Lake Placid Page #4

And off she goes. The Pedestrian and Okubo exchange a look.

CUT TO:

EXT. LAKE - DAY

Coroner's ambulance. Walt's covered body is being loaded, as

JACK WELLS, Fish and Game, thirty, emerges from his truck. He

approaches the body. Lifts up the sheet. Stares a beat in

disbelief. Turns to Keough.

JACK:

What did this?

OFF Keough, we:

CUT TO:

INT. MUSEUM - DAY

Kelly's in her office, working at her desk. Kevin enters.

KEVIN:

Hey.

KELLY:

Kevin. How's it going, what's

happenin', family good, great, nice

to catch up, get out.

KEVIN:

This is business.

(then)

There was an accident in Maine,

some guy got killed by something in

a lake. Probably a bear, but...

they found a tooth.

KELLY:

A tooth?

KEVIN:

A tooth they say couldn't have come

from any bear. They say it looks

prehistoric. Like maybe a

dinosaur.

KELLY:

(without looking up)

Oh, well then I'm sure that's it,

he got killed by a dinosaur,

anything else?

KEVIN:

I want you to go there.

Now she looks up.

KELLY:

Sorry?

KEVIN:

I'm sure it's nothing, but you're

a paleontologist, this is what we

do, I--

KELLY:

This is what we do?

KEVIN:

I'd like you to check out this

lake. See--

KELLY:

Are you on drugs?

KEVIN:

Kelly--

KELLY:

I'm not going to Maine, I won't

even go west of Forty-third Street--

KEVIN:

Part of our research--

KELLY:

I'm not even a field person.

KEVIN:

Well on this one I'd like you to

be.

Kelly stares back. The nickle drops.

KELLY:

This was Myra's idea, wasn't it?

Get me out of the office for a few

days, until--

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