Stephen Merchant: Caliban

Logan

Caliban

Caliban: [shows Logan an adamantium bullet] Found this in your pocket. Adamantium. If you are planning to blow your brains out, could you wait till you're out on the high seas? I just mopped these floors.

Caliban: A year ago... you asked me to help you, and... God knows, I've tried... But I can't help you, Logan, not really... if you're not gonna talk to me.
[Logan, sitting beside Caliban, looks down and away from him]
Caliban: I hear you at night; you're not sleeping; you don't wanna talk about that... Or the booze you're drinking... Or the pus you're wiping away from your knuckles. Or the blood I wash from your clothes. Or the... fresh wounds in your chest; the ones that aren't healing... And I'm pretty sure you don't wanna talk about the fact that you can't read the label on that bottle...
[Logan looks bewildered then takes the bottle to try and read it]
Caliban: It says 'Ibuprofen'.
[In a fit of anger, Logan smacks Caliban's drink from his hand, shattering the cup]
Caliban: That was my favourite mug.
Logan: Stay outta my shit.

Caliban: I don't want to fight, but there's things we need to discuss.
Logan: What things?
Caliban: Well, would it be considered nagging if I was to repeat my previous observation that the dose is too low to suppress the seizures?
Logan: It's what the guy gave me. I wasn't in a position to make demands.
Caliban: Well I almost died this morning. That seizure was...
Logan: It was barely a minute!
Caliban: It felt a lot longer than a minute. I couldn't breathe. You're less affected.

[Logan kicks the unconscious Pierce onto his back; Caliban approaches them and removes his goggles]
Caliban: Looks like ex-military. Bounty hunter, maybe?
Logan: Worse.
[Logan hands Caliban Pierce's card]
Caliban: Is he by himself?
Logan: Not for long.
[drops the pipe and steals Pierce's gun]
Logan: Get him back in his ride, take him out to the wash and dump him.
Caliban: What if he wakes up before I get there?
[Logan kicks Pierce in the head and hands the gun to Caliban]
Logan: Text me where you are. We'll pick you up.
[Logan closes the boot of his limo and walks towards the factory; Caliban looks at the gun and card]