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INT. COCTEAU'S OFFICE - SAME TIME
Looking out of the window, Cocteau enjoys the scenery of the
small orchestrated garden and river that lies at the bottom
of the waterfall below.
L-7
Emergency warning! Violence at the
Central Museum!
Cocteau's eyes widen slightly in panic.
EXT. SAN ANGELES MUSEUM - SAME TIME
A police car pulls up, and out of the doors are Spartan,
Huxley and Garcia - rapidly walking towards the entrance.
Huxley and Garcia are both looking at handheld-sized
touchscreen tablets.
HUXLEY
(reading)
Okay, Phoenix has been enclosed
within in the warfare exhibit.
GARCIA
Advise on how to deal with - -
Spartan GRABS both of the handheld tablets and smashes them
to the ground.
SPARTAN
Advice the first: rely on your own
intuition.
He then extends his arms out in front of them - stopping them
in their tracks.
SPARTAN (CONT'D)
Advice the second: you're not going
in there.
HUXLEY
Why not?
SPARTAN
Because you will get killed.
Beat.
HUXLEY
So might you.
SPARTAN
True, but I'm harder to kill.
(to Garcia)
You got any weapons?
He pulls out one of those black baseball bat shaped things.
It's a GLO-ROD.
Spartan takes it in his hand.
SPARTAN (CONT'D)
Like the colour. Does it work?
GARCIA
Well yes it do-
He's OUT on one touch of the Glo-Rod. Slumping to the floor.
HUXLEY
John Spartan you just incapacitated
another officer!
He just SHRUGS.
SPARTAN
He'll wake up.
(beat)
He will, right?
HUXLEY
Yeah, but that's not the...
But Spartan turns around to enter the building!
INT. MUSEUM - MOMENTS LATER
The sounds of distant gun fire get closer as Spartan walks
through the corridors. The running masses getting quieter as
they escape the building.
INT. WAREFARE EXHIBIT - SAME TIME
Phoenix sets up a cannon towards one of the doors whilst
looking at some kind of strange metallic machine gun that is
on the screen.
He's standing in front of an exhibit showing a diorama of the
late twentieth century.
COMPUTER
The TrackMire Lazer uses compressed
energy signatures to throw hot and
volatile blasts of light.
It's start-up sequence lasts 2.6
Minutes - -
PHOENIX
Thank you lady in a box!
He walks over grabs a flame flower and BLASTS it over the
cannon, igniting it.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
Hell yeah! Phoenix is back and
ready to show the future what the
past is all about!
The cannon FIRES - RIPPING THROUGH THE DOORS.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
Wooo! I can't BELIEVE they were
dumb enough not to protect against
cannon fire!
SPARTAN (O.S.)
Well maybe they expected better
from you!
Phoenix's eyes widen.
PHOENIX
Woah, woah, WOAH! Do my ears
deceive me?
He FIRES towards the door and jumps off.
Spartan DARTS in - -
THEN Phoenix opens fire!
Spartan ROLLS, then SLIDES across the floor, landing behind a
small broken stand.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
Is that you Spartan? Time
immigration really sucks the big
one doesn't it?
He unleashes his machine gun.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
Oh well, I guess I want some target
practice.
Spartan stays low. Pretty much defenseless.
SPARTAN
You were always a lousy shot!
Scanning for Spartan, Phoenix shakes his head.
PHOENIX
Yeah, I said I want practice.
(round of gunfire)
I never said I needed it.
Spartan looks around, glancing to find some weapons over the
other side. He glances to some of the smashed displays beside
him.
It's a musket.
SPARTAN
Good enough.
He GRABS the gun and a collection of spilt ball bearings and
then makes a BREAK for it.
Out the corner of his eye, Phoenix OPENS fire again.
PHOENIX
Now, now! You getting weapons is
hardly fair is it?
Spartan places some of the ball bearings into the musket.
Glancing around, seeing an open bag of gun powder on another
side of the room.
Another breath, he notices he's next to a suit of armour
that's toppled...and an old fashioned shield.
SPARTAN
Oh thank God my luck's about to
change!
He grabs the shield, raises it up and SPRINTS across the
exhibit!
Phoenix opens fire again - bullets deflecting of the shield
that's concealing most of Spartan.
He continues running, JUMPING and sliding across - throwing
the shield across the room towards Phoenix.
It's a pathetic throw, and it lands just at Phoenix's feet.
Spartan lands towards the gun powder. Hidden from Phoenix's
view
PHOENIX
That what you got? All those years
of past experience and history has
taught you not to throw things too
heavy for your little baby arms?
Spartan STANDS. Smiles and PULLS out the musket.
SPARTAN
Call me a history buff.
He FIRES - and it nearly flies out his hand! The bullet
STRIKES the display behind Phoenix - shattering light fixings
and creating sparks.
