Friday, January 27, 2012
One Lucky Frill
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In Chapter 10 of BABY HEISTER, after finishing the day's training, teenage wannabe bank robber Kelsey Hazard and her grandfather Doc sit down to a big dinner, and then to Kelsey's surprise, a motley crew of heisters arrive and join them ...
INT. BARN - DAY - IN MONTAGE
We see Doc Kelsey doing a series of exercises.
Jumping rope. Push ups. Pull ups.
Jumping Jacks. Climbing a rope. Boxing.
Doc holds the punching bag as Kelsey
SLAMS IT with boxing gloves.
She’s drenched in sweat. Looks fierce.
Like a warrior. Doc BLOWS a whistle.
That’s enough for now.
Don’t wanna kill you.
Kelsey nods. Out of breath.
Doc checks his watch.
Let’s go get some supper.
Get somethin’ in yer belly.
INT. DOC'S FARMHOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
A big spread has been laid out on table.
Burgers. Fried chicken. Pasta salad.
Mashed potatoes. The works.
Eves have been added to the table
so that more people can sit.
Jo is finishing setting
place settings for six people.
Doc and Kelsey walk in,
see the culinary explosion.
A meal fit for a king.
Why the extra chairs?
We’re expecting company.
Sit. Dig in.
Kelsey sits. Grabs a chicken leg.
Starts chewing. Starving.
What kind of company?
The doorbell RINGS.
Jo starts for the door.
I’ll get it. Sit.
Doc nods. Takes a chair.
Starts filling his plate.
INT. DOC'S FARMHOUSE - FRONT DOOR - DAY
Jo opens the front door.
Revealing three HEISTERS, grinning.
RENO BLACK (30’s)
a stocky fireplug of gruffness nods.
Nice to see ya again, Jo.
We’re here for the free meal.
DUSTY VEGA (40’s), dark and slick,
a poor man’s Al Pacino nudges him.
Chewing on a toothpick.
You know Reno.
If food were the food of love,
he’d eat on.
SIMON LEEDS (20’s), tall and thin,
the rockabilly version of Jonathan Rhys-Meyers
shakes his head with mock-embarrassment.
Please pardon the lowlife criminal element.
I’m embarrassed to be seen in their company,
but I’m afraid I have bills to pay.
I don’t think we’ve met --
Simon takes her hand. Kisses it.
Simon Leeds, at your service.
INT. DOC'S FARMHOUSE - KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER
Everyone sits around the table chowing down.
Kelsey keeps sneaking glances at Simon.
Smitten, but hiding it. Sort of.
Kelsey here is learning how to be a heister.
And YOU’RE teaching her?
He’s the master.
You’re one lucky frill.
What’s a 'frill?'
Kelsey BURSTS into laughter.
We have our own patois,
like any other subculture.
So -- is it okay
to talk about the job --
with her at the table?
Yep. In fact,
I’d like her to be IN on the job.
I’m not sure that’s such a --
I know what you’re thinking,
but hear me out.
She’s my kin.
We can trust her.
That’s true, but --
Think of it as on-the-job training.
I’d like her to observe every aspect
of planning the heist --
she just won’t DO the heist.
Well, if she’s not doing the job,
what could it hurt?
He’s got a point.
(winks at Kelsey)
Be kinda fun
to teach a baby heister.
PUSH IN ON Kelsey’s face.
Blushing a deep red.