Friday, June 1, 2018
The Way We Were
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In Chapter 30 of A DISH BEST KILLED, Jett and Rush take Trimmer's dead body out to sea in his boat to dispose of it, but then Jett has cruel surprise for Rush ... and kills him, too ..
EXT. OCEAN - SHERIFF’S BOAT - NIGHT
Jett wears Trimmer’s uniform.
Pilots the boat through the choppy water.
Rush looks out into the horizon.
The boat ZIPS across the waves,
THUMPING on each crest.
She pulls the boat to a stop.
Looks back the coastline.
This is far enough, c’mon.
She goes to the back of the boat.
We see Trimmer’s body,
rolled up in a tarp.
Tied to the anchor.
Jett grabs one end of the body.
Rush, the other.
On the count of three --
They slowly swing it back and forth --
One -- two --
And THROW it over the side. SPLASH.
Rush pulls out a small glassine bag
filled with white powder.
He scoops out a hit
with a long fingernail.
INHALES it. Sniffs.
Looks out into the horizon. Pensive.
Sometimes I wish things could
go back to the way they were.
(looks at Jett)
Ever feel that way?
Are you kidding? Trapped in
that fucked-up small town?
Always looking over our shoulder.
Getting the fuck out of Kansas
was the best thing we ever did.
Just look at us now.
We were good together for awhile --
you know? We had a lot of fun.
Oh, yeah. Three-day binges.
Knocking off convenience stores.
Eating out of dumpsters.
Misty water-colored memories.
I know what I want now, Rush.
You should figure that out, too.
I told you, I’m bi.
So that’s why you sexually
assaulted a customer.
Shut up. I told you,
he came on to ME.
And he was more than a customer,
we were friends.
Then why did he try to KILL you?
So I got carried away. I was high.
How was I supposed to know he had a gun?
If you weren’t there to --
That was a long time ago.
I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.
Can I get a hit of that?
(hands her the bag)
Can I borrow your keys?
Rush hands her his keys.
Jett dips one in the bag,
HONKS up a big, fat hit. SKRRRRONK.
Rubs her nose.
Puts the bag in her pocket.
Pulls out her GUN.
What are you doing?
I’m sorry, Rush.
But it’s gotta be this way.
Did you really think I was gonna
share our fucking MONEY with you?
You didn’t do anything to HELP. NOTHING.
You’re a fucking LEECH, a LOSER --
Don’t SAY THAT.
A STALKER, and a fucking DRUG ADDICT.
Rush LEAPS at her. Jett WHACKS
him on the head with her gun. CRACK.
Rush FLIES back against the railing.
It’s the end of the line, sucker.
Time to sleep with the fishes.
Rush GRABS Jett. Tries to get her gun.
They STRUGGLE. He CHOKES her in a bear hug.
Jett DROPS it. Rush KICKS it away.
Jett LOSES IT. With insane,
animal, meth-fueled strength,
she FLINGS his arms away.
SPINS him around. GRABS him,
FLIPS him up, and TWIRLS him
over her head like a toy.
HA-HA-HA-HA! How do you like THIS?
And THROWS him over the side. SPLASH.
Jett shakes her head.
Rushing on the drugs.
Eyes darting madly.
She walks over.
Picks up the gun.
Goes to the wheel.
Didn’t know my own strength.
All ashore who’s going ashore --