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Teaser
Previously on Highlander
Scenes from "Song of the Executioner."
We see Duncan meeting Kalas, and Brother Paul telling Duncan that "That is
Brother Kalas. I'm afraid warmth is not his greatest quality."
Cut to Kalas
fighting an immortal just off the monastery's ground, and taking his head as
Duncan watches. Paul then confronting Kalas.
Paul: "How could you do these things? This was holy ground, a sanctuary for all,
and you used it to kill your own kin, you used it against me! Now, leave here,
forever."
Then Kalas, pointing a finger at Duncan: "You do not know what you have done.
But you will"
Scenes from "Methos"
Kalas and Maria Campolo, singing together, then Kalas trying to strangle Maria.
Kalas: "Your lover, MacLeod, took everything away from me."
Duncan: "She's not part of this."
Kalas and Duncan fight, and Duncan grabs a piece of glass and slashes Kalas
across the neck. He runs off, choking.
"Song of the Executioner"
Kalas standing on stage, pretending to sing while the music plays on a stereo.
Then cut to his fight with Duncan, and Kalas stabbing Duncan through.
Duncan: "Why?"
Kalas tears his collar away to expose his scarred throat: "For this!"
Cut to Duncan hanging over the balcony, telling Kalas they'll meet again, and then letting go and falling to the chairs below.
"Star-Crossed"
Shot of Paris, and then Duncan and Fitzcairn getting run off the road. Fitzcairn
discovers the body of his rival, and tells Duncan that, "it was just a voice.
Raspy, like gravel."
Duncan: "He's here."
Cut to Kalas and Fitz fighting, and Duncan running up.
Duncan: "Fitzcairn!"
Fitz: "My fight, laddie."
Kalas defeats Fitz, and takes his head.
"Methos"
Roger Harris spills everything to Kalas.
Roger: "We know what you are. We've been observing you for centuries."
Kalas: "Tell me everything . . .."
Cut to Joe, on the phone to Duncan.
Joe: "Salzer, he's been working on the Methos Chronicle."
Duncan: "Methos doesn't exist. The oldest immortal? He's a legend."
Joe: "If Kalas found him and took his head--" Duncan arriving in Methos's
apartment, finding him reading on the floor. "He'd be even stronger."
Duncan looks at Methos: "Methos?"
Cut to Kalas with Don Salzer: "I'm looking for a particular, old powerful immortal . . . Methos." Whips out his knife. "Speak!"
"Finale, Part one"
Methos to Christine: "Don is dead, and nothing you do will bring him back."
Christine: "He gave you and your damn Watchers more time than he gave me."
Methos voice over as Christine finds the CD-ROM database: "Immortals are part of
history. They are part of the truth."
Christine, also voice over as she scrolls through the records: "You want the
truth? I'm going to tell the truth." Back to her living room. "I'm meeting with
the editor of the Tribune. Tomorrow the world is going to know about immortals."
Cut to Joe trying to shoot Christine at the Tribune building, but Duncan steps
in front of the bullet and Christine runs in.
Christine, voice over as images from the database flash up: "You're finished,
all of you . . ."
Amanda and Duncan are standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, gazing up at it.
Amanda: "I really love coming here. Do you remember when Gustav Eiffel built
this thing?"
Duncan: "Yeah, World's Fair 1889. Half of Paris thought it would destroy the
city forever. There were fistfights all along the Champs Elysees."
Amanda: "Now you can't imagine Paris without it. I think I could come here
forever."
Duncan: "If they let us." Amanda looks at him. He hesitates, then says, still
looking up at the Tower, "You know, when Kalas had you . . . I thought I'd lost
you. I felt--"
Amanda waits: "Yes?"
Duncan, turning to her and smiling: "I didn't like the feeling."
As Amanda looks at him, someone takes a picture of her. Cut to Martin, Amanda's
Watcher, taking pictures from behind a tree. As he lifts the camera for another
shot, we see his Watcher tattoo. He lowers the camera and takes out a small tape
recorder and speaks into it.
Martin: "It's 3 pm. Amanda and MacLeod are playing tourist at the Eiffel Tower.
Looks like a slow day."
Back to Amanda and Duncan.
Amanda: "There's something else on your mind."
Duncan: "Yeah, the future, if there is one."
Amanda: "You know, we've lived through witch hunts before and we're still
around."
Duncan: "Yeah, but this time it'll be different. Intelligence services,
technology . . . they'll find us. And we'll scare the hell out of them. What
people are afraid of, they'll destroy. Or use."
Amanda: "I'm not ready for this."
Duncan: "Neither am I." He takes her arm and leads her off. "No one is."
