Wednesday, February 22, 2017
A Clean Break
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In the final Chapter of THE HEISTERS, Kelsey makes a deal with the devil, gets away scot-free, and heads off into the sunset with a cool million ...
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
Elwin sits behind the wheel.
Smiles at Kelsey.
Ding, dong, the bitch is dead?
Follow the yellow brick smashed on her head.
You got the dough?
Does a bear shit in the woods?
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? Retire?
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.
Elwin nods. 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 afterward.
INT. PATROL CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Elwin drives. Kelsey looks out the window. Thinking.
We knew there was going to be a double-cross,
so all Elwin 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 Elwin 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.
Elwin 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.
Talking earnestly. Kelsey smokes.
Watching him, stone-faced.
I knew something was up when Ronan
first approached me about the job.
A little over a year ago we’d had
what I thought was a minor fling
after a big heist.
It was New Year’s Eve, I had too
much to drink, and got careless.
The first rule of Heist Club
is don’t get involved.
But the kicker was,
he’d fallen in love with me.
And after I ended it, he mooned
around like a teenage kid.
They only way I could make a
clean break was to leave town --
so when he contacted me through
my go-between about a new job,
red flags started flapping in the breeze.
INT. PATROL CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Kelsey lights a cigarette. Rolls down the window.
Feels the warm night air blow on her face.
I learned a valuable lesson.
NEVER fuck a heister.
Because if you don’t watch out,
they’ll fuck you right back.
Kelsey says something to Elwin.
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.
Elwin slumps over. Dead.
KELSEY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Oh, yeah. One last thing.
Never trust a heister --