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SEASON FIVE
Episode 10: The Valkyrie

Written by James Thorpe
Directed by Richard Martin
Aired: February 1, 1997
 
Transcript revised: 1-17-21

 

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Zzickle's Notes:

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STARRING:

Duncan MacLeod - Adrian Paul
              the Highlander

Joe Dawson - Jim Byrnes
              MacLeod's Watcher

 

GUEST STARRING:

Adam Pierson / Methos - Peter Wingfield
              Watcher / 5,000 y.o. Immortal

Ingrid Henning - Musetta Vander
              Immortal assassin

Nicolae Breslaw - Jan Tríska
              Interpol Inspector

FEATURING:

Igor Stefanovich - L. Harvey Gold
              Communist Russian politician

Dimitri - Raoul Ganeev
              Stefanovich's guard

Alan Wilkinson - Fulvio Cecere
              New Freedom Party politician

Detective Robert Frayne - James/Jim Leard
              working with Breslaw

David - Dean Balkwill
              German dissident in FB

Brownshirt #1 - Noah Heney
              heckles David in FB

Colonel Stauffenburg - Martin Evans
              helps implement attack on Hitler

Karl Brandt - Peter Hanlon
              chief of staff at Wolf's Lair

Adolph Hitler - Patrick Keating
              in flashback

Locations List:*
0. Scenes filmed at Highlander studio at 8651 Eastlake Dr, Burnaby [49.258054,-122.913533]: Loft apartment interior, Joe's Bar interior, Dojo interior, Police Station interior & exterior, Bunker interior
1. Moscow establishing shot - St. Basil's Cathedral, Red Square, Moscow [55.752523,37.623087]
2. Hotel room / exterior - The Westin Bayshore, 1601 Bayshore Drive [49.29312,-123.129959]
3. Seacouver Community Center (interior & exterior) - The Wise, 1882 Adanac St: MacLeod confronts Ingrid [49.277070,-123.066032], front of building [49.277481,-123.066064]
4. Flashback beer hall - St. Paul's Anglican Church, 1130 Jervis St [49.283244,-123.133758]
5. Newspaper kiosks by marina - Coal Harbour seawalk near The Westin Bayshore [49.292928,-123.128147]
6. Dojo exterior - back door of building, at end of Cambie St [49.284721,-123.108851]
7. German bunker exterior - unknown location
8. Nazi Germany crowds - stock footage
* Locations are in Vancouver unless otherwise indicated.
= link to location photos
= link to episode screencaps

Eurominutes: The full version of this episode runs 48 minutes, but for the domestic (US) market, this was cut shorter for commercials. "Eurominutes" are those 4-5 minutes that European fans got to see but US fans missed out on when the episodes originally aired. (Subsequent reruns on USANetwork and SciFi/Syfy may or may not adhere to the original domestic cut.) Huge thanks to Gillian Horvath for providing the tape of the official domestic cut of this episode, as it was released by the studio for the US stations.

~Official Eurominutes are bolded.
~Reruns on USA Network* (1998) & SciFi channel (2000) match the official cut.
~Rerun on Syfy channel (2010) matches the official cut, with six exceptions.

* Special thanks to Debra Lindsay for the USA Network tape.

 
NOTE: For 'Final Shooting Script' scenes that are not present in the actual episode, click on the 'CUT' links throughout the transcript. (Affected transcript lines are <bracketed>.)

 
TEASER

Establishing shot: Moscow, night 1

[Super: Moscow]

Moscow hotel - penthouse suite, night 2

CUT

<Stefanovich - [on TV recording] --Igor Stefanovich, will not compromise.

Stefanovich - [pauses recording] Come, Dimitri, watch. You might learn something. [rewinds tape]

Stefanovich - [on TV recording] --Igor Stefanovich, will not compromise. And you and I will once more--

Stefanovich - [to Dimitri] Sit down.

Stefanovich - [on TV recording] --proudly call ourselves Russians. [Crowd on TV cheers.] The hammer and sickle will fly again.>

Stefanovich - [to Dimitri] Do they not love me? Of course they love me. I fill their empty bellies with something more than food. I fill them with someone to hate. Someone to blame for their wretched lives. The Jews, Muslims, Chechnyans... It really doesn't matter. There are glorious days ahead, Dimitri. [yawns] <Lousy TV. That's the first thing we'll have to fix.> CUT I'm going to bed. I don't want to be disturbed.

Dimitri - Good night, Mr. Stefanovich.

[Stefanovich leaves main room of suite. Knock sounds at suite door.]

Dimitri - [opens door] Yes?

Ingrid - I have an appointment with Igor Stefanovich.

Dimitri - Impossible. Comrade Stefanovich has just gone to bed.

Ingrid - Then I'm right on time. If you don't trust me, you can search me. What have I to hide? [enters suite] He's expecting me.

Stefanovich - [comes out of bedroom] What is going on here?

[Ingrid pulls out gun, fires at Stefanovich. Dimitri fires his gun at her. Cut to TV replaying earlier recording. Dimitri moves toward her body. 1 Ingrid whips out gun, shoots Stefanovich, who falls to the floor. Dimitri shoots her, and she falls to the floor. 2 Dimitri steps over her body, reaches for telephone on desk.]
(This is a different cut of the scene in the domestic version.)

Dimitri - [into phone receiver] Hello! Hello! Stefanovich has been shot! Send in an ambulance, quickly! [Ingrid inhales, opens her eyes.] <Now! Listen to me! Stefanovich has been shot. No! Listen to me, damn it! Send in an ambulance now! [Cut to TV replaying earlier recording, Dimitri speaking offscreen.] Quickly!> CUT [Ingrid shoots him, offscreen.]

