Cruel Intentions Page #12

SEBASTIAN:

How was your date?

ANNETTE:

It wasn't a date. He's just a friend.

There's a moment of uncomfortable silence.

SEBASTIAN:

Well, I was just calling to tell you

I was thinking about you and I miss

you. I'll let you go.

ANNETTE:

Wait, don't hang up.

SEBASTIAN:

Okay?

ANNETTE:

What are you doing?

SEBASTIAN:

Reading.

He crosses over to his circular bed where two scantily clad

twins (GRETCHEN & MORA) are licking popsicles.

ANNETTE:

What are you reading?

SEBASTIAN:

Of Human Bondage.

ANNETTE:

Somerset Maugham.

SEBASTIAN:

Yeah, it's pretty relevant considering

my situation.

ANNETTE:

You're not gonna start that again.

He takes out a bottle of baby oil and pours it on the

girls' butts.

SEBASTIAN:

No. I'm through with my childish

games when it comes to you. Hold on,

that's my other line.

(to the girls)

Rub.

They rub the oil on each other then turn to him and

smile. He clicks the phone back on.

SEBASTIAN (cont'd)

Annette that's my mom calling. Can I

call you tomorrow?

ANNETTE:

Sure. Have a good night.

SEBASTIAN:

I will.

BACK TO:

38 INT. VALMONT TOWNHOUSE - SEBASTIAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 38

GRETCHEN:

Of Human Bondage. You're such a

bullshit artist.

SEBASTIAN:

Shut up, Gretchen. You don't even

know what it is.

GRETCHEN:

Duh, it's a book.

SEBASTIAN:

Do you know what it's about?

MORA:

Who cares. Books are for fags.

SEBASTIAN:

Books are for fags. I weep for the

future.

39 EXT. BOUTIQUE - DAY 39

Establishing shot.

40 INT. BOUTIQUE - DAY 40

A SALESWOMAN approaches Kathryn who's checking out an

assortment of fur coats. The saleswoman holds up a

beautiful dress.

SALESWOMAN:

Here's something you might like.

Kathryn examines the label.

KATHRYN:

Do you carry any real fur?

SALESWOMAN:

No. All our fur is faux.

KATHRYN:

Of course. The animals. How silly of

me.

The saleswoman smiles, then walks away. Kathryn sneers

then looks over at a small child, staring at her.

KATHRYN (cont'd)

(mouthing the words)

F*** off.

She "shoos" the child away, when Mrs. Caldwell

approaches.

MRS. CALDWELL

I got your message and came as quick

as I could.

KATHRYN:

I hope I didn't keep you from

something.

MRS. CALDWELL

Not at all. What's wrong?

KATHRYN:

It's Cecile.

MRS. CALDWELL

What about her?

KATHRYN:

Well... you promise you won't say

anything to her. We've developed a

friendship and...

MRS. CALDWELL

Kathryn, you have my word. It isn't

drugs is it?

KATHRYN:

It's worse. I think there's something

going on between Cecile and her music

teacher.

MRS. CALDWELL

Ronald? That's crazy.

KATHRYN:

I know. She's so young and he's so -

MRS. CALDWELL

Black.

Kathryn reacts to her remark.

KATHRYN:

He's been sending her love letters that

she hides under her doll house. I

questioned whether or not to tell you,

but something like this could destroy

her reputation at Oakwood and I don't

want to see her get hurt.

Kathryn picks out an expensive suit and approaches the sales

counter.

KATHRYN (cont'd)

I hope I did the right thing in telling

you. I'd hate to see Cecile ruin things

with Court.

MRS. CALDWELL

I can't thank you enough.

KATHRYN:

You will be discreet about this?

MRS. CALDWELL

Absolutely.

SALESWOMAN:

Will that be cash or charge?

Kathryn looks through her purse.

KATHRYN:

Oh poo. I left my credit cards at home.

Mrs. Caldwell takes out her purse.

MRS. CALDWELL

Let me get that for you.

KATHRYN:

Oh please. I can't have you do that.

MRS. CALDWELL

It's the least I can do.

Mrs. Caldwell hands the credit card to the saleswoman.

Kathryn turns to Mrs. Caldwell.

KATHRYN:

Thank you.

41 INT. CALDWELL APARTMENT - STUDY - DAY 41

Ronald gives Cecile a cello lesson when Mrs. Caldwell

bursts into the room.

MRS. CALDWELL

Who the hell do you think you are?!

RONALD:

Excuse me.

MRS. CALDWELL

I'm paying you to give cello lessons.

Not to pervert my child.

RONALD:

Mrs. Caldwell I think you're

misunderstanding something.

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