Catherine - [hands wrapped bouquet to customer] Bon soir, Madame Leroux.

Leroux - Merci.

Catherine - À bientôt. [escorts Leroux out, turns to Anton as he responds to 'buzz'] It's one of them, isn't it? Anton, you can't go. Not tonight.

Anton - It would be another night, or another.

Catherine - Please don't go.

Anton - We always knew it would find us someday, Catherine, and that we'd face it together. This is that day.

Anton - [exits building, sees Xavier standing by black van. Xavier's left hand is a metal claw.] Aren't you a little unarmed for this?

Xavier - I wouldn't say so. You know, I used to use gas.

[Xavier tosses metal cylinder onto the carpet. The cylinder begins emitting thick yellow smoke & flames. Security guard falls down. Everyone else in store collapses.]

Xavier - [voice-over] But gas is so inelegant. So indiscriminate.

(resume previous scene)

Xavier - Hardly a gentleman's weapon. I found something so much better.

Anton - Have you?

[Xavier opens side door of van. Two masked men with automatic weapons jump out and start shooting at Anton. They jump back in the van and it drives away.]

Anton - [lying on the ground] Who are you?

Xavier - Death. [beheads Anton]

[Xavier drives through garage following similar dark van. Both stop, wait as Jason enters garage & walks to his car. Xavier approaches him and Jason senses 'buzz'.]

Jason - [looks at Xavier's claw] Oh, someone was careless.

Xavier - Terribly. I had to have all my suits altered. [raises his sword. Two masked men with automatic guns get out of back of van.]

Jason - This is wrong. It's against all the rules. You can't.

Xavier - Oh, but I can.

[As Jason reaches into his car trunk for his sword, the two mercenaries open fire, then jump back into the van and it drives away.]

Xavier - There can be only one. [beheads Jason]

Silhouette - That's him. That's Duncan Macleod. ¹
 

DM - Can you imagine that? Stuck in the ice for two years.

Charlie - [chuckles] Oh, man.

DM - The St. Roch, the first ship to sail the Northwest Passage. Yeah, it had a crew of eight -- not all of them made it. Took them twenty-seven months.

Charlie - You're not reading this somewhere, are you?

DM - Well, I must have somewhere.

Charlie - Twenty-seven months... guys must really have learned to depend on each other. You know, I never thanked you.

DM - Is this a generic thank you, or did I do something?

Charlie - Well, you know, for keeping the dojo open and not letting it become a mini-mall or something like that.

DM - [stops, turns] Charlie, it was just good business.

[Behind them, a man who was walking intently suddenly stops and just as intently studies the nearby ship.]

Charlie - Oh, yeah. Well, you forget I know how much money we're not making, okay?

<DM - [stops suddenly, acts dizzy] Oh.

Charlie - What?

DM - Ooh, wow.

Charlie - What's the matter?

DM - Nothing. Why don't you just go ahead. CUT

Charlie - Aw, come on, are you sure?

DM - No, no, I'm fine. [jokingly] I must be just a little seasick, I guess. I'll catch up.

Charlie - All right.>

DM - Ooh. [moves to sit on stairs as Charlie walks away, waits for the man, Davis, to pass by stairs] Why were you following me?

Davis - [tries to hit DM, but DM quickly gets him into a headlock] What the hell's the matter with you, mister?

DM - [pulling Davis toward the exit] I said, why were you following me?

Davis - I wasn't following anybody. I was just taking a walk.

DM - [as Davis struggles] Don't! I'll break it!

Charlie - [as DM strong-arms Davis outside] MacLeod, what the hell are you doing?

DM - He was tailing us!

Charlie - Come on, let him go, man. This is a friend of mine. Rick Davis. We served together.

CUT

DM - [lets Davis go] Sorry. MAYBE I made a mistake.

Davis - Damn right you did. [to Charlie] This guy a friend of yours?

Charlie - Yeah, I'm afraid so. Look, Rick Davis, meet Duncan MacLeod. [DM walks off in the middle of the introduction.]

