A Note From The Author
Merry Christmas, everybody! 1x05 is still in-progress and I didn't have another Minisode ready, but as a special holiday treat, I thought I'd post the original script format version of 1x01.
X-Men: New Class
1x01
Genesis
BLACK SCREEN
Stryker (V.O.): In the beginning there was darkness, and then God breathed light into the universe. In this new light life sprung up, shaped by His hand. Greatest of all the creatures of the earth was Man, formed in His image. But Man was corruptible, and the powers of darkness twisted many into wicked abominations.
FADE IN:
EXT. ALKALI LAKE, DAY
Footage from X2. We see WILLIAM STRYKER's final confrontation with LOGAN, who leaves him to die as the damn holding back the lake breaks and the surrounding wilderness is flooded.
New footage begins as Stryker struggles to free himself while the water rushes towards him.
Stryker (V.O., cont'd): These abominations in the eyes of God, these mutants and their terrorist allies, assaulted the very men that defend this great country, and I was left to die in an attack which threatened the lives of thousands of innocent people.
As V.O. continues, Stryker manages to work himself free, but is overtaken by the flood. His right leg is crushed by debris but he manages to stay above the surface by clinging to an uprooted tree.
Stryker (V.O. cont'd): But my work on this earth was not done, and God himself lifted me up from the depths when the darkness bore me down. And filled my lungs with air when I thought I had drawn my last breath. And he opened my eyes, when once I was blind.
As the flood which destroyed Alkali Lake subsides, Stryker is left lying sprawled in the snow, battered, bleeding but alive.
CUT TO:
INT. STRYKER'S CHURCH
Stryker stands at a pulpit, dressed in the garb of minister, looking out onto a congregation of followers. They are listening with rapt attention.
Stryker (cont'd): And though my body is now lame, still I stand before you to reveal God's truth! Once, I believed that even mutants had a purpose in God's plan. Once, I believed that even mutants could serve their country. Once, I believed that even mutants could live in peace amongst their fellow men. But I was deceived, and God has unveiled to me the lies of the mutant apologists. Heed not the words of Xavier and his supporters, for his words are spoken into his ear by the Devil himself, and so long as mutants walk among us, all are in danger.
We must purge this element from our great society, as if it were a cancer sickening our nation. We must protect our families from the danger which lurks unseen. We must save our species from this abomination brought among man by Satan, and embrace God's will!
Stryker's congregation applauds loudly as he finishes. He leaves his pulpit with the support of a cane, shaking a few hands and blessing those who ask it of him, and makes his way out of the church under escort by private security wearing military-style uniforms.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY, STRYKER'S CHURCH, DAY
Stryker is led to his car. One of the guards opens a rear door for him and helps ease him onto the bench, while another seats himself in the front passenger's seat. Before they can depart, several figures approach him and are intercepted by the rest of his security. One is a well-dressed woman, of mixed Hispanic/African-American descent, MELITA GARNER, accompanied by a cameraman and a number of technicians.
Garner: Reverend Stryker! Reverend Stryker!
Stryker makes an exasperated sign to his guards, allowing Garner through. She hurries over to his car, and her cameraman and technicians quickly set up and begin filming before Stryker can have them removed.
Stryker: Yes, my child, what can I do for you? Did you enjoy the sermon today?
Garner: Good afternoon, Reverend. Melita Garner, Fox News. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about some of your recent statements on human/mutant relations?
Stryker: I believe my office has made my position clear. If you haven't received my official announcement I'll have a copy sent…
Garner: We are all aware of your prepared statements, Reverend, however viewers would prefer to hear an unscripted response to your charges that Charles Xavier has been assembling a mutant army in his School for the Gifted. Frankly, many find these claims ridiculous.
Stryker: I stand by my statements, Ms. Garner…
Garner: So you honestly expect people to believe that a philanthropist like Xavier, who donated land that has been in his family for generations to establish his school is raising an army of children as part of some vast mutant conspiracy?
Stryker: Ms. Garner, the threat to our way of life presented by Xavier and his so-called school is very real. He harbors aberrations against God, some of whom possess destructive capabilities far beyond the entire nuclear arsenal of the United States.
Garner: According to what source, if I may ask? Your contacts within the US military which are so classified you've refused multiple Freedom of Information requests to identify them? A disgruntled janitor at the school? Or does it come from what you've professed as visions from God?
Stryker: Ms. Garner, I warn you that I will not have God or my faith mocked for the entertainment of your audiences. Now if you will excuse me…
Stryker makes a motion, and one of his guards interposes himself between him and Garner so the car door can be closed, allowing him to finally depart. Garner then turns to address the camera.
Garner: As you can see, attempts by the press to have the Reverend Stryker identify the sources of his accusations continue to meet with resistance. Meanwhile, he continues his verbal attacks against the children and faculty of the Xavier School for the Gifted, despite our own investigations and interviews with both faculty and students which have thus far turned up nothing to support Reverend Stryker's claims. This has been Melita Garner, Fox News.
INT. CAR
Stryker sits in thought on the rear bench of his car, before signaling for the attention of the guard accompanying him.
Stryker: Ms. Garner's repeated harassment in support of the abominations is becoming something of a nuisance. Please see to it that she stops troubling me. With discretion, of course.
Guard: Yes, Reverend.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREETS, DAY
Stryker's car disappears down the street.
OPENING CREDITS
EXT. XAVIER SCHOOL, DAY
The Xavier School in Westchester, New York, is a gated estate nestled among fields, a lake, and a wooded area, providing a measure of solitude and peaceful beauty for the students it houses. A few students can be seen gathered on the grounds, while a lone motorcycle makes its way up the drive towards the building. LOGAN is driving, flagrantly violating helmet laws. Riding behind him, also without a helmet and with black hair streaming behind her, is LAURA KINNEY, age 17. She clutches him tightly and eyes the other students on the grounds as they pass. A few heads turn her way curiously. Laura is wearing Logan's biker jacket, which is almost comically oversized on her petite, gymnast's frame. The rest of her fashion is rather Gothic and consists of a leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, flat-soled calf-high boots, a corset, and a locket worn on a choker around her neck. Her only other possession is her backpack.
