"DEADPOOL" (2016)

DEADPOOL

Rhett Reese & Paul Wernick

Final Shooting Script - November 16, 2015

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OVER BLACK. Low volume, through a tinny speaker, JUICE NEWTON’S ‘ANGEL OF THE MORNING.’

FADE UP ON:

DEADPOOL, in full DRESS REDS and MASK, quietly FIDGETS in the BACK SEAT of a TAXI CAB as it proceeds along a CITY FREEWAY.

Deadpool adjusts the two KATANAS strapped to his back.Rolls the WINDOWS up, down, up. Tries futilely to untwist the seatbelt, then LUNGES forward, locking it up. Rifles through a tourist booklet and tears out a HAUNTED SEGWAY TOUR coupon. The CABBIE, young, thin, brown, glances back and forth from the rear view to the road to the rear view.

CUT TO: DEADPOOL, WEDGING himself through the opening between the back seat and front. His two katanas don’t cooperate, catching on the Plexiglas, stalling him mid-torso.

The cabbie grabs Deadpool’s hand and pulls him through to the front. Deadpool’s head rests upside down on the bench seat as he maneuvers his legs through. The cabbie turns the helping hand into a HANDSHAKE, then turns down the Juice.

Dopinder is remarkably UNAFFECTED by the lunatic in his cab.

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DEADPOOL turns himself RIGHT-SIDE-UP in the front seat.He is YOKED to the gills and ARMED to the teeth. TWIN KATANAS. TWIN DESERT EAGLE .50 CALIBER PISTOLS.

Deadpool grabs Dopinder’s OPEN BAG of CORN NUTS. Dopinder isn’t quick enough to stop him. Deadpool gazes out the window onto the city - a teeming, sooty urban sprawl that looks almost... pre-post-apocalyptic.

Deadpool turns up his MASK. Dopinder catches a GLIMPSE of the bottom of a SCARRED face. And quickly looks AWAY. Deadpool eats the CORN NUTS. CRUNCH. CRUNCH. Points.

Dopinder eyes his DAFFODIL DAYDREAM AIR FRESHENER and takes a deep breath through his nose.

A PICTURE of a young INDIAN WOMAN is taped to the dash.

Deadpool’s own heartbreak is palpable. He takes another deep, cleansing BREATH.

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Deadpool chucks the bag of Corn Nutsinto the back seat and pulls out his PISTOLS. He starts CHAMBERING shells into two magazines.

Suddenly, he frantically pats himself down, like a Hollywood agent who can’t find his phone.

A blind late-70’s AFRICAN-AMERICAN WOMAN in a purple floral dress enters the front door, falls as she trips over an ‘I *HEART* HELLO KITTY’ DUFFEL BAG of AMMUNITION, PICKS it UP, and CARRIES it OFF.

The cab SCREECHES to a stopon the shoulder of the highest FREEWAY in a massive INTERCHANGE of freeways. Dopinder halts the meter and hands Deadpool his CARD.

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Dopinder stares as he and Deadpool slap skin. Deadpool GETS OUT of the cab.

Deadpool closes the door with a flourish. Boom.

A bone-white ISLAND PRISON, affectionately nicknamed ‘The Raft,’ looms ominously in a CITY HARBOR.

Etched in helvetica into the prison wall: ‘No punishment has ever possessed enough power of deterrence to prevent the commission of crimes.’ - Hannah Arendt. Below it, GRAFFITIED in RED SPRAY PAINT: ‘Until NOW’

The prison’s FRONT DOORS OPEN, and out steps a handcuffed PRISONER, 30’s, ORANGE JUMPSUIT, broad shoulders, whip-smart, tightly coiled, with cool, dead-blue eyes. BURLY GUARDS guide him across a CAUSEWAY toward a CONVOY of Escalades and Ducatis on shore.

The middle Escalade’s door opens. The prisoner stops. The guards unlock his CUFFS.

The ex-prisoner STRETCHES his arms and strides TOWARD the convoy.

CUE SALT & PEPA’S ‘SHOOP:’

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DEADPOOL sits on the edge of the highest freeway on the overpass, legs dangling over the side like Huck Finn.

Deadpool is using some broken CRAYONS to draw something on a scrap of paper. REVERSE ANGLE to REVEAL a childish drawing of Deadpool SHOOTING another man in the head, brains blowing out.

The victim’s thought bubble reads: ‘OUCHIE!!!’ Even through the mask, Deadpool looks pleased by this.

He turns to CAMERA:

ANGLE ON a distant BIRD’S EYE VIEW of the freeway interchange: an interwoven tangle of ramps.

AJAX, 30’s, dead-blue eyes, broad shoulders, whip-smart, tightly coiled stands at ease on a cracked and blistered tarmac. Behind him, a HEAVILY ARMED CONVOY OF DUCATIS and ESCALADES. FOUR LARGE ALUMINUM CARGO CRATES sit beside him.

Ajax squints into the sun as A BELL HELICOPTER thrashes the air above him, kicking up dust as it lands.

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A SERBIAN WARLORD, mid-50’s, sharply dressed, armored BRIEFCASE in hand, climbs out. He is surrounded by ARMED GUARDS.

The Warlord places the BRIEFCASE on the FOREMOST CRATE.Ajax pops the case... to find STACKS upon STACKS of THOUSAND DOLLAR BILLS. Satisfied, he closes the briefcaseand hands it to one of his men.

Both sets of armed thugs shift to ready positions.

Ajax smiles calmly, but his free hand DARTS OUT and CASUALLY LIFTS the warlord into the air by the THROAT. Fingers find triggers on both sides.

The Warlord manages to nod in acquiescence. Ajax smiles again, lowers him gasping to the ground.

Ajax spins and walks purposefully toward the line of waiting SUV’s.

The warlord angrily motions for his men to begin loading the crates into the helicopter, which they do.

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Behind him the convoy of SUV’s and motorcycles pull out, falling into line as they accelerate past the rows of derelict aircraft.

DEADPOOL watches as the convoy approaches. He CASUALLY gets up as if standing up out of an easy chair...

He PIROUETTES, and DROPS an entire level DOWN...

THROUGH the SUNROOF of an ESCALADE. SMASH!

There are FOUR HUGE BAD-ASSES inside the S.U.V., two in front, two behind. Deadpool lands back-middle in a HAILSTORM of GLASS. He stuns the men to both sides with elbows to the face as he raises his arms in greeting.

BOOM! MAYHEM ERUPTS as the two men in back find themselves sharing a phone booth with the TASMANIAN DEVIL: ELBOWS. FOREARMS. KNEES. CRACKING. CRUNCHING. SCREAMING.

From BEHIND, the Escalade BUCKS and BOUNCES down the road on its suspension, almost CARTOON-LIKE.

A brutal punch spins Deadpool UPSIDE-DOWN, and he rolls with it, uses his FEET to BREAK the man’s NECK. The other man stomps on his head, then drags him up and SMUSHES Deadpool’s face into the seat’s premium trim.

Deadpool HURLS the man through THROUGH the TAILGATE WINDOW.

The man clutches the TAILGATE, DRAGGED behind the S.U.V. Deadpool sticks his head between the two guys in FRONT.

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The DRIVER SLAMS Deadpool’s head into the console repeatedly.

Deadpool squirms away and WRESTLES VIOLENTLY with the guy in the PASSENGER SEAT.

He GRABS the PASSENGER SEAT-BELT, TIES it around the guy’s ANKLE, and KICKS him out the PASSENGER SIDE DOOR. The guy’s HEAD and SHOULDERS SMACK pavement, where he’s DRAGGED mercilessly by his ANKLE - a modern COWBOY whose boot just got stuck in his horse’s STIRRUP.

Deadpool grabs the driver by the HAIR on the BACK of his HEAD and BANGS his FOREHEAD into:

The horn. HONK. HONK. The stereo. Every time the driver’s forehead SMACKS the face of the stereo, the RADIO STATION CHANGES:

MARIACHI. DR. DREW. MONSTER TRUCK COMMERCIAL (’SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY!’). One more SMACK to get us back to MARIACHI.

Deadpool looks in the REAR VIEW MIRROR to see the man in back CRAWL up the tailgate.

Deadpool PUSHES in the Cadillac’s CIGARETTE LIGHTER.

Back to the DRIVER. Deadpool BASHES his face into the DRIVER’s SIDE WINDOW. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

We’re now OUTSIDE the Escalade, seeing the driver’s expression take on a ridiculous silly-putty-esque grimace of pain every time it’s MUSHED into the glass.

The man in back scrambles forward. The CIGARETTE LIGHTER POPS OUT. Deadpool YANKS the EMERGENCY BRAKE. The man in back LAUNCHES forward and SMACKS the DASHBOARD.

Deadpool STABS the now ORANGE-HOT lighter into the man’s forehead, burning the COIL PATTERN into his skin. The man SCREAMS.

Deadpool stuffs the lighter INTO the man’s mouth and CLAMPS his hand over it.

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The man hollers in muffled agony. A MOTORCYCLE has pulled AHEAD of the ESCALADE and now sits, STOPPED, in its path.

The helmeted RIDER OPENS FIRE with a SUB-MACHINE GUN.

Deadpool has one hand grasped on the back of the driver’s neck, still mashing his face into the window glass, and the OTHER hand still clamped over the second man’s mouth.He plants both FEET on the steering wheel and ‘drives,’ spinning the wheel, sending the S.U.V. into...

...a ROLL. The Escalade goes ENDO, SOMERSAULTING WILDLY.

Suddenly, the ACTION BEGINS TO SLOW...

The motorcycle RIDER tries to bail out. NO LUCK. The tumbling Escalade PLOWS RIGHT INTO him AND his bike.

Parts scatter off the motorcycle, including its CHAIN.The RIDER continues to SQUEEZE off ROUNDS as he goes FLYING.

Inside the Escalade, Deadpool goes SPIN-CYCLE. The DRIVER flies through the sunroof, tearing out its remaining glass. BLOOD spatters. The other man spits out the glowing CIGARETTE LIGHTER. The guy whose ankle is still tangled in the seat-belt FLAILS through the air like a rag-doll, AHAB tied to MOBY DICK.

The action CONTINUES to SLOW... until it FREEZES.

The camera swoops in to Deadpool’s face, upside down.

HE TURNS HIS HEAD TO CAMERA FOR THE FIRST TIME, BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL, THE ONLY THING IN THE SCENE THAT’S MOVING:

We RAMP back UP to FULL SPEED. The S.U.V. CARTWHEELS. The guy’s ankle untangles from the seat-belt. He FLIES high toward a big HIGHWAY EXIT SIGN and... SPLAT... out of frame.

The RIDER’s NECK is SLICED by the flying MOTORCYCLE CHAIN.

The DRIVER is half-way out the SUNROOF when the S.U.V. rolls over him. SQUISH.

The man who ate the CIGARETTE LIGHTER now eats pavement.

VX8 EXT. X-MANSION - DAY VX8

A sign reads ‘PROFESSOR XAVIER’S SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS.

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VX8 CONTINUED: VX8

The sign sits on the perfectly manicured front lawn of the gorgeous Gothic X-MANSION.

VX8 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS VX8

The X-Men’s COLOSSUS. A GOOD-NATURED GIANT with CHROME METAL FOR SKIN. BIG AS A BARN. OTHER-WORLDLY STRONG. He is sitting in the kitchen, eating a bowl of GRAPE NUTS and finishing a SUDOKU, his attention suddenly drawn to a TELEVISION SCREEN:

COLOSSUS REPORTER (CONT'D)

Red suit? Red suit.

With an audible CRACK, the pencil in Colossus’ thick fingers snaps. He rises, muttering Russian curses and stalks from the kitchen.

VC8 INT. HANGAR - MOMENTS LATER VC8

Massive STEEL BLAST DOORS emblazoned with a huge “X” slide open to reveal COLOSSUS. He walks quickly and purposefully towards a big plane in the center of the huge space:the BLACKBIRD, the X-Men’s modified XR-71 jet transport.

Struggling to keep up with the giant’s long strides is a supernaturally CUTE, supernaturally DEADPAN 15-YEAR-OLD GIRL, in an X-MEN outfit. NEGASONIC TEENAGE WARHEAD.

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VC8 CONTINUED: VC8

NTW shoves the bar in a pocket of her coat without breaking stride.

The S.U.V. slides to a halt ON ITS SIDE, PASSENGER WINDOWS UP. The rest of the CONVOY is forced to stop BEHIND.

A BUNCH of MEN PILE OUT, each one carrying a BEASTLY GUN and POINTING it STRAIGHT at the disabled S.U.V.

