[Simone stands by the open hood of a dead vehicle in the middle of the narrow street. An ambulance approaches & honks.]

Claude - [driving ambulance] Sh-- Move it!

Simone - [walks toward ambulance] Claude, is that you?

Claude - Oh, Simone. How come you're not working?

Simone - I'm on my way. The damn car just died on me. You think you could have a look?

Claude - Sorry, I'm on the job.

Simone - C'mon, you're not going to leave me here. [Claude sighs.] At least give me a lift to the Metro. [leans in window] Please?

[Kagan suddenly appears at passenger window with a handgun.]

Rene - [in passenger seat of ambulance] Son-of-a-bitch...

Kagan - That's no way to talk in front of a lady. Let's all try and get out of this alive... okay?

Claude - [casually moves his hand toward the pistol at his hip] What's going on, Simone?

Kagan - [holding gun to Rene's head] I bet the bullet goes right through you and into him. [to Claude] What do you think?

Simone - [takes Claude's gun, points it at him] Sorry about this, Claude. CUT

Kagan - Okay. I want you boys to get out of the van, real slowly. [They start to get out.] Easy. [pulls Claude over next to Rene] Come on! Thank you. [to Simone] Okay, sweetheart, do your thing. [Simone goes to back of ambulance.] Isn't she sweet? But I guess you know that already, huh? And smart, too. [Simone returns, hands large folder to Kagan.] Watch 'em, will ya? [hands his gun to Simone, opens folder, looks at DaVinci sketch inside] Beautiful. [closes folder, kisses Simone's cheek] Just like you, my love. [takes his gun back from her] Time to go. Get the bike.

[Simone goes to motorcycle, revs the engine. CUT Kagan shoots Claude.]

Rene - Please! Please, I have a wife and two children. Please.

Kagan - I hate kids. [shoots Rene]

Simone - [hears last shot, runs back over to Kagan] Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

<Kagan - CUT They were going to kill me. What was I supposed to do? Come on. Let's go.> [They ride away on motorcycle.]
 

[Camera holds on front window display, then pans past window into store.]

DM - The brush work, the texture... it's an original. You made a good buy, Franklin.

Franklin - I know. [walks out of store. DM follows him.] ¹

DM - What's up?

Franklin - Remember the DaVinci sketch?

DM - From the Notebooks, the one with the slight damage in the right-hand corner?

Franklin - It was stolen last night on the way to the buyer. Three million dollars down the drain. Ten years I've been in the business. Nothing like this ever happened.

DM - Well, at least you're insured... Don't tell me.

Franklin - The premium was outrageous. I -- I thought I was being creative.

DM - [laughs] Franklin, you're a dealer, not an artist. What made you become creative now?

Franklin - I've done it before. I put the painting in an ambulance with a couple of guards. Who robs an ambulance?

DM - Who else knew it was traveling last night?

Franklin - Nobody.

DM - Have the police contacted the guards?

Franklin - Can't. They're dead. And now the bastards want to sell it back to me. I got a call a couple of hours ago. They're going to tell me when and where tomorrow.

DM - Let me guess... no police.

Franklin - How did I let this happen?

DM - I'll make the exchange.

Franklin - I can't ask you to do that.

DM - You're not asking. I'm offering.

Franklin - What can you do that I can't?

DM - You'd be surprised.

Waitress - [as DM enters] Bonsoir. Nice to see you.

Maurice - I'm so glad you're here.

DM - So will I be if the bouillabaisse is as good as it was last week.

Maurice - It's better.

DM - I hope so. I'm starving.

Maurice - Come, there's someone I want you to meet.

DM - Maurice, I know matchmaking's your favorite pastime--

Maurice - No, no, nothing like that. She's my niece. Really. Come. [leads DM to table] Mon lapin? [Simone turns to face them.] Simone Tomas, my beautiful niece. And this is my good friend, Duncan MacLeod.

Simone - Hi.

DM - Nice to meet you. [looks from Simone to Maurice & back] You two don't look anything alike.

Maurice - Of course not. She's gorgeous, like her mother. My first wife's sister. Her mother was-- CUT

DM - I get the picture.

Maurice - Right. Sit, sit. [DM sits.]

Simone - Actually, I was just leaving.

Maurice - But you haven't finished eating.

Simone - I got beeped. CUT

Maurice - No, you don't. Who works at ten o'clock at night?

