Highlander III: The Sorcerer Page #21

Jennifer and Bedsoe shield their eyes from the brilliant

spectacle.

Macleod's body pulses with pain as Kilvara's power flows into

him.

SILENCE. Macleod drops to his knees. Jennifer rushes over to

him and helps him to his feet.

JENNIFER:

Is it over.

For a moment it is as if he didn't hear the question, then

slowly he looks at her. He picks up his Samurai and slowly

slices the blade into the palm of his hand. A cut appears. A

beat. It does not heal. Macleod looks at her with a trace of

grin.

MCCLEOD:

Yes -- I think it is.

BEDSOE:

Hey -- somebody want to gimme a hand

here?

CUT TO:

EXT. MUSEUM - NIGHT

Police cars fill the street. Macleod stands on the side walk

with Jennifer. Detective Greley stands behind them. Two

PARAMEDICS wheel Bedsoe out on a stretcher.

DETECTIVE GRELEY

Lieutenant -- what about him?

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BEDSOE:

What about him?

PROFESSOR DAJORSKI

Should I take him in?

Bedsoe looks at Macleod who is waiting to see what Bedsoe is

going to do.

BEDSOE:

No -- it was self defense.

Macleod nods at Bedsoe -- without words a quiet understanding

is reached between them. Bedsoe looks angrily at the

paramedics.

BEDSOE:

Well, we gonna wait here for my bones

to heal -- or you gonna take me to

the hospital?

They wheel him to the ambulance.

Macleod starts to walk away. Jennifer walks beside him.

JENNIFER:

What now?

MCCLEOD:

Now I can start to live. To feel.

To grow old and live each day without

the promise of another.

JENNIFER:

Sounds very -- normal.

Macleod smiles.

MCCLEOD:

Yes -- yes it does.

He puts his arm around her and they walk off together.

FADE TO BLACK:

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