Highlander III: The Sorcerer Page #12

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GASTON:

(in French)

Excuse me gentlemen. My name is

Gaston.

CAVANAUGH:

(to Macleod)

What'd he say?

MCCLEOD:

I have no idea.

GASTON:

(in English)

Ah, you are English. I speak

English. My name is Gaston. For a

small fee I would gladly be your

guide.

Macleod and Cavanaugh look at each and decide why not.

Cavanaugh tosses up and coin which Gaston eagerly grabs.

CAVANAUGH:

We need food and lodging.

GASTON:

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.

GASTON:

How was journey?

MCCLEOD:

Great. I'd recommend it for anyone

who wants to lose weight.

CUT TO:

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

Kilvara.

DETECTIVE GRELEY

Here it is, Lieutenant. We blew it

up off the tape. Every cop in the

city has a copy of it.

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BEDSOE:

Good -- also, give it to the papers

and TV.

DETECTIVE GRELEY

Y'know, the guys in robbery are gonna

get kind of upset. We're stepping on

their toes of this one.

BEDSOE:

Tough.

DETECTIVE GRELEY

It's not a homicide, Lieutenant.

BEDSOE:

This ties in with Nash.

DETECTIVE GRELEY

We don't have any proof of that.

BEDSOE:

I don't need proof. I know it. Send

it out.

CUT TO:

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.

JENNIFER:

(reading aloud)

Russell Nash Antiques. Hudson

street.

CUT TO:

EXT. NASH ANTIQUES - DUSK

Macleod walks towards the entrance of the shop. As he reaches

the door Jennifer steps out of the shadows.

JENNIFER:

Mr. Nash?

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Macleod turns towards her. His face betrays nothing.

JENNIFER:

My name is Jennifer Hillman. I was

at the police station earlier today--

MCCLEOD:

I remember you.

JENNIFER:

I was wondering if I could talk to

you?

MCCLEOD:

Are you a cop?

JENNIFER:

No. I'm an archaeologist.

MCCLEOD:

What do you want?

JENNIFER:

To talk to you.

MCCLEOD:

I don't think we have anything to

talk about, Miss Hillman.

Macleod enters the store. Jennifer follows after him

determined.

INT. ANTIQUE STORE - DUSK

Macleod walks across the room. Jennifer enters.

JENNIFER:

(yelling after him)

Not even headless corpses wearing

seventeenth century clothing?

Macleod turns around slowly.

MCCLEOD:

Corpses?

JENNIFER:

Yes. We found another man outside a

site we were working at in Scotland.

MCCLEOD:

In the highlands?

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JENNIFER:

Yes. How did you know?

MCCLEOD:

A lucky guess.

JENNIFER:

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?

MCCLEOD:

He was wearing a bullet proof vest.

JENNIFER:

Bullet proof vests don't bleed.

MCCLEOD:

(shrugs his shoulder)

You got me.

JENNIFER:

Why do I feel that you know what's

going on?

MCCLEOD:

Are you the type of person who takes

advice, Miss Hillman?

JENNIFER:

If it's good advice.

MCCLEOD:

This is. Go home. Stay out of this.

JENNIFER:

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.

MACLEOD'S POV

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.

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MCCLEOD:

Where did you get this ring?

Jennifer is more than a little frightened by Macleod intensity.

MCCLEOD:

(continuing)

Where did you get it?

JENNIFER:

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.

MCCLEOD:

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.

CUT TO:

INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT

As Macleod walks down the hall Rachel opens her bedroom door.

RACHEL:

I heard voices downstairs. Is

everything alright?

MCCLEOD:

Fine.

RACHEL:

What will you do?

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