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EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY
The end of Winter. SNOW blankets the landscape. A SMALL
STREAM rushes through the VALLEY. A clear, blue sky hangs over
the DISTANT MOUNTAINS adding to the beauty of the setting.
SUPER IMPOSE: SCOTTISH LOWLANDS - 1665
The CAMERA begins to PAN. The color of the SNOW begins to
change, darkening from PURE WHITE to ASH GRAY, eventually to
COAL BLACK. We continue to pan until we arrive at..
EXT. VILLAGE - DAY
Plague. Once a charming settlement it is now ravaged by
disease. Everywhere BONFIRES burn, sending plumes of BLACK
SMOKE rising into the sky -- the ash and soot drift back down,
blackening the earth. VILLAGERS scurry about in tattered
clothing, their faces soiled by soot as they throw objects of
WOOD and CLOTH into the fires.
THREE HORSEMEN ride into the village. Two of them we can see
clearly as large, powerful men with savage faces. The THIRD
MAN'S man's face is hidden from us in the shadows of a black
HOODED CAPE. He dismounts, motioning for the other two to wait
The Hooded Man walks though the village. The SOUND of
HAMMERING fills the air as several VILLAGERS finish building a
EXT. CHURCH - DAY
Built of stone it is already centuries old. A VILLAGER stands
guard at the entrance. The Hooded Man approaches and WHISPERS
something in the Villagers ear, then holds up a GOLD PIECE.
INT. CHURCH - DAY
Dark and musty, lit only by shafts of LIGHT which flow in
through the windows. The Hooded Man follows the Villager
across the stone floor until he reaches a WOODEN DOOR at the
INT. STONE ROOM - DAY
No windows. The Hooded Man enters. In the center of the room
a CIRCLE has been drawn. Bordering the circle are hundreds of
CANDLES, forming a ring of fire. A MAN stands in the center,
his head bowed -- his weight supported by thick ROPES around
his wrists that are fastened to a wooden beam which runs the
length of the room.
HOODED MAN'S VOICE
VIEIRA looks up. He is old, his hair thin and gray, but his
eyes are alive, defiant. The Hooded Man moves closer. Vieira
follows him with his eyes, trying to see the Hooded Man's face.
Vieira strains against his ropes. The Hooded Man does not
How comes it your are not afraid?
Would'st you harm one who comes to
Vieira's silence indicates he is listening.
I've come to strike a bargain with
you. I wish to learn the power of
And what would'st I gain from this
The Hooded Man slowly pulls back his hood. We see his face for
the first time. It is hard, brutal, his eyes cold and dark.
He grins -- a wicked grin.
I have a magic of my own.
The Hooded Man removes a KNIFE from under his coat. He holds
it before Vieira, then he quickly stabs it into his chest. His
face fills with pain -- blood flows from the wound -- he falls
to his knees. A beat. He slowly looks up at Vieira as he
pulls the knife from his chest, then stands unharmed. Vieira
cannot believe what he has seen.
Teach me the chant and I will take
your place on the gallows.
EXT. CHURCH - LATER - DAY
A GROUP of RELIGIOUS-LOOKING MEN walk toward the church.
INT. STONE ROOM - DAY
Vieira has finished teaching the chant.
After you recite the chant you must
concentrate of the form you wish to
take. The stonger you are the longer
you can hold the illusion.
In the b.g. we HEAR the SOUND of FOOTSTEPS coming up the
stairs. Vieira looks at the Hooded Man.
They come. Quickly, take my place.
The Men enter. One of them looks at the Hooded Man.
What are you doing here?
The Hooded Man stares at him -- a hard, unnerving stare -- then
slowly, his thin lips from a cruel grin.
Just saying goodbye to an old friend.
Vieira stares at the Hooded Man angrily.
We had a bargain. You promised.
The Hooded Man walks from the room.
EXT. CHURCH - DAY
The Hooded Man walks out. The TWO HORSEMEN ride up. The
Hooded Man climbs on his horse. He takes a DEEP BREATH as he
looks at a RANGE OF MOUNTAINS in the distance.
EXT. VALLEY - DAY
The SOUND of SWORDS CROSSING fill the air. Two MEN, one YOUNG,
the other OLD fight across the SNOW-SWEPT GROUND. In. the b.g.
a large, stone building is built at the base of a mountain
The Young Man fights furiously, his only weapon strength, but
he is clearly inexperienced. The OLD MAN is agile, and easily
moves out of the way of each blow. The Young Man swings
wildly, he loses his balance. The Old Man strikes his SWORD
away, then pushes him to the ground. The Young Man looks up as
the older man raises his SWORD above his head. Their eyes
lock. The Old Man smiles and slowly lowers the sword to the
Young Man's neck.
The Old Man reaches out his hand, helping the Young Man to his
feet. The Young Man is clearly angry.
Your anger blinds you. You must
learn to control it. When the time
comes you'll only have but one
chance. You best use it well.
INT. STONE BUILDING - DAY
Large and barren. A fires roars in the fireplace. The Old Man
sits across a wooden table from the Young man as they finish
The Young Man appears restless. He pushes his plate
away -- stands up and walks toward the door.
Where are you off to?
To the village for some ale -- and if
the truth be known, I need to see
someones face other than yours, old
They smile. The Young Man takes his SWORD then puts on his
COAT. He picks up a SACK and leaves. The Old Man begins to
clear away the dishes. Suddenly he stops -- his smile fades.
He looks towards the door filled with a premonition. Outside
we HEAR the SOUND of SWORDS CROSSING. It lasts only for a
A blinding GREEN LIGHT fills the frame of the door. The ground
begins to TREMBLE -- the STONES of the building shake from the
force -- debris falls from the ceiling. It stops. SILENCE.
The Old Man takes his SWORD from the mantle. The DOOR OPENS.
The SOUND of the WIND rushes in. Outside nothing can be seen -
- only the darkness of the night. A beat. The Young Man
enters the room. The Old Man smiles at the sight of him. The
Young Man places his sack on the table.
The Old Man turns his back as he starts to replace his sword on
the mantle. The Young Man's expression hardens. He stares at
the Old Man's neck as he starts to raise his sword.
OLD MAN'S POV
In a SILVER WINE CHALICE he sees the reflection of the YOUNG
MAN who is now slowly raising his SWORD and about to strike at
the Old Man's neck.
In one fluid movement the Old Man unsheathes his sword, then
turns quickly. The Young Man's blade slices through the air
missing it's target. The Old Man pivots and slices his blade
across the Young Man's chest. The Young Man winces in pain,
then takes a deep breath -- his body begins to shake violently.
A TRANSFORMATION BEGINS. The image of Young Man begins to fade
and is replaced by the HOODED MAN. He LAUGHS LOUDLY as he
holds up his arms as if prompting The Old Man for his
appreciation of the illusion.
The Hooded Man smiles when he hears his name.
It flatters me you remember, old one.
It's been what... two hundred years?
It's not been long enough. What
witchcraft is this?
Impressive -- is it not? The problem
is I can only keep the illusion for a
few minutes. I need more power to
hold the form longer. I need the
Highlander. Where is he?
I do not know -- and even if I did...
(cutting him off)
I know. I know-- you would not tell
me. Loyalty -- it really is a
concept that eludes me.
Oh well -- I shall find him. Time is
on my side.
The Old Man looks sadly at the open door. Kilvara notices and
Is this what you're looking for?
Kilvara opens the SACK. Inside it is the head of the Young
Man. Kilvara LAUGHS, a deep guttural laugh. He turns and
starts towards the door. Suddenly he stops and turns back to
face the Old Man.
Oh -- I almost forgot. Your head.
It does not come off as easily as the
Perhaps -- but it comes off none the
With a savage YELL Kilvara draws his sword and lunges at the
Old Man. The Old Man steps aside and Kilvara's sword smashes
down on the table, shattering it into splinters.
The two Horsemen step into the room and watch. Kilvara lunges
again -- and again -- each time the Old Man side-steps him.
Kilvara swings -- the Old Man ducks -- the blade hits the stone
wall -- SPARKS FLY -- ROCK EXPLODES. The Old Man slices his
blade across Kilvara chest. A deep gash is cut -- blood flows.
Kilvara examines the wound.
With brutal strength Kilvara begins his attack again, whipping
his sword through the air furiously. Their swords cross --
sparks fly. Kilvara is too powerful for the Old Man. All he
can do is back up -- using his sword to block each ferocious
blow. They pass through a large ARCH at the rear of the room.
INT. CAVERN - NIGHT
The building is built at the mouth of a vast CAVE. TORCHES set
in the walls of the cavern are the only source of light. A
WOODEN BRIDGE is built over a deep RAVINE. Kilvara and the Old
Man continue their fight across the bridge. The Horsemen lag
behind, enjoying the battle. The Old Man's strength is giving
way under the merciless attack.
The SPARKS from each contact is even more dazzling in the dim
light of the cavern. Kilvara swings again. The Old Man tries
to block it. In one fluid movement Kilvara scrapes his SWORD
along the Old Man's -- then lunges forward -- thrusting his
blade through the Old Man's chest. The Old Man SCREAMS in
pain. Kilvara lifts him up with the blade. Kilvara flings him
off the blade and onto the ground. The Old Man is on his
knees. Kilvara raises his sword above his head.
There can be only one.
Kilvara brings the blade down. It slices through the Old Man's
neck, severing his head from his body. Kilvara waits,
preparing himself. A stream of bright GREEN LIGHT begins to
flow from the BODY of the OLD MAN. It grows BRIGHTER and
BRIGHTER. The Body of the old man begins to hover above the
ground, then in a pulsing burst of energy the LIGHT flows into
Kilvara. The force knocks him to his knees.
The GROUND SHAKES -- The walls of the cavern move. Suddenly,
chunks of rock are blown out of the walls -- the RUMBLING SOUND
grows LOUDER and LOUDER -- blinding GREEN LIGHT FILLS the cave
and then -- a deafening EXPLOSION. Whole sections of the
cavern begin to collapse -- covering the exit -- trapping
EXT. MOUNTAIN - WIDE SHOT - NIGHT
The RUMBLING SOUND subsides. In the distance we hear the
savage SCREAM of Kilvara. The CAMERA MOVES UP the side of the
mountain. As we come over the top we see...
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. NEW YORK CITY - NIGHT
The familiar towers of the city skyline stand along the bay,
their LIGHTS reflecting off the water.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
A thick FOG hangs in the air. A light wind blows, moving
newspapers and other articles of trash along the deserted
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Crates and trash dumpsters line the alley. A single, naked
light bulb shines down like a spotlight. Through the fog the
SILHOUETTE of man appears as he steps under the light.
MOVING WITH THE MAN - REVERSE SHOT
We follow the man from behind. He is tall, dressed in a long,
tan rain-coat, jeans and sneakers. A small TRAVEL BAG is slung
over his shoulder. As he moves down the alley he hears a
SCRAPING SOUND. HE stops -- but does not turn around.
A street PUNK emerges from behind a trash crate, scraping the
BLADE of his KNIFE along the wall of a building. He studies
the man for a moment as he runs his thumb along the edge of the
blade, almost caressing it.
What'cha got in the bag?
Not only does the man not answer -- he doesn't even turn
Hey -- you hear me?
