“Deadpool” Full Script (20th Century Fox)


Deadpool (2016) full script (20th Century Fox) (Not necessarily the final shooting script)



Deadpool sits in the back of a taxi cab. He takes a pamphlet for ‘Haunted Segway Tours’, folds it up, and puts it in his pocket. He plays with the window. He puts his finger in some gum on the ceiling. He tries flicking it off, but it ends up on the camera lense. He picks it off. Cut to the taxi driver. Suddenly, Deadpool sticks his head up front.

DEADPOOL: Kinda lonesome back here.

He begins climbing up into the passenger seat, grunting.

DEADPOOL: Little help?

DOPINDER: Sir, I have to keep my hands on the wheel.

DEADPOOL: Excuse me.

He finishes climbing into the seat and rights himself. The cabbie extends his hand.

DOPINDER: Dopinder.

DEADPOOL: Pool. Dead.

They shake hands. Deadpool notices a picture of a woman on Dopinder’s dashboard.

DEADPOOL: Mmm. Nice.

DOPINDER: Smells good, no?

DEADPOOL: Not the Daffodil Daydream. The girl.

DOPINDER: Ah, yes. Gita. She is quite lovely. She would have made me a very agreeable wife, but, um… Gita’s heart has been stolen by my cousin Bantu. He is as dishonorable as he is attractive.

DEADPOOL: Dopinder, I’m starting to think there’s a reason I’m in this cab today.

DOPINDER: Yes, sir, you called for it, remember?

DEADPOOL: No, my slender, brown friend. Love is a beautiful thing. When you find it, the whole world tastes like Daffodil Daydream.


DEADPOOL: So you gotta hold onto love. Tight!

Deadpool makes a fist. Dopinder copies him.

DEADPOOL: And never let go. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. Got it?

Dopinder nods.


DEADPOOL: Or else the whole world tastes like Mama June after hot yoga.

DOPINDER: Sir, what does Miss Mama June taste like?

DEADPOOL: Like two hobos fucking in a shoe filled with piss.

DOPINDER: Okay, stop.

DEADPOOL: I can go all day, Dopinder. The point is, it’s bad.

DOPINDER: It’s bad. Uh, why the fancy red suit Mr. Pool?

DEADPOOL: Oh, that’s because it’s Christmas Day, Dopinder. And I’m after someone on my naughty list. I’ve been waiting one year, three weeks, six days, and oh…

He checks his Adventure Time watch.

DEADPOOL: Fourteen minutes to make him fix what he did to me.

DOPINDER: And what did he do to you?

DEADPOOL: This shit.

Deadpool lifts up his mask, revealing his horribly scarred face.



Francis sits on top of a crate. A helicopter lands a few yards away. Some men get off. One in particular approaches him. Francis smiles and taps on a crate, standing up.

FRANCIS: They won’t disappoint.

MAN: They better not. What about next month’s shipment?

FRANCIS: There won’t be one. You’re not the only one with a war to win.

MAN: That won’t do.

FRANCIS: See, we’ve had this small disruption to our supply chain.

Francis grabs the man by the throat and lifts him into the air.

FRANCIS: We’d appreciate your patience.

MAN: Okay!

FRANCIS: We’ll deliver in full the following month.

Francis drops the man, who chokes a little.

FRANCIS: Pleasure doing business with you.

He walks away. He and his men leave.

MAN: Fucking mutant.

Some men grab the crates. Francis’s convoy drives off.


Deadpool begins patting his costume, looking for something. He looks in the backseat.

DEADPOOL: Aw, shit! I forgot my ammo bag!

DOPINDER: Shall we turn back?

DEADPOOL: Nope, no time. Fuck it. I got this. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve bullets, or bust. We’re here!

Dopinder slams on the breaks. They’re on the middle of a bridge over a highway.

DOPINDER: That’s uh, twenty seven fifty.

DEADPOOL: I, I never carry a wallet while I’m working. Ruins the lines of my suit.


DEADPOOL: But, uh, how ‘bout a crisp high-five!


The high-five.

DEADPOOL: Merry Christmas.

DOPINDER: And a trivial Tuesday in April to you too, Mr. Pool!

Deadpool gets out of the cab. Cut to him sitting on the side of the bridge. He’s listening to music and coloring a picture with crayons. Deadpool sings along. We see that the picture he’s drawing is him shooting Francis in the head. He then turns his head to the camera.

DEADPOOL: Wha- Oh! Oh, hello. I know, right? Who’s balls did I have to fondle to get my very own movie? I can’t tell you, but it does rhyme with Pullverine. And let me tell you; (In an Australian accent) he’s got a nice pair of smooth criminals down under. Anyway, I got places to be, a face to fix, and - oh! Bad guys to kill.

Deadpool spots Francis’s convoy.

DEADPOOL: Maximum effort.

He walks off of the side of the bridge, landing in one of the cars in the convoy. He beats all of the men in the car, sending one flying out the back, and barely holding on. Deadpool laughs at him. One of the men takes his head and slams it into a car seat.

DEADPOOL: Rich, corinthian leather.

He beats the man holding him down and snaps his neck.

DEADPOOL: I’m looking for Francis. Have you seen this man?

He holds up his crayon drawing. The man repeatedly shovesDeadpool’s head into the car radio, changing the channel.Someone rides up on a motorcycle next to the car. They fire into the car indiscriminately, killing everyone but Deadpool and the driver. Deadpool kicks the door open, sending the person on the motorcycle flying. The guy holding on to the back of the car starts to pull himself up. Deadpool holds the gas pedal down, and they crash into the car in front of them. Deadpool places both of the men in headlocks. He takes out the cigarette lighter, brand’s one of the men’s foreheads, and shoves it into the man’s mouth, holding his jaw shut.

DEADPOOL: I’ve never said this, but don’t swallow.

Another car pulls up beside them. Inside, men are prepared to shoot. Deadpool swerves the car, causing it to flip and crash. In front of the car, a man on a motorcycle begins shooting. As the car flips, Deadpool grabs the man on the motorcycle by the waist, pulling him into the spinning wreck. Everything slows down for a moment.

