I want it all,
I want it all,
I want it all,
And I want it now.
I Want It All

Excerpts from the "Revelation 6:8" script, including a cut scene that shows how Methos left the Horsemen.

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
(Revelation 6:8, KJV Bible)

[The woods, Ukraine. Kronos and Methos are riding horses.]

Methos: I've been spending too much time in cities.

Kronos: Two days on an aeroplane, and another two on a horse. I hope you're not wasting my time.

Methos: I thought you enjoyed my company.

Kronos: Even for you, Methos, my patience has limits.

Methos: Ah, this is the place. I'm telling you, Kronos, he's here. Would I lie to you?

Kronos: Have you ever done anything else? This is what I've dreamt of every night for the last 2000 years. The four of us reunited.

Methos: Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "dream team."

Kronos: Ah, it'll be like the old days. Better. Whatever we want, we have.

Methos: Or else we take.

Kronos: That's the spirit.

[They see Silas chopping wood and dismount.]

Kronos: It's Silas.

Methos: It's been over a thousand years. He might not remember us.

Kronos: He'll remember. What we were, you don't forget.

Methos: And if he doesn't want to come with us?

Kronos: He'll come.

[Silas throws an ax into a tree between Kronos and Methos then laughs.]

Kronos: I guess he remembers.

Silas: [laughs] Brothers!

[Silas greets Methos with a bear hug. Methos smiles.]

Methos: Good to see you too, Silas.

Silas: We ride?

Methos: We ride.

[Methos, Kronos and Silas clasp hands.]

Kronos: Come, we have much to do.

[Asylum for the criminally insane, Bucharest, Romania.]

Doctor: This is a highly irregular request. It will take weeks, perhaps months.

Methos: Well, we'd like him now.

Doctor: We have procedures, gentlemen. Patience is a virtue. I'm afraid my hands are tied.

Kronos: Then perhaps this will help you to untie them. [Hands doctor an envelope.] Twenty-five thousand dollars, US. Now it seems to me, doctor, that you have a procedural choice to make: Forget your impeccable paperwork, hm? I give you $25,000; you give me Caspari. Or you keep Caspari and you lose everything.

[Silas plays a recorder while Methos watches Kronos and the doctor.]

Doctor: This way, gentlemen.

[The dungeons.]

Doctor: What are you going to do with Caspari?

Kronos: Rehabilitate him.

Doctor: [laughs] You serious?

Kronos: Um hm.

Doctor: You can't be serious.

Methos: Why? What did he do?

Doctor: Nobody knows how many people he killed. They found parts in his basement, in his garden, in his freezer.

Silas: So why don't they execute him?

Doctor: Ah, in a less progressive age, a man like him would have been. But today, we are more humane.

Inmate: He's here! The dark man is here! It's you!

Doctor: [?] He's harmless. He's been saying that for 30 years.

Kronos: One day he may be right.

Doctor: And one day Romania will be the superpower.

[They approach Caspian's cell.]

Doctor: I don't know what you want him for, but believe me, this one is better off dead.

Methos: [mutters] Very humane.

Kronos: Open the door.

[Doctor opens cell door and they go in. Caspian shouts like an animal.]

Doctor: Are you sure you wouldn't like to consider another candidate?

Kronos: Unchain him.

Doctor: I think I should call security.

[Kronos cuts Caspian's chains with his sword. Caspian chokes the doctor.]

Doctor: [begging] Get him off me.

Kronos: Why?

[Doctor dies. Methos backs into a corner of the cell.]

Caspian: Stop! [Picks up a roach that Methos was about to step on.] They are better alive. [Eats roach.]

Methos: Bon appetit.

Kronos: Come, Caspian. I have bigger game for you outside.

[Methos is the last to leave the cell. He drops a matchbook on the floor before leaving.]

[Kronos' hideout, an abondoned submarine base in Bordeaux, France.]

Silas: Methos! Hey, Methos! What the hell is this place?

Methos: [Sitting, reading at a round table.] This is Kronos' idea of Camelot.

