Friday, October 2, 2015

The Damned Don't Cry


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In Chapter 20 of THE DISH, in the aftermath of killing Dart, Haven calls 911 to report the 'accident.' Meanwhile, Jett makes her escape with Nola's dead body in her gym bag ... and then stashes it in Rush's trunk for safekeeping ...


EXT. VIA MARINA DRIVE - NIDHT
It’s late. Only the occasional car.
An empty bus WHOOSHES by.

We see Jett on the sidewalk,
carrying the gym bag.

CLOSE ON THE BAG --
as it leaks a red spot of
BLOOD on the concrete.

EXT. CRAYCE HOUSEBOAT - ROOF DECK - AT THAT MOMENT
Haven talks on her cell phone.
Paces frantically.

HAVEN
It’s my husband,
he fell off our boat into the water,
he was in insulin shock, and he --
(listens)
Tahiti Way.
Slip fifty two, it’s a big, old houseboat.
Two and a half stories, brown.
(listens)
YES, he’s still in the water!
(listens)
But -- I can’t swim --
(listens)
Haven Crayce.
My -- husband’s name is Dart, Dart Crayce!
(listens)
I was meditating, listening to music,
and -- I heard a noise, and --
(listens)
Okay. Okay. Please hurry!
(listens)
Thanks, BYE!

Haven dials another number.
Listens. Voice mail. Shit.

HAVEN
Dr. Bing! It’s Haven!
You have to come, quick,
Dart fell off the boat,
and I don’t know what to do!
I called nine-one-one,
but they’re not here yet,
and I don’t know how to swim --

BEEP.

HAVEN
Okay --

She goes to the railing.
Looks down. Evil smile.

HAVEN
Goodbye, sucker.
I hope they have hand jobs in hell.

EXT. JETT’S APARTMENT BUILDING - FRONT ENTRANCE
Jett stands on the stoop,
fishes out her keys.

Sees Rush’s.
A lightbulb pops.

She smiles grimly,
turns around.

DOWN THE STREET
Rush’s beat-up Volkswagon bug
is parked at the end.

JETT
opens the trunk.
Puts the bag in.
SLAMS it shut.

JETT
Sorry, Rush.
Just for a little while.
Until I can figure out
what to do with it --

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