HIGHLANDER III

Macleod bends over the rail and out of FRAME.

CUT TO:

EXT. PARIS - DAY

A Horse-drawn COACH arrives. TRAVELERS disembark. Among them

is Macleod and Cavanaugh. A small, street-wise man named

GASTON approaches them.

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GASTON

(in French)

Excuse me gentlemen. My name is

Gaston.

CAVANAUGH

(to Macleod)

What'd he say?

MCCLEOD

I have no idea.

GASTON

(in English)

Ah, you are English. I speak

English. My name is Gaston. For a

small fee I would gladly be your

guide.

Macleod and Cavanaugh look at each and decide why not.

Cavanaugh tosses up and coin which Gaston eagerly grabs.

CAVANAUGH

We need food and lodging.

GASTON

Not to worry, Monsieur. My Uncle

owns a very reputable inn.

Gaston takes Cavanaugh's bag and carries it. He attempts to

take Macleod's, but Macleod will not let go of it.

GASTON

How was journey?

MCCLEOD

Great. I'd recommend it for anyone

who wants to lose weight.

CUT TO:

INT. BEDSOE'S OFFICE - DAY

Bedsoe is watching the TAPE of the bank robbery on a small

television. Detective Greley enters holding a PHOTOGRAPH of

Kilvara.

DETECTIVE GRELEY

Here it is, Lieutenant. We blew it

up off the tape. Every cop in the

city has a copy of it.

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BEDSOE

Good -- also, give it to the papers

and TV.

DETECTIVE GRELEY

Y'know, the guys in robbery are gonna

get kind of upset. We're stepping on

their toes of this one.

BEDSOE

Tough.

DETECTIVE GRELEY

It's not a homicide, Lieutenant.

BEDSOE

This ties in with Nash.

DETECTIVE GRELEY

We don't have any proof of that.

BEDSOE

I don't need proof. I know it. Send

it out.

CUT TO:

INT. NEW YORK LIBRARY - AFTERNOON

Jennifer sits at one of the microfilm machine scanning over old

newspaper articles. She stops at one that reads: ANTIQUE

DEALER ARRESTED IN CONNECTION WITH HEADLESS CORPSE.

INT. LOBBY, LIBRARY - AFTERNOON

Jennifer looks through the WHITE PAGES.

JENNIFER

(reading aloud)

Russell Nash Antiques. Hudson

street.

CUT TO:

EXT. NASH ANTIQUES - DUSK

Macleod walks towards the entrance of the shop. As he reaches

the door Jennifer steps out of the shadows.

JENNIFER

Mr. Nash?

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Macleod turns towards her. His face betrays nothing.

JENNIFER

My name is Jennifer Hillman. I was

at the police station earlier today--

MCCLEOD

I remember you.

JENNIFER

I was wondering if I could talk to

you?

MCCLEOD

Are you a cop?

JENNIFER

No. I'm an archaeologist.

MCCLEOD

What do you want?

JENNIFER

To talk to you.

MCCLEOD

I don't think we have anything to

talk about, Miss Hillman.

Macleod enters the store. Jennifer follows after him

determined.

INT. ANTIQUE STORE - DUSK

Macleod walks across the room. Jennifer enters.

JENNIFER

(yelling after him)

Not even headless corpses wearing

seventeenth century clothing?

Macleod turns around slowly.

MCCLEOD

Corpses?

JENNIFER

Yes. We found another man outside a

site we were working at in Scotland.

MCCLEOD

In the highlands?

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JENNIFER

Yes. How did you know?

MCCLEOD

A lucky guess.

JENNIFER

I don't think so -- but then, maybe

you've can guess how a guy with a

sword could rob the First national

Bank this afternoon -- and get shot

six times in the chest by the guard

and still get up and walk out?

MCCLEOD

He was wearing a bullet proof vest.

JENNIFER

Bullet proof vests don't bleed.

MCCLEOD

(shrugs his shoulder)

You got me.

JENNIFER

Why do I feel that you know what's

going on?

MCCLEOD

Are you the type of person who takes

advice, Miss Hillman?

JENNIFER

If it's good advice.

MCCLEOD

This is. Go home. Stay out of this.

JENNIFER

Why? What's going on?

Macleod shows a hint of frustration that she isn't going to

take his advice. Macleod starts to walks away. Jennifer grabs

his arm. Macleod turns around and pulls her hand away.

Suddenly his expression changes as he stares at her hand.

MACLEOD'S POV

On her finger is a distinctive RING. It is very old intricate

gold patterns carved in gold and set in ivory.

Macleod is shocked. He slowly raises her hand up before his

face and looks her in the eyes.

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MCCLEOD

Where did you get this ring?

Jennifer is more than a little frightened by Macleod intensity.

MCCLEOD

(continuing)

Where did you get it?

JENNIFER

It's mine. It's been in my family

for years. It belonged to my great,

great, great grandmother.

Macleod stares at the ring again -- his mind drifts away for a

moment, then he looks at Jennifer.

MCCLEOD

Goodnight, Miss Hillman.

Macleod walks towards the elevator. A beat. Jennifer gathers

her composure -- in spite of his intensity there is something

that interests her about Macleod. Macleod steps in the

elevator and looks back at her. He says nothing. The elevator

doors close. Jennifer stares after him, intrigued.

CUT TO:

INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT

As Macleod walks down the hall Rachel opens her bedroom door.

RACHEL

I heard voices downstairs. Is

everything alright?

MCCLEOD

Fine.

RACHEL

What will you do?

MCCLEOD

There's nothing I can do. I'll wait.

One way or another soon it will all

be over soon.

Macleod feigns a grin for Rachel's sake. He leans in a kisses

her on the forehead, then continues down the hall.

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INT. UPSTAIRS LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Exactly as we remember it from Highlander one. Macleod sits on

the couch, next to the aquarium. His eyes drift up a stone

wall at the back of the room.

HIS POV

of Macleod eyes drifting up the wall. PULL BACK TO REVEAL we

are now at...

CUT TO:

INT. BALLROOM - NIGHT

Eighteenth century France.

An elegant room. Aristocrats, dressed in lavish clothing

mingle and dance. Macleod and Cavanaugh stand off to the side.

They are well dressed with white, powered wigs. Cavanaugh is

clearly uncomfortable with his dress and surroundings.

CAVANAUGH

What are we doing here?

MCCLEOD

Living. Remember?

CAVANAUGH

(tugs at his

clothing)

You may be living -- but this suit is

killing me.

Something catches Macleod's eye.

MACLEOD'S POV

Across the room, standing with a group of pompous-looking MEN

is ISABELLE TOUREZ a beautiful woman in her early twenties.

She looks remarkably like Jennifer. Her gaze falls on Macleod,

she smiles shyly.

Cavanaugh follows Macleod's stare. He knows when trouble is

coming -- and this is it.

MCCLEOD

She's beautiful.

Macleod starts to walk over to her.

CAVANAUGH

Where are you going?

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MCCLEOD

To ask her to dance.

CAVANAUGH

She's the King's cousin.

MCCLEOD

Then she should be an excellent

dancer.