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Amanda: Methos. Open the door. I know you're there. Methos! Methos, it's Amanda!
Methos: *Do you want to knock a bit louder? I don't think they heard you in Philadelphia.* (fuot1.aif - 112K)
Amanda: I'm sorry it was an emergency, okay?
Methos: No, it was a good way to get your head cut off is what it was.
Amanda: You're turning into an old grouch, aren't you? Or did I interrupt something important.
Methos: Amanda, *it is the middle of the night, and I wasn't expecting anyone.* (fuot2.aif - 135K) Give me a minute. You want some coffee?
Amanda: Yeah. |
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Amanda: All right, so tell me what you know about this Keane guy.
Methos: Nothing, never met him.
Amanda: Wait a minute, I thought the Watchers knew everything.
Methos: Well, I've done with the Watchers.
Amanda: Really? I thought you found the perfect hiding place.
Methos: Well, I changed my mind. Sorry, can't help.
Amanda: No-no, listen, Methos, why don't you just talk to MacLeod. You know, try to convince him that Keane is wrong about him.
Methos: You want me to talk to MacLeod and tell him...uh...stop worrying, you're not a bad guy.
Amanda: Yeah.
Methos: Trust me, Amanda, that's not gonna work.
Amanda: Look... no, Methos. You have to do something. I've never seen him this upset before, and you know how guilt-ridden he can be. Look, if he goes up against Keane thinking he deserves to lose, he'll lose. He'll die, Methos. |
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Methos: So, nice day for it. You know, not too cold, ground's nice and dry.
Duncan: Amanda's got a big mouth
Methos: Well, she's worried about you.
Duncan: Yeah, and you?
Methos: Oh, me? No. Just scholarly interest. I just came by to watch the perfect Immortal die.
Duncan: I'm not.
Methos: Not what? Not the perfect Immortal or not gonna die?
Duncan: Go away.
Methos: Hey, we're none of us perfect, MacLeod. Not you, not me, not even Darius. I'm sure not your friend Steven Keane.
Duncan: You should write fortune cookies.
Methos: Yeah, well, maybe I should, just so long as I am not writing your epitaph. What Keane hates you for happened. Nothing you do's gonna change that. You accept it, MacLeod. It's part of who you are.
Duncan: We talking about me now?
Methos: Yes. Do you remember what happened after Culloden?
Duncan: Yeah, I went after innocent men and slaughtered them.
Methos: No, that's how Keane tells it. I wanna know how you remember it. Because they weren't innocent, were they? They were murderers. They were the English bastards who destroyed your people, and they deserved to die, all of them.
Duncan: You sure all of them did?
Methos: Well, you were. You wanted to kill; you killed them. You know, Keane is just like you; he wants to divide the world up into good and bad. Well, it's not that simple. We are all both, good and evil. We have rage and compassion. We have love and hate. Murder and forgiveness. Why don't you try forgiving yourself for once.
Duncan: Why don't you try minding your own business for once, hm? Tell Amanda to do the same.
Methos: She can't say I didn't try. (Methos pulls out a gun and shoots Duncan.) You are such a pain in the ass. |
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Keane: I don't think we've met. Stephen Keane.
Methos: So I heard.
Keane: I have no fight with you.
Methos: No, that's true if you leave Paris, and leave Duncan MacLeod alone.
Keane: Guy's got a lot of friends.
Methos: Good men often do.
Keane: Good man? You must not know him very well.
Methos: You would be surprised. Keane, Let him be.
Keane: You try and stop me, and I'll start with you.
Methos: Your call. (They begin fighting. Methos falters but pulls out a dagger and stabs Keane.)
Keane: You bastard.
Methos: Sticks and stones. (Methos is about to take Keane's head.)
Duncan: You do it, and I'm next.
Methos: I am trying to save your head.
Duncan: I don't need your help. You kill him, I swear it Methos, you face me.
Methos: Fine! It's your funeral. |
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Keane: There you are.
Methos: Mac? (Keane points his sword at Methos.)
Keane: Where's MacLeod?
Methos: I thought he'd be here. Do you mind putting that down, or were you planning to use it?
Keane: What makes you think I won't?
Methos: I'm a student of human nature.
Keane: Tell me where to find MacLeod.
Methos: I don't know. I love good guys. |
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Amanda: That son of a bitch. That double dealing swine. You know there are cops all over my house. He even gave up my secret stash of rainy day jewels. Well, one of 'em.
Methos: Amanda, what did you expect? You got him sent to prison, you think he's just gonna sit there and take it?
Amanda: I was trying to keep him alive, and he turned on me.
Methos: Correct me if I misunderstood, but this was after you framed him, wasn't it? Have a drink, you'll feel better.
Amanda: You know, I was ratted out by my very best friend.
Methos: Well, I know how that feels.
Amanda: Methos, I was just trying to help him, you know? I didn't care how mad he got at me as long as it kept him alive.
Methos: Look, you did your best, okay; so did I. Now it's up to him. He's lived a long time, Amanda. It's not all luck.
Amanda: Yeah, but it's not all skill either. He's gone up against Immortals older than him, some better than him, and he's always won. You know why, because he doesn't give up, not when he thinks he's right.
Methos: No, which can be bloody annoying as we both know.
Amanda: You know, there's something different this time. His heart's just not in it. |
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Duncan: You really thought I'd lose?
Methos: Oh, yeah, and you didn't?
Duncan: It wasn't about that. You guys still don't get it, do you?
Methos: No.
Duncan: I had to take responsibility for what I'd done. Nothing you two could do was ever gonna solve it for me. I had to face him and fight the best fight of my life, knowing he'd do the same. Just trust the fates that decide the winner.
Methos: Trial by combat. Whoever survives is proved right in the eyes of the law.
Duncan: Bright boy.
Amanda: But what if he comes after you again?
Duncan: He won't.
Amanda: How do you know that?
Duncan: Because I wouldn't.
Amanda: Well, he's not you.
Duncan: He's not that different. None of us are. We all make mistakes.
Methos: And we all have mistakes to forgive.
Amanda: Speaking of mistakes, there seems to be an inspector who is determined to put my cute, little butt in jail.
Duncan: Sorry about that.
Amanda: She won't forgive me?
Duncan: Oh, no, I don't think she should.
Methos: I think this is my cue to leave.
Amanda: Bye, Methos.
Duncan: Bye, Methos.
Methos: You guys be good.
Duncan: If not, we'll try to be better. |
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