FRANCIS (with affection:
LOGAN (looking at the infant)
Even the alarm didn't wake him.
LOGAN (one last look;
All right, Francis...I'm with you.
Sleep time...go to sleep.
Sleeping time, little ones.
You need a lift. Let's go
to Arcade and celebrate...
your alert successor...Logan-6.
where the babies are?
(putting a card key into a door
which opens soundlessly)
Not in my time...
doorways, each glowing faintly. They pause, waiting.
at Logan curiously)
just wondered...what happens?
Dunno...flameout maybe. Whatever
happens, you can bet it's final.
But who would want to find out?
The two men move to the spot as a maze-car stops. They enter it
softly off into a kind of twilight.
They move off.
22EXT. - MAZE- CAR
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