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In Chapter 11 of THE HEISTERS, we flashback to Kelsey celebrating her latest haul ... by picking up a scary character in a dive bar ...
INT. DIVE BAR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Dark. Grungy. Filled with BIKERS,
BLUE-COLLAR WORKERS and
other assorted riffraff.
Ugly, nasty heavy metal
BLARES on the juke.
The kinda place your
momma warned you about.
A glass BREAKS somewhere in the smoky haze.
Someone starts SHOUTING.
A fist-fight breaks out.
A chair is SMASHED.
Burly BOUNCER throws a pair of
BLOODIED REDNECKS out on the street.
Sitting at the bar is KELSEY (20),
looking hot in jeans, t-shirt,
black leather jacket and red lips.
She SLAMS down a double shot of brown.
CRACKS it on the bar.
KELSEY
Hit me AGAIN.
She takes a chug from her beer.
SCARY BARTENDER (40’s)
brings over a bottle.
Pours another. Tries to smile.
Not a pretty sight.
Kelsey pulls out a wad of bills.
SLAPS one down.
KELSEY
Might as well leave the bottle.
Scary picks up the bill.
It’s a C-note.
Raises his eyebrows.
KELSEY
Keep the change.
He nods.
Stuffs the bill
in his pocket.
Slides away.
A PONYTAILED BIKER
sitting next to her
gives her a gold-toothed grin.
A young Mickey Roarke
in cracked black leather.
PONYTAILED BIKER
Looks like someone’s celebratin.’
Kelsey turns. Looks.
Likes what she sees.
KELSEY
Got THAT fuckin’ right.
She pours them both a shot.
They raise them in a toast.
PONYTAILED BIKER
So what are we drinkin’ to?
Kelsey pulls at her jacket,
revealing a GUN in her waistband.
KELSEY
Armed ROBBERY.
PONYTAILED BIKER
(grins)
Works for me.
And they SLAM them.
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