Surf, Sun And Pussy

Happy Tuesday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 34 of BABY HEISTER, Kelsey and Doc deplane at LAX and get into a limo to wait for Reno and Dusty to make their escape. Meanwhile, Flint Cole hangs out in the Palm Springs airport bar ... and spots Reno and Dusty, who hightail it out of there ...


EXT. LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
The Piper Cub taxis over to
a charter flight hanger.

A black limousine sits nearby.
The cub’s door opens.

Kelsey comes out.
Then Doc, with the bag.
They hustle over to the limo.

IN THE LIMO
The driver’s partition slides down.

A BIG BEEFY BLACK GUY (30’s)
sits behind the wheel.
Turns. Looks at Doc. Smiles.

BIG, BEEFY BLACK GUY
Where do I have the pleasure of
taking you and the young lady today?

DOC
Downtown. But we have to wait
for two more people to get here.

BIG, BEEFY BLACK GUY
No problem.
allow me to introduce myself.
The name’s Douglas.
But my friends call me Def-Con.

KELSEY
I’m Kelsey. This is Doc.

DEF-CON
Pleased to meet you.
Feel free to avail yourself
of the array of spirits at the bar.

Doc sees the bottles and glasses.
His eyes light up.

DOC
Not a bad idea. Take the edge off.

KELSEY
Make mine a double.

INT. AIRPORT RESTAURANT - DAY
One of those bland joints for travelers
that don’t care about ambiance.

Reno and Dusty sit at a table with
burgers, fries and bottles of beer
watching the planes take off.

DUSTY
What are you gonna do with your share?

RENO
Miami, baby. Surf, sun and pussy.
(eats some fries)
Whattaya gonna do with yours?

DUSTY
Think I’ll hit Vegas.

RENO
You fucking kidding me?
That’s just throwing it away --

The door opens. In walks Flint.
He takes a stool.

The HICK BARTENDER (40’s) comes over.
Nods. Real friendly-like.

HICK BARTENDER
What can I get ya?

FLINT
Coffee, to go. Black.

Hick nods. Turns around.
Goes to fix it. Flint’s phone RINGS.
He pulls his cell out.

FLINT
Tell me something good.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. DARRYL ROOKER’S OFFICE - DAY
Darryl sits behind his desk.
Looks at a couple of drawings.

DARRYL
Just got a lead.
Sketch of one of the perps.

FLINT
A sketch?
How’s a fucking ghost gonna help me?

DARRYL
It’s not a ghost.
One of the guards is an amateur artist.
Drew it himself. He’s pretty good.
Amazing detail.

FLINT
And --

DARRYL
We ran it against the database,
and guess who’s name came up?

Hick Bartender comes over.
Hands Flint his coffee.

FLINT
Thanks.

DARRYL
You still there?

FLINT
Yeah. I’m waiting --

DARRYL
Reno Black. Known associate of
Griff and Chelle Hazard. Remember him?

FLINT
Reno Black? Hell, yeah.
I put him away a couple years ago.
Bank job in Tucson.

RENO AND DUSTY
Hear him. Turn their heads. Look at Flint.

RENO
(whispers)
Oh, shit. It’s that fucking cop.

FLINT
Sips his coffee. Listens.

FLINT
Well, you know what they say.
Love is better the second time around --

RENO AND DUSTY
Look at each other. Nod.
Slowly get up. Reno grabs the bag.

FLINT
Gets up from his stool.
Grabs his coffee.

Looks out the window at the
waves of heat on the asphalt.

FLINT
Why did it have to be Palm Springs?
It’s a fucking OVEN out there.
(listens)
I’m still in the airport.
Getting some coffee.

Reno and Dusty walk by
feigning nonchalance, heads down.

Flint looks at them
out of the corner of his eye.

FLINT
I’ll be there right away.
And tell the local fuzz
not to touch ANYTHING.

Flint cocks his head.
Suddenly recognizes Reno.

FLINT
HEY.

Reno and Dusty look. Freak.
RUN toward the door. SLAM it open.
FLY into the corridor.

Flint SHOVES the phone in his pocket.
YANKS his gun out its holster.
CHASES after them.

FLINT
Stop, POLICE --