Highlander III: The Sorcerer Page #15

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.

MACLEOD'S POV

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.

JENNIFER:

Look out!

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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

just witnessed.

Kilvara smiles at Macleod, his eyes alive with hatred.

KILVARA:

Highlander -- I had hoped it would be

you.

MCCLEOD:

(confused)

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.

KILVARA:

I am stronger than you, Highlander.

MCCLEOD:

That's what the Kurgan said.

KILVARA:

The Kurgan was a p*ssy.

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

corner.

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.

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We see why. Behind Macleod is a CHURCH. Kilvara lowers his

sword and looks at Macleod hatefully.

KILVARA:

Why prolong the inevitable?

Macleod doesn't answer.

KILVARA:

Fine -- I've waited over three

centuries. I can wait a little

longer.

MCCLEOD:

Why did you wait?

KILVARA:

It was not by choice. A small matter

of a mountain falling down on us. We

were trapped inside.

(serious)

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.

MCCLEOD:

It will not end tonight.

KILVARA:

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

be mine.

Kilvara starts to leave. He stops and turns back towards

Macleod with a grin. In the b.g. we see Jennifer crossing the

street.

KILVARA:

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.

JENNIFER:

I don't believe what I just saw.

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MCCLEOD:

That's probably the smartest thing.

Macleod starts to walk away. Jennifer notices the BLOOD on his

arm.

JENNIFER:

You're hurt.

MCCLEOD:

I'll be fine.

JENNIFER:

What's going on? Why did he call you

Macleod?

MCCLEOD:

Because it's my name.

JENNIFER:

Then who's Russell Nash?

MCCLEOD:

(sadly)

I don't know anymore.

Macleod walks off leaving her behind.

CUT TO:

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.

MCCLEOD:

I could have ended it tonight, but I

didn't.

RACHEL:

Why?

MCCLEOD:

I don't know. He is the stronger

one. He has a power--

RACHEL:

You also have a power, Conner. It is

why you have survived.

Macleod looks at her, his eyes prompting her for the answer.

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RACHEL:

Heart.

Macleod feigns a weak smile.

RACHEL:

Do not underestimate the power of

your heart. Your dreams live there.

MCCLEOD:

My dreams died long ago.

RACHEL:

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.

MCCLEOD:

I haven't lived life -- I've hidden

from it. I've existed in the

shadows.

RACHEL:

And now it's time to come out of the

shadows.

Macleod looks at her fondly. He cups his hand to her face.

MCCLEOD:

Dear, sweet, Rachel. Men's lifes are

measured by the good they do.

RACHEL:

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

just.

(points around the

room)

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.

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