Logan pulls the bike up to the entrance of the school. He and Laura dismount, and he leads her inside.
INT. SCHOOL – LOUNGE
The lounge is spacious, with couches facing a large-screen television, a few arcade machines, a pool table, computers, and a study area. Two doors lead to the formal dining room beyond, while another opens onto the hall leading to the formal sitting room. JULIAN KELLER—17, average height, with neatly-styled black hair and blue eyes, and dressed in a rather prep fashion with lots of brand labels—and SOFIA MANTEGA—17, average height and attractive, Hispanic, very fashionable—are seated on one of the couches watching the television, while other students talk quietly in the study area. Julian and Sofia are watching Garner's attempt to interview Stryker.
GARNER (ON TV): …Outside the church headed by the Reverend William Stryker, where our cameras have once again been denied entrance. Since his medical discharge from the United States Army following the Alkali Lake flood ten years ago, Reverend Stryker has become a curious mixture of recluse and local celebrity due to his outspoken verbal attacks against the mutant population, while refusing to respond to the press in open discourse. He has nonetheless amassed a substantial following that meets here weekly, and also attends the rallies staged in protest of attempts to confirm equal protection under the US Constitution for the nation's mutant citizens.
Thus far, attempts to secure an interview with Reverend Stryker through his office have been stymied with referrals to his numerous prepared statements and manifestos. However if we are lucky, we will be able to catch him as he leaves from his latest sermon.
ANGLE ON – TV
The doors of the church open and Stryker emerges, surrounded by guards. Garner immediately begins pursuing him.
Garner: Reverend Stryker! Reverend Stryker!
ANGLE ON – JULIAN AND SOFIA
The rest of Garner's attempt to interview Stryker proceeds as previously shown while Julian and Sofia watch.
Julian: Isn't there anything better to watch? Cartoons? Talk shows? Hell, I'll even take the Kardashians than listen to any more of him.
Sofia: Shush, I have a paper due next week on Stryker and his manifests. Garner's been trying to get a live interview with him for months, and I'd like to be able to use it.
Julian: You know he's just going to have those goons break her cameras again.
Julian flexes a hand, and a green aura forms around it. He points at the television, and Sofia promptly grabs his hand.
Sofia: Don't even think about it.
Julian: What?
Sofia: No fair using telekinesis to change the channel. I took the remote away so I could actually watch this.
Julian: Oh come on. Look, he's already brushed her off.
Garner (On TV): As you can see, attempts by the press to have the Reverend Stryker identify the sources of his accusations continue to meet with resistance. Meanwhile, he continues his verbal attacks against the children and faculty of the Xavier Institute for the Gifted. Our own investigations and interviews with both faculty and students have thus far turned up nothing to support Reverend Stryker's claims. Melita Garner, Fox News.
Sofia throws up her hands in disgust.
Sofia: So you were right. It doesn't make you less of an ass.
Julian: Love you, too, baby.
Sofia: Oh just let me get to work in peace. Don't you have a class this morning, anyway?
Julian: Yeah, yeah. Computer Science, real tough.
Sofia: Yes I know, I saw your last report card.
Julian makes a face at her, then kisses her on the cheek.
Julian: Whatever. See you after?
Sofia: See you after.
INT. SCHOOL — CLASSROOM
Julian lounges casually in his chair, visibly bored while KITTY PRYDE gives a lecture. He sits in the middle of the class, next to SANTO VACCARO, whose stone body barely fits in his chair. There's a knock on the door, prompting Kitty to pause in her lesson, and Logan enters accompanied by Laura, still wearing his jacket. Kitty greets Logan with a hug, and the two quietly converse for a few moments after Logan introduces her to Laura. Laura looks distinctly uncomfortable with the sudden attention of the class focused on her, and holds a binder and several books in front of her protectively. Santo nudges Julian with one elbow, nearly knocking the latter out of his chair, and converses with him in a low voice.
Santo: Whoah, check out the new girl.
Julian: Huh? Wow, what kind of freak do you think she is.
Santo: I don't know, but she's kinda cute. Y'know, if you like the whole creepy Goth thing.
Julian: Yeah, creepy is right. Wonder where the Wolverine turned her up?
Logan finishes talking with Kitty, touches Laura's shoulder and mutters a quiet word in her ear, then departs while Julian and Santo talk. Their conversation is interrupted by Kitty, who signals for the class's attention.
Kitty: Class, we have a new student joining us today. This is Laura. Laura, would you like to tell us a little about yourself before we continue?
Laura: No.
Kitty: Are you sure?
Laura nods slightly, withdrawing into Logan's spacious jacket.
Julian: Come on, Laura, share with the class.
The other students snicker.
Kitty: Julian.
Julian: What? It's not time for show and tell?
Kitty: If she doesn't want to waste time entertaining you, Mr. Keller, that's her choice.
Julian: I just want to know what she can do.
Laura levels her eyes on Julian, and there is something hard in her expression that makes him recoil.
Laura: No, you do not.
The class gives a howl of amusement at the veiled threat in her voice. Kitty intercedes before the situation can escalate further.
Kitty: Alright, enough, everyone. Laura, please find a seat. Julian, eyes front and mouth shut or we will have a talk after class.
Once again the students snicker. Julian gives Laura a smug grin as she makes her way to an empty seat in the back corner of the classroom.
Kitty (cont'd): Now, as I was saying before the interruption, the current standard for drive formatting is NTFS, which has advantages over FAT in several key areas…
INT. SCHOOL — HALLWAY
Logan makes his way along the hallway, threading his way past a number of students, exchanging greetings with those he is acquainted with, and causing a quite a stir among those who have never met him but clearly recognize the Wolverine.
He reaches the door to Charles Xavier's office, and is about to knock when a voice interrupts him.
Scott (O.C.) So how's my old bike treating you?
Logan smirks and turns around to see SCOTT SUMMERS leaning against the wall glowering at him through his ruby-quartz glasses.
Logan: Running better than ever, Cyke. You should take her out for a spin sometime.
