[Horton slides gun across table to Pete.]

Horton - It's time for you to be a hero again.

[Pete rides up on a motorcycle.]

Pete - Come on, get on.

RR - You got it, man.

[The Hunters shoot at them as they drive away, hitting Pete in the arm.]

RR - You should have seen this guy, Mac. He was awesome.

[DM notices burn mark on Pete's arm.]

DM - Did you see his wrist? He's got a scar. Like he had a tattoo removed, and not very long ago.

[Lisa escorted by guards through prison.]

Lisa - Hey, what's happening here?

["Victim" shoots the second guard.]

Lisa - Great.

["Injured man" cuts chain.]

Lisa - [being dragged to waiting car] You're going to regret this.

Victim - Just get in.

Lisa - [climbs into back seat, followed by "victim"] Okay, I'm impressed. Now tell me where you're taking me. I said, tell me--

Pete - [in driver's seat, turns around and points his gun at her] You want to live? Shut up.

Surgeon - Cheekbones are about right, but the skin color, eyes, and nose will need some work. [waves toward her chest] And so will these.

Horton - But you CAN do it?

Surgeon - Of course.

Lisa - Are you going to tell me what's going on here or do I have to guess?

Horton - A little surgery. [later, to vocal coach] Even MacLeod has a weakness. I've found the right weapon. Now it must function... perfectly.

Pete - Well, I blew it. I got the kid on my side, but MacLeod doesn't trust me.

RR - Mac, he's just a regular guy.

DM - He's one of them, okay? Listen to me. Listen to me. He's one of them. Now do you want to stay alive or not?

[RR & DM watch as passenger in car shoots Pete.]

RR - Pete. [Pete's body on the quay.] He's dead. You just couldn't be wrong, could you?

Horton - The minor actors have played their roles, Lisa. Now it's up to the star.

[The Surgeon finishes unwrapping the bandages from Lisa's head.]

Horton - You've done a great job, doctor. She's exactly like Tessa.
 

[A man hands out roses to the mourners, including RR.]

Priest - {French} Alléluia, alléluia. J'suis d'revive la vie. {French} Alléluia. {French} Alléluia, alléluia. ¹ Donné-lui, Seigneur, le repos éternel. Et que brille à jamais sur lui les ténèbres. Amen.

[DM joins the mourners, standing near RR.]

RR - What are you doing here?

DM - Paying my respects.

RR - A bit sooner, Pete might still be alive.

[later]

[At Tessa's grave. Headstone reads: TESSA NOEL 1958-1993]

DM - CUT You know how you think you know things? Well, I just didn't trust this kid. I was so sure. Now he's dead, and I don't know what I'm sure about anymore. Maybe after you live four hundred years, you just forget what it's like to be human. You always had such a great way of reminding me, Tess.

[Mark shoots Tessa. DM runs out, kneels by Tessa's body, cradles it gently.]

(resume previous scene)

DM - Oh, I miss you. [sees Lisa walking through the fog] Tess? [Lisa disappears behind a shrub in the fog. DM walks through the rows of gravestones toward where she disappeared. He looks around, then spots her walking toward the cemetery entrance. ² He frowns, peers through the fog. She glances back toward him, then exits. RR approaches DM.] Did you see her?

RR - See who? Mac... what are you talking about?

DM - Nothing.

[Lisa stands nearby as Horton watches the bridge through binoculars. On the bridge, DM & RR meet with Joe.]

CUT

DM - I'm not in any mood for games, Dawson. Who are you talking about?

Joe - Someone in Paris is accessing our computers. Files, records, everything. Bank funds are being transferred and even I can't trace them.

DM - Well, it's the nineties. Computer theft is a growth industry.

Joe - I know. And that's why we designed our system to be bulletproof.

DM - We?

Joe - Horton and I. We designed it together.

[meanwhile]

Horton - Well, well. Better than I expected. First MacLeod and the boy, and now Dawson. The ducks are lining up, Lisa. [looks back through binoculars]

Lisa - You're not paying me for the others.

Horton - I'll look after the others. You just concentrate on MacLeod.

[on the bridge]

CUT

RR - You shot Horton at point blank range, and you both saw him die.

DM - We both saw him hit the river. No body was ever found.

Joe - Maybe I'm a lousy shot, all right?

DM - Or maybe he wore a Kevlar vest. Like you said, he always left a way out.

CUT

RR - You think Dawson's right.

DM - Horton is as good a survivor as he is a killer, and now it all fits.

RR - What fits?

DM - Horton and your friend Pete.

