Logan Page #3

A semi pulling A LIVESTOCK TRAILER loaded with sad looking

horses. EL RIO MEATS painted on the side.

A BORDER AGENT nods cheerfully at Logan, recognizing him.

Waves him on. And that’s when we see --

THE WOMAN FROM THE CEMETERY (GABRIELA) WATCHING HIM FROM

BEHIND THE WHEEL OF HER FIAT. At a distance. She considers

following him, then swings her car around.

EXT. CIUDAD JUAREZ - HIGHWAY 45 -- MORNING

Logan drives through littered Mexican streets. Cinderblock

structures pocked with bullet holes, metal shutters pulled.

He merges onto Highway 45, heading for the desert.

EXT. ABANDONED SMELTING PLANT - DAY

A vista of dirt, bisected by train tracks and fence. Logan

slows as he approaches A GATE. Beyond the gate, AN ABANDONED

SMELTING PLANT. Logan exits, pulls keys, unlocks the gate.

A CART WITH A PROPANE TANK STOPS as the limo comes up the

road. Camera reveals the cart is pushed by A TALL MAN in a

wide hat, sunglasses and gloves. He wipes his ghost-pale

brow. This is CALIBAN, an albino mutant in his 60's with more

than a passing resemblance to Edvard Munch's THE SCREAM.

INT. SMELTING PLANT -- “KITCHEN” - DAY

THE WINDOWS ARE PAPERED TO KEEP OUT SUNLIGHT. Caliban,

glasses, hat and gloves off, prepares a tray of food as Logan

enters. From somewhere, the sound of AN OLD MAN SHOUTING.

CALIBAN:

He’s having a bad day.

LOGAN:

They’re all bad days.

Logan tosses Caliban the bag. He peers in. Logan crosses to

find something to eat.

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CALIBAN:

He needed these six hours ago.

This is not enough, you know. It

won’t last through the week.

LOGAN:

I’m working on it.

Caliban puts the bag of meds back in Logan's hand.

CALIBAN:

Your turn.

Logan sighs and crosses toward a cabinet.

CALIBAN (CONT'D)

You know, he told me last night

he’s communicating with someone.

Caliban follows. The old man’s voice getting louder.

LOGAN:

He’s not talking with anybody.

CALIBAN:

Don’t be so sure. He had all these

details. I thought that tank was

supposed to provide some sort of

barrier. It’s got all these cracks

in it. What good is that?

LOGAN:

Please stop.

Moving down a corridor, Logan opens a cabinet beside AN

EXTERIOR DOOR. Pulls out a box of SYRINGE KITS and restocks

the pills and a vial of liquid from the bag. Loads a syringe.

CALIBAN:

He’s been asking questions again.

He’s trying to read my mind.

LOGAN:

(re:
meds)

That’s what these are for.

Logan swings open the door and Caliban dodges the sudden

blast of sunlight as-

EXT. ABANDONED SMELTING PLANT -- DAY

Logan crosses beneath a catwalk toward A HUGE ROUND PLATED

TANK pitched over on its side. The old man’s voice getting

louder. He spins open the hatch and steps inside-

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INT. HUGE PLATED TANK -- CONTINUOUS

Logan enters the space and find himself facing, AN OLD MAN IN

A WHEELCHAIR making circles around mattress. CHARLES XAVIER

in his 90s. Bearded, tufts of white on his pate. A small

radio plays music with alligator clips to a car battery.

CHARLES:

Friends, I have Good News today!

It's not about what you do. It's

not about your deeds. You can't

live up to his rules. God knows you

can't. That's OK! We're imperfect!

Logan steps over a dumped tray of food, approaches Charles

with the meds. Charles swings his chair around him.

CHARLES (CONT’D)

Make way, sir.

Logan steps into his path and Charles stops.

CHARLES (CONT’D)

I said make way.

LOGAN:

No.

CHARLES:

The new Quesalupa from Taco Bell.

Get it with chicken, get it with

steak. But with cheese baked right

in the shell it’s the next big-

(beat)

Who are you?

LOGAN:

You know who I am.

CHARLES:

(sees the syringe)

The man who puts me to sleep.

LOGAN:

We could both use some sleep.

Logan proceeds to roll up Charles' sleeve, but Charles

resists and they struggle for control of the needle-

LOGAN (CONT’D)

Charles, you’re making this-

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Charles lunges for the needle and as Logan pulls it away,

CHARLES FALLS OUT OF THE CHAIR to the floor. He looks up at

Logan, enraged. A RINGING SOUND begins to rise...

CHARLES:

What are you f***ing doing to me!?

A tremor suddenly shakes Charles’ body. And now Logan is hit

with a PSIONIC BLAST. THE RINGING LOUD AND UNBEARABLE, like a

fork scraping his brain. Charles eyes are now blood red.

EXT. SMELTING PLANT FUEL TANK - DAY

Caliban, headed back to the kitchen, suddenly fights a kind

of induced paralysis, struggling to move, breathe-

INT. SMELTING PLANT FUEL TANK - DAY

Logan, pushing through the pain, pulls out the syringe and

INJECTS Charles. The medication immediately takes effect,

subduing the wave.

EXT. SMELTING PLANT FUEL TANK - DAY

Caliban is released as well, gulping for air.

INT. SMELTING PLANT FUEL TANK - DAY

Charles lies still, staring up at Logan who shakes off the

effects of the wave, the ringing fading. He reaches down and

picks up the disoriented old man-

CHARLES:

How long have I been here?

Logan carries him to the bed and sets him down. Charles looks

around, in tears. Logan doesn’t answer, dumps two pills into

his palm which he transfers to Charles' hand.

CHARLES (CONT’D)

What are these?

LOGAN:

You remember what they are. The

shots mellow the seizures, the

pills keep them from happening.

Charles stares at the pills.

LOGAN (CONT’D)

How ‘bout you blow on them to make

them safe.

Charles looks up at Logan.

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CHARLES:

F*** off, Logan.

LOGAN:

So you know who I am now.

CHARLES:

I always know who you are.

Sometimes I just don't recognize you.

LOGAN:

Take the pills.

Charles pops them in his mouth, swallows them. Logan starts

to clean up the spilled dinner.

CHARLES:

(mutters)

...you leave me alone with that

f***ing Albino... he won’t listen

to me. I know a damn speciation

when I see one.

LOGAN:

A what?

CHARLES:

A speciation.

(then)

A new mutant. A young one.

There are forces trying to kill

them! They need help!

LOGAN:

Too bad you're not in that business

anymore.

CHARLES:

They want your help, not mine.

(off Logan’s look)

Oh, yes. That’s how f***ing stupid

they are. They're waiting for you.

At the Statue of Liberty.

LOGAN:

The Statue of Liberty was a long

time ago, Charles. A long time.

Logan crosses to the old man. Takes in the worry on his face.

LOGAN (CONT’D)

There are no new mutants. Hasn't

been a new one born in twenty-five

years. Not anywhere.

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Charles looks off. The drugs mercifully tugging at him.

CHARLES:

Impossible.

Logan pulls the quilt over the old man.

LOGAN:

You always thought we were part of

God's Plan. Maybe we were just

God's mistake.

Charles touches Logan's face. A tender moment until-

CHARLES:

What a disappointment you are.

Logan takes this in. Stung.

CHARLES (CONT’D)

When I found you, you were pursuing

a career as a “cage fighter”.

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