Demolition Man Page #16

SPARTAN:

Great, I come to the future,

Phoenix gets the ray gun, I get

the rusty Beretta.

Cocteau addresses Spartan and the entire assemblage.

COCTEAU:

John Spartan, in honor of your

arrival, and your protection of

the sanctity of human life,

namely my own, I wish for you to

join me for dinner tonight.

(sees Huxley

at his side)

The both of you. I insist.

You must accompany me to Taco Bell.

Huxley looks seriously pleased and flattered. Spartan

just has no clue as to this choice of restaurants.

Huxley discreetly elbows him. Hard.

SPARTAN:

Uh. That'd be great.

(befuddled)

Looking forward to it...

INT. POLICE STATION - MAIN AREA - DUSK

Spartan is not happy --

SPARTAN:

Wait, wait, wait.

Spartan is staring at a vid screen on a wall: Cocteau,

grinning, arms spread, his utopia behind him, and the

Behavioral Engineering logo.

SPARTAN:

Spacely Sprockets here, who is now

in charge, the 'Mayor/Gov,' who

wants to take me to dinner at

Taco Bell -- though Lord knows I

wouldn't mind a burrito -- is

also one of the guys who invented

the cryoprison?!

Morality BOX BEEPS. Spartan casually adds the paper to

the collection in his breast pocket. Under --

EARLE:

Dr. Cocteau is the most important

man in San Angeles. He practically

created our whole way of life.

Savage!

SPARTAN:

Well he can have it.

(choosing words)

And rather than inserting barbed

instruments up the rectums of

those around you, perhaps you

would care to sit on one yourself.

A flustered Earle gives a look to the morality box.

Spartan turns to another vid screen. A map of San

Angeles on it.

SPARTAN:

Phoenix could be anywhere, but

not having a code could hurt him.

Limits his options.

HUXLEY:

Correct. Money is outmoded. All

transactions are through codes.

SPARTAN:

So Phoenix can't buy food or a

place to crash for the night.

Pointless for him to mug anybody...

(beat; thinks)

Unless he rips off someone's hand.

Let's hope he doesn't figure that

one out...

Everyone is momentarily nauseated.

GARCIA:

And with all officers already

patrolling in a citywide crisis

net, it should be just a matter of

tick-tocks before...

EARLE:

And you know, we already have a

back-up plan. We can just wait

for another code to go red. When

Phoenix performs another

murderdeathkill, we'll know

exactly where to pounce...

SPARTAN:

Oh. Great plan.

EARLE:

Thank you.

Only Lenina gets the sarcasm. She and Spartan exchange a

look. Spartan goes back to staring at the screen.

SPARTAN:

So where the f*** is he?

Spartan reaches without looking. Pockets another

warning.

EXT. SAN ANGELES ALLEY - NIGHT

Simon is behind a shiny silver building. Prying up a

grate.

PHOENIX:

No front door, no welcome mat,

what's with these people? How

you supposed to show up and kill

somebody?

He loves his own jokes. Climbs down in. Starts down a

long ladder welded onto the side. Shuts the grate behind

him.

EXT. SAN ANGELES SKYLINE - NIGHT

The 2042 skyline glistens. Tiny cars zip along below us.

INT. LENINA'S POLICE CAR - MOVING - NIGHT

Spartan stares in amazement at Huxley as she prattles

on...

HUXLEY:

(a touch embarrassed;

a schoolgirl crush)

I've been an enthusiast of your

escapades for quite some time.

I have, in fact, perused some actual

newsreels of you at the

Schwarzenegger library. The time

you drove your car through that...

SPARTAN:

Back up. The Schwarzenegger

library...

HUXLEY:

Yes, the Schwarzenegger

Presidential Library. Wasn't he

an actor when you...

SPARTAN:

Stop... He was President?

HUXLEY:

Even though he was not born in

this country, his popularity at

the time caused the 61st Amendment

which states...

SPARTAN:

(waving her off)

I don't want to know...

They drive in silence for a while, Spartan staring out

the window at 2042 passing by.

SPARTAN:

I keep looking around, thinking

about my daughter growing up in a

place like this. I'm afraid she's

gonna think I'm some kind of

disgusting primate from the past.

As much as I want to see her, I

almost don't wanna know. I'm not

gonna fit into the picture very

well.

Huxley reaches for the car terminal; thrilled with this

small mischief.

HUXLEY:

It would be a minor misuse of

police powers but I could do a

search for you.

Spartan reaches over, stops her hand. Shakes his head

"no." There's a moment between the two of them. He

remembers he shouldn't touch her. Lets go. She doesn't

seem to mind.

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