(We see Kronos teaching a history class)

K: The history of mankind is one of brutality. But even the supposedly strong delude themselves. We all hang on to some romantic notion. Hitler had his star-charts. Napoleon believed he could actually find romantic love. Alexander wanted to be a  philosopher conqueror. Uh-uh. You want to be a bastard, you go through and through. Or else---you go all quiet and teach history.

(Class laughs)

K: Remember always the greatest lesson of them all: Have your damned term papers in by Tuesday!

(Senses buzz)

Methos: (Sarcastically clapping) Good speech, brother. I am impressed.

K: I had a brother, once. But he left me to be a king maker in Rome. Taught me that even wanton cruelty and true freedom can have a hollow ring.

M: Not another loyalty speech (Tsks)

K: Wasted on you, Methos. Good day.

(Methos gets in his face)

M: Cassandra's after me. Be a lamb and make mutton of her for your old brother, hmmm? In exchange, I'll take care of Macleod. He's been a bad influence on you.

K: What have you against Duncan?

M: 1876. The railways. Could have been all mine. Presidents and Kings bowing to me. But the Vanderbilts, Morgans, etc. are all saved from disaster by a Pinkerton with attitude named Duncan Macleod.

K: (Slams his books) The world has changed, Methos! It has no more use for master planners than mounted swordsmen.

M: Your story. Mine is, they need a guiding hand--whether they want one or not. In or out, clock-keeper? Alive or dead?

K: In. Macleod is mine, though. I get to silence his preachy voice. But show Dear Cassandra some mercy; Just take her head; Don't give her any speeches.

(Later, by Kronos' car)

DM: You told me you had been a bastard. But Kronos, this is different.

K: Is it? When he left, I became bored with living. I was Pestilence, and I was in the air they breathed, and in the food they ate. With him back, my life has meaning again. Meaning you cannot comprehend. We ride again.

DM: Then You and I Are Done.

K: Actually, Duncan, I'm surprised we ever started. Now you, and your Yellow Submarine stay out of our way. Have a hoagie or whatever. But if we see you break the surface, we will dive for battle.

DM: Laying the clues on a bit thick, aren't we?

K: Oh, give me a break. He was the planner.

(Later, at the sub base, Duncan takes Methos)

M: MINE IS THE HAND THAT WROTE THE BOOKS OF THE DEAD!!!

DM:(Takes him) Time to start a new chapter.

K: (Sees Cassandra about to take him, after he has taken Silas) Do it.

DM: Cass, NO!

K: No regrets, Duncan. Being around him again merely reminded me--I cannot abide living in your world--and I no longer have the strength to destroy it. Methos' betrayal took too much out of me. Be well, my friend.

(Cass does it; The Q comes and goes)

Cass: (Shakes her head) It brought me no peace, Duncan.

DM: It never does.