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[In a tunnel near the barge.] Duncan: [sword drawn, challenging a Presence in the mist.]
Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
Methos: Yes, I know [Chokes as Duncan comes
about three inches too close with his sword blade.] |
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Duncan, apologetic: I was
expecting someone else. Methos: Not a close
friend, I assume. |
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Duncan: Dawson was here
this morning. Someone grabbed him outside the barge. Methos:
Why? |
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Duncan: I don't know.
Maybe they're after me. Damn him! What's he doing here? Methos:
Something is going on with the Watchers. Security's intense. That's why I didn't come to
the barge. |
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Duncan: You're going to
have to find who's out there for me. Methos: No.
If I start questioning people, sooner or later one of them starts questioning me.
Duncan: You owe him. |
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[Methos shakes his head.] Duncan: Methos, what other Watcher would have kept your secret
that you're an Immortal masquerading as a Watcher named Adam Pierson? |
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Methos: That was his
choice. Duncan: Yes, it was.
Methos: Okay. I'll find out what I can.
Duncan: Thanks. |
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Methos: [mutters to
himself] I spent years losing my conscience only for him to go find it again. |
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[In a park.] Methos: They're definitely watching your barge. Phone's
probably tapped as well.
Duncan: Who is? Methos. |
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Methos: It's not an
Immortal. It's the Watchers. Duncan: Dawson was
taken by his own people? Why? Where is he? |
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Methos: I wasn't able to
find out. Duncan: You're a Watcher, dammit. You
should be able to find out. |
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Methos: The rumor is that
the Watcher Tribunal are putting him on trial for treason. |
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[In the woods outside the new
Watchers HQ in Lyon, France.] Methos: We've got
to stop meeting like this. People will talk.
Duncan: I thought you said you didn't know where he
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Methos: I didn't. I
[did] some research, okay? How did you find out?
Duncan: I did some research of my own.
Methos: MacLeod, he's in enough trouble
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Duncan: And you should?
Methos: Okay. Like you say, I owe him
one.
Duncan: [smiles] Glad to hear it. [Now
let's find] a way in. |

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[At the main gates to the Watchers HQ.] Guard: Hold it. Your ID, please.
[Methos hands it over.]
Guard: What's your business here?
Methos: It's Pierson. Adam Pierson. I'm in research.
I'm attached to the Methos project, okay? Check it out. |
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Guard: You're not on
the list.
Methos: They've shut the library in Paris and moved
everything here.
Guard: Come back next week.
Methos: Next week?! This is urgent!
Guard: [amused] Urgent? |
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Methos: If I lose Methos
because of this, it will be on your head. Guard:
Your assignment's been around for 5000 years. Another week won't kill you.
Methos: Bloody bureaucrat! [Drives away.] |
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[In Watchers HQ.] Methos: Please! Two minutes, please!
Shapiro: All right.
Joe: [whispers to Duncan] Pierson for the defense.
Perfect.
Shapiro: Who are you? |
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Methos: My name is Adam
Pierson. I'm a researcher. Watcher: We don't
need the opinions of researchers.
Methos: Maybe not, but I didn't come to give you an
opinion. I came to give you this. [Puts book on table.] I found that in an Italian library
misfiled as a fairy tale. It's the private journal of a Watcher Methos Watcher. |
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Watcher: Watchers don't
keep journals. Methos: Well, this one had to.
You see, he found out a great deal about his subject. And the more he discovered, the more
he came to like him, to admire him.
Shapiro: I know there's a point somewhere here, son. |
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Methos: They became
friends, but because of our rules, he couldn't put that in his report. Think about it. The
man knew Methos! What stories they must have shared, what histories we might now know if
we didn't force men like him and Joe Dawson to hide what they have learnt.
And how many others, how much more knowledge has been lost to us? I say, let friendship
thrive. Let him record all he has learned. Learn. |
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Duncan: Damn him. Setting
himself up like that, waiting to die. He'll go down without a word. Methos: It sounds like that's the way he wants it.
Duncan: What does he expect me to do? Stay here and
die with him? |
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Methos: Oh, I wouldn't.
MacLeod, you need a vacation. I hear New Zealand's very nice this time of year. Duncan: You did your best. I did my best. If he wants to sit
there like a lamb going to the slaughter, then let him. There's nothing else to do. I'm
not going back for him.
Methos, not bothering to sound convinced: No, it
wouldn't be sensible. |
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