DAWSON - Methos disappeared right after you did.
 

 
MACLEOD - Landry knew it... So did Richie. That's why they're dead.
 

 
MACLEOD - I don't know. Maybe even its Game has rules.

DAWSON - Now the devil's got a rule book.
 

[Two women stand waiting for a bus. One is SOPHIE BAINES, 26, pretty but doesn't know it. Somewhat rumpled and harried in appearance. An academic who's spent the last ten years over a computer terminal instead of living. (Think Sandra Bullock at the beginning of "The Net.") She carries a shoulder-bag overflowing with books and papers. She's the type whose eyeglasses always seem to be falling down her nose. Her friend ANNA TREMAINE, a little older, an academic like her, but more composed, is nearby.]

SOPHIE - I'll never get these papers catalogued in time.

[The heavy bag falls from her shoulders. Papers spill out. Anna bends down to help her pick them up.]

ANNA - You know what you need, Sophie?

SOPHIE - A winning lottery ticket?

ANNA - A husband. [off Sophie's look] What was wrong with Henri?

SOPHIE - He smelled... Fish, garlic... [wrinkling her nose] Even after he showered.
 

 
ANNA - (O.S.) But it's miles! You'll never make it in time. Sophie... Sophie...

[Sophie doesn't react. She walks along the sidewalk with a dazed, distracted look -- a sleepwalker's eyes.]
 

 
HORTON - Death is so relative. [beat] Still, it must bother you that you killed him.

[MacLeod feels his anger rising but controls it, forces himself to stay calm.]

MACLEOD - We both know who killed Richie...

HORTON - You cut your best friend's head off and somehow I'm responsible. [cold] You know, all of this would never have happened if you'd just left it alone.

MACLEOD - We'd have met. Sooner or later.
 

 
MACLEOD - You on the next train back to hell.

[He takes a step towards Horton.]
 

 
DAWSON - [beat] I've been your Watcher for 19 years. Probably know you better than I know myself. I know you're not perfect... but I know whatever you do, you believe it's for the good. [beat]
 

 
MACLEOD - What if I'm crazy?

DAWSON - Then you're crazy. [beat] Maybe I am, too.

[MacLeod knows the faith this has taken on Dawson's part.]

MACLEOD - Thanks.

[And the tension between the two men is broken.]
 

 
DAWSON - How do you know?
 

 
SOPHIE - Please don't bother.

MACLEOD - It's not a bother.

SOPHIE - I don't like causing people trouble.

MACLEOD - [a smile] Really, it's no trouble.

[He opens the door of his Citroen.]
 

 
[THE CAR RADIO erupts in an explosion of sound. A SATANIC CHORD rings out -- a shrieking anguish of music -- piercing MacLeod's skull like a hot knife. Followed by HORTON'S VOICE -- as a demented, demonic deejay.]

HORTON (V.O.) - [shouting] We got a stage ten sulphur alert today, and traffic is Hell!

[MacLeod reaches in and cranks the knob, tries to turn the radio off. Nothing happens.]

HORTON (V.O.) - [CONT'D] Our next one goes out to an old friend. Here they are, just for you, MacLeod... The Undead!
 

[A shaken Sophie helps a limping Andrew into the house. Clean, but not tidy, there are books, papers, and computer disks piled about. There is a moment of silence between brother and sister.]

SOPHIE - You okay? [He nods.] You shouldn't have hit him.

ANDREW - I thought he was going to hurt you.

SOPHIE - I know you think you have to be the man of the house.
 

 
DAWSON - They borrowed him, and so did others.
 

 
SOPHIE - Who you are? How'd you get in here? I don't have to listen to this.
 

 
HORTON - You remember these?

[He lifts something out to her -- the SATCHEL she left behind, and her glasses.]

SOPHIE - My bag. My glasses. Where did you get them?

[She reaches for the satchel -- but it turns to SAND.]

HORTON - Didn't say please.

[She backs away, bumps into a table. There's a PHONE there. She grabs it and dials angrily.]
 