CONNER MACLEOD slowly turns around. He is mid thirties,
handsome, his chin dotted with the stubble of a beard. He is
calm, detached -- yet under the surface there is a great
sadness from a lifetime of pain and loneliness. He stares at
the Punk wearily -- knowing both what is going to happen and
what the outcome will be.
Yes -- I hear you.
Good. Now, give it up.
Macleod studies the Punk for a moment.
Go home -- while you still can.
Macleod turns his back to him and starts to walk away. The
Punk moves after him quickly. Macleod reaches into a trash can
and pulls out a piece of PIPE. The Punk stops and stares at
What do you think you're gonna to do
Macleod raises the pipe, twirling it around expertly in his
Let's find out.
A beat. The Punk is losing confidence. He looks at Macleod.
CLOSE ON MACLEOD'S EYES
Deep. Confidant. They radiate an intensity that seems to burn
into the Punk.
The Punk is unnerved by Macleod's calm. Macleod waits, letting
him make the next move. A beat. The Punk backs away and
disappears into the darkness. Macleod stares him for a moment,
then drops the pipe to the ground and walks off in the other
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Macleod stops at the mouth of the alley where it intersects
with the street. He stares across the street.
An old building. A sign reads: RUSSELL NASH, ANTIQUES.
A sadness falls across his face -- his mind floods with
memories as he looks at the building.
Across the street the door of the antique store opens. RACHEL,
an attractive woman in her fifties exits -- locks the door --
walks down the street.
Macleod watches her affectionately -- painfully. As she
crosses the street, he steps back into the shadows of the
alley, hiding in the darkness. Rachel reaches the alley, then
stops -- thinks -- looks back at the Antique Store. She is
only a few feet away from Macleod.
CLOSE ON MACLEOD
Macleod struggles to make a decision. Slowly he raises his
hand -- reaches out -- but cannot bring himself to touch her.
Rachel starts to walk away.
No more needs to be said. She recognizes the voice instantly.
She turns around slowly and looks behind her. In the b.g.
Macleod steps out of the darkness. He smiles at her weakly.
Confusion fills her face, but is quickly replaced by a wave of
emotion. She moves towards Macleod slowly, as if trying to
determine if he is really there. She cups her hands to his
face and stares deeply into his eyes. No words are spoken --
none need to be. The power of their feelings are shown in
INT. ANTIQUE STORE - NIGHT
Crowded with tables, chairs, cabinets and other rare old
objects of furniture. Macleod is seated at a 17th century
dinning table. Rachel stands in the center of the room.
You know it's not safe here for you.
The police still have a lot of
questions for Russell Nash.
I can take care of myself.
Rachel's emotion builds.
Why are you here, Conner? After
seven years without a word, why have
you come back? You went off to make
a new life with Brenda and that was
the last I heard--
A sadness falls over Macleod's face.
Rachel is stunned.
Four years ago. I've nowhere else to
go. You're all I have, Rachel -- and
I'm just so tired of being alone.
His words touch her. She opens a cabinet and pulls out a
bottle of GLENMORGANGIE scotch. Macleod forces a weak smile.
In the light he looks tired. She pours him a drink.
It isn't over, is it, Conner?
How can that be?
I don't know.
Rachel's face fills with compassion. She reaches out and holds
Macleod. He lays his head on her shoulder like a baby.
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Every inch of wall-space is filled with shelves and BOOKS.
Macleod walks along a row studying the titles. A faint grin
falls across his face as he sees a selected works of poetry.
Rachel enters the room with a tea service and places it on the
Is there anything else you need?
No -- I'm fine. Thank you.
I'm glad you've come home, Conner.
Rachel leaves. Macleod takes a small book off the shelf and
looks through it. Outside a STREAK of LIGHTNING cuts across
the night sky. Macleod looks out the window concerned.
EXT. FARM - DAY
Seventeenth century Scotland. The CAMERA rise over an old
stone wall. A charming farm house with stone walls and a
thatched roof sits in the distance. Smoke drifts lazily from
+IN THE FIELD
A man toils behind an ox, his arms straining as he guides a
plow through the soft earth. He stops, runs his hand across
his brow, then turns around. It is Macleod. His hair is
longer, but he looks exactly the same.
The FARMER and owner of the land, a kindly-looking man in his
fifties walks over to him. He picks up and handful of soil and
It will be a good harvest this year.
Can you really tell from doing that?
What do you think?
I think you just like to eat dirt.
They both LAUGH. SARAH, fifteen years old, with flaxen hair
and bright blue eyes approaches Macleod with a water pale.
Would you care for some water,
Aye -- that I would, lass.
Conner takes the ladle and pours it over his head. He scoops
out some more water and drinks, then WINKS at Sarah. She
blushes and runs off.
I think my Sarah fancies you, Conner.
She's a treasure she is.
She'll soon be of age.
Macleod understands him only too well.
Your words are kind and they flatter
me -- but I think of her as a sister.
Besides, you hardly know me.
I know that for six months you've
worked hard and asked for little.
That you're a good and honest man.
What more need I know?
The conversation is interrupted by the SOUND of HORSES HOOVES
thundering across the fields. TWO MEN, dirty and rough-looking
ride up to the house. They have the look of warriors to them.
The Farmers wife and Sarah stand outside the house.
EXT. FARM HOUSE - DAY
The Farmer arrives, out of breath from his run across the
field. In the b.g. we see Macleod going into the barn.
The Men do not answer. The Farmer is nervous. He has seen men
like this before. A few other FARM HANDS, mostly OLD MEN and
WOMEN come in from the fields.
You are welcome to share our food and
We do not share, old man. We take.
Warrior #1 dismounts. His eyes fall on young Sarah. He looks
back at his friend with a toothless grin.
You can eat if you want. I'm going
to start with her.
Warrior #1 walks towards Sarah who clings to her Mother. The
Farmer stands in the path of the Warrior.
Warrior #1 backhands the Farmer across the face, sending him
falling to the ground. Sarah tries to run but the Warrior
grabs her. He lifts her over his shoulder and carries her
inside the barn, closing the door behind them. We HEAR Sarah
SCREAM. A beat. Suddenly, the doors of the barn crash open as
the Warrior flies out of the barn and lands on his back.
Macleod steps out of the barn, his Samurai in hand. Warrior
#2, still mounted on his horse grins.
It appears this farmer has a temper.
Warrior #1 staggers to his feet. He removes his sword and
stares angrily at Macleod.
This farmer is dead.
Warrior #1 lunges at Macleod who casually sidesteps his attack
and slices his sword across the Warriors chest. The Warrior
GASPS, then falls to the ground dead.
Warrior #2 cannot believe what he has seen. Anger fills his
face. He reaches to the side of his saddle and lifts a CROSS
BOW. Macleod changes his grip on the sword and holds it like a
spear. He THROWS it at the Warrior at the same time he FIRES
the cross bow. The sword flies into the Warrior's stomach.
Blood flows from his mouth. A beat. He falls from the saddle,
Macleod is standing, an ARROW dead-center in his chest. Blood
flows from the wound. He slowly walks into the barn. The
Farmer runs after him.
INT. BARN - MOMENTS LATER - DAY
The Farmer enters. Macleod is on his knees, his face filled
with pain. He pulls the arrow from his chest and stands. The
farmer cannot believe what he has just seen. He crosses
Outside, through the open barn doors we see Sarah and her
mother running towards them. The Farmer quickly closes the
doors and bolts them.
This cannot be.
It is. Do not ask me how. I do not
know. I must leave, for if I stayed
others would surely hear of this and
worse than they will come.
I would like to say goodbye.
EXT. BARN - DAY
The doors opens and the Farmer comes outside. He motions for
his wife and Sarah to enter.
INT. BARN - DAY
Sarah is crying as she enters with her Mother and Father.
Macleod is laying on the ground, his head propped up under a
mat of straw.
Be quick -- he has not much time.
Tears flow from Sarah's eyes as she kneels next to Macleod.
She holds his hand.
Don't leave us, Conner.
It's not for me to decide.
He gently wipes her tears away with his hand.
Don't cry, wee one. It's a better
place I go to.
I love you, Conner.
Aye -- I know, Las -- and I have
never loved anyone more.
I'll no forget you.
And I you. Go now. Let me walk to
heavens door alone.
The Farmer ushers his wife and Sarah from the barn.
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
The Farmer sits on a cart pulled by an ox. He stops and looks
This should do.
In the back of the cart Macleod lifts up a tarp and gets out.
He looks down in the valley. He can see the LIGHTS in the
Go. I will dig a grave and mark it
with your name.
The farmer's voice is distant. He is still unable to grasp
what he has seen.
Macleod reaches up his hand. The Farmer does not take it.
Macleod understands. He starts to walk off into the night.
Macleod turns around.
I will not pretend to understand what
I have seen this day. I am a simple
man. Whatever you be -- demon or
spirit -- I thank you for the life of
my Sarah and I wish you God's peace.
The Farmer turns the cart around, leaving Macleod alone,
staring into the night.
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Macleod is still staring out the window as the memories fade
back into the past. He opens the book of poetry and searches
The forest is lovely. Dark and deep
-- but I have promises to keep -- and
miles to go before I sleep.
Another FLASH of LIGHTNING. He looks out the window into the
"Miles to go before I sleep"
EXT. ARCHAEOLOGICAL SITE, SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS - LATE AFTERNOON
The WIND HOWLS through the valley. Outside the crumbling RUINS
of the STONE BUILDING (we saw in the opening sequence) are
several four wheel drive trucks and vans. PROFESSOR PAUL
DAJORSKI, is a typical academic in his fifties: beard, glasses,
pipe, tweed jacket. He walks across the field with a REPORTER
For years this site was thought to
hold no archaeological value. That
is until a few weeks ago when some
local boys discovered what appears to
be a collapsed passageway that leads
into a cavern.
How much longer until you expect to
enter the main cavern?
That's what we're going to find out
A STREAK OF LIGHTNING CUTS across the clear blue sky.
Professor Dajorski looks up.
(referring to the
I've never seen anything like that
It just started a few hours ago.
WORKERS exit the building pushing wheelbarrows filled with rock
and dirt. The Professor enters the stone building, followed by
the Reporter and his team.
INT. STONE BUILDING - LATE AFTERNOON
Inside groups of VOLUNTEERS attend to various functions.
Professor Dajorski walks through the room. The Camera Crew
WE MOVE WITH THEM as they walk down a long tunnel that leads
into the mountain.
JENNIFER HILLMAN an attractive woman in her late twenties
stands next to a TECHNICIAN. They each watch the screen as
bright green light oscillates up and down. She looks up at
Electro magnetic soundings indicate
we've only got a few inches of rock
left before we reach the main
Any idea how big the cavern is on the
What are you hoping to find inside?
The question strikes Jennifer as odd.
You guys are from the British museum,
No -- we're from Strange facts and
mysteries. It's a syndicated show
Paul. I thought we agreed. No
Just a little. Who knows what we're
going to find in there. It could be
a huge excavation. A little friendly
PR never hurt.
Where is the film crew from the
They've had a little car trouble.
I'm afraid they won't be here until
Then we shouldn't break into the
cavern until tomorrow morning. This
could be a very important find. I
want it documented.
EXT. ARCHAEOLOGICAL SITE - NIGHT
All is quiet. Trucks and Vans are parked near the structure.
INT. STONE BUILDING - TUNNEL ENTRANCE - NIGHT
A GUARD sits in a fold-out chair at the entrance to the tunnel.
