Demolition Man Page #11

SPARTAN:

A cigarette.

(relinquishes his

brand loyalty)

Just get me any cigarette.

HUXLEY:

Cigarettes are not good for you

and it has been deemed that

everything that is not good for

you is bad. Hence... illegal.

Alcohol, caffeine, contact sports,

meat...

SPARTAN:

Are you shittin' me?

MORALITY BOX (V.O.)

John Spartan, you are fined one

credit for a violation of verbal

morality statute 113.

Spartan looks at it in amazement.

SPARTAN:

What the f*** is that?

MORALITY BOX (V.O.)

John Spartan, you are fined one

credit for a violation of...

HUXLEY:

(as I was saying)

Bad language, chocolate, gasoline,

uneducational toys, and anything

spicy. Abortion's also illegal,

but then again so's pregnancy if

you don't have a license.

EARLE:

Caveman, let us finish all the

Rip Van Winkle and get moving.

A Mr. Phoenix has risen from the

ashes.

SPARTAN:

Uh-uh. I tracked that dirtbag

for two years, and when I finally

brought him down, they turned me

into an ice cube for my trouble.

Thanks, but no thanks.

EARLE:

The conditions of your parole

are full reinstatement into the

S.A.P.D. and immediate assignment

to the apprehension of Simon

Phoenix, or you can go back into

cryo-stasis.

(then; more softly)

Not many people get a second

chance, John Spartan.

Spartan remembers. The freezer was bad, way bad. He

swallows hard and --

EXT. CRYO-PRISON - DAY

Huxley and Garcia are waiting by the police car out

front. Half a beat, John Spartan, now completely done

up in a 2042 cop uniform comes out. He feels like a

buffoon.

SPARTAN:

What am I supposed to be, a drum

major? This isn't a cop uniform.

Am I gonna lead the Rose Bowl

parade? What is all this stuff?

HUXLEY:

Direct biolink readouts for vitals,

VOX radio connect, base and inter

officer coded by rank, partner

status and case priority. And

that's the pocket for your whistle.

SPARTAN:

(God save me)

Great, in case one of the floats

gets loose I can direct traffic.

EXT. ANOTHER SAN ANGELES CITY STREET / INT. POLICE

CAR - DAY

Spartan is stuffed into the back seat of Lenina's police

car. Absently scratching the back of his hand, Spartan

stares out his window in amazement at the shiny, happy

people in the happy shiny city. Meanwhile, Lenina and

Garcia are staring through a rearview screen at Spartan

with equal amazement.

GARCIA:

This all probably seems quasi-

strange to you.

SPARTAN:

Quasi-strange? This isn't my

city. How do you expect me to

protect it? I don't get you

people, let alone like you much...

HUXLEY:

You come from a society in which

the average l8-year-old has

witnessed 200,000 acts of

simulated violence. In our

society the number is closer to

four. If someone off the street

was to watch the Three Stooge Men

and see the Moe-person hammer the

Curly-person, they would weep,

John Spartan, weep.

Spartan looks at her. What was that?

HUXLEY:

Myself, I'm a bit of an afficanado

of the shocking, real and fiction.

In fact, I perused many a News

Disk of you. That time you wow-

fully tractor-pulled the Santa

Monica pier into a heap of rubble

in order to snare that team of hit

men who...

She trails off, as she sees Spartan staring out the

window shaking his head, very much alienated from every-

thing around him.

HUXLEY:

You seem very much alone, John

Spartan. Not everything is that

different. Perhaps you would

like to hear the oldies station.

'Oldies.'

The RADIO quickly turns ON and changes stations to:

RADIO (V.O.)

'Sometimes you feel like a nut,

sometimes you don't.

Almond Joy's got nuts, Mounds

don't.

Because sometimes you feel

like a nut, sometimes you

don't.'

GARCIA:

The most popular station in town.

Nonstop wall-to-wall minitunes.

You called them commercials. Wow,

this is my fave...

RADIO (V.O.)

'Fat kids, skinny kids, kids who

climb on rocks.

Tough kids, sissy kids.'

Lenina and Garcia join in for a sing-a-long finish as

Spartan turns back to the window, eyes bulging. He

goes back to scratching his hand.

HUXLEY/GARCIA

(singing)

Even kids with chicken pox love

hot dogs, Armour hot dogs.

The dogs... kids... love... to

bite.

SPARTAN:

Somebody put me back in the fridge.

INT. POLICE STATION - MAIN AREA - DAY

Emotions are still a little frayed at the station, but a

certain peace has returned. Lenina approaches the Tough-

looking Cop. They again exchange nontouching circular

hand spins.

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