Does Your Kitty-Cat Have A Pussy?

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In Chapter 20 of THE HEISTERS, now that the robbery has been successfully completed, today we go along with Ronan when he pays a little visit to Kelsey's dead boy-toy killer, Doll Montana, where in a big shock reveal, we learn that he planned the theft of the cash from the heisters ... !


EXT. VENICE BEACH - APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Speedway. A narrow road that runs behind the boardwalk.
On it, a decrepit, old tenement. ‘Slum’ would be a compliment.
Faded blue paint gives it that beach-dive vibe.

Ronan walks up to the front door.
RINGS the bell.

A buzzer BUZZES him in.
He opens the door.

INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Ronan walks up to a doorway on the first floor.
Knocks softly. The door opens. He walks into --

INT. DOLL’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
A large studio apartment crammed with stuff.
Cozy but cluttered. The shitty stereo plays some obscure indie rock.

Doll RUSHES into Ronan’s arms.

DOLL
Hey, BABY.
Ohmigod I’m glad you’re here.

RONAN
I missed you, too --

The kiss passionately.
Pull apart. She takes his hand.
Leads him over to the sofa. He sits.

DOLL
Can I get you something to drink?

RONAN
A beer would be great --

She goes to the kitchenette.
Opens the fridge. Pulls out two bottles.
Opens them. Brings them over.

Hands him one.
Sits next to him.
Looks at him wide-eyed.

DOLL
So the plan’s working?

RONAN
Like fuckin’ clockwork, baby-doll.
Pretty soon we’ll be able to blow this joint.

DOLL
(sips her beer)
I can’t fucking WAIT.
I’m going stir-crazy hanging out here all day.
(big smile)
So what’s the occasion?

RONAN
We’re all interviewing loser’s ex-girlfriends.
Turns out the one I
was supposed to check out moved away --
and since your place was nearby,
I thought I’d stop by and surprise you.
(smiles)
Surprise.

DOLL
So no one suspects anything?

RONAN
Course not.
I planned this so well, it’s fucking air-tight.
(smiles)
But you get credit for the bit with the sword.
You are one evil bitch.

DOLL
And that’s why you love me so --

RONAN
So you got anything we could --
celebrate with?

DOLL
Does your kitty-cat have a pussy?

She opens a cigar box on the coffee table.
Pulls out a small white envelope.
Shakes it in front of his face.

DOLL
Meow --

RONAN
Yeah. Couple lines of blow
would hit the spot about now.
I’m exhausted.

Doll dumps some on the glass table top.
Starts chopping it up with a razor blade.
Then expertly fashions a few thick lines.

DOLL
You never told me why you set up this chick.
You two have a history or somethin’?

She hands him a rolled up bill.
He leans down. HONKS up a line.
Then another. Shakes his head. Sips his beer.

RONAN
Something like that --
(beat)
And the bitch thinks her shit don’t stink.
Never been popped.
On every job I’ve done with her,
she takes over, bosses everybody around.
She’s one of the best,
but most heisters secretly
hate her guts behind her back.

DOLL
She did look kinda full of herself --

RONAN
(looks around)
So where’d you stash the dough?

DOLL
In the trunk of my car.

RONAN
Are you fucking KIDDING me?
That’s not SAFE.
Someone could STEAL it.

DOLL
Not MY car --

RONAN
Oh, yeah? And why is THAT?

DOLL
Fucker crapped out on me.
Won’t start.

RONAN
Oh. Okay. Cool.

DOLL
Hey, baby. Don’t worry.
I won’t let you down.

Ronan takes a swig of beer.
Eyes her appreciatively.

RONAN
Hey. Speaking of 'going down -- '