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.