Friday, July 3, 2015

Let The Games Begin


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In Chapter 45 of BABY HEISTER, Kelsey, Doc, Simon and Jo get ready to rip off the bank where Kelsey's parents were killed trying to rob it ...


INT. SHITTY MOTEL - BATHROOM - DAY
Kelsey sits on the toilet seat
wearing a tank top.

Simon ties a bandage around
her upper arm tightly,
making a tourniquet.

KELSEY
Ow.

SIMON
It’s gotta be tight.
And you’re gonna have
to see a doctor soon.
If it gets infected,
you’re fucked.

KELSEY
I’ll go after the job.
Hurry up and finish
before they wake up.

DOC (O.C.)
What’s going, Kelsey?
What happened?

Reveal Doc.
Standing in the doorway.

KELSEY
Doc.

DOC
What happened to your arm?

Pause.

KELSEY
We, uh -- visited the Yakuza.

DOC
Did you kill him?

KELSEY
Yeah.
(beat)
Please don’t be mad.

Doc stares at her. Sighs.

DOC
Fuck it.
Bastard’s dead, and
you didn’t get caught.

KELSEY
You’re not -- mad at me?

DOC
Life’s too short. C’mon.
Jo’s got a first aid kit.
We’ll get you fixed up in a jiffy.

Kelsey stares, open-mouthed.
Doc CLAP-CLAPS his hands.

DOC (CONT’D)
C’mon, let’s get a move on.
We’ve places to go,
people to see,
banks to rob.

INT. EMPTY STORE - DAY
An empty space with a cement floor.
Construction equipment. Piles of lumber.
The gang wears coveralls and hard hats.

Simon stands at a makeshift table
with a metal box on it.

He FLICKS a switch.
A red light starts BLINKING.

SIMON
Simon says SCRAMBLED.

A HONK-HONK from outside.

DOC
Dumpster’s here.
Places, please.

Simon, Doc and Jo pull goggles
down from their helmets.

Scarves up from around their necks.
Faces now covered.

IN THE ALLEY
The Dumpster truck rolls to a stop
in front of the store.

Simon walks up to it. Waves.
The DRIVER (20’s),
big and burly, gets out.
Climbs down carrying a clipboard.

SIMON
Boy, am I glad to see you.
My boss is gonna have my ass.

BURLY DRIVER
Got a lot of shit, huh?

Simon CLIPS him on
the head with his gun.
He falls, THWUNK.

IN THE STORE
Doc looks at Kelsey.

DOC
It’s showtime, baby heister.

Kelsey nods.
Unzips her coveralls.
Steps out of them.

Now resplendent in Daisy Dukes
and a tight, denim top knotted
above her belly button.

She takes off her hard hat.
Undoes her ponytail.

Shakes her hair free.
Puts it back on.
Then mirrored shades.
Applies blood-red lipstick.

KELSEY
Think this’ll work?

DOC
Won’t know what hit ‘em --

Thursday, July 2, 2015

The Dark Side


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In Chapter 44 of BABY HEISTER, after killing the Yakuza gang leader who killed her parents, Kelsey finally grieves over their loss ... and finally makes love with Simon. Meanwhile, robbery/homicide detectives Flint Cole and and Darryl Rooker learn about the murder, and put two and two together ...


INT. SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Kelsey sits on the mattress.
Holding a bottle of Jack.

Takes a big swig.
Wipes her mouth with her sleeve.

We see she’s been crying.
Eyes are red.

Simon comes in from the bathroom.

SIMON
Are you okay?

KELSEY
No, I’m NOT okay.
(sniffles)
I’m a LONG way away from THAT.

He sits down next to her.
Strokes her hair.

SIMON
Maybe you should take
it easy with that.
We gotta big job tomorrow.

She hands him the bottle.
He takes a swig. Grimaces.

KELSEY
I thought I’d feel better, you know?

SIMON
Maybe you’re finally grieving.
(off her look)
A lot of people keep it bottled up.
Afraid it would hurt too much.

