Demolition Man Page #29

The truck slides in a full, unstoppable quadruple jack-

knife towards the police station.

Spartan tries one last ditch attempt to bailout, but

his door won't open, forced in by the first trailer bent

over from the force of those behind.

The truck hits the curb, flips, collapses and plows into

the police station.

INT. TRUCK CAB - NIGHT

BLOOOOOFFF. SecuroFoam EXPLODES from nozzles everywhere.

INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

What few cops there are flee in all directions... The

truck followed by four trailers wipes out the station.

Flames, ARCING POWER CABLES, EXPLOSIONS. Demolition.

EXT. POLICE STATION - AFTERMATH - NIGHT

Fire drones fight the blaze. The cab of the truck, a

door torn off, lies askew. It's entirely filled with

dense, solid foam. Half a beat... It CRACKS open,

Spartan appears tearing giant hunks of foam away. Eyes

wild.

Earle stands, mouth agape, staring at the destruction.

Spartan's reappearance doesn't make him feel any better.

EARLE:

You... You... Menace!

SPARTAN:

Yeah.

Huxley comes running up from the GTO.

HUXLEY:

John Spartan, I thought your life

force had been prematurely

terminated. Look at you, you're

in shambles.

SPARTAN:

(still tearing off

foam)

Thought I was f***ed this time too.

(re:
his torn uniform)

Don't worry. I can fix this later.

All I need's a needle and thread.

Spartan looks around, turns to Earle.

SPARTAN:

I need something, anything, a

shotgun, a flare gun...

(looks up)

Holy sh*t...

Earle and Huxley follow his glance. Coming across the

green, a horde of Scraps, armed to the teeth, carrying

the dead cryocons on two litters, and emerging from

their midst beside Payne, Alfredo Garcia.

EARLE:

(mustering command)

Stun batons on!

Spartan gives him a look, are you out of your mind?

Huxley ignores him completely as well. Moves to Garcia.

SPARTAN:

You get a bump on the noggin and

you're Pancho Villa.

GARCIA:

Who?

SPARTAN:

Never mind.

(to Payne)

Loan me a gun. Loan me two guns.

Payne thinks about it for a half second. Hands his gun

over, nods to someone else as well to follow suit.

Spartan straps on two guns and a giant ammo belt .

SPARTAN:

What else you got?

The Scraps unearth half-a-dozen large explosive devices.

Spartan loads them into the GTO. Earle is ready to cry

when he sees all this. A catastrophe averted, but --

EARLE:

You would have used these weapons

of mass destruction against the

men and women who upheld the law?!

PAYNE:

We would have used these weapons

to shop for groceries.

Half a beat. Earle gets it. There's kids in this crowd.

And a lot of hungry people.

PAYNE:

Look, Chief, I've had it with being

a criminal. I'm not a criminal.

Think of me more as the head of the

people's militia. We're gonna go

dump the tea in the harbor, ya

know?

EARLE:

That's good, cause tea contains

caffeine.

Spartan looks at him.

SPARTAN:

You're joking again, right?

(as Earle nods)

Grin or something afterwards,

people don't know.

Earle nods seriously. Spartan steps over to the dead

guys on the litters, pulls back a sheet. He stares at

the first guy. Can't believe what he sees...

HUXLEY:

Who are these swarthy strangers?

SPARTAN:

(stunned; checks the

second)

I know these guys. I arrested them

years ago... Albert Collins, 22

known murders. Beppo Zemoto, I

don't even want to talk about what

he did. And they're out. There

were more too...

HUXLEY:

(proud of him)

I once checked, prior to your

arrest, 45 out of 200 members of

the multilife sentence wing of

the cryoprison were your arrests.

SPARTAN:

Right now, that's not a very

reassuring statistic...

KATHERINE (O.S.)

Hey. Dad.

Spartan turns, faces his daughter.

KATHERINE:

Here. You gave me this.

She holds out a tarnished barely recognizable gold LAPD

shield on a chain. Drapes it over his neck. She hugs

him.

KATHERINE:

Don't get killed. Maybe we'll

get to know each other.

SPARTAN:

That'd be good.

KATHERINE:

I didn't tell you I loved you.

He smiles at her gently. Forty-two years of pain washing

clean --

SPARTAN:

You don't have to.

It hits her hard. This is her dad. Spartan gets in the

GTO. Huxley gets in beside him. Looks at her. Thinks

about it. She'll do as a partner... FIRES the GTO UP.

The thing's a bomb on wheels now.

HUXLEY:

Don't hit anything.

SPARTAN:

Whattya mean? I'm an excellent

driver.

As he goes SQUEALING OUT, clipping and KNOCKING OVER the

one remaining WALL of the police station --

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