Demolition Man Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 115 min
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INT. SEWER TUNNEL - DAY
THOMAS PAYNE, a young wild-haired madman in some kind
of ancient mechanics coveralls watches through the
periscope.
PAYNE:
... These a**holes are nothing if
not predictable.
Two other equally disreputable types are with him.
SCRAPS, leftovers from the perfect world above.
SCRAP #1
(worried)
We're not ready.
PAYNE:
Hey guy, it doesn't really matter
if we're ready or not anymore.
Payne's got things to do, people to see. Takes off down
the tunnel. The other two follow. As the periscope
ducks back down ---
INT. POLICE STATION - MAIN AREA - DAY
A pair of frosted doors reading S.A. and P.D. slide open
to the presence of Lenina Huxley. She enters into a
police station not of typically bustling pandemonium, but
shocking, softly lit tranquility. Multi-ethnic officers
of all shapes and sizes murmur about, monitoring screens
with the casualness of the staff at a new age bookstore.
No rush, no worries... Lenina strides past an impossible
PERKY DISPATCHER chirping into a high tech headset.
PERKY DISPATCHER
Greetings and salutations,
welcome to the emergency line of
the San Angeles Police
Department. How are you?
A TOUGH looking COP, sipping a vibrant green juice,
sidles up to Lenina. They exchange a non-touching
"handshake" that has them each making a circle with
their open palms.
HUXLEY:
Let me guess, all is serene.
TOUGH COP:
(with true shock)
There was a defacement of public
buildings. Walls smudged.
HUXLEY:
(shocked as well)
Really? Brutal. Why wasn't an
all cars notified?
She's cut off by her by-the-book superior, CHIEF GEORGE
EARLE.
CHIEF EARLE:
Because there was no need to
create widespread panic.
(then)
Lieutenant Huxley, I monitored
your disheartening and distressing
comments to the warden this
morning. Do you actually long
for chaos and disharmony? Your
fascination with the vulgar
Twentieth Century seems to be
affecting your better judgement.
You realize you're setting a bad
example for other officers and
sworn personnel...
HUXLEY:
Thank you for the attitude
readjustment, Chief Earle. Info
assimilated.
Lenina turns and walks through her open office door,
making a face out of sight and ---
INT. LENINA'S OFFICE - DAY
-- curses almost silently under her breath as she
enters...
HUXLEY:
Sanctimonious a**hole.
A MORALITY BOX on the wall picks it up.
MORALITY BOX (V.O.)
Lenina Huxley, you are fined one
violation of the verbal morality
statute.
Lettering appears on the face of what appears to be a
block of solid marble. A thin sheaf of paper slides
off the front with the reprimand.
The contrast between everything we have seen so far and
her office is staggering. Her quarters are filled with
framed and faded nostalgia pieces of the 20th Century.
Posters of violent movies, books, magazine covers, ad
signs, artworks and framed newspapers, all of a dark
nature. A hopelessly sweet officer, ALFREDO GARCIA,
sits in the middle of the room shaking his head...
GARCIA:
Whew... That was tense.
Lenina gives him a deadpan glare:
HUXLEY:
That was tense?? Tell me
something, Garcia, don't you get
bored codetracing perps who break
curfew and tell dirty jokes?
GARCIA:
Actually, I find my job deeply
fulfilling.
(looking around)
I just cannot swallow the reality
of this office, Lenina Huxley.
You're still addicted to the 20th
Century high from its harshness,
buzzed by its brutality. Holy
smokes, is there anything in here
which doesn't violate contraband
ordinance 22?
HUXLEY:
(a sweet smile)
Just you, Alfredo Garcia. Don't
you ever want something to happen?
GARCIA:
Goodness. No.
HUXLEY:
I knew you were going to say that.
(sighs)
What I wouldn't give for some
action.
INT. CRYO-PRISON - CONFERENCE AREA - DAY
Simon Phoenix is still fighting to shake off his
defrosted confusion. Locks eyes with the warden.
The look he gives Smithers is chilling.
SMITHERS:
Mr. Phoenix, one of our first and
most illustrious members. Let's
get this one over quick...
Smithers is unsettled. Phoenix is far more awake than
the norm.
SMITHERS:
Twenty-nine years ago, the parole
system...
PHOENIX:
(echoic; no logic yet)
Twenty-nine years ago, the parole
system...
SMITHERS:
(firmer)
... was rendered obsolete.
PHOENIX:
(also firmer)
... was rendered obsolete.
SMITHERS:
(sighs)
Do you have something to say in
your behalf, Mr. Simon?
(beat)
I thought not.
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