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In Chapter 21 of THE DISH, homicide detective Cal Seely and Dr. Bing Birmingham camp out outside Haven's door, waiting for her to come home so they can question her in the death of her husband Dart. Meanwhile, Haven meets with her lawyers at the reading of Dart's will and faces the wrath of his first wife ...
EXT. MARINA SLIP - THE SAFE HAVEN - NIGHT
All lights out on the Safe Haven.
The boat looks ominous. Spooky.
Slowly bobbing in the water.
Cal Seely and Dr. Bing stand on the dock.
Looking at it.
CAL
Thanks for coming on such short notice.
DR. BING
Sure, sure -- but she’s not home.
Cal squints at the boat.
Chews on his unlit cigar.
CAL
She could be asleep.
DR. BING
Then why bother her now?
CAL
Element of surprise.
DR. BING
So -- you suspect her?
CAL
Insulin pump didn’t malfunction.
(puffs)
Battery was dead.
DR. BING
But she said she changed --
CAL
Exactly.
INT. THE SAFE HAVEN - MASTER BEDROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Haven kneels in front of the window.
Slowly pulls back the curtain a tiny bit.
Looks out.
HAVEN
(sees them outside)
Shit. Fuck. Goddammit.
She goes to the mini bar.
Pours a stiff one.
Grabs a prescription bottle.
Shakes out a couple pills.
Gulps them down.
Chases it with a slug of her drink.
She pulls out her cell phone.
PUNCHES a number. Listens.
HAVEN
Hey, it’s me.
(listens)
It’s done?
The doorbell RINGS.
HAVEN
Shit --
(listens)
It’s fucking Dr. Bing
and that fat fucking cop --
(listens)
All the lights are off --
(listens)
No, it’s too dangerous.
Who knows how long
they’ll be out there.
Just sit tight. I’ll call you
tomorrow after I go to the bank.
The doorbell RINGS again.
HAVEN
I’ll gonna have a bubble bath,
listen to my Ipod.
If they come in, I’ll say
couldn’t hear the doorbell
with the music on.
(listens)
Yeah. We’re almost there.
(listens)
Me too, baby.
Straight down the line.
PUSH IN on Haven.
Eyes burning with fire.
EXT. OCEAN FRONT DRIVE - MORNING
A POLICE IMPOUND VEHICLE
is parked behind Rush’s VW bug,
clamped to its towing winch.
The DRIVER starts the truck,
and slowly pulls away, to reveal --
On the windshield,
a mass of PARKING TICKETS.
INT. LAW FIRM - CONFERENCE ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Haven sits alone at the end
of a long, long conference table.
At the other end are
a trio of STONE-FACED ATTORNEYS.
Also at the table is Dart’s FIRST WIFE (80’s),
a haggard-looking vulture of a woman.
Beady eyes flickering.
Needless to say, the air
is thick with anticipation.
Haven picks up a cut-glass
goblet of water.
Takes a tiny sip.
HAWK-NOSED ATTORNEY
(reading from the will)
-- and I bequeath my entire estate
to my second wife, Haven.
Haven blinks rapidly.
The slightest trace of a smile cracks.
Nasty First Wife BANGS
the table with her fist.
NASTY FIRST WIFE
That’s NOT FAIR.
I was with him for FIFTY YEARS.
I was there when we was STARVING.
HAWK-NOSED ATTORNEY
Quiet, please.
NASTY FIRST WIFE
(stands, SLAPS the table)
NO! I will NOT be QUIET!
There must be some MISTAKE!
(points)
There’s no way in HELL
he left all his money to that WHORE!
Haven stares at her.
Blank-faced.
OILY ATTORNEY
Please, Ma’am.
I don’t want have to call security.
Nasty PULLS OUT her chair.
RACES over to Haven.
Oily picks up the phone.
Speaks softly into it. Nods. Hangs up.
NASTY FIRST WIFE
(gets in Haven’s face)
HARLOT. SLUT.
You just married him for his MONEY.
HAVEN
Get the fuck out of my face, you old bag.
NASTY FIRST WIFE
(spits on Haven’s face)
Fucking CUNT.
Haven JUMPS UP.
SMACKS Nasty on the face, HARD.
A pair of BEEFY SECURITY GUARDS
race in. GRAB her.
NASTY FIRST WIFE
Let GO OF ME.
You CAN’T DO THIS.
HUGE SECURITY GUARD
I’m afraid you’re going to
have to come with us.
The guards drag her out,
KICKING and SCREAMING.
Haven takes out a handkerchief.
Wipes her face.
HAVEN
I’m sorry for that --
outburst a moment ago.
I, I -- lost my temper.
HAWK-NOSED ATTORNEY
I think you showed remarkable restraint.
OILY ATTORNEY
Indeed. I thought you
were going to deck the bitch.
PUSH IN ON Haven.
The barest hint of a smile.
HAVEN
I can’t imagine what he ever saw in her --
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