Logan's Run Page #5

Want me to take my clothes off?

Not for your face.

You shouldn't have brought him here.

I didn't bring him.

What's the difference?

He's blinking.

He wants to run.

Run?

He's a Sandman.

I tell you, he's running. I know.

Maybe.

I just wish he'd gone somewhere else.

All right, he gets a face.

I like dark hair.

Tell him to give you dark hair.

All set?

Did you have anything special in mind?

I don't care, just...

Dark hair.

Oh, yes.

Holly would like dark hair.

We'll start by narrowing

the cheekbones.

With this, there's no waiting

for scar burnishing.

It's all in one.

Watch now.

Here's the improvement.

Instant healing before you feel a thing.

Hello, yes?

Yes, they are.

Done.

Pay attention, Sandman.

I'm proud of this machine.

Perfect depth adjustment on this one.

The beam will cut through that uniform

and just through the skin beneath.

Absolute precision.

Watch now.

Just imagine what would happen...

...if the healing stopped functioning.

Doc, the machine is spinning!

Right! It's a trap.

They know.

I'm a runner!

- What's going on?

- Get out of my way! Get off me!

What are you talking about?

I saw you let a runner go.

In Cathedral.

I was there!

Follow me.

Stay close.

We've got to go through the Love Shop.

Where'd they go?

A Sandman and a green?

Didn't you see them?

- Why do you run from your friend?

- Because he is my friend.

I don't want to be killed by him,

or anyone else.

He's good, isn't he?

You mean, will he find us and kill us?

Yes. Or one of the others will.

You know, they won't believe us.

Maybe not. But I'd rather take my

chance with them than with Francis.

They won't listen.

Do you think Sandmen will?

There's no other way for me.

We'll convince them.

You better stay behind me.

How will they know we're coming?

They're watching us now.

They'll let us in when they're sure.

There, 17th Quadrant K.

- Whose signal?

- Logan 5.

- Who's available?

- 7, 9 and Arcade Patrol.

Sandman, put your hands on your head.

Clasp your fingers together.

Now turn your hands over. Palms up.

In a moment, a light will shine

in your eyes.

Walk into it. Jessica first.

Then you, Sandman.

You will have to stoop,

but don't unclasp your hands.

Do you agree?

Move against the pillar.

Up against it!

Look, I'm a runner.

She brought me here because

I begged her to help me.

- He's lying.

- No Sandman ever ran.

You don't run.

You kill runners.

You have always killed runners.

Yes, I have.

But now it's my turn.

And I find I want to live.

What's the matter with you?

He's a runner! He's blinking!

We must help anyone who asks. We must!

Or we're the same as they are,

deciding who lives or dies!

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