Silas: So, where are the stables, hm? The horses?

[Methos shakes his head.]

Silas: Well, how do we ride?

Caspian: Where have you been for the last 2000 years, idiot? Living in the woods. And now you think we can just mount up and gallop down Broadway?

Silas: We can do whatever we please.

Caspian: Right. Four guys on horseback. Wild masks. They'll think we're in a circus.

Silas: They won't think it for long, will they?

It was really Highlander swordmaster F. Braun McAsh who threw the ax into the tree between Valentine Pelka and Peter Wingfield. His first throw splintered bark at Val.

Caspian: We're having a friend for dinner. Tell me what's best with rodent — red or white?

Silas: Eat him, and I eat you.

Caspian: You're crazy. You should have been in the madhouse instead of me.

[Silas and Caspian cross weapons again. Kronos enters.]

Kronos: Put them down. Do it now. We never raise a blade against each other. Isn't that right, Methos?

Methos: [smiles] You said it.

Kronos: We are the Four Horsemen. No band of men has ever been more cruel or more feared. Remember that.

[They clasp each other's hands. Methos is the last to join in.]

[Kronos' hideout.]

Kronos: Silas, my brother, why would we ride with sword and ax when today there are weapons of unimaginable power?

Methos: Weapons ready to plunge the Earth into generations of darkness.

Kronos: If we choose. What more could we ask for? What better time for us to come together than in the scientific age? Just think of what men like us can do. Men without conscience, without fear. Think of the destruction. The devastation. The death. A world of anarchy and madness. Now you think of that. And dream. The weapons of today are different, but it all comes down to the same thing — there are the conquerors and there are the conquered.

Caspian: You wanna conquer the world with monkeys?

Kronos: Not with that, with this — glorious virus. AIDS, ebola, and now mine. It doesn't have a name and it doesn't have a cure. Tell me, Caspian, were you in England when the plague struck?

[Caspian smiles.]

Kronos: [smiles] I was.

Caspian: You have a plan?

Kronos: I have a few thoughts. I have a few dollars, enough for a start. Now we have Methos; now we have a plan.

Methos: What did you have in mind?

Kronos: Once we rode out of the sun bringing death at the point of a sword. There was no man and no Immortal who could stand before us. We were death on horseback. They called us the end of the world. Well, gentlemen, I want to give them what they fear most — the apocalypse.

[Kronos' hideout.]

Thanks to the Survivor TV show, Caspian's question has been answered! A newspaper article referring to the show, said that "according to Brooke Correll of Wineshopper.com, the selection of beverage depends on how the rat is prepared. A grilled rat steak goes best with German pinot noirs, while raw rat should be paired with a nice chardonnay containing hints of tropical fruit and butterscotch."

Kronos: A bomb with the virus in a fountain? How many do you think that would kill? You've gone soft, Methos.

Caspian: [mocking] I'm scared. Are you scared?

Methos: It's a prelude. Have you read Aristotle's Poetics? No, of course not. You haven't even seen Casablanca. What is the first rule of great drama? Start small and build. A fountain to get their attention. Then a public pool to kill a hundred. Then a stadium to kill 10 thousand. Then one drop of the virus in the city's water supply. Within a week...

Kronos: And then a country.

Methos: You want to own the world, you offer them a choice: The Horsemen rule or they all die.

Kronos: The Horsemen rule or the world dies. Has a nice ring to it. I forgot how good you were, Methos.

[Methos smiles.]

Kronos: We begin tonight.

[Kronos' hideout.]

Silas: Methos, you look troubled.

Methos: Just thinking.

Silas: Ah, you were always good at that, eh? And after all these years, you still are.

Methos: [?]

Silas: It's nothing like the old days, is it?

Methos: What do you mean?

Silas: I don't like this killing from a distance. I like to feel my ax in my hands. Look into my enemy's eyes before I strike.

Methos: Soon enough.

Silas: You don't think the virus will work.

Methos: It will work. Silas, for 2000 years, we've lived without this. We have lived without the blood, the fear, the power.

