Lake Placid Page #3

CUT TO:

EXT. MAINE SKIES - DAY

A sea helicopter is sailing up against the blue sky, nothing but

Evergreens and lakes below.

INT. HELICOPTER - CONTINUOUS

Kelly with the Pilot. She looks a little white.

INT. JACKSON HOSPITAL - DAY

Kelly is walking with Keough toward the morgue.

KEOUGH:

He just came up screaming.

KELLY:

Did he say anything?

KEOUGH:

He just kinda gurgled. He was

pretty much dead.

KELLY:

And you didn't see anything?

KEOUGH:

The lake was dead calm until up he

came. The tooth is in there.

KELLY:

(seeing)

There? That's the morgue.

KEOUGH:

Yes.

KELLY:

Is the dead guy in there?

KEOUGH:

That's where they keep them.

(then)

You want me to bring the tooth out

here?

KELLY:

Um.

(bravado)

No, no. Let's go.

CLOSE ON THE TOOTH

Reveal--

INT. MORGUE - DAY

The Medical Examiner, STEVEN DANIELS, is there with Keough and

kelly. Walt's torso is covered. Kelly is examining the tooth.

KELLY:

I need to get a microscopic look at

it.

DANIELS:

Fine.

(indicating)

There you go.

KELLY:

Maybe I should see...

(the body)

KEOUGH:

(reading her)

I wouldn't.

KELLY:

I'm fine, thank you.

KEOUGH:

Have you ever seen a dead body

before, Ms. Scott?

KELLY:

Well.

(admits)

At wakes.

KEOUGH:

This is a little different.

KELLY:

I can look at dead things.

And Daniels is about to pull the sheet back--

KELLY (CONT'D)

Wait.

She takes a breath.

KELLY (CONT'D)

Okay.

And Daniels peels back the sheet. Kelly strains to disguise her

extreme horror. Finally--

KELLY (CONT'D)

(fighting off nausea)

This... how long did this attack go

on for?

KEOUGH:

Seconds. Three, four.

KELLY:

And this is how he came to the

boat?

KEOUGH:

Yes.

KELLY:

Okay.

(then)

And is there a place nearby I could

go to vomit?

OFF this, we:

CUT TO:

EXT. INDIGO MAINE - DAY

It's a small, almost tiny town; general store, post office, fire

station. Kelly and Keough are in front of the general store

loading supplies into a van, across the street in front of the

Sheriff's Department.

KEOUGH:

Nobody lives within twenty-five

miles, 'cept some old couple who

live right on the lake. Teenagers

trek in every once in a while, none

have disappeared, and none have

spotted anything unusual.

KELLY:

You talk to the married couple?

KEOUGH:

Not yet.

KELLY:

What kind of backup do we have?

KEOUGH:

We?

That strikes a nerve.

KELLY:

(defensive)

What?

KEOUGH:

Sorry. I'm just a little unclear

as to why the Museum of Natural

History would send somebody here.

KELLY:

You have a thing against museums?

KEOUGH:

I got nothing against--

KELLY:

Ever even been in one?

He stares back. Then picks up a huge cannon-like gun. As he

loads it--

KELLY:

What is that?

KEOUGH:

Lightweight Forward Area air device

unit. Whatever's out there, one

shot with this and he's dead.

KELLY:

(incredulous)

And you stock these things for

what, to fend off Russia?

A beat.

KEOUGH:

You're sort of a rude person.

KELLY:

It's just that--

Suddenly, like a shot, Kelly's arm jerks up as she jet sprays a

white fog from a can of Yard Guard. Keough holds a look at her.

KELLY (CONT'D)

Mosquitos. I have a thing about

mosquitos.

Upon which a sport utility vehicle pulls up, it's marked "Maine

Fish And Game". Jack Wells emerges, Kelly's eyes scan him like

radar.

JACK:

We set?

KEOUGH:

Ready.

(re Kelly; dry)

A museum in New York sent us some

additional back up.

Kelly shoots Keough a look. Then:

KELLY:

Kelly Scott.

JACK:

Jack Wells. A museum sent you?

KELLY:

Are we all museum bigots in Maine?

Jack holds a look, decides to let that pass.

JACK:

Did you make anything of the tooth?

KELLY:

Yes, it did seem prehistoric but

I'm sure he just carried the thing

for luck. Not that it worked,

obviously. It probably somehow got

lodged into his body.

Jack holds another look.

KELLY (CONT'D)

Why are you staring at me?

(to Keough)

Do I have a smudge on my face, it

would be so you not to have told

me.

Keough also lets that pass.

KEOUGH:

(to Jack)

I'm ready when you are.

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