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Methos: [to Alexa] Excuse
me, if I sat at a table, would you be my waitress? Alexa:
[to Joe] Is he a good tipper?
Joe: [smiles] No.
Alexa: Well, too bad. Makes up for it being cute
though. [Steps away to serve a customer.]
Methos: [to Joe] Cute. I can do cute |
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[Alexa returns to the bar.] Methos: I'm, uh, Adam Pierson.
Alexa: Where're you from?
Methos: Um...
Alexa: Your accent. You're not from here.
Methos: No, I've travelled a lot. |
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Alexa: Really? Paris.
Methos: Paris is too full of Parisians. Even the
French don't like Paris.
Alexa: Venice.
Methos: Venice, the smell alone will kill you. |
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Alexa: You're young to be
so cynical, aren't you? Methos: Uh, if you say
so.
Alexa: I just did. [Walks away.]
Methos: What did I say?
Joe: Ah, forget it. Alexa's not your type, okay? |
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Methos: And does she
[Claudia] know Duncan: That she's one of
us? Doesn't have a clue. Somebody does, though.
Methos: What? |
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Duncan: Someone's tried to
kill her. Methos: Who'd want her dead before her
time?
Duncan: I don't know. |
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Methos: Alexa. You see,
even her name is beautiful. There was something, you know. There's a There's a
spark. I wonder if she felt it? I mean I I don't want to make a fool of myself. You
ever feel like that? |
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Duncan: [smiling to
himself] Couple of times. I don't see what the problem is. Methos: What if she doesn't like me?
Duncan: What if she does? |
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Duncan: What am I going to
tell her [Claudia]? Methos: How about the truth?
At least then she'd know what she's facing.
Duncan: Yeah. It'd be nice if she had a semblance of a
normal life. Once she finds out what she is, that becomes impossible.
Methos: You can't keep her here forever. |
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Claudia: Oh, let's go to
Bonatelli's. Would you call them and have them hold my table? And, uh, your friend can
come along if he'd like. Methos: Uh, no thank
you. I have other plans. |
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Claudia: Seriously? Methos: Totally.
Claudia: Really?
Methos: Absolutely. |
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Alexa: Well, either you
like to drink or you're crazy about the blues. Methos:
No, I was waiting for you. I see I leave you speechless. This is an excellent start.
Alexa: Start to what?
Methos: To dinner, a film, a concert, a smile, a
sunset, a walk, ah, all of the above, whatever you would like. |
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Alexa: [giggle] Do women
really fall for that line? Methos: I have no
idea. I've never used it before.
Alexa: Never is a really long time.
Methos: Well, to the best of my recollection.
Alexa: Why do you want to go out with me?
Methos: Because the alternative is unthinkable. |
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Methos: [to Joe]
Looks like you were wrong. Turns out she is my type. Joe:
I don't know. It looked like a lot of arm twisting to me.
Methos: A girl like that, you're lucky if you find one
every 10 lifetimes. Joe? Joe, what? You got some kind of house rule about dating the help?
What?
Joe: Alexa is dying. |
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Alexa: This date we're
supposed to go on, I don't think it's a very good idea. Methos:
Don't you like me a little?
Alexa: It's not that.
Methos: It's my nose, isn't it? Yep, it's my nose. |
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Alexa: No, it's not your
nose. You have a very nice nose. Methos: It's
because you think I'm English. It's my accent. Uh, I don't have to be English. I can be
Russian. Uh [says something in Russian] means "Is this the right platform for the
train to Karkoff?"
Alexa: [laughing] You're outrageous! |
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Methos: Russian doesn't
turn you on. Okay, I can do it in Swahili. Except if I was speaking Swahili, why would I
be wanting a train to Karkoff. Uh, Lithuanian? [Nal Fasi?] Alexa: Please. Don't make me laugh. |
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Methos: Why not? Alexa: Because it's not fair.
Methos: It rarely is.
Alexa: I'm sorry. |

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Methos: What? Tell me.
Alexa: I'm dying.
[Methos nods.]
Alexa: You see, don't you? We can't go
out tomorrow.
Methos: Absolutely. We'd better make it
tonight |
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Methos: [to Joe] Where's
Alexa? We have a date. Joe: She called in sick.
Methos: Where does she live?
Joe: Adam, she doesn't want to see you, okay? Just
leave her alone.
Methos: Joe, I didn't ask for your opinion. I know
she's dying, okay? You are all dying. Twenty years. Six months. What's the difference?
Joe: She's protecting herself. She's protecting you,
don't you get it?
Methos: Yes, I get it. Now tell me where she lives. |
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Methos: Hi. Am I late?
Alexa: Only about a year. You shouldn't
have come.
Methos: Hiding your husband in there,
is that what's going on? Lover? Boyfriend? Seven dwarves?
Alexa: That's exactly what I'm doing.
Hiding my husband, my boyfriend, my lover and the seven dwarves. |
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Methos: I can take 'em
all on. I'm not afraid.
Alexa: I shouldn't have agreed to see
you. It's stupid really.
Methos: Why?
Alexa: Because you don't need to be a
witness to what I'm going through. It's going to get ugly. |

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Methos: You look beautiful
to me. Look, whatever it is you're going through, I can handle it, if you let me. Alexa: Why would you want to?
Methos: Because the alternative is unthinkable. How
long?
Alexa: Less than a year. They don't know. Do you ever
just wish time could stand still? |
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[Methos is speechless. He
hands her an envelope and backs away.]
Alexa: Plane tickets?
Methos: Anywhere you like. Everywhere,
if there's time. |
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Alexa:
It's not that easy.
Methos: Yes, it is. You spend whatever
time you have left dying or you spend it living with me. Please. Say you'll come
with me, Alexa. |

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Alexa: [We're going
coast to coast in a van.] Adam likes to call it our tour of the new world.
Methos: Well, it's all new to you,
isn't it?
Joe: Sounds great. Then what? |

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Methos:
Egypt.
Alexa: Isn't that romantic?
Joe: Well, he's certainly the man to
take you.
Methos: Thanks, Joe. |

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Methos: [to Duncan] It's
not long enough. Duncan: It never is. You take
it easy.
[The van drives away.] |
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Joe: I don't know if
they'll make it to Egypt. Duncan: Doesn't
matter. Even if she lives to be a hundred, he'll still have the pain of losing her. |
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