Demolition Man Page #14

Laughs at his own wit. Grabs a shoulder bag from a

Vietnam era GI display. Starts loading up on weapons

and ammo. Kid in a toy store. Examines, discards,

chooses... And everything is free. He turns to the

Civil War cannon. And grins...

EXT. COCTEAU COMPLEX - MUSEUM ENTRANCE - DAY

The SAPD car is parked at the curb. Doors popped open.

Museum patrons and guards flee. Spartan, followed by

Huxley and Garcia, moves against the flow.

A cylindrical metal periscope suddenly pops up from the

sidewalk. As Spartan stares down at it, the periscope

zips back down the hole.

SPARTAN:

You see that?

GARCIA:

What?

SPARTAN:

Never mind. I give up trying to

figure this place out.

GARCIA:

(holding out his

S.A.C.)

Procedure?

S.A.C. (V.O.)

Establish communication with

maniac intruder.

SPARTAN:

Wrong.

(he takes the S.A.C.,

smashes it to the

ground)

Hey. Luke Skywalker. Use the

Force.

Spartan heads for the door. Garcia has a distraught

moment before following. Garcia hands Spartan a stun

baton. It SPARKS to life.

SPARTAN:

What the hell's this?

GARCIA:

It's a glow rod. It's what we

got.

SPARTAN:

Does it work?

Spartan casually pokes out to a nearby scared guard.

The guard drops like a dead weight.

SPARTAN:

Guess so.

HUXLEY:

They've got him trapped in section

eight.

SPARTAN:

Trapped? The Maniac Intruder?

That I doubt. Oh, would you make

sure for me that nobody else is

in the building?

HUXLEY:

(understands)

Done.

(as she turns to the

guards)

I want a visual. Now. Every

corridor in the museum. I want

full sensors routed to me. And I

want it ninety seconds ago...

They start to scurry. There's a moment as he appreciates

her skill and ---

INT. MUSEUM - MAIN HALL - DAY

Now empty. Spartan strides along. Sparking bullshit

stun baton in one hand.

INT. MUSEUM - ARMORY ENTRANCE - DAY

Spartan approaches. Can see the sealed steel doors.

There's an emergency release beside them.

Checks the stun baton. Reaching for the handle when, the

DOORS EXPLODE at him. Blown aside. Fire, smoke every-

where, a battered cannonball bouncing down the hall.

Spartan hurls himself through the hole in the doors.

Takes cover behind one of the exhibits.

INT. MUSEUM - ARMORY ROOM - DAY

Phoenix stands behind the Civil War cannon.

PHOENIX:

(amusing himself once

again)

What can I say, I'm a blast from

the past.

He looks like a mad bandito. Draped in guns and ammo.

SPARTAN (O.S.)

Simon Phoenix. L.A.P.D., I mean

San Angeles P.D. You're under

arrest.

Where's the voice come from? Why does it sound so

familiar?

PHOENIX:

Nah. I don't think so.

Simon unleashes a BARRAGE from a TOMMY GUN draped around

his neck. Keeps FIRING and FIRING and FIRING. Empties

it. Not a very strategic move as he demolishes most of

the cases in the room, including the one directly over

Spartan.

A Beretta falls at his feet. An old police belt as well.

Spartan yanks out the magazine. Loads it. Collapses the

bullshit stun baton and tucks it away.

SPARTAN:

Hands up or I'll shoot, Simon.

(beat; to himself)

F*** it.

Spartan comes up FIRING. Gets off about THREE SHOTS

before Phoenix STRAFES the area with a HK91. Dives for

cover.

PHOENIX:

You were saying...

(recognition jolt)

Spartan! John Spartan! What's a

guy like you doing in a century

like this?

SPARTAN:

My job.

PHOENIX:

Who cares? Simon says bleed.

Phoenix unsheathes a pair of machine PISTOLS. BLAZES

away. Tries the AcMag. Still nothing.

PHOENIX:

(re:
the AcMag)

Come on, motherf***er.

(then)

Well, we'll do it the old-

fashioned way...

Dumps another load of black powder into the cannon.

STRAFES Spartan. Tamps the powder down. STRAFES Spartan.

Spartan sees a 12-gauge auto loader and a box of shells

across the aisle.

PHOENIX:

So lemme get this straight -- they

defrosted you just to lassoo my

piddly ass?

The MAGAZINE EMPTIES. Calculating the odds, Spartan dives

and rolls across the aisle.

SPARTAN:

I was in the neighborhood.

He's concerned when there're no shots fired. He oughta

be. Phoenix drops in a cannon ball. Lights the fuse.

Aims.

Spartan comes up BLAZING. Lotta firepower in a 12-GAUGE

at close range. Phoenix has a pair of SIX-SHOOTERS. Bad

Day at Black Rock. CASES SHATTER. The cannon's pointed

straight at Spartan. Displays collapse. Phoenix

flattens. A mannequin falls across the cannon, pointing

the muzzle down.

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