Onto today's joint from A DISH BEST KILLED, where the plot more than thickens, it congeals.
Where D-movie starlet Haven Crayce hatches her murderous plan with her illicit lesbian lover/personal trainer Jett Targo ...
Who accepts the challenge.
INT. HOUSEBOAT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Jett goes to the bar. Looks at the framed pictures of Dart
with various Hollywood stars of old.
DART AND CARY GRANT
playing golf. Cary and GRACE KELLY watch him put.
WITH JANE GREER
directing her and Robert Mitchum.
She’s behind the wheel of a big Cadillac.
He’s got a gun. They’re all laughing.
DART AND FRANK SINATRA
at a swanky nightclub in Vegas with Dean, Sammy, Joey and Peter.
Watching him blow out birthday candles on a big cake.
IN DART’S BEDROOM
he lies in bed, eyes closed.
Haven’s arm is under the covers,
slowly going up and down.
Her face a dark storm cloud.
'Hand job,' indeed.
IN THE MAIN CABIN
Jett goes to a cabinet. Opens a door, revealing --
An OSCAR. 'Best Director.'
Coated with a thin layer of dust.
She gingerly picks it up. Blows on it. Raises it up.
Does an arm curl. Stops. Looks at her reflection in the glass.
I’d like to thank the Academy --
Thank god you’re still here.
Jett quickly puts the Oscar back, embarrassed.
Sorry, I --
You know how many times I’ve wanted to
smash him over the head with that goddamn Oscar?
You shouldn’t -- say things like that.
You shouldn’t do a lot of things, Jett.
But it’s all I can think about.
I have to get out of here. I’m going insane.
(goes to Jett, grabs her)
He’s rich, Jett. Filthy, stinking rich.
Think about what you and I could do with all that money.
Go away somewhere. Start a new life.
Be together. Be happy.
(tears in her eyes)
I haven’t been happy in a long time, Jett.
And then I met you.
And then everything started to fall into place.
I could see daylight after so much darkness.
So much darkness --
Haven buries her face in Jett’s chest. Softly sobs.
Jett comforts her. Looks around the room. Clearly confused.
So -- how much is he worth?
(pulls away, excited)
Then you’ll do it?
A few million. He’s got about --
eight hundred thousand in the bank.
Eight hundred thousand?
So you’ll do it?
I need to -- think about it.
But Haven won’t take no for an answer.
She slides off her top.
Presses her chest against Jett’s.
Sucks on her ear.
Please, Jett. I need you.
Don’t you want to be with me?
Y-yes -- I do --
(kisses her neck)
Aren’t you tired of training fat, rich, yuppie assholes?
Haven’s hand slides down to Jett’s zipper. Slowly rubs it.
And do you want me to keep JERKING OFF the sonofabitch?
Of course not!
Then will you do it? For me?
(closes her yes)
I’ll do it.
I’ll do it.
Haven SQUEEZES Jett, embraces her.
Ohmigod, YES. Thank you, baby. Thank you.
But it has to be perfect.
We have to plan this carefully.
Everything is at stake.
One little mistake --
We’ll be careful.
(realizes, looks at watch)
Oh, shit -- I’ve got another client.
I’m going to be LATE.
Then go, baby. I’ll see you -- tomorrow?
(goes to the door)
We’re -- really doing this.
Jett smiles. Turns.
And she’s gone.