[A mime in white face paint and a black outfit entertains a small crowd. A well-dressed gentleman steps out of the building and the mime follows him, mimicking his actions. After the man tips him a few coins, the mime pulls out a small gun, points it at the man and pulls the trigger. A red flag pops out that says "BANG". The man and the crowd laugh.]

[The mime performs acrobatics around the base of a tree as a man walks past. The mime interacts with the man briefly, then pulls out a large knife and stabs the man in the shoulder -- the knife is a fake with a retractable blade. Realizing he is NOT about to be killed, the man laughs.]

[The mime does cartwheels down the street toward the café and gets applause from the patrons. He bows, then pulls out a pistol and points the gun at an elderly gentleman, suddenly deadly serious. The gentleman gets up and backs away from him into the bar as the mime stalks forward. As the man falls to the floor, the mime pulls the trigger, and a cigarette lighter flame appears at the muzzle. The man lets out a sigh of relief and the crowd laughs.]

[As the gentleman and the crowd laugh, the mime pulls the trigger again and shoots the man between the eyes.]

[The mime laughs about the fake knife, then stabs the man again, except this time the knife does not retract. The man falls to the ground, dead.]

[The mime fires the pistol again, and the elderly gentleman falls back dead with a bullet between his eyes. One of the patrons screams, and DM, who is walking past with bags of groceries, arrives just as the mime runs out of the bar. DM throws one of his bags at the mime, who fires the gun at him and runs. DM starts to follow, but the mime jumps on a motorcycle and whizzes past him and away.]

[later]

LeBrun - Okay . . . whiteface, six feet tall, weight about one seventy, short hair, brown eyes. Hm. Is that about all, Mr. . . . MacLeod?

DM - I think so. [bends down to pick up his grocery bags]

Sole - Inspector LeBrun, another homicide was reported. Prosecutor Barret was killed half an hour ago in Marne-La-Vallee.

LeBrun - The Jihad swore there would be retribution.

Sole - Witnesses said the killer was dressed as an acrobat in whiteface.

LeBrun - Just like the one that killed Judge Belson last night. Hm. Barret lived twenty miles from here. How the hell did the killer make it all the way over here in traffic in twenty minutes?

Deshields - [to server] Damn it. This wine is inferior. Are you trying to shame me before my friends? [walks away, DM following him]

DM - You'll need your wits tomorrow for the peace talks with the English. A little moderation might be in order.

Deshields - Moderation is for monks, MacLeod.

[Kuyler, in whiteface, enters. He and MacLeod react to each others' Buzz as two acrobats entertain the crowd.]

Kuyler - Thank you, thank you. [claps his hands sharply] Again. [The acrobats do some more flips.]

Deshields - You should smile, Duncan. You should enjoy yourself. You're only young once.

DM - When the peace talks are over.

Deshields - You worry too much. I know you're in charge of protecting my person, but this is my chateau, and no one will dare attack me here.

[The acrobats leave the room, and Kuyler approaches the table where Deshields and DM sit. DM rises and they nod to each other.]

Deshields - You know each other?

DM - We've never met before.

Kuyler - But I'm sure we'll meet again. [begins entertaining Deshields with magic tricks - one red ball becoming two, then one again.]

Deshields - You should drink with us.

Kuyler - If I may. [removes silver flask from his pocket and pours some into a glass]

Deshields - Absinthe.

Kuyler - From the Luchesi family. None better in the whole of France. [offers the glass to Deshields]

Deshields - No thank you. Madness and death are not things to which I aspire.

Kuyler - [shrugs] Who wants to live forever? [downs the drink]

Deshields - I was quite the magician myself, in my youth.

Kuyler - Really? Well then, perhaps my Lord Baron would care to join us. I'm sure your guests would enjoy that.

DM - [as Deshields starts to stand up] Baron, don't do this.

Kuyler - Yes, perhaps he's right. Perhaps somebody slightly younger and more supple might . . .