Davis - Once was enough.

Charlie - What are you doing here? I thought you'd be in Mogadishu or someplace, getting a tan behind some sandbags, man.

Davis - It was time to get out.

Charlie - Will wonders never cease. Ricky Davis goes private? CUT

Davis - Look, DeSalvo, I got to go. [nods toward DM] I think you should check out some new friends.

[short time later]

Charlie - [catches up to DM] MacLeod, wait up. You mind telling me what the hell that was all about?

DM - Nothing.

Charlie - Nothing, my ass. You always say it's nothing, and it's always something.

DM - Charlie, maybe I was wrong, but I thought he was following me. CUT

Joe - [exits elevator] Glad you were home.

<DM - You want a drink?

Joe - Yes, please.

DM - Brandy?

Joe - That'd be nice, thank you.> CUT

DM - You said you wanted to talk.

Joe - Something strange is happening, MacLeod. I really don't know that I believe this, myself.

DM - Well, go on. [hands Joe a glass]

Joe - Thanks. In the last few days, two Immortals have been killed. One of them was your friend, Anton Legris.

DM - These things happen.

Joe - Never like this -- not in over a thousand years. These killings were set up by mortals.

DM - Go on.

Joe - Well, Anton died in Paris, and a Jason Talbot died in New York. They were shot first, and then beheaded by an Immortal. They were working together.

DM - How can you be certain it's an Immortal?

Joe - Our people were there right after the Quickening. The killings were identical.

DM - And the Immortal?

Joe - Mmm. We haven't identified him yet.

<DM - Why are you telling me all this? CUT

Joe - I thought you'd want to know.> [sets down glass] You watch yourself, MacLeod. [leaves]

[DM picks up knight from chess board and studies it.]

Auric - [holding same chess piece] For once, the pupil bests the teacher. Beat that. [sets chess piece on board]

DM - [moves a piece] Checkmate.

Auric - I'm going to be chief of clan. My father pays you to teach me to wage war, not play games.

DM - This is an ancient game played by warriors, Master Auric. It IS about war, and about rules.

Auric - The rules be damned. They're only meant to be broken.

DM - Some rules are unbreakable, Master Auric.

Auric - Not for me.

DM - Those pieces will soon be real men on the field of battle. How will you lead them?

Auric - They'll learn to fear me.

DM - Then they will only fight for you. If they love you, they will die for you.

Auric - You talk like an old woman.

DM - [senses 'buzz' as Michel approaches] I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

<Michel - CUT I am Michel de Burgoyne.>

Auric - Dead is what you'll be, if you do not leave these lands!

Michel - So young to be such a buffoon.

Auric - You'll pay for this insolence.

Michel - [snickers] Is he always like this? Deal with the boy, MacLeod. Ours is not a show to be seen.

DM - [to Auric] We'll discuss this later. Now go.

Auric - If you're a coward, I'll cut him down myself. [starts to pull out his sword]

DM - Hold your sword! And go! I spoke of unbreakable rules, and this is one of them. Our fight is one-on-one. No one can interfere!

Auric - I can do what I like. If you're not man enough... [pulls sword] <CUT I'll defend him myself.>

DM - [punches Auric out] Now, Michel du Burgoyne, where were we? [begins fight]

(resume previous scene)

[DM studies chess board, walks to elevator.]

[Black van pulls up, rear doors open.]

DM - Charlie, something's come up. I might be going away for a while.

Charlie - Hey, you going to grab some R and R? [off DM's look] No, I didn't think so. Anybody calls, where do I tell them you've gone, man?

DM - Just tell them you don't know.

Charlie - Well, that'll be easy enough.

DM - [senses 'buzz'] Charlie, get out of here.

Charlie - MacLeod, if I were you, I would seriously reconsider that R and R. [Xavier appears at dojo entrance wearing formal coat and top hat.] Sorry, brother, the, uh... the opera's on the other side of town. We're closed.

Xavier - [steps forward into the light] Even for an old friend?

[DM sees Xavier's claw.]