DEADPOOL: Shit. Did I leave the stove on?

Everything returns to normal speed. A chain slices the biker’s head off. Another man is sent flying, crashing into a highway sign. Bodies fall out of the car. Finally, the car comes to a stop.


Wide shot of the mansion.

REPORTER: Now, breaking news: A multi car collision turns shots fired on the crosstown expressway this morning. Gridlock has kept police from the scene.

Cut to the kitchen. Colossus is eating cereal and watching the news.

REPORTER: Residents are advised to remain in their homes the assailant appears to be armed, dangerous, and wearing a red suit.

COLOSSUS: Red suit.

He slams his hands on the table, and stands up.

COLOSSUS: Deadpool. Negasonic! Come. We have mission.

Cut to elsewhere in the mansion. Colossus and Negasonic approach a door, which opens automatically.

NEGASONIC: Colossus, wait up.

They approach a plane in the hangar.

COLOSSUS: I’ve given Deadpool every chance to join us. But he’d rather act like a child. A heavily armed child. When will he grow up and see benefits of becoming X-man?

NEGASONIC: Which benefits, the matching unitards? The house that blows up every few years?

COLOSSUS: Please. House blowing up builds character. You ate breakfast, yes? Breakfast is most important meal of day. Here. Protein bar. Good for bones.

He hands her a protein bar.

COLOSSUS: Deadpool may try to break yours.

The plane takes off from the mansion.


A number of men get out of their cars with guns and approach the car that Deadpool is in. He rolls down the window and pops his head up.


The men begin shooting at him. He puts his dead back down. After a moment they stop. Some of them exchange glances and they all approach the car. Deadpool throws his hands up.

DEADPOOL: Wait! You may be wondering, why the red suit? Well, that’s so bad guys can’t see me bleed. This guy’s got the right idea.

Deadpool points to one of the men.

DEADPOOL: He wore the brown pants.

The man shoots at the car for a moment. Deadpool puts his hands down.

DEADPOOL: Fine! I only have twelve bullets, so you’re going to have to share. Let’s count ‘em down.

He jumps into the air, quickly firing off two shots. The casings say 12 and 11. Two men get shot in the head. The men begin shooting again. One rides past on a motorcycle, shooting as he goes. Deadpool looks down at his arm.


He holds his arm up, revealing a bullet hole going straight through. Through the hole, he sees the motorcycle coming back.

DEADPOOL: Mother fucker! Ten. (He shoots and misses). Shit! Nine. (He shoots and misses). Fuck! Eight. (He shoots and misses). Shit fuck!

He leaps over the car and takes aim, but loses his chance at a good shot.

DEADPOOL: Bad Deadpool.

He notices one of the men sneaking around the car, unaware that Deadpool is no longer there. Deadpool shoots him in the head.

DEADPOOL: Seven. Good Deadpool.

Another man begins shooting at him. Deadpool hides behind a car. The man reloads. The man shoots some more, then jumps on top of the car to find Deadpool seductively posed. He tries to shoot, but his gun just clicks.

DEADPOOL: Someone’s not counting.

He shoots the man in the head.


A pair of men approaches. One begins to throw a grenade. Deadpool shoots it while it’s still in the man’s hand, causing it to explode and kill both men. The bullet casing says five on it. Deadpool does a celebratory dance. Someone sneaks up behind him and shoots him. Deadpool lies on the ground, pretending to be dead. The man approaches.


He shoots the man from between his legs. He gets up, groaning.

DEADPOOL: Ah! Right up main street.

He walks up to the man he just shot and shoots him twice.

DEADPOOL Three! Two! Stupid! Worth it.

Some more men begin shooting at him. He ducks behind another car. Three men approach. Deadpool jumps over the car and shoots a single bullet, which goes through all three of their heads. The casing says one. Deadpool smells the smoke from his guns.

DEADPOOL: Ooh. I’m touching myself tonight.

Deadpool begins prancing through the wreckage and bodies.

DEADPOOL: Francis! Francis!

He searches one of the cars.

DEADPOOL: What the shit biscuit! Where you at, Francis?

Behind him, one of the men he shot gets up.

DEADPOOL: Ugh. You’re not Francis.

Rather than killing him, the bullet is just lodged in his forehead. He pulls it out and rolls up his sleeves.

DEADPOOL: Really? Rolling up the sleeves?

The man pulls out some knives and charges Deadpool. Deadpool takes out his swords and skewers the man. Everything slows down to a stop.

DEADPOOL: (Narrating) You’re probably thinking, ‘My boyfriend said this was a superhero movie, but this guy in the red suit just turned that other guy into a fucking kebab.’ Well, I may be super, but I am no hero. And yeah, technically, this is a murder. But some of the best love stories start with a murder. And that’s exactly what this is. A love story. And to tell it right, I gotta take you back to way before I squeezed this ass into red spandex.


MERCHANT: Look, what if I slow it down for you? I didn’t order the pizza.

JEREMY: Is this 7348 Red Ledge Drive? Are you Mr. Merchant?

MERCHANT: Yeah, the Mr. Merchant, who didn’t order the fucking pie!

JEREMY: Then who placed the call?

Wade Wilson calls out from the bathroom.

WADE: I did. Pineapple and olive? Sweet and salty.

The delivery boy hands the pizza to Wade.

MERCHANT: Fuck are you? The fuck you doing in my crib?

Wade pulls out a gun. Merchant backs off.

WADE: Is it bread crust?

JEREMY: Oh, God, I hope not.

MERCHANT: Woah, man, look. If this is about that poker game, I told him, I told Howie that uh… Just uh, just take whatever you want.

Merchant hands Wade his wallet.

WADE: Thanks.

JEREMY: Sir, before you do anything to him, mind if I get a big tip?

WADE: Jeremy, is it? Wade Wilson. That is ah, a no go on the tiperoo, Jer. I’m not here for him. I’m here for you.

