EXT. LOCH SHEIL - DAY
We pan down from the sky to find Connor and Robert standing in the middle
of the boat. Both
hold long sticks like swords. Connor strikes at Robert, who parries. A few more hits and Connor
knocks Robert's stick into the water.
You try to hard.
Isn't that the point?
He puts his stick up to Robert's neck.
The point is here, going through your
neck. You're trying to hard to fight. You
are not defending. Your offense is great,
but your defense is hardly flawless.
So you're saying I shouldn't worry about
attacking and concentrate on defense?
Connor smiles as he makes a head cutting gesture with his stick.
Hardly. I'm suggesting that you don't
concentrate so hard on your attack that
you are totally neglect your defense.
Get your staff and let's try again.
Robert, already wet, looks annoyed to have to be jumping in the water
yet again. Connor, on
the other hand, seems to be enjoying himself.
We see scenes of Connor and Robert, fighting on the boat. Connor
gets in a blow that knocks
Robert over board.
They fight on the shore. Connor still has the upper hand.
They fight in the forest, now with real swords. Robert pushes
and pushes and pushes. He
has Connor on the defense, when suddenly Connor gets offensive. This time, Robert is
able to hold him off and get back on the offense. Connor smiles in praise.
On the boat, Connor and Robert fight with swords. Robert gets
in a blow, and knocks
Connor's sword into the lake. Smirking, Robert goes in for the kill, but Connor deftly sidesteps,
puts his foot out, grabs the young Immortal by his shoulder and trips him out of the boat.
Stay in there. Let yourself sink. It's time
for a different kind of lesson.
Sink? Won't I drown?
I thought you tried to kill yourself in all kinds
Ever fear growing up and sounding like your
parents. This is worse.
You can't drown, you fool, you're immortal.
Connor leaps into the water and sinks.
Under the water, Robert stands on the lake floor, looking confused.
Connor smiles at him and
walks away for a moment. He returns with his sword.
Robert picks his up, which lays by his feet. He tries to fight,
but he's clumsy underwater. Connor
on the other hand is fluid. Robert swings his sword forward, but it is slowed by the water. Connor
flashes his sword to the side, then brings it back around to block the blow in plenty of time.
Robert looks at the end of Connor's sword in amazement. There is a fish pinned to the end of it.
Bubbles escape from Connor's mouth as he laughs again. He's clearly enjoying himself.
They go at it again for a few moments, but Robert clearly can't get
the hang of it. Connor at last
calls for a halt, and points up. He then starts swimming back to the surface. Robert follows.
Connor breaks surface, followed a few moments later by Robert.
How do you fight so fluidly under the water?!
It's not that hard. You have to remember that
it's a different environment, so you have to adapt
to it to be able to fight effectively.
What's the point of fighting underwater?
You never know where you might find
yourself in a fight for life. As an Immortal,
always be prepared to fight in the most
unusual of places. For other Immortals, it
may not be so unusual.
Robert digests this lesson and nods.
How long did it take you to learn to fight
I struggled quite a while with it. But one day
I went under and felt the life of the lake around
me. I felt what they felt and moved how they
moved. Never be afraid of allowing the Quickening
to take you over. Let's do that again.
Connor allows himself to sink once more. Robert follows.
INT. LIBRARY - DAY
Daniel Martin sits at a table in a secluded part of an ancient library.
His table is full of books old
enough to crumble if handled the wrong way. As he continues to pour over them, HUGH KING,
the LIBRARIAN walks over.
Need any help, Daniel?
Daniel points to a passage in a book.
The Order of Lo. Have you ever heard of
Hugh thinks for a minute, going through the extensive library in his
head, before his eyes light
up in recognition of the name.
Sure. The order had been around for thousands
of years. The "Lo" means the "Life force" in their religion.
They were firm believers that everyone should be created
equal. And anyone that didn't fit that description was
killed, swiftly and professionally. Apparently they
executed quite a lot of women who were reputed to
be witches and legend has it that they waged a long
war with a group of sorcerers they deemed to powerful
to be natural. They were also to have said to hold the
mythical Immortals as enemies.
The Immortals. That so?
That's what I've heard, but the legend is so old, that
it's hard to separate fact from fiction.
And this Order of Lo, where they asian?
They were a group of Chinese, yes.
Can I ask you a serious question, Hugh? I
promise I won't laugh at your answer.
Do you believe in the Immortals?
Hugh thinks about it a moment, not sure if he wants to confide in his friend.
Yes. In fact, I'm positive they exist.
Really? What makes you say that?
Every once in a while, there will be a decapitation
in the news, and I'll follow up on it. A lot of the
times, there seems to be no motive of killing the
person, so that makes sense to me that it might
have been an Immortal. I've traced some of the
victims back a long ways, man. You have no
idea how old some of these guys may have been.
