Succession - Episode 1

He computes this information as we cut from Logan’s rebooting face to— INT. CORPORATE BRIEFING ROOM – DAY Logan Roy’s face again. But confident. On a screen: a corporate headshot. CORPORATE (voice-over) Waystar Royco is a family. A family that spans four continents, fifty countries, three divisions: Entertainment, News and Resorts. Working together. To provide a net that can hold the world, or catapult it forward. To the next adventure! TORONTO. 7:15 A.M. Greg (early twenties) in the front row, is nodding, pretending to be engaged. But he’s zoning out and when he blinks— INT. CAR – DAY We cut through images of the recent past from Greg’s POV— He’s smoking a hit of weed in a little pot pipe. EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY He slams shut the door of his small car in a big empty parking lot. Fumbles his keys. Sweating. Anxious. INT. CORPORATE BRIEFING ROOM – DAY He’s back in the room. On the corporate message, a selection of Waystar holdings appear on screen: The logo of a movie studio: Waystar Studios— A selection of provincial Canadian and US local newspapers— A US TV network: ATN and some cable channels, all their logos on screen at once in boxes: News, Cooking, Music, Spanish Language, Comedy Reruns, Sports (Ultimate Frisbee)— A USA Today-style national US paper: The Correspondent— Some mastheads of big-city and UK papers: Chicago Daily— And finally the theme-park franchise: ‘Waystar Studios Adventure’. With parks in California, outside London, and pinging on the onscreen map,

Toronto. On screen appears Kendall Roy. He’s chyroned: ‘Kendall Roy, Divisional President’. KENDALL Joining Waystar Royco you’re joining one of the most dynamic news and entertainment companies in the world. Feel it! After the ‘Feel it!’ graphic there’s a ™. The trainer pauses the DVD on the graphic. TRAINER How we feeling. Ready to go? Nods from the assembled trainees. But the trainer spots Greg is zoning out. Focusses in on him— Okay? You in the room? GREG Uh-huh. Yep. TRAINER And who are you playing today? GREG (by rote) I’m not playing anyone. I am Doderick. TRAINER And Doderick is? GREG Doderick is mild-mannered to a fault. Puppyish in my enthusiasms. Playful, eager and lacking in guile. I am the best friend to all I meet. The trainer nods. Correct. Good kid. Looks to the manager at the back of the room. TRAINER Okay. Let’s go, folks! Greg takes a last look at Kendall paused on screen as we— INT. LIMO – DAY Kendall is hyping himself up for a deal. ‘An Open Letter to NYC’ by the Beastie Boys plays. This is his routine when he needs to pep himself up – listening to this track and throwing punches at the back of the seat in front of him. KENDALL (rhyming along) Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the tip of Manhattan Asian, Middle Eastern and Latin, Black, White, New York, you make it happen! Boom.

The final punch connects very firmly and rocks the driver in front sharply. Apologies, Fikret. The limo pulls up outside an investment bank’s offices. He gets out onto the plaza. NEW YORK. 8:30 A.M. As he hurries to the doors, Kendall lights a red Marlboro. Takes one single drag which is all he has time for before entering, stubs it. Walks into the big lobby. INT. INVESTMENT BANK – MEETING ROOM – DAY Kendall is arriving outside the key meeting room. Nods to senior family advisor, and Chief Operating Officer, Francis Alfred (sixties), who is waiting for him. KENDALL Yeah? Frank nods. They head in. A bunch of execs and advisors, including the CFO and advisor to CFO, Alessandro. As he sits, Kendall attempts a bit of grandstanding icebreaking with Lawrence, the founder of the target firm, Vaulter. Hey hey hey, man! Good to see you. So. Where are we? Are we ready to fuck or what? There’s a ripple in the room. Some smiles. The curse word doesn’t offend. But nor does it land to make him the alpha male he’d like. On the other side of the table, Lawrence leaves Kendall hanging after his big entrance, listening to the words of an advisor and looking at his phone. LAWRENCE Yeah. Okay. Look. I’m really sorry. But it looks like there’s an issue. KENDALL How do you mean, dude? I’m here? LAWRENCE Yeah I’m sorry, but we’ve been looking at the offer, while you were in

