Kalas - [moving around dark, empty club, thinking] [voice-over] Ah, MacLeod. MacLeod. What would give me the final edge? The power I need to finally defeat you? [aloud] Methos. ¹

[Kalas leaves club.]

Roger - [into payphone, his Watcher tattoo visible on his wrist] He left the club. I'm gonna follow him. There he goes. I'll call you back. [hangs up, waits for Kalas to pass him, then follows at a distance, loses sight of Kalas & looks around, but doesn't see him]

Kalas - [grabs Roger from behind] Looking for me?>

[Kalas picks up two metal electrical probes, approaches Roger, who is shirtless & tied to a chair.]

Kalas - Electricity. Such a wonderful discovery, Roger. CUT It doesn't care where it goes or what it goes through... it just takes the path of least resistance. So why were you following me?

Roger - I wasn't! Why won't you believe me?

Kalas - Long experience. So what do you say, Roger? [touches metal rods together, causing a blue spark of electricity between them]

Roger - Ahh! All right. All right. I was -- I was going to rob you.

Kalas - CUT Try again! [touches metal rods to Roger's arms. Roger jerks violently & screams.] CUT Why were you following me? [Roger refuses to answer.] I think it's going to be a very long night. [holds metal rods near Roger's head]

Roger - I-I-I'm your Watcher.

Kalas - [steps back] My Watcher. And that's supposed to mean something to me?

Roger - Immortals... We know what you are. We've been observing you for centuries.

CUT

Kalas - Tell me, do you watch all of us?

Roger - I -- I think so.

Kalas - Did you watch Fitzcairn?

Roger - Yes.

Kalas - And MacLeod?

Roger - Yes.

Kalas - Methos?

Roger - [nods] But we never interfere... CUT

Kalas - Tell me more, Roger. Tell me everything.
 

DM - [driving, answers cell phone] Hello. MacLeod.

Joe - [on phone] Mac. [at Joe's Bar, into phone] Joe Dawson.

DM - [on phone] Hey, Joe. [into phone] What's up?

Joe - [into phone] You've got trouble.

DM - [into phone] How come you never call me with good news?

Joe - [on phone] One of our guys, he hasn't been seen or heard from in a couple of days.

DM - [on phone] And?

Joe - [into phone] Well, he spotted Kalas... in Paris. [on phone] I think the son-of-a-bitch is tracking you.

DM - [into phone] I know he is. I've been out looking for him. He found Fitzcairn.

Joe - [on phone] Damn. What happened?

DM - [into phone] Kalas was better.

Joe - [into phone, quietly] Yeah.

DM - [on phone] You said one of your guys spotted him. [into phone] Where?

Joe - [on phone] Coming out of a little jazz club in Saint-Germaine. Nosferatu.

DM - [into phone] Okay. Thanks.

Joe - [on phone] MacLeod... [into phone] Watch yourself, my friend.

DM - [into phone] Always do. [hangs up]

CUT

<[Footage of motorcycle race.]

[Sign across track reads: DUNLOP -- L'ESPRIT DE COMPETITION]

[Small group of spectators cheer as racers cross the finish line.> RR stands nearby with a stopwatch. He looks at the stopwatch, nods to himself.]

[Philippe rides his motorcycle into pit, dismounts, takes off helmet.]

Saracen - You didn't finish your run, Philippe. Why?

Philippe - Basil forced me off the track.

Saracen - Two years ago, it would never have happened. You know, Philippe, even champions retire. CUT

Philippe - Give me a gold watch? Forget it. It's not gonna happen. [walks over to pit crew]

Man - Hey, don't worry, man. We'll get him next time.

[RR walks from track ² over to Saracen pit.]

Saracen - [talking to another racer] Go.

RR - [clears his throat] Mr. Saracen?

<Saracen - CUT [turns to face him] No visitors in the pits.>

RR - I'm a rider... uh, Richie Ryan.

Saracen - Let me guess... You want to join my team.

RR - Well, I got my international papers and I nailed third place at Long Beach.

Saracen - Very impressive, but this isn't Long Beach. [turns away]

[RR walks over to Philippe's bike, puts on helmet. ³ He starts bike & drives toward track.]

Man - Hey!

Woman - Hey!

