Here comes the Neanderthal.
Mr. Spartan over there please, and Lieutenant....
Thank you.
How are you doing?
Enjoy-joy your meal, sir.
Good thing l磎 hungry.
Ladies and gentlemen, please raise your glasses to the hero of the hour...
...my savior...
...Detective John Spartan.
Appreciate it.
Greetings and salutations.
I磎 Associate Bob.
We met before, ever so briefly. I was in fear at the time.
Do you have the salt?
Salt is not good for you, hence it is illegal.
So, John Spartan...
...tell me...
...what do you think of San Angeles, 2032?
I thought the future would be a rotten cesspool.
You weren磘 here when the real disturbances began.
Civilization tried to destroy itself.
The city degenerated into a total fear zone.
People stayed home, afraid to go out. People wanted the madness over.
When I saw the chance to make things right...
...l 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?
Can you book me a flight out of here when the sermon磗 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 cryo-prison system?
I don磘 want to spoil your dinner, but my cryo-sentence was no sweet lullaby.
I had feelings and thoughts.
A 36-year nightmare about people caught in a burning building.
You were awake? I don磘 think so.
I think so.
My wife beating her fists against a block of ice that was her husband.
Then you woke me up and told me everything that meant something is gone.
It would have been more humane to leave me to the fucking crows.
What would you say if I called you a brutish fossil...
...symbolic of the decayed era gratefully forgotten?
I don磘 know. 创Thanks创?
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 a crime.
You owed and still owe a debt to society.
There磗 nothing I can do.
Yes, call for backup. I磍l be across the street.
Where磖e you going?
Bad guys about to do bad things. It磗 just one of those hunches.
Go for the truck!
The food磗 there!
Grab the big box! Move!
You磍l regret this all your life. Both seconds of it.
Good night!
Get him!
What a fucking hero. Come on.
Please, don磘.
What the hell?!
Such reckless abandonment.
Looks like there is a new shepherd in town.
That磗 创sheriff.创 Who are those guys?
They磖e known as scraps.
Outcasts and deserters who choose to live...
...in sewers and abandoned tunnels.
They磖e a constant irritation to our harmony.
They磖e nothing but thugs.
A society of thieves. The remaining criminal element in the city.
But plans are in progress to purge this peril from our day.
You磖e better live than on laser disk.
The way you paused to make a witticism before doing battle...
...with that Scrap--
This isn磘 the Wild West, okay?
The Wild West wasn磘 even the Wild West.
Hurting people isn磘 good.
Sometimes it is, but not...
...when it磗 people looking for food.
San Angeles time is now 22:15.
Coding off.
Auto-drive.
Auto-drive engaged.
I磎 sorry I yelled at you.
No need for retractions.
I assimilated too much contraband.
I fleshed you out as a blow-up-the-bad- guy-while-grinning type.
But you磖e the moody-gunslinger-who- will-only-draw-when-he-must type.
I just do my job and things get--
Demolished.
I think of my daughter growing up in a place like this.
I磎 afraid she磍l think l磎 a primitive.
As much as I want to see her, I almost don磘 want to.
Because I don磘 think l磍l fit in well.
Not at all.
It磀 be a misuse of police powers, but I can do a search for you.
Sorry.
Subject change. I got what you wanted.
Great.
What磗 that for?
It磗 one of those cop hunches.
Lights.
I磛e changed that.
Illuminate.
Deluminate.
Isn磘 that nicer?
Go ahead, you try.
Illuminate.
Raymond, Raymond, we磛e got to 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磘 even know what that means.
But l磛e been meaning to ask you, because I like it!
I like it a lot!
You have these skills for a reason.
Not for your personal amusement.
Your job is to kill Mr. Edgar Friendly and stop a revolution.
That is why you were rehabilitated.
All right. I磎 going to do your dastardly deed for you.
But it磍l be more difficult than you thought.
I磎 going to need some help.
I磍l need about five or six more 创special创 men.
I happen to have a list.
I wouldn磘 want you to defrost any of those killer types, know what I mean?
And none of those motherfuckers from New York. They磖e too uptight.
So you磖e going to be the only killer type?
Fine.
Do it.
Just get it over with.