<RR - CUT Pete? Pete is dead! Horton is alive! One's got nothing to do with the other. You won't leave it alone, will you? [leaves]>

Joe - Look, I'll, uh... I'll keep in touch.

DM - Dust?

Alphonso - [wiping down interior of car] Fingerprints. This owner would rather have someone touch his wife than this car.

DM - Well, actually I was thinking of a different owner -- the one with the silver Aston Martin we discussed.

Alphonso - Oh, yes, yes, yes, I remember. You wanted a personal recommendation. Well?

DM - Well, it seems he moved. I didn't talk to him. I was wondering if there was a forwarding address somewhere.

Alphonso - Not that I know of.

DM - Too bad. <If he does contact you, you can reach me here. [hands him a card]

Alphonso - Absolutely, Mr. [reads card] ...MacLeod.> CUT

[DM sees Lisa again through dealership window and follows her.]

DM - [approaches Lisa from behind] Excuse me. [pulls Lisa away as car almost hits her]

Driver - Tourist!

DM - Who are you?

Lisa - That's none of your business. You almost got me killed. [DM checks her wrists for tattoos.] Let go of me!

DM - I'm sorry.

Lisa - [picking up her dropped portfolio] What are you staring at? Oh, I know. This is the part where you say I remind you of someone else, right?

DM - Why were you at the cemetery this morning?

Lisa - How did you know?

DM - I saw you. I was there.

Lisa - Is that what this is? You've been following me?

DM - No. What were you doing there?

Lisa - I was visiting my father's grave. Why were you there?

DM - I was seeing someone, too. [flash of Tessa's face] Um, I'm sorry.

Lisa - Look, you seem like a nice guy, and I really don't know what this is all about, but I have to go.

DM - What's your name?

Lisa - Lisa Millon.

DM - I'm Duncan. Duncan MacLeod.

Lisa - Nice to meet you. Well, I'm late.

DM - Um, can we have lunch sometime, perhaps?

Lisa - I don't think so.

DM - Maybe some other time?

Lisa - Uh, I'm afraid not.

CUT

DM - I love you.

Tessa - That's it? Most people would be happy.

DM - I'm not most people, Tess.

Tessa - I know. If you were, I wouldn't love you so much.

DM - Tess? If you stay with me, your life's not going to be like anyone else's. And it'll never be the same.

Tessa - It's already not the same. I eat, drink, and sleep you, Duncan. I want you... forever.

DM - You're sure?

Tessa - More than I've ever been.

DM - Then you have to know everything about me. No secrets. Everything.

Tessa - Tell me. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter.

DM - It might. [turns around holding small gun] Trust me?

Tessa - Yeah.

DM - I want you to promise me something.

Tessa - What?

DM - [cocks gun] That you won't call anybody, no matter what happens. Promise me.

Tessa - What... what are you doing?

DM - Promise me. Promise me!

Tessa - Okay. [DM shoots himself.] Aah! Duncan! Oh! Duncan! Duncan! My God! Duncan! [runs for the phone] Emergency. Emergency! Hurry, please.

DM - [reaches up and disconnects call] You had to see it to believe that it's real.

Tessa - Believe what? I don't understand.

DM - I can't die, Tessa.

Tessa - Never?

DM - I'm not like others. I was born Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod four hundred years ago in the Highlands of Scotland.

Tessa - What are you?

DM - I'm Immortal. [Tessa watches as Quickening energy closes the bullet hole.] I'm human. Just like you. But I don't age. I fought in the American Civil War. I survived the reign of terror in the French Revolution when they still burned witches at the stake. Does it scare you?

Tessa - No. I was just thinking how lonely you must be. Your parents, your friends, having them all die -- and your children.

DM - I can't have children, and you won't have any, either. That's the price you'll pay for being with me. You still love me?

Tessa - How could I stop?

(resume prev scene)

[DM looks at card dropped by Lisa: "Fabric Designs, Ltd"]

Lisa - [accepts bouquet of roses, looks at card] You're such a romantic, MacLeod. [Camera zooms in on Lisa's face as animal growls in background.]

DM - [looking at photos, hears knock at door and puts them away] Yeah? [Lisa enters.] Hi.

Lisa - Hi. I got the flowers. You didn't have to.

DM - No, I didn't. You didn't have to come, either.

Lisa - No, I didn't. That lunch invitation -- is it still good for dinner? CUT

<DM - Yeah. Do you mind if I change first?