transit, I mean really looking at it. KENDALL What, before you didn’t have your glasses on? You were smelling it? Huh? I got the call. Kendall looks at Frank. LAWRENCE I’m sorry, but it won’t fly – with my board. KENDALL I was told it did? LAWRENCE Yeah well it won’t. Not this actual number. KENDALL I came all the way down here, dude? LAWRENCE Well, I’m sorry, ‘dude’. Kendall tries to sniff out what the issue might be here— KENDALL You know I love what you do. That’s been made clear? I’d love to keep you and your team in place, Lawrence? I love Vaulter. LAWRENCE Sure. I just think bottom line, I can deliver a lot more value for our shareholders. Hope I haven’t inconvenienced you? KENDALL I see you. I see this. Lawrence rises. LAWRENCE We’re grateful for your interest in our little outfit, but I think that’s it. INT. INVESTMENT BANK – CORRIDOR – DAY Lawrence walks – Kendall catches up. But then— LAWRENCE (whispers) You got the message? I am not letting you Neanderthals in to rape my company. Ever. Kendall looks around, can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. But recovers his composure— You’re a bunch of bloated dinosaurs who didn’t even notice the monkeys swinging by till yesterday. Well fuck you, daddy’s boy. KENDALL (water off my back) Oh what? Please. They reach the elevator area. Their staffs catch up. Now Lawrence

speaks loud enough that the last of this is certainly heard by the wider group— LAWRENCE I’ve got a track record from founding one of the most exciting new- media brands in the world. What have you got? Track marks from shooting junk? His team and Kendall’s react – mostly by avoiding eye contact, though it would be plausible for Lawrence to deny he intended for his talk to be ‘public’. But now he switches to public mode— Thanks for coming down. Great to meet you. Sorry this isn’t going to work out. KENDALL It’s going to work out. LAWRENCE No it isn’t. Kendall can’t think of a way to come back that doesn’t sound ludicrous. Lawrence and team hang by the elevators. It takes a while longer than anyone would want. Silence. Then the elevator arrives. Lawrence and his team head in. Elevator doors close. Kendall lets his guys assemble around him. KENDALL What the fuck? Frank. How did this happen? How can we sweeten this? FRANK You still want to pursue it? KENDALL Of course I want to pursue. I want to announce. This is part of the whole thing. Our offer is fucking good right? Alessandro looks at a banker, then offers— ALESSANDRO You want to bump the offer another point? Kendall looks at Frank. Alessandro sees a flicker of indecision— You wanna call your dad? Kendall looks like someone’s punched him in the nuts but he refuses to react. KENDALL

Do I want to call my dad? No I don’t want to call my dad. Do you want to call your dad? Is that a real question? From the length of time it hangs, evidently, yes. ALESSANDRO No. KENDALL Does anyone want to call their dad? Silence. No one wants to talk to a dad. Good. Okay, so, we’ve started so let’s buy this fucking company? I’m pushing the bid to one-twenty. Okay? ALESSANDRO Okay. Kendall’s phone goes. He checks the incoming name. Nods for everyone else to head in to the elevator. Watches them pass. Then answers— INT. LOGAN’S APARTMENT – OFFICE – DAY Logan is in a chair at his desk. There are boxes with files in the room, still to be unpacked. LOGAN How’s it going? Did you close? At the sound of his dad’s voice there’s a quaver of tightness. Intercut with: INT. INVESTMENT BANK – CORRIDOR – DAY KENDALL I’m right in the middle, Dad. (full of inch-deep confidence) Yes it’s okay! We’re not quite closed. I’m going to one-twenty. Silence from Logan. Kendall waits, then isn’t going to bite. So that’s good. And are we still on for the announcement? LOGAN Uh-huh. KENDALL Great, cos obviously I’m soft floating to like Frank and Rava? And there’s obviously gossip getting soft floated. LOGAN By who? By Kendall. KENDALL By the ether. I don’t know. Logan gives a non-committal growl, taps on his mouse. Well look, happy birthday, old geezer! It’s exciting. This is going to

