Episode Transcripts


Episode 4: Diplomatic Immunity

Written by James Thorpe
Directed by Richard Martin
Aired: October 25, 1997
Transcript revised: 4-3-21


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Zzickle's Notes:

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Duncan MacLeod - Adrian Paul
              the Highlander


Young Molly Ivers - Paula Jane Ulrich
              in teaser

Swinson - Paul Bandey
              rich man in teaser

Smythe - Malcolm Rennie
              Willie's opponent in 1836 duel

Guard - Edward Hamilton-Clark
              at front gate of American Consul
              General residence

Butler - Martin Jaubert
              at American Consul General residence


Willie Kingsley - Jasper Britton
              Immortal con-man

Molly Ivers - Anita Dobson
              Willie's mortal girlfriend

Edward Banner - Ed Bishop
              American Consul General

Steve Banner - Alexis Denisof
              Edward's son


Doorman - ??
              at The Cole Club (in teaser)

Woman - ??
              with Swinson (in teaser)

Gentleman - Richard Martin
              Willie's mark 'saved' by DM

Thug - Cameron K. Smith
              ?? listed on imdb ??

Locations List:*
1. Gentlemans' club, police station - Château de Ferrières, Rue du Château, Ferrières-en-Brie [48.81927,2.711703]
2. Country road(s) - road to Château de Ferrières, Ferrières-en-Brie [48.822314,2.714611]
3. American consul general residence - Le Palais Rose, 14 Rue Diderot, Le Vesinet [48.897244,2.126689]; car barn [48.897019,2.125650], DM & Willie fight [48.896903,2.126261]
4. Embassy interior - Château de Ferrières, Rue du Château, Ferrières-en-Brie [48.81927,2.711703]
5. Street #1a (near embassy) - 2 Rue des Arcades, Saint-Germain-en-Laye [48.898351,2.099443]
6. London park (1836) - Château de Ferrières, Rue du Château, Ferrières-en-Brie [48.817059,2.709396]
7. Quay by barge - quay next to Pont de l'Archevêché bridge [48.851307,2.351766]
8. Street #1b (near embassy) - 1 Avenue le Notre, Saint-Germain-en-Laye: parked car [48.898008,2.098344], entryway [48.897958,2.098144], driving off [48.897794,2.098326]
9. Street #2 (driving south) - Avenue du Marechal de Lattre de Tassigny (D190), Le Pecq [48.897797,2.101697]
10. Street #3 ("accident") - 19 Rue Thiers [48.897828,2.100431] & 14 Rue Thiers [48.897778,2.099089], Saint-Germain-en-Laye
11. Alley - outdoor set at SFP Studios (Studios de Bry), 2 Avenue de l'Europe, Bry-sur-Marne [48.837147,2.534250]
12. Street #4 - Rue du Château, Ferrières-en-Brie: driving [48.823144,2.709550], walking [48.821339,2.713275]
* Locations are in/near Paris unless otherwise indicated.
= 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.) While official Eurominutes have not been confirmed for this episode, the following cuts *are* marked:

~Bolded - WGN* (1998) & Syfy (2010) - these are probably the official Eurominutes

* Special thanks to Debra Lindsay for the WGN 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>.)


Flashback - London, 1969 - outside The Cole Club 1

[Super: London, 1969]

[Unknown Artist - Unknown song

When I kiss you
I get a thrill that I can't describe
From your magic that fills my mind]

Swinson - [to woman] Get in the car.

Doorman - [holds car door for woman] There you go, ma'am.

[When I kiss you]

Swinson - All right?

Doorman - Give your wife my regards, sir.

[There comes a feeling I can't resist]

Swinson - Yes, let's go. [gets in driver's side (on the right)]

[From the tenderness in your kiss] 1


Flashback - London, 1969 - country road 2

[And when you whisper my name so fabulously
It makes me smile
It drives me wild
And I've got to {get back to your nest}
When I kiss you]

[Super: London, 1969]

[Unknown Artist - Unknown song

When I kiss you
There comes a feeling I can't resist
From the tenderness in your kiss] 2

(Altered lyrics and added super NOT in the DVD version.)

Swinson - [driving along road, as woman hands him champagne flute] Champagne. Thank you. So we were at the Pheasantry about a year ago.

Woman - Mm-hmm.

[I just fall deeper into my love
And I never want to stop]

[And when you whisper my name so breathlessly
It makes me smile
It drives me wild
And I've got to {get back to your nest}
When I kiss you
I just fall deeper into my love
And I never want to stop] 3

Swinson - Terrible place, surrounded by these awful pop stars all the time. Rodney comes up to me and says, "I'd like you to meet my lovely new wife." So then Gerald spots us and he thinks we've come together, so he says, "I'm glad to see you two have patched it up." I think we've nearly finished the bottle, haven't we? Doesn't matter. [laughs] There's more in the boot. A whole case. Give me-- Give me one more little kiss, thank you. [Woman kisses his cheek.] Mm-whaa!

