Highlander III: The Sorcerer Page #19

MCCLEOD:

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.

MCCLEOD:

(weakly)

You wanted the truth -- now you have

it.

JENNIFER:

And the other one -- he is like you?

MCCLEOD:

He is immortal -- yes -- but he is

not like me. We are the last of our

kind.

(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

his shoulder.

JENNIFER:

Where will you go now?

MCCLEOD:

It will end tonight.

JENNIFER:

Must you fight him?

MCCLEOD:

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.

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CUT TO:

EXT. NASH ANTIQUES - NIGHT

Macleod walks down the street towards the shop. Suddenly, from

out of a doorway Bedsoe appears.

MCCLEOD:

Good evening, Lieutenant.

BEDSOE:

No -- it isn't. A cop died today and

the other is barely holding on. I

want some answers, Nash.

MCCLEOD:

I'm sorry about that -- but I had

nothing to do with it.

BEDSOE:

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.

MCCLEOD:

(looks at his watch)

It's late.

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.

BEDSOE:

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.

MCCLEOD:

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.

BEDSOE:

Most people would show some sign of

fear with a gun in their face.

MCCLEOD:

Most people are afraid of death.

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BEDSOE:

Most people can die.

A beat. Their eyes are locked on each others, probing,

studying, evaluating.

MCCLEOD:

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.

KILVARA'S VOICE

Can you come out and play?

Macleod doesn't answer.

KILVARA'S VOICE

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

now.

MCCLEOD:

She isn't part of this.

KILVARA'S VOICE

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.

CUT TO:

EXT. ANTIQUE STORE - NIGHT

Macleod's PORSCHE races out of the parking lot and down the

street.

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+ACROSS THE STREET

Bedsoe is in his car. He starts the engine and follows

Macleod.

CUT TO:

EXT. MUSEUM - NIGHT

Macleod stops his car in front of the building.

Bedsoe stops down the street and watches through the

windshield.

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.

JENNIFER:

He's here!

She runs towards him, her face filled with fear.

JENNIFER:

He's in there!

MCCLEOD:

Get out.

Macleod starts to walk towards the room. Jennifer walks behind

him.

JENNIFER:

Be careful, Conner.

MCCLEOD:

(to himself)

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.

CUT TO:

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EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Bedsoe HEARS Jennifer's SCREAM. He bolts out of his car and

runs towards the building.

CUT TO:

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.

MCCLEOD:

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.

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