Highlander (1992) s05e03 Episode Script
Manhunt
- What are you doing here? - What? - What are youdoinghere? - I just needed a place to-- No, no, no.
What are you doinghere? I just needed a place to work out.
You wanted a place to work out? Yeah, I just needed a place to work out.
What's the matter with you? If you want to work something out, work this out.
What the hell are you doing? You're a smart boy.
Figure it out yourself.
Nearly.
You were so close.
Up.
Up.
Richie, didn't I ever tell you not to let go of your sword? You know what can happen, don't you? This.
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 I, uh, just got back to town.
I heard.
You know, Paris turned out okay.
We're making some changes.
I really think that the Watchers are gonna make it into the 21st century.
Dawson, you shouldn't be here.
Look, there's something we need to talk about.
- No, we don't have to talk about anything.
- I think we do.
Dawson, would you please just turn around and go? I'm an Immortal.
You're a Watcher.
We can't cross that line.
How many times do we have to be taught that? What the hell am I supposed to do? I hear stuff, and I can't ignore it.
It's Richie.
He came to see me after you left.
He was gonna do it, Joe.
He was gonna take my head.
You know he couldn't help it.
If you weren't there, I'd be dead.
But that wasn't Duncan MacLeod.
Then who the hell was it? Where is he now? He's on a tramp steamer.
He's halfway to Europe.
Look, Richie, you oughta think about spending some time on holy ground, sort all this out.
Sort it out.
Oh, man.
The guy I trusted more than anyone else in the world tried to kill me.
Richie-- No, Joe.
The reason doesn't matter.
It was him.
It was Duncan MacLeod.
You know, it's funny.
All this time I'm thinkin', this, uh, this whole "there can be only one" thing, um-- I'm thinkin' that's just talk.
I'm thinkin' there's no way MacLeod would ever actually come for me.
I didn't believe it.
I couldn't believe it.
Now-- Now I do.
After you left, he wasn't the same.
Nobody was.
He's been walkin' the edge, MacLeod.
Traveling, picking fights, trying to make a name.
One of my guys saw him yesterday on the road, headin' back to town.
That's nice.
He's gonna get himself killed.
You gotta talk to him.
That's none of your business.
No, it's yours! Okay, fine.
You don't owe anybody anything-- not me, not Richie.
We can just go to hell.
He's in that rooming house down at South and Pine.
Do whatever you want about it.
Whatever, happened, Mac-- we can work it out.
Sorry, wrong number.
Just tell me why.
The teacher kills the pupil? Is that what this is all about? Is it because there can be only one? Is that it? There's a lot of reasons.
You looking for me? Okay.
Here I am.
Look, I came here to tell you I'm still your friend.
I've heard that one before.
Richie, put that away.
I'm not gonna fight you.
Yeah, right.
I tried looking for you.
I tried calling you from Paris, but I couldn't find you anywhere.
I wasn't around.
I had some things to take care of.
Yeah, I heard.
You know, I used to stay up at night wondering, thinking that there must be some special thing I'm supposed to do with my life because I'm immortal.
And I had this illusion that because you were my teacher, that you would show me what it was.
And you did.
I got it now.
There can be only one.
Thanks, teach.
This is your answer? That's the way it is, isn't it? Get them before they get you.
I've been practicing.
Next time you pull a sword on me, it won't be so easy.
Richie, I'd like to take back what happened, but I can't.
But what you're doing is wrong.
You know that, don't you? Thanks for the tip.
How's it goin'? I wanna buy my bike back.
Twenty-four hundred.
I'll tell you what.
There's the 1,800 you gave me.
Just give me the keys.
Listen, this is not a pawn shop, kid.
The price is 24.
Eighteen hundred will get you that Yamaha with the busted transmission.
Three hundred more, I'll have it runnin' for you.
Maybe-- Maybe you didn't hear me.
I said-- What the hell are you doin'? I said I want to buy my bike back.
And I am sick and tired of being called a kid.
- You're not gonna do that.
