Like A Virgin

Happy Thursday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 4 of THE DISH, sparks fly when personal trainer Jett Targo gives B-movie starlet Haven Crayce her first 'one on one' workout, but the flirting ends when sheriff's deputy Trimmer Waltz suddenly appears ...


EXT. HOUSEBOAT - REAR DECK - DAY
A brilliant, blindingly gorgeous
morning on the marina.

A workout machine
has been set up.

The kind that can be
adjusted so someone can
pull weights from different angles.

Right now Haven
is sitting on the seat,
pulling the handles out,
away from her chest.

The weights CLANK-CLANK.

HAVEN
This feels SO GOOD --
I LOVE IT.

The handles go back in.
Haven PULLS OUT on them again.

JETT
(touches Haven’s shoulder)
That’s because we’re
opening up your chest muscles.
After years of being
clenched tight, bent over --
that’s why it feels so good.
(showing off a bit)
We’re doing low weight,
lots of reps.
We don’t want any bulk,
just a nice definition.

Haven stops.
Looks at Jett’s hand.
Then down at her chest.

HAVEN
Do you think I have a --
nice definition?

JETT
(pulls hand away)
Uh, yeah.
(looks at watch)
Let’s stretch you out.

HAVEN
I like the sound of that.

Jett lays down a towel.
gets off the machine.

Lies down on her back.
Looks up at Jett.

HAVEN
Promise you’ll be gentle?

JETT
(trying to contain herself)
Of course.

Jett kneels.
Takes Haven’s foot,
places it on her shoulder.

A gold anklet glistens
in the sunlight.
Jett stares it.

HAVEN
Like my anklet?

JETT
It’s -- nice.

HAVEN
Ever see Double Indemnity?

JETT
Sure.
(tries to compose herself)
Okay, just relax.
I’ll go slowly --

Jett carefully raises Haven’s
glorious, gleaming leg,
until she hears her
give out a little moan.

JETT
That’s good, that’s good.
Just breath into it --

A horn HONKS.
Haven looks, sees --

TRIMMER WALTZ
in his Sheriff’s boat.
Right nearby. He waves.

HAVEN
Deputy Waltz.

TRIMMER
(big smile)
Please, I told you --
call me Trimmer,
my friends do.
Who’s your chum?

HAVEN
This is Jett.
She’s my personal trainer.

JETT
Hello, officer.

TRIMMER
Hey, there.
Not TOO personal, I hope.
Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Haven stares.
Eyes burning with
barely disguised contempt.

TRIMMER
How’s your husband
doing these days?
He feeling okay?

HAVEN
Just peachy.
Eight hours of dialysis,
and he’s fit as a fiddle.

TRIMMER
He’s awfully lucky
to have a gal like you
look after him.

The radio SQUAWKS.
gets it. Listens.

TRIMMER
Copy that, I’m on my way --
Roger and out.
(shakes his head)
Got trouble on one
of the luxury yachts.
Yuppie bastard set
the galley on fire.
See you later, Haven.

And he cruises away
with a ROAR of his engine.

HAVEN
Goodbye, asshole.

JETT
He likes you.

HAVEN
Well, I don’t like him.
(a whisper)
I like -- you.

Jett blushes.
Haven gets closer.
Their bodies touch.

HAVEN
Do you -- like me?

JETT
Like you -- how?

HAVEN
Like this --

Haven softly kisses her.
Pulls back.
Surveys the damage.

JETT
(hoarse whisper)
Like that --

Jett kisses back.
They melt into each other.

Jett’s hands stroke
Haven’s curves, slowly, carefully.
Like a virgin.

HAVEN
(quiet)
You make me -- shiver.

And their passion takes off
like a blowtorch to dry kindling.

Hands, arms, lips everywhere
in a tornado of sin.

Haven STOPS.
Looks around.
Grabs Jett’s hand --

HAVEN
Not out here.
Come with me.

And pulls her inside the boat.

ON THE BOAT NEXT DOOR
Nola watches with binoculars
through her main window.

She lowers them.
Shakes her head. Wow.

NOLA
The little minx.