Wild Things Page #3

Sam smiles, remembering.

SAM:

Well, you know. Figured I'd buy a

Washing ticket, support the effort.

That old Jeep of mine's kind of a waste

of time, don't you think?

Sam places the coiled hose on top of a locker then starts up the

dock, Jimmy at his side. Kelly falls in with then.

KELLY:

Not at all. How about if Nicole and I

do it? We're working as a team.

Sam just looks at her. She looks back -- big, pleading eyes.

SAM:

Okay, try me on Sunday. I'm going out

to the Everglades on Saturday. You guys

can wash the mud off.

KELLY:

Deal.

(beat)

You know, I just looked out front. My

ride wasn't there. You suppose you

could give me one?

Sam doesn't answer right away. He looks toward the school.

KELLY (CONT'D)

You wouldn't want me to walk, would you?

I mean like, something bad might happen.

Sam hesitates, momentarily at a loss, then turns to Jimmy, who

seems to regard Kelly with something akin to physical pain.

SAM:

What about you, Jimbo, you need a ride?

JIMMY:

(still looking at Kelly)

What?

SAM:

A ride. You want one?

JIMMY:

Yeah. But I got my bike.

EXT. BLUE BAY SCHOOL - DAY

Sam's Jeep rolls out of the drive, Jimmy's bike in back, meaning

that Jimmy and Kelly are squeezed into the passenger seat, which

is fine with Jimmy. Kelly's thigh is pressed against his. His

arm pushes against her breast. Kelly is not so happy.

As they near the school's entrance, they come upon a beat-to-sh*t

VW bug -- stalled at a stop sign.

A John Deere tractor mower sits nearby. A groundsman -- a tall

black guy with a shaved head, waits at the wheel of the bug as...

Suzie Toller -- in black platform shoes, a T-shirt and cutoff

jeans, leans over the engine, fiddling with the car's linkage.

Sam pulls up next to the bug and stops.

SAM:

We got room for one more, Suzie. You

need a ride?

Kelly rolls her eyes as Suzie turns to look at them.

KELLY:

Jesus. Where'd she get those shoes?

Whores-4-Less?

Suzie's eyes go cold. She signals the groundsman, who turns the

key. The CAR SPLUTTERS to life. Suzie flashes a smile, then

sticks out her tongue -- which has been pierced by a silver stud.

KELLY (CONT'D)

That's cute.

Suzie gives her the finger. Sam makes eye contact with Suzie,

offers a sad smile, while putting the Jeep in gear.

KELLY (CONT'D)

(to Suzie)

I hope you swallow it.

Jimmy turns, waving to Suzie as the Jeep pulls away.

EXT. UPSCALE NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

Magnificent old mansions occupy five-acre bay-front parcels amid

lush, tropical settings.

Sam's Jeep stops before a pair of gates with the words "VAN RYAN"

woven into their wrought-iron design. Beyond the gates a long

drive leads toward a huge stone house. Kelly jumps out, punches

in a code. The gates swing open.

KELLY:

Don't forget the car wash.

SAM:

I won't.

SANDRA VAN RYAN, Kelly's mom, big, sexy, aggressive, a young 42

in a string bikini, comes out from the side of the house. When

she sees the Jeep, she starts down the drive.

Kelly waves to Sam, then walks up the drive. When she sees her

mother coming toward her, her face hardens.

SANDRA:

Is that Sam Lombardo?

KELLY:

(sarcastic)

Hi, Mon.

SANDRA:

Sam! Hi!

Sam has already hung a U.

Sandra comes through the gate and up to the Jeep.

Jimmy is checking her out. All eyes.

SANDRA (CONT'D)

(to Sam; as if Jimmy

wasn't even there)

What? You're going to drive off without

even saying hi?

SAM:

Hi, Sandy.

SANDRA:

Why don't you come in, have a drink?

SAM:

Can't. Got a passenger.

Sandra looks down her nose at Jimmy.

SANDRA:

He can wait.

Sam glances past her, to Kelly, who stands languidly at the front

of the house, watching.

SAM:

I can't, Sandy. I've got to run.

SANDRA:

I'll bet.

(then, softening)

Look, Sam. Why don't you come by this

weekend. We'll take the boat out...

SAM:

(cutting her off)

Sorry, Sandy. I've got plans.

SANDRA:

What? Running over alligators with that

silly swamp jalopy when you could be

sailing a real boat...

SAM:

Swamp's where it's at, Sandy. Gives you

a look into the muck we all crawled out

of. You ought to try it some time.

Sandra gives him a hard stare, then marches off toward the house.

CLOSE ON KELLY:

still at the door, a cold smile on her face.

FADE TO:

EXT. SUBURBAN CUL-DE-SAC - DAY

Neat little stucco houses -- some not so neat -- simmer in

tropical heat.

A BMW Z-3 Roadster stops at the head of the cul-de-sac. Nicole

is driving. Kelly sits beside her.

NICOLE:

This is it?

Kelly looks at a pad of paper, nods.

KELLY:

Four-thirty-seven.

They pass a couple of teenagers playing basketball in a driveway,

a guy mowing his yard.

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