- You don't think so? Get out of here, you crazy son of a bitch! Come on, Benny.
Why do you even bother? Couldn't possibly be for the beer.
You might as well give it away.
Maybe the critic wants to try me.
For this? No, thanks.
You don't like it? Go someplace else.
All right, then.
Let's go, beautiful.
Barkeep? Scotch rocks, double.
- That's Delila to you, bud.
- Delila.
Well, in that case, I'll have a beer and a haircut.
You're gonna need more than a haircut.
- How 'bout a sense of humor? - How 'bout you shut your mouth before I do it for you? Well, I'm scared.
Aren't you scared? Petrified.
Do I know you, or do you just go around looking for trouble? Uh, the name is Richie Ryan, and I'm lookin' for you, pal.
The only head I came in here for is on a glass of beer, but if you wanna take it outside-- Oh, I wanna take it outside.
Let's go.
After you.
Is it worth losing your head over a bad joke? - We don't have to do this.
- Yes, we do.
I'm looking for a friend.
His name's Carter Wellan.
Young kid, long, blond hair.
- Lots of attitude.
- Big mouth? Attitude.
Yeah, he was here until some guy picked a fight with him.
What guy? Someone withmoreattitude.
Carter! You're a dead man! You hear me? Dead! What are you doing here? It's important.
Richie's in a lot more trouble than I thought.
I've seen Richie.
He can take care of himself.
Yeah? With what? With this? - Who is it? - Haresh Clay.
A very nice effort, young Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
Personally, I would never use the Thracian lunge on terrain such as this.
It was only meant for an uphill strike.
- It was meant for whenever it works.
- It doesn't on level ground.
Now, does it? I slipped.
Precisely my point.
How would you know what it was meant for? You invented it.
It was really Juan Ramirez who perfected it.
You knew Juan Sanchez Villa Lopez Ramirez? Mm-hmm.
Connor's teacher? Oh, they say there was nothing he could not do with a sword.
Or with a lady.
He was one of my better students.
You were his teacher? No wonder I'm losing here.
I'm good, my friend, but trust me, there are better than me out there-- as the Kurgan was better than Ramirez.
Great.
Knowing my luck, I'll probably run into them.
Cheer up.
The sword's not what you live for.
- It's what keeps you alive for the good stuff.
- Which is? There are worlds out there for you to discover, Duncan.
Music, art, philosophy.
What good is philosophy in a fight? We fight to stay alive.
Don't forget to live.
Imagine what you can see in a thousand years.
Imagine what you can do.
It's all there for us, Duncan, 'cause we are blessed, blessed beyond reason wit eternal life.
And every year brings something new.
A new vintage, a new fighting move, a new pattern of flowers on an Italian hillside.
Open your eyes, you'll see it.
Cherish it.
When the duke challenges you to a game of darts, your job is to lose, young squire.
The duke was half blind.
Ah, yes, but he is still the duke.
I know.
Is it Ashe? Perhaps.
Haresh Clay.
We have to get out of here.
Find some holy ground.
Why? Now! I dinna see anyone.
That's whers me.
Graham Ashe? I am Graham Ashe.
We were destined to meet one day.
The best day is always the one you're in.
Go.
Get to the churchyard and stay there, and don't come out! But I can't-- Go! Spare me.
What did you say? Please spare me.
In the name of all that's holy, please, I beg you.
You would beg for your life? I don't want to die.
Please spare me.
Anything I have to give, I swear it.
Just let me walk away.
I beg you to let me live.
So you still want me to stay out of this? Look, I'm just trying to help my friend.
Richie's not your friend.
This is who you are, Joe.
I know who I am.
I've been a Watcher for more than 25 years.
That's as much a part of me as-- as your Clan MacLeod is to you.
Then for once, keep your vow.
Don't interfere.
What about Richie? Whatever I do for Richie is my business.
We're through, Joe.
Do me a favor, Joe.
Leave.
You know the way out.
Richie! Joe.
Hey.
How's it goin'? Good.