Scott: Dick.
Logan: Boy Scout.
Logan sobers for a moment.
Logan (cont'd): So, how's Jean?
Scott manages a sad smile.
Scott: Beautiful. Always beautiful.
Logan: Was thinking I'd stop by and see her later. If that's ok with you.
Scott: Go ahead, I'm sure she'd appreciate it.
An awkward silence lingers between the two rivals for a moment.
Scott: So what brings you back by, anyway?
Logan: Brought someone in this morning that could use some help. Xavier's waiting to talk about her now.
Scott: I know. And if she has your endorsement it has me worried for all of us.
Logan: Hey, everything worked out fine with Marie, didn't it?
Scott: Sure, if blowing up the Statue of Liberty's torch counts as "fine." It's not that I'll throw her back out on the streets, but I still don't like it.
Logan: Of course you don't. Look, you got a problem take it up with the Professor. Just lay off the kid, she's had it hard enough to have to deal with the stick you've got jammed up your…
Logan trails off as one of the younger students rounds a corner and passes down the hall.
Logan: Just lay off her.
Scott manages a smile and shakes his head.
Scott: Just like old times, then?
Logan: 'Course, and lovin' every minute of it. Don't you got some hall-monitoring to do?
Scott shakes his head again and chuckles as he walks away, leaving Logan alone and smirking at Xavier's office door. Almost as soon as he knocks Xavier responds.
Xavier (O.C.): Come in, Logan!
Logan: You'd think I'd be used to that by now.
Logan opens the door to Xavier's office and steps inside.
INT. SCHOOL — XAVIER'S OFFICE
Logan enters the office, which is lined with bookshelves and dominated by a large wooden desk in the center. There's also a small conversation circle tucked away in one corner. CHARLES XAVIER sits in his wheelchair behind his desk, but as Logan enters is moving to meet him as he crosses the office. The two shake hands briefly.
Xavier: Logan, it's good to see you again. Welcome, and please, have a seat!
Xavier motions to the conversation circle, and Logan takes a seat in one of the chairs.
Xavier (cont'd): I assume your search was successful?
Logan: Yeah. The kid was skulking around and ran off when she realized I caught her scent. Didn't take much to find her after that, either. She followed me out and came right to me.
Xavier: I see. Did you have any difficulties bringing her in?
Logan: Well, it wasn't easy, but I convinced her. I got her sittin' in with Kitty's class for now to keep her occupied. Figure most of that class is her age, which will do her some good. Sooraya'll meet up with her when they let out and show her around. I'll talk to her tonight and help her figure out a class schedule then.
Xavier: Yes, Sooraya is a good choice, I think. I do wish to discuss this before any final decisions are made, however. I've read the copy you gave me of her mother's letter, and I must admit I am not without my concerns.
Logan: Seem to be getting' that from all angles so far. Cyclops already had a word with you?
Xavier: I did have a discussion with Scott about Laura while you were out looking for her, yes. Please do not misunderstand me, Logan. I do agree that we needed to bring her here, for her own safety as much as those around her, and I would never turn anyone away from this school who has come to us for help. I am merely concerned whether this is the right choice for her.
Logan: The kid's had it rough, Professor. Ain't nobody that knows better what she's been through than me. Ain't nobody that should ever have to know what she's been through either, especially a kid. The things that were done to her…
Xavier: I know, Logan, and I cannot tell you how much I sympathize with the poor girl.
Logan: The point is that I was in her place once, too. I may not have been a student here, and I sure as hell ain't the model X-Man. Boy Scout out there sure ain't letting me forget it. But being here helped me put the pieces back together. I still don't remember everything I lost, but at least you helped me make peace with that and what memories I do have. Laura remembers everything, and I can't imagine how much worse that's made things for her. If there was anywhere that could help her find peace of her own, it's gonna be here with you.
Xavier: You know that I will do everything within my power, and everything within the capabilities of this school, to help her. But you must also understand that the emotional damage Laura has sustained is severe.
Logan: I know, Professor. I saw nice, up close and personal just how bad it was, and it wasn't pretty. She's been doing a fair job of hiding it, but I know all too well what she's feeling don't just go away.
In a twisted way I'm responsible for everything that's happened to her, so I gotta at least try to make it right with her.
Xavier: It may reach the point where she needs aid beyond what we can provide. I would at the very least recommend professional counseling, which we aren't really equipped for.
Logan: Not sure she'd go for more poking and prodding. I was hoping all she might need is a chance to have a normal life for a change.
Xavier gives an ironic smile.
Xavier: A normal life. I wonder what the chances are for anyone at this school actually managing to have a normal life.
Even Logan finds that amusing.
Logan: Yeah, seems the track record for that here kind of sucks, don't it? Anyway, I'll be stayin' on a couple days to make sure she gets settled in ok. She's trusting me, at least, which I suppose counts for something, though I imagine there's plenty of better choices for her to latch onto.
Xavier: I'm not so sure there's anyone here better qualified to help her with what she is going through. Now, I did have some further questions about what she was willing to share, since we still have some time to talk…
INT. SCHOOL — HALL OUTSIDE CLASSROOM
The door opens and the students begin filing out as Kitty's class comes to an end. Julian and Santo emerge and take up a place leaning against the wall outside, watching their classmates exit. Sofia arrives from the opposite end of the hall while the classroom empties and greets Julian with a kiss.
Sofia: Hey, how was class?
Julian: Same as usual.
Santo: Which means he slept through most of it.
Sofia: Working hard on failing, then?
Julian: I'm still not sure why I even signed up for this class.
Santo: (Coughing into his hand) Ms. Pride.
Julian socks Santo in the shoulder, yelps and shakes it out. Sofia gives him a satisfied smirk.
Sofia: Serves you right.
Laura emerges from the classroom last, shrinking into Logan's jacket and hugging her books against her as she brushes past the trio and heads up the hall as if looking for someone.
Sofia: Who is that? I've never seen her around here before.
Julian: New girl the Wolverine dropped off in class today. She gives me the chills, and I don't just mean because she was a total ice queen in class. There's something really spooky about her. Hey, check this out.