Deshields - I am young enough and strong enough for whatever you require.

DM - Please, Baron . . .

Deshields - Who is the lord of this manor? [DM backs off and Deshields walks over to where Kuyler awaits.]

Kuyler - [holding a length of red fabric] Are you ready, my lord?

Deshields - Always. [more quietly] What would you have me do?

[Kuyler leans over and whispers in Deshields' ear. Deshields laughs. Kuyler moves next to Deshields and holds the red cloth up so that both are concealed behind it. When the cloth drops, Kuyler has vanished, and Deshields falls to the floor, a silver knife in his back.]

DM - [rushes to the body as the guests scream] Baron!

[Deshields' wife rushes forward and throws herself across the body, crying.]

[The wife of the dead elderly gentleman cries over her husband's body as the police carry it away.]

LeBrun - [to DM] I don't suppose you would be able to recognize him if you saw him again.

DM - I might.

Sole - How could you? He was in whiteface.

DM - By the color of his eyes, the shape of his nose, his face structure.

LeBrun - You're a very observant man.

DM - Thank you.

LeBrun - [sticks a cigarette in his mouth] Do you have a match?

DM - No, I don't smoke.

LeBrun - Have we ever met?

DM - I don't think so.

LeBrun - I think we have.

DM - I only just recently returned to Paris.

LeBrun - Okay. We have your address if we need you.

DM - Well, I hope you catch him.

LeBrun - We will. [to Sole as DM departs] Do you have a match?

Sole - No, Inspector, I don't smoke.

Tessa - The Bureau of Arts hired me because they think I'm an expert on sculpture.

DM - You are.

Tessa - The only thing I feel expert in is knowing how little I really know.

DM - Well, then you're on the true path to wisdom.

Tessa - [as DM sharpens his sword] The man you saw wasn't an Immortal so why do you think Kuyler was involved?

DM - It has to be him. It's his pattern . . . he hides behind costumes and makeup.

Tessa - But why go to all that trouble?

DM - Because when people see an acrobat or a clown they laugh, they relax. They lower their guard. What better time to kill?

Tessa - You've met him before.

DM - He killed a good friend.

Tessa - If he knew you were here, would he . . .

DM - Tessa, he's not gonna challenge me. He's an assassin, not a warrior. He kills when least expected, and he prefers his victims unarmed.

Tessa - When we left the states I had this fantasy that somehow the Gathering wouldn't find us. I know . . . It's everywhere. I just wish . . .

DM - Tessa . . . He doesn't know where I am. There's no reason for him to know.

RR - [entering barge carrying a large plaster bust of Napoleon] What's up, Mac?

Tessa - What is that?!

RR - What's that? Tessa, I'm shocked! It's Napoleon.

DM - [from behind him] You hungry?

RR - Am I? Oh, of course, thank you. [to Tessa] You like it? I got it down at the flea market. Had a helluva time with it on the subway.

DM - It's called a metro.

RR - The metro, right.

DM - Yeah.

RR - I knew that.

DM - Mm-hm.

Tessa - What's it for?

RR - It's for you guys. It's, uh, it's sort of a barge-warming present.

Tessa - For us?

RR - Yeah. Well, look, I mean, if you don't like it, I . . .

Tessa - No, no, no! It's very . . . very . . .

DM - Historical.

Tessa - Historical.

RR - Thank you. [looks around] Let me see if I can find a place to put it here . . . Ah, I'll just, uh, move this thing out of the way here . . . [sets bust down and reaches for one of the Tessa's sculptures on a stand]

Tessa - [rushes to stop him] Oh, why don't we leave everything where it is. Just for a while.

RR - Oh. Okay. You want to live with it for a while. I get it. Get a feel for the room. It's okay. I understand.