[And when you whisper my name so breathlessly
It makes me smile
It drives me wild
And I've got to {get back to your nest}]

[Willie steps out in front of the vehicle and is hit. Swinson slams on the brakes. Young Molly comes running toward the road.]

Young Molly - [rushes to kneel by Willie's body] No! Oh, my God! No, please, God! No! Willie!

Swinson - [gets out of car] I didn't even see him.

Young Molly - [sobs] You've killed me darlin' Willie! Why didn't you look where you was goin'?

Swinson - He came out of nowhere!

Young Molly - Now I'm all alone in the world! No husband, no insurance.

Swinson - Yes.

Young Molly - And the kids-- The poor little dears will be begging in the streets for scraps of food.

Swinson - I wasn't even going that fast.

Young Molly - The bloody hell! You killed the only man I ever loved! Willie. You know, I'm sure that's going to be good enough for the police.

Swinson - Police?

Young Molly - Yeah. Straight on. You're a murderer, ain't ya?

Swinson - Well, uh, um-- [reaches into pocket, pulls out checkbook] Obviously, uh, I know that, uh, money could never take the place of a loved one. [clicks pen and starts writing out check]

Young Molly - What you think you're doing there?

Swinson - What's your name?

Young Molly - Molly. Molly Ivers.

Swinson - [writes on check] Molly Ivers. [as Young Molly sobs in background] You see, Molly, I'd really much rather that the police were not involved. Huh? [shows her the check]

Young Molly - [looks at check, scoffs] You're puttin' me on. For a man like me darlin' Willie that's an insult, that is.

Swinson - Yes. Yes. Yes, quite correct, of course. Um-- [puts checkbook away again] I'm sorry. I should never even have, uh, suggested such a thing.

Young Molly - [calls over her shoulder as he turns away] Now, if you could see your way to adding another zero on the end there.

Swinson - That's a lot of money!

Young Molly - Yeah, you're right. Proper thing, you know, let the police handle it and make the whole mess public, like. A bloke such as yourself, probably used to seeing your name plastered all over the papers. Sure, and your daughter in the car.

Swinson - Yes. Um-- [adds to check, tears it out of book, holds it out to her] Here. Take it. [Young Molly takes the check.] So, no police then.

Young Molly - No need to now, sir. Be a proper funeral for me Willie.

Swinson - Good. Very good. Very good. [to woman] Come on. Get in the car.

Young Molly - [calls after him] God bless you, sir.

Swinson - Yes.

Young Molly - I thank you from the bottom of me heart.

Swinson - [to woman] Get in. [gets back in car] Yes. Thank you.

Young Molly - And me little ones thank you, too.

Swinson - Right. [sighs, to woman] Don't look, all right? Just don't look. [drives past and away]

[Willie gasps, raises his head to look at the check Young Molly is holding. His eyes widen and he laughs.]

Willie - [takes check from her] Oh, my God! Oh, well done, my darling.

Young Molly - All in a day's.

Willie - Just drop the false modesty right now, okay?

Young Molly - I was good, wasn't I?

Willie - You're the best. [kisses her] And you're going to get better. [kisses her again. She laughs.] Now, this is a bit more lucrative than picking pockets in Picadilly, wouldn't you say, heh?

Young Molly - [as they get to their feet] Well, you know, I really don't think I've seen that many zeros all in one place before.

Willie - Yeah, you're right. You're right.

Young Molly - You know, you're a bloody genius.

Willie - I am?

Young Molly - Yes.

Willie - Huh! [sighs happily]

Young Molly - Do you know what?

Willie - What?

Young Molly - Do you you fancy a cuppa?

Willie - A cuppa? A cuppa what? Don't you think we've earned something a wee bit stronger? And after a wee cuppa something a bit stronger, I think we should go on a little shopping trip, perhaps to King's Road--

Young Molly - Shopping--

Willie - --or Carnaby Street.

Young Molly - King's Road!

Willie - Yeah.

Young Molly - Are you kidding me?

Willie - No.

Young Molly - Do you know what I want?

Willie - What?

Young Molly - I want a new yellow miniskirt, all right?

Willie - How many? How many?

Young Molly - Six! [giggles] And I want a new pair of those boots that come up to my thighs, you know?

Willie - I love you, Molly. [kisses her] 4

[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.



Establishing shot: Consulat Des Etats-Unis 3

[Super: U.S. Consulate, Paris]

Inside Consulate 4

Edward - [shaking General's hand] I'll look forward to meeting her, General. [looks at watch as General walks away]

DM - Calling it a day, Edward?

Edward - Afraid so, Duncan. One more boring speech, and I'll fall asleep standing up.

DM - [chuckles, in British accent] It's all part of the job for the Consul General.

Edward - Between you and me, it's the worst part -- backslapping, small talk, flattering the wives of foreign dignitaries. Not quite the battle I thought I'd be fighting for world peace when I joined the diplomatic corps. Still, it's good to see a friendly face. We should meet up for lunch, Duncan. Next week, maybe?

DM - I'd love that, yeah. Sooner, if you like. [off Edward's expression] You all right, Edward?

