Fatal Instinct Page #5

INT. HOUSE - THE KITCHEN - MORNING

Ned enters. Lana wears a diaphanous dressing gown, buttoned

unevenly, hair disheveled. She smokes a cigarette.

NED:

Morning sweetheart.

Ned kisses her on the back of the neck as he passes through

the kitchen on his way to the dining room. She reacts with

bored, contemptuous disinterest, picking up the coffee pot.

LANA:

Uh huh. Want some coffee?

Ned steps back into the kitchen with his briefcase.

NED:

No thanks.

Ned sees Frank sitting at the kitchen table, hair messed up,

coveralls hastily pulled on inside-out. Frank is reading a

copy of INSURANCE DIGEST magazine. A headline on the cover

touts an article: "LIFE INSURANCE FOR YOUR CAT!... Cover All

Nine Lives For The Price of One!" Ned's smile fades.

LANA:

Frank here was just grabbing a little

before going back to work on my car.

He steps over to the table... gives Frank a cool stare.

NED:

How long you been working on Lana's

Mercedes, Frank?

FRANK:

(shrugs)

Oh... I don't know... six, seven

weeks.

NED:

And ya still haven't found the

problem?

FRANK:

(a leering smile)

Think I got my finger on it though.

Ned turns to Lana.

NED:

I know what he's doing, Lana. I wasn't

born yesterday. He's not fixing your

car. He's SCREWING you!

Lana tenses up at this. Frank freezes. He figures they've

been busted. He sits there, holding the magazine, not moving

a muscle... as Ned turns on him.

NED:

YOU are screwing my wife! I can see

what your game is, Frank. You open

up her hood, poke around in there...

squirt some lubrication in... play

around with all her parts... then

take an old used piston and stick it

in... then pull it out... in, out,

in, out! Every day! There's no end

to it. You just keep coming and

COMING!... and the bill just gets

bigger and BIGGER!

Lana braces herself against the sink, breathless... turned

on by Ned's description. Ned goes to her, sympathetic.

NED:

But you don't see it, do you, Lana?

You're too good... too pure. You

can't see the evil in people like

him.

(turns to Frank)

Well, you're not getting away with

it, pal. I'm pulling the plug! You're

fired!

LANA:

(breathless)

Ned... don't you have to be somewhere?

NED:

(checks his watch)

Oh... yeah. Thanks, honey. I'm late

for court.

He goes to kiss her mouth and she turns her cheek to him. He

looks at her lovingly... touches her face tenderly.

NED:

You are so naive.

He picks up his briefcase, gives Frank a nasty look, then

exits thru the back door.

Lana and Frank stare at each other lustfully, really hot

now! Frank sweeps the dishes off the table with his arm.

Lana leaps into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He lays her down on the kitchen table, standing over her.

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