Act One
The Tribune building. Inside, Jeremy Clancy, the editor, is speaking to
Christine Salzer.
Clancy: "Christine, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but . . . these
stories. I know Don's death was a terrible blow to you."
Christine: "They're not stories, Jeremy, and I'm not crazy."
Clancy, defensive: "I didn't say that!" Taps a paper in his hand. "People
running around, chopping each other's heads off, living forever." He laughs
shortly. "What am I supposed to think?"
Christine: "All that I'm asking is that you look."
Clancy relents: "All right, Christine. Let's see this . . . proof of yours."
Christine moves around to his computer, looking at him cooly: "I know you're
humoring me. Look." She puts the disk in and scrolls to a picture of Graydon
Hammer. "Graydon Hammer, the billionaire, 1994."
Clancy, patiently: "Now, Christine, we all know Graydon Hammer. If that's all
the proof that you--"
Christine, interrupting: "See the scar under his eye?" She points it out, then
moves to the next picture, which is the same man, but in different clothes, in
Chicago. "Now. Harold Grimes, 1953. Check the scar."
Clancy shrugs: "Well, it's the same scar. It's a coincidence."
Christine goes to the next file: "Heinrich Greich, the Reichstaag. 1938."
Clancy, getting interested: "The scar." He leans forward. "Damn. They look
alike."
Christine, next picture: "Benjamin Tyson, publisher, 1916." Next picture.
"Colonel Henry Gattle, 1863, before the Battle of Gettysburg. The picture's
fuzzy but you can still see the scar."
Clancy is hooked now, and he sits down at the desk, moving to the next file
himself: "Herbert Gries. Paris, 1818. My god! I did a story about this guy when
I was at Harvard. He got lost at sea."
Christine: "He wasn't lost, and he didn't die." She moves to the first picture
again and enlarges it. "He's Graydon Hammer."
Clancy scrolls between the two pictures, the painting of Gries in 1818 and the
photograph of Hammer in 1994, seeing the match. He leans back, shaken.
Clancy: "These . . . immortals. How many of them are there?"
Christine: "More. A lot more."
Clancy leans forward, staring at the computer: "My god."
At the Watcher Headquarters. Jacques Vemas, Methos, and Joe Dawson are standing
around in front of a picture window that looks out over the grounds. Vemas is
furious.
Vemas: "It's a disaster!" Turns to them. "Wait a minute. Salzer's wife gets our
records and goes to the papers? How the hell could you let this happen?!"
Joe: "Jacques, no one let it happen, okay."
Vemas turns on Methos, shouting: "That database you and Salzer made wasn't
sanctioned!"
Methos, meek: "It was something new, it would have been useful."
Vemas, yelling at Methos, who stands and hangs his head: "Why! Because some
pissant grad student thinks so and screws up a Watcher system that has worked
for thousands of years!!! Security is the reason we stay separate, so that one
idiot won't compromise us all."
Joe, intervening on Methos's behalf: "You cannot blame this whole thing on
Adam."
Vemas turns to Joe, slowly: "No. I can blame you. Europe's my territory. If you
didn't have the stomach to kill her you should have told me."
Joe, evenly: "I tried to shoot her."
Vemas: "Evidently not hard enough."
Methos, butting in hesitantly: "I don't think this is helping anything--"
Joe, ignoring him: "You weren't there, pal."
Vemas, smiling with malice: "No. If I was, she'd be dead. Next time I'll know to
send a man."
Joe: "You son of a bitch!" Hauls off and punches him. Vemas returns the favor,
and Joe loses his balance, toppling backward.
Methos, angry himself now: "Everyone feel better now?!" Goes to help Joe up.
"Why don't you try something useful?"
Vemas stalks off, and Methos helps Joe get up.
Methos: "He's got quite a temper on him."
Joe: "Yeah, and a wicked right cross, too."
Outside, Methos and Joe are walking to Methos's car.
Methos: "Is it okay if I drop you at the hotel?"
Joe, still feeling his jaw: "Sure. Where are you going to go?"
Methos: "Tribune. I'm going to see Clancy."
Joe: "The editor?" Shakes his head. "You can't stop this now."
Methos: "No. Spin control. You know, I can answer a few questions, maybe reduce
the hysteria."
Joe: "Straight into the lion's den, huh? And what makes you think you're going
to come out alive?"
Methos opening the door for him: "I've got a lot to offer. Five thousand years
of history, Joe. I was there."
Joe: "History's been written. And people have been known to kill the messenger
that waltzes in with a new version of the truth."
Methos smiles: "Why would I tell the truth?"
On top of the Eiffel Tower. Amanda is standing up on the platform that circles
the top deck, talking to Duncan, who's still standing, sensibly, on the floor
below.
