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In Chapter 30 of BABY HEISTER, Dusty and Reno hang out at the airport cafe waiting for their flight to join the other heisters, but the shit hits the fan when robbery/homicide detective Flint Cole spots them and gives chase ...


INT. AIRPORT RESTAURANT - DAY
One of those bland joints for travelers
that don’t care about ambiance.

Reno and Dusty sit at
a table with burgers,
fries and bottles of beer
watching the planes take off.

DUSTY
What are you gonna do with your share?

RENO
Miami, baby. Surf, sun and pussy.
(eats some fries)
Whattaya gonna do with yours?

DUSTY
Think I’ll hit Vegas.

RENO
You fucking kidding me?
That’s just throwing it away --

The door opens.
In walks Flint.
He takes a stool.

The HICK BARTENDER (40’s) comes over.
Nods. Real friendly-like.

HICK BARTENDER
What can I get ya?

FLINT
Coffee, to go. Black.

Hick nods. Turns around.
Goes to fix it.

Flint’s phone RINGS.
He pulls his cell out.

FLINT
Tell me something good.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. DARRYL ROOKER’S OFFICE - DAY
Darryl sits behind his desk.
Looks at a couple of drawings.

DARRYL
Just got a lead.
Sketch of one of the perps.

FLINT
A sketch?
How’s a fucking ghost gonna help me?

DARRYL
It’s not a ghost.
One of the guards
is an amateur artist.
Drew it himself.
He’s pretty good.
Amazing detail.

FLINT
And --

DARRYL
We ran it against the database,
and guess who’s name came up?

Hick Bartender comes over.
Hands Flint his coffee.

FLINT
Thanks.

DARRYL
You still there?

FLINT
Yeah. I’m waiting --

DARRYL
Reno Black.
Known associate of
Griff and Chelle Hazard.
Remember him?

FLINT
Reno Black? Hell, yeah.
I put him away a couple years ago.
Bank job in Tucson.

RENO AND DUSTY
Hear him. Turn their heads. Look at Flint.

RENO
(whispers)
Oh, shit. It’s that fucking cop.

FLINT
Sips his coffee. Listens.

FLINT
Well, you know what they say.
Love is better the second time around --

RENO AND DUSTY
Look at each other. Nod.
Slowly get up. Reno grabs the bag.

FLINT
Gets up from his stool.
Grabs his coffee.
Looks out the window at the
waves of heat on the asphalt.

FLINT
Why did it have to be Palm Springs?
It’s a fucking OVEN out there.
(listens)
I’m still in the airport.
Getting some coffee.

Reno and Dusty walk by
feigning nonchalance, heads down.

Flint looks at them out of
the corner of his eye.

FLINT
I’ll be there right away.
And tell the local fuzz
not to touch ANYTHING.

Flint cocks his head.
Suddenly recognizes Reno.

FLINT
HEY.

Reno and Dusty look. Freak.
RUN toward the door.
SLAM it open.
FLY into the corridor.

Flint SHOVES the phone in his pocket.
YANKS his gun out its holster.
CHASES after them.

FLINT
Stop, POLICE --

INT. AIRPORT CONCOURSE - DAY
An open-air space with white fabric above
and palm trees surrounding the stairs
going down to a lower level.

Reno and Dusty come RACING down the steps,
Reno hugging the duffle for dear life.
Flint RUNS after them.

They go around a corner.
See a gift shop.

RACE into it.
Flint follows them in hot pursuit.

RENO AND DUSTY
FLY out the back entrance.

FLINT
Runs into the store.
SMASHES into a display of books.

They go FLYING in the air.
The SALESGIRL (18) SCREAMS.

EXT. PLAY PARK - DAY
A grassy area for kids to play.
Jungle gym. Swings. You know the drill.

Reno and Dusty RUN across the grass,
huffing and puffing
in the hundred-degree heat.

FLINT
Comes out onto the grass.
Chasing after them. YELLS.

FLINT
Stop or I’ll SHOOT.

Reno and Dusty look behind them.
See Flint. Reno TRIPS on the curb
where the park ends and goes
FLYING to the ground.

The duffle RIPS OPEN.
Money goes SWIRLING into the air.

Dusty keeps running.
Flint takes aim. Shoots. BANG.

CLIPS him in the leg.
He goes down.

FLINT
Don’t fucking MOVE.

Flint walks over to Reno.
Covered in cash.

Holding his hands up.
Aims his gun at his head.

RENO
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot.

FLINT
Ask yourself, punk.
Do you feel STUPID?