And that does it.
The floodgates open.

Kelsey starts SOBBING.
Simon takes her into his arms.
Holds her tight.

SIMON (CONT’D)
It’s okay.
Let it out.
Let it out.

Kelsey cries and cries.
Heaving, wracking sobs of pain.

Then pulls away.
Eyes full of grief.

KELSEY
I never really KNEW them.
(gasps)
It was all a LIE.
(a whisper)
And now I’m just LIKE them.

She GRABS him for dear life.
Starts kissing him.

They start going at it.
Hot and heavy.

She hungrily starts
pulling his shirt off.

He grabs her belt.
Starts undoing it --

And they fall onto the bed
in a writhing, twisting,
tormented tornado of passion.
Consuming each other for dear life.

INT. ABANDONED GROCERY STORE - DAY
The task force HQ
is a beehive of activity.

Cops sit at work stations
working computers. On the phone.

The big map on the wall
now has dozens of marks on it.

Flint and Darryl sit at a desk
with a box of donuts
and cups of coffee.

Flint picks up a bear claw.
Throws it down.

FLINT
My teeth are rotting
just looking at this shit.
I want a real breakfast.

DARRYL
There’s a Mickey D’s
around the corner.
You want me to send --

FLINT
I said a REAL breakfast.

Costello walks over to them.
Looks excited.

COSTELLO
Chief, I got something.
You know that Yakuza gang leader
that was out on bail
awaiting trial?

FLINT
The one who killed
Doc’s son and his wife?

COSTELLO
Yeah.
He was shot and killed last night.
Witnesses say young a girl did it.

DARRYL
Hot?
About eighteen?

COSTELLO
Bingo.

FLINT
(looks at Darryl, smiles)
Looks like Doc’s little girl
just went over to the dark side.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

With Six You Get Bloodbath


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In Chapter 43 of BABY HEISTER, Kelsey and Simon sneak out of the safe house late at night and go to Chinatown with a view to killing the Yakuza gang leader who killed Kelsey's parents during their final bank robbery ...


INT. SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Completely bare, except for a
bare mattress on the floor.

Next to it, an ancient,
old-school transistor radio.

Simon lies on the mattress.
Kelsey comes into the room.

KELSEY
Finally. They’re asleep.

SIMON
I can’t believe they still -- do it.

KELSEY
Love never dies, I guess.

SIMON
Fucking gross.

KELSEY
I think it’s sweet.

SIMON
Give you any ideas?

KELSEY
In your dreams.

She pulls her gun out from behind her back.
Checks the clip. CRACKS it back in, KA-CHINK.

KELSEY (CONT’D)
Cops gone?

SIMON
Yeah. Boy, were they PISSED
when they didn’t find anything.
(beat)
You sure you wanna do this.

KELSEY
Never more sure of anything in my life.

SIMON
Then let’s go punch out his fortune cookie.

KELSEY
Fortune cookies come with Chinese food.
He’s Japanese.

SIMON
You’re confusing me with someone
who gives a duck sauce.

EXT. TENEMENT BUILDING - REAR ALLEY - NIGHT
Kelsey goes to the fire escape.
Grabs the bottom rung.

Starts climbing.
follows her up.

INT. YUNG PARK SOH’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Tastefully done in ‘early dorm room.’
And the boxes of stolen electronics
are a nice touch.

Yung lies in bed with his NAKED GIRLFRIEND (18)
watching some action movie on a flat-screen.

YUNG
Kill ‘em, MOTHERFUCKA --

Naked giggles. Loads a giant BONG with pot.
Pulls out a lighter. FIRES it up.
a big hit. Starts COUGHING.

Hands the bong to Yung.
He scarfs up the rest. Holds it in.

OUTSIDE ON THE FIRE ESCAPE
Kelsey and Simon stand on each
side of the window. Peer in.

KELSEY
(whispers)
Gonna be easy. Fucker’s wasted.

SIMON
Still gotta be careful. Dude’s Yakuza.

Kelsey nods. Crouches down.
Grabs the bottom of the window.

