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In chapter 12 from THE HEISTERS, we flash back to the stadium robbery, where Kelsey and the boys lay in wait, and then overpower the guards as they arrive in the morning ...
INT. STADIUM OFFICE - STORAGE ROOM - NIGHT
Kelsey, Ronan and Chick sit on the floor playing cards.
Ludo walks in the room juggling four cups of coffee.
Closes the door with his foot. Starts passing them out.
Thank fucking god for Mr. Coffee --
Tell me about it. Thanks.
Don’t mind if I do --
(takes a sip)
What time is it?
(looks at his watch)
Almost seven --
They’ll be showing up soon.
Let’s get out there --
They all get up. File out of the room.
INT. FINANCE OFFICE - DAY
Kelsey and Chick stand near the front window. Watching.
Ludo and Ronan are on either side of the door holding Uzis.
Here comes two of ‘em. A guy and a girl --
Jeez. Check out the cans on THAT heifer.
Everyone is quiet. Listening.
We hear a key JIGGLING in the door.
It OPENS, and in walk a NERDY GUY (20’s)
and a FAT CHICK (30’s).
Ludo and Ronan POKE them with their Uzis.
Make a sound and you’re shredded wheat, got it?
Into the storage room. MARCH.
Nerdy and Fat look at each other. Freaked.
They nod, look down, and start walking.
Ronan follows them.
Ludo takes position at the door again.
Kelsey joins him.
Here comes one of the guards.
Careful. This guy is BIG.
Footsteps POUND-POUND-POUND outside the door. It OPENS.
In walks a THREE-HUNDRED POUND MONSTER.
I mean, this guy is BIG.
The love child of Refrigerator Perry and Precious.
Ludo points his Uzi at Monster Guard.
Takes a step back.
Don’t move. Stay right where you are.
Quick as lightning, he reaches out
and SWATS the gun out of Ludo’s hand.
GRABS him around the throat with his meaty paws.
Nobody gonna rob MY office --
Kelsey RACES over.
PISTOL-WHIPS him on the head with her gun.
But it does no good. He blinks.
Keeps squeezing Ludo’s throat,
who’s face is now turning bright red.
Kelsey pulls out a silencer.
Screws it on her gun --
Just as Chick walks up and CRACKS
a folding chair over his head, BANG.
Monster lets go of Ludo.
Takes a step back, weaves a little,
then falls over, hits the floor with a THUD.
The bigger they are --
The harder you have to smash’ em over the head.
(rubbing his neck)
I actually starting seeing stars, like in the cartoons --
C’mon, help me drag him into the storage room.
They each take an ankle. Give him a YANK.
But he won’t budge. Ludo looks at them. Smiles.
Let me do it. I could bench press that fat fuck.
Kelsey and Chick step back.
Ludo GRABS his ankles.
Starts pulling him across the floor to the back.
That’s what I call ‘dead weight.’
The door CLICKS.
Kelsey leans down, picks up Ludo’s Uzi.
THREE GUARDS file in, holding Starbucks.
(waves his gun)
Stop right there, fellas.
Reach for your piece,
and it’s lights out, right in the mochachino.
(GRABS his piece)
What the FUCK?
You heard the lady.
Get your hand OFF THE GUN.
(hand on his piece)
But there’s three of us, and two of you.
That may be,
but this semi-automatic weapon
will turn you into Swiss cheese
faster than you can say ‘Mall Cop.’
HEY. There’s no need to be NASTY.
If you don’t get your asses over here in two seconds --
Ten feet away.
Pointing HIS Uzi at them.
Nasty is just the BEGINNING.
These people man BUSINESS.
It’s not worth DYING for --
Surly and Angry take their hands off their guns. Sigh.
All three start walking toward the back.
(looks at Kelsey)
I almost had a coronary --
No time for that. Take a deep breath.
We still have four more employees on the way.
Don’t worry. Figure of speech.
Great work with the chair, by the way.
Thanks. I was trained by the best.
Nah. Parents had eight kids --