Stefanovich - [on TV recording] The hammer and sickle will fly again. 3

Dimitri - [still into phone] Quickly! [slams down receiver. Ingrid shoots him. He falls to the floor.]

Stefanovich - [on TV in background as Ingrid stands over their bodies] The hammer and sickle will fly again. 4
(This is a different cut of the scene in the domestic version.)

[Ingrid, standing over both bodies, slowly lowers her gun. TV recording in background continues.]

Stefanovich - [on TV in background] You and I and all our children will once more be proud to call ourselves Russians.

[Ingrid leaves hotel suite.]
 

[Voice-over by Joe Dawson]
He is Duncan MacLeod... the Highlander. Born in 1592 in the Highlands of Scotland, and he is still alive. He is Immortal. For four hundred years, he's been a warrior... a lover... a wanderer. Constantly facing other Immortals in combat to the death. The winner takes his enemy's head, and with it, his power. I am a Watcher -- part of a secret society of men and women who observe and record... but never interfere. We know the truth about Immortals. In the end, there can be only one. May it be Duncan MacLeod... the Highlander.

OPENING CREDITS

ACT ONE

Seacouver Community Center - Charlie Desalvo Memorial Boxing Tournament 3

Crowd - Come on! Get him in there! __ [Sign behind boxing ring reads: Charlie Desalvo / MEMORIAL BOXING TOURNAMENT] Come on! Come on! Whoo! [The two boxers in the ring are going at it, punching and weaving.]

DM - What did I tell you! The kid works the body just like Basilio.

Joe - Ah, you mean like Dick Tiger.

DM - No. Carmen Basilio.

Joe - Dick Tiger.

Methos - [sitting between them] What the hell are you two talking about?

DM - Carmen Basilio.

Methos - Who he?

DM - Middleweight contender back in the fifties. Guy hit like a mule.

Joe - Dick Tiger.

Methos - Who he?

Joe - Middleweight champion back in the fifties. Guy knocked Basilio on his ass.

DM - Aw, he was lucky.

Methos - The Marquis of Queensbury would have been so proud.

Joe - And who he? [off Methos' look, laughs]

Crowd - Come on, you bum. Get in there!

DM5 Hey, keep up the left. Watch the overhand right!

[One boxer knocks the other down with an overhand right.]

Joe - Not like you didn't warn him.

Methos - So, what? You and Joe, you want to sponsor this... event?

Joe - Come on, man. Charlie would have loved this.

DM - Yeah, he grew up here. He figured a place like this would keep the kids off the street.

Methos - Oh, yeah, I can see that's really important. 'Cause out in the streets you can get hurt.

[DM & Methos sense 'buzz' as Ingrid enters venue.]

Trainer - [to boxer] Stick and go.

DM - I don't believe it...

Methos - Time to go.

DM - She's a friend.

Methos - Listen, when they carry a sword and I haven't been formally introduced, I get shy. [leaves]

DM - Yeah. [starts toward Ingrid]

Joe - Hey, Mac... [shrugs] All right.

Methos - [pops back in front of Joe] Are you coming?

Joe - Yeah, yeah, yeah. [follows Methos out]

 

[meanwhile]

DM - Ingrid?

Ingrid - Duncan?

 

Flashback - Berlin, 1935 - beer hall 4

[Super: Berlin, 1935]

Ingrid - [dancing with DM] If you ask me, your mission here for British Intelligence is useless.

DM - Why?

Ingrid - Because the British ruling class are snobs. Because no matter what you tell them, they'll never believe that they should fear a house painter from Austria.

DM - Does Hitler really have the support of the German people?

Ingrid - Ah... the proletariat. They're always the last to realize what's going on. And when they do, it's usually too late. You know, it would be tragic if it wasn't so predictable. They love him.

DM - Incredible.

Ingrid - Why should that surprise you? [Song ends. They sit at a table.] Hitler appeals to the lowest common denominator. [David enters hall, roughed up & breathing heavily.] David? What happened?

David - It was those goddamned Nazis, that's what happened! I'm standing on the corner, talking.

DM - That's all you were doing, was talking?

David - Ja, just talking. And then those bastard Brownshirts start hitting me. Three of them!

Ingrid - [passes David a beer] Have a drink. You'll feel better. [to DM] You want to give the British a piece of intelligence? Tell them the greatest danger in dealing with a leader like Hitler is underestimating him.

[Two Nazis enter beer hall.]

David - My God. That's them. [ducks his head, hiding his face]

DM - Really.

Ingrid - You're just here to observe, remember?

Brownshirt #1 - Look what we have here. Our loudmouth Jew has run back to his Communist friends. [to DM] Are you his friend?

DM - No. I'm his brother.

[Ingrid sighs.]

Brownshirt #1 - Another Jew. [tries to punch DM. DM knocks him down, fights off Brownshirt #2, pulls knife hidden up his sleeve, goes after Brownshirt #1 with it.]

DM - [holds knife at Brownshirt #1's neck] Whoops. Get out of here. [pushes him toward exit, whirls around with knife as Brownshirt #2 tries to sneak up on him] Mm-mmm. [holds knife at Brownshirt #2's neck, turns him toward exit] Say hello to Hitler for me. [pushes Brownshirt #2 toward exit]

Ingrid - You're not helping anything, you know. What do you think you've accomplished with that little display?

DM - I don't know. It made me feel better.