INT. TUNNEL - NIGHT
ELECTRIC LIGHTS are set up at intervals along the tunnel. We
HEAR a SCRATCHING SOUND. A beat. The SOUND grows LOUDER. One
of the huge rocks blocking the tunnel begins to move. It moves
forward slowly, then falls to the ground with a THUD. There is
now a hole in the wall.
INT. STONE BUILDING - TUNNEL ENTRANCE - NIGHT
The GUARD hears the SOUND. He turns around and looks down the
tunnel, then enters.
INT. TUNNEL - NIGHT
The Guard reaches the end. He sees there are now several rocks
on the ground and the hole in the wall is now even bigger. The
Guard slowly removes a FLASH LIGHT and moves towards the wall.
He shines the light inside and looks in. A beat -- then,
suddenly and hand reaches out, grabbing the Guard and pulling
him in through the hole. A beat. ALL IS QUIET.
Kilvara steps out through the hole holding his sword. He
shields his eyes from the light and moves towards the exit.
EXT. STONE BUILDING - NIGHT
Kilvara steps outside. He takes a deep breath, filling his
lungs with the cool night air. A moment later he is joined by
the two Horsemen. Kilvara closes his eyes.
Can you feel it? There is another
one among us. It has not ended?
Kilvara opens his eyes and slowly looks at the Horseman.
Everything is as it was before.
Kilvara raises his sword -- swings in at the Horseman -- and
severs his head from his body. The other Horseman looks on in
horror. He backs up slowly, then runs off. Kilvara prepares
himself to receive the power.
EXT. STONE BUILDING - WIDE SHOT - NIGHT
A Brilliant GREEN LIGHT pierces the darkness, lighting the
front of the Stone Building.
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. MACLEOD'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Macleod bolts up in bed. He stares out the window sadly.
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
Seventeenth century England.
Macleod rides his horse along a road blanketed by dense forest
on each side. Suddenly, he stops his horse as a premonition
fills him. He looks around. A horse is tethered to a tree off
The VOICE comes from above. Macleod looks up. Sitting on the
branch of a tree that extents over the road is THOMAS
CAVANAUGH. He is a large, robust MAN in his fifties dressed in
thick sheepskins. He drops from the tree landing before
Macleod. Macleod slowly reaches for his Samurai.
You'll have no need for that,
Since we hardly know each other, I'm
sure you'll understand if I hold one
to it for awhile.
Caution shows wisdom.
Cavenaugh notes the Samurai.
I know that weapon. It belonged to
Juan Romeriz. He's dead?
No. He was my brother. He died at
We too are brothers, Macleod. In
fact, you have more family than you
Who are you?
Thomas Cavenaugh. I am a teacher of
sorts. Like Romeriz I help those
newly acquainted with our life.
I learned my fill from Romeriz.
Indeed you did. And now it is time
for you to pass on to others what you
learned from him.
Cavenaugh walks over his horse and mounts it.
So they can take my head?
Cavenaugh rides over to Macleod.
Your head is not important,
Highlander. What is important is the
prize. It must go to one who would
not misuse it. Ride with me. Come
and meet your family.
Cavenaugh's horse begins to walk away. Macleod stares after
him, then follows.
EXT. ANCIENT CHURCH - DAY
The Church stands alone in a valley, it's stone walls collapsed
from time and neglect. Fog carpets the ground. HORSES and
CARTS are in front of the building.
INT. ANCIENT CHURCH - DAY
Only three of the four stone walls are standing. A large
section of the roof is gone. Inside are about thirty MEN,
WARRIORS, fierce and hard-looking. They stand before what once
was the altar and listen as Cavenaugh speaks.
I've called this gathering on holy
ground so that each man might take
comfort in knowing he is protected
inside the confines of these walls.
None of us, good or evil would dare
raise a hand against the other in
If God protects us so, why has he
God's purpose for us is unclear, save
that he has given us a gift.
A gift? You call never growing old -
- watching friends and loved ones die
I do not profess to know what is in
God's mind. He has chosen us. We
are his warriors through time. The
final Gathering is still far away but
the prize must be captured by a man
who is pure of heart. Those of us
who would use the prize for goodly
purpose must band together against
those who would use it for evil.
In the back of the room, standing alone is Macleod. His eyes
are on the altar, but his mind seems far away.
EXT. ANCIENT CHURCH - LATER - DAY
Macleod walks with Cavanaugh, weaving through the crowd of men
The prize? So much blood so that in
the end the one that remains will be
mortal again. So much pain so that
the winner can grow old and have
children. The prize hardly seems
worth the cost of it.
There will be more to the prize than
that. Power will come with it -- and
it must be used for good.
The days of magic are ending. The
world is changing.
Aye -- yet one such as I who has
wandered this world for nearly nine
centuries can remember back to other
days of change. Days of Robin of the
Hood and Arthur Pendragon. They were
real enough once, but they drifted
into men's dreams and became legend -
- as we shall do one day.
Macleod stops at his horse.
I grow weary of the fight.
Macleod mounts his horse.
You cannot run from your destiny,
Perhaps -- but if I must face it, let
it find me, for I shall search for it
EXT. ARCHAEOLOGICAL SITE - MORNING
Professor Dajorski walks quickly to the Stone Building. The
area is surprisingly empty. Jennifer walks over to meet him.
What's going on? Where is everyone?
We're holding the workers down below.
Someone broke into the cavern last
Jennifer begins to walk. Dajorski follows.
We're not quite sure. The Guard was
Dajorski is concerned. Jennifer waves him off.
He's fine. He swears he never left
his post for a moment. He heard a
noise and when he went back to look
they were already inside.
How could they get by him?
I don't know.
Jennifer stops. A few feet away lies the torso of the horseman
covered by a blanket. Beside him, covered with a jacket is the
head. Dajorski looks at it.
We found him this morning.
What's that next to him?
His head. Someone cut it off.
Dajorski shivers at the thought of it.
Look at this.
Jennifer lifts the cloth. Dajorski isn't pleased with the
sight, but he immediately sees what she is referring to. He
bends down and examines the dead man's clothing.
Incredible. The cloth -- the buttons
-- it looks to be mid sixteen
hundreds. It's a remarkable
I don't think it is a duplication.
It has to be.
Jennifer lifts the sword. Dajorski examines it.
Same period -- and exceptionally well
preserved. Jennifer, what's going on
Jennifer look back at the stone building.
That's a good question. That's a
very good question.
INT. ANTIQUE STORE - DAY
Macleod comes out of the elevator. He walks over to Rachel at
I'm going out for a while.
Rachel opens a drawer and removes a set of keys. She hands
them to him.
You kept it?
Macleod smiles and kisses her on the forehead.
INT. GARAGE - DAY
A tarp is pulled off of a 1958 convertible PORSCHE.
EXT. STREET - DAY
The PORSCHE roars up the driveway and out onto the street.
INT. CHURCH, NEW YORK - AFTERNOON
Filtered light flows through stain glass windows. Macleod sits
alone in the pew. He stares at the altar, his mind deep in
thought. A PRIEST walks down the aisle -- stops -- studies him
for a moment, then sits beside him.
You look troubled my son.
Macleod's mouth hints at a grin from the Priest's
understatement. He does not look at the Priest.
Sometimes we feel better if we talk
about the things that bother us. How
long has it been since your last
A long time.
Perhaps if you--
I don't think confession will help
Macleod stands and prepares to leave.
Redemption is one of God's gifts.
Macleod looks at the Priest sadly.
God's gifts? You mean like, life,
having children, growing old, dying
Those are gifts I can never have.
Macleod walks down the aisle.
You are too young to be so bitter.
Macleod stops. He turns back and looks at the Priest.
I'm older than I look.
EXT. DOCKS - DUSK
A desolate area of the RIVER. Abandoned WAREHOUSES line the
waterfront. His PORSCHE is parked in the b.g. Macleod leans
against the railing, staring out over the water. A beat.
Suddenly, Macleod stiffens, his gaze lifts off the water. A
premonition fills him. He turns around, knowing what he will
find behind him.
The other Horseman approaches. He holds his broad sword at his
Macleod holds his hand up.
Wait. We don't have to do this.
The Horseman lunges at Macleod. He raises the sword and brings
it down quickly. Macleod moves quickly to his side. The sword
miss him by inches as it smashes into the railing, slicing
through the metal.
Macleod stares into the Horseman's eyes -- they are cold,
savage. He knows there is not point in talking.
Macleod opens his rain coat and slowly removes the ancient
Samurai sword. He expertly twirls the sword as he raises it
over his head and holds it in a fighting stance. A beat. Both
men lock eyes. The Horseman attacks.
Blades cross. Sparks fly. The men move across the quay
towards the warehouse.
The Horseman thrusts his sword. Macleod steps to the side and
slices the blade of the Samurai across the Horseman's face. A
deep gash appears, blood flows down his cheek. The Horseman
touches the wound, looks at the blood on his finger, then
tastes it. He grins and attacks.
The Horseman whirls his sword, swinging furiously at Macleod.
Blow after powerful blow pounds against the samurai. Macleod
is backed up against the railing. The swords cross and
remained locked -- each man pushing against the other in a show
The Horseman knees Macleod in the groin. Macleod doubles over.
The Horseman brings the butt of his sword down hard between
Macleod's shoulder blades. Macleod falls to his knees,
dropping his sword. The Horseman lifts the Samurai and throws
it behind him. Macleod struggles to shake the pain from his
body as the Horseman raises the sword above Macleod's neck.
As he brings it down, Macleod lunges forward, hurling his body
into the Horseman and picking him. Macleod's runs across the
quay carrying the Horseman on his shoulder. The Horseman
raises his sword above his head. Macleod heads towards one of
the large windows of the warehouse.
INT. MEAT PACKING WAREHOUSE - DUSK
CRASH! Glass shatters as Macleod and the Horseman break
through the window. Carcasses of BEEF hang from hooks on a
curving S-HAPED processing line. Slowly the two warriors get
to their feet. The Horseman's sword is a few feet behind him.
He stands and walks to it. Macleod looks around the room,
looking for something -- anything -- that might be used as a
The Horseman attacks, swinging his sword wildly. Macleod grabs
the racks of beef, using them as a shield. The Horseman's
blade slices through the meat. Macleod back up, grabs another
side of beef and pushes it into the Horseman. The impact
knocks the Horseman to the ground. His sword slides across the
floor. The Horseman gets up and walks over to his sword.
Macleod grabs one of the MEAT HOOKS and hurls it towards the
Horseman's back. The Horseman has just about reached the sword
when the Hook spears him between the shoulder blades.
Macleod pushes a RED BUTTON. The processing line begins to
move -- the hook lifts, picking the Horseman off the ground.
The Horseman tries desperately to reach the hook, but he
cannot. Macleod picks up the sword and readies himself. The
Horseman heads back towards Macleod . In one fluid motion
Macleod cuts off his head -- leaving the rope intact. The
headless body continues to swing across the room.
A beat. Macleod readies himself for what he knows his coming.
Sparks of green light begin to pulse out from the Horseman's
Macleod's body stiffens as a jolt of power fills him. Overhead
LIGHT FIXTURES CRACKLE as the LIGHT BULBS begin to glow. The
ENGINE of an old fork lift comes to life. A RADIO turns on
filling the room with MUSIC.
EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
One by one the WINDOWS EXPLODE, raining a shower of glass on
the dock -- and then -- SILENCE.
An exhausted-looking Macleod staggers out of the building. He
searches through the darkness until he finds his sword, then
runs off into the night.
EXT. RIVER - DAY
Seventeenth century England.
Macleod rides along the shores of the river. Cavanaugh rides
beside him, singing and old FOLD SONG loudly. His voice
clearly annoys Macleod.
Must you do that?
It is a beautiful day. I am merely
Can't you enjoy it quietly?
Are you always this pleasant?
You know what you're problem is?
Cavanaugh forces a grin. He stops his horse. Macleod stops
Life. You've stopped living it. You
look, but you do not see. You listen
but, you do not hear.
I hear you.
What else? What else do you hear
Macleod listens for a moment.
Cavanaugh closes his eyes.
Do you not hear the wind in the
trees? The songs of the birds. The
There is a whole world around you.
Alive. Living. Feel it -- become
part of it. Live your life,
Highlander. It's going to be a long
That is what bothers me.
I see. You don't care about life
Macleod shrugs his shoulders, indicating he doesn't care.
I guess not.
In an instant Cavanaugh draws his sword and swings it at
Macleod's neck. Just as quickly Macleod removes his Samurai
and blocks the attack. A beat. Cavanaugh grins, then lowers
You protect yourself well for a man
who doesn't care if he lives or dies.
Cavanaugh moves his horse forward.
(looking back at
Fear not, my friend -- we're all
going to die. It's just going to
take us longer, that's all.
INT. INN - NIGHT
A small country inn. A fire roars in the fireplace. Macleod
sits at a table, staring into the flames. Cavanaugh joins him
carrying to tankards of ale. A beat. Cavanaugh does not
interrupt Macleod's thoughts.
England. There is nothing for me
And what do you think you will find
in another land?
Then it's worth the journey.
Macleod holds out his hand.
Thank you, Thomas.
For being a friend when I needed one.
I hope our paths cross again.
I'm sure they will.
As friends -- always as friends.
We cannot write our destiny, Macleod.
In the end it could be you and me.
That is a thought that doesn't please
If it came down to it what would you
I do not know. I pray that I shall
never have to raise my sword against
one that I call friend.
Cavanaugh raises his tankard. Macleod joins him. They tab
there tankards together and drink.
EXT. MEAT PACKING WAREHOUSE - MORNING
Several BLACK AND WHITE POLICE CARS are in front of the
building. An unmarked car drives up and BEDSOE the cop from
Highlander one gets out. He is older, heavier and now a
Lieutenant. He walks towards the entrance of the warehouse.
INT. MEAT PACKING WAREHOUSE - MORNING
POLICE OFFICERS and members of the FORENSIC TEAM search through
the rubble for clues. The headless corpse of the Horseman is
still hanging from the meat hook in between several slabs of
beef. Bedsoe enters at stares at the gruesome sight. A
DETECTIVE GRELEY, a sloppy-looking man in his thirties joins
Caretaker found him this morning.
He's got no I.D. on him -- we'll have
to run his prints.
Bedsoe looks around the room. The scene is all too familiar to
So, whaddaya think, Lieutenant,
Greley grins. Bedsoe looks at him askance.
Did you find a sword? An old sword?
Yeah -- how'd you know that?
Bedsoe ignores the question. He looks away, his mind deep in
(quietly to himself)
EXT. MUSEUM - MORNING
An old building set among warehouses and abandoned buildings.
In the b.g. looms the modern high-rises of the city.
INT. OFFICE - MORNING
A large room, filled with tables that are piled high with
artifacts. Professor Dajorski enters, hangs up his jacket and
walks across the room. Jennifer is asleep at a workbench, her
head resting on the surface. Dajorski stares at her for a
moment, then gently wakes her.
You stayed here again last night?
I was working on the cataloging.
Jennifer, there is more to life than
I know, Paul.
Do you? Then why don't you go out?
Meet someone. Make a life for
yourself instead of hiding away in
I like my work.
I'm having some people over tonight
for dinner -- I'd like you come.
Dajorski knows her well enough to know when to stop pushing.
He places a copy of the morning paper in front of her.
Take a lok at this.
Jennifer lifts the paper.
The headless corpse of a man was
found early this morning in a meat
packing warehouse near the river.
Police say the unidentified body was
dressed in what appears to be a
costume from the seventeenth
Jennifer lowers the paper and looks at Dajorski with confusion.
INT. BANK - DAY
An old building with several large PILLARS running from floor
to ceiling. MR. PARKER, a distinguished looking man in his
forties stands at counter. He finishes filling out a deposit
slip, then endorses the back of a check. Parker looks at the
line, puts the check in his BRIEFCASE, then walks towards the
of Parker walking into the bathroom. The POV slowly heads
towards the bathroom.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY - SOMEONE'S POV
walking along the stall, looking under them to see if they are
occupied. We come to one and see a pair of shoes. A beat.
The POV rises, as if the person is straightening up. A beat.
Suddenly the door is kicked open, revealing Mr. Parker siting
on the toilet. He looks up, startled.
Kilvara is standing at the entrance of the stall with a grin.
Don't get up.
INT. BANK, TELLER'S WINDOW - DAY
The TELLER, a bored middle-aged woman looks up routinely as Mr.
Parker walks to her window with his check in one hand, his
briefcase in the other.
Good afternoon, Mr. Parker.
(looks at name plate)
Would you like to deposit this in
No. The money, please.
This check is for sixteen thousand
dollars. That's a lot of cash to be
I can take care of myself.
Alright. It's going to take a few
minutes. I have to call and verify
We hold on Mr. Parker who is becoming a little anxious.
The Teller is on the phone.
Yes -- I'll hold.
Mr. Parker taps his fingers on the counter. The CLOCK on the
wall behind him reads: 1:10
The Teller hangs up the phone and walks back to her station.
Mr, Parker looks pale, beads of sweat dot his forehead. The
CLOCK on the wall now reads: 1:22. The Teller takes out
several stacks of ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS. She starts to
count them. Mr. Parker scoops them into his briefcase.
That's okay -- I trust you.
Mr. Parker walks away. His face sweats more, his body
stiffens. He draws the attention of a GUARD. Mr. Parker walks
behind one of the PILLARS as he heads for the exit. When we
see him again he looks different. He passes behind another --
and again when we see him he appears different. From pillar to
pillar his shape changes until when he passes from behind the
last one he is now Kilvara.
The Guard cannot believe what he has seen -- or what he thinks
he has seen. He weaves in an out of the pillars looking for
any sign of Mr. Parker. There is none. He rushes up to
Kilvara who is still holding the BRIEFCASE.
Just a moment, Sir.
Kilvara stops. He turns around slowly.
Would you come with me please?
I think not.
The Guard moves closer. Kilvara slowly reaches his free hand
under his jacket. The Guard instantly removes his revolver and
aims it at Kilvara.
Kilvara stares at the gun with amusement. In a flash his sword
his drawn. He moves towards the Guard. The Guard FIRES. The
first three shots hit Kilvara in the chest -- his light colored
shirt splatters with blood. The shots drive him backwards but
not down. He staggers forward. The Guard FIRES three more
shots. Kilvara falls to the ground on his back.
The Bank breaks into Chaos. CUSTOMERS dive to the ground. The
Guard slowly moves over Kilvara and kicks the sword away. He
leans over to take a pulse. Kilvara's eyes open. He grabs the
Guard by the throat and lifts him off the ground and he stands.
Kilvara pushes him against the wall and stares angrily into his
In the b.g. we HEAR POLICE SIRENS. Kilvara knows he has little
time. He lets go of the Guard, picks up his sword and runs
from the bank.
INT. ANTIQUE STORE - DAY
The elevator opens and Macleod steps out carrying a DUFFLE BAG.
Rachel is at the counter.
What are you doing?
I shouldn't have come back here. It
was a mistake.
Is it a mistake for someone to go to
the ones who love them when they're
Yes -- when their troubles can harm
Why won't you ever let anyone help
Macleod puts his bag down near the counter. He touches
Rachel's face lightly.
Because no one can.
We HEAR the BELLS on the front door as someone opens it.
Macleod turns around. Bedsoe is standing at the door with TWO
Bedsoe walks towards him. Rachel pushes the duffel bag behind
the counter with her foot, hiding it from Bedsoe's view.
Guess what we found this morning?
Macleod shrugs his shoulders.
A body -- with it's head cut off.
Macleod doesn't answer.
When did you get back?
A few days ago.
That's what I figured. Well, I have
a little home coming present for you.
Bedsoe pulls out his HANDCUFFS and dangles them before Macleod.
I've been waiting seven years for
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM, POLICE STATION - DAY
Macleod and Bedsoe sit on opposite side of a table.
Where were you last night around
I already told you. I took a walk.
Tell me again. Where'd you go?
Doesn't it scare you walk through the
park at night?
No. I don't scare easy.
Where have you been for the last
A sadness falls across Macleod's face. Bedsoe has seen that
look before -- he knows what it means.
Macleod doesn't answer the question. His personal life is not
open for discusion.
She was a good woman.
You didn't bring me here to talk
Bedsoe picks up an 8x10 PHOTOGRAPH of the HEADLESS CORPSE in
the meat packing warehouse.
I brought you here to talk about him.
Do you know him?
He doesn't look familiar -- but then
he'd probably be easier to identity
with his head.
Macleod and Bedsoe lock eyes. A beat. There is a KNOCK on the
two-way mirror. Bedsoe gets up and leaves the room.
INT. HALL - DAY
Bedsoe walks over to CAPTAIN NEWSOME. We can Macleod through
I'm in the middle of an
Interrogation's over, Bedsoe.
Cut him loose. The D.A. says you
ain't got shit on this guy.
You don't understand. About seven
years ago we found the body of a guy
named Vasilnic in Jersey. A week
later in the parking lot of Madison
Square Garden we found Iman Fasil.
Three days after that Luman Castageer
was found in an alley. The fourth
body we've never been able to
identify. All four men died from
decapitation. Nash was our primary
suspect -- but he disappeared.
For Chrissake! Gimme a break. The
guy disappears for seven years and as
soon as he comes back it starts
I see your point, Bedsoe, but I have
to look at this from the law's point
of view. There's something missing
here. It's something I'm sure you've
come across many times in your
career. It's called evidence.
Get me a murder weapon with his
fingerprints on it. Find me an eye
witness. Dig up a motive. Until
then we don't have a case against
The Captain walks away. Bedsoe is furious. He looks at
Macleod who is staring at him through the mirror as if he knows
exactly what is going on.
INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
Macleod walks towards the exit with Bedsoe.
This isn't over Nash. It's just
Jennifer is sitting on a chair. She gets up and walks over to
Not now. I'm busy.
Macleod's attention is focused on Jennifer. It's as if he
knows her but can't quite place her.
I'm gonna nail you, Nash. That's a
Is that it?
Bedsoe steps in. His face is inches from Macleod's.
No. I'm telling you right now, the
next person's head that comes off is
gonna be yours.
Lieutenant, you're really frightening
Get outta here.
Macleod walks out the door. He stops and looks back at
Jennifer again, then leaves. Bedsoe NODS to a DETECTIVE who
starts to walk after him. Macleod appears in the doorway again
with a grin. The Detective stops and tries to act nonchalant.