Slowly opens it -- SCREECH.
They move away. Wait. Then look.

SIMON (CONT’D)
TV’s on too loud.

KELSEY
(nods)
On the count of three.

ON THE TV SCREEN
A big gang fight in a warehouse.
You know the cliche.

A dozen YAKUZAS fight each other
in a whirlwind. A real bloodbath.

YUNG AND NAKED
Stare at the screen. Transfixed.

ON THE FIRE ESCAPE
Kelsey pulls out her gun. Simon, his.

KELSEY (CONT'D)
(mouths silently)
One, two --

They JUMP in the window.
Start FIRING. Yung gets HIT.

He SCREAMS. GRABS an Uzi.
Starts SPRAYING bullets at them.

Kelsey gets HIT in the arm. JUMPS back. Simon DUCKS.
More MACHINE GUN FIRE. The girl SCREAMS. Then silence.
Kelsey holds her arm. Sees the blood. Gasps.

SIMON
You’ve been HIT.

KELSEY
It’s okay. Just nicked me.

SIMON
What do we do now?

She slowly peers around the corner. Looks.

IN THE APARTMENT
Naked lies on the floor. Bleeding. No sign of Yung.

KELSEY
Looks at Simon, wide-eyed.

KELSEY
He’s GONE. C’mon --

She RACES down the fire escape. Simon follows.
They JUMP down. Start RUNNING
toward the front of the building --

INT. SHITTY APARTMENT BUILDING ENTRANCE - NIGHT
Yung RUNS out the front door. JUMPS on his motorcycle,
just as Kelsey and Simon DASH around the corner.
He sees them. SPRAYS them with MACHINE GUN FIRE.

They HIT the ground.

A DISPLAY OF FRUIT
Gets SHREDDED with bullets. Pulp FLIES in the air.

YUNG
KICK-STARTS the bike. The engine ROARS. He TAKES OFF.

KELSEY
JUMPS up. Aims her gun at him. SCREAMS.

KELSEY
NOOO.

She FIRES at him. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
Bullets HIT the bike. Yung loses control.
FLIES in the air. It SKITTERS down the street.
He JUMPS up. Looks around. Can’t find his Uzi.

Kelsey and Simon RUN toward him. He turns. Sees them.
Eyes flashing. He pulls out a SWITCHBLADE. FLIPS the blade open.
Kelsey stops. Aims her gun at him with both hands. Sneers.

KELSEY (CONT'D)
You killed my PARENTS.
(growls)
Now it’s YOUR TURN.

She pulls the trigger. CLICK. And again.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. He smiles. Starts LAUGHING.

YUNG
Now I cut you in little pieces.

Simon steps into frame. Offers his gun to Kelsey.

SIMON
Take it --

She DROPS hers. GRABS his -- as Yung CHARGES her.

YUNG
GAAA --

She FIRES. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
The bullets stop him in mid-air.
He FLOPS to the ground like a rag doll, THWUMP.

Kelsey stares. Horrified.
She VOMITS. Wipes her mouth.

A small crowd of ONLOOKERS appear.
A siren starts WAILING.

SIMON
(grabs her hand)
C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here --

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The Natives Are Restless


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In Chapter 42 of BABY HEISTER, Doc, Kelsey, Jo and Simon settle in for the night in their back up safe house in the sleazy hotel next door. Meanwhile, robbery/homicide cops Flint Cole and Darryl Rooker find Doc's old hideout and try to figure out a way to get inside ...


EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
An unmarked Crown Vic
is parked at the curb.

Flint Cole and Darryl Rooker
stand on the sidewalk
looking at the building.

DARRYL
What the fuck was THAT?

FLINT
Sounds like the natives are restless.

They RUN to the front door.

INT. SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - DUSK
Simon and Kelsey sit on the bed.
Jo, on a wooden chair.

Doc closes the adjoining door to the loft.
Grabs a handle on the wall, SHOVES it down.
We hear a CHINK, CHINK, CHINK.