The last noise is made by one final dislodged HUBCAP, which rattles in little circles until it lies FLAT on the freeway.

TWO SILENT BEATS. Then we hear the soft, ELECTRIC BUZZ of the Escalade’s middle passenger window ROLLING DOWN.Up pops the HEAD of DEADPOOL, like the GOPHER inCaddyshack.

BANG BANG BANG BANG.

The head drops, the hands come up. BANG.

The THUGS immediately OPEN FIRE.

Deadpool is already leaping upward, flipping backwards, bullets tearing the air beneath him as he pulls out those TWO MASSIVE .50 CAL PISTOLS... and in slo-mo, RETURNS FIRE.

Deadpool keeps count of every bullet he fires:

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A SHELL-CASING is EJECTED. We enter EXTREME SLO-MO and SWOOP IN on the shell as it TUMBLES through the air...

...revealing the number ‘00012’ ETCHED in a semi-circle on its butt end. Deadpool FIRES the second pistol. We move instantly to the second shell: ‘00011’

FULL SPEED. The first TWO THUGS get a MOUTHFUL of BULLET.

ANOTHER SHOT. A THUG takes one in the HEART. The other thugs POUR LEAD into the disabled S.U.V.

Deadpool LEAPS UP and OUT of the window, rising ABOVE the incoming shots, then LANDING SAFELY BEHIND the Escalade.

Deadpool TURNS to SPY a MOTORCYCLE RIDER BEARING DOWN ON HIM. This rider wears a distinctive SILVER HELMET.

Deadpool raises BOTH pistols. This RIDER LEANS away, dodging each slug. First left, then right, then left.

The bike WHIZZES PAST safely, firing bullets, DEADPOOL follows, leaping high, flipping over the S.U.V.

He lands smoothly the other side, right BEHIND a thug who’s looking in the other direction as he sneaks around the car.

Deadpool SHRUGS and SHOOTS him in the BACK of the HEAD at POINT BLANK RANGE.

The shell tumbles to the ground, falls still. ‘00006’

Deadpool opens the Escalade. His target is NOT THERE.

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG. Deadpool is nearly BROUGHT DOWN by a particularly big thug with a particularly big AK-47.

He dives behind another Escalade, takes a moment to search the interior through the windows... and then flinches as AK- 47 bullets pass THROUGH the skin of the S.U.V. around him.

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One of the bullets lands in DEADPOOL’S BICEP. Deadpool yelps, in pain... then stuffs some of his torn red suit fabric into the hole to staunch the bleeding.

Then he scrambles AROUND the S.U.V., trying to close the distance to this guy through a WITHERING BARRAGE of fire.

Another of the AK’s slugs SLICES a swath out of the mask on Deadpool’s head, SINGING his hair.

Deadpool lands in FRONT of the thug. The thug pulls his trigger again, only to - CLICK - realize he’s OUT of BULLETS.

The bullet HITS the thug in the throat. ‘00005’

Deadpool STRIDES past the fallen thug, pawing at his singed hair - ow - and then out of sheer, pumped-up ANGER...

...turns and PUMPS TWO MORE SUPERFLUOUS BULLETS into him.

The SILVER-HELMETED MOTORCYCLE RIDER makes another pass, FIRING. Deadpool ducks behind the S.U.V. again.

20 yards away, a GROUP of thugs TAKE COVER behind the final S.U.V. One pulls out a HAND-GRENADE, RAISES HIS ARM to throw.

Deadpool FIRES, SHOOTING the GRENADE in the thug’s FIST. BOOM! The whole CLUSTER of THUGS drops.

Deadpool emerges from behind the S.U.V., feeling victorious.

He approaches the final S.U.V. and throws open the doors to search, expecting to find his target at last.

Inside is a rumpled orange prison coverall, but NOT the PRISONER. Deadpool gets childishly angry.

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Worse, CLICK-CLACK. The distinctive COCKING of SHOTGUNS.

3 final THUGS stand on the freeway, lined up perpendicular to Deadpool, SHOULDER-TO-SHOULDER, FIRING BENELLI COMBAT SHOTGUNS. BAM! BAM! BAM!

Deadpool ducks behind the S.U.V. and raises a PISTOL.We ZOOM IN through the CHAMBER to spy the last BULLET, POISED in front of the FIRING PIN:

‘00001’

Deadpool thinks, then LEAPS from behind the ‘SCLADE, TWISTS forward and right.

All 3 THUGS FIRE again. BUCKSHOT rips into DEADPOOL’s BACK.

But he LANDS so that all 3 men are now parallel to him...

...in A SINGLE-FILE LINE.

BOOM! We’re with the FINAL BULLET as it HURTLES from the gun and passes THROUGH the first man’s head... then the SECOND man’s head... and SMACKS the third man in the forehead.

This third man, the BIGGEST THUG YET, HITS the DECK.

Deadpool puts his mouth to his pistol barrel, INHALES... and then EXHALES smoke through the pores of his mask.

But then, as if by magic, the third thug STIRS... and STANDS.

The SLUG has LODGED partway in his FOREHEAD, having lost just enough momentum that it didn’t make it all the way through.

The thug sneers, plucks out the slug, wipes away some blood, and rolls up his SLEEVES.

Deadpool reaches back. We hear the THRILLING SOUND...

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...of STEEL BLADES being DRAWN. Out come Deadpool’s TRADEMARK KATANAS. The thug’s eyes widen as...

...SWOOSH... the blades swing through the air and SKEWER him, between two different ribs and out the BACK.

The action SLOWS again to a FREEZE. Deadpool is in mid- slice, muscles bulging.

Title: 6 Years Ago

A sleazy, mid-thirties MAN, GAVIN MERCHANT, decked out in DRAGON PRINT V-NECK and STUDDED JEANS, is MID-ARGUMENTwith a late teen, pimply-faced PIZZA DELIVERY GUY, whose name-tag reads: JEREMY.

A TOILET flushes in another room, and both men turn.

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The VOICE comes from over Merchant’s shoulder. WADE WILSON (the future DEADPOOL, MINUS the SCARS and SUIT), handsome, boyish, cheerily steps from through a doorway and into the living room wiping his hands on a towel.

Merchant STARES, incredulous.

Jeremy NODS.

Without even turning toward Merchant, Wade PULLS OUT A .50 CALIBER DESERT EAGLE PISTOL and nonchalantly AIMS it at him. Merchant and Jeremy both go pale.

Merchant fumbles with his wallet and starts to hand Wade the bills inside. Wade takes the ENTIRE WALLET instead.

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Jeremy’s eyes widen. Wade holds up a YELLOW CARD, featuring an embedded SIM. Below the logo of a CYPRESS TREE is the name of Wade’s intended target: ‘GARRETT, JEREMY.’

Merchant breathes a sigh of relief.

Wade PISTOL-PUNCHES/POKES Merchant in the forehead. Merchant howls.

Wade points the pistol at Merchant again, sending him backpedaling into a chair.

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Jeremy manages a timid little NOD.

Wade holsters the pistol and WHIPS out a HUNTING KNIFE.He twirls it adeptly... but instead of holding it to Jeremy’s neck... CUTS himself a SLICE of PIZZA.

Wade shovels half the slice into his mouth, revealing an Army SPECIAL FORCES TATTOO on his forearm: A SKULL WEARING A GREEN BERET, BACKED BY A BLADE, AND THE WORDS ‘DE OPPRESSO LIBER’ (official motto of the U.S. Army Special Forces).

Wade brings the next pizza slice over to Merchant. Wade nearly hands it to him but lets go too soon. The slice falls flat - pineapple down - onto the floor at Merchant’s feet.

Wade pokes the end of his knife into Jeremy’s chest, pinning him against the wall.

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A beat. In a huge ANTI-CLIMAX, Wade deftly twirls his knife AWAY from Jeremy’s chest, SPINS it on his finger, and JAMS it back into its SLEEVE.

SKATE PUNKS carve on ramps built into the sides of a highway underpass. A group of TEEN GIRLS are perched at the bottom of the nearby stairs, texting each other from inches away. An old-fashioned GHETTO BLASTER bangs ‘SHOOP.’

SALT & PEPA I love you in your big jeans.

Boom. A PIZZA BOX lands at their feet. On top of it lands a POLAROID PICTURE.

A FRIZZY-HAIRED EMO GIRL picks up the Polaroid... of a terrified JEREMY holding another pizza box that has been cut into a heart, the words ‘I’m Sorry’ scrawled onto it, a PEE- STAIN on his JEANS, and a laughing WADE photo-bombing with the knife to his neck. She looks UP to see:

Wade bobbing to the music.

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The girl - MEGHAN ORLOVSKY - leaps up and HUGS Wade tight.

GIRL #2 Hey, think you could fuck up my step-dad?

GIRL #3 How ‘bout Vice Principal Renwiki?

GIRL #3 Suspended me for smoking.

Wade gives Meghan a smile, turns to leave.

The word catches Wade like a punch to the gut. Hero?

Wade doesn’t turn back, walking through the swooping skaters.

A12 EXT. SISTER MARGARET’S - NIGHT - PAST A12

A grimy SIGN on a grimier brick building reads: ‘SISTER MARGARET’S SCHOOL FOR WAYWARD GIRLS.’

Inside, society’s DREGS. Chief among them, BOOTHE: a HUGE, menacing hipster with a BOY SCOUT CAP and MASSIVE HANDLEBAR MOUSTACHE. He’s got some DUDE’s fingers splayed out on the bar, jabbing a KNIFE POINT between them as fast as he can.

WADE shimmies past, backslaps BOOTHE:

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We hear a STAB and a SCREAM.

Wade winces as he continues on to the BAR, claims a STOOL and waves over the lone bartender - WEASEL, early 20’s, geeky, glasses. Think Tom Cruise in ‘Cocktail.’ Then think the opposite.

Wade digs in a pocket, slaps the YELLOW ‘HIT’ CARD, the one with the CYPRESS TREE, on the bar.

Weasel goes to the register. Scans the card. Peels off three ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS. Lays them out like a bank teller. Wade PUSHES the MONEY AWAY...

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Weasel puts the finishing touches on the drink, pushes it across the bar to Wade.

A burst of laughter turns Wade’s attention to BUCK, a BAD-ASS in a snakeskin jacket, has a crowd gathered round him, mid- story. He too is holding a YELLOW CARD with SIM and CYPRESS TREE.

The crowd CRACKS UP.

Wade pulls out Gavin Merchant’s wallet and teases out a TWENTY. He grabs a passing waitress, tucks the bill in her shirt pocket and sets the blowjob on her tray.

Weasel follows Wade’s gaze to the end of the bar, where a chuckling BOOTHE wraps a bandage around the guy’s bloody hand.

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Weasel allows himself a tiny conspiratorial SMILE.

WADE, in medium shot, TEARING UP at the famous Steven Seagal bar fight from ‘OUT FOR JUSTICE’ on T.V. as... SMACK... BAM... a REAL bar fight goes on - OUT OF FOCUS - behind him.

Wade finally turns around to watch. BUCK finishes off Boothe... then pours the BLOW-JOB on top of him.

WEASEL grabs a hand mirror, hops over the bar, and crosses to Boothe. All the PATRONS fall HUSH as WEASEL holds the mirror to Boothe’s mouth. Boothe’s BREATH FOGS it up.

The place ‘oooooohs.’ Near miss. Weasel returns to his place behind the bar, looking disappointed.

Wade leans back and looks up at an ENORMOUS CHALKBOARD hanging above the bar: ‘Sister Margaret’s DEAD POOL.’ Below, a long LIST of NAMES. DOLLAR AMOUNTS to the right of the names. More NAMES to the right of the dollars.

Indeed, ‘WEASEL’ has chosen ‘WADE.’ Wade looks betrayed.

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Weasel looks up a the board, where ‘WADE’ has claimed: ‘BIEBER, J.’

Wade turns to see a woman on his other side: VANESSA. Brunette. Silver-blue eyes. Tank. Tiny jean-shorts.

Wade looks Vanessa all the way up and down... then holds up his PINKIE.

Vanessa raises her own pinkie. Shakes like a pinkie swear.

BUCK walks past and SLAPS Vanessa on the caboose.

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Wade pushes back his stool, stands menacingly.

But Vanessa doesn’t wait for Wade’s chivalry. She blows right by him and grabs a fistful of Buck’s crotch. Buck gasps.

Wade takes Vanessa’s shoulders.

Vanessa lets Buck go, turns on Wade.