[Lisa shakes her head, watches as he quickly changes into something nicer.]> ³

RR - Mac... I need to talk to you for a second. I've been doing a lot of thinking about Pete and all that business, and I just... [Lisa turns around and RR freezes.]

DM - Uh, Lisa Millon, this is Richie Ryan.

Lisa - Hi.

RR - Hi.

DM - I'm sorry. Um, you really do look like someone we know.

Lisa - I guess you weren't kidding.

DM - No, I wasn't. [to RR as Lisa gets into car] Later.

RR - [watches them drive away] Yeah. Sure.
 

Lisa - After art school, I did two years at the Sorbonne and then to Florence for postgraduate work. I met a guy, got married, got divorced, and that's the story of my life. Any more questions?

DM - Not at the moment.

Lisa - Good. For a minute, I thought you were going to ask me my mother's maiden name.

DM - What is it? [off her look] I'm just joking. [to waiter topping off his wine glass] Merci.

DM - You make it. [pulls her back to him]

Tessa - [laughs] {Way to go.}

DM - Huh?

Tessa - What do you have in mind?

DM - Nothing, sweetheart.

Tessa - Yeah, you do. [They kiss.]

(resume previous scene)

Lisa - What are you thinking?

DM - Oh, nothing.

DM - Tessa, you're the most wonderful woman I've known in my entire life.

(resume previous scene)

Lisa - Do I really look so much like this other woman?

DM - Yes, you really do.

Lisa - They say everyone has a double somewhere. I'd love to meet mine.

DM - I'm afraid that's not going to happen.

Lisa - She was the one in the graveyard? It's her you were seeing? I must bring back memories. I'm sorry.

DM - Don't be. I'm glad we met.

Lisa - So am I.

[DM looks at her.]

DM - No. Not everyone. [escorts her out of the restaurant] ⁴

RR - [approaches DM, who is whistling cheerfully] You seem happy.

DM - Any reason I shouldn't be?

RR - No, just that Horton's out there.

DM - If he is, he is. This isn't about Horton, is it?

RR - It's about coincidence. It's about being in the right place at the right time. Mac... I think you might have been right about Pete.

DM - She's not Pete.

RR - Why? Because you don't want her to be? You're not exactly being objective about this.

DM - I've seen doubles before.

RR - How many times? Once? Twice? And that's in four hundred years.

DM - I have to play this out, Rich.

RR - Mac -- if something looks too good to be true, it usually is. I wish Tessa were back, too, but she's not.

DM - Don't you think I know that?

RR - I don't know. Do you?

Joe - You know, even the damn pigeons look better here than in Chicago.

RR - I'm not much of a pigeon critic, Dawson.

Joe - Okay, so we're not critics. You called because we're such old friends.

RR - I called because I have a problem. You guys still give me the creeps.

Joe - You want my help with MacLeod.

RR - How do you know?

Joe - Because otherwise, you'd just go to him.

RR - It's this woman he's been seeing -- Lisa Millon. She's a dead ringer for Tessa, right down to the smile.

Joe - A doppelganger.

RR - A what?

Joe - Uh, a perfect double for a living person.

RR - Oh.

Joe - Now, if this were a setup, don't you think MacLeod would see through it?

RR - I'm not sure he wants to.

Joe - You want me to check her out, even though I give you the creeps.

RR - Yeah, I do.

Joe - Anything for an old friend.

RR - [see gun as car drives past] Dawson, look out! [jumps in front of him and takes the bullets]

Joe - [as car drives away] God, you've been hit!

RR - Yeah, I got that part.

Joe - It was Horton. I saw him. I can't believe it!

RR - How bad is it?

Joe - It's bad. You took three rounds.

RR - Oh, skip the details, Dawson.

Joe - Okay, Richie, I'd say you were dying.

RR - Not again. CUT Stick around. I'll be right back. [dies]

[Horton watches Lisa & DM through binoculars as they walk.]

Lisa - The last two years, I've been working in Belgium. I've only been back in Paris a few months.

DM - Planning on staying?

Lisa - I guess that depends... on what happens.

DM - We talking about work, here?

Lisa - [laughs] Saved by the big statue. [looks up at statue] Amazing, huh? The finesse of those sculptures. Looks like they're ready to dance.

DM - Ever seen Rodin's work? [Lisa shakes her head.] Oh, you're missing out. Even size didn't matter to Rodin. He can make anything that seemed light enough to dance. But even you said that there was...

Lisa - I draw, Duncan. I never studied Rodin. It sounds like she did.

DM - She was a sculptor. CUT

<Lisa - Do you think people can only love once in their lifetime?

