X-Men

       Logan sits up in his bed, his chest bandaged.

       VRRRIP -- the sound of blinds being pulled open.  Bright

       sunshine fills the room, washing across a box and a card

       sitting on a bureau.

       ANGLE ON: the card as Logan reads it.

       LOGAN -- WELCOME HOME.  It is signed simply, X.

       Logan reaches in the box, pulling out -- a UNIFORM.  He

       lays it on the bed.  He pulls on one of the gloves,

       stretching his fingers in it.  Perfect fit.

       SHOOK -- He pops his claws through THREE METAL RINGLETS

       on the back of the glove -- clearly it was made

       specifically for him.

       Logan looks down into the box for him.

       INT. LOGANíS ROOM - LATER - DAY

       From behind Logan we see him finish putting something on

       over his head.  Logan turns into frame, he is wearing a

       dark blue MASK.

       It fits his head neatly.  The sides arch up shadowing his

       ears, giving him a wolf or fox-like appearance.  The

       shape is reminiscent of Loganís sketch -- the wolverine.

       Logan stands facing a mirror.  The mask looks good on him

       and he seems to know it.

       Xavier is in the doorway.

       Logan pulls off the mask, embarrassed.

                           LOGAN

                 Donít you knock?

                           XAVIER

                 Theyíre all asking how youíre doing.

                 Are you feeling up to saying hello to

                 everyone?

                           LOGAN

                     (pulling the glove off)

                 Actually Iím feeling up to leaving.

       Logan walks over to the closet and pulls out a shirt.  He

       puts it on.

                           XAVIER

                     (surprised)

                 Why?  You have a home here now, if you

                 want it.  Everyone will...

                           LOGAN

                 What?... miss me?  Charley, Iím gonna

                 walk out the front door and trust me,

                 it wonít be soon enough for everyone

                 here.

       Logan pulls a duffle bag out of the closet.

                           LOGAN (contíd)

                 Can I, umm?

                           XAVIER

                 Of course.  Everything in this room is

                 for you.

       Logan seems genuinely touched by the gesture.

                           LOGAN

                 Thanks, Iíll pay you back.

       Logan shoves some clothes into the bag, but not all.

                           XAVIER

                 Well if youíre going to leave then you

                 at least owe them a goodbye.

       Logan smirks.  He picks up his bag.  They exit the room

       together.

       INT. MANSION - DAY

       The celebration continues unabated.  The newscaster on

       the defeat of the Mutant Registration Act muted, in the

       background -- Storm, Jean, and Cyclops all sit around a

       table chatting.  Rogue sits on the couch with other

       students, trying on a new pair of leather gloves.

                           XAVIER (O.S.)

                 Excuse me.

                     (louder)

                 Excuse me.

       Xavier is in the doorway.

                           XAVIER (contíd)

                 Everyone, Logan would like to say...

       Logan steps into the doorway.  Everyone can see him now.

       Before Xavier can finish his sentence he is interrupted

       by --

       APPLAUSE -- simple, genuine, applause.

       Students slowly stand up.  Proud of Logan.  For he is one

       of them.  He is a mutant.  And he is a hero.

       As the unconditional applause echoes around him, Logan

       seems sincerely touched by their spontaneous outpouring.

       He is almost choked up -- almost.

       The applause quiet.

                           XAVIER (contíd)

                 Well, Logan.

       All eyes are on Logan.  Logan pauses.  He looks to

       Xavier, then back to the room.

                           LOGAN

                 Whatís a guy gotta do to get a beer

                 around here?

       Logan puts his duffle bag down.  He walks over to the

       table with Storm, Cyclops and Jean.  Jean smiles at him,

       so does Cyclops -- his arm around the back of her chair.

       Logan sees them together, they are happy, and finally he

       offers a smile.

       Xavier holds for a moment at the door.  A look of pride

       on his face, the pride a father has for his children.

       INT. PLASTIC PRISON - DAY

       A CLEAR PLASTIC HALLWAY

       Thatís right, PLASTIC.  Everything we can see -- walls,

       ceiling, floor -- is made, entirely, of thick, clear

       plastic.

       DOWN THE HALL TO:

       A THICK PLASTIC CELL

       There, in the middle, at the clear plastic desk, with two

       clear plastic cups filled with the only thing of color

       other than the two men in the room.

       Xavier and Magneto.

       They play a friendly game of chess.

       Magneto is notably without his trademark helmet.  Two

       casts encase his legs from his Logan-inflicted injury.

       Xavier is on a modified plastic chair with plastic

       wheels.

                           MAGNETO

                 I wouldnít really have let you die,

                 you know.  I just needed...

                           XAVIER

                     (interrupting)

                 I know.

       Magneto thinks for a while; then:

                           MAGNETO

                 Doesnít it ever wake you in the middle

                 of the night?  The feeling that some

                 day, some day very soon, they will

                 pass that foolish law - or one just

                 like it - and they will come for you

                 and your children?  Take you all away?