Highlander III: The Sorcerer Page #5

A street PUNK emerges from behind a trash crate, scraping the

BLADE of his KNIFE along the wall of a building. He studies

the man for a moment as he runs his thumb along the edge of the

blade, almost caressing it.

PUNK:

What'cha got in the bag?

Not only does the man not answer -- he doesn't even turn

around.

PUNK:

Hey -- you hear me?

CONNER MACLEOD slowly turns around. He is mid thirties,

handsome, his chin dotted with the stubble of a beard. He is

calm, detached -- yet under the surface there is a great

sadness from a lifetime of pain and loneliness. He stares at

the Punk wearily -- knowing both what is going to happen and

what the outcome will be.

MACLEOD:

(softly)

Yes -- I hear you.

PUNK:

Good. Now, give it up.

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Macleod studies the Punk for a moment.

MACLEOD:

Go home -- while you still can.

Macleod turns his back to him and starts to walk away. The

Punk moves after him quickly. Macleod reaches into a trash can

and pulls out a piece of PIPE. The Punk stops and stares at

Macleod.

PUNK:

(amused)

What do you think you're gonna to do

with that?

Macleod raises the pipe, twirling it around expertly in his

hand.

MACLEOD:

(deadly calm)

Let's find out.

A beat. The Punk is losing confidence. He looks at Macleod.

CLOSE ON MACLEOD'S EYES

Deep. Confidant. They radiate an intensity that seems to burn

into the Punk.

The Punk is unnerved by Macleod's calm. Macleod waits, letting

him make the next move. A beat. The Punk backs away and

disappears into the darkness. Macleod stares him for a moment,

then drops the pipe to the ground and walks off in the other

direction.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Macleod stops at the mouth of the alley where it intersects

with the street. He stares across the street.

MACLEOD'S POV

An old building. A sign reads: RUSSELL NASH, ANTIQUES.

A sadness falls across his face -- his mind floods with

memories as he looks at the building.

Across the street the door of the antique store opens. RACHEL,

an attractive woman in her fifties exits -- locks the door --

walks down the street.

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Macleod watches her affectionately -- painfully. As she

crosses the street, he steps back into the shadows of the

alley, hiding in the darkness. Rachel reaches the alley, then

stops -- thinks -- looks back at the Antique Store. She is

only a few feet away from Macleod.

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