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Walker: Well, well, look who we have here, the good Dr. Adams. If that's what you call yourself now.
Methos: Morgan Walker.
Walker: We have some unfinished business.
Methos: I don't think so.
Walker: You were a coward then. You're still a coward.
Methos: And you are as charming as ever.
Walker: Shall we find a quieter spot?
Methos: Maybe another time.
Walker: Now.
Methos: You're not going to make a scene, are you? |
| * * * |
Joe: Hey!
Methos: Oh, hi, Joe. Uh...hey, I missed you too. I'll just be a minute
Joe: What the hell are you doing?
Methos: I'm looking for something.
Joe: I can see that. Where have you been?
Methos: Here and there, there mostly. Hey, I stopped by the barge; where's MacLeod?
Joe: You are unbelievable.
Methos: So, uh, MacLeod?
Joe: He's in London. Claudia Jardine's playing the Albert Hall.
Methos: I'm looking for Morgan Walker, Joe.
Joe: You know, the chronicles are not your personal rolodex. You find another way to hunt him.
Methos: Hunt -- I don't want to hunt him!
Joe: Oh, no, you want to send him flowers.
Methos: No, I want to keep the hell away from him.
Joe: Really? So, what'd you do to him? |
| * * * |
Methos: Your brother's fever has broken. In another two or three days he'll be as good as new.
Charlotte: Thank you, Dr. Adams.
Methos: It's Benjamin.
Charlotte: Thank you, Benjamin.
Methos: I'll be looking in on him again tomorrow.
Charlotte: Benjamin, why do you look after slaves? Not many doctors do.
Methos: Perhaps I was one in a previous life.
Charlotte: Do you have to go? So soon?
Methos: Captain Walker...
Charlotte: He's at sea.
Methos: Really?
Charlotte: I used to watch you sometimes in the marketplace. I saw how those women used to look at you.
Methos: Charlotte, are you flirting with me?
Charlotte: Yes. Is that all right?
Methos: It's lovely. (Later in bed.) Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?
Charlotte: No.
Methos: The world is full of fools.
Methos: I should be going.
Charlotte: At least let me make you something to eat. He is still at sea.
Methos: But for how long?
Charlotte: He won't be back for three more days.
Methos: Maybe I will stay for dinner.
Charlotte: And breakfast? (Methos feels an Immortal's presence.) What is it?
Methos: Gotta go.
Charlotte: Benjamin? What are you doing?
Methos: We're having company. Walker's back. Get yourself dressed. He'll be here any minute.
Charlotte: How do you know that?
Methos: Call it a feeling.
Charlotte: Benjamin, don't leave me. |
| * * * |
Joe: You gotta be outta your mind.
Methos: Come on, Joe.
Joe: Look, just 'cause you couldn't keep it in your pants two hundred years ago, you expect me to turn over the chronicles!
Methos: That was the basic idea, yeah.
Joe: I'll bet it was!
Methos: Come on, you do it for MacLeod.
Joe: Well, you know, I know MacLeod. You see, I know who he is, I know what he is, as far as you're concerned... |
Methos: *What's that suppose to mean?* (indi1.aif - 29K)
Joe: Look, let's make this real simple. I'm a Watcher. You're an Immortal. It's not my job to make your life easier.
Methos: Your Watcher oath? Oh, yeah, yeah, heaven forbid that you get involved with an Immortal. It would compromise your precious ethics. Providing of coarse that it's possible to do that with a hypocrite.
Joe: Get out. |
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| * * * |
Joe: Hey, where you going?
Methos: Next stage out of Dodge. Listen, I hate long good-byes.
Joe: I'm really worried about something.
Methos: Aren't we all.
Joe: Her name is Amy Thomas, she's a new Watcher. She's suppose to check in with me every four hours, and she hasn't called.
Methos: I'd like to help, Joe, but I've got a plane to catch.
Joe: She's watching your guy.
Methos: What guy?
Joe: Morgan Walker. |
| * * * |
Walker: You killed Charlotte.
