Demolition Man Page #27

Spartan stampedes away.

INT. WASTELAND - UNDERGROUND STREET - NIGHT

Knocked to the ground before her burrito stand, the Old

Woman points inside the square room.

Spartan comes in low, gun out, ready to fire. No one

there. Spartan pivots into the square space, looking all

around. Then up. An open trapdoor. Spartan peers in.

ELEVATOR SHAFT:

A humongous steelwalled vertical shaft which rises up

into the blackness. The Old Woman's cubbyhole is really

a huge freight elevator. Phoenix is climbing up a cable

with speedy precision.

BURRITO JOINT:

Spartan drops down with a gleam.

SPARTAN:

There's an elevator shaft on top

of this place...

HUXLEY:

Then does that mean this place

is...

Spartan looks around, tearing old travel posters off the

wall. Reveals a panel. Large up/down handle.

HUXLEY:

Going up?

SPARTAN:

(looking off; with a

sudden grin)

Momentito, Senorita Huxley.

INT. 2042 GM DEALERSHIP - NIGHT

Shoppers wander about admiring the cars. Half a beat.

The ELEVATOR can be heard SCREECHING upward. And then a

CRUNCHING stop. The floor begins to buckle. Customers

flee in terror. The VROOM of an ENGINE can be heard.

The FLOOR CRACKS asunder. The freight elevator emerges.

A 2042 model is tossed aside as the elevator rises from

the floor.

The Wasteland Pontiac GTO convertible is jamparked in

burrito joint crunching the place's chairs in a heap.

Driver Spartan REVS the ENGINE as passenger Lenina

shudders about what is to happen next.

HUXLEY:

Now what?

SPARTAN:

Vaya con dios.

Spartan drops the GTO into gear. ROARS the CAR straight

out the front window of the dealership.

EXT. TACO BELL - COURTYARD - NIGHT

A maintenance hatch in the ground rises open. Phoenix

scrambles out. Exhausted, greasy, dripping with sweat.

At the far end of the courtyard, he sees ---

Lamb keeping watch on the entrance. A giant puff of

smoke has come billowing out. Lamb looks seriously

concerned. And at the same time kinda pleased.

LAMB:

Yeah, the Demo Man is back.

Lamb bends over to look. As he does, we see a figure

approaching from behind. Simon Phoenix.

PHOENIX:

So am I. Rookie.

Phoenix digs out a .22. SHOOTS him repeatedly in the

stomach.

LAMB:

Phoenix... you're still... one

ugly sonofabitch.

PHOENIX:

You shouldn't have said that, now

I'm going to have to kill you...

Ah damn, I forgot, I already did.

Lamb drops to the ground.

PONTIAC GTO:

Tears along, divoting up the pristine 2042 green, the

car flinging a solar tower in its path to the ground,

generally leaving trouble in its wake. Spartan sees,

in the extreme distance, Phoenix dashing from Lamb's

crumpled body and the stolen police car pulling away.

SPARTAN:

Lamb!

Spartan GUNS the GTO, SCREAMS it across, SKIDS to a halt.

Leaps out. It's too late. Lamb is dead. There's a half

a beat with his dead friend.

HUXLEY:

I empathize with your loss.

Spartan looks up and growls. Strides to the GTO. Huxley

jumps in beside. He floors it. Huxley's head flies back

against her seat. The GTO THUNDERS out onto a shiny new

San Angeles boulevard.

EXT. SOME OTHER SAN ANGELES STREET - NIGHT

The GTO CRUSHES a computer kiosk as it ROARS onto the

street, aggressively PLOWING through the gentle user-

friendly cars on the road in its terrifying pursuit of

Phoenix and Lamb's stolen police car.

Spartan FIRES out the window at the wildly fishtailing

Phoenix, but the angle's just wrong. Can't see and

drive and aim.

SPARTAN:

F*** it.

Pulls the gun back in. One hand on the wheel, Spartan

straight-arms the Beretta and aims through his own wind-

shield. It's like a video game. Phoenix's fishtailing

brings him into the sights. Spartan FIRES. His own

windshield SHATTERS. Blows into glass pebbles all

around them.

INT. STOLEN POLICE CAR - NIGHT

The bullet rips against Phoenix's neck.

PHOENIX:

Motherf***er!

Phoenix FIRES a wild salvo back emptying three or four

different handguns. SHATTERING the grill, BLOWING out

what remains of the glass in the GTO.

EXT. SOME OTHER SAN ANGELES STREET - NIGHT

Spartan FIRES two rounds at each of Phoenix's rear tires,

cleanly puncturing each. The car swerves and fishtails.

INT. STOLEN POLICE CAR - NIGHT

Phoenix struggles to control the car.

PHOENIX:

Auto-inflate!

Suddenly the two TIRES reinflate with a WHOOSH and the

car is back on a straight course.

INT. GTO - NIGHT

Spartan grunts in frustration.

SPARTAN:

Damn! Take over!

HUXLEY:

What?!

Spartan yanks her into the driver's seat and rises,

standing out through the missing windshield. Huxley

barely holds onto the steering wheel and the car wildly

swerves.

SPARTAN:

Drive!

HUXLEY:

So what, I just push this pedal...

EXT. SOME OTHER SAN ANGELES STREET - NIGHT

She FLOORS the GAS and the GTO BURNS RUBBER, PEELING down

the street. Spartan is thrown back against the roof of

the car, manages to hang on. He opens FIRE on Phoenix's

car. Perforating it, blowing off side mirrors, generally

making a mess of it as Phoenix weaves wildly back and

forth trying to shake them off.

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