I'm Gonna Kill The Motherfucker

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Onto today's joint from A DISH BEST KILLED, where the shit is about to hit the pan. So to speak.

Adulteress, lesbian personal trainer Jett Targo has just learned that her lover and partner in crime D-movie starlet Haven Crayce is cheating on her ... with sheriff's deputy Trimmer Waltz. So she enlists her old flame, tweaker/dealer Rush Madder ... to kill them.

INT. JETT’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Jett STORMS into the room. SLAMS the door.

Rush lolls on the couch watching TV, drinking a beer.

She walks over. Sees the mirror with the lines of speed

he’s been chopping up on the coffee table.

JETT

Okay, here’s the deal.

If you want your cut,

you’re gonna have to work for it.

(beat)

I need your help.

RUSH

Sure, sure. What can I do?

Jett sits down next to him. Looks at the drugs.

JETT

You know my -- friend?

RUSH

Haven?

JETT

Yeah. She’s --

(shudders)

She’s fucking the Sheriff’s deputy.

And they’re setting me up.

RUSH

Holy SHIT.

JETT

Mind if do one of those?

RUSH

Fuck, no. Now we’re talking.

(hands her a straw)

Madam, your carriage awaits.

JETT

(takes it)

Giddyap.

She leans down. SNORTS a line in her left nostril.

Then another in her right. She shakes her head. WHOOSH.

RUSH

You’re gonna be fucking flying, after being clean so long.

JETT

(SNORTS another)

Goddamn right.

RUSH

So what’s the plan? What can I help with?

JETT

I need you to help me -- get a gun.

Jett reaches over. Wets a finger in Rush’s water glass.

Touches it to her nose. SNORTS it.

RUSH

A gun? What for?

JETT

I’m gonna kill the motherfucker.

RUSH

But he’s a cop.

PUSH IN ON Jett. Eyes blazing with chemical fire.

JETT

Kinda like old times, huh?