Demolition Man Page #5

Spartan stops dead. He looks sick. Healy's not

thrilled, but he knows what's required of him --

HEALY:

(to Spartan)

You have the right to remain

silent.

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. CRYO PRISON - STARK WHITE CORRIDOR - DAY

Spartan in stark white overalls. A beautiful, shaken

woman holding the hand of a small child. About six.

Spartan bends down to the little girl. Unclenches his

fist. His LAPD badge inside. Pins it on the little

girl, KATIE.

SPARTAN:

I'm going to be back. I'll still

be your dad. I promise.

She holds the badge, nods solemnly. Spartan kisses her

on the cheek.

KATIE SPARTAN:

I love you, Daddy.

She's young enough that it's unclear whether she

understands that her father is going away for good.

Spartan chokes back a sob. Stands back up. Kisses his

wife. Everything that can be said, has been said. They

kiss again.

Behind him, in front of two locked doors, are a pair of

prison guards in odd, heavily-insulated uniforms. Tanks,

heater batteries, guns. Spartan heads towards the far

doors. They follow. Spartan steps through the doors,

the guards now at either elbow. And into --

INT. CRYO PRISON - MAIN ROOM - DAY

The CryoPenitentiary is a Godel-esque nightmare of

architecturally-perverse layers and levels, the

Guggenheim mixed with industrial meat locker. All still

half under construction.

Spartan is led along the middle ring to where a doctor,

two white-coated technicians and a young-looking WARDEN

SMITHERS are waiting.

Above him prisoners are encased into the ground in

massive glass hockey pucks, contracted into pained fetal

positions. Their faces are hauntingly twisted into

gargoyle expressions of tortured struggle.

The group arrives at an empty chamber. The technicians

nod to Spartan. He drops off the white overalls. Steps

free. Stands naked. Doctor injects him with luminescent

blue fluid. The techies slap on sensor pads. Head,

heart, all over... Spraying him down with Freon. Mist

everywhere... We see the temperature dropping on the

monitors. The Warden looks at a crib sheet. Clears his

throat.

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