Lonely Is The Night

Happy Tuesday, 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 42 of THE DISH, murderous lesbian fugitives Haven and Jett check into a sleazy dive beach motel to hide out ... and then things get more than a little hot and heavy when Haven takes off her clothes and rolls around in a big pile of cash ...


INT. MOTOR COURT OFFICE - NIGHT
A plump BUCK-TOOTHED WOMAN
sits at the desk reading
a true crime magazine. Riveted.
Slowly eating potato chips.

Jett comes in quietly.
Closes the door behind her.

JETT
Evenin’. Mighty cold out there.

BUCK-TOOTH
It’s the fog.
Cold and wet it is.

She smiles strangely.
This bulb is definitely low-wattage.

JETT
Can I get a cabin for the night?

BUCK-TOOTH
Sure thing. Got one left.
But the heater’s broke.
Got a fireplace, though.

JETT
How much?

BUCK-TOOTH
(hands her a key)
Fifty bucks.
Check out is at eleven.

JETT
(takes it)
Mighty obliged.

BUCK-TOOTH
How can you see in those shades?
It’s night-time, mister.

PUSH IN ON Jett. Delighted.

INT. SHITTY BUNGALOW - LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Quaint and cute.
Forty years ago.

Now, musty and well-worn.
Wooden furniture. Ancient TV.

An overstuffed couch
facing a stone fireplace.

Typical shitty paintings
of ships at sea.

Haven walks in,
hefting a large briefcase,
followed by Jett,
carrying their luggage.

HAVEN
Who knew eight-hundred grand
was so HEAVY.

Jett drops the luggage with a BANG.

JETT
I thought I told you to pack light.

She goes to the fireplace.
Gets a fire going.

HAVEN
Hey, a girl’s gotta have
a change of outfits.
Don’t you want me
to look sexy for you?

Jett walks over to her.
Kisses her.

JETT
You’d look good in a burlap bag.

HAVEN
You know what I wanna do?

JETT
What.

HAVEN
Roll around in it.

JETT
Roll around in what?

Haven goes to the briefcase. Opens it.

HAVEN
The money. I wanna feel it on my skin.

She takes out a bundle.
RIPS off the tape.
THROWS it in air.

It flutters down like confetti.
Haven SQUEALS with joy.

JETT
You think you should do that?
What if somebody comes by?

HAVEN
No one’s coming.
We’re all alone, and it’s late.
C’mon, it’s FUN.

Haven takes out two more.
RIPS them open. TOSSES them.

HAVEN
Wheeeeee!

She twirls in the fluttering bills
like a dancer.

Jett stares. Takes some money.
RIPS it open. THROWS it.

They both start LAUGHING MADLY.
A storm of cash RAINS down on them.
Haven stops. SHRIEKS --

And strips off her dress.
Glorious in lingerie and heels.

The vixen gets down on the carpet
and ROLLS AROUND in it.
Jett showers her with more cash.

HAVEN
Fuck me, BEN FRANKLIN.

Jett takes off her boots.
Her jeans.

Then joins Haven on the
money-covered rug
in front of the roaring fire.

HAVEN
We made it, baby.
There’s nobody else in the world.

JETT
And you’re mine. All mine.
(beat)
There’s nobody else.

And they start making love,
like animals.

Jett BITES Haven’s throat.
She CRIES OUT.