Lake Placid Page #7

KEOUGH:

Lightweight Forward Area air device

unit. Whatever's out there, one

shot with this and he's dead.

KELLY:

(incredulous)

And you stock these things for

what, to fend off Russia?

A beat.

KEOUGH:

You're sort of a rude person.

KELLY:

It's just that--

Suddenly, like a shot, Kelly's arm jerks up as she jet sprays a

white fog from a can of Yard Guard. Keough holds a look at her.

KELLY (CONT'D)

Mosquitos. I have a thing about

mosquitos.

Upon which a sport utility vehicle pulls up, it's marked "Maine

Fish And Game". Jack Wells emerges, Kelly's eyes scan him like

radar.

JACK:

We set?

KEOUGH:

Ready.

(re Kelly; dry)

A museum in New York sent us some

additional back up.

Kelly shoots Keough a look. Then:

KELLY:

Kelly Scott.

JACK:

Jack Wells. A museum sent you?

KELLY:

Are we all museum bigots in Maine?

Jack holds a look, decides to let that pass.

JACK:

Did you make anything of the tooth?

KELLY:

Yes, it did seem prehistoric but

I'm sure he just carried the thing

for luck. Not that it worked,

obviously. It probably somehow got

lodged into his body.

Jack holds another look.

KELLY (CONT'D)

Why are you staring at me?

(to Keough)

Do I have a smudge on my face, it

would be so you not to have told

me.

Keough also lets that pass.

KEOUGH:

(to Jack)

I'm ready when you are.

JACK:

Let's go.

As they start out, Kelly grabs Jack by the arm.

KELLY:

Excuse me. One other thing, it's

a small point, but... I have a

thing about being humored, and I'm

feeling humored, more by him, but

you seemed quick to join in.

JACK:

Ma'am, your first impression isn't

going well.

As JANINE POST, sixteen, flirtatious little vixen, steps up.

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