Wild Things Page #6

SANDRA:

The nerve of some people.

EXT. VAN RYAN ESTATE - DAY

The SHOTGUN BLASTS away. Kelly pauses to reload. She catches

sight of...

Sandra, approaching from the main house.

SANDRA:

You seem to find guns therapeutic.

Maybe I oughta try it.

Kelly lets the gun's barrel drift over Sandra, then turns to walk

away. She moves toward the guest house. A used-brick cottage

tucked among the gnarled branches and roots of a huge banyan

tree. Sandra follows.

SANDRA (CONT'D)

Let me guess, some boy didn't call and

screwed up the weekend. So you're

taking the day off.

Kelly looks toward the main house, in time to see...

Frankie walk from the bedroom and dive into the pool.

KELLY:

Which one of your "bodyguards" is that?

SANDRA:

Whichever one I want.

Kelly turns away, starts for the guest house once more.

INT. GUEST HOUSE - DAY

PAN to REVEAL room -- the gun case, the animal trophies, the

photos -- One of a stately old gentleman in an elaborate wicker

chair, a cane at his side, a bowler on his knee. Others of Kelly

and a handsome middle-aged man in safari gear, posing with their

rifles above slain wildebeests and bison.

Sandra and Kelly ENTER. Kelly puts down the shotgun, turns,

tears in her eyes.

SANDRA:

Okay, what's the matter?

KELLY:

You notice my new jumper?

Kelly does a three-sixty, like a model on a runway.

KELLY (CONT'D)

My friends buy me clothes, so I don't

look like trash.

SANDRA:

I would hardly say you look like trash.

KELLY:

No thanks to you.

She sits on the bed. Sandra moves to stand over her, angry now.

SANDRA:

Come off of it.

(a beat)

You run with all these little trust fund

brats... They think money grows on

trees. It doesn't. Believe me. And a

lot of your little friends are gonna

learn that one the hard way.

(beat)

I'm trying to spare you that.

Kelly goes to one shoulder on the bed, sobbing now. Her mother

continues to stand over her, suddenly more perplexed than angry.

SANDRA (CONT'D)

Kelly. What is it?

KELLY:

I miss Dad.

SANDRA:

Jesus.

(a long beat)

Well, I do too, sometimes...

KELLY:

No you don't.

SANDRA:

He didn't have to kill himself, Kelly.

He could have gone out and gotten a job.

Christ, he could've found another rich

woman... He never had a problem tucking

my friends when we were married.

She pauses as Kelly cries all the harder.

SANDRA (CONT'D)

I don't know why he did it. I really

don't...

Her voice trails away, as meanwhile Kelly has drawn herself up

into a fetal position on the bed. The sobbing has stopped but

her shoulders continue to shake. Sandra sits on the edge of the

bed, reaches over to rub Kelly's back.

SANDRA (CONT'D)

Can I get you anything?

Kelly shakes her head, no.

Her mother looks at her, clearly at a loss. At last she stands.

She is headed out of the room when Kelly says something, but the

words are indistinct, as her fists are pressed against her mouth.

SANDRA:

What, honey? I can't hear you.

There is a long beat as Kelly collects herself. She stares at

the wall, her eyes filled with tears, but when she speaks she

enunciates each word.

KELLY:

I said. I was raped.

Sandra looks as if she has been struck.

SANDRA:

What?

KELLY:

I was raped.

(a long beat)

By Sam Lombardo.

Sandra moves over to the bed, sits once more.

SANDRA:

He... Sam Lombardo?

KELLY:

Yes. God, Mom...

Kelly begins to cry. Sandra pulls her upright, cradling her in

her arms, eyes on fire.

EXT. BLUE BAY POLICE STATION - DAY

An old Spanish-style building sits before a neat square of grass.

SANDRA (V.O.)

My daughter does not get raped in Blue

Bay!

INT. STATION HOUSE - INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY

Sandra slams a fist on the conference table.

Kelly is seated between her mother and her mother's attorney, TOM

BAXTER. Baxter sports an Italian suit and a lethal Alexander

Haig look.

Seated across from these three are Ray, Gloria and BRYCE HUNTER,

the local D.A.

Silence follows Sandra's outburst. Baxter reaches to squeeze

Sandra's shoulder. Kelly puts her face in her hands.

RAY:

(in a quiet voice)

You're saying that Kelly was raped by

Sam Lombardo.

SANDRA:

That's right.

Ray and Gloria exchange looks. Gloria in particular looks

slightly stunned.

GLORIA:

The guidance counselor at Blue Bay?

SANDRA:

(sarcastically)

The guidance counselor at Blue Bay.

GLORIA:

We understand your feelings, Ms. Van

Ryan. But please, we'd like some time

with Kelly. We'd like to take her

statement alone.

Baxter nods, yes. Sandra looks at Kelly.

SANDRA:

Are you okay for this?

Kelly nods.

SANDRA (CONT'D)

The man must be insane to think he can

do this to me...

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