DM - [to Xavier, who is creeping around on the deck] I've been waiting for you. [Xavier looks up.] Don't bother with the gas. There's nobody home.

Xavier - [holding gas canister] You do turn up most unexpectedly, MacLeod.

DM - I think we both expected this.

Xavier - I'm just trying to earn a few francs. [puts gas canister in pocket] After all, a man's got to live. [draws sword]

DM - Not necessarily. [attacks]

[As fight progresses, Xavier pulls out gas canister again & holds it aloft in his left hand. DM responds by slicing the hand from Xavier's arm. Xavier screams.]

(resume previous scene)

DM - You're a long way from home, Xavier.

Xavier - Home is where the head is... or don't you agree?

DM - Sorry, but I have company.

Xavier - We've so much to talk about.

Charlie - Oh, no problem. You guys want to talk, I've got other things to do.

Xavier - Don't go. You know what they say -- the more, the merrier. [Two masked men with guns enter behind him.]

DM - Go! [He and Charlie run and dive into office as the men open fire.]

Charlie - An old friend?

[Mercenaries finally stop firing.]

Xavier - Make sure.

[The mercenaries reload with new clips, start firing again.]

Charlie - [hiding under desk] The phone, man. [DM pulls phone off desk, but it's shot to pieces.] Aw, jeez.

[DM crawls to wall, pulls fire alarm.]

CUT

Xavier - Boys! [leaves with mercenaries]

Charlie - I don't think your friend likes you.

DM - What makes you say that?
 

Xavier - You know why I hate sloppy work, Davis? Sloppy work leaves trails, and trails lead to me.

Davis - How could I know he'd be with MacLeod? It was a million-to-one shot.

Xavier - I guess it wasn't your lucky day.

Davis - It'll be okay. DeSalvo vouched for me, and MacLeod believed him.

Xavier - Perhaps, but MacLeod shouldn't have had to believe him. MacLeod shouldn't have seen you at all.

Davis - Look, I did the best I could.

Xavier - I know you did, Davis, and that's a shame, because if that's the best you can do...

Davis - Hey, man, I made a mistake. What are you going to do, kill me?

Xavier - Sounds good to me.

Detective - [offscreen] If it's evidence, put it in the bag.

DM - [as detectives leave] Thanks. Hope you find them.

Charlie - Maybe they'd find them a little easier if you told them the whole story.

DM - Really? Did I leave something out?

Charlie - Nothing important. Just the part about the guy with one arm who started the whole thing.

DM - His name is Xavier St. Cloud, and he's not for the police.

Charlie - Oh! Not for the police? Oh, really?

DM - Charlie, you're gonna have to trust me on this.

Charlie - How the hell can I trust you when I don't even know what's going on?

DM - The only thing you have to know is that this is personal.

Charlie - Fine. Well, then, you can have him, but I want a piece of those other guys!

DM - All right. Got any ideas?

Charlie - Yeah. The way they moved -- they had to be, uh, Berets, Rangers, something like that.

DM - That's what I thought. And if you were looking for a wet-work team, where would you start?

Charlie - Davis.

DM - Maybe he didn't. [They enter the building.] ²

Charlie - [knocks on door] Rick? Rick, you in there? It's Charlie DeSalvo. [enters unlocked apartment with DM] Hey, Rick? [finds Rick dead in recliner]

DM - Get your hands off. [pulls handkerchief from pocket] Here. Wipe them off. [checks corpse as Charlie wipes his prints from recliner] He's been dead a few hours. [takes handkerchief back] His body temperature's dropped. Looks like rigor mortis has set in. [picks up empty syringe with handkerchief] And he got off on more than danger.

Charlie - No way, man. He never touched the stuff.

DM - Go. [pushes Charlie toward the door]

Charlie - Look, he hated needles. He couldn't even handle a flu shot.

DM - Then somebody handled it for him. Come on. [They leave.]

Joe - Yeah. Whatever you say. ³

Delaney - Excuse me.

DM - Is everything all right?