DM - No. Come on. [escorts her to the car]>

Lisa - Did I tell you my Great-Aunt Marie is very angry with you?

DM - [laughs] Who?

Lisa - Aunt Marie. Every Tuesday night, we go to hear jazz. She used to dance with Josephine Baker in the Latin Quarter.

DM - I thought Josephine Baker danced in the Folies-Bergere.

Lisa - Well, she's old. She's allowed to forget a few things.

DM - Yeah, I guess so. Why don't we go see her? I know a great place in Saint Germain.

Lisa - I don't think I want to share you with anyone tonight. [kisses him]

[Intercuts of DM & Lisa making love. As Lisa sleeps, DM watches her and notices cosmetic surgery scar by her ear.]

[DM wakes up as Lisa is pulling on her boots. She sees the box of photographs and starts looking through them.]

DM - That's not a good idea.

Lisa - They're just pictures. [examines photo of Tessa] My God. You said she looked like me, but I never imagined this.

DM - Give them to me.

Lisa - I want to see. All this time... I thought you were making love to me.

DM - Lisa, it WAS you.

Lisa - Don't touch me! It was her!

DM - Lisa, this is different!

Lisa - Not for you. You got her back, didn't you?

DM - Lisa! Lisa, wait! Lisa! [She storms out. He throws on a pair of pants and follows.]

DM - Lisa, wait!

Lisa - Go to hell! [gets grabbed at gunpoint by man in car]

DM - Lisa!

Lisa - Duncan! [Car drives away.]

Horton - [in passenger seat, turns around to face Lisa] Well done.

[Lisa smiles at him.]
 

[RR smiles at him and walks onto barge.] ⁵

DM - [into phone] I know it's only a partial license. I only got the last three numbers. [pause] Well, see what you can do through the Paris police. [pause] All right, call me when you do. [hangs up]

RR - Horton took a shot at Dawson. Nothing to worry about. He hit me instead.

Joe - What's wrong?

DM - Lisa's been kidnapped. It happened right in front of me. [Phone rings. DM answers quickly.] Hello.

Horton - [into phone] How are you, MacLeod?

DM - [into phone] You're a dead man, Horton.

Horton - [on phone] Oh, come, come, that's no way to speak to an old friend. [into phone] I just wanted to keep you informed. I have the girl. [on phone] Truly remarkable likeness, don't you agree?

DM - [into phone] Put her on.

[Horton hands phone to Lisa.]

Lisa - [into phone] Duncan... Duncan, I'm scared.

DM - [into phone] Did he hurt you?

Lisa - [into phone] Not yet. He's crazy, Duncan. Please help me.

DM - [into phone] Where are you?

[Lisa hands the phone back to Horton.]

Horton - [into phone] Time's up. [on phone] Oh, just so you don't worry, the girl is fine... so far.

DM - [into phone] It's me you want, Horton, so why don't you come get me?

Horton - [on phone] All in good time, MacLeod. You've already buried Tessa once. [into phone] I don't think you want to do it again. [ends call]

DM - [into phone] Hor--

Horton - The man is definitely angry.

Lisa - I pushed all the right buttons.

Horton - You were very good. I think he's really quite fond of you.

Lisa - Can you blame him?

Horton - Time to push the next button.

Alphonso - It's not scheduled for servicing. But if you insist... we'll have it checked out.

Horton - It's perfect. Oh, if there's a problem, I can be reached here. [hands Alphonso a card] It's my new address. [leaves]

[Alphonso pulls out his phone and starts dialing.]

RR - Okay, so Horton's got Lisa. What should we do?

DM - It's me Horton wants. It's me Horton's going to get. [Phone rings. DM answers.] Hello.

Alphonso - [into phone] Mr. MacLeod... I was just wondering if you're still interested in that Aston Martin.

DM - [on phone] Yes, I am.

Alphonso - [into phone] Well, I have that address you wanted.

DM - [into phone, writing down address] Thank you, Alphonso. [ends call]

<RR - Mac, let's just think about this for one second here. CUT Horton shows up. He takes a shot at Dawson. Lisa looks exactly like Tessa. Come on. Mac... he's using her.>

DM - Even if he is, do you think that's going to stop him from killing her? [Joe shakes his head.] I know -- he may own her, but whoever she is, her face is Tessa's. This is Horton's game... and Horton's rules. All I can do is play it out... [as Joe stands up] Alone.

RR - [whispers to Joe] I don't think so.

[DM sneaks up stairwell, takes out a guard.]

Lisa - [tied to bed] How about you untie me and deal me in?