[Saracen watches as RR speeds around track, starts stopwatch.]

[meanwhile]

CUT

Basil - Hey, man, it was an accident. No hard feelings?

Philippe - Saracen's losing it. He thinks I should retire.

Basil - So?

Philippe - I was wondering if you would talk to him. CUT

Basil - Why would I do that?

Philippe - Because I'm your friend. Because I taught you everything you know about racing. Without me, you would be nothing!

[Basil starts his bike, revs the engine to interrupt Phillipe. Phillipe leaves.]

[meanwhile]

[Saracen watches RR finish his run. RR pulls back into the pit & removes helmet.]

Saracen - I could get you arrested for that.

RR - You could... or you could have me ride for you.

Philippe - [approaches] Hey, get off my bike!

Saracen - It's not yours anymore, Philippe. You should've taken the watch. [Philippe leaves. Saracen turns to RR.] It's your bike now.

DM - His name is Kalas. Somebody saw him here the other night.

Gerard - Never heard of him.

DM - Well, you couldn't exactly miss him. He has an unusual voice. Something happened to his throat.

Gerard - Sorry.

[Piano starts to play in background. DM turns, recognizing the music, walks over to where jazz players & singer are standing.]

Danielle - [singing "Heart Come Back"]

[Super: Paris, 1920]

Different Singer - [singing same song]

DM - [to Maria] You look wonderful.

Maria - I'm so nervous.

DM - He'd probably feel the same way about meeting you.

Maria - Sure he would. "Antonio Neri, the world's greatest tenor, I would like you to meet Maria Campolo... She sings a little."

DM - Maria, you have a great gift. Don't underestimate it. [escorts her up staircase]

Maria - Antonio Neri's Paris debut, and my date's the best-looking man here.

DM - [chuckles] I'm flattered, but I wouldn't exactly call it a date.

Maria - I know. My uncle asked you to take me, but I can pretend, can't I?

Picasso - [at top of staircase, heading down] Buenas dias.

DM - Picasso. Qué tal?

Maria - You know Picasso?

DM - We've met.

Maria - [looks around as they enter upstairs room] I wonder where he is?

<DM - Oh, he'll be the one surrounded by women. CUT Just listen to the sound of clanking jewelry.>

[Guests in room applaude. Piano start to play.]

Kalas - [singing Rudolfo's part of "O Soave Fanciulla", from "La Bohème" by Puccini] (CUT)

[DM & Kalas sense each other's 'buzz'.]

Kalas - [singing]

Maria - [joins in with Mimi's part] "Ah, tu sol..."

Kalas - [at same time] "Fremon nell'--" [stops singing, surprised]

Maria - [continues singing] "...comandi, amor!"

Kalas - [recovers, starts singing again] "...le dolcezze estreme."

Maria - [singing] "Tu sol comandi, amor!"

Kalas - [singing] "Fremon nell'anima..."

Maria - [singing] "Oh! Come dolci scendono..."

Kalas - [at same time] "...le dolcezze estreme."

Maria - [singing] "...le sue lusinghe al cor."

Kalas - [at same time] "Fremon dolcezze estreme."

Maria - [singing] "Tu sol comandi..."

Kalas - [at same time] "Nel bacio freme..."

Maria & Kalas - [singing together] "...amor!"

[Song ends, guests applaud.]

Man - Bravo!

Man - Splendid!

Woman - Marvelous!

Kalas - [to Maria, as DM joins them] That was quite lovely. [to DM] Welcome to my home, Duncan MacLeod. I'm glad you are here.

DM - Are you?

Kalas - My friend, the past is gone. Forgotten. We all change over the years. I know I have.

Maria - [clears her throat] Ahem.

Kalas - [turns to her] Forgive me. I am Antonio Neri. [takes her hand]

DM - Miss Maria Campolo.

Maria - They said you were greater than Caruso. They were right.

Kalas - And you have the voice of an angel. [kisses her hand]

Maria - You two know each other?

Kalas - Duncan MacLeod knows everybody. Your friend did me a great favor once. I used to lead a very cloistered life, but he advised me otherwise.

DM - It doesn't seem to have hurt you much.

Kalas - On the contrary. I owe my success to you.

DM - [to Maria] I believe it's getting late.