KELSEY
What’s that?

DOC
Steel rods.
They go through the door.

Even if they could find it,
they couldn’t open it.

KELSEY
But we’re still fucked.
The entire area is gonna be
swarming with cops when they
find the truck in the elevator shaft.

DOC
Not necessarily.
One of the reasons I chose
these buildings is the rooftops
on the whole block are connected.
They’re gonna think we went up
to the roof and escaped.
(beat)
So now we just chill out
and get a good night’s sleep.
We need to be rested for
the bank job tomorrow morning.

KELSEY
What about the semi?

DOC
I’ve got it handled.
I made a call.

KELSEY
But where’s the semi gonna TAKE us?
We need to figure out --

DOC
Relax.
I have an old friend
down in the Marina,
Zulf Masters, a retired yegg.

KELSEY
How’s a safecracker gonna help us?

PUSH IN ON Jo’s face. Smiling.

JO
He sells boats.

EXT. DOC’S WAREHOUSE - DUSK
A SWAT truck is at the curb.
and Darryl talk with the
TACTICAL FORCE COMMANDER, (40’s),
big, tough, no-nonsense.

SWAT COMMANDER
We gotta problem.
The door to the stairs
has been welded shut.
Only way up is on the elevator --

FLINT
Which is now toast,
with dead heisters, over easy.

DARRYL
Can someone climb up the cables?

SWAT COMMANDER
They’ve been cut.

FLINT
And the windows are secured --

DARRYL
(to SWAT Commander)
What do you think?
You’re the expert.

SWAT COMMANDER
We go up to the roof,
blow a hole, then go in.

FLINT
He’s not there.

DARRYL
Bullshit.
could he have gone?

FLINT
After those two assholes tried
double-cross and crash-landed,
he split.
(points)
See the roofs up there?
They’re connected.
He could be anywhere by now.

DARRYL
I say he’s still in there.
(to Swat Commander)
Go ahead.
Blow the fucker up.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Golden Parachute


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In Chapter 41 of BABY HEISTER, after Kelsey, Doc, Simon and Jo move into the 'backup safe house' next door to the warehouse, the shit hits the fan when Atlas and Helmut pull a double cross and try to escape with Doc's stash ...


INT. SHITTY HOTEL SUITE - DAY
A threadbare room, complete with
the requisite threadbare furniture.

Threadbare rug.
Shitty painting of a ship at sea.

Doc stands in the middle of room.
Kelsey and Jo look at the
environs with distaste.
The bare mattress on the bed.

DOC
I know it’s not The Ritz.
But it’s only temporary.

KELSEY
But there’s six of us --

DOC
Oh, there’s plenty of rooms, don’t worry.

A car engine ROARS next door.

JO
What’s that?

DOC
Those assholes are trying a CROSS.

INT. DOC’S LOFT - DAY
Jack Cotton’s truck sits in the elevator,
Atlas behind the wheel.

Helmut closes the gate, gun in hand.
Doc RACES over.

DOC
What the fuck do you think you’re DOING?

HELMUT
Getting too hot in here, pops.
And besides, why do the job
when we can take your stash?
(waves the gun)
Take one more step and it’s
boom, boom, boom, out go the lights.

Kelsey and Jo appear behind Doc.

KELSEY
You fucking ASSHOLE.

JO
You’ll never get away with this.

DOC
You just signed your death warrant.

Atlas reaches over, FLIPS the switch.
The gears start GRINDING as the
elevator starts going down.

ATLAS
See ya in the funny papers, old man.

As soon as he’s out of sight.
Doc RACES over to the electrical panel.
Starts FLIPPING switches.

THE METAL SHUTTERS
Start coming down over the windows.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

DOC
Looks at Kelsey and Jo.

DOC
Don’t worry.
I’ve got ‘em trapped.

Doc grabs the master power lever,
THROWS it down.

The lights go OFF.
And, down below --
the elevator stops GRINDING.

HELMUT (O.C.)
HEY.

KELSEY
GOT ‘em.

