27 CONTINUED:
27
Awash in shame, Wade staggers to his feet, slips on chickenblood, and LUNGES in the other direction. He hits the door
at the end of the hall at a RUN.
28 STAB! 28
The sword, covered in BLOOD, penetrates the crayon drawing ofthe recruiter on DEADPOOL’s CORKBOARD.
DEADPOOL:
Thank you, Agent Smith.
Deadpool lasers in on AJAX’s picture at the top of thepyramid.
29 EXT. GUADALAJARA STREET - SUNSET - PAST 29
WADE leans against a wall, gasping for breath. He looks back
toward her voice, face a mask of pain. Instead of seekingher... he melts into the busy street.
30 EXT. DEADPOOL’S LAIR - DAY 30
DEADPOOL trudges to his FRONT DOOR. He speaks to theAUDIENCE:
DEADPOOL:
Some kind of anger can’t be managed.
Like the kind where your year-long plan
ends with the wrong guy getting
dismembered! That said... when it comes
time to licking wounds... there’s no
place like home, and I share that home
with someone you met, the old blind lady
from the laundromat, Al. She’s like
Robin to my Batman. Except she’s old.
And black. And blind.
POPS INSIDE:
DEADPOOL (V.O.)
And I think she loves me. Wait... pretty
sure Robin loves Batman, too.
31 INT. WORKSHOP - NIGHT - PAST 31
WADE, ghastly, nearing death, lies BACK onto a STRETCHER,
covered only by a FLIMSY HOSPITAL GOWN. He’s being wheeleddown a dim corridor by two tough-looking ORDERLIES.
In one hand, he holds the recruiter’s crumpled BUSINESS CARD.
In the other, he clutches the limited edition VOLTRON RING,
as tight as his shaky hand allows.
(CONTINUED)
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They turn a corner and push through a pair of double doorsinto a cavernous room. Wade looks around, full of hope for anew life. Immediately, every single thing he sees/hearsbegins to erode his confidence. The RECRUITER stands justinside the doors, smiling.
RECRUITER (O.S.)
Mr. Wilson! Nothing warms my heart like
a change of someone else’s.
Walking into Wade’s P.O.V. is the creepy RECRUITER. He beams
down on Wade.
RECRUITER (CONT’D)
You finally hit ‘f***-it.’
WADE:
Worse. Just promise you’ll do right by
me. So I can do right by someone else.
RECRUITER:
Of course.
WADE:
Oh, and please don't make my super suit
green. Or animated.
RECRUITER:
I hope you enjoy your stay.
The ‘Workshop,’ as this old warehouse is affectionatelycalled, has been converted into a working LABORATORY.
Wade is wheeled through a vast room containing rows ofindividual ‘tents,’ each containing a SUBJECT. Wade’s eyesDART to helpless SILHOUETTES.
We hear WHISPERS, WHIMPERS, MOANS.
A FELLOW PATIENT, a pathetic, terrified little man namedCUNNINGHAM, is wheeled past Wade, restrained on anotherSTRETCHER. Cunningham briefly locks eyes with Wade, but
quickly moves on by.
Wade can’t help but be alarmed by the TERROR in Cunningham’s
eyes.
The tents are illuminated by BLINDING overhead lights. Wade
spies GRUESOMELY INTIMIDATING MEDICAL EQUIPMENT.
Wade is wheeled into the tent that’s his new home. The
FIGURE who was pushing Wade DUMPS him onto a CHROME OPERATINGTABLE and roughly STRAPS him down.
(CONTINUED)
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WADE:
Um. My first request? A warmer table.
(shivers)
And warmer hands.
Wade DOUBLE-TAKES at the sight of the figure above him:
ANGEL DUST - thirties, female, tall, sexy, athletic - anAmazonian warrior in another age.
Angel Dust wheels over a high-tech I.V. DRIP, complete withglass cylindrical tanks housing a glowing, viscous LIQUID.
Then she roughly straps Wade’s NECK to the table. Wade
nearly GASPS, the color now officially drained from his face.
WADE (CONT’D)
Easy! Aren’t you a little strong for alady? I’m calling wang.
ANGEL DUST:
You’d like that, huh. Welcome to our
little hospital.
WADE:
It doesn’t look like a hospital. It
looks like Chlamydia holding still.
An UNLIT MATCHSTICK protrudes from Angel Dust’s teeth - heridea of a TOOTHPICK.
WADE (CONT’D)
Oral fixation?
ANGEL DUST:
Shut. The f***. Up.
Angel Dust places a FINGER on Wade’s FOREHEAD and SHOVES hishead back against the table - BANG - pinning it there.
AJAX (O.S.)
Patience, Angel. All in good time.
Enter AJAX, whom we know as the PRISONER from the RAFT with
whom we’ve seen Deadpool tangle in the PRESENT. This is the
first Ajax and Wade have met.
WADE:
Can I expect turndown serv-?
Ajax nods to Angel Dust. BOOM! She GAGS Wade with SURGICAL
TUBING, then wraps it around the TABLE, immobilizing hishead.
(CONTINUED)
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AJAX:
You’re a talker.
Wade’s eyes are wider than ever. WTF?
AJAX (CONT’D)
(disarmingly matter-of-fact)
Mr. Wilson, my name is Ajax. I managethe Workshop. My ‘welcome’ speech usedto be full of euphemisms like ‘You mayfeel some discomfort.’ But I’ve grownblunt.
Ajax unsheathes an I.V. NEEDLE. Angel Dust up-tilts thetable 45 degrees, then readies a holographic monitor.
AJAX (CONT’D)
The Workshop is not a government program.
It’s a private institution tasked withturning reclamation projects likeyourself into men of extraordinaryabilities. I’m about to remake yourlife. But if you think cancer curespainlessly, you’re wrong. If you thinksuper-human powers are acquiredpainlessly, you’re wrong.
Ajax touches Wade with the I.V. NEEDLE, pressing here andthere, not QUITE hard enough to break skin. At last, he
locates the subclavian vein. Wade flinches.
AJAX (CONT’D)
We’re injecting you with a serum thatactivates mutant genes. For it to work,
we need to subject you to extreme stress.
The liquid glows FLUORESCENT through Wade’s white skin as itpumps into the pulmonary highway.
AJAX (CONT’D)
You’ve heard the whole make-an-omelette,
break-some-eggs bit?
(Wade blinks)
I’m about to hurt you, Wade. The kind of
hurt I can’t describe and you can’tprepare for. It’s cruel stuff. And
there’s no way out for you. No secret
you can tell me. No soft spot in me toappeal to.
Wade stares at them in shock.
(CONTINUED)
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ANGEL DUST:
What, you expected Weapon X?
Ajax starts to TURN AWAY, but stops.
AJAX:
One more thing. What’s the ad? ‘I’m not
just the president. I’m a client?’ I’ve
been through this procedure myself. It
made me stronger. It also scorched mynerve endings. So I no longer feel pain.
In fact...
(smiles)
I no longer feel anything.
Wade reacts by SAYING something - made UNINTELLIGIBLE by thesurgical tubing. Ajax nods to Angel Dust, who slices theSURGICAL TUBING, SNAPPING it away and FREEING Wade to TALK.
WADE:
Something in your teeth.
Ajax smiles WITHOUT opening his mouth, signals Angel Dust.
She slams Wade’s head back again as he turns to leave.
Before he exits, Ajax hesitates, can’t help but check histeeth in one of the surgical mirrors.
WADE (O.S.) (CONT’D)
Made you look! Hey, is Ajax your realname? ‘Cause it sounds suspiciously made
up. What’s it really? Steve? Mark?
Trevor? Kyle?