be great for you, Dad. LOGAN (not excited) I’m excited. Phone down. Logan clicks again. (shouts) Marcy! Marcia is there. I thought this whole place was going to be ready? Have they fucked us on the internet because—? My emails— (mumbling to himself) I’m going to call, Ellison or Gates because my emails are— He opens a drawer. Pencil! Where’s a—? (mumbled) (fucking pencil in this whole new set-up, it’s ridiculous!) He gets up and starts looking in random boxes for a pencil. Marcia looks at his email account. MARCIA I think it’s all up, Logan? LOGAN I’m not getting anything. Who do they think I am? Uncle Fuck. It’s not working, I’m not paying until— The ding of an email. MARCIA I think maybe you just didn’t get an email for like ten minutes? LOGAN Uh-huh. (that sinks in) Okay. (finds a pen) He’s started floating. That wasn’t the arrangement. He’s offering one- twenty. He’s got a hard-on. Marcia takes that in. You don’t walk around with a hard-on. Makes you look ridiculous. (mumbling to himself as he taps the keyboard) Get it trapped in the eye of the fucking Halloween pumpkin. She’s got another preoccupation— MARCIA But the me thing? You’re okay on the me thing? LOGAN I’m on it, Marcia, don’t worry. MARCIA I mean not that I mind? LOGAN I do. MARCIA This is going to be great for us though. Did you see the brochure I sent? The Galapagos thing? LOGAN Oh, yeah? Great.

Turtles, all kinds of disgusting shit. Terrific. She has some envelopes. MARCIA A lot more cards? Presidents, prime ministers, royal crests. He looks at a PDF of a paper on his screen, scrolling through the pages. Ignores the cards. LOGAN Just have Jan log them— (gets up) so I can see which fuckers have dropped me already. She kisses him. He’s a tough old bastard, and not of a generation to melt and kiss. Marcia— MARCIA What? LOGAN Look I’m not about to spill my guts like some queer. But you know. (looks at her, doesn’t say it) (I love you.) MARCIA Thank you. I love you too. Marcia exits. But he’s already on the phone. Looking at a PDF of a front- page mock-up. EXT. WASHINGTON, DC – UPMARKET SHOPPING STREET – DAY This is a street of jewelers, fine-art dealers, boutiques with buzzers to gain entry. Tom is scanning windows anxiously as Shiv (Logan’s youngest) talks to an assistant, Sarah. Nearby they have a black Mercedes parked up. SHIV I’ll be back by Sunday night so I’ll look at his speech with him then, okay? WASHINGTON, DC. 9:15 A.M. SARAH Okay but his office wants the poll numbers by the prekend. SHIV By the ‘prekend’? What the fuck’s the prekend? Tom is looking at a painting, but earwigging on Shiv. TOM The prekend is Friday. SHIV If he wants them by Friday can he not say Friday? TOM Thursday lunch to Friday p.m. is the prekend. SHIV Fine.