Amanda: "MacLeod, haven't you ever wanted to do something really, really crazy?
I mean, what's the worst thing that can happen?"
Duncan: "You hit the ground at 125 miles an hour. You want to know what that
feels like?"
Amanda: "I'll survive!"
Duncan: "In front of everyone." He turns to look at the crowd of tourists
gathered below.
Amanda: "Look, after tomorrow everyone's going to know anyway." Kneels down to
get her face level with his. "Come on, for once in your life just lighten up and
let go and break the damn rules."
Duncan: "The whole world is about to crash down around our ears and you want to
play games."
Amanda, smiling: "Yes, why not? What better time? Come ooon."
Duncan: "Nah, what the hell . . ." He hops up on the platform next to her.
In the crowd, Martin is snapping away, not believing his eyes.
Amanda strolls
around the edge, and Duncan moves to the corner, not quite as relaxed about
being up there as she is.
Duncan: "Nice view."
Amanda comes up beside him: "Come on, MacLeod. Let's do it. Let's jump."
Duncan looks down at the dizzying scenery below, and comes to another decision.
Duncan, turning to face her: "No! Uh, let's dance."
[Tango music
begins to play.]
Amanda turns to look at Duncan, intrigued, and he whips off his sunglasses. She
follows suit, and takes his offered hand, and they start to dance. (This is a
great scene. They move most of the time like they're dancing on a huge ballroom
floor, without a death-defying drop inches away, but every now then, when they
move to the edge, they look down and you know what's on their minds. )
Duncan: "How'd you do it? How'd you get me up here?"
Amanda: "Because you love it . . ."
Flashback Turkey, 1753
Duncan is lying at his ease on a pile of pillows in the Sultan's home, eating
grapes.
Sultan: "Is the food to your liking?"
Duncan: "Never tasted better."
Sultan: "Rare spices, only available here."
Duncan: "They could use a taste of this at home."
A servant comes out and bows, and the Sultan waves him away.
Sultan: "Not now." He turns back to Duncan. "I could use a man on my staff who
understands Western army. And my court offers many diversions."
Duncan, regretful: "Aye, your Highness does me a great honor, but I cannot
stay."
Sultan: "Hmm. Perhaps I might entice you to change your mind?"
Duncan: "Perhaps."
The Sultan claps, and several dancers appear, veiled and bejeweled, and begin to
pace slowly into the room. But as they enter, Duncan senses that one of them is
immortal, and watches, concerned as they lower their arms to reveal their faces.
He breaks into a broad grin, however, when he sees that the one in the middle
(the tallest by far), is Amanda. They start to dance, and Duncan leans back,
smirking, enjoying the sight. He giggles as Amanda manages to tangle herself in
her own veils, and sobers quickly when he catches the Sultan looking at him.
Amanda keeps dancing, then pretends to trip, falling across Duncan's lap.
Amanda hisses in his ear: "MacLeod. Get me out of here!"
Duncan: "Not a chance. You're on your own. Want a grape?"
Amanda glares and pushes herself back up, and Duncan laughs as she untangles
herself from a neighbor's veils to rejoin the dance.
Sultan: "I see you look on them with favor."
Duncan: "Oh, aye, of course. But that one, the pale one." He raises his voice.
"She doesn't seem to know what she's doing."
Sultan: "The tall, foreign one."
Duncan: "Aye."
Sultan: "She is new to the dance. But she has other skills to compensate."
Duncan: "Really?"
Sultan: "Uh, perhaps one of them would interest you?"
Duncan, enjoying himself immensely: "Perhaps . . ."
Amanda shimmies up to him and delivers a sound kick to his shin.
Duncan, gritting his teeth: "The clumsy one. With the special skills."
Amanda glares, but she's pleased to be getting out. Just then, though, a servant
comes and whispers in the Sultan's ear, and Amanda begins to look worried. The
servant summons guards, and while Duncan watches they start to drag Amanda off.
Sultan: "A thousand apologies, honored guest. But I'm afraid you'll have to pick
another."
Duncan: "Truly, her dancing wasn't that bad."
Sultan: "She's a thief. And she will be punished."
Amanda is escorted out by two big men, while the Sultan tries to persuade
Duncan to pick another.
Sultan: "The one in the back on the left is from Prussia.
Now, if you want truly special skills..."
Mac laughs with him, then stops and looks worried as he looks where Amanda was
taken. A last flourish of the dancers, then...
Amanda, protesting, is dragged through the dungeons in chains. She's trying to
persuade the guards that they don't need to be so careful, that she's just a
helpless woman, but they tell her to be quiet.
Amanda: "Or what? You'll add another lifetime to my sentence?"
Guard: "You won't stay long."
