Receptionist - Yes, sir, may I help you?

Chou Lin - I hope so.

Man - [as bike messenger, Gary, bumps against him] Hey!

Receptionist - This is the finest quality we have, and you won't find a better price. [to Gary] Hi, you're new. What's the matter with Phil; is he sick?

[Gary suddenly explodes into action, knocks out the security guard, rips out the bulletproof window separating the receptionist from the lobby. Alarm begins ringing. As Gary strides through the torn-apart wall, Chou Lin is timing the event with his watch. He snaps photos of the safe with a small camera until two more security guards arrive. Chou Lin stops his stopwatch at 02:14.98, and points at Gary]

Chou Lin - This man's a maniac!

Security Guard - [to Gary, who has receptionist hostage.] Hold it with the woman. Stop right there. Hold still. Now let her go.

Receptionist - Please don't . . . don't hurt me!

Police officer - [as Gary forces Receptionist down steps] Let her go! I said let her go!

[Gary pushes Receptionist at one police officer, then fights second officer who rushes him.]

Police officer - Stop it or you're dead, mister.

Gary - [suddenly falls to ground crying out and clutching his head] Help . . . me! Please! Help! [as police and crowd watch, Gary dies]

Tessa - I'll only be gone for a few days. You'll do fine without me.

DM - Yeah, well, I already have my little black book out.

Tessa - [laughs] I've seen it. It's three hundred years out of date.

DM - [as taxi driver honks] He can wait.

Tessa - Hey, the plane won't. [they kiss]

DM - Those Paris critics better give you rave reviews.

Tessa - I'm nervous. Paris critics are the worst.

DM - Yeah, well, just remember . . . people become critics when they don't have what it takes to be artists.

Tessa - I wish you were coming with me.

DM - 'Bon chance.' (Fr. 'Good luck')

Tessa - [kisses him] I love you. Stay out of trouble while I'm gone, okay?

DM - [laughs] I'll try. Maybe I'll work at updating my little black book.

Tessa - Yeah, that would get you in a whole lot of trouble . . . from me. [kisses DM again, gets in taxi]

DM - [watches taxi drive off, then turns, sees RR] Hey.

PA system - Dr. Deans, please pick up {call in 17D.} Dr. Jones, pick up R-75.

DM - Let me ask. [to receptionist] Uh, there was a kid admitted called Gary Correll.

Powell - Hey, Ryan, isn't it? Little Dickie Ryan.

RR - Richie.

Powell - That's it. See, I never forget a rap sheet. What brings you down here? Planning to rob a couple of old ladies in intensive care?

RR - A friend of mine was just brought in.

Powell - That wouldn't be Gary Correll, by any chance?

RR - Yeah. How'd you know?

Powell - Just a hunch. He died five minutes ago. Hey, the guy freaked out for no apparent reason. We gotta be talking a heavy-duty drug habit here.

DM - Sergeant Powell . . .

Powell - MacLeod, right?

DM - Correct. My friend here's just received some very upsetting news. Why don't you just lay off him?

Powell - Sorry, kid. Hey, but the witnesses said he went nuts, like King Kong on angel dust.

RR - Gary didn't use drugs.

CUT

DM - [noticing bruises on the sides of Gary's temples] What are these? Bruises of some kind.

Powell - He probably got them in the scuffle. DM - Cerebral hemorrhage.

Powell - Could be. We'll see what the M.E. comes up with. HE'S the doctor. But five'll get you ten, this kid was flying on something.

Sun - MacLeod! I knew you would come.

DM - You brought me halfway around the world, but it was worth it to see you. Why are we meeting on holy ground? Are you going to tell me your plan to kill me?

Sun - Don't be foolish. If I wanted your head, would I warn you first? No. This sacred place affords me protection from, shall we say, less . . . honorable of our circle. [DM laughs, they embrace] I needed time alone.

DM - Well, you've had a hundred years since we last saw each other.

Sun - And I have used them well! Nature is like a woman, MacLeod. If she is wise, she does not give up her mysteries quickly. Imagine if Galileo or DaVinci had been of our kind, what wonders they could have coaxed from her.

DM - You have fermented the Kwanlo root.

Sun - A hundred years! But I've done it.

DM - And you've solved the formula?

Sun - THAT wasn't easy. That old herbalist . . . if I could find his grave, I'd dig it up and dance on his bones. [DM chuckles] A dozen herbs: too much of this one and too little of this, and what do you have?

DM - A nice stuffing for pheasant.

Sun - That would at least have value.