Get Rennie to put them together. Okay? Sarah says her farewell and heads off. Tom stares into a window. TOM Ugh. This is a fucking disaster. Shiv is looking at her phone, focussed on sending an email. Shiv? Can you— I need to strategize my gift? She comes over. What can I give him he’ll love? SHIV I don’t know, my dad doesn’t really like – things. TOM He doesn’t like ‘things’? SHIV Not really, no. TOM Ugh! It needs to say, I respect you, but I’m not awed by you. Start a fresh chapter. What says that? SHIV A pen. TOM A pen? Is a pen the secret? The answer? She smiles, he sees she’s fucking with him. SHIV Tom, every gift he gets will mean an equal amount of nothing to him. Just make sure it looks like ten to fifteen grand’s worth and you’re good. As they look at a watch in the sparsely merchandized window of an upmarket jewelers, Tom is still not quite convinced all will be well. EXT. THEME PARK – DAY Greg’s POV: looking out through Doderick’s wide eyes. Inside, he’s stoned out of his gourd. He’s hot, he’s bothered. He can’t see out too well. Breathing hard. In a wider shot we see Greg in his Doderick costume mimicking the cartoon character’s loping walk. A gang of kids on a birthday party are suddenly calling him over. One starts to cheerfully pull on his tail. Greg has to remain in character and

hop around playfully. Making a cheerful game of remonstrations, shaking a comedy fist at these pesky kids. But inside he’s getting dizzy. From outside: the kids want to be chased. They’re running round and round in circles— Inside. Sweat. Disorientation. He’s going in tighter and tighter circles. Man is he stoned! He can’t see straight— Until. Spin out. The world’s moving fast round his head. Oh no! Uh-oh. Here it comes … In a wider shot: we see Doderick bend double. A kid jumps on his back, taking the bend as an invitation. Puke starts to come out through Doderick’s eyeholes. Some of the kids back away. Some are kind of fascinated. KID AT THEME PARK Ewwww! He’s puking out of his eyes! Greg retches for quite a while. Another kid pulls his tail again, which makes Greg hiss— GREG (quietly) Fuck off. Theme-park helpers rush to pull the incongruous figure out of sight. Greg is clawing at the costume head. THEME-PARK ATTENDANT (on walkie-talkie) Protein spill. (to Greg) Head stays on! Head stays on! EXT. THEME PARK – DAY Outside – in the thin winter light, Greg is on his cellphone. He’s woken his mom, Marianne, in LA. MARIANNE Greg? Are you okay? How’s it going? GREG Going great. MARIANNE Uh-huh, so why are you calling me at six-thirty in the morning? GREG Yeah, great but also – Mom, sorry but I screwed up. Well not me – but

look, a, a – kid smoked a joint in my car. MARIANNE ‘A kid’? GREG Yeah. Some ‘nutball’ – a hitchhiker – I picked up, like an idiot because it was raining, and I thought they might get – sexually assaulted if I didn’t, maybe, well more fool me! Because he – he gets in and before I can say anything, he whips out this HUGE doobie, and I’m like GET OUT, man. And he won’t. He just aggressively smokes out this whole blunt, on my time, and I’m saying, ‘No! I have an important first day at a management-training program of a leading theme-park operator’ and he’s just smiling this – stoned grin – and I can hardly see the freeway exit because of the dense plumes of toxic smoke and – and— MARIANNE Uh-huh? GREG And so, if you can believe it, the car smelt like skunk weed, and I guess I smelt like – well you can see from there, how I got implicated in this kind of tragic misunderstanding? MARIANNE Did you – tell them – who you are? GREG No. No. I thought – no. I didn’t want to be an asshole. Or – get into it all. I don’t know. (beat) I liked it. I’m sorry, Mom, I’m such a fucking screw-up! MARIANNE Okay. Listen to me, here’s what you’re going to do— INT. WAYSTAR – KENDALL’S OFFICE BREAKOUT – DAY In the meeting room off Kendall’s office, the Waystar team are trying to

