The Natives Are Restless

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In Chapter 42 of BABY HEISTER, Doc, Kelsey, Jo and Simon settle in for the night in their back up safe house in the sleazy hotel next door. Meanwhile, robbery/homicide cops Flint Cole and Darryl Rooker find Doc's old hideout and try to figure out a way to get inside ...


EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
An unmarked Crown Vic
is parked at the curb.

Flint Cole and Darryl Rooker
stand on the sidewalk
looking at the building.

DARRYL
What the fuck was THAT?

FLINT
Sounds like the natives are restless.

They RUN to the front door.

INT. SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - DUSK
Simon and Kelsey sit on the bed.
Jo, on a wooden chair.

Doc closes the adjoining door to the loft.
Grabs a handle on the wall, SHOVES it down.
We hear a CHINK, CHINK, CHINK.

KELSEY
What’s that?

DOC
Steel rods.
They go through the door.

Even if they could find it,
they couldn’t open it.

KELSEY
But we’re still fucked.
The entire area is gonna be
swarming with cops when they
find the truck in the elevator shaft.

DOC
Not necessarily.
One of the reasons I chose
these buildings is the rooftops
on the whole block are connected.
They’re gonna think we went up
to the roof and escaped.
(beat)
So now we just chill out
and get a good night’s sleep.
We need to be rested for
the bank job tomorrow morning.

KELSEY
What about the semi?

DOC
I’ve got it handled.
I made a call.

KELSEY
But where’s the semi gonna TAKE us?
We need to figure out --

DOC
Relax.
I have an old friend
down in the Marina,
Zulf Masters, a retired yegg.

KELSEY
How’s a safecracker gonna help us?

PUSH IN ON Jo’s face. Smiling.

JO
He sells boats.

EXT. DOC’S WAREHOUSE - DUSK
A SWAT truck is at the curb.
and Darryl talk with the
TACTICAL FORCE COMMANDER, (40’s),
big, tough, no-nonsense.

SWAT COMMANDER
We gotta problem.
The door to the stairs
has been welded shut.
Only way up is on the elevator --

FLINT
Which is now toast,
with dead heisters, over easy.

DARRYL
Can someone climb up the cables?

SWAT COMMANDER
They’ve been cut.

FLINT
And the windows are secured --

DARRYL
(to SWAT Commander)
What do you think?
You’re the expert.

SWAT COMMANDER
We go up to the roof,
blow a hole, then go in.

FLINT
He’s not there.

DARRYL
Bullshit.
could he have gone?

FLINT
After those two assholes tried
double-cross and crash-landed,
he split.
(points)
See the roofs up there?
They’re connected.
He could be anywhere by now.

DARRYL
I say he’s still in there.
(to Swat Commander)
Go ahead.
Blow the fucker up.