Demolition Man Page #12

HUXLEY:

New inforama on Simon Phoenix?

TOUGH COP:

None... So where is John Spartan?

GARCIA:

He went to the bathroom... I guess

he got all thawed out.

Spartan trudges through a spooked gantlet of 2042

officers. The Tough Cop greets him, raising his hand.

TOUGH COP:

Sir, I formally convey my presence.

SPARTAN:

Hi.

Spartan reaches out and shakes the Tough Cop's hand.

It's like he spit on him. The Tough Cop tries not to

react, but he's clearly disgusted.

HUXLEY:

We're not used to physical contact

greetings.

SPARTAN:

Oh... Hey, you guys are out of

toilet paper...

GARCIA:

Toilet paper?

HUXLEY:

(suppressed giggle)

They used handfuls of wadded

paper, back in the 20th.

The entire station roars with laughter. Spartan stands

unamused.

SPARTAN:

I'm happy you're happy but in the

place where you're supposed to

have toilet paper, you have a

little shelf with three seashells

on it.

PERKY DISPATCHER

(hysterical)

He doesn't know how to use the

three seashells!

The station roars again. Spartan shakes his head and

scratches his hand. Suddenly, the elderly Lamb comes

INTO VIEW. Spartan's mouth falls open.

SPARTAN:

Zach Lamb, what happened to you?!

LAMB:

I got old. It happens.

SPARTAN:

(stopping, smiling)

Motherfuck. You were a snotnosed

punkass rook! Look at you.

You're f***ing old!

The nearest Morality Box dutifully BUZZES.

MORALITY BOX (V.O.)

John Spartan, you are fined three

credits for a violation...

Three sheets of paper come off. Spartan looks at it.

Grins. Walks over to the machine --

SPARTAN:

Sh*t, f***, piss, crap, damn,

b*tch, b*tch, damn. F***.

A whole sheaf of paper peels off. Spartan gathers it up.

It wads nicely.

SPARTAN:

So much for the three seashells.

I'll be right back.

INT. POLICE STATION - LENINA'S OFFICE - DAY

Spartan examines all the TechnoWonders as Lenina punches

up an illustration on the screen: a small, square micro-

chip being surgically inserted into the top of a hand.

It's tied into the veins and blood supply as well.

HUXLEY:

Simon Phoenix isn't coded. An

organically bioengineered microchip

was developed that could by sewn

into the skin. Sensors all around

the city can zero in on anyone at

any time.

TOUGH COP:

I can't even conceive a visual of

what you cops did before it was

developed...

SPARTAN:

We worked for a living. This

fascist crap makes me wanna puke.

EARLE:

What do you think you're

scratching, caveman?

You really surmise we'd let you

out without control? Your code

was implanted the second you

thawed.

Spartan seethingly contemplates his itching hand.

SPARTAN:

Why didn't you just shove a leash

up my ass?!

EARLE:

Dirty meat-eater! No matter how

Viking your era was, I cannot

digest how you ever wore a badge!

You're going back, John Spartan,

oh yes, you're going back.

HUXLEY:

Could you two please dump some

hormones? We need every cortex we

can get in this situation.

EARLE:

We don't need him. Our computer

has already examined all feasible

scenarios resulting from the

appearance of Simon Phoenix and

determined he will attempt to

start up a new drug lab and form

a crime syndicate.

FEMALE COMPUTER (V.O.)

That is correct, Chief George

Earle.

SPARTAN:

I hate to interrupt you two

lovebirds, but that's f***ing

stupid. You think he wants to

build a business? Phoenix is

going for a gun. Plain and

simple.

As Spartan rages, roaming around the station, Morality

boxes have heart attacks keeping up with his offenses.

SPARTAN:

Phoenix is a complete meglomaniacal

f***ing psychopath. And the first

thing Simon is going to want to do

is wipe the smug smiles off your

shiny faces.

He could just handshake your asses

to death, but who's got the

goddamn patience. Trust me, he's

going for a gun.

EARLE:

Who cares what this primate thinks.

Resonate some understanding. The

only place a person can even view

a gun in this city, is at a...

museum!

INT. SAN ANGELES MUSEUM OF ART AND HISTORY - MAIN

HALL - DAY

The museum is located in the Cocteau complex. Phoenix

wanders through a hall arrayed with displays of various

'80s/'90s/'00s/'10s artifacts. A Girl Scout Troop (in

modernly-modulated uniforms) looking down as we realize

that large sections of the floor of the entire museum

are transparent. Below is an archeological exhibit of

a section of the old city -- parts of buildings and

streets.

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