Edward - Oh, sometimes I just wonder if the life I'm living is worth the life I'm living, if you know what I mean.

DM - Hm.

Edward - And it's sometimes very nice to be able to talk to someone who isn't playing the diplomatic game.

DM - Well, anytime. You know that.

Edward - I'll call you next week.

DM - Okay. [leaves] 5


Street near Consulate 5

[DM senses 'buzz', walks around corner.]

Molly - Oh, my God! My husband! You killed my husband!

DM - [sees Molly kneeling by Willie's body in the street] I don't believe it. [walks toward gentleman standing by car as Molly sobs over Willie] It's all right, sir. He's not dead.

Molly - [strident] What do you mean, he's not dead? 'Course he's dead! Look at him!

DM - [mockingly] Oh, he'll be fine. [grabs Willie by lapels, starts to lift him up]

Molly - [pushes Willie down] Put him down! He's dead, I tell ya!

DM - He's going to be fine.

Molly - Let him be!

DM - He's going to be all right.

Molly - Let him be!

[Willie groans, coughs.]

DM - See? [to gentleman by car] It's all right, sir. Get back in your car. I'll deal with this from here. [hauls Willie to his feet]

Molly - Oi! I'm calling the police!

DM - Go ahead. [turns Willie around to face him]

Willie - [recognizes DM] Oh, no.

DM - Oh! Is that any way to greet an old friend? [pats Willie condescendingly on the cheek]

Willie - [to Molly] Tell me he didn't, pet. [Molly nods, defeated.] God damn you, MacLeod. You always were too noble for my own good. CUT <What'd you stick your big nose in for? I mean, every time, why is it you pop out of the woodwork? Oh, Molly.

Molly - Oi! {Who he?}

Willie - This is MacLeod. MacLeod, Molly.

Molly - Who?

DM - Molly? [shakes her hand]

Molly - {How do you do?}

Willie - {??} every time. I've known him for centuries.>


Flashback - London, 1836 - park 6

[Super: London, 1836]

[DM senses 'buzz', walks toward small gathering of men nearby.]

Smythe's second - [in background] Yes. The last will and testament, sir, was left on your desk early this morning.

Willie - Ah, my good friend, MacLeod. Lovely day to die, wouldn't you say.

DM - [tips his hat to Smythe] A moment with your opponent, sir.

Willie - If you don't mind, this is a personal matter.

DM - What are you up to now, Willie?

Willie - Well, what does it look like?

DM - Do you not think you have an unfair advantage?

Willie - We shall both have pistols.

DM - May I remind you? You're an Immortal -- he's not.

Willie - Piffle. He challenged me. And if you really want to know, I have no intention of killing him. I want to lose. So, come on. Trust me, mate.

DM - Well, I'll tell you one thing, "mate." You kill him, it won't be your last duel today.

Willie - Understood. And understand this, MacLeod. This matter doesn't concern you. You interfere at your own peril.

<Smythe's second - [in background] Gentlemen, you'll gather your weapons, please. CUT

Willie - [smiles, pats DM on the shoulder] Grand. Absolutely grand. You shall be my second.

DM - Oh, an honor, sir. [They bow to each other, turn back to rest of the group.]

Smythe's second - Pistols, gentlemen.

Willie - [faces Smythe] We have the honor of the count.

DM - Very well. [to Smythe] Is there any chance of a reconciliation?

Smythe - [nasally] My honor has been besmirched. I shall have satisfaction.

DM - [clears his throat] Very well then. Prepare yourselves, gentlemen. [steps back as Smythe's second approaches with case containing two dueling pistols]

Smythe's second - You have first choice of a weapon, sir. [Willie takes one of the pistols.] And your weapon, sir. [Smythe takes the other pistol.] Now, gentlemen, if you'll about-face. [They stand back-to-back.]>

DM - On the count of ten. [They pace away from each other as DM counts.] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

[They turn to face each other. Willie shoots first. His aim is way off, knocking the hat off the head of Smythe's second. Willie pretends to be shocked. DM rolls his eyes. Smythe takes careful aim, shoots Willie. Willie gasps, staggers forward, hands his pistol off to DM. Smythe gapes, lowers pistol. Willie cups DM's cheek with his hand, falls to his knees.]

Willie - [breathless] This veil of life... is lifted... at la-- 6 [falls backward, dead]

[Doctor kneels by Willie, then shakes his head and departs.]

Smythe - Many a man I've seen face death, but none so nobly as your friend.

DM - Aye. There aren't-- There weren't many like him.

[Smythe and his second depart. DM watches them go, then looks back down. With a sideways glance at the departing men, he nudges Willie with his foot. 7]


[short time later]

[Willie lies dead on the grass with a beautific smile on his face. He revives with a gasp, looks around. DM is resting against a nearby tree. He waves at Willie, who gets up and walks over to join him.]

Willie - Good of you to wait, MacLeod.

DM - I wouldn't have missed this for the world. [Willie chuckles, starts to walk off.] Where are you going?

Willie - Huh? Oh, first things first. [grabs leather satchel from behind tree]

DM - Ah! Unbelievable.

