Pale Blue Skin

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In Chapter 20 of THE HEISTERS, the FBI traces dead heister Jefty Jones' cell phone and locates the seedy Venice beach motel where Kelsey and the gang are holed up while trying to find their stolen loot. Then we flash back to earlier in our story and meet sleazy b-girl Doll Montana, who pays a little visit to Kesley's boy toy Jackie Tempel. And trust me, she's NOT there to 'party' ...


INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - ELWIN’S OFFICE - NIGHT
Elwin sits behind his desk.
Mart leans against the wall,
sips a cup of coffee.

Standing in front of the desk
are two SERIOUS-LOOKING FBI AGENTS (30’s).

SERIOUS-LOOKING FBI AGENT
(into his cell phone)
Great, thank you.
We’ll keep you posted.

Meet REN ROSEN.
Stiff. Formal. No-nonsense.
Poster boy for the Feds.

Boyish good looks.
Hence the overcompensation.

REN
We have the location.

ELWIN
That was fast --

MART
Shit, yeah --

The other agent, MEG STARK,
a tall, curvy brunette
gives them a wry smile.

Adjusts her glasses.
Purses bright red lips.

MEG
Simple triangulation equation
from the satellite.
We can track a text message
from a moving vehicle
in thirty seconds.

ELWIN
Damn.

REN
Signal came from
The Venice Motor Court.
I assume that’s a hotel
at the beach?

MART
Damn straight it is.

MEG
How far away?

ELWIN
Ten minutes?

REN
Then let’s go --

MART
You mean you WANT us
to come with you?

Ren nods curtly.
Heads for the door.
They all follow.

ELWIN
(to Mart)
Well, THAT’S a first --

MEG
(to Mart and Elwin)
Ren believes that cooperation between
local and federal authorities
is the most efficient method
of solving crime.

MART
Amen, sister --

EXT. SHITTY BUNGALOW - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
It’s late. Light spills out
from a single window in the back.

ACROSS THE STREET
An ancient Dodge Dart Swinger is parked.
A sickly puke green.

We see a woman’s face
in the window. Smoking.

IN THE CAR
We see her up close.

She’s kinda hot, in a tough,
biker-chick kind of way.

Severe black hair with bangs,
ala Bettie Page.

Meet DOLL MONTANA (20’s),
former juvenile delinquent,
now on the road to career criminal.

Pale skin you get from doing
LOTS of drugs.

She HONKS a line of meth
off her compact.

THE FRONT DOOR
Of the bungalow opens.

Out walks Kelsey.
She lights a smoke.
Starts off down the sidewalk.

IN THE CAR
Doll’s eyes shoot daggers at Kelsey.
Watching her.

She opens the door of the car.
Climbs out.

Walks across the street.
Stiletto boots CLICK-CLICK-CLICK
on the pavement.

Doll gets to the door.
Opens it. Goes in.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Jackie Tempel lies
on the side of the bed
in the dim light.
Back turned.

Doll creeps in the room.
Softly goes to the
other side of the bed.

Stares at him.
Thinking.

She looks at the sword on the wall.
Reaches up and GRABS it.

DOLL
Wake up, ASSHOLE.
It’s JUDGMENT DAY --

[CONTINUED ON MONDAY]