DM - Well, he did say that it would not be simple.

Sun - I must have the determination to succeed -- I know, but what does he call one hundred years of sleepless nights? But, a few months ago, I found it! The world is within my grasp.

DM - You know, it is a shame you did not find a potion for humility.

Sun - You shall see. No quarter!

[man rings gong, two fighters pick up staffs and begin battling. They beat at each other with their staffs, neither seeming to notice the hard blows he is receiving.]

DM - Is this your idea of helping mankind out of the darkness?

Sun - Combat is the perfect way to test the potion's power. These men could fight from now until sunset without fear or pain. Mortals are lost children. We could haul them, kicking and screaming, into the sunlight.

DM - [as combat continues] If you do not stop this, I will.

Sun - Stop! [combatants freeze] I had no intention of taking it to the death.

DM - You have lived three times as long as I, Kiem Sun. Have all these years taught you nothing? Men achieve greatness when they have freedom. Freedom to fail if necessary, but freedom. Release them, please.

Sun - [to combatants] Stand aside. [to DM] I want a noble future for the human race. Is that so wrong?!?

DM - NO! But it will not be achieved with potions and drugs! Or men obeying your every command, even to the death.

The two combatants scream, grab their heads, and fall to the floor. Soon they are dead.]

Sun - They were good, loyal men. I vow their deaths will not have been in vain.

DM - Do not tell me you are going to continue with this madness, Kiem Sun. I have said it before, and I will say it again. Our business is the Gathering. Prepare yourself for it, or it will swoop down and you will lose your head.

Sun - It must be . . . the Kwanlo root. By itself, it produces euphoria, but combined with the other ingredients, it becomes so volatile, so unpredictable. I must get back to work at once.

DM - You are not even listening to me. What are these? [points at bruises on dead man's temple] He did not receive those in battle.

Sun - I will perfect it, even if it takes another hundred years. It is always a rough path that leads to great achievements.

DM - That is true. But this is the wrong path for you, Kiem Sun. Turn back now. Please.

DM - [walks in, picks up 'Closed' sign from window] Is this a holiday I don't know about?

RR - Yeah, it's Saint Arnold's day. Patron saint of tough guys.

DM - Where're you going?

RR - To settle a score.

DM - Anyone I know? Anyone you know?

RR - Gary didn't just keel over and die and you know it. Somebody, somewhere, knows what killed him.

DM - You're staying here.

RR - He was my friend.

DM - And I'm your friend. Take my advice; you could lose your head over this.

RR - You think it's one of you guys?

DM - Possibly.

RR - Why would an Immortal want to kill Gary?

DM - I'm not sure yet.

RR - Okay, fine. Well, look, what I know is that it wasn't drugs.

DM - Richie, it's not that simple.

RR - What is not that simple? Gary managed to grow up clean in a neighborhood where you get a dime-bag with a fill-up of gas. Look, I don't care if this guy IS an Immortal. I want his ass and if you won't do it, I will.

DM - Richie, I'll take care of it. You have my word on that.

RR - Look, Mac, if you're gonna X this guy, fine, that's cool. I don't care. Just as long as SOMEBODY does it.

DM - Okay.

RR - How do you figure it's an Immortal?

DM - I can't be sure, but I had a friend, a good friend. We met in China during the Ch'ing empire.

RR - Uh, this wasn't last month, right?

DM - Right. Sixteen . . . eighty-something.

RR - Mm-hm.

DM - Kiem Sun was wise and loyal and . . . and caring -- too caring. He wanted to change the world.

RR - Nothing wrong with that.

DM - No. It depends on HOW you change it.

RR - So you think this Kiem Sun has gone bad on you?

DM - No. No Immortal is ever one hundred percent good or bad. We run the spectrum, just like you. The last time I saw Kiem Sun, he was hovering somewhere in the middle.

RR - What makes you think he's behind all this?

DM - The bruises on Gary's temples. Of course, I could be wrong. I hope I am. There's only one way to find out.

RR - Wait up, I'm coming, too.

DM - No, you're not. I may lose a friend today, the same as you lost Gary. I want to do it alone.

RR - Okay.

Chou Lin - [to bartender] Beer.

Forks - Look who's back. He's got more guts than brains.

Chou Lin - Something I can do for you?

Forks - What happened to Gary?

Chou Lin - Gary?

Forks - Don't jerk me around, mister. Gary Correll. A couple of days ago, you and Gary were living in each other's pockets. He tells me you've got something major shaping up. Next thing we hear, he drops dead outside the Diamond Mart. Maybe you've got the whole story.

