Fatal Instinct Page #2

Several MEN are at the urinals. Milo, still wearing the panty

hose over his head, washes his face at the sink. He looks

up, sees Ned enter. Ned sees Milo... reacts, pulling the

frankfurter out of his pocket and pointing it.

NED:

Hold it right there, Milo!

The Men turn, seeing Ned pointing the frankfurter.

RESTROOM PATRON:

Look out! He's got a weenie!

Milo bolts, slamming into Ned, knocking him back through the

door of a stall, into the lap of the MAN inside.

EXT. MEN'S ROOM - NIGHT

Milo bursts out, colliding with Arch. They both go down in a

flurry of Nacho chips and cheese. Arch helps Milo to his

feet, apologizing profusely... picking up the gun that Milo

dropped, handing it back to him. Milo sprints off down the

pier.

A beat later, Ned bursts out the door... dashing after Milo.

ANGLE - ALONG THE PIER

Milo runs frantically, knocking people aside! He ducks into...

INT. BUMPER CAR PAVILION - NIGHT

...and drags a FLUSTERED MAN out of a bumper car, jumps in,

and speeds away!

A beat later, Ned runs up, followed by Arch. Ned flashes his

badge at a FRECKLE-FACED KID in one of the bumper cars.

NED:

Police emergency! I need your car!

He pulls the kid out, jumps in, slaps a portable FLASHING

RED LIGHT on the dashboard... then speeds off after Milo, a

SIREN WAILING! He zig-zags through the crush of other bumper

cars in the pavilion.

Ned's bumper car catches up with Milo, pulling alongside.

Milo turns the wheel, RAMMING Ned! Ned RAMS him back, both

bumper cars swerving violently... spraying SPARKS!

Ned SLAMS Milo's car again! Milo loses control, spins out

and SMASHES into the pavillion railing!

Ned swerves to avoid a collision, but RAMS into two other

bumper cars, wrenching to a grinding halt. A BEAT. The AIRBAG

inflates in his bumper car.

Arch runs up as Ned pulls himself from the wreckage. They

turn to see Milo leap from his mangled bumper car, leap over

the pavillion railing and dash down the pier and into an

alley between two buildings. A sign on the building says:

DEAD END ALLEY.

Ned and Arch eye each other, shake their heads, and follow

after Milo.

OMIT:

Sequence omitted from original script.

IN THE ALLEY:

Milo runs into a tall chain link fence at the end of the

alley and scrambles up the wire mesh. Suddenly, Ned's hand

shoots out, grabs Milo's ankle, yanking him down hard.

Milo jumps to his feet, swinging at Ned, who catches Milo's

fist with his hand, stopping it cold... neatly snapping a

handcuff on his wrist. He shoves Milo's arm against the fence

and snaps the other cuff to the chainlink.

A SWITCHBLADE flashes out of Milo's other hand with a sharp

CLICK! Milo slashes the blade at Ned, just missing his face.

On the backswing, Ned parries with his own switchblade and

flips Milo's knife away.

Milo pulls a .45 Calibre REVOLVER with his free hand! Ned

shoves his finger into the end of the barrel. Milo looks

surprised... then sneers, clicking the hammer back.

NED:

You take science in high school,

Milo?

MILO:

I skipped high school, cop!

NED:

Then you're probably not familiar

with the theory of inverse

proportionate explosive dynamics.

MILO:

What about it?

NED:

If you fire a weapon with the barrel

obstructed, the explosive force

multiplies by twenty-three point

five nine eight and reverses on itself

with diametric polarity?

MILO:

Yeah. So?

NED:

The gun will blow up in your hand...

and it won't even scorch my pinkie.

MILO:

Ha! That's just theoretical

hypothesis. Inverse proportionate

explosive dynamics has never been

demonstrated conclusively in a

laboratory environment.

NED:

Oh yeah. Then pull the trigger, smart

guy. Let's find out.

Milo hesitates, unsure. Finally, he releases the gun. Ned

raises it up on the end of his finger. Arch pulls it off

with a loud POP!

Ned cuffs Milo's hands behind him... spins him around.

NED:

You have the right to remain silent...

next... if you waive that right,

anything you say... next...

REVEAL ARCH:

holding up a series of "cue cards"... as Ned reads from them.

NED:

...may be used against you in a court

of law... next... You have the right

to an attorney... Do you have an

attorney?

MILO:

Nahhhh!

NED:

Then today's your lucky day...

He flips out a business card, handing it to Milo.

ANGLE - THE BUSINESS CARD

It reads... "Ned Ravine - Defense Attorney"

EXT. NED'S HOUSE - DAWN

Large. Expensive. Impressive. The name on the mailbox reads

"Ned and Lana Ravine."

We begin to HEAR the O.S. SOUND of passionate lovemaking!

OMIT:

Sequence omitted from original script.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HOUSE - DAWN

The CAMERA MOVES up the stairs, into the bedroom. Still O.S.,

we hear more heavy breathing... urgent whispers... lust...

passion... squeaky bedsprings!

A trail of clothes is scattered before us on the way to the

bed... shoes, a dress, slip, bra, nylons, panties... greasy

coveralls with a "Frank Kelbo - Mobile Mechanic" namepatch,

dirty work boots, a wrench and a gigantic grease gun...

The bed shakes violently. A female VOICE calls the shots as

various tools drop to the floor.

LANA (O.S.)

Oh yes, Frank! Adjust the stroke by

ten percent! That's it.

(CLUNK! A wrench)

Now tweak my points. Oh yes, oh yes!

(THUNK! Pliers)

You got it! Stabilize your ball joints

and grind my rear differential!

(CLINK! Screwdriver)

Now accelerate! Floor it! Lay rubber,

baby! VRRROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!

A beat. The LIGHT clicks ON. LANA; a sexy redhead with a

cool, manipulative edge, and FRANK; a slick, smarmy Lothario,

lay under the sheets, panting, glistening with sweat.

Lana reaches for a pack of "Fatal 100's" on the bedside table.

LANA:

Not bad for an auto mechanic...

FRANK:

(grins, cocky)

Yeah, well you're not so bad

yourself... for a lawyer's wife...

LANA:

Better watch your tongue, sweetie,

or I'll have my husband arrest you.

FRANK:

Busy man. Cop and a lawyer. When

does he ever find time for you?

She lights a cigarette... exhales a soft, gloomy cloud.

LANA:

He doesn't. That's why I need you to

keep my engine tuned, Frank. Why

drive a jalopy when you can have a

hot rod?

FRANK:

Maybe you should trade him in on a

new model.

LANA:

I would... if I could make any money

on the deal.

FRANK:

(reaches for her)

Want to go for another test drive?

The SOUND of an automobile engine outside. Lana stops him.

LANA:

Pull over and park it, Frank. I'm

still under warranty.

EXT. NED'S HOUSE - MORNING

Ned glances at the white van parked in the driveway, then

takes note of his wife's silver Mercedes... sitting on floor

jacks, the hood raised, tools spread out around it.

INT. HOUSE - THE KITCHEN - MORNING

Ned enters. Lana wears a diaphanous dressing gown, buttoned

unevenly, hair disheveled. She smokes a cigarette.

NED:

Morning sweetheart.

Ned kisses her on the back of the neck as he passes through

the kitchen on his way to the dining room. She reacts with

bored, contemptuous disinterest, picking up the coffee pot.

LANA:

Uh huh. Want some coffee?

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