Monday, October 28, 2013

Legs For Days


In Chapter 1 of THE HEISTERS, we meet career criminal Kelsey Hazard, who's just pulled off the perfect score, now holed up with a boy toy for a little R&R ...


EXT. SANTA MONICA - BAY STREET - NIGHT
A leafy side-street off the main drag. Quiet.
Bucolic. Small homes.

Some nice, some shitty.
The cheap seats. But safe.

A WOMAN (40) comes walking toward us
down the sidewalk.

Tough-looking, but very hot.
Cigarette dangling off blood-red lips.

Curves galore.
Legs for days.
Lips for nights.

Meet KELSEY HAZARD,
a tight, taught bundle of swagger.

Long chestnut hair tied tight in a ponytail.
Eyes flashing with that world-weary air
of someone who’s seen it all.

Several times.

She gets to the corner.
Starts walking across the street.

KELSEY (V.O.)
The job had gone well.
We’d made off with a little
over a million bucks.
All in all, not a bad haul.

Kelsey gets to the front door
of a small MARKET. Goes in.

INT. MARKET - NIGHT
Kelsey walks over the beer cooler.

Grabs a couple six-packs.
Takes them up to the register.

KELSEY (V.O.)
I’d been holed up for two days
with a low-level errand boy
for a local crew, and needed supplies.
(beat)
All that fucking makes a gal thirsty.

KELSEY
(to the clerk)
Can I get a carton
of Marlboro one-hundreds?

The AWKWARD CLERK (20) nods.
Reaches up above for the smokes.

KELSEY (V.O.)
We’d all been laying low
for a few days after the score
until the heat died down.

Awkward rings up the total.
Looks at the register.

AWKWARD CLERK
That’ll be seventy-two dollars
and thirty-eight cents.

KELSEY
(gives him some cash)
Fucking cancer sticks are gonna
break the bank one of these days --

AWKWARD CLERK
(takes it)
You should smoke generics, like I do.
Much cheaper.

She looks at him more closely.
Appraising.

KELSEY
You live around here?

AWKWARD CLERK
Uh -- yeah.
On t-tenth street.

KELSEY
(arches an eyebrow)
Maybe sometime we could --
work out a trade.

AWKWARD CLERK
Uh -- yeah. Sure --

KELSEY
(nods, big smile)
Later.

He stares.
She grabs her bag.
Starts for the door.

AWKWARD CLERK
Hey.
You forgot your change --

KELSEY
(over her shoulder)
Keep it.
Get yourself something nice.
Splurge.
Live a little.

And she’s gone.
Awkward watches her go.

Shakes his head.
Wow.

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