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In Chapter 21 of THE HEISTERS, the action picks up when the FBI and cops locate Kelsey and the gang's location at the Venice Motor Court Motel. Meanwhile, at the motel, Kelsey has a showdown with Kasper, who accuses her of setting up the theft of the robbery cash ... with distasterous results ...
INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - TERRENCE’S OFFICE - NIGHT
Terrence sits behind his desk. Mart leans against the wall, sips a cup of coffee.
Standing in front of the desk are two SERIOUS-LOOKING FBI AGENTS (30’s).
SERIOUS-LOOKING FBI AGENT
(into his cell phone)
Great, thank you. We’ll keep you posted.
Meet REN ROSEN. Stiff. Formal. No-nonsense.
Poster boy for the Feds. Boyish good looks.
Hence the overcompensation.
We have the location.
That was fast --
Shit, yeah --
The other agent, MEG STARK,
a tall, curvy brunette gives them a wry smile.
Adjusts her glasses. Purses bright red lips.
Simple triangulation equation from the satellite.
We can track a text message
from a moving vehicle in thirty seconds.
Signal came from The Venice Motor Court.
I assume that’s a hotel at the beach?
Damn straight it is.
How far away?
Then let’s go --
You mean you WANT us to come with you?
Ren nods curtly. Heads for the door. They all follow.
Well, THAT’S a first --
(to Mart and Terrence)
Ren believes that cooperation
between local and federal authorities
is the most efficient method of solving crime.
Amen, sister --
INT. VENICE MOTOR COURT HOTEL - NIGHT
The lights are out. TV’s on with the sound off.
Kelsey lays on the bed. Smoking.
She takes a swig of beer. Thinking.
I didn’t like it.
Sure, sometimes a job got screwed up.
Some asshole would try a double-cross
and gum up the works.
Sometimes a couple of heisters
would get into it with each other --
But usually I could salvage it
and get back the dough.
But this time I wasn’t so sure.
Our plan was as shaky as a junkie without a fix.
But we were stuck in a hole.
What else could we do?
Just let some asshole waltz in
and swipe the dough we’d worked so hard to get?
Yeah. That’s right.
What I do might be against the law --
But it’s still WORK. It’s still a JOB.
A loud POUNDING on the door.
Open the fucking door, BITCH.
Kelsey turns her head. Looks --
She reaches over. Grabs her piece.
Walks over to the door.
Puts her hand on the knob.
Looks through the peephole.
Keep it DOWN --
She slowly opens the door.
DARTS to the side.
Kasper SLAMS it open.
RACES into the room.
SLAMS it shut. Gun drawn.
Wheels around. Sees her.
Aiming her piece at him with two hands.
You set US UP.
You’re fucking crazy.
No. YOU’RE fucking crazy for SETTING US UP.
Now you’re gonna DIE.
Put down the gun, Kasper.
Nice and slow --
Jefty walked right into a TRAP.
The cops were there and they SHOT him, man.
They DID? How do you know this?
The joint I went to was ALSO covered with pigs,
so I called him, and some COP answered his phone,
said he was DEAD -- THAT’S how I know.
So where is the MONEY, huh?
You got it stashed some place?
Kasper. I didn’t set you up.
Now put the fucking gun down
so we can figure out what to do.
A key turns in the door. It opens.
In walks Ronan. He shuts the door.
Kelsey and Kasper turn their heads.
But keep their guns trained on each other.
What the fuck is going ON?
Jefty’s dead. Shot by cops.
Asshole here think I pulled
a double cross and set everyone up.
Don’t listen to her. She DID it, man.
Kelsey takes advantage of the moment
and LUNGES at Kasper.
GRABS his gun,
KNEES him in the groin.
PISTOL-WHIPS him in the head with her piece, CRACK.
Kasper HITS the ground, THWUMP.
Holding his crotch. Groaning.
Wasn’t that a little excessive?
Fuck you. He accuses me
of ripping everybody off and points a gun at me?
He’s lucky he’s still breathing.
I -- see your point.
How did it go?
No go. Turns out she moved.
Went back home to mom and pop.
Roomie said the ‘big city’ didn’t agree with her.
Kasper slowly stands up. Glaring at Kelsey.
How did yours go?
Like I told HER, I get there,
and the place was swarming with fucking COPS.
I tell you, she set us up.
Shut the fuck up, asshole.
I don’t take any shit from a fucking DRIVER.
Miscalculation. I didn’t think they’d
stake out the ex-girlfriends, but they did.
They know the murder is connected to the robbery.
Yeah -- guess so.
What? You’re gonna BELIEVE her?
Yes, I’m gonna believe her.
I brought her IN on this job.
She’s the fucking BEST,
and you don’t get more jobs
if you fucking RIP-OFF
the people you work with, GOT IT?
But, but --
ZIP IT, you fucking WETBACK.
You’re hired muscle, and nothing else.
You do what we fucking
TELL YOU TO DO, got it?
HEY. Wait a minute.
You can’t talk to me like that.
We can and you’re gonna fucking TAKE IT.
You want your share of the money or WHAT?
But I TOLD you, SHE’S got it --
Kelsey raises her gun. FIRES.
THWIP. THWIP. THWIP.
Three shots to the chest.
Kasper looks down in horror.
Another THWIP to the head.
Right between the eyes.
He falls over, THWUNK.
Jesus, Kelsey. Did you have to do THAT?
He wouldn’t fucking SHUT UP.