figure out how to buy Vaulter. A selection of takeout containers are across the table. Frank is on the phone. FRANK Okay. Uh-huh. Frank looks at Kendall who is all antsy— KENDALL What? Frank is nodding. What do they say to one-twenty? Frank puts his hand over the phone. FRANK They’re not going to budge unless it gets to be a stupid number. KENDALL What’s a stupid number? FRANK What’s a stupid number? (beat) A badillion? I don’t know. KENDALL Because one-twenty is stupid. Frank hangs up. FRANK Look, I think this is clearly about Lawrence. Should we look at his package? Kendall spots a guy arriving. KENDALL Okay. Who’s this? Is this news? The room stirs. BUSINESS ALCHEMIST Hi, Kendall Roy? KENDALL Hello? The business alchemist opens his briefcase. BUSINESS ALCHEMIST I was sent by – Roman. To burn some sage? In there are bunches of dried herbs. Essential oils. KENDALL Excuse me? BUSINESS ALCHEMIST It’s auspicious? I’m a business alchemist. It’s a gift, from your brother. He has a bunch of sage pulled out. FRANK Will it set off the smoke alarms? BUSINESS ALCHEMIST Not usually. KENDALL ‘Not usually’? FRANK Yeah, we’re looking at a billion-dollar acquisition so I think we’ll need a little more reassurance before we break it up with a building evacuation? Just then, Roman Roy, thirty-eight, tanned and taut, ready to roll, arrives. Uppity and ready to shoot his mouth off. ROMAN Hey hey hey, motherfuckers! KENDALL Roman. He goes to hug his brother.

Roman nods to the alchemist. ROMAN My guy? (to the alchemist) Are you saging? FRANK We’re just concerned about the alarm? ROMAN Right, bad juju. Maybe you should make a move, dude? BUSINESS ALCHEMIST I can use essential oils? ROMAN I think just fuck off thanks. (to the room) How’s it going? The business alchemist starts to pack up his kit. KENDALL Good. Just finessing. You okay, man? ROMAN Of course I’m okay. Obviously I’m okay. Why do you ask? Kendall motions: Are you okay back amongst all this? What here? Oh, man, I’m so over all this. I was a bad fit. I was never a corporate cock-suck anyway. Besides. I never got this high in the fucking building! They stuck me in LA with Old Father Time, we were the pool boys, right, Frank. Fucking banana cabana? Frank smiles – about all the good times they (didn’t) share. So. What’s the bid? Everyone looks around. Roman’s overstepping the mark. He’s no longer an insider— KENDALL Well— He doesn’t want to say. ROMAN What that’s ‘commercially sensitive’ – I’m still on the board, bro! KENDALL Going one-twenty-five. ROMAN One-twenty-five! Fuck!? KENDALL What? High or low? Roman isn’t about to put himself out there by pinning down just what his skepticism implies— ROMAN Whatever! For Vaulter? Bit of content and a brand name? (laughs) Your funeral. You’ll be captain soon enough. Kendall looks round the room: Shush. Oh c’mon, every intern on the Street knows you’re stepping up.

Congrats, man, congrats. (beat) So pleased to be out. The company was essentially a cage to me. Well, congrats. I ought to head. He looks around and chuckles, and starts to exit. Look at all this fucking bullshit! INT. LOGAN’S HOME – DAY Logan walks the unfamiliar rooms of his large new apartment. Caterers are arriving with drink and food. Marcia is directing operations. In the walk-in wardrobe Logan sees a maid with a bucket of water rubbing at the white carpet with a sponge to remove the urine stain. He doesn’t acknowledge her but walks to the living area. He tries to sit down on a couch. This is almost a test for him. Can he ‘sit on a couch’ and ‘relax’ like a regular human being might? He looks at a magazine story – ‘The Heir with the Flair’ – and its picture of his son Kendall. After a few beats of trying to read, trying to sip coffee, he’s up. LOGAN Marcy, I’m heading out, as ordered. MARCIA Great, till one should be— LOGAN Fine – but just here – yeah? (motions to where he wants people) I don’t want to get a fucking heart attack from the surprise. Have them here. And not too loud. Just – a— MARCIA You want me to email you the exact details of the surprise? They share a smile as he goes to exit. INT. PRIVATE JET – DAY Shiv and Tom are watching movies. Shiv looking at a laptop.

