Crime Doesn't Pay. Or Get You Laid

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In Chapter 25 of THE HEISTERS, things really start to heat up when Doll sees cops outside her apartment in an unmarked car, and runs into the back alley to get the stadium job cash from the trunk of her car. We then see that Ronan is following her. Meanwhile, back at the sleazy motel, the FBI finds Kasper's dead body ...


INT. DOLL’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The woozy, sax-drenched cocktail swoon
of Morphine plays on the hi-fi.
The TV’s on with the sound off.
Some nature show.

Doll lights a joint.
Takes a big hit.
Then cocks her head.

She hears something outside.
Gets up, goes to the window.
Looks out. Sees --

EXT. SPEEDWAY - NIGHT
An unmarked COP CAR sits idling across the street.

DOLL
Stares with horror.

DOLL
Fucking COPS.

Doll races to the coffee table.
Stubs out the joint.
Hides it under the ashtray.

Looks around the apartment wildly.
Thinking. Then stops. Realizes.

DOLL
The fucking MONEY.

She turns and heads for the kitchen.

IN THE KITCHEN
Doll goes to the back door. Opens it. Goes outside to --

THE REAR ALLEY
Where her piece of shit
pea-green Dodge Dart Swinger is parked.

She goes to the trunk.
Fishes out her keys. Opens it.

EXT. VENICE ALLEY - NIGHT
Ronan’s car pulls up behind Kelsey’s.
Parks. He gets out. Pulls out his gun.
Starts walking toward Doll’s building.

INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Ren Rosen and Terrence Marr stand on either side
of the door to room twenty-three. Guns raised.
Ren KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKS loudly. SHOUTS.

REN
This is the FBI.
OPEN THE DOOR.
We’ve got the place SURROUNDED.

Silence.

He BANG-BANG-BANGS again.

REN
I repeat, THIS IS THE FBI.
Open the door NOW, or we’re COMING IN.

Silence.

Terrence pulls a pass key out of his pocket.
Ren nods. He puts the key in. Turns it.

Carefully unlocks it,
staying against the wall outside --

Ren KICKS it open with his foot.
It FLIES open.

They wait. Listening. Nothing.
He nods at Terrence, and they RACE IN --

INT. RONAN’S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
To find it empty.

REN
Shit.

TERRENCE
Fuck.

Ren goes to the closet.
Opens it. Nothing.

Terrence goes to the bathroom.
Looks. Empty.

Ren goes the bed. Gets down.
Looks under it. Smiles. Evil.

REN
We gotta dead heister under the bed.

TERRENCE
Is it the chick?

REN
Nah. Some Hispanic guy.
Ugly sonofabitch.

TERRENCE
Crime doesn’t pay.
Or get you laid --

Terrence pulls out his radio.
Speaks into it.

TERRENCE
Hey, Mart.
You and Stark come on up.
They’ve flown the coop.

INTERCUT WITH:

EXT. VENICE MOTOR COURT HOTEL - NIGHT
Mart and Meg stand in the alley outside the window.
Mart looks up. Speaks into his radio.

MART
Damn. You guys find anything?

TERRENCE
We gotta stiff. Come on up.

MART
Roger that. Over.

He puts the radio away.
Looks at Meg.

MEG
So?

MART
They’re gone.
Except for one, who’s dead.

MEG
(big smile)
Now we’re TALKING.

MART
You’re -- happy about that?

MEG
It’s a fucking LEAD, detective.
Of COURSE I’m happy --
(beat)
C’mon, let’s go.

They start walking back to the hotel.

MART
So -- you married?

Meg stops dead in her tracks.
Stares at him. Eyes burning.

MEG
Yeah. To my JOB.

She continues on.

MART
Hey, I’m sorry. I just --
like a woman who’s strong. In control.

PUSH IN ON Meg’s face. Amused.

MEG
So do I, detective.
(beat)
So do I --