Demolition Man Page #21

SPARTAN:

Good thing she didn't die without

permission. Did she move?

VIDSCREEN COMPUTER (V.O.)

No relocation license granted.

No ref.

SPARTAN:

(getting irked)

Reason for 'no ref'?

VIDSCREEN COMPUTER (V.O.)

(after a beat)

What number do you wish to call?

Hangs up on him.

The image blinks out, replaced by clouds and the "BE

WELL" slogan. An annoyed Spartan stares at the screen.

He picks up the strange box Lenina gave him. Inside it

is a stack of petite laserdiscs. Spartan sticks the

first laserdisc in his television.

A surveillance camera shot shows the image of the explo-

sion at the museum. Spartan pops the disc and puts

another in. This time the surveillance village shows

Cocteau and Associate Bob walking through the courtyard.

Then the gunshot. Then finally Spartan comes to the

strange face-to-face between Cocteau and Phoenix.

Spartan back-and-forth watches the stand~off with growing

fascination. He almost unconsciously reaches out to the

sewing needles and the red yarn...

INT. COCTEAU'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Dark. Cocteau steps in. Trailed by Associate Bob.

Nothing happens. He looks around wondering why.

COCTEAU:

(a little annoyed)

Lights.

PHOENIX (O.S.)

Nah, I changed that. Illuminate.

The lights go on. Simon is behind Cocteau's desk, his feet

up.

PHOENIX:

Illuminate.

(they go off)

Isn't that nicer? Go 'head, you

try it.

COCTEAU:

(exasperated)

Illuminate.

The lights come back on.

PHOENIX:

Raymond, bud, we need to talk.

COCTEAU:

How'd you get in?

PHOENIX:

I wish I knew. Access codes,

routes to secret underground

kingdoms, the words to songs I

thought I forgot... I've been

meaning to ask you about this. I

can do almost anything. I like

this. A lot.

COCTEAU:

(starting to lose his

calm demeanor)

Your skills were given to you for

a reason. Not for your personal

amusement. Your job is to kill

this nuisance, Thomas Payne no

one else in San Angeles can

perform this simple task

anymore -- and not to allow him to

wreak any more surface harassing

havoc. And your ineptitude

allowed it to grow worse tonight.

PHOENIX:

(beat)

'Ineptitude.' Now I'd say that's

a bit of a provocative word,

Raymond. Have you ever been down

to the Wasteland? Has anyone you

know been down there?? No?

(good; then I lie madly)

Oooh. It's bad down there. Really

bad. It's a wonder I got out of

there alive. It's gonna be a big

problem.

(sorry, but...)

I'm gonna need five or six more

guys. Easy.

(then)

You gotta list? 'Cause I don't

wanna defrost no serial killers

or mad dog types.

COCTEAU:

So you're gonna be the only mad

dog type?

For a minute we might think Phoenix is insulted. Uh uh.

PHOENIX:

Exactemundo.

Cocteau turns to Bob.

COCTEAU:

Fine. Take care of it.

(then to Phoenix)

Just get it over with... You're

beginning to be more trouble

than you're worth.

PHOENIX:

Aww, don't say that...

Phoenix chuckles. Then, a little irked --

PHOENIX:

What the hell is Spartan doing

here, Raymond? Who invited him to

our party?

Cocteau's gotta lie about this one. Wasn't part of his

plan either.

COCTEAU:

Finish your business and I'll

stuff him back in the freezer.

Think of him as a guarantee.

PHOENIX:

I took care of Spartan before,

don't worry your pointy little

head about it. Now to avoid this

ineptitude, we need these guys

thawed...

Cocteau nods. Yeah, whatever...

PHOENIX:

Illuminate.

The lights go out again. Simon chuckles madly.

COCTEAU:

(getting aggravated)

Illuminate.

Nothing happens.

PHOENIX:

(laughing as he

disappears)

Nah, I changed it again. See ya...

ASSOCIATE BOB:

What a distasteful fellow.

Cocteau just looks at him. Enough already...

COCTEAU:

Oh shut up, Bob.

EXT. LENINA'S APARTMENT - MORNING

Lenina is waiting outside her car as Spartan emerges from

the building.

HUXLEY:

(all business)

Detective...

SPARTAN:

(getting in the

driver's side)

I've got to learn to do this

sometime.

Spartan tosses Lenina a suavely-knitted sweater of

familiar red yarn.

SPARTAN:

This is for you, Huxley.

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