You got a minute? Well, sure, sure, sure.
It's good to see you.
You, uh-- You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
I've been meaning to get in touch.
I've been so busy.
Yeah, so I heard.
I guess you would.
Let me buy you a drink, sir.
Sure.
Ichiban.
Why don't you go ahead and make it a double? Can do.
Chin-chin.
Cheers.
No, thanks.
Hope you're not drivin'.
No, I'm not.
I lost my sword.
You broke it? You guys know too much.
So I've been told.
Joe, that's actually why I came.
I, uh-- I need a couple of grand for a new blade.
I need to borrow some money.
Sorry, Richie.
I can't do it.
Come on, Joe.
How long you known me? I'm good for it.
No, it's not the money.
Then what are you saying? You don't trust me? I'm saying I can't do it.
But, Joe, this is me.
It's Richie.
Yup.
And I'm a Watcher.
And I swore an oath not to get involved.
You saved my life.
You shot MacLeod.
That's not getting involved? It was a mistake.
Saving my life was a mistake? I didn't mean it that way.
It's just that's what happened.
I pulled the trigger.
It was a gut reaction.
Richie.
As a friend, I wish I could help you.
As a Watcher, I can't.
That's convenient, Joe.
That's really convenient! To hell with you.
I knew you'd show up sooner or later.
A man needs a fine blade.
I'm not armed.
Ah! Well, there you have it.
Like most of life's lessons, the tendency is to learn them too late.
Come on, man.
Where's the honor in this? Oh, I didn't come for your honor, boy.
I came for your head.
Why me? Revenge is the best reason.
I don't even know you.
You didn't know Carter Wellan when you killed him, did you? Oh.
You must mean leather boy.
You got me.
Hey, Dave.
How you doin'? Thanks for posting my bail.
You're welcome.
I'll pay you back.
Yeah, I'm sure you will.
So, all right, uh-- I guess I'll see you.
Richie, can we go for a drive? I don't think so.
- Just ten minutes.
- No, Mac.
I got a lot of stuff to do, okay? There are some things you need to know-- If the bail comes with a lecture, I'd just as soon wait it out in a cell.
The guy that's after you, Haresh Clay-- What about him? I met him once before.
Then how come you're both still alive? So your friend was good.
Graham Ashe was a master.
I'd never seen anybody like him before.
I thought he was the best.
I thought he'd live forever, until Clay came and took his head.
Must have been hard to watch.
Hard? It was impossible.
And you never went after him? No.
Why not? Richie, that doesn't matter.
What matters is he'll kill you.
Maybe Graham Ashe wasn't as good as you thought he was.
He was.
Richie, you can't win.
Everyone's entitled to his own opinion.
Look, this fight is mine.
Mac, forget it.
The days of you protecting me are long gone.
This isn't about me protecting you.
I have to finish this.
Then you better find him before I do.
Look, if you face him first, you'll be needing one of these.
It belonged to Graham Ashe.
I can take care of myself.
Yeah, I know you can.
Just take it.
Please.
Thanks.
So, um, I guess I owe you one.
No.
I owe you one.
Hey.
Remember me? My heart soars.
I'm lookin' for someone.
Whoopee.
Call a hot line.
His name's Haresh Clay.
Tall black guy.
Shaved head.
You seen him? Baby, you've come to the wrong place.
I haven't seen anybody.
Listen, he'd be looking for me.
My name's Richie Ryan.
Richie Ryan? Mm-hmm.
Get your hands off me.
Like I said, I didn't see anybody, and I don't remember anybody.
Excuse me.
Get you somethin'? Yeah.
Anytime.
It's just kind of a talent I have.
You got any more? You just never know.
You can pass on the beer.
I got a question I wanna ask you.
Shoot.
You know that fellow that that young punk was just asking you about? I was just opening up.
Now, you look like a man could use a drink.
- We both know why I'm here.
- Yeah.
Richie's hunting Clay, and there's nothing you can do about it.
He's gonna die.
No, he might live.