MERCHANT: Oh, hey, wow, dodged a big time bullet on that one!

WADE: You’re not out of the woods yet. You need to seriously ease-up on the bedazzling. They’re jeans, not a chandelier. P.S., I am keeping your wallet. You did kind of give it to me.

MERCHANT: Hey, look man, can I just have my Sam’s Card -

WADE: I will shoot your fucking cat.

MERCHANT: I don’t even know what that means. I don’t have a cat.

WADE: Then who’s kitty litter did I just shit in?

No one says anything for a moment.

WADE: Anywho, tell me something, what situation isn’t improved by pizza? Do you happen to know a Megan, Orflowsky? Orlavsky? Orlovsky? Am I getting that right?

Jeremy nods.

WADE: Good.

He eats a slice of pizza.

WADE: Cause she knows you. Jeremy, I belong to a group of guys who take a dime to beat a fella down.

Wade hands a piece of pizza to Merchant, who reaches for it, but Wade drops it on the floor.

WADE: And Megan, she’s not made of money, but lucky for her, I got a soft spot.

JEREMY: I’m, uh…

WADE: A stalker. Threats hurt, Jer. But not nearly as much as serrated steel. So keep away from Megan. Cool?

JEREMY: Yes, sir.

WADE: Kay, we’re cool.

JEREMY: Wait, we are?

WADE: Yeah, totally done.

They all start laughing. Wade points to Merchant.

WADE: You should have seen your face!

MERCHANT: I didn’t know what to do. I was so scared.

WADE: Soft spot, remember?

Suddenly, Wade takes Jeremy by the neck and throws him up against the wall.

WADE: Read a book in her general direction again, and you will learn in the worst of ways that I have some hard spots too. That came out wrong. Or did it?

Wade gently kisses Jeremy’s cheek. Jeremy whimpers.


A bunch of teenagers are hanging out at a skate park. Wade arrives and walks towards a group of girls, point to one of them.

WADE: Megan.

He throws down a pizza box and some photos of him holding a gun to Jeremy.

WADE: You’ve heard the last of Jeremy. He’s sorry.

MEGAN: No friggin’ way!

DEADPOOL: Shoulda brought my roller blades, show these kids how it’s done.

Megan hugs him.

DEADPOOL: And that’s why we do it. But mostly the money.

GIRL: Think you could fuck up my step-dad?

DEADPOOL: If I give a guy a pavement facial, it’s cause he’s earned it.

He begins to leave.

MEGAN: Hey, wait! You’re my hero.

DEADPOOL: No, no, no, no, no. That I ain’t.


Wade walks on a sidewalk. As a man walks past him, Wade hits him in the nuts.

WADE: (Narrating) Nope. Never will be.

MAN: Fuck you, Wade.

WADE: (Narrating) I’m just a bad guy who gets paid to fuck-up worse guys.

He enters a building.

WADE: (Narrating) Welcome to Sister Margaret’s. It’s like a job fair for mercenaries. Think of us like really fucked up tooth fairies, except we knock out the teeth and take the cash. You best hope we never see your name on a gold card.

Wade enters a bar. He greets a few men as he walks over to the bartender.

WEASEL: Wade Wilson. Patron saint of the pitiful What can I do for you?

WADE: I’d love a blowjob.

WEASEL: Oh God, me too.

WADE: The drink, moose knuckle. But first…

Wade takes out a gold card and places it on the bar. Weasel takes it.

WADE: And I ain’t taking any babysitting money, alright? Make sure that gets back to Miss, uh…

WEASEL: Orlovsky?

WADE: Her.

WEASEL: You sure?

WADE: Mhm.

WEASEL: You know, for a merc, you’re pretty warm-blooded. I bet you let the kid of easy, too.

WADE: Oh, he’s not a bad kid, he’s… Just a little light stalking. I was way worse than him when I was his age. I was traveling to exotic places. Baghdad, Mogadishu, Jacksonville. Meeting new and exciting people.

WEASEL: And killing them, yeah. I’ve seen your instagram. So what was special forces doing in Jacksonville?

WADE: That’s classified. They have wonderful T.G.I. Friday’s.

WEASEL: Alright, Kalua, Bailey’s, and whipped cream. I give you: A Blowjob. Ah, why did you make me make that?

Wade gets the attention of one of the waitresses.

WADE: Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly. Could you bring that over to Bob, please? And tell him it’s from Buck.

WEASEL: Remind me what good will come of this?

WADE: I don’t take the shits, I just disturb them.

Suddenly, there’s a commotion. One of the mercs punches another in the face. A fight breaks out. Wade and Weasel clink glasses.

WADE: Cheers. To your health.

WEASEL: Fuck you.

One of the mercs picks up a stool.

WEASEL: That’s a new stool

The man breaks the stool over another man’s back.One of the mercs gets the better of the other and knocks him to the floor.

MERC: Stay the fuck down.

Weasel walks over.

WEASEL: Alright, move. Move, move, move, move.

He holds a mirror up to the face of the merc on the ground.

WEASEL: Yup. Still breathing.

Many of the people in the bar groan.

WEASEL: Nobody wins today. Nice try, Wade.

WADE: You got me. I picked Boothe in the dead pool. Who’d you pick?

WEASEL: You know, Wade, uh, um…

WADE: No… You did not bet on me to die.

He looks up at a chalkboard above the bar that has all of the information for the dead pool.

WADE: You bet on me to die. Wow. Mother fucker, you’re the world’s worst friend. But joke’s on you. I’m living to 102, and then moving to the city of Detroit.

WEASEL: I’m sorry, I just wanted to win money. I never win anything.

WADE: Oh, whatever. Soldiers of fortune, drinks on me!

Everyone in the bar cheers and raises their glasses to Wade.

WEASEL: Domestic! Nothing imported.

A woman approaches Wade.

VANESSA: Woah, woah, woah, woah, baby. You sure you wanna shoot your full wad?

WADE: Uh… Tight.