You磖e more trouble than you磖e worth.
Oh, Raymond, don磘 say that.
And what do I get out of all this?
What do you want?
Malibu.
Santa Monica. Hell, how about all the coastal cities?
I磍l bear it in mind.
-Good, l磍l send you a memo. -Just do your job!
What is John Spartan doing here?
Did you invite him to this party?
Look, you finish your business...
...and l磍l stuff him back in the freezer.
Think of him as a guarantee.
A guarantee?
You don磘 have much of a guarantee.
I took care of Spartan once, l磍l take care of him again.
Now we need those men defrosted.
Is this where you live?
Very not bad.
Thank you.
Where will I be staying?
I磛e procured you a domicile 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.
It磗 very....
Isn磘 it?
John Spartan....
There磗 a well-known, documented...
...connection between sex and violence.
Not so much a causal effect...
...but a general state of neurological arousal.
And...
...after having observed your behavior this evening and...
...my resultant condition...
...l was wondering if you磀 like to have sex?
With you?
Here?
Now?
Great!
I磍l be right back.
Love boat?
Here.
Now, just relax. We磍l begin in a few seconds.
Begin what?
Having sex, of course.
You broke contact.
Contact? I didn磘 even touch you yet.
You said you wanted to make love.
Is that what this is?
Vir-sex produces high alpha waves during transference of sexual energies.
Let磗 do it the old-fashioned way.
Disgusting!
-...fluid transfer? -No, I mean boning, the wild mambo.
That is no longer done.
Do you know what the exchange of bodily fluids leads to?
Kids, smoking, raiding the fridge.
Rampant exchange of bodily fluids was a major cause of society磗 downfall.
After AIDS, there was NRS, then there was UBT.
One of the first things Cocteau did was to outlaw...
...and engineer all fluid transfer out of socially acceptable behavior.
Not even a mouth transfer磗 condoned.
Kissing磗 not allowed?!
I was a good kisser.
What about kids?
Procreation?
We go to a lab.
Fluids are purified, screened...
...and transferred by authorized medical personnel only.
It is the only legal way.
What磖e you doing?
Breaking the law.
You are a savage creature.
I wish you to leave my domicile. Now!
You know--
Code accepted. Be well, John Spartan.
Lights.
创He doesn磘 know how to use the three sea shells.创
Happy Halloween.
创Behavioral engineering创?
Hi, Marty, I was thinking-- Oh, my God, l磎 sorry, wrong number.
Our noble facility has been desecrated.
Someone will pay dearly for this.
Sir, the stress breeder is inside being demobilized.
Shit! Being frozen must磛e thrown my aim off. Don磘 worry.
The next shot.
I don磘 think so.
No kiss-kiss, no bang-bang.
I磎 sorry about last night.
This is for you.
For me?
Thank you.
I磍l drive.
I must learn to do this sometime.
Thanks for the gift.
I don磘 know what磗 in my cryo-sludge but when I thawed, I wanted to knit.
How come I know what a zipperfoot, a shuttle and a bobbin is?
I could weave a throw rug now with my eyes closed.
It磗 part of your rehab program.
For each inmate the computer draws up a skill or trade...
...suited to their genetic disposition.
It implants the knowledge...
...and the desire to carry out the training.
I磎 a seamstress?
That磗 great.
I come out of cryo-prison and l磎 Betsy-fucking-Ross.
Phoenix can access computers, operate all vehicles...
...knows the location of every thing in town...
...and is stronger than before?
Can you get me his rehab program?
-I磎 a seamstress. -Access code for Simon Phoenix.
Access Simon Phoenix.
Accessing.
Access denied.
-What? -Security override.
It can磘 be right.
Access granted, Officer Huxley.
Accessing Simon Phoenix, Deepfile rehab 65-R.
Urban Combatkill.
Torture Methodology. Computer Override Authority.
-There must be a mistake. -Survival Tactics.
Terrorism Tactics. Weapons Training. Martial Arts. MurderDeathKill.
Explosives technician. Violent Behavior.
-This isn磘 a rehab program. -No kidding.
This would create a monster.
Who develops these programs?
Cocteau lndustries.
But why would the benevolent...