DM - People with ambition?

Simone - [to DM] Thanks. Some other time.

DM - Hope so.

[Simone leaves. Maurice sits in her empty chair.]

Maurice - The girl has no life. No time to eat, no time to talk.

DM - Maybe she's just busy.

Maurice - She's avoiding me. She pretends there is nothing wrong. I was hoping you'd talk to her.

DM - Well, she doesn't even know me.

Maurice - You have a special way with women.

DM - Maurice...

Maurice - Women love you. They trust you, and more important, I trust you.

DM - All right. I'll take her out to lunch.

Maurice - Ah, wonderful. She loves Italian food. CUT Just show her a good time. But not too good. [slaps table with his hand] The bouillabaisse. [gets up to fetch DM's meal] ²

[DM chuckles to himself.]

DM - One hundred thousand dollars.

Franklin - It's all here. I was up all night. I can't let you do this for me. They've killed two guards already.

DM - [putting money into brown paper bag] Franklin, how many kids do you have?

Franklin - Four.

DM - And what happens to them if something happens to you?

Franklin - Be careful, Duncan. Don't do anything foolish.

DM - [picks up bag] Do I ever?

Franklin - Oh, MacLeod, I almost forgot... [hands his coat & hat to DM]

DM - What are these for?

Franklin - They'll want to make sure it's me.

DM - Oh. Okay. [puts hat on, leaves barge]

[DM walks down path, sits on empty bench facing the water. Simone walks up behind him, shoves gun against back of his neck.]

Simone - Don't turn around, Mr. Waterman. I've got a gun. Just leave the money on the bench and walk away. The drawing will be delivered to the gallery this afternoon.

DM - [recognizes her voice] Simone?

Simone - Don't turn around. I'll shoot.

DM - So shoot. [stands up, turns to face her]

Simone - All I want is the money. Right?

DM - No.

Simone - Please, you have to give it to me. [DM steps forward, grabs her wrist.] No!

DM - Let go of it. [takes gun from her] Sit down. [She sits.] Now, what's this about?

Simone - It'll be best for both of us if you do what you're supposed to.

DM - Where's the DaVinci? [Simone is silent.] Let's go talk to your boss.

Simone - He won't like this.

DM - I don't care. [pulls her to her feet & forces her away from bench toward canal path ³]

Simone - What are you, a cop or something?

DM - Or something. [senses 'buzz', stops, sees Kagan sitting on motorcycle nearby]

Man - [walking with woman to teller window] I would have been much happier if I could have stayed at home.

Woman - Oh, stop complaining.

[Camera pans across to next teller window. ⁴ DM is waiting for teller to return.]

Head Clerk - [returns to window carrying ledger book] You -- you say the account was opened in 1837?

DM - Yes. It was opened by my great-great grandfather. I suppose he had an eye to the future.

Head Clerk - [flips through pages in ledger] Oh. Oh, my goodness. Here it is. That's ten thousand francs... at five percent interest over ninety-three years... [scribbles on paper]

[Two men in overcoats (Kagan & Tarsis) get out of car, looking shifty.]

(resume previous scene)

Head Clerk - You have over one million francs.

DM - Oh, really.

Head Clerk - I hope monsieur is not planning to withdraw it.

DM - Oh, no, not today. Perhaps I should put it in a checking account.

Head Clerk - Ah. Mm. [DM senses 'buzz', turns away abruptly.] Monsieur?

[The two men outside sense 'buzz', enter bank, pull out guns & start shooting.]

Tarsis - Everybody stay calm, nobody gets hurt.

Man - Do whatever they want. Do whatever they want!

Kagan - [throws burlap sack at teller] Fill it. [takes hat from elderly man's head, holds it upside down] Okay, everybody, I want your cash and your wallets and your jewelry.

Tarsis - [standing near DM, watching Kagan] I taught him everything he knows.

DM - [coldly] You must be very proud.

Tarsis - Just making a buck. It's nothing personal.

DM - So long as nobody gets hurt, we can keep it that way.

Tarsis - You got a deal.

DM - It's not a deal. It's a warning.

Kagan - [taking collection] Thank you. [approaches woman, who whimpers] What? [puts gun in his pocket] Shh. Don't be frightened. CUT

Clarise - [trying to remove her gold choker] I can't -- I can't get it off.

Kagan - Then keep it. It's my gift to you.

Clarise - Thank you.

