(At Logan’s apartment, Max and Logan are playing chess. Logan contemplates his next move, and eventually makes it.)

MAX: Finally.

(Max quickly makes her move.)

LOGAN: She beats a retreat in face of the Sicilian gambit.

MAX: Check.

(Logan starts to make a move.)

MAX: Mm-mm.

LOGAN: It’s not checkmate...? Can’t be.

MAX: Afraid so.

LOGAN: Okay...so, uh, that’s uh, four games to you?

MAX: Five.

LOGAN: Right, five. Isn’t it against the superhero code to use your powers to take advantage of we mere mortals?

MAX: Yeah, and I’m not done taking advantage, either. There’s a stunt contest at Crash tonight. Thinking about pulling a Linda Blair...riding my bike up on the ceiling or something. Wanna come?

LOGAN: No, thanks.

MAX: Oh, I forgot. No fun for Logan Cale. World coming to an end. (Puts on her jacket) Fight the power. Protect the downtrodden. Blah blah, woof woof. See ya.

(Max leaves. Logan feels some pain in his back.)

(At Lydecker’s headquarters, a man is drawing a face on a computer.)

LYDECKER: Raise the forehead a little bit, and thin out the eyebrows. Make the cheekbones a little rounder...not so defined. And the lips fuller.

MAN: Fuller?

LYDECKER: You heard me. (The man complies) Perfect.

(Lydecker hits a key on the keyboard. We see that the drawing is one of Max and is part of a “WANTED” poster. The reward offered is $50,000.)

(The next day)

POLICE CAPTAIN SWANSTROM: This reward you’re offering--it’s a hell of a lot of money.

LYDECKER: Mr. Vogelsang was a valued operative. We’ll do everything we can to find his killer.

CAPT. SWANSTROM: And if the girl goes to ground?

LYDECKER: Don’t think she will.

CAPT. SWANSTROM: She’ll run, if she’s smart. She’ll try and get the hell out of the city.

LYDECKER: Well, she’ll have to get through our checkpoints. This is where my men are.

(Lydecker points to a map on a computer screen. Then he hands the captain a copy of the “WANTED FOR MURDER” poster.)

LYDECKER: I’d like one of these on every wall, every window, and every lamppost in the city.

CAPT. SWANSTROM: With this kind of money involved, every nutcase in this town is going to be more than happy to turn in his nearest and his dearest, just for his cut. Besides which, this is going to take a lot of extra manpower, but, you know...with the financial straits that the city’s in...

LYDECKER: The agency appreciates your predicament.

CAPT. SWANSTROM: Thank you, sir. Then you understand where I’m coming from?

LYDECKER: Completely. I think I can help you.

(Lydecker reaches into his briefcase, as if to pull out some money, but pulls out a gun instead and points it at the captain.)

LYDECKER: You trying to elicit a bribe from a federal agent?

CAPT. SWANSTROM: No, sir.

LYDECKER: Good. ’Cause sometimes when you grease the palm, it makes the finger slippery.

CAPT. SWANSTROM: Sir, you have the complete cooperation of my department. We are 100% at your disposal.

LYDECKER: All right, then. You’re dismissed.

(At Jam Pony, Max and Original Cindy are changing clothes.)

ORIGINAL CINDY: That was one badass endo you spiked last night. How much you win, anyway?

MAX: 75 bucks.

ORIGINAL CINDY: Damn, girl. Next time, my paper’s on you.

(They notice a male messenger peeping at them. Max shoves him up against a wall.)

MAX: Hey!

NORMAL: Hey, take it outside.

MAX: What’d I say was gonna happen if I caught you peepin’ again?

MESSENGER: I can’t help it, Max. You’re so the bomb.

MAX: Kaboom!

(Max kicks him in the groin and walks away.)

ORIGINAL CINDY: Pervo!

(Normal hands Max a package.)

NORMAL: No roughhousing on the premises. We’re not insured for it.

MAX (looking at the package): South Market Street?

NORMAL: Yeah, I hope you’re packing.

ORIGINAL CINDY: Want to have lunch?

MAX: Yeah. Meet you here at noon?

