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MOIRA: You seem to be over the nightmares, Morph.

And there's not a thing wrong with you physically. But I'm worried.

You were in bad shape.

You're talking about going back to a hard life.

You know there's more to being an X-Man

than getting a good night's sleep.

What? Like blue fur? Or designer eyewear?

(CHUCKLES)

All right. You know I cannot keep you if you're determined to go.

Just take it easy at first.

You got all the time in the world.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

Finally got another roll of 80-micron, Bill.

Okay, I'll get right... Bill? Typical.

Eight hundred million on robots and the phones don't work.

(SCREAMING)

Target achieved.

-What's going on? We do not know.

However, based upon the urgency of Professor Xavier's summons,

it would appear to be a matter of some importance.

You sure got a windy way of saying, "Get the lead out."

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Not quite what you were expecting, is it?

That, Professor, would be an unhderstatement.

I don't get it.

If it's for Gambit and Rogue, you're a week early.

Besides, isn't a catered ceremony a tad excessive?

You'll get your answer in about three seconds.

(SNIFFING)

l... I don't believe it.

Hiya, Wolverine. You should see your face.

Looks something like this.

(LAUGHS)

It's good to have you back, kid.

To quote the poet Villaquez,

"A return to the fold is truly one of life's greatest joys."

-Scott, it's been a long time. -A toast to Morph's homecoming.

JEAN: Charles, wait.

A news report on the mutant activities monitoring circuit.

I'm standing in front of Zydex Industries,

the target of a terrorist attack just hours ago.

Details are sketchy,

but sources suspect mutant involvement.

The army is being sent in to seal off the area.

MORPH: The army?

Indeed. It is rumored that Zydex has developed a synthetic polymer

with pervasive combat arena applications.

You wanna give us that in English?

They may have invented a plastic as thin as cloth,

yet 100 times stronger than steel.

Do you suspect someone, Professor?

If this is the next generation of weapons material,

and it were to fall into the wrong hands, whether mutant or human,

the consequences would be dire indeed.

We must learn more.

Morph and I'll go. What do you say, kid?

Ready to get back in the saddle?

(IMITATING JOHN WAYNE) Reckon I am, pilgrim.

Let's you and me head out and find us some poll-ee-mere rustlers.

Did he say wrestlers?

Rustlers, my sweaty rocket scientist.

As in cattle thieves, 19th-century North American,

here used as a loose metaphor for the polymer peculators.

-You will take it easy? -Sure, Doc.

(LAUGHS)

After we have some cake.

Let's do it.

Relax, soldier. I'm relieving you. Report back to base.

-But, sir, I was told to... -That's an order.

Yes, sir.

(LAUGHS)

Still haven't lost your touch, I see.

Just like riding a bicycle.

I should've ordered that solider to unlock this thing.

No problem.

Looks like you haven't lost your touch either.

(LAUGHS)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

-Feels like old times, huh, Wolverine? -Yeah.

Just for the record, Morph,

I always knew in my gut you'd be coming back.

You're not gonna get all mushy on me, are you?

I don't get mushy.

We're in. Looks like my place after a card game.

Make it fast, Wolverine.

The mini jet camera shows increased security activity.

Keep your shirt on, pretty boy. I don't need you to...

(SNIFFS)

CYCLOPS: Wolverine, what is it?

That smell.

Oh, no. Sentinels.

Easy, big guy, it's just me. Find anything?

Nothing. Come on, let's beat it.

It can't be.

(SCREAMS)

Morph.

-You knew. -Yeah.

Don't baby me. Either I'm on the team or I'm not!

I thought this one would be easy.

How awful for Morph,

to be once again confronted by that which so nearly destroyed him.

It is rather Melvillean.

Morph is not unlike Ahab, facing the great white whale.

Let us hope he has better luck.

The Sentinels are our worst nightmare come to life.

I prayed we had eliminated the last of the Sentinels.

They have but one purpose, to find, control and destroy mutants.

We cannot reason with them, only fight.

They are without conscience, without fear.

But the real question is, who has brought them back?

MASTERMOLD: Our mission remains unfinished.

Mutants still live.

The time has come for Mastermold to be reborn.

My new body shall be superior in strength to my shattered one,

with a skin that is virtually indestructible.

The same skin I shall use to create a new generation of Sentinels,

to replace those who were taken from me.

But there are those who must bear witnhess

to my resurrection.

Bring me Trask and Gyrich.

SENTINELS: We are not programmed to apprehend

non-mutant humans, Mastermold.

You are now.

And bring me the mutant who destroyed my body.

He shall pay the greatest price of all.

Don't blame Wolverine for his concern for you, Morph.

Near-death trauma is difficult for anyone to put behind him.

You may not be over yours.

-Moira warned me... -I'm fine! I'm ready.

We'll never know for sure if all of you hold my hand

every time things get tough.

-1 have to try. -Agreed.

But, please, do not take it badly

if I choose not to send you against the Sentinels

for your first assignment.

Self-confidence is a delicate thing. I want yours strong again.

I don't believe it.

JEAN: What's happening? STORM: Trouble.

