Cruel Intentions

1 EXT. MANHATTAN SKYLINE - DAY 1

We circle around the island of Manhattan moving closer and

closer till we're looking down on Fifth Avenue. As the

melody continues to play we MOVE towards a building and ZOOM

into a window.

2 INT. THERAPIST'S OFFICE - DAY 2

A fifty-year old female therapist (DR. GREENBAUM) sits at

her desk, frowning as she takes notes. Books of Jung and

Freud line the shelves.

A young man (SEBASTIAN VALMONT) sits in a chair in front

of her looking impatient.

The therapist continues to write notes.

DR. GREENBAUM

Jesus. We've been at this for six

months.

SEBASTIAN:

I know.

DR. GREENBAUM

And you haven't made an ounce of

progress.

SEBASTIAN:

I know.

Sebastian takes out a cigarette.

DR. GREENBAUM

(not looking up)

There's no smoking in my office.

Sebastian sneers at her then puts the cigarette away. Dr.

Greenbaum finishes her notes and looks up at him, shaking

her head.

SEBASTIAN:

What do you want me to say? That I'm

supposed to feel remorse because I act

the way I do? The truth is I don't.

Dr. Greenbaum shakes her head and takes notes.

SEBASTIAN (cont'd)

Look, I'm not like all the other kids

in high school. I don't care about book

reports and extra-credit. Teachers

are idiots anyway. The only challenge

out there for me is women. You see a

girl you like. You pursue them. You

conquer. You move on. It's exciting.

DR. GREENBAUM

But you said you have the worst

reputation.

SEBASTIAN:

I do.

DR. GREENBAUM

Don't you want to change that?

SEBASTIAN:

Let me tell you something, doctor.

Chicks love a guy with a bad rap.

They say they don't, but they don't

mean it. They all think that they're

the ones that are going to "save me."

The trick is to let them think it's

true.

DR. GREENBAUM

I think that's all the time we have

for today.

SEBASTIAN:

Same time next week?

DR. GREENBAUM

No. This is going to be our last

session.

SEBASTIAN:

Why? I like spending time with you.

You know, you're quite attractive for

a woman your age. You have killer legs.

Killer.

DR. GREENBAUM

This isn't a joke. Your parents spend a

lot of money to send you here. I'm

trying to help you.

SEBASTIAN:

Don't be insecure, Doc. You're a big

help.

Sebastian picks up a book of Freud.

SEBASTIAN (cont'd)

He was a coke addict, you know.

DR. GREENBAUM

You think you can come in here with that

cute little smirk on your face and try

and flirt with me. It doesn't work,

Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN:

It works a little.

DR. GREENBAUM

No it doesn't. I see right through you.

SEBASTIAN:

You do?

DR. GREENBAUM

I hope for your sake you grow out of

this immature phase. It's going to get

you into trouble.

SEBASTIAN:

Well, you don't have to get nasty about

it.

Sebastian approaches a photo on her desk and picks it up.

DR. GREENBAUM

My daughter, Rachel.

SEBASTIAN:

Yummy.

DR. GREENBAUM

Don't even think about it. Rachel is an

exceptionally well rounded young

woman, who happens to be attending

Princeton this fall. She's way too

smart to fall for your line of b.s.

SEBASTIAN:

Really? Care to make a wager on that?

DR. GREENBAUM

Good luck, Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN:

What, nervous I'm going to win?

DR. GREENBAUM

Would you please leave.

Sebastian puts on his glasses and leaves.

DR. GREENBAUM (cont'd)

A**hole.

The doctor stews for a moment, then reaches into her

desk, sifts through some papers where she finds a pack of

Benson & Hedges and lights one up. She looks at the photo

of her daughter, then hits the speaker phone and dials.

DR. GREENBAUM (cont'd)

Rachel, it's mom.

INTERCUT WITH:

3 INT. RACHEL'S BEDROOM - DAY 3

RACHEL, Doctor Greenbaum's daughter sits at her desk,

crying while holding the phone.

RACHEL:

Hi, mom.

DR. GREENBAUM

Honey, is something wrong?

Rachel cries for a moment.

RACHEL:

He told me he loved me and I believed

him.

DR. GREENBAUM

Who told you?

RACHEL:

You don't know him. I'm so stupid.

She continues to cry.

DR. GREENBAUM

Alright honey, just calm down, take a deep

breath, and step out of the circle.

RACHEL:

Would you cut the psycho babble bullshit,

mom. There's pictures of me on the internet.

WE PAN OVER TO HER COMPUTER CONSOLE. CLOSE ON: COMPUTER

MONITOR - A nudie web-sight. The title reads "Ivy League

Bound." Beneath the caption is a photo of Rachel tied to

a bed and smiling with a Princeton banner covering her

privates.

DR. GREENBAUM

What kind of pictures?

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