ORIGINAL CINDY: Cool.

MAX: All right.

(On South Market Street, Max is waiting in line to pass through a sector checkpoint.)

SECTOR COP (to a guy in front of Max): ID?

(Inside the checkpoint booth, a copy of the WANTED poster is coming through the fax machine. A second cop retrieves it.)

SECTOR COP: Hey, Jerry.

(The second cop comes out of the booth, carrying the flyer.)

JERRY: What’s up?

SECTOR COP: Look at this.

(The first cop hands Jerry the ID belonging to the guy in front of Max.)

MAX (impatiently): Come on, guys. Girl’s trying to earn a living here.

JERRY: Yeah, it’s forged. Definitely.

SECTOR COP (to another cop): Jim.

JIM: Yeah?

SECTOR COP (to the guy in line): You’re going downtown, pal.

(Jim takes the guy away. The line moves through the checkpoint and Max bikes around South Market Street to the package’s destination. She leans her bike against a pole and walks away to deliver the package. A man staples the WANTED poster to the pole. When Max turns to head back to her bike, she sees the poster and some sector cops standing near the post, between her and her bike. She turns and walks the other way.)

(At Jam Pony, Herbal Thought, Sketchy, and Original Cindy are looking at a WANTED poster.)

SKETCHY: I don’t know. I’m just saying it kind of, sort of, looks like her.

HERBAL: That paper there speaks of wicked things. Max is a righteous woman with no malice in her heart for no one.

ORIGINAL CINDY: I know my girl. She’s a badass, straight up, but she’s not a killer.

SKETCHY: I’m not saying she killed anybody. Just that...I see a resemblance.

ORIGINAL CINDY: No, no. What you think you’re seeing is the fifty large reward in your pocket. But you better get your eyes right, and double-quick, too. Otherwise, what you’re gonna be seein’ is Original Cindy puttin’ the smackdown--

NORMAL: Hey, let’s go, people. Lots of lonely packages out here crying out for a home. Move. Where the fire truck is Max? She should have been here an hour ago.

SKETCHY: I ain’t seen her. Probably wouldn’t recognize her if I did.

(Sketchy folds up the flyer and puts it away in his backpack.)

NORMAL: What are you hiding back there?

SKETCHY: Nothing.

NORMAL: Get out of my sight.

(Sketchy walks away. Normal grabs the flyer from Sketchy’s bag and looks at it.)

(On South Market, Max is making a call on a pay phone.)

MAX: Come on, Logan, answer.

(The phone keeps ringing. A hoverdrone flies by. Max hangs up and walks away.)

(In an examining room at the hospital)

DR. SAM CARR: Hey.

LOGAN: Here, Sam, let me start you off. “Logan, I’ve got some bad news.”

DR. CARR: You remember, after the shooting, that we decided not to remove one of the bullet fragments because it was lodged so close to your spine?

LOGAN: It would have been too risky.

DR. CARR: Right. Unfortunately, the fragment has migrated. That’s what’s causing the spasms; it’s actually impacting on your spinal cord. And if we don’t get it out of there, it could keep moving and cause more damage.

LOGAN: Worst-case scenario?

DR. CARR: You could end up quadriplegic. Maybe even on a respirator.

LOGAN: Looks like I’m going under the knife again.

DR. CARR: Operating in that area, it’s inherently risky. You’ve got three major arteries, they’re right there, so there’s always the chance of bleedout. And removing that fragment could result in nerve damage as well, though probably not as severe as what we’re looking at if we do nothing and further migration occurs. So...

LOGAN: Let’s do it.

DR. CARR: Okay. I’ll set it up for tomorrow morning.

LOGAN: Thanks, doc.

DR. CARR: Get some rest.

(On South Market, Max is walking around with her head down. Two guys are looking at the “WANTED” poster.)

FIRST GUY: Oh, yeah, she’s a killer, all right.

SECOND GUY: Word up, man. (Max walks by) Yo, check it out.

FIRST GUY: Hey, baby, you got the time? ’Cause I got the place. You know what I’m sayin’?

