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    VANITY
    Damn you — I’ll kill you.

    She starts throwing stones. He laughs,
    blasts up the path–

    VANITY
    (screaming)
    You prick! Are you sick?! Is
    this some kind of ritual —
    getting your kicks! How many
    girls have you done this to?

    ACCESS ROAD

    He blazes up the embankment, SAILS
    through the air, drops expertly onto the
    road. He fishtails to a slick stop.
    Vanity is by the lake, flailing about,
    throwing things, trying to get into her
    boots–

    VANITY
    Bastard!

    He laughs heartily, wants to kid her,
    rides down the road as if he’s leaving.
    Having his fun, he slows, turns to go
    back …

    …his smile dissolves instantly.
    Vanity is in the middle of the road,
    flagging down a small PICKUP TRUCK. She
    hops in, slams the door. The truck
    peels out, bears down upon him. He
    gesticulates his arms wildly — wants
    to explain–

    PRINCE
    Hey …

    But the truck streaks past — Vanity’s
    look is cold, triumphant.

    (30) INT. CLUB (1ST AVE. ST. BAR) — NIGHT

    MUSIC. The CLUB is PACKED! THE MODERN