David - I thank you, my friend, but she's right. You may have stopped these two, but there will be more.

Ingrid - There will always be more.

<DM - Yeah. [goes over to bar] Can I have another beer, please?

Bartender - It's on the house.

DM - Oh, thank you. [Ingrid pulls him away.] What?> CUT

 

Seacouver Community Center - Charlie Desalvo Memorial Boxing Tournament 3

(resume previous scene)

<DM - [kisses Ingrid's hand] Been a while.> CUT

[Several cops, Frayne, & Breslaw enter Community Center. Ingrid reacts.]

DM - Friends of yours?

Ingrid - I'll explain later. [pulls fire alarm] Come on. [grabs DM's hand, leads him out]

DM - Smooth. [exits with Ingrid]

[Girl jumps down from counter where she was sitting, joins crowd. Frayne & Breslaw observe crowd filing past them.] __

 

Loft above dojo 0

DM - So, you want to tell me what happened back there?

Ingrid - [looks around loft] Some Russian politician was assassinated. The police want to question me.

DM - Is there something I'm missing here?

Ingrid - No, I just happened to be in Moscow at the same hotel. I don't even know who it was.

DM - Oh, so they followed you all the way back from Moscow just to question you?

Ingrid - Actually, they already took a statement from me at the hotel. But after I left the country, they ran a check on my passport, and I guess something wasn't kosher. I don't know.

DM - I don't remember you being so careless.

Ingrid - What can I say? I haven't been great with paperwork lately. [sighs, sits on sofa] Well, what do I have to do to get a drink around here? [DM laughs.]

CUT

[later]

Ingrid - [takes drink from DM] Thank you. [They clink glasses, drink.]

DM - So they wonder about the woman with the phony passport?

Ingrid - Serves me right for getting sloppy.

DM - Well, I'm sure we can straighten it out.

Ingrid - Oh, I think it's best to just leave it alone. Who knows? They might even suspect me.

DM - Oh, you? No.

Ingrid - [laughs] Silly, isn't it? Although I must admit the world's a much better place without Igor Stefanovich.

DM - Thought you said you didn't know his name.

Ingrid - Well, I must've seen it in a newspaper... on TV or something.

DM - Oh.

Ingrid - I have a plane to catch. I have to go.

DM - You're-- You're leaving now?

Ingrid - Oh, yes. Too many questions to answer if they find me. Oh. It's been really great seeing you again, Duncan. [kisses his cheek]

DM - What's going on, Ingrid?

Ingrid - Nothing.

DM - If you need any help...

Ingrid - I'll know where to find you. [enters elevator, closes gate]

[DM watches her leave, turns away, walks over to couch.]

 

Seawalk by marina 5

CUT

<DM - It's not a question of just the boxing. It's that the kids need something to do, to have discipline. don't you understand?

Methos - I'm not a big fan of blood sports.

DM - Oh, dear. 6

Methos - So what happened to your friend?

DM - She left.

Methos - She didn't stick around long.>

DM - No.

Methos - She, uh, mention why the police were after her?

DM - She said, uh, they were here to tie up some loose ends.

Methos - Oh, right. So, uh, five patrol cars and ten uniforms? That's a lot of manpower to tie up a few loose ends.

DM - You're an old cynic. [They both examine newspapers from coin-operated kiosks.]

Methos - I try. Oh, look at this. It's an exhibition of Greek antiquities.

DM - Oh, yeah. Can't wait. A two-thousand-five-hundred-year-old garage sale.

Methos - Listen, some of this stuff could be mine. [points at ad in newspaper]

[Newspaper ad: SEACOUVER MUSEUM OF FINE ARTS
{??}
GRECIAN ANTIQUITIES]

[DM grabs paper from Methos.]

[Newspaper ad: NEW FREEDOM PARTY
ALAN WILKINSON
SPEAKS OUT
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 25
SEACOUVER COMMUNITY CENTER
MAIN AUDITORIUM
DOORS OPEN AT 6:00PM
ALL WELCOMED]

Methos - I believe the phrase is, "Do you mind if I borrowed your newspaper?”

DM - Damn it. [shoves paper back at Methos, starts walking quickly away]

Methos - Mac?

DM - Uh, I'll see you later.

 

Seacouver Community Center 3

Wilkinson - [rehearsing his speech] Now is time for white America to stand up. NOW is the time for white America to stand up... and remember who we are 7 and what we stand for.

Man - [offscreen] Hey, Jerry, you want to bring more chairs over here?

Man - [offscreen] I got it.

[DM enters venue.]

Wilkinson - [still rehearsing] Now is time for white America to stand up and remember who we are and what we've done.

Technician - [offscreen] Can we get a sound check, sir?

Wilkinson - [steps up to podium, leans toward mike] White is right. [leans back slightly] How's that?

Technician - [offscreen] Thank you, sir.

[DM senses 'buzz' as Ingrid enters venue.]

<Wilkinson - [goes back to rehearsing, in background behind main dialogue] Now is time for white America to stand up and remember who we are and what we've done. To remember whose sweat built this nation. And let me say, it's time to take it {back}.> CUT

DM - I guess you didn't leave town.

Ingrid - CUT If you're my friend, you'll turn around and walk out that door.

<Wilkinson - [continuing in background] You know, and I know. Everybody knows. And damn it, I say it's time to stop. I say it's time for white {??}.> CUT

DM - Because I'm your friend, I can't let you do this.

Ingrid - This is none of your business, Duncan.

<Wilkinson - [continuing in background] I say it's time for us to stick out our {??} {and say} we are a white nation--> CUT

DM - You can't do this. I'm not going to watch you kill an innocent man.