VANESSA: Vanessa.

WADE: Wade. What’s a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?

One of the other mercs slaps her ass.

MERC: I’d hit that.

WADE: You’d best apologize, before…

Vanessa tightly grabs the mercs balls.

WADE: … Yeah. That.

VANESSA: Say the magic words, fat Gandalf.

MERC: I’m sorry.

WADE: Filter [?]

MERC: I don’t have a filter between my brain and my ego.

Vanessa grabs his balls even harder.

WADE: Hey, woah, hakuna his tatas! He’s sorry. Get out of here, go. Go cast a spell.

Wade puts his hand on Vanessa.

VANESSA: Hey, hands off the merchandise.

WADE: Merchandise, oh. So you uh… Warm fuzzys for money?


WADE: Rough childhood?

VANESSA: Rougher than yours. Daddy left before I was born.

WADE: Daddy left before I was conceived.

VANESSA: Ever had a cigarette put out on your skin?

WADE: Where else do you put one out?

VANESSA: I was molested.

WADE: Me too. Uncle.

VANESSA: Uncles. They took turns.

WADE: I watched my own birthday party through the keyhole of a locked closet, which also happens to be -

VANESSA: Your bedroom. Lucky. I slept in a dishwasher box.

Wade gasps.

WADE: You had a dishwasher! I didn’t even go to sleep. It was pretty much 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn.

Vanessa laughs.

VANESSA: Who would do such a thing?

WADE: Hopefully you. Later tonight? Hey, what… What can I get for, uh… $275 and a yogurt lite rewards card?

VANESSA: Maybe about forty-eight minutes of whatever the fuck you want.

She puts the yogurt gift card in Wade’s mouth and walks away. Wade follows her.

WEASEL: Did she just put a gift card in your mouth?


Shot of what appears to be Wade on top of Vanessa.

WADE: It’s time to put balls in holes. You said whatever I want.

VANESSA: I get it.

Camera angle changes to shot of them in front of skeeball machines.

VANESSA: You love skeeball. Apparently more than you love vagina.

WADE: It’s a tough call. I just want to get to know the real you. Not the short, 2-dimensional sex object peddled by Hollywood.

VANESSA: Balls in holes.

WADE: Balls in holes. Prepare to lose tragically.

VANESSA: Bring it, big man.

WADE: Okay.

Rather than rolling the ball, Wade throws it directly into the hole labelled ‘100’.

VANESSA: Ruh-roh.

WADE: Ruh-roh.

Cut to wade walking up to the Arcade counter with a ton of tickets.

WADE: A limited edition, Ultron: Defender of the Universe ring, por favor. I’ve had my eye on this sucker for a while.

VANESSA: And I will take the pencil eraser.

ARCADE EMPLOYEE: Okay. You are now the proud protector of the planet. And you, can erase stuff, written in pencil.

WADE: M’lady?

He takes her arm and they walk away.

VANESSA: Well, I hate to break it to you, but your 48 minutes are up.

WADE: Hey, how many more minutes could I get for this? FYI, five mini-lion bots come together to form one super-lion bot.

VANESSA: (Excitedly) Five mini-lion bots? Three minutes.

WADE: What do we do with the remaining two minutes, thirty seven seconds?

VANESSA: Cuddle?

Cut to them having sex.

VANESSA: How long can you keep this up?

WADE: All year?

Cut to them having sex on a bed covered in rose petals.

VANESSA: Happy Valentine’s Day.

Cut to them having sex in a room lit by red lanterns.

WADE: Happy Chinese New Year.

VANESSA: Year of the Dog.

Cut to Wade looking stressed in bed.

VANESSA: Relax. And happy International Women’s Day.

WADE: Ah! Nope, nope, nope.

Cut to them sitting in chairs and reading.

WADE: Happy Lent.

Cut to Wade eating her out.

VANESSA: Ow, Wade!

He sticks his head up. He’s wearing plastic vampire teeth.

WADE: Happy Halloween.

He takes out the teeth.

WADE: Happy Halloween.

She laughs. Cut to them having sex on a table covered in food. She shoves some mashed potatoes into his mouth.

VANESSA: Happy Thanksgiving.

WADE: I love you.

Cut to Vanessa sitting in bed. Wade approaches her.

WADE: If your left leg is Thanksgiving and your right leg is Christmas, can I visit you between the holidays?

He pulls the sheets off of her. She’s wearing an ugly Christmas sweater.

WADE: Ugh, that sweater is terrible! But, it looks good on you.

VANESSA: Red’s your color. Brings out the bloodshot in your eyes.

WADE: Listen, I’ve been thinking.

VANESSA: Really?

WADE: About why we’re so good together.

VANESSA: Why’s that?

WADE: Well, your crazy matches my crazy. And we’re like two jigsaw pieces, you know? Um… Weird, curvy edges.

VANESSA: Put them together and you can see the picture on top. Wade, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, but only because you haven’t gotten around to asking me. Will you, um… Stick it it my -

WADE: Marry me?

He holds up a ring-pop.

VANESSA: Uhh… Jinx? Where were you hiding that?

Shot of Wade’s bare ass.

WADE: Nowhere. I spent one month’s salary, so…

VANESSA: You mean it?

WADE: I do.

VANESSA: That’s my line.

They kiss.

VANESSA: I love you, Wade Wilson.

WADE: So that’s a… You’re s’posed to -


WADE: Yes! Ha ha ha! I feel just like a little girl!

They spoon in bed.

WADE: What if I just held on and never let go?

VANESSA: Ride a bitch’s back like Yoda on Luke?

WADE: Oh, Star Wars jokes…

VANESSA: Empire.

WADE: Jesus Christ, it’s like I made you in a computer.

They kiss. He picks up a camera and takes a picture of them.

WADE: Hey. Perfect. Pee break. Shake it, yeah.

She shakes the picture to dry it off. He gets up to pee.

WADE: (Narrating) Here’s the thing. Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief commercial like breaks of happiness. This had been the ultimate commercial break.