Chou Lin - I had a plan. Gary was a part of it; he screwed up.

Forks - Is that a fact? You know, the kid was only nineteen years old. Look, if you know what's good for you, you're going to tell me how he died.

Chou Lin - Just like you heard it. Just hit the sidewalk. No explanation. Weak heart, genetic defect, brain damage from spending too much time on motorcycles . . . who can tell?

Forks - Turn around when I'm talking to ya! [swings at Chou Lin]

Chou Lin - [gets Forks in choke-hold, lets him go] Gary's gone. It's too bad, but I got what I needed. Now I know how to slice that Diamond Mart wide open. I didn't come in this pig sty for a beer. I'm looking for a few good men.

DM - [driving up in T-bird] Sergeant Powell?

Powell - MacLeod, what're you doing here?

DM - I just came by to see if the preliminary report had been released on Gary Correll.

Powell - Do I look like Dan Rather to you? You want the news? Read the paper.

DM - I was right about the cerebral hemorrhage, wasn't I?

Powell - As a matter of fact, yeah. That was a lucky guess.

DM - Yes, it was. That means Richie was right: no drugs were found in Gary's body. [Powell says nothing.] Oh, come on, Sergeant, Richie was his friend.

<Powell - No, no drugs. Nada. The only thing we found were a few Chinese herbs. You know, the stuff they use in their folk medicine. Something made that kid go bananas. CUT

DM - And then it shattered his brain.

Powell - Right.>

Girl - [to guy on street corner] Come by our place. {??}

Guy - All right.

RR - [to guy on street corner] Hey, bro, what's going on?

Girl - [to guy] I'll catch you later.

RR - Think maybe you can help me out here, give me a hand. I'm looking for this dude . . .

Guy - No, uh, leave me alone, okay. I don't know.

RR - Gary, a friend of mine . . . you know, can you help me out here? Come on, talk to me, man! Come on, I know you know what's going down. Come on, give me a hand here.

Guy - No, I don't.

RR - Hey, don't get in my face. Just give me a hand here.

Guy - No.

RR - I'm asking you a question; answer me!

Guy - You leave me out-- [takes off around the corner]

RR - Whoa, what're you doing? [takes off after him.]

Angie - [sees RR chasing guy, follows, finds RR on ground nursing a sore jaw] Hi, Richie.

RR - [looks up] Angie . . .

Angie - Hey. Any damage?

RR - Uh, I don't think so. This, uh, this mother tried major dental surgery on me without novacaine. I may sue.

Angie - Is that why you were chasing him?

RR - I was looking for some answers.

Angie - Now that's not a smart thing to do in this part of town, remember?

RR - Yeah.

Angie - It's good to see ya'.

RR - It's good to see you too. I, uh, I heard about Gary. I'm sorry.

Angie - That's why you came back here, isn't it?

RR - Yeah.

RR - Awful lot of bread and baloney here for a homeless shelter.

Angie - We feed two hundred people a day. In six months, we'll double that number. Wanna help out? Few hours a week, maybe?

RR - Yeah, I think I could work that out. I missed you.

Angie - No, you haven't. You could have found me any time you wanted.

RR - So . . . you like it here?

Angie - Yeah, it's great. It's the only job I could get, anyhow. It's pretty mean out there for a girl who has nothing on her resume except 'biker enthusiast' and 'metal-head'. How 'bout you?

RR - Well, I'm working in this antique store up on the heights.

Angie - Ooooh.

RR - Yeah, I know, it's pretty cool. There's this couple: she's drop-dead gorgeous, and it's her store; he's . . . let's just say he's on the cutting edge of the antique world. <Anyway, they've sort of adopted me. CUT

Angie - Aw, that's good, Rich. I always knew you'd be the one to make the break. Gary thought so, too.

RR - Angie, you gotta be up front with me about this. Was Gary using anything?>

Angie - Are you kidding me? He was an exercise freak, you know that.

RR - Yes, I know. He always made me feel like I was the runt of the litter.

Angie - Well, he was a strange guy. I mean, here is this macho biker, who's always into some racket or another -- he won't even take an aspirin. And then after he meets up with this sleazoid, Chou Lin . . .

RR - He was Chinese?

Angie - No, he was from the IRISH Chou Lins.

RR - I need to find this Chou Lin.

Angie - Why? Do you think he might know something about how Gary died?

RR - I think he may have killed him . . . or at least know who did.

Angie - Oh, wow! Well then you have to go to the cops.

