Lost In The Supermarket

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In Chapter 37 of BABY HEISTER, things turn deadly when Kelsey and Doc's limo driver tries to hijack them and steal the cash from the armored car robbery ...


INT. LIMOUSINE - MOVING - DAY
Doc and Kelsey sip their drinks.
Doc closes his eyes.

DOC
Sure is nice to sit back and relax
for a spell after all the shit
that’s been going down.

KELSEY
Tell me about it.
(takes a sip)
So I’ve been doing some thinking.

DOC
That could be dangerous.

KELSEY
No. Listen.
It’s about Griff and Chelle.

I was thinking -- wouldn’t it be cool
if we robbed the bank where they --
(beat)
You know, finish what they started?

DOC
(opens his eyes)
Damn. You ARE a heister.

KELSEY
(looks out the window)
Want to feel -- a connection.
Have -- closure.
(realizes)
Hey. Why are we going this way?

DOC
He’s going toward the Marina,
not the freeway.
(raps on the divider)
Mr. Def-Con.
Why are we going this way?

Def-Con doesn’t answer.
Keeps looking straight ahead.

They look at him.
Then each other.

DOC
The fucker’s trying to HIJACK us.

They look out the window.

KELSEY
Now he’s turning.
Where’s he GOING?

DOC
A supermarket?

EXT. SUPERMARKET - PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS
A giant mega-market.
Not many cars in the lot
mid-afternoon on a weekday.
The limo pulls around in back.

IN THE LIMO

The divider SLIDES DOWN,
revealing Def-Con, holding a gun.

DEF-CON
End of the line, pops.

DOC
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

DEF-CON
I want you to take out your piece
very slowly and toss it toward me.

DOC
Who set us up?
There’s no way Crutch
would have done it.
We’ve worked together twenty years.

DEF-CON
That piece of shit?
He owes my boss forty large.
I just happened to be visiting him
when he got the call from your wife.
(beat)
Your piece. TOSS it. NOW.

Doc sighs.
Slowly pulls his weapon
out from the holster.
Tosses it toward the front. THUMP.

DEF-CON
Now I want both of you to get out
real slow and start walking. Got it?

KELSEY
Okay, okay. Please don’t hurt us.

Doc shakes his head with disgust.
Reaches for the door handle.

Kelsey looks out the window.
Sees something.

KELSEY
Holy shit, there’s a COP.

DEF-CON
(turns, looks)
What the fuck?

Kelsey WHIPS OUT HER GUN and
SHOOTS Def-Con in the head. BANG.

Blood SPLATTERS the windshield.
His body slumps.

Doc stares at her with disbelief.
Then slowly smiles.

DOC
There’s no cop.

KELSEY
Nope.

DOC
Nice shooting.

KELSEY
It’ll do in a pinch.
(smiles)
Whattaya say we jack
a new set of wheels
and blow this popsicle-fuck?