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In Chapter 33 of A DISH BEST KILLED, after Haven empties her dead husband's bank account, she and Jett plan their getaway in her vintage Cadillac convertible ...
EXT. CADILLAC CONVERTIBLE - DAY
A ‘68 model in candy apple red
with a black leather interior.
The kind I’ll be able to afford
when I sell this screenplay.
Haven drives up Via Marina
with the top down in
shades and a big scarf,
the wind WHIPPING her hair.
She talks on her cell.
HAVEN
Calm down, calm down.
They don’t have anything.
INTERCUT WITH:
EXT. JETT’S APARTMENT BUILDING - ROOF DECK - CONTINUOUS
Jett paces, sips from a bottle of beer.
Talks on her cell.
JETT
But they towed his CAR.
They found -- her.
HAVEN
But he’s -- gone.
JETT
I know, I know, it’s just --
he knows something.
I can feel it.
(beat)
We gotta get the
fuck out of Dodge.
What happened at the
reading of the will?
HAVEN
It’s all mine, baby.
Lock, stock and two smokin’ million.
JETT
And the cash?
HAVEN
I just left the bank.
(smiles)
Got eight-hundred thousand
under the hood.
That’s what I call horsepower.
JETT
You took out ALL of it?
Didn’t we agree it would be
a good idea to leave --
HAVEN
Change of plan, baby.
I closed the account.
Told them I was leaving the country.
Needed to start over, a new life.
JETT
Leaving the country?
HAVEN
We’re going to Mexico.
Find a place on the beach
where it’s warm all the time and
it’s running hot and cold Margaritas.
JETT
(looks)
I see your car.
I’ll be right down.
She pulls out a snifter.
HONKS up a bump. Grimaces.
JETT
(to herself)
Guess it’s time for
a hit and run holiday --
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