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In chapter 6 from THE HEISTERS, we flash back to before the robbery, where heister Kelsey Hazard and the gang are holed up in a shitty beachside motel, and start planning the job ...
INT. MOTOR COURT CABIN - NIGHT
Ronan, Ludo and Chick look at Kelsey expectantly.
She drains her beer. Thinking.
It might work.
But I need to know more about the setup.
The layout. How many guards --
Yeah, yeah -- I’m gettin’ to that.
He pulls out a piece of graph paper.
Unfolds it. Lays it down on the table.
Kelsey comes over. Looks.
Okay. There’s three box offices,
on the east, west and north side of the stadium.
Every hour the money gets picked up
from each one and gets brought over to the south side
where the finance office is on the second floor --
Who delivers it?
Pair of armed guards.
They take it down a
corridor under the stands.
Be easy to hit, but they only carry
a couple of grand each trip.
(off Kelsey’s nod)
In the finance office,
the cash is counted and put into
money boxes that go to the bank.
They’ll be finished before the concert is over
because they don’t want the armored car
to get stuck in the traffic jam
that’ll happen when everyone leaves.
When does it come?
When they call for it.
And it doesn’t stay long.
Just long enough to pick up
the dough and split.
It’s flanked by two local cop cars
in front and back all the way the bank.
He knows his shit, huh?
What’s the setup in the finance office?
How many guards?
Four armed guards and six employees.
You go in through a locked door.
Knock first, and then they check
you out through a peephole.
And it’s gonna be mostly small bills, right?
We figure two big duffle bags outta handle it.
Kelsey nods. Thinking.
Tell me again about the gate.
There’s three of them.
They’re old, with ornamental spikes
that go up almost to the top,
but there’s still room
for someone to climb over it.
They go over, and then unlock it and let us in.
What if somebody sees us?
Already thought of that.
The east gate is where the photographers
take pictures of the losers
who wait in line all night,
and the west gate is on the main drag --
but the north gate
is across the street from the park,
which will be empty when we go in.
He’s got it covered, doll.
Okay. Then what?
We go through three locks,
and then we’re in the finance office.
Is there anything going on there tonight?
On a weeknight? Nah --
Then let’s do a dry run.
Tonight? Right now?
You got something better to do?
We need to make impressions of the locks.
And I want to get the feel of the place.
Sniff it out.
Like a bloodhound, huh?
Nah. More like a seeing eye dog.
How do you figure?
'The blind leading the blind.'