[Kagan leans forward & kisses her.]

Tarsis - [walks past] Some other time, huh?

Kagan - [pulls back from kiss, watches as Clarise smiles tentatively] That's better. [takes gun back out of pocket, moves back through crowd to collect sack from teller]

<Tarsis - [to woman in crowd] The ring. CUT

Woman - [tries to pull ring off] It's stuck...

[Tarsis pulls out a knife.]

Man - No, don't! [Woman's husband jumps at Tarsis, who knocks him down.] My God! No! Leave him alone!

[DM takes a step forward, but Kagan points gun at him & shakes his head.]

Tarsis - Hey! Everyone on the floor!

[Tarsis fires his Tommy gun in the air. He & Kagan leave the bank. He continues shooting outside & hits a woman. They get in their car as DM exits bank. DM bends toward woman, then jumps for cover as Tarsis fires another burst. Kagan & Tarsis drive away.]>

[Some nights later, Tarsis & Kagan enjoy the pleasures of scantily clad prostitutes and opium. They both sense 'buzz'. DM enters.]

Prostitute - [to DM] Bonsoir.

DM - Well, well, well. [walks past Kagan, who pulls out knife. DM turns, knocks him down. Tarsis approaches.] I warned you. [Tarsis nods, leads DM through building. DM tosses his walking stick at Chinese man.] Catch.

[Tarsis leads DM out of building, both with swords drawn. Tarsis turns suddenly & ⁵ attacks DM without warning. They begin to fight.]

DM - Cheating again, huh?> [defeats & beheads Tarsis, takes his Quickening, then senses 'buzz' as Kagan approaches with his sword out] This doesn't have to be between us, if you don't make it between us.

(resume previous scene)

Kagan - Duncan MacLeod. [pulls out revolver, shoots at DM]

[DM runs for cover. Simone runs to join Kagan on motorcycle.]

Simone - You know him?

[Kagan fires toward DM again, then rides away with Simone.]
 

Franklin - I should have called the police.

DM - They still want the money. They'll call you again, and when they do, you call me.

Franklin - It's only a sketch, Duncan, a piece of paper. You could have been hurt... killed.

DM - Let me worry about that.

Franklin - No, I won't have it on my conscience. [reaches for phone]

DM - Leave it! Please.

[Franklin sets phone down again.]

Maurice - [as DM enters] Oh, you are a little early, my friend, but I'm sure Anton can give you a little something. He does a Gazpacho -- superb!

DM - Well, I'm not really hungry tonight, Maurice. I have to talk to you.

Maurice - About Simone, yes?

DM - Yeah.

Maurice - She told me she saw you in the park.

DM - Did she?

Maurice - I knew you would know what to tell her. Brilliant! A trip is just what she needs.

DM - I'm sure it is.

Maurice - She said it was your little talk that convinced her to go.

DM - Oh, well, hmm, glad I could help. ⁶ Did she say where she was planning on going?

Maurice - Italy. The perfect place. Florence... Rome. I gave her a little money for the ticket.

DM - You're a good uncle, Maurice.

Maurice - Mm-hmm.

DM - Do you have her address? Maybe I can stop by and say bon voyage.

Maurice - Of course! [writes on waiters' pad] She will be happy to see you again. I hope you catch her before she leaves.

DM - Me, too.

Maurice - Mm-hmm. [tears address from pad, hands it to DM]

DM - Yeah. [folds paper, starts to leave]

Maurice - [calls after him] Bye.

DM - Bye. [leaves] ⁷

[Simone exits building, drives off in car as DM pulls up. DM follows her.]

Camille - All right. Off you go. [calls after her] Simone... Don't fall in love with him. ⁸

Kagan - [lying on bed] I've been waiting for you.

Simone - I got some money from my uncle. We can get out of town. The car's downstairs.

Kagan - There's no need to hurry.

Simone - What do you mean there's no need to hurry? MacLeod saw us. He knows me. He'll go to the police.

Kagan - He won't go to the police. Trust me. [kisses her]

DM - [enters] Hi. I'm looking for-- [is approached by several scantily clad ladies] Uhh -- Ah. Yeah, um-- [backs away, into parlor] Uh-- [is approached by two more ladies]

Lady1 - Hi.

Lady2 - Hello.

DM - Hello. Um, no. I was just -- I was looking for someone.

Camille - May I help you, monsieur?