<Wilkinson - [continuing in background] --that prays to a white God. {??}> CUT

[They are starting to draw the attention of Wilkinson's bodyguard.]

Ingrid - Let go of my arm.

DM - No, I won't.

Ingrid - I'm only doing what needs to be done.

<Wilkinson - [stops rehearsing as bodyguard moves toward him] What the hell's going on out there?> CUT

[Ingrid pulls out a gun. DM grabs her hand, keeping her from aiming it at Wilkinson.]

DM - It's not going to happen.

Ingrid - [backs away suddenly as bodyguard approaches them] Oh my God! He's got a gun! [runs out]

[DM turns around to find gun pointed at him by bodyguard. He raises his hands, drops Ingrid's gun.]
 

ACT TWO

[later] 3

Breslaw - Are you a writer of fiction, Mr. MacLeod?

DM - [shakes his head] Mm-mmm.

Breslaw - [holds up toothpick that he has been chewing on] Smoking was much more agreeable. [laughs] That's a shame. Possessed of such an imagination, it seems a shame to squander your talents on my humble self.

DM - If I could help you, Inspector, I would.

Breslaw - Would you?

DM - Mm-hmm. __

Breslaw - Let's review, shall we? You just happen to be here when they are setting up for the Wilkinson speech.

DM - No, I was here the day before for a boxing match and I was--

Breslaw - [interrupts him] A woman you have never seen before has a gun. You take the gun away from her. Then she screams YOU have a gun, and runs away, leaving you holding the weapon. Do I understand correctly so far?

DM - I know how it sounds.

Breslaw - Do you? Do you, Mr. MacLeod? CUT If I have learned anything in my relatively undistinguished career with Interpol, it is that nothing is impossible. And no one is who they seem to be. No one. [laughs, pulls out paper -- a police sketch of Ingrid] CUT Is this the girl?

DM - Um, I'm not certain, actually. [clears his throat] I didn't really get a good look at her.

Breslaw - Pity. Normally when one disarms a potential assassin, one pays more attention to detail. CUT [to Frayne] Don't bother with prints, Robert. She won't have left any.

CUT

DM - What is this about?

Breslaw - It's about murder, Mr. MacLeod. It's about murder. <Let's start again. [DM groans.] A woman you have never seen before has a gun.> CUT

 

Establishing shot: Dojo 8 6
 

Loft above dojo 0

[DM senses 'buzz' as elevator rises.]

Ingrid - [when DM exits elevator] I'm sorry, but you left me no choice.

DM - Doors and windows were locked. Elevator needs a key. You've gotten good.

Ingrid - I've had to.

DM - So what have you been doing in the past fifty years, Ingrid?

Ingrid - Traveling, mostly.

DM - Traveling or running?

Ingrid - Both. After the war, I spent a few years in Israel.

DM - Israel?

Ingrid - With the Mossad. And then a couple years in England with Special Services, and then with the CIA.

DM - You had good teachers.

Ingrid - The best.

DM - So what Breslaw was saying about the murders was true?

Ingrid - They weren't murders. They were assassinations. There's a difference.

DM - The end result is the same.

Ingrid - Yes, but some people deserve to die. That's the difference.

DM - Must be quite a responsibility being judge, jury and executioner.

Ingrid - You think I want to do what I do?

DM - I don't know what to think.

Ingrid - I've only killed the ones who needed it. 9 [She looks over at DM.]

DM - How many?

Ingrid - Not enough.

DM - Since when was it so easy for you to kill?

 

Flashback - Berlin, 1944 - beer hall 4

[Super: Berlin, 1944]

[Alfred Kluten's "Kölsche Mädche" ("Girl from Cologne") is playing in the background.]

<Ingrid - I think you will like him. He's very good.

Stauffenberg - It's time that he was here.

Ingrid - He'll be here soon. Just relax. [as DM approaches their table] Ah.> CUT Colonel Stauffenberg, Duncan MacLeod.

DM - We've had good reports about you, Colonel.

Stauffenberg - You are British?

DM - Yes.

Stauffenberg - I have the papers for a German officer returning from the Russian front. You will never pass.

DM - [in German] Ich versichere Ihnen, Oberst Stauffenberg, Sie können Ihr volles Vertrauen in mich und meine Fähigkeiten setzen. [clicks his heels and gives Nazi salute]

Translation (according to shooting script): I assure you, Colonel Stauffenberg, you can put your complete confidence in me and my abilities.

Stauffenberg - Your German is very good.

DM - I've had lots of time to practice.

Ingrid - You're certain there's no other way than a bomb?

Stauffenberg - No one is allowed to carry a gun in the presence of the Führer. This is our only way. [to DM] You have the fuses?

DM - All the way from England. [as barmaid brings them beers] Danke schön, fraulein.

Translation: Danke schön, fraulein - Thank you, miss

Ingrid - Vielen dank.

Translation: Vielen dank - Thank you very much

[DM waits for barmaid to leave, then shows Stauffenberg fuse hidden in cigarette package]

Stauffenberg - They run ten minutes?

DM - [nods] You break the glass, it releases the acid. The acid eats through the wire and the wire releases the firing pin. Eight, ten minutes -- can't be exact.

Stauffenberg - That is good enough. The device will be placed in my briefcase.