Simon comes out of the bathroom.
Puzzled.

SIMON
The power went off.

JO
Zorba the Greek and Hitler
tried to take off with the stash.

KELSEY
But Doc cut the power,
and now they’re stuck half-way
down the elevator shaft.

DOC
It’s as good as gone.

KELSEY
What do you mean?

DOC
There’s no way to get it back.

JO
What are we gonna DO?
That was our life SAVINGS.

DOC
We cut the cable and
serve ‘em up to the cops.
The noise will bring ‘em in.

JO
THEN what?

DOC
We do the bank job,
then get the fuck out of Dodge.

INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - DAY
The platform sits immobile in the darkness.
Atlas and Helmut look over
the railing down below.

ATLAS
What the fuck are we gonna DO?

HELMUT
We could climb down the cables --

ATLAS
But what about the money?
We can’t carry it,
the fucking bags are too big.

HELMUT
We throw ‘em down.

ATLAS
No, I mean outta here.
It’s too much for us to CARRY.

DOC (O.C.)
Hey, TRAITORS.
How you doin’ down there?

ATLAS
(to Helmut)
What does HE want?

DOC (O.C.)
I’d like to say it’s
been nice knowing you,
but I’m a TERRIBLE liar.
(beat)
Time to CUT THE UMBILICAL CORD.

A cable SNAPS.
One of the four corners LURCHES down.

Atlas and Helmet start to
slide toward it. GRAB onto the car.

ATLAS
What the fuck are you DOING?

DOC (O.C.)
It’s your golden parachute.

Another cable SNAPS.
The car starts PLUMMETING DOWN.

AERIAL POV

The car PLUNGES down like a rock.
HITS the bottom. BANG.

INT. DOC’S LOFT - ELEVATOR LANDING - CONTINUOUS
Doc holds a giant pair of bolt-cutters.

DOC
Except you just got the SHAFT --

Friday, June 26, 2015

We'll Leave The Lights On


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In Chapter 40 of BABY HEISTER, Doc, Kelsey and Jo discover that the cops are outside going from building to building looking for their safe house, so they start packing up their stuff to move into the hotel next door that Doc also set up as a 'Plan B.' Meanwhile, robbery/homicide detective Darryl Rooker track down the owners of the neighborhood buildings ...


INT. DOC’S LOFT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
The planning session has broken up.
Jo is serving coffee.

Kelsey stands at the window.
Sees something.

KELSEY
Oh, shit.

DOC
What’s wrong?

KELSEY
There’s cops out there
going building to building.

Everyone rushes to the windows.
Looks out.

DOC
Unmarked Crown Vic. Fuck.

ATLAS
So whadda we do?

HELMUT
We gotta get the fuck outta here.

DOC
Relax.
I can shut off the power
so the elevator won’t work.

KELSEY
What about the stairs?

DOC
I had the door on each floor
welded shut.

SIMON
So they can’t come up.

DOC
Exactly.
People do that all the time.
Keeps out vagrants.

HELMUT
So we’re trapped in here?

DOC
Relax.
I also own the building next door.

KELSEY
That fleabag hotel?

DOC
Yeah.
Pays the utilities.
And the top floor is
closed for repairs.
A back-up safe house,
so to speak.
(beat)
We don’t have much time.
Jo, Kelsey.
Start covering the furniture.
(to the guys)
You three help me start
moving shit next door.

Doc walks over to a cement wall
demarcated in six-foot-wide sections.

He presses one of the joints,
and a section SLIDES OPEN,
revealing a hotel room on the other side.

DOC
Don’t worry.
We’ll leave the light on.

INT. ABANDONED GROCERY STORE - DAY
A beehive of activity.
Cops sit at desks, work the phones.

A red-faced IRISH COP (50’s)
marks addresses on the big map.

Flint stands with Darryl Rooker
in a corner by the coffee machine.

He takes a sip from his cup.
Makes a face.

FLINT
Tastes like liquid ass.

DARRYL
No luck yet, huh?

