"Subtitles by demonseye" "Remember when they used to let commercial airlines land in this town?" "Yeah." "Well, I don't understand where we're going, or why the hell we're bothering anyhow." " You're doing a good deed." " Wanna give us a better reason?" "Yeah." "A maniac hijacked a municipal bus with 30 passengers on it." "That's a pretty good reason." "And I got a real bad hunch where those passengers are" " and who that maniac is." " You wanna share it with us?" "Phoenix." "Simon Phoenix." "Send a maniac to catch one." "Phoenix!" "Don't move, Phoenix." "You're under arrest." "Arrest?" "Shit." "And you're trespassing." " Where are the passengers?" " Oh, yes, the passengers." "Well, they're, uh...." "Fuck you." "The passengers are gone." "See, I-I told the city, I said "Look, nobody comes down here"." "Postmen figured it out... policemen figured it out." "But the goddamn bus drivers just wouldn't listen." "Last time, Phoenix." "Where are the hostages?" "To hell with the hostages." "This is between you and me." " Yeah." " What?" "What?" "What you got, soldier boy?" "Do something." "Go ahead." "You're up to your ass in gasoline." "Set your ass on fire." "Is it cold in here?" "Or is it just me?" " Where are they, Phoenix?" " Now, where did I put 'em?" "I swear, I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached." "I'll keep that in mind." "Damn it, John, I'm tired of this Demolition Man shit." "You were not supposed to come down here." "You were not supposed to attempt the arrest of Phoenix singlehanded and you were not supposed to blow anything up!" "It's not me this time, Healey." "He dumped the gas and rigged the place to blow." "Yeah, right." "You had nothing to do with it." "I know you've been trying to nail this psycho for two years." "But try remembering a little thing called official police procedure." " But where are the hostages?" " They're not here." " What do you mean, they're not here?" " He must've stashed them someplace else." "So, how do you know they weren't in there?" "Are you sure?" "Cause I did a thermo check and there was only eight of 'em, all part of his gang." "Wrong again!" "Hey, you got something to say, scumbag?" " Get 'im outta here." " Let's go." "Oh, you motherfucker." "You and I are gonna have a nice long chat." "Captain!" "Captain!" "Over here." "There are bodies everywhere." "There must be 20 or 30." "They're everywhere." "See that, captain?" "I told 'im." "He said he didn't care." "Oh, my God!" "How could you sacrifice all those innocent people for little old me?" "What kind o' man are you?" "We'll spend a lot of quality time together." "See you, sweetie!" "Honey!" "Sugar!" "You got a lawyer." "You better call 'im." "John Spartan, you've done great deeds for the city of Los Angeles." "So, it is with some regret that I, William Smithers, acting as assistant warden, hereby carry out this sentence." "Skip it." "Sergeant Spartan, you've been sentenced to 70 years' sub-zero rehabilitation in the California Cryo-Penitentiary for the involuntary manslaughter of 30 innocent civilians." "Skip it." "You'll be placed in cryostasis for the duration of your sentence, during which your behavior will be altered through synaptic suggestion." "You'll be eligible for parole no earlier than the year 2046." "I'm sorry, sergeant." "All personnel... the next scheduled parole hearing for prisoner Gilmour will take place at 07:15." "Warden William Smithers, report to Level A conference room." "Mellow greetings, Warden William Smithers." "Be well, lieutenant Lenina Huxley." "As it is a beautiful Monday morning, and as my... duty log irrationally required it," "I'm hereby querying you on the prison population update." "Does the tedium continue?" "Your questioning is as amusing as it is irrelevant." "The prisoners are ice cubes." "They never move." "I find this lack of stimulus to be truly disappointing." " Don't you think?" " I try not to." "However, you're young." "Think all you want." "Things don't happen anymore." "We've taken care of all that." "I'll Fiber Op you back after the morning parole hearings." "Have a peachy day, lieutenant." "Be well." "Be well." "Vector 137." "Upcoming, Santa Monica Boulevard." "Retina coding accepted, Warden William Smithers." "Be well." "Go on." " Self-drive on." " Self-drive engaged." "Huxley, Lenina coding on." "No police presence is requested in the city at this time." "Report to the station." "Oh, boy, how exciting." "That's it." "Food, glorious food." "There'll be another one in about 12 hours." "These assholes are nothing if not predictable." "God, I love to hate this place." " There's not enough of us, Friendly." " That doesn't really matter anymore, Daddy Call." "People are hungry." "We got nothing left to lose." " Greetings, Erwin." " Lovely Lenina." "Greetings and salutation." "Welcome to the emergency line of the San Angeles Police Department." "If you'd prefer an automated response, press 1 now." "Be well, lieutenant." " Mellow greetings, Lenina Huxley." " Lemme guess." "All is serene?" "On the contrary, it's been a horrific a.m." "There was a defacement of public buildings." "Walls smudged with..." " scandalous graffiti." " Really?" "Brutal." "Why wasn't there an all-cars notified?" "Because there was no need to create widespread panic." "Lieutenant Huxley..." "I monitored your disheartening and distressing comments to the warden this morning." "Do you really long for chaos and disharmony?" "Your fascination with the vulgar 20th century seems to be affecting your better judgment." "You realize you're setting a bad example for other officers and sworn personnel." "Thank you for the attitude readjustment, chief Earle." "Info assimilated." "Sanctimonious asshole." "Lenina Huxley, you are fined one half credit for a sotto voce violation of the verbal morality statute." "Thank you." "Phew, that was tense." " That was tense?" " Yes." "Tell me something, Garcia." "Don't you get bored code-tracing perps who break curfew and tell dirty jokes?" "Actually, no, I find my job deeply fulfilling." "I just... cannot get over 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!" "I mean, is there anything in this office which doesn't violate Contraband Ordinance 22?" "Only you, Alfredo Garcia." "Don't you ever want something to happen?" "Goodness, no." "I knew you were gonna say that." "What I wouldn't give for some action." "Mr. Simon Phoenix." "One of our first and most illustrious members." "Allow me to... welcome you to your parole hearing." "Let's get this one over quick." "Twenty-nine years ago, the parole system as you know it... was rendered obsolete." "Federal Statute 537-29..." "Stop it!" "Do you have anything fresh to say on your behalf?" "I thought not." "Yeah, I do." "Teddy bear." "How'd you know the password to the cuffs?" "I wish I knew." "Simon says, die." "Yoo-hoo!" "Warden... let's get this over quickly." "Retina coding accepted, Warden William Smithers." "Be well." "Yeah, you too." "187. 187." "Northwest quadrant. 187." "Oh, my." "Oh, my." "I don't believe it." "Northwest quadrant. 