Wild Things Page #17

She kisses him again, more passionately now. He gets into it,

tears her blouse open, putting his tongue to her breasts.

A SHADOW moves on the wall, looming above them. Sam sees it, his

eyes widen. He tries to sit up, as...

BANG! -- an EXPLOSION. Sam jumps, knocks Kelly to his side.

A champagne cork hits the ceiling.

Suzie Toller stands over the bed with a foaming champagne bottle.

SUZIE:

How much is about six and a half million

divided by three?

SAM:

Jesus. Two million one hundred

thirty-three thousand three hundred

thirty-three and change.

Kelly screams in joy again.

SAM (CONT'D)

Now calm down. Both of you.

The girls put on mock serious expressions.

SAM (CONT'D)

From now on, if we're seen together,

it's got to be accidental. I thought

that was understood...

KELLY:

Hey, come on... We've got to have at

least one victory party.

Kelly grabs the champagne, takes a long gulp, pours some on her

breasts as she straddles Sam once more, inviting him to lick them

clean.

SAM:

Kelly, for christ's sake...

She has begun to move like a lap dancer, inviting him to take her

breasts in his mouth, putting a hand to his crotch...

SAM (CONT'D)

The only way we're gonna blow this now,

is if we do it ourselves...

KELLY:

(her hand in his crotch)

Do it to ourselves?

SAM:

(weakening)

We have to stick with the plan.

KELLY:

Stick?

Sam gives up, lays back as Kelly undoes his pants, then moves to

get him inside her.

Suzie watches. She takes another drink, then tosses the bottle,

pulling off her top, REVEALING her small, white breasts, a couple

of tattoos, a pierced nipple. She slips behind Kelly, fondling

Kelly's breasts as Sam arches beneath them both -- all of them

totally into it now, losing themselves in the sex...

FADE TO:

INT. DETECTIVZS' ROOM, BLUE BAY POLICE STATION - NIGHT

The room is dark and empty, with the exception of a single desk

lamp, by which halo we find...

Ray Duquette, in an aloha shirt, waiting as his computer's

printer finishes a job, as suddenly...

... a new light rushes into the room. Ray turns to find Gloria

standing in the doorway. He stops as his printer finishes the

job. He pulls out the paper, looks at it, smiles. Gloria walks

to his desk.

RAY:

You saw the news today?

GLORIA:

Lombardo's settlement?

Ray nods.

GLORIA (CONT'D)

Yeah, well, I told you they were gonna

make us look stupid.

Ray gives her a long look. Gloria waits a moment, shrugs.

RAY:

Hey, don't back away from it, you were

right. We did look stupid.

(beat)

What you were wrong about, is who made

us look that way.

Gloria just looks at him, puzzled.

RAY (CONT'D)

Think back, before the suit was filed,

before the trial. Lombardo had an

affair with Sandra, right?

(Gloria nods)

So why not tell us about the affair? I

mean it could be a hell of a motive for

Kelly to fabricate her charge in the

first place.

GLORIA:

Maybe Lombardo's attorney was saving the

affair for the trial.

RAY:

I thought of that. Then I said, come

on, you're Lombardo. Your reputation is

getting trashed. You want to stop the

bleeding. You don't want to sit in jail

for three months. Unless...

GLORIA:

Unless what?

RAY:

Unless you're setting up Sandra Van Ryan

for the big payday.

It is quiet in the office, save for the soft BUZZ of Ray's

COMPUTER.

RAY (CONT'D)

They chumped us, Gloria, right from the

start.

GLORIA:

Why? You ask me, Lombardo had it pretty

good already, nice job in a beautiful

setting, popular, an active social life.

(beat)

He's gonna put this all on the line for

some dicey play like what you're

describing...

RAY:

(interrupting)

The job looks okay to us. But look at

it from his point of view. The man's

surrounded by wealth and privilege. But

for him... it's just a reminder of what

should have been his.

Gloria gives this a moment's thought.

RAY (CONT'D)

Your old man graduates from Blue Bay

School, you're not supposed to wind up

there. Board of Directors maybe, but

not in the lousy guidance office. Now.

Point number two.

(he taps at the printout

on his desk)

I've run a financial on Lombardo. Guy

was eyeball-deep in debt before this all

happened -- trying to keep up with

pricey trim like Barbara Baxter.

He passes the printout to Gloria. She looks at it, thinking.

GLORIA:

So what about the girls? Suzie's poor,

but why would Kelly have to steal from

her own mother? Surely her father...

RAY:

(interrupting)

Her father didn't leave her squat. The

kid's got money in trust from her

grandfather, but she can't touch that

till her mother dies and Sandra seems to

have the idea that Kelly ought to learn

the value of a buck.

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