Post by Aerie on Aug 6, 2006 0:48:53 GMT -5
(In his apartment, Logan is attempting to repair Phil’s exoskeleton, which is on a worktable. Sebastian is helping via webcam. Logan gets the exoskeleton to move, but it sparks and stops dead.
SEBASTIAN: What happened?
LOGAN: It shorted out...again.
SEBASTIAN: Sounds like you need to replace the servocontroller.
LOGAN: Well, I can’t exactly call the Pentagon and requisition one, can I?
SEBASTIAN: Have to improvise. Maybe pull the controller from one of those robotic arms they use to handle toxic chemicals.
LOGAN: And how much is it going to cost me to get my hands on one of those?
SEBASTIAN: Since when do you care?
LOGAN: Problems with the family business. How much?
SEBASTIAN: Eight, maybe ten grand.
(Logan sighs.)
LOGAN: Whatever. No guarantee I can get this contraption to work again anyway. Probably just wasting my time.
SEBASTIAN: Maybe...but on the off-chance you could get back on your feet, you got something better to waste it on?
(Max enters the apartment and calls from the hallway.)
MAX: Logan!
LOGAN: Uh, I’ll be right there. (To Sebastian) I gotta call you back.
(Logan ends the call and covers up the exoskeleton. Then he wheels out to the living room, where Max is sitting on the couch, looking concerned.)
LOGAN: Hey. You all right?
MAX: Considering I just found out I’m an aunt.
(Logan looks surprised.)
MAX: Tinga has a kid in Portland. Her husband put out a missing-persons ad on her.
LOGAN: Well, if he did that, I gotta think that means he doesn’t know about her.
MAX: I tried to warn him, but he thought I was a crank and hung up on me.
LOGAN: Can’t really blame him.
MAX: Guess I have to go to Portland.
LOGAN: Max...you know Lydecker’s gonna be all over this.
MAX: Which is why I have to get them out of there as soon as possible. Logan, she’s my sister. This is her family. She’d do the same for me.
LOGAN: So when I tell you this is a bad idea and a trap...?
MAX: I say, “Thanks for the good advice...and can you track down an address for me?”
SEBASTIAN: What happened?
LOGAN: It shorted out...again.
SEBASTIAN: Sounds like you need to replace the servocontroller.
LOGAN: Well, I can’t exactly call the Pentagon and requisition one, can I?
SEBASTIAN: Have to improvise. Maybe pull the controller from one of those robotic arms they use to handle toxic chemicals.
LOGAN: And how much is it going to cost me to get my hands on one of those?
SEBASTIAN: Since when do you care?
LOGAN: Problems with the family business. How much?
SEBASTIAN: Eight, maybe ten grand.
(Logan sighs.)
LOGAN: Whatever. No guarantee I can get this contraption to work again anyway. Probably just wasting my time.
SEBASTIAN: Maybe...but on the off-chance you could get back on your feet, you got something better to waste it on?
(Max enters the apartment and calls from the hallway.)
MAX: Logan!
LOGAN: Uh, I’ll be right there. (To Sebastian) I gotta call you back.
(Logan ends the call and covers up the exoskeleton. Then he wheels out to the living room, where Max is sitting on the couch, looking concerned.)
LOGAN: Hey. You all right?
MAX: Considering I just found out I’m an aunt.
(Logan looks surprised.)
MAX: Tinga has a kid in Portland. Her husband put out a missing-persons ad on her.
LOGAN: Well, if he did that, I gotta think that means he doesn’t know about her.
MAX: I tried to warn him, but he thought I was a crank and hung up on me.
LOGAN: Can’t really blame him.
MAX: Guess I have to go to Portland.
LOGAN: Max...you know Lydecker’s gonna be all over this.
MAX: Which is why I have to get them out of there as soon as possible. Logan, she’s my sister. This is her family. She’d do the same for me.
LOGAN: So when I tell you this is a bad idea and a trap...?
MAX: I say, “Thanks for the good advice...and can you track down an address for me?”
