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
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.
...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...
you’re gonna strip ‘em. Plating
flakes off, you know...
A Jittery Banger cocks his shotgun.
Final Shooting - 8/23/2016 2.
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.
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 --
(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.