Maria - But we just got here.

Kalas - [to Maria] Oh, I hope you won't leave without dancing with me.

Maria - I'd love to.

[Kalas leads her over to dance floor. DM snags a glass from a passing server, takes a sip.]

Kalas - [dancing with Maria] Let me guess. I know you can't be his daughter.

Maria - Of course not. We're close friends.

Kalas - And perhaps more than just friends?

Maria - [coy] Really, Mr. Neri.

Kalas - Please. We're all adults here... and after all, this is 1920.

[DM watches them dancing.]

[Kalas, singing a Chant with two other monks, looks over his shoulder.]

[Timon & Kalas fight. Kalas takes Timon's Quickening.]

Kalas - You do not know what you have done. But you will. [walks toward door]

(resume previous scene)

[DM still watching as Kalas & Maria dance. Song ends.]

Kalas - Enchanté. [kises Maria's hand again, leaves]

DM - [approaches] Maria, we really must be leaving.

Maria - He's setting up an audition for me with the director of the Paris opera.

DM - Pardon me?

Maria - He's having a dinner party for me on Friday.

DM - [doesn't like this scenario] I don't think you'll be available.

Maria - Why?

DM - [comes up with an alternative] You must get ready.

Maria - For what?

DM - Your surprise.

Maria - Duncan, what are you talking about?

DM - You can't just sing at the Paris Opera. You have to study, build a repertoire, learn languages. You're going to New York.

Maria - I'm going to New York?

DM - To study at the Metropolitan Opera.

Maria - Me at the Met?

DM - Yes. Your ship sales on... [thinks fast] Tuesday. I'll send your regrets to Mr. Neri.

Maria - You can't fool me, Duncan MacLeod. I know why you're doing this. You're jealous.

DM - Desperately.

(resume previous scene)

Danielle - [finishing her song] "Then you'll see." [turns to jazz players] Okay, guys, that was good. Let's go.

Man - [offscreeen, clapping] Beautiful, darling.

DM - I haven't heard that in a long time.

Danielle - Yeah? Stick around. We play it every night. The owner's got this thing about it.

DM - Really?

Danielle - Mm-hmm.

DM - What's the owner's name?

Danielle - [sees Gerard looking at her] Uh, sorry. I've gotta go. [walks away]

DM - [turns to Gerard] Maybe you could answer the question. Now, where can I find your boss?

Gerard - The bar's closed.

DM - Really.

Gerard - I said the bar's clo--

[DM punches him, shoves his head under a beer tap, pulls the lever so beer runs out onto Gerard's head. Gerard sputters.]

DM - CUT This could last hours.

Gerard - [sputtering] Shakespeare and Company.

DM - [closes tap] Put it on my tab. [releases Gerard, leaves]

[Camera pulls back from window of store to Kalas. Kalas looks at tables of books set outside, then ⁴ enters store.]

Salzer - No, no. I'm sure I've never heard of him. But books... books, I do know. [as Kalas picks up one of the books] Ah. That is my prize. An original of Poe, signed by the author himself.

Kalas - Fascinating, but it's not what I'm looking for, Mr. Salzer. You are!

Salzer - I -- I think you've made a mistake. [re book] Uh, please, put it back.

Kalas - That's not what Roger said. You remember Roger, don't you? [tears page out of book]

Salzer - Don't! Look, it's priceless! [Kalas tears another page out.] Look! I don't know what you're talking about!

Kalas - [closes book] Let me refresh your memory. [backhands Salzer with book, stalks him through the bookshelves] I'm an Immortal. You're a Watcher. I've heard you know things about us.

Salzer - No.

Kalas - All of us!

Salzer - No, no! I swear!

Kalas - It's not nice to lie to people. ⁵ [pushes Salzer into a corner, leans over him] I'm looking for a particular old, powerful Immortal. His name is Methos. [Salzer's eyes widen.] I see you've heard of him. [pulls a knife & holds it over Salzer threateningly] <Speak... CUT or you'll never speak again! [holds knife against Salzer's tongue]>
 

[DM approaches warily, trying to sense Kalas' buzz. He ⁶ walks past table of books & ^A enters the shop.]

[DM picks up leather glove from floor, walks further into shop.]