(Max turns around to give him a withering look.)

FIRST GUY: Nah, don’t be shy, I was just...

(Max sees the poster behind him and takes off. He looks back at it.)

(Max walks towards the exit checkpoint. A sector cop holding a poster calls out to her. The two guys are with him; they have turned Max in.)

SECTOR COP: Hey! (Max turns around) Yeah, you. Come here.

MAX: What is it, officer?

(He shows her the poster.)

MAX: Oh, no, not her again, man. She’s been dissing me all day. I got stopped twice already.

(The sector cop gets ready to radio for backup.)

MAX: Come on, she doesn’t even look like me. Look at how thin she is. Can you say “eating disorder”?

(Max hits the officer in the face with her elbow and knocks him down.)

FIRST GUY: Oh, it is her, man!

MAX: Boo!

(Max hurries away.)

SECTOR COP (into radio): This is Kirby. That ten-zero-seven...she’s on South Market.

(At Lydecker’s headquarters)

SANDOVAL: We have a confirmed sighting on South Market.

LYDECKER: How confirmed?

SANDOVAL: She took out a policeman without breaking a sweat.

LYDECKER (into radio): All TAC units, this is Command. Target is known to be on South Market. Establish airtight perimeter and start site-to-site search. Box her in, and box her in fast.

(On South Market Street, Max sees Manticore Hummers arriving, and she hides. Manticore soldiers get out of the Hummers and spread out, looking for her.)

(At Jam Pony, Original Cindy is waiting for Max. She checks her watch and dials Max’s pager.)

(On South Market, Max’s pager goes off. She quickly silences it, but the noise has attracted the attention of a nearby Manticore soldier and he comes to check it out. Max kicks him down and runs. A large group of soldiers arrives nearby.)

SOLDIER: Spread out. Move!

(Max dives into another hiding place.)

(Logan arrives home and passes his answering machine without checking it.)

(Somewhere in the city, Zack sees the “WANTED” poster.)

(At South Market, a man talking on a cell phone wanders by Max’s hiding place.)

MAN (into phone): Yeah, he coughed up the juice. I had to break his thumb first, but hey. Hey, hold on, I gotta whiz.

(Max grabs the man’s phone and knocks him out.)

MAX (into phone): He’s going to have to call you back.

(At Jam Pony)

NORMAL: Sketchy, get over here. I need you to man the desk.

SKETCHY: Me?

NORMAL: Yes, I have something important I need to do.

(Zack enters.)

NORMAL: Wow, you got a lot of nerve showing your face in here, pal.

ZACK: Where’s Max?

NORMAL: Well, she didn’t come back from her morning run. Imagine that. I had some high hopes for you, pal, but you just turned out to be like all the rest, didn’t you? Just a great, big, fat goose egg. (Leaves)

ZACK: Cindy...

ORIGINAL CINDY: Well, what have we got here?

ZACK: I’m looking for Max.

ORIGINAL CINDY: Welcome to the club.

(The pay phone rings. Original Cindy answers.)

ORIGINAL CINDY: Yeah?

MAX: It’s me.

ORIGINAL CINDY: Max--

ZACK (grabbing the phone): Max, it’s Zack.

ORIGINAL CINDY: Who?

MAX: Zack, what are you doing there?

ZACK: Never mind that. We gotta get you out of town.

ORIGINAL CINDY: Would somebody mind telling me what’s going on here?

(Later, Zack enters Logan’s apartment.)

ZACK: Knock, knock.

(Logan looks up in surprise.)

ZACK: You shouldn’t leave your window open if you don’t want visitors.

LOGAN: So I’ve been told. What brings you back to Seattle?

(Zack shows Logan the “WANTED” poster.)

ZACK: You think I’d let Max take the rap for something I did?

(On South Market Street)

SOLDIER (into radio): Control, this is Delta Four. No sign of her yet.

(At Lydecker’s headquarters)

LYDECKER (into radio): Roger, Delta Four. Turn the place inside out. Evacuate if you have to. I want her found.

(At the police station, Matt Sung speaks to Logan on the phone. Logan and Zack are in Logan’s car, waiting at the checkpoint on South Market.)

