Highlander III: The Sorcerer Page #18

MCCLEOD:

Why? Because I don't give up all my

secrets?

JENNIFER:

How come you wanted to meet tonight?

MCCLEOD:

I wanted to get to know you better.

His directness make her a little uncomfortable. Macleod

notices it.

MCCLEOD:

(continuing)

That makes you uncomfortable?

JENNIFER:

A little -- yes. My interest in

coming here is profession.

MCCLEOD:

Is it?

JENNIFER:

Yes -- it is.

MCCLEOD:

Alright. In the shop you mentioned

something about--

JENNIFER:

--the Calan. Do you know who they

are?

MCCLEOD:

Why don't you tell me.

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JENNIFER:

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.

MACLEOD:

Immortal?

JENNIFER:

Yes. They do not age and they cannot

die -- unless their head is cut from

their body.

Macleod's face betrays nothing.

JENNIFER:

(continuing)

Then the spirit is released and the

power is absorbed by the Calan who

severs it.

MACLEOD:

Very interesting. I bet kids love

you at bedtime.

JENNIFER:

Maybe you can explain what I saw the

other night?

Macleod ignores her question.

MCCLEOD:

Have you told Lieutenant Bedsoe your

theory?

JENNIFER:

No.

MCCLEOD:

Why not?

JENNIFER:

Because I don't feel like sitting in

a rubber room for forty-eight hours.

MCCLEOD:

You don't really believe this do you?

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JENNIFER:

(sidesteps the

question)

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

tunnel wall.

MCCLEOD:

So?

JENNIFER:

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.

MCCLEOD:

If they pushed the rocks you would

have found them on the other side of

the cavern wall.

JENNIFER:

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.

MCCLEOD:

That would mean they'd been trapped

in there--

JENNIFER:

--for three hundred years.

MCCLEOD:

How could that be? People don't live

for three hundred years.

JENNIFER:

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

arm.

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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.

MCCLEOD:

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.

JENNIFER:

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

walks off.

CUT TO:

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

Empty. Macleod walks along the pavement, his mind deep in

thought.

CUT TO:

EXT. JENNIFER'S APARTMENT, FRONT DOOR - NIGHT

Jennifer opens the door. She is surprised to see Macleod. A

beat.

MCCLEOD:

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.

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MCCLEOD:

You asked me earlier if that ring

meant something to me -- it does. It

reminds me of someone I knew a long

time ago.

Jennifer starts to take it off her finger.

JENNIFER:

Would you like to see it?

MCCLEOD:

I've seen it.

JENNIFER:

On the back it has--

MCCLEOD:

--the crest of a lion and a dragon

and a single word: Courage.

JENNIFER:

How did you know that?

Macleod away -- his mind drifts as he speaks.

MCCLEOD:

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.

JENNIFER:

You?

Macleod looks at her, his eyes staring deeply into hers.

MCCLEOD:

Yes.

Now that she has heard what she suspected a look of doubt

crosses her face. Macleod notices it.

MCCLEOD:

I was born into the clan Macleod,

five hundred years ago in Glenfinnan

-- on the shores of Loch Shiel.

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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.

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