Fatal Instinct Page #4

Ned cuffs Milo's hands behind him... spins him around.

NED:

You have the right to remain silent...

next... if you waive that right,

anything you say... next...

REVEAL ARCH:

holding up a series of "cue cards"... as Ned reads from them.

NED:

...may be used against you in a court

of law... next... You have the right

to an attorney... Do you have an

attorney?

MILO:

Nahhhh!

NED:

Then today's your lucky day...

He flips out a business card, handing it to Milo.

ANGLE - THE BUSINESS CARD

It reads... "Ned Ravine - Defense Attorney"

EXT. NED'S HOUSE - DAWN

Large. Expensive. Impressive. The name on the mailbox reads

"Ned and Lana Ravine."

We begin to HEAR the O.S. SOUND of passionate lovemaking!

OMIT:

Sequence omitted from original script.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HOUSE - DAWN

The CAMERA MOVES up the stairs, into the bedroom. Still O.S.,

we hear more heavy breathing... urgent whispers... lust...

passion... squeaky bedsprings!

A trail of clothes is scattered before us on the way to the

bed... shoes, a dress, slip, bra, nylons, panties... greasy

coveralls with a "Frank Kelbo - Mobile Mechanic" namepatch,

dirty work boots, a wrench and a gigantic grease gun...

The bed shakes violently. A female VOICE calls the shots as

various tools drop to the floor.

LANA (O.S.)

Oh yes, Frank! Adjust the stroke by

ten percent! That's it.

(CLUNK! A wrench)

Now tweak my points. Oh yes, oh yes!

(THUNK! Pliers)

You got it! Stabilize your ball joints

and grind my rear differential!

(CLINK! Screwdriver)

Now accelerate! Floor it! Lay rubber,

baby! VRRROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!

A beat. The LIGHT clicks ON. LANA; a sexy redhead with a

cool, manipulative edge, and FRANK; a slick, smarmy Lothario,

lay under the sheets, panting, glistening with sweat.

Lana reaches for a pack of "Fatal 100's" on the bedside table.

LANA:

Not bad for an auto mechanic...

FRANK:

(grins, cocky)

Yeah, well you're not so bad

yourself... for a lawyer's wife...

LANA:

Better watch your tongue, sweetie,

or I'll have my husband arrest you.

FRANK:

Busy man. Cop and a lawyer. When

does he ever find time for you?

She lights a cigarette... exhales a soft, gloomy cloud.

LANA:

He doesn't. That's why I need you to

keep my engine tuned, Frank. Why

drive a jalopy when you can have a

hot rod?

FRANK:

Maybe you should trade him in on a

new model.

LANA:

I would... if I could make any money

on the deal.

FRANK:

(reaches for her)

Want to go for another test drive?

The SOUND of an automobile engine outside. Lana stops him.

LANA:

Pull over and park it, Frank. I'm

still under warranty.

EXT. NED'S HOUSE - MORNING

Ned glances at the white van parked in the driveway, then

takes note of his wife's silver Mercedes... sitting on floor

jacks, the hood raised, tools spread out around it.

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