BERNARD - [firm] This is God's house.

IGGY - [looking around] Maybe he wants it redecorated.
 

 
VOICE OVER RADIO - [in French, with much crackling and static] La pigeon arrives... la pigeon arrives... Ce soir. Ce soir...

MacLEOD - Something about a courier... tonight.
 

[MacLeod and Father Guillaume move through a courtyard, pass by German cars and soldiers. As MacLeod approaches the rectory, he gets the BUZZ. He turns as he sees Ernst Daimler responding to a similar BUZZ through the rectory window. MacLeod and Father Guillaume enter the rectory parlor--]
 

 
MacLEOD - Would it matter if he did?

[Daimler smiles, then nods to the SS men and the soldier.]

DAIMLER - [to MacLeod] I suppose you serve God, too, Monsieur...?

MacLEOD - MacLeod. [beat] When I can.

DAIMLER - I think we have business together, you and I.

MacLEOD - You people are good with schedules. Give me a time and place.

DAIMLER - Soon. [a hard smile] First let's see what our little search turns up, shall we?

[He indicates the door. MacLeod holds his eyes a beat, then moves out. Daimler follows, watching his back.]

[A group of soldiers fan out, looking for the transmitter. ANGLE - THE STORAGE SPACE DOOR as it is being kicked in by a boot and exploding open. Young Bernard exits, carrying a wheelbarrow full of coal.]
 

 
YOUNG DALOU - I would kill them all if I could.
 

 
[The courier lies in the backseat, wounded and bloody. He appears to be dead, but as Dalou opens the door and starts to reach for the courier's pouch, the wounded German gathers his last bit of strength to raise his pistol toward the young Frenchman's head.]

[Dalou slaps at the courier's arm as the gun goes off. The bullet grazes Dalou's shoulder. He shoots back -- the Courier dies. Dalou feels his shoulder.]

[CLOSE - A body, one of the French. PAN to find another, then the dead Germans. One Free French digs a grave. Father Guillaume looks down at the corpses, Bernard beside him, looking solemn. Guillaume looks up at Dalou.]

GUILLAUME - You're wounded....

YOUNG DALOU - It's a scratch. [beat] It was perfect.

GUILLAUME - [heavily] It's never perfect. Not when men die.

YOUNG DALOU - There's worse ways to go. Anyhow, they're dead, and we have the pouch.

GUILLAUME - [beat, looking around] Where's MacLeod?

YOUNG DALOU - I haven't... [beat, as it hits him] Damn.

GUILLAUME - [worried] Just start looking.

[Dalou and Guillaume move off to search for MacLeod. The worried Bernard moves towards another section of woods.]

[NEW ANGLE - Young Bernard as he moves through the underbrush, searching -- then stops and stares: MacLeod lies there, unmoving, a bloody hole over his heart. Bernard kneels beside him, eyes welling with tears. He makes the sign of the cross, then turns to call the others. As he does, MacLeod comes back to life. Bernard reacts, about to scream. A hand clamps over his mouth, pulls him back down. MacLeod is sitting up now, recovering. Bernard stares at him.]
 

 
MacLEOD - You kept a very important secret today.
 

 
MacLEOD - We're no longer at war.

BERNARD - [agitated] Tell that to the boys he teaches to hate.
 

 
BERNARD - [can't say the words directly] What only you can do.
 

 
GUILLAUME - You've come for that drink, no?

DAIMLER - Perhaps. [beat] After you...
 

 
[The pitchfork goes completely through Daimler's body (we see this clearly). Daimler reacts with surprise and hatred. He pulls the pitchfork out of his body and falls forward on top of Bernard.]

[ANGLE - The driver as he leaps from the car, raises his gun. RESUME young Bernard, frozen, unable to move.]

[ANGLE - Guillaume -- Horrified, he starts to run toward Bernard.

GUILLAUME - No!

[The guard aims at Bernard, about to shoot -- then another shot rings out -- the Guard spins and falls over the hood of the car.]