DM - Hello? [looks around] Hello? [hears Salzer moaning, finds him on the floor] I'm Duncan MacLeod. Who did this to you?

[Salzer can't talk. He reaches down to a puddle of blood on a piece of paper beside him & uses it to write with his finger.]

DM - [watching him write] "M." MacLeod. That's right.

Salzer - [moans] Uh-uh.

DM - What? What is it? [watches as Salzer writes another letter] "E"? Is that an "E"? ⁷ [Salzer dies. DM grabs his arm, turns it to reveal Watcher tattoo on his wrist, then picks up paper with "M-E" written on it in blood.]

[Group of racers ride off track ⁸ into pit area. Philippe watches them, looks out at empty track.]

[later, night]

RR - [to pit crew] {Simon, will you take care of her for me for tomorrow?}

Simon - Yeah, all right.

RR - Okay, great. Thanks, man.

Basil - You should have been in third on turn four.

RR - [chuckles] Maybe you take it that way.

Basil - I'm Basil Dornin -- Saracen's number one. [shakes RR's hand] Welcome to the team.

RR - Thanks. Richie Ryan. Nice to meet you.

Basil - [introduces woman with him] And this is Terri.

RR - Hi, Terri.

Terri - Hi.

Basil - Let's have a drink with the ladies. I'm sure she has a friend who's dying to meet you.

RR - All right. Let's go.

Philippe - [slurring] Long live the king!

Basil - Still here, Philippe?

Philippe - You did this. You forced me off the road and then you trashed me to Saracen! You!

Basil - You couldn't move over fast enough.

Philippe - There was nowhere else to go!

RR - Hey, why don't you just chill out? [Philippe pushes him away.] Heh. You don't want to do this.

Philippe - What?

Spectator - Leave him alone. Why don't you leave him alone?

[Philippe swings & RR grabs his hand & twists it around. He holds the position for a few seconds, then releases Philippe & walks away.] ⁹

Joe - [answers phone] Joe's.

DM - [driving, into phone] Hi, Joe. It's me.

Joe - [into phone] MacLeod.

DM - [on phone] Yeah, I've got some news. [into phone] It's about your missing Watcher.

Joe - [into phone] Yeah, he turned up a few hours ago. [on phone] The police fished him out of the Seine. MacLeod? Did you hear me?

DM - [into phone] Yeah, I heard you. [on phone] That means Kalas has killed another one of your people.

Joe - [into phone] No...

DM - [into phone] Yeah, in the American bookstore.

Joe - [into phone] Don Salzer. Oh, boy.

DM - [into phone] What is it?

Joe - [on phone] He's not a field guy. [into phone] He's an historian. He'd have no reason to be near Kalas.

DM - [into phone] Before Salzer died, he was trying to write something. [on phone] They were the letters "M-E." What could they mean?

Joe - [into phone, but more to himself] This is no good. I'm gonna have to make some calls.

DM - [into phone] Joe!

Joe - [into phone] Salzer, he's been working on the Methos chronicle. [on phone] If Kalas was to find that, find Methos...

DM - [into phone] Oh, come on, Joe. Methos doesn't exist. The oldest Immortal? He's a legend. He's like, well, like Adam and Eve.

Joe - [on phone] Oh, no. [into phone] He exists all right.

DM - [on phone] Are you telling me you've seen him?

Joe - [into phone] Me? No. He's very elusive. Have to be, to live that long. [on phone] Imagine an Immortal so old that he doesn't remember the time of his birth. [into phone] If Kalas found him and took his head, he'd be even stronger.

DM - [into phone] That means we're going to have to find him first.

Joe - [into phone] We've got a guy at the university there. <Adam Pierson. CUT [on phone] He's been our top Methos scholar for about ten years. He knows as much about Methos as anybody.> I'll, uh, let him know you're coming.

DM - [into phone] Okay. [hangs up]

Basil - Try and look happy, mate. You just made the bloody Saracen team.

RR - I'm okay.

Basil - Is it Philippe? Is that what's eating you? Hey, he can't cut it anymore. That's just the way it is. Everybody gets old.

RR - [hears engine revving outside] Somebody's out on the track.

RR - It's Philippe. What the hell is he doing?

Basil - I guess the man thinks he's got something to prove.

