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In Chapter 41 of THE HEISTERS, robbery homicide detectives Nunn and Isaacs trace the dough from the stadium job ... and find it in the trunk of sleazy B-girl Doll Montana's trunk ...
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Nunn and Isaacs stand in the foyer.
Nunn RINGS Doll’s bell.
ISAACS
She’s not in, I tell you --
NUNN
Intel said she’s home every night.
Whattaya say we snoop around?
ISAACS
Yeah. Let’s go check around the back.
Could use the fresh air and exercise.
NUNN
Good idea.
Work off those donuts --
ISAAC
(smiles)
Fuck you.
They walk towards the alley
between the buildings.
EXT. BACK ALLEY - NIGHT
Isaacs and Nunn walk over to
her rear window. Look in.
ISAACS
Funny.
All her lights are on --
NUNN
Foul play?
ISAACS
(sees her car)
Car’s here --
NUNN
So what?
This is Venice.
People WALK --
Isaacs stares at the car.
Narrows his eyes.
ISAACS
Wait a MINUTE --
He walks over to the trunk.
Looks down at the ground.
Picks up a pair of bills.
Waves them at Nunn
ISAACS (CONT’D)
Check it out.
Couple of C-notes on the ground.
In VENICE?
NUNN
The STADIUM JOB --
Isaacs pulls out his service revolver.
SHOOTS at the trunk, BANG. Opens it.
Sees the open duffle bag stuffed with cash.
ISAACS
Holy fucking SHIT.
NUNN
Somebody’s getting a promotion --
ISAACS
No worries.
I’ll share the credit with you.
NUNN
Really?
You’d do that for me?
ISAACS
Fuck, yeah.
You’re my partner.
Now go call it in
before you get all
weepy-eyed and shit.
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