Onto today's rip-roaring episode of A DISH BEST KILLED. Hope you're packing, cause things are about to get a little ... tricky.
Just as D-movie actress/femme fatale Haven Crayce and her illicit lesbian lover/personal trainer Jett Targo have hatched their plan to kill Haven's husband, elderly film director Dart Crayce, things start to come a bit ... unhinged.
INT. CRAYCE HOUSEBOAT - MASTER BATHROOM - THE NEXT MORNING
Dart Crayce is in the bathtub. Bony ass toward us. He pulls himself up,
hanging onto a chrome handle bolted into the tiles --
which COMES LOOSE with a CRUNCH --
DART
What the -- ?
And he SLIPS! BANG, he goes down. CRACKS his head.
BANGS his ass on the cold, hard porcelain.
HAVEN (O.C.)
Dart, honey? You okay in there? We don’t want you to --
She walks in.
HAVEN (CONT’D)
Shrivel into a prune --
Sees him. SCREAMS.
HAVEN (CONT’D)
Dart!
Races over. Puts her arms around him.
HAVEN (CONT’D)
Honey, are you okay? Dart? Can you hear me? Honey?
EXT. MARINA PENINSULA - OCEAN BOARDWALK - DAY
Jett trains a FAT, SWEATING VENTURE CAPITALIST (30’s),
a pair of ten-pound free-weights in his hands.
He raises the right, then the left.
Rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic.
FAT, SWEATING VENTURE CAPITALIST
-- and I closed at five-point-four million.
He didn’t know what the fuck hit him.
Got the cocksucker right where it hurts.
Bang, zoom -- right to the moon, Alice.
JETT
Okay. Let’s do some squats.
Haven appears, with Buster.
Amazing in a bikini top.
Denim Mini. Six-inch wedgies.
Freaked behind heart-shaped shades.
HAVEN
Jett, I need to talk to you.
JETT
What’s wrong?
Fat’s cell phone RINGS.
FAT, SWEATING VENTURE CAPITALIST
(to Jett)
Hold on a sec, I gotta take this --
(into the phone)
It went down HOW MUCH?
He waddles away, out of ear shot.
Waving his arms madly.
HAVEN
Dart fell in the bathtub. Banged his head.
JETT
Why didn’t you call me?
HAVEN
I don’t have your number.
JETT
Did you call 911?
HAVEN
He wouldn’t let me. He doesn’t like doctors.
JETT
But -- is he okay?
HAVEN
Oh, sure. Three Advils,
couple a hits off one of his 'Bobby Mitchum joints',
and he’s sleeping like a baby.
JETT
But he might have a concussion.
Maybe we should call his doctor.
HAVEN
Are you kidding?
He might have to go to the hospital,
and then we’re FUCKED.
He might not ever come back!
JETT
But if he has a concussion, and he’s sleeping --
HAVEN
Oh, shit.
JETT
Oh, shit is right. C’mon, let’s go --
They start walking away. Fat ambles over.
FAT, SWEATING VENTURE CAPITALIST
Hey, where are you going?
What about the rest of my workout?
JETT
Sorry, uh -- family emergency.
We gotta end early today.
Go home and do thirty minutes on the Stairmaster.
I’ll see you on Wednesday.
FAT, SWEATING VENTURE CAPITALIST
Okay, sure.
(looks at Haven)
Hey. Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?
Are you an actress?
HAVEN
Why, yes I am. What did you see me in?
'Wishcraft IV?' 'Spring Break Babylon?'
FAT, SWEATING VENTURE CAPITALIST
No --
(SNAPS his fingers)
That’s it. 'Bound for Pleasure.' Bondage flick.
HAVEN
As if. Pervert.
(to Jett)
Come on, honey.
Let’s go back to my place --
and do naughty things.
JETT
(whispers)
Haven.
FAT, SWEATING VENTURE CAPITALIST
You two are -- ?
HAVEN
(laughs, evil)
That’s right. And no, you can’t watch.
So why don’t you go home,
jerk off and think about
what I’m going to do to your TRAINER.
PUSH IN ON Fat, Sweating.
Beady eyes flickering.
INT. CRAYCE HOUSEBOAT - GALLEY ENTRANCE - MOMENTS LATER
Jett follows Haven onto the boat.
JETT
You can’t tell anyone else about us.
If we’re going to --
do this, nobody can know we’re --
(a whisper)
In a relationship.
HAVEN
You’re right. I’m sorry, I wasn’t --
(realizes)
Did you say we’re -- in a relationship?
Jett takes Haven’s hand. Holds it to her heart.
JETT
You make me feel something I’ve never felt before, Haven.
For the first time in my life, I feel ALIVE.
Like I can do anything. Be anyone. Go anywhere.
HAVEN
I’m with you, baby.
(beat)
Straight down the line.
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