Hell of a thing-- weighing ethics and honor against a friend's life.
Where's Clay? MacLeod.
Clay's address.
Bartender gave it to me.
Sort of a professional courtesy.
Thanks.
Mac.
You're out of the Watchers? Maybe it's too late.
Maybe it's about time.
It's like Mrs.
Wishnoff used to say in my old neighborhood.
Yeah.
"With one ass, a man can't dance at two weddings.
" You know, you were right.
I couldn't be both your Watcher and your friend.
I'm sorry.
For what? Makin' me choose? Look, when I joined the Watchers, I thought it was the most important thing in my life.
Learning about the Immortals, keeping the chronicles-- I thought it was work that had to be done.
Well, somebody else can do it now.
- I have to go.
- I know.
See ya.
What are you doing here? What areyoudoing here? How did you find this place? Does that matter? It does if you're after Clay.
What'd you expect me to do? Stand aside and say, "Go ahead, take him"? That's what you're asking me to do.
You'll lose.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
One thing you've taught me is that I could die anytime.
There's nothing I can do to change that.
I got myself into this mess, and I'm not running from it.
Whatever happens happens.
That's all I can do.
That's all any of us can ever do.
More of you with, uh, swords.
Uh so what are you guys anyway? Like, Shriners or something? Shriners, yeah.
Shriners, yeah.
So how come you're not at the funeral with the other guy? What cemetery was that again? I can't remember.
Can you help us out? Uh, St.
John's on the Sea? St.
John's on the Sea! Thank you very much.
That's it! Richie.
Wait.
I thought this wasn't about you protecting me.
Do you want to know what this is about? What? This is about you seeing me for who I am.
I'm not your father, and I'm not your guardian angel.
Richie, listen.
It's not about you.
You want to fight Clay? You get in line.
I just might.
Duncan MacLeod.
I heard you were around here.
You've come a way since we last met.
We have unfinished business.
My fight is with your friend.
You had no quarrel with Carter Wellan.
You had no quarrel with Graham Ashe.
Are you condoning what he did? We fight to the death.
That's what we do.
Do you know what it's like to have a friend for 900 years, MacLeod? I've known him longer than you've been alive.
He was my squire and my companion on 100 campaigns in five continents.
Now he is gone because of you.
All right.
You wanna fight? Let's go.
Carter, no Carter.
Let's go.
When you are ready.
Richie.
There's something I haven't told you.
He shamed me.
After I watched Graham Ashe beg for his life Clay taunted me, and I did nothing.
Nothing.
Scared, are you? I have something for you.
Ashe's sword.
A remembrance.
It's holy ground! Don't worry, boy.
I didn't come for you.
Unless you'd like to step off holy ground.
The coward who runs for sanctuary is not worth my time or effort.
MacLeod! We'll be at the inn in Fallsbrook tonight if your knees ever stop shaking! I'm not telling you to do this for me.
I'm asking you.
Okay.
Okay.
Thank you.
This is holy ground.
You'll be safe here.
If he takes me, he'll take you too.
Then don't let him.
You can walk away, if it ends here.
It's what we do.
Mac said you left the Watchers.
I didn't believe him.
Check it out.
Ooh, boy.
Ah, don't touch it.
Don't touch it.
Hurts? The wrist is not so bad.
But the rest-- Well, I lost a lot of good friends.
Well, Joe, I can't really say I'm sorry.
I know the Watchers was your life, but dark glasses, guys in black coats, secret meetings.
I don't know.
It just didn't seem like your style.
Yeah, well, it was never meant to be like that.
Then make it right.
Can you get back in? What? Can you get back in the Watchers? Maybe.
Probably.
Why? For thousands of years, Immortals have fought, and Watchers have observed.
One day there'll only be one of us left, and someday maybe none at all.
Somebody has to record that we've lived.
Somebody has to record the history we've seen, the lessons we've learned.
I know what I said, but our lives, our story has to be recorded, not by some petty clerk, but by someone who feels, someone who does, someone who has honor.