CUT

[RR, Basil, & a group of people from the bar run toward the track.]

Woman - Slow down!

[Philippe loses control, crashes into barrier, flies off bike & hits the ground hard.]

Woman - Oh! Is he okay?

[Philippe pulls helmet off, passes out. RR reaches him, feels his neck for a pulse.]

Man - What was he doing out here this time of night?

Man - I'll go get the ambulance.

Man - All right.

Woman - Oh, no.

Woman - Oh, my god!

RR - [to Basil] He's dead.

Kalas - What did you tell him?

Gerard - The bookstore. That's all, I swear. Who was that guy?

Kalas - Get back to your work.

Gerard - Yes, sir. [leaves]

[Kalas unbuttons collar of his shirt, rubs scar on his neck, grimacing.]

Maria - I wanted to thank you in person for your kind offer, but I'm leaving Paris.

Kalas - Your presence here is all the thanks I need.

Maria - I'm going to New York tomorrow to study at the Met.

Kalas - [ignoring her] These big houses can be so dreary. They need beauty like yours to make them shine.

Maria - I'm sure you know hundreds of beautiful women.

Kalas - Mm. But they don't interest me. [hands her a glass] You do. [clinks his glass against hers. They drink.]

Maria - I really should go. [sits on divan]

Kalas - [re aria playing on gramophone] I never liked Caruso's way with that piece. [moves to stand behind her] He's dying in New York now, you know. [leans over back of divan] Some people say he was poisoned. [leans down to kiss her]

Maria - [pulls away before he can] Mr. Neri, what would people think?

Kalas - That you were too young, too beautiful... Too tragic. [rests his hands on her shoulders, leaning over again] You think I want to seduce you. <I'd love to oblige, but truthfully, I have other priorities. [moves his hands to her neck, squeezing] Your lover, MacLeod, took everything away from me. CUT

Maria - [choking] Duncan... Duncan...>

[Kalas senses 'buzz', looks up.]

DM - [enters room, sword drawn] She's not part of this!

Kalas - [draws his sword] She's yours. [They fight.] Nothing changes, MacLeod... ever.

DM - Then come and die.

[Fight continues. They crash through a French door. Kalas pins DM on the floor on his back. DM reaches over, grabs a piece of broken glass, slashes Kalas across the throat with it. Kalas grabs his throat, staggers to his feet, & runs away.]

DM - [goes back to divan] Maria. Maria, he's gone. Everything's all right.

DM - [enters, senses 'buzz'] Adam? Adam Pierson? [looks in bedroom, sees Methos sitting beside bed, wearing headphones, listening to muffled rock music, looking at a large journal] You Adam Pierson?

Methos - [turns off music, removes headphones] Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. Have a beer. [tosses him a can] Mi casa es su casa.

DM - [looks at can of beer in his hand, then back at Methos, shocked] Methos?

[Methos looks down briefly in a nod of acknowledgment, then back at DM with a little smirk. ^B]
 

[later]

[Kalas turns to ^C look over his shoulder, goes to door, looks around furtively, then breaks in. <Telephone rings.]

Methos - [on answering machine] Adam Pierson here. You can leave your message after the beep.

Joe - [on answering machine, after it beeps] Pierson, this is Joe Dawson. You get back to me as soon as you can. We've got major problems. [hangs up]> CUT

[Kalas looks at stacks of old books/journals.]

DM - Five thousand years.

Methos - Give or take. And that was when I took my first head, {remember}. <Before that... it all starts to blur. CUT

DM - Well, I guess it would. So have you, uh-->

Methos - Made any sense of it? Found any purpose?

DM - What, you read minds, too?

Methos - No. It's what I'd ask if I'd just met me. CUT

(resume previous scene)

[Kalas enters study. There's a computer on the desk and more old books/journals on the shelves.]

(resume previous scene)

CUT

DM - I just didn't think you existed.

Methos - Well, it's good to be a myth.

DM - Yeah, no one hunts for a myth... or a Watcher.

Methos - What better place to hide? I'm in charge of finding myself, and I make sure it never happens.

(resume previous scene)

[Kalas studies large journal open on desk.]

<Methos - [voice-over] Even got a few entries on you in my journal. CUT

DM - [voice-over] You keep a diary?

