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Gloria heaves a sigh. Ray pushes a hand through his hair, then

turns to find Sam looking at him. Most of the press have run off

to follow the girls -- looking for more action. It is a quiet

moment. The two men lock eyes.

SAM:

I've found that adolescents make the

best liars. They're old enough to be

good at it, but you want like hell to

believe them, because they're still

children.

Ray just looks at him -- a hard stare.

EXT./INT. KEN'S T-BIRD - DAY

top down, speeds on a highway, banana palms on one side, the blue

Atlantic on the other.

Wind buffets Ken and Sam -- who has a dazed look.

KEN:

(hyped)

Come on, let loose!

SAM:

I was just thinking about where I'm

gonna stay. I lost the house. It's

like waking up from a goddamn nightmare.

KEN:

You'll get over it. We've got a

knockdown, airtight, motherf***er of a

lawsuit against Sandra Van Ryan.

SAM:

Just like that?

KEN:

Just like that? These people ruined

your life, bro.

Ken pauses to thump the wheel with the butt of his hand.

KEN (CONT'D)

I told you they were going overboard and

they did... They'll settle. Believe me.

They'll be begging to settle...

At which point Ken spots something up ahead. His smile broadens.

He swerves into the other lane, tooting his horn, waving, as...

The T-bird draws even with a sleek black limo.

SAM:

You don't think you're overdoing it?

He pulls off his neck brace, dangles it in front of Sam's face,

then tosses it out the window.

INT. LIMO - MOVING - SAME

Tom Baxter watches as the T-bird rockets off into the distance, a

white piece of foam rubber bouncing across the road in its wake.

A console TV is on -- news of the courthouse chaos.

Sandra is next to Baxter. Kelly is on the opposite bench seat.

SANDRA:

I hope you're going to nail his scrotum

to the nearest wall.

BAXTER:

That might have been a possibility, if

little miss not-so-bright here hadn't

started throwing things.

KELLY:

F*** off.

Sandra lunges to slap Kelly. Baxter stops it in midair.

BAXTER:

See what I mean...

SANDRA:

You're going to let them get away with

this... this sh*t? On the word of one

little white trash b*tch...

BAXTER:

You like seeing your name in the papers?

Sandra glares at him.

BAXTER (CONT'D)

Leave town, Sandy. Go to your place in

St. Barts. Let things cool down.

Sandra concentrates on the TV.

BAXTER (CONT'D)

They'll try for twenty million. The

cheaper the lawyer, the higher the

demand.

SANDRA:

You've got to be kidding.

HAXTER:

The man's life has been destroyed.

There will always be doubters, no matter

what happened in court.

SANDRA:

I'm not paying any idiot twenty million

dollars.

BAXTER:

I said that's what they'd ask for.

Sandra stares from the window. At last she turns to Kelly.

SANDRA:

I hope you're happy.

Kelly seems to give this a moment's thought, then, smiling.

KELLY:

Ecstatic.

EXT. EVERGLADES - DAY

Sam cruises slowly across the water in his junked-out air boat.

He kills the engine, allowing the craft to glide to a stop.

He's close to where he found the big gator -- the same shabby

collection of whitewashed buildings we now RECOGNIZE as the

Glades Motel, shimmers in the distance.

Sam leans back, enjoying the silence. He reaches into a cooler,

takes out a beer, opens it, takes a drink, then pulls something

else from the cooler --

-- a bundle of white butcher's paper. Sam opens the paper, takes

out raw meat -- something disgusting to look at -- big red turkey

necks, maybe, which he tosses into the water.

ANGLE ON WATER:

as the meat drifts down -- then, a sudden boiling, as -- quick as

the strike of a snake -- the huge gator EMERGES, jaws wide, to

snap up the morsel before slipping beneath the surface once mare.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. LAW OFFICE - DAY

Ken's Secretary opens the inner office door for Baxter.

Ken rises from a desk to greet him.

KEN:

Tom Baxter. Good to see you again.

BAXTER:

Let's cut the crap. What does your

client want?

KEN:

Besides an apology?

BAXTER:

Unless you're planning on leaving Blue

Bay, there's gonna be other cases, other

days... You might want to keep that in

mind.

KEN:

Okay Tom. My client wants your client

to saddle up... so we can ride her ass

all the way to the bank.

EXT. BLUE BAY SCHOOL - DAY

A hot morning in June. Shadows angle across the campus.

Students line up at the old wooden pagoda, picking up caps and

gowns. A few turn, surprised to see...

SAM LOMBARDO cross the parking lot, ENTERS a building.

INT. ART'S OFFICE - ART

working at his desk. Sam's terrarium is behind him, his

"Educator of the Year" Waterford bowl, a storage box of files.

Art looks up at a KNOCK on the DOOR. Sam walks into the room.

It is a slightly awkward moment.

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