Demolition Man Page #6

PHOENIX:

(bemused)

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

(it puzzles him,

but...)

Teddy bear.

With a LOUD BUZZ, the electronic MANACLES around

Phoenix's arms and feet fly open. Phoenix knows a good

thing when he sees it. Immediately panthers up for a

savage kick into Guard One, doubling him over. Phoenix

tears from Guard One's holster an air-injection syringe

that is filled with the luminescent blue liquid. He

FIRES the SYRINGE right into a charging Guard Two's

forehead. Turns and approaches slowly and menacingly

at Guard One.

GUARD #1

(just able to breathe

again)

How did you know the password to

the cuffs?

PHOENIX:

(laughing with

pleasure; who cares)

I have no idea...

(then)

Simon says, too much talking from

you.

Phoenix smashes Guard One in the neck. Left handed.

Crushes his larynx. The Guard falls dying to the ground.

Smithers crawls over his table, breaks for the door.

Phoenix effortlessly latches out to his fleeing neck

and pulls him face-to-face as the Guards behind them

shiver into rigidity. Grins at him. Plucks a sharp

pen from the warden's pocket.

VIEW FROM PEEPHOLE

The harmless red laser again flickers across Warden

Smither's now bulging eyeball.

INT. CRYO-PRISON - DAY

The conference area wall slides open, revealing Simon

Phoenix, elegantly holding the warden's detached eyeball.

FEMALE COMPUTER (V.O.)

Access granted, Warden William

Smithers.

Phoenix flicks the eye away and struts forward. The wall

shuts.

FEMALE COMPUTER (V.O.)

Thank you. And BE well.

Phoenix glances at the speaker. The future is f***ing

weird ---

PHOENIX:

Yeah? You too.

And he's gone...

INT. POLICE STATION - MAIN AREA - DAY

A wall on the side of the station house suddenly becomes

translucent. A map of San Angeles filling the wall. A

small red dot blinking in the middle.

FEMALE COMPUTER (V.O.)

(serenely;

meaninglessly)

One eight seven. One eight seven.

One eight seven...

She continues to drone on in the background as the scale

of the map decreases over and over again zooming in on

the Cryo-Prison. The blinking red dot remains constant.

The Perky Dispatcher punches 1 - 8 - 7 into a keyboard.

Examines the screen. Faints dead away. Falls from her

chair. The Tough Cop rushes over. Sees the screen. He

drops his juice.

TOUGH COP:

Oh my, oh my, oh my...

He's a basket case. Garcia and Lenina come into the

fray.

GARCIA:

What's a one eight seven?

Lenina shrugs. She has no idea. Runs to a nearby

terminal. Punches it up.

HUXLEY:

(stunned)

Murder-Death-Kill.

Punches another button. The map is replaced with an

image from the Cryo-Prison. Two dead guards. Warden

Smithers crawling painfully toward the door. It's a

brutal image.

COMPUTER (V.O.)

I show two stopped codes at

Cryo-Prison X23-1.

William Smithers, Warden. Severe

injury. Do you wish to assign a

medic?

The warden stops crawling. Collapses.

COMPUTER (V.O.)

Update:
specification deceased.

Do you wish to assign a coroner?

Chief Earle arrives manfully on the scene. No idea

what's up.

CHIEF EARLE:

What's the matter with all of you?

TOUGH COP:

Cryo-Prison, sir... Three non-

sanctioned life terminations...

(ready to cry)

Murder-Death-Kills. Three MDKs.

Earle sinks into a chair. Cops all over the station

are in severe, gasping trauma.

EXT. CRYO-PRISON - DAY

Half in a prisoner's smock and half-dressed in salvaged

parts of the guard's uniform, Simon Phoenix strolls outside

the austere prison building, crossing an unimaginably

perfect green lawn. Before him, in a small parking

area, a DOCTOR, wearing a white coat over "stylish" duds,

opens up his sharp user-friendly sportscar with the code

on the back of his hand.

PHOENIX:

Excuse me, Doctor?

DOCTOR:

Yes...

PHOENIX:

Open your mouth and say 'Ahhhh!'

Simon's having a good time.

INT. POLICE STATION - MAIN AREA - DAY

Lenina streaks past her zombie co-workers, cool under

fire, to spin the main computer screen to her.

HUXLEY:

Access the Cryo-pen's morning

hearing schedule... And then give

me... wait...

A list of names flashes on the screen.

LAMB:

It's Phoenix. Simon Phoenix...

A grizzled African-American veteran, ZACHARY LAMB, steps

behind Lenina, covering traumatic memories with a stoic

shudder. He points to Phoenix's name on the hearing

list.

LAMB:

I knew him. We all knew him. He's

evil like you've only read about,

girl. He's...

HUXLEY:

Hold that thought, Zachary Lamb.

(to computer)

Simon Phoenix's code. Now.

FEMALE COMPUTER (V.O.)

There are no specifications on

file for Simon Phoenix.

HUXLEY:

L7, you're not coming down with

another virus, are you? What's

Phoenix's code!

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