Like you.
What about our friendship? We'll work it out.
See you around.
See you, Mac.
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
What are you doinghere? I just needed a place to work out.
You wanted a place to work out? Yeah, I just needed a place to work out.
What's the matter with you? If you want to work something out, work this out.
What the hell are you doing? You're a smart boy.
Figure it out yourself.
Nearly.
You were so close.
Up.
Up.
Richie, didn't I ever tell you not to let go of your sword? You know what can happen, don't you? This.
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 I, uh, just got back to town.
I heard.
You know, Paris turned out okay.
We're making some changes.
I really think that the Watchers are gonna make it into the 21st century.
Dawson, you shouldn't be here.
Look, there's something we need to talk about.
- No, we don't have to talk about anything.
- I think we do.
Dawson, would you please just turn around and go? I'm an Immortal.
You're a Watcher.
We can't cross that line.
How many times do we have to be taught that? What the hell am I supposed to do? I hear stuff, and I can't ignore it.
It's Richie.
He came to see me after you left.
He was gonna do it, Joe.
He was gonna take my head.
You know he couldn't help it.
If you weren't there, I'd be dead.
But that wasn't Duncan MacLeod.
Then who the hell was it? Where is he now? He's on a tramp steamer.
He's halfway to Europe.
Look, Richie, you oughta think about spending some time on holy ground, sort all this out.
Sort it out.
Oh, man.
The guy I trusted more than anyone else in the world tried to kill me.
Richie-- No, Joe.
The reason doesn't matter.
It was him.
It was Duncan MacLeod.
You know, it's funny.
All this time I'm thinkin', this, uh, this whole "there can be only one" thing, um-- I'm thinkin' that's just talk.
I'm thinkin' there's no way MacLeod would ever actually come for me.
I didn't believe it.
I couldn't believe it.
Now-- Now I do.
After you left, he wasn't the same.
Nobody was.
He's been walkin' the edge, MacLeod.
Traveling, picking fights, trying to make a name.
One of my guys saw him yesterday on the road, headin' back to town.
That's nice.
He's gonna get himself killed.
You gotta talk to him.
That's none of your business.
No, it's yours! Okay, fine.
You don't owe anybody anything-- not me, not Richie.
We can just go to hell.
He's in that rooming house down at South and Pine.
Do whatever you want about it.
Whatever, happened, Mac-- we can work it out.
Sorry, wrong number.
Just tell me why.
The teacher kills the pupil? Is that what this is all about? Is it because there can be only one? Is that it? There's a lot of reasons.
You looking for me? Okay.
Here I am.
Look, I came here to tell you I'm still your friend.
I've heard that one before.
Richie, put that away.
I'm not gonna fight you.
Yeah, right.
I tried looking for you.
I tried calling you from Paris, but I couldn't find you anywhere.
I wasn't around.
I had some things to take care of.
Yeah, I heard.
You know, I used to stay up at night wondering, thinking that there must be some special thing I'm supposed to do with my life because I'm immortal.
And I had this illusion that because you were my teacher, that you would show me what it was.
And you did.
I got it now.
There can be only one.
Thanks, teach.
This is your answer? That's the way it is, isn't it? Get them before they get you.
I've been practicing.
Next time you pull a sword on me, it won't be so easy.
Richie, I'd like to take back what happened, but I can't.
But what you're doing is wrong.
You know that, don't you? Thanks for the tip.
How's it goin'? I wanna buy my bike back.
Twenty-four hundred.
I'll tell you what.
There's the 1,800 you gave me.
Just give me the keys.
Listen, this is not a pawn shop, kid.
The price is 24.
Eighteen hundred will get you that Yamaha with the busted transmission.
Three hundred more, I'll have it runnin' for you.
Maybe-- Maybe you didn't hear me.
I said-- What the hell are you doin'? I said I want to buy my bike back.
And I am sick and tired of being called a kid.
- You're not gonna do that.
- You don't think so? Get out of here, you crazy son of a bitch! Come on, Benny.