Delaney - Yeah, it's fine. Actually, it's not fine. It's a mess. I was just wondering... would you, you know, do the guy thing?

DM - 'Do the guy thing'?

Delaney - Yeah. Help my engine. ^A

DM - What seems to be the problem?

Delaney - Three thousand pounds of ugly tin just doesn't like me.

DM - Let's take a look.

Delaney - Is it okay?

DM - [from under hood] It's perfect, if you're not going anywhere. [closes hood] You lost the hose to your fuel pump.

Delaney - I don't believe this. How am I going to get all this stuff home? [opens rear hatch of car, revealing three paper grocery bags]

DM - Well, maybe I could drop you somewhere. [off her look] Well, don't worry, I don't bite. In fact, I haven't had to wear a muzzle in years.

Delaney - Okay. Can you help me with some of these?

DM - Sure.

Delaney - [hands two bags to DM] One more. [hands him the third] I don't know why, but machines seem to hate me. The feeling's mutual.

DM - [walks toward T-bird] Well, not everyone's a mechanic.

Delaney - I'm Renee Delaney.

DM - [his arms full of bags] Duncan MacLeod.

Delaney - [laughs, motions at bags] I can't shake your hand.

DM - [reaches T-bird] Here, can you hold that? [hands off third bag]

Delaney - All right. You're not from around here, are you? I'm usually pretty good at accents. I can't place you.

DM - [putting bags in back seat] I travel around so much, sometimes I forget, myself.

Delaney - I bet you're an army guy.

DM - What makes you say that?

Delaney - I know the look. I was an army brat. Grew up with uniforms. [hands last bag back to DM] We must've moved ten times if we moved once.

<DM - Few years in Texas? CUT

Delaney - Dallas. Ten years.>

DM - A stint in Iowa, too, I'd say.

Delaney - Kansas. It was way too long. But how'd you know all that?

DM - Oh, I'm pretty good with accents myself.

DM - [getting out of T-bird] You're a very funny lady.

Delaney - Thank you.

DM - [gets grocery bag out of back seat] So, you cooking dinner for your boyfriend?

Delaney - Oh, no. I'm fixing dinner for my mother. Well, thank you so much, Duncan. I don't know what I would have done.

DM - Called a taxi, probably.

Delaney - But it wouldn't have been as much fun. Sugar, you mind holding this? [hands over bag]

DM - Sure.

Delaney - [unlocks front door, enters apartment] Now, I want you to know, ordinarily, I don't let strange men in my apartment.

DM - [enters, moves past her] Unless you trust them?

Delaney - No. [pulls out gun, cocks it] Unless I have a gun.

DM - Tsk, tsk, tsk. What would Mother say?
 

[upstairs, a few minutes later]

DM - And I thought we were getting along so well.

Delaney - This is business.

DM - I wonder whose.

Delaney - Look, I'll ask the questions here, MacLeod.

DM - Duncan -- we're on a first-name basis, remember?

Delaney - Okay, DUNCAN. Why did you kill Richard Davis?

DM - You followed me from his apartment.

Delaney - Answer the question.

DM - Davis was dead when we found him.

Delaney - Then why didn't you call the cops?

DM - Did you? He died hours before we got there, but you already know that.

Delaney - Maybe. What I don't know is, is who you really are.

DM - I told you that already in the car. You didn't need a gun then, either. [moves toward her]

Delaney - Don't do anything stupid.

DM - Actually, I was just leaving.

Delaney - What makes you think I won't use this?

DM - Because you don't think I'm guilty. Besides, this apartment is strictly government issue. What are you? Army intelligence? [confidently] Criminal Investigation Division. [reaches into his pocket] When you're going to use an unmarked car, remember to take the army maintenance sticker off the air filter. [holds up sticker, then looks at it] Actually, you're due for a tune-up, Miss Delaney. Or is it Sergeant? Oh, no, I forgot -- it must be Special Agent Delaney. C.I.D. doesn't like rank, do they? Wouldn't be right for a corporal to arrest a general, would it?

Delaney - If you knew this was a setup, why did you come along?