187." " What's a 187?" " I don't know." "Cryoprison." "Level 6." "Identify code 187." "MDK." "MurderDeathKill." "MurderDeathKill." "MurderDeathKill..." "MurderDeathKill." "Last recorded offense, September 25, 2010." "Initiate search, confirming location." "Cryoprison, Level 6." "Two code 187s." "Officer Jean Desjardins, guard." "Officer Alfred Pamela, guard." "Tracking." "Live transmission diagnostic check, Warden William Smithers." "Injuries, severe eye trauma, ruptured spleen... punctured lung, broken ribs, internal bleeding." "Condition critical." "Vital signs failing." "Imminent death." "Subject deceased." "187, Warden William Smithers." "Born February 14th, 1967... died August 4th, 2032." " What's the matter with all of you?" " The cryoprison, sir." "Three non-sanctioned life terminations." "Do you wish to assign a coroner?" "MurderDeathKills?" "Three mdks?" "Access for me the cryopen's morning hearing schedule and display for me the list of people interviewed for parole." "Accessing cryoprison processing." "Restricted information." "Cocteau Cryoprison, morning hearing schedule." "August 4th, active file." "Seven a.m., Hyde, Quentin." "Eight-fifteen, Peterson, Scott." " Seven-thirty, Phoenix, Simon." " It's Phoenix." " Who?" " Simon Phoenix." " Phoenix, Simon." "Accessing." " I knew him." "He's evil in a way you've never read about." "He's a criminal the likes of which you have never seen." "Hold that thought, Zachary Lamb." "Simon Phoenix's code, now." "Access code for Phoenix, Simon." "No code found." "L-7, you're not coming down with another virus, are you?" " Of course not." " You don't get it, Lenina Huxley." "Phoenix isn't coded." "He was chilled backdoor in the 20th, before they started LoJacking everybody." "Declared his own kingdom in South Central L.A." " In a bad time, he was the worst." " Emergency, code 187." "Emergency, code 187." "Locating stopped code." "MurderDeathKill." "MurderDeathKill." "Location, cryoprison parking area." "Cryoprison, Level 6." " No." " Main cryoprison parking zone." "Enhancing image." " Tracking dr." "Mostow." " Oh, my." "187, deceased." "Do you wish to assign a coroner?" "Tell me, L-7, is the doctor's conveyance still in the parking zone?" "The answer is no." "Car missing." "Doctor's conveyance is not in parking zone." "It is in motion." "Locate precise code-fix on doctor's conveyance." "Fixing location." "Beverly Hills." "Robertson." " Doheny." " Yes." "Beverly Drive." "Doctor's vehicle has been code-fixed." "Approaching the corner of Wilshire and Santa Monica Boulevard." "Glorious." "Ah, fine work." "All nearby units, ProtectServe, Wilshire and Santa Monica." " Unit 12 ProtectServe." " Apprehend fugitive." "Proceed with extreme assertiveness." "Doctor's vehicle has been code-fixed." "Approaching the corner of Wilshire and Santa Monica Boulevard." "I don' know." "Lately I just don't feel like there's anything special about me." "You are an incredibly sensitive man who inspires joy-joy feelings in all those around you." " Get out of here." " Excuse me, citizen." "I'm sorry." "Greetings, citizen." "How are you feeling on this glorious day?" "You look great today!" "Yeah, well, I feel good too." "Angeles Information Network." "Automated banking." "City of San Angeles." "Damn, I'm possessed." "Wonder if I can play the accordion too." "File code accepted." "Friendly, Edgar." "Code level: 60." "Listed offences: civil unrest...." "Don't you hear a thought repeating in that brain of yours?" "The name Friendly, Edgar?" "Edgar Friendly." "Don't you have a job to do?" "Don't you have someone to kill?" "Someone to kill." "Someone to kill." "Someone to kill." ""Gun", noun." "Portable firearm." "This device was widely utilized in the urban wars of the late 20th century." "Referred to as a "pistol"..." "Look, I don't need a history lesson." "Come on, HAL." "Where are the goddamn guns?" "You are fined one credit for a violation of the verbal morality statute." "Fuck you." "Your repeated violation of the verbal morality statute has caused me to notify the San Angeles Police Department." "Please, remain where you are for your reprimand." "Yeah, right." "Fuckers are fast too." "You are fined one credit for violation of the verbal morality statute." "ProtectServe in place." "Four minutes, 15 seconds lapse." "Maniac is imminent." "Request advice." "With a firm tone of voice, demand maniac lie down with hands behind back." "Simon Phoenix!" "Lie down with your hands behind your back!" "What's this?" "Six of you." "Such nice tidy uniforms." "Oh, I'm so scared." "What, you guys don't have sarcasm anymore?" "Maniac has responded with a scornful remark." "Approach and repeat ultimatum in an even firmer tone of voice." "Add the words "or else"." "Simon Phoenix!" "Lie down on the ground... or else!" "Anti-Graffiti Activation Program activated." "Aborted." "Human presence detected." "Safety override code accepted." "Lucky number seven." "Okay." "Ole!" "Did you see that?" "We're police officers." "We're not trained to handle this kind of violence." "Hey, wait for me!" " Go." " Run away." "Save yourself." "Come on." "Stupid." "Simon says..." "everybody... stay!" "And the home of the brave." "Play ball!" "We've lost every camera for six blocks." "Go to Century City, 1200 millimeters." "He's going for the vehicle's battery coil." "It's pure capacitance gel." "The problem is not the defacement of public buildings or the noise pollution caused by the exploding devices." "Allow me to explain." "The real problem lies in the man whose initials mark the detonating graffiti on the streets of our peaceful city." "The man behind the E.F.:" "Mr. Edgar Friendly." "For a sadly extended period of time, we in San Angeles have been plagued by a pack of subterranean hooligans." "You will come to know them as "scraps"." "Men and women who have left the comfort of our society only to spew hostility at the very bosom that they have relinquished." "There was a time when we used to look upon these scraps as... rather pathetic and relatively harmless." "Now they have a leader." "Mr. Friendly seems relentless in his ambition to infect our harmony with his venom." "He must, of course, be stopped." "This radical terrorist behavior, led by Mr. Friendly, must not be allowed to undermine our safety." "Safety above all." "I expect your trust, confidence and certitude." "If you'll excuse me." "Dr. Cocteau, a CryoCon has effected self-release from the penitentiary." "It's quite horrific." "MurderDeathKills, all categories of chaos." "Enhance your calm." "Enhance your..." ""Be well" them for me." "Get me captain George Earle immediately." "It was just...." "I mean, it was so..." "How can a man be so blatantly sadistic?" "It was fun for him." "I want you to do everything in your power to snare this agent of destruction." "You have my utmost confidence." "It will be done, dr." "Cocteau." "Be well." ""Utmost confidence."" ""Everything in our power."" "What else is there?" "Zachary Lamb... how was the fiendish Simon Phoenix apprehended back in the 20th?" "Twelve-state manhunt." "Satellite surveillance." "A video bite on "Unsolved Mysteries"." "Heh, none of them worked." "In the end, it took just one man." "One cop." " John Spartan." " John Spartan?" "That's right." "They called him the Demolition Man." "Spartan file 98345, L.A.P.D." "Spartan file 98761 C, L.A.P.D." " Are you sure this is real life?" " Barely." "Spartan is a legend." "I've been doing a historical study." "Over 1000 arrests over three years." "All authentic criminals." "There was a lot more business back then." "How can you justify destroying a 7-million-dollar mini mall to rescue a girl whose ransom is only 25,000 dollars?" "Fuck