Why do you even bother? Couldn't possibly be for the beer.
You might as well give it away.
Maybe the critic wants to try me.
For this? No, thanks.
You don't like it? Go someplace else.
All right, then.
Let's go, beautiful.
Barkeep? Scotch rocks, double.
- That's Delila to you, bud.
- Delila.
Well, in that case, I'll have a beer and a haircut.
You're gonna need more than a haircut.
- How 'bout a sense of humor? - How 'bout you shut your mouth before I do it for you? Well, I'm scared.
Aren't you scared? Petrified.
Do I know you, or do you just go around looking for trouble? Uh, the name is Richie Ryan, and I'm lookin' for you, pal.
The only head I came in here for is on a glass of beer, but if you wanna take it outside-- Oh, I wanna take it outside.
Let's go.
After you.
Is it worth losing your head over a bad joke? - We don't have to do this.
- Yes, we do.
I'm looking for a friend.
His name's Carter Wellan.
Young kid, long, blond hair.
- Lots of attitude.
- Big mouth? Attitude.
Yeah, he was here until some guy picked a fight with him.
What guy? Someone withmoreattitude.
Carter! You're a dead man! You hear me? Dead! What are you doing here? It's important.
Richie's in a lot more trouble than I thought.
I've seen Richie.
He can take care of himself.
Yeah? With what? With this? - Who is it? - Haresh Clay.
A very nice effort, young Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
Personally, I would never use the Thracian lunge on terrain such as this.
It was only meant for an uphill strike.
- It was meant for whenever it works.
- It doesn't on level ground.
Now, does it? I slipped.
Precisely my point.
How would you know what it was meant for? You invented it.
It was really Juan Ramirez who perfected it.
You knew Juan Sanchez Villa Lopez Ramirez? Mm-hmm.
Connor's teacher? Oh, they say there was nothing he could not do with a sword.
Or with a lady.
He was one of my better students.
You were his teacher? No wonder I'm losing here.
I'm good, my friend, but trust me, there are better than me out there-- as the Kurgan was better than Ramirez.
Great.
Knowing my luck, I'll probably run into them.
Cheer up.
The sword's not what you live for.
- It's what keeps you alive for the good stuff.
- Which is? There are worlds out there for you to discover, Duncan.
Music, art, philosophy.
What good is philosophy in a fight? We fight to stay alive.
Don't forget to live.
Imagine what you can see in a thousand years.
Imagine what you can do.
It's all there for us, Duncan, 'cause we are blessed, blessed beyond reason wit eternal life.
And every year brings something new.
A new vintage, a new fighting move, a new pattern of flowers on an Italian hillside.
Open your eyes, you'll see it.
Cherish it.
When the duke challenges you to a game of darts, your job is to lose, young squire.
The duke was half blind.
Ah, yes, but he is still the duke.
I know.
Is it Ashe? Perhaps.
Haresh Clay.
We have to get out of here.
Find some holy ground.
Why? Now! I dinna see anyone.
That's whers me.
Graham Ashe? I am Graham Ashe.
We were destined to meet one day.
The best day is always the one you're in.
Go.
Get to the churchyard and stay there, and don't come out! But I can't-- Go! Spare me.
What did you say? Please spare me.
In the name of all that's holy, please, I beg you.
You would beg for your life? I don't want to die.
Please spare me.
Anything I have to give, I swear it.
Just let me walk away.
I beg you to let me live.
So you still want me to stay out of this? Look, I'm just trying to help my friend.
Richie's not your friend.
This is who you are, Joe.
I know who I am.
I've been a Watcher for more than 25 years.
That's as much a part of me as-- as your Clan MacLeod is to you.
Then for once, keep your vow.
Don't interfere.
What about Richie? Whatever I do for Richie is my business.
We're through, Joe.
Do me a favor, Joe.
Leave.
You know the way out.
Richie! Joe.
Hey.
How's it goin'? Good.
You got a minute? Well, sure, sure, sure.
It's good to see you.
