Blood Gets In Your Eyes

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In Chapter 2 of A DISH BEST KILLED, Hollywood b-girl Haven Crayce lures personal trainer Jett Targo onto her houseboat where she gives her more than a tour ...


EXT. MARINA - DOCK - A FEW MINUTES LATER
Haven and Jett stand on the dock.
Looking at the SAFE HAVEN.

JETT
You live on it? Year round?

HAVEN
Unfortunately.

JETT
I’d love to live on a boat like this.

HAVEN
Would you like a tour?

PUSH IN ON Jett. Nervous.
Approaching excited.

JETT
Sure.

INT. CRAYCE HOUSEBOAT - MOMENTS LATER
Haven leads Jett into a living
room area with a galley.

Buster goes to the water bowl.
Tina sniffs around.

HAVEN
This is where we do
most of our entertaining.

JETT
We?

HAVEN
My husband and I.

JETT
Oh.

HAVEN
Don’t look so disappointed.
I married the old fuck for
his money, and for my career.

Haven walks over to Jett.
Gets close. Jett stares.
The chemistry is palpable. Electric.

HAVEN (CONT'D)
(softly)
You know Dart Crayce,
the director?

JETT
Sure. He directed all
those classic film noirs --
That Killing Feeling,
The Dead Don’t Cry,
Blood Gets In Your Eyes --

Haven takes Jett’s hands in hers.
A clock TICK-TICK-TICKS.

HAVEN
That’s him.
(beat)
And now he’s very old --
and very sick.

Haven closes her eyes.
Leans in for a kiss.

JETT
I don’t think --
this is a good --

But Haven’s warm, soft
mouth is too fast.

She kisses Jett.
It’s delicious.

The world stops
for a moment. We sigh.

A bell RING-RING-RINGS.
Haven JUMPS.

HAVEN
Shit.

JETT
What was that?

HAVEN
(angry, eyes flashing)
That’s him.
(beat)
The old bastard’s bed-ridden.
It’s a fucking nightmare.
He’s a diabetic fuck, and I’m
a prisoner on the
good ship insulin.
(come hither)
Stay here.
Be right back.

And she dashes off.

PUSH IN ON Jett.
Inflamed. Confused.

The Stuff of Pinup Dreams

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In Chapter 1 of A DISH BEST KILLED, more than sparks fly when Hollywood starlet Haven Crayce and personal trainer Jett Targo meet cute at the marina walking their dogs.


EXT. MARINA - DUSK
A cool, crisp evening.
Magic hour tequila sunset
smears orange on blue water.

Wind whips through a line of
luxury sailboats gently bobbing.
A GULL flies by. CAW-CAW-CAWS.

CAMERA finds a HOUSEBOAT.
Ghostly. Shades drawn.
Old and peeling. Dark wood.
Brass fixtures.

We see the vessel’s name
on the stern in cracked,
gold cursive.
SAFE HAVEN, indeed.

A WOMAN (25) appears on the deck.
We GASP, as she is
heartbreakingly beautiful.

The kind that makes
you ache with longing.
A curvy cocktail
with mile-high legs.

Meet HAVEN CRAYCE. Blonde, blue-eyed.
The stuff of pinup dreams.

Right now she’s in a killer
black cocktail dress
and five-inch heels.

Pulls a JACK RUSSELL TERRIER
on a leash.

HAVEN
(puts on shades)
Come on, Buster.

And the dog TAKES OFF like a rocket.
YANKS the leash, as Haven
CAREENS down the gangplank,
heels CLACK-CLACK-CLACKING.

HAVEN (CONT’D)
Buster, GODAMMIT.

EXT. MARINA CHANNEL - PARK - AT THAT MOMENT
Another WOMAN (28)
walks a small, black DOG.
Tall and lanky, like a jock.

Pretty in that
clear-eyed Midwestern way.

Chestnut mane in a boyish bob.
Sweats, denim and leather.

Meet JETT TARGO.
Recent transplant from Kansas.

Buff, in shape, but there’s a
vague hint of wild Saturday nights.

Secret debaucheries.
She gives TINA a doggie treat.

JETT
Good girl.

They start ambling down the sidewalk.
Watching the boats in the channel.

It’s bucolic.
Then why does Jett look pensive?

HAVEN comes into view,
pulled by Buster. She stops.

Sees Jett. Lowers her sunglasses.
Gets a better look.

Jett sees Haven. Jerks to a stop.
If we could see up close,
we’d notice the hairs standing
up on the back of her neck.

HAVEN
Cute dog. What is she?

JETT
She’s, uh -- a Cocker Spaniel-
King Charles mix.
My neighbor’s dog.
I walk her sometimes as a favor.

HAVEN
Buster’s a Jack Russell.
(rubs the dog’s head)
Aren’t you, Mister Man?
(offers her hand)
I’m Haven. Haven Crayce.

JETT
(takes it, shakes)
Jett Targo. This is Tina.
(beat)
Haven Crayce. Sounds exotic.

HAVEN
Jett Targo. Sounds athletic.
Which way are you walking?

JETT
(points)
That way. We were -- going
to go look at the boats.

HAVEN
Great. Me, too.

JETT
You like boats?

HAVEN
Not really.
(beat)
I live on one --