Logan Page #2

THE PROM TEENS in the back suck vape sticks and laugh. Two

get it on. One pitches forward and yells over the music.

TEEN:

Yo, Driver, you got any Bang in

this whip?!

Logan pretends he can’t hear. Instead, his gaze shifts to his

passenger visor, and what’s tucked there:

A PAGE FROM A SPANISH PENNY SAVER -- a USED 70 FT. SUNSEEKER

docked in the Gulf of Mexico, LA SERENATA painted on its

transom. Scrawled below: “Asking $60K.”

Logan stares hard at the image of the boat. Takes a centering

breath -- when the TEEN BEGINS KNOCKING on the partition.

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TEEN (CONT’D)

Yo - Driver!

OTHER TEEN:

‘B*tch is deaf.

INT. EL PASO GAS STATION -- EARLIER

Logan cleans up at the sink. Allows a couple slugs to pop

from his (slowly healing) wounds as he changes into a clean

suit. Looks at himself in the mirror. HIS PHONE BUZZES.

LOGAN:

Back to work, old man.

EXT. PLAZA THEATER / ARENA EL PASO - NIGHT

Logan waits with other drivers as muffled off screen

“hallelujahs!” ring out O.S. He looks at a large screen TV

where the crowd can be seen, hands raised, praising God.

Everywhere are similar words in a "trademarked" design--

"You are God's plan!" "We are God's plan!"

"Be Part of God's plan!" "His plan!"

Then Logan notices, across the street--

A FIAT WITH MEXICAN PLATES AND A BAD HEADLIGHT DOUBLE PARKED.

The driver, a Woman inside watching him. A child in back in a

red jacket watches him too.

INT./EXT. LIMO - EL PASO STREETS - LATER - NIGHT

AN OLD LADY and her HUSBAND, both in failing health, ride,

clinging to "God's Plan" Merchandise. The Old Lady looks out

the window at the lost souls on the street.

OLD LADY:

Shouldn’t we lock the doors?

LOGAN:

They’re locked, ma’am.

Logan watches as her husband takes her hand. Then, Logan

notices-- THE FIAT WITH MEXICAN PLATES. He makes a quick

turn, the old folks sliding to one side. He's lost them.

EXT. EL PASO CEMETERY GROUNDS - DAWN

Logan in f.g., tossing out some trash as A PASTOR speaks to a

grieving assemblage over a grave.

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Returning to his limo, Logan watches THE BEREAVED FAMILY,

drawn in spite of himself: how they mourn the loss of their

own, how they console each other-

VOICE:

Logan.

He turns to face A DISHEVELED HISPANIC WOMAN, 35. She stands

about twenty paces from THE BATTERED FIAT WITH ONE HEADLIGHT,

wipers on. Logan eyes the woman, wild-eyed, dirty raincoat,

gets a big whiff of “crazy.”

HISPANIC WOMAN:

...I knew it was you.

Logan moves past her, heads for his limo in line with others.

HISPANIC WOMAN (CONT’D)

Please. I’m in trouble. You’re the

only one who can help.

Logan looks at her as THE MOURNERS (his clients) come down

the hill toward the line of black vehicles.

HISPANIC WOMAN (CONT’D)

I need a hero.

Logan laughs as he pulls an umbrella from his trunk.

LOGAN:

Don’t we all.

He turns to his clients, holding the umbrella over a sobbing

widow, escorting her to the door of his limo. The Hispanic

woman just stands there, rain soaking her.

HISPANIC WOMAN:

(in Spanish)

What the hell happened to you?!

What are you hiding from?!

As Logan falls behind the wheel, he checks his clients in the

rear view and that’s when there is a sudden screech--

THE FIAT makes a fast U-turn, nearly sideswiping him. And as

it swerves away, Logan glimpses THE FIGURE in the back

window. THE DARK-HAIRED GIRL IN A RED SLICKER, face a blur.

EXT. EL PASO HOSPITAL -- MORNING

WIDE AS-- Logan pulls his stretch into a spot at A HOSPITAL

EMERGENCY ROOM ENTRANCE. He hurries through the rain, meeting

A LARGE MAN IN ORDERLY SCRUBS, smoking a vape under a canopy.

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The two talk for a moment, Logan hands the man cash and the

man toys with handing Logan a bag, pulls it away, demanding

more money. They argue.

REVERSE TO REVEAL-- A MAN IN A JEEP, WATCHING through the

rain, HIS METAL HAND ON THE WHEEL.

INT. LOGAN’S LIMO -- OUTSIDE HOSPITAL -- MOMENTS LATER

Logan, now carrying the bag, hurries through the rain to his

Limo. He climbs inside starts it up but is startled by the

back door opening and closing. Logan spins to face --

A SMILING MAN in the back of his stretch. This is Donald

Pierce, 35. A southern boy, smooth and playful.

PIERCE:

As I live and breathe. The

Wolverine. And he's a junkie now.

LOGAN:

Who the f*** are you?

PIERCE:

Y’know, you got some buckshot in

your door.

(plays with the liquor

bottles in back)

I heard you were in Phoenix.

Food’s better there by the way. But

then, last night, some friends in

Texas H-P called, told me they

found three dead cholos in a

pullout out on 54. Not unusual,

except one was missing a hand.

Another a leg. Multiple parallel

lacerations. Slashes, femoral,

thoracic. So, they’re thinking it

was either an escaped Tiger or

Freddy Krueger... but neither of

those can drive, one being

fictional the other extinct. And

since the wheel lugs they found

belong to a ‘24 Gauntlet-

LOGAN:

Get out. Now.

PIERCE:

Has she found you yet? ...Gabriela?

(off Logan’s blank look)

See, I’m not looking for you,

mutey. Not really. I’m looking for

someone who’s looking for you.

(MORE)

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PIERCE (CONT'D)

(then)

She took something of mine.

Something for which I am

responsible. When I wasn’t looking.

Mexican lady. Long hair, long legs,

Long gone. Has her sights on you.

(off Logan’s glare)

No bells?

LOGAN:

I don’t know any Gabriela.

So get the f*** out.

Pierce just smiles, unfazed, then shifts his gaze to Logan’s

bag of pills. Peering in, quasi-conspiratorial:

PIERCE:

I know what you’re hiding, amigo.

Cue ball south of the border?

Logan tenses, says nothing.

LOGAN:

What do you want?

PIERCE:

A little ...cooperation.

Flicks a business card.

PIERCE (CONT’D)

If she does find you.

Then Pierce exits. Crosses in the rain to a Custom Ram Truck,

Logan looks to the card:

DONALD PIERCE -- CHIEF OF SECURITY

TRANSIGEN RESEARCH, A DIVISION OF ALKALI

EXT. CORDOVA BRIDGE - BORDER - MORNING

A HUGE F***ING WALL. "YOU ARE NOW LEAVING THE UNITED STATES"

says the sign mounted on top of it. Brown muted light pushes

through the haze over the factories on the Mexican side.

An agitated Logan in border traffic, talking on his phone as

he eyes the CAMERAS watching him:

LOGAN:

Mr. Espiranza, yes, I know I said

June, but I want the boat now. Yes.

Why does that mean the price go up?

(frustrated)

(MORE)

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LOGAN (CONT'D)

Yes, I know you wanted seventy, but

I am telling you I have 45 cash

now. Just bring it to port in Baja.

The seller HANGS UP. Logan sighs. Logan squints at the Penny

Saver on his seat, a listing for a Sunseeker circled when a

CAR HORN blares. Logan inches forward moving past--

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