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[crowd cheering] Touchdown! Touchdown!

Touchdown! Touchdown!

-[man] Yeah! -B-B-B-A-Y-V-V-I-L-L-E,

Go Bayville!

B-B-B-A-Y-V-V-I-L-L-E, Go Bayville!

[crowd screaming] Yeah!

Blue 22! Blue 22! Hut! Hut!

[grunting]

[crowd cheering] Touchdown! Touchdown!

-[thud] -[whistle]

[announcer] Touchdown, Bayville!

Hey, Jean, did you get that for the yearbook?

No. This one's for my personal collection.

-[tension music] -[announcer] Duncan Matthews

does it again, this time with quarterback keeper.

The Bayville Hawks seem to have this one wrapped up

with time running out.

Hey, look at that. Tolansky's at it again.

-[giggling] -Oh, man. That's unbelievable.

[announcer] Looks like the Hawks are a shoo-in for the playoffs.

Hey, coach. Could we be excused for a second?

Y-Yeah, yeah. Just hustle back.

[chuckling] We're kidding.

-[man] This is gonna be great. -Great, man.

-Oh, man. My cash. -Huh?

Hey, check it. Looks like someone's taking up a collection.

Wow, should we call the cops?

Hold that option open.

-[ominous music] -[hubbub]

[whistle]

Got another one. Whoa!

-[grumble] -[Duncan] Well, hey.

If it ain't Toady Tolansky picking up a little spare change.

[stuttering] Uh, hi, Duncan. Look, I can explain.

-Let's crush him, Dunc! -[Scott] Let's not, Dunc.

Just chill. The wallets are still there.

How about we have him give back the cash? No harm done.

Yeah, yeah. See? Here's the money.

What do you care about this scuzzo, Summers?

Not much, but I'm not crazy about three against one either.

So, how about we settle this peacefully?

I think me and my buds are gonna squash this slime ball,

so you and your stupid sunglasses at night can just bail.

-[screaming] -[grunting]

[grumbles]

[groans]

-[Scott] I said, knock it off! -[Duncan] Hey!

-[groaning] -Hey!

He's getting away!

[thud] [groans]

Big mistake, Summers.

-[grunts] -[thuds]

Scott? No!

-[screams] -Scott!

[groans]

[tension music]

[crowd screaming]

[theme music playing]

[police radio chatter]

[Jean] Hmm. It's too hot to touch,

at least with my hands.

[Jean] You OK?

Jean. Oh, wow. I--

Shh. I know.

Look, you'd better split.

[sigh]

[man] Take it easy, son. Try not to move.

What happened here?

Um, my head. Can't remember.

Concussion. He's been hit hard.

Hmm.

Looks to me like...

Hmm? Uh, of course.

Must have been a leak in that propane tank.

Duncan, are you all right?

Hey, Jean. Yeah. You know me. Skull like concrete. Ow.

Oh. You poor baby.

[rock music]

[footsteps]

Uh, thanks. Really, you know?

Yeah.

[buzzing]

-[gulps] -[tension music]

Things are under control for now,

but we better hurry. We've got a train to catch.

-[Storm] Kurt? -[Professor X] That's not Kurt.

This is.

[motorcycle engine]

[country western music playing]

[Logan] Hmm. Trouble at home.

[stuttering] You... you want that paper?

-[rustle] -That's why I'm holding it, bub.

Bottle of water, too. Cold.

Warm weather we're having for this time of year.

-[claws slice] -Huh?

[sighs]

[Logan] Recycle that, will you?

[birds chirping]

[growls]

[Scott] Ah, give it up, Jean.

It's hopeless.

-[pop music playing] -I'll be done in a second.

[Scott] Come on. We're gonna be late.

-Almost done! -Look, you want me to

-blow this door... down? -So, are we going or what?

[Scott] We're heading out, professor.

[Professor X] Just a moment, you two. Come here.

I'd like you to meet someone.

This is Kurt Wagner.

He arrived late last night.

Hey, Kurt. This is Jean. I'm Scott. How you doing?

Kurt, you're among friends here.

[Kurt] Hello.

