Onto today's steaming slab of pulp/noir from A DISH BEST KILLED.
First up, homicide detective Cal Seely searches D-movie actress Haven Crayce's houseboat for clues ...
While Haven and her murderous, methed-out flame Jett Targo make their getaway ... making love behind the wheel.
EXT. THE SAFE HAVEN - REAR DECK - DUSK
Cal stands at the rear door. KNOCK-KNOCKS loudly.
Mrs. Crayce. It’s Detective Seely.
Haven Crayce, Detective Seely.
I have a search warrant.
He peers in the window. Sighs.
Pulls a pick out of his pockets.
Works it. The knob CLICKS.
INT. THE SAVE HAVEN - CONTINUOUS
Cal walks around, looking. Touching surfaces. Inspecting.
Nola Bliss could have walked in on them, surprised them.
Cal walks over to the bar. Picks up a glass. Squints at it.
He walks over to the case with the Oscar in it.
Sees a cracked glass panel.
She walked in on them --
While they were --
Cal straightens up. Massages the small of his back.
It’s right out of one of his movies.
They were in the process of killing Dart Crayce --
and they had to shut her up.
So who the fuck is Rush Madder?
His cell phone RINGS. He fishes it out. Listens.
One of Targo’s clients?
In the meat freezer?
Yeah, someone would have to be pretty fucking strong to do THAT.
EXT. JETT’S APARTMENT BUILDING - DRIVEWAY
Some sleazy 60’s go-go classic on the car stereo.
Haven sits behind the wheel.
Jett tosses a suitcase in the back seat.
JUMPS IN. Haven beams. Excited.
Let’s blow this popsicle stick.
Popsicle stand. You are too cute.
Haven pulls out of the driveway. GUNS the engine.
I’m a hell of a lot more than CUTE, doll.
And don’t you forget it.
(cocks an eyebrow)
You ready to go all the way?
Do whatever it takes?
It’s just you and me baby,
together forever, right down the line.
Whatever it takes.
Haven puts her hand on Jett’s.
I’ve been going nuts without you.
Slides it up toward the hem of her miniskirt.
Caressing her milky white thigh.
Trembling with tactile pleasure.
I can’t stop thinking about what it’s gonna be like
when we’re finally alone together.
Jett reaches up, up, up --
I’ve missed your touch --
Jett finds the prize. Magic fingers do their work.
And she SCREAMS with pleasure.
JERKS the steering wheel.
The car FISHTAILS on the pavement.
Jett GRABS the wheel. Keeps working her special gift.
I’m gonna --
And, as she reaches an earth-shattering crescendo,
CAMERA pulls back, swings out the rear window, where we see --
following them. A beat-up, old Dodge Dart Swinger.
BEHIND THE WHEEL
is RUSH. Grim. Determined.