Cruel Intentions Page #5

SEBASTIAN:

How are things down under? Blossoming I hope.

KATHRYN:

Cecile's attending Oakwood in the fall.

SEBASTIAN:

Outstanding.

CECILE:

What year are you in?

SEBASTIAN:

I'm what you would call a fifth year senior.

CECILE:

But I thought high school is only four years.

SEBASTIAN:

It is, unless you're a f*** up, like myself.

He winks at Cecile.

MRS. CALDWELL

I think we'll be going now.

(to Kathryn)

Thanks for all your help.

Kathryn stands and approaches Cecile.

KATHRYN:

I'll call you later and we'll get together

and plan your curriculum.

CECILE:

Thanks.

(to Sebastian)

Nice meeting you.

SEBASTIAN:

Ciao.

MRS. CALDWELL

Let's go, Cecile. Now!

Cecile follows Mrs. Caldwell out the door. Kathryn

closes the door behind them.

SEBASTIAN:

Do you care to tell me what Mrs. White-trash

and her stupid daughter are doing in my

house?

KATHRYN:

I'm just taking the poor girl under my wing.

Kathryn sits on the sofa next to Sebastian. She unscrews

her crucifix. The top part becomes a small spoon and the

bottom part a small vial of coke.

KATHRYN (cont'd)

The parental units called while you were out.

SEBASTIAN:

Lovely. How is your gold digging whore of a

mother enjoying Bali? Zipping through my

inheritance per usual?

KATHRYN:

Hopefully, though she suspects that your

decrepit alcoholic father is diddling the

maid.

Kathryn uses her crucifix as a coke-spoon and snorts a

bump.

KATHRYN (cont'd)

What's wrong with you today? Therapy not

going well?

SEBASTIAN:

It was fine.

He leaps off the sofa and starts to pace.

SEBASTIAN (cont'd)

I'm sick of sleeping with these insipid

Manhattan Debutantes.

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