Daily Dialogue: A Special Kind of Heist, Part One

Twenty minutes out of my day is dedicated to writing, without any idea or goal, two women talking to each other.

Riley
So, what’s the plan?

Jamie
To not ruin this. We’ve had this place scoped out for months and I don’t wanna screw the pooch.

Riley
What am I, some fucking amateur? This isn’t my first job.

Jamie
And I don’t want it to be my last. I have three states circling the drain for me.

Riley
I know.

Jamie
If I get caught now, I can forget any sort of plea bargain. No amount of tits or head is gonna get me gone. I’m done. Done.

Riley
I understand. Just like you understand that I’m reliable, otherwise you wouldn’t have sent me the tag. Breathe deep.

Jamie
I sound like the amateur.

Riley
No, you sound like a boss with a lot on her mind. I’ve had a few of those. The others on this job might not, so it’s a good thing I’m the only one to have seen your semi-breakdown.

Jamie
Yeah, you’re right. Did those other bosses finish their heists?

Riley
Sometimes, I guess. I never stuck around for the flashing lights to catch up. So, what’s the plan?

Jamie
The five of us are gonna rob that hospital.

Riley
I love the weird ones.

Jamie
Heh, you’re in luck, then.

Riley
What’re we stealing from there?

Jamie
A patient.

Riley
Patient Zero?

Jamie
No such thing. I hope. A mob boss’ wife.

Riley
Don Gighliotti’s wife is in there? And we’re gonna steal her?

Jamie
And her baby.

Riley
I really love the weird ones.

Jamie
One of the police captains thinks–

Riley
A cop hired us?

Jamie
Yeah, they think that Gighliotti’s game has gone on long enough. We’re here to help them gain a bargaining chip.

Riley
Or two. She just had the baby last night, too.

Jamie
How do you know?

Riley
I was one of the call girls at Gighliotti’s celebration party at the Coco Samba.

Jamie
Making money on your feet and on your back, eh?

Riley
I love the rush. Stealing and sex give it to me.

Jamie
Yeah, I’m sure you’re given to a lot during sex.

Riley
Don’t be jealous. So. We’re stealing a mob boss’ wife and her baby. Won’t that cause a war until… uh… negotiations start?

Jamie
Ain’t my life, ain’t my wife. Once we pick up our money at the drop-off point and tell the captain where to find the score, I’m gone.

Riley
I should probably skip town, too. How exactly are we gonna steal them?

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