Logan Page #4

Final Shooting - 8/23/2016 7.

The two talk for a moment, Logan hands the man cash and the

man toys with handing Logan a bag, pulls it away, demanding

more money. They argue.

REVERSE TO REVEAL-- A MAN IN A JEEP, WATCHING through the

rain, HIS METAL HAND ON THE WHEEL.

INT. LOGAN’S LIMO -- OUTSIDE HOSPITAL -- MOMENTS LATER

Logan, now carrying the bag, hurries through the rain to his

Limo. He climbs inside starts it up but is startled by the

back door opening and closing. Logan spins to face --

A SMILING MAN in the back of his stretch. This is Donald

Pierce, 35. A southern boy, smooth and playful.

PIERCE:

As I live and breathe. The

Wolverine. And he's a junkie now.

LOGAN:

Who the f*** are you?

PIERCE:

Y’know, you got some buckshot in

your door.

(plays with the liquor

bottles in back)

I heard you were in Phoenix.

Food’s better there by the way. But

then, last night, some friends in

Texas H-P called, told me they

found three dead cholos in a

pullout out on 54. Not unusual,

except one was missing a hand.

Another a leg. Multiple parallel

lacerations. Slashes, femoral,

thoracic. So, they’re thinking it

was either an escaped Tiger or

Freddy Krueger... but neither of

those can drive, one being

fictional the other extinct. And

since the wheel lugs they found

belong to a ‘24 Gauntlet-

LOGAN:

Get out. Now.

PIERCE:

Has she found you yet? ...Gabriela?

(off Logan’s blank look)

See, I’m not looking for you,

mutey. Not really. I’m looking for

someone who’s looking for you.

(MORE)

Final Shooting - 8/23/2016 8.

PIERCE (CONT'D)

(then)

She took something of mine.

Something for which I am

responsible. When I wasn’t looking.

Mexican lady. Long hair, long legs,

Long gone. Has her sights on you.

(off Logan’s glare)

No bells?

LOGAN:

I don’t know any Gabriela.

So get the f*** out.

Pierce just smiles, unfazed, then shifts his gaze to Logan’s

bag of pills. Peering in, quasi-conspiratorial:

PIERCE:

I know what you’re hiding, amigo.

Cue ball south of the border?

Logan tenses, says nothing.

LOGAN:

What do you want?

PIERCE:

A little ...cooperation.

Flicks a business card.

PIERCE (CONT’D)

If she does find you.

Then Pierce exits. Crosses in the rain to a Custom Ram Truck,

Logan looks to the card:

DONALD PIERCE -- CHIEF OF SECURITY

TRANSIGEN RESEARCH, A DIVISION OF ALKALI

EXT. CORDOVA BRIDGE - BORDER - MORNING

A HUGE F***ING WALL. "YOU ARE NOW LEAVING THE UNITED STATES"

says the sign mounted on top of it. Brown muted light pushes

through the haze over the factories on the Mexican side.

An agitated Logan in border traffic, talking on his phone as

he eyes the CAMERAS watching him:

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