Wild Things Page #8

RAY:

That would make it about the time of her

old man's suicide. You don't think that

could explain some erratic behavior?

GLORIA:

All I'm saying is, I think we should go

slow here.

Hunter puts his hands together, thinking. He looks from Ray to

Gloria, than back to Ray.

HUNTER:

I want a full-scale investigation.

GLORIA:

You know what that will mean for

Lombardo.

HUNTER:

I don't care. You heard that girl's

statement. I think he's dirty. Get me

a case.

Gloria and Ray watch as Hunter gets up and leaves the room.

GLORIA:

Well you were a big help. You know

what's going to happen if we go

full-bore on this.

Ray looks at the screen.

RAY:

It's our job, Gloria.

GLORIA:

Hunter's making it our job because

Sandra Van Ryan's got a bug up his ass.

You know that as well as I do.

(beat)

We're gonna trash this guy's life and I

keep asking myself if it's really

necessary.

Ray thinks this over. He continues to study the screen.

CLOSE ON SCREEN - KELLY'S FACE

RAY (0.S.)

Yeah, well, maybe you're wrong about

him. Maybe he's got it coming.

BEGIN MONTAGE - INVESTIGATION

EXT. CUL-DE-SAC - DAY

Ray takes notes, talks with neighbors, kids, lawn mower man.

EXT. BLUE BAY SCHOOL - DRIVEWAY - DAY

Gloria talks with students -- Jimmy, Nicole, others.

INT. SAM'S OFFICE - DAY

Sam sits at his desk, toying with a pencil. He watches students

pass -- no smiles, no waves, an occasional dark look.

Through the press of students Sam sees Art at the door of his

office. The two men look at one another. At which point...

Gloria, followed by Ray, steps INTO SCENE. The detectives shake

hands with Art. As Art turns to close the door, Sam falls within

his line of vision. Art looks away. The door swings shut.

EXT. BLUE BAY SCHOOL DOCKS - LATER

The sky has begun to color. Art Maddox stands on the grass at

the end of the channel separating the slips, watching as...

A lone sailboat tacks toward the school.

ANGLE ON BOAT - SAM & JIMMY

Sam drops his sail, leaving himself just enough momentum to

cruise expertly into the little channel then into the slip.

Art watches as Jimmy jumps from the boat, ties it off.

SAM:

That's good, Jimbo. I'll see you on

Monday.

Jimmy hesitates, he wants to say something. Sam waves him off.

Jimmy gives Art a hard look and heads for the grass.

SAM (CONT'D)

(to Art, nodding after

Jimmy)

What's left of my sailing class.

Art studies the dock between his feet.

SAM (CONT'D)

Talk to me Artie.

ART:

Kelly Van Ryan...

SAM:

... is accusing me of rape. Jimmy told

me. Apparently I'm the last to know...

ART:

Sam... I...

(a long beat)

Sandra Van Ryan's been on the horn with

every member of the school board all day

long. She's pushing for suspension...

SAM:

This is insane.

Art shakes his head.

ART:

All I can tell you Sam, is hang in

there. They clear you of this mess, you

get reinstated, with back pay...

SAM:

That's great. I'll just tell my

creditors I'm not a rapist. No

problem... Sh*t.

(beat)

I can't believe the board's going to act

without even hearing my side of it.

ART:

The Van Ryan family created Blue Bay.

They built the school... Sandra Van Ryan

calls up the board and says kiss my ass,

they say, left, right, or in the middle.

(beat)

You're gonna need some help on this one,

Sam. You're gonna need a lawyer, and

he'd better be a good one.

EXT. STRIP MALL - DAY

Typical of its kind -- a Blockbuster Video, a 7-Eleven, half a

dozen small businesses, one of which, sandwiched between a donut

shop and the Mongolian Beef Bowl, bears the sign: "KEN BOWDEN --

ATTORNEY AT LAW."

INT. WAITING ROOM - DAY

Sam sits in a cramped waiting room, leafing through a magazine.

An attractive young SECRETARY sits a few feet away, behind her

desk. Her PHONE RINGS. She picks it up, then turns to Sam,

favoring him with a flirtatious smile.

SECRETARY:

Mr. Bowden will see you now.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

Ken Bowden, a slightly oily-looking young man in a nice suit and

a large, padded neck brace, rises to shake Sam's hand.

KEN:

Sam, hey, it's been a while.

(beat)

Looked for you at the ten year reunion.

You missed out. Three days at the

Disneyworld Hotel... Partied ourselves

silly.

Sam nods.

KEN (CONT'D)

Couple of your old flames were there.

You remember Jill, with the knockers.

Ken holds his hands out in front of his chest.

KEN (CONT'D)

Blew up like the Goodyear blimp.

Sam forces a smile.

KEN (CONT'D)

But check this...

SAM:

(interrupting)

Ken. I'm in some trouble. I need an

attorney and you're the only one I know.

So I figured I'd start here.

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