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Wade EMPTIES the rest of Gavin’s wallet:

Vanessa shoves the bills into her halter:

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Wade grins at her like a kid on Christmas morning.

A two-shot of WADE and VANESSA staring at each other, in profile. Wade looks really excited.

REVERSE ANGLE to reveal two SKEEBALL MACHINES in the ARCADE. Wade inserts tokens, and balls CLUNK down.

Vanessa looks half amused, half weirded out.

Wade slowly turns to CAMERA. REVERSE ANGLE TO his P.O.V.:

A ten-year-old BOY stops in his tracks, his gaze moving from Vanessa’s plunging neckline to her short shorts.

Vanessa reaches down, grabs two balls, hands one to Wade.

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Wade smiles slyly, sizes up the ramp, rears back and OVERHANDS the first ball... right into the 50,000 CUP.

A beaming WADE bellies up to the prize counter and lays a massive armful of pink TICKETS on top.

VANESSA places a measly TEN tickets of her own next to them.

The weary TEEN behind the counter hands Wade the low-rent VOLTRON KEYCHAIN, and Vanessa the eraser.

Wade extends his arm chivalrously:

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Wade rubs his keychain wistfully, then offers it up.

ALT:

Vanessa smiles and takes Wade’s arm. They walk out of the ARCADE affectionately...

...to the SOUNDS OF TIRELESS, ATHLETIC SEX.

DUCT TAPE fails to cover a big multi-fissured CRACK in the WINDOW of Wade’s CRAPPY APARTMENT. Inside, WADE has VANESSA up against the wall decorated with CHRISTMAS LIGHTS that have overstayed their welcome and a CALENDAR. They are going at it like RABBITS.

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Dolly Parton’s ‘HERE YOU COME AGAIN’ kicks in, and we...

A MONTAGE of images: Fun, irreverent SEX around the CALENDAR between WADE and VANESSA, identified by various holidays.

VALENTINE’S DAY SEX. WADE falls back onto a bed covered in rose petals with VANESSA on top of him. She has drawn a heart on his chest in red lipstick. They go at it hard... then pause for a romantic look and kiss.

Then IMMEDIATELY go back to hard pounding.

A medium shot of the top half of VANESSA. She is on hands and knees, rocking back and forth. WADE leans into frame from behind.

They go at it even harder.

The same exact locked-off medium shot, only WADE is now on hands and knees. His expression betrays great stress. VANESSA leans into frame from behind.

Wade girds himself, then lets out a surprised, WHIMPERY YELP as some pioneering object journeys into his virgin lands.

WADE in bed, legs wrapped around VANESSA’s neck, being orally pleasured.

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We see FIREWORKS through the skylight above.

WADE sitting in an arm-chair, fully dressed, reading glasses on, purusing a book. VANESSA is reading in a chair opposite, also wearing reading glasses.

VANESSA in bed where Wade last was. Now her legs are wrapped around HIS neck, and he’s pleasuring her.

Wade goes back to work.

WADE and VANESSA banging it out one last time, missionary style.

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Cut WIDE to reveal that they’re on top of the KITCHEN TABLE during THANKSGIVING DINNER. Wine spills, cranberry sauce topples, mashed potatoes launch. ALT: BREAKFAST FOOD INSTEAD.

Nothing takes away from the joy of the moment.

A CHRISTMAS WREATH hangs on Wade’s wall.

WADE strikes a pose, HANDS on HIPS, wearing an AWFUL, AWFUL CHRISTMAS SWEATER. And NO PANTS.

VANESSA sits against the bed’s HEADBOARD, SHEET pulled over her, up to her chin. She quickly lowers the sheet. Revealing an APPALLING CHRISTMAS SWEATER of her own.

Vanessa tosses something to Wade. It lands in his hands.

It’s the nickel-silver-plated Voltron RING, all three hundred thousand tickets worth.

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Wade plants a kiss on Vanessa. She sits up on her knees.

VANESSA (CONT'D) WADE

Stick it in my-? Marry me?

Wade reaches back and pulls out an ENGAGEMENT-RING-LIKE BOX. Vanessa can barely contain her excitement.

A vulnerable Wade hands her the box and stands there with the look of... ‘Open it. Open it!’

Vanessa opens the box... to reveal a CANDY RING.

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Vanessa stares. Swallows. Pulls him back into bed and WHISPERS ONE SILENT WORD into his ear (’Yes’). Wade jumps up and DANCES around the room all goofy, POP, LOCK, & ROBOT.

Wade dives back into bed, SPOONS with Vanessa, wrapping her in his ARMS, touching his cheek to hers.

Wade swoons, reaches, grabs a POLAROID CAMERA off his night- stand, and holds it at arm’s length.

The flash POPS. For this one moment, his life is...

Wade hands Vanessa the photo. Then...

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...bounces up to go to the BATHROOM. Vanessa gazes at the photo, which is already FADING IN. Wade notices.

Wade peels off his Christmas sweater... and STEPS CONFIDENTLY BACK TOWARD THE BED. But before he gets there...

...HE PASSES OUT, FACE-PLANTING ONTO THE FLOOR.

WADE is sitting in a doctor’s office, VANESSA by his side, opposite a solemn ONCOLOGIST. Every image suggests BAD NEWS:

A COMPLEX looking MRI IMAGE of the CIRCULATORY SYSTEM on a BACKLIT VIEWING TABLE. SWEAT STAINS under Wade’s arms. Vanessa GRIPPING his hand. The LOOK on the DOCTOR’s FACE.

Wade and Vanessa turn and share a devastated but loving look.

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The VOLUME of Vanessa’s voice FADES until we can SEE her talking but no longer hear the words:

DEADPOOL HAS AJAX PINNED TO THE FREEWAY RAIL.

A massive SHADOW passes over AJAX and DEADPOOL, accompanied by LOUD METALLIC FOOTSTEPS. Ajax looks up, a bit awed.

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Deadpool senses something, reaches back with one hand, feels...

...what turns out to be Colossus’s METALLIC CROTCH.

COLOSSUS GRABS Deadpool’s WRIST, CHUCKS him THROUGH the AIR, ASS OVER TEAKETTLE.

A CLOSE-UP of a Deadpool ACTION FIGURE from ‘X-Men Origins.’ Mouth sewn shut. Blades implanted into wrists.

In the exact same POSE we just saw the real Deadpool. Sitting in a nightstand DRAWER in Wade’s apartment.

Wade looks like he’s reaching into the drawer for the action figure, but instead, reaches just UNDER it to grasp Wham!’s ‘Make it Big’ album on Vinyl. He pulls out the album.

Wade places the album carefully into one of two OPEN SUITCASES on the floor next to him. He is currently going through his possessions, TOSSING OUT the crap and placing the good stuff into the suitcases.

Wade pulls out the action figure.

Wade DUNKS the action figure in the trash can. VANESSA stands opposite, arms crossed, FUMING.

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Wade TOSSES the purse toward one of the suitcases. Vanessa’s hand stabs out and GRABS it.

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Vanessa embraces Wade. Tight. Won’t let go. A TEAR trickles down Vanessa’s CHEEK.

Vanessa interlaces her pinkie with Wade’s. Smiles.

Vanessa leans in, and the two start to KISS.

VANESSA, horizontal, limbs akimbo, ASLEEP in bed. She stirs, feels next to her for Wade. He’s NOT THERE.

REVEAL WADE standing at the bedroom window. His P.O.V. of the moon makes it look FRACTURED by the cracked glass.

RACK FOCUS to Vanessa’s REFLECTION. She, too, looks fractured. Wade’s eyes well with TEARS at the sight of her. Cancer will steal the one thing that ever mattered.

Vanessa’s cracked reflection suddenly RAISES its HEAD.

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Wade slides back into bed.

Wade lies on his back. Vanessa nestles her head lovingly against his chest. He takes a vulnerable look at her, then stares at the ceiling, LOST.

RS22 INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT RS22

Wade slips quietly out of bed...

...slips on a hoodie and a backpack...

...opens the door... takes one last longing look at Vanessa...

...and slips into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

Vanessa is left to feel for Wade in the dark.

A22 EXT. STREET - NIGHT A22

WADE walks down the street into the night.

He pulls a crumpled card from his jacket pocket: the black card with the recruiter’s number.

Still walking, Wade pulls out a cellphone and dials.

Just another night at SISTER MARGARET’S WAYWARD SCHOOL FOR GIRLS. Regular crowd has shuffled in. Tonight, a bit thin.

WADE is bellied up to the bar, disheveled, unkempt, and distraught. WEASEL leans in:

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With SHAKY HANDS, Wade empties his POCKETS, placing CRUMPLED BROCHURES on the bar.

Wade pulls out one last thing from his pockets: A POLAROID of HIMSELF and VANESSA. He stares. Weasel notices.

Wade scrapes up a smile as Weasel tapes the picture to the BIG BAR MIRROR. Weasel pours a second wheatgrass shot. Clinks Wade’s glass. They throw them back. WINCE.

Weasel slides Wade a distinctive black BUSINESS CARD across the bartop.

Wade’s gaze follows Weasel’s gesture across the barroom, where an ominous MAN in a BLACK SUIT sits ALONE at a table.

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WADE dead-man-walks to the back of the bar. He passes BOOTHE and BEEF on his way. They nod solemnly, like cops at a funeral procession honoring one of their own.

Beef offers Wade his shot. Wade eeks out a smile. Throws it back. Then continues on. Wade stops next to the MAN’s TABLE.

The man, even creepier from close up, SMILES.

Wade grabs the recruiter’s drink and throws it back.

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The recruiter leans uncomfortably close.

A DILAPIDATED, SKETCHY MEDICAL ‘CLINIC’ haunts the cityscape in GUADALAJARA, MEXICO.

A sickly-looking WADE is on the final stop in his futile quest to find a cure. DESPERATE. Among the MOST DESPERATE.

He sits in a pathetic muzak-filled WAITING ROOM. Wearing a SOMBRERO and clutching VANESSA’s hand. Her fingers are interlaced in his, once perfectly manicured nails chewed to the quick.

Vanessa is also wearing a SOMBRERO, and ANXIETY on her face.

Wade COUGHS SEVERELY, REPEATEDLY into a HANDKERCHIEF.

Wade turns to the sweet ELDERLY COUPLE sitting next to him, ekes out a smile. The old man plays with some WORRY BEADS.

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Wade looks pained to hear this.

The elderly man gestures to the souvenir PATCHES sewn onto Wade’s ‘HELLO KITTY’ DUFFEL: CHECHNYA. CHINA. INDONESIA.

A MOTHER and her stoic young SON sign in with the NURSE behind the front desk. The boy has lost all his HAIR.

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Wade grows upset as the mother counts out hard-earned CASH. The boy reaches for a BOX filled with CHUPACHUPS (lollipops). The nurse scolds:

The nurse looks coldly at Wade. He stares back, eyes hard, then gets up and lays a crumpled dollar on the counter.

The nurse blinks, then stands, checking a CHART.

ABE and his WIFE get up. The nurse motions for Mrs. Solomon to stay in the waiting room.

Abe drops his WORRY BEADS. Wade bends to retrieve them, then stands with effort and gently hands them to Abe.

Wade sits back down, and his eyes find the LITTLE BOY:his SUNKEN EYES. His MISSING HAIR. His LOLLIPOP, CLUTCHED like the richest treasure.

Wade turns to look at Vanessa, who’s also staring at the boy.

Even though Vanessa is healthy, she, too, looks sick.No makeup. Dirty hair. Dark circles under her eyes. When she looks at Wade, it’s clear she, not he, most needs comfort.

Wade pulls Vanessa close and strokes her hair with a trembling hand. Abe disappears. Wade watches with a newly dark look of suspicion.

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ABE lies shirtless on an UNSANITARY operating table, a tray of RUSTY surgical KNIVES nearby.

A MAN with a pock-marked face stands over him in a white lab coat with blue-stitched cursive writing: ‘Dr. Delgado.’

‘Doctor’ Delgado pokes and prods with his fingers, as if Abe’s mid-section is Play-Doh.

The doctor’s other hand dips below the table, comes up dripping with something bloody. He kneeds at wrinkled skin smearing the CHICKEN BLOOD across Abe’s flesh.

The doctor holds SMELLING SALTS under Abe’s nose. His closed eyes jerk open to see the doctor’s gloved hand CLUTCHING a huge, bloody ‘TUMOR.’

Abe pushes himself up, peers down at his bloody abdomen with awe. The doctor wipes the blood away and helps him up.

As Abe shuffles out, the doctor turns away to dump the ‘tumor’ in the trash and wash his bloody hands in a basin.