They lead her down a narrow passage to a small, dim room.
Guard: "Your punishment will fit your crime. Your thieving hands will be
removed." He pulls her chained hands across a chopping block, and the second
guard raises a sword, grinning.
Amanda: "Please, it was a mistake. Tell the Sultan that I'm sorry and that I'll
give him back his jewels."
Guard: "The Sultan never changes his mind." He raises the sword, and Amanda
kicks out, knocking him over. She clobbers the other guard with her chain and
runs to the barred door, only to find it closed with a third guard on the other
side. She groans, but Duncan walks up behind the guard and knocks him out.
Amanda: "It's about time."
Duncan, pulling out his sword and using it to force the door: "What are you
doing?"
They run out, fighting the Sultan's guards along the passage, but they're soon
trapped in a small room, with guards pounding the doors on either end.
Duncan: "Why do I do this?"
Amanda, snapping: "Because you love it. What now?"
Duncan, struggling to keep the door closed: "Aw, let 'em in."
They open the doors, and engage the guards in the room, Duncan using his sword,
Amanda using everything she can, including her chains which become handy
bludgeons. They finally defeat the guards and flee, but at the last moment a man
with a bow runs up and fires . . .
Duncan: "Aaarrgghh!!!"
Present Day
On top of the Tower, Duncan and Amanda are finishing the dance with a kiss,
while the crowd below looks on, cheering. Duncan puts Amanda down, and they bow
to the crowd, laughing. Amanda puts her arms around Duncan again, and he looks
at her, suddenly serious.
Back at the Tribune office, Clancy is looking at a picture of Felicia Martins,
reading her file while Christine explains.
Act Two
In his hideout, Kalas is looking through the disk.
Amanda and Duncan are walking up to the barge.
Watcher Headquarters. Vemas is walking on the grounds, talking in his cell
phone, telling someone, "I saw him about two years ago, in New York." Act Three
It's night. Amanda and Duncan are standing on the deck of the barge, Amanda
pacing back and forth.
They walk along through a park.
The next day, Amanda is alone (presumably--she says MacLeod's not there, and I'm
not gonna call her a liar. ;)) at the barge when the phone rings. She picks it
up, and hears Kalas's voice.
On top of a roof somewhere else in the city, Kalas edges forward slowly, sword
ready. Amanda is waiting for him around a corner, but he parries her swing as
she strikes out at him.
Back at the barge, Amanda is just finishing changing clothes, talking while
Duncan sits and watches.
At the Watcher headquarters, a frustrated Joe is yelling at a hapless Watcher in
front of him.
It's night, and at Kalas's hideout, Martin is sneaking down the stairs. He goes
to the desk and turns on the computer and the Watcher database screen comes up.
But before he can do anything else, he hears Kalas coming and hides in a closet.
Kalas comes in and sorts through some files on the desk, then sees that the
computer has been turned on. He looks around slowly, and begins to walk
cautiously around the room.
At the Watcher headquarters, Joe and Duncan are alone in the main room when the
phone rings. Joe picks it up.
Act Four
Mac, Joe and Methos are on the barge.
Duncan is walking through the fog (it's daytime, again, but never mind . . .)
and he senses another immortal just before Amanda appears out of fog.
Night, at the Eiffel Tower. Duncan comes up the steps to the platform at the top
of the tower, and finds Kalas waiting for him, standing at the rail looking over
the city. There's thunder in the distance as Duncan walks up to him.
Tag
Everyone's getting ready to drink.
At Shakespeare and Co, inside the bookstore. The shop bell rings, and the camera
moves among the books, finally pulling in on one shelf, where a CD-ROM disk
peeks out from among the books . . .
He's leaning against a tree, bracing himself while Amanda tugs at the arrow in
his backside.
Duncan, through his teeth: "I can tell you how much I love this."
Amanda: "Oh, would you hold still?"
She pulls sharply, and the shaft comes out at last.
Amanda, inspecting the broken shaft: "All that fussing over a little arrow."
Duncan holds up a humungous arrowhead: "Really?"
Amanda: "Oh. Well, you're not dead and your safe."
Duncan: "With you?!"
Amanda, petting his face: "Aw, I appreciate your help."
Duncan, still peeved: "And I'd appreciate being a thousand miles away from you."
Amanda: "You're angry!
Duncan: "How perceptive!"
She growls and bites him on the lip . . .
Duncan: "You, know, Amanda, I want you to know, if it all ends . . . I mean, uh
. . ." He trails off.
Amanda, nodding: "You love me. I know. You always have." They kiss.
Christine: "It's all there. When they appeared, when they disappeared. Names,
aliases, everything."
Clancy: "And the people who entered these files? The Watchers."