Methos: I slept with her. You killed her!
Walker: You bastard. You have no idea what she meant to me. I loved her.
Methos: You owned her.
Walker: Fight me.
Methos: Pass.
Walker: Draw your sword, damn yeh. Fight me, damn yeh!
Methos: Some other time. (Methos leaves.) |
| * * * |
Methos: So, you don't know he has Amy.
Joe: Yeah, and I don't know that he doesn't.
Methos: Get your Watcher buddies to help you.
Joe: You know they're not going to if there's an Immortal involved.
Methos: Call the cops.
Joe: Oh, yeah. Oh, officer, I'm looking for this Watcher. She was following this guy who lives forever and now she's disappeared.
Methos: Well, you'll think of something.
Joe: Methos!
Methos: What do you want, Joe?! Oh, now you need my help. I'm an Immortal; you're a Watcher, but we're in league together? Sounds a lot like interference to me.
Joe: Are you through?
Methos: Yes, for the moment. We got other concerns.
Joe: Like what?
Methos: Like the car down the street. Don't look. It pulled up when you got here and hasn't budged since. (Joe pulls out a gun)
Methos: What the hell are you doing?
Joe: What do you think?
Man1: That son of a bitch is packin'!
Man2: Damn, we're bait!
Methos: Joe, I wouldn't advise --
Joe: Yeah, I know!
Man2: I'm hit!
Methos: Cover me. (Methos runs to the Range Rover.) Joe! |
| * * * |
Joe: Will you turn the car around?
Methos: Give me one good reason?
Joe: Because we're going the wrong way.
Methos: I beg to differ; the bullets are back that way!
Joe: I forgot who I was dealing with. Look, we lost those clowns two towns ago!
Methos: I saved your life; I get to choose!
Joe: Turn the car around!
Methos: No.
Joe: Look, I am going back; with you or without you, I am going back.
Methos: To do what exactly?
Joe: I don't know, I gotta find Amy.
Methos: Remember the Alamo, Joe? (The vehicle begins to slow.)
Joe: Well, thank you. I knew you would understand.
Methos: It's nothing. We're out of gas.
Joe: You gotta be kidding me. (They exit the vehicle.) I don't believe that you ran out of gas.
Methos: I didn't know I was gonna be driving across country. You're walking?
Joe: Unless you got a better idea, huh?
Methos: Hey, let me carry that!
Joe: I can do it!
Methos: Look on the bright side, Joe. We've got good weather. |
| * * * |
Joe: Well, that's twelve.
Methos: Who's counting? I'm not counting. It was eleven anyway.
Joe: Here, lemme try.
Methos: Yeah, sure. They won't stop for me, but they'll stop for you. Of course they will.
Joe: Observe and record. (Joe holds out his thumb. A van pulls over.) Magic! Technique my good man!
Methos: Technique my ass.
Driver: Hi.
Methos: Hi, we're out of gas.
Joe: Thank you, sir. |
| * * * |
Methos: Nice of the guy to open up. What is your problem?
Joe: You know, if you had whacked that guy two hundred years ago, we wouldn't be in this spot now, and Amy would be safe.
Methos: Hey, don't lay it on me, pal. You're the one that sent the rookie into the field. You know as well as I do a, a sloppy Watcher's a dead Watcher. (Walker's men drive by.)
Joe: Is that who I think it is?
Methos: I'll cover you. Go on! (They hide in a warehouse.)
Joe: It's not going to take long for them to find us in here.
Methos: We're out of chips too. You know where I should be now? I should be thirty-five thousand feet in the air, sinking my teeth into a succulent steak, just anticipating the stewardess coming out to plump my pillow.
Joe: I appreciate this, man.
Methos: Yeah, whatever.
Joe: Where are you going?
Methos: Well, in the absense of any alternative, I thought that I would go and do it the old-fashioned way.
Joe: Well, you're not going without me.
Methos: Joe, you don't have any bullets, and you are not quick on your feet.
