Legs For Days

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In Chapter 1 of THE HEISTERS, we meet career criminal Kelsey Hazard, who's holed up in a dive motel after a big heist waiting until the heat dies down, but the shit hits the fan when she gets back to her room with supplies and finds a bloody surprise ...


EXT. SANTA MONICA - BAY STREET - NIGHT
A leafy side-street off the main drag.
Quiet. Bucolic. Small homes.

Some nice, some shitty.
The cheap seats. But safe.

A WOMAN (35) comes walking
toward us down the sidewalk.

Tough-looking, but very hot.
Cigarette dangling off blood-red lips.

Curves galore.
Legs for days.
Lips for nights.

Meet KELSEY HAZARD, a tight,
taught bundle of swagger.

Long chestnut hair tied
tight in a ponytail.

Eyes flashing with that world-weary
air of someone who’s seen it all.

Several times.

She gets to the corner.
Starts walking across the street.

KELSEY (V.O.)
The job had gone well.
We’d made off with a
little over a million bucks.
All in all, not a bad haul.

Kelsey gets to the front door
of a small MARKET. Goes in.

INT. MARKET - NIGHT
Kelsey walks over the beer cooler.
Grabs a couple six-packs.
Takes them up to the register.

KELSEY (V.O.)
I’d been holed up for two days
with a low-level errand boy
for a local crew, and needed supplies.
(beat)
All that fucking makes a gal thirsty.

KELSEY
(to the clerk)
Can I get a carton of
Marlboro one-hundreds?

The AWKWARD CLERK (20) nods.
Reaches up above for the smokes.

KELSEY (V.O.)
We’d all been laying low for a few days
after the score until the heat died down.

Awkward rings up the total.
Looks at the register.

AWKWARD CLERK
That’ll be seventy-two dollars
and thirty-eight cents.

KELSEY
(gives him some cash)
Fucking cancer sticks are gonna
break the bank one of these days --

AWKWARD CLERK
(takes it)
You should smoke generics,
like I do. Much cheaper.

She looks at him more closely. Appraising.

KELSEY
You live around here?

AWKWARD CLERK
Uh -- yeah. On t-tenth street.

KELSEY
(arches an eyebrow)
Maybe sometime we could --
work out a trade.

AWKWARD CLERK
Uh -- yeah. Sure --

KELSEY
(nods, big smile)
Later.

He stares. She grabs her bag.
Starts for the door.

AWKWARD CLERK
Hey. You forgot your change --

KELSEY
(over her shoulder)
Keep it.
Get yourself something nice.
Splurge. Live a little.

And she’s gone.
Awkward watches her go.
Shakes his head. Wow.

EXT. BAY STREET - NIGHT
We watch from the across the street
as Kelsey walks down the sidewalk
with her bag.

Heels CLICK-CLICKING on the cement.

KELSEY (V.O.)
The name’s Hazard.
Kelsey Hazard. I’m a heister.
(beat)
I steal for a living.
Big jobs, mostly. Armored cars.
Stadium jobs. Race tracks.
Even jacked a coin convention once.
But no banks. That shit’ll
get you killed.
And besides, it’s a federal offense.
I’ll stick with the local heat, thank you.

She turns onto a driveway.
Starts walking up to a Craftsman bungalow.
Once nice, now crumbling in disrepair.

KELSEY (V.O.)
I do one or two jobs a year.
Then live off the take
the rest of the time.
I plan my jobs meticulously --
and I’ve never been caught.

Kelsey opens the front door, goes in.

INT. BUNGALOW - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Dimly lit. Decor, ‘early dorm room.’
She walks through into --

KELSEY (V.O.)
I’m completely off the grid.
Have never paid taxes.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
The kitchen, where she puts
the smokes on the counter.
The beers into the fridge.

KELSEY (V.O.)
As far as Uncle Sam goes,
I don’t exist --

She pulls off two cans,
walks into --

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Dark, with light spilling out
from an doorway at the end.
She walks toward the bedroom.

KELSEY
I’m back --
(beat)
Miss me?

Gets to the door.
Starts to walk in --

KELSEY
Rested up for the next round?

She looks, sees a YOUNG STUD (25)
propped up in bed.

A long SAMURAI SWORD stuck in his neck.
Pinning him to the head board.

Blood everywhere.
Must have been SOME geyser.

KELSEY
NO!

Kelsey RACES over to the closet.
Opens it. Looks. She WHEELS AROUND.
Head whipping back and forth. In a RAGE.

KELSEY

The MONEY --
She stops. Closes her eyes.
Takes a deep breath.

Opens them. Now blazing.
Full of FIRE.

KELSEY
(under her breath)
Somebody’s gonna DIE --