 
MACLEOD - Don't you know?

SOPHIE - Who is it? Who's in there?
 

[Dawson is trying to digest what MacLeod has told him.]

DAWSON - You're certain it was her? Not some double, a twin sister...

MACLEOD - [breaking in, firmly] Joe? It was her. [beat] Either you believe I'm right... or you believe I'm crazy.

[Dawson looks him in the eyes a BEAT.]

DAWSON - [quietly] No. You're not crazy. [He moves around the bar, rattled.] God in heaven. What the hell did I sign on for?

MACLEOD - It's not too late, Joe. You can still get out.

DAWSON - [reacting sharply] Did I say that? Did I say I wanted out? [beat] If you're right about this thing, about what it is, what it'll do, then my life, your life, means nothing compared to stopping it. [beat] I'm staying. If it kills me, I'll be in good company. [beat] Mac. How do we destroy the Devil?

MACLEOD - Landry knew.

[MacLeod's gaze drifts off and we see his memory--]

[MACLEOD'S MEMORY - TEASER FROM "ARCHANGEL"
SCENE 51803: As MacLeod goes after "Horton", Jason Landry walks after him, calling out his warning "I haven't taught you how to fight him."]

[RESUME SCENE - THE PRESENT]

MACLEOD - Sophie Baines worked with Landry.

DAWSON - And now she's working with Ahriman.

MACLEOD - She's all I have.

DAWSON - Mac, this thing scares the hell out of me.

MACLEOD - [beat] Me too.

[As they exchange a look...]
 

 
HORTON - And they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Soon you'll be learning all about pain. Think of it. In agony for eternity.

 
MACLEOD - You won't think so when I kill you.

[Horton takes another tack, draws a finger across a counter, doodling in the dust, creating a small, dusty whirlwind. (Note: To be done in Post.)]

 
HORTON - [pitying] It's like watching apes trying to understand gravity.

 
MACLEOD - There's nothing I want more than killing you.

 
HORTON - Who shall it be? I know...

[As he utters the names, we see FITZCAIRN in the barge.]
(Note: these will be CLIPS from previous episodes, edited to look as if the character is in the same scene as MacLeod. Please note: we are searching for appropriate clips where the characters speak so we can match properly.)

[MacLeod turns away from Fitz.]

MACLEOD - No...

HORTON - Here's another blast from the past...

[And suddenly RICHIE is there, smiling at MacLeod from the other side of the barge.]

MACLEOD - No. No, they're dead! [MacLeod feels his gut being wrenched by fish hooks, but he forces himself to turn away.] It won't work. You can't, you can't tempt me.

HORTON - I'm just getting warmed up. [beat] You haven't looked behind door number three...

 
[With a supreme effort MacLeod wrenches his eyes away, shoves his fists into his temples.]

MACLEOD - No!

HORTON - She could live forever, MacLeod... I'd make you a king, and she could be your queen.

 
[He turns, indicates a group of teenagers playing soccer nearby. One of them is Sophie's brother, Andrew.]

HORTON - Look at them all. Happy, full of hope and promise... Life, Sophie. Don't you want that life? Wouldn't you do anything to keep it? There's so much you haven't done... you could still do. [relentless] Or do you want to be back in that drawer? Cold, lifeless, food for the worms...

 
[Andrew pounds the railing with his machete.]

ANDREW - No! No, no...

[then he turns to MacLeod, the machete raised. His anger spent, it turns to grief. The machete falls from his hand as he sags helplessly, tears streaming down his face. MacLeod pushes to his feet, moves painfully over to Andrew. The boy raises his tear-strained face.]

ANDREW - [beat] What do I do now?

MACLEOD - You remember, and go on.

FADE OUT.

[MacLeod is pouring over old scrolls and documents as Dawson enters, carrying a small clay tablet.]

DAWSON - Sophie's brother is staying with some cousins in the south. [beat] He'll make it.

MACLEOD - I hope so.