Rough Diamonds Page #6

MR. BARAJAS

Four months is not a delay. It's a

disaster.

JAY:

You have my word, Mr. Barajas, the

building is almost finished. Just give me

a week, two tops.

Barajas nods to Cicatriz, who moves in on Jay with lightning

quickness, holds a Razor sharp KNIFE against his thumb.

MR. BARAJAS

We are long past the negotiation stage.

Cicatriz runs the steel blade across Jay's thumb. Marie has to

cover her mouth from screaming as she sees a trickle of blood

stain the spotless white carpet.

MR. BARAJAS (CONT'D)

For every day the building goes

unfinished, we'll take a finger...

A sinister grin stretches across Cicatriz's lips.

CICATRIZ:

Pray, Mr. Clifford, you finish before the

eleventh day...

And with that the Cuban men head to the door. Marie scrambles

away, her heart pounding...

She's halfway down the hallway when Mr. Barajas and Cicatriz exit

Jay's study. She turns, tries to look innocent as the Cuban

'businessmen' stare her down.

.

Jay appears in the doorway, sweat cascading from his brow.

JAY:

Marie! Shouldn't you be with your

friends?

"Wild Things 3" 03/22/2004 13.

MARIE:

I was just...

Cicatriz takes a step towards her.

JAY:

(to Marie)

I'll be right there. With your gift...

just... wait outside, OK?

Marie backs away, never taking her eyes off the intimidating Cuban

men...

EXT. CLIFFORD MANSION - AFTERNOON

Marie stumbles down the lawns, past the semi-clad partygoers, in a

daze, as she takes hits from the bottle of champagne.

Jenny and the dive team wait by the dock, and welcome their lost

sheep with open arms.

JENNY:

So? Did you get the key? Are you Blue

Bay's richest b*tch?

Marie's thoughts are drowned out by the ROAR of a powerful engine.

All attention turns to a rusted MOTORCYCLE as it streaks across

the verdant lawns, leaving a spray of MUD in its wake.

And atop the bike... Elena, in skintight leathers.

JENNY:

Holy sh*t, who invited her?

Marie's slightly drunken eyes narrow. Elena brings the bike to a

screeching halt inches from the surprised guests. The ultimate

partycrasher...

MARIE:

This is a private party...

ELENA:

Don't mind me. I ain't here for your

stupid party.

She's striding towards the Mansion, towards Jay who's standing at

the patio doors, an exquisitely wrapped present in his hands.

MARIE:

Get the hell outta here! NOW!

Marie stumbles after Elena, grabbing her from behind, holding her

back. There's a tense moment before...

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