FLINT
It’s a real bitch.
Going door to door.
Big fucking area, you know?
We get anything else from
Frick and Fuck?

DARRYL
Nah. They’re all lawyered up.

A SHORT, ROUND OFFICER (20’s)
walks up to them. Excited.

Holding a piece of paper.
Waves it in the air.

SHORT, ROUND OFFICER
Hey, Cole.
I think I’ve got something.

FLINT
Costello.
Still trying to make detective?

COSTELLO
Listen to this.
I found a building that’s owned by
what looks like a shell company
in the Cayman Islands.

FLINT
What makes you think
it’s a shell company?

COSTELLO
Most of the other buildings
are owned by local businesses,
a few from out of state,
but The Cayman Islands?
I mean, what the fuck?

DARRYL
Makes sense.
A lot shady businesses have
off-shore accounts there.
Away from the prying eyes
of Uncle Sam.

COSTELLO
Exactly.
And if you wanted to maintain
some kind of hideout, you know --
almost untraceable.

FLINT
Good job, Costello.
(takes the piece of paper, to Darryl)
C’mon.
Let’s go check it out.
(to Costello)
This pans out, looks like someone’s
gonna get their gold shield.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

No Muss, No Fuss


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In Chapter 39 of BABY HEISTER, Kelsey and the gang plan their next bank job -- at the joint where her parents were killed trying to rob it. Meanwhile, LAPD starts going door to door in downtown Los Angeles, looking for their safe house ...


INT. DOC’S LOFT - DINING AREA - DAY
Everyone sits around the giant table.

Atlas stands, points at a map s
pread out in the middle.

ATLAS
This here’s the store next to the bank.
We got the windows blacked out,
and scaffolding in front of it
with one of those construction
walls in front of that.
(points)
We wheel the Dumpster out the front door,
then into the bank --

KELSEY
Excuse me.
Can ask you something?

ATLAS
Yeah, sure.

KELSEY
Your plan is to take the money
after it’s been delivered?

HELMUT
Yeah.
What’s your point?

KELSEY
Well, the money’s being delivered
by armored car, right?

ATLAS
Yeah --

KELSEY
Then why not grab the dough
before it goes in the bank?
The can arrives in the back alley, right?

ATLAS
Yeah --

KELSEY
Wouldn’t that simpler?

HELMUT
I guess --

KELSEY
(stands, points on the map)
We have the Dumpster already
waiting in the alley here,
which saves time.
All we gotta do is
scramble their radio signal,
smoke ‘em out and
fill it with cash.

SIMON
Fuckin’ brilliant.

JO
That’s our Kelsey.

DOC
Escape or hole up?

KELSEY
Escape.
We jack the truck that delivers
the Dumpster when it gets delivered.
Then after we load it up,
we drive it to a semi we’ve
got stashed nearby.
No muss, no fuss.
(off their looks)
Holing up next door would be stupid.
Cops are gonna comb EVERY
inch of the area.
(beat)
Any questions?

EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
Down the street a few doors down,
an unmarked police sedan
parks at the curb.

We see a pair of
DETECTIVES in the car.

INT. UNMARKED POLICE SEDAN - DAY
The detective on the passenger side,
big and bulky in a shitty suit(40’s)
lights a smoke.

The other, tall and thin (30’s),
sits behind the wheel.
They look at each other. Nod.

EXT. DOWNTOWN CITY STREET - DAY
Bulky and Tall get out of the car.
Walk to the door.

EXT. RUNDOWN WAREHOUSE - DAY
A few blocks away sits a
rundown, crumbling warehouse.

Another pair of DETECTIVES
stand at the entrance.

One wields a crowbar.
CRACKS OPEN the door.
They go in.

ON A WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Sits another DETECTIVE
with binoculars.

He looks across the way
into the windows of the
buildings across the street.

AT THE COMMAND CENTER
A TIRED, UNIFORMED COP (30’s)
sits at his desk on the phone.

UNIFORMED COP
I know the building’s
not being used, Mr. Magid.
But we still need to search it --