Demolition Man Page #13

MUSEUM COMPUTER BOX (V.O.)

If you care to sample what it was

like to spend a day in Los Angeles

in the Twentieth Century please

press the button.

One of the Scouts presses a large red button. HONKING

CARS, SWEARING in Spanish, GUN SHOTS, SIRENS, RAP

MUSIC... At the end of the hall, there's an arrow to

another exhibit:
HALL OF VIOLENCE. Phoenix grins.

PHOENIX:

Home sweet home...

As he heads down the hall --

EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY

Spartan, Lenina, and Garcia stride towards Huxley's

cruiser.

SPARTAN:

It's a hunch. Trust me on this.

It's a cop thing.

(as they get into

the car)

I'm driving.

Spartan gets into the driver's side. Lenina gets in the

passenger. A beat. They both emerge.

SPARTAN:

You're driving.

INT. POLICE STATION - MAIN AREA - DAY

Chief Earle sits before the vidphone. Sweating.

Cocteau's scary serenity stares back at him.

COCTEAU (IMAGE)

Enhance your calm, Chief.

Please, share your disquietude.

EARLE:

Mayor/Gov Cocteau, we find the

branching possibility exists the

escaped cryocon, Mr. Simon Phoenix,

may be on his way to the Museum of

Art and History in your complex.

COCTEAU (IMAGE)

What permutation lead you to this

curious conclusion? Do you expect

him to be homesick?

Raymond quietly enjoys his own wit.

EARLE:

No. No, sir. Do you not still

have the armory exhibit

downstairs?

OFF Cocteau's look of quiet surprise ---

INT. MUSEUM - ARMORY ROOM - DAY

The exhibit begins with the crudest weapons, cavemen with

clubs, stone axes, arrowheads, and moves up the ladder of

history toward modern day --

Western Colt revolvers, an old-time gangster Tommy gun...

In the middle of the room is a Civil War cannon. A stack

of cannonballs sits next to it.

PHOENIX:

This is the future. Where are

the f***ing phaser guns?

He keeps moving down the line. Past the 1940s, the

1980s, 1990s... And finally a weapon he doesn't recognize

at all. Magnetic Accelerator Gun. AcMag for short.

Phoenix grins.

Punches the glass in the exhibit. Hard. His fist

bounces off. It hurts. He looks around for something to

break it with. Nothing. Side kicks a larger expanse of

glass in front of another display. Almost breaks it.

Not quite. Growls. A MUSEUM HELPER/GUARD comes into

the room. Moves towards the annoyed Phoenix smiling

pleasantly.

MUSEUM GUARD:

Mellow greetings. What seems to

be your boggle?

PHOENIX:

My boggle...

(he sighs)

I'm at the top of the food chain,

ya know? And I would prefer to

use tools, not bruise up my hands

and feet. But I can't find

anything in this place. A rock,

a crowbar, any heavy object.

Tell me, whatta you weigh?

The Guard looks at him in total confusion. Phoenix grabs

him by the lapels and shot-puts him across the room into

the GLASS. This time it SHATTERS impressively.

PHOENIX:

Enough...

A very mellow ALARM GOES OFF MURMURING "PLEASE EXIT" over

and over. Simon begins sorting through weapons

available. Loads a SHOTGUN from the case. Tests it by

BLOWING up another display. Works just fine. The ALARM

changes to "PLEASE EXIT RAPIDLY." It begins to annoy

him. He BLOWS the loudspeaker away. BLOWS up the AcMag

case. Grabs the gun. There doesn't seem to be any

cartridges. No way to load them either. Aims, fires.

Nothing.

PHOENIX:

Motherfuck.

There's an information booth at end of the room.

Phoenix can't help himself. Presses the Ego Boost Button

again.

MUSEUM COMPUTER (V.O.)

That's a great looking shirt.

Phoenix chuckles appreciatively, presses the "?" button.

MUSEUM COMPUTER (V.O.)

Yes, Museum Patron. Have you a

query?

PHOENIX:

Whatsa matter with the...

(checks the name)

Magnetic Accelerator gun?

Graphics flicker madly on the screen.

MUSEUM COMPUTER (V.O.)

The Magnetic Accelerator gun, the

last produced handheld weapon of

this millenium displaced the flow

of neutrons through a non-linear

cycloid supercooled

electromagnetic force.

PHOENIX:

So... what? It needs new

batteries? What size? Who sells

batteries in the future? Is

there a battery store I can go to?

Two GUARDS appear in the doorway behind him.

GUARD #1

(tough-ish)

Excuse me, Museum Patron...

Without a second beat, Phoenix SHOTGUNS them both. In

the background we can hear the ALARM change "RUN.

RUN..."

A set of steel DOORS WHOOSH down, sealing Phoenix in.

Phoenix turns back to the computer as ---

MUSEUM COMPUTER (V.O.)

The AcMag, now reactivated,

should concurrently supercool and

achieve fission in...two point

six minutes.

PHOENIX:

(looking at steel

doors)

Yeah, well, I was considering

leaving quickly and patience is

not one of my virtues.

(beat)

Who am I kidding? I don't have

any virtues.

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