...Dr. Cocteau send such a brute savage into our midst?
Good question. Let磗 go ask him.
You do not accuse our savior of being connected with a...
...multi-murderer like Phoenix. It磗...
...rude.
I磍l be subtle.
I磎 good at subtle.
Mellow greetings.
We welcome you...
...to the Cocteau Behavioral Engineering Complex.
Be well.
Enhance your calm, John Spartan.
Mellow apologies for my lack of physical disposition...
...but I have a city/gov to run.
Well, run this.
You programmed Phoenix磗 rehab to turn him into a terrorist.
And I don磘 think his escape was an accident.
Very subtle.
Outside the museum, why didn磘 he kill you?
What did you say?
I don磘 remember. Does it matter?
It matters. I saw the security disk.
He had 10 seconds to figure out where to put the hole in your head.
This display of barbaric behavior was unacceptable even in your time.
But it worked.
When Phoenix has a gun, 10 seconds is 9 1/2 seconds longer than you get.
Not everyone is as eager as you...
...to resort to violence to solve life磗 difficulties.
I wonder if the chaos in the museum was the result of Mr. Phoenix磗 presence.
Wonder about this...
...shithead.
If you think you got this maniac under control, trust me...
...you don磘.
Is there something specific you plan to do with that archaic device?
No, I didn磘 think so.
The only thing I haven磘 got under control is you.
But that can be solved.
You, my Cro-Magnon friend, are dead. Your family磗 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 cryo-stasis immediately.
Be well.
Be fucked.
You are fined one credit--
Greetings, Citizen. How are you on this glorious day?
I磍l wait here.
Let磗 go.
-I don磘 know. -I do know. Turn that thing on.
I hope you know what you磖e doing.
You磖e asking me to disobey a direct order.
I磎 to escort you to the cryo-prison.
I must get that maniac and put him on ice or that磗 where l磍l be.
-Enhance your calm. -I磛e had it with enhancing my calm.
I磍l enhance that psycho磗 calm. Then l磍l turn my attention to Cocteau.
You don磘 have to come with me. I磍l do it alone.
Even if Phoenix was programmed to escape, kill and steal...
...why are you going to the wasteland?
Your city-wide manhunt didn磘 work because Phoenix was in a place...
...you can磘 monitor...
...afraid to go and don磘 give a shit about.
I want to go down there, find Phoenix and put him in a hurt locker.
Do you want to come? Or arrest me?
I磎 with you.
Let磗 go blow this guy.
Away.
Blow this guy away.
Whatever.
She has a way with words.
What磗 wrong?
It磗 not very clean.
A real garden spot.
Okay, which way?
Over there.
Okay, be ready for anything.
创My dog磗 better than your dog
创My dog磗 better than yours
创My dog磗 better 碿ause he gets Kennel-Ration创
I磎 sorry, when l磎 nervous, l....
Sorry.
Over here.
What磗 that emanation?
Come on.
Relax. I just want a burger and a beer.
How will I pay?
It磗 better to give.
Want a slug?
No, thank you.
I think l磍l be sick.
Oh, God.
It磗 fantastic. You must try one.
Don磘 ask where the meat comes from.
What do you mean?
See any cows around here?
Rat?
This is a rat burger?
Not bad.
It磗 the best burger l磛e had in years.
See you later.
They don磘 seem very hostile, John Spartan.
No, they don磘.
Now that磗 a thing of beauty.
Do you know what this is?
A 1970 Oldsmobile 442.
With a 455-cubic-inch engine.
Radial tires and bucket seats.
I磎 impressed.
I studied.
So did l. Hand over the glow-rod.
Your friends too. Come on.
You got balls, coming down here.
We磖e looking for a MurderDeathKiller.
Can you help us or just bully us with your primitive weapons?
Maybe they磖e not primitive.
Think you磖e taking me in?
Guess what?
Not happening.
Tell Cocteau he can kiss my ass. That磗 right.
It磍l take an army to get rid of me.
I don磘 give a shit. I got nothing to lose.
I don磘 know who the hell you are, let alone want to take you anywhere.
So stay here, be well and Cocteau磗 an asshole!
Let磗 dump them up top. They磖e only here to spy on us.
