Logan Page #13

Struggling to the elevators, pressing the button.

Doors open and more people fall out.

INT. OKLAHOMA CITY CASINO ELEVATOR

As Logan rides up, RINGING GETS LOUDER.

LOGAN:

Come on, come on!

And BING the doors open and -- THE SOUND DEAFENING-

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INT. OKLAHOMA CITY CASINO/HOTEL - 12TH FLOOR - LATE DAY

AS LOGAN LEAPS OFF THE ELEVATOR and fights his way through

the rippling force, past A MAID, FROZEN beside her cart,

struggling for air to make it around the corner and down the

hall toward-

THE CRACKED SUITE DOOR WHERE TWO ARMED REAVERS stand frozen

and gurgling for air, their weapons pointed inward.

SNIKT! -- LOGAN’S TARNISHED CLAWS EMERGE AND --

HE GUTS THE TWO FROZEN HELPLESS REAVERS IN TWO QUICK THRUSTS.

Their blood and guts pour to the floor, their eyes wide as

they perish in a standing rigor mortis.

INT. REAVERS COMMAND TRUCK -- LATE DAY

PIERCE, HIS ASSOCIATE AND CALIBAN, still paralyzed the wave.

We see on their body cam monitors as Logan skewers the men,

their life support monitors blinking -- AGENT TERMINATED.

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

Logan pushes through THE DOOR TO FIND-- A SURREAL SCENE:

THREE MORE REAVERS FROZEN IN MID ATTACK. The room service

cart up-ended.

CHARLES sits slumped in his chair, near the window, mouth in

a rictus-like grimace, body quivering, rippling waves of

force emanating from his skull.

LAURA, HER CLAWS OUT, is on the floor, semi-paralyzed,

struggling to pull herself toward Charles’ meds. She reaches

the hypodermic, attempts to hand it to --

Logan who falls to his knees from the shrieking wave. He

fumbles, almost dropping it, eyes starting to roll up in his

own head as he lunges and jams the needle into Charles’ neck.

After a moment, RINGING stops -- Logan falls back-- the

remaining Reavers fall to the ground and, as they gasp for

air, Laura and Logan kill them all. Brutal.

Charles is spent dazed, gasping for air.

Logan peers down at one of the dead Reavers, checking him

out, peering into his BODYCAM.

LOGAN:

We have to go.

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INT. OKLAHOMA CITY CASINO/HOTEL -- LOBBY - MINUTES LATER

Dealers, Bellhops, patrons all stumble about in a daze --

children crying -- some people are vomiting or clawing at

their heads. SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE.

As Logan comes out of an elevator pushing a dazed Charles in

his chair, Laura follows. Charles is horrified.

CHARLES:

I’m so sorry. Oh God...

INT. OKLAHOMA CITY CASINO/HOTEL - CASINO FLOOR - DAY

Logan pushes Charles, fast, and Laura follows, dragging her

backpack, making their way toward the glass doors.

They zig zag through the crowd of recently unstuck patrons

and employees, many sick and stumbling, choking, some crying,

some scream for medical help.

Bouncing in his chair, Charles stares at the suffering around

him, stricken with empathy-- and guilt.

Laura lingers, watching A FAT MAN GET CPR FROM A PANICKED

COCKTAIL WAITRESS. The man suddenly comes to life, sucking

air. The waitress’ face fills with wonder. Laura stares.

LOGAN:

Hey! Now!

EXT. OKLAHOMA CITY CASINO/HOTEL - VALET - TWILIGHT

Catching up, Laura follows Logan and Charles out the casino

doors. We hear the rising sirens of approaching first

responders as the trio moves to the new pick up truck.

LOGAN:

This way!

Logan lifts Charles into the back seat, throws the chair in

back bed and gets in. Laura climbs in beside Charles, who

stares out the back window at the chaos as they pull away.

The camera pans with them as they depart, then finds--

SEVERAL REAVER VEHICLES parked at the side of the building.

MOVING IN ON -- THE REAVER COMMAND TRUCK. THE BACK DOORS

suddenly BURST OPEN. PIERCE stumbles out, dazed, sweaty. He

looks to emergency trucks approaching, cherry topped. Then

his eyes find-- FIVE REAVERS.

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PIERCE:

Get the bodies.

Restrained in the back of the truck, Caliban, blistered and

weak, watches PIERCE, who leans against the truck to support

himself, chugs some water until he feels Caliban's stare and

SLAMS THE DOOR.

INT./EXT. PICK UP - FARM COUNTRY HIGHWAY -- DAWN

CLICK. CLACK. CLICK. CLACK. Logan drives. A good distance

from the Oklahoma City, topography has changed.

The sun breaks over the horizon. The radio chatters with

breaking news reports on the event at the Casino--

speculation of a gas leak or food poisoning.

REPORTER (ON RADIO)

...some noting a similarity to the

incident last year in Westchester,

New York that left 50 dead, and

twice that many injured-

Logan SNAPS off the radio, quickly looks in back to see if

Charles overheard it. Charles was sleeping. Opens his eyes.

CLICK. CLACK. CLICK.

Logan’s eyes flit to Laura playing with the door lock.

LOGAN:

Knock it off.

She stares at him in the mirror, CLICK, does it again.

LOGAN (CONT’D)

I said knock it off.

Charles takes a breath, closes his eyes.

CHARLES:

She’s a child, Logan.

In point of fact she’s-

LOGAN:

How long has it been since you took

your meds?

(no response)

Charles. How long?

CHARLES:

...I don't know. Two days.

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LOGAN:

You saw what happened last night.

If that sh*t had gone on longer,

everyone at that casino-

He stops himself.

CHARLES:

I did what I had to do to stop

those men from taking Laura.

LOGAN:

You didn’t do anything. You freaked

out and had a f***ing seizure.

CHARLES:

I guess you prefer me

pharmaceutically castrated,

rambling on like some lunatic.

So much easier on you.

LOGAN:

Easier? There’s nothing easy about

you.

CHARLES:

Yes, Yes please, be like the rest

of the world and blame someone else

for your boring sh*t.

LOGAN:

Yeah, I know, Pop, I’m such a giant

disappointment-

CHARLES:

Self loathing. Anger. Disdain.

Cowardice. Oh yes. Your peaks and

your valleys. Mostly valleys-- it’s

all so Goddamn boring.

Laura looks from one to the other, nervous for the first time

since she climbed into the car with these two. She starts

flicking the locks again.

CHARLES (CONT’D)

You honestly derive no sense of

purpose from what we’re doing?

LOGAN:

What are we doing?!

CHARLES:

There is a young mutant. Sitting in

our car.

(MORE)

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CHARLES (CONT'D)

And where we are taking her, there

are more of them. Does that mean

nothing to you?

LOGAN:

Yes. It means nothing to me.

Especially since Nurse Gabriela

made all this Eden sh*t up from

f***ing comic books.

CHARLES:

What are you talking about?

Logan realizes he’s gone too far, tosses the bottle of pills

to Laura, which, as usual, she catches like Willie Mays.

LOGAN:

Give those to him. Take out two and

give them to him.

CHARLES:

What do you mean-

LOGAN:

Now. For f***’s sake. Take the

pills. Now.

CHARLES:

Logan.

LOGAN:

Take them.

(to Laura)

Give him the pills.

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