you, lady." "Good answer." "This is your recommendation?" "The Demolition Man's an animal." "He's clearly the man for a job such as this." "You could reinstate him." "He's a musclebound grotesque who hasn't worn a shield in 40 years." "Simon Phoenix is an old-fashioned criminal." "We need an old-fashioned cop." "Cryo plugs 312 and 618 are vacant and ready for routine maintenance and inspection." "Transporting cryoprisoner Spartan, John B. to the MTL." "Got it." "Okay." "John Spartan, 5864." "Pulmonary activity approaching normal." "Body temperature, 63 percent and rising." "Biolink engaged." "Laser defibrillation sequence started." "Plasma transfer in 15 seconds." "Plasma transfer, 10 seconds... eight seconds... six seconds...." "Plasma transfer... complete." "MTL complete." "Hunting down an escaped CryoCon by releasing another one?" "I am unconvinced." "This is within the powers of the police charter, sir." "He can be released on limited parole and reinstated to active duty." "It's not enough to collect the '90s, you have to bring them back to life?" "Dr. Cocteau said everything within our power." "I can't think of a better idea." "That still doesn't mean it's a good one." "This man comes from a dissimilar method of law enforcement." "I'm not sure he's any different than Simon Phoenix himself." "Detective?" "Detective, I am lieutenant Lenina Huxley." "The year is 2032." " Now, the reason you have been released is..." " How long have I been under?" "Thirty-six years." "I had a wife." "What happened to my wife?" "Her light was extinguished in the Big One of 2010." "Um... she died." "In an earthquake." "The earthquake." "I had a daughter." "I made a promise." "What happened to her?" "John Spartan, I am Chief of Police George Earle." "We didn't thaw you out for a family reunion." "Consider it fortunate the lieutenant even bothered to do a probe on your wife." "This is about you and the CryoCon Simon Phoenix." "What?" "This morning, Simon Phoenix escaped from this cryo facility." "We've had 11 MurderDeathKills so far." "You see, we have become a society of peace, loving and... and understanding and we are, quite frankly, not equipped to deal with this situation." "There have been no deaths of unnatural causes in San Angeles in the last 16 years." "Where?" "The Santa Barbara-Los Angeles-San Diego Metroplex were merged in 2011." "You are in the center of what used to be Los Angeles." "That's great." " You, get me a Marlboro." " Yes, of course." "Right away." "What's a... a Marlboro?" "It's a cigarette." "Any cigarette." "Uh, smoking is not good for you." "And it's been deemed that anything not good for you... is bad." "Hence, illegal." "Alcohol, caffeine, contact sports, meat..." "Are you shittin' me?" "John Spartan, you are fined one credit for violation of the verbal morality statute." "What the hell is that?" " John Spartan, you are fined one credit...." " Bad language  chocolate, gasoline, uneducational toys and anything spicy." "Abortion is also illegal, but then again so is pregnancy if you don't have a license." "Caveman... let's finish with all the Rip Van Winkle and get moving." "A Mr. Phoenix has risen from the ashes." "Uh-huh." "I tracked that dirtbag for two years and when I finally bring 'im down, you turn me into an ice cube for my trouble." "Thanks, but no, thanks." "The conditions of your parole are full reinstatement into the S.A.P.D." "and immediate assignment to the apprehension of Simon Phoenix." "Or... you can go back into cryostasis." "Not many people get a second chance, John Spartan." " Here you go." " Will do." " Any new inforama on Simon Phoenix?" " There is nothing, Lenina Huxley." "Where's your John Spartan?" "Oh, he went to the bathroom." "I-I guess he got all thawed out." "Oh." "Sir, I formally convey my presence." "How you doin'?" "We are not used to physical-contact greetings." "Oh, germs." "Look, I don't know if you guys know it, but you're..." "you're out of toilet paper." "Did-did you say toilet paper?" "Oh." "They used handfuls of wadded paper back in the 20th." "I'm happy that you're happy, but the place where you're supposed to have the toilet paper... you got this little shelf with three seashells on it." "He doesn't know how to use the three seashells." "I can see how that could be confusing." "I don't believe it." "Is that you, Spartan?" "No!" "Zach?" "Zach Lamb?" "What happened to you?" "I got older." "My God, I remember when you were a snot-nosed rookie pilot." "They finally grounded me." "Shit, you were a damn good flyer." "You are fined two credits for violation of the verbal morality statute." "I'll be right back." "They seem to be friends, yet he speaks to him in the most profane manner." "Well, if you had read my study, you would know this is how insecure heterosexual males used to bond." "I knew that." "Thanks a lot, you shit-brained, fuck-faced, ball-breaking..." " duck-fucking pain in the ass." " You're fined five credits... for repeated violations of the verbal morality statute." "So much for the seashells." "See you in a few minutes." "Waiting for command." "Voice check, Lenina Huxley." "Unfortunately, Simon Phoenix was not coded." "While you were sleeping, everyone in the city was installed code." "It was a brilliant idea by dr." "Cocteau that an organically bioengineered microchip be sewn into the skin." "Sensors all over the city can zero in on anyone at any time." "I can't even conceive a visual what you police officers did before it was developed." "We worked for a livin'." "This fascist crap makes me wanna puke." "What do you think you're scratching, caveman?" "You really think we'd let you go without control?" "Your code was implanted the second you thawed." "Why don't you just shove a leash up my ass?" " You dirty meat-eater!" " You are fined...." "No matter how Viking your era was," "I cannot digest how you ever wore a badge." "You're going back, John Spartan." "Oh, yes, you're going back." "Could you two please dump some hormones?" "We need every cortex we can get in this situation." "We don't need the Neanderthal." "Our computer has already examined every feasible scenario resulting from the appearance of Simon Phoenix." "It is determined he will attempt to set up a new drug lab and form a crime syndicate." "That is correct, chief George Earle." "Look, I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds, but that's really fucking stupid." "You think he wants to start a business?" "Phoenix is going for a gun, plain and simple." "Trust me." "He's going for a gun." "Who cares what this primate thinks?" "Resonate some understanding." "The only place a person can even view a gun in this city is... at a museum." "Welcome to the San Angeles Museum of History." "Beneath you, you will see an excavation..." " of an actual 20th-century street scene..." " Hey, hey!" "All right." " ...in downtown Los Angeles..." " Now, good." "...preserved since the earthquake of 2010." "For specific information concerning objects featured in the exhibit...." "Firearms are on display in the Armory." "... located on Level A." "You are now entering the Hall of Violence, a visual representation of the primitive behavior prevalent during the late 20th century." "Home, sweet home." "Ooh." "John Spartan, even if Simon Phoenix was able to locate the cache of firearms, it would... it would be impossible for him to remove them." "She's