Dr. Delgado nearly JUMPS at the sight of WADE, already standing in the OPEN DOOR of the room, looking DANGEROUS.

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Wade walks slowly TOWARD the doctor, who steps out nervously from BEHIND his table. The two stand face-to-face. Wade smiles... angles his foot UNDER the OPERATING TABLE...

...and uses it to SLIDE something out from underneath the table: a BUCKET of BLOODY CHICKEN GIZZARDS that double as removed ‘tumors.’ Wade’s RAGE seems to grow by the INSTANT.

Delgado senses he is suddenly in danger, picks up a rusty SCALPEL from his tray. Wade moves toward him. Delgado LUNGES, He STABS WADE in the shoulder, then RUNS.

Wade TACKLES him. In Wade’s weakened state, the fight becomes an intense STRUGGLE. The two FALL and WRESTLE. The BUCKET of GIZZARDSoverturns. They roll around in slop.

The doctor squirms out of Wade’s grasp and crawls into the hallway. Wade wriggles after him, tugging at his ankle.

The MUZAC still plays. VANESSA smiles warmly/sadly at the little BOY, who is unwrapping his CHUPACHUP.

Suddenly... a SCREAM and cries for help in Spanish. The NURSE and an ALARMED VANESSA rush toward the shouting.

At last, WADE’s fury has overcome his physical weakness.He straddles the DOCTOR’s CHEST. His expression is that of a man who’s LOSING his SHIT.

Wade RAISES THE SCALPEL,SLASHES at the doctor’s throat, then STABS him in the heart. The doctor writhes, spasms, gurgles, and falls still.

Chest heaving, Wade raises his head to see... at the FAR END of the HALL:

VANESSA - frozen, TERRIFIED. A blood-soaked Wade locks eyes with her and swims back up into SANITY... ‘What have I done?’ This is a horrific glimpse into Wade’s murderous past...

...and the look on Vanessa’s face is one of HORROR and PAIN.

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Awash in shame, Wade staggers to his feet, slips on chicken blood, 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 of the recruiter on DEADPOOL’s CORKBOARD.

Deadpool lasers in on AJAX’s picture at the top of the pyramid.

WADE leans against a wall, gasping for breath. He looks back toward her voice, face a mask of pain. Instead of seeking her... he melts into the busy street.

DEADPOOL trudges to his FRONT DOOR. He speaks to the AUDIENCE:

POPS INSIDE

WADE, ghastly, nearing death, lies BACK onto a STRETCHER, covered only by a FLIMSY HOSPITAL GOWN. He’s being wheeled down 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 editionVOLTRON RING, as tight as his shaky hand allows.

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They turn a corner and push through a pair of double doors into a cavernous room. Wade looks around, full of hope for a new life. Immediately, every single thing he sees/hears begins to erode his confidence. The RECRUITER stands just inside the doors, smiling.

Walking into Wade’s P.O.V. is the creepy RECRUITER. He beams down on Wade.

The ‘Workshop,’ as this old warehouse is affectionately called, has been converted into a working LABORATORY.

Wade is wheeled through a vast room containing rows of individual ‘tents,’ each containing a SUBJECT. Wade’s eyes DART to helpless SILHOUETTES.

We hear WHISPERS, WHIMPERS, MOANS.

A FELLOW PATIENT, a pathetic, terrified little man named CUNNINGHAM, is wheeled past Wade, restrained on another STRETCHER. Cunninghambriefly 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 OPERATING TABLE and roughly STRAPS him down.

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Wade DOUBLE-TAKES at the sight of the figure above him: ANGEL DUST - thirties, female, tall, sexy, athletic - an Amazonian warrior in another age.

Angel Dust wheels over a high-tech I.V. DRIP, complete with glass 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.

An UNLIT MATCHSTICK protrudes from Angel Dust’s teeth - her idea of a TOOTHPICK.

Angel Dust places a FINGER on Wade’s FOREHEAD and SHOVES his head back against the table - BANG - pinning it there.

Enter AJAX, whom we know as the PRISONERfrom the RAFT with whom we’ve seen Deadpool tangle in the PRESENT. This is the first Ajax and Wade have met.

Ajax nods to Angel Dust. BOOM! She GAGS Wade with SURGICAL TUBING, then wraps it around the TABLE, immobilizing his head.

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Wade’s eyes are wider than ever. WTF?

Ajax unsheathes an I.V. NEEDLE. Angel Dust up-tilts the table 45 degrees, then readies a holographic monitor.

Ajax touches Wade with the I.V. NEEDLE, pressing here and there, not QUITE hard enough to break skin. At last, he locates the subclavian vein. Wade flinches.

The liquid glows FLUORESCENT through Wade’s white skin as it pumps into the pulmonary highway.

Wade stares at them in shock.

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Ajax starts to TURN AWAY, but stops.

Wade reacts by SAYING something - made UNINTELLIGIBLE by the surgical tubing. Ajax nods to Angel Dust, who slices the SURGICAL TUBING, SNAPPING it away and FREEING Wade to TALK.

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 his teeth in one of the surgical mirrors.

We hear LAUGHS from nearby tents. Wade is now playing for an audience.

We re-take WADE’S P.O.V. as Angel Dust, chewing her matchstick, re-enters frame above him, smiles, then punches him in the face. Black.

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A MONTAGE of Wade’s treatments in the Workshop, set to the notes of JOHN DENVER’s inspirational classic, ‘I WANT TO LIVE.’ Juxtaposed with HARROWING VIGNETTES of Angel Dust and AJAX experimenting on WADE...

...as he GASPS, CLAWS, SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER.

Wade is DUNKED into thick, molasses-like LIQUID. PULLED and YANKED, POKED and PRODDED by contraptions that would have shamed the Spanish Inquisition.

SAWED. COMPRESSED. SLICED. DICED. SLAP-CHOPPED. BLED.

LONG SYRINGES PLUNGE DEEP INTO SOFT TISSUE.

SCALPELS MAKE LONG INCISIONS.

ENDOSCOPIC CAMERAS TRAVEL THROUGH THE BODY, REVEALING THE DIRTY WORK OF INVASIVE SURGICAL EQUIPMENT.

STAPLE-GUNS DRIVE STAPLES INTO SLICED SKIN TO PULL IT BACK TOGETHER.

MINIATURE CIRCULAR SAWS SLICE THROUGH BONE.

IV’s PULL FLUIDS FROM THE BODY AND INSERT OTHER FLUIDS IN.

We also see SHORT, ULTRA-FAST MINI-MONTAGES of medical instruments, implying the PASSAGE of TIME.

Over images of:

INJECTION:

TORTURE:

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At last, Wade is laid back down on his table, only now in QUIET DARKNESS, MEEK, WITHOUT ANY RESISTANCE whatever.

In the tent NEXT to Wade, CUNNINGHAMholds up his FIST to the fabric. Wade can see it through the cloth in SILHOUETTE.

Wade gives Cunningham a KNUCKLE BUMP through the fabric.

Wade swallows hard, grows serious:

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AJAX and ANGEL DUST enter CUNNINGHAM’s tent and begin prepping him for a fresh round of torture.

Suddenly, a VOICE calls out from the adjacent tent:

Ajax is very subtly SURPRISED. WHAT did Wade just say? WADE is still strapped down inside. Talking nice and LOUD:

Ajax has ENTERED Wade’s tent. Ajax’s expression tells us all we need to know about the validity of Wade’s claim.

With as much freedom of motion as he has in one hand, Wade WAVES a STUB of PAPER at Francis.

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CLOSE-UP on the tag, which reads ‘FREEMAN, FRANCIS.’

Ajax stares hard at Wade with menacing eyes.

V35 EXT/INT. MONTAGE - VARIOUS V35

Two ORDERLIES and ANGEL DUST finish strapping Wade down and attaching ELECTRODES to his head and chest. Wade is BOUND to a HOSPITAL BED that’s ENCASED in a large CAPSULE of PLEXIGLAS.

The top half of the capsule is hinged to one side, OPEN, allowing Angel Dust access to Wade.

Ajax sits eating a meal from some Tupperware in a nearby chair.

Various WIRES and TUBES run out of the capsule, connected to OXYGEN TANKS, DIALS, and a MONITOR tracking BRAIN and HEART.

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Angel Dust chews her match and TAPS the capsule with a FINGER.

Ajax goes to close the lid.

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Ajax swings the capsule CLOSED and LOCKS it. The sound leaks away until all that’s left is a HISSING SOUND as AJAX hits BUTTONS to lower O2 LEVELS.

Wade’s voice drops out as his breathing suddenly grows SHORT and SHALLOW. The oxygen dials fall. His HEART-RATE SOARS.

Wade fights off panic. His breaths become desperate GASPS. There’s not enough air to talk, or even SCREAM.

Night. Eerily DARK, SILENT.

An extreme CLOSE-UP of Wade’s hand, nails clenched into the surface of whatever he’s lying on. Is his skin... actually BUBBLING?

Two MEN enter the tent and stand over the PUNCH-BOWL.

CLICK. One of the men turns on a surgical light overhead, revealing himself to be a KINDLY-looking DOCTOR, avuncular, thick glasses. Next to him is an ORDERLY. The doctor peers through the Punch-Bowl’s lid. He is SURPRISED by what he sees. He nods to the orderly: ‘Go on, hurry.’

The orderly quickly unlocks and unlatches the lid, then swings it OPEN. Air RUSHES INTO the PUNCH-BOWL. The orderly steps away, leaving the doctor alone in the room.

WADE, hidden in darkness, gasps as though surfacing after being held underwater.

The doctor casts a SHADOW over WADE’s face inside. The doctor is FASCINATED, ENLIVENED.

Wade takes deep LUNGS-FUL of AIR.

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Wade grows choked up. The doctor is taken with empathy and affection. He tenderly brushes the hair off Wade’s forehead, of which the camera catches the tiniest glimpse. Wade’s skin is not RIGHT somehow.

The doctor slowly exits. Wade lies there. Actually relaxes.

Who appears over the PUNCH-BOWL but...

...AJAX.

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Ajax SLAMS the lid shut, LATCHES and LOCKS it. The hissing resumes. Wade’s eyes grow wide. He starts to slip-slide toward absolute ANGUISH.

Ajax appears to be looking in at Wade. But we RACK FOCUS to reveal he’s looking at his REFLECTION in the Plexiglas lid, checking for stuff between his teeth.

The camera SWINGS around to Wade’s POINT-OF-VIEW of Ajax through the glass lid, which has been newly ILLUMINATED by the surgical light above...

...and then RACKS FOCUS to WADE’s REFLECTED FACE. Covered with HORRIFIC SCARS. Wade is no longer a handsome young man. He is a monster. Which is perfectly visible to him one foot away.

Wade throws back his head in a SILENT SCREAM.

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Back in the PRESENT, we find ourselves in a huge SCRAP-YARD, where various ships, planes, etc. are sold for scrap iron.

Among various vehicles is an OLD, BATTERED COMBAT CARRIER, long given up for dead.

A heavy truck navigates through the heaps of scrap-metal and grinds to a stop in front of the carrier.

Two heavyset MEN climb down and head toward the back of the truck, heave the heavy door open.

AJAX and ANGEL DUST stand just inside, boxes and gear piled up behind them. They hop down as four more rough-looking men pile out behind them.

Angel Dust drags out a WOODEN CRATE. The planks crunch as she digs her fingers into the wood and heaves it up on one burly shoulder as if it weighed no more than a sack of flour. Heavy AMMO peeks through.

Ajax and Angel Dust walk across the muddy yard toward a service elevator bolted to the rusting hulk of the carrier.

VA37 INT. GARBAGE TRUCK - DAY VA37

DEADPOOL lays horizontal. He is speaking to the AUDIENCE:

He CLIMBS up and out of the GARBAGE TRUCK.

A mid-city DUPLEX. Borderline ghetto. Semi-furnished, ‘first apartment’ quality: futons and torchiere lamps.

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Stained carpet, currently being swept by a roaming ROOMBA. IKEA... everywhere.

The same old AFRICAN-AMERICAN WOMAN we glimpsed early in the movie - late 70’s - purple floral dress - sits on a ratty couch, where the typical old woman might KNIT.

Instead, this old woman uses a BOX-CUTTER to lay waste to a BIG CARDBOARD BOX from IKEA - the ‘IVAR SHELVING UNIT.’

She lays out its components and tools on a wobbly IKEA NORNAS COFFEE TABLE...