Tessa - I really appreciate the thought. [kisses him on the cheek]

RR - Oh, well, you're very welcome. It's just my way of saying 'Merci beaucoup.' You know, I have a very strange feeling that Paris and I are going to be quite good for each other . . . if you guys know what I mean. I think it's something about the Parisians, you know? They're so very, very, very . . . French. It's . . . it's, uh, they . . . [distracted by something outside the window] They carry automatic weapons.

DM - What?

RR - Mac, get over here. Check this out.

DM - [looks out window, sees man sneaking around with a gun in the dark] Call the police.

Tessa - Kuyler?

RR - Who's Kuyler?

[DM jumps the man with the automatic weapon, chokes him into unconsciousness, then searches his jacket and finds a wallet. Inside is a police badge. DM looks up as LeBrun appears, cocking his gun. Two more policemen run up and point their weapons, surrounding DM.]

LeBrun - I remember you now.

[later]

LeBrun - Where's Kuyler?

DM - I don't know.

LeBrun - But you sure as hell know who he is.

DM - Well, you told me.

LeBrun - Don't play games with me. That son-of-a-bitch was responsible for the deaths of three very brave men today.

DM - Who were they?

LeBrun - The men who tried and convicted the terrorists who blew up the café near the Bastille.

DM - I'm sorry, I can't help you.

LeBrun - Can't or won't? What are you, MacLeod? Don't tell me an antique dealer. You took out one of my best men and he never saw you coming.

DM - Well, I didn't know he was a cop. I just saw a guy coming at me with a gun.

LeBrun - You thought it was Kuyler. Just like twelve years ago. I was a young cop at the time. Kuyler had just assassinated the president of one of our banks. I heard he was hiding out by the Seine.

Kuyler - [catches DM at swordpoint as he arrives at the top of a stairwell, swordless.] Give up, MacLeod, and I won't dismember you before I take your head.

DM - Go to hell.

[DM avoids Kuyler's blade and grabs up a length of pipe to defend himself. Kuyler chases him back down the stairs to the ground floor. Cornered, DM jumps through a window, then rolls across the hood of a police car that screeches to a stop in front of him. As he runs off, a young LeBrun jumps out of the car.]

LeBrun - Stop! [pulls his gun, but DM has gotten away] Damn!

[DM runs along the Seine, chased by several policemen. He runs down the bank to the Seine, and jumps aboard a tour boat that is passing by.]

Tessa - Hey! What are you doing?

DM - [climbs over the railing onto the deck] Sorry. I didn't want to miss the boat.

Tessa - [as DM sits down among the tourists] What do you think you're doing?

DM - Uh . . . I didn't want to miss the tour.

Tessa - Is this the way you always make an entrance?

DM - {Wanted} to make an impression.

Tessa - You have. Bravo. You could have been hurt. There's another boat in fifteen minutes.

DM - [sincerely] I wanted this one.

Tessa - [speechless] I . . . You . . . [collects herself] I'm sorry for this interruption, ladies and gentlemen. I told you Paris was full of surprises. [beginning her talk] Behind you we have the cathedral of Notre Dame. Construction began in 1163 and was completed in 1343. [DM raises his hand.] Yes . . . what do you want?

DM - It was completed in 1345.

Tessa - What?

DM - Notre Dame was completed in 1345.

Tessa - How do you know? I suppose you were there.

DM - Well, no, actually it was a little bit before my time. [grins]

Tessa - Uh, anyway . . . as I said, construction was completed in thirteen-forty . . .

DM - Five.

Tessa - [confidently] Three. The Seine divides Paris in two parts. This is the left bank . . .

LeBrun - How could I forget a guy who comes crashing through a glass door, rolls over the hood of my car, and disappears.

DM - It wasn't me.

Gendarme - Here, Inspector.

LeBrun - [ignoring him] What were you doing there?

Gendarme - [quietly] Here's a message for you from the chief.

LeBrun - [reads the note, nods, and motions for the officers to leave] Your ID checks out. Fine. But who are you?

DM - We've been through this already.

LeBrun - And we'll go through it again.

