Wednesday, January 25, 2012
The Big, Bad Wolf
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In Chapter 8 of BABY HEISTER, teenage wannabe bank robber Kelsey Hazard convinces her grandfather, retired heister Doc Hazard to teach her the tricks of the trade. Meanwhile, we learn that Ray Stark isn't who he appears to be ...
EXT. DOC'S FARMHOUSE - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT
Crickets CHIRP in the background.
The wind RUSTLES through the trees.
The front yard looks
ghostly in the moonlight.
Doc and Kelsey sit on the porch
with bottles of beer.
I keep seeing it happen
over and over again in my head.
It’ll go away after awhile.
It’ll happen less and less,
then just go away.
Most of the time.
You ever killed someone?
Fool kid tried a cross,
thought he could take the entire haul.
Was MUCH more careful about
who I worked with after that.
I didn’t even think.
I saw him, grabbed the gun -- and --
She sighs. Shakes her head.
Reliving it again. Sips her beer.
You know I care about you
like you were my own daughter, right?
I guess so.
I can’t believe I’m gonna say this --
Still wanna be a heister?
Then I guess we better
get some shut-eye.
Tomorrow’s gonna be a big day.
Got alot to teach ya.
Kelsey LEAPS UP out of her chair.
Goes to Doc. HUGS him.
Ohmigod, THANK YOU, Doc.
I LOVE YOU.
Calm down, calm down.
Heisters don’t squeal
like little girls.
What made you change your mind?
Well, you got kicked out
of school the first day.
Fucked up your job the first day.
But the way you handled that shotgun tonight?
Guess some things were just meant to be.
EXT. DESERT PALMS MOTEL - NIGHT
One of those old, ramshackle affairs
that were built back when people
still cared about character.
Flashing neon sign reads VACANCY.
COMPLETE COMFORT. POOL. FREE HBO.
INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
A sea of knotty pine and desert motif.
Ray lies in bed fully-dressed
watching an old black and white movie on TV.
Smoking. Sipping a bottle of beer.
The phone RINGS. He answers it.
INT. LOS ANGELES POLICE HEADQUARTERS - OFFICE - NIGHT
The small, dimly-lit office of an overworked,
underpaid robbery/homicide detective.
Piles of paperwork. File folders.
Document boxes on the floor.
Empty pizza box on a chair.
A tall, grey-haired COP
leans back in his chair,
talks on the phone.
Meet DARRYL ROOKER (40’s), fit.
In shape. Looks agitated.
Head of the special
‘Hazard Family’ task force.
You sniff out anything?
The old man’s real slick.
Doesn’t trust me.
Why doesn’t that surprise me?
But I’ve gotta way to get close.
His granddaughter is staying with him.
Griff and Chelle’s kid.
Wants to be heister.
Yeah. Guess the apple doesn’t
fall far from the bank job.
Careful. Keep your dick in your --
I’m not gonna fuck her.
I’m gonna USE her.
Get this -- she wants to be a heister,
but grandpa doesn’t wanna teach her.
So I offered to.
Watch out. You’re playing with fire.
But I gotta get close --
Yeah. But not TOO close.
They smell a rat,
and you’re history.
Doc Hazard is a legend.
Never been busted,
and he didn’t get that way
by letting an undercover dick
get too close.
Don’t worry. I’m being careful.
And stay away from the granddaughter.
From your lips to God’s ears.
They hang up.
Ray takes a sip of beer. Smiles.
Better watch out, little girl.
The big, bad wolf’s in town.