Misty Water-Colored Memories

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In Chapter 20 of THE DISH, killer lesbian Jett Targo and her meth-adled ex Rush Madder take sheriff's deputy Trimmer Walt'z dead body out to sea in his boat to dispose of him, but then Jett turns the tables on Rush in a fight to the death ...


EXT. OCEAN - SHERIFF’S BOAT - NIGHT
Jett wears Trimmer’s uniform.

Pilots the boat through
the choppy water.

Rush looks out
into the horizon.

The boat ZIPS
across the waves,
THUMPING on each crest.

She pulls the boat to a stop.
back the coastline.

JETT
This is far enough, c’mon.

She goes to the
back of the boat.
Rush follows.

We see Trimmer’s body,
rolled up in a tarp.
Tied to the anchor.

Jett grabs one end of the body.
Rush, the other.

JETT
On the count of three --

They slowly swing it
back and forth --

JETT
One -- two --
(beat)
THREE.

And THROW it
over the side.
SPLASH.

JETT
Goodbye, asshole.

Rush pulls out a small
glassine bag filled
with white powder.

He scoops out a hit
with a long fingernail.
INHALES it. Sniffs.

Looks out into the horizon.
Pensive.

RUSH
Sometimes I wish
things could go back
to the way they were.
(looks at Jett)
Ever feel that way?

JETT
Are you kidding?
Trapped in that
fucked-up small town?
Dealing drugs.
Always looking over our shoulder.
Getting the fuck out of
Kansas was the best thing
we ever did.
(weird laugh)
Just look at us now.

RUSH
We were good together
for awhile -- you know?
We had a lot of fun.

JETT
Oh, yeah.
Three-day binges.
Knocking off convenience stores.
Eating out of dumpsters.
Misty water-colored memories.
(beat)
I know what I want now, Rush.
You should figure that out, too.

RUSH
I told you, I’m bi.

JETT
So that’s why you
sexually assaulted a customer.

RUSH
Shut up.
I told you,
he came on to ME.
And he was more than
a customer, we were friends.

JETT
Then why did he
try to KILL you?
RUSH
So I got carried away.
I was high.
How was I supposed
to know he had a gun?
(beat)
If you weren’t there to --

JETT
That was a long time ago.
I don’t wanna
talk about it anymore.
(beat)
Can I get a hit of that?

RUSH
(hands her the bag)
Sure.

JETT
Can I borrow your keys?

Rush hands her his keys.
Jett dips one in the bag,
HONKS up a big, fat hit.

SKRRRRONK.

Rubs her nose.
Puts the bag in her pocket.
Pulls out her GUN.

RUSH
What are you doing?

JETT
I’m sorry, Rush.
But it’s gotta be this way.
(laughs)
Did you really think
I was gonna share
our fucking MONEY with you?
You didn’t do anything
to HELP. NOTHING.
You’re a fucking LEECH, a LOSER --

RUSH
Don’t SAY THAT.

JETT
A STALKER, and a
fucking DRUG ADDICT.

RUSH
NO!

Rush LEAPS at her.
Jett WHACKS him on the head
with her gun. CRACK.

Rush FLIES back
against the railing.

JETT
It’s the end of the line, sucker.
Time to sleep with the fishes.

Rush GRABS Jett.
Tries to get her gun.
They STRUGGLE.

He CHOKES her
in a bear hug.

Jett DROPS it.
KICKS it away.

RUSH
Fucking DYKE!

Jett LOSES IT.
With insane, animal,
meth-fueled strength,
she FLINGS his arms away.

SPINS him around.
GRABS him, FLIPS him up,
and TWIRLS him over her head
like a toy.

JETT
HA-HA-HA-HA!
How do you like THIS?

RUSH
NOOOOOO --

And THROWS him over the side.
SPLASH.

Jett shakes her head.
Rushing on the drugs.

Eyes darting madly.
She walks over.

Picks up the gun.
Goes to the wheel.

JETT
Sorry, officer.
Didn’t know my own strength.
(laughs)
All ashore who’s going ashore --