RR - I can't. If this Chou Lin is who I think he is, 9-1-1 will be one big waste of time. [off Angie's look] No, Angie, I can handle this myself.

Angie - Yeah, right. Like you almost got your teeth knocked out today. This neighborhood's changed, pal.

RR - Yes, I know, I feel like I'm working without a safety net.

Angie - I've got my bike outside.

RR - Angie, I do not like this.

Angie - What's not to like? What -- you're gonna WALK all over town looking for this guy? I won't be a sec.

[DM driving around in T-bird, business signs along street are in Chinese. DM stops car near set of doors that resemble those seen in flashback to China. (In 'Final Shooting Script', Flashback - China, 1780 occurs here.)]

Sun - [To body guards who move to intercept DM] Let him be. [to DM] I've been expecting you. Your conscience has been pricking me like a thorn in my side, across the centuries.

DM - Then I won't need this. [removes katana from overcoat. They clasp forearms.]

Sun - MacLeod! [laughs, embraces DM]

Sun - That is the last of the Kwanlo root. Do you know how rare it is? I have tried to plant some, but the soil . . . this infernal climate . . . it's impossible.

DM - And it will take a hundred years before it's ready to use?

Sun - Yes.

DM - Good.

Sun - Good?! Do you think I wanted that young man to die? I told you, every ounce of my potion was stolen by an assistant. A Judas by the name of Chou Lin.

DM - And what does he plan to do with it?

Sun - I fear Chou Lin's ambitions do not include helping mankind.

DM - Hm. More like helping himself.

Sun - Exactly!

DM - Three hundred years, Kiem Sun. You have been struggling with this formula for three centuries. What have you achieved? A drug that can make people die in agony. If it cannot be perfected, why do you continue working on it?

Sun - Because . . . it will make men fearless, strong, AND obedient. Within a short time, we can bring peace to this world.

DM - Maybe that WAS your dream, when you first started on this path. But now there's something else. Why haven't you tried to get this drug back from Chou Lin?

Sun - I'm not leaving holy ground to become the victim of an Immortal. Is that why you're here, MacLeod?

DM - I made you a pledge all those years ago. It still stands.

Sun - [laughs] You're going to protect me? For how long? A day? A week?

DM - [exiting] Until you cross the line.

Sun - [takes sword from stand and follows DM outside] Pick up your sword. Indulge me. This is still holy ground -- we can't hurt each other here. [they exchange parries]

DM - So many centuries without a challenge . . . you need protection. [laughs]

Sun - To think, I was once a master.

DM - You were never that good.

Sun - [laughs] So, if we find Chou Lin and recover the potion, what then? It comes back here?

DM - Anything to get it off the streets.

Sun - All right. You and I together . . . it's almost like the old days. Let's find Chou Lin!

DM - No wonder Chou Lin wanted out.

Sun - Our brotherhood shuns the material world.

DM - So I can see. When was the last time Chou Lin was here.

Sun - He disappeared about two weeks ago. What are you looking for?

DM - I'm not sure.

Sun - We should have never left China. Life was so much simpler.

DM - You should never have left the seventeenth century.

Sun - And what have humans accomplished in all this time? Merely bigger and more efficient ways of destroying themselves.

DM - [looking through drawers] Chou Lin's been writing monthly checks to a downtown real estate company. He must be renting a place somewhere.

Sun - [pulling his sword out again] Then we must pay this real estate company a visit.

DM - Relax, Kiem Sun. I doubt the sword will be necessary.

RR - Yup, I remember this place. If anything was going down, these guys would know. Hitch is, they don't trust anybody who doesn't have a picture of Attila the Hun tattooed to their chest.

Angie - Aw, they're not that bad. C'mon.

RR - Not that bad? These guys use STP for mouthwash. You stay here.

Angie - Richie . . .

RR - Look, I'm gonna be too nervous watching my own back; I don't want to have to worry about you, too. Hey, don't worry. [a la Schwarzenegger] I'll be back. [goes inside bar & over to bartender] Gimme a beer.

Bartender - Gimme a beer? If I give you beer, I'm gonna lose my license.

RR - All right, then, I'll have coffee. Black.

Bartender - You sure you wouldn't like a decaf cappuccino?

RR - Yeah, maybe you wanna sprinkle a little bit of cinnamon on top of that, too. [sarcastic laugh, turns to two guys sitting at bar] So, fellas, how's it going? Say, maybe you guys could help me. I hear this is THE place if a guy wants to find out what's shakin' in the neighborhood. [the guys stand up and walk away, RR turns back to bartender] I'm looking for a dude who's into Chinese medicine -- all that hocus-pocus. Name's Chou Lin.

