[Duncan enters Adam Pierson's house.]
Duncan: Adam? Adam Pierson? You Adam Pierson?
Methos: Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. Have
a beer. Mi casa es su casa.
Duncan: Methos?

[Walking outside.]
Duncan: Five thousand years.
Methos: Yeah, give or take. And that was when I took my
first head. Before that, it all starts to blur.
Duncan: I guess it would. So have you, uh
Methos: Made any sense of it? Found any purpose?
Duncan: What? You read minds too?
Methos: No, it's what I'd ask if I just met me.
Duncan: I just didn't think you existed.
Methos: Ah, it's good to be a myth.
Duncan: Yeah, no one hunts for a myth. Or a Watcher.
Methos: What better place to hide? I'm in charge of finding
myself, and I make sure it never happens. Even got a few entries
on you in my journal.
Duncan: You keep a diary?
Methos: I've been keeping it almost since writing began.
Duncan: That would make a hell of a read.
Methos: You could say that. How many people have stood on
the same stage with Julius Caesar and the Rolling Stones?
Duncan: So you know about Kalas.
Methos: Yeah, he killed a good friend.
Duncan: Yeah, now he'll be coming for Adam Pierson.
Methos: You think I'd still be around if I was an easy mark?
Duncan: When was the last time you faced anyone?
Methos: Uh, what are we? Sixth of March, uh, 200 years.
Duncan: [sarcastically] Oh, that's good.
Methos: Hey, I may be a bit rusty but I'm still here.
Duncan: Well, let's keep it that way. I'll stay close.
Methos: You cannot fight my battles for me, MacLeod.

[Adam Pierson's house.]
Answering Machine: Adam Pierson
here. You can leave your message after the beep.


[Kalas intercepts Methos as he arrives home.]
Kalas: [usual contemptuous sneer] So you're the famous Adam
Pierson.
Methos: At the moment.
Kalas: I was in your house. Found a diary there. Pity I
couldn't read the hieroglyphics, but the Ancient Greek was most
enlightening.
Methos: You should have been there.
[They draw swords and fight.]
Kalas: You've been out of the game too long.
[They both fall over the side of a bridge. When Kalas comes out
of the water, Methos has disappeared.]

[Methos intercepts Duncan in a tunnel near the barge, night.]
Duncan: Methos. Kalas found you? Is he dead?
Methos: No. [Draws sword and attacks Duncan.]
Duncan: Why?!
Methos: Because there can be only one!
[Sword fight ends with Duncan's sword at Methos' neck.]
Methos: What are you waiting for, MacLeod?
Duncan: No! [Throws down his sword.]
Methos: I'd have killed you.
Duncan: No, you would have made a mistake and then let me
take your head.
Methos: You think I wanna die? Do you think it's easy after
thousands of years?
Duncan: Then why?
Methos: Because if you don't kill me, Kalas will.
Duncan: Not unless I get him first.
Methos: And if you don't? I cannot beat him. I have tried.
He will take my head and then he will have the strength to take
yours.
Duncan: So after 5000 years, your only solution is that
I kill you?
Methos: He can beat me. He might beat you. He can't beat
both of us.
Duncan: If it's that simple, why don't you take my head.
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