You磖e the guy outside Taco Bell.
What do you want?
You weren磘 part of the Cocteau plan.
Greed, deception, abuse of power. That磗 no plan.
-That磗 why you磖e here? -That磗 right.
See....
According to Cocteau磗 plan...
...l磎 an enemy because I like to think.
I like to read.
I磎 into freedom of speech and choice.
I like to sit in a greasy spoon...
...and think, 创Should I have steak or barbecued ribs with gravy fries?创
I want high cholesterol.
I want to eat bacon, butter and cheese.
I want to smoke a cigar the size of Cincinnati.
I want to run through the streets naked...
...reading 创Playboy创 magazine because I might need to.
I磛e seen the future.
It磗 a 47-year-old virgin...
...drinking a banana-broccoli shake and singing 创l磎 a wiener.创
Up top, you live Cocteau磗 way.
What he wants, when he wants, how he wants.
Your other choice: come here.
Maybe starve to death.
Why don磘 you take charge and lead these people out of here?
I磎 no leader.
I do what I have to do.
Sometimes people join me.
I just want to bury Cocteau up to his neck and let him think happy thoughts.
Then I got bad news.
I think he wants to kill you.
All right gentlemen, let磗 review.
It磗 2032.
That磗 2-0-3-2. As in the 21st century.
And l磎 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.
But there磗 an extra added bonus.
We get to kill...
...the man who put us in the freezer.
You mean...
...we get to kill John Spartan?
Exactly.
I want you to loot, pillage, plunder, and steal.
Do all the wonderful things we used to do before any of this happened.
This world will be ours!
Let磗 bring back the good old days!
Are you with me?
Are you with me? Let磗 do it!
It is a curious conclusion which you have deduced, John Spartan.
But I can find no fault in your logic.
Phoenix would be the perfect weapon to send into these savage regions.
I磎 impressed, John Spartan.
They thawed him out just to kill me?
-I磎 flattered. -Don磘 be flattered. Be frightened.
This guy磗 a certifiable nightmare.
That磗 why you磖e here?
I must have done something right in the previous life.
Can磘 imagine what that could have been.
Two for the price of one.
Let磗 take them.
Stay down!
I磍l be damned. Like a New York cockroach.
Everything磗 wrong.
There磗 an elevator shaft at the top.
So we磖e going up?
Momentito, Senorita Huxley. Come on.
How nice! Must磛e been expecting me.
Now what?
Buckle up.
There he is! ln my car!
I磍l be goddamned.
What磗 happening to cops today?
Don磘 you know you are endangering civilians?
Auto-inflate!
Auto-inflate.
That was lovely.
Huxley, drive!
Okay, l磛e read all about this.
What do I do now? Push this pedal?
Okay, I got it.
Punch it!
Excuse me?
Push the pedal as hard as you can!
No free rides!
Emergency, doors open.
Doors opening.
Say hello to my friend.
Doors close!
Malfunction.
Computer, auto-drive.
Auto-drive engaged.
Going to cut your hair!
Remember the 40 bus passengers...
...you blew up trying to get me?
They were already dead.
Cold as H鋋gen-Dazs!
I went to jail with a 36-year smile.
You磖e dead.
Speak for yourself.
Self-drive!
Unable to execute.
-Self-drive! Now! -Malfunction.
Unable to execute.
Emergency!
Brake!
Self-drive engaged.
Brake! Brake!
Brake now, you, Mickey Mouse piece of shit!
Are you in there?
Who do you think it is, Huxley?
I thought your life force had been prematurely terminated!
I thought I was history too.
What happened? All of a sudden, this car turned into cannoli.
It磗 the securefoam. It saved your life.
Look at you, you磖e in shambles.
I can fix it later. All I need is a needle and thread.
Did I really say that?
You caveman, you磖e under arrest!
Return to the cryo-prison. Immediately!
I heard all that. We磍l talk later, Chief.
I need something. A shotgun, a flare gun.
Shit!
Defensive red alert!
Stun batons on.
Relax.
Did you bump your noggin...
...and think you磖e Pancho Villa?
Who?
Never mind.
Time to take a stand.
Good. While you磖e doing it, loan me a gun. Two guns.