DM - Because I want to know who's following me. Were you investigating Davis when he was killed?

Delaney - I'm afraid that's classified.

DM - Well, that's too bad. When it's not, call me. We can have dinner some time. [leaves]

Charlie - [as DM looks in] Got a minute?

DM - Sure.

Charlie - I just want you to know I'll be leaving in the morning.

DM - Charlie, we can fix this place up.

Charlie - Sure. I used to dream about this place, MacLeod. Took me five years to get the down payment together. But this isn't about the dojo. You asked me to trust you before. When are you going to start trusting me?

DM - Charlie, I don't know everything.

Charlie - Yes, but you do know something.

DM - All right, I'm not going to lie to you, and I'm not going to make up stories. Xavier's going to keep coming until he kills me, or until I kill him. We fought each other before.

Charlie - You cut off his arm, didn't you? No wonder he's pissed.

DM - So, you going to help me rebuild this place?

Charlie - How can we? It barely makes a profit.

DM - You let me worry about the money. CUT

Charlie - Like new?

DM - Like it was.

Joe - This is Barton. He's been keeping an eye on Xavier.

DM - I told you, I didn't want your people involved.

Joe - Well, we do what we have to do.

Barton - If you don't want this guy, that's fine with me.

DM - Do you know where he is?

Barton - No. But I know where he'll be.

Xavier - Are you sure he'll come?

Horton - [initially off screen, then hidden in shadows] He'll come. He still trusts Dawson. And Dawson trusts our young friend here. Isn't that so?

Barton - [steps forward into the light] He'll be here.

Xavier - And so will I. CUT

Charlie - [as DM exits elevator in black turtle neck and trench coat] It's about time. I could use some help cleaning up.

DM - I'm in a hurry, Charlie.

Charlie - Well, I guess what they say is true. Black is never out of style.

DM - [keeps walking] This isn't your fight.

Charlie - No? You're going to tell me this isn't about the other night?

DM - Listen, Charlie--

Charlie - No, no, no, you listen, man. This is not just about Xavier St. Cloud. This is about a special ops team, and that is something that I know about. They nearly killed me, and they did kill Davis. Now, he and I served together, and that means something to me. Now, whether you like it or not, I can't get in much deeper than this.

DM - Sorry, Charlie.

[DM drops by rope from ceiling, knocks out the two mercenaries. <Charlie drops in after him.]

Charlie - [as DM turns, ready to strike] Hey, hey, MacLeod. CUT

DM - What are you doing here, Charlie?

Charlie - I told you, man, I want a piece of these guys.

DM - [re rappelling harness] Get this off me.

Charlie - Where are they?

DM - It's not your business. Get out of here.

Charlie - No way, MacLeod. No way. [as DM stops suddenly] What?

DM - [punches him] Sorry, Charlie, but I told you this is my business. [drags unconscious Charlie into side room, returns to main area & senses 'buzz'. Xavier steps out from behind column.] Different rules. Different styles.

Xavier - Different strokes for different folks. [attacks]

[They fight. Charlie comes out of side room and watches them from the shadows. Xavier disarms DM, DM does some fancy acrobatics and gets his sword back.> They fight some more, then DM disarms Xavier.]

Horton - MacLeod!

DM - [looks up] Horton?

[Horton shoots DM in the chest several times. As Xavier moves in for the kill, Charlie runs forward. Horton shoots him. DM falls into open elevator shaft.]

Horton - We've got to go.

Xavier - I want his head.

Horton - You'll have your chance.

[Xavier looks into shaft, then steps over Charlie's body and leaves.]
 

[later]

Detective - I'm going in. Cover me! [enters warehouse, followed by Delaney and another man] ^B

Delaney - [kneels by Charlie, feels for pulse] He's alive. Get an ambulance.

PA - Doctor Ford, {??}

Delaney - Well, well. I was wondering when you were going to show.

DM - [ignores her, goes to receptionist] I'm looking for someone who just got admitted.

Delaney - I think we have some things to talk about.