Macleod leans towards him.
I'm going to Jimmy's Bar on West
sixty seventh for drink. See you
Macleod grins at Bedsoe, then leaves. Bedsoe stares after him
hatefully. Jennifer approaches him again.
What? Who are you? What do you
My name is Jennifer Hillman. I'm an
archaeologist. I read in the paper
about the murder yesterday and I
thought I should come talk to you.
Talk to me about what?
Jennifer opens an ENVELOPE and removes a PHOTO of the corpse of
Horseman #1 at the Scotland site.
Bedsoe looks at the PHOTO, then back at Jennifer. He ushers
into his office and closes the door. Through the GLASS PARTION
we see them talking.
INT. MORGUE - DAY
Bedsoe is there with Jennifer. A the headless CORPSE of
Horseman #2 is laying on one of the steel tables. The MEDICAL
EXAMINER, a short, fat man in his forties is eating a donut.
Well, it wasn't easy but I finally
determined the cause of death.
Bedsoe doesn't find any humor is this. Jennifer goes over to
the counter and looks through the personal affects.
Nothing. Besides not having a head
he's in perfect health. No cavities.
No broken bones. Have you found out
who he is?
He's nobody. The police, the F.B.I,
Interpol -- nobody has record of this
guy. It's like he was never born.
Jennifer is examining the Horseman's jacket.
That's exactly what Scotland Yard
said about the person we found at the
Bedsoe walks over to Jennifer.
What do you think?
They appear to be authentic.
Why are people walking around New
York with swords, dressed in mid evil
Well, technically it's not mid evil -
- it's Renaissance.
Whatever -- it's old clothing, right?
This is some weird shit.
Detective Greley enters.
Hey Lieutenant, the boys in robbery
have something I think you should
What is it?
A tape from the surveillance camera
at the First National Bank. It was
robbed this morning.
Really? I want to make sure that I
understand what you're telling me,
Greley. A crime was committed in New
York City? That is news.
The guy had a sword and was dressed
like this guy.
Bedsoe's interest is peaked. He looks at Jennifer.
That's not all, Lieutenant. Wait
until you see the tape. It's
I'd like you to see this.
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM, POLICE STATION - AFTERNOON
CLOSE ON TELEVISION SCREEN. We see Kilvara walking towards the
GUARD with his sword. The GUARD fires at him. Kilvara moves
towards him again. The Guard FIRES again. Kilvara falls to
The CAMERA PULLS BACK to show Bedsoe, Jennifer, Greley and
several other Detectives looking at the tape.
Watch this part.
On the Television we see Kilvara reach up and grab the Guard,
then stand up unharmed. Bedsoe cannot believe what he has
What the hell. What is this? A
No joke, Lieutenant.
Where's the guy we saw in the
beginning -- what's his name...?
Parker. We found him knocked out in
If he was knocked out in the can how
could be walking across the lobby?
The robbery detective shrugs his shoulders.
Hey, I don't have answers for this.
I just brought you down here because
of the sword.
Am I supposed to believe that this
guy got shot in the chest six times
at point blank range and just got up
and walked out?
You can believe what you want. You
saw the tape.
Bedsoe walks out of the room. Jennifer follows.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY
Jennifer catches up to Bedsoe.
You didn't see this. Understand?
That guy you were talking to upstairs
-- Nash. You think he knows what's
Let me worry about Nash.
EXT. CENTRAL PARK - DAY
Macleod walks along a gravel path. He stops and looks behind
Of the Detective trying his best not to be seen.
Macleod continues to walk. He stops at a large POND. CHILDERN
play, sailing miniature SAILING SHIPS. Macleod stares at the
ships -- his mind drifts.
CLOSE ON MINITURE SAILING SHIP
It moves over the choppy water, bobbing up and down behind the
waves. It disappears behind a wall of water -- when it
EXT. SAILING SHIP - DAY
A real Eighteenth century sailing ship, churning the rough
water of the Atlantic.
Macleod stands on the deck, staring out at the horizon. A spray
of water shoots over the side drenching him. He closes his
eyes and grins.
You're going to fall over you damn
Macleod turns around to find a rather pale Cavanaugh standing
Thomas. What are you doing here?
You didn't think I'd let you go off
by yourself, did you?
Macleod embraces him.
You're looking a wee bit green,
The sea and I don't agree with each
other. Where we off to?
How long is the voyage?
Not long. We should arrive in the
Are you going to be alright?
Me? Of course.
The ship rolls up over a wave. Cavanaugh's face cringes.
Oh, Lord have mercy.
Cavanaugh bends over the rail dropping out of FRAME. Macleod
grins as he watches him. Slowly his grins fades -- the sight
of Cavanaugh's illness affects him. Macleod holds his stomach,
his cheeks bulge.
Macleod bends over the rail and out of FRAME.
EXT. PARIS - DAY
A Horse-drawn COACH arrives. TRAVELERS disembark. Among them
is Macleod and Cavanaugh. A small, street-wise man named
GASTON approaches them.
Excuse me gentlemen. My name is
What'd he say?
I have no idea.
Ah, you are English. I speak
English. My name is Gaston. For a
small fee I would gladly be your
Macleod and Cavanaugh look at each and decide why not.
Cavanaugh tosses up and coin which Gaston eagerly grabs.
We need food and lodging.
Not to worry, Monsieur. My Uncle
owns a very reputable inn.
Gaston takes Cavanaugh's bag and carries it. He attempts to
take Macleod's, but Macleod will not let go of it.
How was journey?
Great. I'd recommend it for anyone
who wants to lose weight.
INT. BEDSOE'S OFFICE - DAY
Bedsoe is watching the TAPE of the bank robbery on a small
television. Detective Greley enters holding a PHOTOGRAPH of
Here it is, Lieutenant. We blew it
up off the tape. Every cop in the
city has a copy of it.
Good -- also, give it to the papers
Y'know, the guys in robbery are gonna
get kind of upset. We're stepping on
their toes of this one.
It's not a homicide, Lieutenant.
This ties in with Nash.
We don't have any proof of that.
I don't need proof. I know it. Send
INT. NEW YORK LIBRARY - AFTERNOON
Jennifer sits at one of the microfilm machine scanning over old
newspaper articles. She stops at one that reads: ANTIQUE
DEALER ARRESTED IN CONNECTION WITH HEADLESS CORPSE.
INT. LOBBY, LIBRARY - AFTERNOON
Jennifer looks through the WHITE PAGES.
Russell Nash Antiques. Hudson
EXT. NASH ANTIQUES - DUSK
Macleod walks towards the entrance of the shop. As he reaches
the door Jennifer steps out of the shadows.
Macleod turns towards her. His face betrays nothing.
My name is Jennifer Hillman. I was
at the police station earlier today--
I remember you.
I was wondering if I could talk to
Are you a cop?
No. I'm an archaeologist.
What do you want?
To talk to you.
I don't think we have anything to
talk about, Miss Hillman.
Macleod enters the store. Jennifer follows after him
INT. ANTIQUE STORE - DUSK
Macleod walks across the room. Jennifer enters.
(yelling after him)
Not even headless corpses wearing
seventeenth century clothing?
Macleod turns around slowly.
Yes. We found another man outside a
site we were working at in Scotland.
In the highlands?
Yes. How did you know?
A lucky guess.
I don't think so -- but then, maybe
you've can guess how a guy with a
sword could rob the First national
Bank this afternoon -- and get shot
six times in the chest by the guard
and still get up and walk out?
He was wearing a bullet proof vest.
Bullet proof vests don't bleed.
(shrugs his shoulder)
You got me.
Why do I feel that you know what's
Are you the type of person who takes
advice, Miss Hillman?
If it's good advice.
This is. Go home. Stay out of this.
Why? What's going on?
Macleod shows a hint of frustration that she isn't going to
take his advice. Macleod starts to walks away. Jennifer grabs
his arm. Macleod turns around and pulls her hand away.
Suddenly his expression changes as he stares at her hand.
On her finger is a distinctive RING. It is very old intricate
gold patterns carved in gold and set in ivory.
Macleod is shocked. He slowly raises her hand up before his
face and looks her in the eyes.
Where did you get this ring?
Jennifer is more than a little frightened by Macleod intensity.
Where did you get it?
It's mine. It's been in my family
for years. It belonged to my great,
great, great grandmother.
Macleod stares at the ring again -- his mind drifts away for a
moment, then he looks at Jennifer.
Goodnight, Miss Hillman.
Macleod walks towards the elevator. A beat. Jennifer gathers
her composure -- in spite of his intensity there is something
that interests her about Macleod. Macleod steps in the
elevator and looks back at her. He says nothing. The elevator
doors close. Jennifer stares after him, intrigued.
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT
As Macleod walks down the hall Rachel opens her bedroom door.
I heard voices downstairs. Is
What will you do?
There's nothing I can do. I'll wait.
One way or another soon it will all
be over soon.
Macleod feigns a grin for Rachel's sake. He leans in a kisses
her on the forehead, then continues down the hall.
INT. UPSTAIRS LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Exactly as we remember it from Highlander one. Macleod sits on
the couch, next to the aquarium. His eyes drift up a stone
wall at the back of the room.
of Macleod eyes drifting up the wall. PULL BACK TO REVEAL we
are now at...
INT. BALLROOM - NIGHT
Eighteenth century France.
An elegant room. Aristocrats, dressed in lavish clothing
mingle and dance. Macleod and Cavanaugh stand off to the side.
They are well dressed with white, powered wigs. Cavanaugh is
clearly uncomfortable with his dress and surroundings.
What are we doing here?
(tugs at his
You may be living -- but this suit is
Something catches Macleod's eye.
Across the room, standing with a group of pompous-looking MEN
is ISABELLE TOUREZ a beautiful woman in her early twenties.
She looks remarkably like Jennifer. Her gaze falls on Macleod,
she smiles shyly.
Cavanaugh follows Macleod's stare. He knows when trouble is
coming -- and this is it.
Macleod starts to walk over to her.
Where are you going?
To ask her to dance.
She's the King's cousin.
Then she should be an excellent
Macleod walks across the room, his eyes on Isabelle. She steps
forward as he approaches, leaving the group of MEN behind her.
Macleod smiles and bows, then offers her his hand. She takes
it and they walk out onto the dance floor.
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY
Macleod and Isabelle lay on a blanket in a green meadow.
Macleod seems preoccupied.
Macleod looks at her and smiles.
Where do you go when your mind
Why is it you never talk to me about
Scotland -- your life there.
Because it's the past -- and things
that are in the past are best left
And will I be part of your past or
Macleod does not answer. He looks away sadly.
INT. APARTMENT - DAY
Macleod enters. He is happy, playful. He sees Cavanaugh
sitting near the window. He appears distracted. Macleod
notices his behavior.
Cavanaugh turns towards him slowly.
What worries you?
Macleod knows where this conversation is going.
You've been seeing her for over a
month now. Have you learned nothing
from the past?
I've learned that a man can only go
so along living alone.
So, you do this for yourself? What
You cannot not have a relationship,
Macleod. You've told me of your
wife, Heather, and how you loved her.
Romeriz warned you then, but you
would not listen. You watched her
grow old and die -- and there was
nothing you could do.
A sadness falls over Macleod as he remembers. Cavanaugh walks
over to him and puts his arm on his shoulder.