Silas: And for 2000 years, I've dreamed of the day when we would ride again! Like you always said, Methos — we live, we grow stronger, and we fight.

Methos: [gives Silas a searching look] I'll see you later.

Silas: Do you think he'll let me have one?

Methos: What?

Silas: Monkey. I like this one.

Methos: I'll ask him.

Silas: Thank you, brother.

[Hotel de Seze, Bordeaux, France. Phone rings.]

Duncan: Hello.

Methos: Elysium church. Thirty minutes. Come alone. [Hangs up.]

[Elysium church.]

Duncan: Well, I'm here.

Methos: Yeah, thanks.

Duncan: Why'd you lie to me?

Methos: About what?

Duncan: About Cassandra. About who you were.

Methos: I have been many things, MacLeod.

Duncan: And who're you now?

Methos: [smiles] Why'd you think I didn't tell you? I knew how you'd react. What I've done, you can't forgive. That's not in your nature. Well, you accept it.

Duncan: Accept what?! That a friend I trusted with my life slaughtered innocent people for what? A few head of cattle? What are you going to tell me, Methos? That's how the world was?

Methos: No, the world was how we made it.

Duncan: No, the world was how you chose to make it. How you chose to slaughter her people and burn her village.

Methos: And I chose to take her prisoner.

Duncan: And?

Methos: There's more...

[Flashback: Bronze Age, Horsemen's camp.]

Kronos: Another day well spent, Methos. Come, let's celebrate. Divide our bounty.

Methos: You can have my share. I'm tired.

[Kronos watches him suspiciously.]

[Flashback continued: Horsemen's camp, Methos' tent. Cassandra gives Methos a drink.]

Methos: It's good.

Cassandra: I cooled it in the river for you. [Starts wiping dirt off Methos' hands.] You rode far? [And wiping dirt off his face.]

Methos: Yes.

[Methos touches Cassandra's cheek with his hand. Kronos enters.]

Kronos: My compliments, brother. You taught her well in everything, I see.

In an earlier version of the script, Kronos was going to use a big bomb to kill tens of thousands. The bomb in the fountain was a precursor to that. This was later changed to a lethal virus, with the bomb in the fountain carrying a virus instead of explosives.

Methos: Well, she had a lot to learn.

Kronos: And it seems she keeps the best fruit for you.

Methos: It's no different from the rest.

Kronos: Maybe it just tastes better in here. Made quite a prize of her, haven't you?

Methos: She's no different from the others.

Kronos: Except you seem to prefer her to all others. Why is that? You've grown attached.

Methos: [long pause] No.

Kronos: Good. I didn't think you'd make a mistake like that, brother. Because now it's time to share the spoils of war.

[Methos gives Cassandra a sidelong glance then turns away to let Kronos have her.]

Cassandra: No!

Kronos: Ah, you've left some spirit in her, brother. I like that. After I finish, maybe I'll let Caspian have her. [Drags Cassandra out tent.]

Cassandra: No! Methos, please! No! Methos, please! Methos!

[Methos appears to ignore her and starts cutting a fruit, but the knife slips and he cuts his hand.]

[Church graveyard.]

Methos: I could have stopped her, but I didn't. She escaped across the wilderness, and she must have died a dozen times from heat and thirst before she found a village that would take her in, and I bet it was worth it just to get away from us.

Duncan: So what are you doing with Kronos now?

Methos: Same as always, trying to survive. And if you want Cassandra to live, you'll get her as far away from here as you can.

Duncan: What?! And let Kronos go?

Methos: You don't have a choice, MacLeod. You can't stop him. I can't stop him. Nobody can!

Duncan: [sarcastically] Yeah, four guys on horseback are gonna rule the world.

Methos: The world doesn't change. Not in 500 years. Not in 5000. It's only the details that change. Kronos didn't torch those villages for a few coins. He torched them to watch them burn. And now he'll have a nuclear bomb or a planeload of Napalm, but the effect will be the same — the world living in fear of the Horsemen.

Duncan: You expect me just to let that happen? You should know me better than that.

