Demolition Man Page #20

INT. LENINA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

A beat of open-mouthed amazement and enjoyment and then

Spartan tears the helmet from his head and throws down

his towel with a mixture of confusion and anxiety.

Lenina is still seated across the room.

HUXLEY:

What's wrong? You broke contact.

SPARTAN:

Contact? I haven't even touched

you yet!

Lenina removes her helmet with some confusion and hurt.

HUXLEY:

But... but I thought you wanted

to make love.

SPARTAN:

This is like boning Ms. Pacman.

Lenina stands, tossing her helmet down, and faces

Spartan.

HUXLEY:

(flustered)

Vir-sex has been proven to

produce higher orders of

alpha waves during digitized

transference of sexual energies!

SPARTAN:

Waddya say we just do this the

old-fashioned way?

She looks at him, backing away in shock and disgust.

HUXLEY:

Uuuugh. You mean... fluid transfer?!

SPARTAN:

Boning, doing the wild mambo,

you know...

(demonstrates)

... the hunka chunka.

HUXLEY:

That is no longer done!

Spartan looks at her like she's out of her mind.

HUXLEY:

Exchange of bodily fluids? Do

you know what that leads to?

SPARTAN:

Kids, smoking, a desire to raid

the fridge.

HUXLEY:

The rampant exchange of bodily

fluids was one of the major reasons

for the downfall of society.

(trying to explain

calmly)

After AIDS there was NRS. After

NRS there was UBT. One of the

first things Dr. Cocteau was able

to do was outlaw and behaviorally

engineer all fluid transfer out

of societally-acceptable

behavior. Not even mouth

transfer is condoned.

SPARTAN:

There's no kissing anymore...?

I was a good kisser...

HUXLEY:

Ughh.

SPARTAN:

What about kids?

HUXLEY:

Procreation? We go to the lab.

Fluids are purified, screened

and transferred by authorized

medical personnel only. Ugh.

Ugh...

SPARTAN:

I didn't...

HUXLEY:

You are a savage creature. John

Spartan, I wish you to leave my

domicile now!

She points to the door. Stamps her foot. Some things

never change. He wants to explain. She stamps her foot

again. He leaves.

INT. SPARTAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

In darkness, Spartan loudly bangs into something.

SPARTAN:

Ahh. Lights.

Lights come up. The place is, well, spartan. Exact

same shape and size as Huxley's, but stunningly sterile

and unwarm. Spartan tragically takes in the place,

pokes his head into a clinical bathroom, a bathroom with

no toilet paper and a strange shelf with three seashells.

Shakes his head.

Spartan's hands start to quiver toward a knitting needle

and a ball of red yarn. Curiously furrowing his brow,

Spartan plops into a strenuously uncomfortable futuristic

chair and begins almost unconsciously knitting the red

yarn. He stops himself in perplexed surprise...

Suddenly, a LOUD BOPPING noise fills the air. A beautiful

NUDE WOMAN, casually brushing her teeth, appears on a

vidscreen before Spartan.

NUDE WOMAN (IMAGE)

Hi, Martin! I was thinki -- ohmyGod!

I'm sorry, wrong number --

In a panic, the Nude Woman reaches O.S. and the IMAGE

CLICKS off. Spartan smiles, then stops smiling. He

awkwardly calls out to the telescreen.

SPARTAN:

Uh, telephone directory...

VIDSCREEN COMPUTER (V.O.)

(words appearing

simultaneously on the

screen)

Videophone directory accessed.

Spartan almost bails, but finally --

SPARTAN:

(a little worried)

Do you have a number for a Katie,

I guess it's Katherine now,

Spartan? Or maybe under her

mom's name, Warren, or...

(the thought hits

him)

... her mom might have even

re-remarried. But she's passed

away now...

Shuts up. Realizes he's been rambling.

VIDSCREEN COMPUTER (V.O.)

(as soon as he shuts up)

Katie Spartan. No ref. Katherine

Spartan. No ref. Katherine

Warren.

(pause, pause)

No current ref.

SPARTAN:

Was there one?

VIDSCREEN COMPUTER (V.O.)

Listed offspring under Madeline

Warren through 2010. Listed

different number domicile until

2028.

SPARTAN:

What happened then?

He can't believe he's having a dialogue with TV screen,

but...

VIDSCREEN COMPUTER (V.O.)

No ref.

SPARTAN:

(dreading the answer)

Did she die?

VIDSCREEN COMPUTER (V.O.)

No death certificate issued.

No ref.

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