That Little Whore

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Onto today's joint from A DISH BEST KILLED, where things are really heating up.

First up, D-movie starlet/murderess Haven Crayce gets grilled by homicide detective Cal Seely ...

While her adulterous lesbian lover/'personal' trainer Jett Targo trains a client ... with deadly results.

EXT. MARINA SLIP - THE SAFE HAVEN - MORNING

Haven sits at the workout machine, working her arms.

A FIGURE IN BLACK appears.

Meet CAL SEELY (50’s), short, squat homicide detective.

Face like an old potato. Chewing on an unlit cigar.

Rumpled, in a shitty suit and a fedora.

SEELY

Excuse me. Are you Mrs. Crayce?

HAVEN

(turns, looks)

Uh-huh. Who are you?

He walks over, hands her a business card.

SEELY

Detective Cal Seely. Homicide.

(squinting in the sun)

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

HAVEN

(reading the card, heart pounding)

Of course not. Come inside, it’s cooler in there --

INT. SAFE HAVEN - GALLEY - MOMENTS LATER

Haven sits on the couch with a glass of ice tea.

Seely takes a sip of his, slowly walks around the room.

HAVEN

Please, sit. Make yourself at home.

SEELY

I’m comfortable standing, thank you.

(squints)

That a real Oscar?

HAVEN

Uh-huh.

SEELY

Smaller than I thought it’d be --

(turns, looks at her)

Thanks for seeing me like this, during your -- time of grief.

HAVEN

Sure.

SEELY

Damn good ice tea.

(beat)

Now you said your husband’s insulin pump wasn’t on.

How could that be? Didn’t he need that -- to live?

HAVEN

Yes, he did.

(beat)

The battery must have been -- defective.

I changed the battery once a week, on Sunday --

SEELY

Yesterday was Sunday.

HAVEN

Exactly. I normally change it in the morning,

when he got up, but with all the excitement --

he got home from the hospital yesterday --

SEELY

Why was he in the hospital?

HAVEN

He was -- having some tests.

He had a -- bad fall last week,

and his doctor wanted to make sure everything was --

you know, okay.

SEELY

And was everything okay?

Haven looks at him. Eyes cloud up with tears.

HAVEN

Yes. Everything was -- okay.

SEELY

So then when did you change the battery?

HAVEN

Right before the movie. We watched a movie every night.

(inhales)

We had some wine, he fell asleep. After it was over,

I went down to the guest room to meditate --

I listen to music while I’m meditating on my Ipod.

SEELY

I see.

(beat)

But if you were listening to music on headphones,

how did you -- hear him?

PUSH IN ON Haven. Eyes liquid-bright.

HAVEN

It was a -- quiet song.

(beat)

You know -- meditation music.

EXT. BEACH CONDO - OUTDOOR PATIO - AT THAT MOMENT

Jett is training the Fat, Sweating Venture Capitalist

we met earlier on the beach.

Fat lies on a bench under a barbell

ringed with weights clamped in a cradle above him.

FAT, SWEATING VENTURE CAPITALIST

That looks like -- too much weight.

JETT

It’s only an extra ten pounds, Tyledge.

You told me you want to be ripped.

TYLEDGE

Yeah, I do.

JETT

Well, then -- let ‘er rip.

(beat)

Relax. I’m spotting you. Just go nice and slow.

Fat looks up. Nods. GRABS the barbell,

slowly lifts it up off the rack. Straining and wheezing.

Jett’s cell phone VIBRATES in her pocket.

She fishes it out. It’s a text message.

TYLEDGE

(pushing, straining)

I, uh -- I can’t -- it’s, it’s slipping --

But Jett is reading the message. It’s from Rush. On his way.

JETT

(under her breath)

Shit.

TYLEDGE

HELP, it’s gonna --

The weight is too much for Tyledge, his grip slips,

and the barbell SLAMS DOWN on his neck.

TYLEDGE (CONT’D)

GAAAAAAA!

Jett WHIPS her head around.

JETT

FUCK!

She GRABS the barbell, TOSSES it aside.

It CRASHES into a glass table,

SHATTERING it into a million pieces.

Tyledge GRABS his throat, SCREAMS in pain.

TYLEDGE

Fucking bitch! You trying to KILL me?

JETT

I’m sorry, I was -- on the phone --

TYLEDGE

Get the FUCK OUT OF HERE.

You’re FIRED, you HEAR ME?

(beat)

Fucking DYKE.

JETT

WHAT did you call me?

TYLEDGE

You heard me.

(ominous)

You’re gonna hear from my lawyer.

I’m gonna take you for every cent you have.

(beat)

So, tell me.

Do you have to strap one on to satisfy that little whore?

Jett rears back and SUCKER-PUNCHES him under the chin,

sends him FLYING. He SLAMS down,

CRACKING his head on the pavement.

JETT

Shit.

She feels his neck for a pulse. Nothing. He’s DEAD.

JETT (CONT’D)

NO.

Jett looks around. Nobody. Everyone is at work.

She grabs Tyledge by the ankles, drags him into the house.

IN THE LIVING ROOM

Jett pulls the large body through the lux living room.

IN THE BASEMENT

She drags him down the stairs,

his body going THUNK, THUNK, THUNK on each step.

Talk about ‘dead weight.’

They get to the bottom. Jett looks around, sees --

A LARGE FREEZER

One of those industrial-sized ones that lies horizontally.

JETT

drags Tyledge to the freezer. Opens it.

Sees a mountain of steaks, chops and meat.

She starts pulling them out.

DISSOLVE TO:

Jett TOSSES meat packages into the freezer, covering the body.

All we can see is his head. She FLIPS one last steak in,

which covers his face.

SLAMS the lid closed.

JETT

That'll teach you to call me a fucking DYKE.