Natalie - Hey, Sam.

Sam - Hello.

Natalie - I'm going up to the boxes. Listen, I'm expecting a couple of people. So could you point them up my way?

Sam - You've got it, Ms. Bard.

Natalie - Thanks.

[DM looks at pamphlet: MUNICIPAL STADIUM - SKY BOXES, with a full length photo captioned: NATALIE BARD.] (NOTE: Episode and shooting script=Bard, End credits and Watcher Chronicle entry=Ward.)

Tessa - You'll like Natalie.

DM - I like her already. Stylish, tasteful, with a certain underplayed elegance. Anyone can see she's got a great foundation.

Tessa - Uh, you're talking about the stadium, of course.

DM - Oh, of course. Yeah. So your art's going to grace the entranceway.

Tessa - If she likes my ideas. I'm on the short list. And I have an edge -- we were at the Sorbonne together.

DM - Your edge is talent. Ready?

Tessa - Ready.

[They leave to meet Natalie.]

[Natalie walks down hallway and enters luxury box. An unknown man (Michael) wearing tall leather boots walks down the same hallway, pulling a knife from his coat.]

Natalie - [looks up as she hears footsteps] Tessa?

[The footsteps stop. Natalie walks to the door to investigate, but sees only empty hallway.]

DM - [getting out of T-bird] Any chance, as part of your fee, you could negotiate a pair of season tickets?

Tessa - I might.

DM - On the fifty yard line?

Tessa - Don't push your luck, buddy.

[As DM and Tessa walk down hallway, Michael sneaks up on Natalie in the luxury box.]

Natalie - [turns, see Michael, screams] Ahhhh, no! Ahhh!

Tessa - Natalie! [starts to run down hallway, DM following]

Natalie - [struggling against Michael] No! Get off of me! [Tessa and DM enter in, Michael runs away.]

DM - [to Tessa] Stay with her! [chases after Michael]

Tessa - [softly, cradling Natalie] Natalie . . .

[DM chases Michael out of luxury box, through stadium seats, and into lower hallway. Michael manages to jump him, buying enough time to make it to the entrance and ride away on his motorcycle before DM can catch him.]

Tessa - [to DM as paramedics wheel Natalie out of luxury box] I'm going with her. [follows paramedics out]

Graffini - Duncan MacLeod?

DM - Yeah.

Graffini - Lieutenant Graffini. I'm told you saw the guy.

DM - Yeah, a, uh . . . tall, well built, wearing old biker's leathers, looked like something out of the Twenties.

Graffini - What about eye, hair color?

DM - He was wearing a helmet and goggles. Sorry.

Graffini - Did he say anything? You pick up an accent, something? [DM shakes his head] Did you notice anything special about him?

DM - Like I said, he looked like something out of an old movie.

Graffini - What about the bike?

DM - I was too far away to see.

Bennett - Lieutenant, we found this on the floor of the balcony. [shows Graffini plastic bag containing bloody knife]

Randi - [walking up behind Duncan] Is that the scalper's knife?

Graffini - How the hell did you get in here?

Randi - I'm very popular with you men, Lieutenant. I get their names right on TV. Now, you didn't answer my question. Did the Scalper strike again?

DM - Scalper?

Randi - Another woman was murdered last week in North Shore Park. Her throat was slit and she was scalped. Wasn't she, Lieutenant?

Graffini - That information's restricted.

DM - Well, what do you have on the killer?

Graffini - What are you doing, writing a book?

DM - Is he following a pattern?

Graffini - Thanks for your help. We have your name and address. [walks away]

Randi - Surprise, surprise, a weird murder attempt and you're right here in the middle of it. [re Graffini] He's a real prince, huh? So what really happened, MacLeod.

DM - A woman was assaulted.

Randi - Tell me something you didn't tell him.

DM - I told him everything.

Randi - You never tell anybody everything. C'mon, MacLeod, you were here. Give me a quote.

DM - Those who forget the past are condemned to relive it.

DM - [going through contents of old box, as Tessa enters] How is she?

Tessa - Sedated. She was sleeping when I left. She went into shock in the ambulance. We almost lost her. [DM moves closer] And that police officer . . . he came in and made her relive every moment of it. Who could do something like this to her?

DM - A man who was betrayed by the one he loved and then went insane because of it.

Tessa - It sounds like you know him.

DM - Someone like him.

Tessa - An Immortal?

