Happy Sunday, crime freaks. Are you looking for hardboiled, erotic, pulse-pounding kicks? The kind that keep you hot and bothered? Keep you up all night? Then we've got the cure ... at That Killing Feeling ...Onto today's scenario from A DISH BEST KILLED.
D-movie starlet/heiress Haven Crayce and personal trainer/Kansas transplant Jett Targo, each go home after their 'up close and personal' encounter to ... take matters into their own hands.
Next we meet Sheriff's Deputy Trimmer Waltz, who glides by on his boat, checking in on Haven ...
And finally, B-movie star/midget Nola Bliss is also watching the action with a beer and a smoke ...
INT. CRAYCE HOUSEBOAT - NIGHT
Dart is propped up in bed. Natty in a smoking jacket and ascot.
Haven sits in a chair by the bed, resplendent in a fancy gown.
But no red carpet. Just thick, brown shag.
DART
I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.
HAVEN
So I’m seeing it now.
DART
Shhh.
ON THE SCREEN
we see titles: DOUBLE INDEMNITY.
DART (O.C.) (CONT'D)
Listen to that score.
They don’t compose ‘em like that any more --
EXT. VOYAGE STREET - MOMENTS LATER
An ancient, ruined VW bug. Engine idling. Facing the beach.
INSIDE THE CAR
we see Rush. SNARFING up a big, fat line off the dashboard.
He SHAKES his head. Takes a drag of his smoke. Shudders.
INT. JETT’S APARTMENT - AT THAT MOMENT
Jett lies in bed in a white tank top. Opens a drawer on the bedside table.
Takes out a vibrator. Leans back. Flicks it on.
It disappears under the sheets. She closes her eyes.
EXT. MARINA - NIGHT
A SHERIFF’S PATROL BOAT skims across the water soundlessly.
At the wheel is deputy TRIMMER WALTZ (28).
Fit. Clean-cut. Impossibly good-looking.
With a bright gleam in his eye.
Either brilliant or demented.
Maybe a combination of the two.
The skiff glides by the houseboat. Trimmer hears the film.
TRIMMER
Every night with the old movies.
(toasts with a flask)
Someday, Haven --
I’m going to rescue you from that watery prison.
And he takes a drink to that.
INT. CRAYCE HOUSEBOAT - DART’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Dart is fast asleep. Mouth open, like a child.
Haven watches the end credits go by.
Thunderstruck.
HAVEN
(quoting dialog)
'Straight down the line.'
PUSH IN ON Haven’s face. Thinking.
HAVEN (CONT'D)
Ankle bracelet.
EXT. CRAYCE HOUSEBOAT - ROOF DECK - MOMENTS LATER
A roof deck outside the bedroom doors. With an old, oak hot tub.
Steam rises from the bubbling black water. Haven steps in.
Her perfect, naked body glistening in the moonlight.
HAVEN
(lowers herself in)
Ahhh --
She angles her waist at one of the jets of water. Lowers a bit.
Finds the right spot. Arches her back, a cat in heat.
Closes her eyes. Bites her lip. Shudders.
HAVEN (CONT’D)
Sweet mother of Jesus --
IN JETT’S BEDROOM
She climaxes quietly.
Earth-shattering spasms of pleasure.
IN THE HOT TUB
Haven reaches a shuddering crescendo.
EXT. NEARBY HOUSEBOAT - ROOF DECK
In the moonlight we can see a female LITTLE PERSON
looking at the Crayce boat through binoculars.
Sipping a can of beer.
Meet NOLA BLISS (30), four-foot-tall elfin star of stage and screen.
A blue-eyed redhead. And a nosy, foul-mouthed party girl.
She lowers the binoculars. Lights a smoke.
NOLA
What a fucking waste.
EXT. CRAYCE HOUSEBOAT - REAR DECK - DAY
A brilliant, blindingly gorgeous morning on the marina.
A workout machine has been set up.
The kind that can be adjusted
so someone can pull weights from different angles.
Right now Haven is sitting on the seat, pulling the handles out,
away from her chest. The weights CLANK-CLANK.
HAVEN
This feels SO GOOD -- I LOVE IT.
The handles go back in.
Haven PULLS OUT on them again.
JETT
(touches Haven’s shoulder)
That’s because we’re opening up your chest muscles.
After years of being clenched tight, bent over --
that’s why it feels so good.
(showing off a bit)
We’re doing low weight, lots of reps.
We don’t want any bulk, just a nice definition.
Haven stops. Looks at Jett’s hand. Then down at her chest.
HAVEN
Do you think I have a -- nice definition?
JETT
(pulls hand away)
Uh, yeah.
(looks at watch)
Let’s stretch you out.
HAVEN
I like the sound of that.
Jett lays down a towel. Haven gets off the machine.
Lies down on her back. Looks up at Jett.
HAVEN (CONT’D)
Promise you’ll be gentle?
JETT
(trying to contain herself)
Of course.
Jett kneels. Takes Haven’s foot, places it on her shoulder.
A gold anklet glistens in the sunlight. Jett stares it.
HAVEN
Like my anklet?
JETT
It’s -- nice.
HAVEN
Ever see 'Double Indemnity?'
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