Lake Placid Page #3

MYRA OKUBO:

Thirties, standing mortified; the woman who tapped her shoulder.

CUT TO:

EXT. NEW YORK CITY - DAY

Kelly and Okubo emerge from the movie theater.

KELLY:

What do you expect, mugging me from

behind?

OKUBO:

I tapped you.

KELLY:

Well you shouldn't have. How did

you even know where I was.

OKUBO:

(sarcastic)

Wild guess.

KELLY:

I don't like to be scared, Myra, I

have a thing about fright, don't

ever scare me.

OKUBO:

Kevin told me you were upset.

KELLY:

Really? I never realized he was so

psychic, how could he detect that,

did he tell you there's somebody

else?

OKUBO:

(sheepish)

Well... he didn't have to tell me

that part.

Kelly freezes. Stares at her. Then:

KELLY:

You?

OKUBO:

It started before you, Kelly, I

never would've--

KELLY:

You?

OKUBO:

It was just a quick thing which we

thought was over, and and...

KELLY:

You and Kevin.

OKUBO:

It wasn't suppose to happen, I

don't know what to say...

A beat.

KELLY:

You don't know what to say, lucky

for you action speaks louder than

words.

OKUBO:

Kelly--

KELLY:

I'm not upset, Myra, okay. I just

never thought of you as a y'know...

OKUBO:

Backstabber?

KELLY:

(don't be silly)

No.

OKUBO:

Liar?

KELLY:

(c'mon)

Myra.

OKUBO:

Shitbutt?

KELLY:

I really... I should get back.

And Kelly peels off to go on her way. Bumps into a Pedestrian.

She then gives him an angry shove, under--

KELLY (CONT'D)

(to the pedestrian)

Don't f*** with me!

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