DM - You have my statement and my papers. Either charge me or let me go.

LeBrun - If I find out that you've lied to me about Kuyler, you'll share a cell with him for the rest of your natural life.

RR - [turning Napoleon's bust to face the room, then in mock French accent] Excellent. [normal voice] I think the light looks perfect just like that. What do you think?

Tessa - I think it looks like it looks.

RR - Yeah. Looks pretty good. [as DM enters] Yo, Mac, what's up?

DM - Darius doesn't know where Kuyler is.

RR - Well, maybe he split town after he popped those two guys.

DM - I doubt it. No one knows what he looks like except me. He could be standing five feet away from LeBrun and he wouldn't even know he was there.

Tessa - So what are you going to do?

DM - Find him.

RR - Right. The CIA and the Intergalactic Space Patrol can't find him, but you, Duncan MacLeod, can.

DM - [tosses phone book to RR] Uh-huh.

RR - What are we looking for?

DM - Old liqueur specialty shops.

[Sign reads: Chez BON HOMME, Maison Fondee, En 1641]

DM - [examining a bottle] You have any pre-1940?

Carlo - If I did, I would keep it and drink it myself. I have Hierbas . . .

DM - No, I'll keep looking. Thank you. Do you have any, uh, any absinthe?

Carlo - It is against the law to sell absinthe.

DM - Well, uh . . . [clears his throat, pulls out a roll of bills] to connoisseurs . . . true men of discretion . . . such things can be made unimportant.

Carlo - I wish I could help you.

DM - [drops some of the bills on the table] Me too.

Carlo - Who sent you here?

DM - A friend whose tastes I share. Little taller than I am, well-built, short hair.

[Carlo comes to a decision, opens the cabinet behind him and removes a bottle of absinthe.]

DM - Oh, my friend asked me to make sure that you didn't sell me his.

Carlo - Tell him I understand his need. Tuesday, noon, there'll be another bottle for him. Just like always.

DM - [smiles and takes paper bag containing the absinthe] Good. He'll be very pleased to hear that. Thank you.

Sole - [wandering through a crowd of mannequins] Hello? Kuyler. Hello?

Kuyler - [posing as a mannequin, raises his hand and points a gun at Sole's head] That's a good way to get yourself killed, my friend.

Sole - [as Kuyler withdraws the gun] It's not funny. [Anthony and Marco, also dressed as mimes, move from their positions impersonating mannequins.]

Kuyler - I'm sorry, I think it's very funny.

Sole - Well, I hate this place! It makes me feel like I'm walking around the dead.

Kuyler - Why are you here?

Sole - There was a witness to the killing at the café.

Kuyler - So what? All he saw was a man hidden by a mask of makeup.

Sole - Well, the guy swears that he could identify Anthony out of his makeup.

Anthony - We have to get rid of him.

Sole - That's not all. LeBrun thinks that he could identify you. [points at Kuyler]

Kuyler - Impossible. Everybody who knows my face either works for me or they're dead. What was the gentleman's name?

Sole - MacLeod. Duncan MacLeod. You know him?

Kuyler - Perhaps not everybody who knows my face is dead . . . yet.

Tessa - [walking down the steps from the road] So what do I tell Richie?

DM - [walking with her] Well, tell him the truth. Tell him you hated the sculpture and you smashed it into a thousand pieces.

Tessa - I did not. It was an accident.

DM - [walking toward the barge] You mean you didn't hate it?

Tessa - Of course I hated it! Anybody with any taste would hate it, but I didn't knock it off the stand on purpose.

DM - Well, that's not what Freud would say.

Tessa - Yeah, I'm sure the two of you had hours of fascinating conversations.

DM - Yeah, well as a matter of fact . . . [trails off as car pulls up next to them]

Tessa - What is it?

DM - LeBrun.

LeBrun - [gets out of car and walks toward them] MacLeod. Miss.

DM - Inspector.