[DM holds up playbill: Orpheum Theater PRESENTS - MARCUS KOROLUS in "Man and Superman" by George Bernard Shaw]

Korolus - [holding young blonde flapper tightly, talking into her ear] Why did you betray me, Lenora? [Flapper screams as he waves a knife in her face. Suddenly Korolus pauses as he feels the BUZZ.]

DM - Marcus.

Korolus - You found me.

DM - When I read in the newspapers the description of the other women they found murdered. Tall, slender, blonde. I knew you were here. Then I saw your picture in the playbill.

Korolus - I knew you'd come, Duncan. [throws flapper to the ground]

DM - Please, don't do this. Let me help you. Come with me.

[Korolus turns abruptly and hurls his knife at DM, catching him in the chest.]

DM - [wheezing] It didn't have to be this way.

Korolus - [picks up his sword] It is ordained . . . that my judgment will be realized. And the penalty for adultery is death. [attacks DM, who pulls the knife from his chest and parries.]

DM - Marcus, this woman is not Lenora.

Korolus - Liar! She's the same. The same face, the same body, and the hair that women covet and men adore. She betrayed me, Duncan. I gave her the world. She told them what I was . . . and they burned me for a witch.

DM - [continuing to block Korolus's parries with the knife] You killed Lenora three hundred years ago.

Korolus - No! She lives . . . She won't die. I must kill her. I must kill them all.

[DM grabs his katana from his pack on the floor, uses it and the knife to disarm Korolus.]

Korolus - [collapsing onto piece of scenery, looks over at Flapper still lying on the stage] Lenora. [Flapper faints.]

DM - Bye, Marcus. [beheads Korolus, takes Quickening]

DM - He was insane.

Tessa - What happened to him?

DM - He died.

Tessa - Then who is doing this?

DM - You know, before this was a stadium, there were orchards and stables. This is where Marcus killed one of his victims.

Tessa - How did he choose them?

DM - By the color of their hair. He only chose blondes.

Tessa - Why?

DM - He fell in love once and the woman betrayed him. He went mad. He had to destroy her and everything that reminded him of her.

Tessa - [sighs] It's too crazy. What was it like here back then?

DM - It was just after the war. 1925 . . . Prohibition. There were half-a-dozen gang killings just two blocks from here.

Tessa - So one more victim didn't count for much.

DM - No, actually, the press played it up. A copycat killer could do a lot of research if he wanted to, and find out exactly how the women were killed.

Randi - [walking in] Are you guys stringers for a rival network or is there some other reason you're here?

Tessa - Natalie Bard is my friend.

Randi - I'm sorry. How's she doing?

Tessa - Recovering.

Randi - You know, I've been trying to get in to see her . . . Do you think you could . . . ?

Tessa - Ah, no, I couldn't. I'm sorry. [walks away]

Randi - [calling after her] Maybe later?

DM - Maybe.

Randi - You know, I was thinking about what you said yesterday about history repeating itself. I spent the last twenty-four hours in the archives running down old serial murder cases.

DM - You did?

Randi - There is one that fits the pattern. It happened sixty-seven years ago, MacLeod. How'd you know about it?

DM - Have you told the police yet?

Randi - Didn't anybody ever tell you it's not polite to answer a question with a question?

DM - Have you told the police yet?

Randi - Sharing information with the police isn't a habit I've developed.

DM - Well, I suggest you develop the habit. He'll kill again.

Tessa - [rolls over and wakes up to see Mac sitting on edge of bed, deep in thought] What's wrong?

DM - I should be out there.

Tessa - At the risk of injuring your immortal feelings, the police can do this a lot better than you.

DM - Just feels weird . . . doing nothing while this plays itself out again. [lies down next to her]

Tessa - He isn't Marcus. You've given the police everything they need. They'll catch him. [beat] Uh, I've been thinking of something else.

DM - You want Natalie to come stay with us {tomorrow}?

Tessa - Mm-hm. Just until they catch this monster.

DM - Okay.

Radio - Hey, uh, Bennett, did anyone check to see if Columbus Park was even HERE sixty-seven years ago?

Delaney - [walking past anchor on pedestal engraved with: COLUMBUS PARK - DEDICATED 1912] How many times do I have to walk around this damn anchor? My feet are killing me.

Bennett - [in surveillance van nearby] You'll keep walking until you're relieved. The city pays you for eight; you'll do eight. Now let's not get sloppy out there.

[Delaney sits down on a bench to rest. Michael, disguised as city worker with orange fluorescent vest and large trash bag, watches her intently.]