Spartan fires again, aiming at a fire hydrant that's
trickling water.
It EXPLODES in a sudden TORRENT of water. Phoenix has to just
back away as water starts to fill to the ground, and quickly.
PHOENIX
You're a lousy shot.
SPARTAN
You're just a shithead.
PHOENIX
Touche, John. Touche.
He OPENS fire, running towards the EXIT. Spartan runs AROUND
the display, picking up a sharp sword on his way. He
continues around - opening fire towards the entrance -
stopping Phoenix's direction.
Spartan runs across again and throws the swords towards more
light fixings, causing Phoenix some alarm.
Jumping out of the way, Phoenix scratches his head - seeing
Spartan where the cannon now is.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
Now why would you be trying to get
the lights out?
SPARTAN
Distraction.
PHOENIX
What for?
SPARTAN
This!
He grabs the FLAME THROWER and FIRES upwards!
The sprinkler system ACTIVATES and water starts to gush down
HEAVILY. Now filling the whole of the floor.
Spartan slashes a bit, wary.
PHOENIX
And the point of that?
Spartan runs and JUMPS onto the cannon - pushing it forwards -
- then sticking the GLO-ROD into the WATER.
The water then SHOCKS Phoenix - knocking him backwards!
Spartan then JUMPS off the cannon - SMASHING into Phoenix!
The Glo-Rod deactivates.
They roll, Phoenix landing on his weaponry and Spartan
PUNCHES him in the face.
Another - but Phoenix blocks immediately.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
Yeah, John...I have some surprises.
He KICKS Spartan in the stomach and THROWS him over, quickly
getting to his feet.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
Look at us, a couple of ex-cons
awoken from a half-century sleep to
paint the town crimson with blood!
Spartan SWEEPS the knee and goes for another tackle.
SPARTAN
Only your reign of terror's being
cut short!
PHOENIX
Oh that's cheesy!
He PUNCHES Spartan, knocking him off. Spartan grabs a gun to
the side of him.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
But you are a murderer as well,
Spartan. Blood is on your hands.
(laughs)
Oh my, that thought alone gave me a
woody throughout my calm sleep.
He STAMPS in Spartan's chest. Again - but Spartan grabs and
TWISTS the foot. Phoenix SPINS and manages to control his
landing.
SPARTAN
Not as bad as you.
PHOENIX
But still, those families that lost
people. Those innocent lives - they
all were lost because of you
wanting to get me.
(smiles)
Blood on your hands too!
Spartan stops suddenly, realisation creeping over his face.
Then Phoenix SMASHES him across the face.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
For some reason I don't want to
kill you yet.
(sighs)
I guess that's what marriage does
to us.
Suddenly the gun in his hands starts to flash. Phoenix's eyes
WIDEN.
Spartan shakes the blow getting to his feet.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
Oooh, yes! Get ready for the basics
in modern weaponry!
He aims. Spartan RUNS - quickly.
Phoenix pushes a button - the lights ALL LIGHT UP.
He FIRES.
Spartan RUNS out the entrance - and the blast HITS the
surrounding walls.
And they all start to FALL DOWN.
Phoenix is KNOCKED back.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
Oooh shit!
He KISSES the gun, dancing slightly.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
This is my new favourite thing in
the world!
He looks around, then aims the gun upwards.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
Now how will I get out of this one?
He FIRES again.
INT. MUSEUM - SAME TIME
Spartan rolls across the floor. He stops, looks towards the
entrance - he's out of breath. He still has a gun in his
hand.
SPARTAN
Aww, hell.
EXT. SCENARY MOUND - MOMENTS LATER
A round small door OPENS and Phoenix jumps out, grabbing the
gun. The lights are all dead.
PHOENIX
(frowns)
Aww...
Walking past, Cocteau and Associate Bob are walking near the
museum.
COCTEAU
What is this? What is this madness?
They come to my city and think they
can -
GUN SHOT. Missed. Bob and Cocteau COWER quickly as Phoenix
walks towards them - gun trained on Cocteau.
PHOENIX
I'll get you again.
Cocteau just glares at Phoenix...then SMILES.
COCTEAU
You're not Edgar Friendly. I'm not
Edgar Friendly.
Bemused, Phoenix shakes it off and aims at his head - -
- GUN SHOT. Not from Phoenix. Phoenix glances to see Spartan
appear, now flanked by Huxley and Garcia. He runs.
Spartan chases him off, but it seems human nature kicks in
and he needs to stop for breath.
SPARTAN
You have no idea how lucky you are.
Behind him, Huxley and Garcia stop, and suddenly stand
straight in that respectful way.
COCTEAU
Well, I don't think that luck had
anything to do with...
Cocteau suddenly sees Spartan and pauses - staring at him.
COCTEAU (CONT'D)
My God...it's John Spartan.