But what really convinced me, was something
that happened in New York about fifteen years
ago. A group of decapitations, each involving
some sort of sword. All of the sudden, they
stopped. I looked into it and found out about
a suspect named Russell Nash. After the last
beheading, he disappeared with a woman that
worked with the police. I tried to find out what
I could about this guy, and boy was it something!
To make a long story short, I found out that it
wasn't his real name. He'd been using numerous
fake names throughout the years. Hundreds of
years in fact. I traced him up to a man named
Connor MacLeod from the Highlands in Scotland.
I'm thoroughly convinced Russell Nash was an
Daniel mulls this over in his brain.
You could be more right than you know. Tell me,
does this Order of Lo still exist?
Nothing has been heard from them in quite some
time. Perhaps a hundred years. It's likely that
they disbanded, but I guess it's possible that they
still exist somewhere. What's the sudden interest
in all this, Dan?
Daniel rummages though his stuff in the desk and pulls out a recent news paper.
He hands it to Hugh, who looks over the article.
You'll see what I mean, what with the sword
play, chinese men, and beheadings in that
story. It's like out of an old Saturday matinee
Hugh reads the article, his interest clearly shown in his eyes.
More proof to my theory. I suppose it *is*
possible that these were ordinary civilians
getting mugged, but I seriously doubt it.
This is amazing!
My thoughts exactly.
INT. MACLEOD'S HOUSE - DAY
The MacLeod's and Robert sit around the dinner table, enjoying a meal.
You know, all the time I hang around you
and all the time training, I almost forget
that this is the year two thousand. It's like
here, time stands still and it's stood still
since the fifteen hundreds.
Just like I like it. Though I would venture to
guess that Brenda here sometimes misses
the hustle and bustle of New York life.
What, have the wino of the day puke down
my pants, the average citizen communicating
to me with a choice finger and all the threats
of rape I had to endure every time I walked into
a police station. It was paradise.
See? She misses it.
So, what is your story, Robert? How did you
come to be here?
Well, I was born an orphan. This was in the
seventies. When I was fifteen, I decided I
was going to make it on my own. So I did.
I traveled Australia. Spent a good time in the
Outback, living with the tribes there. Sometimes
I made my way to the city and one day I got
into a card game with some real mean guys.
They accused me of cheating. Of course I
wasn't, the bloody wankers just wanted my
money. I calmly told them where they
could stick their wee wees and left. A day
or two later, I ran into one of them as I
was walking around that night. We exchanged
some choice words and soon we were fist
fighting. I was getting the upper hand on
the weasel, when he pulls out a knife and shoves
it deep in my chest. He stabbed me several
times over and left me to die. I lay there in
pain for what seemed like forever. The next
day, I got up and walked away. It was a miracle.
Like I told Connor, I spent a while researching like
cases and after a year or two, I came across mention
of the Immortals. They were myth, legend, but they
intrigued me. I tried to confirm their existence and
this is what has led me to Connor.
Wow, that's some kind of life.
Yeah, I guess.
Connor finally speaks up.
I think it is time for Robert and I to make a trip
back to the States.
What on earth for?
I don't know. I can't explain, I just feel there
is something there that can help me with
Robert's training. I have a good friend that
lives in Georgia that I need to speak to.
If you feel you must, Connor, you know I
won't get in your way.
Will you be all right staying here?
Yes. You just watch yourself over there. Who
knows, even after all these years, Russell Nash
may still be a wanted man.
Policemen are the least of my worries.
INT. MANSION - NIGHT
A PRETTY YOUNG WOMAN of about 21 walks down a hallway when she hears
a noise. She
No answer. She shrugs it off. Noises in a huge mansion aren't exactly new.
She passes a door and an arm shoots out and grabs her. Before
she can scream, a
hand is pressed over her mouth.
Shhh. Sorry about this, but it'll be
easier on you.
With his other hand, he pulls a chloroform soaked rag from his pocket
places it over her nose and mouth. The girl's screams are stifled by the cloth.
The girl tries to struggle, throwing her hands up to try and pull it off, but Daniel's hold is firm.
The girl's struggles lighten as her eyes take on a far off look.
A few more breaths and
she's having a hard time keeping them open. A few more moments and her hands fall
limply by her side and her eyes flutter close. Daniel's now holding her up instead of
He keeps the cloth over her face as he pulls her back in the darkened
room from which
he popped out.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
A drink sits on a nigh table by a huge KING SIZED BED. We pan
around the room,
finding antiques and other such valuables decorating the huge room.
In the bed itself lays MICHAEL HOPKINS, a well built young man about
obviously waiting for somebody, more than likely the young girl we just met.
The door starts to open.
Ahhh, Suzie, it's about time. I'm
about out of the mood.
The door opens fully, revealing Daniel, smiling.
Michael is amazed.
Daniel? Daniel Martin? What are
you doing here? Where's Suzie?
The blonde with the body?
