Logan Page #14

CHARLES:

Logan -

LOGAN:

--GIVE HIM THE F***ING PILLS!

Laura hesitantly hands them to Charles who looks at Logan in

the mirror, holds up a pill for him to see, takes one.

CHARLES:

Happy?

Before Logan can answer, A SIREN SOUNDS. A STATE TROOPER IS

BEHIND THEM, LIGHTS FLASHING.

LOGAN:

(pulling over)

Cop. F***.

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CHARLES:

What does he want?

Logan watches in the rearview as a TALL WOMAN TROOPER gets

out, puts on her shades.

LOGAN:

She. I might have been speeding.

CHARLES:

Are you sure that’s all it is?

LOGAN:

If it wasn’t, there’d be a lot more

than her behind us.

(looks at Laura)

I need you to please try and not

kill this lady. Okay?

Laura retracts her claws.

EXT. FARM COUNTRY HIGHWAY - DAY

The female TROOPER, mirrored Ray-Bans (some things never

change), raps on the window. Logan lowers it, smiles.

LOGAN:

Was I going a mite fast, officer?

TROOPER:

License and registration, please.

Logan reaches into the glove box.

LOGAN:

I just bought it, but I-- here--

TROOPER:

(takes it)

Any idea just how “mite” fast you

were going, Mr... Howlett?

LOGAN:

Seventy? Ish?

TROOPER:

Try ninety six.

(looks at him)

Ish.

LOGAN:

Sh*t. I didn’t think this thing

could make that.

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She peers over the top of her glasses into the back at

Charles and Laura. Charles smiles.

TROOPER:

You’re not from round here. It’s

harvest season. You need to be more

careful. This your daughter?

LOGAN:

Yes, ma’am.

TROOPER:

What’s your name, honey?

LOGAN:

She doesn’t speak.

TROOPER:

But she does have a name.

LOGAN:

Laura.

The Trooper looks at Laura.

TROOPER:

That your name, honey?

(Laura nods)

And is this man your father?

Laura looks at Logan. A pause. Then... nods.

CHARLES:

(leans forward)

My son has a bit of a lead foot. I

try to tell him that Mount Rushmore

will still be there and just as

beautiful a day from now.

The Trooper finishes writing the ticket...

TROOPER:

You got a nice family. Try to keep

‘em safe, James.

EXT. REAVER CARAVAN -- OUTSKIRTS OF OKLAHOMA CITY -- DAY

THE CARAVAN OF REAVER VEHICLES is parked in a large paved

pull out area, like a weigh station or rest stop. Local

police wave traffic past, clearing the way for-

A FLATBED TRUCK approaching with a police escort.

THERE IS A HUGE BOX STRAPPED IN THE BACK OF THE TRUCK.

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CLOSE ON -- PIERCE, looking from the arriving flatbed to -A

HELICOPTER growing larger in the sky.

INT./EXT. REAVER CONTROL TRUCK -- CONTINUOUS

Beaten, burned and shaking, confined in the back, Caliban

hears the approaching chopper and peers out through a

security window, watching-

The helicopter land on the blacktop. He shifts to a second

window to see a better view of-

THE RED HAIRED MAN FROM THE LAB, as he steps out of the

chopper and heads directly to Pierce. A silent movie as

Pierce gets his ass handed to him.

Caliban’s attention shifts back to the first window as-

THE FLATBED TRUCK pulls up next to the control truck. Its

HANDLERS look nervous. Inside the big box strapped in back,

there is some sort banging, then a low guttural screaming.

Now, the Red Haired Man, carrying a medical case, approaches

the flatbed and opens the back hatch, disappearing the big

box. The screaming subsides.

Caliban collapses to the floor. Closes his eyes.

EXT. FARM COUNTRY HIGHWAY - DAY

As the pick-up truck passes a billboard that reads

WELCOME TO CORN COUNTRY: HEART OF AMERICA.

Fields on either side of the endless ribbon of road. In the

fields are HUGE AUTOMATED THRESHERS/HARVESTERS. The machines

are several times bigger than what we see on farms today.

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

As Logan navigates the pick-up through what looks like a

canyon of big trucks. Laura, face pressed to the glass,

stares up and out the window at all of them.

One of them inches over and Logan is almost run off the road.

LOGAN:

Hey-

He hits the HORN, looks up at the driverless truck cab as he

pulls around.

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LOGAN (CONT’D)

IN YOUR OWN LANE, A**HOLE!

CHARLES:

Language, Logan. And you’re

screaming at a machine.

Logan flips off the truck anyway as he passes, gets clear of

all of them. Logan sees Charles shake his head.

LOGAN:

What, she can gut a man with her

feet, but she can’t hear naughty

words?

CHARLES:

She can learn to be better.

LOGAN:

You mean, better than me.

CHARLES:

Actually, yes. And by the way,

Laura’s foot claws are an obvious

result of her gender.

(off Logan’s look)

In a pride of lions, females are

caregivers of the young and hunters

of the pride, they have front claws

to hunt and foot claws for defense.

They use the foot claw to strike

the belly or bladder of the

attacker, thus ensuring their

escape and survival.

Laura takes this in, turns and looks out the other window.

Logan sighs and drives on.

LAURA’S POV - ANOTHER CAR An older farm pick up truck towing

A HORSE TRAILER. Laura stares at the animals as they pass.

In the back seat of the pick up sits A TEENAGE BOY. He looks

back at Laura. Up front are his MOTHER and FATHER. They also

look this way, smile. A farm family.

Soon Logan has left them behind, too. A moment of quiet in

the car. Logan looks in the rearview at Charles and Laura.

Both seem calm, even serene, as they gaze out their windows,

Laura still looking back at the horses. ...Almost normal.

But then A LOUD HORN and Logan looks ahead as he’s nearly run

off the road by one of the GIANT HULKING VEHICLES coming in

the other direction, crossing into his lane.

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Logan pulls the wheel one way then swerves back as LAURA’S

CLAWS EXTEND AND PUNCH THROUGH THE ROOF with one hand, holds

Charles with the other so they don’t get thrown.

Logan struggles to gain control of the pick-up, spins the

truck around so it’s facing on-coming traffic, avoids ANOTHER

MEGA-TRUCK coming at them before he finally gets the pick-up

onto the shoulder, facing in the direction they came from.

The three of them watch down the highway from the shoulder

(looking in the direction of where they just came) as-

THE FAMILY TOWING THE HORSE TRAILER ARE RUN OFF THE ROAD by

one of the SAME CAREENING MEGA TRUCKS. Their horse trailer

tipping onto its side at an angle, its doors swinging wide.

Logan, Charles and Laura watch as -- FOUR HORSES now leap

from the trailer, running free...

LOGAN:

Sh*t. Oh well.

Logan twists the wheel, prepares to pull back onto the

highway and drive away. Charles puts a hand on his shoulder.

CHARLES:

We have to help them.

LOGAN:

We have to keep moving. Someone

will come along.

CHARLES:

Someone has come along.

The Father, Mother and Teenage Son run after THE HORSES NOW

ON THE HIGHWAY. ANOTHER MEGA TRUCK NEARLY MISSING THEM.

Logan sighs, straightening the wheel and driving up the

shoulder toward them. Charles watches as--

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