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Through a Glass, Darkly: MacLeod discovers that an old friend is suffering from amnesia. An interesting look at the double-edged sword that is memory. |
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[At Alexa's grave in Paris.] Methos: She loved Greece, Santorini especially. Duncan: Well, she would never have seen it if you hadn't taken her. |
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Methos: I think she might
have liked to have been buried there, but I didn't want her to be so far away. Duncan: Come on. I'll drive you home. |
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Methos: You know, I knew
Alexa was dying, every moment we were together, everywhere we went, I knew, and yet, when
she finally closed her eyes, I was surprised. Duncan: You know the Navajo have a saying: The Spirit lives as long as someone who lives remembers you. |
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Methos: Aren't you a
little young to be so smart? [Buzz. Duncan starts to wander off.] Methos: MacLeod! Duncan: Just looking. |
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[Outside cemetery.] Duncan: I don't understand. It's as if he didn't know who I was, who he was, or what was going on. Methos: You should be more paranoid. Duncan: What are you talking about? |
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Methos: Hey, look, Cochrane runs out screaming bloody murder. How do you react? You're confused, off balance, distracted. Maybe that's what he wants. |  |
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Duncan: You don't trust
anybody, do you? Methos: I find it safer not to make a habit of it, no. Present company excepted, of course. |
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Duncan: But he was my
friend. Methos: Yeah — was. Duncan: If he wanted to face me, one of us would be dead. Warren Cochrane never walked away from a fight in his life. Methos: All I'm saying is don't take anything for granted. |
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[At Shakespeare & Company.] Duncan: Methos!? Methos: In the cellar. There's a fake wall on your right. Been storing stuff down here for years. I can't believe Paris is prone to flooding in the winter. |
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Duncan: Well, just be thankful you don't own a barge. Methos: It's not that bad. You can read them, at least. That's the main thing. How's your Latin? |
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Duncan: Well, it's either rusty or I'm looking at a recipe for sea anemones. Methos: Apicius. Rome's favorite early Roman cook. What he could do with lentils and chestnuts — mmm. Looked like road tar but tasted... I'll cook it for you sometime. |
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Duncan: [Less than
enthusiastically] Great. Methos: Okay, you didn't come here to exchange recipes. Duncan: Well, I saw Cochrane. He doesn't remember me. He doesn't remember his wife. He doesn't remember his life — anything. I just didn't think Immortals got amnesia. |
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Methos: Well, it can't be
physical. If he's not faking it, he must have had one hell of an emotional shock. How did
he react when you told him what he is? Duncan: I didn't get the chance. Look, I need some information from you. |
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Methos: Oh no no no no. I got to keep a low profile. Duncan: Come on, Methos. This is important to me. Methos: [pause] Okay. Duncan: Thanks. |
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Methos: What would it be like, do you think? Duncan: What? To forget everything? Methos: To start fresh. Maybe it's a blessing. Duncan: Until someone comes and takes your head. |
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[On a street.] Methos: Okay, I'm telling you, you getting involved with this guy is a mistake. Duncan: Look, he was my friend and he's in trouble. What do you want me to do? Walk away? Methos: I would. |
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Duncan: Put it like this:
If he doesn't know who he is, then he's a danger to all of us. Methos: So lure him outside and take his head. Problem solved. |
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Duncan: You know, I never
know when you're kidding. Methos: Part of my charm. Okay, I pulled his file. He's been using this Goddard identity for about 15 years. He writes travel books, uh, historical England, historical Scotland... |
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Duncan: His wife says he
was on a research trip when he disappeared. Any idea where? Methos: [laugh] I think you overestimate the efficiency of the Watcher network. |
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Duncan: Really? [Starts
tossing papers from Cochrane's file into the wind.] Methos: MacLeod! [Scrambles to pick them up.] Look, I'll do what I can, okay? |
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Duncan: [smiles] Good.
I'll talk to you later. Methos: [mutters under breath] Boy Scout. Duncan: What did you say? Methos: Nothing. Duncan: Didn't think so. |
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