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Methos: Hey, gimme a beer. I said gimme a beer! Oh, you tart. What's it take to get served in this hole?
Fitzcairn: Easy my friend. Can't you see the lady's engaged?
Duncan: Methos?
Fitzcairn: Delightful chap.
Methos: What's your problem?
Duncan: Me? Nothing.
Methos: You're looking at me as if you know me. You don't know me.
Duncan: Maybe it's your sunny disposition. (Methos grabs Duncan's arm and scans his wrist.)
Duncan: Looking for something, hm? How 'bout two out of three.
Methos: Let me give you some advice, you keep your eyes to yourself. |
| * * * |
Jillian: Please. Please just let me tell them.
Methos: What are you going to tell them, Jillian? That I am an Immortal, and I've been masquerading as a Watcher all these years? They're not going to like that. They are not going to throw me a party.
Jillian: They know you. They like you. You'll make all Immortals human to them.
Methos: Do you think that the Turks didn't know the Armenians were human? Do you think that Hitler didn't know the Jews were? I have listened to the screams of midwives being burned by women that they had nursed through labor because suddenly they thought they were witches. To admit that they were wrong, it would have to admit that they were murderers. It's easier for them to make believe that we're all an abomination and just let the killing go on.
Jillian: There is going to be a war. And you have to do something.
Methos: I am doing something. I'm staying alive. That's all that matters in the end. I love you, Jillian. More than I've loved anyone in so long, I can't remember. That's why I told you, but you have to trust me on this one. You trust me?
Fitz: And he trusted her enough to buy her a ring and ask her to marry him. She was one brave girl, that Jillian.
Methos: Jilly?
Fitz: She was determined to make Horton see that Immortals weren't all abominations.
Methos: Surprise. (Horton walks in.)
Jillian: Oh darling, please, don't be angry with me.
Methos: What have you done?
Jillian: This is our chance to finally stop the killing.
Horton: I'm afraid I can't agree. (Horton shoots Jillian.)
Methos: No! (Kronos jumps through the window with a machine gun.)
Kronos: Greetings, brother.
Jillian: Forgive me. |
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Richie: Done.
Methos: Any problems?
Richie: I didn't think a million bucks would be that heavy. Oh, yeah.
Kronos: I think our friend is a quick learner.
Methos: Well, I can always spot potential.
Kronos: Time, I think, for a little test.
Methos: Dawson, you think?
Richie: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa. Who's Dawson?
Kronos: He's one of the bastards who killed our brothers, Caspian and Silas.
Richie: Hey, whatever you want, I'm your man.
Methos: We want him dead. |
| * * * |
Methos: We were waiting for you. Got a little bit anxious when you didn't turn up.
Kronos: He doesn't look happy.
Methos: Is he dead?
Richie: I'm sorry. I tried. I, I couldn't do it.
Kronos: Not a problem.
Methos: C'mon, you look like you could do with a drink.
Richie: Yeah, I could. Thanks.
Kronos: Let's do it.
Richie: What's going on?
Kronos: It's a reckoning.
Richie: Come on, man, just give me another chance.
Methos: You're just not the man for the job, Richie.
Richie: I'll, I'll blow town, man. I swear. You won't even know I exist.
Kronos: How true.
Methos: No weak links.
Richie: Oh, Methos, please. I, I thought we were friends.
Methos: We are friends. Goodbye, my friend.
Richie: No! (Methos takes Richie's head.) |
| * * * |
| Methos: Hey, Joe. Long time no see. |
| * * * |
Methos: Just tell me where Horton is, Joe, and you can go home. But you hold out on me... Well, you don't want to hold out on me.
Joe: So, you want me to rat out the Watchers? Why would I want to do that? Especially to you.
Methos: What is it, Joe? You're still upset about the kid we sent after you? That was a mistake, Joe, and it was a long time ago. Let bygones be bygones. The Watchers were yours, Joe. They were yours. And Horton, he took them away from you. He made you what you are today. Do you like what you are?
Joe: At least I'm not a murderer.
Methos: What about Horton? How many people has he killed? Surely you want to put a stop to that?
Joe: How many have you killed? If I'm gonna pick sides, I'm sticking with the humans.
Methos: Joe. Joe, Joe. I mean, you and I, we're, we're old friends, but Kronos, he's not your friend. Don't you have anything for me? This is gonna hurt, Joe. Trouble? Well, all he needs is a little bit of encouragement. When was he here, Joe? Six months ago? A year? I'm gonna give you one more chance to tell us where he is.
Joe: Try the Yellow Pages.
Methos: Do you really need to be a hero that badly? (They hear a noise.)
Kronos: Maybe there's something here after all. (Kronos leaves to investigate.)
Methos: What's it gonna be, Joe? The heart? Maybe the belly. Perhaps a little off the top here. (Duncan knocks Kronos out.)
Duncan: I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
Methos: Never heard of you. (Methos and Duncan begin fighting.)
Joe: Kill him!
Duncan: Seen that one before.
Joe: Kill him! Kill that bastard!
Methos: What are you?!
Duncan: Ghost of Christmas Past. (Duncan takes Methos's head.) |
| * * * |
Methos: Come on, come on. Took long enough.
Duncan: Where am I?
Methos: Huh?
Duncan: Where am I?
Methos: You're in Paris. I just saved your life. I had to get you shot to do it, but you gotta take the rough or the smooth.
Duncan: We were fighting, you and I. You killed Richie then Joe.
Methos: What are you raving at? Joe is a bit tied up at the moment and you've been off down the bloody rails. Now, come on.
Duncan: How long have I been gone?
Methos: A couple of minutes. What's it matter. We've got to get outta here. O'Rourke's many men are probably right behind me.
Man: Aren't you the smart one. (Methos gets shot.) Come on, boy. O'Rourke wants you alive. |
| * * * |
Duncan: Do you believe in people coming back from the dead?
Man: You're daft! I should just shoot you now and be done with you.
Duncan: Then, I guess you don't even believe in ghosts, then, do you?
Man: Don't try it. (Methos knocks the man out.)
Duncan: Not bad for a ghost
Methos: You should see me at Halloween.
Duncan: I think I have a costume for you. |
| * * * |
Methos: You know, this bad-guy-just-your-size routine never works, MacLeod.
Duncan: All O'Rourke has to do is buy it for thirty seconds. |
| * * * |
O'Rourke: It's about time.
Duncan: What? Did you miss me?
Methos: You cheeky sod, you show a little respect. (Methos shoots O'Rourke's man.)
O'Rourke: You gave your word, MacLeod.
Duncan: Let's just say I had a change of heart. Now I hope you can be flexible about this because we can do this the old-fashioned way without any outside interference. (O'Rourke and Duncan fight.)
Methos: I should have shot the bastard while I had the chance.
Amanda: MacLeod.
Methos: Come on. (Duncan takes O'Rourke's head.)
Amanda: Oh, baby, I thought I lost you.
Duncan: Never again. Never again. |
| * * * |
| Duncan: You know, I don't know who or what you are, Methos, and I know you don't want to hear this, but you did teach me something. You taught me that life's about change, about learning to accept who you are, good or bad, and I thank you for that. |
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