[Duncan approaches Methos at a large villa in France.]
Methos: Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
Duncan: Hello, Methos.
Methos: What brings you to my humble abode?
Duncan: Oh, I need your help.
Methos: Why me?
Duncan: You've been around for over 5000 years. I want the
benefit of your experience.
Methos: And I thought it was a social call.
Duncan: You ever had nightmares?
Methos: What kind of nightmares?
Duncan: Bloody images. Powerful enough to even break your
Methos: We live violent lives, MacLeod. Some of that's bound
to stay with us.
Duncan: These ones [?] to the day that Connor MacLeod disappeared.
Methos: Connor had good reason for going. He told me how
much Rachel meant to him.
Duncan: There's more to it than that. I was with him that
day, the day Rachel was killed. Something wasn't right.
[Flashback to Connor and Duncan in New York City, 1992.]
Duncan: Connor, are you okay?
Connor: Yeah, I'm okay. Really.
Duncan: I know you better than that, Connor. I've never
seen you like this.
Connor: People change, Duncan. You'll learn that.
[Back to the present.]
Duncan: I need to know if he's still alive, Methos.
Methos: You know a little about Buddhist monks. Some of
them come to cherish life so much that to step on a single insect
or harm a blade of grass becomes a violation of their creed. So
they place themselves in an extreme form of protective custody.
A sanctuary of sorts. Well, for an Immortal who comes to abhor the
bloodshed, there's a similar solution. A way to be removed from
the Game forever. The price is unimaginabley high, but you are,
for all practical purposes, protected from the violence within you.
And it's called The Sanctuary.
Duncan: Connor would never do that.
Methos: Are you sure? It's been around since before you
were born. At least until last night.
Duncan: What happened last night?
Methos: It was annihilated.
[Joe rescues Duncan from the Sanctuary and they pile into waiting
car outside. Methos is behind the wheel.]
Duncan: What are you doing here?
Joe: Keeping tabs on you.
Duncan: Yeah? Well, someone should keep tabs on that psychotic
asshole back there.
Methos: Didn't you get it back in London? These guys don't
play by the rules.
Joe: You don't know what you're up against, Mac.
Duncan: So people keep telling me. Stop the car.
[Methos gives Duncan his katana.]
Methos: I managed to liberate that from the lost and found.
Duncan: There's blood on it.
Methos: I didn't say it was easy.
Duncan: Pull over.
Duncan: Pull. Over.
[Joe and Methos follow Duncan out the car.]
Joe: MacLeod, tell me something.
Methos: Mac, hear him out!
Joe: Mac, will you tell me something? Now, how many Quickenings
have you had? How many heads have you taken?
Duncan: I don't keep score.
Joe: Well, we do.
[Joe opens up his computer and pulls up the Watchers database.]
Computer: MacLeod, Connor.
Duncan: What's that?
Methos: The Watchers' version of a resume.
Computer: Two hundred and sixty-two confirmed Immortal kills.
Two hundred and sixty-two confirmed Immortal kills.
Joe: It's a bit like handicap [?]. It's part of a gig, all
Computer: MacLeod, Duncan. One hundred and seventy-four
confirmed Immortal kills. One hundred and seventy-four confirmed
Joe: Sound about right?
Duncan: So what's your point?
Joe: Here's the gentleman you met in Connor's loft.
Computer: Kell, Jacob. Six hundred and sixty-one confirmed
Immortal kills. Six hundred and sixty-one confirmed Immortal kills.
Joe: Welcome to your worst nightmare. The Sanctuary wasn't
shit, pal. This guy is way out of your league.
Duncan: [pause] I want to see Connor MacLeod's body.
Duncan: Something doesn't make sense. [Gets back in the
Joe: What are you saying?
Methos: He's saying he wants to see the body.
Joe: Well, it's going to be a rough ID. They're all missing
[The car pulls up in front of a cemetary in Connecticut and they
Joe: We gave him a Christian burial, MacLeod. It was decent,
you know. Said all the right words.
Duncan: [sarcastic] I can't begin to tell you how reassuring
Joe: With all these unexplained corpses, well, you got to
take it off the beaten track.
Duncan: End of the road, Joe. Thanks.
Joe: You watch your ass, MacLeod.
Duncan: It's not my ass I'm worried about.
Methos: Did I happen to mention about all this coming to
a bad end?
Duncan: No, Methos. I don't believe you did. [Goes into
Methos: [smiles at Joe] You were going to stay and dig?
Joe: Dig? [grins] Oh yeah!