Demolition Man Page #30

INT. COCTEAU'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Cocteau, Bob, Simon and the remaining cryocons are there

listening to Cocteau warble on --

COCTEAU:

I wasn't counting on this, but I

must say you've worked out

beautifully. People are terrified

of you.

PHOENIX:

(don't flatter me)

Ah, people have always been

terrified of me.

Cocteau continues his eerie soliloquy, feeding Phoenix's

amusement. Phoenix walks behind him under this, takes out

a knife and behind Raymond's back, tries desperately to

kill him. He can't.

COCTEAU:

But this time they're truly scared.

Soon they'll want to take the next

step -- security cameras in every

room, stricter alarm systems against

misbehavior, anonymous hotlines to

their neighbor's infractions...

(gloating)

I'll have carte blanche now to

create the perfect society.

Everyone will want it. An enzyme

injection for all citizens that

will insure everyone has the same

I.Q., the same weight, and the

same desire to think only happy

thoughts.

Phoenix is back where Cocteau can see him --

PHOENIX:

I'm pretty happy now. I think I'll

pass on that shot.

Phoenix steps off to one side, pulls an old Airweight out

of his belt. Aims it at Cocteau, tries, tries to pull

the trigger. Isn't going to happen. He grunts in

frustration.

COCTEAU:

(lost in his

own reverie)

Other cities will follow. San

Angeles will be a beacon of order

with the purity of an ant colony

and the beauty of a flawless pearl.

PHOENIX:

Nah. You can't take away people's

right to be a**holes.

(then; it's been

bothering him)

That's it, that's who you remind

me of -- an evil Mr. Rogers.

Cocteau smiles. Simon tosses the gun to Elvin.

PHOENIX:

You try to kill him. This is

beginning to piss me off.

Elvin empties all six shots into Cocteau's very surprised

face.

Associate Bob looks on from the corner. A little

frightened, but not giving a sh*t about Cocteau.

PHOENIX:

So what shall I do with you, Bob?

ASSOCIATE BOB:

I am an excellent associate, sir.

I could work for you.

(off Phoenix's doubt

of this)

Dr. Cocteau actually had me

endocrinecologically altered to

never wish to be anything but

an associate.

PHOENIX:

What??

ASSOCIATE BOB:

I believe the slang that would best

express it across our chronological

gap, sir, would be that he -- cut

my balls off.

PHOENIX:

Literally?

Bob nods; Simon claps him on the shoulder.

PHOENIX:

Bob, it's a sign of weakness to cut

the balls off the people who work

for you. I'm gonna get you a new

set.

ASSOCIATE BOB:

Why, thank you, sir.

PHOENIX:

Can we do that now?

Bob nods.

PHOENIX:

I'm gonna get a couple extra

myself. Not that I need 'em. But

just for spares...

ASSOCIATE BOB:

If I could interrupt...

Phoenix looks at him; this is not a good way to start...

ASSOCIATE BOB:

But the police are here.

OUT WINDOW:

some ten stories down. Sure enough Spartan and Huxley

are exiting the GTO.

BACK IN OFFICE:

PHOENIX:

I'm gonna need to defrost more

guys, Bob. Lots more guys. Can

you do that?

ASSOCIATE BOB:

Indubitably. But the computer

codes will have to emanate from

this office. We will need a few

moments here before fleeing.

(sits at keyboard;

types away madly)

I might suggest that the, uh,

large gentlemen might be

considered, ah...

(sotto)

...disposable. Especially with

rather large supply forthcoming.

Perhaps they could be sent to

welcome Mr. Spartan. If they

succeed, so much the better, if

not, they will at least hinder

his progress?

PHOENIX:

I like you, Bob. You have no

heart.

(then)

Guys, John Spartan's on his way.

Go downstairs. Kill him.

DANZIG:

Over and over and over...

They leave.

PHOENIX:

Now, really, violent evil multi-

lifers. I want guys who

understand that crimes come in

bunches. Not just a sporadic bit

of violence or law breaking here

and there. I want guys who've

been on killing sprees before.

Men who've crossed state lines

with impunity! Do you understand

me, Bob?

ASSOCIATE BOB:

(still typing madly)

Perfectly, sir.

PHOENIX:

I'm gonna like running this place.

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