...made more difficult by the fact that she is completely BLIND. This is Deadpool’s roommate, BLIND AL.

Suddenly, Blind Al’s KEEN EAR picks up a faint, distant KNOCKING. She cocks her head to LISTEN.

ANGLE ON THE FRONT YARD:

Dirt. No grass. ‘93 Chevy Avon up on BLOCKS. An exhausted DEADPOOL is slumped against his own front door, red suit, no mask, no right HAND. He is KNOCKING weakly on the door with the SIDE of his HEAD.

ANGLE ON THE LIVING ROOM:

BLIND AL stands up in comfy creme nursing shoes. Grabs her red-tipped CANE. And shuffles toward the front door...

...when she is TRIPPED by the ROOMBA. She FACE-PLANTS.

Al SWINGS her cane angrily, again and again, trying to hit the robotic vacuum, which moves happily just out of reach.

She reaches her knees and stretches for the door when...

...DEADPOOL SPRINGS it open from outside, SLAMMING it into her HEAD. Blind Al goes down again.

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Blind Al struggles to a sitting position. Deadpool walks past her in his socks, drops his muddy BOOTS to the floor and slips into a pair of POWDER-BLUE CROCS parked just inside the door.

Deadpool walks bitterly past one wall of the DUPLEX, which is COVERED - WALL-to-WALL, FLOOR-to-CEILING, with CHRISTMAS ADVENT CALENDARS.

Tons of ornaments/candies/etc. adorn the calendars. There’s not ONE CALENDAR left uncovered.

DEADPOOL SPLAYS OUT on a white futon, MOANING, nursing his horrifying wound.

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Blind Al sits back on the ratty couch and begins applying the finishing touches to the shelving unit.

Blind Al turns the final screw, beyond unenthusiastic.

The dresser look like the Leaning Tower of Piza in shitty particle board. Deadpool TOSSES a DIRTY MAGAZINEon top. The Kullen COLLAPSES.

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Deadpool holds up his previously severed arm, which now has a little tweenage ARM emerging off it. Yes. Deadpool can GROW BACK LIMBS.

Deadpool stands. Walks behind the couch, and as he passes the back of Blind Al’s head... FARTS.

RS40 INT. WORKSHOP TENT - LATER RS40

WADE, newly scarred, hidden in darkness, continues to GASP as though being held underwater. Then the lid on the punch-bowl SLIDES BACK, revealing AJAX. Wade takes deep LUNGS-FUL of AIR. Ajax leans in for a closer look.

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RS40 CONTINUED: RS40

Wade looks stunned as he struggles to process all this information. Ajax smiles down.

Wade says nothing, hating him but wanting to believe.

For a long moment, Wade stares intensely at Ajax and sees... nothing, a black hole of empathy. And he knows this is a man who will never stop hurting him.

***NOTE: We will not be reshooting the rest of the scene below with the exception of the final shot.****

So he turns his gaze to the ceiling and WITHDRAWS into himself... the one place the cruelty can no longer reach him.

Angel Dust enters, chewing on her usual matchstick.

Angel leans over the Punch-bowl, starts to undo Wade’s restraints.

When Angel Dust leans close to Wade’s head he suddenly comes alive and uses the strength he has left to HEAD-BUTT her in the FOREHEAD.

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Angel advances toward Wade. Ajax stops her.

As Angel Dust EXITS the tent, she reaches to her mouth for her matchstick... only it’s not there. She frowns, fishes another match from her pocket, and tucks it between her lips.

Ajax finishes strapping Wade back down and goes to close the lid.

Wade remains listless, mouth SHUT. BLINKS.

Ajax CLOSES and LOCKS the lid. HISS. The oxygen DIALS FALL.

And then we’re inside the punch bowl with Wade as the oxygen levels drop and the suffering rises. Through a fog of misery Wade sees Ajax staring down, watching him, drinking in his pain.

Back in the Punch-Bowl, Wade OPENS his MOUTH... within which he was HIDING a SINGLE MATCHSTICK, clenched carefully - dryly - between his teeth.

He inhales... then SPITS OUT the match into his waiting PALM. Finally, he STRIKES it against the side of the Punch Bowl.

Wade aims the now FLAMING match toward the tiny HOLE through which OXYGEN flows. The match is quickly burning down. Will it reach the hole before it snuffs out?

At the last possible moment...

...the flame COMBUSTS the stream of oxygen, IGNITING it...

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...back through the TRANSPARENT PLASTIC TUBE that trails outside the Punch-Bowl.

The flame SNAKES through the tube, this way and that, until it reaches the OXYGEN TANK standing next to the Punch-Bowl. A beat. Then the TANK EXPLODES.

The BLOWS APART. The hospital bed SNAPS in TWO.

Out in the ward, the FIREBALL curls outward, spreading from TENT to TENT. BOOM! BOOM! Other flammable tanks DETONATE.

The tents GO UP like ROMAN CANDLES. It’s now MASS CHAOS.

ALARMS BLARE. Flames LEAP. Smoke BILLOWS. Patients FLEE.

A CURTAIN of FIRE suddenly DISPERSES, replaced by billowy WHITE SMOKE from an OVER-SIZED CHROME FIRE EXTINGUISHER...

...held by AJAX, who STRIDES grimly toward Wade’s tent.He throws back the burning fabric...

...and nearly EATS an OXYGEN TANK. He BLOCKS it at the last moment with his FIRE EXTINGUISHER. CLANG.

On the other end of the oxygen tank, WIND-MILLING it with unbridled FEROCITY, is WADE.

WADE and AJAX SWING the oxygen tank and fire extinguisher like modern day CLUBS, trying to take off each other’s heads.

CLANG! BANG! BAM! The tanks COLLIDE in mid-air.

Ajax’s fingers CRUNCH between metal. He doesn’t even feel it.

Wade grabs the HOSE of Ajax’s fire extinguisher, angles it up, and gets his finger on the TRIGGER.

The extinguisher BLASTS. Ajax is momentarily BLINDED.

Wade brings the oxygen tank down like a LUMBERJACK’S AXE. Ajax BLOCKS it, but is driven to his KNEES.

Wade’s eyes are lit with fire. DOWN the tank COMES, again and AGAIN. Ajax takes his own fire extinguisher to the CHIN. Then catches a BLOW from the oxygen TANK to his TEMPLE.

The extinguisher goes FLYING. Wade swings the OXYGEN TANK AGAIN, but against all odds, AJAX CATCHES it and SLAMS it back into Wade’s NOSE. CRUNCH.

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Ajax rises to his feet, and the two grip OPPOSITE SIDES of the OXYGEN TANK, GRAPPLING with every ounce of strength.

Wade sweeps Ajax’s feet and he topples over backwards, Wade on top of him. Wade lifts the heavy tank and slams it into his face. Once. Twice. Three times. CRACK.

As he’s about to finish the job Ajax smiles, blood bubbling from his smashed lips.

Wade looks torn as his rage gives way to something like hope. He tosses the tank away.

A scream of terror behind Wade makes Wade turn.

Wade looks through the smoke and flame and spies a helpless Cunningham lying in the flaming wreckage.

Wade drops Ajax and SPRINTS to Cunningham, starts dragging at the WRECKAGE trapping him, when... SLICE! A long piece of sheared REBAR THRUSTS CLEAN THROUGH his CHEST from BEHIND. The force sends the spear DEEP into the wooden floor beams, pinning Wade like an insect in an entomologist’s display.

In a grand display of strength, AJAX BENDS the end of the rebar to keep Wade pinned... then walks around and squats down into Wade’s eye line, wearing a triumphant sneer.

Blood dribbles from Wade’s mouth as he tries in vain to push himself off the bloody spike of metal. Ajax rises, scans the burning workshop with a scowl - clearly a lost cause - and turns to leave.

Cunningham screams again as the flames near him. Grunting with the pain and effort Wade tries to push himself off the spike.

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His hands slip on the blood-slick metal, and he cannot free himself. His VOLTRON RING lies on the floor next to him.

Wade and Cunningham share a last look. Cunningham clamps his jaws shut, fighting the agony.

CREAK... CRACKLE... the ROOF COLLAPSES, BURYING BOTH OF THEM. And we... CUT TO BLACK.

FADE UP ON:

Morning’s first sunlight. WADE’s VOLTRON RING lies COMPLETELY MELTED in the DEBRIS. The camera follows it to Wade’s hand... then up his arm to his FACE.

WADE’s eyelids flutter, and he COMES TO. He is naked, his hospital gown burned away. We see BLACKENED SLUDGE, SOOT, charred remains. The melted and scorched metal rod next to him.

Wade slowly realizes where he is and what happened. He reaches down to his stomach wound... WHICH HAS MIRACULOUSLY HEALED. Wade sits up, stunned.

V43 EXT. CITY STREET - MORNING - PAST V43

VANESSA, tired, broken, mind seemingly elsewhere, walks towards her apartment. She passes a loving young COUPLE, arm- in-arm.

Vanessa clocks this sadly, continues on.

Behind her, PEOPLE walk to and fro. Among them, we REVEAL:

WADE, dressed in ill-fitting pants and a hoodie. He is a TRAIN-WRECK, scarred face on display to the world for the first time.

He looks purposeful, but tentative, walking behind Vanessa, GAINING on her.

ANGLE ON: WADE’s P.O.V.

A BOY goes by on his bike, trying hard not to gape. A TODDLER in a STROLLER looks up and BURSTS INTO TEARS.The toddler’s MOTHER hustles past.

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VANESSA stops and rifles through her purse for keys.

STILL on Wade’s P.O.V. Wade stops, too, suddenly paralyzed, as the moment to face Vanessa arrives.

As he hesitates, torn with anguish, the WHISPERS seem to grow, rising in volume until they become deafening:

Wade spins, trying to see where the voices are coming from. Nowhere... everywhere. The WHISPERS crescendo, now more in Wade’s mind than in reality.

He turns back to Vanessa, his face a mask of fear and pain... just as she disappears into her apartment building. The closing glass door reveals his own HIDEOUS REFLECTION STARING BACK AT HIM.

He gives up on his mission, backing away from his reflection, Vanessa, his old life. He stumbles off the curb and into the street, when... BAM!

He is CRUSHED OUT OF FRAME by a SPEEDING BUS.

FADE UP ON:

A43 INT. MORGUE - NIGHT A43

THREE BODY BAGS lie on SLABS in a MORGUE.

Without warning, the MIDDLE bag SITS UP STRAIGHT at the WAIST...

...then tries to CATERPILLAR its way to the edge of its slab...

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...but instead pitches off the slab - CRUNCH - FACE-FIRST onto the floor.

B44 INT. DEADPOOL’S LAIR - NIGHT B44

An FBI-STYLE ‘ORGANIZATIONAL CHART’ has been pinned on Wade’s CORKBOARD in the lair. A ‘pyramid’ of baddies are linked by strings. Each baddie is depicted not by a photograph, but a child-like CRAYON DRAWING.

Second from the top is the RECRUITER.

At the APEX of the pyramid is AJAX HIMSELF.

DEADPOOL, in his LAIR, sews together an early ‘proto- costume.’

We see quick cuts of pieces of it going on:

White Adidas track suit. White gloves. White boots. And some sort of white mask...

A single gun, underarm holster, boot knife but no swords.

VC44 INT. POOL HALL - NIGHT VC44

DEADPOOL questions a bleeding thug, more bodies scattered across a floor littered with broken furniture behind him.

Another thug rushes in and smashes a pool cue over Deadpool’s skull. Deadpool snatches the broken shaft of wood and PUNCHES it into the thugs belly.

A third thug staggers to his feet, pulls a pistol, fires multiple shots point blank. Deadpool staggers back, blood blossoming across his white suit.

“CLICK”

The thug stares in disbelief that Deadpool’s still standing.

Deadpool looks down at the shaft of wood in his hand. Thinks.

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Deadpool spins the bloody cue with inhuman dexterity and starts towards the terrified thug, accidentally knocking over a PITCHER of BLOODY MARY onto his already bloody stained suit.

D44 INT. LAUNDROMAT - DAY D44

DEADPOOL, TIDE STAIN-STICK in hand, tries unsuccessfully to get the blood out of his white suit.

We get our first glimpse of BLIND AL, who’s sitting next to Deadpool at the laundromat, completely unfazed by the bloodbath:

Deadpool’s eyes light up. He crumples this suit into a ball and tosses it into a trash bin.

E44/H44INT. DEADPOOL’S LAIR - NIGHT E44/H44

Deadpool stabs a KNIFE into the picture of the GOON he just killed (at the bottom of the pyramid)... right in the FOREHEAD.

