Onto today's joint from A DISH BEST KILLED ...
We're now at the next-to-last scene, where star-crossed lovebirds/wanted fugitives Haven Crayce and Jett Targo are on fire ....
INT. MOTOR COURT - BUNGALOW - NIGHT
Haven sits on the floor in front of the fireplace in bra and panties.
Laughing. Crying. Makeup smeared. Hair a mess.
She’s THROWING fistfuls of money into the flames.
Jett walks in. Puts down the bag. Sees Haven.
What are you DOING?
Haven ignores her.
Tosses in another handful of bills.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
Jett tries to grab money out of the flames, GETS BURNED.
Careful, it’s hot.
Jett SLAPS Haven.
She looks at Jett, wild-eyed. Grimacing.
Your BOYFRIEND came to visit while you were gone.
My boyfriend? What boyfriend?
I don’t have a fucking BOYFRIEND.
I’ve got -- you.
Rush? Rush Madder?
The one you said you took care of?
I did! I knocked him out and threw him in the ocean!
Well, he must have swum to shore,
because he was just here.
And I gave him his cut.
He said a lot of interesting stuff.
Told me a lot of stories about the two of you.
How you were dating back home in Kansas, dealing drugs.
How he tried to rape a customer while tweaked out on meth,
a COP, and how you killed the guy.
And then the pair of you split for sunny California.
That was over a LONG time ago.
That’s not what RUSH said.
He said the two of you were gonna bump me off
and split with the money.
HE’S LYING. Haven, don’t you see --
he was making that up. I love YOU.
Then he saw the money,
got greedy and took half of it and split.
So I said fuck it. There’s nothing left to live for.
So I started burning the rest of the money,
and now we BOTH have nothing.
She starts LAUGHING MANIACALLY.
Haven, he was LYING. He was --
Haven pulls out Jett’s REVOLVER.
Aims it at her.
Look what I found.
Haven. Put the gun down. Give it to me.
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
And she SHOOTS, wildly.
A bullet HITS Jett in the stomach.
HAVEN. You --
Jett looks down.
A small red stain appears on her white shirt.
Starts slowly growing.
I thought we could be like Romeo and Juliet.
A tragic love story.
She pulls out Jett’s coke snifter. Does a bump.
Man, that’s good shit.
My mind has been RACING thinking about what we could do.
Thought maybe we could set fire to the cabin and go out in flames.
That would be dramatic, huh? Right out of a movie.
Jett sits down next to Haven on the floor.
But she’s off somewhere, looking into the fire.
I love you, Haven. Listen to me.
He was LYING, you gotta BELIEVE ME.
But Haven is in her own little world.
Jett reaches over and tries to GRAB the gun out of her hand.
They wrestle for control, Jett now weaker,
Haven on fire, almost an equal match.
The gun GOES OFF, BANG. A window SHATTERS.
Another BLAST. The TV set EXPLODES.
A third, BANG.
Haven SLUMPS over. Shot in the heart.
Jett freaks. GRABS Haven in her arms.
Holds on for dear life.
Baby, it’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay.
You -- shot me.
I didn’t mean to. I was -- just --
A siren WHOOP-WHOOPS outside.
Haven looks. She’s starting to slip away. Eyelids heavy.
Looks like we have -- company.
Her flame flickers out. Gone.
Haven, NO -- baby -- NO, NO, NO, NO!
An ANGRY MALE VOICE comes over a bullhorn.
ANGRY MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Haven Crayce and Jett Targo, this is the POLICE!
We have you SURROUNDED!
Come out RIGHT NOW with your HANDS IN THE AIR!
Jett starts crying.
Puts the gun in her mouth.
Closes her eyes.
But she can’t do it.
ANGRY MALE VOICE (O.C.) (CONT'D)
This is your LAST CHANCE!
We have you SURROUNDED!
If you don’t come out right NOW,
we’re coming in AFTER you!