War Twixt You And Me

(Father Darius prays in his church; In walks a familiar enemy)

Kronos: You were my greatest student, little man. You could have been Methos' replacement.

Father Darius: Greetings, Kronos. Even the Scourge Of God is welcome in his House. But please make it a short stay.

K: That depends on you, conqueror. Now, I can wait outside, picking off your visitors as they come and go, or you can step off Holy Ground with me, and have done with it. What say you, Priest?

(Darius whips out his sword, quickly doing an air kata that seems to impress even  Kronos)

D: As the young people are wont to say, Let us go for it, then.

(Darius fights like a tiger, but Kronos is Kronos, and takes him. He dumps the body and head back inside the Church, a message to MacLeod that he is back, seeking vengeance for the Old West)

(Later, Horton and his Hunters walk inside, and find Darius. He looks around outside, and sees charring, evidence of a Quickening; His brow furrows)

Horton: One of them--possibly the worst of their lot--got here first. What about Macleod's woman?

Henchman: Mortal.

H: Doesn't stop her from delivering a message for us. Miscegenation, and all that.

(Later, aboard Duncan's barge, he and Richie find Tessa's body, her head cut off. Written in her blood are the words: You Are Watched)

Rich: Mac, what the hell are we gonna do?

DM: I need an ally, Rich. I'm sorry. (Stabs Richie to awaken him)

(Later, Kronos has independently found Silas and Caspian, and cornered DM and Rich)

Kronos: I bear you no grudge, boy. But you keep the wrong company. Frontier Justice, Macleod?

DM: One on One, Koren. You know the rules.

K: Actually, I am called Kronos. and I respect those rules--but right now another party is about, killing our kind off-I need your head, MacLeod. Power will see me through this new player, whoever he is.

(Enter Horton and henchmen ; Hidden, we see one of them is Methos, having fed Horton enough rhetoric to get in)

H: That would be me. Imagine this. Three of the Four Horsemen. (Fires, blows heads off Silas and Caspian) Takeaway two. (Somehow, Rich is in position to be primary recipient of their Q's)

K: I like you. You hate our kind--But I like you. There's something so nice about truly pure hate.

H: Believe it or not, I'm glad you approve, Kronos. Of all your kind, at least you have the decency to show your true nature.

K: The same, sir. So do it.

(Kronos has spotted Methos by now, and correctly figured he would gun down Horton's henchmen. The slippery Horton, though, finds the river)

K: Greetings, Brother of Eld!

(Methos stares over to Mac and a shaking Richie; Smiles, aims his automatic at them, then fires at Kronos)

Methos: We Are Not Brothers!

(Kronos finds the river, as well, not even bothering to shout vengeance upon Methos, merely giving him a look that says it all)

DM: If you're here to help, help my friend.

(Richie goes wild, runs off in a frenzy)

DM: Rich!

Methos: Forget him, for now. He's a young man who's lost two dear friends, and gotten two powerful, barbaric Quickenings as his first. He'll be little better than an animal, for a time.

DM: And you are...

M: A very tired, very old man, MacLeod. Come. We're to meet a man named Dawson, and tell him about his brother-in-law's extracurriculars. He won't take it well. On the one side, we have a group of fanatical Immortal-Haters. On the other, a killing machine who led other killing machines. In case you hadn't guessed, we're in the dead middle of it all.

DM: My wife is dead, and so is the Priest who performed the ceremony. May I at least mourn them, first?

M: Trust me, MacLeod. There is always time later--for regrets.

(At a Marseilles Restaurant, we see that Kronos has regrouped)

Kronos: You are all men whose work I have admired. Together, we can make this world a living, breathing place again, where men who dare rule over all, and the thunder of our hooves are the sound of the devil approaching. What say you?

Kantos: I'll lend my voice to that chorus.

Kalas: I have less of a voice, but my mind is as sharp as ever. These Philistines don't deserve a world of art, anyway.

Kronos: And what of you? Though younger than I, I will relinquish my title of Pestilence to you. For the world still shakes at your name.

(The fourth man puts down his paper; We see it is The Kurgan; Part of his face is gone)

Kurgan: So long as both MacLeod's meet sword point, this kind of thing is why I was born.

Kronos: Then truly, The Four Horsemen Ride Again!

End Season One