Wednesday, February 15, 2017
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In Chapter 44 of THE HEISTERS, it's a clusterfuck of epic proportions when Kelsey and Doll go mano-a-mano high atop a dangerous construction sight ...
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT
Kelsey climbs up the scaffolding,
making it to the third floor.
She rolls inside onto the cement.
INT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT
She looks around in the spooky darkness.
Walks over to the stairwell
in the middle of the room, which now
has temporary wooden plank stairs.
She calls up to the next floor.
Did you really think you get away
with stealing MY MONEY? Huh, BITCH?
ON THE THIRD FLOOR
Doll stands near the stairwell opening.
Looks around. Sees a bucket filled with tools.
She GRABS it. Tip-toes toward the opening,
and DUMPS it in the direction of Kelsey’s voice.
ON THE SECOND FLOOR
The tools FLY DOWN. Kelsey sees them,
starts to JUMP out of the way,
but a hammer HITS her on the shoulder.
Hears her. Smiles. Evil.
Looks for something else to throw.
She finds a long two-by-four.
Walks over to the stairwell.
Rubs her shoulder.
Looks up into the opening.
You just made the biggest mistake of your LIFE --
Which is now about to END.
She starts up the stairs --
Just as the two-by-four comes
FLYING DOWN like a missile.
It HITS Kelsey in the stomach, OOF --
and she goes FLYING BACKWARDS
onto the floor with a CRACK.
Okay. Now I’m MAD --
She slowly gets up. Raises a fist.
Prepare to DIE, fuck-face.
And she CHARGES UP THE STAIRS.
Hears her coming up, and
RACES UP to the next floor.
INT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - FOURTH FLOOR - NIGHT
Doll looks around.
What to do? Where to hide?
What can I use as a weapon?
She sees a sledgehammer. Picks it up.
Crouches down behind a stack of sheetrock.
Kelsey comes FLYING UP the stairs into the room.
Looks around, searching.
You can run, but you can’t hide,
you fucking CUNT. WHERE ARE YOU?
BEHIND THE SHEETROCK
Doll clutches the sledgehammer.
Eyes darting madly.
She pulls a coke snifter
out of her pocket.
Does a quick bump.
Circles the room. Looking for her.
Sees a trash can. Takes off the lid.
Holds it like a shield.
Finds a length of pipe.
Picks it up. Brandishes it like a sword.
This is your last chance, girlie.
Show yourself NOW.
Kelsey walks near the stack of sheetrock.
Doll LEAPS UP and SMASHES
the sledge hammer at Kelsey’s head --
She BLOCKS the blow with the garbage can lid,
but the impact drives it into her head
and KNOCKS her over, THWUMP.
DOLL raises the sledgehammer over her head.
Wild-eyed, face contorted in a bizarre grimace.
Time to meet your MAKER --
Kelsey shakes her head. Sees Doll,
and THROWS the pipe at her.
It SMASHES into her chest. She FLIES
backwards into the sheetrock, CRACK.
Kelsey slowly gets up. Head pounding.
Doll raises the sledgehammer again.
Not so fast, BITCH --
She WHIPS the garbage can lid
at her like a frisbee.
It HITS Doll in the neck with a CRACK --
she lets go of the sledge hammer --
and it FLIES DOWN and hits Kelsey on the FOOT.
Doll stares at her wild-eyed,
clutching her neck, trying to breath --
and RUNS to the stairwell and FLIES UP the steps.
Kelsey gingerly puts her foot on the floor.
She tries to walk, but it’s hard.
She’s in PAIN. Picks up the pipe.
Hobbles over to the staircase.
Grabs the hand rail.
Looks up into the darkness
of the black sky above.
Yo, GIRLIE. Got some great news.
Just called Hell and made you a reservation.
I hear Satan gives great room service.
Off in the distance,
we hear police sirens WAILING.