He finishes peeing and walks back to bed, taking his shirt off.

WADE: (Narrating) Which meant it was time to return to our regularly scheduled program.

He falls over on the floor, passing out.

VANESSA: Oh, my God! Wade!


Shot of an X-Ray of Wade’s body. There are a number of pinkish blobs. Cut to Wade and Vanessa sitting in a doctor’s office.

WADE: You’re clowning. You’re not clowning? I sense clowns.

DOCTOR: People react to news of late-stage cancer differently. There are certainly options we can look into. Drugs are being developed every day.

Wade and Vanessa look at each other.

VANESSA: So what do we do? Surely there must be something we can do. My uncle Ivan was diagnosed with thyroid cancer and all these new experimental drugs…

Her voice fades out. Wade looks at her.

WADE: (Narrating) Vanessa’s already working on plan A, B, all the way through Z. Me? I’m memorizing the details of her face. Like it’s the first time I’m seeing it. Or the last.

DOCTOR: Mr. Wilson. Mr Wilson? Take your time to process this. It’s important not to do anything rash.


Cut back to the carnage on the bridge. Deadpool is skewering a guy with his swords, and cuts him in half. He puts his sword away.

DEADPOOL: Now, if I were a two-hundred pound sack of assholes named Francis, where would I hide? Oh.

A motorcycle starts. He turns around. The motorcycle speeds past him, shooting. Deadpool jumps into the air, throwing his sword into the front wheel of the motorcycle. The biker flies off. Deadpool walks over.

DEADPOOL: A hush falls over the crowd. Rookie sensation Wade W. Wilson out of Regina, Saskatchewan lines up the shot. His form looks good.

Deadpool kicks the biker in the chest, sending him back down.

DEADPOOL: And that’s why Regina rhymes with fun. Ladies and gentlemen, what you’re witnessing is sweet, dick-kicking revenge.

Deadpool continues beating the biker.

DEADPOOL: Oh! Giving him the business.

He throws the biker to the side of the bridge.

DEADPOOL: Incoming!

He kicks the biker’s helmet off, revealing it to be Francis.

DEADPOOL: This is taking unsportsmanlike conduct to a whole new level!

He stabs his sword through Francis’s shoulder and into the bridge barrier, pinning him down.

DEADPOOL: Looking good, Francis. Well rested. Like you’ve been pitching, not catching. Ringing any bells? No?

He lifts his mask up.

DEADPOOL: How about now?

FRANCIS: Huh. Wade fucking Wilson. Well hello, gorgeous.

DEADPOOL: Yeah, like I got bit by a radioactive Sharpei. Yeah, and whose fault is that, Francis? Time to undo what you did to this butterface.

FRANCIS: You should thank me. Apparently I made you immortal. I’m actually quite jealous.

DEADPOOL: Yeah, but this ain’t a life worth living, is it? Now, I’m about to do to you what Limp Bizkit did to music in the late ‘90s.

Colossus walks up behind Deadpool. Deadpool raises his hand, hitting Colossus in the crotch. He feels around for a second.


Colossus throws him into a car.

DEADPOOL: (Narrating) I think we can all agree that shit just went sideways in the most colossal way.

Cut to an action figure of Deadpool from the Wolverine Origins movie.

DEADPOOL: (Narrating) Well, maybe not the most.


WADE: Now this is my most prized possession.

He picks up and album by Wham!


WADE: No, no, no, no. Wham! Make It Big is the album that George and Andy earned the exclamation point.

VANESSA: So, am I supposed to just smile and wave you out the door?

WADE: Think of it like spring cleaning. Only, if spring was death. God, if I had a nickel for every time I spanked it to Bernadette Peters.

He picks up a coin bag with Bernadette Peters on it. Vanessa takes it and shakes it.

VANESSA: Sounds like you do. Bernadette is not going anywhere, because you’re not going anywhere! Drink.

She hands him a glass.

WADE: You’re right. Cancer’s only in my liver, lungs, prostate, and brain. All things I can live without.

VANESSA: You belong here at home. Surrounded by your Ultron, and your Bernadette, and your me.

WADE: Listen, we both know that cancer is a shitshow. Like, a yack-off, Smirnoff, opening for the Spin Doctors at the Iowa State Fair, shitshow. And under no circumstances will I take you to that show. I want you to remember me. Not the ghost of Christmas me.

VANESSA: Well, I want to remember us!

WADE: I swear to God, I’m gonna find you in the next life, and I’m gonna boombox Careless Whisper outside your window. Wham!

VANESSA: No one is boomboxing shit, okay?

She sits down next to him.

VANESSA: We can fight this. Besides, I just realized something. You win. Your life is officially way more fucked up than mine.

WADE: I love you.

They start making out.


Wade walks in.


Wade sits at the bar.

WADE: Wease.

WEASEL: You look like you need a blowjob and a shower. Courtesy calls for the latter first.

WADE: Yeah, how about three shots of Patron?

WEASEL: Yeah, how about [?]? Wheat grass. Excellent for the immune system.

WADE: Jesus Christ, you sound like Vanessa. Here, check it out. She’s sending away for all these colorful clinic brochures.

He pulls out a bunch of brochures.

WADE: I’m sure they’re all FDA approved. Chechnya. Isn’t that where you go to get cancer? We’ve got China, and central Mexico. You know how they say cancer in spanish?


WADE: El cancer.

WEASEL: Oh. I could have guessed that. Look how happy you look here?

He shows Wade the picture he took of himself and Vanessa.

WEASEL: Mind if I keep this? Put it up, so I can remember? When you looked alive. At least now I’m gonna win the dead pool, now that you’re gonna die tragically of cancer.

WADE: Thanks.

WEASEL: Oh, and that guy over there came in looking for you.

He hands wade a card with a number on it.

WEASEL: Real grim reaper type. I dunno. Might further the plot.

Wade walks over to the man and sits down.

MAN: Ah! Mr. Wilson.

WADE: How can I help you? Besides luring children into a panel van.