MATT: Logan, you don’t have to convince me. If you say she didn’t do it, she didn’t do it. But I can tell you no one’s picked her up yet.

LOGAN: Great. So what’s the situation down there?

MATT: It’s a zoo. Every crank in the city’s angling for that reward money. Last I heard, they’re closing in on a suspect on South Market.

LOGAN: Okay, see if you can run interference for me.

MATT: I’ll try, but I’m just one guy.

LOGAN: Appreciate anything you can do.

(Matt hangs up the phone and walks away. We see Normal waiting nearby.)

(At the South Market checkpoint)

SECTOR COP: Go ahead. Let him through.

(Logan drives his Aztek just inside the checkpoint and stops.)

LOGAN: Good luck.

ZACK: There’s no such thing. Success depends on having a well-thought-out plan that’s executed with precision.

LOGAN: Right.

(Zack gets out, carrying a backpack. Logan turns the car around and waits for him to return.)

LOUDSPEAKER: As a reminder--any person caught assisting a known criminal will be subject to severe prosecution. Until further notice, all places of business and vehicles are subject to search.

(Zack goes to the upper level of the market building Max is hiding in. He uses some equipment from his backpack to shoot a grappling hook, with a rope attached, into the rafters.)

(At the police station)

MATT: Mr. Ronald?

NORMAL: Yep, that’s me. Hey, I just want to say that I admire the work that you fellas are doing, keeping the streets safe for average citizens like myself.

MATT: I understand you have some information for us.

NORMAL: Right. Got it--business at hand. Yes, uh, uh, I’m reaching out to do you guys a solid on this female perp.

MATT: Excuse me?

NORMAL: The skell who works for me--Jam Pony--her name is Max.

MATT: Let’s not tell the whole world, okay? Not with fifty large on the line.

NORMAL: Hey, I’m not doing this for the reward money. About how much did you say it was?

MATT: Maybe you better come with me, Mr. Ronald.

(On South Market, Zack walks back to the Aztek and gets in.)

LOGAN: All set?

ZACK: Would I have come back here if everything wasn’t all set?

LOGAN: It’s a figure of speech.

(While Zack climbs into the back seat, Logan drives the Aztek up to the checkpoint.)

SECTOR COP: Hold up. Sector pass. Open the hatch.

(Logan hands over his pass. The cop goes to inspect the rear of the car.)

LOGAN (impatiently): Come on, come on.

(In her hiding place on the upper level of the market building, Max checks the time on her pager.)

MAX: Showtime.

(At the checkpoint)

SECTOR COP: You’re free to go.

LOGAN: Thanks.

SECTOR GUARD: We have a bus coming in. Let’s get a couple men on that.

(Logan drives the car through the checkpoint.)

(Max leaves her hiding place, goes up some stairs, and tries to walk through the market building without being noticed.)

MANTICORE SOLDIER: Hey, there she is. Stop!

(Max begins running. The soldiers chase her, firing at her. Logan backs the car into a certain location. Max grabs the rope attached to the grappling hook Zack left and jumps from the upper level. Swinging over the checkpoint, she lets go of the rope and lands on the top of a bus, then jumps down onto the hood of the Aztek. She quickly gets in the car and Logan peels out, leaving the market and the soldiers behind.)

LOGAN: You okay?

MAX: Yup. We used to play this game all the time at Manticore--escape and evade.

ZACK: You were always good at it.

MAX (to Logan): You okay?

LOGAN: Yeah, fine.

MAX: You don’t look so good.

LOGAN: I was up late. So, my family has a cabin about thirty miles north of here. You guys can stay there tonight.

ZACK: Then we cross the border into Canada and never look back.

(At Lydecker’s headquarters)

SANDOVAL: Sir, we have a confirm from the Alpha Team that the suspect is no longer on South Market.

LYDECKER: What?

SANDOVAL: She got over the perimeter fence and jumped into some kind of vehicle.

LYDECKER: Find her.

(At the police station, Detective Sung and Normal are in an interrogation room.)

MATT: So, what makes you think this girl is the perp?