The green aura forms around Julian's hand and he makes a finger gun.
Sofia: Julian, don't.
Julian points his finger at Laura.
Julian: Pew!
He releases a burst of telekinetic energy which sends Laura's books flying out of her hands, and she stumbles in surprise as her things scatter across the floor. Several of the other students around her snicker in amusement, and Santo laughs and claps Julian on the shoulder, the blow staggering him a bit.
Santo: Good shooting, Tex.
Sofia: Why do you have to be an ass?
Julian: (Innocently) What?
Sooraya (O.C.): Because if it looks like one and brays like one, it must be one. And one must act within its nature.
SOORAYA QADIR, the hem of her abaya brushing the floor around her, approaches and glares at Julian. The rest of her face is hidden behind the niqab masking her expression, but Julian recoils from the irritation in her eyes.
Sooraya (cont'd): I have never understood the amusement bullies find in tormenting others, especially when they are here to escape torment as well.
Julian gives her an exasperated look.
Julian: Sorry, "mother."
Sofia smacks Julian up the back of the head. Santo stifles a laugh.
Sofia: Don't be such a jerk.
Julian: What are you doing here, anyway? Thought you didn't have classes today and were headed into town with Cessily.
Sooraya: Logan is in a meeting with Professor Xavier and asked for me to take Laura in hand. It seems I did not arrive soon enough.
Julian: So who is she, anyway?
Julian's hand glows again, and he smirks as with a casual flick sends one of Laura's books skidding across the floor out of reach just as she tries to pick it up. Sofia grabs him by the wrist and glares.
Sofia: Julian!
Sooraya: I don't know, other than she is an acquaintance of Logan's. For which I must admire your courage in harassing her. Now if you will excuse me, someone must at least try to be her friend.
Sooraya pushes past the group and makes her way to where Laura is still trying to gather up her scattered belongings. She begins helping, causing Laura to pause.
Sooraya: Good morning. It is Laura, right?
Laura: Yes.
Sooraya: I'm sorry for this, there are some among the student body who think they are still children. My name is Sooraya Qadir, Logan asked for me to show you around the school while he is meeting with Professor Xavier.
Laura hesitates a moment, then nods.
Laura (Arabic): You are Sunni Muslim.
Sooraya reacts in surprise to Laura's flat observation and ease with her native tongue.
Sooraya (Arabic): Yes, I am. You speak Arabic quite well.
Laura (Arabic): I spent some time in Afghanistan…
Laura's expression turns distant as she trails off, and hurries to gather up the last of her things with Sooraya's help.
Sooraya (Arabic): Really? I was born there. And where are you from?
Laura (English): Nowhere.
When Laura refuses to clarify, Sooraya returns the last of her things and helps her to her feet.
Sooraya: It is almost time for lunch, are you hungry?
Laura nods.
Sooraya (cont'd): Come then, we shall start the tour there.
INT. SCHOOL — LOUNGE
Sooraya leads Laura into the lounge, which is currently occupied by a few students. One, CESSILY KINCAID, gets up from where she's sitting talking to a couple others and hurries across the lounge to meet them. Her liquid metal skin reflects the lights of the lounge, and she wears her red hair pulled back. She dresses casually in jeans and a tank top.
Cessily: Hey, I've been waiting for you. I thought we were heading into North Salem today.
Sooraya: I'm sorry, but Logan asked me to help out with our new guest today. Cessily, this is Laura Kinney. Laura, I would like you to meet my friend, Cessily Kincaid.
Cessily: Pleased to meet you!
Cessily extends a hand in greeting, and Laura regards it uncertainly for a moment before taking it.
Cessily (cont'd): Well, welcome to the Xavier School. So, where are you from?
Laura withdraws back into her jacket again and shies away from the question. Cessily gives her a sympathetic smile.
Cessily (cont'd): Don't like talking about it, huh? It's ok, there's more than a few who feel the same way. Quite a few of us don't exactly "fit in" outside, you know…
She taps her metallic skin to emphasize the point.
Cessily (cont'd): …but that's why we're here. I'm sure you'll feel at home soon enough.
Sooraya: Laura and I were about to get something to eat, would you care to join us?
Cessily: Sure, seeing as I was waiting for you anyway. It will give us a chance to tell Laura all our friends' embarrassing stories before they have a chance to defend themselves.
Sooraya chuckles at that, and the three start across the lounge towards the dining hall and the attached kitchen.
Sooraya: Well, best we do not start with Julian or we will be here all day. Speaking of which, you might have a word with your "brother."
Cessily: Let me guess, they've already met? Oh, we're not actually related, by the way. Good thing for him, too, because there's times I'd love to deck him. I don't know how he can be such a good friend on one hand, and then turn into an absolute prick the next. Nori can be just as bad when you don't let her have her way. Anyway, how long have you known Logan?
Laura: Three days.
Cessily: Oh? How did you meet?
Laura: I found him.
The three walk in silence for several moments, at which point Cessily realize Laura does not intend to elaborate further.
INT. SCHOOL — DINING HALL
They enter the formal dining hall, an opulently furnished room with a long table lined with chairs, hardwood floors, and chandeliers. The hall is empty, however, and they make their way for the kitchen.
INT. SCHOOL — KITCHEN
The kitchen is modestly-sized and well-equipped, with a small and much more casual dining area tucked away in a corner. It is currently empty of other students as the three enter.
Sooraya: Breakfast and lunch are casual here, except for special occasions. Dinner is served after classes in the dining hall. Sometimes we make a shuttle trip into North Salem, especially on days we don't have afternoon classes. The pantries are kept stocked by the staff and you may help yourself, and you are welcome to keep food of your own as well.
Cessily: Make sure you label it if you don't want anyone else to help themselves, though. We don't usually have problems with that since it's such a small community here, but it happens. Do you have any special diet needs?
Laura shakes her head.
Cessily (cont'd): Ok, just wanted to be sure. I know there's a few kids whose mutation requires special diets, Sooraya follows halal, and there's one or two Jewish students as well. I don't need to eat at all, but in a way it's kind of comforting to do it anyway and helps me feel, y'know, normal. Is there anything particular you like?