Methos - [voice-over] Been keeping it almost since writing began.

DM - [voice-over] That would make a hell of a read.

Methos - [voice-over] You could say that. How many people have stood on the same stage with Julius Caesar and the Rolling Stones?

DM - [voice-over] So you know about Kalas?>

(resume previous scene)

Methos - He killed a good friend.

DM - Yeah. Now he'll be coming for Adam Pierson.

Methos - Do you think I'd still be around if I was an easy mark?

DM - When was the last time you faced anyone?

Methos - Ohh. Uh, what are we? [looks at his watch] Sixth of March. Uh... two hundred years.

DM - Oh, that's good.

Methos - Hey, I may be a bit rusty, but I'm still here.

DM - Well, let's keep it that way. I'll stay close.

Methos - You cannot fight my battles for me, MacLeod. [walks away]

[Footage of motorcycle race.]

<P.A. Announcer - [over loudspeakers] Lionel Stetkee completes his trial lap in 104.35. That ends the time trials for the German team.> CUT

[Saracen watches his racers through binoculars.]

P.A. Announcer - [over loudspeakers] Now final time trials for the Saracen team, led by Dornin and Ryan...

[More racing. Motorcycles cross the finish line.]

P.A. Announcer - [over loudspeakers] Dornin and Ryan finish one, two for the Saracen team.

[Electronic scoreboard displays times:

{??}T DE FRANCE SUPERBIKE CIRCUIT CAROLE
{??}SB ** ESSAIS SEANCE 1 SERIE PAIRS

P.A. Announcer - [over loudspeakers] Dornin at 102.33, Ryan at 102.39. [Basil & RR ride toward Saracen pit.] That ends time trials for the day. Would Danny Loir please report to the pit area.

Basil - Hell of a run. You were really flying out there today.

RR - Thanks.

Basil - Richie...

RR - Yeah?

Basil - Never mind.

RR - Hey, if you've got something to say, just say it.

Basil - You were very tight on that last turn. The inside line is pretty unstable. CUT

RR - That's funny. I was talking to Saracen--

Basil - Saracen's not a racer. Just offering some friendly advice.

RR - Thank you.

Basil - No problem. We're on the same team, right?

RR - Yeah.

[Methos walks toward apartment, senses 'buzz'.]

Kalas - So you're the famous Adam Pierson.

Methos - At the moment.

Kalas - [moves forward] I was in your house. Found a diary there. Pity I couldn't read the hieroglyphics, but the Ancient Greek was most enlightening.

Methos - You should've been there. CUT

[Methos & Kalas fight their way out onto bridge, Methos retreating as Kalas attacks. ¹⁰ Methos blocks an overhead swing, exchanges some parries, then climbs onto bridge rail. Kalas follows. Fight continues. Kalas pins Methos.]

Kalas - You've been out of the game too long.

[Methos twists, sending himself over the rail into the river, pulling Kalas with him. Kalas surfaces, swims to the edge & climbs out. He looks around, but Methos is nowhere to be seen. ^D]
 

[DM enters fog-shrouded tunnel, ^E walks through tunnel toward camera carrying a paperback about Jean-Paul Sartre. He pauses, opens the book & looks at it for a moment, resumes walking, then ¹¹ senses 'buzz'. Methos appears from a side passage, holding his sword.]

DM - Methos. Kalas found you? Is he dead?

Methos - No. [swings sword at DM]

DM - [jumps back, drops his book & draws his sword] Why?

Methos - Because there can be only one. [attacks again. They fight. DM knocks Methos' sword aside, brings his katana to Methos' throat.] What are you waiting for, MacLeod?

DM - No! [steps back, uses katana to knock Methos' sword from his hand]

Methos - I'd have killed you.

DM - No, you would have made a mistake, and then let me take your head.

Methos - You think I want to die? You think it's easier after thousands of years?

DM - Then why?

Methos - Because if you don't kill me, Kalas will.

DM - Not unless I get him first.

Methos - And if you don't? I cannot beat him. I have tried. He will take my head and then he will have the strength to take yours.

DM - So after five thousand years, your only solution is that I kill you?

Methos - He can beat me. He might beat you. He can't beat both of us.

DM - If it's that simple, why don't you take my head?

