Lake Placid Page #12

JACK:

But why Maine and why alone? Crocs

are social, why's this guy on the

move by himself?

HECTOR:

Maybe he doesn't play well with

others.

KEOUGH:

Is everything a big f***ing joke to

you?

HECTOR:

(re his groin)

Bite my bishop.

And Keough starts for him, but Jack intercedes.

KEOUGH:

I'm sick of him!

JACK HECTOR

(interceding) Let him go! I'm sick of you

C'mon. too, let him go.

(then)

Thing about being rich, Sheriff,

my parents had the added luxury of

being able to ditch me off at Karate

school, I'm a brown belt. So go

ahead. Take your best shot.

Keough throws a haymaker, decking Hector. Lays him out.

KELLY:

Hank!

KEOUGH:

(who knew?)

He said he knew Karate!

HECTOR:

(shaken)

At school they'd always say "go"

first.

JACK:

(to Keough)

Get your big gun and guard the

shore. Hector. Go to your tent.

HECTOR:

(muttering as he goes)

He never said "go".

JACK:

(to Keough)

Get the gun.

KEOUGH:

(muttering as he goes)

If I fall into a hole or get

hoisted into a tree...

And he's gone.

JACK:

(re Keough and Hector)

Like little children.

(then)

You okay?

KELLY:

Yeah. I got some stuff for your

cut.

JACK:

I couldn't believe... did you see

the size of that thing's mouth?

KELLY:

I wonder if he's some kind of

mutant.

(then)

That bear had to be surprised.

JACK:

(taking her arm; ushering)

Let's get away from the shore.

She looks at his hand on her arm, which suddenly makes him self-

consious.

JACK (CONT'D)

Sorry.

KELLY:

It's okay.

They hold a look.

EXT. LAKE (WESTSIDE) - NIGHT

We are at a small clearing on the other side of the lake. A

four-wheel-drive of some sort is bumping down a fairly

unpassable dirt road into the clearing.

TOM (O.S.)

Told you I could make it.

As the jeep comes more INTO VIEW, we REVEAL its occupants to be

six teenagers, including Janine, and TOM, STEVE, DANNY, CAROL,

ELLEN. They've been drinking but they're not sloppy drunk. As

they climb out, Tom points to a swing rope which extends from

the branch of a tree that overhangs the water.

TOM:

There it is.

STEVE:

(stripping)

Last one in's a dead man.

Could be more like first one in. The teenagers begin to strip

off their clothes. As they giggle and laugh we:

CUT TO:

INT. KELLY'S TENT - NIGHT

Kelly is butterflying Jack's wound, necessarily working very

close to him.

JACK:

Ow. Sh*t.

KELLY:

Just gotta pull it a little

tighter.

JACK:

Who taught you be be a nurse?

KELLY:

Father's a surgeon. I can even

stitch in a pinch, wouldn't be a

bad idea here.

JACK:

No thanks.

KELLY:

Keep it dry. No swimming.

JACK:

(dry)

Thank you.

They hold a look. Then --

JACK (CONT'D)

You're having the best time of your

life, aren't you?

KELLY:

(caught)

What? Why... people have been

killed, I hardly think I'm having

a good time, why would...

(off his look; copping)

Does it show?

Jack nods slightly.

KELLY (CONT'D)

This is the first time I've

actually... y'know been in the

middle of anything. I've never

really even gotten dirty before,

with me showers have always been

preventative.

Their eyes are locked now, making her self-conscious and

nervous.

JACK:

That's why you're here. To get in

the middle of something?

KELLY:

Maybe. I've always read about

what's happened. I've never... I

know it sounds silly but, it's nice

to be someplace while something is

actually... y'know... happening.

Something is happening right now. A beat.

KELLY (CONT'D)

We should probably go to bed.

(quickly)

Get rest, get some rest. Go to our

separate beds, get some rest.

The Freudian slip of her life. They hold another look. Then he

starts to exit. He stops at the door, turns back.

JACK:

Thanks for the... bandaid.

KELLY:

(please don't go)

Night.

He holds another look, then leaves. OFF her punishing herself

for both the slip of the tongue and for cutting the moment

short.

CUT TO:

EXT. LAKE (WESTSIDE) - NIGHT

The teenagers are now skinny-dipping, having a grand ol'

flirtatious time. As they splash and frolic and cop their

feels, we ANGLE... about fifty yards away. Two eyes pop above

the surface... followed by the snout. GO TO:

THE CROC'S P.O.V.

Six fresh delicious teenagers. Midnight buffet.

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