Highlander: Fight For Survival


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.

     CONNOR
    You try to hard.

     ROBERT
    Isn't that the point?

     CONNOR
    No.

He puts his stick up to Robert's neck.

     CONNOR
    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.

     ROBERT
    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.

     CONNOR
    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.

MONTAGE

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.

SPLASH

Connor laughs.

     ROBERT
              (angrily)
    Hilarious!

     CONNOR
    Stay in there.  Let yourself sink.  It's time
    for a different kind of lesson.

     ROBERT
    Sink?  Won't I drown?

     CONNOR
    I thought you tried to kill yourself in all kinds
    of ways?

     ROBERT
    Never drowning.

     CONNOR
    Ever fear growing up and sounding like your
    parents.  This is worse.
              (mocking Ramirez)
    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.

     ROBERT
    How do you fight so fluidly under the water?!

     CONNOR
    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.

     ROBERT
    What's the point of fighting underwater?

     CONNOR
    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.

     ROBERT
    How long did it take you to learn to fight
    underwater?

     CONNOR
    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.

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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.

     HUGH
    Need any help, Daniel?

Daniel points to a passage in a book.

     DANIEL
    The Order of Lo.  Have you ever heard of
    this?

Hugh thinks for a minute, going through the extensive library in his head, before his eyes light
up in recognition of the name.

     HUGH
    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.

     DANIEL
    The Immortals.  That so?

     HUGH
    That's what I've heard, but the legend is so old, that
    it's hard to separate fact from fiction.

     DANIEL
    And this Order of Lo, where they asian?

     HUGH
    They were a group of Chinese, yes.

     DANIEL
    Can I ask you a serious question, Hugh?  I
    promise I won't laugh at your answer.

     HUGH
    Shoot.

     DANIEL
    Do you believe in the Immortals?

Hugh thinks about it a moment, not sure if he wants to confide in his friend.

     HUGH
    Yes.  In fact, I'm positive they exist.

     DANIEL
    Really?  What makes you say that?

     HUGH
    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
    Immortal.

Daniel mulls this over in his brain.

     DANIEL
    You could be more right than you know.  Tell me,
    does this Order of Lo still exist?

     HUGH
    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.

     DANIEL
    This.

He hands it to Hugh, who looks over the article.

     DANIEL
    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
    movie.

Hugh reads the article, his interest clearly shown in his eyes.

     HUGH
    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!

     DANIEL
    My thoughts exactly.

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INT. MACLEOD'S HOUSE - DAY

The MacLeod's and Robert sit around the dinner table, enjoying a meal.

     ROBERT
    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.

     CONNOR
    Just like I like it.  Though I would venture to
    guess that Brenda here sometimes misses
    the hustle and bustle of New York life.

     BRENDA
    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.

     CONNOR
    See?  She misses it.

Robert laughs.

     BRENDA
    So, what is your story, Robert?  How did you
    come to be here?

     ROBERT
    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.

     BRENDA
    Wow, that's some kind of life.

     ROBERT
    Yeah, I guess.

Connor finally speaks up.

     CONNOR
    I think it is time for Robert and I to make a trip
    back to the States.

     BRENDA
    What on earth for?

     CONNOR
    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.

     BRENDA
    If you feel you must, Connor, you know I
    won't get in your way.

     CONNOR
    Will you be all right staying here?

     BRENDA
    Yes.  You just watch yourself over there.  Who
    knows, even after all these years, Russell Nash
    may still be a wanted man.

     CONNOR
    Policemen are the least of my worries.

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INT. MANSION - NIGHT

A PRETTY YOUNG WOMAN of about 21 walks down a hallway when she hears a noise.  She
spins around.

     WOMAN
    Michael?

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.

     DANIEL
    Shhh.  Sorry about this, but it'll be
    easier on you.

With his other hand, he pulls a chloroform soaked rag from his pocket and
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.

     DANIEL
    Just breathe.

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
holding her

     DANIEL
    That's it.

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 Daniel's age,
obviously waiting for somebody, more than likely the young girl we just met.

The door starts to open.

     MICHAEL
    Ahhh, Suzie, it's about time.  I'm
    about out of the mood.

The door opens fully, revealing Daniel, smiling.

     DANIEL
    Hey, Michael.

Michael is amazed.

     MICHAEL
    Daniel?  Daniel Martin?  What are
    you doing here?  Where's Suzie?

     DANIEL
    The blonde with the body?

     MICHAEL
    That's the one.

     DANIEL
    She decided to catch up on her sleep.

Daniel looks around the room appreciatively.

