Wild Things Page #2

This draws a few laughs from the kids, a couple of thin smiles

from Sam and Gloria. And none at all from Ray Duquette.

EXT. AUDITORIUM - DAY

The kids change classes. Sam, Ray and Gloria CROSS the grass.

The kids swarm past. A pair of girls flash by.

CAROLE:

Have a nice weekend, Mr. Lombardo.

SAM:

Hey, Carole, you too. And be good.

CAROLE:

(beneath a pouty look)

I hate to be good.

The three adults ENTER an old wooden building.

INT. BUILDING - DAY

SAM:

This is one of the original buildings.

We have the offices here now.

The walls are paneled in wood, decorated with framed photographs.

Gloria stops before one of the photos.

ANGLE ON PHOTOGRAPH

An old black-and-white, with that sepia caste harkening back to

another age.

A handsome young man of perhaps 14 stands at the helm of a boat

under sail. His hair is swept back, his eyes fixed upon an

unseen horizon. There is something in this boy's pose, in the

line of his jaw, in the clarity of his gaze, as if what he has

fixed upon is the future itself.

GLORIA:

Anybody in particular?

When no one answers, she turns to find Sam at her side. He

stares at the picture, then looks at Gloria.

SAM:

Sam Lombardo. The first. Class of

'Forty-Two

(beat)

My father.

Gloria does a slow double-take, looking from Sam to the photo and

back again.

VOICE (0.S.)

Can't seem to get rid of the Lombardos

around here.

Sam and the detectives turn as a professorial-looking guy in a

baggy brown suit (ART MADDOX) arrives on the scene.

SAM:

Art. Say hello to Detectives Perez and

Duquette.

(to the cops)

Art Maddox. A fellow guidance counselor.

Art and the detectives shake hands.

ART:

So, did you set 'em all straight on the

ugly facts of life?

SAM:

I have the feeling, they got it down

already. They're a step ahead of us,

Artie.

Gloria seems to find this amusing. Ray stands at her side, looks

at Sam. Sam feels it, makes eye contact with Ray -- a beat -- at

which point, Ray puts a hand on Gloria's back.

RAY:

I've got that two o'clock in town.

GLORIA:

(nodding)

Back to the land of grownups.

The detectives shake hands once more with San and Art.

SAM:

(to Gloria)

If old pictures interest you, come back

some time, there's quite a collection

down in the pagoda. I'll see you get a

proper tour.

GLORIA:

(smiling)

I'd like that.

Ray opens a door for her. The detectives pass through it.

Art claps Sam on the shoulder, then walks off down the hallway.

Sam remains near the doors, watching as...

ANGLE ON THE DRIVE LEADING TO THE SCHOOL

Ray and Gloria walk past half a dozen expensive cars -- Range

Rovers, Beamers and Mercedes, to a plain, white Ford Taurus,

which they get into and drive away.

EXT. BLUE BAY SCHOOL - LATER

Cheerleaders perform a sensual dance on the porch of a wooden

pagoda. A rugby team runs drills on the grass, as out on the

bay, six tiny racing sloops tack toward the docks.

ANGLE ON DOCKS:

As the sloops enter the narrow channel between the slips one

student from each boat jumps onto the dock where he or she sets

about tying off the boat.

Sam is on one of the boats. Jimmy Leach is at the rudder.

SAM:

(loud enough to be heard

by his class)

Okay, you guys. Good work. Now coil

those dock lines and I'll see you all on

Monday.

He watches his class clamber up the docks. His eye falls upon

the pagoda, the dancing cheerleaders -- Kelly Van Ryan in

work-out tights -- bare arms reaching for the sky.

EXT. SCHOOL DOCKS - SAM & JIMMY - LATER

hosing down boats, stowing sails. They look up as...

A HUGE POWER BOAT glides past. The docks rock in its wake.

JIMMY:

All right. I could party on that.

Sam just laughs at him.

SAM:

That's about all it's good for.

(beat)

That's the one to have.

He points to a beautiful triple-masted schooner headed out of the

bay, under sail.

SAM:

The Windward Passage. I crewed on that

one summer.

(beat)

Long time ago.

He pulls his eyes from the boat, sets about coiling a line.

JIMMY:

You know, I want to thank you for

getting me into this class... No way was

my old man going to spring for the

fees...

SAM:

Hey, you're working for it.

(beneath a laugh)

Least you're supposed to be.

He tosses Jimmy the coiled line. Jimmy's caught off-guard, but

catches it at the last second, then shares the laugh with Sam.

VOICE (O.S.)

Can I play too? Or is it just for boys?

Sam and Jimmy turn to find Kelly Van Ryan at the far end of the

dock. She's fresh from cheerleader practice, in a white blouse

knotted at the bottom to REVEAL a flat, tanned stomach; open at

the top to REVEAL the swelling of her breasts. She favors Sam

with a coy smile.

KELLY:

So who's washing your car this weekend,

Mr. Lombardo?

(off Sam's blank look)

The senior car wash, remember?

(beat)

Tamara's making a schedule. She said

you bought a coupon but you're not on

anybody's list.

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