DM - All right, then. This is how I see it... [pours line of salt from salt shaker onto table cloth, drawing a large rectangle] The "Wolf's Lair" -- Hitler's headquarters. There are sentries here, here, and here. [pours small piles of salt in 3 locations within rectangle] But most important of all is the S.S. checkpoint on the main road here. [marks location outside rectangle] The conference room and the underground bunker are here. [draws smaller square inside rectangle with the salt] There's only one way in. [uses his finger to make an opening in one side of the square] CUT

Stauffenberg - So there's not a chance in hell he can escape this time. [wipes the salt map away with his hand]

Ingrid - And the reserve army is ready to step in?

Stauffenberg - The shadow government is prepared, both here and in occupied France. As soon as they receive word that "Operation Valkyrie" is completed, a new Germany will be born. To Valkyrie, then. [raises his glass]

Ingrid - [raises her glass] To Valkyrie.

DM - [raises his glass] To Valkyrie.

[They clink glasses together.]

 

Staircase at entrance to beer hall 4

DM - What is it?

Ingrid - For two hundred years the most I've ever done about war is talk about it.

DM - Well, it's natural to be a little afraid.

Ingrid - Oh, I'm not afraid, Duncan. The worst they can do is shoot me.

DM - Then what is it?

Ingrid - Truth?

DM - Yeah.

Ingrid - I've never killed a mortal before. I've used my sword when I've had to, but always against our kind. This is different.

DM - Yes, it is.

Ingrid - Some of those men are just soldiers fighting for their country, and tomorrow they'll die. CUT Their children will grow up without fathers.

DM - That's true, Ingrid. That will happen. But something else will happen, too. Hitler will be dead. Fraulein. [offers her his hand]

CUT

Loft above dojo 0

(resume previous scene)

CUT

DM - Wilkinson is not Hitler.

Ingrid - But he might become Hitler.

DM - Yeah, but you don't know that.

Ingrid - I won't take that chance. He has to be stopped. At sixteen, he and his friends beat two gay men to death. At twenty, they burned three black churches in the South.

DM - Ingrid, if you have the proof--

Ingrid - There is no proof. He's smart, MacLeod. He's done nothing in years. Now all he does is give a speech and a dozen other people go out and burn churches for him. He has to die. There is no other way.

DM - There has to be another way.

Ingrid - Fifty years from now, I don't want to look back on this day as the day I could have saved the world from him. Duncan, we're old friends. Don't try to stop me. Please. I won't let you. [leaves]
 

ACT THREE

Joe's Bar 0

DM - [as Methos laughs loudly] You mind telling me what you find funny about this?

Methos - Okay, yeah, well, not exactly "funny", but, um, pretty entertaining, yeah. [chuckles]

Joe - Just what is so entertaining?

Methos - MacLeod tussling with another of his, um, moral dilemmas.

DM - You know, there are times I really don't like you.

Methos - That's okay, sometimes I don't like myself.

Joe - I see. Ingrid Henning.

Methos - Hey, ask-- ask Joe about her.

DM - I don't have to ask Joe about her. I know about her. She failed to kill Hitler in '44, and she's been making up for it ever since.

 

Flashback - Rastenburg, East Prussia, 1944 - road near "Wolf's Lair", night 7 CUT

[Super: East Prussia, 1944]

Stauffenberg - This is not good news.

Ingrid - I can't believe they moved the briefing.

DM - Pull over here. [Ingrid pulls military staff car to side of road.]

Stauffenberg - [gets out of car] The conference room is above ground. The energy of the blast will be deflected out of the windows.

[DM & Ingrid also get out.]

DM - Then we'll just have to put the briefcase as close to Hitler as possible.

Stauffenberg - Well, leave that to me. And this time I will stay to make sure it goes off.

DM - No, I'm not going to let you sacrifice yourself.

Stauffenberg - It is not up to you.

DM - Colonel, imagine the chaos after tonight. Germany's going to need someone to restore order. And they're going to need somebody to negotiate a peaceful surrender with the Allies.

Ingrid - He's right. Today is just the beginning. The real work comes later.

DM - I'll stay in the room after you place the briefcase.

Ingrid - Listen to him. It's the only way.

Stauffenberg - Come. The German people will not forget the British soldier who gave his life for them today. I will see to that.

DM - If you don't mind, Colonel, I'd rather stay anonymous.

[They get back in the car.]

 

Establishing shot: outside "Wolf's Lair", night 10 7 CUT
 

Flashback - Rastenburg, East Prussia, 1944 - outside "Wolf's Lair", night 7 CUT

[Super: East Prussia, 1944] (This is added to the domestic version.)

[Ingrid drives military staff car up to bunker, parks. DM, Ingrid & Stauffenberg get out, are greeted by Nazi officer.]

Stauffenberg - [introducing DM & officer to each other] Chief of Staff Field Marshall Brandt, Colonel Frick. Newly returned from the Russian front.

Brandt - [to DM] No doubt, Frick, you are here to explain why the British convoys are still getting through, supplying the Red Army.

DM - I can assure you, Field Marshal, you'll find my report completely satisfactory.

Brandt - [scoffs] It is not I who must be satisfied. [turns and salutes as Hitler walks past with several officers. Stauffenberg & DM also salute. Brandt follows Hitler. Stauffenberg exchanges a look with DM, then goes to staff car to retrieve the briefcase. He breaks the glass on the fuse inside, then carries the briefcase back to DM.]

Stauffenberg - God be with you, Duncan MacLeod.

[They walk toward the bunker together. Ingrid stays with the car.]