Tom snaps open the expensive watch box. Hmmm. Is it okay? INT. AIRPLANE – DAY In another plane. Economy. Greg bangs his knees as he swivels to get comfy with insufficient legroom. INT. WAYSTAR – KENDALL’S OFFICE BREAKOUT – DAY The room is still full of tired advisors. Most people have finished but Kendall is still picking at breakfast. He reviews some papers as he eats from a second breakfast burrito, big bites. His appetites are not quite under control. He eats, pushes it away, then picks it up again and demolishes more. Without knocking, Logan enters. He watches his son for a beat as others in the room clock Logan. Kendall notices the shift in temperature, looks up and, as ever, feels obscurely judged. He chews fast— KENDALL Dad? LOGAN How’s it going? Everyone sits up, adjusting not-too-unsubtly to the new centre of gravity in the room. KENDALL Fine. Good. Why are you—? (shuffling Logan into a private space and volume) Are we okay? LOGAN Oh yeah. Yeah. I just have some paperwork— KENDALL Ahead of the announcement? Logan lays papers on the table. Logan sweeps the room. Clocks Frank. Gives him a wink. Looks over at Alessandro, smiles. LOGAN For putting Marcy on the trust. Just bullshit. But I felt like checking in. KENDALL Oh. Because on my announcement, what’s the precise timing on that? LOGAN Let’s see how this goes and I can lay it out. Kendall scans the headings on the papers. KENDALL Okay?

So this is just the trust? (whispering to keep this private) It doesn’t affect me stepping up? LOGAN Nuh. I think I told you about— Someone’s cellphone goes. Kendall looks over. It’s not news. KENDALL Dad – I’m busy, do I need to lawyer all this? LOGAN (no) It’s housekeeping. Logan hands him a pen. Beat between them. Can son trust father? The father clearly wants this – and the son wants to be liked, to demonstrate his trust— Logan is making an assessment too. Kendall takes the pen. KENDALL Fine. Marcy’s fine by me. I mean the others, might not feel the same? LOGAN I’ll deal with that. Fuck it. Kendall is all in – signs. Okay. So – I’ll see you in—? KENDALL Yeah look, Dad, on lunch. I really want to be with you but the deal— He motions to the room: The deal, it’s complicated. LOGAN If you need to stay, you need to stay. A difficult balance. Kendall tries to read his dad. KENDALL I really want to be with you? LOGAN I appreciate it. KENDALL It’s just, delicate. I mean they can handle it but— Kendall waits for a hint. But Logan gives him no steer. LOGAN Son, your call. It’s just – priorities. There’ll be plenty more. True? Or passive-aggressive? Kendall sort of wants his dad to tell him what to do, but doesn’t want to ask for direction. INT. TAXI – NEW YORK – DAY

Greg in a decrepit New York yellow cab. ATN News is playing on the taxi television screen. A bit of promotional graphics play as a voice announces— ANNOUNCER ATN News is provided as a complimentary service in this taxi cab by Waystar Royco. ATN News: Trusted and True. Then on screen – our anchors are behind a desk. MALE ANCHOR ‘The internet of things.’ Ever wonder what exactly it means? Well what it could mean is your refrigerator getting transformed into a lethal weapon that could be turned against you. FEMALE ANCHOR That’s one of the terrifying possibilities we’ll be considering in the next hour as we take a closer look at the technology which is going to dominate the next one hundred years. MALE ANCHOR But before that, coming up in just a moment, we’ll be giving you an update on all today’s breaking news. FEMALE ANCHOR But first, we’re talking immigration to our panel of experts and asking: After all the tough talk, is it finally times for action? MALE ANCHOR Yup, some congressional leaders are suggesting that recent strong rhetoric on illegal immigration is nothing but a smokescreen. And asking if it isn’t finally time for the gloves to come off when it comes to undocumented workers? FEMALE ANCHOR Plus deficit talk. Is government borrowing getting so far out of control radical new measures need to be considered to curb it? MALE ANCHOR All that, coming up. EXT. CENTRAL PARK – DAY

