Logan Page #17

INT. FARMHOUSE - NATE’S ROOM - NIGHT

Rodeo trophies, posters, etc. The room of a kid who loves

everything about that world. Nate -- ear buds in -- does his

homework while listening to music. He looks up and sees-

LAURA standing in the doorway watching his every move.

She looks at the trophies, curious.

He glances at her, but tries to focus on his homework.

Erases something on his electronic writing pad.

She looks at the pad’s screen. A series of equations with

blanks to fill in and chicken scratch in the digital margins.

He pulls out one of the buds, waves a stylus, and explains-

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NATE:

I’m not too good at math.

She stares at the equations on the pad, the screen littered

with scribbles, things crossed out, then looks once more at

the trophies...

NATE (CONT’D)

Those two are for breakaway roping.

Those for barrel racing. Those up

there are for pole bending. But all

second, third place. I’m not so

good at it. My dad makes me do it.

She just looks at him. Stares at him, really. Hears music

coming from the dangling bud and looks at it.

NATE (CONT’D)

You wanna listen?

He puts the bud in her ear so that they now each have one.

NATE (CONT’D)

It’s called “Devil's Whisper”. It's

by Raury.

She listens to the music a moment, cuts her eyes at the older

boy who can feel her looking at him. Takes a whiff of him. He

finally pulls the bud from his own ear and gently passes her

his phone-

NATE (CONT’D)

Here. Take it for tonight. I’ll get

it back in the morning.

She just looks back at him. He holds up his stylus...

NATE (CONT’D)

I gotta do my homework.

(holds out his hand)

Good-night.

She stares at his extended hand. Then looks at the screen of

the pad. She takes the stylus and hunches over him and

quickly scrawls on the screen-

NATE (CONT’D)

Hey, what are you-

Then he realizes that she’s doing the equations. One after

the other. Just like that. She finishes, then straightens up.

NATE (CONT’D)

How did you do that?

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NOW she shakes his hand. He notices little ridges on her

knuckles. Looks up at her as she puts the other bud in her

ear and walks out. He sighs, goes back to his work.

INT. FARMHOUSE -- SPARE BEDROOM - NIGHT

Charles lies in the bed, already asleep. Laura walks in and

pads to the other side of the bed and curls up on the floor.

She lies there, listening to Nate’s music. She clings to the

WRINKLED PHOTO of the mutant kids, like a talisman. A hint of

a smile as she looks out at the moonlight, eyes heavy.

EXT. PUMP HOUSE -- NIGHT

As Logan and Will finish closing and resetting the huge

irrigation valve. A two-man job to get the giant bolt locked

back down. As they work...

WILL:

How long’s your girl been that way?

(off Logan’s look)

Mute.

LOGAN:

Since... well.. the beginning.

WILL:

Some ways I envy you. They get to

be Nate’s age, the nonsense that

comes out their mouth. Makes you

question the point of it all.

Logan smiles, nods. Tell me about it.

WILL (CONT’D)

Hard thing, fatherhood. Never ends.

Logan considers Will a long moment as the man works.

LOGAN:

You’re a lucky man.

WILL:

(nods)

I guess I am.

The WATER FINALLY STOPS RUSHING IN.

LOGAN:

That should hold it.

WILL:

Until the next time.

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EXT. PUMP HOUSE - NIGHT

Logan watches a TRUCK come up the road as Will puts a new

lock on the gate.

WILL:

Don’t know why I bother.

He now turns and sees the vehicle as well. Steps forward.

WILL (CONT’D)

Stay here, James. I’ll handle this.

Will walks forward with a thick wrench at his side.

The Truck pulls up. On the side it says CANEWOOD BEVERAGE.

FOUR BIG MEN get out. All with weapons. One of them gets out

on the driver’s side, holding a rifle. This is JACKSON.

JACKSON:

Evening, Mr. Munson.

Will just nods.

JACKSON (CONT'D)

What brings you out this way?

WILL:

Why don’t you ask your boys?

JACKSON:

You understand, you’re trespassing

right now, right?

WILL:

I have an easement with the

previous owner of your property.

JACKSON:

Previous being the operative word.

(looks at Logan)

Who’s this?

LOGAN:

(before Will can speak)

I’m nobody. Just a guy telling you

to get back in your nice truck and

play Okie d*ckhead somewhere else.

Jackson smiles, cuts a look at the others, then...

JACKSON:

You hire some muscle, Mr. Munson?

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WILL:

He’s a friend of mine.

JACKSON:

A friend with a big mouth.

LOGAN:

I hear that a lot.

JACKSON:

Then you probably hear this, too.

And now he c*cks the rifle. Logan nods.

LOGAN:

More than I’d like.

JACKSON:

Then you know the drill. I’m gonna

count to three and you are gonna

start walking away.

He nods to the dark field.

WILL:

I got rights to this water -

JACKSON:

One.

WILL:

And I have a lawyer now-

JACKSON:

Two-

And that’s when Logan reaches out and snatches the rifle from

Jackson by the barrel, surprising everyone. Especially when

he slams the butt of it into Jackson’s face.

LOGAN:

Three.

Jackson goes down to his knees clutching his bloody face as

the other three move on Logan.

Will pulls his pistol and hits one across the face, points it

at the other two as Logan flips the rifle, points it at them.

LOGAN (CONT’D)

You all know the drill.

(fires above their heads)

Go.

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They haul Jackson to his feet, throw him in the truck, turn

around and drive back the way they came.

Logan breaks the rifle over his knee and throws the pieces

into the field. He turns to see Will staring at him.

WILL:

You’ve had training.

LOGAN:

Some.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT

Quiet. A moment. As Logan and Will walk back up the road.

Feeling good about what they’ve accomplished.

WILL:

Wish I had you around all the time.

(half joking)

Sure you don’t want to stay?

LOGAN:

No, but I’ll take a drink if you

got one.

WILL:

Kathryn doesn’t like booze in the

house.

LOGAN:

(smiles)

Maybe I got something in the truck.

INT. FARMHOUSE -- SPARE BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Crickets buzz in the fields. A breeze blows. Charles lies

awake, looking out at the crescent moon over the farm. His

eyes travel downward to find--Laura asleep on a hooked rug.

Then:
A FLOORBOARD CREAKS and Charles turns to see--LOGAN,

in the doorway, in silhouette. He looks at Laura asleep on

the floor, curled like a shrimp. He takes a step toward her.

CHARLES:

...Don’t wake her yet. Let her have

another hour.

Logan looks at Charles. Charles lays back on the pillow

looking out the window at the farm. Something stirring him.

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CHARLES (CONT’D)

...This was, without a doubt, the

most splendid night I’ve had in a

long time. ...but then...

As Logan takes another step toward Laura, Charles trembles.

He does not look away from the window.

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