Stephen Merchant credited as playing...
Caliban
- Caliban: [shows Logan an adamantium bullet] Found this in your pocket. Adamantium. If you are planning to blow your brains out, could you wait till you're out on the high seas? I just mopped these floors.
- Caliban: A year ago... you asked me to help you, and... God knows, I've tried... But I can't help you, Logan, not really... if you're not gonna talk to me.
- [Logan, sitting beside Caliban, looks down and away from him]
- Caliban: I hear you at night; you're not sleeping; you don't wanna talk about that... Or the booze you're drinking... Or the pus you're wiping away from your knuckles. Or the blood I wash from your clothes. Or the... fresh wounds in your chest; the ones that aren't healing... And I'm pretty sure you don't wanna talk about the fact that you can't read the label on that bottle...
- [Logan looks bewildered then takes the bottle to try and read it]
- Caliban: It says 'Ibuprofen'.
- [In a fit of anger, Logan smacks Caliban's drink from his hand, shattering the cup]
- Caliban: That was my favourite mug.
- Logan: Stay outta my shit.
- Caliban: I don't want to fight, but there's things we need to discuss.
- Logan: What things?
- Caliban: Well, would it be considered nagging if I was to repeat my previous observation that the dose is too low to suppress the seizures?
- Logan: It's what the guy gave me. I wasn't in a position to make demands.
- Caliban: Well I almost died this morning. That seizure was...
- Logan: It was barely a minute!
- Caliban: It felt a lot longer than a minute. I couldn't breathe. You're less affected.
- [Logan kicks the unconscious Pierce onto his back; Caliban approaches them and removes his goggles]
- Caliban: Looks like ex-military. Bounty hunter, maybe?
- Logan: Worse.
- [Logan hands Caliban Pierce's card]
- Caliban: Is he by himself?
- Logan: Not for long.
- [drops the pipe and steals Pierce's gun]
- Logan: Get him back in his ride, take him out to the wash and dump him.
- Caliban: What if he wakes up before I get there?
- [Logan kicks Pierce in the head and hands the gun to Caliban]
- Logan: Text me where you are. We'll pick you up.
- [Logan closes the boot of his limo and walks towards the factory; Caliban looks at the gun and card]