We'll Leave The Lights On

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In Chapter 40 of BABY HEISTER, Doc, Kelsey and Jo discover that the cops are outside going from building to building looking for their safe house, so they start packing up their stuff to move into the hotel next door that Doc also set up as a 'Plan B.' Meanwhile, robbery/homicide detective Darryl Rooker track down the owners of the neighborhood buildings ...


INT. DOC’S LOFT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
The planning session has broken up.
Jo is serving coffee.

Kelsey stands at the window.
Sees something.

KELSEY
Oh, shit.

DOC
What’s wrong?

KELSEY
There’s cops out there
going building to building.

Everyone rushes to the windows.
Looks out.

DOC
Unmarked Crown Vic. Fuck.

ATLAS
So whadda we do?

HELMUT
We gotta get the fuck outta here.

DOC
Relax.
I can shut off the power
so the elevator won’t work.

KELSEY
What about the stairs?

DOC
I had the door on each floor
welded shut.

SIMON
So they can’t come up.

DOC
Exactly.
People do that all the time.
Keeps out vagrants.

HELMUT
So we’re trapped in here?

DOC
Relax.
I also own the building next door.

KELSEY
That fleabag hotel?

DOC
Yeah.
Pays the utilities.
And the top floor is
closed for repairs.
A back-up safe house,
so to speak.
(beat)
We don’t have much time.
Jo, Kelsey.
Start covering the furniture.
(to the guys)
You three help me start
moving shit next door.

Doc walks over to a cement wall
demarcated in six-foot-wide sections.

He presses one of the joints,
and a section SLIDES OPEN,
revealing a hotel room on the other side.

DOC
Don’t worry.
We’ll leave the light on.

INT. ABANDONED GROCERY STORE - DAY
A beehive of activity.
Cops sit at desks, work the phones.

A red-faced IRISH COP (50’s)
marks addresses on the big map.

Flint stands with Darryl Rooker
in a corner by the coffee machine.

He takes a sip from his cup.
Makes a face.

FLINT
Tastes like liquid ass.

DARRYL
No luck yet, huh?

FLINT
It’s a real bitch.
Going door to door.
Big fucking area, you know?
We get anything else from
Frick and Fuck?

DARRYL
Nah. They’re all lawyered up.

A SHORT, ROUND OFFICER (20’s)
walks up to them. Excited.

Holding a piece of paper.
Waves it in the air.

SHORT, ROUND OFFICER
Hey, Cole.
I think I’ve got something.

FLINT
Costello.
Still trying to make detective?

COSTELLO
Listen to this.
I found a building that’s owned by
what looks like a shell company
in the Cayman Islands.

FLINT
What makes you think
it’s a shell company?

COSTELLO
Most of the other buildings
are owned by local businesses,
a few from out of state,
but The Cayman Islands?
I mean, what the fuck?

DARRYL
Makes sense.
A lot shady businesses have
off-shore accounts there.
Away from the prying eyes
of Uncle Sam.

COSTELLO
Exactly.
And if you wanted to maintain
some kind of hideout, you know --
almost untraceable.

FLINT
Good job, Costello.
(takes the piece of paper, to Darryl)
C’mon.
Let’s go check it out.
(to Costello)
This pans out, looks like someone’s
gonna get their gold shield.