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In Chapter 20 of BABY HEISTER, teenage heister Kelsey Hazard and the gang have successfully knocked over the armored car, but when they arrive at Freddie Fingers' farm house to divide up the loot, they're in for a deadly surprise ...
EXT. TILLY’S JOINT - DAY
A ramshackle clapboard affair sits at the end
of a long driveway surrounded by big, old oak trees.
The joint’s in serious disrepair.
Dead, brown lawn. Crumbling foundation.
Next to the house is a small barn
that looks like it’d fall over if you sneezed.
Doors open.
The Roto-Helper truck comes down the driveway.
Drives into the barn. Stops.
INT. BARN - DAY
Kelsey gets out of the truck.
Goes around to the back, opens the door.
Reno and Dusty get out.
Freddie steps out from the shadows
holding a shotgun. Aims it at them.
FREDDIE
Don’t move, or I’ll SHOOT.
DUSTY
What the FUCK?
RENO
Asshole. I KNEW it.
KELSEY
You’re not gonna get away this.
FREDDIE
Fuck you, bitch.
Now all of you take your
guns out slowly and TOSS ‘em.
Kelsey, Reno and Dusty shake their heads.
Curse under their breath.
Slowly pull out their guns.
Toss them.
RENO
What’s it like knowing you’re gonna die?
FREDDIE
Shut up. Kick ‘em over here.
They kick their guns over.
DUSTY
You realize you’re a dead man, right?
FREDDIE
I said SHUT UP.
One more word and I’ll
blow your fucking HEADS off.
A GUNSHOT rings out. BANG.
A hole appears in Freddie’s forehead.
He falls over, THWUMP.
They turn and look, see --
RAY
Standing in the doorway.
Holding a giant chrome handgun.
Wicked smile on his lips. Chuckling.
RAY
Sorry to crash the party.
(off Kelsey’s shocked look)
Hey there, darlin.’
Don’t suppose you’d like to
ride off into the sunset with me.
KELSEY
Fucking ASSHOLE.
RAY
So ladylike.
(waves the gun at them)
Start unloading the dough, fellas.
Then your gonna put it in my van outside.
GUNSHOTS ring out.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
Five RED HOLES appear in his white T-shirt.
He looks down at them --
RAY
What the --
And HITS the ground. THWUMP.
TILLY
Stands in the doorway behind him.
Holding a small handgun.
TILLY
You shot my FREDDIE.
DUSTY
Tilly. Calm down. He’s not with us.
He wasn’t part of the plan, I swear.
RENO
Yeah. Don’t shoot, don’t shoot.
TILLY
SHUT UP. I gotta THINK.
BANG. Her head EXPLODES IN A RED MIST.
Kelsey JUMPS. SCREAMS.
DOC
Stands behind her
holding a sawed-off shotgun.
KELSEY
Doc.
DOC
Didn’t think I’d let you
do the job without a chaperone, did ya?
(beat)
Looks like I got here just in time.
RENO
No shit. Freddie tried a cross --
(points at Ray)
And this fella shot him.
Doc goes over to Ray’s body.
Pull out his wallet.
DOC
Bastard been sniffin’ around since the wake.
(opens the wallet, looks)
The guy’s a fucking COP.
Detective Charles Willis,
LA Robbery Homicide.
DUSTY
Holy SHIT.
You know what that means?
DOC
Yeah. They’re onto us.
RENO
But he wasn’t arresting us.
He was gonna TAKE THE DOUGH.
DUSTY
Yeah, but the cops still know about us.
He was playing along like
he was investigating us --
then he was gonna take
the dough and disappear.
RENO
So when word gets out about the can
getting knocked over --
DOC
Dead cop? Gonna be a shit storm.
Kelsey stares. Numb.
White a ghost.
Doc looks at her.
DOC
Don’t worry. We’re gonna be okay.
I’ve been planning for this day a long time.
(off her nod)
Take a deep breath.
She gulps down air.
Stares at the bodies.
DOC
Be strong.
You can freak out later.
Right now we gotta focus.
RENO
So what are we gonna do about the bodies?
DUSTY
I say we torch the joint.
DOC
Good idea.
Reno and Dusty nod.
Head toward the house.
DOC
C’mon. Let’s move the truck.
I gotta call Jo.
Kelsey nods. They get in,
Kelsey behind the wheel.
She starts backing it out of the barn.
IN THE TRUCK
Kelsey stops in the driveway.
DOC
Go change the signs.
Put the old ones in the barn, okay?
She nods. Starts to get out.
Stops. Stares at Doc. In shock.
DOC
You gotta trust me.
We’ll make it through this.
I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. Okay?
Kelsey nods.
Eyes bright with tears. Gets out.
Doc pulls out his cell.
Punches a number. Listens.
DOC
Hello, Jo?
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. DOC’S FARMHOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
Jo stands at the wall phone,
holding the receiver to her ear.
JO
What’s wrong?
DOC
It’s D-day. No time to explain.
Call Brub at the airport.
Charter a plane for us to LAX.
Then call Crutch,
have a limo waiting for us there.
Then drive the stash to the loft downtown.
We’ll meet you there. Okay?
JO
Got it. Is everybody okay?
DOC
Yeah. Don’t pack anything.
You gotta leave immediately.
Okay? Love you.
JO
Okay. Love you.
She hangs up.
Goes to the stove.
Turns it off.
JO
Sorry, pot roast --
OMG!!! Bodies everywhere! I'm on the edge of my seat, waiting for the gunfire to start up again! I love your trademark 'head explodes in a red mist'! Great ending to the week... so much action and the imagery is fantastic!
ReplyDeleteI had a feeling about Freddie, but that thing with Ray... totally took me by surprise... did not see that coming at all!
I love how you set it up... first Freddie with the double cross, then hey... Ray to the rescue... uh-oh... no rescue here... then Tilly ventilates Ray... but wait a minute... this girl is just way too twitchy... then Doc in to clean things up! Whew! Awesome sequence!
So... time to get outta Dodge, eh? Too bad... I was hungry for some pot roast! ;-)
See you Monday, hun! Have a great weekend!
xoxoxoxoxo <3 <3 <3
Ronni
HOLY SHIT, right? I can't tell you how much FUN that was to write.
ReplyDeleteThe thing with Ray was hard to pull off -- don't reveal he's a cop at first, but of course you suspect that -- then reveal it -- but then the BIG reveal is that he's DIRTY -- and was planning on ripping them off ALL ALONG.
Whew. Better hold onto your seat, cause things just get more and more jam-packed!
xoxoxo