[Duncan turns his back and walks away. Methos shoots him in the
back.]
Methos: You are SUCH a pain in
the ass.


[Still at Luxembourg Gardens.]
Keane: I don't think we've met. Steven Keane.
Methos: So I heard. [Draws sword.]
Keane: I have no fight with you.
Methos: No, that's true if you leave Paris and leave Duncan
MacLeod alone.
Keane: The guy's got a lot of friends.
Methos: Good men often do.
Keane: Good man? You must not know him very well.
Methos: You would be surprised, Keane. Let him be.
Keane: You try and stop me and I'll start with you.
Methos: [sigh] Your call!
[Sword fight. Methos ends it by pulling a knife and stabbing Keane
in the gut as he's about to swing at Methos' head.]
Keane: You bastard.
Methos: Sticks and stones... [Lifts sword to behead Keane.]
Duncan: You do it and I'm next.
Methos: [slumps] I'm trying to save your head.
Duncan: I don't need your help! You kill him, I swear, Methos,
you face me.
Methos: [disbelieving laugh] Fine! It's your funeral.



[Inside the barge. Keane is waiting, sword in hand. He senses
a buzz.]
Keane: [mutters] Ah, there you are.
[Methos enters.]
Methos: Mac [Sees Keane, who gets up and points his sword
at Methos.]
Keane: Where's MacLeod?
Methos: I thought he'd be here. Do you mind putting that down,
or were you planning to use it?
Keane: What makes you think I won't?
Methos: I'm a student of human nature.
[Keane puts his sword to Methos' throat.]
Keane: Tell me where to find MacLeod.
Methos: I don't know.
[Keane pushes past Methos and walks out.]
Methos: I love good guys.


[At Methos' apartment.]
Amanda: That son of a bitch. That double-dealing swine.
You know there are cops all over my house? He even gave up my secret
stash of rainy day jewels. Well, one of 'em.
Methos: [pouring wine] Amanda, what did you expect? You
got him sent to prison. You think he's just going to sit there and
take it?
Amanda: I was trying to keep him alive and he turned on
me.
Methos: Correct me if I misunderstood, but this was after
you framed him, wasn't it? Have a drink. You'll feel better.
Amanda: You know, I was ratted out by my very best friend.
Methos: Well, I know how that feels. [Clinks glasses.]
Amanda: Methos, I was just trying to help him, you know.
I didn't care how mad he got at me as long as it kept him alive.
Methos: Look, you did your best, okay? So did I. Now it's
up to him. He's lived a long time, Amanda. It's not all luck.
Amanda: Yeah, but it's not all skill either. He's gone up
against some Immortals older than him, some better than him, and
he's always won. You know why? Because he doesn't give up — not
when he thinks he's right.
Methos: No, which can be bloody annoying, as we both know.
Amanda: You know, there's something different this time.
His heart's just not in it.

[Inside the barge.]
Duncan: You really thought I'd lose?
Methos: Yeah. And you didn't?
Duncan: It wasn't about that. You guys still don't get it,
do you?
Methos: No.
Duncan: I had to take responsibility for what I'd done.
Nothing you two could do was ever going to solve it for me. I had
to face him and fight the best fight of my life knowing he'd do
the same. It's just the Fates that decide the winner.
Methos: Trial by combat. Whoever survives is proved right
in the eyes of the law.
Duncan: Bright boy.
Amanda: But what if he comes after you again?
Duncan: He won't.
Amanda: How do you know that?
Duncan: Because I wouldn't.
Amanda: Well, he's not you.
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