MAN: I understand you’ve recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer.

WADE: Stalker alert.

MAN: My job. Recruitment. I’m sorry you’ve had such a tough go. But you’re a fighter. Special forces, forty-one confirmed kills.

WADE: One every seven weeks. At that rate, most folks get a haircut.

He takes a sip of his drink.

WADE: It’s to wash the taste out. Of being so… impressive.

MAN: And now you spend your days sticking up for the little people.

WADE: People change. What do you want?

MAN: I represent an organization of people that may be able to help. What if I told you we can cure your cancer? And what’s more, give you abilities most men only dream of.

WADE: I’d say that you sound like an infomercial. But not a good one, like Slapchop, more Shakeweighty.

Wade makes a shakeweight gesture.

MAN: The world needs extraordinary soldiers. We won’t just make you better. We will make you better than better. A superhero.

WADE: Look, Agent Smith. I tried the superhero business and it left a mark. But if I ever hit, ‘Fuck it’, I’ll hit you up. Oh, uh, shit. We’re within 500 yards of a school, so you may wanna… You know. Yeah.

Wade gets up and leaves, going back over to the bar.

WADE: His drinks on him.


Wade sits in a chair.

VANESSA: Hey, what’s going on?

WADE: Hey, sorry. I had a Liam Neeson nightmare. I dreamt I kidnapped his daughter and he just wasn’t having it.

He gets into bed.

WADE: Hey, uh, they made three of those movies. At some point you have to wonder if he’s just a bad parent.

Cut to Wade packing.

WADE: (Narrating) The worst part about cancer isn’t what it does to you. But what it does to the people you love. Who knew if this guy could save my life. But I knew there was only one way I could save hers.

He leaves.

WADE: (Narrating) Isn’t that what superheroes do?

Wade calls the man.


Deadpool is frozen midair after Colossus threw him.

DEADPOOL: Okay. Let’s pro-con this superhero thing. Pro: they pull down a gaggle of ass. Dry cleaning-discounts, lucrative film deals both origin stories and larger ensemble team movies. Con: They’re all lame-ass teacher’s pets.

COLOSSUS: You know I can hear you.

DEADPOOL: I’m not talking to you. I was talking to them.

He points at the camera.

COLOSSUS: (To Francis) Stay right here. You’ve been warned before, Deadpool. This is a shameful and reckless use of your powers. You will both be coming with us.

DEADPOOL: Look, Colossus! I don’t have time for the goody-two-shoes bullshit right now! And… you are?

NEGASONIC: Negasonic Teenage Warhead.

DEADPOOL: Negasonic Teenage… What the shit? That’s the coolest name ever! So what, you’re like his sidekick?

COLOSSUS: No, trainee.

DEADPOOL: Let me guess. X-men left you behind on, what, shit detail?

NEGASONIC: What does that make you?

DEADPOOL: Pretending you’re not here, Negasonic Teenage Warhead. Trade names?

He punches Francis.

NEGASONIC: Can we go?

DEADPOOL: Look! I’m a teenage girl! I’d rather be anywhere than here. I’m all about long, sullen silences, followed by mean comments, followed by more silences. So what’s it gonna be, huh? Long sullen silence, or mean comment? Go on.

NEGASONIC: You’ve got me in a box here.


COLOSSUS: We can’t allow this Deadpool. Please, come quietly.

DEADPOOL: You big, chrome, cock-gobbler!

COLOSSUS: That’s not nice.

DEADPOOL: You’re really gonna fuck this up for me? Trust me. That wheezing bag of dick tips has it coming! He’s pure evil! Besides, nobody’s getting hurt!

The body that splattered onto the highway sign falls off. The three of them turn to look.

DEADPOOL: That guy was already up there when I got here.

COLOSSUS: Wade, you’re better than this! Join us! Use your powers for good.

Deadpool tosses a metal disk at Francis, hitting him in the face.

DEADPOOL: Heads up.

COLOSSUS: Be a superhero!

DEADPOOL: Listen, the day I decide to become a crime-fighting shit-swizzler, who rooms with a bunch of other little whiners, at the Neverland mansion of some creepy, old, bald, Heaven’s Gate-looking mother fucker, on that day… I’ll send your shiny happy ass a friend request. But until then, I’m gonna do what I came here to do. Either that, or slap the bitch out of you.



DEAPOOL: Zip it, Sinead!

NEGASONIC: Hey, douchepool!

DEADPOOL: And I hope you’re watching!

He turns around to point at Francis, who is no longer there. He gasps.

COLOSSUS: Quite unfortunate.

Deadpool looks back and forth at where Colossus is and where Francis was.

DEADPOOL: That does it!

He jumps up and hits Colossus’s head, breaking his hand.

DEADPOOL: Oh, Canada! That’s not good.

COLOSSUS: Wade, please.

DEADPOOL: Cock shot!

With his good hand, he punches Colossus in the crotch. This does nothing but break his hand.

DEADPOOL: Oh, your poor wife!

COLOSSUS: You really should stop.

He holds his broken hands in front of him.

DEADPOOL: All the dinosaurs feared the T-rex.

He flips up into the air, breaking his foot upon contact with Colossus’s head. Negasonic laughs.

DEADPOOL: Ah! I promise this gets worse for you, big boy!

COLOSSUS: This is embarrassing. Please, stay down.

DEADPOOL: You ever hear of the one-legged man in the ass-kicking contest?

Deadpool gets up and hops on one leg, holding his other three broken limbs up.

COLOSSUS: Do you have off switch?

DEADPOOL: Yeah, it’s right next to the prostate. Or is that the on switch?


Colossus hits him into a car. Negasonic laughs. Deadpool moans in pain. Colossus handcuffs him and drags him along.

COLOSSUS: Let us go talk to the professor.

DEADPOOL: McAvoy or Stewart? These timelines are so confusing. Dead or alive you’re coming with me!

COLOSSUS: You will recover, Wade. You always do.

Deadpool snaps his arm back into place and takes out a knife.