You磀 use these weapons against men and women who uphold the law?
We use these weapons to shop for groceries, dick.
You can磘 leave.
You磖e 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.
Take this job...
...and shovel it.
Close enough.
I hadn磘 counted on this but I must say, you worked out beautifully.
People are terrified of you.
What磗 new? People have always been terrified of me.
But this time they磖e really intimidated.
Now...
...l磍l 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.
People have a right to be assholes.
You remind me of...
...an evil Mr. Rogers.
Will you please kill him?
He磗 pissing me off.
Put another log on the fire!
I磍l love running this place!
Well, now...
...what shall I do with you?
I am an excellent associate, sir.
I磀 be delighted to continue my services with your administration.
Maybe we磀 use--
Excuse me, the police are here.
Oh, man!
What the hell are you doing?!
I磎 impressed.
That man has died by my hands.
It was him or us.
There is that.
Where磀 you learn to kick like that?
Jackie Chan movies.
Looks like the Cocteau plan went up in smoke.
Rest in peace, Raymond Cocteau.
John Spartan, civilization as we know it will come to an end.
What will we do?
I don磘 know. But this is better for you.
What磗 that?
This is bad.
This is very bad.
He磗 accessed the cryo-prison and is about to defrost multi-lifers.
They don磘 like you.
Most of these guys don磘 like their mothers. They磖e bad boys.
How many are they?
All without rehab.
They磍l be re-animated within the hour.
We must stop this.
I磎 not at all pleased about having caused the fatality of a convict.
I now understand that under certain circumstances violence is necessary.
Good.
I hope you understand this.
I hope my butt didn磘 look like that.
Okay, who do we have left that磗 good?
Let磗 see...
...Foulks, Patrick.
Jeffrey Dahmer? I love that guy.
How long before the rest are done?
They磖e in the final stages of reanimation.
Great. Absolutely great.
Gentlemen!
Thank you, but your services are no longer required.
Send a maniac to catch a maniac.
Attention.
Cryo-prisoner defrosting re-animation sequence...
...now entering final stage.
Count down to reanimation of prisoner batches...
...290, 310, 480...
...570.
10 minutes.
-That磗 it. The very last one. -Excellent.
Accessed.
What the hell is that?
Didn磘 expect that, did you?!
Where磖e you going?
I wish you the best of luck.
Stupid.
How磗 it hanging?
I磎 sure you磖e familiar with the long arm of the law.
Why don磘 you struggle a little bit? Make me work for it!
What do you say? How about...
...a little target practice. What do you say?
Did that hurt your head?
Shit! Goddamn!
Fuck!
That磗 it!
You won磘 get out of this one!
I磍l drop you in that vat of defrost...
...and fry you like a chicken...
...or with my little pinky, drop your monkey ass--
I磍l be damned.
Shit! Goddamn!
What am I doing wrong?
Cryo-prisoner re-animation...
...sequence now entering final stage.
Is it cold in here, or is it just me?
Good memory.
Come here!
Shit!
I hate cops!
Look into my eyes. I磍l see you in hell.
Not.
This is the best day of my life.
Heads up!
Did you apprehend the villain responsible for murdering Cocteau?
I wouldn磘 say apprehend.
But he磗 a history.
And the cryo-prison...
...is history too.
What磍l we do?
How will we live?
We磍l go out drinking, get shit-faced and paint the town.
Graffiti slogans, it磍l be a blast.
This is what you磍l do.
You磍l get a little dirty...
...you, a lot clean.
And somewhere in the middle....
You磍l figure it out.
Fucking-A.
Well put.
Greetings and salutations.
I磎 Associate Bob. And may I say...
...it would be a pleasure to help you create a more humane--
Let磗 talk about the hair, okay?
Pick a color. And lose the kimono. You look like a couch.
What are you, a surgeon?
Thanks for rendering me unconscious.
I did it for your own good.
-We磖e supposed to be a team. -We are.
Oh, my.
Are all fluid transfer activities like this?
-Better. -Better?
Oh, my.
I think l磍l like the future.
Now that you磛e demolished everything.
But there磗 one thing I want to know.
How磗 that damn three seashell thing work?