Logan Page #12

SAYS GOODBYE TO LITTLE JOEY:

SHANE (ON TV)

A man has to be what he is, Joey.

Can't break the mould. I tried and

it didn't work. There's no living

with a killing. There's no going

back. Right or wrong, it's a brand.

A brand that sticks. Now run on

home to your mother, and you tell

her... everything's alright and

there aren't any more guns in the

valley.

Logan looks up as he hears a sigh from Charles.

Logan clears his throat and they both turn his way. He holds

up the THE X-MEN COMIC.

LOGAN:

You read this in your spare time?

She sees the comic in his hand, backpack in the other--gets

up and grabs them both from Logan and turns back to the film.

LOGAN (CONT’D)

You do know this is bullshit,

right? A quarter of it happened.

And none like this. In the real

world, people die and no self

promoting a**hole in a leotard can

stop it. This is just ice cream for

bed-wetters and-

CHARLES:

--Logan.

Logan turns to Charles who forces a smile.

CHARLES (CONT’D)

I think Laura well understands

life’s impermanence.

(beat)

(MORE)

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CHARLES (CONT’D)

Didn’t you say something about

finding us a new ride?

Logan looks at the two of them, all chummy now, and gets up.

LOGAN:

Right. Fine.

He pauses at the door and tosses a pill vial to Charles.

Laura catches it.

LOGAN (CONT’D)

Take two more in an hour.

CHARLES:

Good-bye, Logan.

INT./EXT. LIMO - OUTSKIRTS OF OKLAHOMA CITY - DAY

As Logan drives past a USED CAR dealership. He goes around

the corner, starts looking around, goes another few blocks

until he sees what he’s looking for-

EXT. OKLAHOMA CITY - SIDE STREET - DAY

Shitty block. Graffiti everywhere. A GANG OF YOUNG THUGS hang

beneath the interstate overpass.

Logan gets out of his limo, checks the back, sees a couple

more of Laura’s UNCANNY X-MEN COMICS lying on the bench.

Grabs them. Checks that’s everything. Then finds several of

Charles pills wedged in the car seat.

LOGAN:

...F***.

He slams the door, walking past THE THUGS, tossing them the

LIMO KEYS.

LOGAN (CONT'D)

Knock yourselves out.

Walking toward the car lot, Logan eyes the cars in the lot

all with sale written on their windshields.

Behind him, the thugs cross to the limo, glancing at Logan

before getting in, and laying rubber in the other direction.

Logan flips the liquor bottle in the trash.

EXT. OKLAHOMA CITY CAR LOT - DAY

Logan stands before a USED RAM FOUR DOOR with a large cab,

shell in back and faded electrician signage on the sides.

A Dealer smoking a vape stands too close.

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DEALER:

I know the finish looks beat but

it’s a ‘19, got less than sixty on

the ody and three hundred horses

under the hood. For 10 grand I can

get it re-painted for you, fresh

tires mounted and balanced, and

complete paperwork.

LOGAN:

...yeah. Here’s the thing. I’ll

give you twelve as is-- if you can

forget the paperwork.

The dealer smiles. Looks at the money Logan is holding.

DEALER:

You still need tires, tiger.

They’re bald.

LOGAN:

How long is that gonna take?

DEALER:

Hour, maybe less. If you want, you

can get yourself a glass a lunch

across the street while you wait.

Logan looks to the BAR / LOUNGE across the street. Inviting.

INT. BAR - MOMENTS LATER - DAY

Logan sits, glancing at the television news, sipping a high

ball as he stares at one of Laura’s UNCANNY X-MEN COMICS. The

images weigh on Logan. He downs his drink and shuts the

comic, then he sees another XMEN COMIC.

His face becomes grim as he stares at THE COVER. It features

a DRAMATIC MUTANT TREK INTO THE MOUNTAINS. The title: "EXODUS

TO EDEN!" A subtitle: "MUTANT TRAIL OF TEARS!".