right." "They're located in a maximum-security armory exhibit." "It's just a hunch, so trust me on this." "It's a cop thing." "And what am I, a frog?" " Excuse me." " Yes?" " I'll drive." " I see." "Resetting all bio-links for new driver." "Weight, height, peripheral vision set." "If you would like to commence transportation, John Spartan, initialize sequence now." "You drive." "Welcome, lieutenant Lenina Huxley." "You seem very much alone, John Spartan, but... things aren't all that different." "Perhaps you'd like to hear an oldies station?" "Oldies?" "Oh, this is the most popular station in town." "Wall-to-wall mini-tunes." "You called them "commercials"." "Here's that classic you've all been waiting for." "The number one request of the day, "Armor Hot Dogs"." "Yes!" "... eat Armour Hot Dogs..." "Oh, wow." "This is my fave." "... skinny kids, kids who climb on rocks" "Tall kids, sissy kids" "Even kids with chicken pox love hot dogs" "Armour Hot Dogs" "The dogs kids..." "love... to... bite." "Somebody put me back in the fridge." "You are now entering the armory exhibit." "You will find displayed in the cabinets and walls..." "So sorry." "Didn't see you there." "... various weapons used for violent life termination..." " in wars and urban disturbances..." " Sweet baby." " ... during the 19th and 20th centuries." " Oh, shit." "You are fined one credit for a violation of the verbal morality statute." "Yes." "Now, this is what I'm talkin' about." "How do you get in here?" "Hey, hey." "I gotta wait that 15-day waiting period, or can I just take one now?" "Motherfucker." "Fuck it." "Mellow greetings." "What seems to be your boggle?" "My boggle?" "How much do you weigh?" "Well, I happen to weigh..." "Please, vacate the museum, patrons." "Be calm." "Please, vacate the museum, patrons." "Be calm." "Wait a minute." "This is the future." "Where are all the phaser guns?" "Ah." "Mellow greetings, sir." "What's your boggle?" "Please, exit rapidly." "Warning." "Please, exit rapidly." "The magnetic accelerator gun the last produced handheld weapon of this millennium displaced the flow of neutrons through a nonlinear cycloid electromagnetic accumulator." "So, what?" "What, what?" "It needs batteries?" "What size?" "I mean, where... where the fuck do you find batteries in the future?" "Is there a battery store around, motherfucker?" "Excuse me, Elysian patron." "Can I...?" "Well, where's the Radio Shack?" "Whoo!" "Sweet music to my ears." "When activated, the magnetic accelerator gun will achieve fusion in 2.6 minutes." "Yeah, well, I was thinkin' about leavin' quickly." "Patience is not one of my virtues." "Did you see that?" "What?" "Never mind." "I give up trying to figure this place out." "Excuse me, Rambo." "I need to borrow this." "Access and correlate procedure." "Establish communication with maniac intruder." "Wrong." " Hey, Luke Skywalker, use the Force." " Oh, dear." " Hey, what the hell is this?" " It's a glow-rod." "It's what we got." " Does it work?" " Well, um..." "Guess so." "They have him trapped in section 8." "I doubt it, Huxley." "Now, make sure that building's clear." "Done." "I want a visual." "Now!" "Every corridor of the museum." "I want full sensors routed to me" " and I want it 90 seconds ago." " Hm." "You guys wait here." "Give me 10 minutes." "Patron, you are now confined to the armory." "Museum patron, you are now confined to the armory." "The armory exhibit is now sealed." "All museum patrons still occupying the facility should remain calm." "Help is imminent." "This museum is no longer sealed, is it?" "What can I say?" "I'm a blast from the past." "You should've stayed there." "Oh, boy, that voice sounds familiar." "Who is that?" "Bad aim, blondie." "Spartan?" "John Spartan?" "Aw, shit, they let anybody into this century." "What the hell are you doin' here?" "Simon says, bleed!" "Great." "Just great." "You're makin' it too easy for me, Phoenix." "Come on, you space-age piece o' shit." "Now, let me get this right." "They defrosted you just so you could lasso my piddly ass?" "Damn, you been had." "I've been dreamin' about killin' you for 40 years." "Yeah?" "Well, keep dreaming." "Ooh, wow!" "Oh, shit!" "Acc-Mag now reactivated." "It's about time." "Past is over, John." "Time for something new and improved." "Oh, hell." "Holy shit!" "I love this gun!" "Goddamn!" "How do you like me in the future, John, huh?" "Come on, Phoenix." "Come on!" "Oh, I know that must have hurt." "Huh, soldier boy?" " You're on TV." " Oh, shit!" "You're dead, Spartan." "Forgot to say, "Simon says"." "Oh, shit." "Good one." "Such a brave new world." "Sorry you gotta go." "Shit." "Our noble facility has been desecrated by hooligans." "Someone will pay dearly for this." "Sir, the stress breeder is inside being demobilized as we speak." "Shit." "Being frozen must have thrown my aim off." "Don't worry, I'll get you with the next shot." "I don't think so." "No kiss-kiss, no bang-bang." "And you were doing so well." "Now, don't you have a job to do?" "Hm?" "Isn't there a thought repeating in that barbaric brain of yours?" "The name Friendly." "Mr. Edgar Friendly." "Don't you have someone to kill?" " Yeah, I do." " Excellent." "Then go and do your job." "Phoenix!" "Shit." "Saved by the bell." "Shit." "Damn." "You don't know how lucky you are that man couldn't you." "Well, I must say that whacking, whatever it is, sounds most disagreeable." "Well, you scared him away." "I..." "I don't know how to thank you." "You... saved my life." "No problem." "Not bad for a 74-year-old." "Simon Phoenix knows he has some competition." "He's finally matched his meat." "You really licked his ass." "That's "met his match" and "kicked... kicked his ass"." "Met? "Met his match and kicked his ass."" "Captain Earle." "Who is this man?" "Detective John Spartan, temporarily reinstated to the San Angeles Police Department to pursue the escaped CryoCon Simon Phoenix." "You told us to do everything in our power to capture the mad man." "Oh, yes." "Yes, I did." "I did." "Yes, I do recall the exploits of Mr. John Spartan." "Yes." "Didn't they call him...?" "Yes, of course." "The Demolition Man." "It's quite all right, chief." "Unexpected." "Creative." "But quite all right." "John Spartan, welcome." "Now, in honor of your arrival and your protection of the sanctity of human life, namely my own," "I would like to invite you to join me to dinner tonight." "The both of you." "Please, I insist." "I would like you to accompany me... to Pizza Hut." "Look forward to it." "Thank you." " Pizza Hut?" " Yes." "So let me get this right:" "Spacely Sprockets here, who's now the man in charge, the mayor/gov who wants to take me to dinner at Pizza Hut..." "Though Lord know I wouldn't mind a pizza." "... is also one of the guys that built the goddamn cryoprison?" " John Spartan, you are fined one credit...." " Thanks." "Dr. Cocteau is the most important man in San Angeles." "He practically created our whole way of life, savage." "Yeah?" "Well, he can have it." "Now, Phoenix could be anywhere, but not being coded could hurt 'im and limit his options." "That is correct." "Money is outmoded." "All transactions are through codes." "Now, so he can't buy food or a place to stay for the night." "It'd be a waste o' time to mug somebody." "Unless he rips off someone's hand." "Let's hope he doesn't figure that one out." "But with all officers