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In chapter 9 of THE HEISTERS, we flash forward back to the aftermath of the robbery gone wrong, where Kelsey and the gang are all holed up at Ronan's motel room planning on how to get the money back, when Kelsey has a startling announcement ...
INT. RONAN’S HOTEL ROOM - DAY
Blinds are drawn. A heavy haze of smoke hangs in the air.
And the smell of sweat. Desperation. Anger.
Everyone’s seated on the couch,
the floor, and all available chairs.
Becky puts a bowl of chips and dip on the coffee table.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was a party.
But I still say how do we know it wasn’t one of us?
If YOU ripped off a million bucks,
would YOU still be in town?
No shit. If I’d jacked the cash,
I’d be LONG GONE, baby --
Well, that WOULD be the perfect cover.
Steal the dough, then stay holed up like the rest of us --
That’s stupid. We’re all paired up.
How could anyone do THAT?
Well, we were all paired up except for --
HEY. I fucking PUT THIS JOB TOGETHER.
You think I’m going to double cross all of you?
It’s happened before --
ENOUGH, all of you.
I had the fucking money,
I was gone for TEN FUCKING MINUTES,
and nobody knew where I was except RONAN,
who I called right after the shit went down.
If we’re going to get the money back,
we’re going to have to work together,
and not BICKER like a bunch
of fucking school kids, GOT IT?
Alright. It’s settled --
Now, like I told you, Jackie Tempel
was stabbed through the neck with a samurai sword
he had hanging over the bed.
That makes it a crime of passion,
so we’re looking for some chick
he was seeing -- and dumped.
Or cheated on.
And how are we going to find HER?
Kelsey pulls out the kid’s cell.
Holds it up. Smiles.
I grabbed his phone.
And looking through all the names on it,
we’ve got ourselves a nice little list of chickies.
So our boy was a player --
We gonna play 'ding-dong bitch?'
I told you she was smart --
So what’s the plan, then?
We’ve got five names --
I want each of you to check out one of them. Tonight.
What are you going to do?
Glad you asked.
I’m going to pay a little visit
to the homicide detective in charge of the case.
See if there are any names we don’t know about.
But won’t that be -- dangerous?
Not a problem.
Danger is my business.