Jared, carrying his canvas bag, pushes through the bank door, Britney a step behind.
Jared walks up to the teller, hands her a note, on the note is written. This is a stickup. Put the money in a brown bag. Don’t make any sudden moves.
The teller looks into Jared’s eyes. Jared adjusts his black fedora. He smiles a cocky, almost evil grin.
The teller puts money in a brown bag. Britney looks nervously around the bank.
In a corner the security guard looks in their direction. He walks toward them. Britney begins to panic. She pulls out her pistol.
Jared looks in her direction. He can’t react fast enough to stop what Britney is aloud to do. “No Babe.. ,” he starts to say. But it is too late. Britney has pulled the trigger.
The beefy guard has fallen to the bank floor. Blood oozes from an open wound in his chest.
The silence is palpable.
Jared stares at his girlfriend. She stares back, dazed and confused.
“What have you done?,” Jared shakes his head in disbelief.
A simple plan, gone wrong. Stupid dame.