Demolition Man Page #25

HUXLEY:

(tough as she can)

We're looking for a MurderDeath

Killer... Can you help? Or just

bully us with these primitive

weapons?

Spartan shakes his head in disbelief. Payne shifts his

aim. FIRES. Blows a hole in the side of an abandoned

car the size of a grapefruit.

SPARTAN:

Well, maybe they're not so

primitive.

PAYNE:

Not funny, not smart. What do

you want, cop?

SPARTAN:

I got a few questions.

Payne C*CKS his PISTOL, aims at Spartan.

SPARTAN:

But if it's a bad time we could

come back later.

PAYNE:

It's always a bad time down here

for questions.

TOUGH SCRAP:

You've got no business down here.

SPARTAN:

Who are all you people? And why

are you down here?

PAYNE:

What's it to you? What the hell

do you care?

SPARTAN:

Look, I'm not from here. Well, I

am from here, but I'm not from

Now. And for all I can see, this

whole place is as f***ed up as

where I'm from... I'd just kinda

like to know what's going on.

Spartan still waits. A crowd begins to grow. Payne,

despite the fact that he's the guy with the gun, decides

to answer.

PAYNE:

Some of us didn't tow the line.

Some of us didn't make the grade.

Spartan stares past Payne to wild pieces of graffiti on

a wall behind him that includes "I HATE SAN ANGELES and

SUCK MY COCTEAU!"

PAYNE:

And some of us just got tired of

being told what to do...

SPARTAN:

Guess you people weren't part of

the Cocteau plan.

PAYNE:

Man, this is the Cocteau plan.

SPARTAN:

Next time you go shopping, I'm

not going to be in your way...

(then)

Listen, when the laws are wrong,

men have to take it upon

themselves to change them.

Payne stares at him. Spartan's sincere. Payne lets his

gun drop. The others follow.

HUXLEY:

(shocked)

John Spartan, you must uphold the

law.

A good-looking woman of about fifty looks up from the

edge of the crowd with sudden interest at the mention of

Spartan's name.

SPARTAN:

It's the old story, give up a

little freedom for a little

safety and soon you have no

freedom and no safety.

PAYNE:

You're a pretty wise man.

SPARTAN:

Nah, I'm just fifty years out of

date. But I do have another

question.

(off Payne's tacit

approval)

We're looking for a guy. Black

skin, white hair, one blue eye,

bad attitude. He's from my time,

and if I don't find him, we're

all in trouble.

Payne hasn't. Looks to the others.

TOUGH SCRAP:

(nods to Payne)

Scoped him yesterday.

GARCIA:

(amazed)

You were right...

VIEW FROM DISTANCE

Suddenly, the viewer is pulled out for a long view of

Spartan talking to Payne. Then one, two, three, four,

five, six bodies step INTO the F.G. Simon and his goons

walking down the street.

SIMON:

can't believe his good luck. He chuckles.

PHOENIX:

You know, I musta done something

right in a previous life.

(thinks; this seems

really unlikely)

Don't know what that coulda been...

He turns and quietly starts dispensing instructions to

the cryocons.

BACK TO SCENE:

The woman who looked up with such interest, steps over

closer. She's got to know.

KATHERINE:

John Spartan? The Demolition Man?

SPARTAN:

Yeah...

(surprised; looks at

this older woman)

Do I know you?

She's shaken, a tear rolls down her cheek. She brushes

it away. Doesn't know how to react... Neither does he

as --

KATHERINE:

You did. I'm your daughter.

He wraps his arms around her, she him as well.

SPARTAN:

Katie, my little Katie...

KATHERINE:

Little Kate, I'm older than you...

SPARTAN:

You'll always be my little girl,

I don't care how old you are.

(steps back)

God, Katie. You're all grown up.

I missed your whole life. I

missed everything.

KATHERINE:

Mom and I always talked about

you. I always hoped I would see

you one day. I knew I would.

He holds her at arm's length admiring her. Then ---

SPARTAN:

Tell me everything. I want to

know everything about you...

KATHERINE:

(laughing; it's fifty

years)

Everything? All at once?

Spartan's grin, though it seems impossible, gets wider.

He kisses her on the forehead. Holds her back out at

arm's length, just looking at her with this great big

smile...

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