Fatal Instinct Page #20

He brashly turns his back to her, putting some tools away.

She sees a huge electric powered SCREWDRIVER on the workbench

next to her, smiling diabolically. She lowers the gun.

LANA:

You're right.

(then, seductive)

Maybe I'll just screw you to death.

He laughs arrogantly... starts to unbutton his shirt.

FRANK:

Now you're talkin' baby.

EXT. THE GARAGE WINDOW - DAY

We see Lana's SILHOUETTE on the window as she raises the big

power screwdriver and turns it on. WHIRR-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R!

The CAMERA WHIPS AROUND and PUSHES IN TO...

LOLA:

watching the murder from her car. There is a... FLASH! Then

another! And another! We are...

INT. THE GARAGE - LATER

A POLICE PHOTOGRAPHER takes FLASH pictures of the crime scene.

The CORONER, COPS, FORENSIC MEN... all do their thing. Ned

and Arch amble in, looking around. Arch is eating Nachos.

FORENSIC MAN:

Watch your step, guys. There's a lot

of blood.

Throughout this scene, in the b.g., the milling COPS and

INVESTIGATORS slip on all the blood, as if on slick ice, and

fall out of frame, their arms and legs flailing helplessly!

One of the Coroner's INVESTIGATORS approaches Arch and Ned.

INVESTIGATOR:

Looks like a suicide. We found a

note.

He holds up a rolled piece of paper with a pair of tweezers.

Ned takes it, trying to unroll it.

INVESTIGATOR:

It was stuck up his nose.

Ned hands it off to Arch, who casually unrolls it. The

Investigator slips, arms waving, and falls out of frame.

ARCH:

(reading it)

"I can't take it anymore. I'm a

mediocre mechanic... and a lousy

lover."

NED:

He's sure got that right.

Arch gives Ned a very strange look. Ned feels his stare.

NED:

The "mechanic" part, I mean.

In the b.g., various COPS pair up to have their pictures

taken by the Police Crime Scene Photographer... posing,

grinning.

NED:

(stares at the body)

I don't know why, Arch, but I just

can't shake this crazy hunch it wasn't

suicide.

THE CAMERA MOVES

behind Ned on his line, revealing Frank... pinned to the

wall by the power screwdriver stuck in his back! It's still

running... vibrating with a GRINDING HUM.

Ned reaches out and turns the screwdriver OFF.

INT. NED'S HOUSE - DAY

Ned enters, pausing. He hears VOICES. He goes to the living

room. Lana and Lola turn to see him in the doorway. He is

shocked. Lana looks shaken. But Lola is cool... in control.

LANA:

Oh... uh, Ned... This is Lola, um...

NED:

(nervous, defensive)

Um? She told you her name was Um?

And what other lies did she tell

you? I've never seen this woman in

my life! Never followed her home!

Never had sex with her in the

refrigerator! It's all a sick

fantasy... and I deny everything!

He turns to Lola.

NED:

When will women like you learn, you

can't tear apart a perfectly good

marriage with your vicious lies...

Miss UMMMM!

LOLA:

Actually... it's Smith. Lola Smith.

I sell vacuum cleaners, Mr. Ravine.

The big powerful kind that suck up

everything in sight. I was just

telling your wife, if she wants to

get rid of all her dirt, she has to

be willing to pay the price.

She turns to Lana with a cold and contemptuous glare.

LOLA:

Let me know what you decide, Mrs.

Ravine. I'm sure we can work out a

convenient "payment" plan. A pleasure

meeting you... Ned.

Lola exits. As soon as the door closes, Lana whirls around

in a fury!... SMASHING a lamp! She SHRIEKS furiously!

LANA:

I... hate... SALESMEN!

He puts his arms around her, comforting.

NED:

I know it's been a tough ordeal...

with the trial and everything. Tell

you what... let's take a trip.

LANA:

A trip?

NED:

Yeah. Just the two of us.

LANA:

(darkly inspired)

I like that. Just you and me... all

alone. I'll start packing.

NED:

Great. Listen... I got something to

take care of. I'll be back in awhile.

He kisses her and exits. Lana turns to look up toward the

landing, a vengefully insane smile clouding her face.

INT. LOLA'S HOUSE - DUSK

A demanding KNOCK at the door. Lola hesitates at the door.

LOLA:

Who is it?

The door CRASHES OPEN! Ned is silhouetted in the doorway. He

looks really pissed! Lola turns and runs. Ned sprints after

her, leaping through the air... bringing her down with a

tackle!

NED:

I just want to talk.

LOLA:

Why didn't you say so?

Her foot shoots out, smashing him right in the face... WHAM!

She jumps up and scrambles away. Ned pursues her. She grabs

a bottle of scotch from the counter, spins around.

LOLA:

Would you like a drink?

She throws the bottle! He ducks and it shatters on the wall!

NED:

No thanks. I'm driving.

She whirls on one foot, nailing him in the head with a FLYING

SPIN KICK! He stumbles back, dazed. She grabs an ice pick.

LOLA:

Then let's get to the point!

Lola charges! Ned rolls onto his back, jamming both feet

into her stomach, heaving her up over him... thru the air!

She SLAMS into the wall!... then slowly turns... still cool

and collected. She raises a cigarette... lights it with the

ice pick "lighter."

LOLA:

So what's your problem, tough guy?

NED:

Stay away from my life, my wife, my

home and my pets! I'm taking Lana on

a vacation and when I come back, I

don't ever want to see your face

again!

He shoves her against the wall... the cigarette flying away.

LOLA:

(shocked)

A VACATION! She doesn't deserve a

VACATION! She's a brat! A bad girl!

She always was and always will be!

He grabs her by the shoulders, shaking her.

NED:

What are you talking about? You don't

know anything about Lana?

LOLA:

I know EVERYTHING!

NED:

(shakes her hard)

How do you know her? Who is she to

you? TELL ME!

She clams up. He slaps her.

NED:

Who is she!

LOLA:

She's your wife!

NED:

(slaps her again!)

Who is she!?

LOLA:

She's my sister!

NED:

(slaps her again)

Liar! Who is she?

LOLA:

She's your wife!

He raises his hand to slap her hard.

NED:

WHO IS SHE!

She SLAPS him!

LOLA:

She's my sister!

She continues to slap him... back and forth... repeating her

answers... "She's your wife"... "She's my sister!"... "Your

wife!"... "My sister!"... "Wife!"... "Sister!"

He reaches a boiling point, raising two fingers, preparing

to give her the Three Stooges "two-fingered eye poke." She

blocks it with her hand and shoves him away. Then, she

executes a perfect Three Stooges "wiggly-hand head slap",

telling him...

LOLA:

She's your wife... AND my sister!

Ned is stunned. MUSIC THUNDERS dramatically! Lana clicks the

stereo off. The MUSIC STOPS.

LOLA:

She was spoiled rotten! She stole

everything I ever had. Everything!

Including him.

NED:

Him? Who, him?

LOLA:

Dwayne. The boy's gym teacher. He

was older. So mature... so strong.

He smelled like dirty sweat socks

and old basketballs. And he was all

mine. For awhile.

(turning bitter)

But Lana wasn't satisfied with her

own things. She had to have mine

too. She took it all... my makeup,

my sweaters, my shoes, my underwear...

NED:

You wore the same clothes?

LOLA:

We were identical twins.

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