 

Flashback - Rastenburg, East Prussia, 1944 - "Wolf's Lair" conference room, night 0 CUT

Hitler - Fifteen kilometer of railroad destroyed in the last air strike alone! The new fifty-millimeter Flak Guns are completely useless! They are laughing at me! [Officer enters room, whispers something to Stauffenberg, leaves. Stauffenberg glances at briefcase on floor near him.] <This cannot go on. The honor of Germany is at stake.> CUT I will not stand for it! Do you hear me?

Stauffenberg - [exchanges glance with DM, leans over toward Brandt] Excuse me, Field Marshal, I must make a call.

Hitler - Why build Flak Towers around the railroad yard if the guns don't work!?

 

[meanwhile] 7

[Ingrid waits by staff car outside.]

 

[inside] 0

Hitler - Who is the imbecile responsible?

Brandt - [clears his throat] Perhaps I can explain.

Hitler - I hope for your sake you can.

Brandt - If I may demonstrate... [stands, moves to head of table, kicks briefcase with his foot, hands briefcase down to opposite end of table. Close-up of fuse.]

 

[meanwhile] 7

[Ingrid smokes a cigarette by staff car outside.]

 

[inside] 0

[Close-up of fuse. DM starts walking around the head of the table.]

Brandt - The railway lines have been destroyed here, here, and here. [Close-up of fuse.] The flak towers have been deployed here. [stops & looks at DM as he walks past. DM stops walking.]

 

[meanwhile] 7

[Ingrid smokes a cigarette by staff car outside.]

 

[inside] 0

[Close-up of fuse. DM glances at Hitler, starts running toward opposite end of table.]

Brandt - What are you doing?

[The fuse ignites the bomb before DM can reach it.]

 

[outside] 7

[The bunker explodes. Ingrid lights another cigarette. Brandt & Hitler stumble from the bunker.]

Hitler - [as officer tries to help him] Fool, let me go. [Ingrid drops cigarette, grabs pistol from staff car, aims at Hitler] Providence has spared me again. I am invincible! [Ingrid continues to aim pistol at Hitler, breathing hard.] The hand of God himself protects the Fuhrer! [Ingrid continues to aim pistol at Hitler, wants to shoot him, but can't.] The hand of God himself protects the Fuhrer! The hand of God himself protects the Fuhrer!

Officer - Halt! [shoots Ingrid] CUT

<DM - [voice-over] Hitler should have died that day, but we failed. And Ingrid blames herself.>

 

Joe's Bar 0

(resume previous scene)

Methos - Come on, man. You are not buying into that tawdry guilt-induced little melodrama.

DM - Oh, I forgot. We're talking to the only guilt-free man in the Western world.

Methos - No, we're talking about Ingrid. CUT It is the ultimate in arrogance to think that one person can alter the course of history.

CUT

DM - You can't deny that by killing Hitler in '44, thousands of lives would've been saved -- maybe millions.

Methos - Yeah, and if you'd killed him in '43 like Rommel wanted, maybe Germany would have won the war. History makes men, MacLeod. Men don't make history. I'm talking about the time, okay? The "Zeitgeist," to quote the Germans. If it hadn't been the little painter from Austria, it would've been someone else. Would've been a-- I don't know, shopkeeper, a garbage man... My point is, it doesn't matter. The times were ripe for a Fuhrer.

DM - My point is, it was Hitler. [Methos sighs, shakes his head.] [to Joe] You're a historian. What do you think?

Joe - Huh-uh. I'm not getting in the middle of this.

DM - Coward.

Methos - Ditto.

Joe - All right, you want an answer?

Methos - Mm-hmm.

Joe - Who gives a damn?

Methos - Hey. [gives DM a significant look]

Joe - What matters is that it's Mac's friend.

Methos - Pretty smart. For a kid.

Joe - [gives Methos a half-grin, 11 looks back at DM] What are you going to do?

DM - In her heart, she thinks she's right. And part of me agrees. I don't know how to stop her.

Methos - Don't you?

DM - [pointedly] No. I don't. [leaves]

Joe - You know, you really can be an arrogant pain in the ass sometimes.

Methos - [reaches for his glass] Guilty as charged. 12

 

Empty dojo 0

[DM enters dojo. Breslaw & two cops are waiting for him. The cops point their guns at DM.]

Breslaw - We let ourselves in.

DM - I love company. Who brought the beer? [as one cop grabs DM's arm, spins him around against a wall] Is this really necessary?

Breslaw - I had a man watching this place. He saw Ingrid coming out.

DM - You found her?

Breslaw - Where is she?

DM - Guess not.

Breslaw - You lied to me. You said you didn't know her.

DM - Well, maybe she was coming here looking for a workout.

Breslaw - Where is she?

DM - If I told you I didn't know, would you believe me?

Breslaw - I've already made that mistake. [to cops] Take him downtown.

[They escort DM through dojo doors and down hallway to exit.]

 

Police interrogation room 0

[Breslaw and DM sit facing each other across table. DM stares at Breslaw, saying nothing. Breslaw stares at DM, chewing on toothpick.]

Breslaw - [holds up toothpick] My only vice left. [tosses toothpick aside] 13 I'm not interested in you, MacLeod. I suggest you don't make me interested.

DM - If you think I'm involved in these murders, then charge me.

Breslaw - "Charge me or set me free." [laughs] The cry of the innocent man. I might not charge you, MacLeod. I know you are not in this with her. But what you are is a blind fool.

DM - Then give me a white cane and I'll get out of here.

Breslaw - Not quite. What is she to you? A lover? A relation, perhaps? Or just an old friend? Old friends are the worst. They claim more of your soul.

DM - I don't agree with what Ingrid’s done.

Breslaw - But part of you understands it, yes? A little story.