LeBrun - I've come to see if you've remembered anything about Kuyler.

DM - No, I'm sorry.

LeBrun - Me, too. Last night, I spoke with a Sergeant Bennett in the U.S.

DM - Oh, how is the sergeant?

LeBrun - Still trying to figure out how you turn up in the middle of so much crap.

DM - Well, I'm just lucky, I guess. [turns slightly, sees guy on motorcycle riding toward them, pulling out a gun] Get down! [pulls Tessa around behind LeBrun's car.

[The motorcyclist shoots LeBrun, then rides the motorcycle up the steps to the street and away as LeBrun falls to the ground.]

DM - [to LeBrun] Give me your hand. Give me your hand. [moves LeBrun's hand from the wound on his arm and replaces it with his own, holding pressure to slow the bleeding. [yells across to the barge, where RR has come on deck] Richie! Call an ambulance!

Anthony - What was I supposed to do? MacLeod could identify me.

Kuyler - You acted carelessly, without orders.

Anthony - I thought you'd be happy if I killed him.

Kuyler - But you didn't kill him. You didn't even kill the cop.

Anthony - I will.

Kuyler - You will do nothing unless I tell you. You made a very serious mistake, Anthony. Now MacLeod knows I'm on to him.

Anthony - What's the big deal, huh? The guy's nothing but a bystander. I will get him next time.

Kuyler - [backhands Anthony] Am I talking to myself? Which words didn't you understand? I said MacLeod is mine.

Anthony - [wipes the blood from his mouth] Hey, I didn't know you had something going with this guy.

Kuyler - Well, you know now.

Anthony - I'm sorry. Look, Kuyler . . . you know me. You know I can make it right.

Kuyler - [reaches into desk drawer holding revolver and handkerchief. Anthony tenses. Kuyler reaches for the handkerchief and tosses it to him.] It's okay. Forget it. [reaches in again for the revolver and shoots Anthony, killing him] Now it's right.

LeBrun - They told me you kept me from bleeding to death.

DM - I did what I could.

LeBrun - Don't expect any thanks. If you were up front with me about Kuyler this wouldn't have happened.

DM - I didn't come here to argue with you, LeBrun. I just came here to thank you and to tell you I owe you. You saved Tessa's life.

LeBrun - Not to mention your own.

DM - If you need anything . . .

LeBrun - How about a new arm? The bone in mine is shattered all to hell. You know what you cost me, MacLeod? You cost me my damn career. Cops with a useless arm don't make it up the ladder. It's bad for the photo opportunities. The public likes their commissioners in one piece. It makes them safer knowing the guy in charge can fire a damn gun.

DM - I'm sorry.

LeBrun - Yeah, right. Get the hell out of here.

DM - [turns as if to go, then closes the door and turns back] One of your men is owned by Kuyler.

LeBrun - Come again?

DM - You heard me, Inspector.

LeBrun - You're a liar.

DM - Am I? How did Kuyler's man know where I lived? Did anyone else but the police know I was a witness to the shooting?

LeBrun - I don't buy it. You're deep into this, MacLeod, and you're just trying to cover your own ass.

DM - You've been after Kuyler for years. And why has he always been a step ahead of you?

LeBrun - Because people like you don't talk to me.

DM - You're a good cop, LeBrun. Think about it. [leaves]

[Lettering on glass door reads: MAISON FONDEE, EN 1641, CARLO LUCHESI]

Carlo - Thank you, Madame. Come and see us again.

Customer - Thank you. Good bye.

[As the customer leaves, Carlo sees Kuyler and gets a bottle of absinthe from the cabinet.]

Kuyler - Glass.

Carlo - Someone might come in. I would rather you didn't drink it . . . [Kuyler glares at him and he produces a glass. Kuyler drinks a mouthful as Carlo wraps the bottle for him. He pays for the bottle and turns to leave.] I hope your friend was happy with his purchase.

Kuyler - [turns back] What did you say?