On the cover and pages to follow, THOUSANDS OF MUTANTS,

FLEEING OPPRESSION, UNDER ATTACK, headed for a place called

“Eden” in a vast wasteland. They're being lead by XMEN, among

them Wolverine and Xavier. Wolverine in his yellow suit.

LOGAN:

Jesus Christ...

Logan turns the page where it is revealed-- “EDEN” IT'S A

HIDDEN COMPOUND. On top of a cliff. Mutants are there, young

and old, thriving. Text in a panel reads--

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“AMERICA, NO LONGER SAFE FOR MUTANTS! OUR HEROES FIND REFUGE

IN EDEN:
LAST STOP ON THE MUTANT UNDERGROUND TO CANADA!”

AN INSET ON A SPLASH PAGE SHOWS A MAPPING DEVICE IN XAVIER'S

HAND. On the screen, a series of numbers, coordinates.

Logan blinks, looking at the cash envelope he got from

Gabriela. The exact same numbers are scrawled on it below the

fire road address. Logan glares, taking in the bald fact that

Eden is an imaginary place in a forty year old comic book.

LOGAN (CONT’D)

‘you gotta be f***in’ kidding me.

BARTENDER:

You want a refill?

Logan looks up, still dazed. He shuts the comic.

LOGAN:

I'll take the bottle.

BARTENDER:

(smiles, slides it)

You passing through?

Logan nods. Puts down a large bill.

BARTENDER (CONT’D)

Where you headed?

LOGAN:

I don’t know.

EXT. OKLAHOMA CITY CASINO/HOTEL - VALET - LATE DAY

Logan lurches the new used pick up to a stop at the hotel

entrance. Gets out and does not give the keys to the Valet-

VALET:

Sir? Are the keys in it?

That’s when he sees-- A MAN WITH A PROSTHETIC (CYBORG) HAND

standing at the entrance, talking in a cell phone.

Alarmed, Logan rounds the corner, moving past-

A HOTEL GARDENER with a hedge trimmer, touching up a shrub.

Looking for a side entrance, Logan passes other patrons, but

as he does, he clocks-

BLACK VEHICLES parked in a service entrance. And that’s when

it hits--A RINGING SOUND. A SCREECH and Logan turns to see --

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CARS CRASHING INTO EACH OTHER ON THE STREET. He turns back to

see the Worker unconscious on the ground, the hedge trimmer

whirring and bouncing in the grass.

THE RINGING GETS LOUDER. Casino patrons are frozen in place,

struggling to breathe.

INT. REAVERS COMMAND TRUCK -- LATE DAY

We see LOGAN OUT THE WINDSHIELD as he moves toward the casino

doors-- and we PAN TO--

PIERCE AND A REAVER ASSOCIATE at a command console inside the

truck. But they too are PARALYZED FROM THE PSIONIC WAVE,

CHOKING FOR AIR. In the bg, a battered burned Caliban is also

paralyzed by the wave, vibrating in his restraints.

We see on the console monitor, video feeds of body cams,

quivering but frozen pictures of our hero's suite. We hear

the sound of men struggling to breathe over the audio feed.

Alarms are ringing.

INT. OKLAHOMA CITY CASINO/HOTEL -- LOBBY -- LATE DAY

The RINGING LOUDER YET as Logan stumbles through the lobby

passing Desk Clerks, Bellhops, Guests, all paralyzed.

CLOSE ON -- LOGAN struggling forward. THE RINGING INCREASES

as he lurches, zig-zagging the crowded floor jammed with

PARALYZED GAMBLERS, DEALERS, CROUPIERS, etc.

A man sits, frozen, beside a slot machine spitting chips.

INT. OKLAHOMA CITY CASINO - ESCALATOR

LOGAN SPRINTS PAST A CASINO ESCALATOR-- passing paralyzed

hotel patrons being tossed off like toy soldiers-

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