Logan's Run Page #7

A. Logan and Francis separate...to encircle the running man.

B. The running man turns a corner and for a moment Logan cannot see

him.

C. As Logan turns the corner...Francis is on the other side and

FIRES at the running man...JUST MISSING HIM.

D.Francis winks at Logan as he pursues the running man up a ramp

and Logan gets it: A little cat and mouse is in order.

(NOTE:
THE CHASE WILL BE THE DIRECTOR'S OPTION.)

E. Logan FIRES... just missing the man...Francis FIRES again. . .

just missing, too.

F. The man is in a panic as he continues up the ramp...to various

levels and areas.

G. Both barrels (of Logan and Francis' respective guns) glow again

as they FIRE...with both just missing the running man once more.

H. The man's face is crazed...and sweating...the mouse is going

berserk as he has been chased to a high level.

I. He stands frozen, petrified, driven to the edge of a high balcony

by the shots--teetering now. He is in full sight of Logan, Francis

is across the hall.

J. The Runner¹s face. He looks at death twenty feet away--Logan

aims.

K. Francis, watching, smiling at the perfect moment.

L. Logan's face. A shadow of thought, a hesitation.

M. The Runner lunges. Logan fires, misses.

N. Francis fires a salvo, drives the Runner back to the rail where

he teeters again, throws his hands in front of his face and plunges.

The SCREAMING in Carousel reaches a peak.

59X12-

63X1 OUT

63X2WITH LOGAN

As he arrives at the dead body of the Runner, bends over him, turns

the man's left hand up. We see the flower crystal. Black.

Logan takes out his transceiver.

63X3INSERT TRANSCEIVER

A man's face visible. Logan checks it against the face of the dead

man. They are not the same.

63X4ANOTHER ANGLE

As Francis comes up, waits. Logan moves the transceiver to the dead

man's face, rests it on his forehead.

63X5INSERT TRANSCEIVER READOUT:

The words appear: IDENT. AFFIRM....NEW YOU #483 ALTERATION

63X6LOGAN

Scowls for a moment, then shrugs. He takes out a small flat pouch

and methodically strips from the body its few personal things,

stuffs them into the pouch. Then his eye is caught by the man's

right hand, clenched. Logan opens it. A metal ankh on a bit of

chain. It means nothing to Logan who stuffs it into the pouch and

closes it. Now again he fiddles with the transceiver, speaks into it

softly.

LOGAN:

Runner terminated 0:31

(a beat)

Ready for cleanup.

Done with his job, he rises to face Francis.

LOGAN:

(smiling)

That was a great shot you made.

FRANCIS:

Yes.

(beat)

But you look a little rusty to me --

what were you doing, wondering?

Logan shrugs. He's not sure himself. Together they walk off down the

hall, passing CAMERA

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