Logan Page #5

LOGAN:

And by people, you mean fat

fucktards living in their parents’

basements playing with dolls?

GABRIELA:

Whoever it was, they were right.

She has a point. THE SOUND OF SHATTERING GLASS.

LADY MANAGER:

Hey!

THE GIRL IN THE SLICKER HAS SMASHED a motel window with her

ball. The Manager advances on her with a broom. The girl

stares, fascinated and perhaps amused by the angry woman.

LADY MANAGER (CONT’D)

Wipe that smile off your face,

Missy!

(MORE)

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LADY MANAGER (CONT’D)

I told you to stop it with that

ball. Bad girl. Mamacita is gonna

have to pay for that!

GABRIELA:

(rushing forward)

No. Please. Stop!

Gabriela falls face down on the pavement. The girl runs to

her but freezes when Logan looks up at her. He kneels down.

Sees blood staining Gabriela's raincoat sleeve. BULLET WOUND.

LADY MANAGER:

They have to pay for damages. She’s

got cash. I seen it.

LOGAN:

Get your fat ass back in your

office. You’ll get your money.

The MOTEL MANAGER flees to her office.

GABRIELA:

(panicked, terrified)

Don’t let her call anyone. They

will find us. They will kill us.

INT. LIBERTY MOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT

Logan helps Gabriela to the bed. He takes in the mess of

files, print outs, clippings, toys. He notices a medical kit.

Cracks it open, fully stocked, looks at Gabriela.

GABRIELA:

I‘m a nurse.

(then)

Was. In Mexico City.

Logan watches as Gabriela lifts her sleeve, takes things from

the kit, ministering to her wound.

LOGAN:

When did that happen?

GABRIELA:

This morning. Near the border. I

got away from them. But they know

my car now.

She reaches for the NIGHT STAND, pries open its cheap side

paneling, and pulls out a bloody envelope hidden there. Hands

it to Logan. There’s an address on the outside and a set of

numbers beneath it. Inside, bundles of greenbacks.

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GABRIELA (CONT’D)

Take it. Please. Bring us to this

address. It’s twenty thousand. You

can have thirty more when we get

there. My friends will-

LOGAN:

Where did you get this?

GABRIELA:

It doesn’t matter.

LOGAN:

Does to me.

GABRIELA:

My boyfriend. He wants to kill me.

And take her.

He eyes the girl standing in the door.

LOGAN:

That’s your daughter?

Gabriela and the girl exchange looks.

GABRIELA:

...yes.

(quietly)

He wants to hurt her.

(takes Logan’s hand)

I know you are still good inside.

I know you want to help.

(looks in his eyes)

Please. There won’t be any

problems. Not if we leave now.

LOGAN:

I can’t leave right now.

GABRIELA:

We have to be there Friday.

LOGAN:

Or what?

GABRIELA:

Or we miss our chance. To cross.

(a coughing fit, then)

Our... family. They will be there

that day. No other day.

Logan glances at the girl and back to Gabriela. The money in

his hand. Enough to buy the boat.

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LOGAN:

I can get you there Friday. But I

need to go home first, take care of

some things.

GABRIELA:

Bring us with you. Please. We can

help with whatever you need to do.

Logan moves to the door. Gabriela sobs, closes her eyes.

LOGAN:

I’ll be back in a few hours.

(looks at the girl)

Keep this locked. And tell your

mommy I know she’s lying.

Logan exits and we move CLOSE ON--THE GIRL. She crosses to

the window, looking out like a sentinel, as Logan’s limo

drives away.

EXT. ABANDONED SMELTING PLANT -- NIGHT

Logan pulls in. The trunk pops open and Logan walks around

and grabs several bags from the back. Then slams it closed.

INT. SMELTING PLANT -- KITCHEN -- NIGHT

As Caliban goes through all of the GROCERIES Logan has

brought. Steaks. Ice Cream. Cereal. Bourbon.

CALIBAN:

Tell me you didn’t rob a bank.

Logan tosses him a white paper bag. Caliban looks inside--

it’s stuffed full of meds.

CALIBAN (CONT’D)

So you did rob a bank.

LOGAN:

I got a job that's gonna pay enough

to change things. But I have to go

away. For a week.

Caliban takes this in, watches as Logan opens a Tequila

bottle and continue out the door.

EXT. ABANDONED SMELTING PLANT -- NIGHT

Caliban pokes his head out into the desert night, watching

Logan heading toward Charles' tank.

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INT. SMELTING PLANT FUEL TANK -- MOMENTS LATER

Logan finishes giving Charles his pills, lays him down on his

bed. Charles is a bit dazed. Logan’s phone buzzes. He pops on

his new eyeglasses, looks down at it.

THE TEXT READS -- “Please hurry.”

CHARLES:

I like those. They make you look

younger.

Logan types back, “On my way.”

Caliban arrives in the hatchway, watching.

LOGAN:

Charles. Listen. I gotta go for a

few days. I got a long ride for

some good money. When I get back,

we’re getting out of here, okay.

Gonna drive down to Yelapa and get

ourselves a boat. Live on the

ocean.

CHARLES:

And... you’ll be safe there? From

the people after you?

Logan meets Charles’ eyes. He looks to Caliban in the door.

LOGAN:

Yeah. I’ll be safe.

Charles looks up at him, pleased. Logan considers his old

friend, then heads for the hatch, moving past Caliban.

EXT. LIBERTY MOTEL ALLEY AND ROAD -- DAWN

Logan pulls into the lot. Everything peaceful and wet. A TV

glows in the manager’s office. Logan crosses to the door to

Gabriela’s room. He knocks.

LOGAN:

Ready to go?

But he gets no answer, his eyes finding the splintered wood

around the doorjamb. He pushes the door open...

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INT. LIBERTY MOTEL ROOM - MORNING

The room has been trashed. Blood everywhere. The bed is

empty. Gabriela is tied to a chair, eyes unblinking, face

blue, body riddled with bullets and cuts.

LOGAN:

...F***.

Logan makes a sweep of the room. Then recalls -

The NIGHT STAND. Pries the side panel free. There, wedged in

the gap-- A PHONE IN A PINK CASE. He takes it.

Sees her last text was to him. “Please hurry...”

He pockets the phone.

EXT. LIBERTY MOTEL - MORNING - RAIN

Logan closes the door behind him and steps into the rain,

scanning the lot. No sign of the girl anywhere.

He looks down, noticing gouges on the concrete, slashes,

filling with rain and blood. Then he spots --

A BLOODY CYBORG FINGER on the pavement. High Tech. Severed at

the knuckle, wires trailing. He picks it up. The f***?

SIRENS BEGINS TO RISE. He quickly crosses to his car, now

noticing the MOTEL MANAGER DEAD BY THE VENDING MACHINES.

EXT. ABANDONED SMELTING PLANT -- DAY

Logan barrels through the gate and screeches to a stop.

Gets out and heads for the small structure behind the tank

that contains his bedroom--

CALIBAN:

Hello! Logan! --What happened?

Caliban rounds the corner in his big hat and goggles,

approaching from his "garden" with a bunch of beets. Logan

starts to climb the steps but turns as Caliban follows.

CALIBAN (CONT'D)

Did something go wrong?

LOGAN:

(moving away again)

The job was wrong to begin with.

Caliban turns away with a sigh, heading to the main building.

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