Methos - CUT Because it's not just a matter of who's the best fighter... It is about passion and hate. I don't have the fire. You do. You want Kalas. [lifts DM's sword arm so katana is resting against his neck] Live, Highlander. Grow stronger... Fight another day.

[Stock footage of motorcycles racers & pit crews preparing for race. RR puts his helmet on. Stock footage of engines revving. Race begins, Basil in the lead, RR behind him.]

[Keith Scott - "Racing With The Devil"

[One of the racers loses control, crashes, skids off the track.]

P.A. Announcer - [over loudspeakers] Oh! Silvetti is down!

P.A. Announcer - [over loudspeakers] Ryan and Dornin are one, two. The Saracen team is taking it away.

[Racing continues.]

<[Saracen watches the race through binoculars.] CUT

[Basil rides neck & neck with RR. He swerves his bike, trying to force RR to fall back or lose control. RR retaliates.]

[They jostle each other until RR loses control & crashes.]>

P.A. Announcer - [over loudspeakers] Ryan is down! It looks like Dornin is going to take the race for the Saracen team.

[RR staggers to his feet, removes his helmet & slams it to the ground, furious.]

[Saracen, Basil, & Terri celebrate Basil's win with champagne.]

Saracen - Good work. And good job. Good, good.

Man on P.A. - Dr. Gordon, {please report} to the first aid station. Dr. Gordon to the first aid station, please.

Saracen - [walks over to RR] You okay?

RR - [still mad] Yeah.

Saracen - Up in the corner like that? What the hell were you thinking?

RR - I made a mistake.

Saracen - You made a mistake?

RR - Yes, I made a mistake!

Saracen - You only get one! [leaves]

Basil - [walks up to RR with bottle of champagne] Consolation drink? [RR turns away.] Ah, too bad, Richie. You were THAT close. It's a grown up game, Ryan. You're only as good as your last win.

RR - [gets in his face] You set me up.

Basil - Like you Americans say: if you can't take the heat... [leaves]

[Car pulls up outside. Kalas is sitting inside, holding his sword on his lap, waiting for Methos to return. The door opens, closes.]

Kalas - [senses 'buzz'] Welcome home, Methos.

DM - Hello, Kalas.

Kalas - [stands, turns to face DM] Where's Methos?

DM - It doesn't matter anymore, does it?

Kalas - You were after him all along.

DM - Now I'm after you!

Kalas - I'll get Methos... when I get you.

[They exchange a few blows as Kalas leads DM out of the apartment.]

[DM follows Kalas out onto bridge.]

DM - Ah, it's a bitter taste, isn't it, Kalas? Fear. [They fight along the bridge.] You're losing your touch, Kalas.

[Kalas jumps off bridge onto stack of pallets & down to quay. DM follows. They fight some more, then are interrupted by police cars arriving.]

Kalas - Some other time, MacLeod.

DM - We'll make it soon. [They hide their swords away & DM hides behind support column.]

Man - [as police cars surround Kalas] Don't move.

Inspector - Mr. Kalas? You're under arrest for the murder of Donald Salzer.

Kalas - You have no proof of that.

Methos - Wrong. That's the man, Inspector.

[Inspector escorts Kalas to police van. DM peers around edge of column. Kalas glares at him as he is loaded into the van. Methos walks over to DM.]

DM - Why?

Methos - Because I didn't know if you could beat him. It's a chance I couldn't take. CUT Remember, Highlander... Live... grow stronger... fight another day.
 

Joe - [into phone] You're telling me that Adam Pierson is Methos?

DM - [into phone] I think it was his little joke on you. "Adam" -- the first man.

Joe - [into phone] What better way to steer clear of other Immortals. He's been right there, all along. I can't believe I missed it.

DM - [into phone] There's no way you could've known.

Joe - [into phone] You hang tight, MacLeod. [on phone] I'm gonna be on the next plane.

DM - [into phone] Joe, don't bother. He's gone, and all your chronicles went with him. He's gonna be hard to find.

Joe - [into phone] What about Kalas?

DM - [on phone] Out of reach. He's in jail, at least for now. [into phone] But I can wait. [hangs up, looks around empty apartment, sees his book about Sartre laying next to radiator. He picks it up, opens it & begins to read ¹².]