His eyes quickly shimmer. Almost childlike.
HUXLEY
You know of John Spartan, Mr.
Cocteau?
As Cocteau opens his mouth to reply, Earle appears.
EARLE
(runs)
My God sir! Are you all right? Are
you hurt? Did that maniac hurt you?
COCTEAU
Ahh, Chief Earle. I and Associate
Bob are quite all right thanks to
this gentleman. The infamous John
Spartan.
Earle looks towards Spartan, slightly nervous.
EARLE
W-well sir, we had no other
ideas...
COCTEAU
I like it, Earle. It sparks
of...creativity. Thinking outside
of the box.
SPARTAN
Could someone please tell me what
is going - -
COCTEAU
You should join me, John Spartan,
for a meal tonight in honour of
your saving my life.
SPARTAN
Well I don't think I actually
sav...
COCTEAU
George Earle, you shall accompany
us. As shall you Miss...
Huxley gasps and smiles.
HUXLEY
Lieutenant Lelina Huxley, SIR!
She salutes. Cocteau smiles at this.
COCTEAU
Good, good. You shall accompany me,
at Taco Bell.
He smiles, then turns towards Bob - waving in the opposite
direction.
Spartan just has a look of genuine confusion, then leads
towards Huxley.
SPARTAN
Who's the old guy?
Huxley just turns sharply and GLARES at him.
SPARTAN (CONT'D)
And, uhh...Taco Bell?
She narrows her eyes.
EXT. RANDOM BUILDING - LATER
Phoenix RUNS towards the side of a building, catching his
breath for a second.
He looks down at the gun in his hand, flexing his index
finger on the trigger. Confused to all heaven, or hell even.
He looks around - walking towards a computer terminal and
putting the gun in his waistband. He pushes a few buttons -
going at full speed.
It's surprising him how fast he's going.
PHOENIX
Just what the hell?
He looks up - a profile of EDGAR FRIENDLY is showing up on
screen.
Along with: WANTED FUGITIVE. And his eyes stare blankly at
the screen.
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
Must kill Edgar Friendly. Edgar
Friendly must die.
He SNAPS out of it, shaking his head.
PHOENIX
Fuck that.
BEEEP. He grabs the ticket and screws it up.
He types another name. Another profile comes up - RAYMOND
COCTEAU.
Phoenix's eyes narrow some more. He types more commands in,
the screen flashes.
COMPUTER
Restricted Access.
A password entry box opens up, and Phoenix types random
letters in.
COMPUTER (CONT'D)
Access granted.
Phoenix BLINKS in surprise.
PHOENIX
Wow, maybe I should turn to cyber
criminality. Hell, I don't know if
that's even a word!
The screen flashes, revealing Cocteau's itinerary for the
day. It flashes in the evening: Dinner at Taco Bell.
Phoenix SMILES.
PHOENIX (CONT'D)
You won't escape this one,
Raymondo.
He pushes a button, then walks off - laughing.
INT. SAPD CONTROL ROOM - LATER
A picture of Cocteau FILLS EVERY SCREEN in the room.
SPARTAN
So this little guy here is
basically cashing in on daddy's
fame?
EARLE
I'll have you know, Captain
Caveman, that he was instrumental
in helping out with father's vision
in rebuilding the city.
SPARTAN
And he runs the CryoPrison?
Earle takes a few steps closer to Spartan.
EARLE
Listen to me, John Spartan. That
man is a hero. He is our guiding
light and if you dare mess this up
then -
SPARTAN
You'll have no way or experience
against Phoenix, blah blah. Look, I
appreciate that he might the ruler
of this totalitarian state; but the
guy still is involved with the
CryoPrison.
They stare at each other for a few moments.
HUXLEY
(quickly)
What should we do about Simon
Phoenix?
EARLE
Ahh that's easy.
Spartan turns around, and the screens are back to their
normal status ones.
SPARTAN
How? He's not coded, so he can't
buy or rent anywhere to sleep.
Unless he cuts someone's hand off.
EARLE
Well we can wait until he performs
another Murder-Death-Kill.
Spartan sighs, shaking his head.
SPARTAN
Protect and serve. Nice to see it
remains to this day.
As he shakes his head, the frame FADES TO:
EXT. RESIDENTAL AREA - EVENING
Huxley's vehicle pulls outside of the main doors of the
GIBSON BUILDING. The doors open and Spartan and Huxley get
out of the car and Spartan looks at the building.
It's very modern.
Then the car drives off.
SPARTAN
Hey, what the?
HUXLEY
Oh the auto-drive kicks in and it
parks itself.
SPARTAN
(nods)
Handy.
Huxley smiles and walks with Spartan through the doors.
HUXLEY
Anyway, I've managed to arrange a
small domicile near to my own. You
have a connection to L-7 in the
room as well.