Christine: "Don was one of them. He knew."
Clancy: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes . . ." He gets up, determined.
"But, I did."
Christine: "What are you going to do about it?"
Clancy, spreading his arms: "It's the story of the century. More than that, it's
the beginning of the Apocalypse. When this gets out, all hell is going to break
loose." He picks up the phone. Behind him, the door opens slowly, and Kalas
steps through as Clancy is speaking into the phone, telling his secretary to get
him, "Charles White, CIA, Langley, Virginia." Kalas shuts the door loudly behind
and Clancy turns, saying irritably, "Not now! Unless it's urgent."
Kalas: "How's life and death?"
Clancy and Christine turn to look at him in shock.
Nino comes out of - somewhere (it can't really be the window, can it?) -
looking psycho as ever. He throws a knife into the editor's chest, editor
obediently dies, Christine lookson horrified, Kalas saunters over to editor's
body, Nino is making some kind of gurgling noises, Kalas eyes Christine.
Christine: "Dawson sent you."
Kalas: "Hardly, Mrs. Salzer. Hardly."
Pan over to Nino, still looking like a psycho straight from hell, Kalas
indicates Christine, Nino starts grinning even more and making gurgling noises
and walks over hunchbacked over to Christine, holds up a knife in front of her
face, Christine starts screaming . . . fade to black.
Kalas: "Brilliant. You have to admire them. They have files on half the
immortals in Europe here."
Nino, though, is less impressed: "That's what you're after. Bunch of pictures."
Kalas: "That's right, Nino. Pictures of the ones like me. And the ones who watch
them."
Nino: "Somebody's watching you?"
Kalas: "'Was' watching me, Nino. He's dead. But now, I've found the one who sent
him." He leans forward, and pulls up the file of Jacques Vemas.
Amanda: "You know, I have a great idea. Why don't we find a tropical island and
just hole up for the next few decades?"
Duncan looks at her: "Just you and me, huh?"
Amanda: "Yeah. If the rest of the world wants to go to hell then let's let it."
Duncan smiles, then sobers as he senses another immortal. He whips off his
sunglasses, turning around, and turns to the barge as Methos appears from
inside.
Methos: "Thought you'd be packed and on a plane to somewhere."
Amanda: "See?" To Methos, as she walks up the ramp. "I tried that already,
didn't work."
Duncan, following her: "What's up?"
Methos: "Clancy, the editor of the Tribune, is dead. So's Christine Salzer."
Duncan, stepping to him: "How?"
Methos, quickly: "I didn't do it! No, someone got there ahead of me."
Duncan: "The disk."
Methos: "Gone. The computer was wiped clean."
Amanda: "You don't think it was Joe?"
Methos: "No, he had his chance, it wasn't him."
Amanda: "Then who was it?"
Methos: "My guess is one of the Watchers, a local named Vemas."
Duncan: "Has anybody spoken to him?"
Methos: "Not yet, but it wouldn't surprise me if he denied it."
He stops,
breaking off the conversation, as he sees Kalas standing on the path below.
Vemas: "I know you!"
Kalas: "And I know you."
Vemas: "You murdered my friends." He walks to his car.
Kalas: "Oh, let's not get stuck on petty details. You have my files, you know
all about me."
Vemas gets in his car and starts it, then does his darndest to run Kalas down.
He finally succeeds in hitting him, then pulls out a gun and starts shooting as
Kalas runs off. Vemas pursues, driving with one hand while shooting out the
window with the other.
Meanwhile Duncan, pulling up to the gates, hears the
shots being fired. As Vemas continues to pursue Kalas, Duncan drives in,
following the sound of the gunfire. Finally, Vemas manages to nail Kalas with
the car, and gets out. He runs to the body, and, looking around quickly, spots
an axe lying on a nearby woodpile. He picks it up and goes after Kalas, but as
he's raising the axe Kalas's sword whips up, cutting the haft in two. Vemas
spreads his hands, backing away as Kalas gets up, holding his sword to his neck.
Vemas: "I'm not afraid to die."
Kalas: "There are worse things than dying. Let's talk about me!" He presses the
sword closer to Vemas's neck.
Duncan finally arrives at the scene, pulling up beside Vemas's car. He gets out
and finds Vemas's body on the ground. As he stands, he senses Kalas and turns to
find him waiting at the other end of the nearby bridge.
Kalas: "MacLeod. Seems you're always a day late and a dollar short."
Duncan: "You have the files. You killed Clancy and Christine Salzer."
Kalas, walking towards him: "All in a good cause. I did us all a favor. And this
is the way you show your gratitude?"
Duncan: "You're enjoying this."
Kalas: "It's not about enjoyment. It's about power."
