Highlander

H I G H L A N D E R by Gregory Widen 1EXT. STREET - NIGHT1 Garish purple light spills out of side-street porno houses, illuminating a silhouette, and little else, of a MAN leaning against an alley wall. He is waiting. Another silhouetted FIGURE appears and approaches the first. They size each other up as best they can. FIRST MAN MacLeod. The second nods. The first without hesitation raises a sword, the intended thrust interrupted by his own death as the second with a flash of metal severs the agressor's head. 2INT. HUTCH - MORNING2 A 15th century Scottish home. A haggard WOMAN, her small CHILD clinging to a tattered apron, stands hunched over a glowing hearth.Her veined hands drag a wooden spoon around and around through a soot-covered pot of grey soup. From an adjoining room CONOR MACLEOD, a young man dressed up in his best traditional Celtic tartan, enters. MOTHER My, but are you the picture. CONOR (surveying himself) It's a bit tight. His FATHER enters with a pail of milk. FATHER Ah, Conor, how you look a man. MOTHER Have you time for some- thing to eat? CONOR No, Mother.They'll be here shortly. Conor's father looks him over with pride. FATHER Your grandfather wore that in his service to the King, and I to fight for the Duke. MOTHER Must he go? FATHER Aye.It is his duty.All of ours. MOTHER But Ian, he's still but a boy. FATHER He's a MacLeod. CONOR I'll be fine Mother. 3EXT. HUTCH - MORNING3 Several HORSEMEN gallop up through the early morning fog to the cottage door.