HIGHLANDER III

I wanted to get to know you better.

His directness make her a little uncomfortable. Macleod

notices it.

MCCLEOD

(continuing)

That makes you uncomfortable?

JENNIFER

A little -- yes. My interest in

coming here is profession.

MCCLEOD

Is it?

JENNIFER

Yes -- it is.

MCCLEOD

Alright. In the shop you mentioned

something about--

JENNIFER

--the Calan. Do you know who they

are?

MCCLEOD

Why don't you tell me.

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JENNIFER

They were called different things by

different cultures. The Celts called

them the Sourans. The Druids called

them the Calans. According to the

mythology they were spirits, sent to

earth and reborn -- some good -- some

evil -- both immortal.

MACLEOD

Immortal?

JENNIFER

Yes. They do not age and they cannot

die -- unless their head is cut from

their body.

Macleod's face betrays nothing.

JENNIFER

(continuing)

Then the spirit is released and the

power is absorbed by the Calan who

severs it.

MACLEOD

Very interesting. I bet kids love

you at bedtime.

JENNIFER

Maybe you can explain what I saw the

other night?

Macleod ignores her question.

MCCLEOD

Have you told Lieutenant Bedsoe your

theory?

JENNIFER

No.

MCCLEOD

Why not?

JENNIFER

Because I don't feel like sitting in

a rubber room for forty-eight hours.

MCCLEOD

You don't really believe this do you?

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JENNIFER

(sidesteps the

question)

Let me ask you something else. At

the excavation site in Scotland, the

tunnel leading into the cavern had

collapsed. The day we found the body

someone had moved the rocks, making a

hole in the collapsed section. What

bothers me is that we found the rocks

from the hole on our side of the

tunnel wall.

MCCLEOD

So?

JENNIFER

Why would someone pull on the rocks

to get in the cavern? They were

wedged in tight. They couldn't get a

grip on them. They would have had

much more strength pushing on them.

MCCLEOD

If they pushed the rocks you would

have found them on the other side of

the cavern wall.

JENNIFER

Yes -- if they were trying to get in

-- but what if they weren't? What if

they were trying to get out?

A beat. Macleod isn't sure how much she knows -- but he knows

she is close.

MCCLEOD

That would mean they'd been trapped

in there--

JENNIFER

--for three hundred years.

MCCLEOD

How could that be? People don't live

for three hundred years.

JENNIFER

Not unless they're immortal.

Their eyes lock. Macleod studies her. He knows she knows --

or at least suspects. Jennifer smiles warmly, she places her

hand on Macleod arm -- then quickly tears the BANDAGE of his

arm.

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HER POV - OF MACLEOD'S ARM

There is no trace of the cut. No scar -- nothing.

Jennifer looks back at Macleod, astonished. Macleod slowly

peels her hand off his arm. His eyes stare deeply into hers.

MCCLEOD

You're very smart for someone who has

not even lived a single lifetime.

Maybe too smart.

Macleod gets up and leaves. Jennifer follows.

EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Macleod walks down the street. Jennifer runs after him. She

grabs him by the stop. He stops.

JENNIFER

What did you mean a single lifetime?

Are you saying that it's true?

Macleod says nothing. He stares at her for a moment, then

walks off.

CUT TO:

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

Empty. Macleod walks along the pavement, his mind deep in

thought.

CUT TO:

EXT. JENNIFER'S APARTMENT, FRONT DOOR - NIGHT

Jennifer opens the door. She is surprised to see Macleod. A

beat.

MCCLEOD

May I come in?

Jennifer opens the door wider. Macleod walks inside.

INT. JENNIFER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Macleod walks to the middle of the room. He is struggling with

himself inside himself.

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MCCLEOD

You asked me earlier if that ring

meant something to me -- it does. It

reminds me of someone I knew a long

time ago.

Jennifer starts to take it off her finger.

JENNIFER

Would you like to see it?

MCCLEOD

I've seen it.

JENNIFER

On the back it has--

MCCLEOD

--the crest of a lion and a dragon

and a single word: Courage.

JENNIFER

How did you know that?

Macleod away -- his mind drifts as he speaks.

MCCLEOD

It came from your great, great, great

grandmother, Isabelle Tourez, who

lived in Paris and died on the

guillotine in 1789 -- alone -- and

unmarried. The ring was given to her

by someone who loved her -- but knew

that it could never be.

JENNIFER

You?

Macleod looks at her, his eyes staring deeply into hers.

MCCLEOD

Yes.

Now that she has heard what she suspected a look of doubt

crosses her face. Macleod notices it.

MCCLEOD

I was born into the clan Macleod,

five hundred years ago in Glenfinnan

-- on the shores of Loch Shiel.

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Jennifer stares at him -- there is doubt in her eyes.

Suspecting and believing are two different things and her

expression relays her skepticism. Macleod picks up a DAGGER on

the worktable and holds it before his heart.

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