IT WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT
Cash. Lots of it. The machine counts and sorts. Feminine
hands wrap the notes into packets and scribble on the
wrappers. The packets are added to a growing stack.
INT. FIRST NATIONAL BANK BRANCH - DAY
CINDY BRODY, 24, cute, blows her auburn hair out of her
eyes and positions the last of the packets. Taps the keys
of her computer and turns to MRS. ANTONIO, 50, short,
fat, grumpy and waiting at the teller window. Cindy hands
her the receipt.
Here, you are Mrs. Antonio.
Anything else I can do for you
The woman just looks at her. Takes her receipt and empty
cash bag. Trundles to the exit.
Have a nice day!
The bank branch is empty. Cindy turns to her co-worker
JANINE EVANS a 30-something black woman with a bad case
of bank teller's butt.
Aren't you just too happy.
It's Thursday. He comes in on
Oh, we know.
She shares a look with the branch manager RICK CERVANTES,
35, chubby, trying to fight his way up the bank's
management ladder. He checks the wall clock.
He's late, isn't he?
Cindy notices the silver BMW pull up.
Nope. Right on time.
Cindy fidgets. Rearranges the pens in the cup. Blows her
hair out of her eyes. Again.
BROOKS RICHARDSON crosses the parking lot. He looks all
of his 27 years of privilege. Open collar under the
expensive sportcoat. Italian shoes. Sunglasses that cost
more than Cindy's car.
Then he's there. Right in front of her. The whitest smile
money can buy.
Eyes meet. Angels sing. Rick clears his throat.
Uhm. How can I help you today?
I seem to have forgotten a deposit
Right over there at the counter.
I have some right here!
Too excited. She slides a slip across the counter. Finger
tips touch. Were those actual sparks? Brooks pulls a Mont
Blanc and the fountain pen scrawls on the form. Slides it
and a check across.
How would you like the cash back?
Fifties and your phone number?
The smile goes to 1500 watts. Cindy glances at Rick. He's
watching like a hawk.
I'm sorry, sir. It's against bank
Rick smiles triumphantly.
...for me to tell you it's 714-555-
Brooks smiles. Winks at Rick.
Got it. How about dinner next
Yeah. I know.
INT. BANK - VALENTINES DAY
Cindy wears a pink blouse and an excited, hopeful grin.
The bank displays a half-hearted attempt at Valentine's
decorations, but Cindy's station is festooned with pink
and red hearts, bunting and balloons.
She slides the receipt and a heart shaped lollipop across
the counter to Mrs. Antonio with a smile.
Happy Valentines Day, Mrs.
The old woman looks at the sucker.
She trundles off. Leaving the candy. The door is opened
for her. It's Brooks. Again with the smile. Cindy frowns.
Checks the wall clock.
Couldn't wait to see you.
Rick walks through behind Cindy, rolling his eyes.
How can I help --
The doors explode in. TWO MEN in black ski masks. Long
dark coats come open. Shotguns. The police report will
say that both are medium build. Caucasian. One with a
slight limp. The other does all the yelling.
EVERYBODY! Get down! Now.
Hands go up instantly. The excited Robber moves to
I said DOWN! Move it pretty boy.
Brooks turns. Eyes go wide. He thinks a beat. If he could
just -- THUNK! The butt of the gun in his gut. Brooks
doubles over. Crumples to the floor. Cindy SCREAMS.
The gun barrel levels to her wide eyes. She catches her
Rick takes a baby step toward the silent alarm switch.
The BLAST of the gunshot freezes him. Everyone looks to
the Limping Robber. He's blown the security camera off
the wall. Wires dangle from the smoking hole.
The Yelling Robber points his weapon at Rick.
That's you if you aren't on the
ground right ****ING NOW!
Rick hits the floor faster than the camera.
The gun levels on Cindy. A canvas laundry bag is shoved
across to counter.
Fill that. Now.
She scrapes Mrs Antonio's stack of cash into the bag.
Hesitates a second.
Don't even think about the dye
He looks around the empty lobby. Points to the door at
the end of the teller cage.
He shadows Cindy to the door. She steps over Janine.
Opens the door. He grabs her arm.
Give me hers - Hurry.
Cindy opens the cash drawer. Fills the bag. She's shaking
like a leaf.
IN THE LOBBY the Limping Robber approaches Brooks. Nudges
him with the shotgun.
Brooks stands uneasily.
Look, there's no need for --
The shotgun argues otherwise. It moves to his midsection.
You. Are. Driving.
Cindy is marched into the lobby. Hands on her head.
Fighting tears. The other shotgun in her back.
She's coming with us.
Brooks glares at the robber.
You've got me. You don't need her.
The shotgun waves his direction. The robber admires
I like her.
Brooks' eyes are daggers.
The Limping Robber herds them to the door.
BEHIND THE COUNTER Janine and Rick are on the ground.
A shout from the lobby.
ANYBODY moves in the next five
minutes, I will blow her head
Janine looks to Rick. A wordless debate. She motions him
to the silent alarm. Rick shakes his head "NO."
She's adamant. Finally she gives up on him. Gets to her
knees. Starts for the alarm button.
I said five minutes.
He's at the end of the counter. Janine's eyes go wide.
The Robber points his finger at her as a pistol.
Janine lowers herself back to the floor. The robber is
gone. Rick's expression says he told her so.
INT. BMW - DAY
The robbers sit in the back seats, hidden from traffic by
the dark window tint. Brooks drives. Cindy is stoic but
scared in the passenger seat.
OK, you're out. Let her go. You
don't need her.
Behind him the Yelling Robber nudges the seat back with
You need to remember the only
thing between her and this 12
gauge is a little Corinthian
Brooks glares into the mirror. Cindy gives him a worried
Blindfold her. Do her hands.
Now she's really scared. She holds her hands up. The
Limping Robber wraps a ziptie around them. Then produces
a black hood.
CINDY'S POV - The hood comes down and the world goes
OVER BLACK. The brakes squeal. A turn signal clicks. The
car accelerates. Brakes squeal again. He should fix that.
Brakes. The engine is shut off.
Let her go. She is just --
Shut the hell up.
THE LIMPING ROBBER
Get out of the car.
TIGHT ON THE BLACK HOOD. The Robber leans in and
I'm putting a web cam on the dash.
It goes to my cellphone. Count
backwards from one hundred. You
move before zero and pretty boy
here won't be quite so pretty
Three doors open and close.
I can just do her here and be done
If you hurt her...
What? You'll shoot me in the foot?
Nearby, three doors open and close. Another engine starts
and the other car pulls away.
Ninety nine... Ninety eight...
INT. BMW - DAY
Cindy sits in the car. Hooded.
... four, three, two... one.
Her ziptied hands slowly move from her lap to the hood.
She lifts it. Tentatively. Peeks out.
The far edge of a supermarket parking lot. There is no
web cam on the dash.
ON THE DRIVER'S SEAT - a red envelope. She opens the
Valentine. Across the red heart, a fountain pen has
"Sorry about this. It would have been great!"