NORMAL: Well, the female’s striking physical resemblance is what initially caught my attention. At first, I didn’t want to believe it was her, but, uh, you know, the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was possible. She has a real bad attitude, and quite a temper, which she demonstrated this morning, as a matter of fact, so... I-I just felt it was my civic duty to step forward before she kills again.

MATT: What if you’re wrong? What if she didn’t do it?

NORMAL: Well, she walks. No harm, no foul.

MATT: You know, I’m getting the sense that you are not a man to be taken lightly. Am I right about that, Mr. Ronald? Are you not a man to be taken lightly?

NORMAL: Uh...mmm...Yeah. I mean, no. Uh...uh, yeah, I most certainly am...not.

MATT: That’s what I thought. That’s why I brought you in here. The fact is, Mr. Ronald, if you know this girl, and if you can identify her...your life is in great, great danger.

(Normal chuckles.)

MATT: I’m serious.

NORMAL: Hmm.

(In Logan’s car, “Valse Triste” by Sibelius is playing on the stereo.)

MAX: What are we listening to?

LOGAN: Sibelius.

MAX: It’s sad.

LOGAN: Yeah.

(At Jam Pony, the messengers are all goofing around and partying. Sketchy is trying unsuccessfully to control the chaos. Herbal comes back from a run.)

SKETCHY: It’s anarchy out there, man. I call out runs and they just ignore me. I mean, I never thought I’d say this, but Normal’s got it tough back here. Maybe I ain’t man enough to fill his shoes.

HERBAL: You got to take comfort in the words of the great Bob Marley: “Me don’t swim too tough, so me don’t go out in water too deep.”

SKETCHY: That just doesn’t help me out at all.

HERBAL: Give I and I a package, man.

SKETCHY: Thanks, man.

HERBAL: Easy.

(The Aztek arrives at the cabin.)

LOGAN: Here we are.

(Zack gets out of the car. Logan hands him the keys to the cabin.)

LOGAN: Here you go.

ZACK: Thanks for helping out.

LOGAN: I’d wish you good luck, but...

(Zack goes inside the cabin, leaving Max and Logan alone in the car.)

LOGAN: He’s a fun guy.

MAX: You should see him get his drink on at the X5 reunions.

LOGAN: You’re going to be okay, you know.

MAX: Oh, yeah. I’ll be better than okay. It’s the way I’m made. It’s you I’m worried about.

LOGAN: I’ll miss you.

MAX: You could always ditch it all and go on the lam with me. Great way to visit exotic places...meet new people...

LOGAN: I’d just slow you down.

MAX: It’s okay.

LOGAN: I have to go back. Someone has to watch out for the downtrodden. Blah blah, woof woof, right?

MAX: Right.

LOGAN: Take care of yourself.

MAX: You, too.

(Max gets out of the car and walks toward the cabin. Logan watches her go. She stops, comes back, and kisses him through the car window. He kisses back, and after a long moment, they break apart.)

LOGAN: Just go.

(Finally Max turns and leaves.)

(In his apartment that night, Logan sits at the window, watching the rain.)

BLING: I’m making tea. What’s your preference?

LOGAN: Belladonna, mandrake...anything in the opium family.

BLING: Might want to think about getting some rest. Got a big day tomorrow.

LOGAN: I can’t sleep.

BLING: Miss her, don’t you?

LOGAN: It’s that obvious, huh?

BLING: Get this surgery behind you, maybe you can go raft up with her.

LOGAN (sighing): No, it was the right thing to do, let her go...for a thousand different reasons. And I always do the right thing, right?

(At the cabin, Max stands at the window, watching the rain. Eventually she sits down on the couch, and Zack brings in two glasses and a bottle of wine.)

MAX: Thought you’d want to get moving--bang over the border into Canada before dawn.

ZACK: We’ve got a secure night’s lodgings. Might as well take advantage.

(Zack pours the wine and gives a glass to Max.)

ZACK: Here’s to you finally doing the smart thing and getting out of Seattle.

MAX: Right.