Willie - [chuckles] It is amazing what a man will do for one hundred thousand pounds.

DM - I beg your pardon?

Willie - [starts taking off bloody shirt] My illustrious opponent, Smythe, and I are partners.

DM - Were partners.

Willie - Oh, yeah. Sorry. [laughs] Correct. Were partners. [takes clean shirt out of satchel, puts it on as he explains] We had a little trading company, and lo and behold, if Smythe didn't discover a wee hole in the coffers.

DM - A hundred thousand pounds, perhaps?

Willie - There now. What have I been saying all this time about you and me? Great minds and all that, eh? So, Smythe confronted me. And, you know, being an honest man by nature-- [DM laughs sarcastically at this.] I found myself in the unenviable position of having to tell the truth. [puts on new vest over the shirt] Be of good cheer, man. Smythe's an upper-class bore. By killing me, he's restored his honor. At a hundred thousand pounds, I think he got off quite cheaply. [sighs] So what's the problem, huh? He's happy, I'm happy.

DM - You're a thief and an embezzler.

Willie - It's a good thing you're a friend, MacLeod. Anyway, it's getting late. I must be off.

DM - Where are you going?

Willie - Catching a ship to the Americas. Greener pastures and all that, you know.

DM - And it'd be rather unfortunate if you bumped into Smythe.

Willie - Yeah, yeah. That too. Well, thanks for everything. [takes his top hat from DM] Oh! [shakes DM's hand]

DM - Don't mention it.


On deck of barge 7

Willie - Isn't this the setup?

DM - It's home.

Willie - Hah! Home? Home and a slow getaway vehicle all in one. Aren't you the sly one?

DM - [laughs] You haven't changed a bit, Willie.

Willie - [as Molly holds out jacket for him to put on] Thank you. Ahh. [slides jacket on] No Cristal?

DM - Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know I was going to find your dead body in the street. Otherwise I would've been more prepared for the celebration.

Molly - Don't be ungracious, love.

DM - What did you ever do to deserve him?

Molly - Picked his pocket.

DM - You're kidding.

Willie - That's my girl.

Molly - Twenty-nine years ago.

Willie - In Blackpool.

Molly - Glasgow, dear.

Willie - Yeah, Glasgow. Yeah, of course. I remember it as though it was yesterday. It was a sunny, beautiful day.

Molly - Poured rain.

Willie - Yeah. And you, you were all in white. Looked like an angel.

Molly - I was in blue. You asked me to dance. 8

Willie - And you picked the leather right out from under my nose.

Molly - Said I was the best you ever saw.

Willie - That you were, dearie. [Molly chuckles.] And you stole my heart along with my wallet.

DM - [pops cork on champagne bottle] Champagne, anyone?

[Willie and Molly both laugh.]

Willie - See what I mean, my darling? The man's generous to a fault.

DM - [trying to head Willie off] No, not this time.

Willie - I haven't even asked you yet.

Molly - [as DM hands champagne to them] Thank you.

Willie - Strictly a loan.

Molly - Willie.

Willie - All right, all right. Forget the money. You wouldn't mind puttin' us up here for a few days, would ya?

DM - You want to stay here?

Willie - Well, you know, it is a bit spartan for my tastes, you know. And we would be a bit cramped, I suppose. But I'm sure we could manage.

DM - You think so?

Willie - Yeah! What's a little snoring between friends? [chuckles] You've got plenty of hot water, have you? She takes long showers, this one. And breakfast -- still addicted to those bangers in the morning. Oh, God! Difficult commodity to find, of course, in Paris, but I'm sure you'll manage. Grilled tomatoes. Lots of coffee. Plenty of fresh coffee.

Molly - [as DM tosses his wallet on table] Oh, no. We couldn't.

DM - No, YOU couldn't, but he could. [holds wallet out toward Willie]

Willie - Ahh. If you insist.

DM - Oh, I insist. Just a loan.

Willie - Yeah, oh--

DM - [takes money out of wallet] That enough?

[Willie motions with his hand as DM counts out additional bills. DM gives him a look as he hands over the money.]

Willie - [snatches up the bills] Hah! [waves the money in Molly's face]

Molly - Oh, stop!

Willie - Anything for an old friend, eh?


Street near embassy 8

[Edward drives up, parks by curb. Steve watches from around corner of building as Edward gets out, opens door for his mistress.]

Edward - There you go, my dear. [locks car door with key, turns on alarm with key fob] Hope you don't mind parking around the back. Oh, look at this. These vines remind me of my garden at the consulate. Never seen it, have you? Going to get you out there sometime for a party.

[He escorts his mistress away, still talking. Steve waits until they are out of sight, goes over to car, turns off alarm with key fob, unlocks door with key, gets in and drives away. As he drives, he pulls a small vial from his pocket, uncaps it. 9]


Different street near embassy 10

Molly - Did you have to put the touch on MacLeod like that? We've already got loads.

Willie - You saw it. The man threw the money at me.

Molly - Oh!

Willie - Anyway, besides, it's good to keep your hand in.

