Crime Doesn't Pay

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In Chapter 30 of THE HEISTERS, sleazy b-girl Doll Montana discovers the cops are watching her flea-bag joint and decides to move the stolen money from the heist. Meanwhile, the FBI searches Kelsey's low-rent motel room and discovers wheelman Kaspar Garza's dead body under the bed ...


INT. DOLL’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The woozy, sax-drenched cocktail swoon
of Morphine plays on the hi-fi.

The TV’s on with the sound off.
Some nature show.

Doll lights a joint.
Takes a big hit.

Then cocks her head.
She hears something outside.

Gets up, goes to the window.
Looks out. Sees --

EXT. SPEEDWAY - NIGHT
An unmarked COP CAR
sits idling across the street.

DOLL
Stares with horror.

DOLL
Fucking COPS.

Doll races to the coffee table.
Stubs out the joint.

Hides it under the ashtray.
Looks around the apartment wildly.

Thinking. Then stops.
Realizes.

DOLL
The fucking MONEY.

She turns and heads for the kitchen.

IN THE KITCHEN
Doll goes to the back door.
Opens it. Goes outside to --

THE REAR ALLEY
Where her piece of shit
pea-green Dodge Dart Swinger
is parked.

She goes to the trunk.
Fishes out her keys.
Opens it.

EXT. VENICE ALLEY - NIGHT
Ronan’s car pulls up behind Kelsey’s.
Parks. He gets out.

Pulls out his gun.
Starts walking toward Doll’s building.

INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Ren Rosen and Elwin Marr stand
on either side of the door
to room twenty-three.
Guns raised.

Ren KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKS loudly.
SHOUTS.

REN
This is the FBI.
OPEN THE DOOR.
We’ve got the place SURROUNDED.

Silence.
He BANG-BANG-BANGS again.

REN
THIS IS THE FBI.
Open the door NOW,
or we’re COMING IN.

Silence.

Elwin pulls a pass key
out of his pocket.

Ren nods.
He puts the key in.
Turns it.

Carefully unlocks it,
staying against the wall outside --

Ren KICKS it open with his foot.
It FLIES open.

They wait.
Listening. Nothing.

He nods at Elwin,
and they RACE IN --

INT. RONAN’S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
To find it empty.

REN
Shit.

ELWIN
Fuck.

Ren goes to the closet.
Opens it. Nothing.

Elwin goes to the bathroom.
Looks. Empty.

Ren goes the bed.
Gets down.

Looks under it.
Smiles. Evil.

REN
We gotta dead heister
under the bed.

ELWIN
Is it the chick?

REN
Nah.
Some Hispanic guy.
Ugly sonofabitch.

ELWIN
Crime doesn’t pay.
Or get you laid --

Elwin pulls out his radio.
Speaks into it.

ELWIN
Hey, Mart.
You and Stark come on up.
They’ve flown the coop.

INTERCUT WITH:

EXT. VENICE MOTOR COURT HOTEL - NIGHT
Meg and Mart stand in the alley
outside the window.

Mart looks up.
Speaks into his radio.

MART
Damn.
You guys find anything?

ELWIN
We gotta stiff.
Come on up.

MART
Roger that.
Over.

He puts the radio away.
Looks at Meg.

MEG
So?

MART
They’re gone.
Except for one, who’s dead.

MEG
(big smile)
Now we’re TALKING.

MART
You’re -- happy about that?

MEG
It’s a fucking LEAD, detective.
Of COURSE I’m happy --
(beat)
C’mon, let’s go.

They start walking back to the hotel.

MART
So -- you married?

Meg stops dead in her tracks.
Stares at him.
Eyes burning.

MEG
Yeah.
To my JOB.

She continues on.

MART
Hey, I’m sorry.
I just -- like a woman who’s strong.
In control.

PUSH IN ON Meg’s face.
Amused.

MEG
So do I, detective.
(beat)
So do I --