ZACK: I remember the morning of the escape, getting into Cheyenne around seven A.M. The streets were just starting to fill with people. Not soldiers or doctors, just regular people on their way to work. It scared the hell out of me. As far as I was concerned, they were all the enemy, and I was completely outnumbered.

MAX: I know the feeling.

ZACK: I climbed up onto the roof of an office building in downtown to lay low, just as the sun was coming up. It was my first morning as a free man. The whole world looked different.

MAX: It was like it was in color all of a sudden.

ZACK: I know I’ve been hard on you, Max, but I’m just trying to keep you safe.

MAX: I know.

(Zack brushes Max’s hair away from her face.)

ZACK: You’re going to miss him, aren’t you?

MAX: You think that’s stupid.

ZACK: No. A part of me wants the same things. Friends...a place where I belong...someone to care about.

MAX: Thought it was a sentimental lie.

ZACK: Even I have my moments of weakness.

(In the interrogation room, Matt Sung enters after having left Normal alone.)

NORMAL: You know, I appreciate your concern for my safety, Detective, but I have been locked in this room for a very long time and I gotta go to the bathroom very, very badly. Very badly.

MATT: Well, I’ve got some good news. We’ve been looking into this suspect, and our fears that you were in some danger are unfounded.

NORMAL: Well, better to be safe than sorry. I’ll just be running along then.

MATT: Not so fast. There’s another matter we need to discuss, Mr. Ronald.

NORMAL: Another matter?

MATT: Don’t play games with me. You know what I’m talking about--unpaid speeding tickets from two years ago. They’ve gone to warrant.

NORMAL: Yeah, there’s got to be some mistake, ’cause I don’t own a car.

MATT: Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Mr. Ronald, except that you are under arrest.

NORMAL: Listen, if you think you can squeeze my shoes like some dirtbag skell, you’re a hump going sideways into a big-time jackpot. But it’s your world, Detective.

(Normal gets locked into a jail cell.)

NORMAL: For the love of Mike.

(The guy next to Normal in the cell looks him up and down.)

NORMAL: Terrific.

(The next morning, in Logan’s apartment, Bling is looking for Logan.)

BLING: Logan? Oh, my God.

(Bling has found Logan, who is unconscious.)

(At the cabin, Max startles.)

(At the hospital, Logan is being rushed through the hall, still unconscious.)

DR. CARR: What happened?

PARAMEDIC: Found him unconscious at the scene. No sign of head trauma.

DR. CARR: He’s tachy. What’s his pressure?

PARAMEDIC: BP is eighty and falling.

DR. CARR: Okay, he’s gotta be bleeding from somewhere. Let’s get him to OR.

(Logan is taken into surgery.)

(Max gets up and calls Logan’s cell phone. Bling answers it while waiting outside surgery.)

BLING: Hello?

MAX: Bling? What are you doing with Logan’s phone?

BLING: Hey, Max.

MAX: Is he all right? Can I talk to him?

BLING: He can’t talk right now.

MAX: What’s wrong?

VOICE ON HOSPITAL P.A.: Dr. Marks to ICU.

MAX: Why are you at a hospital? (Bling says nothing) Tell me!

BLING: He’s been having some problems lately. He collapsed this morning at home. They’re operating on him now.

MAX: What hospital?

BLING: Metro Medical. Listen, Max--

(Max puts down the phone and walks out.)

ZACK: Where you going?

BLING: Max?

(Max hurries out of the cabin. Zack follows.)

MAX: I’m going back.

ZACK: No way.

MAX: I need to be there for him.

ZACK: The mission is to get you over the border and into safe territory.

MAX: Yeah, well, I’m changing the mission.

ZACK (blocking her path): Don’t be crazy. Lydecker’s got the entire city looking for you.

MAX: Out of my way, or I go through you. What’s it gonna be?

ZACK: You gonna take me on? Huh, Maxie? Go ahead. (Grabs her by the collar) Go ahead.

(Max starts to fight, but Zack gets her into a headlock.)

ZACK: Get your head in the game, soldier.

(Zack kicks Max down to the ground. Max leaps over him backwards. They fight.)

