Fatal Instinct Page #9

LOLA:

What's the matter? Don't you want

me? It's the way I look, isn't it?

He steps out, pauses... turns to her.

NED:

Don't forget to lock up.

Ned pulls the door shut. The lock CLICKS. He pauses by his

car, realizing something, heaves a sigh, goes back to the

door.

He tries the knob, but the door is locked. He looks through

the small window. He sees Lola standing inside... breathing

heavily, bracing herself against the staircase bannister,

hand to her heaving chest as if to calm a pounding heart.

He pushes against the door. It won't budge. He goes to the

large window, gazing inside. She slides one hand enticingly

across her breast and thigh, striking a seductive pose.

He points toward the door, motioning for her to unlock it.

She looks away. Frustrated, Ned tries the window. It's locked.

He picks up a wrought iron chair, SLAMS it into the window!

The heavy chair falls apart. The glass doesn't even vibrate!

He sees a riding power mower in the driveway... jumps into

the seat, starts the engine... barreling toward the front of

the house! THUNDER CRASHES and LIGHTNING FLASHES in the sky!

He PLOWS into the side of the house, SMASHING a huge hole

thru the wall!... MOWING a swath in the carpet!

Lola GASPS. Ned climbs off the mower, moving toward her. She

opens her arms, breathless. The MUSIC SWELLS dramatically!

She intercepts him, embracing him passionately.

LOLA:

I knew you'd come back...

NED:

(looking past her)

I forgot my car keys.

He struggles free, grabbing his car keys from the hall table.

She follows, embracing him again, even more tenaciously.

LOLA:

That's not what you came back for.

NED:

Yes it is.

Impatient, she crushes her mouth against his, kissing him

hard, desperately clawing at his clothes. She's relentless...

devouring him with her lips and tongue.

Overwhelmed, he succumbs to her passion. His car keys drop

from his hand. She pushes him down toward the floor.

LOW ANGLE - AT FLOOR LEVEL

Her hands grasp his shirt, ripping it open. The buttons fly

in all directions! She grabs at his leather belt, twisting

it in her hands... ripping it in two!

She grabs his pants by the cuffs... rips one pant leg off!

Then the other!... tossing them over each shoulder!

Ned and Lola tumble across the floor, arms and legs

entangled... rolling themselves up in a rug in the process.

ANGLE - FIREPLACE

A roaring fire. We HEAR O.C. MOANING and HEAVY BREATHING.

The CAMERA TILTS DOWN to a sheepskin rug in front of the

fireplace. No one is there! A crystal vase falls, CRASHING

on the stone hearth. The CAMERA TILTS UP to REVEAL Ned and

Lola... stretched out on the mantle, ravishing each other.

ANGLE - THE REFRIGERATOR

The door suddenly BURSTS OPEN! Ned and Lola tumble out...

wrapped in each other's arms, food tumbling out with them.

OMIT:

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ANGLE - THE DINING ROOM TABLE

The table wiggles. The CAMERA MOVES UP to REVEAL Ned and

Lola kissing passionately. She lays on the table, arms and

legs stretched upward... a spinning plate balanced on the

pointed finger of each hand... and a large spinning platter

balanced on the end of her pointed left toe. Her right foot

brushes the platter to keep it spinning. The Ed Sullivan

Show position.

SEVERAL ANGLES - IN BED

-- Ned and Lola's entangled legs, moving under the sheets.

-- Ned sitting, wrists tied to the brass bed with silk

scarves.

-- Lola, also with her wrists tied to the bed with silk

scarves.

-- Then... A WIDER ANGLE... revealing that they are BOTH

tied... at opposite ends of the same bed!

ANGLE - THE BASEMENT STAIRS

Wrapped in each other's arms, they tumble down the stairs...

crashing into a workbench, still kissing passionately!

ANGLE - A WALL SOCKET

Ned's hand plugs in a cord. RACK FOCUS to a soft lamb's wool

BUFFER WHEEL rising into frame, WHIRRING. It dips into an

open can of FLOOR WAX... then moves over to Lola's naked

body, buffing the surface of her skin to a high gloss. The

CAMERA MOVES to her EYES. They're CROSSED in ecstasy.

ANGLE - THE BEDROOM FLOOR

HEAVY BREATHING. SQUEAKY BED NOISES. The CAMERA MOVES up

along the mattress. The bed moves with a jerky rhythm. The

CAMERA REVEALS Lola's hand, grasping the sheet tightly. WE

MOVE UP to Lola, lying face down against the pillow.

LOLA:

(breathless)

...don't... stop...

FULL SHOT - THE BED

Ned jumps up and down on the bed like a trampoline! Lola is

on her stomach, bouncing each time Ned's feet hit the bed.

LOLA:

...Oh Ned... please... don't...

stop...

He does a complete BACK FLIP!... then keeps bouncing.

EXT. THE ROOFTOP - NIGHT

The wind blows. THUNDER and LIGHTNING! RAIN pours down.

Ned and Lola, both in yellow rain slickers, ravish each other

lustfully on the roof, sliding down the incline of shingles.

Oblivious to the peril, they slip right over the edge!

They hang from the eaves trough, each clutching it with one

hand while still holding one another with their free arms...

kissing passionately. The trough breaks! They fall!

ANGLE - THE GROUND BELOW

They roll out of the bushes onto the lawn, arms and legs

entangled. They fall apart, gasping for breath. A beat.

LOLA:

That takes care of foreplay.

Ned's eyes widen. Lola grins lustily, rolling on top of him.

INT. PRISON CELL - MORNING

The cell wall is a clutter of PHOTOS: Hitler... Mussolini...

Charles Manson... and his mother, Mrs. Shady.

A man's muscular naked torso rises into frame, his back to

us. He's doing pull-ups, his body covered with TATTOOS!

Quotes on each arm... "Don't have a cow, man!" - Bart

Simpson... and "I know you are, but what am I?" - Pee Wee

Herman.

On one shoulder, a gravestone with the epitaph "I told you I

was sick!"

In the center of his back... we see a big tattoo of Ned's

face labeled "DEAD MEAT."

A GUARD opens the cell door.

GUARD:

It's time, Max.

The prisoner turns. He's butt-ugly, hard, nasty looking.

It's MAX SHADY... with a HUGE "Double Corona" CIGAR in his

mouth. On his chest is a tattoo that reads: THIS SPACE FOR

RENT. He walks right toward the CAMERA LENS and the FRAME

goes TO BLACK.

MATCH CUT TO:

BLACK FRAME:

EXT. FEDERAL PRISON - MORNING

Two huge iron doors swing open and a mob of milling REPORTERS

rushes forward, surrounding Max Shady. He wears a blue suit

just like Ned's. The Reporters have no microphones, but shove

their empty hands at Max as if they do. They shout questions.

REPORTER #1

Mr. Shady! What's the first thing

you're gonna do now that you're out?

MAX SHADY:

Find Ned Ravine... rip his head off

and use it for a bowling ball!

REPORTER #2

Are you a good bowler?

REPORTER #3

You ever bowled a three-hundred game?

REPORTER #4

How would you handle a seven-ten

split?

REPORTER #1

Say, aren't you wearing one of

Ravine's "trademark" blue suits?

MAX SHADY:

Yeah. The bastard gave it to me as a

gift... to make up for losing my

case. Now I'm going to wear it to

his friggin' funeral!!

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