WOLVERINE: Previously on Wolverine and the X-Men.
Let me out of here, Po-pos!
You don't know who you're dealing with.
(GRUNTING)
Give Senator Kelly a little message from the Brotherhood.
There's no stopping the mutants.
And we're coming for him next.
KELLY: The Brotherhood is now threatening me.
Am I scared?
Yes, as you should be,
because mutants are a danger to us all,
despite the protection of these fine officers from the MRD.
They're waging war on us, people.
It's time we fight back.
- With this. - (PEOPLE GASPING)
The Sentinel Prowler.
(BEEPING)
DOMINO: We're not the ones who picked this fight, Rogue.
We're just standing up for ourselves.
And now they want us to register.
Come on, what's next, locking us up?
They're going to hit Senator Kelly at the press conference.
How do you want to handle this?
We stop them.
- Oh! - We're too late! It's happening.
Shadowcat, phase us in!
They're not here.
(SNARLS)
We were set up.
I've been assured by the President
that the Mutant Registration Act will be signed tomorrow.
So, the Brotherhood, the X-Men, your days are numbered.
(SIREN WAILING)
(PANTING)
(WHIMPERS)
(WHIMPERING)
No!
No! No!
(CLAMORING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(BEEPING)
(BEEPS)
(GASPS)
ZANE: That's it.
That's what I want.
A collar? What's it supposed to do?
This.
(STRUGGLES)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
It shuts down mutant powers.
Oh, and you want us to take it from the X-Men.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oh, yeah. Well, good luck with that, lady.
I'm sorry.
I was under the impression the Thieves' Guild actually had thieves in it.
GAMBIT: I'll steal it for you, chère.
The question is, can you afford me?
(WHIMPERS)
(GROWLS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROWLS)
Well, I guess this is goodbye.
WOLVERINE: You don't have to go back to Brazil, you know.
We got plenty of room at the Institute.
Amara!
I can't.
If you ever change your mind, it's a standing invitation.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Uh... Amara, I have to take the collar back.
Please, let me keep it.
I would, but unfortunately it ain't healthy to wear it too long.
(SIGHS) Okay.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
So, how did it work? It did work, right?
Were her powers successfully inhibited?
Oh, yeah, just in time to save a building full of people.
You don't sound happy.
The MRD chased that poor girl into a populated area.
Why?
Oh, so everyone could see a mutant putting the public in danger.
Senator Kelly's way of excusing his crusade.
But you did good, Forge.
Just make it safer for long-term use.
We'll be needing it.
Yeah, see you in the morning.
(BEEPING)
(GRUNTING)
I'm doing my best here, Charles. I really am.
But there are kids out there who are struggling with their powers.
And I just can't help them like you could.
Well, night, Chuck.
(EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE)
(SNIFFS)
- (SNIFFS) - (EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SNIFFS)
- The collar as promised. - (CAR ENGINE STARTING)
Your fee. As promised.
And a bonus.
- For? - Your silence.
This transaction never happened.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
They never do.
Phase one complete. We have the collar.
KELLY: Thank you, Ms. Zane.
You may proceed as planned.
Ah!
I sense someone is angry, yeah? Yes.
WOLVERINE: The collar, bub. Now!
Too late, my friend.
It has already been converted into cash.
(GROWLS)
So, who has it?
I didn't get her name,
but she may have given me her card.
Ah, yes.
Oh, no, sorry. It's one of mine.
(GRUNTING)
(GROWLS)
(EXCLAIMING IN FRENCH)
I trust you have had enough.
Oh, I'm just getting started.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Let's try us a new deal.
You didn't let me cut the deck.
Now, who'd you sell the collar to?
Rule number one of the Thieves' Guild,
never reveal the client.
(GRUNTS) That collar, it'll be used against mutants.
- You knew that, right? - Yes, I knew that.
And you still sold out your kind for a little cash.
(DISAGREEING IN FRENCH)
I sold out my kind for a large amount of cash.
There is a difference.
- This cash? - Exactly.
No!
- Are you insane? - Probably.
'Cause I'm gonna hire you.
Just lead me to your buyer, and I'll pay you double.
You somehow under the impression I know where she is.
Rule number two of the Thieves' Guild, always know your customers.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(EXCLAIMS)
(BEEPING)
I've warned you before, Ms. Zane!
You cannot simply drive a vehicle into the main lab.
The exhaust fumes will contaminate the work environment.
Begin reverse engineering this device immediately.
- You actually got it? - Of course.
And I want to be updated on your progress.
In the meantime, I'll be checking the status
of your other projects.
Why, doesn't the Senator trust me?
After your fiasco with the Prowler, you're lucky to still have a job.
Incredible.
It appears the mutant fight has just shifted in our favor.
What is this place?
Don't know, but my client come here quite often.
(SNIFFS) Nitrous oxide residue and high-octane fuel.
She do like to drive fast.
Well, if she's into living dangerously, this is her lucky day.
What? Excuse me!
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
Where do you think you're going?
(GROWLING) In there.
You hired me for my skills, huh?
Then allow me to use them.
Don't see what's wrong with just slashing my way in there,
kicking everybody through a wall and taking the collar back.
(LAUGHS) An excellent Plan B.
But let's start with a little more subtle approach, shall we?
(GRUNTING)
So, now what? Air ducts?
(SCOFFS) Only in the world of cinema.
In real life, they never hold.
(GRUNTS)
Are you always this much help?
Yep.
That's my client, Cybil Zane.
Beautiful, huh?
If not for rule number three,
which sadly prevents me and her from...
Yeah, spare me the details.
That scoundrel, however, I do not know.
(GROWLING)
WOLVERINE: Name's Bolivar Trask.
He's the gadget man behind the MRD,
which means it's Senator Kelly who wanted the collar.
Ah, well, for an added fee,
I can devise a strategy for stealing the collar back, then you...
- Let's just go with mine. - Which is?
Plan B.
(GRUNTS)
Bad move.
Hmm, I don't think so, chère.
Now, hand over that collar.
We had a deal.
And now we have a new one. You give me the collar,
and I convince my friend to leave you in one piece.
(WOLVERINE GROWLING)
(GROWLS)
Get away from my car.
As you wish.
(GRUNTING)
And once again, the prize is mine.
This seem like a good time to renegotiate our agreement, no?
I don't recommend it.
Sorry, but double pay is just not enough,
especially putting up with you.
(WINCING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(EXCLAIMS)
(POWERING UP)
(BEEPING)
(SCREAMING)
The Prowlers are running wild! Go!
What are you waiting for? Drop that thing!
No problem. Just give me the collar.
What? Are you out of your mind?
The collar, please.
All right, here.
So long, Wolverine.
(SCREAMS)
That swine!
(LAUGHS)
We need better locks.