Wild Things Page #2

Sam turns to the wings, his hand out to welcome the visitors...

RAY DUQUETTE, mid-thirties, with the lanky build of a light

heavyweight, walks out onto the stage. He's dressed in a dark

suit, dark hair combed straight back above steel-rimmed glasses.

GLORIA PEREZ walks at his side. She's a good six inches shorter

than Ray, with a sweet face. Attractive but no stunner.

About five kids applaud. Ray takes the podium.

RAY:

Thank you for having us. We'll each

talk for ten or fifteen minutes, then

open it up to your questions...

IN THE AUDIENCE:

Suzie Toller suddenly gets to her feet. As she passes behind

Jimmy, we HEAR her VOICE, beneath her breath.

SUZIE:

I'm not going to listen to this

jack-off.

She marches down the aisle and bangs out the rear door..

Ray pauses, a dark look on his face, then goes on...

RAY:

Let's begin with a question. What is a

sex crime?

A moment.

JIMMY:

Not getting any.

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.

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