Radio - This is checkpoint three. She's forty-five seconds late.

Bennett - Delaney, talk to me. [Michael moves closer, drawing a knife] Where the hell are you, Delaney? Delaney, talk to me!

Delaney - [into lapel mike] Don't have a stroke, Sergeant. I just sat down for a minute.

[Michael hears her, hides his knife, and quickly moves off again.]

[The apartment walls are covered in photos and news articles about Marcus Korolus and the 1920s Scalper. Michael enters, distraught. He screams in frustration and turns to the "Man and Superman" poster on the wall.]

Michael - They're trying to stop us. But we are smarter than they are. [takes out the knife and stabs a dummy head modeling a woman's blonde wig] We will kill them all. They will not betray us again. [sits down at old upright piano and begins singing and playing "Let Me Call You Sweetheart"]

DM - [looks up when Randi knocks on door frame] Come.

Randi - [enters, looking around] I've always liked your taste. [beat] So . . . why don't you tell me what all this is about.

DM - All what?

Randi - What the hell are you, MacLeod?

DM - Is this a fishing expedition or did you come here for a reason?

Randi - Well, nothing's gone down at the stakeouts and they think it may all be a coincidence. [she pulls out a cigarette]

DM - You shouldn't do that. You'll live longer.

Randi - Who wants to live forever? Tell me you used to be a two pack a day man.

DM - Nope.

Randi - What DID you used to be, MacLeod?

DM - Just what I am.

Randi - <What if it's off the record? Just between us.> CUT [DM says nothing.] Well, at least think about it. [moves to leave]

DM - The copycat will stick to the same pattern . . . one way or another. You can tell Graffini that.

Randi - Like he'd listen. See you around. [leaves office, sees RR dusting artifacts] Hey, maybe you and I could talk sometime.

RR - Sure. Anytime. I've got lots to say. I had a very interesting childhood. At the age of two I was visited by aliens.

Randi - [laughs] Spare me. I'll see ya'. [leaves]

RR - [as DM comes out of office] So, Mac, what's with you and the lady newscaster, hm?

DM - I can't go to Graffini directly; he'd ask too many questions. I couldn't stonewall him like I do her. Richie, we have some problems here. Marcus killed five women in ten days before I stopped him.

RR - What are you getting at?

DM - The copycat's not following the same pattern. He should have tried again in Columbus Park.

RR - How can you be sure he's going to follow it so closely?

DM - Because . . . he's probably studied everything he can on Marcus. He wants to be like him, so he has to kill like him.

RR - The knife . . . he lost the knife. He's got to buy a new knife.

DM - No, no, he's too smart for that. There's got to be something else . . .

<RR - Like what?

DM - The Indian.

CUT

RR - The what?

DM - [in funny voice] The Indian . . . you know. [they laugh]>

[Sign reads: Our CLASSIC COLLECTION -- Restorations -- AT REAR OF STORE.]

DM - [entering store with RR] If Marcus rides an Indian, then maybe our guy does, too.

RR - Well, this is the place where the yuppies meet the outlaws. If this guy is riding an old Indian, he's definitely getting his parts here. [looks up, recognizes man] Hey, Herbie, yo! My man, bro, what's up? Come talk to me.

Herbie - Richie, I'm glad you're here. Tell me, which leg do you want broken?

RR - Whoa, whoa, chill. Big guy, what'd I do?

Herbie - You said you could get me a manifold for a '46 Harley, remember? I had a cash client all lined up.

RR - I got out of the parts business.

Herbie - What, you get busted?

RR - Ah . . . [looks over at DM] . . . sort of. Uh, listen, Herbie, I was wondering if maybe you could do us a little favor.

Herbie - [unamused] What?

RR - Uh . . . uh . . .

DM - We're looking for a guy who owns an Indian.

Herbie - <Great bike, fast as hell. They stopped making em' thirty, forty years ago, though. CUT What's this guy look like?>

DM - Yeah, he's about six-two, weighs about a hundred and eighty pounds.

Herbie - Guy wore a scarf and goggles. Kept the goggles on.

DM - Yeah. That's him. Do you have a name? Address?

Herbie - <Nope. Sorry.> CUT

DM - Well, if you see him . . . [hands Herbie a business card: DUNCAN MACLEOD -- Antiques -- ACQUISITIONS & MARKETING -- FAX: 555-2330 TEL: 555-2336] . . . we'd appreciate a call. [hands Herbie a $100 bill]

Herbie - Sure, mister. Whatever you say.

