Fatal Instinct Page #8

Ned enters, sees Lola sitting on a stool at the bar, one leg

crossed provocatively over the other. A beer can is stuck to

the gum on the bottom of her shoe. It falls off with a CLUNK.

He sits on the stool next to her. She looks at him, smiles.

NED:

Oh yeah, before I forget... you asked

me to take care of this.

He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a LIT CIGARETTE.

It has a very long ash.

LOLA:

Thanks...

She takes it... inhales a drag, then lets the smoke flow out

through her smile. It flows out for a loooooooooong time!

More smoke than she could ever have inhaled. Then...

NED:

You smoke too much.

(looks around, then)

It's hot tonight.

LOLA:

Is it? I never know. My body heat

runs about twenty degrees above

normal.

He notices the drink in her hand is BOILING. A saxophone

begins to softly wail Lola's Theme. Ned looks over to see a

QUARTET, featuring Dizzy on sax. The GUITARIST spontaneously

bursts into FLAME! A FIREMAN, in full gear, jumps up from

the bar and puts out the blaze with a fire extinguisher.

None of the band members miss a beat.

NED:

Maybe we should look for a cooler

place.

LOLA:

I doubt we'll find one. Even the

wind chimes on my porch aren't moving

much these days. They keep thudding

softly, like dairy cows bumping butts

in the night. I go out there expecting

to find a cool breeze... but it's

just a lot of hot air.

Ned glances at the MALE CUSTOMERS... sitting at the bar across

from them. They're staring coldly at Ned.

NED:

What're they lookin' at?

LOLA:

A lot of them have tried that seat.

You're the first one's lasted this

long.

NED:

I feel honored.

LOLA:

Don't. It's broken.

A beat of realization, then the stool collapses with a CRASH!

Ned pulls himself back up and drags another stool over.

NED:

Did you bring the... papers?

LOLA:

No. I thought you might come over...

NED:

Sure. I'll drive you.

LOLA:

I brought my own car.

NED:

I'll follow you then.

LOLA:

I know it sounds silly, but would

you leave first... wait in your car?

I come here a lot and I wouldn't

want those men to think I'm "easy"...

a slut who'll jump into bed with

anyone at the drop of a hat. But if

you leave first...

NED:

...they'll think I'm a putz for

passing up a sure thing.

Lola stares at Ned for a long moment... then SLAPS his face.

He doesn't move, remaining staunchly macho. Then, suddenly,

she SLUGS HIM so hard it knocks him over the top of the bar!

LOLA:

(for all to hear)

Now leave me alone!

She pauses to give him a flicker of a COY SMILE... then picks

up her drink and moves to a nearby table. Ned struggles to

his feet and staggers to the door.

INT. NED'S CAR - NIGHT

Ned is a mess! Blood trickles from the side of his mouth.

Shirt soaked in sweat. He turns the radio ON. LOLA'S THEME

starts playing.

A small ceiling fan hangs from the interior roof of his car,

turning slowly. The venetian blinds on his side windows are

partially open, letting in slashes of dramatic light.

ANGLE - HIS POV OF ROAD

He's following Lola's car. It signals and turns left.

INT. NED'S CAR - NIGHT

Still hot, Ned pulls the chain on the ceiling fan. It spins

faster. MUCH faster! The car becomes like a wind tunnel!

EXT. LOLA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The two cars enter a long drive, coming to a stop near a

large two story house surrounded by lush greenery.

Ned climbs out... his wind-blown hair flattened on one side

and sticking out crazily.

ANGLE - LOLA'S CAR DOOR - NED'S POV

It opens. Lola's legs swing out. The CAMERA PANS DOWN her

long legs to her feet. The car floormat is stuck to one shoe.

She casually shakes it off... going to the front door.

INT. LOLA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

They enter. It's DARK. Ned squints into the shadows.

NED:

Well, here we are... in the dark.

LOLA:

I have The Clapper.

NED:

You what?

Lola CLAPS her hands twice and all the LIGHTS COME ON. She

smiles at him... drops her car keys on the hall table, then

goes up the stairs.

Ned drops his car keys on the table too and follows her.

EXT. PORCH OFF BEDROOM - NIGHT

Lola clicks on a porch light. She and Ned step out. Dozens

of small boxes hang around the perimeter of the porch.

LOLA:

My wind chimes.

Ned steps over, running his hands along the boxes. They "thud"

against each other.

NED:

You know, these would work a lot

better if you took them out of the

boxes.

He slips several boxes off, releasing clusters of the metal

chimes. They "tinkle" and "clang" melodically in the breeze.

LOLA:

Well well... I guess you have been

around. I'm impressed.

She moves close, coming on to him. Ned feels uneasy.

NED:

Why don't we take a look at those...

papers?

LOLA:

(remembering)

Papers. Right.

INT. DRESSING AREA OFF BEDROOM - NIGHT

Lola comes in, looks around, then down. She removes her shoe,

pulling off two scraps of paper stuck to the gum on her heel.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Ned is looking through a book... "KAMIKAZE KAMA SUTRA - The

Encyclopedia of Deadly Sexual Positions." Lola comes back

in, hands Ned the two scraps of paper.

NED:

That's it? These are the... papers?

LOLA:

Yes. They're so confusing to me. Can

you tell me what they are?

He checks them out... shrugs. It's obvious.

NED:

This one's a laundry receipt... and

the other one's an expired lottery

ticket.

He hands them back to her, but she gently pushes them away.

LOLA:

No. You keep them... as a memento of

our time together.

She slips them into his jacket pocket... then sensuously

slides her hands around him, grabbing his buns, pulling him

closer.

LOLA:

I'm so grateful. How can I ever repay

you for all you've done?

NED:

Cash would be nice.

LOLA:

Isn't there some other way?

NED:

I suppose you could wash my car.

LOLA:

No, I mean, isn't there something

else you want? Something I could

give you?

She seductively starts to slide the jacket off his shoulders.

NED:

Hey... slow down... there's a speed

limit in this state. Sixty-five miles

an hour.

LOLA:

How fast was I going, officer?

NED:

Oh, about a hundred and twenty-three.

LOLA:

Suppose you pull me over and frisk

me?

NED:

Suppose I let you off with a warning?

LOLA:

Suppose I find a cop with a bigger

nightstick?

NED:

Suppose I put you under arrest for

being a bad girl with bad thoughts?

LOLA:

Suppose you handcuff me to the bed?

NED:

(rapid run-on)

Suppose I do and then we lose the

key and while I'm gone to get a

duplicate made the house catches on

fire and I can't get back to save

you because the bridge is washed out

and so you die a horrible death

toasted like a Polish sausage on a

flaming spit!

(shakes his head)

Nah... I better be going.

He turns and leaves. She is stunned, confused, breathless.

EXT. FRONT DOOR - NIGHT

Ned opens the door, pauses, turns... as Lola joins him there.

She looks into his eyes with desire.

LOLA:

You're not so tough. Last chance.

She moves her lips close to his, about to kiss him. Then...

NED:

No thanks. I got a cold shower and a

wife who trusts me waiting at home.

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