...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?
Can you book me a flight out of 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 cryo-prison system?
I don't 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't 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't know. "Thanks"?
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's nothing I can do.
Yes, call for backup. I'll be across the street.
Where're you going?
Bad guys about to do bad things. It's just one of those hunches.
Go for the truck!
The food's there!
Grab the big box! Move!
You'll regret this all your life. Both seconds of it.
Good night!
Get him!
What a fucking hero. Come on.
Please, don't.
What the hell?!
Such reckless abandonment.
Looks like there is a new shepherd in town.
That's "sheriff." Who are those guys?
They're known as scraps.
Outcasts and deserters who choose to live...
...in sewers and abandoned tunnels.
They're a constant irritation to our harmony.
They're 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're better live than on laser disk.
The way you paused to make a witticism before doing battle...
...with that Scrap...
This isn't the Wild West, okay?
The Wild West wasn't even the Wild West.
Hurting people isn't good.
Sometimes it is, but not...
...when it's people looking for food.
San Angeles time is now 22:15.
Coding off.
Auto-drive.
Auto-drive engaged.
I'm 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're the moody-gunslinger-who- will-only-draw-when-he-must type.
Stop.
What?
I just do my job and things get...
Demolished.
I think of my daughter growing up in a place like this.
I'm afraid she'll think I'm a primitive.
As much as I want to see her, I almost don't want to.
Because I don't think I'll fit in well.
Not at all.
It'd be a misuse of police powers, but I can do a search for you.
Sorry.
Subject change. I got what you wanted.
Great.
What's that for?
It's one of those cop hunches.
Lights.
I've changed that.
Illuminate.
Deluminate.
Isn't that nicer?
Go ahead, you try.
Illuminate.
Raymond, Raymond, we've 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't even know what that means.
But I've 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'm going to do your dastardly deed for you.
But it'll be more difficult than you thought.
I'm going to need some help.
I'll need about five or six more "special" men.
I happen to have a list.
I wouldn't want you to defrost any of those killer types, know what I mean?
And none of those motherfuckers from New York. They're too uptight.
So you're going to be the only killer type?
Fine.
Do it.
Just get it over with.
You're more trouble than you're worth.
Oh, Raymond, don't 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'll bear it in mind.
- Good, I'll 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 I'll stuff him back in the freezer.
Think of him as a guarantee.
A guarantee?
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.
Is this where you live?
Very not bad.
Thank you.
Where will I be staying?
I've 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's very...
Isn't it?
John Spartan...
There's 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...
...I was wondering if you'd like to have sex?
With you?
Here?
Now?
Great!
I'll be right back.
Love boat?
Here.
Now, just relax. We'll begin in a few seconds.
Begin what?
Having sex, of course.
You broke contact.
Contact? I didn't 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's do it the old-fashioned way.
Disgusting!
You mean...
...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's 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's condoned.
Kissing's 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're 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.
"He doesn't know how to use the three sea shells."
Happy Halloween.
"Behavioral engineering"?
Hi, Marty, I was thinking... Oh, my God, I'm 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've thrown my aim off. Don't worry.
The next shot.
I don't think so.
No kiss-kiss, no bang-bang.
I'm sorry about last night.
This is for you.
For me?
Thank you.
I'll drive.
I must learn to do this sometime.
Thanks for the gift.
I don't know what's 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's 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'm a seamstress?
That's great.
I come out of cryo-prison and I'm 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'm a seamstress. - Access code for Simon Phoenix.
Access Simon Phoenix.
Accessing.
Access denied.
- What? - Security override.
It 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 a mistake. - Survival Tactics.
Terrorism Tactics. Weapons Training. Martial Arts. MurderDeathKill.
Explosives technician. Violent Behavior.
- This isn't a rehab program. - No kidding.
This would create a monster.
Who develops these programs?
Cocteau Industries.
But why would the benevolent...
...Dr. Cocteau send such a brute savage into our midst?
Good question. Let's go ask him.
You do not accuse our savior of being connected with a...
...multi-murderer like Phoenix. It's...
...rude.
I'll be subtle.
I'm 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's rehab to turn him into a terrorist.
And I don't think his escape was an accident.
Very subtle.
Outside the museum, why didn't he kill you?
What did you say?
I don't 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 91/2 seconds longer than you get.
Not everyone is as eager as you...
...to resort to violence to solve life's difficulties.
I wonder if the chaos in the museum was the result of Mr. Phoenix's presence.
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?
No, I didn't think so.
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 cryo-stasis immediately.
Be well.
Be fucked.
You are fined one credit...
Greetings, Citizen. How are you on this glorious day?
I'll wait here.
Let's go.
- I don't know. - I do know. Turn that thing on.
I hope you know what you're doing.
You're asking me to disobey a direct order.
I'm to escort you to the cryo-prison.
I must get that maniac and put him on ice or that's where I'll be.
- Enhance your calm. - I've had it with enhancing my calm.
I'll enhance that psycho's calm. Then I'll turn my attention to Cocteau.
You don't have to come with me. I'll 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't work because Phoenix was in a place...
...you can't monitor...
...afraid to go and don't 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'm with you.
Let's go blow this guy.
Away.
Blow this guy away.
Whatever.
She has a way with words.
What's wrong?
It's not very clean.
A real garden spot.
Okay, which way?
Over there.
Okay, be ready for anything.
"My dog's better than your dog
"My dog's better than yours
"My dog's better 'cause he gets Kennel-Ration"
I'm sorry, when I'm nervous, I...
Sorry.
Over here.
