Demolition Man Page #10

Tech #2, holds a handheld Magnesium Thermite Laser.

About the size of a skill saw. For the first time we

notice there are six small raised half domes on top of

the puck. Indices. Drops the guide ring at the end of

the MTL over an index. Flips down his goggles.

Fires the MTL. The entire puck lights up white white.

We almost get the feeling Spartan can sense what's

going on. A burst of energy melts a small hole in side

of puck. We STAY ON Spartan.

WIDE AGAIN:

Tech #1 drives over a crane with a six-clawed arm.

Like a standing forklift. Or a gladiator... the

fingers drop into the laser cut holes. They raise

the puck. Carry it away.

INT. CRYO-PRISON - DEFROSTING CHAMBER - DAY

The puck sits on a stainless steel podium. Completely

alone in a round stainless steel room.

Three MTL lasers begin to pulsate madly. One from above

cutting in, spiraling in towards Spartan. The others top

and bottom shaving an eighth of an inch in a tenth of a

second with each pass.

The puck shrinks away, the beams grow closer and closer

to Spartan. Just before they would hit him, the beams

turn blue. Steam bursts from the puck. Fills the air.

Obscures everything. The lasers stop. Darkness.

The entire chamber splits open. A room within a room.

Spartan rolls over limp and supple collapsing, onto his

back. Med Techs rush in.

INT. CRYO-PRISON - CONFERENCE AREA - DAY

Lenina, Garcia, and Earle are standing at one end of a

long table. Gaping. Spartan sits slumped at the other

end of the table. Draped in a grey industrial jumpsuit.

Still half comatose.

Earle is shaking his head. He can't believe he agreed to

this.

HUXLEY:

This is within the power of the

police charter, sir. He can be

released on limited parole and

reinstated to active duty.

GARCIA:

It's not enough to collect the

90's. You have to bring them

back to life...

HUXLEY:

Cocteau said everything in our

power. I still can't think of

a better idea.

EARLE:

That still doesn't mean it's a

good one.

They all watch warily. Spartan comes to with a start.

Looks up at them. Looks around quickly for any immediate

threat. Sees none. Tries to stand. Can't yet.

SPARTAN:

(pointing at Garcia,

the nearest;

rasping)

You...

A gulping Garcia creeps to Spartan. Spartan claws out,

ripping Garcia down to rasp...

SPARTAN:

Where am I?

GARCIA:

Uh, I, uh...

Spartan pushes Garcia away.

SPARTAN:

When am I?

GARCIA:

Uh, it's Thursday. Tomorrow's

Arbor day.

(beat)

And last week you turned eighty-

four years old. Happy Birthday.

Huxley comes over. Clear and concisely...

HUXLEY:

Detective, I'm Lieutenant Huxley.

The year is 2042. Now the reason

you've been released...

SPARTAN:

(shaking it off)

How long have I been under?

HUXLEY:

Forty-four years.

Whoa...

SPARTAN:

(trying to focus)

I had a wife... What happened to

my wife?

HUXLEY:

Your wife's light was extinguished

in the Big One of 2010.

(off his confused

look)

Uh, she died. In an earthquake.

The earthquake.

This takes a moment to sink in. Then, defrosting,

haltingly...

SPARTAN:

My wife and I, we had a girl. A

daughter. I made a promise.

What...

EARLE:

John Spartan, I am Chief of

Police George Earle. We did not

thaw you for a family reunion. It

is fortunate the lieutenant even

did a probe on your wife. This

is about you and a Mr. Phoenix.

A Mr. Simon Phoenix.

SPARTAN:

(fully awake)

What?

Huxley steps in.

HUXLEY:

This morning Phoenix escaped from

this cryo facility. We've had

nine murder death kills so far.

We have become a society of peace,

loving and understanding. And we

are, quite frankly, not equipped

to deal with this situation.

He looks at her like she's nuts.

GARCIA:

There have been no deaths of

unnatural causes in San Angeles

in the last sixteen years.

SPARTAN:

Where???

HUXLEY:

The Santa Barbara, Los Angeles,

San Diego metroplex merged in

2011. You are in the center of

what used to be Los Angeles.

He gets up. He's way stiff.

SPARTAN:

Great. Just great.

(then)

God, I'm so hungry. I'd kill for

a burrito.

They back off in fear.

SPARTAN:

It's just an expression.

Spartan creaks his head toward Garcia, spooking him back

away. Spartan vigorously scratches his hand as he

speaks.

SPARTAN:

Just get me some Marlboros.

GARCIA:

Of course. Right away. What

are...

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