Monday, January 25, 2016
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In Chapter 46 of BABY HEISTER, the cops get a line on the location of Doc and Kelsey's safe house. Meanwhile, just as Doc, Kelsey and the gang prepare to move their backup safehouse next door, Atlas and Helmut attempt to double-cross them ...
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.
Tastes like liquid ass.
No luck yet, huh?
It’s a real bitch.
Going door to door.
Big fucking area, you know?
We get anything else
from Frick and Fuck?
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
I think I’ve got something.
Still trying to make detective?
Listen to this.
I found a building that’s owned
by what looks like a shell company
in the Cayman Islands.
What makes you think
it’s a shell company?
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?
Makes sense. A lot shady businesses
have off-shore accounts there.
Away from the prying eyes of Uncle Sam.
Exactly. And if you wanted to maintain
some kind of hideout, you know --
Good job, Costello.
(takes the piece of paper, to Darryl)
C’mon. Let’s go check it out.
This pans out, looks like someone’s
gonna get their gold shield.
INT. SHITTY HOTEL SUITE - DAY
A threadbare room, complete with the
requisite threadbare furniture.
Shitty painting of a ship at sea.
Doc stands in the middle of room.
Kelsey and Jo look at the
environs with distaste.
The bare mattress on the bed.
I know it’s not The Ritz.
But it’s only temporary.
But there’s six of us --
Oh, there’s plenty of rooms,
A car engine ROARS next door.
Those assholes are trying a CROSS.
INT. DOC’S LOFT - DAY
Jack Cotton’s truck sits in the elevator,
Atlas behind the wheel.
Helmut closes the gate,
gun in hand. Doc RACES over.
What the fuck do you think you’re DOING?
Getting too hot in here, pops.
And besides, why do the job
when we can take your stash?
(waves the gun)
Take one more step and it’s
boom, boom, boom, out go the lights.
Kelsey and Jo appear behind Doc.
You fucking ASSHOLE.
You’ll never get away with this.
You just signed your death warrant.
Atlas reaches over, FLIPS the switch.
The gears start GRINDING as
the elevator starts going down.
See ya in the funny papers, old man.
As soon as he’s out of sight.
Doc RACES over to the electrical panel.
Starts FLIPPING switches.
THE METAL SHUTTERS
Start coming down over the windows.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
Looks at Kelsey and Jo.
Don’t worry. I’ve got ‘em trapped.
Doc grabs the master power lever,
THROWS it down. The lights go OFF.
And, down below --
the elevator stops GRINDING.
Simon comes out of the bathroom. Puzzled.
The power went off.
Zorba the Greek and Hitler
tried to take off with the stash.
But Doc cut the power,
and now they’re stuck half-way
down the elevator shaft.
It’s as good as gone.
What do you mean?
There’s no way to get it back.
What are we gonna DO?
That was our life SAVINGS.
We cut the cable and
serve ‘em up to the cops.
The noise will bring ‘em in.
We do the bank job, then
get the fuck out of Dodge --