Methos: I came to warn you. The first step towards Kronos' brave new world will happen tonight.

Duncan: Where? When?

Methos: In a fountain in the Place de Quinconces.

Duncan: You set a bomb?

Methos: Do you know anything about ebola, MacLeod? Well, there are worse things in the world — if you look — and Kronos looked. He's bred a virus. No cure. It's very exotic. He's got cages of monkeys he's been testing it on. He's got enough to destroy half of Europe. Now a little bit in a fountain will only kill a few — but it's a start.

Duncan: The water supply's next.

Methos: Bright boy.

Duncan: Let's go.

Methos: Oh no no no. If I go up against him, I lose.

Duncan: Going with the winner?

[Methos smiles enigmatically.]

Duncan: So why are you here, Methos? What game are you playing?

Methos: It's in the bottom of the fountain, just above the water line. White, then black, then red.

Duncan: Don't do this. You have a choice.

Methos: And you have 24 minutes.

[Kronos' hideout.]

Kronos: Your bomb didn't go off. Not much of a plan, was it?

Methos: Well, I'll think of better.

Kronos: I'm sure you will. Otherwise I'm going to have to improvise. By the way, where were you?

Methos: I was just—

Kronos: Warning your friend. You didn't really think I wouldn't know you'd tell MacLeod, did you?

Methos: It's not like you think it is.

Kronos: Ah, it's exactly like I think. My dearest brother, that's what makes you my perfect right arm — we think alike. We always have.

Methos: [laughs] I doubt that, Kronos. No one thinks quite like you.

Kronos: [chuckles] Spoken like a true scholar. [Holds up a remote control.] Look at this. All I have to do is punch in a few numbers. A small vial explodes in the reservoir above Bordeaux, and then, well, you know what happens next, don't you? We all have our own little plans. I'm sure you won't disappoint me. Come with me. I have something else to show you.

[Kronos' hideout, looking down on Cassandra's cage.]

Kronos: She was asking about you. You knew exactly what you were doing when you sent MacLeod to that fountain, didn't you? So I did what you expected — I went and got Cassandra while she was unprotected. That was the plan, wasn't it?

[Methos closes eyes and nods.]

Kronos: You see, I know you better than you know yourself.

Methos: Which is why the plan was perfect.

Kronos: You plans always are. I wonder what your friend MacLeod thinks of you now though.

Methos: Think I care?

Kronos: You should. You lured him away. When he comes back, he finds that someone has stolen his woman. I mean if that— If that was me, I'd want you dead.

Methos: Well then, we should prepare for MacLeod to come here.

Kronos: Already thought of that.

Methos: [pauses speechless] Did you send Caspian or Silas?

Kronos: [smile] Both.

[Kronos' hideout, by Cassandra's cage.]

Methos: You should eat.

[Cassandra kicks the food away.]

Methos: This is familiar.

Cassandra: I'm not your sorry little slave anymore. I know what I am now. What you are. You may have fooled MacLeod, but you never fooled me.

Methos: I wasn't trying to fool anyone.

Cassandra: If MacLeod knew what you really are, he'd have taken your head long ago.

Methos: Well, he had his chance. He didn't. [pause] It wasn't all bad when we were together.

Cassandra: I only served you because you forced me.

Methos: [shakes head] Don't hate yourself. Stockholm Syndrome. It's like Patty Hearst. Hostages come to rely on their captors for food, for approval, and they fall in love.

Cassandra: [laughs] I never loved you.

Methos: You thought you did. You thought I would protect you. You forgot what I was.

Cassandra: [bangs cage] I forgot nothing! I'll take your head with my bare hands — you and Kronos—

Methos: I have seen what happens to people that go up against him. If we want to survive, we will keep him happy.

Cassandra: I didn't do it then, and I won't now. I'd rather die.

Methos: Well, then you'll die. And you can forget about MacLeod. MacLeod is dead.

[Kronos' hideout, by Cassandra's cage.]

Kronos: [to Silas] If MacLeod even gets close, kill her.