Guard - Give it a rest.

Lisa - Maybe we could play something besides cards.

Guard - And maybe Horton could blow my brains out.

DM - [enters room] It's not him you got to worry about. [fights guard, knocks him out, unties Lisa] You all right?

Lisa - Yeah, I think so.

DM - Where's Horton?

Lisa - He's gone. He left a few hours ago. Duncan, what's happening? Why are they doing this to me?

DM - It's a long story. I'll tell you on the way to the barge.

Lisa - I don't want to go to the barge.

DM - [walks with Lisa through cemetery] What are we doing here? ⁶ CUT Your father's grave is that way.

Lisa - I'm not here to see my father. I'm here to see Tessa. [walks to Tessa's grave. DM follows.] I want you to see the difference between us. She's there... [points at grave] dead. I'm here... alive. I hope that's clear to you.

DM - It is. But I have one question -- what was your face like before?

Lisa - What?

DM - Before the surgery.

Lisa - Before what surgery?

DM - Who was Claudine Bardot?

Lisa - Who?

DM - Forgotten your mother's maiden name already?

Lisa - Why are you doing this?

DM - Why are you? The lying's over, Lisa.

Lisa - Okay. You're right. I lied to you. I lied about everything. I have a son. His name is Marc. He's six years old. Horton has him. He said it was you or him, but I could never hurt you, Duncan.

DM - Tell me about Marc.

Lisa - I have his picture right here. [digs in her purse]

DM - When does Horton come in?

Lisa - [drops the 'Tessa' voice, pulls gun from purse] As soon as you're dead.

CUT

Lisa - When did you know?

DM - Part of me knew when I first saw you. I just didn't want to believe it. You're good, Lisa... if that's what your name is.

Lisa - It is. And don't feel too bad. You aren't the first. I can be anyone I want, anyone you want me to be. And you wanted me to be Tessa.

DM - At first. Then I just wanted you to be you.

Lisa - They all do. I was married to a psychiatrist once. He kept trying to understand me, to get into my head. He was still trying when I killed him. They all tried to understand, but I'm one of a kind. That's why Horton broke me out of prison.

DM - You're a sociopath.

Lisa - Smart, but a little late.

DM - So... why bring me here?

Lisa - It's Horton's idea. [laughs] The guy's got a sick sense of humor. What does it feel like when you're about to die? Are you scared? Huh? Is it hard?

DM - Not as hard as it is to shoot someone with an empty gun. [Lisa pulls the trigger. It clicks harmlessly. DM opens his hand to show her the bullets.] It's over, Lisa. The cops want you in jail, and Horton's going to want you dead.

Lisa - Horton and I have a deal.

DM - Only as long as he can use you, and he can't use you anymore.

[Horton, waiting in car nearby, hears gunshot and gets out of car. He walks to Tessa's grave where Lisa is standing over DM's body.]

Horton - I've waited a long time for this. It's a shame I have to hurry now.

Lisa - He's dead. What the hell are you doing?

Horton - I'm taking a trophy. [raises meat cleaver]

DM - [grabs his arm, kicks him off balance and stands] Not this time.

Lisa - He made me. He said you couldn't use me anymore.

Horton - He was wrong. [grabs her, shoots her in the back, throws her at DM]

Lisa - MacLeod! [dies]

Horton - [holding DM at gunpoint] Your turn, MacLeod. [ducks as Joe shoots at him, uses gravestones as cover as he returns fire]

[DM follows Horton to the cemetery entrance. Horton raises his gun to shoot DM, but he is out of bullets. He runs out of the cemetery and right into Joe, who raises his own gun.]

DM - Joe, no. He's mine. [chases Horton] Come on, Horton. Face me! Or are you afraid? I thought you said you were the man I couldn't kill. [Horton stops running, turns, pulls out switchblade.] You have one chance. Right here. [points to his own throat]

[Horton lunges, DM ducks and stabs Horton in the gut with the switchblade.]

[back at Tessa's grave]

Joe - [to DM] I'll take care of him. [leaves]

RR - I'm sorry, Mac.

DM - She's not Tessa. She never was.
 

[DM speaks in French to man, who then gets onto barge, unmoors it, and pilots it away.]

RR - I know you're going to miss it.

DM - It's just a boat.

RR - But it was home. Why're you giving it up?

DM - I mourned Tessa too long. It's time to move on.

RR - Where to?

DM - Oh, I don't know. Somewhere. [picks up his bag, turns back to RR] Are you coming?

[RR smiles, grabs his bag, follows DM.]