A Charitable Withdrawal

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In Chapter 15 of THE HEISTERS, we flash back to the start of the robbery, where Kelsey and the boys break into the stadium late at night ... then flash forward to wheelman Jefty Jones conducting 'a survey' at Jackie Tempel's squeeze's joint to find out if she's the one who stole the gang's haul ...


EXT. STADIUM GATE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Ludo carries a fold-up chair and a newspaper.
Sets the chair down next to the gate.
Puts the paper on it.

He turns toward Chick.
Interlocks his fingers together.

Holds them down below his knees.
Chick steps onto Ludo’s hands and
GRABS the bars.

Ludo then HOISTS Chick up.
He GRABS the top.

Ludo GRABS Chick’s feet and
PUSHES him up higher.

Chick squeezes through the
opening at the top of the gate
and drops down on the other side
with a soft THUD.

Ludo pulls down his scarf.
Sits. Starts reading the paper.

IN THE MERCEDES
Ronan turns.

Looks at Kelsey.
Staring out the windshield.

RONAN
Been awhile since we worked together.

KELSEY
(eyes straight ahead)
Seems like old times --

RONAN
(stares at her, fidgets)
You never get nervous, do you.
(off her silence)
I get a bit -- on edge.
Then when the job gets going,
I calm down.
Kinda go onto auto-pilot.

KELSEY
(sees something)
Don’t look now,
but we’re coming in for a landing.

LUDO
Gets up from his chair.
Stretches and yawns.

KELSEY AND RONAN
Get out of the car.

Go the trunk. Open it.
Ronan takes out two large duffle bags.

Kelsey grabs a large suitcase.
They carry them over to Ludo.

LUDO
(takes Kelsey’s bag)
Gate’s open.

KELSEY
Then let’s go make
a charitable withdrawal.

EXT. SHITTY APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
A plain, ordinary cement joint
on the outskirts of town
brought to you by the color grey.

Jefty walks up the front walk.
Gets to the front door.

Searches the mailboxes for a name.
Finds it. RINGS the bell.

Nervously fingers the clipboard
he’s carrying.

KELSEY (V.O.)
The gag was taking a survey
about entertainment habits.
What were you doing last night?
Watching TV? A DVD?
Cruising the internet?
Social networking?
Playing a videogame?
(beat)
If they were quick to respond,
we knew they weren’t a suspect.
Anybody who had killed someone
that violently and robbed them
of two bags stuffed with cash w
ould react in some way
that’d be noticeable.
(beat)
Simple. Easy.
Something anybody could do --

The door BUZZES.
Jefty walks in.

INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Dimly lit. Shitty, stained carpet.
A door OPENS down the hall.

A tough-looking YOUNG CHICK (20’s),
tattooed and pierced leans out the doorway.
Rubs her black jeans.

TATTOOED CHICK
What do you want?

JEFTY
Are you the woman of the house?

TATTOOED CHICK
Who wants to know?

JEFTY
I’m with the Global Media Group.
We’re doing a survey
about entertainment habits.

TATTOOED CHICK
'Entertainment habits?'

JEFTY
Yeah.
You know, do you watch TV or DVD’s,
do you go on the internet --
(big smile)
Can I come in?
It’ll just take a minute, I promise.

TATTOOED CHICK
What the fuck.
C’mon in.

She ducks in.
Jefty follows her.

INT. SHITTY APARTMENT - NIGHT
Jefty follows her into
the threadbare living room --

JEFTY
Thanks for letting me --

Where he sees two
BIG PLAINCLOTHES DETECTIVES
in cheap suits and cheaper haircuts.
Standing in the middle of the room.

NASTY PLAINCLOTHES DICK
Taking a survey, huh?
Can we see some identification?

JEFTY
(starts to freak out)
I, uh -- uh --

UGLY PLAINCLOTHES DICK
What’s the matter, son --
cat got your arrest record?

JEFTY
Sorry -- I made a mistake --

He turns around and RUNS for the door.
The cops WHIP OUT their guns.
DASH after him.

TATTOOED CHICK
GET the fucker!

IN THE CORRIDOR
Jefty RUNS.
TOSSES the clipboard.

Pulls his gun out of his pocket.
Looks for a place to get rid of it.

The cops see the gun.
SHOUT out --

UGLY PLAINCLOTHES DICK
STOP, POLICE --

NASTY PLAINCLOTHES DICK
Put the weapon DOWN or we’ll SHOOT --

But he keeps running.
Gets to the end.

Starts to open the door.
The cops OPEN FIRE.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

Jefty’s body JERKS like a puppet
in a dance of death.

SLAMS against the door.
Slides down, red smears on the glass.

NASTY PLAINCLOTHES DICK
Your show’s been CANCELLED.