Cassandra: He's alive?!

Kronos: Not for long.

Cassandra: [to Methos] You've failed.

Kronos: [to Methos] Come with me, my clever friend. You and I are going to poison a city.

[Silas starts sharpening his ax.]

[Kronos' hideout.]

Duncan: The three Horsemen of the Apocalypse doesn't exactly have the same ring, now does it, Kronos? What are you gonna do now?

Kronos: You're not going to be around long enough to find out.

Duncan: Oh, we'll see about that.

Kronos: Think of Cassandra. Lay down your sword and she lives. Fight and win — or lose — she dies. Come on, MacLeod. Your life for hers, what do you say?

Duncan: I think she'd rather be dead.

Kronos: Your call.

Duncan: [to Methos] You set me up.

"She had a lot to learn" was in the script but was edited out of both the US- and Euro- versions of the episode.

Kronos: He's the master. [to Methos] Tell Silas to finish her. And let her know it was MacLeod's decision.

Duncan: Methos, don't do this!

Methos: Like you said, I go with the winner.

"He's the master" was in the script but was edited out of both the US- and Euro- versions of the episode.

[Kronos' hideout, by Cassandra's cage.]

Silas: MacLeod's here?

Methos: Yes.

[Cassandra screams as Silas pulls her out cage. Methos points his sword at Silas.]

Silas: You're challenging me? For the girl's head? Take it. She's yours, brother.

Methos: I am not your brother! [Clanks sword against Silas' ax.]

Silas: How can you do this? How can you go against what you are?

Methos: You don't know anything about me!

[They fight.]

[Kronos' hideout. For female fans: Methos' quickening groan.]

Methos: I killed Silas! I liked Silas!

Cassandra: Now I'm supposed to forgive you?! [Raises ax to behead him.]

Duncan: Cassandra!

Cassandra: You want him to live?

Duncan: Yes, I want him to live.

[Cassandra still doesn't put down ax.]

Duncan: Cassandra! I want him to live!

[Cassandra lowers ax and drops it as Methos sobs.]

[In a cemetery.]

Duncan: But you had to know Kronos would come for you one day.

Methos: I tried not to think about it.

Duncan: You could have killed him. Why didn't you?

Methos: I wanted to, but we were brothers, in arms and blood and everything except birth, and if I judged him worthy to die, then I judged myself the same way. And I wanted to live. I still do.

Duncan: Kronos was right. You set the whole thing up, didn't you?

Methos: What do you mean?

Duncan: You knew he'd come after Cassandra, and you let him 'cause you knew I'd come after her. You couldn't kill him, but you hoped I could.

Methos: Maybe. [Walks away.]

Duncan: [skeptical] Maybe. [Follows him.] Methos, what about Cassandra?

Methos: One of a thousand regrets, MacLeod. One of a thousand regrets.

[They walk away in separate directions.]

Additions and corrections: Cary Spratt.

They had to bring in a barge in order to film the Methos/Silas fight in the proper line-of-sight to the Kronos/Duncan fight. In the original script, Kronos and Duncan were going to be fighting on the grounds of a chateau while Methos and Silas fought on a balcony above.

Peter Wingfield wore a helmet camera when Methos was dodging Silas' ax swings in the hallway but the footage was unusable.

Silas' ax weighed 9 lbs. When Silas swung his ax at Methos as he was backing over the footbridge, the ax broke and parts went flying. Methos' best tactic was just to avoid the ax as opposed to trying to counter Silas' swings.

According to Highlander swordmaster F. Braun McAsh, the backhanded beheading stroke Methos used on Silas (and on Kristin in "Chivalry") is a result of Bronze Age weapons being shorter and less sharp. The backhand that starts over the head develops enough power to compensate for this. I guess Methos hasn't changed his sword technique much in 3000 years!

F. Braun McAsh designed Kronos' sword as a very customized broadsword.

It took a lot to kill Kronos — Duncan had to perform an upper cut then a downward cut, then place his sword against Kronos' neck, then grab Krono's hair and then drag Kronos head through the blade!