Laura shrugs.
Laura: No, unless there is something spicy.
Cessily (to Sooraya): Are there any leftovers from that Indian place we tried the other day? I wasn't really crazy about it, but it wasn't too bad and some of it had a real kick.
Sooraya: I think so.
Sooraya checks the refrigerator.
Sooraya (cont'd): It looks like there's some of the Chingudi Jhola left.
Cessily: Oh yeah, that was Josh's but he said I could have it since it didn't agree with him. If you like spicy, Laura, you'll love this. While you're in there can you grab me the other half of that sandwich I had yesterday?
Sooraya hands a takeout bowl and half a submarine sandwich wrapped in brown paper to Cessily, before disappearing back into the refrigerator in search of her own lunch.
Cessily (cont'd): Thanks, Sooraya. We can eat out in the lounge or in here. We usually don't use the dining hall except for the evening meal.
Laura withdraws into her jacket again and hugs herself.
Laura: I prefer it in here.
Cessily: Ok. Yeah, this place can be a lot to take in all at once, even though there's not a lot of us here. Me? I'm a bit of a social butterfly so I just dove right in, but I'm sure you'll warm up to it pretty soon.
INT. TAVERN
The interior of the tavern is typical, with a bar surrounded by stools for the patrons, a juke box, and a few tables. Since it's the middle of the day, most of the chairs are stacked upside down on top of the tables to keep them out of the way, and the handful of patrons are sitting around the bar itself, talking to the bartender, JACK, an older man with a bit of a gut and neatly cropped hair.
ANGLE ON – FRONT DOOR
The tavern door opens and Garner walks in. She surveys the interior for a moment, before making her way to the bar and sitting a few seats down from a young man wearing a Yankees cap turned backwards. Jack makes his way over as she sits.
Jack: What can I get you, honey?
Garner: The usual, Jack.
Jack goes to work behind the counter, pouring her a snifter of scotch neat. She starts working the drink while they talk.
Jack: Staying for lunch today?
Garner: No, just stopped in for a quick drink. How's the kids?
Jack: Doing just fine. I caught your report this morning. I've got to say you've got balls. Stryker's a tough old son of a bitch. I never served with him myself but I heard the stories over in 'Nam. Ran some kind of black ops unit, though there wasn't much more than that which filtered down to us.
Garner: I've heard that. You know, when I went to cover that Alkali Lake flood back in '03 I got turned away by troops posted on the road? Oh sure, they said it was for our own safety, but then my entire story was shut down. I've got a good source that says there was a lot more going on there than just a dam failure.
Jack: You've been embedded with enough units in the Middle East to know the military loves to keep its secrets. They probably had some classified think tank in the area or something, and didn't want someone accidentally digging it up investigating the flood.
Garner: Yeah, but somehow I don't think it's a coincidence that Stryker was picked up in the debris. And now his church's statements about the Xavier school? Christ, Jack, those are just a bunch of kids. Hell, you were around to see people bombing schools just because the kids had a different color skin.
Jack: I'm not saying you're all wrong, hon', but Jesus, do you honestly think that Stryker is going to start blowing up Mutie schools?
Garner: Yes. No. Maybe. But even if he doesn't, what's to stop someone reading his manifestos from doing it for him. I mean have you really stopped to look at those things?
Jack: C'mon, you know I don't go in for that tabloid-fodder crap.
Garner: Believe me, it's some scary stuff. And what's worse is that a lot more people are willing to take it seriously. Sure, Westboro picks up its share of lunatics, but it's a lot easier to stir up anti-Mutant sentiment. If people even think Stryker might be calling for a religious crusade against them he's not going to have trouble filling the ranks.
Jack: I think you're getting too invested in this, honey. You need to step back and take a break. Remember that you're supposed to be fair and impartial, even if it means giving crackpots their say.
Garner: That's part of the problem. The crackpots are the ones getting the most air time. Do you remember where they stuck my interview with Charles Xavier? Three AM on a Sunday morning. The infomercials had better ratings.
Garner drains the last of her scotch.
Garner (cont'd): Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm getting too invested, but we are supposed to be fair and impartial, so what the hell am I supposed to do when so much of the rest of the press is forgetting that. Anyway, I need to get back to the office. Thanks for the ear babe. How much do I owe you?
Jack: On me, hon'.
Garner: Thanks, Jack. Take care of yourself.
Jack: You too. You know if you keep ruffling feathers the way you do someone's eventually going to take offense.
Garner: That's why I love my job. Catch you later.
Garner gets up and heads out of the tavern. A minute or so later, the man in the Yankees cap finishes his own drink and follows her out the door.
INT. SCHOOL — KITCHEN
Laura, Cessily and Sooraya sit around the kitchen table eating. Cessily has finished her sandwich and is drinking from a can of Coca-Cola. Laura takes her time with the Chingudi Jhola and is visibly savoring every bite. Sooraya watches her with some amusement while finishing her own lunch.
Cessily: So I tell Josh that if that's the way he feels, he should just tell her.
Sooraya: Does Laurie feel the same way?
Cessily: Damned if I know. She's so sensitive to what everyone else around her is feeling it's hard to tell what's her and what she's picking up from everyone else. I don't know how she even handles it.
Sooraya: She has been working on filtering it out. She seems to be doing better in small groups lately, though she has still been spending much of her free time alone.
Cessily: Sometimes I wish I could have manifested empathy instead of…well…like this, but seeing what it does to Laurie I don't know if I could handle it.
She turns to Laura.
Cessily (cont'd): So what about you, Laura? When did you manifest?
Laura hesitates a moment, her spoon halfway between her bowl and her mouth, and a pained look crosses her eyes.
Laura: I was seven.
Laura brings the spoon up the rest of the way and continues eating without another word, while Cessily and Sooraya regard her with surprise.
Sooraya: Seven? I did not think it possible for a mutation to manifest so young.
Laura: Your source of information is flawed.
Cessily: So…what can you do? If you don't mind my asking.