RR - [sarcastically] Thanks so much, Herb.

[Michael, dressed in 1920s gangster clothes - brown suit, black Fedora - sits down in a chair and begins to peel an orange with another Bowie knife. As he carves, the scene intercuts a few times with images of Natalie fending off his attack.]

[Natalie wakes up violently, sitting up with a scream. Tessa, who is sitting in a chair by the bed, gets up to comfort her.]

Tessa - Shh, it's just a dream. It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay.

Helen Wills - [carrying a small (Lhasa Apso) dog down the steps] Okay, c'mon, Tippy. [sets dog on ground] There you go, Tippy. I don't have all day. C'mon.

Michael - Mind if I pet your dog?

Helen Wills - Sure.

Michael - He's very cute.

Helen Wills - Thank you. [in baby voice, to dog] Isn't he a nice man, Tippy? [to Michael] Tippy loves attention. [to dog] Don't you, baby?

Michael - [drawn to Helen's blonde curls] You have lovely hair.

Helen Wills - Thank you. I do it myself.

[Michael looks up at sign hanging from building eaves: COLUMBUS HOUSE -- ROOMS BY THE WEEK OR MONTH . . . and smiles.]

DM - [enters, sees Natalie sitting on couch with a copy of "Victor Hugo's Novels"] Hi. Is Tessa around?

Natalie - She went to the drugstore, to pick up a few things for me.

DM - How are you feeling?

Natalie - Better.

DM - Good.

Natalie - [as DM turns to leave] I, um . . . never thanked you. You risked your life going after him like that.

DM - Well, I wish I'd caught him.

Natalie - Yeah. Me, too.

DM - The police will.

Natalie - I wish I believed that. I wish . . . I wish I'd had a gun when he came for me. I . . .

DM - It's not as easy to kill as all that, Natalie. Even in self-defense.

Natalie - What if they can't find this animal? What if he keeps killing?

DM - They will. They'll find him. I have to go.

Natalie - Okay.

DM - Tell Tessa I'll be back in an hour or so.

Natalie - Okay.

DM - All right.

RR - [answering phone] Antiques, Richie speaking. What's up?

Herbie - [at Motorcycle shop] Richie, it's me, Herbie. He's here.

RR - Who, the Indian?

Herbie - In the flesh.

RR - Well, just stall him. Just keep him there.

Herbie - Hey, this is as far as I go for a hundred bucks. You want him, you come get him.

RR - All right, all right, just keep him there. I'm on the way.

[RR pulls up as Michael drives away on Indian. Recognizing the bike, RR follows him. Michael realizes he's being followed and the chase is on. Eventually RR gets cut off by a car and dumps his bike, and Michael gets away.]

[Police cars line the street, while an officer examines a chalk outline on the sidewalk beside the building.]

Randi - [as DM gets out of T-bird] Look who showed up.

DM - I just heard on the radio that the serial killer had struck again.

Randi - Columbus House instead of Columbus Park. This guy's playing with the cops. He's getting off on it.

DM - He rides an Indian.

Randi - What?

DM - It's a motorcycle.

Randi - How do you know?

DM - That doesn't matter. But make sure Graffini does. There are twenty-six of them registered in the metro area.

Randi - What are you? Federal? State? Special task force? You working undercover, MacLeod? Is that it?

DM - If I were, I wouldn't be talking to you, would I?

Randi - Graffini and the others don't even know, do they?

DM - Neither do you.

Randi - All right. Whatever you say. I can be a team player. You know, if I keep quiet on this, MacLeod, or whatever your real name is, I expect an inside lane when the story breaks.

DM - Well, I can't promise you anything.

Randi - Well, then, neither can I. Think about it. Fair is fair.

DM - I have to go.

Randi - [watches DM drive off] Well, what do you know?

[Natalie sits in front of dresser mirror, remembering what happened at the stadium.]

Natalie - [voice-over] Tessa? I'm in here. Tessa?

[Natalie begins to unwind the bandages from her forehead.]

[Flashback - Natalie gasps as she sees Michael.]

[Natalie continues to unwind the bandage, beginning to cry.]

Tessa - [enters bedroom] Natalie . . . don't. Don't! Don't, it's too early. Let it heal first.

Natalie - [as Tessa replaces the bandage] One minute you're a . . . successful career woman in control of her life, and . . . forty seconds later you're a piece of meat begging not to be butchered!

Tessa - Don't think about it.