F44 INT. LAIR - NIGHT F44

DEADPOOL’s at the sewing machine again.

Quick cuts of a RED ‘proto’ outfit going on: Cheap red sweats. Red gloves. Red converse. As yet unseen RED MASK, which turns out to be...

VG44 INT. UNDERGROUND FIGHT - NIGHT VG44

...a RED ‘LUCHA LIBRE’ PRO WRESTLING MASK.

Deadpool stands in the shadows of a dingy basement, low ceilings, walls stacked high with cases of liquor.

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In a BOXING RING at the center of the room two WOMEN pound each other surrounded by a scrum of a CROWD. Deadpool spies his mark in a dirty white suit pressed in tight ringside.

Deadpool pulls his mask down, wades into the crowd, throwing men aside, PLOWING toward his target.

The mark sees Deadpool at the last second, turns as a KATANA flashes out and skewers his hand, pinning it to the wall. Deadpool fires a couple shots into the ceiling, sending the rest of the crowd rushing for the exit.

J44 INT./EXT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS - INTERROGATIONS/KILLS J44

Deadpool has a goon at sword-point.

Deadpool kills the thug.

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L44 EXT./INT. MONTAGE - VARIOUS L44

New COSTUME. BOOM. A MAN dies.

STAB. His picture is knifed.

BOOM. STAB.

QUESTIONS.

BOOM! STAB!

INTERROGATION.

BOOM! STAB!

DEADPOOL questions more and more thugs, each bit of information bringing him closer....

Soon there is a FOREST of knives sticking from the board.

...and only the RECRUITER and AJAX are left.

K44/VK44 INT. RICE WORLD - NIGHT K44/VK44

A wretched room, dirty mattresses covering the floor.Dim light scatters through a tangle of IV bags hastily strung up over MEN too poor to have anywhere else to go and die.

The RECRUITER kneels, speaking quietly to a particularly hardened patient. He places a card in the man’s emaciated hand, then stands and walks toward a low doorway.

The recruiter enters a brightly lit room stacked high with bags of rice. Two heavily armed THUGS fall in beside him. The men scan the aisles as they move toward a door leading out into an alley.

They turn to see DEADPOOL, high atop a stack of rice bags.

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Without a word, the Recruiter flees, running through the big roll-up door.

Deadpool leaps to land between the two bodyguards as they draw their weapons andspray the room with gunfire.

One goes down in a bloody heap. Deadpool leaps toward the other, skewers him with both swords. The thug falls backward, dead before he hits the ground.

L44/VL44 EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT L44/VL44

The Recruiter has steppedtimidly from between overflowing garbage bins, hands raised, eager to talk his way out of this mess:

Deadpool brings the sword closer to the recruiter’s face. Turns to CAMERA:

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L44/VL44CONTINUED: L44/VL44

RS44 INT. SISTER MARGARET’S - DAY - PAST RS44

WADE stands in the shadows. WEASEL sits at a table.

Wade grabs the bottle of JACK DANIELS from the table, GUZZLES.

Wade ignores Weas, slams down the bottle:

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Weasel looks over to Wade, sees him staring. He follows Wade’s gaze up to the board on the wall.

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As Wade says the word, he and Weasel share a look. EUREKA. Wade holds up the BOTTLE.

The two CLINK GLASSES.

A highly pleased DEADPOOL holds up the-soon-to-become-famous MASK for the first time, ushering in... a MONTAGE:

WADE, at SISTER MARGARET’s, receives a YELLOW CARD with a Cypress Tree from WEASEL.

He turns a LUCHA LIBREmask INSIDE OUT to reveal the classic DEADPOOL MASK we all know and love. Puts it on. Then dresses - piece-by-piece - in the RED UNIFORM we’ve come to know and love. And at last, UNSHEATHES A KATANA. The sword TWIRLS, SLASHES, LUNGES into shadow. A HANDKERCHIEF WIPES BLOOD from the BLADE. The katana gets SHEATHED again.

The same yellow card is now RECEIVED and PUNCHED by Weasel. Wade is paid in TWENTY DOLLAR BILLS. WHIP CREAM froths onto a shot glass. A BLOW-JOB is TOSSED BACK.

Meanwhile, VANESSA plays SKEE-BALL wistfully by herself at the ARCADE:

SKEE-BALLS roll into HOLES. LIGHTS FLASH. TICKETS CHURN OUT. VANESSA catches a reflection of someone STARING at her from across the lobby. When she spins around, the culprit is GONE. Vanessa SHIVERS... but it’s a warm shiver, somehow.

A HEAP of TICKETS slides across the prize counter. A big STUFFED ANIMAL slides into Vanessa’s arms. Vanessa tosses it into an empty CLOSET inside her and Wade’s former APARTMENT. Then stares out the SPIDER-WEB CRACK in the window.

Back at DEADPOOL’s LAIR, Deadpool places various suspicious accoutrements on the NORNAS COFFEE TABLE: an 8x11 framed photo of VANESSA. A BOTTLE of JERGENS. A BOX of KLEENEX. His BELT. His powder-blue CROCS. Deadpool kicks back on the FUTON. Smiles under his mask.

CUT TO: BLIND AL, building yet another shelving unit, looking up with a grossed-out frown: ‘Am I hearing what I think I’m hearing?’

Next, DEADPOOL finishes plastering hundreds of ADVENT CALENDARS he’s purchased onto one WALL of his LAIR.

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When the wall is covered, he carefully pins the FIRST ornament onto the FIRST tree on the FIRST calendar.

And at last, his MASK comes OFF and his HEAD hits the PILLOW.

Instantly, the montage CRANKS UP its SPEED, with quicker and quicker EDITS.

The visual totems that have just been introduced begin to FLY by... shorthand for the passage of time:

Yellow cards are given, received, punched.

Blades are unsheathed, sheathed, cleaned.

Whip cream sprayed. Drinks consumed.

Skee-balls rolled into holes. Tickets won. Prizes earned. Tossed onto a EVER-GROWING PILE in the closet. VANESSA staring out her window.

Jergens pumped. Kleenexes pulled. Crocs discarded. BLIND AL’s ears plugged.

Ornaments are pinned to calendars. Lords a-leap. Swans a- swim. Maids a-milk.

Mask comes off. Head hits pillow. Mask pulls on.

The images fly by FASTER... FASTER... FASTER.

Whip cream. Skee-balls. Crocs. Ornaments. Weasel. Deadpool. Vanessa. Al.

‘I NEED A HERO’ plays faster and faster, too - higher and higher, like a record on too many RPMs.

The effect is rhythmic... hypnotic...

...until finally, the montage REACHES a CRESCENDO.

And then BOOM! Ratchets back to REGULAR SPEED:

‘CHRISTMAS MORNING’ has arrived. All the calendars but one are now fully studded with decorations. DEADPOOL plucks out one last STAR to pin atop the final TREE.

Only it’s not a star at all, it’s AJAX’s MUG SHOT clipped out from the old NEWSPAPER.

With great satisfaction, Deadpool pins the faded photo to the last treetop. The music dies, and Deadpool turns to camera.

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DEADPOOL has ONE LEG in his COSTUME and the other LEG still stabbing for the other pants-hole.

He HOPS ACROSS the hall past BLIND AL, not really paying attention to her. We’re revisiting the moment from earlier JUST AFTER she TRIPS on Deadpool’s DUFFEL of AMMUNITION, PICKS it up, and DRAGS it OFF.

DEADPOOL runs out to the street corner and WAVES.

A TAXI - if you’ve been paying attention, you will recognize it - pulls up to the curb. Deadpool opens the rear door. A WOMAN steps out, pausing to pay Dopinder.

Deadpool frowns. The woman is pulling her money from a BERNADETTE PETERS CHANGE PURSE. Deadpool’s eyes raise from the purse to the woman holding it: BERNADETTE PETERS HERSELF! Deadpool doubletakes, then shakes his head (‘Nah, couldn’t be...’) and climbs into the cab. Who is behind the wheel but...

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The action goes into Benny-Hill-like HYPER-SPEED as we relive the opening scenes of the movie: DEADPOOL’s CAB RIDE. AJAX crumpling up his orange jumpsuit and switching places with a motorcycle RIDER at the RAFT. The FREEWAY FIGHT with AJAX’s GOONS. The CONFRONTATION with COLOSSUS. Until at last...

VRS48 EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY VRS48

Transport TRUCKS idle in the loading dock.

A docile SUPER-SLAVE, fitted with a control collar and cuffs, steps into a CRATE IDENTICAL to the ONES AJAX DELIVERED TO THE WARLORD in ACT ONE. He lies down.

ANGEL DUST is overseeing. She plunges a pistol-grip syringe into his neck and fires:

The man’s eyelids flutter shut. Next to him, four identical crates hold four unconscious men and women. The workshop henchmen hammer on the tops and laboriously load them up into the truck.

ANGEL picks up one over her shoulder with ease. She turns at the sound of a sputtering motorcycle getting closer.

Ajax rolls in on one of the battered black bikes from the freeway. Smoke curls from its broken tailpipe.

He steps off the bike while it’s still moving, just letting it roll forward and tip to the ground with a clank.

Angel doesn’t seem surprised by his dirty and bloodied appearance. A raised eyebrow and a disapproving look is all she has for her boss.

RSA48 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY RSA48

A WAREHOUSE full of SURGICAL EQUIPMENT. OVERHEAD LAMPS. FABRIC TENTS. CHROME TABLES, one of which Ajax sits on.

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RSA48 CONTINUED: RSA48

ANGEL DUST stands in front of him, putting stitches into his GORY MESS of a SHOULDER WOUND.

He doesn’t so much as FLINCH.

Ajax pops off the table. Swings his arm around, testing his shoulder.

Ajax’s hand is a blur as he plucks the MATCHSTICK from Angel’s mouth.

...the PAST reaches the PRESENT. REGULAR SPEED AGAIN. DEADPOOL is sitting on his futon, Crocs on, staring at camera.

BLIND AL shuffles over from the kitchen with a cup of tea and a bottle of Tylenol. She eases down onto the futon next to Deadpool.

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Deadpool lays his head on Blind Al’s shoulder and gently rubs her face with his KID HAND.

The ROOMBA sucks up THREE SCREWS next to an IVAR shelving unit.

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Deadpool throws his feet, CROCS and all, up on the coffee table.

RS50 INT. SISTER MARGARET’S - NIGHT RS50

WEASEL is on the house phone. The bar is BUSTLING.

VB51 EXT. NO. 5 ORANGE - NIGHT VB51

DEADPOOL and WEASEL walk hastily, purposefully into the eye of the storm. Deadpool is a HOT MESS.

Lights flash. Music pumps. From across the room we see WADE and WEASEL enter. Weasel jokes with the DOORMAN while Wade scans the crowd, searching for Vanessa.

EMCEE STAN LEE, sweatsuit, gold chains, Beats headphones, lords from a glass cubicle:

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DEADPOOL navigates through a TIGHTLY-PACKED CROWD toward the MAIN STAGE, accompanied by WEASEL.

Deadpool STOPS in his tracks, STARING.

REVERSE ANGLE to reveal what Deadpool is looking at:the gorgeous backside of a COCKTAIL WAITRESS in a skimpy dress. Back to Deadpool:

Hypnotized, Deadpool puts one foot in front of the other, approaching the waitress.

Suddenly, the WAITRESS TURNS to reveal her face: VANESSA.

Deadpool immediately CHICKENS OUT, puts his head down, turns away from her into the press of MEN around one of the stages.

Vanessa catches the vaguest glimpse, but before she can get a better look, Deadpool is swallowed up by the crowd.

She gets that warm shiver again... the one that says she’s feeling an old presence.

She stares after Deadpool. It couldn’t possibly be.

Deadpool pushes past the men, almost in a panic, beating a HASTY RETREAT toward WEASEL at the back of the room.

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Deadpool walks past Weasel, fleeing into the men’s room...

...and SPLASH! Washes his face at the SINK.

A hand comes into frame offering a paper towel. It belongs to a WASHROOM ATTENDANT in a tuxedo vest. Deadpool uses the towel to wipe his face and finishes with the attendant’s sleeve.

VANESSA sets down a tray of empty glasses. Her scum-bagof a MANAGER gives her a heads-up:

VANESSA exits the club into an ALLEY, one of Wade’s old jackets thrown over her shoulders. One sickly street lamp casts some light. The rest is obscured in SHADOW. Vanessa spies the shape of a MAN hiding in the shadows.

Vanessa is seized by memories. She peers into the dark, heart pounding.

