MacLEOD - No car chases, nothing blows up. No brilliant lines like, "I'll be back" or "Hasta la Vista, Baby" to hold it together.

RICHIE - There ya go.
 

[Only the constant HUM of the dim fluorescent lights is HEARD as MacLeod and Richie cautiously enter and look around. They begin to weave their way through the parked cars, QUIETLY looking for the assailant. The distant wail of SIRENS can now be HEARD, quickly drawing near. They feel the BUZZ again just as the SOUND of a SWORD being drawn ECHOES throughout the garage. They spin to find PAUL KINMAN (38) standing before them, sword in hand. Kinman is athletically built with charming good looks. MacLeod and Richie both pull their swords simultaneously.]

KINMAN - MacLeod. Does the boy do your fighting for you?

[MacLeod puts a hand on Richie's arm, restraining him, and steps forward.]

MacLEOD - No.
 

 
MacLEOD - [turns to Richie] Think he was overacting?
 

 
RICHIE - Hey, if he wants me...

[He trails off. MacLeod is shaking his head at him. A warning. Richie gets it.]
 

 
[The Queen smirks at his boldness; she likes Dennis. Dennis steps up to his ball and aligns it against the Queen's. He puts his foot on his ball and smashes it with his mallet, sending the Queen's ball flying.]
 

 
MacLEOD - He's not one of us.
 

 
EARL OF WELSLEY - ...before he can further corrupt the Queen.
 

 
[Dennis is tiring and Kinman is playing with him.]

KINMAN - Is that fear I see? It's foolish to underestimate an opponent, Dennis.

DENNIS - I only underestimated what a pompous and arrogant ass you are.

[Several of the onlookers LAUGH from the sidelines. Kinman grows a little more serious as his thrusts get stronger and have more impact.]

KINMAN - I think I'll draw first blood from your tongue to remind it of its place.

[The duel continues as MacLeod looks on concerned.]
 

 
BROOKS - [disgusted] I don't get it. You put your life on the line for a stranger. Then you won't testify. [with contempt] What kind of hero does that?

MacLEOD - You'd have to ask a hero.

BROOKS - We're not finished.
 

 
MARKUM - Or did he buy you? Whatever he paid, I'll match it.
 

 
RICHIE - [beat] You think he's gonna, you know, come looking?

MacLEOD - He'd have come by now.

[He picks up the sword and his coat and starts heading for the car.]

RICHIE - You going looking for him?

MacLEOD - Yes.
 

 
[He exits, leaving Richie looking after him.]

RICHIE - Note to myself -- don't piss off MacLeod.
 

 
BROOKS - And we start our life together.

KINMAN - Happily ever after. [Kinman regards her evenly. Hard to tell what he's thinking.] And you think that'll work.

[Brooks gets defensive.]

BROOKS - [beat] Why not? [beat] I've given up everything for you, friends, my job... I killed my partner for you.

KINMAN - And I'm very grateful.

BROOKS - I love you, Paul.

[He caresses her.]

KINMAN - Of course you do. But we have to be realistic about these things. [beat] I was chained hand and foot. Nobody's going to believe I got your gun away and turned it on you.

BROOKS - I can be very convincing, remember?

KINMAN - It'll never hold. They'll know you're lying, and they'll use you to find me.

BROOKS - Paul... no. You know I would never turn you in. Never. I'd die first.

[He finally starts returning her embrace, his arms going around her.]
 

[Petrovic is in the middle of bullying a shop manager in a bloody apron:]

PETROVIC - I got a business to run here, Barney. It doesn't pay to be soft. Your boy's out sick, he's outta work. Get somebody else in here before we open or you can go with him.

[The manager scurries off, cowed. Petrovic starts to leave, moving among hanging slabs of meat. KINMAN is standing behind one, stock still and deadly. As PETROVIC passes--]
 

 
KINMAN - ...and the elegant weapons of yesterday have been replaced with this -- [off the gun] -- machine.