Molly - Aha!

[Willie stops and watches Steve's car almost hit another farther up the street.]

Driver - Hey! What are you, crazy? {??}

Molly - Uh-oh. No. No. Absolutely not.

Willie - Oh, come on, pet!

Molly - No, no, no!

Willie - Just one, just one.

Molly - No. Can't we just go to the Riviera as planned?

Willie - Yeah, and I'll buy you a string bikini for the beach.

Molly - You will not! I haven't the figure for that anymore.

Willie - You have in my eyes. To me you'll always be that sweet young lass from Glasgow.

Molly - Keep talking.

[Steve's car drives down the street toward them. Steve is distracted, looking down as he drives. 9]

Molly - All right then. Just one more.

Willie - Just one.

[Both of them are pointing a finger at each other and they bat at each other's hand.]

Molly - Would you stop it? One! [gives him a quick kiss] Go.

Willie - Okay. [walks out into the street right in front of Steve's car]

[Steve slams on the brakes as Willie goes rolling across the road. Cue Molly who runs screaming over to him.]

Molly - Oh, my God, no! Willie! [throws herself over his body, sobbing] My husband! Oh, he's dead! You killed him!

Steve - Where did he come from?

Molly - Fancy car, innit, for a young bloke to be drivin'?

Steve - Uh, no, it's not my car.

Molly - It's probably stolen, isn't it? [continues sobbing] We'll have to call the police! They'll have to be told! [Steve looks around. The street is deserted. 11] Not that it matters to someone like you. [He continues looking around -- no one in sight. 11] You're probably loaded with money! And we haven't got any! And I've got kids as well! [As she continues her spiel, Steve sneaks over to pile of bricks nearby and grabs one.] Oh, Willie, what're we going to do? We'll have to call the police. They'll have to be told! Oh, Willie! [continues as Steve sneaks up behind her] Oh, you could easily write us a check--

[Steve whacks her in the head with the brick, then gets back in his car.]

Willie - [revives with a gasp] So, pet, how'd we do, eh? [Steve drives away with a squeal of tires. Molly lies motionless sprawled across Willie's back.] Molly? Hm? [rolls over, cradles Molly] God! Oh, God! [looks up as Steve's car squeals its way around the corner and out of sight] Come on. Wake up, wake up. Wake up, wake up. [feels her wrist for a pulse, hugs her body to him, crying] Please, no! No! No, no, no!


On deck of barge 7

Willie - Are you crazy? I can't go to the cops. I mean, come on. Wake up. You think they'll give a damn about a small-time crook with a dead girlfr-- [breaks down, takes a moment to compose himself] She was my life, MacLeod. Twenty-nine years. Not long by our standards. But they were sure as hell the best years of this rotten scoundrel's life. She didn't deserve to die that way.

DM - No, she didn't.

Willie - Please help me. I-I can't do it by myself.

DM - You got it.

Willie - I got part of the license plate, a couple of numbers, a letter.

DM - Willie, whatever we find out, we let the law deal with.

Willie - The hell with the law. I've lived five hundred years without the law. I don't need it now.

DM - IF we find out who killed Molly--

Willie - I kill him.

DM - No, Willie. We do it my way, or you're on your own.

Willie - You're a hard bastard, MacLeod.

DM - It's your choice.

Willie - All right, all right. For Molly. We'll try it your way.

DM - Okay.

Willie - [to himself] For now.


Outside police station 1

[DM walks out of building and over to Willie.]

Willie - When did you get so friendly with the cops?

DM - Since I didn't make a career out of being a criminal.

Willie - Oh, yeah. Okay, okay. So give. Who owns the car?

DM - It's not "who". It's "what".

Willie - Run that by me one more time?

DM - The car's owned by the American embassy.

Willie - Well, that's no good, is it? It could be any one of a hundred people.

DM - Come on. I might know somebody who can narrow it down. [gets in Land Rover]


Establishing shot: American Consul General residence 9 3
(this is NOT in the DVD version.)

Street 12

Willie - How'd you get to be who you are, MacLeod?

DM - And who am I, Willie?

Willie - "Upstanding, live by the book, die by the book" MacLeod. Death before dishonor and all that, you know.

DM - Same way as everybody else: one day at a time.

Willie - Maybe if I'd been brought up to be a clan chief, and you'd been brought up on a dock by a family of thieves, I'd be the one with the friends on the police force.

DM - Maybe. But I've done things I'm not proud of.

Willie - Yeah, but you never had to earn your living at it. And I'll bet you that some of those things... seemed to be the right thing at the time. 10 No, I was born a scoundrel, and I'll die one. I couldn't help myself if I tried.

DM - Oh, spare me, Willie. Try conning somebody else.

Willie - [chuckles] You always could see through me, MacLeod. Okay. I'm not making any excuses for my life. I've had dozens of chances to change it.

DM - So why don't you? I've seen other people do it. You can, too.

Willie - Why should I?

DM - Because it killed Molly.