Bartender - What's a nice, uptown boy like you want Chou Lin for?

RR - I hear he's got a great recipe for lasagna.

Bartender - [sighs] Well, let me tell ya, Chou Lin is a 24-carat psycho with a black belt. If I tell you where he is, I'm gonna end up in traction, so whatever you want him for, forget it, okay?

RR - Look . . . I don't scare so easy.

Bartender - [grabs RR head between his hands] Then you really are a dumb S.O.B., ain'tcha? Ain'tcha?

Angie - [walking up] There's a fifty in it for the right answer.

Bartender - Now here's a lady who knows that there's a recession on.

Angie - So . . . [to RR] Give the man fifty bucks.

RR - Uhhh . . . that creep in the alley took everything . . .

Angie - [scoffs, pulls out money] Forty-nine.

Bartender - Just for you, Ange. Try, uh, the warehouse at Montgomery and Ninth.

Angie - Thank you.

RR - Thanks, pal. Nice to meet you.

Bikers - [to each other] This one looks tough.

Chou Lin - [to biker group] That's the safe. What d'you think?

Forks - Yeah, I know the model. There's no way we can crack this thing in under an hour. So what's the deal?

Chou Lin - The deal is that we carry the safe out in the two minutes and fifteen seconds before the cops arrive.

Forks - Carry it? [wags his fingers by his head] Man, you could use a little hamburger helper. This safe must weigh a ton.

Chou Lin - Eight hundred and ten pounds, to be exact. But, I think I have . . . resolved this problem.

Forks - Yeah? Well, resolve this, pal. We're outta here.

Chou Lin - What if I pay you for wasting your time?

Forks - I can live with that.

Chou Lin - Good. But before you go, will you join me in an old Chinese custom?

Forks - Huh?

Chou Lin - Tea. To show there are no hard feelings.

Forks - Tea?! What the hell is this, anyway? I hate tea.

Chou Lin - Please. It's an ancient tradition. I would be most offended.

Forks - Oh, well, we wouldn't want that. [pause] Well, why the Diamond Mart? There's easier places than that.

Chou Lin - True. But you see, diamonds are non-traceable. And the contents in that safe will set me up for life. [passes around cups of potion-laced tea] I've been poor. Now I want to try rich. This is just the beginning.

Forks - Mm-hm. So how come you're not drinking?

Chou Lin - It would be impolite for the host to take part in the ceremony. Go ahead, drink up. You know, I do wish you'd change your minds.

Forks - Fat chance.

Chou Lin - You never know.

[Bikers start to raise cups to drink, noise of door opening distracts them and they scatter]

RR - [entering warehouse] Chou Lin? Hello? Anybody here?

Angie - [finding plans for Diamond Mart safe] Hey, look at this.

RR - Mr. Lin? CHOU Lin?

Angie - [turns, sees bikers surrounding them, recognizes Forks] Forks!

Forks - Angie, what the hell are you doing here?

RR - Wait, wait, wait, you know these guys?

Angie - Yeah, they used to be friends of Gary's.

RR - Excellent. So then, you must know this Chou Lin.

Forks - You mean the guy standing behind you?

[RR & Angie whirl around, bikers laugh]

Chou Lin - Something I can do for you?

RR - Yeah, you bastard. This is for Gary Correll. [swings at Chou Lin, who punches him in the stomach and throws him to the floor.]

Angie - Richie!

RR - Angie, get outta here!

Angie - No way! You stay, I stay. [bikers laugh] Right, you first, you creep!

RR - Angie, what are you doing?! Just leave!

Forks - [grabs Angie] You know, I always fancied you . . . [Angie bites his arm] Aaaaah!

[Angie wrestles with bikers, is punched and thrown against pile of boxes. RR grabs short length of wood and brandishes it at the bikers.]

Chou Lin - [pulls out short sword (Chinese butterfly sword?) and points it at RR] Drop it, stupid.

RR - Put down the knife first. Put it down! [exchanges blows with Chou Lin, ends up with the sword at his throat.]

Sun - [entering warehouse] Chou Lin! Let the boy go. [swings sword about, points it at bikers] Leave now. Or you see your own hearts beating on the ground right in front of you.

Bikers - Come on, let's go. Let's go. Run. I'm outta here.

Sun - [to Chou Lin as RR moves to help Angie] I spent three hundred years working on that potion. Give it to me. [Chou Lin runs for it, DM blocks his way.] MacLeod! This battle is mine.

