Demolition Man Page #24
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 115 min
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The three move along taking in the curious but
unfrightened glances. More than one person recognizes
Spartan from the battle the night before. You can feel
the buzz work down the street.
SPARTAN:
Thugs and hooligans, huh?
HUXLEY:
I had no idea... we've always been
told the only people down here were
savages, who wanted only to...
Spartan, Lenina, and Garcia find themselves starting to
sniff the air. Spartan grins, while the others look
ready to vomit.
GARCIA:
What is that emanation?
SPARTAN:
Oh, yeah, oh yeah...
The trio drifts toward a large, square hole in the sewer
wall in front of which a smiling OLD WOMAN is smoking up
some meat and tortillas on a makeshift grill. Other
Scraps sit in the space square behind, smoking cigarettes
and eating on ratty armchairs between shabby travel
posters.
SPARTAN:
Thank God, a real burrito...
Smokes.
HUXLEY:
I think I'm going to...
Salivating, Spartan silences Lenina by taking off her
watch and giving it to the woman. He snatches up a
burrito and a cigarette.
OLD WOMAN:
(to Garcia)
Buenos dias, senor....
GARCIA:
Uh, no thank you...
Spartan methodically switches back and forth from eating
and smoking like a machine.
SPARTAN:
Best damn burritos I ever had.
HUXLEY:
Just don't ask where the meat
comes from.
SPARTAN:
What do you mean?
HUXLEY:
Did you see any cows down here,
Detective?
Spartan's got one bite left. Turns to the old woman --
SPARTAN:
Que esta esso carne?
OLD WOMAN:
Esta carne de rodentia.
Beat.
SPARTAN:
Rat burritos. I'm eating a rat
burrito.
Spartan thinks about it. Eats the last bite.
SPARTAN:
And it was good. Damn fine salsa
too.
OLD WOMAN:
Gracias, Senor.
Huxley is nauseous.
GARCIA:
Oh my...
They turn and walk on. Ignoring the very disreptuable
looking cantina tucked into a carved out section of
landfill. As they go by, we PUSH IN with a seedy-
looking patron to find --
INT. WASTELAND - BAR
It's as low life a place there is down here. It's
further dragged down by the presence, in the furthest
back, darkest corner, of Simon Phoenix and Six Cryocons,
freshly defrosted and each the size of a major appliance,
ALBERT, BEPPO, CHARLIE, DANZIG, ELVIN and FRANCIS. All
a little groggy. Phoenix, very execu-criminal, sits at
the head of the raggedy bar table.
PHOENIX:
Gentlemen, let's review. It's
2042. That's two oh four two, as
in the Twenty-First Century. The
world is a p*ssy-whipped Disney
Channel version of itself and all
we gotta do to run the whole place
is kill this guy, named Raymond,
who put it all together. Then
as an added bonus, you get to kill
the man who put most of us in the
freezer, your pal and mine, John
Spartan.
(this goes over big;
now for the plan)
We can rape, loot, pillage, all
the fun things you remember.
This place is gonna be like a
theme park, but with our kinda
themes. Let's get busy.
BEPPO:
(fixated on this
previous point)
We get to kill John Spartan?
PHOENIX:
(knows his clientele)
Over and over and over, if you'd
like.
Beppo does like. Nods. Sounds like a good plan to
everyone else as well.
PHOENIX:
(throwing back his
drink)
Salud.
INT. WASTELAND - LARGE CAVERN - NIGHT
Spartan, Huxley and Garcia step in. A meeting place
of sorts. A machine shop. Off to one side, a giant
belt driven machine shop out of 1900, taking its power
from a water wheel, attached to an enormous transmission
spinning furiously. Mechanics fix and combine various
vehicles into working fashion. Blow torches, bellows.
Another flume feeds a wildly churning wheel running the
fans.
We can see stalls and houses around the rim. Out of date
cars are being used as homes. Spartan takes it all in.
His eye catches a bright red 1969 Pontiac GTO beside the
machine shop. He's drawn to it in admiration, Huxley and
Garcia in his wake.
SPARTAN:
Nice... A 1969 Pontiac LeMans GTO
convertible with rear spoiler and
hot wheel mags... Seriously beyond
the standard package.
A very large caliber revolver appears alongside Spartan's
head.
VOICE (O.S.)
So are these. Why don't you put
down the glow rods.
Spartan does. The man with the gun is Payne. Six other
SCRAP TOUGHS have the drop on Lenina and Garcia with
giant crude shotguns. One of them wears a familiar
periscope around his neck.
PAYNE:
Your friends too.
(they do)
You got ball balls, cop, coming down
here after the show you put on...
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