Willie - No. The life didn't kill Molly. The bastard in that car killed Molly. Molly loved the life, same as I do. You know what it's like when you look a mark in the eyes, and you know you've got him? You know the hook's in so deep, the only way he can go is straight into your pocket.

DM - Yeah, and then he goes home and tries to explain to his wife why he's lost a year's pay. [Willie groans.] Or a college education for his kids. And don't tell me you only go for those people that deserve it or can afford it. You're not that careful.


Inside American Consul General residence - Edward's office 3

Edward - I'm very sorry for your loss, Mr. Kingsley. But I'm not sure what I can do, Duncan.

DM - Um, I have a partial number of a license plate from a car from this embassy. [hands paper to Edward]

Willie - And whoever drove that car is a murdering bastard.

DM - Could you look up the number for us?

Edward - [looks at paper] I don't need to.

DM - Why?

Edward - This plate's from my car.

DM - Your car?

Willie - You?

DM - Hold on. Does anybody else have access to your car?

Willie - Where were you yesterday at four o'clock?

DM - Willie, hold on.

Willie - I'm waiting for an answer. Where were you?

DM - I said, hold on.

[Edward presses button on underside of desk.]

Willie - Out bashing innocent women on the head, by any chance?

DM - Willie, stop it!

Edward - My personal schedule is none of your affair, sir.

Willie - Damn you. Murderin' bastard! [lunges across desk]

DM - [grabs him] I said-- I warned you, Willie!

Willie - [as security man appears] Lookie here! Calling out his goon squad! Is that the action of an innocent man?

DM - I'm sorry about this, Edward. But there has to be a good explanation.

Edward - I'm sure there is, Duncan, but now you'll have to excuse me.

Willie - I'm sorry if I seem a little upset, but murder puts me in a foul mood!

[Security man escorts them out. Edward crumples up the paper with the license number on it.]


Outside American Consul General residence - grounds 3

DM - We don't know anything for sure yet. All we have is a number on a partial plate.

Willie - Well, that's all I need. [sees car parked nearby] What have we got here? [examines car] MacLeod, this is it. But there's no --ckin' dents.

DM - [runs his hand along underside of bumper] It's been hammered out recently.

Willie - I knew it!

DM - Oh, no, no, no! No, no, no! [grabs Willie]

Willie - Friend or no friend, I'm gonna string that bastard up by the short hairs! Let me go!

DM - I said I would handle it, and I meant it.

Willie - Okay. Okay, okay. I'll just stand there, hmm? I won't say a word. Quiet as a church mouse!

DM - What you will do is you will go back to the barge, and you will wait for me there.

Willie - But this--

DM - No buts.

Willie - But--

DM - Case closed. Understood?

Willie - All right. [glares at DM, leaves]


[short time later]

Edward - Are you accusing ME of murder, Duncan?

DM - No one's accusing anybody. But what would you do, Edward? There's an eyewitness report. The plates match. There's even new bodywork on the car.

Edward - I see. CUT And if I could provide an alibi for that afternoon?

DM - That would help.

Edward - Did you know I have a chance at the Ambassadorship?

DM - Congratulations.

Edward - After years of standing in someone else's shadows. I was with a woman, Duncan.

DM - A woman?

Edward - Mistress. In three days, I come before the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. Any hint of scandal, I won't get their confirmation. I'll give you her number. You can call her if you like.

DM - Yeah, but someone killed Molly, someone using your car. [off Edward's look of realization] CUT What aren't you telling me, Edward?

Edward - There's nothing else, Duncan. 11


Inside American Consul General residence - Edward's office 3

Steve - You wanted me?

Edward - The spare key to the Mercedes.

Steve - What about it?

Edward - I can't find it.

Steve - So?

Edward - Did you borrow it?

Steve - [scoffs] You mean, did I steal it?

Edward - Steve.

Steve - Same old crap. Something's gone, I took it. Money's missing. I stole it. Can't cut me any slack, can you? Not for one goddamned second.

Edward - Steve, did you borrow the car yesterday?

Steve - No.

Edward - This isn't like the other times, son. Steal a car, joyriding around town. This is serious. Did you take the Mercedes? 12

Steve - [sits down] How the hell could I? You used it to visit your whore. [off Edward's reaction] Yeah, I know. Everybody knows except Mom. So don't try and lecture me.

Edward - Son, did you kill anybody? If you did, I have to know.

Steve - You have to know everything, don't you? Who I see, what I do, when I take a leak. Never give me a second to breathe.

Edward - Did you kill that woman?

Steve - No. There. Happy?

Edward - Did you take a rock and bash her skull in?

Steve - Get off my back!

Edward - Is my son a cold-blooded murderer?

Steve - You'd like that, wouldn't you? [mocking] Poor Edward. Such a nice man. Shame his son never turned out. I hear he stole a car. Why, he even does drugs. Shameful.

Edward - Enough! Get out of my sight.

Steve - [starts to leave, turns back] Dad--

Edward - I said, get out.

Steve - Doesn't matter whether I killed her or not. Thanks to you, Daddy, I have diplomatic immunity.


Quay by barge 7

Willie - [as DM gets out of Land Rover] Well? Come on!

