[Methos sits at a cafe, nursing a drink. Suddenly, he gets the BUZZ. He tenses, scans the sidewalk as -- WALKER crosses toward him.]

WALKER - Well, well... who do we have here? The good Doctor Adams.

[Methos starts to rise. Walker puts a firm hand on his shoulder, forcing Methos back down into his seat.]

WALKER - (CONT'D) If that's who you are now. Don't get up on my account.

[Walker sits, Methos nods curtly.]
 

 
METHOS - Correction... I'm still a live coward.

WALKER - [standing] On your feet.

METHOS - Love to oblige, really, but I've ordered another drink. Perhaps some other time...

WALKER - Now.

[A group of chattering ASIAN TOURISTS arrive at the cafe. The Tourists sit at the next table.]

METHOS - Ah! I see my party has arrived.

[He pulls his chair up to their table, much to the surprise of the Tourists. An awkward BEAT, then--]

METHOS - (CONT'D) [to Tourists] So, how 'bout that Louvre, eh?

[Walker grabs Methos by the arm. Methos looks up at Walker, feigns surprise--]

METHOS - (CONT'D) Oh, I'm sorry... care to join us?

[Walker's stymied. There's nothing more he can do now. With a last deadly glance at Methos, he turns on his heels, walks away. Methos looks into a sea of curious tourist faces. He smiles beguilingly.]

METHOS - (CONT'D) Drinks all round. On me.
 

 
AMY - You swap recipes? Maybe you went bowling? You must've been real close. [beat]
 

[It's a gloomy night. Waves can be heard lapping against the pier, but the docks are shrouded in a dense fog. All we can see is a few boxes and shipping crates. A BOSUN secures one of the crates with thick rope. His ASSISTANT leads a group of SLAVES in chains. WALKER emerges from the fog in sea togs and captain's cap, duffle bag in hand.]

WALKER - (CONT'D) [to Bosun] Have the steward lay in fresh water and tack. We sail again in two days.

BOSUN - (O.S.) Aye, Captain.

[The Bosun nods, moves off into the fog. Suddenly, a SHOUT. Walker peers into the mist to see -- Two young MALE SLAVES struggling in the grip of two SAILORS as they're dragged toward Walker.]
 

 
BECK - Walks with a cane? [He points toward the bar.]

[THEIR POV: Through the front windows, Dawson can be seen walking inside the bar.]

STEIN - (O.S.) - That's him.

[RESUME SCENE - Beck pulls his gun, checks the clip.]

STEIN - We're here to grab him, not waste him.

BECK - [nods reluctantly] Yes, mother.

STEIN - [gestures out the window] Heads up.

[They see Dawson leave the bar, heads toward his car.]

[Beck and Stein get out of the car, head across the street, toward DAWSON who's unlocking his car door. Stein checks the street -- pedestrians crowd the sidewalk... a young COUPLE walk arm-in-arm, two ELDERLY MEN argue, a NANNY pushes a baby carriage... Stein puts out a hand, stopping Beck in his tracks.]

STEIN - We don't need an audience. [Dawson shuts his car door, starts his engine.] C'mon.

[Stein and Beck jog back to the sedan.]
 

 
CHARLOTTE - [beat] Let me take your coat.

[She moves toward him, but he pushes her aside, blows on past. He throws open the bedroom door and storms into--]

[WALKER'S POV: The bed sheets are still tousled. CAMERA PANS to the curtains blowing in the breeze from the open french doors.]

[ON WALKER as he seethes with rage. CHARLOTTE stands terrified in the doorway.]

CHARLOTTE (CONT'D) You're tired, Captain. I'll make you some supper. Maybe a hot bath?

[Walker explodes. He grabs her roughly by the arm and throws her back on the bed.]
 

 
[DAWSON'S POV - THROUGH THE WINDOW: They near a road sign that reads -- DIJON, 175 KM. RESUME:]

METHOS - How does dinner in Switzerland sound?
 

 
DAWSON - I don't know. Take a stand, try and find Amy.
 

 
[He sticks out his thumb.]

METHOS - Like they'll stop for you and not me?

[A TRUCK pulls up. The door flies open.]

TRUCK DRIVER - (O.S.) Need a lift?
 

AMY - I'm no good to you dead.

[He smiles indulgently in the poor mortal's direction.]

WALKER - You're right. In fact, I'm so worried about your health, we're going to see an old doctor friend of mine.

[He pockets the gun, pushing Amy toward the door.]

AMY - Doctor...?

WALKER - Benjamin Adams. We have an appointment that's long overdue.
 

 
METHOS - The Lone Ranger and Tonto.

DAWSON - Whatever.

METHOS - (CONT'D) Beavis and Butthead. [reconsidering] Well, you get my drift--
 

 
METHOS - Oh, and whenever you lie, your left eye twitches.
 

 
WALKER - [calling to Dawson and Amy] You should know. I hold a grudge.