Laura: I do mind.
Cessily: Oh.
Cessily is visibly taken aback by her curt response. Laura's expression however is deeply troubled, and her eyes have a haunted look.
Laura: I am sorry. It is not something I wish to discuss.
Cessily: It's ok. I understand, I really do. I really don't like talking about…well…me much, either. Especially because of how much it stands out. People look at me and know right away what I am, so they start staring and it makes me uncomfortable.
Mark (O.C.): I don't know, what I see is beautiful.
MARK SHEPPARD enters the kitchen, a binder tucked under his arm. He has a large pair of headphones hung around his neck, running to an iPod in his jacket pocket. He's about the same age as the three girls, with stylishly messy black hair and blue eyes. He's wearing a band or concert T-shirt under his jacket, and his dress style is generally club-inspired. Mark heads for the refrigerator, grabs a soda and drops into a chair next to Cessily.
Mark (cont'd): Your skin is particularly lustrous this morning.
Cessily smiles at him.
Cessily: Well thank you, Mark.
Mark: And you look lovely too, Sooraya. Done something different with your hair today?
Laura's spoon pauses again and she regards Mark with confusion.
Laura: Her hair is covered in accordance with hijab.
The others laugh in response, and Laura looks between the three in embarrassment before hastily finishing the spoonful.
Sooraya: Oh, do not mind Mark, Laura. He is a shameless flirt. Mark, this is Laura.
Mark: Hi. You know, I thought I knew all the pretty girls at this school, where've you been hiding?
Laura blushes and shrinks into her jacket.
Cessily: Laura just started today. Sooraya was going to show her around a bit after lunch, and I'll probably tag along. You're welcome to come too, if you'd like.
Cessily gives Laura an amused look as she tries to resume eating.
Mark: Much as I'd love to spend the rest of the day in the company of such lovely ladies I've got classes the rest of the day after lunch. Maybe another time, though. I'd love to get to know you better.
He winks at Laura, who is visibly flustered by the attention.
Mark (cont'd): Maybe we can meet up later if you're free?
Laura shrugs uncomfortably and resumes eating without another word.
Mark: Ouch, tough room. Was it something I said?
Laura: I am…not good with people.
Mark: Well, we'll have to work on that. Anyway, I've gotta run, so I'll see you ladies later. It's been a pleasure meeting you, lovely Laura.
Mark flashes her another wink, then departs the kitchen. Laura watches him go with a bewildered expression, then turns her attention back to her lunch.
Cessily: I think he likes you, Laura.
Sooraya: Mark likes everyone, but he is sweet.
Laura finishes the last of her food, but doesn't respond.
Sooraya: Well, if we are all finished, I think it's time to show Laura the rest of the school. Shall we?
EXT. SCHOOL — MEMORIAL, DUSK
Logan stands in a garden tucked away in a quiet corner of the grounds not far from the mansion, gazing solemnly at a marker there. His nose twitches slightly as he sniffs the air.
Logan: Hey, kid.
Laura (O.C.): I am not a kid.
He quirks a smile.
Logan: Close enough, darlin'.
Laura draws up beside him and looks down on the marker. She hugs herself, and her expression is blank.
ANGLE ON – JEAN GRAY'S HEADSTONE
Laura: Is there comfort in visiting the dead?
Logan: There's some folks that think that way.
Laura: Do you?
Logan crouches in front of the headstone and idly picks at some weeds that have grown up around it since the last time the groundskeepers passed through.
Logan: I've been watchin' people die for a hundred and seventy years, kid, and a lot of 'em I've put in the grave myself. A lot of it starts to blur together, and that's the bits I still remember at all. Others are…well, they're crystal clear.
Laura: That is not an answer.
Logan chuckles at that.
Logan: Maybe 'cause I ain't got an answer to give you on that one. Best I can say is I've at least found some peace, here, though I'm not sure how much comes from talkin' to ghosts. Don't mean I don't wonder what she might have to say, or think she'd appreciate me comin' by. I know Cyke comes here and talks from time to time an' it seems to work for him.
Laura's expression is troubled, and a little ashamed.
Laura: I have…not considered it. I do not know what I would say. And if I did, I would not even know where to look for…
She trails off, a hint of sadness in her eyes is quickly forced down and buried.
Logan: You alright?
Laura: Yes.
Logan touches Jean's gravestone, then rocks with ease back to his feet.
Logan: C'mon, let's see about grabbin' something to eat. Feel like a trip to the city?
Laura shrugs.
Logan: We'll make that a yes for now. Guess we'll have to work on the communication thing.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREETS, NIGHT
Logan and Laura exit a pizzeria and step out into the night air. They make their way down the street, Laura nursing a soda as they walk while Logan lights up a cigar and chews on it while they talk.
Logan: …and I'll talk to the Professor when we get back and get you added to these classes. So how are you holdin' up?
Laura: I have doubts. I am uncertain whether I belong there.
Logan: So was I, at first. And maybe I still don't completely, which is why I've been more in and out. But they're good people who've helped me plenty. Xavier, Ororo, Marie an' Kitty. Hell, even Boy Scout, but not like I'll ever admit that to his face. They can help you, too.
Laura: I fear that it may be too late for me, and that I am beyond help.
Logan: Hey, don't say that about yourself. I know what you've gone through. I've been there. And if there's one thing they taught me it's that there's no one beyond helping who actually wants it. You have a chance for a normal life here. Well, at least as normal as it gets for people like us. I ain't saying it's gonna be easy, but don't give up on yourself.
Laura: You will be there?
Logan: Often as I can. Like I said, I tend to be in and out, but if you ever need to talk I'll leave you a way to get in touch with me. You got a phone, right?
Laura: Yes. Thank you.
Logan: Besides, those are some good kids, so you shouldn't have trouble makin' friends and you might not even notice when I'm not in. Sooraya show you around?
Laura: Yes.
Logan: I think the two of you will get along pretty good.
Laura: She made an effort, but I do not know if I made a good impression.
Logan: Sooraya's got a good level head 'neath that niqab. Don't think there's much you can say to set her off.
