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In Chapter 33 of BABY HEISTER, Doc and Kelsey arrive at Doc's secret 'abandoned warehouse' in downtown LA, where they're gonna hole up until the heat is off. Meanwhile, robbery/homicide chief Darryl Rooker talks on the phone with detective Flint Cole, who reveals the 'unusual interrogation' technique he's gonna use on Doc's heisters Reno and Dusty, now in captivity ...
EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES - WAREHOUSE DISTRICT - DUSK
An abandoned three-story warehouse
surrounded by other old buildings
on a deserted block in the
middle of no-man’s land.
INT. LOFT BUILDING - DUSK
Dark. Quiet. Partitions divide
the giant space into different areas.
Living room. Bedroom. Kitchen.
Dining room. Bathroom.
Furniture covered with tarps.
A large, old SERVICE ELEVATOR
rises to the top.
A WOODEN GATE slides back,
and a late-model TOYOTA SEDAN
drives into the room.
Pulls up against the wall.
Kelsey and Doc get out.
KELSEY
This place is fucking COOL.
DOC
Bought the building twenty
years ago, dirt cheap.
Figured someday the shit
would hit the fan and I’d need
someplace safe to hole up.
I set up a shell corporation
in the Cayman Islands
as the official owner.
KELSEY
What’s on the floors below us?
DOC
Nothing. Completely empty.
KELSEY
What about the windows?
Won’t people be able to look in
and see us?
DOC
Watch this.
He walks over to an electrical panel.
Starts flipping switches.
METAL SHUTTERS start coming down
over the windows.
Then starts flipping
another set of switches,
and lights start coming on --
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.
KELSEY
Nice. Is there hot water?
DOC
Yep. Utilities are paid by
the corporation in the Caymans.
Any more questions?
KELSEY
Got anything to eat?
I’m fucking starving.
EXT. PALM SPRINGS POLICE HEADQUARTERS - DUSK
A small white building
in a sea of palm trees.
Flint Cole walks outside.
Pulls out his cell phone.
Punches a number.
FLINT
Rooker, it’s me.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. DARRYL ROOKER’S OFFICE - DUSK
Darryl sits behind his desk
looking at a file folder. Sipping coffee.
Holds the receiver against his ear.
DARRYL
Please tell me you’ve got good news.
FLINT
How about two heisters on the half-shell
served on a silver platter?
DARRYL
What the fuck? Where?
FLINT
At the airport.
Dumbshits were having burgers
in the restaurant.
Hasd half a mil in a duffle bag.
DARRYL
Good job. Where are they now?
FLINT
We’re at the Palm Springs lockup.
DARRYL
Did they talk?
FLINT
Of course not.
But don’t worry.
I have my ways.
DARRYL
But Palm Springs won’t
let you get away with --
FLINT
These desert pansy-asses? Course not.
That’s why I’m gonna take ‘em
to LA for questioning.
DARRYL
But you don’t have jurisdiction --
FLINT
I do if I’m questioning them
about Doc’s kids’ bank job.
They caused a fucking riot.
I’ve already called the DA.
We get first crack at them.
THEN Palm Springs gets ‘em.
DARRYL
And you can hold ‘em twelve hours.
FLINT
Yeah, but that doesn’t start
until AFTER I transport them.
DARRYL
Fucking genius.
You'll interrogate them in transit.
FLINT
Yeah. And, hey -- it’s not my fault
if we get stuck in traffic.
Who knows, we might even get a flat tire.
(evil smile)
Gets awfully hot in the back
of that tin can --
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