X-Men: The Last Stand (X-Men 3) (X-Men: The Last Stand)

I still don't know why I'm here.

Couldn't you just make them say yes?

Yes, I could, but it's not my way.

And I would expect you, of all people,

would understand my feelings about the misuse of power.

Ah, "power corrupts" and all that. Yes, I know, Charles.

- When are you going to stop lecturing me? - When you start listening.

And you're here because I need you.

We're not gonna have to meet every one of them in person, are we?

No. This one's special.

What a beautiful campus.

- John, don't you think? - Yes, the brochure is great.

But what about Jean? What about her... illness?

- Illness? - John.

You think your daughter is sick, Mr. Grey?

Perhaps it would be best if we were to speak to her, alone.

Of course. Jean?

Can you come down, dear?

We'll, uh, leave you then.

It's very rude, you know, to read my thoughts or Mr. Lehnsherr's...

without our permission.

Did you think you were the only one of your kind, young lady?

We're mutants, Jean. We are like you.

Really? I doubt that.

Oh, Charles.

I like this one.

You have more power than you can imagine, Jean.

The question is, will you control that power...

or let it control you?

Warren? Son, is everything all right?

- What's going on in there? - Nothing! I'll be right out.

Come on. You've been in there for over an hour. Open the door.

- Warren? - One second!

Open this door!

Warren?

Let me in there right now! Open the door!

Oh, God.

Not you.

Dad, I'm sorry.

The whole world's goin' to hell, you're just gonna sit there? Let's go.

Bobby!

Thanks, Kitty.

- We're getting killed out here. - Yeah, I know. They're not ready, Storm.

- Logan. - Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch.

That was my last cigar.

Logan!

It's getting closer!

- Come on! Let's keep moving! - Hey, Tin Man! Come here!

- How's your throwing arm? - Logan, we work as a team.

Yeah, good luck with that. Throw me. Now!

Damn it, Logan! Don't do this!

Class dismissed.

Hey, Colossus, nice throw.

Simulation complete.

What the hell was that?

- Danger Room session. - You know what I mean.

- Oh, lighten up, Storm. - Look, you can't just change the rules when you feel like it.

- I'm tryin' to teach 'em something. - I taught 'em something.

- It was a defensive exercise. - Yeah. Best defense is a good offense.

- Or is it the other way around? - This isn't a game, Logan.

Well, you sure fooled me.

Hey, I'm just a sub. You got a problem, talk to Scott.

- Scott! - Jean.

Scott. Scott.

Scott. Scott.

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

Well, you don't seem fine. You seem like you're avoiding me.

- I mean, something's wrong. - What's wrong is I can't touch my boyfriend without killin' him.

- Other than that, I'm wonderful. - Hey.

I don't think that's fair. Have I ever put any pressure on you?

You're a guy, Bobby. Your mind's only on one thing.

Hey, Scott, they were lookin' for you downstairs. You didn't show.

- What do you care? - Well, for starters, I had to cover your ass.

- I didn't ask you to. - No, you didn't.

The professor did. I was just passing through.

- So pass through, Logan. - Hey, look.

- I know how you feel. - Don't.

- When Jean died... - I said don't.

Maybe it's time for us to move on.

Not everybody heals as fast as you, Logan.

- Mr. Secretary? - Yes.

- The meeting's begun, sir. - Thank you.

- Mr. President. - Have a seat, Hank.

Homeland Security was tracking Magneto.

We got hits in Lisbon, Geneva, Montreal.

NAVSAT lost him crossing the border.

But we did get a consolation prize.

We picked her up breaking into the F.D.A., of all places.

Do you know who she's been imitating? Secretary Trask here.

Yes, sir. She can do that.

Not anymore, she can't. We got her.

- You think your prisons can hold her? - We have some new prisons, Hank.

We'll keep them mobile. Be a step ahead this time.

Where is Magneto?

Raven?

Raven, I asked you a question.

I don't answer to my slave name.

Raven Darkholme. That's your real name, isn't it?

Or has he convinced you you don't have a family anymore?

My family tried to kill me, you pathetic meat sack.

Okay, then. Mystique.

Where is he?

In here with us.

I don't want to play games with you. I want answers.

