Friday, May 29, 2015
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In Chapter 20 of BABY HEISTER, Doc takes Kelsey on a road trip so they can bond ... and buy firearms for the armored car job.
EXT. BAKERSFIELD - ANTIQUE STORE - DAY
A sleepy, small town main street
with sparse traffic and few pedestrians
late morning on a weekday.
Doc’s truck parks in front of
an old, run-down looking joint.
INT. ANTIQUE STORE - DAY
Jammed with all kinds of old shit,
most of which looks pretty worthless.
The cobwebs have cobwebs.
STEIN (50’s), a round, balding,
grumpy-looking chap greets Doc and Kelsey.
Lookin’ for anything in particular?
Antique model airplanes.
(looks at Kelsey)
Kinda young --
She’s flying with me.
He nods. Goes to the front door.
Locks it. Turns the sign around.
'Sorry, We’re Closed.'
Heads toward the back.
IN THE BASEMENT
Solly leads them down a flight
of rickety stairs to a small room,
walls lined with shelves
stuffed with old boxes,
making it seem smaller.
Floor covered with wooden crates.
What were you looking for?
I need three pieces.
Hoping you’d give me the group rate.
What’s the job?
Jacking a can.
He nods. Walks over to a shelf.
Grabs a vintage model airplane box.
Opens it. Pushes aside white tissue paper.
Pulls out a Smith & Wesson
three-fifty-seven magnum revolver.
(hands it to him)
(smiles, to Kelsey)
One bullet can take out an engine.
You got two more just like this?
Only used once, on the same job.
Five hundred each.
I’ll give you twelve-hundred.
And I’ll throw in a box of ammo.
Holsters if you want ‘em.
(off his nod)
Wanna check it?
Then let’s see the other two.
Solly walks over to the middle of the room
where we see a circular drain grate.
He pulls it off, revealing dirt. Nods.
Turns. Gets another pair of boxes.
Hold your ears.
Kelsey clamps her hands
on the sides of her head. Nods.
Doc walks over.
Points it into the dirt.
Takes aim. Fires. BANG.
Looks at the hole. Nods.
Hands the gun to her.
She takes it. Wide-eyed.
Smells the gun barrel.
Solly takes out the other two weapons.
Doc takes one. Examines it. Nods.
Then the other. Checks the site. Nods.
We’ve done business before.
If they’re just used for show,
I’ll buy ‘em back at half price.
I’ll let you know.
Puts the guns back in their boxes.
Hands them to Kelsey,
who tries not to look
like a kid at Christmas.
Doc pulls out his money roll.
Counts it out. Hands it over.
Pleasure doing business.
The family that heists together,
stays together, huh?
Something like that.