EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - NIGHT

 
[MacLeod takes the folded NEWSPAPER from under his arm.]

MACLEOD - According to this you were found two weeks ago, wandering in a field. Your clothes were torn, and you were covered with blood. No I.D. You couldn't talk... [a look] Or you wouldn't. Ring a bell?

[She shakes her head. Nothing.]
 

[On a table, two EMPTY PLATES with remnants of a large meal. Hovering over a third plate, Kyra grips a cooked chicken, tearing into it like Henry VIII. MacLeod is uncorking a bottle of wine, watching incredulously as she devours everything in her path.

MACLEOD - I take it you liked the chicken.

[She shrugs, makes a non-committal noise, tearing off a chunk of chicken. He places the two glasses out and pours.]
 

 
GASTON - While your King entertains his precious slut,
 

 
KYRA - What was it you called Her Majesty, Queen Anne, your sovereign monarch?
 

 
KYRA - I think... I need to be alone for a while.

[MacLeod nods. He goes below deck. Kyra, deeply troubled, drinks in the night air, trying to calm herself. As she does, on the Quai below -- A COUPLE passes, arm in arm, lovers out for a late stroll. As Kyra watches them, she suddenly sees--]

[FLASH - KYRA’S MEMORY -- A MAN'S FACE: Handsome, bearded, late 40s -- smiling with obvious love.]

[RESUME KYRA: the flash is gone.]

KYRA - Who are you... who are you?! [She tries again...]

[ANOTHER FLASH - KYRA’S MEMORY: the interior of an APARTMENT -- and the SAME MAN standing in it. As he turns to look at her the image fades.]

[RESUME KYRA: The memories are tantalizingly, agonizingly out of reach. She digs her fists into her temples, tries to force them to come. Finally--]

[FLASH - KYRA’S MEMORY - AN APARTMENT: An EXTERIOR with an elegant facade. And in the entranceway the DISTINCTIVE STATUE she stumbled past before, when she ran from the man with the briefcase.]

[RESUME KYRA reacting in shock. She KNOWS that statue... and she knows where she saw it last. And OFF her face, as she leaves the barge--]
 

 
RICHARD - How can two people live out of those for a month?

KYRA - (O.S.) I don't know about you...

[ANGLE - THE BALCONY where KYRA stands on the railing, balancing on one leg, like a tai-chi version of Isadora Duncan.]

KYRA - (CONT'D) But I wasn't planning on wearing any clothes. [beat] You know there's a fabulous view from up here?
 

 
RICHARD - [between kisses] The car...?

KYRA - Always late. [between kisses] Which means... we have a few moments...
 

RADOVIC - (O.S.) I wouldn't be too concerned about it.
 

[On the TAXIDERMY TABLE, the body of Lazlo is laid out. Radovic is looking him over with detached curiosity as an upset Zep stands nearby.]

RADOVIC - You did well.

ZEP - You call this well?! Lazlo's dead.

RADOVIC - True. He's not going dancing.

[He walks around Lazlo, looks at him thoughtfully.]

RADOVIC - (CONT'D) If you really miss him, I could have him mounted.

[He puts his thumbs in Lazlo's mouth, pulls the lips into a snarl, and considers the effect.]

RADOVIC - (CONT'D) An improvement, I think. [releasing the lips] Too bad I couldn't make him smarter.

ZEP - General, she walked right up to us and shot him! Through the door!
 

 
RADOVIC - Call. Tell her we meet in the Lumiton Power Station.
 

[A huge, squat utilitarian building, several stories high. State-of-the-art megawatts, forty years too late. Nuclear power has made it a dinosaur.]
 

[A broad stretch of uneven concrete with an ELEVATOR HOUSING, several large VENTILATOR SHAFTS. Zep is there, another of Radovic's men, TOVIC. Both armed with Uzis -- both pulled from the same temp pool. They spread out across the roof, patrolling the perimeter.]