Float Your Boat

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In Chapter 53 of BABY HEISTER, Doc, Kelsey, Joe and Simon hole up in a house boat in the marina while the cops start swarm the area searching for them, but just as they catch their breath, they get an unexpected visitor ...


INT. POLICE CRUISER - MOVING - DAY
Costello drives.
Darryl Rooker rides shotgun.

Talks on his cell phone.
Looks REALLY pissed off.

DARRYL
I KNOW he’s not answering
his fucking phone.
Where the fuck IS he?
(listens)
Marina Del Rey?
(listens)
Send as many units as you’ve got.
Then call the Sheriff’s.
(listens)
Copy THAT.

He CLICKS his phone shut.
Looks at Costello.

DARRYL
To the marina, and step on it.

COSTELLO
Think they’re gonna try
and get away in a boat?

DARRYL
Gee, ya think so?

INT. VW BUS - DAY
Simon sits behind the wheel.
Jo sits next to him.

Doc and Kelsey sit in
the back with the money,
which is now a massive amount.

Doc closes the curtains
on the back windows.

DOC
Okay, let’s go.

Simon starts the engine.
Drives out of the parking lot --
just as a trio of SQUAD CARS,
lights FLASHING, sirens BLARING
pass by them, ROAR over to
the truck and SCREECH to a halt.

EXT. MARINA PARKING LOT - DAY
A BEEFY COP opens the back door
to the semi, revealing the Dumpster.

Darryl Rooker looks out his window.
Sees it. Nods.

DARRYL
(to Costello)
Call the Marina Sheriffs.
Have them seal off the channel.

COSTELLO
Yes, sir.
(beat)
But what if they’re already at sea?

DARRYL
Then call the Coast Guard.
Have them stop EVERY BOAT.
I’ll call the FBI.
Have them send some choppers.

EXT. HOUSEBOAT - DAY
An old, wooden, two-story joint
from an era gone by.

It would be kinda quaint if
it didn’t look like
it was falling apart.

But it’s still oddly homey-looking.

INT. HOUSEBOAT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
‘That Seventies Boat.’
All knotty pine.

Curtains drawn.
Stuffed with old furniture.

Hanging plants.
Nautical shit.

Doc, Jo, Kelsey and Simon
walk around, inspecting the joint.

KELSEY
This is so COOL.

DOC
We can hole up here
for good long while.
Zulf stocked the
fridge and the pantry.
We got satellite TV, a full bar.

JO
I’ll do some cleaning
and spruce the place up.
It’ll feel like home.
(smiles at Kelsey)
Kelsey will help me.
Won’t you, hun?

KELSEY
Sure. Of course.

JO
C’mon, let me show you the galley.

KELSEY
Okay. Let me close the door.
(walks toward the door)
It’s starting to get a bit --

FLINT
Appears in the doorway.
bloody mess.

He GRABS Kelsey.

KELSEY
HEY.

JAMS his gun against her head.

JO
Ducks down behind the couch.
Scampers away.

FLINT
Smiles at Kelsey.

FLINT
Getting a bit nippy out.
Bet your nippies
are nice and hard --