Carlo - The man you sent here.

Kuyler - The man I sent here?

Carlo - He said he was your friend.

Kuyler - Oh, yes. Tall, long dark hair?

Carlo - Yes. That's him.

[Kuyler nods and turns back to the exit, scanning the street. He senses the Buzz as DM appears on the steps to a church across the street. Kuyler exits the store and joins DM on the church steps.]

Kuyler - How nice to see you, MacLeod. Especially on Holy Ground. We've had so few opportunities to just chat.

DM - This is not a social visit.

Kuyler - Incidentally, I owe you an apology. Anthony was very sloppy. I killed him for you.

DM - You're mad, Kuyler.

Kuyler - Maybe. Maybe I'm just trying to excel at what I do. Didn't you ever want to be the best at something?

DM - Murder means nothing to you?

Kuyler - On the contrary, it means everything. I would have thought you'd've understood me better than that. I was never very good at anything else. As a kid there was always someone faster or smarter. Did you know I have a very pleasant singing voice? It's good, but not good enough for grand opera. It's the same with my tumbling.

DM - So you kill.

Kuyler - We all have to do something. Besides, it pays well and I have expensive habits. Do you know how many mortals I've killed over the years?

DM - I'm sure you do.

Kuyler - I've kept a book. Two thousand seven hundred and sixty. Now I don't want you to think I'm bragging, but I'm the greatest assassin in all of history. Of course, there have been men responsible for more deaths, but none of them killed so many, so close.

DM - I don't think there're going to be anymore entries in your book.

Kuyler - I think I'll have a few more trophies on the wall before I retire.

DM - Let's go.

Kuyler - Don't think so. You see that man over there? [points to Marco standing in the street] He's got an automatic pistol in his jacket. One word from me and, uh . . . [motions to a group of children nearby] You get my point. [off DM's look] I knew you would. [starts down the steps]

DM - I'll find you.

Kuyler - Correction: I'll find you first.

DM - I had him. He stood right next to me . . . I could have just reached out and . . .

Tessa - Do you believe his man would have killed those children?

DM - Absolutely.

Tessa - Then what other choice did you have?

DM - I don't know. Maybe I . . .

Tessa - Duncan, you may be Immortal, but you're not omnipotent. You couldn't save that Baron; you couldn't save LeBrun's arm. The world is not your responsibility.

DM - Kuyler has no remorse whatsoever. He kills just to gratify his own ego. He's still out there. I don't know where to begin to look. [Tessa takes off her coat.] What are you doing?

Tessa - I'll call and cancel the meeting.

DM - No. The first presentation to your board is not something you want to cancel.

Tessa - Duncan . . .

DM - Go . . . you have your job to do and I have mine. This is our life, Tessa. We have to keep living it.

Tessa - I know. [picks up her coat again and kisses him] I won't be late.

[later]

DM - Oh, Inspector Sole, what can I do for you?

Sole - [enters the barge] Well, Kuyler's killed again.

DM - Who was it?

Sole - The body has not been identified yet. It was found in a warehouse in the garment center.

DM - Are you sure it was Kuyler?

Sole - Well, Inspector LeBrun is. He wants to see you.

DM - Oh, how's he feeling?

Sole - He checked himself out of the hospital against doctor's orders.

DM - Yeah, some guys are gluttons for punishment. Well, you know, I'm surprised that LeBrun hasn't caught Kuyler by now, aren't you?

Sole - He's an elusive bastard, that's for sure.

DM - Yeah, the way he drinks, you'd think he'd make a mistake by now.

Sole - Or the absinthe would kill him.

DM - [doesn't let on that Sole has given himself away] Maybe the police should drink a little more. Maybe they'd understand him better.

Sole - I think we should go.

DM - Okay. [knowing Kuyler will be waiting for him] I'll just get my coat.

[Kuyler waits for DM's arrival. He beheads a mannequin with his sword, then downs a glass of absinthe.]

