Logan Page #5

LOGAN:

Mr. Espiranza, yes, I know I said

June, but I want the boat now. Yes.

Why does that mean the price go up?

(frustrated)

(MORE)

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LOGAN (CONT'D)

Yes, I know you wanted seventy, but

I am telling you I have 45 cash

now. Just bring it to port in Baja.

The seller HANGS UP. Logan sighs. Logan squints at the Penny

Saver on his seat, a listing for a Sunseeker circled when a

CAR HORN blares. Logan inches forward moving past--

A semi pulling A LIVESTOCK TRAILER loaded with sad looking

horses. EL RIO MEATS painted on the side.

A BORDER AGENT nods cheerfully at Logan, recognizing him.

Waves him on. And that’s when we see --

THE WOMAN FROM THE CEMETERY (GABRIELA) WATCHING HIM FROM

BEHIND THE WHEEL OF HER FIAT. At a distance. She considers

following him, then swings her car around.

EXT. CIUDAD JUAREZ - HIGHWAY 45 -- MORNING

Logan drives through littered Mexican streets. Cinderblock

structures pocked with bullet holes, metal shutters pulled.

He merges onto Highway 45, heading for the desert.

EXT. ABANDONED SMELTING PLANT - DAY

A vista of dirt, bisected by train tracks and fence. Logan

slows as he approaches A GATE. Beyond the gate, AN ABANDONED

SMELTING PLANT. Logan exits, pulls keys, unlocks the gate.

A CART WITH A PROPANE TANK STOPS as the limo comes up the

road. Camera reveals the cart is pushed by A TALL MAN in a

wide hat, sunglasses and gloves. He wipes his ghost-pale

brow. This is CALIBAN, an albino mutant in his 60's with more

than a passing resemblance to Edvard Munch's THE SCREAM.

INT. SMELTING PLANT -- “KITCHEN” - DAY

THE WINDOWS ARE PAPERED TO KEEP OUT SUNLIGHT. Caliban,

glasses, hat and gloves off, prepares a tray of food as Logan

enters. From somewhere, the sound of AN OLD MAN SHOUTING.

CALIBAN:

He’s having a bad day.

LOGAN:

They’re all bad days.

Logan tosses Caliban the bag. He peers in. Logan crosses to

find something to eat.

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CALIBAN:

He needed these six hours ago.

This is not enough, you know. It

won’t last through the week.

LOGAN:

I’m working on it.

Caliban puts the bag of meds back in Logan's hand.

CALIBAN:

Your turn.

Logan sighs and crosses toward a cabinet.

CALIBAN (CONT'D)

You know, he told me last night

he’s communicating with someone.

Caliban follows. The old man’s voice getting louder.

LOGAN:

He’s not talking with anybody.

CALIBAN:

Don’t be so sure. He had all these

details. I thought that tank was

supposed to provide some sort of

barrier. It’s got all these cracks

in it. What good is that?

LOGAN:

Please stop.

Moving down a corridor, Logan opens a cabinet beside AN

EXTERIOR DOOR. Pulls out a box of SYRINGE KITS and restocks

the pills and a vial of liquid from the bag. Loads a syringe.

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