That was two hundred and fifty years
ago -- and the pain still scars your
heart. Would you live that pain
No. What am I to do?
The only thing you can do. You must
EXT. COURTYARD - NIGHT
Macleod stands in a courtyard with Cavanaugh and Gaston.
Macleod looks up the stone wall to a balcony. Cavanaugh and
Gaston do not appear pleased to be there. Macleod looks at
Cavanaugh who nods to him reassuringly. Gaston looks around
This is a most dangerous undertaking.
These are part of the royal
Macleod begins to climb, grabbing onto rocks and sliding his
feet into the cervices. He reaches the balcony and climbs
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Large and beautifully furnished. A fire glows at the far side
of the room. Isabelle sits before a dressing table and mirror,
combing her hair. She is a beautiful woman in her late
twenties. In the mirror she sees Macleod as he enters the room
from the balcony.
She smiles, then runs into his arms.
She kisses him, then takes his hand starts to lead him into the
I cannot stay.
I'm leaving in the morning.
Isabelle is shocked.
Leaving? For how long?
You'll no see me again.
Isabelle's hurt and disappointment shows on her face.
I cannot explain.
Do you love me, Conner?
Then take me with you.
Where I'm going you cannot follow.
(on the verge of
Why are you doing this?
Because, it's for the best. There
are somethings that are better left
Macleod takes a ring off his finger. IT IS THE SAME RING
JENNIFER WAS WEARING. He gently slips on Isabelle's finger.
Take this -- and whenever you look at
it, remember that it came from one
who loved you.
He kisses her forehead gently then starts to leave.
I wanted to grow old with you -- to
have your children.
Macleod turns back to her and smiles sadly.
I know, but that can never be, and
that's the sorrow if it.
He steps out onto the balcony and climbs over the railing.
EXT. COURTYARD - NIGHT
Macleod drops to the ground. Cavanaugh and Gaston are still
They start to leave. TWO of the KING'S GUARDS approach them.
What is your business here?
Just taking in some night air,
Corporal. This is the King's cousins
apartment. Come with us.
We've done nothing wrong.
That's what we'll decide.
I think not.
Macleod and Cavanaugh start to leave. The GUARDS draw their
swords. Macleod and Cavanaugh turn and draw their swords.
Gaston is nervous. He reaches under his jacket.
We have permission. I'll show you.
Before he take out whatever he is reaching for one the GUARDS
thrusts his sword at Gaston. In a flash, Macleod Samurai is
out and blocks the blade, stopping it inches before Gaston's
Gaston has mixed feelings about leaving his friends.
I said, go!
Gaston leaves. A fight begins. The Guards are not match for
the two immortals. Cavanaugh quickly stabs one of the Guards
in the arm. He drops his sword and falls to the ground.
Macleod battles with the other Guard. He backs him up to the
wall, knocks his sword away and hold the tip of his Samurai at
his throat. A beat. Anger fills Macleod's face as he decides
what to do.
In the b.g. we HEAR the SOUND of FOOTSTEPS. Macleod turns
around to find that he and Cavanaugh are surrounded by TEN MORE
GUARDS. Macleod looks to Cavanaugh, who shakes his head, No.
INT. JAIL CELL - AFTERNOON
Dark, damp and dirty. The floors a strewn with hay and
garbage. Macleod and Cavanaugh sits on the stone floor, their
backs to the wall. The wounded Guard approaches the bars.
Sentence has been passed on you.
What is it?
There is only for attacking the
King's guards. Death. You will both
be executed immediately. Which one
of you shall go first?
Macleod and Cavanaugh both stand.
I'll go first.
No -- I will.
I stood up first.
That doesn't matter.
You always get to go first.
The guard is irritated by their cavalier attitude.
You will both go.
You will go first.
And you will watch.
EXT. COURTYARD - AFTERNOON
Macleod and Cavanaugh are lead into the courtyard. Their hands
are tied behind their backs. They are stopped before a tall,
What is this?
It's a guillotine.
What does it do?
It cuts your head off.
Macleod and Cavanaugh exchange glances. This isn't good.
You can go first.
No -- after you.
(to the guard)
Don't you have anything else? Can't
you hang us -- or shoot us?
Shooting's good. I would much rather
be shot. This has to be awfully
Macleod and Cavanaugh begins to struggle, but it no use. Their
hands are tied and there are far too many guards. Macleod is
held back as Cavanaugh is forcefully placed under the blade. A
beat. The BLADE FALLS.
Cavanaugh's head falls into a basket. The guards laugh and
smile among themselves. Macleod turns his attention to the
guards -- his eyes are ice cold. He waits.
(pointing to Macleod)
Before the guards can begin to move Macleod we HEAR a CRACKLING
SOUND. Suddenly, Cavanaugh's body begins to hover above the
ground, streaks of green light flowing out of it. Several of
the guards cross themselves -- then Cavanaugh's energy is blown
Macleod screams -- he effortlessly breaks his ropes. He looks
at the headless body with sadness, then jumps on a cart and
climbs over the walls.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Sadness shows on Macleod's face as his mind slowly drifts from
the past back into the present. He holds Jennifer's BUSINESS
CARD in his hand, flicking it with his finger.
Macleod walks over to the window and looks out.
An unmarked POLICE CAR is down the street. Greley is inside it
watching the shop.
Macleod thinks for a moment. He walks to a bookcase -- pulls
out a book and presses a button. A section of the bookcase
OPENS and leads to a staircase.
EXT. ALLEY, REAR OF SHOP - NIGHT
Macleod exits through a door into the alley. We walks off into
Jennifer steps out of a doorway down the alley and starts to
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Macleod walks along rows of BROWNSTONES. In the b.g. Jennifer
steps around the corner, keeping her distance from Macleod.
EXT. STREET - FURTHER - NIGHT
Macleod walks -- thinks. Suddenly he stops -- filled with a
premonition. He looks up and down the street.
The streets are empty.
Macleod reaches under his raincoat for the handle of his sword
and starts walking. As he reaches the corner we HEAR
FOOTSTEPS. Macleod stops -- waits.
A UNIFORMED POLICE OFFICER turns the corner and walks towards
him. Macleod takes his hand out from his coat and walks past
him. The instant the COP passes Macleod he turns and removes
a SWORD from under his jacket.
Jennifer watches helplessly.
The cop smiles as he raises the sword over his head. It
GLIIMERS as the light from the STREET LIGHT reflects off it.
Macleod is walking away. He hears her SCREAM and turns around
just as the sword comes streaking at his head. Macleod side-
steps the attack, the blade slices across his forearm, a stripe
of BLOOD appears on his arm. Macleod quickly removes his
Samurai from under his jacket.
The cop studies him for a moment then begins to LAUGH. A
transformation begins and he turns into Kilvara.
Jennifer's face is filled with disbelief from the sight she has
Kilvara smiles at Macleod, his eyes alive with hatred.
Highlander -- I had hoped it would be
This cannot be.
Kilvara says nothing. He lunges at Macleod. Their swords
cross - sparks fly -- as the battle each other along the
street. Their sword cross and lock -- they grab each other
hands -- their faces inches from each other.
I am stronger than you, Highlander.
That's what the Kurgan said.
The Kurgan was a pussy.
Kilvara knees Macleod in the groin. Macleod doubles over, then
pushes forward, ramming his head in Kilvara's stomach --
pushing him backwards and slamming his back into a wall.
LIGHTS begins to come on in the windows of the apartments.
Macleod runs off. Kilvara follows. Macleod runs around the
Jennifer does not move. She is trying to digest what she has
seen. A beat, then she runs after them.
EXT. STREET - AROUND THE CORNER - NIGHT
As Kilvara rounds the corner he sees Macleod waiting for him,
his sword at his side. Kilvara runs towards him, begins to
raise his sword then stops.
We see why. Behind Macleod is a CHURCH. Kilvara lowers his
sword and looks at Macleod hatefully.
Why prolong the inevitable?
Macleod doesn't answer.
Fine -- I've waited over three
centuries. I can wait a little
Why did you wait?
It was not by choice. A small matter
of a mountain falling down on us. We
were trapped inside.
When the time of the Gathering came
the urge to go was so strong we tried
to claw through rock with our bare
hands. What you thought was the end
-- was not. This is the end. We are
the last of our kind, Macleod.
It will not end tonight.
You cannot hide from me. You will
not stand between me and my destiny.
After I have your head the power will
let me hold any form as long as I
want. Do you know what that means?
I can become the President -- I can
become anyone I want. The world will
Kilvara starts to leave. He stops and turns back towards
Macleod with a grin. In the b.g. we see Jennifer crossing the
Remember, Macleod -- the next time
you see me -- you won't see me.
He LAUGHS as he walks off into the night. Macleod stares after
him. Jennifer crosses the street and joins him.
I don't believe what I just saw.
That's probably the smartest thing.
Macleod starts to walk away. Jennifer notices the BLOOD on his
I'll be fine.
What's going on? Why did he call you
Because it's my name.
Then who's Russell Nash?
I don't know anymore.
Macleod walks off leaving her behind.
INT. MACLEOD'S PRIVATE ROOM - NIGHT
Macleod sits on the couch, his mind deep in thought. The room
is filled with antiques, momentos compiled over several
lifetimes. Rachel enters and sits beside him.
I could have ended it tonight, but I
I don't know. He is the stronger
one. He has a power--
You also have a power, Conner. It is
why you have survived.
Macleod looks at her, his eyes prompting her for the answer.
Macleod feigns a weak smile.
Do not underestimate the power of
your heart. Your dreams live there.
My dreams died long ago.
Did they? You are only a man,
different than most -- but still a
man. You feel the same -- want the
same. You want to live.
I haven't lived life -- I've hidden
from it. I've existed in the
And now it's time to come out of the
Macleod looks at her fondly. He cups his hand to her face.
Dear, sweet, Rachel. Men's lifes are
measured by the good they do.
If you search your heart you know all
the good you have done. Your
strength comes from your heart --
because in your heart you know what
you are fighting for is good and
(points around the
This room is filled with memories.
If you search through them you can
find the good -- the difference you
have made. And now, it is for you to
make the greatest difference of all.
Look in your heart, Conner -- and you
will see the good that you have done.
She looks at him warmly. Macleod kisses her on the forehead.
She leaves the room. A beat. Macleod walks over to a table
filled with various objects. One catches his eye. He picks up
an old WALKING STICK. Macleod closes his eyes -- his mind
EXT. STREET, LONDON - NIGHT
Nineteenth century England.
The East end. The waterfront, cobblestone streets, gas lamps.
A thick fog hangs in the air. Piano MUSIC drifts out of one of
the pubs. CROWDS of people hurry along the street.
Among them is Macleod. He is dressed in a suit like an English
Gentleman and carries the ivory-handled WALKING STICK. He
walks slowly, through the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the
people around him. He comes to the mouth of an alley and
stops, thinks, then enters.
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Wooden crates and stacks of garbage fill the alley. Macleod
continues. In the b.g. we HEAR the SOUNDS of a struggle.
+FURTHER DOWN THE ALLEY
A middle-aged man, also dressed like an English Gentleman is
struggling with a PROSTITUTE. He grabs her roughly and pins
her against the wall. From inside his overcoat he slowly
removes a long sword. He holds the tip of the blade up before
Please, sir -- you're frightening me.
This seems to please the man.
