Deadpool Page #8

Wade pulls out the action figure.

WADE (CONT’D)

But this. A little piece of me died the

day this came out...

Wade DUNKS the action figure in the trash can. VANESSA

stands opposite, arms crossed, FUMING.

VANESSA:

So I’m s’posed to just... smile and wave

you out the door?

(CONTINUED)

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WADE:

Think of it as a spring cleaning. Onlyif spring was death.

(pulls out BERNADETTE PETERS

CHANGE PURSE)

If I had a nickel for every time Ispanked it to Bernadette Peters.

(opens purse, it’s full ofnickels)

Looks like I do.

Wade TOSSES the purse toward one of the suitcases. Vanessa’s

hand stabs out and GRABS it.

VANESSA:

Bernadette’s not going anywhere.

(slam-dunks purse back intodrawer)

‘Cause you’re not going anywhere.

WADE:

Right! The tumors are only in my liver,

lungs, prostate, and brain. All the

things you can live without.

VANESSA:

You know what I mean. You belong here athome. Surrounded by your Voltron... andyour Bernadette... and your me.

WADE:

Babe, we’ve been through this! Cancer’s

a real sh*t-show. A Yakov-Smirnoff-

opening-for-the-Spin-Doctors-at-the-IowaState-

Fair sh*t-show. And under no

circumstances will I take you to thatshow. I want you to remember me me.

VANESSA:

Well, I want to remember us us.

(that doesn’t sound right)

We we?

WADE:

I swear, I’ll find you in the next life.

And boom-box ‘Careless Whisper’ underyour window. Wham!

VANESSA:

Are you gonna keep saying it like that?

Look, I get this impulse. I do.

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

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VANESSA (CONT'D)

Before I met you, I used to fantasizeabout dying alone in the woods, tornapart by wolves.

WADE:

Super f***ing bad-ass.

VANESSA:

But that was then, and this is now. Walk

out that door. I dare you. I will ride

you out. And I won’t let go. Yoda on

Luke.

Vanessa embraces Wade. Tight. Won’t let go. A TEAR

trickles down Vanessa’s CHEEK.

VANESSA (CONT’D)

(into Wade’s ear)

If you’re willing to fight. There are

still options. We’ll find them.

Together.

WADE:

(smiles)

I just realized! I win! My life’sofficially more f***ed-up than yours.

VANESSA:

No one’s boom-boxing sh*t.

Vanessa interlaces her pinkie with Wade’s. Smiles.

VANESSA (CONT’D)

What do we we have to lose?

WADE:

Nothing. Everything.

Vanessa leans in, and the two start to KISS.

22 INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT - PAST 22

VANESSA, horizontal, limbs akimbo, ASLEEP in bed. She stirs,

feels next to her for Wade. He’s NOT THERE.

REVEAL WADE standing at the bedroom window. His P.O.V. of

the moon makes it look FRACTURED by the cracked glass.

RACK FOCUS to Vanessa’s REFLECTION. She, too, looks

fractured. Wade’s eyes well with TEARS at the sight of her.

Cancer will steal the one thing that ever mattered.

Vanessa’s cracked reflection suddenly RAISES its HEAD.

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WADE:

Sorry. Liam Neeson nightmare. I

kidnapped his daughter, and he justwasn’t having it.

Wade slides back into bed.

WADE (CONT’D)

They’ve made three of those movies. At

some point you wonder if he’s just a bad

parent.

Wade lies on his back. Vanessa nestles her head lovinglyagainst his chest. He takes a vulnerable look at her, then

stares at the ceiling, LOST.

RS22 INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT RS22

Wade slips quietly out of bed...

...slips on a hoodie and a backpack...

...opens the door... takes one last longing look at

Vanessa...

...and slips into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

Vanessa is left to feel for Wade in the dark.

A22 EXT. STREET - NIGHT A22

WADE walks down the street into the night.

He pulls a crumpled card from his jacket pocket: the black

card with the recruiter’s number.

Still walking, Wade pulls out a cellphone and dials.

23 INT. SISTER MARGARET’S - NIGHT - PAST 23

Just another night at SISTER MARGARET’S WAYWARD SCHOOL FORGIRLS. Regular crowd has shuffled in. Tonight, a bit thin.

WADE is bellied up to the bar, disheveled, unkempt, and

distraught. WEASEL leans in:

WEASEL:

Jesus. Someone needs a blow-job and ashower. Though courtesy calls for thelatter first.

(CONTINUED)

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WADE:

Three shots of Patron Silver, Weez. And

a cure to terminal cancer.

WEASEL:

(hands over a greenconcoction)

Fresh out of Patron. Wheatgrass?

WADE:

You’re starting to sound like Vanessa...

With SHAKY HANDS, Wade empties his POCKETS, placing CRUMPLEDBROCHURES on the bar.

WADE (CONT’D)

She sent away for all these colorfulclinic brochures. I hear Chechnya’s nicethis time of... never. Then there’s

China... Central Mexico... Know how theysay ‘Cancer’ in Spanish? ¡El Cáncer.’

Wade pulls out one last thing from his pockets: A POLAROID

of HIMSELF and VANESSA. He stares. Weasel notices.

WEASEL:

This belongs on the wall. I want to

remember you when you looked... alive.

Wade scrapes up a smile as Weasel tapes the picture to theBIG BAR MIRROR. Weasel pours a second wheatgrass shot.

Clinks Wade’s glass. They throw them back. WINCE.

WEASEL (CONT’D)

Almost forgot...

Weasel slides Wade a distinctive black BUSINESS CARD across

the bartop.

WEASEL (CONT’D)

Guy came in asking for you. Real Grim

Reaper type.

Wade’s gaze follows Weasel’s gesture across the barroom,

where an ominous MAN in a BLACK SUIT sits ALONE at a table.

WEASEL (CONT’D)

I don’t know? May further the plot?

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23A INT. SISTER’S MARGARET’S - NIGHT - PAST 23A

WADE dead-man-walks to the back of the bar. He passes BOOTHEand BEEF on his way. They nod solemnly, like cops at afuneral procession honoring one of their own.

BEEF:

Wade.

Beef offers Wade his shot. Wade eeks out a smile. Throws it

back. Then continues on. Wade stops next to the MAN’sTABLE.

WADE:

Forget your scythe?

The man, even creepier from close up, SMILES.

RECRUITER:

Mr. Wilson. Have a seat.

(Wade sits, long pause)

I understand you’ve recently been

diagnosed with terminal cancer.

WADE:

Stalker alert.

RECRUITER:

It’s my job. Recruitment. And you have

quite a reputation. I’m sorry you’ve had

a tough go. But you’re a fighter. And

not just for Johnny Canuck, impressive as

your stint in special forces was. Forty-

one confirmed kills?

WADE:

(bitter)

One every seven weeks. Same rate most

folks get a hair-cut.

Wade grabs the recruiter’s drink and throws it back.

WADE (CONT’D)

To wash the taste out. It’s hard to

forget being so... impressive.

RECRUITER:

Now you spend your days sticking up for

the little man, slitting small time

throats for small time folks.

WADE:

People change.

(CONTINUED)

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The recruiter leans uncomfortably close.

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