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In Chapter 48 of BABY HEISTER, Kelsey, Jo and Simon are held captive by Flint Cole's goons while he and Doc get ready to steal back Doc's stash ... from the police precinct where it's kept under armed guard ...
EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY
A ramshackle joint from
the turn of the century.
The Dumpster truck pulls up
to the entrance. HONKS once.
Then twice again.
The doors slowly open inward.
The truck drives in.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
A giant space. Almost big enough
to be an airplane hanger.
Parked off to the side is a
giant semi tractor-trailer,
back doors open, with a
ramp leading up inside it.
Flint stands near it,
along with EB PICKER (40’s),
a giant redneck trucker
right out of central casting.
Holding a shotgun.
Chewing tobacco.
Confederate flag hat.
The works.
IN THE DUMPSTER TRUCK
Kelsey looks at Doc.
Shakes her head.
KELSEY
I don’t like it.
DOC
Don’t have any choice.
SIMON
Who’s the scary-looking dude
next to him?
DOC
Must be the driver.
KELSEY
How do we know we can trust them?
DOC
Fifteen million bucks says so.
And besides, we now have protection.
He’ll keep the law away from us.
(opens his door)
C’mon. Let’s get it over with.
They get out of the truck.
Flint and Eb walk over.
FLINT
Well, if it isn’t the
Cooch In The Wall Gang.
DOC
Cole.
FLINT
Okay. Here’s how it’s gonna work.
Eb here gave the cops an anonymous tip
that you’re heading east
on the ten freeway in a U-Haul,
so the cops are looking for you there.
Meanwhile, he’s gonna take you
to the Marina where your boat is.
EB
(CRACKS the shotgun)
Leave the drivin’ to us.
FLINT
You’ll wait there while Doc
and I go get his dough.
(to Doc)
If I don’t return safely, they die.
And if they get cute, you’re toast.
(cackles)
Sometimes I’m so brilliant
I can’t fucking take it.
(off their stares)
Okay. Toss your guns on the floor
and let’s get this show
on the fuckin’ ROAD.
Kelsey, Simon and Jo toss them.
Look pissed.
Eb starts picking them up.
DOC
If we’re going to rob a police precinct,
I’d like to keep mine.
FLINT
Sorry, pop. No can do.
(off his stare)
You’ll get it back. Promise.
DOC
What if I take out the bullets?
He carefully pulls out his Magnum.
Racks out the clip.
Opens it. Dumps the bullets
on the floor. Holds it up.
Shows it’s empty.
SHOVES it back in, CLICK.
Flint smiles.
FLINT
That’ll work.
INT. SEMI TRAILER - REAR COMPARTMENT - MOVING - DAY
Simon, Kelsey and Jo sit
on the floor in the rear.
SIMON
This fucking sucks.
KELSEY
Don’t worry.
We’ll figure something out.
(looks at Jo)
Right?
JO
Motherfucker made a BIG mistake.
No one messes with DOC.
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