Heavy Metal Page #18

He switches on the car radio. The music plays as Harry's

cab passes various time-altered New York landmarks; a graffiti

-covered Empire State Building - windows all boarded up, a

decrepit Lincoln Centre, the marquis reading "Continuous Live

Sex Show, Also Inter-Planetary Mud-Wrestling", new ultra-tech

buildings crammed between half-destroyed Wall Street office

buildings, garbage everywhere.

Inside the cab, the YOUNG MAN pulls a gun out of his jacket,

sticks his arm through the opening in the plexi-glass shield,

and holds the gun to Harry's head.

YOUNG MAN:

Okay sucker, hand over your cash,

now!

HARRY:

(V.O.)

This city is really going to the

dogs.

Harry's foot stretches forward and pushes a footswitch.

A buzzing is heard, and the young man's body suddenly

dematerializes. The gun which he held at Harry's head

falls to the seat beside HARRY, who picks it up and tosses it

into the glove compartment, beside all sorts of other futuristic

guns and weapons.

HARRY:

(V.O.)

Stupid a**hole. Nobody touches

me unless I want 'em to.

CUT TO:

EXT. METROPOLITIAN MUSEUM - NIGHT

The camera is close-up on the illustrated banner over the main

entrance. The banner reads; "Treasures of the Loc-Nar - Coming

July 8th".

We pan down to the museum doors, as a man's body comes crashing

through the plate glass and sprawls forward, cut and bleeding.

It is the goateed professor from the desert. His daughter

runs out behind him, ripping her clothes on the broken glass.

GIRL:

Father!

PROFESSOR:

Run!

The girl takes off down the museum stairs as men with laser

guns come out and start firing. A fat, evil-looking man (RUDNICK)

bends down and grabs the professor's head, jerking it up.

RUDNICK:

(to henchmen)

He's dead. Get the girl!

The girl, clothes torn, runs out into the street, just as

Harry's cab comes cruising by. She runs alongside, pounding

on the window.

GIRL:

(to Harry)

Help me, please!!

A laser shot narrowly misses her and blasts Harry's side-mirror.

HARRY flips the switch, unlocking the passenger door, and waves

her in.

HARRY:

(V.O.)

Normally my rule is "Don't

get involved", but something

about this dame got to me.

She dives in the back and HARRY floors it. The cab screams

away as Laser-shots land all around.

GIRL:

(in shock, breathless)

The Loc-Nar ... they wanted

it ... but my father wouldn't

tell them ... now I'm the only

one ...

CUT TO:

HARRY:

HARRY:

(interupting)

Relax sister. There's a cop

station up here. You can ...

HARRY looks at her in the rear-view mirror. The girl has fainted.

HARRY:

(V.O.)

Just what I needed ... guess

I'm a sucker for a pretty face.

CUT TO:

POLICE STATION:

The police station is an all-metal building with no windows.

A plaque on thr front reads "N.Y. POLICE - 52nd DIVISION".

Harry's cab pulls up. He gets out, carries the unconscious

GIRL up to the front door, and pushes a buzzer.

VOICE:

(over intercom)

Police. Whaddya want?

HARRY:

I wanna report a murder.

VOICE:

(over intercom)

So what else is new?

HARRY:

You gonna let me in or what?

A buzzer sounds and the door slides open. HARRY carries the

GIRL in and heads across the room toward the main desk. As

he walks he passes cops using a strange metal detector/vaccuum

cleaner to suck dangerous weapons from a pair of suspects. Piles

of weapons can be seen in the machine's transparent belly.

COP #1

Okay, this guy's clean - next.

HARRY comes up to the front desk and starts to lay the girl

down in a chair.

DESK SERGEANT:

(to Harry)

Before you go any further pal, I

gotta tell you, it's cash up front. A

thousand bucks a day for a full investigation.

Another thousand if the assailant is caught.

Got it?

HARRY:

Yeah thanks ...

He picks up the girl and turns to leave.

HARRY:

... for nuthin'!

DESK SERGEANT:

(shouting after Harry)

You think you can do better?

Join one of the vigilante groups.

There's a list of 'em outside.

CUT TO:

EXT. POLICE STATION

HARRY, carrying the GIRL, comes out of the police station, as

a patrol car screeches to a halt in front of him. Two cops

emerge, dragging a green alien with four arms.

GREEN ALIEN:

I tell you I'm an American citizen.

I just lost my papers.

COP:

(to himself)

Goddamn illegal aliens.

HARRY heads toward his cab.

HARRY:

(V.O.)

So here I was, stuck with this beautiful

girl. I knew she was gonna be nuthin'

but trouble ...

He looks around at the sleazy neighbourhood. Every doorway

and alley seems to have a rapist or thug lurking.

HARRY:

(V.O.)

... but I didn't feel right just

leaving her for the sickos. I

dunno, maybe I'm gettin' sentimental

or something ...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HARRY'S APARTMENT

This futuristic bachelor pad is constructed entirely of brightly

coloured molden plastic. Bowling trophies sit on a shelf

underneath a neon "Buweiser" clock. The place is a mess.

HARRY carries the GIRL in, pushes the light button to "On",

and lays her down on the sofa. As he takes off his jacket

he looks down at the unconscious figure - her clothes torn

in all the right places. She moans and starts to come to.

GIRL:

Where am I?

HARRY:

My place ...

Walking over to a hi-tech plastic bar, HARRY pushes a button

and a machine pours and mixes a drink. He hands the GIRL the

glass. She sits up and drinks.

GIRL:

(looking at Harry)

They'd have killed me if it

wasn't for you.

HARRY:

What'd they want to snuff you

for?

THE END:

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