Lake Placid Page #7

EXT. BEACH - NIGHT

Kelly is testing a MACHINE that sends out little SQUEAKY SOUNDS,

as Jack approaches. He stops. Takes a second to... well,

admire her. She's an attractive woman. He then approaches.

JACK:

Baby crocs?

KELLY:

Adult males will charge hatchlings.

If there's one out there...

JACK:

If one could be out there... why

does Fish And Game tell me it's

impossible?

KELLY:

Because they just consult their

little indigenous charts.

A beat, as she tends to her work.

JACK:

Listen... if you really do know

crocs, you should know how stealth

like they are. I wouldn't be

standing a foot from the water.

She looks.

JACK (CONT'D)

He could be right there and you

wouldn't see him.

KELLY:

(still looking at the

water)

I'd be able to see something.

Upon which, Jack tosses a rock over her shoulder. As it makes

a splash, she screams and practically jumps into his arms.

Then:

KELLY (CONT'D)

(realizing)

Oh that's funny. That was real

funny.

And she heads off. OFF Jack, we:

CUT TO:

EXT. HECTOR'S TENT - NIGHT

Two deputies are digging deep pits about thirty feet in front of

his tent. From within we HEAR MUSIC, the SOUNDS of a PARTY.

Keough approaches... looks at Deputy Burke, who's digging.

BURKE:

(shrugs)

He paid us. Five hundred.

Keough continues on toward the tent.

INT. HECTOR'S TENT - CONTINUOUS

His tent is on the palatial side. Stereo, generator, he's got a

margarita bar going. There's a party. Hector's dancing with

Deputy Gare, others are enjoying the drinks and MUSIC.

HECTOR:

You're a beautiful woman.

GARE:

Thank you.

HECTOR:

And law enforcement, such dangerous

work. The idea that you could die

suddenly with no offspring,

disconcerting, let's mate, commit

your genes to perpetuity.

Upon which, Keough enters, doesn't like what he sees.

KEOUGH:

Hey.

He goes, turns OFF the MUSIC.

KEOUGH:

We are here on official business.

HECTOR:

Cocktail?

KEOUGH:

No!!

(then)

What's with digging the holes?

HECTOR:

They come on land and they're

brazen. They're also attracted to

noise, you can see I make a lot of

it.

KEOUGH:

Everybody out, back to your tents,

now!

They start to leave.

HECTOR:

(re Gare)

Could she stay, we've tentatively

scheduled intercourse.

KEOUGH:

No!! Out!

And they all go, including Gare, who shrugs to Keough "he's kind

of funny".

KEOUGH (CONT'D)

(to Hector)

You listen to me. The only reason

I'm letting you be part of this is

'cause you got the helicopter and

the radar--

HECTOR:

And you like me.

KEOUGH:

I do not like you.

HECTOR:

Deep down, gut check. I'm growing

fond of you and it's liberating to

say so.

Keough stares back.

KEOUGH:

You're a whacko.

And Keough leaves, to:

EXT. CAMPSIGHT - CONTINUOUS

As Keough heads off--

HECTOR (O.S.)

That hurt my feelings.

CUT TO:

A CAMPFIRE:

REVEAL--

EXT. BEACH CAMPSITE - NIGHT

Kelly stands, alone, skipping stones. After a beat, Jack

approaches.

JACK:

What are you doing?

KELLY:

Skipping stones. Look how flat

that water is, you can get ten

skips on a good one.

A beat.

JACK:

Listen, uh... Hank and I think it

best if you stay on shore.

KELLY:

I beg your pardon?

JACK:

Whatever's out there did flip over

a canoe--

KELLY:

I am not staying on shore.

JACK:

It's too dangerous for--

KELLY:

I didn't fly up here to roast

marshmallows--

JACK:

You flew up here because your boss--

KELLY:

I am going out on that boat and why

are you picking on me, is this some

kind of--

KELLY (CONT'D) JACK

hazing, new fingernails I'm not picking--

in the woods?

JACK (CONT'D)

(overriding)

I'm beginning to see why you were

shipped off.

And her face falls.

KELLY:

(wounded; quietly)

That was an awful thing to say to

me.

JACK:

(feels bad now)

I'm sorry but you're...

A beat. He doesn't finish the sentence.

KELLY:

(genuine)

I do know crocodiles and I won't

get in your way.

(then)

I really do want to be a part of

this.

Jack reads her, he can see that she does.

JACK:

Okay.

(then)

We're up at six.

KELLY:

Good.

JACK:

(a beat)

'Night.

There's a little chemistry here, though both would probably deny

it. He heads off toward his tent, she sits with her book. She

gives one last look, watches him go. Then she goes back to her

book.

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