Onto todays' juicy slice of A DISH BEST KILLED ... where D-movie starlet/murderess Haven Crayce's illicit secret lover, sheriff's deputy Trimmer Waltz, gets interviewed by homicide detective Cal Seely ... about the mysterious death of her husband, Dart ...
EXT. MARINA - SHERIFF’S SUBSTATION - DAY
An old, wooden shack at the edge of the pier.
The Sheriff’s skiff floats and bobs in the water nearby.
INT. SHERIFF’S SUBSTATION - DAY
Trimmer sits at his desk. Filling out a report.
Shitty 70’s ‘soft rock’ plays softly on a cheap boombox.
MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Entree, si vous plait.
Cal Seely ambles in. Perspiring in his overcoat.
You’re lookin’ at him.
Detective Sergeant Cal Seely, Homicide.
Please to meet you. Pull up a log.
(pulls out a cigar)
I like to stand. Mind if I smoke?
I’m allergic. Sorry.
That’s quite a stogie.
Freud would have a field day with THAT.
I’m investigating the death of Dart Crayce.
The film director, on the houseboat. Yes. Tragic.
(shakes his head)
His poor wife.
Yes. His poor, young wife --
Oh. Now listen, I’ve met her, she’s a nice lady.
No way she could have --
It’s a good motive. What was he -- 80 years old?
85, I think.
And I’m sure he was worth a lot of money.
All those classic, old movies --
They look at each other. Thinking.
If you ask me,
I think you should check out her personal trainer.
I’ve seen them working out --
and I sensed there was more going on than just --
weight lifting, if you know what I mean.
(pulls out notebook)
The trainer. What’s his name?
HER name. Jett something. Jett --
Targo, that’s it. She’s a, you know --
(mimes flexing arm muscle)
Lesbo? They having an affair?
God, no. It’s just that --
I’m out on my boat every morning, and I’d see them.
And, I dunno -- it’s a gut feeling.
You know --
The way she’d look at Mrs. Crayce.
(narrows his eyes)
A gut feeling.
(off his nod)
PUSH IN ON Trimmer. A rude leer.
Yeah, you know -- like an animal. Hungry.