Shit Outta Luck

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In Chapter 28 of BABY HEISTER, Kelsey, Doc, Dusty and Reno meet their charter plane at LAX, only to discover there's only room for two people. Meanwhile, robbery/homicide detective Flint Cole arrives at the airport, hot on their tail ...


EXT. PALM SPRINGS INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
Gorgeous, beautiful mountains in the distance.
A small, white circular building
with passenger ramps
around it like an octopus.

Planes taxi on the runways.

EXT. CHARTER FLIGHT HANGER - DAY
A smallish building for private jets.
Parked in front is a PIPER CUB.

One of those tiny planes used for
crop dusting and pulling banners
across the sky.

Standing next to it is BRUB (50’s),
a grizzled pilot.

He looks at Doc, Kelsey, Reno and Dusty.
Then the duffle bags.

BRUB
Plane’s too small.
Jo said it would only be two people.

DOC
We had a change of plan.

DUSTY
(points at Reno)
What if I sit on his lap?

RENO
Yeah. We could squeeze in real tight.

BRUB
Too much weight.
I can take two of you,
plus the bags.
That’s it.

KELSEY
(to Doc)
Shit. What are we gonna do?

BRUB
Tell ya what.
It only takes fifteen
minutes to get to LAX.
Why don’t I take
two of you first,
then come back?

DOC
That means we’d have to
wait half an hour --

BRUB
Seeing as how we
go way back and all --
I’ll only charge half-price
for the second trip.

DOC
It’s a deal.
Kelsey and me will go first,
with the bags.

RENO
Wait a minute.
I thought we were splitting up
the take on the plane.

DUSTY
That’s right.
If something happens,
we’re shit outta luck.

DOC
Tell ya what.
We’ll take one bag,
leave one with you.

RENO
But who says each bag has
the same amount of dough in it?

KELSEY
Each bag has about
a half-million in it.
What’s the fucking problem?
Doc’s giving you a lift,
AND letting you stay at his loft.
Chill OUT. We’ve gotta get
the fuck OUTTA here instead of
wasting our time
standing around ARGUING.

DUSTY
Broad’s right.

RENO
Okay, okay.

DOC
(nods)
See you at LAX.

Dusty nods.
Brub opens the door.

Doc picks up a bag.
Stuffs it in.
He and Kelsey get in.
Then Brub.

The plane’s propellers start WHIRRING.
Starts taxiing down the runway.

RENO
C’mon.
et’s go see what kinda grub they got.

DUSTY
Fuck that.
I could use a drink.

EXT. LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
A Yellow Cab pulls up to the curb.
Cole pops out the back door.

SLAMS it.
Heads into the building, on a mission.

AT THE SECURITY CHECK LINE
He flashes his badge
at a SURLY TSA OFFICER.

Cuts ahead of the line.
Goes through the metal detector.

It starts BEEPING. He grins.
Heads down the corridor --