DM - Uh, yeah. I was looking for a friend.

Camille - Aren't we all. [gestures toward the ladies] As you please.

DM - No, actually, I don't see her here at the moment. Her name's Simone.

Camille - Oh, I'm sorry, monsieur. Simone is, uh, otherwise engaged.

DM - Well, in that case, it's probably the guy she's with that I'm interested in.

Camille - Well, in that case, monsieur, I think you're in the wrong house.

[DM senses 'buzz'. Kagan appears tucking his t-shirt into his jeans. He sees DM & bolts.]

DM - I don't think so. [realizes what that seems to imply] Uh-- [follows Kagan]

[DM follows Kagan out.]

Kagan - [tosses his sword down] Go ahead.

DM - Pick it up.

Kagan - What for? We both know where this is going to lead.

DM - Pick it up!

Kagan - It's not like this world is gonna miss me or anything.

DM - Pick it up.

Kagan - You know, MacLeod, if I'm not a prince, it's because I wasn't raised by a king. Maybe if you'd found me instead of Tarsis...

[Super: Ireland, 1913]

Rudy - Come and get it, Kagan. [holds knife over his head, running]

Young Kagan - [chasing Rudy] That's my knife! Give it back! Give it to me! [grabs at Rudy] Give it back!

[They tussle. Young Kagan gets Rudy on the ground & starts kicking him.]

Rudy - Ah! Leave me alone! No!

[Tarsis watches from nearby with a smile.]

Young Kagan - [as Rudy runs off, whimpering] Run back to your mama, sissy.

[Tarsis approaches Young Kagan from behind, grabs him.]>

[Super: Paris, 1923]

Kagan - We did it again.

Tarsis - [follows Kagan to table] You know, Kagan, you're still too slow.

Kagan - [dumps money from bank robbery out of bag onto table] What are you talking about?

Tarsis - That guard, he almost had you. You're sloppy. You're slow. You're an amateur, and amateurs don't get paid. [grabs money from Kagan's hand, pushes him away from table]

Kagan - What are you doing? [grabs money back] Half that's mine.

Tarsis - You'll get it when you've earned it. [shoves Kagan away again. Kagan charges back, punches Tarsis. They fight. Kagan grabs a crowbar & knocks Tarsis down.] Okay. [chuckles] Okay. [lets Kagan help him to his feet] Not bad. Not bad at all. you know, this is a great day for you, Kagan. [picks up handgun, cocks it] Today, you become immortal. [shoots Kagan in the chest]

[short time later]

[Tarsis sits on a crate, waiting. Camera pans to where Kagan lies dead on the floor.] ⁹

Kagan - [revives, opens his eyes] I should be dead.

Tarsis - You'll be all right. Here. [offers flask] Try a swig of this.

Kagan - [sits up, takes drink from flask] What did you do to me?

Tarsis - I made you great. [pulls him to his feet] You've never been stronger or faster. Now you'll stay that way. You and me, Kagan, we've got a lot to talk about. [pulls out sword] We're gonna be raising hell forever. [hands sword to Kagan]

(resume previous scene)

Kagan - Everything I am is what he made me.

DM - Including a murderer.

Kagan - They were going to shoot us, shoot Simone. What was I supposed to do?

DM - You weren't supposed to even be there. [readies his sword]

Simone - Don't! No, MacLeod. Don't hurt him. [exits building with the DaVinci folder] Please, just take the picture. I don't want it. Just don't hurt him.

Kagan - You want the picture? Fine. You want me to go to prison? I'll go to prison. I'll do whatever you say.

DM - If I find out you're lying to me about those two men...

Kagan - I swear.

DM - So do I. [glares at Kagan, takes folder from Simone, leaves]
 

Franklin - [looking at DaVinci sketch displayed on easel] I owe you my life, Duncan.

DM - Let's not exaggerate, shall we?

Franklin - Okay. How about my house, my children's education, maybe my marriage and my eternal gratitude?

DM - Well, the last one I'll take.

Franklin - So, how did you do it?

DM - Does it matter?

Franklin - Uh, what do I tell the police?

DM - Whatever you like, so long as you keep my name out of it.

Franklin - You can't be serious. [off DM's look] I'll think of something.

DM - Thanks. Gotta go.

Franklin - [as DM leaves, raises champagne flute in toast] To you, Duncan.