Laura: She seemed understanding. As did Cessily. Mark…I was not sure what to make of.
Logan smirks around his cigar at her.
Logan: Started on you, did he?
Laura: I was…flattered, but it made me uncomfortable because of…
She trails off. Her face colors in embarrassment, and Logan puts a hand on her shoulder.
Logan: I know. Don't worry about him, he didn't mean anything by it.
Laura: I just do not know how to be around others.
Logan: Hell kid, most teenagers don't. It's part of what bein' a teenager is, so you're not lagging as far behind the others as you think. Trust me, you're smart. You'll find yourself before long.
Laura nods uncertainly, shrinking a bit into her jacket as they proceed down the street.
EXT. RESTAURANT, NIGHT
Garner, in a fashionable dress and heels, exits a restaurant with a group of other people. After a few hugs and goodbyes the group splits up, with Garner heading alone up the street. The man with the Yankees cap, TAYLOR, emerges from the shadows of an alleyway between buildings and follows her. He is now wearing a lightweight jacket over his t-shirt.
Garner arrives alone at a street corner to hail a cab, and Taylor steps up behind her. He pulls snub-nosed revolver from inside his jacket and buries the muzzle in her back. Garner turns rigid and alarm spreads across her features.
Taylor: Don't move.
Garner: There's two-hundred in cash and my credit card in my purse. You don't need to pull that trigger.
Taylor: Shut up, this isn't a mugging. We're taking a nice, quiet walk to that alley over there.
Garner's eyes widened even further and her face pales. Taylor digs the muzzle of his revolver deeper into her back and forces her to move in the direction he indicated. He positions himself to hide the weapon in her back so casual passersby can't see it.
Before they can reach the alley Garner fakes a stumble, taking her out of Taylor's line of fire long enough to drive an elbow hard into his gut. As he doubles-over in pain, she quickly tears off one of her shoes and smashes it heel-first into his chin, then follows up with another blow to the temple that sends him spinning to the pavement. She then takes off her other shoe and takes off running.
As she passes the entrance to the alley Taylor was leading her towards several other men emerge, staring in bewilderment between Taylor and Garner as she charges past. Dazed, Taylor struggles back to his feet and pulls a phone from his pocket.
Taylor: Don't just stand there, go after her!
They take off in pursuit while he dials a number.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREETS, NIGHT
Garner flees down the street, quickly realizing she's being pursued. Another gang of men emerge around a corner, one talking on a phone, and shout as they spot her. She is forced to turn down an alley as they cut off her original line of flight.
EXT. ALLEY, NIGHT
As Garner flees into the alley the second gang follows her. Up ahead the first group reappears, blocking her in. She immediately looks for a weapon, and grabs a broken curtain rod among the rest of the trash strewn about. As soon as her assailants come within reach she starts swinging.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREETS, NIGHT
Logan and Laura continue along the streets. Logan is still chewing on his cigar, while Laura has finished with her soda and now carries several shopping bags.
Laura: This is unnecessary.
Logan: You're kiddin' me, right? You know the only people that wear the same thing every day are on TV and in comic books.
Laura: I mean all of this.
Logan: Yeah, it is necessary. You deserve better than what you've gotten, kid, and things I done are a big part of it.
Laura: You were not responsible.
Logan: Neither were you, so…
Logan trails off, and both he and Laura freeze.
Laura: Logan…
Logan: Yeah, I heard it, c'mon.
EXT. ALLEY, NIGHT
Garner swings the curtain rod wildly, catching several of the thugs across their faces, however there are too many for her and eventually they manage to overwhelm her. She screams furiously as she continues fighting against them, until a knee to the stomach forces the air out of her lungs, and blow to the side of her head drives her to her knees. She is roughly hauled back to her feet and struck again.
Taylor approaches her, dabbing blood from his nose, his revolver in hand.
Taylor: Goddamn Mutie-lover.
He pistol-whips her across the face. Garner recovers from the blow and spits blood on him. He strikes her again, and she sags dazed against the arms holding her up.
Taylor (cont'd): Stupid bitch! Betraying your own kind and running your mouth on shit you don't know anything about. It's time someone shut you up and put you back in your place.
Taylor raises his revolver and cocks back the hammer.
Logan (cont'd): I'd think twice, bub.
ANGLE ON – ALLEY ENTRANCE
Logan stands at the entrance to the alley, his face twitching with barely-restrained rage. Laura stands behind him, watching the scene impassively. Taylor raises his revolver at him.
Taylor: This is none of your business. Turn around, and walk away.
Logan: You gonna make me?
Without hesitation Taylor fires his revolver. Logan is struck in the chest and staggers back, but only snarls in fury as his Healing Factor pushes out the bullet and repairs the wound. His claws extend with a metallic ring that fills the alley, which suddenly turns deathly silent.
Logan: That the best you can do, bub?
Taylor: Get that Mutie freak!
Taylor's men grab whatever weapons they can find, forgetting Garner as they rush Logan as a mob.
Logan: Get back, Laura.
Laura: But…
Logan: "But's" nothin', don't want you to have to be part of this.
Logan wades into the gang, tearing through them with chilling ease. The confines of the alley work to his advantage by preventing them from encircling him, and he's able to hold the entire group off by himself. For his part Logan makes an effort to avoid killing blows, focusing mainly on disabling weapons and limbs, though a couple of the thugs go down with slashed necks and stabs to their chests. The fight is over in moments, and Logan stands over a pile of moaning or still bodies.
Garner (O.C.): Logan!
ANGLE ON – TAYLOR
Taylor now holds Garner as a human shield with his revolver leveled at her temple. His eyes are wide with terror as Logan casually starts towards him.
Taylor: Stay back or I'll splatter her brains all over the wall!
Logan: Oh, you really don't want to be doin' that, bub. Your buddies got off easy. Pull that trigger and I'll cut you into little pieces and feed 'em back to you one by one.
Taylor tightens his grip on both Garner and his gun, but his hands are clearly shaking.