DM - [gets out of car as Sole pulls up next to warehouse] He's in there?

Sole - He's waiting for you there.

DM - Well, you can go now. You're done your master's bidding. [off Sole's look] It was the absinthe. Get in there. [Sole gets in the car and drives off as DM enters the warehouse.]

[As Sole's car moves down the street, another car pulls in front of it, blocking its path.]

LeBrun - [to driver] I'll take care of this. [gets out of car]

Sole - [as LeBrun approaches his car] How are you feeling, Inspector?

LeBrun - Lousy. Get out of the car, Sole.

Sole - Something wrong?

LeBrun - Just get your ass out of the car and keep your hands were I can see them.

Sole - Sure, Inspector, whatever you say. What is this all about?

LeBrun - Where did you take MacLeod?

Sole - What makes you think I took him anywhere?

LeBrun - Because I put a radio transmitter on your damn car, you lying son-of-a-bitch. Why did you sell out? Was it only for the money we found in the Swiss account?

Sole - Inspector, whatever you think . . . I assure you I can explain everything.

LeBrun - You're going to do life, Sole. And I'm going to see to it, personally. [Sole reaches for his gun and LeBrun kicks him in the chin.] Where is MacLeod? [shakes him] Come on!

[DM walks through the crowd of mannequins, knowing Kuyler is there somewhere. Suddenly, Kuyler attacks, and DM narrowly avoids the blow.]

Kuyler - MacLeod, how good of you to call. So you did find me after all. [DM looks around briefly.] Oh, it's just me and you. And there's nowhere to go.

DM - Get on with it, then.

Kuyler - [clicks his tongue] What's the big hurry to die? You know, I never told you before, but I've missed you all these years. [pours a glass of absinthe and holds it out to DM] One for the road? [DM says nothing and Kuyler shrugs.] I do so hate to drink alone. [swallows a mouthful from the glass and sets it down] Now I can finish what I started, all those years ago.

DM - Well, I think it's going to be a little different this time.

Kuyler - Oh really? Why's that?

DM - Forgot to mention . . . [pulls his sword out] I brought this.

Kuyler - And I thought you were just another pretty face.

[They fight, destroying numerous mannequins in the process. Inevitably, Kuyler ends up disarmed and then headless. More mannequins shatter around him as DM absorbs the Quickening.]

LeBrun - [drives up to the warehouse and jumps out of the car] MacLeod! MacLeod, you in there? MacLeod!

[As LeBrun enters, DM grabs Kuyler's sword as well as his own, and exits.]

[DM, in a robe, gets up from the chair he is resting in and answers the door.]

LeBrun - MacLeod.

DM - Inspector LeBrun. What are you doing here this evening? [leads the man inside]

LeBrun - What happened at the garment factory?

DM - What garment factory?

LeBrun - With Kuyler!

DM - Oh, you STILL insist that I know him.

LeBrun - Know him? You decapitated him.

DM - [makes a frustrated noise] And when did I do that?

LeBrun - Tonight. Sole took you there on Kuyler's orders.

Tessa - [also dressed in a robe, enters] Good evening.

DM - And why would he want to do something like that?

LeBrun - Because you were right. Kuyler owned him.

DM - Oh, so Sole's been lying to you all this time.

LeBrun - Yes.

DM - But you still believe him about this? [takes glass of wine that Tessa pours for him] Thanks, sweetheart.

LeBrun - You won't admit to any part of this, will you?

DM - How could I?

LeBrun - [to Tessa] And I guess according to you he's been here all evening.

Tessa - You wouldn't want me to lie, would you?

DM - I'll show you out, Inspector.

LeBrun - I can't prove anything. But we both know what happened. [exits onto deck of barge. DM follows him.]

DM - Good bye, Inspector.

LeBrun - Not good bye. Au revoir. It's my guess I'll be seeing you again.

DM - [groans as LeBrun drives away, then raises his glass in farewell] Cheers.