[Gringkov's eyes turn to ice. He drops the poor confused victim routine, spits his reply--]

GRINKOV - You tell me. There was one-point-four mil in laundered cash and I want it back!
 

 
[An ARMORED CAR pulls up and stops on the other side of the herd. MacLeod takes a deep breath and begins to relax, then he gets the BUZZ. Amanda checks her mirror but MacLeod points through the windshield.]

MACLEOD - There.

[They watch as a sleek black ROADSTER pulls up beside the Armored Car. Out of this roadster jumps Cory, Tommy Gun in hand. He runs to the Armored Car and hurtles a GAS GRENADE through the view slot. It EXPLODES in a burst of SMOKE. MacLeod and Amanda are out of their car in a flash. MacLeod starts moving through the cows that block his path.]

MACLEOD - Damn! [to the cows] Excuse me. Pardon me.

[On the other side of the herd, the two SECURITY GUARDS stumble out of the armored car, coughing and gagging from the gas. Cory cold-conks both of the Guards, apologizing as he goes.]

CORY - Sorry, fellas.
 

 
CORY - There's a little something for your trouble. I'll mail you a receipt for the rest.

[Cory tosses the money bags into his roadster, jumps in, does a 180. In the midst of the cows, MacLeod silently curses.]

MACLEOD - [to cows] Would you move? You're on my foot.

[CORY tips his grey fedora, waves a cheery adieu to his captive audience as he speeds away.]
 

[Just your typical pastoral scene -- sun shining, birds chirping, three Immortals speeding through the countryside in a red roadster. Amanda points up ahead.]

AMANDA - Uh-oh.

MACLEOD - [strains to see] Uh-oh.

CORY - [peeks around] Oh, brother.

[There's a ROADBLOCK dead ahead. Three police cars block the way through. MacLeod starts a U-turn. Too late. POLICE swarm out of the trees on either side of the road, effectively blocking any escape.]
 

 
CORY - Hey, guys... can we get the show on the road here?

AMANDA - [to MacLeod] That's how it's going to be?
 

 
CORY - It coulda been fun.

[MacLeod watches as Amanda and Cory pull out of the graveyard. Amanda turns to look back, something in her eyes pleading with MacLeod to stop her. But he stays strong. Hat pushed back, jacket slung over his shoulder, MacLeod just watches them drive away -- finally, the roadster becomes a dot on the horizon.]

[With a last look down at the now-empty grave, MacLeod turns and heads down the road the other way.]
 

[Cory backs out of a small town bank, Tommy Gun aimed and ready.]

[SUPER OVER – NEWSPAPER spins into frame, old newsreel style - front page headline reads “OKLAHOMA STAR - BANK ROBBERY SPREE SPREADS NORTH" as--]

[SIRENS approach. Cory jumps into the waiting getaway car with Amanda at the wheel. They speed off down the road.]

[Amanda drives as Cory hangs out the window, his Tommy Gun rat-tat-tatting at the POLICE CAR pursuing them.]

[SUPER OVER - NEWSPAPER spins, front Page headline - "KANSAS GAZETTE - FEDERAL MARSHAL TRACKS DANGEROUS DUO"]

[Cory backs out of the bank, heads for Amanda and the waiting getaway car. Suddenly the street is full of Police. The cops open up and Amanda and Cory are surrounded by a fury of gunfire.]

[SUPER OVER - NEWSPAPER spins, front page headline - "SOUTH DAKOTA COURIER - FIVE STATE SPREE ENDS IN BLOODY BATTLE" as--]

[Their bullet-riddled bodies slump to the ground.]

[Two headstones mark the grave of Amanda and Cory. MACLEOD approaches with a shovel in his hand. He begins to dig.]

MACLEOD - [to himself] This is getting very old.
 

[SPARKS fill the screen.]

CORY - [offscreen] Ouch!

[WIDEN TO REVEAL Cory hunched under the hood of a SAAB. He sucks on his burned fingers.]

CORY - (CONT'D) Damn it!

[Takes out a pair of pliers and cuts a wire leading to the engine. Splices it with dynamite and starts humming a tune.]
 

 
AMANDA - And here's where they're gonna stop.
 

[MacLeod, Amanda and Richie watch the trailer from a distance.]

AMANDA - Looks like it worked, MacLeod.

[Suddenly Tynan and Gringkov come tearing out of the trailer, running for their lives.]

MACLEOD - Now for the grand finale. [He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a device. It's a wireless ELECTRONIC TRIGGER.]
 

 
[He presses the switch and -- BLAAAMM!! The construction trailer is airborne. Like a giant aluminum can, it's up, up and away. And then a shattering CRASH. Flat as a pancake. Scraps of money and newspaper drift through the air. Nothing left standing. Well, almost nothing.]