DM - Do I have a choice?

Breslaw - I'll be brief.

DM - Good.

Breslaw - Once there was a writer... a poet, actually. But he lived in the dark times -- Hitler, the Nazis -- and soon he was afraid to stay in Germany. So he took his wife and son and escaped to Romania. He thought they would be safe there. And for a while they had a good life. They were happy there. Until one night when the Communists broke into his house. They took him away in the dead of night and shot him. For his poetry. You see? They shot my father for writing poetry, MacLeod. So part of me understands Ingrid, too. A tyrant here. A dictator there. And now, there is this Wilkinson. Despicable. Some people might say murdering him is a community service. What would you say, MacLeod?

DM - I say you should postpone Wilkinson's speech tomorrow night. I want to stop Ingrid as much as you do.

Breslaw - On that we would agree. [Someone opens interrogation room door, speaks to Breslaw.] Your lawyer is here. And since I'm not going to charge you... Good-bye. <[leaves]

DM - [frowns to himself] My lawyer? [ponders this briefly __] This I've got to see. [leaves]> CUT

 

Outside metropolitan police station 0

[Two officers cross in front of camera, 14 start up stairs to entrance.]

Methos - [passes officers while leaving station] Officers. [starts down steps, following DM] __ Well, that worked pretty well.

DM - Since when are you my attorney?

Methos - Whatever you need. Lawyer, doctor, Indian chief -- I've got paperwork to cover it all.

<DM - Yeah, of course. I forgot. [looks around] CUT

Methos - Uh, Mac. Cab. [starts walking with DM]> Okay, Watcher records are a bit sketchy on our lady, so I had a chat with the desk sergeant while I was waiting.

DM - So you know she committed at least fifteen murders in the past ten years.

Methos - Yeah, which leaves about forty years unaccounted for. The mind boggles.

DM - Oh, come on, man. Who's to know-- Who's to say she's not right? [Methos scoffs.] I mean, maybe the people she killed deserved to die.

Methos - Okay, this is the angle now, is it? The end justifies the means. It's not very original.

DM - She believes she’s making the world a better place.

Methos - Mac, that's exactly what he believed. Remember? Uh, what was his name? Uh, Adolf Something-or-other.

<DM - "Adolf Something-or-other." I don't believe you. [walks off]

Methos - [calls after him] You believe it. You just don't want to hear it.

DM - Yeah.> CUT

 

Establishing shot: Hotel 2
 

Hotel curb 2

Frayne - [sits in unmarked car, sees Ingrid come out of hotel, looks at police sketch to confirm it is her] We got you. [looks back up. Ingrid is gone.] Damn it. [gets out of car, looks around, gets back in car & talks into police radio] It's Frayne. Patch me through to the inspector.

Dispatcher - [on radio] Connecting. It'll be one minute, Detective.

[Ingrid walks up to car, points gun at Frayne.]

Frayne - Okay, Ingrid. Just relax. Nobody's going to--

Ingrid - That's right. Nobody's going to stop me. CUT

<Dispatcher - [on radio] Patching through, Detective Frayne.

Ingrid - I'm sorry.

Dispatcher - [on radio] Frayne, do you read? Over.>
 

ACT FOUR

Establishing shot: Dojo 6
 

Dojo office 0

DM - No, no, no, no. I don't believe it. Stefanovich, yes. Wilkinson, maybe. But there's no way she would kill a cop.

Breslaw - Are you sure?

DM - I'm positive. There's no way. She couldn't do that.

Breslaw - I was right. You are a fool! [pulls tape recorder from his pocket, pushes play button] Listen.

Frayne - [on recording] It's Frayne. Patch me through to the inspector. Okay, Ingrid. Just relax. Nobody's going to--

Ingrid - [on recording] That's right. Nobody's going to stop me. I'm sorry.

<Frayne - [on recording] I have a wife and children. No, please! Don't.> CUT

[A gunshot rings out on the recording.]

Ingrid - [on recording] But I can't let anyone stop me.

<Dispatcher - [on recording] Calling all cars, officer needs assistance at Olympia Hotel--> CUT

Breslaw - [turns off recorder] The police station log tape. Where is she? [DM is silent.] MacLeod! That woman will kill anyone who gets in her way. For the last time, where is she?

DM - I don't know.

Breslaw - I hope you have a dark suit, because soon you will be going to the funeral of a friend. [leaves]

 

Outside hotel, night 2

[Van with 'ALAN WILKINSON / NEW FREEDOM PARTY' stickers pulls up to curb at hotel entrance, parks. Ingrid, disguised as bag lady, crosses to hotel entrance.]

Man - [gets out of van] Hold it. [turns, points gun at Ingrid]

Cop - [offscreen] Don't move.

Breslaw - It's not Wilkinson, Ingrid. Drop it. Drop it, or you are dead. It's not him.

[Ingrid turns to shoot at Breslaw. Breslaw shoots her.]

Breslaw - What a waste.

 

Joe's Bar 0

DM - [sitting at bar with Breslaw, drinking shots] You're not driving, are you?

Breslaw - Never gets any easier.

DM - What?

Breslaw - The killing, I mean.

DM - Maybe it's not supposed to..

Breslaw - [lights cigarette] Maybe if I die a little tonight, it will even things out between me and God.

DM - I hear Wilkinson's speech is back on for tomorrow night.

Breslaw - This time, he's on his own. When I was a little boy, everything was black and white. Good and evil, you see? Then I grew up and discovered that there was only grey. I'm sorry I had to kill your friend.