Natalie - It's all I think about! We're just . . . something on the food chain, Tessa. If a man wants to hurt us, he hurts us.

Tessa - Stop it. Don't do this to yourself. Don't let yourself start thinking like that.

Natalie - Why? It's true, isn't it? How would you feel if it happened to you? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Tessa. I can't . . . I -- I keep . . .

Tessa - It's okay. It's okay. After the surgeons fix it, you won't even see the scar.

Natalie - Yeah . . . and if they can't? It doesn't really matter, right? Beauty's only skin deep. And for the rest of my life I'll watch as some man's eyes drift slowly up from mine into this. [motions at her forehead] God, I hate the son-of-a-bitch who did this to me. If he were here right now, I swear . . . [breaks down crying in Tessa's arms]

[DM pulls up in T-bird as RR, limping, wheels his motorcycle up and parks it.]

DM - What happened?

RR - I saw him, Mac. I was right on his ass. Then I -- I hit some cinders or something . . .

DM - Who?

RR - The guy. The -- the scalper. The dude with the goggles.

DM - Richie, what were you thinking? This guy is a psychotic killer.

RR - You weren't there.

DM - Then you should have waited or called the police. What you DON'T do . . .you don't go off on your own! [gentler] I know, you thought you were doing the right thing.

RR - He saw me at that bike shop. He's not going to go back there again, Mac. I screwed up . . . big time. I'm sorry.

DM - What am I gonna do with you? Hm? [sighs] Did you hurt yourself?

RR - I'll live.

DM - Come on. Let's go take a look at it. Come on.

[Tessa enters quietly carrying a tray of food, but Natalie has fallen asleep. Tessa takes the book she was reading and sets it aside, then leaves the room again.]

<Tessa - [coming out of Richie's bedroom as DM enters] Did Graffini catch him? CUT

DM - That pompous ass couldn't catch a cold. He's sitting on a stakeout at the theater. The scalper knows he's there -- he's not gonna show.

Tessa - So what do we do now?

DM - Well, I don't know. Graffini's just waiting for an excuse to throw me in jail.

Tessa - We've got to do something.

DM - We have to set him up. Make him come to us.

Tessa - I want to help. And don't tell me it will be too dangerous!

DM - Well, there's nothing you can do.

Tessa - I can be the bait.>

DM - Absolutely not. I won't--

Tessa - I have the right. She's my friend.

DM - Oh, Tessa . . .

Tessa - You said he only kills blondes.

DM - No.

Tessa - You'll be there to protect me. No one is watching over his next victim, Duncan. She -- whoever she is -- is out there alone, with no guardian angel. And she's going to die if you and I don't stop him. You said so yourself.

DM - Okay. [unfolds "Man and Superman" poster and shows it to her]

Tessa - [reading] Man and Superman?

DM - Yeah. It was playing at the Orpheum theater the night I finally caught up with Marcus.

Tessa - And you think this killer will know that?

DM - Yes, I do. He knows everything there is to know about Marcus. The only person who knows more about him is me.

Randi - [standing next to News 8 van, speaking into microphone] This is Randi McFarland outside police headquarters with an update on the serial killer that has been terrorizing the city for days. Through confidential sources I have learned that today's scalper is imitating another madman who prowled this city sixty-seven years ago. My source assures me that police have broken the killer's pattern and an arrest is expected shortly. [she finishes the recording and turns to DM] How'd I do?

DM - You were perfect.

Randi - It'll be on the six o'clock news. If you're not right about this, MacLeod, my career as a reporter is over. Nobody'll talk to me.

DM - He'll take the challenge. We'll have him.

[Michael sits combing out a blonde wig. A TV plays in the background:]

Randi - [offscreen, on TV] This is Randi McFarland outside police headquarters with an update on the serial killer that has been terrorizing the city for days. [Michael puts the wig down and turns his attention to the TV.] Through confidential sources I have learned that today's scalper is imitating another madman who prowled this city sixty-seven years ago. My source assures me that police have broken the killer's pattern--

Michael - [Michael abruptly turns the TV off, then picks up a newspaper and smiles as he reads an ad circled with red pen:

RR - [answering phone] Sisyphus Productions. [beat] No, I'm sorry, that part's already been cast. [beat] You're very welcome. Bye-bye. [hangs phone up, it immediately rings again, he answers it] Sisyphus Productions. [beat] No, no, no, Angie, Angie, wait, don't hang up. It's Richie. It's me. [beat] Ah, Sisyphus Productions, that's . . . uh . . . well, it's a . . . it's a long story; I'll explain later. Listen, Angie, I gotta run. I can't keep this line tied up right now. [beat] Oh, come on, don't get mad. Don't be that way, Angie. Give me a break, I s-- I'll call you later, I promise. Come on, Angie, come-- [she hangs up on him] Aw, man . . . women. What're you going to do? [hangs up the phone]

DM - [entering office] How's it going?

