Highlander III: The Sorcerer Page #13

MCCLEOD:

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.

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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.

HIS POV:

of Macleod eyes drifting up the wall. PULL BACK TO REVEAL we

are now at...

CUT TO:

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.

CAVANAUGH:

What are we doing here?

MCCLEOD:

Living. Remember?

CAVANAUGH:

(tugs at his

clothing)

You may be living -- but this suit is

killing me.

Something catches Macleod's eye.

MACLEOD'S POV

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.

MCCLEOD:

She's beautiful.

Macleod starts to walk over to her.

CAVANAUGH:

Where are you going?

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MCCLEOD:

To ask her to dance.

CAVANAUGH:

She's the King's cousin.

MCCLEOD:

Then she should be an excellent

dancer.

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.

CUT TO:

EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY

Macleod and Isabelle lay on a blanket in a green meadow.

Macleod seems preoccupied.

ISABELLE:

Conner?

Macleod looks at her and smiles.

MCCLEOD:

Aye?

ISABELLE:

Where do you go when your mind

drifts?

MCCLEOD:

Different places.

ISABELLE:

The past?

MCCLEOD:

Sometimes.

ISABELLE:

Why is it you never talk to me about

Scotland -- your life there.

MCCLEOD:

Because it's the past -- and things

that are in the past are best left

there.

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ISABELLE:

And will I be part of your past or

your future?

Macleod does not answer. He looks away sadly.

CUT TO:

INT. APARTMENT - DAY

Macleod enters. He is happy, playful. He sees Cavanaugh

sitting near the window. He appears distracted. Macleod

notices his behavior.

MCCLEOD:

Something wrong?

Cavanaugh turns towards him slowly.

CAVANAUGH:

Yes.

MCCLEOD:

What worries you?

CAVANAUGH:

You.

Macleod knows where this conversation is going.

CAVANAUGH:

You've been seeing her for over a

month now. Have you learned nothing

from the past?

MCCLEOD:

I've learned that a man can only go

so along living alone.

CAVANAUGH:

So, you do this for yourself? What

about her?

(beat)

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.

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CAVANAUGH:

(continuing)

That was two hundred and fifty years

ago -- and the pain still scars your

heart. Would you live that pain

again?

MCCLEOD:

(sadly)

No. What am I to do?

CAVANAUGH:

The only thing you can do. You must

end it.

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

nervously.

GASTON:

This is a most dangerous undertaking.

These are part of the royal

apartments.

Macleod begins to climb, grabbing onto rocks and sliding his

feet into the cervices. He reaches the balcony and climbs

over.

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.

ISABELLE:

Conner.

She smiles, then runs into his arms.

MCCLEOD:

Hello, blossom.

She kisses him, then takes his hand starts to lead him into the

room.

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MCCLEOD:

I cannot stay.

ISABELLE:

Why not?

MCCLEOD:

I'm leaving in the morning.

Isabelle is shocked.

ISABELLE:

Leaving? For how long?

MCCLEOD:

You'll no see me again.

Isabelle's hurt and disappointment shows on her face.

ISABELLE:

Why?

MCCLEOD:

I cannot explain.

ISABELLE:

Do you love me, Conner?

MCCLEOD:

Aye.

ISABELLE:

Then take me with you.

MCCLEOD:

Where I'm going you cannot follow.

ISABELLE:

(on the verge of

tears)

Why are you doing this?

MCCLEOD:

Because, it's for the best. There

are somethings that are better left

unexplained.

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