Duncan: "In the Game, out of the Game, human, immortal, they're all the same to
you, aren't they? You have no code, no rules."
Kalas: "There are no rules."
Duncan: "Oh, there's one." He draws his sword. "Let's find out, you and me."
Kalas: "Oh, you think so?"
Looks over Mac's shoulder, Mac turns around just as Nino jumps him. Nino and
Mac scuffle, Mac breaks Nino's arm, Nino starts screaming, Kalas rolls his
eyes. (I'm sorry, but in moments like this, you just have to love Kalas!) Nino
falls against Kalas's feet.
Kalas: "Oh, get up."
Nino, sobbing: "It's broken!"
Kalas: "Poor Nino. Does it hurt?" Twists Nino's arm a little. Nino is sobbing,
nods yes. Kalas grabs his neck, chokes him, Nino dies and sinks to the ground.
Meanwhile, Mac is looking on like, 'I can't believe this guy.'
Kalas sighs, brushes his hands. "Not anymore." Looks at Mac. "Now there's just
you and me."
Duncan: "But there can be only one."
Kalas, quickly: "One thing! If I die, everything goes public. Salzer's file is
on my computer. If I'm not there to stop it, it automatically goes out to every
news agency in the world." Duncan stares, stunned. "Marvelous thing,
technology."
Duncan, lunging forward: "You're lying."
Kalas leans back: "I think you know me better than that. Kill me, and you blow
everyone's cover. Everyone. Or, you can lose your head, and save us all. It's
for you to chose." Waits, seeing the indecision on Duncan's face. "What a
dilemma, MacLeod! I'll let you think about it. See just what kind of a hero you
really are." He turns and walks away.
Amanda: "You should have killed him! I-I-I can't believe you had him and you let
him go, that's crazy!"
Duncan, calm: "It's not as simple as all that, Amanda."
Amanda: "I'll tell you what's simple. Dead is simple."
Duncan: "If I kill him all the information on the disk goes public."
Amanda: "Yeah, but what are you going to do, are you just going to stand there
and let him take you?" Duncan doesn't answer, and Amanda stops, looking at him.
"Wait a minute. What are you thinking?" Duncan looks at her, then away. "What
are you gonna--? No you wouldn't do this, would you?" Takes his arm.
Duncan, ruefully: "Got any good ideas?"
Amanda: "Yeah. One. Kill the bastard!"
She turns away, then stops as she senses another immortal. Duncan draws his
sword, then lowers it as Methos strolls up to the barge.
Methos: "Did I miss something?"
Amanda: "Let him tell you." She heads inside. Methos, looking up at Duncan,
shrugs, and Duncan sighs.
Duncan: "Let's take a walk."
Methos: "Clever. We don't know where he is and even if we did he'd feel us
coming and upload the files. Can't see that he's left any doors open."
Duncan: "Just one." Methos looks at him sharply, then takes a deep breath.
Methos: "I was in Rome once. 93 AD, the Coliseum. I saw Christians facing the
lions. Some of them looked almost happy to die for their faith."
Duncan puts a hand on his arm, stopping him: "Your point, or are we just
strolling down memory lane, here?"
Methos: "That afterwards, the only ones looking happy were the lions . . ."
Duncan, moving away: "This isn't about faith!"
Methos: "No, it's about sacrifice. It's a hell of a thing to be a martyr,
MacLeod, and that's what Kalas wants, he's pushing all your buttons."
Duncan: "Well I'm open to suggestions, enlighten me!"
Methos: "Maybe Amanda's right, you fight your best fight."
Duncan: "What, every man for himself and to hell with the rest?"
Methos: "So what if the world finds out? Life is about change, civilizations
rise and fall."
Duncan: "This isn't about civilizations, this is about people. Amanda, Dawson,
Richie. Our world is not an ant farm!"
Methos, shaking his head, amused: "The passion of youth."
Duncan, sulky: "Yeah, boys will be boys."
Methos: "And every cloud has a silver lining."
Duncan, puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Methos: "If you die, Amanda will be free to date." He walks off.
Duncan: "That's a comfort."
Kalas: "Delightful to hear your voice again, my sweet."
Amanda: "Sorry I can't say the same."
Kalas: "Put MacLeod on."
Amanda hesitates: "He's not here right now. But I can take a message."
Kalas: "Listen carefully . . ."
Kalas: "Not very sporting." Points at her as he backs away, warily. "You should
have learned your lesson."
Amanda: "And you should have been more careful shaving. But I can finish the
job."
They fight briefly, Amanda using her long swirling cape to confuse Kalas's
blows, but he doesn't seem discomfited in the least.
Kalas: "Where to now, my sweet?"