That's the one.
She decided to catch up on her sleep.
Daniel looks around the room appreciatively.
Keeping kind of a high profile for an Immortal.
I like to have fun.
Oh, yeah, you where always rebellious. Ever
occurred to you that you make yourself an
easy target for another Immortal?
Michael smiles and reaches under his bed.
I'm always prepared.
He pulls out a sword with a nicely decorated handle.
You keep that thing shimmering.
I like to look good.
Care for a little spar?
Let me get dressed.
INT. HOUSE GYM
A huge section of the gym is set off for fencing. Daniel and Michael
stand in the center,
ready to duel.
So, Daniel, what's the real reason
for your visit? Not just to spar, I
Michael looks amused.
You wish to take my head? I hope
you don't think you'll take it easily.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
They start dueling.
I thought you didn't believe in the
Daniel defends a blow.
I don't. But you do, correct?
The trade blows for a few moments before Michael responds.
Oh, yeah. But that doesn't explain
why you come here wanting to kill
me if you don't believe in the Prize.
He ducks as Daniel's sword flies over his head.
Very perceptive. It's simple...
He brings his sword up, knocking away a blow aimed for his neck.
...with the Immortals going around
trying to kill each other for something
that doesn't even exist, they've became
way to dangerous. Too dangerous to
He cuts at Michael's feet, who leaps into the air and executes a flip.
Thanks. So, you intend on taking on all
the Immortals alone.
Daniel laughs at this.
Hardly. I know of a few who might be willing
They spar some more, seemingly playing with each other.
I'm sorry I must end your quest here tonight.
He lunges and Daniel sidesteps easily.
You know your biggest problem?
You've always thought you were great.
With a flashy move, he knocks Michael's sword away.
But you didn't have the advantage of
knowing I was way better.
He slices the sword though Michael's neck.
Across the gym, equipment flies through the air. Weights fly off
their bars and Michael's energy
flows into Daniel's being. He lets the power flow through him and when it is through, he walks
INT. AIRPLANE - NIGHT
Connor and Robert share a seat in coach. Robert has the window
seat and he looks out
at the land far below him.
It's amazing to think that if this plane
crashes, we can just get up and walk
away. I used to be afraid to fly in
planes, once upon a time, because I've
seen so many crashes on TV. Now
it doesn't bother me at all.
I wouldn't be too secure in your reasoning
there. You assume that when the plane
crashes, our heads wouldn't be severed in
Robert turns pale at once.
Thanks for bringing it up. I'm appreciative.
Connor laughs lightly.
So this guy we're going to see, he's an
old friend of yours?
Kind of. We've only crossed paths a
couple of times. After I killed the Kurgan,
he sent me a letter congratulating me.
That's when I first realized I didn't win
the Prize. He's a very religious man,
actually. He works at a church. Very
Christian man, that's why he doesn't
face other Immortals.
Really. What made him convert?
He met Jesus.
I know that. All Christians have met
You don't understand. He *met* Jesus.
It hits Robert what Connor is saying.
Connor slouches back in his seat and closes his eyes as we...
INT. CHURCH - DAY
The church is majestic, stain glass windows, high ceilings, the whole
The doors swing open and in steps Connor MacLeod, dressed in 1700's garb.
He's injured and he makes his way to a pew with great difficulty.
He sits down heavily, as a priest walks up to him.
Are you all right, my brother.
Connor looks up and sees PETER MCGUIRE, wearing the priest clothing
I will be fine. I just need to be in
the house of the Lord, on Holy
You fight the eternal fight.
Your wounds would have killed an
ordinary man, and you've come to
Holy Ground. You seek refuge from
another Immortal who wishes to take
your head from your body.
Connor is surprised that the priest knows this.
Because, Highlander, I am one of you.
Yes, I know who you are. Connor
MacLeod, the Highlander. My name is
Pleased to meet you Peter Mcguire. Is
this why you are a priest? To avoid
confrontation with other Immortals.
It is because I serve the one true Immortal,
God Almighty Himself.
I choose not to participate in the Game, as
it where. There is no honor in it. There is
nothing to be gained.
But the Prize.
If that is what you believe, Connor
MacLeod, then so be it. The taking
of life is a sin. Nothing more, nothing
Would it make it better if I said I only
took lives in defense of my own.
I suppose I could see that as a worthy
reason to take another's life. But not
all Immortals are like you.
This I know.
Peter's eyes burn into Connor's.
You are an honorable man, Highlander.
Never let yourself fall into the trap that
other Immortals do. Never let yourself
become bloodthirsty and greedy. Take
life only when in defense of your own or
someone else's. You will be in my prayers.
I thank you for your prayers, Father.
Now I must go and attend to someone
who needs my help.
You company has been enlightening, Father.
I bid you farewell, Connor MacLeod. I am sure
our paths will cross again.
When you live forever, they usually do.