RR - Well, we've had one hundred and seventeen calls and they're all pissed the part's been cast.

DM - Well, at least none of them will show up and get in the way. [leaves as phone rings again]

RR - [answering phone] Sisyphus Productions.

[Poster on outer wall reads: 'Tryouts TODAY for MAN AND SUPERMAN 3PM.' Tessa walks up and enters theater. DM is hiding behind a partition and startles her as he steps out in front of her.]

DM - Did you see anyone?

Tessa - No. I suppose I wouldn't.

DM - [Looks out the window in the door but see nobody. He turns around and calls out:] Richie?

RR - Yo!

DM - [as RR enters] Is anybody outside?

RR - No, sir.

DM - I was sure he'd follow you in.

Tessa - So, how long before I go out again.

DM - Oh, we'll give it another twenty minutes. Don't worry, I'll be watching.

Tessa - He might see you.

DM - He'll be too blinded by your beauty.

[Michael, wearing leather cap and goggles, watches as a blonde woman hurries down the alley. He grabs her as she walks past and drags her, struggling and screaming, out of the alley.]

DM - [hears woman's screams] Richie, get her out of here.

RR - You got it.

[DM leaves Tessa with RR and runs out of the theater, in the direction of the screams.]

[DM finds the woman lying on the ground, her blonde wig on the ground next to her. He kneels next to her and helps her sit up.]

DM - It's all right. What happened?

Brunette Woman - [crying] I came for the audition. He had a knife. He tore my wig off . . . and then he just pushed me down and he . . . took off.

DM - You had the wrong color hair.

Randi - [jumps out of news van as it pulls into the alley] MacLeod! What's happening?

DM - Call the police.

[meanwhile]

[RR and Tessa hurry out of the theater to DM's T-bird. As they are about to get in, RR stops.]

RR - Whoa. The Indian. [runs toward Michael's motorcycle]

Tessa - Richie! What are you doing? Get in the car!

RR - [kneeling down by bike] Son-of-a-bitch won't ride into the sunset this time. [pulls out pocket knife]

[Michael, who was watching RR, jumps out of his hiding place and attacks him. They scuffle. Tessa gets in the T-bird and drives it at Michael, hitting him.]

Michael - [as car approaches] Nooooo!

RR - [as T-bird screeches to a halt] Tess! [opens car door] Are you okay? Are you all right? Tess, you okay? [She gets out of the car, saying nothing, staring at Michael, who is lying in front of the car, trying to get up.]

Michael - Help me!

Tessa - [as DM runs up] I didn't know what else to do.

DM - You did fine. You did fine.

Michael - Help me! Help me! [groans]

Randi - [arrives with cameraman] That's him, isn't it?

DM - Yeah.

Randi - [to cameraman] Shoot the picture, John. Shoot this piece of garbage.

Tessa - [as cameraman films Michael lying in the alley, then her standing nearby] Someone . . . call an ambulance.

Tessa - [as Natalie enters] There you are. All packed?

Natalie - Uh-huh.

Tessa - You sure you won't stay?

Natalie - No. I need to be alone . . . in my own place.

Tessa - The door's always open.

Natalie - That's nice to know. If I, uh, get the jitters, I'll call you. [they hug] I don't know what I would have done . . .

Tessa - Shhh, it's okay. You're going to be fine. Just . . . don't be afraid to talk about it.

Natalie - He's still alive.

Tessa - He won't hurt anyone again.

Natalie - You did it. You stopped him. I wish it had been me behind the wheel of that car.

Tessa - No, you don't. Believe me.

DM - [walks in] Ready to go?

Natalie - Yeah. I'm all set.

DM - The car's outside. Your bags are in it.

Tessa - Natalie . . . I'll call you tonight, okay?

Natalie - That'd be great. [leaves]

DM - [to Tessa, who is crying silently] You okay?

Tessa - Sure. I just keep seeing him in front of me as I . . .

DM - You did what you had to.

Tessa - I thought . . . [laughs sadly] I thought "ridding the world of evil" would feel better than this.

DM - [hugs her] I know. I know.