[clears throat] I was just telling Kurt

how I set up this institute for gifted youngsters.

Youngsters whose gifts are not always an asset. Right, Scott?

Uh, so you heard about last night?

Difficult not to. It was on all the news channels.

It was a bad situation, and there was an accident.

I'm sorry.

I know. Fortunately no one was badly hurt,

and the true cause was not discovered. But you must be more careful, Scott.

Come on, professor! I'm packing a bazooka behind each eyeball!

What do you want from me?

Control, Scott. That's what you're here to learn.

That's why you're all here.

Scott's eyes emit a destructive optic blast beam.

Cool.

How about you, Kurt?

Got a special gift that brought you here?

Maybe.

-Wow. -Wow.

I'll be helping Kurt get settled in. We can talk more tonight.

[hip hop music]

Mr. Tolansky.

[sniffing]

Oh, excuse me a moment while I open a window.

There. Now, Toad,

shall we talk about your new friend, Scott Summers?

What about him? He's cool. Heck, if it wasn't for him,

them jocks would've stomped my skull flat.

Yes, well...

Summers, as you've noticed, has special powers.

There are others like him.

We need to know more. Much more.

Oh, look. I don't want--

[deep voice] Silence! You'll do as you're told!

Understand?

Whoa.

This bedroom is mine?

[chuckles] Of course, Kurt.

That's why your parents sent you to us.

Because they knew you would be happy here.

Happy? How can I be happy when I look like this?

I scare people.

Hmm. I have a surprise for you, Kurt.

Put this on.

-[beep] -I don't believe it!

I... I'm normal.

Of course you're normal, Kurt, but not because of that machine.

Storm is right, Kurt.

Normal is what you truly are.

Never think otherwise.

This is just a disguise.

A disguise so that you'll not be persecuted

by those who do not understand your gifts.

I understand, professor. But nonetheless, you rule!

[chuckle]

[chattering]

Hey, see you in the cafeteria.

Just grabbing my lunch. Save me a seat.

-Yo, Summers. -[Scott] Huh?

What's up?

-That's quite a jump. -Like it?

Surprised you could see it through them smokies of yours.

Here, let me help.

Hey!

What's the matter, Summers?

Afraid to... open your eyes?

Obviously we both know what'll happen if I do.

Now give me back my shades before I go nuclear on you.

You got it.

[grunts]

Well, as you can see, you and me, we got something in common.

Yeah, now we're both slimy.

Nope. I mean we ain't like other people.

-And your point is? -I just want to talk.

You know, get to know each other better.

You know,

maybe do lunch.

-I'll think about it. -Sure.

You think about it, Summers. I got other stuff to do.

[grunting]

[alarm]

Hmm. So, out in the open.

[telephone ringing]

-Hello, Scott. -Man, professor.

You know it always weirds me out when you do that.

Sorry. What are you calling about?

[Scott] One of the students here, he's, uh, kinda like us.

-Yes. Todd Tolansky. -You know him?

Cerebro just got a reading.

He must be using his powers openly now.

Anyway, he's not the kind of guy I'd really want to share a room with.

I mean, to put it bluntly,

he's got the personal hygiene of a dead pig.

We cannot turn our backs on anyone, Scott. You know that.

Yeah, I know. So, should I bring him in?

No need, Scott.

Speak with you later.

What's that thing, professor?

This thing is Cerebro.

It detects the manifestation of special powers.

That's how I found you.

So, this guy is one of us?

[Professor X] That remains to be seen.

-Storm? -Yes, professor?

I wonder if you could audition someone for me.

[chirping]

[chuckles] Cake.

[ominous music]

[wind whistling]

[thunder rumbling]

Wow. Now, that is just freaky.

-[grunts] -[grumbling]

[screaming]

-[screaming] -[thud]

[grunting]

Whoa! What are you? Some kind of ratty plush toy?

[sniffing, sighing]

The name's Nightcrawler,

and at least I don't reek like unwashed lederhosen.

You blue-furred freak!

[grunts] Huh?

Hmm...

[Nightcrawler] As you say in America...

♪ Neener, neener, neener! ♪

They ain't gonna help you, boy. [grunts]

[groans]

[Nightcrawler] You're so slow!

