Fucked-Up Daddy Fixation

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In Chapter 5 of THE HEISTERS, career criminal Kelsey Hazard meets with crew leader Ronan Kenny to give him the bad news about the money from the score being stolen ...


INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Your standard, bland touristy-tacky room
brought to you by the color beige.

Big painting of a ship at sea.
Cliche much?

Standing in the room is RONAN KENNY (40’s),
a big, burly block of Irish Spring.

Jet-black hair frames a face
that only a boxer could love.

Crude prison tattoos
dot faded grey skin.

He CRUSHES a can of beer.
Tosses it the trash can.
Stares at her meaningfully.

RONAN
I’d say it was great to see ya,
but since you’re gonna
give me bad news, I dunno.

KELSEY
Tell me about it.

Kelsey sees a YOUNG BLONDE CHICK (20)
sitting on the bed.

KELSEY
Who’s the frill?

RONAN
This is Becky.

BECKY
(gives a little wave)
Hey.

Meet BECKY FINE, party girl deluxe.
Your standard former cheerleader
now on a one-way bender
to hitting the skids.

Puffy, red-rimmed eyes
belie a soft expanse
of creamy skin.

BECKY
Well, aren’t you
going to introduce us?

Ronan pulls out his wallet.
Hands her some cash.

RONAN
Why don’t you go to the supermarket
and get us some more beer.
And get some chips.
Beef jerky.
That kinda shit.

BECKY
(pouts)
But the supermarket’s
fifteen minutes away --

He stares at her.
She stares back.

Then crumples.
Gets up.

Grabs her bag.
Goes out the door.

Slams it.
BANG.

KELSEY
Don’t tell me.
You met her on a job.

RONAN
Nah.
Believe it or not,
we’ve been dating a few weeks.
Got some fucked-up daddy fixation.
(motions to the table)
Enough chit-chat.
What happened?

They both sit.
Kelsey pulls out her smokes.

Lights one up.
Studies him carefully.

He stares at her,
stone-faced.

KELSEY
I went out for
ten minutes to get supplies,
come back, boy-toy is DEAD,
and the money’s GONE.

RONAN
Fuck.

KELSEY
Yeah.

RONAN
FUCK.

KELSEY
Uh, YEAH.

RONAN
Whaddaya think?
Was it someone on the crew,
or an outside job?

KELSEY
Smells like a civilian.
The kid was fucking STABBED
with a samurai sword in the neck.
He was fucking HARPOONED
to the bed.

RONAN
Shit --

KELSEY
Why would a burglar do that?
They just want to get in and out.
Must have been someone
that knew him, had a grudge.
Like an ex-lover.
Maybe it was a crime of passion.
And then they called the cops
so I would take the fall.
So they must have been watching us --

RONAN
Makes sense.
But just to make sure,
we should check out
the rest of the crew, don’tcha think?
Someone could be trying to make it
LOOK like a crime of passion.

KELSEY
Nah.
This smells like
amateur hour all the way.
If one of our crew did it,
they wouldn’t have killed the kid.
No percentage in it --
it would have turned
the heat up to ‘high.’
We need to gather everybody up
and work on this as a team.
(thinks)
DeLuca and Aber
are shacked up together.
I’ll get them first.
You track down Garza and Jones.

RONAN
Okay.

KELSEY
Good --

They stare at each other.
Something passes between them.

RONAN
Hey.
I just realized.
You counted it.
How much did we get?

KELSEY
A little over a million.

RONAN
NICE.
So we each get --

He frowns.
Trying to do the math
in his head.

KELSEY
About a hundred
and seventy-K each.

RONAN
Shit.
I could sure use
a hundred and seventy-K.

KELSEY
You and me both, doll.
(beat)
But first we have
to get it back --