Wild Things Page #5

SAM:

Sly old f***er. How you got so big,

wasn't it?

Sam sits for a moment in the silence. He pulls a pair of

binoculars from beneath his seat and looks through them.

ANGLE ON HORIZON

All we SEE is a shabby collection of whitewashed buildings

shimmering in the last long light of afternoon.

Sam watches for some time. At last he lowers the binoculars,

revs up his engine and leaves.

ANGLE ON SAM'S BOAT

as it moves away, as SEEN from water level where...

The old gator has risen once more -- just the eyes -- a cold

primordial intelligence, gazing out, unblinking across the murky

waters of the swamp.

EXT. SAM'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Sam's Wrangler pulls in next to Barbara's Mercedes. The Jeep is

muddy once more. So is Sam. He gets out.

INT. SAM'S HOUSE - SAME

Sam ENTERS. The house is dark.

SAM:

Barbara?

Nothing. Me CROSSES the living room and starts down the hallway,

where a faint light issues from beneath the bedroom door.

INT. BEDROOM - SAME

Sam opens the door. He hears the SOUND of RUNNING WATER. He

walks across the room and into the bathroom.

INT. BATHROOM - SAME

Clouded mirrors, a shower stall full of. steam. Behind the glass

door we SEE an indistinct shape, moving about in the hot water.

Sam opens the shower door. The steam clears to REVEAL Barbara's

gorgeous athletic body.

BARBARA:

It's hot in here, just the way you like

it.

She grabs his shirt, pulling him into the shower's flow. They

kiss. She pulls his shirt open, loosens his pants. His clothes

fall away. Sam pushes her up against the tile wall, hard. She

holds to his shoulders, nails sinking into his flesh, wrapping

her legs around his hips as...

The water, dark with swamp mud, spirals down the drain.

EXT. VAN RYAN ESTATE - NIGHT

Kelly Van Ryan sits on the dock, looking back toward the huge

stone house, where...

A YELLOW LIGHT burns in one of the upstairs windows.

Kelly has a shotgun laid across her knees. Slowly, she raises

the gun, pointing at the yellow window.

She holds it there for some time, then, softly, to herself...

KELLY:

Bang...

INT. MASTER BEDROOM - VAN RYAN ESTATE - NEXT DAY

Sunlight streams through open windows, mingling with loud sighs

of pleasure... Sandra Van Ryan on top of FRANKIE CONDO, a big,

buffed-out Cuban. They're making love on the bed. She throws

her head back -- an explosion of hair -- gasps -- an orgasm is

near, as...

A cordless PHONE RINGS on the night table. They try to ignore

it. No dice. Sandra groans, finally pulling away.

SANDRA:

Goddamnit!

(she answers)

Hello.

COMPUTER VOICE (V.O.)

Hello, this is the attendance office at

Blue Bay School. Your son or daughter

is absent today, Monday...

SANDRA:

Jesus H. Christ!

She hangs up hard. Sits on the edge of the bed.

FRANKIE:

What?

Sandra waves him off. She pulls on a T-shirt, then grabs up the

phone once more, punching in a number.

INT. SAM'S OFFICE - BLUE BAY SCHOOL - DAY

Desk, files, a terrarium full of swamp lizards, above which a

photo of the Windward Passage decorates the wall. There's a

Waterford bowl on the desk -- etched with "Sam Lombardo -- Blue

Bay Educator of the Year."

Sam is working on the computer. The PHONE RINGS. He answers.

SAM:

Counseling.

XNTERCUT - SANDRA/SAM PHONE CONVERSATION

Sandra seated on the bed, one long leg tucked beneath her.

SANDRA:

Sam, Sandy Van Ryan.

Frankie's eyes go cold when he hears the word "Sam."

In his office, Sam pushes himself away from the computer,

stiffening noticeably.

SAM:

Sandy... What's up?

SANDRA:

Listen, Kelly skipped school. Have you

talked to her?

SAM:

No.

SANDRA:

Sh*t. Here we go again.

SAM:

Didn't you see her this morning?

SANDRA:

To tell you the truth, I haven't seen

her since Friday.

BOOM -- A SHOTGUN BLASTS outside Sandra's window. She jumps.

BOOM, BOOM -- more BLASTS. She jumps up to look outside.

SANDRA'S POV - KELLY

stands at the edge of the bay, launching skeet then blasting them

high above the water.

BACK TO SCENE:

SANDRA (CONT'D)

Never mind. I found her.

(a long beat)

Listen, Sam. It was good seeing you the

other day.

(beat)

I haven't found anyone else can handle

the Jonathan like you can.

She glances at Frankie -- who has heard enough. He gives her a

long hard look, then rolls from the bed to walk from the room.

Sam remains silent, watching the lizards with their blank,

unblinking eyes.

SANDRA (CONT'D)

Look. I know you're seeing Barbara

Baxter. So what?

SAM:

So maybe I'm a one-woman man.

Sandra laughs.

SANDRA:

Right.

(beat)

You really think you're gonna get one of

these Blue Bay women to marry you?

Sandra pauses to laugh once more.

SANDRA (CONT'D)

Grab a clue, Sam. You're a hired hand

around here. Enjoy it while it lasts.

SAM:

Goodbye, Sandra.

Sam puts down the phone, looks at it -- a long moment as -- the

barest hint of a smile plays upon his face.

Sandra slams down her phone. She looks to the bay, to the sleek

racing sloop floating beyond the private dock.

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