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Then steps forward slowly, nervously. Overcome with emotion.

No one answers. Vanessa gets a bad feeling and starts to back up.

The man steps confidently into the light. Not WADE...

...but AJAX. Vanessa spins around and runs straight into Angel Dust, who step out of the shadows.

Vanessa make a grab for her purse, contents spilling out onto the grimy street, but her hand comes up with a TASER.She jams it into the flesh of Angel Dusts shoulder.

Angel Dust just smiles as electricity arcs and sizzles.Then she grabs Vanessa’s hand and twists it away.

Vanessa THRASHES like a polecat. But Angel Dust is brutally strong. She clamps her hand around Vanessa’s jaw and SQUEEZES, dangling her in the air by her FACE.

Vanessa’s eyes widen in shock and surprise.

Vanessa screams mutely into Angel Dust’s palm.

WADE pushes through the crowd to find WEASEL sitting in GYNO ROW at the edge of the stage. He’s in the middle of slipping a bill into a dancer’s garter.

DEADPOOL moves quickly down a HALL, turns a corner, and REACHES for the knob of the door to the alley. His eyes WIDEN as he remembers something IMPORTANT.

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Deadpool reaches back and pulls up his hood to hide his scarred FACE.

Deadpool girds himself, then OPENS the door to spy...

...the empty alley. Deadpool spies a woman’s CLUTCH lying alone in a pool of light, contents strewn about. He reaches down and picks up...

...his old BERNADETTE PETERS CHANGE PURSE.

AJAX and Angel Dust stand at either side of a bound and gagged VANESSA. They are inside the metal cage of an INDUSTRIAL ELEVATOR, going UP.

A bare bulb casts harsh light as they rise past a dark mass of twisted metal. Ajax looks almost bored, hums to himself tunelessly.

V59 EXT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY V59

AJAX explains his plan to VANESSA:

VA60 EXT. X-MANSION - DAY VA60

A sign reads ‘PROFESSOR XAVIER’S SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS.’

The sign is on the perfectly manicured front lawn of the gorgeous Gothic X-MANSION.

Who is standing outside the front door of the mansion but DEADPOOL, in full regalia. Deadpool raises his knuckles to KNOCK, but is suddenly STARTLED...

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VA60 CONTINUED: VA60

...by the door SWINGING OPEN to reveal an annoyed NEGASONIC TEENAGE WARHEAD. She’s wearing BEATS HEADPHONES.

NTW turns, disappears into the house.

From off camera, we hear loudly, excitedly, from the second floor:

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WEASEL and DEADPOOL are going through IKEA drawers, pulling out every GUN and GRENADE on God’s green earth and stuffing them into a couple of Deadpool’s ‘I *HEART* HELLO KITTY’ DUFFEL BAGS.

This is Deadpool’s ARSENAL, big enough for a small army.In go the twin DESERT EAGLES. Then Weasel dumps an entire ARMFUL of AMMO BOXES into the duffel.

A BEAT. Deadpool LOOKS AT CAMERA menacingly:

BLIND AL enters, holding a STEYR AUG RIFLE.

Both Deadpool and Weasel duck, afraid she might shoot them.

BEEP-BEEP. DEADPOOL looks at his phone. The screen says, “Vanessa’s Phone”

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Blind Al grabs a Nerf N-Strike Elite Strong-arm Blaster from a drawer (it feels like a gun!) and goes to put it in the duffel. Deadpool almost stops her, then shrugs - maybe it will come in useful...

Blind Al sighs - busted - she puts her leg up on a chair and pulls a tiny Saturday Night Special from an ankle holster... and is about to hand it over when instead, she turns, and...

...BOOM... shoots the ROOMBA, laying waste to it.

Deadpool takes the tiny gun and shoves it in the small of his back. Then follows Weasel out the door. Then quickly turns back.

Deadpool slams the door behind him.

A TAXI drives across the city, its BACK BUMPER scraping the ground, throwing off SPARKS.

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In the PASSENGER seat: DEADPOOL, his DUFFEL at his feet. Behind the wheel: DOPINDER.

Deadpool quickly LIFTS his MASK, revealing his SCARS to Dopinder.

STARTLED, Dopinder FLINCHES and SIDESWIPES a PARKED CAR.

Cut to the BACK SEAT to find COLOSSUS CRAMMED in, KNEES to CHEST. He’s drinking a CAPPUCCINO in a Dunkin’ Donuts cup.

To Colossus’s left is NEGASONIC TEENAGE WARHEAD. She’s holding two fingers to her temple again, a la Professor X. Then nods toward Dopinder.

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Deadpool literally BOUNCES in frustration.

The cab drives over a SMALL DIP and BOTTOMS OUT. CLANG. BANG. A muffled yelp comes from the TRUNK:

VOICE (O.S.) Ow! Help. Me.

BEAT. Dopinder reaches to turn up the RADIO.

Deadpool looks back at Colossus and shrugs.

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Dopinder pulls over and hits the meter. Then sighs.

Deadpool and Dopinder SLAP BOTH HANDS.

We hear the first bold notes of DMX’s ‘X GON GIVE IT TO YA.’

DEADPOOL, COLOSSUS, and NEGASONIC TEENAGE WARHEAD walk in SLO- MO across the scrapyard toward the COMBAT CARRIER.

This is as cool as Deadpool has ever looked. Muscles sprouting muscles. Katanas gleaming. Then, at the height of his coolness, Deadpool STOPS, sensing something amiss.

DMX cuts out. REGULAR SPEED RESUMES as Deadpool looks down to spy his FLY DOWN. He ZIPS it UP, embarrassed.

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DOPINDER drives, head bobbing to a Bhangra Beat, HELLO KITTY DUFFEL still sitting in the passenger WHEEL WELL.

On cue, Dopinder’s CELL PHONE RINGS. Dopinder reaches for it, then fumbles it away. The phone falls to the floorboard.

Dopinder looks ahead, sees the approaching traffic light is green, ducks down to make a grab, but when he returns his eyes to the road, the light is now red.

Dopinder slams on his brakes. SCREECH! He manages to avoid the car in front. BAM! The taxi is REAR-ENDED, its TRUNK SMASHED like an accordion. We hear a HOLLER from inside.

DMX KICKS IN AGAIN. Deadpool strides forward in SLO-MO.

As they near the carrier a dozen armed and armored MERCS suddenly rise from behind the piles of scrap metal before them. Assault weapons raised, ready to fire.

The trio stops, Colossus stepping in front of NTW, sheltering her behind his armored body.

Our heroes crane their necks to spy ANGEL DUST standing on the edge of the deck above.

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Angel Dust LEAPS outward, falls like a stone, HITS the ground with a THUNDEROUS impact. The dust clears. She strides over the broken ground, smiling, READY for a scrap.

COLOSSUS steps forward into Angel Dust’s path holding a pair of Adamantium HANDCUFFS just like he used on Deadpool.

BOOM! Without stopping Angel Dust throws a RIGHT HOOK from her HEELS. The punch CONNECTS with COLOSSUS’s JAW. He goes flying, SCRAPING SPARKS ACROSS CONCRETE.

NEGASONIC TEENAGE WARHEAD steps forward on Deadpool’s right.

NTW chews her gum. Once. Twice. Then runs TOWARD Angel Dust, LOWERS her SHOULDER, and EXPLODES UP toward her with a WICKEDLY THUNDEROUS BANG of ENERGY and SOUND.

Yes, Negasonic Teenage Warhead is exactly that - a living, breathing WARHEAD - like her own personal CANNONBALL.

It’s Angel Dust’s turn to go flying backward, smashing into - and completely trashing - a heavy metal shipping container.

Angel Dust regains her feet, smiles dangerously at the Mercs.

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Deadpool is already moving as the Mercs OPEN FIRE, full-auto. Deadpool grabs the still-woozy NTW and runs to the nearby cover of metal scrap, keeping between her and the gunfire.

Colossus, now back on his feet, strides purposely forward. Bullets ping harmlessly off his metal skin. Angel Dust charges forward, snarling.

Colossus stops, annoyed.

Then Angel Dust SMASHES into him. The two collide with earth- shaking force. The sheer power of Angel Dust’s momentum slams them backwards into-and through-a huge pile of scrap.

AJAX pulls VANESSA forward to the edge of the carrier deck, forces her gaze downward toward the WAR ZONE below.

Ajax yanks Vanessa away from the edge again.

Every MERC is pouring fire towards Deadpool’s position.He hunkers down with NTW, her hands clamped tight over her ears.

Deadpool unzips a zipper, reaches into his suit at the crotch, YANKS. Grimaces. We hear fabric tear. He pulls his hand out, waves a pair of torn TIGHTIE-WHITIES up from behind cover.

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The mercs spot the white ‘flag.’ Fire slackens from full- auto to a few pot-shots. Finally, Deadpool pops up.

The Mercs ignore him, opening fire AGAIN with a vengeance. Deadpool ducks and drops his tightie-whities.

Deadpool SURGES forward, dives from cover, rolls. He comes up boot knife out, arm whipping forward-

The nearest merc's head snaps back as the knife buries itself to the hilt in his eye socket.

Deadpool sprints forward, zig-zagging, leaping, spinning as he closes the distance to the mercs. He's moving too fast for their guns to track. Bullets chew up the ground behind.

Deadpool reaches the first pile of twisted metal, slides under, comes up behind two mercs taking shelter there.The first man turns, gun barrel swinging ‘round. Deadpool ducks, sweeps his legs, grabs his gun as he goes down.

Deadpool rolls over him, firing BACKWARD into the man's face while spinning up to smash his boot into the face of the second merc. He slides past, firing a burst backward into the merc’s neck as he falls.

Seconds later he’s leaping OVER the heads of the next pair of mercs. They turn to fire up at him - too slow. He fires short, controlled bursts down into their upturned faces. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Deadpool lands, tosses the empty smoking gun. Then slowly, lovingly, unsheathes his Katanas.

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Deadpool is running forward now, weaving his way through the wreckage. Hunting.

COLOSSUS and ANGEL DUST engage in a BATTLE ROYALE. Colossus grabs Angel Dust by the SCRUFF of her NECK and HURLS her into an ABANDONED AIRCRAFT. CRUNCH.

Angel Dust is on one knee, shaken, disheveled, one BREAST hanging out of her torn flak jacket.

The prim Colossus covers his eyes.

Angel Dust smiles, tucks the wayward boob back in, then BLASTS Colossus with a FLYING KNEE that generates SHOCK WAVES so powerful, Colossus’ CHROME actually RIPPLES.

Colossus growls and CHARGES AGAIN.

DEADPOOL spins around a corner as another pair of MERCS move forward, guns raised.

Deadpool dives under their fire, guts them in blurred flash of steel. THRUST! SLICE! IMPALE! COMPLETE MAYHEM.

Another trio of mercs rush around the corner, opening fire as they see their comrades fall. DEADPOOL runs toward them, flips and dodges like a whirling dervish, bringing GUARDS down in surgical, artistic fashion, as if where he’s killing them means as much to him as how.

Two men converge on Deadpool. He JUMPS. Mid-air, he flips his TWO KATANAS, GRIPS them upside-down like ICE PICKS, and STABS down in an arc to either side, SKEWERING two men through the TOPS of their HELMETS.

A final merc comes around the corner and Deadpool spins, slices the strap of his gun, kicks the man in the chest, knocking him flat on his back and sitting on his face.

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Deadpool rises and pulls Bob to his feet. Bob tries to draw a pistol but DP slaps it out of his hand, sends it skittering away.

Deadpool KNOCKS Bob OUT with the sword’s GRIP, then NUDGES him sideways gently as he falls.

At last, SILENCE. Deadpool steps forward. Then looks up toward the carrier above, waves.

From above, AJAX peers down sees that Deadpool has killed his henchmen in such precise positions that their fallen bodies spell out:

FRANCIS.

Deadpool moves forward. LIMPING. CHARRED. TATTERED. But unbowed.

Right on cue...

...three more Mercs appear to either side of Ajax, armed with HEAVY MACHINE GUNS - much NASTIER than any we’ve yet seen.

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM! The guards OPEN FIRE, and a BARRAGE of bullets rain down on the scrapyard, chewing up the landscape around Deadpool.

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Deadpool SPRINTS back toward cover, weaving, leaping, zig- zagging to avoid being hit. He dives behind some wreckage as more gunfire pings off the metal.

DEADPOOL, pokes his head up, drawing a withering barrage of fire from the mercs above.