DM - Not now!

Delaney - Look, MacLeod--

DM - Not here! [to receptionist] His name is DeSalvo. Charlie DeSalvo.

Surgeon - You're looking for Mr. DeSalvo?

DM - Yeah. How is he?

Surgeon - Not good. He's lost a lot of blood. We'll do the best we can. Does he have relatives here?

DM - No. I'm his friend.

Surgeon - There's a place you can wait just down the hall. Could be awhile.

PA - Doctor Ford, 4-1-3-7. Dr. Ford, 4-1-3-7.

Delaney - You were with him, weren't you? What were you doing there, MacLeod? Look, I want to know everything you know and I want to know now, starting with who you're working for.

DM - Go away.

Delaney - Who the hell do you think you're talking to?

DM - I'm not in the mood. I have a friend who might be dying in there.

Delaney - Not in the mood? Well, that's too bad. He's alive because I found him.

DM - Thanks!

Delaney - Hey, I deserve more than that. Maybe if you'd been in the mood before, he wouldn't be on that table right now.

DM - Listen, lady, I don't need this from you!

Delaney - Too close to home, MacLeod?

George - Excuse me, this is a hospital. If you want to argue, could you take it somewhere else, please?

PA - Dr. Hayes, 4-2-3-9.

DM - [as Charlie wakes up] Welcome back.

Charlie - We're dead.

DM - Do I look like an angel to you, Charlie? We're alive. Both of us.

Charlie - I saw you take one in the heart. I know I did.

DM - Charlie...

Charlie - Tell me... I'm wrong.

DM - You're not wrong, Charlie. You saw what you saw.

Charlie - What are you, MacLeod? What in God's name are you?

DM - It's hard to explain.

Charlie - Try. This time, don't say it's nothing. I want you to tell me... before I die, MacLeod.

DM - You're not going to die, Charlie. [Charlie closes his eyes and heart monitor flatlines.] Charlie? Charlie? Charlie!

[ER nurses bring in crash cart and kick DM out.]

Delaney - [enters, sits by DM] Praying?

DM - I'm waiting.

Delaney - I'm sorry about what I said. It was a cheap shot. I hope your friend makes it.

DM - It's a good place to hope.

Delaney - [nods toward cross at front] You believe in that?

DM - I believe there's an order in the universe. That there's purpose. That things eventually fit. Even if you can't see how or why.

Delaney - When I was little, I used to think God was this old guy with a long beard who'd live forever.

DM - Has to be more than that.

Delaney - I prayed for someone once. I prayed for days and... it didn't work. [DM looks over at Delaney for a beat. ^C] Guess no one was listening.

DM - "He works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform." (CUT) That's the "why" part. Hopefully, someday you get to understand.

Delaney - If I live four hundred years?

DM - Sometimes it takes longer than that.

Delaney - What do I do with you, MacLeod?

DM - You let me finish this alone.

Surgeon - We removed two bullets from his chest cavity but there's still one lodged near his spine. He was going into cardiac arrest. We had to close him up.

DM - When can you go back in?

Surgeon - We'll know in a day or two. I'm sorry. [leaves]

Joe - [enters hallway] MacLeod. I heard about Charlie. I can't tell you--

DM - Don't you even say his name! You're the reason he's here.

Joe - What are you talking about?

DM - You set me up! Xavier and the mercenaries -- they were waiting for us. And so was Horton.

Joe - That's impossible. You know Horton's dead.

DM - He wasn't last night.

Joe - You're seeing things, MacLeod. He's dead and buried.

George - Would be my pleasure. ⁴

[DM enters, shines flashlight on plaque: JAMES HORTON 1945-1993. Plaque to the left reads: DAVID E. DAWSON 1885-1937. Plaque below reads: MARY HORTON 1945-{??}. DM hits Horton's plaque with sledgehammer.]

[Flashes of Horton, from "The Watchers", in warehouse with Joe behind him.]

[DM continues to pound on the plaque.]

[Flashes from the same warehouse scene -- of Horton pointing a gun at DM, shooting him, then of DM stabbing Horton with his sword.]

