Wild Things

FADE IN:

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INTERCUT -- QUICK FLASH-FORWARDS

INSIDE A STEAMY SHOWER -- A wet naked woman and man wrapped

around each other in ecstasy -- legs, arms, hair, mouths.

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Moonlight reflects on a vehicle's shiny surface. FISTS THUD into

flesh. O.S. -- a man slams of the hood, rebounds away.

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LOVERS -- caught in FREEZE-FRAMES of green neon -- off, on, off,

on -- like a strobe's instant-images -- of gasping, tough sex.

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ON A GLEAMING POOL DECK of black-and-white tile -- two women in

soaked, clinging clothes -- fight -- hands squeeze a throat.

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A SCREAM -- a sickening hollow THWACK -- an arc of blood, two

teeth fall on dark stone.

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GUNSHOTS -- Blood sprays across the glass of a picture frame --

obscures the photo inside.

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THE SURFACE OF A SPARKLING SEA -- a distant emerald island. A

40-foot sloop APPEARS -- shapes on deck -- we are about to SEE --

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SHARKS -- underwater -- rip something into a bloody cloud.

END MAIN TITLES.

FADE TO:

EXT. BLUE BAY SCHOOL - DAY

A place of money and privilege. White coral buildings surround

an open yard. Tile roofs rise among banyan trees and banana

palms, shimmering before a blue blaze of sky.

Beyond the yard is the school's playing field and beyond that the

waters of Biscayne Bay, dappled in sunlight where the sloops of

the school's sailing class bob at their moorings.

For a moment all is quiet. Then, faintly, the HUM of many

VOICES, rising and falling, LAUGHTER.

The CAMERA PANS to the open windows of a building somewhat larger

than the others. The SOUNDS grow louder.

INT. BLUE BAY AUDITORIUM - DAY

A hundred high school kids sit before a raised, hardwood stage.

The students are not unlike the campus, radiant, well-tended -- a

veritable sea of adolescent sexuality -- bronze boys who seem to

have just come from the boats or tennis courts -- girls in tight

shorts riding high up shapely thighs, as...

SAM LOMBARDO strolls out onto the stage. The man is thirtyish,

drop-dead handsome. Dressed not that differently from the kids,

in an Izod polo shirt, khakis and boat shoes.

His entrance has an effect upon the audience, particularly upon

the girls.

KAREN and JANELLE, 16, pretty blondes, whisper then giggle.

NICOLE, a dark-eyed beauty, 17 but going on 25, watches Sam's

walk, then turns to the girl at her side...

KELLY VAN RYAN, 17, a fully-developed knockout.

NICOLE:

When we graduate the only thing I'm

going to miss is...

(with a nod to the stage)

Know what I mean?

Kelly's eyes are locked on Sam. Nicole has to nudge her.

NICOLE (CONT'D)

Kelly?

KELLY:

(still staring)

Oh yeah.

Sam is at the podium. He looks out across the audience. There

are a couple of flirtatious whistles, laughter. Sam smiles,

silencing them with a wave of his hand.

SAM:

We've come to the halfway point in my

senior seminars...

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