From Brassiere To Eternity

Happy Friday, 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 the next to last chapter of A DISH BEST KILLED, Haven and Jett hide out from the cops in their secret beach dive motel, where they have a little carnal fun with a suitcase full of cash ...


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 (CONT'D)
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 (CONT’D)
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 (CONT’D)
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.