Wild Things Page #10

KEN:

I figured, you know, it would be darker

in here.

He moves a hand to his face.

SAM:

Good thinking.

KEN:

You can tie whoever did it to Sandra Van

Ryan...

SAM:

Forget it.

KEN:

Lady has some deep pockets. That's all

I'm saying.

SAM:

I know how deep her pockets are, Ken. I

thought I might be able to save my

f***ing house with an equity loan.

Guess who's on the board of directors at

the bank?

He pauses to look at Ken Bowden.

SAM (CONT'D)

Can't you take that stupid thing off?

KEN:

Not in here. Chiropractor comes in here

for lunch sometimes.

San sighs, slumps back in his plastic seat.

KEN (CONT'D)

You're not in bad shape, really. I know

you think you are, but you're not. Let

me tell you why.

(beat)

Sandra Van Ryan.

SAM:

What's that supposed to mean?

KEN:

For you to be getting this kind of heat,

for what they have on you... It doesn't

add up. Sandra Van Ryan's got 'em

running scared.

(beat)

And I'll tell you something else, you

rush, you get careless.

Ken reaches into his briefcase. He pulls out some papers, tosses

them on the table. Sam picks one up, starts to read.

SAM:

Nellie Gail Ranch...

KEN:

Sound nice? It's a f***ing drug rehab

farm. It's where Kelly Van Ryan went

when her morn fished her out of the

swamp.

(beat)

Meanwhile, you get educator of the year

I mean there's no way they can put

this thing in front of a jury.

(beat)

Sh*t, they haven't even taken your

statement yet. Reason? They're still

shoveling dirt and my guess is, they're

coming up empty. Now tell me I'm right.

SAM:

There's nothing for them to get.

KEN:

Good. So what we're going to do is

march right to Hunter's doorstep. We're

going to insist they take a statement.

We're going to tell them to charge your

ass or get off your back.

(beat)

They're walking a fine line here.

Defamation of character, malicious

prosecution...

SAM:

I just want my life back...

KEN:

Fair enough. Let's go make a statement.

INT. POLICE INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY

Everyone's looking a little tired, with the possible exception of

Ray. At this moment he sits back in his chair, staring at Sam.

RAY:

Why don't you tell us one more time, how

Kelly came to be with you, alone in your

house.

SAM:

(with growing impatience)

Story's the same, Detective...

Ken pats him on the arm. When Sam speaks again, it is in a

calmer voice, calm but tired.

SAM (CONT'D)

I had to go look for this coupon.

RAY:

The one you bought at school.

SAM:

(nodding)

Like I said, I hadn't really expected to

use it.

(beat)

Anyway, I'm going through a drawer. I

hear a car. I look out the window. I

see Nicole driving away. I leave my

room, and there's Kelly.

RAY:

In cutoffs, a wet T-shirt.

SAM:

Yes.

RAY:

And she wanted to talk.

SAM:

Yes.

RAY:

But you can't tell us what she wanted to

talk about.

SAM:

I could, but it's confidential. Look,

the point is, we didn't talk. I told

her this was not an appropriate time or

place.

RAY:

And she began to cry. And you put an

arm around her.

SAM:

Yes. Mainly to turn her toward the

door. I told her we would talk on

Monday, in the office.

GLORIA:

And when you turned her toward the door,

where did you expect her to go, without

a car?

SAM:

Again. I think we covered this. I told

her I was going to call a cab.

RAY:

But she ran away.

SAM:

That's right.

GLORIA:

Did you call anyone? Did you call her

house to see if she got home? Did you

call the Masons?

SAM:

No.

GLORIA:

Weren't you a little worried about

her...?

SAM:

There's a strip mall not half a mile

from my house. There's phones there. I

cruised the place, but I didn't see her.

I figured she was probably there but

that she was angry and didn't want to be

found. I don't know... Maybe I should

have called. But it's not like Kelly

can't take care of herself. I figured

we'd just take it up on Monday, in the

office.

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