Thursday, December 5, 2013
Happy Thursday, 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 29 of THE HEISTERS, the cops grill Chick and offer him a deal to give up the rest of the gang. Then we flash back to the robbery, where Kelsey and the boys use an ingenious method of eluding the fuzz after making their getaway ...
INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT
The standard tiny, grey, shitty cinder block room
that we’ve seen in a zillion movies and TV shows.
Chick sits on a wooden chair
at a piece of crap table.
Detective Nunn sits on the
other side of the table.
Isaacs leans against the wall
working a toothpick in his mouth.
(SLAPS the table)
BULLSHIT. We got you, old man.
You had IN YOUR POCKET a list
of all the chicks Jackie Tempel was dating.
I know my rights.
I want to call my lawyer.
But we haven’t CHARGED you
with anything yet, gramps.
We’re just QUESTIONING you.
Chick stares sullenly.
It’ll go alot easier on you
if you’d just talk to us.
We’ve got you involved in a robbery
AND a murder --
I’ve NEVER been involved in killing someone --
Well, you have this time, old fella.
We’ve put it all together.
Whoever killed Jackie Tempel
took the money that was stashed
at her joint after the robbery.
And it was ONE OF YOUR CREW --
You give them up,
and we’ll cut you a deal.
If not, you’re looking at ALOT of time,
which at your age
is the same as a death sentence.
Do you really want to die behind bars?
Spend the rest of your days
sucking on cocks instead of cigars?
Of COURSE not --
He’s starting to crack.
What kind of a -- deal?
You give them up,
we’ll give you immunity.
Let you walk.
Your rap sheet's longer than
Kim Kardashian's Twitter followers.
From where I stand,
that’s a pretty fucking good deal.
Let’s just suppose I did that --
IF I was involved --
these people would hunt me down
to the end of the earth.
That’s what the
witness protection program is for, old man.
For shitheads like you that squeal
on your fucking LOW-LIFE CRONIES.
You had THE LIST in your pocket.
That’s as good as a DEATH CERTIFICATE.
I’ll give you everything.
But first I want to talk to my lawyer.
No can do, pops.
You realize this means my life is over, right?
That’s what we’ve been trying to TELL you.
Who organized the heist?
Guy by the name of Ronan. Ronan Kenny.
Then he brought on this big shot planner.
Name’s Kelsey Hazard.
One of the best in the business.
A BROAD? Really?
Wait a minute.
Wasn’t that the chick that gave
Mart Volok the business at his house?
I heard she was one scary bitch.
Was packing heat.
Threatened to hurt his family.
That would be Kelsey --
EXT. STADIUM - WEST GATE - STREET - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
The ambulance ROARS down the street.
Gets to the first intersection.
The siren STOPS.
Drives past the next corner,
then pulls over and parks.
Ludo jumps out.
Opens the rear doors.
Chick gets out, and the two of them
adjust the ramp-boards.
Kelsey sits behind the wheel,
and slowly backs the Triumph
out of the ambulance.
Ludo and Chick get back in,
and Kasper drives off.
EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT - MOMENTS LATER - FLASHBACK
The ambulance pulls up to an abandoned warehouse.
Stops. Ronan, Ludo and Chick get out,
and head over to the Mercedes,
which we see is parked behind
the big panel truck.
Ronan opens the door.
Gets behind the wheel.
Ludo and Chick pile in,
and they drive off.
We were home free.
Ronan would drive Chick and Ludo to the motel
they were going to hole up at,
and then ditch the car near
where he was going to stay.
Jefty opens the back of the truck.
Kelsey comes over and helps him
adjust the board-ramps,
then drives the Triumph into the truck.
Jefty closes the doors and gets back in.
He starts the engine.
Pulls the truck out, does a U-turn
and heads back toward the stadium.
A phalanx of SQUAD CARS come
ROARING toward them, sirens SCREAMING.
The crowning touch was driving the truck
back in the direction of the stadium --
travelling in the opposite direction
the heisters would theoretically be going.
INSIDE THE TRUCK
Kelsey sits behind the wheel of the Triumph.
Lights a cigarette.
Leans back. Thinking.
Exhales a cloud of smoke.
Takes off her wig.
Rubs her scalp.
And now for the next week or so,
the dough was my in my care.
The job was successful.
No one got hurt, and we were
flush with a boatload of cash.
But this was no time to relax.
Even though I was due a little R&R,
I had to keep my wits about me,
because some serious shit
was about to go down --