Coming Soon

[SCREEN FADES IN ON A PICTURE OF FOREST--SOMEWHERE IN VIRGINIA, OR PERHAPS WEST VIRGINIA. NEAR SUNSET, WITH SOFT, GOLDEN LIGHTING. QUIET, INSPIRATIONAL STRING MUSIC PLAYS.]

NARRATOR (ADULT MAN, WITH MELLOW SOUTHERN ACCENT--SOMEONE LIKE MATTHEW MCCONAUGHEY, OR MAYBE WOODY HARRELSON. OR CHANNING TATUM, HE'S BIG RIGHT NOW, ISN'T HE? OR IS HE NOT SOUTHERN? MAYBE WE'RE THINKING OF SOMEONE ELSE. ANYWAY...): It wasn't easy, growing up near the mines...

[CUT TO A SCENE OF A YOUNGISH MAN OUTSIDE A RAMSHACKLE HOME, WEARING A SUIT AND GLASSES--CLEARLY AN INTELLECTUAL. HE'S TALKING TO A TWELVE-YEAR OLD BOY WHO LOOKS RAGGEDY, BUT ADORABLE.]

MAN: Where's your father, son?

BOY: Don't have no pa, sir.

MAN (LOOKING SOLEMN): Then where's your mother?

BOY (LOOKING VAGUELY ASHAMED): Workin'.

[CUT TO THE FOREST. MORE OF THE REALLY PRETTY GOLDEN LIGHT.]

NARRATOR: Felt like sometimes, I didn't have a friend in the world.

[THE BOY RUNS THROUGH THE FOREST, LEAPING OVER STUMPS AND ROCKS. HIS FACE IS FILLED WITH A FURY HE CANNOT EXPRESS SAVE THROUGH MOTION. SUDDENLY, HE TRIPS OVER A ROCK AND SPILLS HEADLONG, FALLING DOWN A SLOPE TO COME UP RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE END OF A HOLLOW, ROTTED LOG. HIS EYES WIDEN IN FEAR AS HE SEES WHAT'S INSIDE.]

NARRATOR: But that was before I met Little Bub.

[A BABY WOLVERINE CRAWLS OUT OF THE HOLLOW LOG, NUZZLING AGAINST THE BOY AS IF TO SAY, "FEED ME?"]

CAPTION: In a town without hope...

[THE BOY RUNNING AGAIN, ONLY THIS TIME WITH THE WOLVERINE AT HIS SIDE. IT'S NOTICEABLY LARGER, AND THE BOY LOOKS TO HAVE A WILD GRIN ON HIS FACE.]

CAPTION: Sometimes love...is where you make it.

[CUT TO THE MAN, TALKING TO A WOMAN WHO LOOKS WEARY AND CYNICAL, YET STILL HOT. CAN WE MAYBE GET SCARLETT JOHANSSONN, PUT HER IN A GRANDMA DRESS?]

MAN: I am just trying to help you.

WOMAN (OBVIOUSLY THE BOY'S MOTHER): Well, you can't. This isn't a place where things like that happen, so don't come asking! Because I don't!

[CUT TO THE BOY, BEING PUSHED AROUND BY BULLIES. SUDDENLY, THE WOLVERINE BITES ONE OF THEM COMICALLY ON THE BUTT.]

BULLY: YeeeeeOWWWW!

[CUT TO THE MOM, CLEARLY TERRIFIED AND FURIOUS.]

MOM: You stay away from that wolverine, you hear me, boy?!

BOY: But he's my only friend!

[CUT TO THE BOY RUNNING AGAIN, THIS TIME IN THE FOREST IN THE NIGHTTIME. HE'S NERVOUS NOW, BUT THE WOLVERINE IS RUNNING ALONGSIDE HIM.]

NARRATOR: I guess you could say I became a man, that summer.

[CUT TO BOY, KISSING A GIRL FOR THE FIRST TIME. THE WOLVERINE IS PLAYING AT THEIR FEET.]

NARRATOR: The summer I found...

TITLE CARD: THE WOLVERINE.

CAPTION: When you can't believe in anyone else...believe in your heart.





........admit it. This is what you all think of when you hear that title, isn't it?