Monday, February 13, 2012

Foul Play



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In Chapter 21 of BABY HEISTER, in the aftermath of killing the double-crossers AND undercover officer Ray Stark, teenage heister Kelsey Hazard and the gang torch the hideout and hit the road. Meanwhile, robbery/homicide chief Darryl Rooker brings on board Flint Cole, a crazed, borderline pyscho cop, and orders him to 'go fucking nuts' ...


EXT. TILLY’S JOINT - DAY
Kelsey RIPS a sign off the side
of the Roto-Helper truck.
It now reads CRIME SCENE BUSTERS.

INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - OFFICE - DAY
Chief Detective Darryl Rooker sits behind his desk.

Looks really pissed off.
Sips a mug of coffee.

DARRYL
Went off without a hitch.
Not a shot was fired.
Guards were tied, gagged
and stuffed in a truck.
Whole thing went down
in a couple of minutes.

Standing nearby holding a
bottle of water is another COP.

COP
Sounds like a Doc Hazard special to me.

Meet FLINT COLE (40’s), ex Marine.
Now a bit fleshy. Crazy eyes.

Does the undercover thing a little too well.
You can practically smell him on the page.
But he’s still the best.

DARRYL
No shit.
I want you to get your ass
over to Palm Springs.

FLINT
I thought Willis was on that.

DARRYL
He’s disappeared.
I think he might have been
the victim of foul play.

FLINT
Got too close?

DARRYL
Either that, or he went
to the dark side and got burned.

FLINT
Which is why you called me.

DARRYL
Well, you’re off suspension.
Cleared of all charges.
And you’ve got a bit of a
reputation for --

FLINT
My unorthodox methods?

DARRYL
Yeah, well -- you get results.
(beat)
The department has been after
Doc Hazard and his crew
for over twenty years.
They’ve cost the taxpayers
millions of dollars.
You get where I’m going with this?

FLINT
In other words,
you want me to blow the lid off?

DARRYL
I want you to go fucking nuts.
And that’s an order.

Flint CRUSHES the bottle.
CRACK. Water EXPLODES.

FLINT
Let’s fucking rock.

EXT. TILLY’S JOINT - DAY
Doc and Kelsey sit in the truck.

See flames of fire licking
the edges of the windows
on the first floor of the house.

Reno and Dusty dash out the front door.
Run to the truck.

Jump in the back.
Doc turns around.
Looks at them.

DOC
You got the barn, too?
(off his nod, to Kelsey)
Let’s roll.

Kelsey turns the ignition.
Starts going down the driveway.

THE HOUSE
EXPLODES IN A BALL OF FIRE -- BOOM.
Debris goes FLYING.

DOC
Turns looks out the window.

DOC
What the --

RENO
Little trick I learned.
Hot water heater in the basement.
(smiles)
Put the bodies right next to it.

A HUMAN HAND
Lands on the windshield with a SLAP.
Kelsey SCREAMS.

EXT. DOC’S FARMHOUSE - FRONT PORCH - AT THAT MOMENT
Jo comes out the front door.
Looks natty in a black men’s suit.

She goes down the steps,
on a mission, walks toward --

EXT. DOC’S BARN - DAY
A massive, two-story affair.
Jo walks over to the big doors.

IN THE BARN
Jo SNAPS on the lights,
revealing a giant, two-story room.

Bales of hay sits against the far wall.
She grabs a pitchfork. STABS it.
TOSSES IT with surprising strength.

INT. DOC’S BARN - A LITTLE LATER
The front portion of the
bales of hay is now gone,
revealing a pair of doors.
She unlocks them. Steps inside --

A HIDDEN COMPARTMENT
Where we see a big vehicle covered with a tarp.
She grabs the front end. YANKS it off,
revealing -- a CADILLAC HEARSE.

2 comments:

  1. Hey sweetie... coming to you from the sunny Oregon Coast... well, okay... maybe not so sunny... lol! We came to Arch Cape Inn to celebrate Valentine's! Tina is on the phone trying to put out some fire back at the office (I'm a little miffed she gave them the number here, but it gives me an opportunity to catch up on the blog)so I thought I'd see what Kelsey is up to...

    Hmmm... nothing like turning the hideout into chunks of charcoal to leave a cold trail for 'la polizia'!

    Cole sounds like 10 pounds of dynamite in a five pound box... with a very short fuse... nice twist... bringing in a psycho cop to do the 'wet work'.

    I'm thinking Doc and the gang don't want to get too comfortable!

    xoxoxoxo <3 <3 <3

    Ronni

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  2. Great metaphor for Cole. '10 pounds of dynamite,' indeed.

    BANG.

    Have fun on your trip. I expect to get a full report later.

    *dirty chuckle*

    Luv ya!

    xoxoxoxo

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