As they walk in, CUT TO:
INT. SPARTAN'S APARTMENT - MOMENTS LATER
The main doors open, and it's a nice blue decor, almost
tradition Japanese style but with light blue glass instead of
paper.
The main room as a black leather chair in front of a big
screen, and to the side sees doors to the bathroom and the
bedroom.
Spartan looks around as Huxley shows him around.
SPARTAN
Nice.
He looks around, seeing a 'COCTEAU CRYOPRISON' case on a
small table. He opens it to find knitting needles and cotton
wool.
SPARTAN (CONT'D)
Uhh, Huxley?
HUXLEY
Yes, John Spartan?
He holds up the knitting accessories and Huxley smiles.
HUXLEY (CONT'D)
Well the CryoPrison reprogrammes
the personality in order to
rehabilitate them with activities
that may suit the prisoner. In your
case...
SPARTAN
Knitting?
He places the accessories down and walks into the bathroom.
Next to the toilet he finds THREE METAL SEASHELLS.
He looks at them in confusion then just shakes his head.
HUXLEY
And this is the bedroom, your stuff
and change of clothes are in there.
Spartan stands there, looking around.
HUXLEY (CONT'D)
Are you okay, John Spartan?
SPARTAN
I...I'm just wondering about my son
or daughter growing up here.
HUXLEY
Well we can use L-7 to find...
He raises a hand.
SPARTAN
I...I don't think I want to know.
Or want to know yet...it's too
early.
Huxley nods.
HUXLEY
I forget that it must be hard for
you here. From back then. But it
must've been exciting, compared to
how dull it usually is.
There's a moment of silence.
HUXLEY (CONT'D)
Maybe it's not.
She looks at the screen - the time is in the corner.
HUXLEY (CONT'D)
I think we need to get to Taco
Bell.
She smiles weakly.
EXT. SAN ANGELES STREET - NIGHT
It's night time. And Huxley's vehicle travels through the
modern cityscape. Modern round architecture and the amazing
cleanliness of everything. Lights light up the darkness and
people walk and chat without a care in the world.
SPARTAN (V.O.)
So, uhh...Taco Bell?
The car turns a corner.
HUXLEY (V.O.)
Taco Bell was the only restaurant
to survive the franchise wars back
in the twentieth. So now, all
restaurants are Taco Bell.
The car continues.
INT. TACO BELL - LATER
Spartan and Huxley walk in, Spartan wearing a sleeveless robe
and Huxley wearing a short sparkly silver dress. They walk
towards a table where Cocteau, Bob, Earle and many other
people Spartan doesn't know are seated.
As he arrives, there's quite a few disapproving looks from
people.
Spartan coughs as he sits down.
COCTEAU
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to
propose a toast to John Spartan. My
hero.
They all suddenly lift glasses or a transparent sparkling
liquid and toast quietly.
COCTEAU (CONT'D)
So, John Spartan, how are you
finding San Angeles 2046?
SPARTAN
Well the way things were going when
I left I thought that there would
be no-one left alive in the future.
Cocteau nods.
COCTEAU
Yes, yes...you weren't here when
the real trouble kicked off. The
wars escalated and it seemed as if
God himself sent the earthquakes to
change the course of our destiny.
(sighs)
It's a shame that my father never
saw his vision play out.
SPARTAN
Yeah, well once I've done my bit
I'm asking for a plane ride out of
here.
COCTEAU
Surely you can appreciate the
tranquility of this place?
Spartan shakes his head.
SPARTAN
Not really. I spent 50 years in a
block of ice having dreams of 30
people trapped in a burning
building that were in there because
I was being too cocky. Whilst
hearing my wife bang against the
block of ice that used to be her
husband.
Earle, nearer the other end of the table narrows his eyes
towards Spartan.
BOB
I thought the prisoners had no
active brains during freezing?
HUXLEY
That could cause insanity.
COCTEAU
That shouldn't happen.
SPARTAN
Well your daddy got that one bit
wrong. I had thoughts, feelings and
a strange sense of death since I
could not feel my heart beat.
There's a silence.
COCTEAU
But everyone is equal here now. No
threat, no danger.
SPARTAN
No thanks.
A woman by Bob (his date) who shall be known as SHARIE just
glares at him.
SHARIE
If I was to say that you're a relic
brought to life past it's prime?
How would you respond to that?
SPARTAN
I'd thank you for the complement.
EARLE
Spartan!
SPARTAN
Look, I'm...
He gets distracted, noticing a few people on motorbikes
outside.
COCTEAU
You are a product of a bygone era,
John Spartan and if there's one
thing I will do - -
SPARTAN
(standing)
Yeah, call for back up.
Huxley stands up, alert as well.
HUXLEY
What is it?
SPARTAN
My trademark intuition kicking in.
He walks away from the table.
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