He smiles -- then just as quickly his smile fades. He appears
to sense something. He turns around to see...
Nothing -- just FOG -- then Macleod appears. He stares at the
The Man stares at Macleod then smiles -- a wild, crazy smile.
Conner -- what an unexpected
Let her go.
I'm afraid I can't do that. Just let
me kill her and then we can attend to
Macleod takes a few steps closer. He is now almost is striking
range. He slowly slides his Samurai out of the walking stick.
When you make your thrust at her I'll
take your head. It's her or me.
Oh dear me -- I do so hate decisions.
The man realizes that Macleod is right. He reluctantly lets
her go. The prostitute runs from the alley. A beat. The two
men stare at each other -- then the Man lunges at Macleod,
swinging his sword furiously. Sparks fly as sword cross.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Th Prostitute runs to the corner where she finds a CONSTABLE.
She hysterical gestures towards the alley. The Constable
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
The Constable moves down the alley with the prostitute, each of
them carefully making their way through the fog. As they reach
the end of the alley the fog lifts.
On the ground his the man -- his head severed from his body.
The prostitute looks away -- the constable stares at the
gruesome sight, his eyes filled with horror.
Dear mother of God.
In the b.g. Macleod steps out from behind a stack of crates.
He walks towards the street, disappearing in the fog.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
As Macleod emerges onto the street we HEAR the SOUND of the
constables POLICE WHISTLE. As PEOPLE wander towards the alley
to fill their curiosity, Macleod calmly walks across the
An OLD MAN sits behind a wooden crate selling NEWSPAPERS. A
piece of paper is tacked to the crate displaying the days
headline: WHEN WILL THE RIPPER BE CAPTURED?
Macleod looks at the headlines, the slowly turns and looks back
at the alley.
Goodbye -- Jack.
INT. BEDSOE'S OFFICE - DAY
Bedsoe is looking over some papers as he eats a pastry.
Detective Greley enters.
Anything from the bank?
We sent the prints we lifted from the
counter at the bank to the State
computers, the FBI and interpol.
He had to come from somewhere.
I think it was England.
Greley looks at a printout.
I asked the State Department to check
with our Embassies and Interpol to
see if there were any similar
occurrences like the bank. Two weeks
ago in London Charles Redder from the
Bronx was mugged in Hyde Park.
So -- the only thing that was taken
was his passport. I checked with
immigration -- he returned to New
York ten days ago -- but our embassy
in London says he is still there.
Bedsoe thinks for a moment. He looks up at Greley with a
INT. JENNIFER'S OFFICE - DAY
Old and cluttered with books and artifacts. Jennifer sits at a
table examining some articles from the Scotland site. She
appears distant, her thoughts distracted. Professor Dajorski
walks over to her and places a large BOOK on the table.
I was going through some of my
mythology books last night. I think
you'd get a kick out of this.
She opens the book to where it is marked and begins to read.
What ever she is reading catches her interest. She looks up at
INT. ANTIQUE SHOP - AFTERNOON
Macleod is with an ELDERLY WOMAN, showing her silver serving
trays. The woman can't decide on what to buy. She thanks
Macleod and leaves. As she walks through the door Jennifer
enters. Macleod is both happy and annoyed with her arrival.
You are a very persistent woman, Miss
Macleod stares at her. It unnerves her.
Why do you stare at me like that?
You remind me of someone I used to
Why are you here?
Same story -- same questions.
I don't have any answers for you.
Who was that man last night?
I don't know.
Then how did he know your name?
Macleod shrugs his shoulders.
Do you always walk around with a
New York is dangerous place.
You talk to me -- but you don't
answer my questions. I guess I'll
have to talk to Lieutenant Bedsoe.
It probably wouldn't interest you.
It's something I read in a mythology
I'm interested in mythology.
Have you ever heard of the Calan?
Macleod expression shows that he has. He stares at Jennifer
for a moment.
You look like you have.
Macleod smiles, his eyes pierce into hers.
Do you like Italian food?
The change in conversation confuses her for a moment.
Meet me Tratino's at nine.
I told you I'm interested in
mythology. We can talk about it
EXT. STREET - DAY
Kilvara walks down the street, still wearing his black robe.
Even in New York City his appearance draws attention. He walks
past a NEWSSTAND.
On the cover of one of the TABLOIDS is a photograph of him.
Kilvara looks up and notices the OWNER of the stand looking at
him. Kilvara's eyes narrow and stare deeply into the man's. A
beat. Kilvara walks away. As he does the Man looks at the
INT. CLOTHING STORE - DAY
Kilvara enters and walks up the counter. The SALESPERSON, a
middle-aged man stares at him with disapproval.
I would like to purchase a new
EXT. NEWSSTAND - DAY
The Man is holding the tabloid as he talks with TWO UNIFORMED
POLICE OFFICERS and points down the street.
INT. CLOTHING SHOP - DAY
The Salesman holds up an expensive trench coat. Kilvara
It looks a bit small.
The tapered look is in.
I need a lot of room. Sometimes I
carry things under my coat.
The Salesman looks behind Kilvara -- something has caught his
attention. Kilvara turns around following his stare.
of the POLICE OFFICERS crossing the street.
EXT. STREET - DAY
The two cops move towards the store.
Maybe we should wait for backup.
This could be a big collar. Why let
the boys form robbery grab it?
INT. CLOTHING STORE - DAY
Kilvara starts to walk to the door when the two cops enter,
their guns drawn.
Kilvara looks at them and grins.
Freeze. A popular expression.
In a flash Kilvara's grin fades. His sword streaks out from
under his jacket and slices through the first cops wrist.
EXT. CLOTHING STORE - DAY
We HEAR several SHOTS being fired. A beat -- then the WINDOW
of the store SHATTERS as the second cop comes flying through it
-- Kilvara's sword impaled in his chest. The cop crashes to
the ground -- dead. Kilvara walks out, retrieves his sword and
EXT. CLOTHING STORE - LATER - AFTERNOON
Bedsoe and Detective Greley watch as the bodies of the two COPS
are loaded into the Medical Examiner's wagon. Bedsoe walks
over to the Salesman.
They shot him. I saw it. They shot
him and he got right back up.
Bedsoe pulls out the photograph of Kilvara and shows it to the
Is this the guy?
Bedsoe looks at the medical examiner's wagon as it drives away.
His eyes are filled with anger.
EXT. CENTRAL PARK - NIGHT
Empty. The LIGHTS from the buildings that surround the park
fill the night sky. Kilvara walks into frame. Stops. Looks
out over the city.
You cannot hide from me, Macleod.
INT. TRATINO'S RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Dark woods and leather. Soft MUSIC plays in the b.g. Jennifer
sits at a table alone, drinking second glass of wine. She
checks her watch. From her expression it is obvious that
Macleod is late. We see Macleod enter and walk up behind her.
You're twenty minutes late.
Macleod takes off his overcoat and sits beside her. On his arm
is a BANDAGE covering the cut on his arm from Kilvara's blade.
Macleod glances at her hand, his eyes focused on her ring.
Jennifer follows his stare.
Does this ring mean something to you?
The WAITER walks over.
Glenmorganie -- no ice and...?
Jennifer holds up her wine glass.
The house red.
The waiter smiles and walks away.
You didn't answer my question.
There is a moment of silence. Jennifer appears uneasy. She is
not good at small-talk.
You have an interesting accent.
Where are you from?
I'm just trying to place you.
I've lived all over the world.
She's aware that he is being evasive.
You're not an easy person to get to
Why? Because I don't give up all my
How come you wanted to meet tonight?
I wanted to get to know you better.
His directness make her a little uncomfortable. Macleod
That makes you uncomfortable?
A little -- yes. My interest in
coming here is profession.
Yes -- it is.
Alright. In the shop you mentioned
--the Calan. Do you know who they
Why don't you tell me.
They were called different things by
different cultures. The Celts called
them the Sourans. The Druids called
them the Calans. According to the
mythology they were spirits, sent to
earth and reborn -- some good -- some
evil -- both immortal.
Yes. They do not age and they cannot
die -- unless their head is cut from
Macleod's face betrays nothing.
Then the spirit is released and the
power is absorbed by the Calan who
Very interesting. I bet kids love
you at bedtime.
Maybe you can explain what I saw the
Macleod ignores her question.
Have you told Lieutenant Bedsoe your
Because I don't feel like sitting in
a rubber room for forty-eight hours.
You don't really believe this do you?
Let me ask you something else. At
the excavation site in Scotland, the
tunnel leading into the cavern had
collapsed. The day we found the body
someone had moved the rocks, making a
hole in the collapsed section. What
bothers me is that we found the rocks
from the hole on our side of the
Why would someone pull on the rocks
to get in the cavern? They were
wedged in tight. They couldn't get a
grip on them. They would have had
much more strength pushing on them.
If they pushed the rocks you would
have found them on the other side of
the cavern wall.
Yes -- if they were trying to get in
-- but what if they weren't? What if
they were trying to get out?
A beat. Macleod isn't sure how much she knows -- but he knows
she is close.
That would mean they'd been trapped
--for three hundred years.
How could that be? People don't live
for three hundred years.
Not unless they're immortal.
Their eyes lock. Macleod studies her. He knows she knows --
or at least suspects. Jennifer smiles warmly, she places her
hand on Macleod arm -- then quickly tears the BANDAGE of his
HER POV - OF MACLEOD'S ARM
There is no trace of the cut. No scar -- nothing.
Jennifer looks back at Macleod, astonished. Macleod slowly
peels her hand off his arm. His eyes stare deeply into hers.
You're very smart for someone who has
not even lived a single lifetime.
Maybe too smart.
Macleod gets up and leaves. Jennifer follows.
EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Macleod walks down the street. Jennifer runs after him. She
grabs him by the stop. He stops.
What did you mean a single lifetime?
Are you saying that it's true?
Macleod says nothing. He stares at her for a moment, then
EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
Empty. Macleod walks along the pavement, his mind deep in
EXT. JENNIFER'S APARTMENT, FRONT DOOR - NIGHT
Jennifer opens the door. She is surprised to see Macleod. A
May I come in?
Jennifer opens the door wider. Macleod walks inside.
INT. JENNIFER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Macleod walks to the middle of the room. He is struggling with
himself inside himself.
You asked me earlier if that ring
meant something to me -- it does. It
reminds me of someone I knew a long
Jennifer starts to take it off her finger.
Would you like to see it?
I've seen it.
On the back it has--
--the crest of a lion and a dragon
and a single word: Courage.
How did you know that?
Macleod away -- his mind drifts as he speaks.
It came from your great, great, great
grandmother, Isabelle Tourez, who
lived in Paris and died on the
guillotine in 1789 -- alone -- and
unmarried. The ring was given to her
by someone who loved her -- but knew
that it could never be.
Macleod looks at her, his eyes staring deeply into hers.
Now that she has heard what she suspected a look of doubt
crosses her face. Macleod notices it.
I was born into the clan Macleod,
five hundred years ago in Glenfinnan
-- on the shores of Loch Shiel.
Jennifer stares at him -- there is doubt in her eyes.
Suspecting and believing are two different things and her
expression relays her skepticism. Macleod picks up a DAGGER on
the worktable and holds it before his heart.
I've wandered the world ever since
then. I cannot die.