DM - Edward's innocent.

Willie - Just like that?

DM - He has an alibi.

Willie - Why? Because he told you he did? How do you know he didn't set it up?

DM - I believe him.

Willie - Well, I don't. You know, not everyone is blessed with your code of ethics, or honor, or whatever the hell you call it.

DM - We will find the truth.

Willie - Back off, MacLeod. We already have. [leaves]


Outside American Consul General residence - front gate 3

["Allo Plombier" van pulls up to closed gate. Security guard approaches van.]

Willie - [in driver's seat] Plumbing emergency.

Security guard - First I heard about it.

Willie - Well, it's only just happened. It's the toilet, second-floor master. Not very pretty, I understand. [re: closed gate] Would you mind?

Security guard - Yeah, I gotta check first.

Willie - Well, it's your call, but you-know-who's not going to be happy about you-know-what.

[Security guard steps into guard booth. Willie gets out of van, knocks guard unconscious, then drives through gate as it opens. 13]


American Consul General residence - entrance 3

[Willie, dressed in plumber's overalls, walks up steps, knocks on door.]

<Butler - [opens door] Puis-je vous aider, monsieur? CUT

[Super: May I help you, sir?]

Willie - Au contraire, c'est moi qui viens vous aider.

[Super: On the contrary, I'm here to help you.]

Butler - Je vous demande pardon?

[Super: I beg your pardon?]

Willie - Urgence plomberie deuxième étage.

[Super: Plumbing emergency on the second floor.]

Butler - {Un instant}, monsieur.

[Super: Just one moment, sir.]

[Butler turns away. Willie knocks him unconscious.]>


American Consul General residence - Edward's office 3

Edward - [into phone] Thanks, Duncan. We'll keep our eyes open. [hangs up phone. Willie barges into office with a gun.] No, don't. Mr. Kingsley, you don't understand. You've got this all wrong. It's not what it seems. Please, you don't know the whole story. Don't.

[Security guard enters office behind Willie, shoots him.]


Establishing shot: American Consul General residence 3

American Consul General residence - entrance 3

[DM waits impatiently in foyer.]

Butler - [enters foyer] Consul General Banner will be with you shortly. [Note: He has a bandage below his ear where Willie hit him earlier.]

DM - Thank you. [Steve enters foyer, sees DM, reverses direction.] Steve? Hi, there.

Steve - [nervous chuckle] Yeah, hi, Duncan. Uh, I'll see ya later.

DM - I heard you had a little bit of excitement yesterday.

Steve - Yeah, yeah. Some lunatic got shot. [glances at his watch] I've got to go.

DM - What's your hurry?

Steve - I've got to get ready. I'm -- I'm leaving. Dad's sending me home, so I gotta pack, get my-- I got things to do.

DM - What's he sending you home for?

Steve - Oh, you know the old man. He gets something in his head. Ha! I gotta go, really. Gotta go.

DM - Good to see you, Steve.

Steve - Yeah.

DM - I'll see you soon.

Steve - Yeah. See ya. [leaves]


American Consul General residence - Edward's office 3

[Edward pours himself a drink as DM enters.]

DM - Little early for that, isn't it?

Edward - Is it?

DM - I saw Steve in the hall. He looked a little, um, strung out.

Edward - Understandable, I suppose. His father was almost murdered yesterday.

DM - Tell me, Edward. Why are you sending him home?

Edward - You know why, don't you?

DM - Yes.

Edward - My son has done a terrible thing. That poor man's wife. Now he's dead, too.

DM - Sending Steve home won't solve anything.

Edward - You think that was an easy decision?

DM - No, I know it wasn't.

Edward - Is there anybody, uh-- Did your friend have family? I want to help any way I can. If they need anything... money? Whatever they need.

DM - Edward, what they need is justice.

Edward - Justice. Yes, of course. To do the right thing. That's what we all want, isn't it? [leads DM out of office] 14


Outside American Consul General residence - grounds 3

Edward - I have always tried to do the right thing. The life of a career diplomat, not as glamorous as it sounds. Always traveling, different country every few years. It's been hard on us all, but especially hard on Steve. You know how many times I saw him in the first three years of his life? Five times. Five times in three years. I was a stranger in my own home. By the time he got to know me, I was gone again. It was worse when he came with me. He was the diplomat's son -- the boy expected to fit in everywhere, and he wound up fitting in nowhere. 15

[Willie hauls himself onto roof of shed nearby, starts putting together sniper rifle.]

DM - You did the best you could.

Edward - Did I? Take it from me. When your kid's on drugs, the only thing that matters to a father is he failed.

DM - But you didn't kill an innocent woman. 16

Edward - Steve borrowed the embassy car that day to go buy drugs. He knew he wouldn't be stopped and searched. So you see, I can't help feeling that, somehow, I was behind the wheel myself.

DM - You can't prepare him for life and protect him from it at the same time. He's twenty-four years old, Edward, and the only person that's responsible for Steve's actions is Steve.

[Willie finishes assembling sniper rifle.]

Edward - I can't do what you want.