Amanda eventually throws the cloak at him, and holds him off long enough to
scramble on top of a platform that's elevated above the rest of the roof.
Amanda: "Come on, Kalas, you afraid of heights?"
Kalas climbs up after her, and soon manages to disarm her.
Kalas gloats: "Auvoir, my sweet. Or should I say, goodbye." (Nice closeup of
Kalas looking all villanous)
She jumps from the platform and runs to the edge of the roof, grabbing onto a
wire from a TV antenna. Across the street, Martin is furiously snapping pictures
as she turns and looks back at Kalas.
Amanda: "Some other time." She slides down the cable, Martin taking pictures the
whole way, then runs off. Kalas watches her go, and Martin turns his camera on
him, then lowers it in shock when he recognizes him. Kalas turns away, and
Martin starts running towards the building.
Amanda: Well at least I tried to do something."
Duncan, angry: "Nobody asked you to. Do you have any idea what happens if that
disk goes public?"
Amanda: "Yes! You stay alive."
Duncan: "Amanda, I know you don't want to listen to anybody, but you're going to
listen to me." While he speaks, Amanda looks down defiantly and he grabs her
arms, shaking her. "Look at me!" He softens, putting his hand on the back of her
neck. "Stay out of this. Please."
Amanda, tight and angry: "Is that the way you want it?"
Duncan: "Yes, I do."
Amanda: "Fine. I'm out of it." She snatches up her coat and leaves.
Joe: "I don't want to hear you don't know where he is. You find him!"
The Watcher scuttles off, and Duncan strolls in.
Duncan: "Hey, Joe, relax, there are ten million people in Paris . . ." He trails
off as he gets a look at the room beyond, the desks and phones and computers and
people milling about, all busy as bees. "I guess you guys can't be everywhere."
Joe: "Well they have to be."
The other Watchers have noticed Duncan by now, and the work stops as one by one,
they turn and stare at him in shock.
Joe, to the room: "That's right! It's Duncan MacLeod! Anybody have a problem
with this?" He shoos them back to their work. "Go on, go on."
Joe to Duncan, quietly: "They can't kill what they can't find."
Duncan: "So much for watching."
Joe sighs regretfully: "He hunts us, we hunt him."
Duncan: "No more rules."
Joe slaps his arm: "Come on, let's go outside." Duncan follows him through the
room, and even though they've resumed work, the other Watchers are still giving
him sidelong glances.
Outside, Joe continues.
Joe: "We didn't start this, Mac, he did. Now, if you find him before we do, can
you beat him?"
Duncan: "Maybe."
Joe: "If you fight to win."
Duncan turns to look at him: "You'd better find that disk."
Joe: "Yes?"
Martin, in a whisper: "Dawson, I've found it. I've found Kalas."
Joe: "Martin? Where's Amanda and where the hell are you?!"
Martin: "I'm inside right now. The disk is in the computer."
Joe, losing his patience: "Where are you?"
Martin: "At Kalas's place, on rue de Mars. As soon as he leaves, I'll get the disk."
Outside Martin's hiding place, Kalas hears the muffled voices, and paces closer,
listening.
Joe, to Duncan: "It's Martin. He's found Kalas's hideout."
Duncan: "Tell him to get out of there, now!"
Joe: "Martin . . ."
Outside the closet, Kalas raises his sword, and turns. Inside, Martin freezes,
listening to Joe. Kalas whips his sword up, then drives the blade backward
through the door, stabbing Martin.
Joe: "Martin!"
Kalas twists the blade and draws it out, the lower half covered in blood. He
moves away from the door, and Martin falls out, dead. Kalas picks up the phone
from his hand, Joe still frantically trying to get Martin to answer him.
Kalas: "It's not that easy, Dawson."
Joe: "You son of a bitch."
Kalas: "Oh, is that any way to talk in front of the dead? I want MacLeod."
Joe, looking right at him: "He's not here."
Kalas: "Then find him. That's what you Watchers do, isn't it? Tell him he meets
me tonight, otherwise, we're all on CNN." He hangs up.
Duncan: "Any news?"
Joe: "Well, we know Martin was on the Rue du Marce near the Eiffel Tower."
Methos takes a seat in front of Mac on his desk.
Joe: "That only leaves about a thousand places Kalas would be."
Duncan: "Any chance of finding him before the deadline?"
Joe shakes his head. "Zip."
Duncan, sounding resigned as hell: "That's it, then."
Joe: "I'm sorry, Mac. It's Kalas' play."
Methos: "And whatever happens, he wins."
Suddenly the phone begins to ring. Nobody moves. Camera focuses in on Methos,
then Mac.
Finally, Methos says, "That would be the phone."