Kagan - So, how'd it go? Was he happy? [DM walks past, not answering.] So everything's cool, right?

DM - For the moment.

Kagan - That's great.

DM - Just because I let you live doesn't mean we're friends.

Kagan - Fair enough. So, that's it?

DM - Not quite. Stay away from Simone.

Kagan - But I love her.

DM - Then do her a favor.

Kagan - You don't like me, do you? You really think I like being a thief, that I wouldn't rather be like you than me? I never learned how.

Tarsis - When you've got 'em down, you never let 'em get up. Mercy is for fools and priests.

Young Kagan - Who died and made you God?

Tarsis - A lot of people. How long you been on the streets?

Young Kagan - What do you care? [He tries to jab at Tarsis with the knife. Tarsis grabs his wrist, causing him to drop the knife.] Let go of me! CUT

Tarsis - I'll tell you how long. All your life. You never had parents. You never had anyone to look after you.

Young Kagan - I don't need anybody.

Tarsis - That's where you're wrong. You have no idea what you are. And from now on, you're mine.

(resume previous scene)

CUT

DM - Get a job. Earn something instead of stealing it.

Kagan - Maybe you can help me.

DM - I'm not a social worker. [leaves]

DM - [answering knock at door] Yeah, it's open.

Simone - [enters] May I come in?

DM - Sure. I thought you'd be halfway across the country by now.

Simone - If you were going to call the cops, they would have found me already.

DM - I can't say I didn't think about it.

Simone - But you didn't. Why not?

DM - Because your uncle is a very good friend of mine. It would break his heart. CUT

Kagan - [approaches as Maurice rings bell at door] Looking for Simone?

Maurice - It's none of your business.

Kagan - Wrong.

Maurice - [tries to push Kagan aside] Get out of my way.

Kagan - [grabs Maurice] Tell me, what does she do for that wrinkled old body of yours that you like so much? [slams Maurice against wall, pulls out knife, stabs it into back of Maurice's hand] Stay... away... from her. [pulls knife out, backs away, lets Maurice leave]

(resume previous scene)

Simone - After my mother died, my father fell apart. He started depending on me to be my mother... and not just for companionship. I was ten years old. Daddy's approval meant so much to me that I would do anything he asked. And he asked.

DM - Did you tell anybody about this?

Simone - There was no one to tell.

DM - What about Maurice?

Simone - He was a basket case. His wife died in the same accident my mom did. He crawled into a bottle of brandy and stayed there for five years. When he dried out, it didn't matter anymore.

DM - It matters.

Simone - Oh? To whom? To you?

DM - Yeah. And Maurice.

Maurice - [enters, his hand wrapped in a bandage] MacLeod...

DM - Maurice, what happened to you hand?

Maurice - It's nothing... I cut it at work. [sees Simone] I didn't know you were here.

Simone - There's a lot of things you don't know, but I'm sure your friend here will fill you in. [to DM] Thanks for everything.

DM - Why don't you stay for a while?

Simone - I gotta go. [leaves]

DM - I'll be right back, Maurice. [follows her]

DM - Simone. If you don't like what you are, you can change it. We'll help you.

Simone - I'll think about it.

DM - How did those two men die in the robbery?

Simone - How would I know? [leaves]

Maurice - [joins DM as Simone drives off] She's always in a hurry.

Kagan - [as Simone enters] Surprise.

Simone - Oh. Lucas... I thought you were gone.

Kagan - Without you? Impossible, my love. [kisses her passionately]

Maurice - [sets wine glasses forcefully on table] So. We've talked about the weather, the wine... When are we going to talk about Simone?

DM - Well, Simone is, uh, what she is, Maurice. She's my friend.

Maurice - I know, Duncan.

DM - What do you know? ¹⁰

Maurice - I know about Simone. I've been suspecting all along... What she was, what she is. Tonight I went to her apartment to talk to her. One of her clients knows how to use a stiletto. [raises his bandaged hand]

DM - Tall, twenty-five, good-looking?

Maurice - You know him? [DM gets up from table.] Where are you going? [follows DM out]

Simone - [in bed with Kagan] I'm so glad you came back.

Kagan - <I noticed.> ¹¹ CUT I'm going to get you out of this life, get you away from this -- this hellhole. I want you to do something for me. I want you to call MacLeod, get him over here.

Simone - What for? [Kagan pulls pistol from under his pillow.] Don't ask me to do this.