(BEEPING)

Who pulled the plug?

COMPUTER: Mansion sensors detect intruders.

Intruders?

You're right about me facing the Sentinels, Professor.

I just hate to admit it.

-BEAST: Professor. -Yes, Beast.

BEAST: Defensive systems indicate multiple intruders.

-l sense no extraneous minds present. -There!

(SENTINELS APPROACHING)

SENTINEL: Target identified. BEAST: Professor, please, answer!

(BEEPING)

(GROANS)

Get back!

SENTINEL: Capture initiated.

-No! ~Allow me.

(GROANING)

(BEEPING)

(GRUNTING)

WOLVERINE: You ain't going nowhere!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

-Are you all right? -Who cares? They got Xavier.

-l... 1 froze, Logan. -Oh, Morph.

-Where have they taken him? -Somewhere to the Southwest.

Cerebro has recently lost contact.

He must be unconscious, or shielded from me somehow.

Moira was right.

I should never have come back SO SOON.

I could have done something, but I choked.

No one's accusing anyone of anything.

You don't have to! I know what happened.

I had him. I'm useless.

Both of you, shut up. I don't care who did what an hour ago.

Right now, we have to find Xavier.

Those tin cans exist to wipe us off the face of the planet.

Any suggestions?

BEAST: "A shatter'd visage lies, whose frown

"And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

"Tell that its sculptor well those passions read."

Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

I'd settle for it telling us who sent it and where it came from?

The surface memory circuits are damaged.

But perhaps I can access the central mnemonic core.

Delicate operation.

Just enough power to stimulate the electronic cortex,

but not enough to cause a surge in the damaged circuits.

Hmm. Fascinating.

Two sets of coordinates. The first is the location of the mansion.

What about the other set?

BEAST: Our old nemeses,

Henry Peter Gyrich and Dr. Bolivar Trask.

If these coordinates are correct, you shall be led right to them.

There wouldn't be any Sentinels if it weren't for those two dirt bags.

And we're gonna catch them.

-All of us? -No, Morph.

l... We need you to stay here.

Somebody has to remain in the War Room

in case the Professor tries to contact us.

I guess I can't blame you for not trusting me.

-Don't worry, pal. You'll get your shot. -CYCLOPS: Let's move it.

I'm not useless.

GYRICH: While you've been wasting your time, Trask, look what I've caught.

-TRASK: My notes! -Now clean it and cook it for lunch.

-I'm a scientist, Gyrich, not a fry cook. -Some scientist.

Because you couldn't control your creations,

we've got to hide in this stinking jungle for the rest of our lives!

You were the one who wanted to kidnap Kelly.

He's why we're here. Mastermold was perfect!

Yeah, so perfect he turned on us, or have you forgotten?

(THUDDING)

(SCREAMING)

TRASK: I created you. Put us down! That's an order!

Disregard human orders. We obey only Mastermold.

Mastermold?

(SCREAMING)

WOLVERINE: Hand him over.

Demon, be gone!

(GRUNTING)

Storm!

-They're both down. -We're going in.

Eliminate all resistance.

Come on, Trask. Let's get out of here!

SENTINEL: Target humans escaping.

(SCREAMING)

WOLVERINE: Come on. They're getting away.

They are prisoners of the Sentinels, just as the Professor is.

Well, if they didn't send them, who did?

BEAST: I believe we shall soon find out.

MORPH: Beast was easy on you.

You'll tell me all your secrets, even I have to blow them out of you.

Another set of coordinates?

They're looking for the Professor in the wrong place.

(COUGHING)

I've got to tell Scott. No. I have to do this alone.

XAVIER: What do you want, Mastermold?

Why have you brought us here?

From the two traitors, I want nothing but the use of their hands.

But from you, Professor, I want something infinitely more personal.

I want your mind.

You want what?

A cybernetic link with my electronic brain

will increase the unique powers of your mind a thousandfold,

and place them at my command.

What you humans might call high irony,

using the greatest of all mutant minds

to help eliminate mutantkind from the planet.

You're mad, Mastermold.

A machine cannot be mad, Professor. That is a human failing.

Prepare him for the operation.

-Hands off, Mastermold. -Yeah. His brain stays put, pal.

Annihilate all mutant intruders.

(WOLVERINE SCREAMING IN RAGE)

(GRUNTS)

Help me. Please. Someone!

(SCREAMING)

Foolish mutant. We exist to destroy you.

You will never stop my children.

-That's where you're wrong. -WOLVERINE: Morph, get out of here.

We do not fear you. Eliminate him.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Nol

Everybody out. Now!

Nice shooting, Morph. Looks like you're back after all.

Yeah. Kind of seems like old times.

I appreciate you saying that, but I can't stay.

What do you mean? Part of that cave fall on your head?

I came through today,

but what about tomorrow or next week?

Moira was right. I'm not ready yet. I was just too bull-headed to admit it.

-Goodbye, Logan. -Morph, wait.

Let him go, Wolverine. Morph knows what's best.

XAVIER: If he can, he'll come back.

He'll always be an X-Man.