ANGLE ON: NEGASONIC TEENAGE WARHEAD, also taking cover, crouched under a broken PLANE WING.

Deadpool nods, then sprints toward her, springs high, flips, and lands on his back, spread eagled on the wing.

NTW nonchalantly SPITS out her GUM, crouches, and... EXPLODES UPWARD. The wing LAUNCHES up in a shallow PARABOLA, Deadpool CLINGING for dear life on TOP.

Four MERCS continue firing down as the wing soars up.

The WING SMASHES into them. All four go FLYING. Twoend up DEAD under the wing.

AJAX is thrown backward.

One MERC lands, stunned, close to the edge. A LONG BEAT.

AJAX rises to his feet.

Then DEADPOOL pulls himself UP over the edge of the carrier and ROLLS onto the deck. He looks like he’s been through a meat grinder - limping, scorched, bloody.

Deadpool staggers to his feet. The last injured MERC lamely tries to GRAB his ANKLE.

Deadpool nonchalantly STABS him through the back of the neck like a butterfly on a display, then turns to face Ajax.

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Twenty meters away, AJAX leans casually against... what else? THE PUNCH-BOWL. VANESSA is STRAPPED inside, lid open.

Ajax quickly CLOSES the LID and hits a SWITCH. Vanessa starts taking short, desperate GASPS.

Ajax squats down and picks up TWO STEEL-HAFTED FIRE-FIGHTING AXES, each with an ULTRA-SHARP BLADE on one side of its head and an EQUALLY SHARP CLAW on the other.

Deadpool raises a KATANA and HURLS it NOT at Ajax, but the PUNCH-BOWL. The blade PENETRATES the PLEXI and tears into the RESTRAINT holding Vanessa’s RIGHT WRIST, partly FRAYING it. AIR seeps through the CRACK. Vanessa catches a tiny BREATH. She TUGS on the frayed RESTRAINT.

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A big BOOMING sound from below and then the deck of the carrier shakes as if from a mild earthquake. Ajax and Deadpool look at each other. Shrug.

BAM! Below, COLOSSUS delivers a HAYMAKER from hell itself.

Angel Dust FALLS, then RISES, RIPS OFF the WING of a PLANE, and BLASTS Colossus with it... first like a BASEBALL BAT, then like a GOLF CLUB, then like a COUNTY FAIR MALLETS you use to try to ring a bell. CLANG!

A battered NTW RACES toward Angel Dust. Angel Dust swings the wing, but NTW BASEBALL SLIDES UNDER it and EXPLODES up into her chin.

Angel Dust is lifted off her feet into the side of the carrier, BUCKLING some of its supports. NTW rolls aside.

And now, we get what we’ve been long been waiting for:

THE FINAL CLOSE QUARTERS BATTLE between DEADPOOL AND AJAX. AXES vs. KATANA, TEN STORIES UP...

AJAX TAKES a MIGHTY, ROARING SWING with an AXE.

STEEL SINGS as AXE and KATANA meet again and again. THRUSTS. PARRIES. SPARKS FLY!

THUNK! Deadpool’s BLADE passes through Ajax’s THIGH and pins him to a piece of wreckage.

CRACK! Ajax tags Deadpool’s head with the FLAT of an axe.

SNAP! Ajax BREAKS the sword’s blade with an AXE, not feeling anything as he slides his leg off the sword.

GASP! VANESSA grits her teeth, pulls against the restraints. The thick nylon begins to tear as she saws it against the katana blade.

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CLANG! AJAX wields both axes in a red blur of painted steel. Deadpool snatches up a piece of rusted RAILING from the deck, barely blocks Ajax’s windmilling swings.

Finally, Ajax smashes the length of rusty metal from Deadpool’s hands with one axe, while the sharp CLAW END of the other buries itself in Deadpool’s FOREARM. Deadpool hollers.

Deadpool’s red suit has torn away, and the SKULL of his TATTOO bleeds from a HOLE in its FOREHEAD.

Deadpool GRITS his TEETH and YANKS the AXE from Ajax’s grasp. A spinning KICK sends the second axe flying after the first.

Now they’re completely unarmed.

AJAX and DEADPOOL TRADE VICIOUS PUNCHES. It’s HAGLER vs. HEARNS! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Inspired, VANESSA strains against the torn nylon. RRRRIPPP! Her right wrist TEARS FREE. She uses her freed hand to start unlatching her other restraints.

DEADPOOL throws short, blinding PUNCHES - rat-a-tat-tat - into AJAX’s jaw.

AJAX snarls, drives a SHOULDER into Deadpool, then MOUNTS him and BLUDGEONS his face with HAMMER-LIKE FISTS.

DEADPOOL is starting to LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS when he turns his head to one side and spies the PUNCH-BOWL.

We RACK FOCUS to VANESSA locking eyes with him from inside. Hers is an inspired... and INSPIRING look of LOVE.

We hear a REPRISE of JOHN DENVER’s ‘I WANT TO LIVE.’

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VANESSA pushes against the sealed door of the punchbowl with all her might. With a squeal of metal the latch breaks, the twisted metal flying off the lid as it slams open.

Vanessa grabs the KATANA, jerks it free with another mighty effort. Then slides down the containers toward AJAX.With a fierce scream, she PLUNGES the blade into his KIDNEY.The blade punches through the other side but Ajax feels no pain, YANKS out the katana, and THROWS Vanessa aside violently.

But it’s all the opportunity Deadpool needs. He SURGES with energy and throws an THUNDEROUS UPPERCUT, BLASTING Ajax off.

Below: WHOOSH, BAM! Angel Dust ducks an exhausted Colossus’s punch and KICKS him THROUGH another STEEL SUPPORT. Colossus COLLAPSES. The carrier GROANS.

Angel Dust moves in for the KILL. Only out of nowhere...

...NTW strikes her in the chops and EXPLODES, sending the larger woman SMASHING into concrete with UNPRECEDENTED FORCE.

Now it’s Angel Dust’s turn to be broken, smoking, seemingly down for the count. NTW approaches carefully to make certain it’s all over...

...but Angel Dust shoots out an arm and GRABS her... DRAGS her in CLOSE... makes to SMASH her head like a walnut.

NTW fights back valiantly, PUNCHING fast and hard with FLURRIES of ENERGY. Angel Dust is scorched and battered by the blows, but her adrenaline and rage SURGE. She grabs NTW around the neck, plants her into the ground...

...and begins to CHOKE the life out of her. NTW flails, cannot break Angel Dust’s grip...

...but marshals her last remaining energy to live up to her name...

...and EXPLODE like an ALMIGHTY WARHEAD. BOOM!

CUT WIDE to a GARGANTUAN EXPLOSION.

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The ship SHAKES VIOLENTLY, then starts to LIST at a DANGEROUS ANGLE.

DEADPOOL and AJAX are trading BLOWS again when the DECK SWAYS as if hit by a 9.0 EARTHQUAKE. Then with a thunderous, shuddering, groaning of metal the whole carrier begins to tilt.

Loose wreckage begins to slide and tumble past. A shipping container barrels towards them and Deadpool kicks Ajax backwards, right into its path. SLAM! It plows into him and carries him with it as it disappears over the side.

Deadpool scrambles and claws up the tilting floor and grabs hold of Vanessa.

Deadpool looks around frantically...

...and then spies the PUNCH-BOWL, sliding toward them.

Deadpool grabs the side as it slides past and throws VANESSA inside and SHUTS the LID for protection...

They slam into the twisted metal railings at the bottom of the deck and hang there. Deadpool swings by one hand and stares at the scrapyard below. Huge chunks of metal slide and smash past to tumble to the ground a hundred feet below.

Vanessa hangs onto Deadpool for dear life, her eyes locked on his...

...as the CARRIER topples in an AVALANCHE of STEEL!

An EPIC collapse of SHRIEKING METAL. Flying glass. Nearly seismic booms. A mushroom CLOUD of thick, black destruction.

Black. A crack of light appears, dust sifting down through the beam.

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More light, more dust and debris pattering down onto-some kind of scratched glass in front of the lens. Finally a hole of bright sky fills the frame.

COLOSSUS vigorously TOSSING aside MASSIVE SLABS of STEEL as he digs through the wreckage, uncovering the PUNCH-BOWL, damaged, but intact. The LID CREAKS OPEN - pushed by Vanessa’s TREMBLING HAND.

Vanessa climbs out dazed, dusty, coughing.

Elsewhere in the rubble pile DEADPOOL’s HEAD POPS UP from some DEBRIS, again, like theCaddyshack gopher.

Deadpool is just staggering to his feet when AJAX emerges from under another BEAM and TACKLES him.

The impact sends them both flying, rolling, over the edge of a metal container. They fall locked together, punching and grappling. They bounce/slide down the pile of rubble.

Deadpool gets the better of the grappling and lands on AJAX’s CHEST. He goes to TOWN with vicious FOREARMS and ELBOWS.

BAM! BAM! BAM. Bam. You can feel Deadpool’s adrenalized catharsis. Ajax tries to block-CRACK! Deadpool shatters his elbow. Ajax other fist swings round, tags Deadpool, but he catches it, wraps it tight-SNAP!

Ajax finally goes limp, both arms bent in horribly wrong directions.

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Deadpool pulls out BLIND AL’s SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL and AIMS it right BETWEEN AJAX’s EYES.

Deadpool places a piece of paper onto Ajax’s chest.

Ajax shakes off the cobwebs and examines the paper; it’s Deadpool’s CRAYON DRAWING of Ajax getting his brains blown out. Ajax actually LAUGHS.

Deadpool turns to see Colossus, hands on hips, looking extra HEROIC. NEGASONIC TEENAGE WARHEAD is STANDING at his SIDE.

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Deadpool continues to hold the pistol to Ajax’s head.

BOOM! OFF-SCREEN, A GUNSHOT.

REVERSE ANGLE to Deadpool, who’s just shot AJAX in the head with Blind Al’s SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL.

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CUT TO: Deadpool’s P.O.V. BETWEEN Colossus and NTW of VANESSA, who’s now walking quickly TOWARD him. She brushes between the two X-men and without saying a word, GRABS the fallen PISTOL and PUMPS TWO EXTRA BULLETS into Ajax’s corpse.

Vanessa promptly PUNCHES Deadpool in the face.

Vanessa restrains herself, then TURNS HER BACK, overcome.

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Deadpool FLINCHES but doesn’t STOP Vanessa from slowly, gently taking OFF his mask, revealing underneath... HUGH JACKMAN’s ‘SEXIEST MAN ALIVE’ People MAGAZINE COVER.Blood at the pierce points. Mouth/eyes cut out to make a ‘mask.’

Vanessa starts PULLING OUT staples.

One last staple remains. Vanessa hesitates.

She PULLS it out. The photo FALLS, revealing DEADPOOL’s SCARS. And two vulnerable, misty eyes. A beat.

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Vanessa hooks Deadpool’s PINKIE with HERS, PULLS him in to kiss him.

Deadpool and Vanessa are ABOUT to kiss when...

Deadpool realizes COLOSSUS and NTW are still standing WATCHING.

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They smile, shake their heads, and walk off.

Deadpool turns back to Vanessa.

Deadpool KISSES Vanessa. The little kiss become a BIGGER ONE. Then... fading up from nowhere, with a slightly tinny quality... we hear WHAM!’s ‘CARELESS WHISPER.’ Vanessa pulls back, puzzled. Deadpool raises his ANDROID. On the cracked and dirty screen, George’s and Andrew’s FACES beam from Wham!’s ‘MAKE IT BIG’ album cover.

The two share the longest kiss yet.

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We find ourselves in a newer, spiffier version of the WORKSHOP, where a LAB TECHNICIAN is strapping down a new sickly VOLUNTEER/VICTIM.

A SILHOUETTED FIGURE approaches the bed of the nervous volunteer, who smiles weakly.

REVERSE ANGLE to reveal whom he’s talking to: the PUDGY, KINDLY-LOOKING DOCTOR WHO STROKED WADE’S HEAD IN THE WORKSHOP. He smiles, pats the volunteer’s wrist.

Dr. Killebrew holds up a syringe with a glint in his eye.

DEADPOOL and Vanessa MAKE OUT LIKE CRAZY, LONG AND HARD.We slowly PULL BACK until they look SMALL against the toppled hulk of the COMBAT CARRIER.

WHAM BELTS OUT ‘CARELESS WHISPER’ as we ROLL CREDITS.

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V76 INT. SUBURBAN HOME - DAY - POST CREDIT SEQUENCE V76

A hallway of a suburban home. DEADPOOL enters in a maroon and gray striped robe.