Cruel Intentions Page #9
SEBASTIAN:
Do you deny that there's an attraction
between us?
ANNETTE:
I don't... I don't want to answer that...
look we're friends.
SEBASTIAN:
You don't find me cute? Come on, look
at these muscles.
He flexes for her. She laughs.
ANNETTE:
I'm sorry, but you're not my type.
SEBASTIAN:
Fine. Friends it is. I can live with
that.
He extends his arms out for a hug. She moves in and hugs
him. Her smile turns to a look of horror.
ANNETTE:
You're naked.
SEBASTIAN:
It's my house.
She pushes him off her.
ANNETTE:
That's repulsive.
SEBASTIAN:
What's the big deal? We're friends.
Haven't you ever seen your friends
naked before?
Annette climbs out of the pool.
ANNETTE:
Get some manners.
She walks into the house.
SEBASTIAN:
Sorry, I didn't know you were peenaphobic.
She flips him the bird as she heads into the house.
SEBASTIAN (cont'd)
Oooooo, naughty naughty. Ten Hail
Mary's for you.
(beat)
Good night.
27 EXT. BLAINE'S HOUSE - NIGHT 27
Sebastian's Porsche is parked outside.
28 INT. BLAINE'S HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT 28
Sebastian presses his ear to the door.
GREG (O.S.)
(moaning)
Oh baby... oh baby...
SEBASTIAN:
Baby?
(checks his watch)
Right on time.
29 INT. BLAINE'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT 29
GREG McCONNELL, All-American star football player for
Oakwood prep is busy getting his cock sucked by Blaine,
who lies under the covers.
GREG:
(near orgasm)
Oh God... Oh God, I'm gonna cum. I'm
gonna cum... I'm gonna...
The door swings open and Sebastian enters.
SEBASTIAN:
Hey Blaine, did I leave my... holy
sh*t.
GREG:
Jesus!
Greg throws the covers over his face. Sebastian smiles
and sits. He lights a cigarette. No movement from under
the covers.
SEBASTIAN:
Greg, is that you under the covers?
GREG:
(from under the covers)
Get out of here.
Sebastian stands YANKS the covers off the bed, revealing
Greg and Blaine.
SEBASTIAN:
Whoa!
GREG:
I told you to lock the door.
BLAINE:
I thought I did.
GREG:
Look Valmont. This was the first time
I've ever done something like this. I
was --
SEBASTIAN:
(apathetic)
-- really drunk and blah blah blah
blah blah.
GREG:
Please don't tell anyone. This could
ruin my career.
SEBASTIAN:
Your career? What about your family?
Can you imagine the humiliation your
father's going to feel when he finds
out his pride and joy is a fudge-
packer.
BLAINE:
Hey hey hey. Careful Valmont, he's
not a fudge packer. Cum chugger yes
but not a fudge packer.
GREG:
(to Sebastian)
Please. I'm begging you. I'll do
anything. Let's just forget the whole
thing.
SEBASTIAN:
Hmmmmmmm... nah. I can't help you
there. It's too good to pass up.
Greg starts to cry.
SEBASTIAN (cont'd)
After all, it is you who's bad-
mouthing me to Annette Harrison.
GREG:
Annette Harrison? I don't know what
you're talking about.
SEBASTIAN:
Come on Greg. You're the only one who
knows her. The truth will save you.
GREG:
(sobbing)
I swear on my life, I never said a
word to her about you.
BLAINE:
I think he's telling the truth
Valmont. Greg couldn't write a
grocery list let alone a letter.
SEBASTIAN:
Alright, I believe you. Stop crying.
Your secret's safe with me.
Greg wipes his eyes.
SEBASTIAN (cont'd)
However, this whole incident's kind of
turned me on.
Sebastian unzips his fly.
SEBASTIAN (cont'd)
You get my point.
Greg, completely defeated, crawls off the bed and over to
Sebastian. Blaine shakes his head and smiles.
Greg places his hand on Sebastian's thigh when -
SEBASTIAN (cont'd)
Jesus Christ, I was only kidding.
What do you think, I'm gay? My God,
haven't you had enough for tonight.
BLAINE:
Our boy just can't get enough dick.
GREG:
You sick son of a b*tch.
Blaine and Sebastian laugh.
SEBASTIAN:
I'll leave you guys alone.
(macho voice)
Score one for the team, Greg.
Sebastian leaves the room, then re-enters.
SEBASTIAN (cont'd)
something you can do for me.
30 EXT. ESTATE - ROAD - DAY 30
Annette jogs up a dirt road on her morning run. THIRTY
YARDS BEHIND HER - a golf cart drives off a meadow and
lands on the road. Sebastian is driving.
Annette looks back and scowls. Sebastian catches up to
her.
SEBASTIAN:
Need a lift?
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