Logan walks, killing time, pretty slowly, through Central Park. Ahead is a security guy/driver. Behind, Logan’s minder, Colin. Logan is alone. Maybe shuffles his feet to be super-sure not to slip. He sits on a bench and Colin hands him a wedge of newspapers – US, UK and Canadian. Five papers – all owned by Logan. He starts to examine the pages, layout, pictures and choice of stories in each one. He’s on a quiet stretch of path. A young couple pass by. It’s hard for them to tell what exactly he is? This elderly man with a big pile of papers. Hobo, or eccentric millionaire? INT. WAYSTAR – KENDALL’S OFFICE BREAKOUT – DAY Kendall has made a decision. He is about ready to leave – with Frank. Gives his final instructions from the door— KENDALL Anything. Any indication. Call me. Okay? (beat) And look, this is gonna get press-released, but – by tonight I’m going to be Chief Exec of Waystar. They all knew. I just wanted you lowlifes to be amongst the first to know, okay? ALESSANDRO Congratulations. KENDALL Thank you. Okay. That leaks, you’re all fucking fired! He holds a serious face then winks – knows he’s opened the gates to the story breaking. Smiles, heading out the door. Off we go let the trumpets blow Because the driver of the mission is a pro. The ruler’s back! EXT. LOGAN’S APARTMENT BUILDING – DAY Logan is back outside his new apartment building. There is a gaggle of

three photographers outside the building. Colin goes ahead, leaving Logan with one minder. COLIN Okay, guys – can we back off, private event? They don’t go. Colin takes out his camera phone. One by one starts taking deliberate snaps of their faces. Freelance? Could be getting colder out there, boys. But they hold position. Colin looks over. He can’t get rid of them. Logan comes over, puts a phone to the side of his face and lowers it so they can’t get a decent shot, and heads in. JOURNALIST Mr Roy. Logan, you going today? Is that right? LOGAN Fuck off. INT. LOGAN’S APARTMENT BUILDING – LOBBY – DAY Logan marches in past the doorman’s station up towards the elevators, where Greg stands, holding a small package. Greg seems sweaty and shifty. Colin and the driver are suddenly threat aware. Greg doesn’t know how to say hi to the uncle he’s not seen for twenty years— GREG Hi. Hello there! Colin stays on point while the driver backtracks to the doorman to check on the kid’s status, but the doorman is sending a delivery guy away – round to another entrance. COLIN Can I help you, sir? GREG (to Logan, weirdly) I’m actually – I’m here to see you! Logan doesn’t like the look of the situation. Greg with his package and a weird intense smile, jerky move for a hug. The old man has a sudden flash of concern. Steps away. Colin steps

decisively towards Greg and pins him against the wall. Hard. Over the line of social propriety. COLIN Can I see some ID? He has hold of both Greg’s arms. Ready to take him down. GREG (gabbled) I’m Greg? Marianne’s Greg? Your nephew? My mom called Marcia and I heard – I checked with the – the man and he called up and said it was all okay— As Colin and Logan look over, the security guard/driver who is talking to the concierge gives a thumbs-up. LOGAN Oh. Right. I didn’t know you were coming? GREG Yeah I’m— I think you did? Colin releases. Logan looks around. LOGAN Uh-huh. Are you (alone)—? GREG I’m on my own. I hope it’s okay. I wanted to say, many happy returns. LOGAN Thank you. You okay? Greg’s shaken, but wants to make it all okay. GREG Oh fine! Seriously, fine. I get it. I could have been anyone. An assassin. You could be dead now, or dying. But – yeah. Happy birthday! INT. LOGAN’S APARTMENT – MAIN ROOM – DAY