Demolition Man Page #32

INT. CRYO PRISON - OUTER THAWING ROOM - NIGHT

A frenzy of activity. Simon, Associate Bob, Techs

everywhere...

ASSOCIATE BOB:

Doctor Cocteau would want every

bit of haste from you!

(sotto to Simon)

If he was still extant that is.

Seventy pucks are stacked and loaded to be defrosted.

Med Techs scramble furiously.

INT. CRYO PRISON - INNER THAWING ROOM - NIGHT

Four pucks are being rapidly removed from around the

cryocons inside by the cutting lasers. They go blue.

INT. CRYO PRISON - OUTER THAWING ROOM - NIGHT

The inner room splits open and the Med Techs rush in to

the four thawed cryocons as Associate Bob steps away from

a VidScreen with some concern ---

ASSOCIATE BOB:

There's been a breach in the outer

gate. An intruder has entered the

CryoFacility and I feel it's safe

to assume it's John Spartan.

Phoenix is momentarily taken aback by Spartan's relent-

lessness. Then he looks at his four new recruits.

They're still kinda dopey. Turns to a Med Tech ---

PHOENIX:

Got some really wild uppers?

Speed, crank, amphetamines?

Anything?

MED TECH:

(a little confused,

but...)

We have pure megadrenalin, sir.

PHOENIX:

Good. Whack these guys with it.

A bunch.

He does. They come wildly awake, GUNTHER, HOWIE,

IGNATIOUS, and JED. Eyes wide, jittery, completely

cranked. Phoenix keeps it simple ---

PHOENIX:

Hey wake up. Good. Listen to

me. You've just been defrosted.

It's the future. John Spartan is

out those doors.

(a beat; he smokes;

this should be fun)

Go kill him.

Gunther lets out the kind of scream the NFL would be

proud of. Charges out the door, others behind him.

INT. CRYO PRISON - LOBBY - NIGHT

A reception desk. A Chaplain's office. A BE Well bas

relief. Very quiet, very still.

Spartan moves cautiously through. A tiny rotating sensor

picks up his presence. Locks on. As Spartan is looking

the other way. Dr. Raymond Cocteau, in holo, suddenly

appears in front of the display.

COCTEAU (IMAGE)

Greetings, and BE well.

He never gets to say another word. Spartan spins and

ventilates the device with 40 mm slugs.

Half a beat. Realizes what he's done. In the next

moment, four insane megadrenalized cryocons come

screaming through the door. Barehanded, barefooted.

Spartan SHOOTS the first two out of hand, without a

thought. But before he can fire again, the second two

are on him.

One gun goes flying. Spartan beats on Howie with his

free hand. Ignacious fights for control of his gun

hand.

Spartan bashes Howie back for a moment, continues to

tussle with Ignacious. Finally, he's had enough --

SPARTAN:

Fine. Take it.

He lets go of the gun. Ignacious grabs it and, still in

shock over this turn of events, begins to fumble with

it. Spartan reaches up with both hands and breaks

his neck.

Howie leaps on him from behind, trying to do the same

to Spartan. Spartan squat presses down with this three

hundred pound behemoth wrapped around his neck, retrieves

the GUN out of Ignacious's stiffening fingers. Turns

the barrel around towards himself. Howie reaches

desperately, but it's just out of reach. Spartan

FIRES over his shoulder. Howie, or what's left of him,

slides away...

INT. CRYO PRISON - OUTER THAWING ROOM - NIGHT

Med Techs scramble furiously. Phoenix grabs the glowing

CompuClipboard from Bob.

PHOENIX:

So, who's left that's good?

Ooooh, Ramon Gutieriz? We

gotta get him.

He's like a kid at FAO Schwartz.

PHOENIX:

Come on...

Simon jumps onto one of the cranes with a six clawed

arm. Stands at the controls.

PHOENIX:

Go...

It does. Moves too. Bob has to trot to keep up.

INT. CRYO PRISON - STARK WHITE CORRIDOR - NIGHT

A pair of double doors slip silently open. Spartan, a

gun in each hand, slides in. He is back in the stark

white corridor where he once said good-bye to his wife

and daughter. Looks at the empty alcove. It gives him

the creeps. He makes his way to the door at the far end,

and steps in --

INT. CRYO PRISON - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT

Spartan prowls through the now depleted multilifer wing.

Empty pods everywhere.

The displays all read: CRYO PRISONER EXITED. Yeeesh.

There's a lot of them that way. A WHIR, followed by

TROTTING FOOTSTEPS.

Spartan whirls. A crane WHIRRING by and Associate Bob

trotting behind. Spartan follows. Creeps slowly

around the corner. GUNS up... Comes around a turn to

spot Phoenix locking the arm into a puck. Takes aim.

Phoenix sees him at the same time. Yanks a control on

the crane. The puck pivots up as Spartan FIRES.

The 40mm bullet lodges half in, half out of the puck in

front of Phoenix's grinning face.

PHOENIX:

Don't you understand the meaning

of give up? You're too late,

John. I've got three more batches

in the oven.

Spartan FIRES again. The puck barely vibrates. Absorbs

another round beside the unharmed cryocon.

Phoenix unleashes an entire magazine from an HK91 slung

over his back. Spartan FIRES once, dives for cover.

Although unhit, he gets seriously frosted from a pipe

blow open next to him. Forced to roll through the line

of fire to avoid permanent freezer burn. There are

pipes burst everywhere.

Phoenix turns to find Bob slinking away.

PHOENIX:

Where the f*** you going?

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