Taylor: I said stay b—
He doesn't have time to finish, as the curtain rod strikes the back of his knee, causing it to buckle and driving him to the ground. His gun arm flies open as he falls and another blow shatters his wrist, sending the weapon clattering across the alley. A third strike to the back of his head puts him down the rest of the way.
ANGLE ON – LAURA
Laura stands behind Taylor's prostrate form, holding the curtain rod in a relaxed guard, after managing to use the distraction of the fight to slip around behind Taylor.
Logan: Thought I told you to stay out of it?
Laura: Someone needed to secure the hostage. If it helps I did not kill him.
Logan grunts and hurries the rest of the way across the alley to Garner, who is leaning against a wall and trying to steady herself.
Logan: You alright?
Garner: I've got a splitting headache, but a couple aspirin and I'll be good as new. How've you been, baby?
Logan: Same as ever.
Garner: I can't tell you just how glad I am to see you're back in town. So who's your little friend?
Logan: I joined Big Brothers, Big Sisters, figured I oughta be given' back to the community. She's my Little Sister.
Garner: Right.
Logan: So who'd you piss off this time, Melita?
Logan and Garner watch as Laura deftly steps around the thugs sprawled across the alley. Those that are able promptly flee. Taylor stirs and Logan moves to grab him, lifting him up and putting him up against the wall.
Garner: Don't know. I'd just finished having dinner with some friends and was looking for a cab, and the next thing I know this guy's got a gun in my back. I managed to get away from him only to learn he had friends. Apparently he doesn't care much for my support for Mutant Rights.
Logan: Yeah, I wonder…
Logan slaps Taylor's cheek to rouse him.
Logan (cont'd): Hey, bub, wake up. So you just had your ass kicked by a teenaged girl. That's gonna be the high point of your evening if you don't talk, 'cause I'm thinking this wasn't just a random act of violence. Who sent you?
Taylor: Screw you.
Logan: Alright, I'll explain the rules to you. You got three chances…
Logan puts a fist under Taylor's chin, aimed at his throat, and extends the left claw. It leaves a shallow cut along the side of his neck and blood begins flowing.
Logan (cont'd): …and that was one. So let's try it again: Who sent you?
Taylor glares at him defiantly, so Logan pops the right claw, leaving matching trails of blood streaming down his neck.
Logan: Strike two. Last chance: Who sent you?
Taylor once again refuses to respond. Logan sighs, and extends the third claw into his throat. Taylor's body jerks and blood bubbles from his mouth, then collapses.
Laura: That was unproductive.
Logan: Usually they talk after number two. C'mon, let's get out of here before someone comes along. We'll go out the back way.
Laura retrieves her bags while Logan helps Garner. The trio exit the alley and hurry away from the scene.
EXT. HOSPITAL, NIGHT
Logan and Laura have walked Garner to a nearby hospital. There is a slow, but steady, flow of patients and visitors in and out.
Garner: How many times do I need to tell you, I'm fine.
Logan: Like hell you are. And make sure you report this.
Garner: Yeah, yeah. At least I can cover my own assault, maybe stir up at least a little outrage.
Logan: Ain't that what got you into this in the first place?
Garner: It's what I do. So get going, I'm sure you two won't want to be around when questions start flying.
Logan: Right. Take care, it's good to see you again.
Garner: Maybe next time it'll be under better circumstances. Nice to meet you, Laura.
Garner offers Laura a hand, which she reluctantly takes and shakes, then gives Logan a friendly hug, before making her way inside.
Logan: Think we've had enough fun for one night, let's get back and get you settled in.
After making sure Garner gets inside without further trouble, the pair head down the street.
INT. SCHOOL — LOUNGE
The next morning Cessily and Julian sit on the couch watching the television before class. Julian is idly spinning the remote control through the air, one hand glowing green as he manipulates it.
ANGLE ON — TELEVISION
Garner is sitting at a desk with other newscasters, her injuries from the night before clearly evident.
Garner: …and how bad has the situation deteriorated when you have people being assaulted on a public street for voicing an opinion? The pattern we've been seeing in the past years is identical to the Civil Rights movement of the 1960s, where gangs of thugs feel free to use threat of violence to incite fear and silence opposing voices.
I'm only thankful that at least one anonymous citizen realized what was happening and had the courage to come to my aid. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for showing that the capacity for doing the right thing isn't determined by race, religion or gender, or whether you are Mutant or not.
As Garner finishes her report Laura silently enters the lounge from the dining hall, carrying her bag on one shoulder. Cessily waves and smiles in greeting.
Cessily: Good morning! How was your first night?
Laura: Uneventful.
Cessily: That's good to hear. We'll have you completely settled in in no time. You've met Julian.
Laura: Yes.
Julian: Can you even construct a sentence longer than one word?
With a casual flick of his wrist he sends the remote flying at Laura's head, and she just as casually snatches it out of the air without flinching. Both of them stare at her open-mouthed for a moment before Cessily finds her voice.
Cessily: Julian! Do you have to be an ass every waking minute of the day? I'm sorry, Laura.
Laura just shrugs and casually tosses the remote back to Julian, who fumbles it.
Laura: I will be attending class with you this morning.
Cessily: Hey that's great! There's an empty seat next to me. Julian and I just finished breakfast, so we can all head over together.
Julian gives Cessily an annoyed look. Laura notes the look, but ignores him.
Laura: Very well. We should go, I do not like to be late.
Cessily jumps off the couch, practically dragging Julian with her.
Cessily: I just know you're going to love it here.
Laura: I will try.
Cessily takes Laura on one arm and Julian on the other, and ignoring Julian's exasperated expression leads the pair out of the lounge.
FADE OUT TO END CREDITS
A Note From The Author
As noted, this is the format the episode was in when I first wrote it. I later expanded it into prose format when I decided to actually start posting it. Obviously there's a few things that changed in the dialog, staging and action between script and prose, but this ought to give you an idea of what I originally envisioned. After writing this episode, and the first few scenes of 1x02 I decided to abandon scripting and to write the subsequent episodes in prose from the start.
Anyway, 1x05 is still in progress, but we hope to have it for you soon. Otherwise, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!