No Muss, No Fuss

Happy Thursday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 39 of BABY HEISTER, Kelsey and the gang plan their next bank job -- at the joint where her parents were killed trying to rob it. Meanwhile, LAPD starts going door to door in downtown Los Angeles, looking for their safe house ...


INT. DOC’S LOFT - DINING AREA - DAY
Everyone sits around the giant table.

Atlas stands, points at a map s
pread out in the middle.

ATLAS
This here’s the store next to the bank.
We got the windows blacked out,
and scaffolding in front of it
with one of those construction
walls in front of that.
(points)
We wheel the Dumpster out the front door,
then into the bank --

KELSEY
Excuse me.
Can ask you something?

ATLAS
Yeah, sure.

KELSEY
Your plan is to take the money
after it’s been delivered?

HELMUT
Yeah.
What’s your point?

KELSEY
Well, the money’s being delivered
by armored car, right?

ATLAS
Yeah --

KELSEY
Then why not grab the dough
before it goes in the bank?
The can arrives in the back alley, right?

ATLAS
Yeah --

KELSEY
Wouldn’t that simpler?

HELMUT
I guess --

KELSEY
(stands, points on the map)
We have the Dumpster already
waiting in the alley here,
which saves time.
All we gotta do is
scramble their radio signal,
smoke ‘em out and
fill it with cash.

SIMON
Fuckin’ brilliant.

JO
That’s our Kelsey.

DOC
Escape or hole up?

KELSEY
Escape.
We jack the truck that delivers
the Dumpster when it gets delivered.
Then after we load it up,
we drive it to a semi we’ve
got stashed nearby.
No muss, no fuss.
(off their looks)
Holing up next door would be stupid.
Cops are gonna comb EVERY
inch of the area.
(beat)
Any questions?

EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
Down the street a few doors down,
an unmarked police sedan
parks at the curb.

We see a pair of
DETECTIVES in the car.

INT. UNMARKED POLICE SEDAN - DAY
The detective on the passenger side,
big and bulky in a shitty suit(40’s)
lights a smoke.

The other, tall and thin (30’s),
sits behind the wheel.
They look at each other. Nod.

EXT. DOWNTOWN CITY STREET - DAY
Bulky and Tall get out of the car.
Walk to the door.

EXT. RUNDOWN WAREHOUSE - DAY
A few blocks away sits a
rundown, crumbling warehouse.

Another pair of DETECTIVES
stand at the entrance.

One wields a crowbar.
CRACKS OPEN the door.
They go in.

ON A WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Sits another DETECTIVE
with binoculars.

He looks across the way
into the windows of the
buildings across the street.

AT THE COMMAND CENTER
A TIRED, UNIFORMED COP (30’s)
sits at his desk on the phone.

UNIFORMED COP
I know the building’s
not being used, Mr. Magid.
But we still need to search it --