already patrolling in a citywide crisis net it should be just a matter of tick-tocks before..." "More importantly, we already have a backup plan." "We can just wait for another code to go red." "And when Phoenix performs another MurderDeathKill... we'll know exactly where to pounce." " Great plan." " Thank you." "He likes your plan, chief." "I've been an enthusiast of your escapades for quite some time now." "I have in fact perused some newsreels from the Schwarzenegger Library." "That time that he took that car..." "Hold it." "The Schwarzenegger Library?" "Yes, the Schwarzenegger Presidential Library." "Wasn't he an actor when...?" " Stop." "He was president?" " Yes." "Even though he was not born in this country, his popularity at the time caused the 61st Amendment, which states..." "I don't wanna know." "President." "What the hell is this?" "What, no door?" "No welcome mat?" "What is this?" "What kind of people are these?" "How do they expect you to kill somebody?" "Oh, shit, I love that smell." "Reminds me of biscuits and gravy." "All right." "A job is a job." "Edgar Friendly, whoever the fuck you are, prepare for Simon Phoenix." "So, what's with this Cocteau guy anyway?" "He says I saved his life, which I'm not even sure I did." "And my reward is dinner and dancing at Pizza Hut?" "I mean, hey, I like a big fat piece of pizza, but come on." "Your tone is quasi-facetious, but... you do not realize that Pizza Hut was the only restaurant to survive the Franchise Wars." "So?" "So... now all restaurants are Pizza Hut." "No way." "Welcome to Pizza Hut." "Enjoy your meal, sir." "Be well." "I'll take that." "Oh." "Here comes the Neanderthal." "Mr. Spartan, over there, please, and lieutenant...." "Thank you." "Would you, uh...?" " Yes." " Hi." " How are you guys doing?" " Mellow, thank you." "Fine." "Yes." "Enjoy-joy your meal, sir." "It's good thing I'm hungry." "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to ask you to raise your glasses... to the hero of the hour, my savior... detective John Spartan." "John Spartan." "Appreciate it." "Greetings and salutations." "I'm Associate Bob." "We met before, ever so briefly." "I was, uh, groveling in fear at the time." "You got the salt over there, Bob?" "Um, salt is not good for you, hence it is ille..." "So, John Spartan, tell me... what do you think of San Angeles, 2032?" "Well, considering the way things were going when I went in," "I thought the future would be a writhing cesspool." "Well, you weren't here when the real disturbances began." "Civilization tried to destroy itself." "The city degenerated into a total fear zone." "The citizenry cocooned in their homes, afraid to go out." "People just wanted the madness over." "So, when I saw the chance to make things right, I seized it." "If I had not, the radiance of San Angeles would not be here." "Just your rotting cesspool of hate and suffering." "Which would you prefer?" "Maybe you can book me a flight outta here when the sermon's over." "John Spartan... for your crimes, you would surely have died in jail before now." "Even you must appreciate the persuasively tranquil humanity of the cryoprison system." "I don't wanna spoil your dinner, pal, but my cryo-sentence was no sweet lullaby." "I had feelings and I had thoughts." "How 'bout a 36-year nightmare about people caught in a burning building?" "You were awake?" "I don't think so." "I do think so." "And my wife beating her fists against a block of ice that used to be her husband." "Then, you were nice enough to wake me up and let me know everything that meant something in my life is gone." "It would have been more humane to stake me down and leave me to the fucking crows." "What would you say if I called you a brutish fossil... symbolic of a decayed era gratefully forgotten?" "I don't know. "Thanks"?" "I..." "I thought during rehabilitation the prisoners were not conscious." "A person would go insane." "The side effects of the cryo process are unavoidable." "You were found guilty of criminal charges." "You owed and still do owe a debt to society." " I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do." " Yeah, there is." " Call for backup." "I'll be across the street." " But Spartan, where-where-where are you going?" "Bad guys about to do bad things." "It's just one of those hunches again." " Come on." " Go for the truck." "The food's in the truck." "Grab the big bottle." "Come on, move, move, move." "You're gonna regret this the rest of your life." "Both seconds of it." "Good night." "Get 'im!" "What a fucking hero." "Come on." "Please, don't." "What the hell?" "Such reckless abandonment." "Looks like there's a new shepherd in town." "That's "sheriff"." "Who were those guys?" "They're known as scraps." "Outcasts and deserters who choose to live beneath us in sewers and abandoned tunnels." "They're a constant irritation to our harmony." "They're nothing but thugs and hooligans." "A society of thieves." "The last remaining criminal element in the city." "But plans are in progress to purge this peril from our day." "You are even better live than on LaserDisc." "And the joy-joy the way you paused to make a glib witticism before doing battle with that strangely weaponed scrap, and that row of pun..." "Huxley, look, this isn't the Wild West, okay?" "The Wild West wasn't even the Wild West." "Hurting people's not a good thing." "Well, sometimes it is, but not when it's a bunch o' people lookin' for something to eat." "San Angeles time is now 22:15." "Huxley coding off." "Auto-drive." "Auto-drive engaged." "Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you back there." "No need to make a de-hurtful retraction." "I've just assimilated too much contraband." "I fleshed you out as some "blow up the bad guy with a happy grin" He-Man type." "But now I realize that you're the "moody troubled-past gunslinger who will only draw when he must" type." " Huxley, stop." " What?" "I'm not any of that." "I just do my job and things get  get demolished." "You know, I keep looking around and I think about my daughter growing up in a place like this." "And I'm afraid she's gonna think I'm some kind of primitive." "I mean, as much as I wanna see her, I almost don't wanna." "Because I don't think I'm gonna fit into the picture very well." "Not very well at all." "It would be a minor misuse of police powers, but I..." "I could do a search for you." "No." "Sorry." "Oh, subject change." "I got what you wanted." "Oh, great." "What do you need that for?" "It's just one of those cop hunches again." "Lights." "No." "I've changed that." "Illuminate." "Deluminate." "Whoo!" "Isn't that nicer?" "Go ahead, you try it." "Illuminate." "Raymond, Raymond, we gotta talk." "How did you get in?" "Wish I knew." "I got pass codes..." "Routes to underground kingdoms..." "Complete access to the... industrial data-grid interface." "I don't even know what that shit means." "But I been meanin' to ask you, buddy, because I like it." "I like it a lot." "Your skills were given to you for a reason." "Not for your personal amusement." "Your job is to kill Mr. Edgar Friendly and stop a revolution before it precipitates." "That was why you were rehabilitated." "All right." "I'm gonna do your little dastardly deed for you." "But it's gonna be a little bit more difficult than you thought." "And I'm gonna need some help." "I'll need about five or six..." "more