MAX: Think I’m not in the game? (Throws Zack to the ground) Think again.

ZACK: Okay.

(Max walks away. Zack gets up and calls after her.)

ZACK: Do what you want, but don’t think you’re going to make it back out of there. You’re throwing away your freedom.

MAX: Consider it a moment of weakness.

(In the operating room)

DR. CARR: I need suction.

(Blood starts spurting out.)

DR. CARR: Whoa, we got a bleeder! Clamp. Sponge. Hang another four units of AB neg.

NURSE: We’re already on our last two.

DR. CARR: All right, somebody get on the phone right now to the blood bank. We need more. Clamp. Oh, God.

(Max hitches a ride to the hospital on a truck. As she enters the hospital, she can be seen on the security cameras; there are “WANTED” posters hung nearby. She walks through the halls, looking for Logan. Max finds the OR and sees it being cleaned up after surgery. She keeps going and finds Logan, who is still unconscious, in a private room. Dr. Carr and a nurse are tending to him.)

NURSE: Blood pressure’s still dropping.

DR. CARR: Give him ten of morphine. Keep him comfortable.

(Max enters the room.)

DR. CARR: I’m sorry, you can’t be in here.

MAX: Is he dying?

DR. CARR: We can’t discuss that right here.

MAX: Just tell me. Is he dying?

DR. CARR: He’s lost a lot of blood. He won’t make it without a transfusion.

MAX: So transfuse him.

DR. CARR: It’s not that simple. The blood banks are tapped out. Logan is AB negative; it’s the hardest type to find. I’m sorry. There’s nothing we can do.

VOICE ON HOSPITAL P.A.: Paging Dr. Carr. Dr. Carr, please.

DR. CARR: Why don’t you take a minute? (Leaves)

NURSE: I’ll be right outside.

(The nurse leaves. Max looks at Logan for a minute. Then she takes off her jacket and hooks up some tubing.)

MAX: Lucky for you, I’m a universal donor. People at Manticore figured it’d be handy if their genetically-enhanced killing machines could swap blood in a pinch.

(Max begins transfusing Logan with her own blood.)

MAX: If you die on me, I’ll kick your ass.

(Max eventually lays her head on Logan’s chest, closes her eyes, and begins dreaming. In the dream, Sibelius’ “Valse Triste” is playing in the background. There are little white lights all around in a ballroom. Max is wearing a white gown, with her hair up, and Logan is wearing a suit in his wheelchair.)

MAX: Dance with me.

LOGAN: I can’t.

MAX: Sure you can. Mind over matter.

LOGAN: See, my problem is I can’t walk.

MAX: I’m not asking you to walk. Just dance.

(Logan stands up and walks over to her.)

LOGAN: Whose dream is this, anyway...yours or mine?

MAX: Don’t ask me.

(They dance, staring into each other’s eyes.)

LOGAN: You okay?

MAX: Yeah. I’m just a little dizzy.

LOGAN: Do you want to stop?

MAX: No. Don’t let go.

LOGAN: I won’t.

MAX: Promise?

LOGAN: I promise.

MAX: Logan...

(They are about to kiss, but the dream comes to an end. Max’s head is still on Logan’s chest.)

MAX (murmuring): Don’t leave me.

(Security guards enter the room, along with Dr. Carr and the nurse. One guard points a gun at Max.)

SECURITY GUARD: Going to need you to stand up very slowly and put your hands in the air.

DR. CARR: What the hell’s going on here?

(Max stands up. Dr. Carr takes the needle out of her arm.)

DR. CARR: Oh, my God. What are you doing?

MAX: Did it work?

(The nurse begins examining Logan.)

NURSE: BP is 110/90.

DR. CARR: What?

MAX (as security takes her away): Did it work? Did it work?

(At Lydecker’s Headquarters)

SANDOVAL: It’s Captain Swanstrom on five. Says it’s important.

LYDECKER (into phone): Lydecker...What sort of good news?...I’ll be right over.

(At the police station, Max is in a jail cell full of dark-haired women. Lydecker and Sandoval enter the office.)

LYDECKER: What do you got?

CAPT. SWANSTROM: We got your killer.