What's that emanation?
Come on.
Relax. I just want a burger and a beer.
How will I pay?
It's better to give.
Want a slug?
No, thank you.
I think I'll be sick.
Oh, God.
It's fantastic. You must try one.
Don't ask where the meat comes from.
What do you mean?
See any cows around here?
Rat?
This is a rat burger?
Not bad.
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.
Do you know what this is?
A 1970 Oldsmobile 442.
With a 455-cubic-inch engine.
Radial tires and bucket seats.
I'm impressed.
I studied.
So did I. Hand over the glow-rod.
Your friends too. Come on.
You got balls, coming down here.
We're looking for a MurderDeathKiller.
Can you help us or just bully us with your primitive weapons?
Maybe they're not primitive.
Think you're taking me in?
Guess what?
Not happening.
Tell Cocteau he can kiss my ass. That's right.
It'll take an army to get rid of me.
I don't give a shit. I got nothing to lose.
I don't know who the hell you are, let alone want to take you anywhere.
So stay here, be well and Cocteau's an asshole!
Let's dump them up top. They're only here to spy on us.
Wait a minute.
You're the guy outside Taco Bell.
What do you want?
You weren't part of the Cocteau plan.
Greed, deception, abuse of power. That's no plan.
- That's why you're here? - That's right.
See...
According to Cocteau's plan...
...l'm an enemy because I like to think.
I like to read.
I'm into freedom of speech and choice.
I like to sit in a greasy spoon...
...and think, "Should I have steak or barbecued ribs with gravy fries?"
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 "Playboy" magazine because I might need to.
I've seen the future.
It's a 47-year-old virgin...
...drinking a banana-broccoli shake and singing "I'm a wiener."
Up top, you live Cocteau's way.
What he wants, when he wants, how he wants.
Your other choice: Come here.
Maybe starve to death.
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 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's review.
It's 2032.
That's 2-0-3-2. As in the 21st century.
And I'm 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's 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's bring back the good old days!
Are you with me?
Are you with me? Let's 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'm impressed, John Spartan.
They thawed him out just to kill me?
- I'm flattered. - Don't be flattered. Be frightened.
This guy's a certifiable nightmare.
That's why you're here?
I must have done something right in the previous life.
Can't imagine what that could have been.
Two for the price of one.
Let's take them.
Stay down!
I'll be damned. Like a New York cockroach.
Everything's wrong.
There's an elevator shaft at the top.
So we're going up?
Momentito, Senorita Huxley. Come on.
How nice! Must've been expecting me.
Now what?
Buckle up.
There he is! In my car!
I'll be goddamned.
What's happening to cops today?
Don't you know you are endangering civilians?
Auto-inflate!
Auto-inflate.
That was lovely.
Huxley, drive!
Okay, I've 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 Haagen-Dazs!
I went to jail with a 36-year smile.
You're 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's the securefoam. It saved your life.
Look at you, you're in shambles.
I can fix it later. All I need is a needle and thread.
Did I really say that?
You caveman, you're under arrest!
Return to the cryo-prison. Immediately!
I heard all that. We'll 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're Pancho Villa?
Who?
Never mind.
Time to take a stand.
Good. While you're doing it, loan me a gun. Two guns.
You'd use these weapons against men and women who uphold the law?
We use these weapons to shop for groceries, dick.
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.
Take this job...
...and shovel it.
Close enough.
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.
But this time they're really intimidated.
Now...
...l'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.
People have a right to be assholes.
You remind me of...
...an evil Mr. Rogers.
Will you please kill him?
He's pissing me off.
Put another log on the fire!
I'll love running this place!
Well, now...
...what shall I do with you?
I am an excellent associate, sir.
I'd be delighted to continue my services with your administration.
Maybe we'd use...
Excuse me, the police are here.
Oh, man!
What the hell are you doing?!
I'm impressed.
That man has died by my hands.
It was him or us.
There is that.
Where'd 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't know. But this is better for you.
What's that?
This is bad.
This is very bad.
He's accessed the cryo-prison and is about to defrost multi-lifers.
They don't like you.
Most of these guys don't like their mothers. They're bad boys.
How many are they?
Eighty.
All without rehab.
They'll be re-animated within the hour.
We must stop this.
I'm 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't look like that.
Okay, who do we have left that's good?
Let's see...
...Foulks, Patrick.
Jeffrey Dahmer? I love that guy.
How long before the rest are done?
They're 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's it. The very last one. - Excellent.
Accessed.
What the hell is that?
Didn't expect that, did you?!
Where're you going?
I wish you the best of luck.
Stupid.
How's it hanging?
I'm sure you're familiar with the long arm of the law.
Why don't 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's it!
You won't get out of this one!
I'll drop you in that vat of defrost...
...and fry you like a chicken...
...or with my little pinky, drop your monkey ass...
I'll 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'll 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't say apprehend.
But he's a history.
And the cryo-prison...
...is history too.
What'll we do?
How will we live?
We'll go out drinking, get shit-faced and paint the town.
Graffiti slogans, it'll be a blast.
This is what you'll do.
You'll get a little dirty...
...you, a lot clean.
And somewhere in the middle...
You'll figure it out.
Fucking-A.
Well put.
Greetings and salutations.
I'm Associate Bob. And may I say...
...it would be a pleasure to help you create a more humane...
Let's 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're supposed to be a team. - We are.
Oh, my.
Are all fluid transfer activities like this?
- Better. - Better?
Oh, my.
I think I'll like the future.
Now that you've demolished everything.
But there's one thing I want to know.