special men." "And I just so happen to have a list." "You see, I wouldn't want you to defrost any of those mad-dog killer types, you know what I mean?" "And none of them motherfuckers from New York." "They're too uptight." "So you're going to be the only mad-dog killer type, right?" "Exactamundo." "Fine." "Take care of it." "Just get it over with." "You're beginning to be more trouble than you're worth." "Oh, Raymond, don't say that." "And what do I get outta all this?" "What do you want?" "Malibu." "Santa Monica." "Hell, what about all the coastal cities?" "Very well, I'll bear it in mind." " Good, I'll send you a memo." " Just do your job!" "What is John Spartan doin' here?" "Huh?" "Did you invite 'im to this little party of ours?" "Look, you finish your business and I'll stuff him back in the freezer." "Think of him as a guarantee." "A guarantee?" "Well, you don't have much of a guarantee." "I took care of Spartan once, I'll take care of him again." "Now we need those men defrosted." "So this is where you live, Huxley?" "Very not bad." "Thank you." "So, where will I be staying?" "Oh, I've procured you a domicile right down the corridor from my own." "Everything is voice coded, so if you need something, just ask." "Lights." "What do you think?" "Clicked off a lot of credits to create a 20th-century apartment." "Uh, Huxley, it's very...." "Isn't it?" "John Spartan... there is, of course, a... well-known and documented connection between sex and violence." "Not so much a causal effect, but a general state of... of neurological arousal." "And... after having observed your behavior this evening and... my resultant condition... um..." "I was wondering if you would like to have sex." " With you?" " Mm-hm." " Here?" "Now?" " Mm-hm." "Oh, yeah." "Great!" "I'll be right back." ""Love Boat"?" "Okay." "There you go." "Now, just relax." "We'll begin in a few seconds." " Begin what?" " Having sex, of course." "Yes." "Yes." "Yes!" "What's wrong?" "You broke contact." "Contact?" "I didn't even touch you yet." "But I thought you wanted to make love." "Is that what you call this?" "Vir-sex has been proven to produce high orders of alpha waves during digitized transference of sexual energies." "All right, Huxley, what do you say we just do it the old-fashioned way?" "Ew!" "Disgusting!" "You mean... fluid transfer?" "No, I mean... boning, the wild mambo, the-the hunka-chunka..." "That is no longer done." "Exchange of bodily fluids, do you know what that leads to?" "Yeah, I do." "Kids, smoking, a desire to raid the fridge..." "The rampant exchange of bodily fluids was one of the major reasons for the downfall of society." "After AIDS, there was NRS." "After NRS, there was UBT." "And one of the first things that dr." "Cocteau was able to do was to outlaw and behaviorly engineer all fluid transfer out of societally acceptable behavior." "Not even... not even mouth transfer is condoned." " Kissing's not allowed?" " Ugh!" "Damn, I was a good kisser." "All right." "What about kids?" " Procreation?" " Yeah." "We go to a lab." "Fluids are purified, screened and-and transferred by authorized medical personnel only." "It is the only legal way." "What are you doing?" "Breaking the law." "You are a savage creature, John Spartan." "And I wish you to leave my domicile now." "Look, you know..." "Code accepted." "Be well, John Spartan." "Lights." ""Oh, he doesn't know how to use the three seashells."" "Happy Halloween." ""Behavioral engineering"?" "Hi, Martin, you know, I was thinking..." "Oh, my God, I'm sorry, wrong number." "Our noble facility has been desecrated by hooligans." "Someone will pay dearly for this." "Sir, the stress breeder is inside being demobilized as we speak." "Shit." "Being frozen must have thrown my aim off." "Don't worry, I'll get you with the next shot." "I don't think so." "No kiss-kiss, no bang-bang." " Detective." " Listen, I'm sorry about last night." "Here, I made this for you." " For me?" " Yeah." "Thank you." "Oh, I'll drive." " I gotta learn to do this once in my life." " Okay." "Thank you for the lovely gift." "Look, I don't know what you guys put into my cryo sludge, but when I thawed out, the first thing I wanted to do was knit." "I mean, how come I know what a zipperfoot, and-and a shuttle, and a hooking' bobbin and a petit point is?" "I could weave a throw rug right now with my eyes closed." "It's part of your rehab program." "For each inmate, the computer draws up a skill or trade that's best suited to their genetic disposition." "And it would implant the knowledge and the desire to carry out whatever..." "training was assigned." "I'm a seamstress?" "Oh, that's just great." "I come out of cryoprison and I'm Betsy fucking Ross." "And Phoenix comes out and he can access computers, operate all vehicles, knows the location of every damn thing in town and is three time stronger than when he went in?" " Can you get me his rehab program now?" " Sure." " I'm a seamstress." " Access code for Simon Phoenix." "Access Simon Phoenix." "Accessing." "Access denied." " What?" " Security override." "This can't be right." "Access granted, officer Huxley." "Accessing Simon Phoenix, Deepfile rehab 65-R." "Urban Combatkill." "Torture Methodology." "Computer Override Authority." "There must be some mistake." "Terrorism Tactics." "Weapons Training." "Martial Arts." "MurderDeathKill." "Explosives Technician." "Violent Behavior." " This isn't a proper rehabilitation program." " No kiddin'." "This would create a monster." " Who develops these programs?" " Well, Cocteau Industries, of course." "But why would the benevolent dr." "Cocteau send such a brute savage into our midst?" "Ah, that's a good question." "Why don't we go ask 'im." "No, John." "You do not accuse a savior of our city of being connected with a..." "multi-MurderDeathKiller like Simon Phoenix. lt's... rude." "I'll be subtle." "I'm good at subtle." "Mellow greetings." "We are happy to welcome you to the Cocteau Behavioral Engineering Complex." "Be well." " Enhance your calm, John Spartan." " Mm." "Mellow apologies for my lack of physical disposition, detective, but I do have an entire city/gov to run." "Then, well, run this." "You programmed Phoenix's rehab to turn him into a terrorist." "And I don't think his escape was an accident either." " Very subtle." " Thank you." "Outside the museum, why didn't he blow your brains out?" "What did you say to him?" "I honestly don't remember." "Does it matter?" "Yeah, it matters." "I saw the security disk." "He had a full 10 seconds to figure out where to put the hole in your fucking head." "John Spartan." "This display of barbaric behavior was unacceptable even in your time." "Yeah." "But it worked." "When a man like Phoenix has a gun to your head... 10 seconds is 9 and a half seconds longer than you live." "Not everyone is as eager as you to resort to violence to solve all the difficulties in life." "Even now, I'm beginning to wonder if the chaos in the museum was the result of Mr. Phoenix's presence or your own." "Wonder about this, shithead." "If you think you got this maniac under control, trust me, you don't." "Is there something specific you plan to do with that archaic device?" "John Spartan." "No, I didn't think so." "Detective, the only thing I haven't got under control is you." "But that can be solved." "You, my Cro-Magnon friend, are dead." "Your family's