Joe: Yeah, well I'm going to do what I have to do, Methos!
Methos: You got something to tell me?
Joe: What?
Methos: What is it between you and this Amy?
Joe: Look, we're wasting time.
Methos: Hey, look, Joe! Watchers put themselves on the line every day but you don't out there and risk you life for them.
Joe: They're not my daughter.
Methos: I'm going to see to the help. Then you and me, we have to talk, dad. |
| * * * |
Methos: Two for two. Nice chaps. Even left the car keys. Who was on the phone?
Joe: That was a, uh, was Jack Bender. He's a Watcher buddy of mine. He's got a line on Walker's whereabouts.
Methos: Really?
Joe: Yeah. That old power station outside Chartres. Tonight, six o'clock. He's going to have Amy with him.
Methos: Well, we know what we got to do then.
Joe: Yeah, we know what we gotta do. |
| * * * |
Methos: So does she know?
Joe: Huh?
Methos: Amy. Does she know that you're her father?
Joe: Ah, it seems like she figured it out.
Methos: You didn't tell her then? If you don't want to confide in me, Joe, that's, that's fine. Don't let the fact that I saved your life influence you in any way.
Joe: It's nothing new, Methos. It was my first year at the Academy. I met her mom. She was married.
Methos: And?
Joe: Well, we were working late one night. We had dinner and a nice bottle of wine, a couple of drinks. She got pregnant.
Methos: Just when I think I know the real Joe Dawson.
Joe: Yep, there ya have it.
Methos: So why didn't you tell her?
Joe: Amy's mom loved her husband. Amy loved him too. Better to screw up one life instead of four.
Methos: Thanks, Joe.
Joe: For what? You're the one that saved my ass.
Methos: Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that. You know, these last few hours, I feel like there's a bond between us.
Joe: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Methos: Who'd ever have thought I'd end up with a Watcher as my best friend?
Joe: Yeah, it's a real puzzler. Hey, listen, how about a little less chatter and a little more speed?
Methos: Okay, buddy. |
| * * * |
Methos: You know, we actually make a really good team. We could be like Scully and Mulder.
Joe: Yeah, right.
Methos: Sipowitz and Simone.
Joe: Whatever.
Methos: Caligula and Incitatus. Well, maybe not Incitatus 'cause he was a horse.
Joe: Will you shut up?!
Methos: Joe?
Joe: It's a trap, man. Walker's waiting for us. He knows we're coming. I'm supposed to shoot you when we get inside. He said he was going to kill Amy.
Methos: There. That wasn't so hard, was it?
Joe: You knew?
Methos: Of course, I knew.
Joe: Well, how did you know?
Methos: Joe, you never give a Watcher's first and last name. And you couldn't go to them to help, and then suddenly one of them's phoning you with information.
Joe: All right, all right.
Methos: And whenever you lie you do this weird thing with your face.
Joe: What?
Methos: Well, you kinda... (Methos makes a face.)
Joe: 'Kay, well, that's the last time I play poker with you. Why did you drag this out?
Methos: I'm easily amused.
Joe: Bonding, my ass. |
| * * * |
Methos: Voila. Three's a crowd, Walker.
Walker: Where's Dawson?
Joe: I'm right here.
Amy: Joe.
Walker: You were supposed to shoot him.
Joe: Like I said, life is full of disappointment.
Walker: Drop the gun, or I kill her.
Joe: You shoot her, I will shoot you. And I will make sure the doctor takes your head.
Methos: Take a walk, Joe. Take Amy with you. This is between me and him. |
Walker: That's all I've ever wanted.
Joe: I'll see you later.
Walker: I've waited almost two hundred years for this.
Methos: *Do the words compulsive obsessive mean anything to you?* (indi2.aif - 118K) |
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| * * * |
| Methos: Just because I don't like to fight, doesn't mean that I can't. |
| * * * |
Methos: She'll be back.
Joe: How do you know?
Methos: 'Cause I'm very old and wise. (Methos raises his glass.) To some day. |
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