Thursday, December 3, 2015
There's No Such Thing As A Free Meal
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In Chapter 16 of BABY HEISTER, Kelsey finishes her heister training workout in the morning and sits down to a big breakfast, only to discover that Doc has invited some guests to join them ... his bank-robbing crew ...
INT. BARN - DAY - IN MONTAGE
Kelsey does a series of exercises.
Jumping rope. Push ups. Pull ups.
Jumping Jacks. Climbing a rope. Boxing.
Doc holds the punching bag as Kelsey
SLAMS IT with boxing gloves.
She’s drenched in sweat. Looks fierce.
Like a warrior. Doc BLOWS a whistle.
That’s enough for now.
Don’t wanna kill you.
Kelsey nods. Out of breath.
Doc checks his watch.
Let’s go get some supper.
Get somethin’ in yer belly.
INT. DOC'S FARMHOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
A big spread has been
laid out on the table.
Burgers. Fried chicken. Pasta salad.
Mashed potatoes. The works.
Eves have been added to the table
so that more people can sit.
Jo is finishing setting
place settings for six people.
Doc and Kelsey walk in,
see the culinary explosion.
A meal fit for a king.
Why the extra chairs?
We’re expecting company. Sit. Dig in.
Kelsey sits. Grabs a chicken leg.
Starts chewing. Starving.
What kind of company?
The doorbell RINGS.
Jo starts for the door.
I’ll get it. Sit.
Doc nods. Takes a chair.
Starts filling his plate.
INT. DOC'S FARMHOUSE - FRONT DOOR - DAY
Jo opens the front door.
Revealing three HEISTERS, grinning.
RENO BLACK (30’s) a stocky fireplug
of gruffness nods.
We’re here for the free meal.
DUSTY VEGA (40’s), dark and slick,
a poor man’s Al Pacino nudges him.
Chewing on a toothpick.
You know Reno.
If food were the food of love,
he’d eat on.
SIMON LEEDS (20’s), tall and thin,
the rockabilly version of Jonathan Rhys-Meyers
shakes his head with mock-embarrassment.
Please pardon the lowlife criminal element.
I’m embarrassed to be seen in their company,
but I’m afraid I have bills to pay.
I don’t think we’ve met --
Simon takes her hand. Kisses it.
Simon Leeds, at your service --