Basic Instinct

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In Chapter 11 of THE HEISTERS, we flashback to Kelsey celebrating her latest haul ... by picking up a scary character in a dive bar ...


INT. DIVE BAR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Dark. Grungy. Filled with BIKERS,
BLUE-COLLAR WORKERS and
other assorted riffraff.

Ugly, nasty heavy metal
BLARES on the juke.

The kinda place your
momma warned you about.

A glass BREAKS somewhere in the smoky haze.
Someone starts SHOUTING.

A fist-fight breaks out.
A chair is SMASHED.

Burly BOUNCER throws a pair of
BLOODIED REDNECKS out on the street.

Sitting at the bar is KELSEY (20),
looking hot in jeans, t-shirt,
black leather jacket and red lips.

She SLAMS down a double shot of brown.
CRACKS it on the bar.

KELSEY
Hit me AGAIN.

She takes a chug from her beer.
SCARY BARTENDER (40’s)
brings over a bottle.

Pours another. Tries to smile.
Not a pretty sight.

Kelsey pulls out a wad of bills.
SLAPS one down.

KELSEY
Might as well leave the bottle.
Scary picks up the bill.

It’s a C-note.
Raises his eyebrows.

KELSEY
Keep the change.

He nods.
Stuffs the bill
in his pocket.
Slides away.

A PONYTAILED BIKER
sitting next to her
gives her a gold-toothed grin.

A young Mickey Roarke
in cracked black leather.

PONYTAILED BIKER
Looks like someone’s celebratin.’

Kelsey turns. Looks.
Likes what she sees.

KELSEY
Got THAT fuckin’ right.

She pours them both a shot.
They raise them in a toast.

PONYTAILED BIKER
So what are we drinkin’ to?

Kelsey pulls at her jacket,
revealing a GUN in her waistband.

KELSEY
Armed ROBBERY.

PONYTAILED BIKER
(grins)
Works for me.

And they SLAM them.