AN LCD BILLBOARD WITH DEFECTIVE PIXELS

A BEAUTIFUL COUPLE dance on a giant can of a Red-Bull-like

drink--HYPNO! The label morphs to different flavors.

EXT. A VACANT LOT -- NIGHT

Colored light from the billboard flickers over a bullet

riddled sign:
ROUTE 85. U.S. BORDER, EL PASO, TEXAS.

Beneath the sign is a LONG BLACK LIMOUSINE.

Cars whip past on the highway. Then A VAN passes, blasting

some future version of Techno Latino Hip Hop. A SQUEAL OF

TIRES OS. Now the music gets louder as the van returns,

cruising slowly past the black limo before pulling into the

lot. Five Bangers bail out and check out the black stretch.

The limo doors are locked, windows tinted, so they can’t see

what’s inside, but they check out the tires and wheels and

like what they see. With the speed of a pit crew, they open

the back of the van and out come TOOLS AND A JACK.

INT. LIMO -- SAME

We move over the back bench, past empty bottles, fast food

wrappers as A SLEEPING MAN’S FACE ratchets into frame.

He opens his red eyes.

The man is LOGAN aka The Wolverine or more accurately, Drunk

Wolverine. He blinks, dazed, feeling the car lurching upward.

Older than we've seen him, he clutches a Tequila bottle.

EXT. LIMO -- EL PASO HIGHWAY TURNOUT - NIGHT

As the back door opens, the tequila bottle drops to the dirt

and A BOOTED LEG STEPS OUT.

Logan shuffles, stiff, to the other side of the stretch where

the Bangers work, removing wheels, lit by colored light.

LOGAN:

...Uh. Please stop, guys. Those,..

those are chrome plated lugs.

They all five turn. Some pull guns on the drunk limo driver.

He just keeps talking, slurring some...

LOGAN (CONT’D)

you’re gonna strip ‘em. Plating

flakes off, you know...

A Jittery Banger cocks his shotgun.

Final Shooting - 8/23/2016 2.

LOGAN (CONT’D)

It’s a lease, you know, and no one

wants to pay to ride in a-

-- THE JITTERY BANGER FIRES. Blows Logan right off his feet.

LOGAN (CONT’D)

Fuck.

Now might be a good time to talk about “fights” described in

the next 100 or so pages. Basically, if you’re on the make

for a hyper choreographed, gravity defying, city-block

destroying, CG fuckathon, this ain’t your movie.

In this flick, people will get hurt or killed when shit falls

on them. They will get just as hurt or just as killed if they

get hit with something big and heavy like, say, a car. Should

anyone in our story have the misfortune to fall off a roof or

out a window, they won’t bounce. They will die.

As for our hero with his so-called eternal life and healing.

Well, he’s older now. If you keep reading, you’ll discover

Logan’s about to get his ass kicked. But before we get to

that, we should make it clear his abilities ain’t what they

were. Yes, he’s a drunk, but he’s also fading on the inside.

Adamantium implants leeching into his system, causing chronic

pain and diminished healing, hence booze as painkiller.

So by all means, go ahead and worry about him.

Now where were we? Oh, yeah-

As the smoke settles, a CROWBAR-toting Banger angrily chews

out Jitters in Spanish for firing. The others resume their

work... none aware of Logan slowly getting up, till --

LOGAN (CONT’D)

Guys... seriously...

(gets to his feet)

You don’t wanna do this.

The Bangers react to Logan with bafflement. Ad-lib Spanish

reactions, nervous chuckles -

CROWBAR presses down JITTER’S gun as he moves to Logan.

We hear a familiar SNIKT! as claws slowly extend from one of

Logan’s hands, then mostly extend from the other. Logan is

still frowning at his bad hand when-

CROWBAR THWACKS HIS SKULL. A metallic ring.

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