[Dumpster Fire]
p8.
[The sun is setting over the farm as Methos changes out a lightbulb over the sink. He watches Connor out in the north field begin to sit and meditate where they buried Reggie. Duncan comes into the kitchen for a drink and a moment of rest.]
Methos: "Are you seeing this?"
[Duncan dismisses the question with a straight answer.]
Duncan: "No."
Methos: "He's sitting next to Reggie's grave like a Shishi would be positioned at a temple door! Reggie's spirit was consumed with his Quickening... So what would Connor be guarding?"
Duncan: "I really don't know with this one."
Methos: "You lived with a Native American tribe, didn't you?"
[Duncan leans back in his chair and pauses at that question.]
Duncan: "You know I did! Why do you ask?"
Methos: "Is it true the elders could communicate with the spirit world during a time of passing?"
Duncan: "They were an extremely spiritual people! Many tribes had different ways."
[Methos looks back out the window, intrigued. as Connor sits far off in the fading light. He takes a handful of dirt from the fresh grave as he reveals a broken pocket watch in his other hand. He smothers that hand and the watch in the fresh soil like sands from an hour glass. The watch is old with the word "Father" inscribed in Gaelic on the back. A trinket scavenged from the remains of another Connor from another dimension that holds a mysterious connection through the Quickening. Connor drops cerebrally into a deep meditation... seeing a vision of darkened skies. Skies that lead his sight to an old fortress castle as if his senses are being drawn to something inside. The vision goes to darkness... and then a face materializes, a face he doesn't recognize at first but knows the spirit of it. A spirit that's been dormant for what feels like centuries. Overgrown with red hair and tranced into a deep sleep that feels to be weakening, and Connor calls out to him.]
Connor: "Wake up... WAKE UP! GET UP!"
[The figure's eyes open as he violently inhales a new breath in shock. Connor's eyes open, breaking his meditation as he physically senses the Guardian getting closer.]
~HIGHLANDER~
[Dumpster Fire]
p9.
[Duncan walks slowly through a strange blue mist into the woods, away from the farm and holy ground. The air feels heavy and thick... difficult to breathe. Something moves around and behind him! Duncan quickly turns in a guard position to face... nothing! No one is there, not even the sound of a single bird. He reaches into his coat for the butterfly knives... but those are gone as well. Abruptly he is swept off his feet by a familiar Martial Art technique. He hits the ground hard, feeling more nauseous and disoriented than someone with his experience should. He is startled by a familiar, yet disturbing voice mocking him in a sarcastic manner.]
Richie:
"Mac... Mac... Mac! Now that's just bad posture."
[Duncan shuffles backwards as Richie kneels down beside him.]
Duncan: "No... no! You're not REAL!"
[Richie's face drops into a frown.]
Richie: "That's hurtful!" (his haunting grin shifts into an expression of contemplation) "Now... if I let you out of here, I don't want anyone coming around, asking about your little fantasies..."
[He leans into Duncan's face in what seems like a split second! Richie's pupils are as black as night and the whites of his eyes are as blue as the mist circling them.]
Richie: "That's the DEEEAALL!"
[Duncan quickly sits up from the wood pile outside the barn. The morning light burns his heavy eyes as he gasps rapidly for air as if he was drowning in the nightmare. Notions of embarrassment and shame flood over him as he realizes that he must have dozed off during his watch. A voice whispers from out of the woods...]
The Guardian: "Wakey... wakey."
[Dumpster Fire]
p9.
[Duncan walks slowly through a strange blue mist into the woods, away from the farm and holy ground. The air feels heavy and thick... difficult to breathe. Something moves around and behind him! Duncan quickly turns in a guard position to face... nothing! No one is there, not even the sound of a single bird. He reaches into his coat for the butterfly knives... but those are gone as well. Abruptly he is swept off his feet by a familiar Martial Art technique. He hits the ground hard, feeling more nauseous and disoriented than someone with his experience should. He is startled by a familiar, yet disturbing voice mocking him in a sarcastic manner.]
Richie:
"Mac... Mac... Mac! Now that's just bad posture."
[Duncan shuffles backwards as Richie kneels down beside him.]
Duncan: "No... no! You're not REAL!"
[Richie's face drops into a frown.]
Richie: "That's hurtful!" (his haunting grin shifts into an expression of contemplation) "Now... if I let you out of here, I don't want anyone coming around, asking about your little fantasies..."