[ANGLE - Georges Dalou across the yard, just arrived, lowering his own gun. NEW ANGLE as Dalou and Father Guillaume reach Bernard at the same time. Bernard is trapped under the body of the man he just "killed." Guillaume kneels quickly by Daimler, sees he's dead. Dalou rolls the body off the boy. Bernard scrambles to his feet, still in shock.]
 

[Daimler's boots, protruding from a tarpaulin, are dragged along the cobblestones to the sound of heavy breathing.]

YOUNG DALOU - [panting] Close enough.

[The boots stop moving. WIDEN -- a deserted section of quay. Near an old car Dalou requisitioned, lie two bodies wrapped in tarps, weighted with ropes and rocks. The tarps have distinctive markings on them. Bernard and Dalou look down at them a beat.]

YOUNG DALOU - Ready?

[Bernard nods weakly. They bend and roll the Guard's covered corpse off the edge. It splashes into the dark water below, sinks from sight. As they maneuver Daimler towards the edge -- from the covered tarp comes a muted groan. Bernard freezes. Dalou stops, too.]
 

 
YOUNG DALOU - This was the right thing to do, Bernard. The right thing.
 

 
ANNE - [reacts] I'm not with him, I'm with you.
 

 
MacLEOD - [a touch of humor through the strain] I was dead.
 

 
ANNE - I don't love Michael. I love you.
 

 
DALOU - I'm always seeing faces that remind me of the past.
 

 
DALOU - Something like that, what happened... it stays with you...
 

 
DALOU - He knows that I'm a man who can keep a secret. That anything he tells me, I take to my grave.

[MacLeod stares at him for a second, then slowly smiles.]

MacLEOD - Bernard isn't crazy, Georges...
 

[Dalou opens the rear door of his limo and slides onto the rear seat, a little bit irked. He speaks gruffly to his Driver, who sits at the wheel in front.]

DALOU - Is it that you're getting too old or just too lazy to open my door, Remy?

[The head turns back to Dalou but it isn't Remy. It's Daimler. In one hand he holds an old Luger, in the other, the tarp he was wrapped in when Dalou threw him in the Seine.]

DAIMLER - Neither.

[Dalou is dumbstruck as he looks at this ghost from the past. Only, this ghost is very much alive. Everything that Bernard said has become all too real. Daimler holds out the water-stained tarp with the distinctive markings.]

DAIMLER - Recognize this? I spent forty years at the bottom of the Seine in it. Now it's your turn.

[Dalou has no time to react. Without any hesitation, Daimler aims the gun at him and fires. Dalou slumps into the seat.]
 

 
BERNARD - Georges is gone.

MacLEOD - [concerned] What do you mean, gone?

BERNARD - He's been missing since last night. [beat] The police were here. They found his bodyguard dead. And Georges' blood was all over the car.

MacLEOD - Damn! [His face hardens. He rises.]
 

[MacLeod pushes open the door and enters. The place seems abandoned. MacLeod glances toward the abandoned card game, and almost doesn't see Iggy coming from hiding behind the door, a barbell in both hands as a weapon. He swings it at MacLeod's head. MacLeod spins out of the way of the blow, catching Iggy with a hard kick in the kidneys as his momentum carries him past. Iggy goes sprawling onto the sofa.]

[Jean comes at MacLeod from another direction, swinging a chain. MacLeod grabs up the fallen barbell and uses it to hook the chain, pulling Jean off balance. He gives it a hard yank and pulls Jean into range, then hits him with an open hand to the breastbone, sending him smashing back into the wall. He collapses just as--]

[Iggy, recovered, grabs the weight bar off its rack over the bench and swings it, poker-like, at MacLeod. MacLeod ducks the swing, comes up under it, and drives Iggy back toward the weight bench. Iggy swings again, but doesn't have room to get much momentum, and MacLeod grabs the bar and twists it away from him. MacLeod pushes Iggy down on the bench and stands over him, the bar in both hands, poised over Iggy's throat.]

MacLEOD - Looks like you forgot to get a spotter.

[He lowers the bar so it's touching Iggy's throat right above the Adam's apple.]

MacLEOD - I'm looking for Daimler.

IGGY - Up yours.

[MacLeod releases a little more of the weight on Iggy's throat.]

MacLEOD - I didn't hear you.

[And off Iggy's wild look--]