You, uh-- You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
I've been meaning to get in touch.
I've been so busy.
Yeah, so I heard.
I guess you would.
Let me buy you a drink, sir.
Sure.
Ichiban.
Why don't you go ahead and make it a double? Can do.
Chin-chin.
Cheers.
No, thanks.
Hope you're not drivin'.
No, I'm not.
I lost my sword.
You broke it? You guys know too much.
So I've been told.
Joe, that's actually why I came.
I, uh-- I need a couple of grand for a new blade.
I need to borrow some money.
Sorry, Richie.
I can't do it.
Come on, Joe.
How long you known me? I'm good for it.
No, it's not the money.
Then what are you saying? You don't trust me? I'm saying I can't do it.
But, Joe, this is me.
It's Richie.
Yup.
And I'm a Watcher.
And I swore an oath not to get involved.
You saved my life.
You shot MacLeod.
That's not getting involved? It was a mistake.
Saving my life was a mistake? I didn't mean it that way.
It's just that's what happened.
I pulled the trigger.
It was a gut reaction.
Richie.
As a friend, I wish I could help you.
As a Watcher, I can't.
That's convenient, Joe.
That's really convenient! To hell with you.
I knew you'd show up sooner or later.
A man needs a fine blade.
I'm not armed.
Ah! Well, there you have it.
Like most of life's lessons, the tendency is to learn them too late.
Come on, man.
Where's the honor in this? Oh, I didn't come for your honor, boy.
I came for your head.
Why me? Revenge is the best reason.
I don't even know you.
You didn't know Carter Wellan when you killed him, did you? Oh.
You must mean leather boy.
You got me.
Hey, Dave.
How you doin'? Thanks for posting my bail.
You're welcome.
I'll pay you back.
Yeah, I'm sure you will.
So, all right, uh-- I guess I'll see you.
Richie, can we go for a drive? I don't think so.
- Just ten minutes.
- No, Mac.
I got a lot of stuff to do, okay? There are some things you need to know-- If the bail comes with a lecture, I'd just as soon wait it out in a cell.
The guy that's after you, Haresh Clay-- What about him? I met him once before.
Then how come you're both still alive? So your friend was good.
Graham Ashe was a master.
I'd never seen anybody like him before.
I thought he was the best.
I thought he'd live forever, until Clay came and took his head.
Must have been hard to watch.
Hard? It was impossible.
And you never went after him? No.
Why not? Richie, that doesn't matter.
What matters is he'll kill you.
Maybe Graham Ashe wasn't as good as you thought he was.
He was.
Richie, you can't win.
Everyone's entitled to his own opinion.
Look, this fight is mine.
Mac, forget it.
The days of you protecting me are long gone.
This isn't about me protecting you.
I have to finish this.
Then you better find him before I do.
Look, if you face him first, you'll be needing one of these.
It belonged to Graham Ashe.
I can take care of myself.
Yeah, I know you can.
Just take it.
Please.
Thanks.
So, um, I guess I owe you one.
No.
I owe you one.
Hey.
Remember me? My heart soars.
I'm lookin' for someone.
Whoopee.
Call a hot line.
His name's Haresh Clay.
Tall black guy.
Shaved head.
You seen him? Baby, you've come to the wrong place.
I haven't seen anybody.
Listen, he'd be looking for me.
My name's Richie Ryan.
Richie Ryan? Mm-hmm.
Get your hands off me.
Like I said, I didn't see anybody, and I don't remember anybody.
Excuse me.
Get you somethin'? Yeah.
Anytime.
It's just kind of a talent I have.
You got any more? You just never know.
You can pass on the beer.
I got a question I wanna ask you.
Shoot.
You know that fellow that that young punk was just asking you about? I was just opening up.
Now, you look like a man could use a drink.
- We both know why I'm here.
- Yeah.
Richie's hunting Clay, and there's nothing you can do about it.
He's gonna die.
No, he might live.
Hell of a thing-- weighing ethics and honor against a friend's life.
Where's Clay? MacLeod.