     DANIEL
    Keeping kind of a high profile for an Immortal.

     MICHAEL
    I like to have fun.

     DANIEL
    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.

     MICHAEL
    I'm always prepared.

He pulls out a sword with a nicely decorated handle.

     DANIEL
    You keep that thing shimmering.

     MICHAEL
    I like to look good.

     DANIEL
    Care for a little spar?

Michael smiles.

     MICHAEL
    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.

     MICHAEL
    So, Daniel, what's the real reason
    for your visit?  Not just to spar, I
    hope.

     DANIEL
    The Prize.

Michael looks amused.

     MICHAEL
    You wish to take my head?  I hope
    you don't think you'll take it easily.

     DANIEL
    I wouldn't want it any other way.

They start dueling.

     MICHAEL
    I thought you didn't believe in the
    Prize.

Daniel defends a blow.

     DANIEL
    I don't.  But you do, correct?

The trade blows for a few moments before Michael responds.

     MICHAEL
    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.

     DANIEL
    Very perceptive.  It's simple...

He brings his sword up, knocking away a blow aimed for his neck.

     DANIEL
    ...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
    continue on.

He cuts at Michael's feet, who leaps into the air and executes a flip.

     DANIEL
    Very nice.

     MICHAEL
    Thanks.  So, you intend on taking on all
    the Immortals alone.

Daniel laughs at this.

     DANIEL
    Hardly.  I know of a few who might be willing
    to help.

They spar some more, seemingly playing with each other.

     MICHAEL
    I'm sorry I must end your quest here tonight.

He lunges and Daniel sidesteps easily.

     DANIEL
    You know your biggest problem?

     MICHAEL
    What's that?

     DANIEL
    You've always thought you were great.

With a flashy move, he knocks Michael's sword away.

     DANIEL
    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
away.

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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.

     ROBERT
    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.

     CONNOR
    I wouldn't be too secure in your reasoning
    there.  You assume that when the plane
    crashes, our heads wouldn't be severed in
    some way.

Robert turns pale at once.

     ROBERT
    Thanks for bringing it up.  I'm appreciative.

Connor laughs lightly.

     ROBERT
    So this guy we're going to see, he's an
    old friend of yours?

     CONNOR
    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.

     ROBERT
    Really.  What made him convert?

     CONNOR
    He met Jesus.

     ROBERT
    I know that.  All Christians have met
    Jesus...

     CONNOR
    You don't understand.  He *met* Jesus.
    Personally.

It hits Robert what Connor is saying.

     ROBERT
    No kidding?!

     CONNOR
    No.

     ROBERT
    Wow.

     CONNOR
    Yes.

Connor slouches back in his seat and closes his eyes as we...
 

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INT. CHURCH - DAY

The church is majestic, stain glass windows, high ceilings, the whole nine yards.
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.

     PRIEST
    Are you all right, my brother.

Connor looks up and sees PETER MCGUIRE, wearing the priest clothing of that
period.

     CONNOR
    I will be fine.  I just need to be in
    the house of the Lord, on Holy
    Ground.

     PETER
    You fight the eternal fight.

     CONNOR
    Excuse me.

     PETER
    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.

     CONNOR
    How...
 
     PETER
    Because, Highlander, I am one of you.
    Yes, I know who you are.  Connor
    MacLeod, the Highlander.  My name is
    Peter Mcguire.

     CONNOR
    Pleased to meet you Peter Mcguire.  Is
    this why you are a priest?  To avoid
    confrontation with other Immortals.

     PETER
    It is because I serve the one true Immortal,
    God Almighty Himself.

     CONNOR
    I see.

     PETER
    I choose not to participate in the Game, as
    it where.  There is no honor in it.  There is
    nothing to be gained.
 
     CONNOR
    But the Prize.

Peter smiles.

     PETER
    If that is what you believe, Connor
    MacLeod, then so be it.  The taking
    of life is a sin.  Nothing more, nothing
    less.

     CONNOR
    Would it make it better if I said I only
    took lives in defense of my own.

     PETER
    I suppose I could see that as a worthy
    reason to take another's life.  But not
    all Immortals are like you.

     CONNOR
    This I know.

Peter's eyes burn into Connor's.

     PETER
    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.

     CONNOR
    I thank you for your prayers, Father.

     PETER
    Now I must go and attend to someone
    who needs my help.

     CONNOR
    You company has been enlightening, Father.

     PETER
    I bid you farewell, Connor MacLeod.  I am sure
    our paths will cross again.

Connor smiles.

     CONNOR
    When you live forever, they usually do.
 

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