Who's Sorry Now?

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In chapter 14 of THE HEISTERS, we flash back again to the aftermath of the heist, where we meet Doll Montana, the evil vixen who kills Kelsey Hazard's boy toy Jackie Tempel, and then steals the loot from the heist ...


EXT. SHITTY BUNGALOW - NIGHT
It’s late. Light spills out from a single window in the back.

ACROSS THE STREET
An ancient Dodge Dart Swinger is parked.
A sickly puke green.
We see a woman’s face in the window. Smoking.

IN THE CAR
We see her up close.
She’s kinda hot,
in a tough, biker-chick kind of way.
Severe black hair with bangs, ala Bettie Page.

Meet DOLL MONTANA (20’s),
former juvenile delinquent,
now on the road to career criminal.

Pale skin you get from doing LOTS of drugs.
She HONKS a line of meth off her compact.

THE FRONT DOOR
Of the bungalow opens. Out walks Kelsey.
She lights a smoke. Starts off down the sidewalk.

IN THE CAR
Doll’s eyes shoot daggers at Kelsey. Watching her.

She opens the door of the car. Climbs out.
Walks across the street.
Stiletto boots CLICK-CLICK-CLICK on the pavement.

Doll gets to the door. Opens it. Goes in.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Jackie Tempel lies on the side of the bed
in the dim light. Back turned.

Doll creeps in the room.
Softly goes to the other side of the bed.
Stares at him. Thinking.

She looks at the sword on the wall.
Reaches up and GRABS it.

DOLL
Wake up, ASSHOLE.
It’s JUDGMENT DAY.

Jackie wakes up.
BOLTS upright in the bed.
Looks at Doll.

Sees the sword.
Starts to freak.
Scared shitless.

JACKIE
D-d-doll.
What are you doing here?
Put the sword down.
You could hurt somebody.

DOLL
No SHIT, shit-head.
I’m here to FUCK YOU UP.

JACKIE
Wait, wait, wait -- what the FUCK?
Just because we BROKE UP?

DOLL
We didn’t BREAK UP,
you fucking DUMPED ME.

JACKIE
Doll, I told you.
I’m clean now.
I still care about you --
but not that way.

DOLL
(waves the sword around)
So who’s the NEW snatch?
She looks old enough to be your MOTHER.

JACKIE
Doll, please. Put the sword down.
She doesn’t mean anything to me.
(beat)
Not like you did.

DOLL
Did? Did? DID?

JACKIE
Doll, I’m sorry, but I can’t see you.
My sponsor says I have to
stay away from people that are using --
(beat)
PLEASE put the sword down.
You’re scaring me.

DOLL
SCARING you?
Well, how’s this for SCARY?

She stops waving it.
Points the sword at him --

JACKIE
Doll. No. PLEASE --

And she PLUNGES IT into his neck, THWICK.
Then KICKS IT.

The sword CRUNCHES into the headboard.
Pinning him like a doll.

Blood oozes out.
Starts staining the sheets.

DOLL
That’ll teach you to FUCK with me.

Doll goes to the closet.
Sees two big suitcases. Grabs them.

She lays them down. Opens one.
Sees it’s STUFFED WITH CASH.

DOLL
Holy fucking SHIT.

Doll SLAMS it shut.
Wild, crazed look in her eyes.

DOLL
I’m fucking RICH.

She GRABS both bags.
Starts heading out the door.

Stops. Looks at Jackie.
His face a rictus of permanent surprise.

DOLL
Who’s sorry NOW, asshole?