She tries to stop him, but before she can Macleod thrusts the
dagger into his chest. His face fills with pain -- he drops to
his knees. Jennifer watches in horror. A beat. Macleod looks
up at her, then pulls the dagger from his chest. Jennifer is
overwhelmed with astonishment. She slowly drops to her knees.
They are inches from each other.
You wanted the truth -- now you have
And the other one -- he is like you?
He is immortal -- yes -- but he is
not like me. We are the last of our
(he looks at her)
The last of the Calans. I do not
know what purpose we were put here
for. I only know that if he wins the
world will suffer for it.
Macleod starts to stand. Jennifer gently places her hand on
Where will you go now?
It will end tonight.
Must you fight him?
He will not stop until it is over.
Jennifer stares deeply into his eyes. She moves closer and
then, gently kisses him. They search each others eyes. She
leans in to kiss him again. Macleod pulls away. She starts to
say something, he gently puts his finger over her lips and
stares at her fondly -- then leaves.
EXT. NASH ANTIQUES - NIGHT
Macleod walks down the street towards the shop. Suddenly, from
out of a doorway Bedsoe appears.
Good evening, Lieutenant.
No -- it isn't. A cop died today and
the other is barely holding on. I
want some answers, Nash.
I'm sorry about that -- but I had
nothing to do with it.
That doesn't mean you don't know
what's going on. You're connected to
this guy somehow. He's after you --
just like the others were.
(looks at his watch)
Macleod starts to leave. Bedsoe grabs him by the neck and
slams him into the wall, then holds his GUN to Macleod's face.
A beat. Macleod stares at him calmly.
Seven years ago I interviewed a guy.
He said he saw two men fighting in an
alley with swords. One cut off the
others head. He shot the surviving
guy twenty times and he got right
back up and stabbed him.
Maybe he was a lousy shot.
Bedsoe anger fills Bedsoe's face. He slowly pulls back the
HAMMER of his pistol. A beat. He studies Macleod for a
reaction. There isn't one.
Most people would show some sign of
fear with a gun in their face.
Most people are afraid of death.
Most people can die.
A beat. Their eyes are locked on each others, probing,
If you really believe that you'll
pull the trigger.
Bedsoe struggles within himself. The gun shakes in his hand.
A beat. Slowly he lowers the pistol. Macleod walks inside.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Macleod sits on the couch, staring into the darkness. His mind
races, filled with thoughts and decisions. He sharpens the
blade of his Samurai. The PHONE RINGS. Macleod answers it.
Can you come out and play?
Macleod doesn't answer.
No? You know, some people think that
I don't have any good qualities, but
that isn't true. I saw you tonight
with your little friend -- I let you
say goodbye to her. I think of it as
letting a condemned prisoner have his
last request. Besides, I have her
She isn't part of this.
She is now. We're at the museum. I
figured we'd have more room for our
business here. If you hurry you
might get here before I kill her.
The line goes dead. Macleod rushes from the room.
EXT. ANTIQUE STORE - NIGHT
Macleod's PORSCHE races out of the parking lot and down the
+ACROSS THE STREET
Bedsoe is in his car. He starts the engine and follows
EXT. MUSEUM - NIGHT
Macleod stops his car in front of the building.
Bedsoe stops down the street and watches through the
The front door is ajar. Macleod opens it slowly and enters.
INT. MUSEUM, HALLWAY - NIGHT
Macleod holds his Samurai at his side as he walks down the
corridor. In the b.g we HEAR the SOUNDS of a struggle.
Suddenly, Jennifer comes running down the hall towards him.
She runs towards him, her face filled with fear.
He's in there!
Macleod starts to walk towards the room. Jennifer walks behind
Be careful, Conner.
A flash of confusion fills Macleod's eyes -- his face hardens.
He swings around quickly and drives the blade on his sword into
Jennifer's chest. She SCREAMS, a deep, unearthly SCREAM.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Bedsoe HEARS Jennifer's SCREAM. He bolts out of his car and
runs towards the building.
INT. MUSEUM, MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
Pain fills Jennifer's face. A beat. Slowly she smiles as a
TRANSFORMATION begins. The image of Jennifer is replaced with
that of Kilvara. Macleod smiles at him.
I never told her my first name.
Kilvara grabs the blade and slowly pulls it from his chest.
Macleod swings his blade at Kilvara's neck. Kilvara ducks them
runs down the hall into the main room. Macleod follows.
EXT. MUSEUM - NIGHT
Bedsoe reaches the front door. He tries to break it open but
cannot. He runs around the side of the building.
INT. MUSEUM, MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
Macleod moves slowly through the work tables, waiting,
watching, listening. Something catches his attention.
Jennifer is gagged and tied to a chair which has been placed on
top of a long table. Another chair has been placed about three
feet away from her on the table. On the second chair a
CROSSBOW has been mounted and aimed at Jennifer. A ROPE is
tied to the TRIGGER and stretched to her chair. A WEIGHT has
been tied in the center of the rope. A CANDLE burns behind the
WEIGHT. When it burns though the rope the WEIGHT will fall and
the CROSSBOW will fire at Jennifer.
Kilvara steps out of the shadows, a wicked grin on his face.
Clever -- don't you think. You can
save her. All you have to do is blow
out the candle. Of course, you have
to get past me to do it.
The rope is beginning to turn black as the candle burns deeper
into it. Macleod knows he has little time before the ropes
snaps. He moves towards her. Kilvara blocks his path.
Now, you die.
Kilvara swings his sword at Macleod. Macleod blocks the
attack. Kilvara kicks him in the stomach, doubling him over
and driving him back. Kilvara wields his sword powerfully.
Macleod side-steps the attack -- Kilvara's blade slams into a
table, slicing it cleanly in half.
Jennifer struggles in her chair, her eyes open wide in horror,
staring at the candle.
EXT. MUSEUM, REAR EXIT - NIGHT
Bedsoe reaches the back door. It is locked also. He goes over
to one of the windows and breaks it with the butt of his GUN,
then climbs through.
INT. MUSEUM, MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
The battle continues. Kilvara presses the attack, swinging his
sword furiously and relentlessly at Macleod. Macleod jumps up
on a table. Kilvara swings his blade at Macleod's knees.
Macleod jumps, the blade sails under his feet, when he lands he
KICKS Kilvara in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Kilvara's sword slides across the floor. Macleod looks at
Kilvara, then across the room. He has only a second to decide:
Kilvara or Jennifer.
The ROPE is about to snap -- strands are staring to fray.
Macleod runs across the tabletop and jumps onto another as he
heads for the long table across the room.
Kilvara stands -- picks up his sword and runs after Macleod.
More strands of the rope snap as the flame burns deeper in the
rope. It is just about to when...
Macleod runs onto the long table. He dives and slides across
it -- his Samurai extended in front of him.
The rope SNAPS. The WEIGHT begins to fall.
Macleod drives the blade of his sword through the trigger
housing. The WEIGHT pulls on the rope -- but the blade of the
Samurai blocks the trigger from pulling back.
Kilvara reaches Macleod. Their eyes meet. Macleod knows he
cannot removes his sword to defend himself or the crossbow will
fire. Kilvara raises his sword and is about to strike when a
SHOT is FIRED.
Bedsoe is standing in the doorway, his gun aimed at Kilvara.
I know -- freeze.
A beat. Kilvara looks at Bedsoe, then at Macleod. He is only
a few feet away. He thinks -- then lunges at Macleod.
Bedsoe fires two shots. They hit Kilvara in the chest. He
drops to the ground.
Macleod unties Jennifer quickly. Bedsoe moves across the room
towards them. He carefully passes the motionless body of
Bedsoe -- he isn't dead!
Too late. Kilvara stands, grabbing Bedsoe guns hand. He
smashes it against the wall. The GUN flies out of Bedsoe's
hand and slides across the floor. Kilvara effortlessly lifts
him off the ground and throws him against the wall. Bedsoe
hist the floor hard, his face etched in pain from several
broken bones. Jennifer runs over to him.
Kilvara picks up his sword and moves towards Macleod.
Now -- we finish it.
Macleod stares at him confidently.
Macleod quickly spins the chair with the CROSSBOW around so it
is facing Kilvara. He removes his Samurai. The trigger snaps
WHOOSH! The ARROW hits Kilvara in the chest. Pain fills his
Macleod runs towards him. Kilvara pulls the arrow from his
chest and manages to raises his sword just in time to block
Macleod's attack. Through the room they battle. Macleod
fights fiercely backing Kilvara up.
Jennifer makes Bedsoe more comfortable by propping him against
the wall. She looks around the room.
of Bedsoe's gun on the floor.
Jennifer rushes over to it and picks it up. She aims it at
Kilvara sees her with the gun. He knows that if she shoots him
he would be stunned along enough for Macleod to take his head.
Jennifer FIRES a SHOT. It misses -- the bullet hits the wall.
Kilvara swings his sword powerfully at one of the WOODEN
PILLARS. His blade slices through it. Part of the ROOF
DUST fills the room. SILENCE. Jennifer slowly moves forward,
trying to see through it. The dust clears. She stops --
stunned and confused by what she sees.
Standing in the middle of the room are TWO MACLEOD'S.
Jennifer moves the gun back and forth between each of them,
noting knowing which is the real Macleod.
Both Macleod's look at each other. They lunges at each other
and the battle begins again.
Jennifer can only watch helplessly.
Through the room they fight -- both Macleod's swinging their
swords at the other -- their swords cross -- sparks fly. They
move through the room -- fighting fiercely.
One of the Macleod's swings his sword -- it slices through the
other arm. The other Macleod's drops his sword. The first
Macleod raises his sword.
There can be only one.
He swings the sword, slicing it across the other Macleod's
neck. A beat. Out the gash come a brilliant GREEN LIGHT --
then the transformation begins. The image of Macleod fades and
is replaced by Kilvara. He stares at Macleod, tries to smile,
but falls to the floor and dies.
A beat. Macleod readies himself. The place explodes in a
burst of GREEN LIGHT. Windows explode, overhead lights flash
on and off then blow up.
Jennifer and Bedsoe shield their eyes from the brilliant
Macleod's body pulses with pain as Kilvara's power flows into
SILENCE. Macleod drops to his knees. Jennifer rushes over to
him and helps him to his feet.
Is it over.
For a moment it is as if he didn't hear the question, then
slowly he looks at her. He picks up his Samurai and slowly
slices the blade into the palm of his hand. A cut appears. A
beat. It does not heal. Macleod looks at her with a trace of
Yes -- I think it is.
Hey -- somebody want to gimme a hand
EXT. MUSEUM - NIGHT
Police cars fill the street. Macleod stands on the side walk
with Jennifer. Detective Greley stands behind them. Two
PARAMEDICS wheel Bedsoe out on a stretcher.
Lieutenant -- what about him?
What about him?
Should I take him in?
Bedsoe looks at Macleod who is waiting to see what Bedsoe is
going to do.
No -- it was self defense.
Macleod nods at Bedsoe -- without words a quiet understanding
is reached between them. Bedsoe looks angrily at the
Well, we gonna wait here for my bones
to heal -- or you gonna take me to
They wheel him to the ambulance.
Macleod starts to walk away. Jennifer walks beside him.
Now I can start to live. To feel.
To grow old and live each day without
the promise of another.
Sounds very -- normal.
Yes -- yes it does.
He puts his arm around her and they walk off together.
FADE TO BLACK