[Finally, DM breaks apart the door of the tomb, the pieces falling away, followed by a flash of Horton falling to the floor of the warehouse. DM shines his flashlight beam into the tomb. It is empty.]

Horton - [from behind him] What's the problem, MacLeod? [DM turns to face him.] No one home? I knew you'd come. You've always been so predictable.

DM - I think it's about time you joined the rest of your family. [raises the sledgehammer]

Horton - Holy ground, MacLeod. Shame on you. You're forgetting the rules. I tried to get Xavier to come, but even he wouldn't kill here.

DM - Does this make you feel important, Horton? Powerful? Is that what this is all about?

Horton - This is not about me, MacLeod. This is about you. You and your kind. You're an abomination.

DM - And what does that make you?

Horton - I'm the man you can't kill. Frustrated? I know I would be in your position. How would you like to kill me? With your sword? No, I think you'd prefer to do it with your bare hands. Feel the life drain away from me.

DM - And what about Xavier? How'd you find him?

Horton - That was easy. He's not exactly a low-profile type. I shot him and I was just about to cut his head off, when I realized he could lead me to you.

DM - And let me guess, you told him you'd make sure he'd be the last Immortal.

Horton - And he believed me. Rather an unholy alliance, wouldn't you say?

DM - I wouldn't underestimate him.

Horton - I won't. CUT

DM - What about Dawson? How much does he know?

Horton - We're family. [backs quickly out of crypt and locks DM in]

DM - [uses sledgehammer to open doors. Horton is nowhere in sight.] Damn.

DM - Great. Thanks. ⁵

[DM watches Joe get into car and drive off.]

[Joe walks down dock to small boat, the Night Owl, gets on.]

Man - [offscreen] Here he comes.

Horton - [greets Joe on boat] Good to see you, Joe.

Man - [offscreen, as DM runs down dock] Cast off!

[Engine starts, boat pulls away as DM reaches end of dock.]

Delaney - Who were they?

DM - No one.

Delaney - Look, you can't keep doing this by yourself. You're not the Lone Ranger. Hey, just give me a minute, please. Look, I got Army Intelligence computers, informants, yet every time I get somewhere, you're always one step ahead of me. What's going on, MacLeod? Who are you?

DM - You wouldn't understand.

Delaney - Is this personal? I mean, besides what happened to your friend?

DM - Something like that.

Delaney - Hey, maybe we can help each other. We don't have to be enemies.

DM - You don't want to be my friend, Renee. [opens hood of T-bird] Look what happened to Charlie.

Delaney - You can't do this by yourself.

DM - I can't do it any other way. [removes tracking device from engine] Mind your sleeve. [closes hood] Don't follow me again. [hands device to Delaney, gets in T-bird]
 

DM - How's Horton? [steps forward] You remember Horton? The man that was dead and buried. The ghost. We don't believe in ghosts, do we, Dawson?

Joe - [joins DM on porch] I knew you'd come.

DM - What? Like Horton said, I'm so predictable? How long have you worked with him?

Joe - I'm not. I never did. Look, after you fought with Horton, I had to take him to the hospital. He was dying.

DM - Now we both know he lived.

Joe - Yeah. He surprised us all. But I made sure he was through with the Watchers, MacLeod. No one was to contact him, not even his own people. He was an outcast.

DM - Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me?

Joe - Because I knew you'd kill him.

DM - Don't you think he deserved it? CUT

Joe - I've known the man for twenty-five years. He's my sister's husband. I couldn't just let him die. He said he just wanted to leave the country, live quietly.

DM - And you lied to me about that.

Joe - I didn't even know he was here until you said you saw him. I had to find out why he came back.

DM - I'll tell you why he came back. To kill Immortals. Horton buys the mercenaries and Xavier takes the heads.

Joe - I swear, MacLeod, I didn't know.

DM - <And what would you have done if you did? CUT [Joe has no answer.]> Next time I see you will be the last. [leaves]

To Be Continued...