dead, your past is dead." "Dead things cannot affect the living." "So... enjoy your moment of..." "prehistoric bravado because after you leave here, it will be over." "Like everything else in your life." "Officer, return this man to cryostasis immediately." "Be well." "Be fucked." "JohnSpartan, you are fined one..." "Greetings, citizen." "How are you on this glorious day?" " I'll wait here." " Let's go." " Oh, I don't know." " Look, I do know." "Now turn that thing on." " I hope you know what you're doing." " Vector, 23 degrees." "But you're asking me to disobey a direct order." "I'm to escort you to the cryoprison." "Look, you do what you gotta do." "I know what I gotta do." "I gotta nail that maniac and put 'im on ice or that's where I'm gonna be." " Enhance your calm, John Spartan." " Look, I've had it with enhancing my calm." "I'm gonna find that psycho Phoenix and enhance his calm." "And when I'm done, I'm gonna turn all my attention to that Froot Loop, Cocteau." "Now, you don't have to come with me." "I can do this alone." "Okay?" "Even if Simon Phoenix was programmed to escape, extinguish life and steal contraband weapons, why are you proceeding into the depth of the wasteland?" "The reason why your city-wide manhunt didn't work was because Phoenix was in the one place that" "A - you can't monitor," "B - are afraid to go and, C - don't give a shit about." "Now, I wanna go down there, I wanna find Phoenix and I wanna put 'im in a hurt locker." "So, you wanna come with me..." "or you wanna arrest me, huh?" "Okay." "I'm with you." "Let's go blow this guy." "Away." "Blow this guy away." "Whatever." "She got a way with words." " What's wrong, Huxley?" " It's not very clean." "A real garden sight." "All right, which way go I say?" "Over there." "All right, guys, be ready for anything." "My dog's better than your dog" "My dog's better than yours" "My dog's better 'cause he gets Ken-L Ration My dog's..." "Hey." "I'm sorry, but when I'm nervous, I...." "Sorry." "O-over here." "Oh, what is that emanation?" "Oh, yeah." "Oh, yeah!" "Come on, guys." "No, hey, just relax." "All I want's a burger and a beer, if you got one." "How am I gonna pay?" "Hm..." " Huxley, it is better to give." " Ow!" " You want a slug?" " Ugh." "No, thank you." "I think I'm gonna be sick." "Oh, God." " This is fantastic." "You guys gotta try this." " Oh, my." "Just don't ask where the meat comes from." "Huxley, what's that supposed to mean?" "Do you see any cows around here, detective?" "Rat?" "This is a rat burger?" "Not bad." "Matter of fact, it's the best burger I've had in years." "See you later." "They don't seem very hostile, John Spartan." "No, they don't." "Now, that's a thing of beauty." "Huxley, do you know what this is?" "A 1970 Oldsmobile 442!" "With a 455-cubic-inch engine." "Radial tires and-and bucket seats." " I'm impressed." " I studied." "So did I. Hand over the glow-rod." "Your friends too." "Come on, move." "Ow!" " Easy, pal." " Yeah." "Ow!" "You got ball-balls, cop, comin' down here after the show you put on." "We're looking for a MurderDeathKiller." "Can you help or just bully us with your primitive weapons?" "Well, maybe they're not so primitive." "So, you think you're takin' me in, huh?" "Guess what." "Not happening'." "You tell Cocteau he can kiss my ass." "Yeah, that's right." "You tell Cocteau it's gonna take an army of assholes to get rid of me." "Cause I don't give a shit." "I got nothin' to lose." "I don't wanna rain on your parade, pal." "But I don't know who the hell you are, let alone wanna take you anywhere." "So, stay here, be well and Cocteau's an asshole!" " Hey!" " Hey, man." "Let's take 'em and dump 'em up top." "They're only down here to spy on us." "Wait a minute." "You're the guy outside Pizza Hut." "Yeah." "What do you want?" "I guess you weren't part of the Cocteau plan." "Greed, deception, abuse of power." "That's no plan." " That's why everybody's down here?" " Got that right." "See, according to Cocteau's plan..." "I'm the enemy, cause I like to think." "I like to read." "I'm into freedom o' speech and freedom o'choice." "I'm the kind o' guy who just sits in a greasy spoon and wonders:" ""Gee!" "Should I have the T-bone steak"" ""or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs on the side or the gravy fries?"" "I want high cholesterol." "I wanna eat bacon, and butter and buckets o' cheese, okay?" "I wanna smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in a non-smokin' section." "I wanna run through the streets naked with green Jell-O all over my body reading' "Playboy" magazine." "And why?" "Because I suddenly might feel the need to." "Okay, pal?" "I've seen the future." "You know what it is?" "It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting' around in his beige pyjamas, drinkin a banana-broccoli shake, singin' "I'm a Oscar Meyer wiener"." "You live up top, you live Cocteau's way." "What he wants, when he wants, how he wants." "You're outta choice?" "Come down here..." "Maybe starve to death." "All right." "Then why don't you take charge and lead these people out of here?" "I'm no leader." "I do what I have to do." "Sometimes people come with me." "All I wanna do is bury Cocteau up to his neck in shit and let 'im think happy thoughts forever." "Then I got bad news." "I think he wants to kill you." "All right, gentlemen." "Let's review." "The year is 2032." "That's 2-0-3-2." "As in the 21st century." "And I am sorry to say that the world has become a pussy-whipped" "Brady Bunch version of itself, run by a bunch of robed sissies." "All we have to do to run the whole thing... is to kill a man named..." "Friendly, who put it all together." "Ah, but there's an extra added bonus." "We get to kill the man who put most of us behind the freezer." "You mean..." "we get to kill John Spartan?" "Exactly." "I want you to loot, pillage, plunder." "I want you to steal." "I want you to do all the wonderful things that we used to do before all of this happened." "This world will be ours." "Let's bring back the good old days!" " Are you with me?" " Yeah!" " Are you with me?" " Yeah!" " Let's do it!" " Yeah!" "It is a curious conclusion which you have deduced, John Spartan." "But..." "I can find no fault in your logic." "Simon Phoenix is the perfect weapon to send out into the savage nether regions in which we stand." "I am impressed, John Spartan." "You mean they thawed this guy out just to kill me?" " I'm flattered." " Don't be flattered." "Be frightened." "This guy's a certifiable nightmare." " And that's why you're down here?" " Yeah." "I must have done something right in a previous life." "Can't imagine what that coulda been." "Two for the price of one." "Let's take 'em, boys." "Stay down!" "Friendly!" "Up on top!" "I'll be goddamned." "Like a New York cockroach." "Fuck it." "I hate when things go wrong." "Phoenix!" "There's an elevator shaft on top of this place." " Does that mean we're going up?" " Momentito, senorita Huxley." "Come on." "How nice." "They must have been expecting me." " Okay." "Now what?" " Buckle up." "There he is!" "He's in my car!" "I'll be goddamned." "What is happenin' with the cops today?" "Huh?" "Don't you know you're endangering the lives of civilians?" "Shit." " Auto-inflate." " Auto-inflate." "Damn!" "Oh, that is just lovely." " Huxley, drive." " Okay, okay, I've read all about this now." "Okay." "So, what