Highlander III: The Sorcerer Page #7

PROFESSOR DAJORSKI

Same period -- and exceptionally well

preserved. Jennifer, what's going on

here?

Jennifer look back at the stone building.

JENNIFER:

That's a good question. That's a

very good question.

CUT TO:

INT. ANTIQUE STORE - DAY

Macleod comes out of the elevator. He walks over to Rachel at

the counter.

MCCLEOD:

I'm going out for a while.

Rachel opens a drawer and removes a set of keys. She hands

them to him.

MCCLEOD:

You kept it?

RACHEL:

Yes.

Macleod smiles and kisses her on the forehead.

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INT. GARAGE - DAY

A tarp is pulled off of a 1958 convertible PORSCHE.

EXT. STREET - DAY

The PORSCHE roars up the driveway and out onto the street.

INT. CHURCH, NEW YORK - AFTERNOON

Filtered light flows through stain glass windows. Macleod sits

alone in the pew. He stares at the altar, his mind deep in

thought. A PRIEST walks down the aisle -- stops -- studies him

for a moment, then sits beside him.

PRIEST:

You look troubled my son.

Macleod's mouth hints at a grin from the Priest's

understatement. He does not look at the Priest.

PRIEST:

Sometimes we feel better if we talk

about the things that bother us. How

long has it been since your last

confession?

MCCLEOD:

(distantly)

A long time.

PRIEST:

Perhaps if you--

MCCLEOD:

I don't think confession will help

me, father.

Macleod stands and prepares to leave.

PRIEST:

Redemption is one of God's gifts.

Macleod looks at the Priest sadly.

MCCLEOD:

God's gifts? You mean like, life,

having children, growing old, dying

and heaven?

PRIEST:

Exactly.

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MCCLEOD:

Those are gifts I can never have.

Macleod walks down the aisle.

PRIEST:

You are too young to be so bitter.

Macleod stops. He turns back and looks at the Priest.

MCCLEOD:

(sadly)

I'm older than I look.

CUT TO:

EXT. DOCKS - DUSK

A desolate area of the RIVER. Abandoned WAREHOUSES line the

waterfront. His PORSCHE is parked in the b.g. Macleod leans

against the railing, staring out over the water. A beat.

Suddenly, Macleod stiffens, his gaze lifts off the water. A

premonition fills him. He turns around, knowing what he will

find behind him.

MACLEOD'S POV

The other Horseman approaches. He holds his broad sword at his

side.

Macleod holds his hand up.

MCCLEOD:

Wait. We don't have to do this.

The Horseman lunges at Macleod. He raises the sword and brings

it down quickly. Macleod moves quickly to his side. The sword

miss him by inches as it smashes into the railing, slicing

through the metal.

Macleod stares into the Horseman's eyes -- they are cold,

savage. He knows there is not point in talking.

MCCLEOD:

Alright.

Macleod opens his rain coat and slowly removes the ancient

Samurai sword. He expertly twirls the sword as he raises it

over his head and holds it in a fighting stance. A beat. Both

men lock eyes. The Horseman attacks.

Blades cross. Sparks fly. The men move across the quay

towards the warehouse.

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The Horseman thrusts his sword. Macleod steps to the side and

slices the blade of the Samurai across the Horseman's face. A

deep gash appears, blood flows down his cheek. The Horseman

touches the wound, looks at the blood on his finger, then

tastes it. He grins and attacks.

The Horseman whirls his sword, swinging furiously at Macleod.

Blow after powerful blow pounds against the samurai. Macleod

is backed up against the railing. The swords cross and

remained locked -- each man pushing against the other in a show

of strength.

The Horseman knees Macleod in the groin. Macleod doubles over.

The Horseman brings the butt of his sword down hard between

Macleod's shoulder blades. Macleod falls to his knees,

dropping his sword. The Horseman lifts the Samurai and throws

it behind him. Macleod struggles to shake the pain from his

body as the Horseman raises the sword above Macleod's neck.

As he brings it down, Macleod lunges forward, hurling his body

into the Horseman and picking him. Macleod's runs across the

quay carrying the Horseman on his shoulder. The Horseman

raises his sword above his head. Macleod heads towards one of

the large windows of the warehouse.

INT. MEAT PACKING WAREHOUSE - DUSK

CRASH! Glass shatters as Macleod and the Horseman break

through the window. Carcasses of BEEF hang from hooks on a

curving S-HAPED processing line. Slowly the two warriors get

to their feet. The Horseman's sword is a few feet behind him.

He stands and walks to it. Macleod looks around the room,

looking for something -- anything -- that might be used as a

weapon.

The Horseman attacks, swinging his sword wildly. Macleod grabs

the racks of beef, using them as a shield. The Horseman's

blade slices through the meat. Macleod back up, grabs another

side of beef and pushes it into the Horseman. The impact

knocks the Horseman to the ground. His sword slides across the

floor. The Horseman gets up and walks over to his sword.

Macleod grabs one of the MEAT HOOKS and hurls it towards the

Horseman's back. The Horseman has just about reached the sword

when the Hook spears him between the shoulder blades.

Macleod pushes a RED BUTTON. The processing line begins to

move -- the hook lifts, picking the Horseman off the ground.

The Horseman tries desperately to reach the hook, but he

cannot. Macleod picks up the sword and readies himself. The

Horseman heads back towards Macleod . In one fluid motion

Macleod cuts off his head -- leaving the rope intact. The

headless body continues to swing across the room.

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A beat. Macleod readies himself for what he knows his coming.

Sparks of green light begin to pulse out from the Horseman's

headless body.

Macleod's body stiffens as a jolt of power fills him. Overhead

LIGHT FIXTURES CRACKLE as the LIGHT BULBS begin to glow. The

ENGINE of an old fork lift comes to life. A RADIO turns on

filling the room with MUSIC.

EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

One by one the WINDOWS EXPLODE, raining a shower of glass on

the dock -- and then -- SILENCE.

An exhausted-looking Macleod staggers out of the building. He

searches through the darkness until he finds his sword, then

runs off into the night.

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