[He leans into Duncan's face in what seems like a split second! Richie's pupils are as black as night and the whites of his eyes are as blue as the mist circling them.]
Richie: "That's the DEEEAALL!"
[Duncan quickly sits up from the wood pile outside the barn. The morning light burns his heavy eyes as he gasps rapidly for air as if he was drowning in the nightmare. Notions of embarrassment and shame flood over him as he realizes that he must have dozed off during his watch. A voice whispers from out of the woods...]
The Guardian: "Wakey... wakey."
~HIGHLANDER~
[Dumpster Fire]
p10.
[Anna brushes the manes of the horses out in the barn. An attempt to quiet her own mind, along with calming the horses. Their hair is magnificent and the lines from the comb almost appear and disappear like a trance. She suddenly stops as the horse pulls away, as if he was spooked by something! She quickly doubles over with a surge of energy and pain in her stomach... at her core.]
Connor: "I've felt that before!"
[Her momentary agony far outweighs being startled by Connor's voice.]
Connor: "Back when the MacLeods fought the Frasiers... you'll get used to it."
[She stands as her composure and strength quickly return.]
Anna: "I... uh, I don't know what you mean!"
[Connor contemplates her uniqueness for a moment, then asks a question that's been brewing in him since he arrived here.]
Connor: "What's happened to Duncan... between the two of you? He's not the man I once knew. He's haunted... broken here!"
Anna: "He was that way when we found each other. I knew he was strong, but I seemed to bring out a sweetness and strength in him that I had never seen before." (Connor smiles at the warmth of the thought) "He was romantic and caring! That's why I fell in love with him."
Connor: "That's good! How it should be."
[Anna starts crying at a sourness in herself.]
Anna: "It wasn't enough! I wanted a baby with this beautiful man, with my husband, and..."
Connor: "And...?"
Anna: "...and then he told me what he is. What he must do... what he can't do!" (she wipes the tears from her eyes in spite) "So... I left him."
[Connor leans back with a sinking sense of heartbreak. Knowing their love was wasted because Duncan was incapable of telling this one of her own truth and ultimately paying the price with his own loneliness to protect her from it. However... her protection is even more vital now!]
Connor: "Your heart's desire is still Duncan and the baby you dream of having with him." (she looks up into his eyes now, as if looking into the face of truth) "A child neither of you are capable of having." (her face grows stern and confused) "Lock this dream away... bury it inside! The Source and the Guardian will use this desire against you. Don't give it any help, it knows too much already!"
[Dumpster Fire]
p10.
[Anna brushes the manes of the horses out in the barn. An attempt to quiet her own mind, along with calming the horses. Their hair is magnificent and the lines from the comb almost appear and disappear like a trance. She suddenly stops as the horse pulls away, as if he was spooked by something! She quickly doubles over with a surge of energy and pain in her stomach... at her core.]
Connor: "I've felt that before!"
[Her momentary agony far outweighs being startled by Connor's voice.]
Connor: "Back when the MacLeods fought the Frasiers... you'll get used to it."
[She stands as her composure and strength quickly return.]
Anna: "I... uh, I don't know what you mean!"
[Connor contemplates her uniqueness for a moment, then asks a question that's been brewing in him since he arrived here.]
Connor: "What's happened to Duncan... between the two of you? He's not the man I once knew. He's haunted... broken here!"
Anna: "He was that way when we found each other. I knew he was strong, but I seemed to bring out a sweetness and strength in him that I had never seen before." (Connor smiles at the warmth of the thought) "He was romantic and caring! That's why I fell in love with him."
Connor: "That's good! How it should be."
[Anna starts crying at a sourness in herself.]
Anna: "It wasn't enough! I wanted a baby with this beautiful man, with my husband, and..."
Connor: "And...?"
Anna: "...and then he told me what he is. What he must do... what he can't do!" (she wipes the tears from her eyes in spite) "So... I left him."
[Connor leans back with a sinking sense of heartbreak. Knowing their love was wasted because Duncan was incapable of telling this one of her own truth and ultimately paying the price with his own loneliness to protect her from it. However... her protection is even more vital now!]
Connor: "Your heart's desire is still Duncan and the baby you dream of having with him." (she looks up into his eyes now, as if looking into the face of truth) "A child neither of you are capable of having." (her face grows stern and confused) "Lock this dream away... bury it inside! The Source and the Guardian will use this desire against you. Don't give it any help, it knows too much already!"
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