do I do?" "I just..." "I just push this pedal?" "Whoa!" "Okay, okay." "I got it, I got it." " Punch it, Huxley!" " Excuse me?" "Push the pedal as hard as you can!" "Just catch up to 'im!" " Hold on." " Faster!" "Faster!" "Shit." "No free rides!" " Emergency, doors open." " Doors opening." "Say hello to my little friend." " Doors close." " Malfunction." "Computer, auto-drive." "Auto-drive engaged." "Gonna give you a haircut!" "Remember those 40 bus passengers that you blew apart tryin' to catch me?" "They were already dead." "Cold as Haagen-Dazs." "Man, I went to jail with a 36-year smile." "You're dead, Spartan." "Speak for yourself." " Self-drive." " Unable to execute." " Self-drive now." " Malfunction." "Unable to execute." "Emergency." "Go left." "Right." "Self-drive engaged." "Brake!" "Brake!" "Brake now, you Mickey Mouse piece o' shiiit!" "John Spartan?" "John Spartan, are you in there?" " John Spartan!" " Who do you think it is, Huxley?" "Here." "I thought your life force had been prematurely terminated." "Yeah, I thought I was history too." "What the hell happened?" "All of a sudden..." "this car turned into a cannoli." "It's securefoam, and it saved your life." "Look at you, you're in shambles." "Don't worry, I can fix it later." "All I need is a needle and thread." "I really didn't say that, did I?" "Damn!" "John Spartan." "You..." "You caveman, you're under arrest." "You are to be returned to the cryoprison immediately." "I heard all about that." "We'll talk later, chief." "Right now I need something, anything." "A shotgun, a flare gun." "Spartan." " Holy shit." " Defensive red alert." "Stun batons on." "Relax." "Well, look at you." "You get a bump on the noggin and you think you're Pancho Villa?" " Who?" " Never mind." "Time to take a stand, pal." "Well, good." "While you're doing it, loan me a gun." "Loan me two guns." "You'd use these weapons of mass destruction against men and women who uphold the law?" "We use these weapons to shop for groceries... dick." "Spartan, wait." "You can't leave." "You're under arrest." "This very concept negates the possibility of your leaving." "Skip it, chief." "Lieutenant Huxley." "Chief, you can take this job and you can shovel it." "Hm?" ""Take this job and shovel it."" "Yeah?" "Close enough." "No." "No." "I hadn't counted on this, but I must say, you worked out beautifully." "People are terrified of you." "What's new?" "People have always been terrified of me." "Yes, but this time, they're really intimidated." "Now..." "I'll have carte blanche to create the perfect society." "My society." "San Angeles will be a beacon of order... with the purity of an ant colony." "And the beauty of a flawless pearl." "Look, you can't take away people's right to be assholes." "Hm?" "That's who you remind me of... an evil Mr. Rogers." "Will you please kill him?" "He's pissin' me off." "Put another log on the fire!" "I'm gonna love running' this place." "Well, now... what shall I do with you, huh, Bobby?" "I am an excellent associate, sir." "I would be delighted to continue my services during your administration." "Ah." "That's the man who we'll use." "Excuse me but the police are here." "Who in the hell do you think...?" "I'm impressed." "Huxley!" "That man has died by my hands." "It was either him or us, Huxley." "Yeah, there is that." "Anyway, where in the hell did you learn to kick like that?" " Oh, um, Jackie Chan movies." " Ah." "Looks like the Cocteau plan just went up in smoke." "Rest in peace, Raymond Cocteau." "Oh, John Spartan, civilization as we know it will come to an end." "What will we do?" "I don't know." "But trust me, this is better for you." "What's that?" "Oh, this is bad." "This is very bad." "He's accessed the cryoprison and he's about to defrost the entire multi-lifer wing." "Most of them don't like you." "Most o' these guys don't even like their own mothers." "These are bad boys, Huxley." "How many are there?" "Eighty." "All without rehab." "And now they'll be reanimated within the hour." "Oh, we gotta stop this." "I'm not at all pleased about having caused the fatality of that deranged CryoCon." "But..." "I now understand that under certain circumstances, that violence is necessary." "Good." "Then I hope you understand this." "Oh, I hope my butt didn't look like that." "Okay, who do we have left that's good, huh?" "Oh, let's see." "Wilkes, Patrick." "Jeffrey Dahmer?" "I love that guy." "Look, we gotta get 'im." "How long before the rest are done?" " They're in the final stages of reanimation, sir." " Great." "Absolutely great." "Gentlemen." "Thank you very much, but your services will no longer be required." "Send a maniac to catch a maniac." "Attention." "Attention." "Cryoprisoner defrosting reanimation sequence now entering final stage." "Countdown to reanimation of prisoner batches 290, 310, 480 and 570:" "Ten minutes." " That's it." "The very last one." " Excellent." "Accessed." "What the hell is that?" "Phoenix!" "Didn't expect that one, did you?" " Where the fuck are you goin'?" " I wish you the best of luck, sir." "Stupid." "Spartan, how's it hangin', huh?" "I'm sure you're familiar with the long arm of the law, aren't you?" "Aw, come on, Spartan." "Why don't you struggle a little bit?" "Make me work for it, huh?" "What do you say?" "How about a little target practice?" "What do you say?" "Didn't hurt your head, did you?" "Shit." "Piece-o'-shit gun." "Damn." "Fuck." "That's it, Spartan." "You're not gettin' out of this one." "I could drop you in that vat of defrost over there and fry your ass like a chicken." "Or with my little pinky, drop your monkey ass down..." "I'll be goddamned." "Shit!" "Goddamn!" "What am I doin' wrong?" "Cryoprisoner reanimation sequence now entering final stage." "Is it cold in here, or is it just me?" "Good memory." "Come 'ere." "Come 'ere." "Piece of shit!" "I hate cops!" "Look in my eyes, John." "I'll see you in hell." "Not." "This is the best day of my life." "Heads up!" "You have apprehended the villain responsible for the murder of our beloved dr." "Raymond Cocteau?" "Well, I wouldn't exactly say apprehended." "Let's just say he's history." "And the cryoprison, that's history too." "What will we do?" "How will we live?" "I'll tell you what we're gonna do." "We're gonna go out drinkin' to all of us, get shit-faced and paint the town, literally." "Put up graffiti, slogans..." "It'll be a blast." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "I'm gonna tell you what you're gonna do." "Why don't you get a little dirty?" "You, a lot clean." "And somewhere in the middle...." "I don't know." "You'll figure it out." "Fuckin' A." "Well put." "Mr. Friendly?" "Greetings and salutations, Edgar Friendly." "I'm Associate Bob." "And may I say, it would be a pleasure to assist you in creating a more humane..." " Bob." "Bob." "Let's talk about the hair, okay?" " Hair?" "Pick a color." "All right?" "And lose the kimono." " You look like a couch." " A couch?" "What, are you a surgeon with these gloves?" "Thank you for rendering me unconscious." "Huxley, I did it for your own good." " We're supposed to be a team." " We are." "Oh, my." "Are all fluid-transfer activities like this?" " Better." " Better?" "Oh, my." "I think I'm gonna like the future." "Now that you've demolished everything." "But there's just one thing I wanna know." "Hm." "How's that damn three-seashell thing work?"