Rough Diamonds

INT. MUSEUM - DAY

A perfect rainbow is trapped inside two flawless DIAMONDS,

glinting in the morning sun.

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Mounted on crushed velvet, the identical diamonds are on a glass

covered pedal stool in the middle of a vast, marble MUSEUM HALL.

The stunning beauty of the stones is matched only by the .

breathtaking beauty of the young woman who's admiring them. MARIE

CLIFFORD's creamy seventeen year old skin is dappled in the

cornucopia of colors emanating from the diamonds...

She reaches out tentatively towards the glass case. Not to touch

the diamonds, but to run her fingers over a picture that's mounted

in the case below the priceless jewels. It's of a MOTHER cradling

her BABY DAUGHTER...

MARIE:

Today's the day, Mom... .

CURATOR (O.S.)

You here again, Marie?

Marie spins round, sees the bespectacled CURATOR, 60's, standing

behind her.

MARIE .

Just leaving.

Marie carefully adjusts the sign atop the glass case...

'THE MOTHER DAUGHTER DIAMONDS...'

EXT. MUSEUM - DAY

Marie fires up her powerful BMW, parked right outside the austere

Museum building. The powerful stereo blasts, sending the birds

fluttering skywards...

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CREDITS appear over...

ARIEL FOOTAGE of a narrow highway, Marie's BMW streaking through

the endless tract of Florida wetlands. In the water, GATORS, warm

themselves in the early morning sun...

MOVING over the vast tracts of swampland, flocks of tropical BIRDS

stretch their majestic wings, locals speed across the stagnant

waters in their deafening AIRBOATS...

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Through thick trees and foliage to trailer homes and tract housing

and into the town of Blue Bay, where the nip/tucked denizens sip

three martini lunches and tee off at the local country club.

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Marie steers her BMW into the showroom-like parking lot of Blue

Bay High School.

INT. MARIE'S BMW - MORNING

Marie guides her powerful car towards her parking spot, when...

SCCCREEEECCCHHHH!

She SLAMS on the brakes as a figure darts in front of her car.

Almost gives her a heart attack, throwing her forward, flailing

arms crashing into the stereo, then snapped back by her seatbelt.

.

She sits stock still for a second, then looks up, out of her

windshield at the young woman scouring at her, only inches from

the front bumper of the BMW.

The sudden jolt has changed the radio station. A newscaster

rambles on...

RADIO NEWSCASTER (V.O.)

... operation, aimed at finally capturing

the Black Widow suspect after a six month

trail of embezzlement and fraud, once

again failed to snare its subject.

ELENA SANDOVAL, 17, stands defiantly in front of the BMW, her

don't-f***-with-me stare in direct contrast with her come-f***-me

clothes.

RADIO NEWSCASTER (V.O.)

Blue Bay Police Detective Michael

Morrison was able to recover over

$400,000 in stolen money, but the

suspect, described as Female, between

eighteen and thirty, remains at large...

Marie reaches out with a trembling hand, turns off the stereo,

then leans out of the car window.

MARIE:

I'm... so... sorry...

Elena smiles wryly.

ELENA:

You will be.

And she means it...

"Wild Things 3" 03/22/2004 3.

INT. BLUE BAY HIGH AUDITORIUM - MORNING

The auditorium is packed with the Blue Bay High student body. The

natural order is clear, the pastel flock at the front, the meat

headed jocks in the center, and the rejects at the back.

Marie is amongst her sweater monkey friends, but she's still

shocked by what happened out in the parking lot...

JENNY:

(handing over a present)

Happy birthday, babe. They ain't

diamonds, but you're just gonna have to

wait for those...

Marie tentatively opens the gift, sees a pair of OPAL EARRINGS.

MARIE:

(unconvincing)

Thank you. Thank you so much...

JENNY:

Are you OK, hon?

Marie looks back, to the far reaches of the auditorium where the

freaks and geeks crowd round Elena, worshipping her like the

Goddess she is...

MARIE:

I...yeah...I'll be fine...It's

just...that new girl...I almost hit her

in the parking lot...

JENNY:

You mean the towel girl, the one who

transferred in? Jesus, she's trouble. You

know the only reason she's slinging

towels is 'cos it's court ordered...

Marie and Elena make brief, electric eye contact, across the sea

of hormonally challenged students as Principal LIONEL MOSSTER, his

ill-fitting sports jacket coffee-stained, steps onstage.

MOSSTER:

We're here today to address a growing

epidemic that affects all of you.

He pauses, waits for the student body to quiet down...

MOSSTER:

National studies report sexual activity

among students at an all-time high.

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The students all cheer, naturally.

MOSSTER:

We'll see who's cheering when you've got

an unwanted pregnancy on your hands, or

get slapped with a paternity suit...Or

arrested for date rape. But don't take my

word for it...

He motions behind him to KRISTEN RICHARDS, early 30's, a natural

beauty who's doing her best to hide behind a bland gray suit and

glasses, and CHAD BORMAN, late 20s, devilishly handsome...

PRINCIPAL MOSSTER

Miss Richards and Dr. Borman are here to

tell you about the pitfalls first hand...

Kristen steps up to the lectern.

KRISTEN:

Good morning, my name is Kristen

Richards. I'm an officer for the Miami

juvenile parole board, as some of you

already know...

Quick glance at Elena who rolls her eyes...

KRISTEN:

But that's not what brings me here today.

When I heard about Principal Mosster's

sex education program I thought I'd

volunteer my own personal story, in hopes

that you might learn from the mistakes I

made. Back in High school all I wanted to

do was get drunk, stoned and laid...

The students roar their approval.

KRISTEN:

By my junior year, my life was a blur of

cheap beer, anonymous sex, partying every

night of the week...

Elena covers her mouth, as if to cough...

ELENA:

(through fake coughs)

...whore...

Kristen ignores the slur.

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KRISTEN:

And then, one night at some pathetic frat

party, someone slipped a roofie in my

drink...and raped me.

This quiets the auditorium.

KRISTEN:

There isn't a day goes by my skin doesn't

crawl when I think of the violation and

humiliation I endured. I can promise you

that if you make the same kind of wrongheaded

choices I did, you'll be seeing

Dr. Borman...

Chad steps to the podium.

CHAD:

Thank you, Miss Richards. My name's Dr.

Chad Borman. I run the forensics lab at

the police department, where my work has

helped convict hundreds of sex offenders.

Most teens like Ms. Richards never get

their lives together. The physical scars

may go away, but the emotional damage

stays forever.

While Chad drones on, MUDDY, a Gremlin-eyed drooler, sitting in

front of Elena, looks back at her shapely legs as she puts them up

on the back of the chair. He spots the ugly plastic bracelet

locked around one of her ankles.

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