Lake Placid Page #6

KELLY:

Well.

(admits)

At wakes.

KEOUGH:

This is a little different.

KELLY:

I can look at dead things.

And Daniels is about to pull the sheet back--

KELLY (CONT'D)

Wait.

She takes a breath.

KELLY (CONT'D)

Okay.

And Daniels peels back the sheet. Kelly strains to disguise her

extreme horror. Finally--

KELLY (CONT'D)

(fighting off nausea)

This... how long did this attack go

on for?

KEOUGH:

Seconds. Three, four.

KELLY:

And this is how he came to the

boat?

KEOUGH:

Yes.

KELLY:

Okay.

(then)

And is there a place nearby I could

go to vomit?

OFF this, we:

CUT TO:

EXT. INDIGO MAINE - DAY

It's a small, almost tiny town; general store, post office, fire

station. Kelly and Keough are in front of the general store

loading supplies into a van, across the street in front of the

Sheriff's Department.

KEOUGH:

Nobody lives within twenty-five

miles, 'cept some old couple who

live right on the lake. Teenagers

trek in every once in a while, none

have disappeared, and none have

spotted anything unusual.

KELLY:

You talk to the married couple?

KEOUGH:

Not yet.

KELLY:

What kind of backup do we have?

KEOUGH:

We?

That strikes a nerve.

KELLY:

(defensive)

What?

KEOUGH:

Sorry. I'm just a little unclear

as to why the Museum of Natural

History would send somebody here.

KELLY:

You have a thing against museums?

KEOUGH:

I got nothing against--

KELLY:

Ever even been in one?

He stares back. Then picks up a huge cannon-like gun. As he

loads it--

KELLY:

What is that?

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