Demolition Man Page #18

HUXLEY:

You were awake? A person would go

insane.

Spartan stares out the window. Across the street he sees

a scragly SCRAP on a sputtery patched together motor bike

in front of a large food store across the street.

COCTEAU:

I am saddened and stunned. If

there's anything I can do...

Spartan goes back to staring out the window. Two, three,

then four Scraps loitering, looking around, they've done

nothing yet, but to Spartan's eye it's clear they're up

to no good.

The food truck approaches.

SPARTAN:

(standing)

Just call for back-up. I'll be

across the street.

HUXLEY:

But, John Spartan, why... How,

wha...

SPARTAN:

(calling out; as he

leaves)

One of those hunch things again.

Bad guys about to do bad things...

And Spartan is gone...

EXT. COURT OF STORES - NIGHT

The court of stores are located outside the restaurant.

Spartan steps past the holographic images toward the food

store.

No one can mistake him for an exiting patron. He

radiates attitude. Spartan picks up his pace. The food

truck is just pulling in. The Motorcycle Scrap sees him.

REVS the BIKE in a ferocious swerve towards Spartan.

Spartan looks around. Beside him is a street SIGN

MURMURING "Third and Alemeda, Third and Alemeda,

Third..." Spartan rips it from the ground.

INT. TACO BELL - TABLE AREA - NIGHT

Lenina, and the rest of the restaurant gather at the

window to ooh in fear. Cocteau scowls angrily at the

Scraps.

EXT. COURT OF STORES - NIGHT

The Scrap on the motorcycle has no time to dodge as

Spartan stands his ground, jousts him clear out of

his seat. The motorcycle skids by, barely missing him,

hits the curb, somersaults and explodes through the

holograms. Spartan doesn't even flinch.

Still clutching the pole, Spartan makes a swift kempo-

swing into the three other attackers. And then, all hell

breaks loose.

EXPLOSIVE DEVICES EXPLODE the concrete inside nearby

stores. Scraps come pouring out. Sewer COVERS are

BLOWN asunder followed by chain- and nunchuck-wielding

Scraps.

An ALARM SCREAMS strangely and melodically. The food

truck is swarmed. Inside the foodstore ten, twenty,

thirty Scraps attack and loot. Spartan sees there's a

lot of them here. A whole lot.

SPARTAN:

Great, they brought the whole

team.

Three more Scraps come charging out of the store.

Clutching packages. They hurl EXPLOSIVE DEVICES towards

Spartan to make their escape.

INT. TACO BELL - TABLE AREA - NIGHT

Lenina leads a round of giddy gasps. Cocteau is not

pleased with any of this.

EXT. COURT OF STORES - NIGHT

Spartan dodges the fusillade, looks around, takes stock

of the whole situation. An oncoming trolley comes around

the corner into the complex.

SPARTAN:

Now if we can just get them to

stay and play...

Spartan dashes to the trolley car. He bounds up to

the DRIVER.

TROLLEY DRIVER:

BE well...?

SPARTAN:

Be gone.

Spartan tugs the driver along with him out of the moving

trolley. He javelins a mighty thrust with the street

sign into the back wheels of the trolley.

INT. TACO BELL - TABLE AREA - NIGHT

The patrons grow dead silent in anticipation.

EXT. COURT OF STORES - NIGHT

The TROLLEY teeters into a savagely awesome derail. It

goes into a SQUEALING, sparking SKID right into the food

truck. The slamming-to-a-stop trolley neatly angles into

the truck trapping Scraps out front and inside.

INT. TACO BELL - TABLE AREA - NIGHT

The patrons unbridle themselves into actual cheering.

EXT. COURT OF STORES - NIGHT

Spartan bursts forth from the trolley into the melee.

SPARTAN:

You're all under arrest.

The Scraps freeze for a moment. This guy means business

in a way they've never seen before. But Spartan is dis-

tracted for a moment by an excited yell --

SCRAP RAIDER:

Protein! I've found protein!!

This doesn't sound like hardened criminals to Spartan.

More Scraps rush over to help him carry this booty away.

A SCRAP appears beside Spartan, swinging a pair of

nunchucks made from two knobby table legs.

SPARTAN:

(wearily)

You're going to regret this for

the rest of your life. Both

seconds of it.

Nunchuck Scrap thwaps Spartan. Spartan just looks

annoyed, not hurt. Slams him again. Still no reaction.

Spartan latches onto a nunchuck in the air as it comes

toward him. Yanks it forward as he shoves the Scrap

backward into the food store window. The Scrap bounces

off the window like a nerf ball, not remotely cracking

it. Spartan frowns to himself.

SPARTAN:

Maybe I'm losing my touch.

Two other Scraps attack him. Spartan fends off one,

shotputs the other into the WINDOW, this time SHATTERING

it competely.

SPARTAN:

Better.

Up on the truck, Payne, under an enormous load of food,

appears. Takes quick stock of the situation. He sees

Spartan. Has no idea who this guy is, but he's trouble.

They exchange a look.

PAYNE:

We're outta here!

INT. TACO BELL - TABLE AREA - NIGHT

Cocteau smolders at the sight of Payne.

EXT. COURT OF STORES - NIGHT

The HURLED SCRAP stumbles out of the window wreckage,

falling to his knees. As Spartan considers what the hell

is really going on, and should he deck this guy, a bunch

of cans of quirky food cascade out of the Scrap's jacket.

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