DEADPOOL: (To the camera) You ever see 127 Hours? Spoiler alert.

Deadpool begins cutting his own hand off, escaping the handcuffs.

NEGASONIC: Oh, my God. Nasty.

A spurt of blood hits Colossus in the face.

DEADPOOL: Oh, there’s the money shot, baby! Are you there, God? It’s me, Margaret.

Deadpool flips off of the bridge and lands in a truck passing underneath. His hand, still in the handcuff, is flipping off Colossus. Cut to Deadpool in the back of the truck.

DEADPOOL: Rock meat bottom. When life ends up breath-takingly fucked, you can generally trace it back to one big, bad decision.


WADE is on a stretcher.

WADE: (Narrating) The one that sent you down the road to shittsburgh. This, well, this was mine.

MAN: Mr. Wilson, nothing warms my heart more than a change of someone else’s. You finally hit, ‘Fuck it’.

WADE: Just promise me you’ll do right by me. So I can do right by someone else.

MAN: Of course.

WADE: And please don’t make the super suit green. Or animated!

Wade is brought into a large room with a lot of other people. One woman has spikes on her back. Another is bleeding and panting.

WADE: This place seems sanitary. My first request is warmer hands.

Some men put him on a chair and strap him down.

WADE: And, Jesus, a warmer table! You should really come up with a safe word fellas. I’m thinking pork and beans.

A woman comes by and pushes his head down, strapping him in.

WADE: Aren’t you a little strong for a lady? I’m calling wang. What’s up with the matches? Oral fixation? Or just a big Stallone fan?

She puts her hand over his mouth.

FRANCIS: Patience, Angel.

She removes her hand.

FRANCIS: All in good time.

WADE: Are you here for the turn down service or what?

FRANCIS: We have another talker.

WADE: I’m just excited about my first day at super hero camp.

ANGEL: Shut the fuck up.

She puts a rag over his mouth. Francis inspects him.

FRANCIS: Mr. Wilson, my name’s Ajax. I manage this workshop. My welcome speech used to be filled with euphemisms like, ‘This may hurt a little’. ‘This may cause you some discomfort’. But I’ve grown blunt. This workshop is not a government led program. It’s a private institution that turns reclamation projects like yourself into men of extraordinary abilities. But if you think super human powers are acquired painlessly, well… I’m injecting with a serum that activates any mutant genes in your DNA. For it to work we need to subject you to extreme stress.

Francis puts an IV into Wade’s arm and turns on a machine. A blue liquid begins to flow through.

FRANCIS: You’ve heard the whole, make an omelette break some eggs thing, right? I’m about to hurt you, Wade. I was a patient here once myself, you know. The treatment affects everyone differently. It made Angel inhumanly strong. In my case, it enhanced my reflexes, and scorched my nerve endings so I not longer feel pain. And in fact, I no longer feel anything.

Wade starts mumbling. Angel removes his gag.

WADE: Thank you! Thank you. You have something in your teeth. Just in the middle there. Romaine lettuce, or something. It’s been bothering me for a long time.

Francis checks his teeth.

WADE: Ha! Made you look. Hey, is Ajax your actual name? Because it sounds suspiciously made up. What is it really? Kevin? Ruth? Scott? Mitch? Dexter? Is it Basil Forty?

FRANCIS: Joke away. The one thing that never survives this place is a sense of humor.

WADE: We’ll see about that.

FRANCIS: I suppose we will. He’s all yours.

Francis leaves.

WADE: Oh, come on. You’re going to leave me all alone here with less angry Rosie O’Donnell?

She punches him. A montage of experiments on Wade begins, with Francis narrating.

FRANCIS: This is how it’s going to work. Adrenaline acts as a catalyst for the serum, so we’re going to have to make you suffer. If you’re lucky, your mutant genes will activate and manifest in spectacular fashion. If not, well, we’ll have to keep hurting you. In new and more painful ways, each more different than the last. Until you finally mutate. Or die.

Cut to Wade talking with another man.

WADE: Got a bucket list? I’d really like to light a spliff off of the Olympic Torch.

CUNNINGHAM: Pass it to me right after.

WADE: Let’s not forget naked tandem base jumping with theWNBA Sacramento Monarchs.

CUNNINGHAM: Anything on my bucket list would involve public nudity.

WADE: Giving Meredith Baxter Birney a dutch oven.

CUNNINGHAM: No, receiving a dutch oven from Meredith Baxter Birney. Making banana pancakes for my kids.

WADE: Vanessa. I wanna see Vanessa.

FRANCIS: Lovely. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m touched.

CUNNINGHAM: We’re just joking.

FRANCIS: No, no. It’s okay. I encourage distractions. Wouldn’t want you giving up on us, now would we?

WADE: Hey, don’t take any shit from him, Cunningham. How tough can he be, with a name like Francis.


WADE: That’s his legal name. He got Ajax from the dish soap.F, R, A, N, C, I, oops! I snabbed the dry-cleaning tag off your lab coat. FYI, I could probably get you the super hero discount.

FRANCIS: You are so relentlessly annoying.

WADE: Thanks. Never heard that before.

FRANCIS: Why don’t you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up? Or I’ll sow your pretty mouth shut.

WADE: Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. See, here’s the problem with round-the-clock torture. You can’t really step it up from there.

FRANCIS: Is that what you think?

Cut to Wade being strapped down in a machine.

FRANCIS: If this doesn’t unlock your mutation, well… Nothing will. Now, what we’re going to do is lower the oxygen concentration in there to the exact point you feel like you’re suffocating. If your brain waves slow, meaning you’re about to pass out, then we’ll turn up the O2. If your heart rate slows, meaning you’re able to catch your breath, we’ll turn it back down. And that’s where we’ll leave you. Right there.

WADE: Ugh, I thought you guys were dicks before.

