Right of Way 90
EXT. WOLF’S LAIR – NIGHT
A view of a second-story glass door and balcony. A woman backs up against the glass door, mashing her hair.
INT. WOLF’S LAIR BEDROOM - NIGHT
Tapping her head softly on the glass, Rachel stares numbly across the room at the bedroom door. The door inches open and then continues to open at intervals syncing with her tapping head.
SYDNEY
Are you decent?
RACHEL
No.
SYDNEY
Good.
(entering)
A girl like you never should be.
RACHEL
Get out.
SYDNEY
Calm down, dearie. What can I get you?
Rachel mumbles something that sounds like…
SYDNEY
Pizer? Me? You want me?
RACHEL
I said “father,” you asshole.
SYDNEY
(advancing)
You mean, His Dishonor, the mayor? The perilous “Peat Packer?”
Sydney fondles her behind the neck.
SYDNEY
Who’s your real daddy?
He kisses her forcefully on the lips. When he pulls away, she again begins tapping her head on the glass.
SYDNEY
All that training gone to waste.
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