Onto today's scenario from A DISH BEST KILLED, where the lambs are about to go to the slaughter.
First up, homicide detective Cal Seely questions his no. 1 suspect in the killing of film director Dart Crayce, his widow's adulterous lover Jett Targo ...
While said widow, Haven Crayce, begins their getaway plan ...
INT. JETT’S APARTMENT - LATE AFTERNOON
Cal Seely stands in the doorway. Jett holds open the door.
Cal Seely, Sheriff’s office, homicide.
I’d like to come in and ask you a few questions.
If you don’t mind.
No, no -- not at all. Come in.
He lumbers into the large studio apartment.
Nice and airy.
Must cost a fortune,
being right on the canal.
(bad fake laugh)
You’re not kidding.
Can I get you anything -- some water?
No, thanks. I’m fine.
Jett sits on the couch. Smiles hopefully.
Have a seat.
No can do. Back is in spasm.
If I sit, I might not be able to get up again.
And I’m sure you don’t want a dick stuck in your house.
Uh, no --
Did you know a woman by the name of -- Nola Bliss?
She’s, uh -- the neighbor of one of my clients, Haven Crayce.
Was the neighbor.
Was? You mean something -- happened to her?
Nothing 'happened' to her. She was murdered.
We found her body in the trunk of a car that was towed --
(pulls out a notebook)
Belonging to a man by the named of Rush Madder, from Long Beach.
You know him?
No, sorry. Never heard of him.
Funny. The car was parked right down the street from here.
Where were you on the night of the 25th?
Uh -- that was Tuesday, right?
(off his nod)
I was home, watching a movie.
A Dish Best Killed.
Thanks for your time.
(gives her his card)
Here’s my number.
Give me a call if you remember anything.
And please don’t leave town.
I might have some more -- questions for you.
PUSH IN ON Jett. Nodding. Faking nonchalance. Badly.
INT./EXT. VINTAGE CADILLAC CONVERTIBLE - MOMENTS LATER
A ‘68 model in candy apple red with a black leather interior.
The kind I’ll be able to afford when I sell this screenplay.
Haven drives up Via Marina with the top down
in shades and a big scarf, the wind WHIPPING her hair.
She talks on her cell.
Calm down, calm down. They don’t have anything.
EXT. JETT’S APARTMENT BUILDING - ROOF DECK - CONTINUOUS
Jett paces, sips from a bottle of beer. Talks on her cell.
But they towed his CAR. They found -- her.
But he’s -- gone.
I know, I know, it’s just -- he knows something.
I can feel it.
We gotta get the fuck out of Dodge.
What happened at the reading of the will?
It’s all mine, baby.
Lock, stock and two smokin’ million.
And the cash?
I just left the bank.
Got eight-hundred thousand under the hood.
That’s what I call horsepower.
You took out ALL of it?
Didn’t we agree it would be a good idea to leave --
Change of plan, baby. I closed the account.
Told them I was leaving the country.
Needed to start over, a new life.
Leaving the country?
We’re going to Mexico.
Find a place on the beach where it’s warm all the time
and it’s running hot and cold Margaritas.
I see your car. I’ll be right down.
She pulls out a snifter.
HONKS up a bump. Grimaces.
Guess it's time for a hit and run holiday --