Logan

Part 4

OPEN DESERT - DAY

LOGAN'S LIMO RACES FROM THE PLANT GROUNDS, APPROACHING-- 

A HULKING FREIGHT TRAIN arriving quickly from parallel tracks. The train is moving faster than the limo.

Logan makes a hard left, cranking the wheel just clipping the front corner of Pierce's truck, spinning toward the tracks. 

THE TRAIN HAS ALMOST CAUGHT UP WITH THEM AS--

THE LIMO PLOWS STRAIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF A FEDERALE TRUCK which gets squeezed between the limo and train. Sparks fly.

LOGAN SPINS THE WHEEL, PUSHING THE TRUCK (and the Federal Commander in it) INTO THE PATH OF THE TRAIN AS--

LOGAN GUNS HIS LIMO ACROSS THE TRACKS ITS REAR END PINGED BY THE LOCOMOTIVE-- AND THE FEDERALE TRUCK OBLITERATED. 

LOGAN'S LIMO COMES TO A STOP ON THE OTHER SIDE. Logan looks back through the moving freight cars at--

Pierce and the remaining Reavers, stuck until it passes.It's a long train.

LIMO - RURAL HIGHWAY - DAY

Logan's battered limo racing at 120 mph.  

Logan's eyes darting to his rearview, peeled for any sign of Rivers. He glances back at --

LAURA and (Y/N), beside Charles, Laura's gaze fixed out the window while (Y/N) gaze is watching Laura with a smile.  

LOGAN: Who the fuck are you two?

Laura slowly turns, acknowledging Logan's existence. 

CHARLES: You know who she is, Logan. 

LOGAN: No. I don't.  

CHARLES: Does she remind you of anybody? 

Laura holds Logan's glare with her own equally hard look.  

Logan flares, peers tensely back out the windshield as he takes a hard turn.

(Y/N): Hey Laur's you ok?

Laura looked at (Y/N) and nodded.

ABANDONED SMELTING PLANT - MORNING

Donald Pierce steps over a mangled Reaver as the remaining"soldiers" clean up after the fight. 

PIERCE: Leave nothing behind fellas. We Were not here!

He walks toward the main building, then looks back. 

PIERCE: Bring me the tracker.

SMELTING PLANT KITCHEN - MORNING  

Pierce steps inside and takes in the room. Picks up the REDSLICKER on the chair. Finds her ball in the pocket. 

He turns as the DOOR IS OPENED and A SERIOUSLY INJURED CALIBAN is carried inside and shoved into a chair. He's Hooked up to an IV, his head is covered with a HOOD. 

Pierce rips off the hood and slaps Caliban's battered face.  

PIERCE: Wakey wakey.

Caliban blinks his pale eyes open. Pierce sits down across from him and smiles. 

PIERCE: You know, I read about you when I Was a kid. You tracked that crazygilled mutey fishy motherfuck, what was his name, Wave?(flutters his metal digits)Tracked him halfway 'cross the Atlantic they said. And you was underwater. Inside a sub. And you found him anyway. Shit. That's a gift. That's trackin'!