LYDECKER: Where is she?

CAPT. SWANSTROM: He’s in a holding cell.

LYDECKER: Must be a mistake.

CAPT. SWANSTROM: It’s no mistake. He gave us details from the crime scene, and he produced the murder weapon.

LYDECKER: Where is he?

CAPT. SWANSTROM: This way. (To another officer) Call off the ten-oh-seven on the girl.

(A police officer opens the women’s cell.)

OFFICER: Okay, let’s go. Everybody out.

MAX: What’s going on?

OFFICER: Perp confessed. You’re free to go. Now, let’s go.

(As Max leaves the station, she sees Zack being led away in handcuffs and leg chains. He sees her as well.)

RADIO: All units be advised. Shift rotations back to normal.

MATT (to Max): Just go.

(Despite his struggling, Zack is put into a Hummer. Max turns and leaves. Lydecker and Sandoval are sitting in another Hummer nearby.)

SANDOVAL: There’s a chopper at the airport, standing by to take him back to Manticore.

LYDECKER: Not what we hoped for, but not a bad day’s catch, either.

SANDOVAL: What about the girl? Swanstrom called off the search.

LYDECKER: We’ve worn out our welcome with the Seattle PD. Besides, she’s long gone. He sacrificed himself for nothing. I thought I’d taught him better.

(At Jam Pony the next day, Normal returns. Sketchy hugs him.)

NORMAL: Hey!

SKETCHY: I’ve never been so glad to see anyone in my life.

NORMAL: Yes, well, I have to say I’m glad to be here myself, actually. Let go of me. Let go of me now. (Sketchy lets go) Thank you.

SKETCHY: Look, I did the best I could, but these people are a bunch of slackers, bums, and weirdos.

NORMAL: Right. Tell me about it.

SKETCHY: I don’t know how you put up with it, man.

NORMAL: Right. Neither do I. Back to the pit with the rest of the cretins. 729 Campbell.

(Normal hands Sketchy a package.)

NORMAL: Where the fire truck is Max?

(At the hospital, Max is eating Logan’s food. Logan wakes up.)

LOGAN: Hey.

MAX: Figured you’d be napping all day, so I ate your lunch.

LOGAN: Hospital food...one thing even the Pulse couldn’t manage to make worse.

MAX: How are you feeling?

LOGAN: Pretty good, considering. Must be all this supercharged Manticore blood I got in me.

MAX: I still can’t believe it...that he’d let himself be taken back there on my account.

LOGAN: He cares about you. And I don’t mean like a brother.

MAX: I got to get back to work.

(Max stands up while humming “Valse Triste.”)

LOGAN: That’s the music.

MAX: From...the car?

LOGAN: Right...from the car.

MAX: You know...about what happened...

LOGAN: After the car.

MAX: I was real emotional with all that was going on.

LOGAN: I know.

MAX: It’s not...

LOGAN: Me, neither.

MAX: I mean...

LOGAN: Exactly.

MAX: So long as that’s clear.

LOGAN: I’m glad we talked about it.

MAX: Me, too. See ya.

LOGAN: Later.

(On the street, someone staples a new poster over the “WANTED” poster. Everything is back to normal. Max returns to Jam Pony.)

NORMAL: Well, well, well. Look who decided to come in today.

MAX: Don’t bust my chops, Normal, or I might snap and kill again.

(Max notices a news bulletin coming on TV.)

TV REPORTER: We interrupt this program to bring you news of a fatal air accident in the Cascade Mountains. The helicopter was en route from Seattle Airport and was rumored to be carrying a prisoner wanted on a federal warrant. The cause of the accident is under investigation. There is an unconfirmed report of gunfire at the scene of the crash, but police say no survivors were found on the doomed aircraft.

(Later, Max reflects from the top of the Space Needle.)

MAX (voiceover): He always said he would rather die than go back to Manticore. Maybe I’m conning myself...maybe I just know who Zack is and what he’s capable of...but I can’t help feeling that he survived somehow and that he’s out there. So here I am, back in this broken city, and as long as I’m here, he will always know where to find me.