Happy Monday, crime motherfuckers! It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, to a place where your most violent hardboiled fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here ... at That Killing Feeling.
In chapter 10 of THE HEISTERS, we flash back again, this time to the start of the heist. Kelsey and the gang break into the stadium finance office, where they will wait all night until the guards arrive in the morning. 'Let the heist begin,' indeed ...
EXT. STADIUM - NORTH GATE - NIGHT
Deserted at this hour.
A large, old black Mercedes sedan idles at the curb.
The exhaust softly puffs out a white cloud in the moonlight.
We see four DARK FIGURES huddled inside.
There’s nothing like the feeling
you get at the start of a job.
At first it’s like butterflies in your stomach,
like you’re going onstage.
But once you get going,
it’s a pure adrenaline rush.
Better than drugs. Booze. Gambling. Even sex --
INT. MERCEDES SEDAN - NIGHT
Ronan’s behind the wheel.
Kelsey rides shotgun in the passenger seat.
Chick and Ludo sit in the back.
Ready to rock and roll?
Solid, doll. Let’s crack this sucker like a walnut --
And let the heist begin.
Where’s Mickey Spillane when you need him?
It’s showtime, boychick.
(to Kelsey and Ronan)
See you in the funny papers.
Chick and Ludo open their doors. Get out.
EXT. STADIUM GATE - NIGHT
Ludo carries a fold-up chair and a newspaper.
Sets the chair down next to the gate.
Puts the paper on it.
He turns toward Chick.
Interlocks his fingers together.
Holds them down below his knees.
Chick steps onto Ludo’s hands and GRABS the bars.
Ludo then HOISTS Chick up.
He GRABS the top.
Ludo GRABS Chick’s feet and PUSHES him up higher.
Chick squeezes through the opening at the top of the gate
and drops down on the other side with a soft THUD.
Ludo sits down on the chair and starts reading the paper.
IN THE MERCEDES
Ronan turns. Looks at Kelsey.
How you doin’?
Top o’ the world, ma.
You don’t get -- nervous?
I get a bit -- on edge.
Then when the job gets going, I calm down.
Kinda go into auto-pilot.
Same here --
Don’t look now, but we’re coming in for a landing.
Gets up from his chair. Stretches and yawns.
KELSEY AND RONAN
Get out of the car. Go the trunk. Open it.
Ronan takes out two large duffle bags.
Kelsey grabs a large suitcase.
They carry them over to Ludo.
(takes Kelsey’s bag)
Then let’s go make a charitable withdrawal.
EXT. BOX OFFICE ENTRANCE - NIGHT
Chick holds a small, thin flashlight.
A small sliver of light hits Kelsey, Ronan and Ludo’s feet.
Hey, hey. The gang’s all here. Follow me.
They walk off into the darkness.
EXT. BOX OFFICE - DOOR - NIGHT
Chick shines a light on the lock as Kelsey works a key.
It softly CLICKS open. She smiles. Quietly pushes the door.
They go in.
INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Kelsey leads Ronan, Ludo and Chick up the stairs.
They walk slowly, carefully, so as not to make any noise.
INT. STAIRWELL - DOOR - NIGHT
Kelsey pulls out another key. Works it in the lock.
It softly CLICKS open. She grabs the doorknob.
Follow me --
And the four of them walk in.
INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT
The heisters pad softly down the hallway.
Get to a doorway at the end.
A sign reads AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
Kelsey sticks a key in. Turns it.
The door OPENS softly. CLICK.
Open sesame, motherfuckers --
They file in.
INT. FINANCE OFFICE - NIGHT
A large room with cubicles and work stations.
Drab. Functional. Cluttered. Eerie in the dim light.
Kelsey leads them to a door in the far corner.
She opens it. They walk into --
INT. STORAGE ROOM - NIGHT
A windowless room with shelves
along the walls filled with boxes.
Ludo and Ronan put their bags down.
It’s not much, but I call it ‘hiding place.’
Ludo FLIPS on the lights.
Damn, that’s bright. Shut ‘em off.
Leave ‘em on. It’ll keep us awake.
So what are we going to do to pass the time?
I’m too keyed up to get any shut-eye.
(pulls out a pack of cards)
Anybody up for a game of poker?
Good idea. It’ll keep our wits sharp.
Ronan grabs a box.
Puts it in the middle of the floor.
Here’s our table --
They all sit on the floor around the box.
Chick starts shuffling and cutting the cards.
How about a little five-card draw?
What about Texas Hold-em?
Fuck that yuppie shit.
I say five-card STUD.
I’m really starting to like this broad.
(starts dealing the cards)
Stud it is --
So what are we gonna play for?
IOU’s work for me.
(smiles, looks at her cards)
After all, tomorrow we’re gonna be rolling in it --