[chuckles]

[growls]

[Nightcrawler] You couldn't catch flies on a windshield.

-[grunts] -[Todd] Fight like a man!

[Professor X] Yes, Tolansky is indeed gifted.

He could be one of us.

Sometimes, professor, I feel your good heart

-blinds even you from the truth. -[screaming]

[Nightcrawler] Come on, now! Over here! Over here!

I'm gonna rip your pointy tail off, you fuzzy gecko!

[Todd] You little Wookie boy, come here.

I'm gonna-- Oh, come back!

Don't make me come over there. Don't make me!

Oh, now you're starting to tick me off.

-Ha! -[grunting]

This test is over.

Todd Tolansky does have the special gift of the X-gene.

He is welcome to join us If he so desires.

Only thing I desire is blue boy's fuzzy head!

[grunts]

[Nightcrawler and Todd screaming]

[Nightcrawler and Todd screaming]

[groaning]

[Nightcrawler] What's in here? Where are we?

You asking me, fool? You brought us here.

Ah! And I think I'm about to regret it. Whoa!

[Professor X] Scott! Jean! Nightcrawler

and Todd have teleported into the Danger Room!

Oh, man! The Danger Room has automated defenses!

It'll attack them with everything it's got!

-[tension music] -[Professor X] Get in there, now!

Huh?

[grumbling]

[Nightcrawler] That was close!

[Todd grunting]

[screaming]

[mumbling]

I've got the cannons. Keep them clear of the tentacles.

On it!

[grumbling]

[groans]

You are an angel.

[giggling] On occasion. How about you?

-Are you a demon? -[Todd] Ah, I just bought that!

-[groan] -[thud]

[Scott] Tolansky, over here!

Security code override. Priority X.

Voice print, Charles Xavier.

[computer voice] Confirmed. Shut-down in five seconds.

Ah, now I get it. It's a training area.

Watch.

I just pull the plug and--

Ah!

[screaming]

Forget this, man. I've seen enough. I am out of here.

Tolansky! [groans]

[sighs] Sorry, professor.

-I couldn't stop him. -It's all right, Cyclops.

He wasn't ready to be one of us.

[Nightcrawler] I blew it too, professor. I'm sorry.

You've been wonderful, but I guess...

-I... I just don't belong here. -[Professor X] Nightcrawler, wait!

No, sweat, professor. I'll take care of it.

-[groans] -[thud]

[ominous music]

Wow!

Going somewhere, bub?

-[sniffs] -[Professor X] No, Logan!

Let him go.

[chuckles]

-[sighs] -[screams]

[Todd] That's some crazy stuff back there, man.

I came back here 'cause I smelled trouble brewing.

[sniffs]

Of course, maybe it was just stink boy there.

I wish it was. Welcome home, old friend.

We've missed you.

[electronic music]

What is this?

[door slides open]

The SR-77 Blackbird. Twice as fast as the SR-71

and with three times the range and firepower.

-It's nice, eh? -It's so good. Is it yours?

Please tell me you get to fly it.

It's ours. And if you stick around for a while,

I'll show you how to pilot this bad boy.

So, what do you say?

-You want to be part of our team? -Me?

I almost got you killed a few minutes ago.

Yeah. Don't do that again.

But look, we all mess up sometimes. I know I do.

That's why we're all here, to learn not to make mistakes like that.

That's why we'd like you to stay.

And you don't mind the... the way I look?

Dude, just don't hassle me about my shades,

and we'll call it even.

We have a deal, then.

Welcome to the team. Come on.

I'll show you where they hide the sodas.

[clank]

[Mystique] I can't believe this!

You were actually inside , and you ran away?

Hey, I freaked. So sue me. I did what I could.

And no doubt the good professor wiped your mind

so you can't remember anything!

[door opens]

Get out!

[screaming] [groaning]

Ah!

[man] Do not be so hard on the boy, Mystique.

We don't want to thin our ranks, now do we?

No, sir. I'll be more careful.

[man] Mind you are.

[groans]

[Magneto] Remember, this is only the beginning.

[theme music playing]