Logan Page #15

MOTHER:

Nate! Get off the road!

THE TEENAGE BOY (NATE) DODGES ANOTHER TRUCK as he attempts to

round up the panicked horses...

MOTHER (CONT’D)

Nate!

ON CHARLES:

He closes his eyes. Concentrates.

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AND THE HORSES:

come to a stop in unison. They turn and lope to the side of

the road like a bunch of trained Lippizaners.

EXT. FARM COUNTRY HIGHWAY - SIDE OF THE ROAD - DAY

A mesmerized Laura climbs out of the pick-up, watching as--

Nate pulls himself onto the bare back of one of the horses by

the mane, holds onto the other by a halter.

Logan climbs out of the pick up and approaches the father,

who has crossed back to the trailer and cursing (rated G),

tries to get the wagon out of the ditch. His wife climbs

behind the wheel, gently spinning the tires to no effect.

LOGAN:

Can I give you a hand?

FATHER:

Sure. Thank you.

ON CHARLES:

As he opens his eyes and watches the boy ride/lead the

animals back to the trailer door just as Logan and the Father

and Mother gas and heave-ho it back upright.

LAURA:

Watches from a middle distance. She’s fascinated by the boy

and his ability with horses. But mostly by the boy.

The Mother now exits the cab, joins Nate, helping him load

the horses back into the carrier. She notices her son is

angry. He slams the tailer doors behind them.

MOTHER:

Nate.

NATE:

What.

Meanwhile, at the side of the truck, the father extends his

hand to Logan

FATHER (O.S.)

I appreciate this. Thank you.

Will Munson.

LOGAN:

James. Howlett.

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The Mother now comes over with the boy.

MOTHER:

Thank you so much for your help,

sir. I’m Kathryn, and this our son,

Nate.

Logan smiles at her. There’s a connection. Kathryn looks at

their truck, sees Laura.

MOTHER (CONT’D)

Is that your daughter?

Logan sees Laura standing beside the truck in the stolen

shades, watching them. The boy now notices her for the first

time. Charles peers out the side door.

LOGAN:

Yeah. That’s Laura.

(as Charles waves)

And that’s my... dad.

(then)

Chuck.

WILL:

Where you all headed?

LOGAN:

North.

Laura’s off at the trailer, petting one of the horses.

The couple exchanges a look with each other, then-

KATHRYN:

Can we at least give the three of

you a decent meal, show our

appreciation? We don’t live far

from here.

CHARLES:

(leaning out the car door)

That would be lovely.

LOGAN:

No, thank you, we really can’t--

(to Laura)

Laura, get back here.

KATHRYN:

Please. It’s the least we can do.

And you’re going to have to stop

for dinner somewhere.

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INT./EXT. REAVER TRUCK-- HIGHWAY PULL OUT - SUNSET

CLOSE ON --AN IV connected to Caliban’s pale skin. A man’s

fingers delicately adjust the drip.

RED-HAIRED MAN (O.S.)

In the 1950’s, in an effort to

increase honey production in the

tropics, a Brazilian research team

cross-bred the European Honey Bee,

Apis mellifera, the classic model,

and a heartier stronger African

variety, Apis mellifera capensis.

Caliban opens his eyes and looks up at THE RED-HAIRED MAN.

His manner is soft, warm. His voice seductive, smooth.

RED-HAIRED MAN (CONT'D)

These hybrid bees were stronger and

aggressive to be sure, but despite

their fortitude, they made no honey

at all, nor assist in pollination.

In the lab, they did little, in

fact, besides killing other bees.

THE MAN sits close to CALIBAN, shining a pinlight on his

lesions, in his ears. Examining. He smiles.

RED-HAIRED MAN (CONT'D)

The researchers wanted to help

mankind, but instead, they created

monsters. And before they could

correct their error, a few escaped

to the wild. And these bees formed

a swarm and spread across Brazil

and multiplied, moving up the

continent, killing men women and

children. Even worse, these killer

hybrids threatened the viability of

the worldwide bee population and

subsequently, human survival.

(suddenly brightens)

Oh, the price of progress.

Caliban’s eyes flick out the window where --Pierce talks

with his remaining Reavers.

RED-HAIRED MAN (CONT'D)

My colleague tells me you've been

somewhat resistant. He believes

you're dispensing delayed

information, allowing your friends

to stay one step ahead.

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CALIBAN:

Please let me be...

RED-HAIRED MAN

I'm offering an opportunity,

Caliban. To redeem yourself, to

protect the world, and, in the

process, save your friends.

Caliban just looks back at him. Shudders.

RED-HAIRED MAN (CONT'D)

The girl is a rather small price to

pay for that. Unlike you, she’s not

pure. She wasn’t made by nature.

She's a mistake of my own. A killer

bee who's escaped from the hive.

And I need to get her back before

she stings.

CALIBAN:

What do you want from me?! I did

what I could and your human toaster

ovens f***ed it all up.

The man smiles.

RED-HAIRED MAN

I agree the Reavers have not been

effective. I’m bringing new tools

to bear. But I still need someone

to point us in the right direction.

CALIBAN:

No, no, no. I can’t keep-

RED-HAIRED MAN

Breathe. Breathe. What does he

have, the old man, your friend?

Alzheimer's? ALS? A degenerative

brain disease in the world’s most

dangerous brain. What a combo.

The man considers Caliban a moment, then reaches in his bag.

DR. RICE

You pay a high price for your

gifts, my friend. Too bad you and I

didn’t meet years ago. I could have

saved you some pain. I have

something for your blisters.

(pulling a vial of creme)

My name is Dr. Rice, by the way.

(MORE)

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DR. RICE (CONT'D)

(meets his eyes)

You can call me Zander if you like.

INT. FARMHOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

The Munson family and the “Howlett” family all sit around a

table covered with food, heads bowed as the son says grace.

All except Laura who looks around at the family pictures, the

religious decorations (they are everywhere), the warm

furnishings. Another strange place.

NATE:

We thank you, Lord, for this

food... and we also thank you,

Lord, for sending our new friends,

the Howletts to our aid today.

Amen.

They all dig in. Laura eats like a wild animal, and the

Munsons pause to watch. Charles puts a hand on her arm.

CHARLES:

Slow down, child.

She looks around at the others, all of whom smile at her,

then slows down.

KATHRYN:

There’s plenty more if you want.

WILL:

Where are you all heading?

LOGAN:

Oregon.

CHARLES:

South Dakota.

They look at each other.

CHARLES (CONT’D)

Oregon, then South Dakota.

KATHRYN:

Vacation?

CHARLES:

Yes. Long overdue. We're city folk.

Always wanted to take a road trip,

see the country.

(smiles at them)

Meet the people who live in it.

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Logan looks up at Charles. Watches him. The old man having

himself a good time.

KATHRYN:

That sounds lovely. I’ve been

trying to get Will here to take a

vacation for years now.

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