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In Chapter 27 of THE HEISTERS, things really start to heat up when Kelsey and Ronan have their final standoff at the construction site, with a little violent help from Doll, high up above in the scaffolding. Meanwhile, detectives Isaacs and Nunn find a surprise in the trunk of Doll's car ...
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
Kelsey stares at Ronan. Shakes her head with disgust.
Wait. Let me guess.
And you had Little Miss Cokehead convinced
you were gonna run off with her
and live happily ever after?
What do YOU think?
(yells up above)
You hear that, Doll-face?
Your boyfriend was gonna double-cross you.
You weren’t gonna get SQUAT.
Whattaya think about THAT?
Eyes bulge. Her face turns red. She sees a pick-axe.
Picks it up. Moves closer to where they’re standing.
Calls up to her.
Don’t listen to her, baby.
She’s a lying, filthy, rotten CUNT.
She thinks her shit don’t --
The axe goes WHIZZING through the air.
It HITS Ronan on the top of the head
with a sickening CRUNCH --
And he falls over, THUD.
Blood starts pouring down his head.
Kelsey LEAPS BACK.
Gets under the scaffolding.
There’s plenty more where that came from, BITCH.
So if you know what’s good for you,
STAY AWAY FROM ME.
Kelsey goes to the scaffolding.
Starts climbing up.
Step into my parlor,
said the spider to the fly --
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Nunn and Isaacs stand in the foyer. Nunn RINGS Doll’s bell.
She’s not in I tell you --
Intel said she’s home every night.
Whattaya say we snoop around?
Yeah. Let’s go check around the back.
Could use the fresh air and exercise.
Good idea. Work off those donuts --
They walk towards the alley between the building.
EXT. BACK ALLEY - NIGHT
Isaacs and Nunn walk over to her rear window. Look in.
Funny. All her lights are on --
(sees her car)
Car’s here --
So what? This is Venice. People WALK --
Isaacs stares at the car. Narrows his eyes.
Wait a MINUTE --
He walks over to the trunk.
Looks down at the ground.
Picks up a pair of bills.
Waves them at Nunn
Check it out.
Couple of C-notes on the ground.
The STADIUM JOB --
Isaacs pulls out his service revolver.
SHOOTS at the trunk, BANG. Opens it.
Sees the open duffle bag stuffed with cash.
Holy fucking SHIT.
Somebody’s getting a promotion --
No worries. I’ll share the credit with you.
Really? You’d do that for me?
Fuck, yeah. You’re my partner.
Now go call it in before you get
all weepy-eyed and shit.
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Kelsey climbs up the scaffolding. Pissed-off. On fire.
They say men think with their dicks.
They also double-cross with them, too.
I’d heard a gunshot nearby.
Hopefully it was just
someone in the neighborhood,
maybe some gang-banger.
If it was the cops, I was fucked.
The money was so close I could taste it.
All I had to do was get the car keys
from the bitch up above me --
but given what she did to Ronan,
I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
I just had to watch my back --
And my head.
She pulls out her cell phone.
Punches a number. Listens.
It’s me. I’ve got her.
Four-story building under construction
a couple blocks away --
YOU’RE gonna get it -- ?
Okay. Gotcha. That’ll work.
Let me just wrap up this loose end
and I’ll meet you somewhere --
Parking lot at the north end.
Got it. See you there.
She keeps climbing.
ON THE ROOF
Doll looks down over the edge.
Hears Kelsey climbing.
She grabs some scraps of wood.
Starts HURLING them down at her.
Stay AWAY FROM ME
or I’ll fucking KILL YOU.
DUCKS under the scaffolding planks above her.
The scraps of wood HIT above her.
You’re gonna have to do better than THAT, Goth-ip Girl.
She looks around in the darkness.
Something metal glistens in the moonlight.
A CROWBAR. She GRABS it.
Continues her climb.
Mommy’s home, and she’s PISSED --
A police siren WHOOP-WHOOPS in the distance.
Kelsey turns. Hears it.
Clutches the crowbar like a bat.
Time for your bed time story --
But I’m afraid you’re not
going to like the ENDING.