Friday, January 6, 2017
Dead On Arrival
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In Chapter 27 of THE HEISTERS, wheelman Kasper returns to the motel room and confronts gang leader Kelsey, accusing her of setting him up with the cops. Kelsey's partner Ronan assures him she didn't, but he still gets in Kelsey's face ... with deadly results ...
INT. VENICE MOTOR COURT HOTEL - NIGHT
The lights are out.
TV’s on with the sound off.
Kelsey lays on the bed. Smoking.
She takes a swig of beer. Thinking.
Thank god the bimbo finally took a powder.
I could finally have some piece and quiet.
All that yack-yack-yacking was driving me crazy.
A loud POUNDING on the door.
Open the door, BITCH.
Kelsey turns her head. Looks --
She reaches over. Grabs her piece.
Walks over to the door.
Puts her hand on the knob.
Looks through the peephole.
Keep it DOWN --
She slowly opens the door. DARTS to the side.
Kasper SLAMS it open. RACES into the room.
SLAMS it shut. Gun drawn. Wheels around. Sees her.
Aiming her piece at him with two hands.
You set US UP.
You’re fucking crazy.
No. YOU’RE fucking crazy for SETTING US UP.
Now you’re gonna DIE.
Put down the gun, Kasper. Nice and slow --
Jefty walked right into a TRAP.
The cops were there and they SHOT him, man.
They DID? How do you know this?
The joint I went to was ALSO covered with pigs,
so I called him, and some COP answered his phone,
said he was DEAD -- THAT’S how I know.
So where is the MONEY, huh?
You got it stashed some place?
Kasper. I didn’t set you up.
Now put the fucking gun down
so we can figure out what to do.
A key turns in the door. It opens.
In walks Ronan. He shuts the door.
Kelsey and Kasper turn their heads.
But keep their guns trained on each other.
What the fuck is going ON?
Jefty’s dead. Shot by cops. Asshole here thinks
I pulled a double cross and set everyone up.
Don’t listen to her. She DID it, man.
Kelsey takes advantage of the moment
and LUNGES at Kasper. GRABS his gun,
KNEES him in the groin.
PISTOL-WHIPS him in the head with her piece, CRACK.
Kasper HITS the ground, THWUMP.
Holding his crotch. Groaning.
Wasn’t that a little excessive?
Fuck you. He accuses me of ripping everybody off
and points a gun at me?
He’s lucky he’s still breathing.
I -- see your point.
How did it go?
No go. Turns out she moved. Roommate situation.
Went back home to mom and pop. Roomie said
the ‘big city’ didn’t agree with her.
Kasper slowly stands up. Glaring at Kelsey.
How did yours go?
Like I told HER, I get there, and
the place was swarming with fucking COPS.
I tell you, she set us up.
Shut the fuck up, asshole.
I don’t take any shit from a fucking DRIVER.
Miscalculation. I thought he was bluffing.
Didn’t think they’d stake out the
ex-girlfriends, but they did. They know
the murder is connected to the robbery.
Yeah -- guess so.
What? You’re gonna BELIEVE her?
Yes, I’m gonna believe her.
I brought her IN on this job.
She’s the fucking BEST, and you don’t get
more jobs if you fucking RIP-OFF
the people you work with, GOT IT?
But, but --
ZIP IT, you fucking WETBACK.
You’re hired muscle, and nothing else.
You do what we fucking TELL YOU TO DO, got it?
HEY. Wait a minute.
You can’t talk to me like that.
We can and you’re gonna fucking TAKE IT.
You want your share of the money or WHAT?
But I TOLD you, SHE’S got it --
Kelsey raises her gun.
FIRES. THWIP. THWIP. THWIP.
Three shots to the chest.
Kasper looks down in horror.
Another THWIP to the head.
Right between the eyes.
He falls over, THWUNK.
Jesus, Kelsey. Did you have to do THAT?
He wouldn’t fucking SHUT UP.