Amanda: "Hi."
Duncan: "Hi."
They stand facing each other, and Amanda looks uncomfortable.
Amanda: "Look, about what happened, I really . . . I'm sorry."
Duncan: "So am I, forget it."
Amanda: "No. About everything. All these years I've been a real pain in the ass
and I--"
Duncan: "You could say that. More than once." He touches her face. "It was worth
it." They start walking.
Amanda: "MacLeod, I know this is a little hokey, but I don't think Rebecca would
mind." She pulls her crystal necklace from her pocket. "There was a time when a
knight never went into battle without a lady's favor, so . . . I'd like you to
have this, for luck." She puts it in his hand. He looks at it, but doesn't say
anything. " I just want you to know, because I really . . ."
Duncan: "I know. You always have."
Amanda: "Always." She kisses him. "Always." She watches him walk away.
Duncan: "You're early."
Kalas: "I'm careful." He turns toward him. "Well, MacLeod. Nobody here but us."
Looks out over the city again. "And I do adore the view."
Duncan, nodding: "It's a good place to die."
Kalas: "So what's it going to be?"
Duncan: "What do you think?"
Kalas: "I think, whatever happens . . ." They both take out their swords. " . .
. it's over."
They fight. Down below, Methos, Joe and Amanda watch from the ground, seeing the
faint sparks from the swords flashing at the top of the tower. Above, Kalas and
Duncan continue to fight, and Duncan wounds Kalas in the arm. Kalas recovers,
and they keep on while the others watch, worried. But finally, Duncan runs Kalas
through.
Duncan: "Hear that, Kalas? That's the fat lady singing. He pulls out the blade,
and Kalas parries a couple more blows, until Duncan finally strikes his blade in
two. Kalas looks up slowly as Duncan raises his katana to strike.
Kalas: "You have me at a disadvantage, MacLeod. But remember, if you do kill me,
you're finished, too."
Duncan: "Maybe it's worth it if it rids the world of you."
Kalas laughs, sneering: "Stay noble, MacLeod. It's what you're good at." He
throws the hilt of his sword down. "Do it!"
But Duncan hesitates, still uncertain. Then he looks up as lighting begins to
form from the storm overhead. He looks at it, then back down at Kalas, his face
taking on an expression of determination.
Duncan: "The Eiffel Tower. The world's biggest lightning rod."
He takes Kalas's head.
Down below, the three observers see the mist start to form, then back to Duncan.
This is a huge Quickening, like 2 minutes long. The lightening strikes
everywhere, not just around Duncan and the tower. It goes all over the city
shorting out televisions, overloading appliances, blowing up phone booths, etc.
One strike overloads the system in Kalas's hideout, and his computer goes up in
a shower of sparks. When the Quickening is over, the lights on the Tower go out,
and the three watchers look up anxiously.
Amanda: "I don't see him, where is he?"
The Tower lights up again, and now they see someone coming down.
Amanda runs to
meet Duncan, throwing her arms around him and kissing him. Behind them, Methos
and Joe exchange an amused glance. Amanda takes Duncan's arm and they all walk
off together, Duncan saying, "That was a big one, wasn't it?"
Joe: "So what do we drink to?"
Methos: "How about the wonders of modern technology?"
Amanda: "To MacLeod. Still in one lovely piece."
Joe: "I'll drink to that."
Duncan: "To Fitzcairn and Paul."
Amanda: "To old friends."
Duncan: "And new ones."
Everyone: "Cheers."
They all drink, and as Duncan walks by Joe stops him.
Joe: "Oh, Mac." He pulls a twisted, melted CD-ROM disk from his pocket. "I
thought you might be interested in this."
Duncan takes the disk: "Better late than never."
Amanda yawns, covering her mouth: "I'm sorry, champagne makes me so sleepy."
Joe to Methos: "Time to leave." Methos downs the rest of his glass.
Amanda: "Oh, no, not on my account."
Methos: "I'll have another, then . . ." He reaches for the bottle, but Amanda
growls and pushes his arm. "Tomorrow." Joe hands him his coat and he pulls it
on. "Come on, buddy. Let's see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into."
Joe: "Good night."
Amanda: "Be goo-od."
Duncan: "Good night, Joe. Good night, Methos."
After they leave, Amanda sits down next to Duncan on the back of the sofa. He
reaches into his pocket, and pulls out the necklace, holding it up to her.
Duncan: "Guess it worked."
Amanda: "Yeah" She takes the necklace back, and clears her throat. "You know,
um, we've said some things that we've never said before. And . . ."
Duncan: "You want me to take them back?"
Amanda pretends to think it over: "No. Not tonight." She kisses him, and they
both go tumbling back on the floor.