FRANCIS: You know the funniest part of all this? You still think we’re making you a super hero. You, a dishonorable discharge hook deep in hookers? You’re nothing. Our secret, mate, is that this workshop doesn’t make super heroes. We make super slaves. We’re gonna fit you with a control collar and auction you off to the highest bidder. Who knows what they’ll have you do. Terrorizing citizens, putting down freedom fighters. Maybe just mow the occasional lawn.

WADE: What the fuck is wrong with you?

FRANCIS: You’re never going home after this. now there’s a brave face.

WADE: Wait, wait! Seriously, you actually have something in your teeth now.

FRANCIS: Enjoy your weekend.

WADE: Weekend? Back up, weekend?

Francis starts the machine. Wade begins choking. Cut to night. His whole body begins to transform.

WADE: (Narrating) Did I say this was a love story? No, it’s a horror movie.

Wade begins screaming. Cut to day time. Francis comes back and turns off the machine.

FRANCIS: Fucking hell. Looks like someone lost his shot at homecoming king.

WADE: What have you done to me?

FRANCIS: I’ve merely raised your stress levels high enough to trigger a mutation.

WADE: You sadistic fuck!

FRANCIS: I’ve cured you, Wade. Now your mutated cells can heal anything. It’s attacking your cancer as fast as it can form. You know, I’ve seen some of the side effects before. I could cure them. But where’s the fun in that? Now I’m gonna shut you in again Wade. Not because I need to. Because I want to. Ah, well. Go ahead.

Angel fiddles with the straps.

ANGEL: You smell like shit.

Wade head butts her.

ANGEL: Mother fucker -

FRANCIS: Hey, hey, hey! It’s alright! It’s alright. I think we owe him that, yeah? Take off. Go on, off you go. Quick question. What’s my name? Didn’t think so.

He closes the machine and turns it on.

WADE: (Narrating) Sorry, Francis, my lips are sealed.

In the machine, Wade reveals that he took a match from Angel. He lights it and throws it towards the oxygen vent. After a few moments, the machine explodes, causing massive damage to the facility and starting a fire. Francis comes down with a fire extinguisher. He sees that Wade escaped from the machine. Wade charges him with a metal pipe and they begin fighting.

FRANCIS: You don’t wanna kill me! I’m the only one that can fix your barking mug!

They continue fighting. Francis gains the upper hand and skewers Wade with a metal pipe, bending it to prevent him from getting up.

FRANCIS: What’s my name?

Francis leaves.


Wade looks up to see Cunningham. Cut to much later, after the fire has died out. Wade rises up out of the dirt and rubble.

WADE: (Narrating) I didn’t just get the cure to el cancer. I got the cure to el everything. But there was only one thing that really mattered.


Vanessa walks down a sidewalk. Wade follows her. A lot of people give him strange looks. He watched Vanessa purchase something at a market and follows her to her apartment. She enters, but he walks away.


WADE: No way. I’m not making her life as ugly as mine, man.

WEASEL: Oh, come on, Wade. It can’t be that bad.

WADE: Ah, bullshit! I’m a monster inside and out. I belong in a fucking circus!

WEASEL: Wade, Vanessa loves you. She doesn’t care what you - Oh. Oh.

WADE: Do you like what you see?

WEASEL: No. You look like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado.

WADE: Yeah.

WEASEL: And not gently. Like, it was hate fucking. There was something wrong with the relationship, and that was the only catharsis they could find without violence.

WADE: And the only guy who can fix this fugly mug is the brown shitstick from the mutant factory, and he’s gone! Poof.

WEASEL: Yeah, you’ve got to do something to remedy this, cause as of now you only have on course of action.

WEASEL: Damn straight. Find Francis -

WEASEL: Star in horror films.

WADE: What?

WEASEL: Star in your own horror films. Cause you look like Freddy Krueger face fucked a topographical map of Utah.

WADE: Here’s what I’m actually going to do. I’m going to work through his crew until somebody gives up Francis, force him to fix this, put a bullet in his skull, and fuck the brain hole.

WEASEL: I don’t want to see that or think of it again. But the douchebag does think you’re dead, right?

WADE: Yeah.

WEASEL: That’s good. You should keep it that way.

WADE: What, like, wear a mask?

WEASEL: Yes, a very thick mask, all the time. I am sorry, you are… haunting. Your face is the stuff of nightmares.

WADE: Like a testicle with teeth.

WEASEL: You will die alone. If, I mean, if you could die. Ideally. For others’ sake.

WADE: That’ll do.

WEASEL: All you need now is a suit and a nickname, like Wade the Wisecracker, or Scaredevil, Mr. Neverdie… Oh shit.

WADE: What?

WEASEL: I put all my money on you, and I just realized I’m never going to win the -

WADE: Deadpool. Captain Deadpool. No, just Deadpool. Yeah.

WEASEL: Yeah. To you, Mr. Pool. That sounds like a fucking franchise.

The clink glasses. Cut to a Deadpool making his costume.

DEADPOOL: This shit’s gonna have nuts in it.

He attacks some guys, shouting ‘Where’s Francis?’ Back at his apartment, he realizes his clothes are covered in blood. Cut to him in a laundry mat. An old blind woman addresses him.

AL: Seltzer water and lemon for blood. Or wear red. Dumbass.

Cut to him making a new, red costume. Cut to him interrupting a boxing match and attacking a man there.

DEADPOOL: Don’t make me ask twice. Where’s Francis?

Cut to him in his apartment, stabbing a picture of the man.

DEADPOOL: He made me ask twice. Is it the mask?

Cut to him making the newest costume. Cut to a montage of him killing people and asking where Francis is. Cut to an ice rink. A man is bleeding and crawling on the floor. Deadpool follows him with a Zamboni and laughs.

DEADPOOL: You’re about to be killed by a Zamboni!

Back to the montage of killing people, and shouting various insults at people. Finally, Deadpool only has one person left to track down; the man who recruited him. Cut to that man recruiting another man. He gives the man a card and leaves with two guards. Deadpool confronts them.

DEADPOOL: Nice to see you, Jared. I’ll take the footlong. Fully loaded.