DM - I'm not asking you to do it because *I* want it. It's because it's right. It's just.

Edward - Easier said than done, Duncan.

DM - I never said it was going to be easy.

Edward - How can I send my own son to prison when I have the power just to send him home?


[Willie releases safety on rifle. DM sense 'buzz'. Willie takes aim at Edward.]

DM - Willie.

Edward - What?

DM - Get inside. And then we're {going to--}

Edward - What's going on? What are you doing?

DM - Get inside! Now! Go, go!

Edward - What? What? What's going on? [Willie shoots him.] Aah! [He falls to the ground.]

DM - Edward. Edward.

Edward - Duncan... Duncan...

DM - It's okay. It's okay.

Edward - Duncan, please. Look out for my son.

DM - Edward. Edward!

[Edward dies. DM looks around, but Willie is gone.]


Establishing shot: Deck of barge 7

Inside barge 7

Willie - I won't apologize for killing him. But I am sorry I hurt you.

DM - You came all this way to tell me that? How considerate.

Willie - We've been friends a long time. Let's put this behind us, move on. [of DM's silence] And I thought you were a bigger man than that.

DM - You killed the wrong person.

Willie - Oh, you're crazy.

DM - You murdered an innocent man.

Willie - You're like a broken record. 'Round and 'round.

DM - Yeah, and you're a damn fool! Edward didn't kill Molly.

Willie - Oh, yeah? Then who did?

DM - He wasn't even driving the car!

Willie - Well, it wasn't driving itself, was it?

DM - His son, Steve, was driving it, damn you!

Willie - What are you talking about?

DM - He was looking for drugs. He knew a diplomatic car wouldn't be searched. The only thing the man you murdered was guilty of was protecting his son.

Willie - That little puke killed my Molly.

DM - His father's dead. The family's repaid its debt.

Willie - Not good enough, mate.

DM - Oh, it has to be, mate. Because if you go after Steve, I HAVE to come after you.

Willie - Granted, you'll try. Nothing else you could do, no one else you could be. That's your code, MacLeod. But I've got a code of my own. [leaves]

[DM opens steamer trunk, takes out katana, closes trunk.]


Establishing shot: American Consul General residence 3

American Consul General residence - office 3

[Steve takes vial out of drawer, starts to open it, hears noise & quickly tosses vial back in drawer.]

DM - [enters office, notes Steve's red-rimmed eyes] Allergies?

Steve - H-Hey.

DM - I'm sorry about your father, Steve.

Steve - Uh, yeah, yeah. Thanks.

DM - Sit down.

Steve - I gotta-- I gotta go.

DM - I said, sit. [Steve sits.] Her name was Molly, Molly Ivers. She was born in Cornwall, 1946, a year after the war. You know, her mom used to say, "A child born in celebration would live a long and merry life." She loved dancing... and dark ales...

Steve - Yeah?

DM - And chocolates.

Steve - Yeah, so?

DM - So you killed her.

Steve - [jumps to his feet] Get out.

DM - I just thought you'd like to know her name.

Steve - I'll-- I'll call security.

DM - You can call whoever you wish. But one way or another, you're going to pay for killing Molly.

Steve - [scoffs] Leave me alone.

DM - You didn't mean to kill her, did you, Steve? You got scared. Your father died to save your life. It was his gift to you. Don't throw it away.

Steve - You know, I don't have to listen to this.

DM - No, you don't. But you have to live with it. [senses 'buzz']

Steve - What? What's wrong?

DM - If you want to keep breathing, lock the door... and open it to no one. [leaves office, closes door behind him]


Outside American Consul General residence - grounds 3

DM - This is a very bad idea.

Willie - Only if you try to stop me, MacLeod.

[DM draws his katana. They fight. Eventually DM disarms Willie, backs him up against nearby tree.]

Willie - Go ahead, mate.

DM - We were mates. That's why you live... as long as the boy lives.

Willie - God damn you, MacLeod. Who the hell are you to say who lives or dies?

DM - Exactly. If I hear of the premature death of Steve Banner, I will come for you.

Willie - Understood. Bravo. Well done. I would've done the same for you, you know. So, now that's all out of the way, put 'er there, huh? [holds his hand out] Oh, come on, pal. No hard feelings, huh? [DM gives him a look, walks away.]


Establishing shot: American Consul General residence 3

American Consul General residence - library 3

Steve - You can't do anything to me, so why don't you just leave?

DM - What I could do to you isn't half of what you're doing to yourself. Now turn yourself in, Steve.

Steve - [laughs] Right.

DM - How much guilt can you handle? Molly's dead. Your father's dead. How much coke will it take to bury them?

Steve - Shut up!

DM - Why? You can't handle this yourself. Nobody could. If you want any type of life at all, you have to face this. I'll even help you with a lawyer, Steve. I'll be there for you.

Steve - [moans, stands up] Get out.

DM - One more chance, Steve.

Steve - For what? Prison?

DM - Redemption.

[Steve scoffs, walks away. DM leaves.]


End of "Diplomatic Immunity"

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