No Stalking On Sunday

Saturdaze morning. Tired? Hung-over? Things got you down? Then we've got something that'll wake you up. A good, swift, hardboiled-pulp-noir kick right where it hurts ... in That Killing Feeling.

Onto today's joint from A DISH BEST KILLED, and this one's a real poboiler. It's the end of the idyllic three-day tryst for our star-crossed lesbian lovers, D-movie starlet/femme fatale Haven Crayce and her very 'personal' trainer, Jett Cargo, when Haven's husband, noted elderly film director Dart Crayce returns home from the hospital.

They then decide to kill him.

Later that evening ...

But first, Jett has an unexpected visitor.

EXT. 'THE SAFE HAVEN' HOUSEBOAT - REAR DECK - MORNING

Overcast and foggy. A bit of a chill. Wind FLAPS the sails.

Jett trains Haven on the deck. They both look sad.

HAVEN

Funny. No Trimmer. No Nola.

JETT

No stalking on Sunday.

(beat)

What time is he supposed to get here?

HAVEN

Any minute now.

JETT

These last three days have been -- nice.

Really nice. It went by so fast.

HAVEN

Imagine what it’s going to be like after he’s --

JETT

I know. It’s all I can think about.

HAVEN

So when are we going to --

JETT

I don’t know.

Maybe we should wait a little while.

HAVEN

I can’t wait. I can’t stand it anymore, Jett.

I don’t wanna have to -- service him anymore.

I want this to be over with, so we can be together.

(stops lifting)

We have to do it tonight.

JETT

Tonight?

HAVEN

Yeah. We’ve only known each other a few days,

so no one will suspect there’s anything going on.

JETT

That’s true.

HAVEN

(evil smile)

And besides, I’m doing all the heavy lifting.

(sees something)

There’s the hospital van. You better get going.

JETT

Okay. Good luck. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.

HAVEN

I don’t think the grieving widow should be weight training.

I’ll come see you.

JETT

You’re right.

(turns, eyes well up)

Okay, bye --

Jett hustles off down the gangplank in the other direction.

PUSH IN ON Haven. Looking to her right. Concerned smile.

HAVEN

Dart, honey! It’s so good to SEE you.

EXT. JETT’S APARTMENT BUILDING - MOMENTS LATER

Jett pulls out her keys. Opens her mailbox.

Sifts through the envelopes.

Unlocks, opens the front door.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)

Jett --

She WHIRLS around, sees --

RUSH MADDER

in the shadows of the front porch.

JETT

WHAT?

(beat)

Jesus fucking Christ, you scared the shit out of me.

RUSH

Jett, please -- I need your help.

JETT

I asked you to stay away from me.

I’ll call the fucking cops if you don’t leave, now.

RUSH

I’ve been -- up for eight days.

I need, need to -- need to crash.

JETT

EIGHT days?

RUSH

Please, Jett.

I just need to -- to crash for awhile.

Then I promise I’ll go. I promise.

(beat)

I need your help. Please.

JETT

Can’t you sleep in your car?

RUSH

In this neighborhood? In MY car?

(off her stare)

I’ll be good. I promise.

I just -- need to sleep.

Pause.

JETT

Goddammit.

(beat)

Give me your car keys.

RUSH

My -- keys?

JETT

Yeah. So you can’t rip me off

and split in the middle of the night.

RUSH

(weak smile, tosses his keys)

How big is your couch?