Happy Monday, crime-busters! It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side. A place where your darkest fantasies become cold-blooded acts of hardboiled violence, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 30 of THE HEISTERS, we reach the exciting conclusion of our story, where in a mind-blowing twist, we learn the REAL identity of the person who ripped off the heisters ...
EXT. VENICE BEACH PARKING LOT - NIGHT
A patrol car sits idling at the very north end
of the lot near the entrance.
Kelsey trots over to it, limping a bit.
She gets in. SLAMS the door.
INT. PATROL CAR - NIGHT
Terrence sits behind the wheel. Smiles at Kelsey.
Ding, dong, the witch is dead?
Follow the yellow brick smashed on her head --
You got the dough?
Does a bear get wood?
Solid. Where to, the airport?
Charter flight to Mexico awaits --
He puts the car into gear. Starts driving.
You never told me.
What are you gonna do with your half-mil?
Thought I’d go cruise around Europe
for a year or so. Never been.
But I’ll be back.
A half-million isn’t going to last forever.
And besides, I’m a heister.
It’s in my blood.
Turns east on Navy Street.
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT
Mart, Nunn and Isaacs find Ronan’s body.
Ren and Meg examine Doll’s corpse.
They call it in.
Start combing the area for evidence.
A trio of SQUAD CARS pull up,
The plan was simple.
I knew every detail about the heist
because I planned it --
and where the money
would end up afterwards.
INT. PATROL CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Terrence drives. Kelsey looks out the window. Thinking.
We knew there was going to be a double-cross,
so all Terrence had to do
was tail Ronan and see what he was up to,
and then between the two of us
working both sides of the law,
we could connect the dots.
It got a little hairy there for awhile,
but we pulled it off.
EXT. SIDEWALK CAFE - DAY - FLASHBACK
Kelsey and Terrence sit at a table outside.
It’s deserted. Late. No one else around.
Give me one reason I don’t take you in right now.
How about a half-a-million reasons.
Terrence sips his coffee.
Narrows his eyes.
How I do I know I can trust you?
I’ve never been caught.
And I’ve got a score to settle.
With you on my team, it’s a slam-dunk.
Word on the street is
you’re into Jimmy Two-Fingers
for fifty-K betting on the ponies,
and I had funny feeling
offering you a half-million tax free
would be a home run.
He stares at her a long beat.
Then breaks into a big smile.
Let’s play ball.
INT. BAR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Kelsey sits at a booth,
Ronan across from her.
Watching him, stone-faced.
I knew something was up
when Ronan first approached me.
After that drunken tryst on New Year’s
when I first saw his ‘needle dick,’
there was no way he would
want to REALLY work with me.
Not after I laughed at him like that.
That kinda shit cuts to the core
of a guy’s manhood.
But what could I do?
I couldn’t help it.
I mean, he was hung like a light switch.
INT. PATROL CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Kelsey lights a cigarette. Rolls down the window.
Feels the warm night hair blow on her face.
I learned a valuable lesson that night.
Never fuck a heister.
Because if you don’t watch out,
they’ll fuck you right back.
Kelsey says something to Terrence.
He pulls the car over to the side of the road.
She smiles. Opens the car door --
WHIPS OUT her pistol.
SHOOTS him in the chest.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Terrence slumps over. Dead.
Oh, yeah. One last thing.
Never trust a heister.
It could get you killed --
FADE TO BLACK