You don't want to play games with me?

You are gonna stop this. Tell me, where is Magneto?

You want to know where he is?

Homo sapien!

You know her capture will only provoke Magneto.

But having her does give us some diplomatic leverage.

On principle, I can't negotiate with these people.

I thought that's why you appointed me, sir.

Yes, it is.

- But that's not why you called me here. - No.

This is. It's what she stole from the F.D.A.

Dear Lord.

- Is it viable? - We believe it is.

You realize the level of impact this will have on the mutant community?

Yes, I do. That's precisely why we need some of your... diplomacy now.

When an individual acquires great power,

the use or misuse of that power is everything.

Will it be for the greater good?

Or will it be used for personal or for destructive ends?

Now, this is a question we must all ask ourselves.

Why? Because we are mutants.

For psychics, this presents a particular problem.

When is it acceptable to use our power, and when do we cross that invisible line...

that turns us into tyrants over our fellow man?

But Einstein said that ethics are an exclusive human concern...

without any superhuman authority behind it.

Einstein wasn't a mutant... so far as we know.

Now, this case study was sent to me by a colleague, Dr. Moira MacTaggert. Jones?

The man you see here was born with no higher-level brain functions.

His organs and nervous system work, but he has no consciousness to speak of.

Now, what if we were to transfer the consciousness of one person,

say a father off our with terminal cancer, into the body of this man?

How are we to decide what falls within the range of ethical behavior and what...

Professor?

We'll continue this tomorrow.

Class dismissed.

The forecast was for sunny skies.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I don't have to be psychic to see that something's bothering you.

I don't understand.

Magneto's a fugitive. We have a mutant in the cabinet, a president who understands us.

- Why are we still hiding? - We're not hiding. But we still have enemies out there.

And I must protect my students. You know that.

Yes, but we can't be students forever.

Storm, I hadn't thought of you as my student for years.

In fact, I thought that, perhaps, you might take my place some day.

- But Scott's... - Scott's a changed man. He took Jean's death so hard.

Yes, things are better out there.

But you, of all people, know how fast the weather can change.

There's something you're not tellin' us.

Hank?

Ororo! Charles.

Oh!

- I love what you've done with your hair. - Mmm. You too.

- Thanks. - Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.

Henry, you are always welcome here. You're a part of this place.

- I have news. - Is it Eric?

No. Though we have been making some progress on that front.

- Mystique was recently apprehended. - Who's the furball?

Hank McCoy, Secretary of Mutant Affairs.

Right, right. The secretary. Nice suit.

- Henry, this is Logan. He's, uh... - Wolverine.

- I hear you're quite an animal. - Look who's talkin'.

You know Magneto's gonna come get Mystique, right?

Magneto's not the problem. At least not our most pressing one.

A major pharmaceutical company has developed a mutant antibody...

- a way to suppress the mutant "X" gene. - Suppress?

Permanently. They're calling it a cure.

- Well, that's ridiculous. You can't cure being a mutant. - Well, scientifically speaking...

Since when did we become a disease? How can anybody in their right...

Storm. They're announcing it now.

These so-called mutants are people just like us.

Their affliction is nothing more than a disease,

a corruption of healthy cellular activity.

But I stand here today to tell you there's hope.

And this site, once the world's most famous prison,

will now be the source of freedom for all mutants who choose it.

Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present...

the answer to mutation.

Finally, we have a cure.

Who would want this cure? I mean, what kind of coward would take it just to fit in?

Is it cowardice to save oneself from persecution?

Not all of us can fit in so easily. You don't shed on the furniture.

Well, for all we know, the government helped cook this up.

- I can assure you the government had nothing to do with this. - Well, I've heard that before.

My boy, I have been fighting for mutant rights since before you had claws.

Did he just call me "boy"?

Is it true? They can cure us?

Yes, Rogue. It appears to be true.

No, Professor. They can't cure us.

You want to know why? Because there's nothin' to cure.

Nothing's wrong with you. Or any of us, for that matter.

How should we, as mutants, respond? Here's what I think.

This is about getting organized, bringing our complaints to the right people.

We need to put together a committee and talk to the government.

They don't understand. They don't know what it means to be a mutant.