DM - The Ingrid I knew I'll never forget. But the one you killed... I don't even know who she was. CUT You did what you had to do.

Breslaw - But was I right? If this fascist scum Wilkinson becomes your president in the next five or ten years... how am I going to sleep at night?

DM - I would have made the same choice.

 

Seacouver Community Center, the next night 3

Wilkinson - They call me a racist. Why? Because I have the guts to tell the truth.

Crowd - That's right! Yeah!

Wilkinson - It's not my truth. It's not your truth. It is THE truth, and the truth is I can't support a government that is weak, corrupt, and taxes us to death.

[John Philip Sousa's "Washington Post March" plays briefly in background as crowd cheers.]

Wilkinson - The truth is if they can't protect us and our children from these hoodlums and crackheads, we're going to do it ourselves!

[John Philip Sousa's "The Stars and Stripes Forever" begins playing briefly in background as crowd cheers.]

Methos - She's not here.

DM - She will be. She has to be.

Wilkinson - The truth is that it's time for every true American -- and we know who we are -- to stand up and say "We're not going to take it anymore!"

[John Philip Sousa's "The Thunderer" begins playing briefly in background as crowd cheers.]

Methos - This guy gives me a headache. Let's get out of here.

DM - No, no, there's something else...

Wilkinson - Do we want a white America?

Crowd - Yeah!

Wilkinson - Do we want a free America?

Crowd - Yeah!

Wilkinson - Do we want a safe America for our children?

Methos - I'm telling you, Mac, she's a no-show.

Wilkinson - Then you're going to vote for New Freedom Party. This is the New Freedom Party. Are you with me? [as DM watches, morphs into Hitler speaking German]

[Flashback to Ingrid in beer hall
Ingrid - Are you certain there's no other way than a bomb?]
4

[Flashback to Hitler in bunker conference room. DM glances at Hitler, starts running toward opposite end of table. The fuse ignites the bomb before DM can reach it. 0 The bunker explodes.] 7

DM - That's it. That's it. [Next to Wilkinson's podium is a briefcase.]

CUT

 

Outside Seacouver Community Center, night 3

DM - [exits venue, senses 'buzz'] Ingrid, don't do this. Dozens of innocent people are going to die.

Ingrid - Innocence is relative. You've lived long enough to know that.

DM - What about the cop you killed? What was his crime? He was just doing his job. He didn't care about Wilkinson. He didn't care about politics.

Ingrid - Just like those German officers we killed with that bomb? They were just soldiers. Ah, yes, but the price of killing Hitler. Except we didn't.

DM - No. That was different. That was war. [Ingrid holds up remote detonator for briefcase bomb.] Put it down.

Ingrid - I can't. [DM draws his sword.] Duncan.

DM - I don't want to do this.

Ingrid - We're old friends.

DM - This goes beyond friendship.

Ingrid - You'll never be able to do it. I know you. You're better than I am.

DM - Please.

CUT

Ingrid - Imagine a world without tyrants, without dictators.

DM - I can't let you kill everybody in that room.

Ingrid - You're prepared to sacrifice all that? For what? For a group of arrogant racist bastards who are no better than he is?

DM - It doesn't matter what they are. Put it down, damn you! You have no right to do this.

Ingrid - But you have the right to stop me? How is that different from my killing them? It's now or never, Duncan. [raises detonator, thumb reaching for the button]

DM - No! [swings sword. Detonator falls to the ground.]

Wilkinson - [inside] Are you with me, my friends? [The briefcase sits quietly at the base of his podium, unexploded.]

[DM takes Ingrid's Quickening. Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" plays in background.]

Wilkinson - It's time to make this country ours again! [His voice overlaps with Hitler giving speech in German. 8]

[Still of Nazi youths saluting. 8 Wilkinson's supporters cheer.]

German crowds (stock) - Sieg heil! Seig heil! 8

Translation: Sieg heil - Hail to victory (Nazi salute)

[Quickening ends. Wilkinson's supporters cheer. Hitlers supporters salute. 8]

German crowds - Sieg heil! Seig heil! 8

[Wilkinson's supporters cheer.]

Crowd - [inside venue] New Freedom Party! New Freedom Party!

Wilkinson - This is the New Freedom Party!

[Crowd in football stadium salutes. 8 Wilkinson's supporters cheer. Hitler & his officers salute. 8 Wilkinson raises his fists. DM carries Ingrid's body away.]

<Breslaw - [voice-over] When I was a little boy, everything was black and white. Good and evil, you see? Then I grew up and discovered there was only grey.> CUT
 

TAG

[short time later] 3

<[Cops & detectives move around outside the venue. The crowd is dispersing.] CUT

Crowd members - Yeah, great speech. New Freedom Party. New Freedom Party.

[Methos strolls past line of police vehicles. 15 Car pulls out from parallel parking, drives away.]

Crowd members - Hey, it was a nice speech. New Freedom Party. New Freedom Party. Way to go. Way to go. It's about time. All right, Wilkinson. You got my vote, mister.

Methos - [to DM] Are you okay?>

DM - Ingrid asked me something before she died.

Methos - They usually do.

DM - She said, what was the difference between her killing them and me killing her.

Methos - Good question. Right up there with "chicken and egg".

DM - So what are you saying? There is no answer?

Methos - No, there is an answer. But the real question is whether you're ready for it. [DM nods.] Stefanovich killed and Ingrid judged him. Wilkinson killed and Ingrid judged him. Ingrid killed and you judged her.

DM - So who judges me?

Methos - You hungry? [stands up]

 

End of "The Valkyrie"

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