeod.
And good luck.
Damn him.
Setting himself up like that, waiting to die.
He'll go down without a word.
It sounds like that's the way he wants it.
Well, what do you expect me to do? Stay there and die with him? Well, I wouldn't.
MacLeod, you need a vacation.
I hear New Zealand's very nice this time of year.
Look, you did your best.
I did my best.
If he wants to sit there like a lamb going to the slaughter, let him.
There's nothing else to do.
I'm not going back for him.
No.
It wouldn't be sensible.
Joseph.
You smell that, Jack? The rosemary, nasturtiums.
They're out early this year.
It's gonna be a beautiful summer.
Last request? Yeah.
I'd like to die of old age.
It's not my choice, Joe.
I hope you believe that.
It's a question of principle.
Principle's not gonna give the order to shoot, Jack-- You are.
There is something you can do for me.
Pull the trigger, buddy.
I hate that putz.
Jack? It's time.
You're gonna have to do this.
I can't.
Jack.
Say hello to Shirley and the girls for me.
I don't blame you, buddy.
I wouldn't wanna watch this either.
All right, Charlie.
Move your ass.
I got an appointment to keep.
On your knees.
Not in this lifetime.
Joe? Joe! 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 Yeah! I have no rival No man can be my equal Take me to the future of your world