Logan Page #4

LOGAN:

I’m not in the mood for bedtime-

CHARLES:

A warm capper to life as an

assassin, hooked on barbiturates.

(smiles, dark)

You were an animal, but we took you

in. I gave you a family.

LOGAN:

(darkens)

They’re gone now.

CHARLES:

What did you do?

Logan eyes him a hard beat, then turns to go.

CHARLES (CONT’D)

Answer me! Why are we here?

But Logan ignores him, moving for the hatch.

CHARLES (CONT’D)

No one should have to live this

way! Drugged! In a f***ing tank!

LOGAN:

It’s for your own good.

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CHARLES:

No. NO it’s NOT! You’re waiting for

me to die!

EXT. SMELTING PLANT FUEL TANK -- CONTINUOUS

Logan spins the hatch wheel, entombing the old man.

He walks away as the yelling continues.

CHARLES (O.S.)

Drink new Hypno Plus! Fortified

with seven nutrients and Extacine

5, for energy and vitality!

INT. LOGAN’S BEDROOM -- SMELTING PLANT -- LATE DAY

A SERIES OF SHOTS-- Logan on his back, unable to sleep, the

sun hitting his face through a soot covered window as he

stares hard at the Penny Saver boat listings: La Serenata.

He tosses the Pennysaver. Paces like a panther. Shirtless,

scarred. He stops, looks at his right hand, flexes it, stiff,

arthritic, knuckles swollen, the slits moist.

He forces his claws out. They come slow. Painfully. Middle

one lagging. He grabs the middle claw with his other hand and

pulls it hard, slicing into his palm, blood flowing.

EXT. SMELTING PLANT -- SUNSET

Stumbling in fading light, his palm wrapped with a rag, Logan

drinks from a bottle and stares at the fading light as he

hears Charles calling his name in the great pitched tank.

INT. LOCKER ROOM SHOWER - SMELTING PLANT - NIGHT

Logan lets the water run over his scars and swollen joints.

Bullet wounds are closed but still visible.

INT. LOGAN'S BEDROOM - SMELTING PLANT - NIGHT

Logan dresses in his chauffeur blacks. His hand shakes making

it hard to button his shirt.

INT. SMELTING PLANT KITCHEN - NIGHT

Logan enters, finds Caliban sorting laundry... Logan pours

himself a coffee, falls in a chair.

CALIBAN:

I don't want to fight but we need

to talk about these things. There

are things.

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LOGAN:

What things.

CALIBAN:

Well. Would it be considered

nagging if repeated my observation

that the dose is too low. To

suppress the seizures.

He shakes a near an empty pill bottle and puts it on the

table. Logan examines it.

LOGAN:

It’s what the guy gave me. I wasn’t

in a position to make demands.

CALIBAN:

I almost died this morning. That

seizure was a-

LOGAN:

It wasn't even a minute.

CALIBAN:

It felt a lot longer than a minute.

I couldn't breathe. I was in a

terrible state. You’re less

affected, Logan-- Please don’t give

me that look. You know he needs a

higher dose. And I know you’ve got

more money squirreled away.

A red light blinks on the loading dock. Logan glares at

Caliban as a rumble rises.

LOGAN:

That money’s to get us out of here.

CALIBAN:

No. Not us. You and him. You’re

saving up for a bloody Sunseeker. I

don’t see myself hiding below deck

like Nosferatu, doing laundry, do

you? ...Folding your underwear.

Making pigs in a blanket.

Out another window we see-- A FREIGHT TRAIN PASSES.

Caliban crosses with his tea, holding something.

CALIBAN (CONT’D)

This was in your pocket.

Caliban sniffs a gleaming bullet, sets it down.

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CALIBAN (CONT’D)

Adamantium.

Logan snatches it. Looks at Caliban. Don’t go here.

CALIBAN (CONT’D)

If you’re thinking of blowing your

brains out, please wait till you’re

out on the high seas. Thanks.

LOGAN:

I don’t need this right now.

CALIBAN:

A year ago, you asked me to help

you. And God knows I try but I

can't help you, not really, if you

don't talk to me. I hear you at

night. You aren't sleeping. You

don’t want to talk about that. Or

the booze you're drinking or the

pus you keep wiping from your

knuckles or the blood I wash from

your clothes or those brand new

holes in your chest, that haven't

healed. And I very much doubt you

want to talk about the fact that

you can’t read the label on the

side of that bottle.

(re:
the vial)

It’s Ibuprofen.

Logan stares at the bottle, humiliated. Suddenly, he kicks

back his chair and, off Caliban’s nervous expression, slaps

his cup out of his hands. It shatters.

CALIBAN (CONT’D)

That was my favorite mug.

Logan crosses to his coat.

CALIBAN (CONT’D)

Something's happening to you,

Logan. On the inside. I can smell

it. You’re sick.

Logan moves toward the exit, eyes aflame.

CALIBAN (CONT'D)

You're supposed to be leading us

somewhere.

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INT. / EXT. LIMO / EL PASO HIGHWAY -- NIGHT

Music blasts. Logan drives five bawdy bridesmaids. They laugh

and shout. One grins at him, FLASHES HIM as he pulls into

their destination. Logan hustles outside, holding the door as

they start to stumble out pushing tips as him. That's when-

HIS PHONE BUZZES-- Logan squints at what looks like a new

fare as the last bridesmaid exits. He reaches in his coat and

pulls out READING GLASSES (A Walgreens tag still on them.)

The address on the phone -- 3300 Marquez.

EXT. LIBERTY MOTEL -- NIGHT

Logan pulls his limo into a lot fronting a small twentieth

century motel next to the freeway. 3300 Marquez. A neon

STATUE OF LIBERTY looms overhead.

Logan gets out of the car and takes in the sign.

He looks to the OFFICE and sees A WOMAN, (THE MANAGER) a big

lady, tinted hair, thinning, in flip flops, smoking a vape.

Logan hears a BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE and turns to see...

THE GIRL IN THE RAIN SLICKER.

As he walks into the courtyard, he can see that she is brown

skinned, dark-eyed, staring at him, standing by THE FIAT WITH

THE BROKEN LIGHT, calmly bouncing a ball. Once in a while she

bounces it off the side of the motel, catching it crisply.

WOMAN’S VOICE

Senor Logan.

Logan turns and sees THE HISPANIC WOMAN FROM THE GRAVEYARD

standing in the door of one of the rooms, holding a suitcase.

LOGAN:

Oh, Jesus.

WOMAN:

Please. ...We need a ride.

As she steps out of the room, we see that she is weak.

LOGAN:

(turns to go)

Not available. Call a cab.

WOMAN:

(she follows)

I’m not crazy. My name is Gabriela

Lopez.

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LOGAN:

I don’t want to know your name!

GABRIELA (WOMAN)

There are men after us. They almost

got us today. We need to get to

North Dakota. There, we can cross.

To Canada.

LOGAN:

Anyone can do that job.

GABRIELA:

No. It has to be you. I’ll give you

fifty thousand dollars

LOGAN:

(turns)

How’d you find me? Huh?! ‘Cause you

are f***ing up my life, lady. The

people after you are on my ass now.

GABRIELA:

...Sightings... were posted.

LOGAN:

Sightings.

GABRIELA:

On chat rooms. People said someone

looked like The Wolverine was in El

Paso, driving. Said he looked old.

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