Clay's address.
Bartender gave it to me.
Sort of a professional courtesy.
Thanks.
Mac.
You're out of the Watchers? Maybe it's too late.
Maybe it's about time.
It's like Mrs.
Wishnoff used to say in my old neighborhood.
Yeah.
"With one ass, a man can't dance at two weddings.
" You know, you were right.
I couldn't be both your Watcher and your friend.
I'm sorry.
For what? Makin' me choose? Look, when I joined the Watchers, I thought it was the most important thing in my life.
Learning about the Immortals, keeping the chronicles-- I thought it was work that had to be done.
Well, somebody else can do it now.
- I have to go.
- I know.
See ya.
What are you doing here? What areyoudoing here? How did you find this place? Does that matter? It does if you're after Clay.
What'd you expect me to do? Stand aside and say, "Go ahead, take him"? That's what you're asking me to do.
You'll lose.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
One thing you've taught me is that I could die anytime.
There's nothing I can do to change that.
I got myself into this mess, and I'm not running from it.
Whatever happens happens.
That's all I can do.
That's all any of us can ever do.
More of you with, uh, swords.
Uh so what are you guys anyway? Like, Shriners or something? Shriners, yeah.
Shriners, yeah.
So how come you're not at the funeral with the other guy? What cemetery was that again? I can't remember.
Can you help us out? Uh, St.
John's on the Sea? St.
John's on the Sea! Thank you very much.
That's it! Richie.
Wait.
I thought this wasn't about you protecting me.
Do you want to know what this is about? What? This is about you seeing me for who I am.
I'm not your father, and I'm not your guardian angel.
Richie, listen.
It's not about you.
You want to fight Clay? You get in line.
I just might.
Duncan MacLeod.
I heard you were around here.
You've come a way since we last met.
We have unfinished business.
My fight is with your friend.
You had no quarrel with Carter Wellan.
You had no quarrel with Graham Ashe.
Are you condoning what he did? We fight to the death.
That's what we do.
Do you know what it's like to have a friend for 900 years, MacLeod? I've known him longer than you've been alive.
He was my squire and my companion on 100 campaigns in five continents.
Now he is gone because of you.
All right.
You wanna fight? Let's go.
Carter, no Carter.
Let's go.
When you are ready.
Richie.
There's something I haven't told you.
He shamed me.
After I watched Graham Ashe beg for his life Clay taunted me, and I did nothing.
Nothing.
Scared, are you? I have something for you.
Ashe's sword.
A remembrance.
It's holy ground! Don't worry, boy.
I didn't come for you.
Unless you'd like to step off holy ground.
The coward who runs for sanctuary is not worth my time or effort.
MacLeod! We'll be at the inn in Fallsbrook tonight if your knees ever stop shaking! I'm not telling you to do this for me.
I'm asking you.
Okay.
Okay.
Thank you.
This is holy ground.
You'll be safe here.
If he takes me, he'll take you too.
Then don't let him.
You can walk away, if it ends here.
It's what we do.
Mac said you left the Watchers.
I didn't believe him.
Check it out.
Ooh, boy.
Ah, don't touch it.
Don't touch it.
Hurts? The wrist is not so bad.
But the rest-- Well, I lost a lot of good friends.
Well, Joe, I can't really say I'm sorry.
I know the Watchers was your life, but dark glasses, guys in black coats, secret meetings.
I don't know.
It just didn't seem like your style.
Yeah, well, it was never meant to be like that.
Then make it right.
Can you get back in? What? Can you get back in the Watchers? Maybe.
Probably.
Why? For thousands of years, Immortals have fought, and Watchers have observed.
One day there'll only be one of us left, and someday maybe none at all.
Somebody has to record that we've lived.
Somebody has to record the history we've seen, the lessons we've learned.
I know what I said, but our lives, our story has to be recorded, not by some petty clerk, but by someone who feels, someone who does, someone who has honor.
Like you.
What about our friendship? We'll work it out.
See you around.
See you, Mac.
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