DM - It's mine now. [exchanges blows with Chou Lin, who pulls out second short sword] Mm. [exchange more blows, turns to Sun] You taught him well. [fight continues, DM disarms Chou Lin]

Chou Lin - I know about you Immortals. My head will be no good to you.

DM - I don't want your head. I want a signed confession that you drugged and killed Gary Correll.

Sun - [cries out and runs at them, slicing at Chou Lin with his sword as DM ducks to the side.] Forgive the intrusion, but he was mine. Never let your opponent . . .

DM - . . . see all your skills. [they exchange blows] I didn't. Forgot to mention. [exchange blows] I didn't think you were as defenseless as you pretended.

Sun - So sue me! [fight continues] You have improved over the years, MacLeod. [fights end with Sun disarmed] You won, MacLeod. Your pride won't let you break your word.

DM - You're right. [goes to Chou Lin's body, finds vial of potion, pours it out onto the ground.

Sun - What are you doing?! You promised to return that to the temple.

DM - Sue me. [tosses Sun the empty vial]

Sun - I'll be back with more in a hundred years.

DM - By then it'll be too late. The Gathering is here. That is what you wanted the drug for, wasn't it?

Sun - Not at first! I truly wanted to help mankind, believe me. Maybe that's too much to ask. Hiding on temple ground was a mistake. Locked away for three centuries. The longer I stayed away from the Game, the more frightened I became in my head.

DM - And then somewhere along the line, you decided that if you could perfect this drug, it would help you in the Gathering.

Sun - [nods] A small army of men -- hundreds, maybe thousands! They will obey me without question. They will attack any Immortal on my command, weaken him long enough for me to take his head.

DM - That won't work at the Gathering. You'll be on your own.

Sun - Don't worry about my survival, worry about yours.

DM - Kiem Sun! Now you've crossed the line. The next time, I'll kill you. [walks to RR and unconscious Angie] Who is she?

RR - A friend. She'll be okay.

DM - Yeah, we'd better get her out of here, before the police arrive. I thought I told you to stay out of this.

RR - You still don't get me, do you? You should have told me to GET involved, then maybe I might have stayed at home.

DM - Yeah, then maybe again, you might not.

RR - Kids, hmpf, go figure.

Angie - You know, I don't know if I'd want to live in this place. It's like a museum.

RR - Ha-ha, you get used to it. [points to wall display of small cloth dolls] Take a look at these. They're a thousand years old. They were used in tombs to keep the dead company.

Angie - Happy birthday. You know, if I were Macleod and . . . um, what's her name?

RR - Tessa.

Angie - Yeah, well, I wouldn't let you near all this pricey stuff.

RR - Hey, I keep telling you, I am a changed man.

Angie - I hope so. It's just that I can't help getting the feeling like you've got some con up your sleeve.

RR - Trust me. [points behind her] And this . . . is their bedroom.

Angie - Mm-hm. [turns around] Wow.

RR - Mm-hm.

Angie - This . . . is . . . special.

RR - Yeah.

Angie - I though you said I could trust you.

RR - You can, it's just that, uh . . . living with a couple who kiss and paw each other all day kinda gives you ideas, you know?

Angie - I can guess. I gotta get back to the shelter.

RR - All right. Maybe I'll, uh, drop by later and give you a hand.

Angie - Well, that'd be okay. But, you know, don't feel like you have to.

RR - I'd like to. Very much. [leans in to kiss her as Tessa opens bedroom door.]

DM - Sorry, we didn't knock, but I thought this was our bedroom.

RR - Uh . . . hey, guys. Uh . . .

Tessa - Hi.

RR - Tessa, welcome back. Um, this is Angie. Duncan -- Angie.

Tessa - [walks forward] Nice to meet you, Angie. [shakes hands]

Angie - Hi.

DM - Hi.

Angie - Hi.

RR - [off DM's look] I was, um, just showing Angie around.

Tessa - I see. The grand tour, huh?

RR - Yeah.

Angie - You're right, Richie, she IS drop-dead gorgeous. [cocks her head at DM] He's not so bad either.

RR - Ooookay, uh, we gotta get going 'cause Angie's got to get back to the shelter, so, uh . . . we'll, uh . . . I'll see you later. Bye-bye.

DM - [chuckles as he shuts bedroom door behind RR] Welcome home. So, uh, how was the showing?

Tessa - Tell you later. Did you stay out of trouble?

DM - Tell you later. [they kiss]