Death Becomes Him

Happy Tuesday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 2 of THE HEISTERS, career criminal Kelsey Hazard returns to her safe house with beer and cigarettes, only to discover her boy toy has been massacred and the money from the robbery gone with the wind ...


EXT. BAY STREET - NIGHT
We watch from the across the street
as Kelsey walks down
the sidewalk with her bag.

Heels CLICK-CLICKING
on the cement.

KELSEY (V.O.)
The name’s Hazard.
Kelsey Hazard.
I’m a heister.
(beat)
I steal for a living.
Big jobs, mostly.
Armored cars.
Stadium jobs.
Race tracks.
Even jacked a
coin convention once.
But no banks.
That shit’ll get you killed.
And besides,
it’s a federal offense.
I’ll stick with
the local heat, thank you.

She turns onto a driveway.
Starts walking up to a
Craftsman bungalow.

Once nice,
now crumbling in disrepair.

KELSEY (V.O.)
I do one or two jobs a year.
Then live off the take
the rest of the time.
I plan my jobs meticulously --
and I’ve never been caught.

Kelsey opens the front door,
goes in.

INT. BUNGALOW - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Dimly lit.

Decor, ‘early dorm room.’
She walks through into --

KELSEY (V.O.)
I’m completely off the grid.
Have never paid taxes.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
The kitchen, where she puts the smokes
on the counter.
The beers into the fridge.

KELSEY (V.O.)
As far as Uncle Sam goes,
I don’t exist --

She pulls off two cans,
walks into --

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Dark, with light spilling out
from an doorway at the end.
She walks toward the bedroom.

KELSEY
I’m back --
(beat)
Miss me?

Gets to the door.
Starts to walk in --

KELSEY
Rested up for the next round?

She looks, sees a YOUNG STUD (25)
propped up in bed.

A long SAMURAI SWORD
stuck in his neck.
Pinning him to the head board.

Blood everywhere.
Must have been SOME geyser.

KELSEY
NO!

Kelsey RACES over to the closet.
Opens it. Looks.

She WHEELS AROUND.
Head whipping back and forth.
In a RAGE.

KELSEY
The MONEY --

She stops.
Closes her eyes.

Takes a deep breath.
Opens them.

Now blazing.
Full of FIRE.

KELSEY
(under her breath)
Somebody’s gonna DIE.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Police.
DON’T MOVE.

Kelsey turns, sees --

TWO POLICE OFFICERS
Standing in the doorway.

A GRIZZLED VET and a YOUNG ROOKIE.
Weapons drawn.