Demolition Man Page #15

Phoenix pulls out the now-fully-charged AcMag as the

CANNON FIRES. Right into the floor. BLOWS out one of

the transparent panels. The two of them collapse into

the floor below.

INT. MUSEUM - MAIN HALL - DAY

Smoke everywhere.

PHOENIX (O.S.)

Nice shooting, Spartan. You

killed the building.

The smoke clears. They're in downtown 20th Century

L.A. They've dropped into the archeological exhibit we

saw before. Spartan, shaking off the fall, finds himself

weaponless. Phoenix is spinning madly around, AcMag in

one hand, an Ingram from his shoulder bag in the other.

STRAFES everywhere with the INGRAM. Tosses it away.

PHOENIX:

Past is over, Spartan.

(re the AcMag)

Time for something new and improved.

Like me... Now die.

Phoenix aims the AcMag. Completely silent. Then the

first OBJECT that intersects his aim simply EXPLODES.

Whatever it is. Phoenix laughs hysterically. Likes this

new toy a lot. Fires again. A working FIRE HYDRANT

BLOWS UP off its bolts.

Water is spraying everywhere. Phoenix stands in it six

inches deep. Spartan yanks out his stun baton, steps

clear, jams it in the water.

SPARTAN:

You forgot to say Simon says.

Spartan activates the stun baton. Phoenix is racked with

pain. Rattled and shaken by the charge. Involuntary

shudders. Yanks himself clear with a wild grin.

PHOENIX:

What a brave new world. Sorry you

have to leave.

He FIRES. Spartan dives for cover. Just out of reach he

spots the BERETTA. Dives for it. SHOOTS back. It's

like a popgun compared to the AcMag. Anything but

survival becomes completely out of the question. Phoenix

FIRES ROUND AFTER ROUND. Everything he aims at just

EXPLODES. That Spartan lives through this at all is

amazing.

EXT. MUSEUM - REAR COURTYARD - DAY

Cocteau coolly walks through the freshly-landscaped

courtyard.

A large column of smoke rises out of a section of the

museum. Associate Bob frantically bobs about him.

ASSOCIATE BOB:

I'm sure, sir, the Stress Breeder

is inside being demobilized as we

speak...

A BULLET WHISTLES by, barely missing Bob. He hurls

himself into the dirt. Cocteau turns to face a jazzed-

up Phoenix, still draped in weapons, the AcMag tucked in

his belt.

PHOENIX:

Damn, being frozen has thrown

off my aim. Don't worry, I'll

kill you with the next shot.

COCTEAU:

I don't think so.

Phoenix raises a Luger to Cocteau. Something snaps.

Phoenix's smile turns to a grimace. His gun hand

quivers. He wants to kill, but he can't. Cocteau

folds his arms.

COCTEAU:

Ah, no kiss-kiss. No bang-bang...

And you were doing so well. Now,

don't you have a job to do? Don't

you have someone you have to kill?

Phoenix looks at him. Surprised and puzzled...

PHOENIX:

Yeah, I do...

Spartan comes crashing out of the wreckage. Loading

the Beretta as he runs, a crazed scowl on his face.

Phoenix leaps the wall.

EXT. MUSEUM STREET - REAR COURTYARD - DAY

Phoenix bounds up a hill. Jumps onto the back of a

WHIRRING ELECTRIC TROLLEY heading by. It picks up speed.

He disappears.

EXT. MUSEUM - REAR COURTYARD - DAY

Spartan takes aim - out of range. F***. Turns to

Cocteau.

SPARTAN:

You don't know how f***ing lucky

you are that maniac didn't whack

you.

COCTEAU:

No doubt whacking, whatever it

is, would be extremely bad. You

scared him away and I do not know

how to thank you. You saved my

life.

Spartan gives a SUSPICIOUS glance from the wall to

Cocteau as Cocteau leads him...

EXT. COCTEAU COMPLEX - MUSEUM ENTRANCE - DAY

The cops and passersby are in a state of shock. A column

of smoke still rises from somewhere in the middle of the

building. 2042 Fire Department vehicles arrive. A fire-

man jumps into a control stand atop the vehicle, pulls a

joystick, and the entire back of the truck lifts off,

unmanned drone. He guides it towards the blaze. Under

all of which --

HUXLEY:

Not bad for an eighty-four-year-

old! Simon Phoenix knows he has

some competition. He's finally

matched his meat. You really

licked his ass!

SPARTAN:

Uh, it's 'met his match.' And

'kicked.' Kicked' his ass.

Cocteau takes a quivering Chief Earle aside.

COCTEAU:

(coolly)

Who is this man?

In the b.g., Associate Bob arrives, tidily brushing

dirt off himself.

EARLE:

Detective John Spartan.

Temporarily reinstated to the San

Angeles Police Department to

pursue the madman Simon Phoenix.

(ready to cry)

You told us to do everything in

our power to capture the madman.

COCTEAU:

(beat)

I did. Yes. Yes, I did. I do

recall the exploits of John

Spartan. Didn't they call him...

I think it was... The Demolition

Man.

(then)

It's quite all right, Chief.

Unexpected, creative, but quite

all right. BE Well.

Earle nods. Still terrified.

COCTEAU:

John Spartan, welcome. So, what

do you think of our fair society?

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