Logan Page #3

"You are God's plan!" "We are God's plan!"

"Be Part of God's plan!" "His plan!"

Then Logan notices, across the street--

A FIAT WITH MEXICAN PLATES AND A BAD HEADLIGHT DOUBLE PARKED.

The driver, a Woman inside watching him. A child in back in a

red jacket watches him too.

INT./EXT. LIMO - EL PASO STREETS - LATER - NIGHT

AN OLD LADY and her HUSBAND, both in failing health, ride,

clinging to "God's Plan" Merchandise. The Old Lady looks out

the window at the lost souls on the street.

OLD LADY:

Shouldn’t we lock the doors?

LOGAN:

They’re locked, ma’am.

Logan watches as her husband takes her hand. Then, Logan

notices-- THE FIAT WITH MEXICAN PLATES. He makes a quick

turn, the old folks sliding to one side. He's lost them.

EXT. EL PASO CEMETERY GROUNDS - DAWN

Logan in f.g., tossing out some trash as A PASTOR speaks to a

grieving assemblage over a grave.

Final Shooting - 8/23/2016 6.

Returning to his limo, Logan watches THE BEREAVED FAMILY,

drawn in spite of himself: how they mourn the loss of their

own, how they console each other-

VOICE:

Logan.

He turns to face A DISHEVELED HISPANIC WOMAN, 35. She stands

about twenty paces from THE BATTERED FIAT WITH ONE HEADLIGHT,

wipers on. Logan eyes the woman, wild-eyed, dirty raincoat,

gets a big whiff of “crazy.”

HISPANIC WOMAN:

...I knew it was you.

Logan moves past her, heads for his limo in line with others.

HISPANIC WOMAN (CONT’D)

Please. I’m in trouble. You’re the

only one who can help.

Logan looks at her as THE MOURNERS (his clients) come down

the hill toward the line of black vehicles.

HISPANIC WOMAN (CONT’D)

I need a hero.

Logan laughs as he pulls an umbrella from his trunk.

LOGAN:

Don’t we all.

He turns to his clients, holding the umbrella over a sobbing

widow, escorting her to the door of his limo. The Hispanic

woman just stands there, rain soaking her.

HISPANIC WOMAN:

(in Spanish)

What the hell happened to you?!

What are you hiding from?!

As Logan falls behind the wheel, he checks his clients in the

rear view and that’s when there is a sudden screech--

THE FIAT makes a fast U-turn, nearly sideswiping him. And as

it swerves away, Logan glimpses THE FIGURE in the back

window. THE DARK-HAIRED GIRL IN A RED SLICKER, face a blur.

EXT. EL PASO HOSPITAL -- MORNING

WIDE AS-- Logan pulls his stretch into a spot at A HOSPITAL

EMERGENCY ROOM ENTRANCE. He hurries through the rain, meeting

A LARGE MAN IN ORDERLY SCRUBS, smoking a vape under a canopy.

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