Kagan - You said you'd do anything for me.

Simone - Not this.

Kagan - [slaps her] You've been doing him, and you've been doing the old man who I stuck tonight.

Simone - You stabbed Maurice?

Kagan - Is that his name?

Simone - Get out. Just get out.

Kagan - No one sends me away. Nobody. [backs her up against a wall, kisses her, grabs stilleto from table & stabs her]

[DM drives up with Maurice. They get out of car & enter building. DM pauses to listen to police sirens nearby before entering.]>

Maurice - [enters, sees Simone's body on bed] Simone! [approaches bed, leans down] Simone.

DM - Come on. [pulls Maurice away & out of apartment, looks back at bed, follows Maurice out]

[Camera pans across to bed, ¹² holds on Simone's body.]
 

Maurice - [to detective] Au revoir, monsieur. [walks over to DM] I told them nothing, like you asked.

DM - Thanks. CUT Can you make it home okay?

Maurice - I'm going to get a gun and kill that bastard.

DM - Maurice, go home. I'll find him.

Maurice - But--

DM - I'll take care of this, but I have to do it on my own.

Maurice - But I'm responsible.

DM - No, you're not. Go on. Go home. [Maurice leaves. DM watches him go, then walks to his car & gets in. ¹³]

Camille - It's a pity we abolished the guillotine, monsieur, because that's what her murderer deserves.

DM - Do you know where I can find Kagan?

Camille - Won't do any good. That kind, they never pay the price.

DM - Sometimes they do.

Camille - There is a woman... someone he used to see before Simone. CUT She lives at 14 Quai Malaquais.

DM - Thanks.

Camille - I hope you find him.

DM - So do I. [leaves]

[Kagan exits #14, senses 'buzz', sees DM standing by his motorcycle.]

Kagan - [walks toward motorcycle] Hey, MacLeod. [sets bag & helmet down] How's things?

DM - Nice bike. [elbows Kagan in face, then punches him, knocking him down] Get up! [pulls him to his feet & slams him against fence]

Kagan - What the hell is this about?

DM - Simone. [punches him again] She's dead.

Kagan - Dead? [DM kicks him.] I tried to get her out of the business. I warned her. You never know who you're going to go home with.

DM - So it was one of her customers?

Kagan - Who else?

DM - Where were you last night?

<Kagan - CUT I was with a friend of mine. Ask her. She lives here. [points toward #14]>

DM - Really.

Kagan - I swear. Look, you told me to stay away from Simone. I stayed away. Maybe if I hadn't, she'd still be alive. Not that I think it's your fault, or anything.

DM - I guess I owe you an apology.

[DM holds his hand out. Kagan reaches for it, to shake. DM pulls him forward & kicks him again. Kagan grabs his sword from his bag, runs through gate in fence & locks it behind him.]

DM - Go ahead. Run, little boy, but I'll find you.

[Kagan runs down the quay & across a lock in the river. DM follows. Kagan runs along canal. DM follows.]

Kagan - I didn't kill anyone. I have an alibi.

DM - This isn't a court of law.

Kagan - [backing away] You're crazy. You're going to kill an innocent man? I never meant to harm anyone.

DM - I don't care what you meant.

[Kagan attacks. They exchange blows. Kagan reaches into his jeans pocket. DM pulls stilleto out of his coat pocket.]

DM - Looking for this? [Kagan rushes him. DM dodges, jabs stilleto into Kagan's chest.] I've seen that one before.

Kagan - [falls to his knees] This is an execution. I never had a chance.

DM - You had more of a chance than Simone did.

[Flashback to 1913
Tarsis - You have no idea what you are.]

[Flashback to 1923
Tarsis shoots Kagan, making him immortal.]

[Flashback to 1913
Young Kagan kicks Rudy on the ground.]

[Flashback to 1930
Tarsis fires Tommy gun in bank.]

[Flashback to 1913
Tarsis - And from now on, you're mine.]

Kagan - It's not my fault. He made me what I am.

DM - I know. [beheads him]
 

DM - This wasn't your fault.

Maurice - No? She was only ten when she lost everything. Someone should have been there. I should have been there.

DM - Sometimes you can't.

Maurice - If I had listened... If I had opened my eyes...

DM - You would have done something. Looking back, it's always easy to think of what you should have done.

Maurice - Did you find the man who did this?

DM - The man who did this, Maurice, is dead.