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[At Le Blues Bar.]
Joe: Now wait a minute. You're telling me that this Chronicle
is wrong? That it was Marcus Aedilies that took the head of Titus
Marconus and not Peter Gaicus?
Methos: 74 BC. I had a tidy little sum wagered on Marconus
too. Had my eyes on a little summer place outside Herculaneum.
Joe: But why would his Watcher lie?
Methos: Oh, come on, Joe. You know how it is. You don't
want to admit to your Watcher buddies that your guy's been wiped
by some sniveling little weasel like Aedilies. So you make up a
story that he's been... he's been aced by the greatest swordsman
in Rome.
Joe: I don't know, man. I don't know.
Methos: Hey, you ask; I tell
you. And incidentally, it wasn't outside the Forum either. It
was, um, it was in the vomitorium.
Joe: In the vomitorium.
Methos: Place you went to vomit.
Joe: I mean, they actually did do that?
Methos: [chuckle] You eat a 17-course meal where the main
garnish is honey-coated ants and peacock brains...
[Joe raises an eyebrow.]
Methos: We ate, we drank,
we vomited.
Joe: But see, it doesn't say anything in this Chronicle
about him dying in a vomitorium.
Methos: Well, is that how
you'd wanna go down in history?
[Methos feels a buzz.]
Methos: We're having company.
[Duncan enters.]
Joe: Hey, Mac. What's up?
Methos: Or should we say, who's up?
[Duncan throws down a coaster from The Light Horse pub.]
Joe: Liam O'Rourke.
[Flashback]
Duncan: They were arrested, convicted, and given life
Joe: So why pick on Amanda? I mean, his beef is with you.
Duncan: It's an eye for an eye, Joe. Tara spent the rest
of her days in jail, and O'Rourke could have escaped but he stayed
there until she died.
Methos: How romantic, but
very impractical.
Duncan: I gotta get Amanda out. It's my fight, not hers.
[Duncan gets up. Methos follows.]
Duncan: Where're you going?
Methos: Well, I'm uh, kind of fond of the little vixen myself.
Okay?
Duncan: Yeah.
Joe: Keep in touch.
Methos: Catch you later.
[Duncan and Methos enter the barge.]
Methos: I know you don't want to hear this but she may already
be dead.
Duncan: If he wanted her dead he would have killed her outside
the barge.
[They see a coaster stuck in a candle: "Bercy Train Depot. 4 am.
Come alone."]
Methos: Oh, please tell me that's not written in blood.
Duncan: It's Amanda's lipstick.
[Methos breathes a sigh of relief.]
Methos: It's a nice touch. Okay, I'm going to phone Joe
and see if he's come up with anything.
Duncan: He won't be there.
Methos: Why not?
Duncan: It's from Joe's bar.
Methos: [moans] First Amanda, now Joe. I see a very worrying
pattern developing here.
Duncan: This is where it stops.
Methos: Don't go, MacLeod—
Duncan: I have no choice.
Methos: That is existentially inaccurate — all right!
[Duncan stops.]
Methos: I will come with you.
Duncan: It's his rules. The note says alone.
Methos: Rules?! What rules?! You think O'Rourke is taking
Amanda and Dawson to play by some set of rules?!
Duncan: He'll kill them—
Methos: Yes! And he will kill you too.
Duncan: Not if I can help it!
Methos: But—
Duncan: It's his game! This is where this conversation ends.
Methos: Don't go, MacLeod!
It's a trap, MacLeod! MacLeod, your pants are on fire!
[Duncan stops and looks at him.]
Methos: It doesn't matter what I say, does it? Well,
I've only been alive for 5000 years, what would I know about it?
Duncan: I'm getting them out.
Methos: Are you playing the hero here or are you being the
martyr?
Duncan: Whatever it takes, whatever I have to do, I'm keeping
them alive.
Methos: People... die, MacLeod. Immortals... die.
Duncan: [quietly] Yeah. But not because of me. [whispers]
Not anymore.
Methos: Goodbye.
Duncan: [sighs] I think you mean "good luck," don't you?
Methos: Of course, uh, that's what I meant.
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