Reservoir Dogs

Betrayal, violence and survival – a heist gone wrong.

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The city was quiet, save for the sound of tires screeching against the asphalt streets. Six men sat in a diner, their faces obscured by shadows cast by the dim lighting. They had gathered to plan their next score, a diamond exchange that promised a massive payout. The air was thick with tension, and they knew that any wrong move could mean the end for all of them. But they were professionals, and they believed they had what it took to pull off the perfect heist. Little did they know, their carefully laid plans were about to unravel in the aftermath of a botched robbery.

Chapter 1: The Heist

The six men sat in the getaway car, their hearts pounding with adrenaline. They had just pulled off the perfect heist, bagging a fortune in diamonds from the exchange. Mr. White, the veteran of the group, drove the car with the skill of a seasoned getaway driver, while the others counted their loot in the backseat. Mr. Pink, the bickering weasel, complained about his cut. Mr. Blonde, the psychopathic parolee, sat quietly in the corner, his eyes wandering over the diamonds. Mr. Orange, the newcomer, felt a surge of triumph. It had been his idea to hit the exchange, and he was relieved to see that it had gone off without a hitch.

Their jubilation was short-lived, however, as the police sirens began to wail in the distance. Mr. White pushed the car to the limit, weaving through the city streets as the police cars closed in on them. The sound of gunfire pierced the air, and one of the robbers fell. Mr. White swerved to dodge a patrol car, narrowly avoiding a collision. But in the chaos, they had lost one of their own. Mr. Blonde, ever the wildcard, suggested they leave him behind. Mr. White, however, refused to abandon their comrade, and they agreed to take him with them.

They finally reached the warehouse, their hideout for the time being. The adrenaline was still coursing through their veins as they counted their losses. Mr. Orange suggested they split up the diamonds for safekeeping, but the suggestion was met with suspicion from the others. Mr. Pink accused him of being a cop, but Mr. White defended him, saying they had all been thoroughly vetted.

As they settled in for the night, tensions were high. They knew that a botched robbery like this could only mean one thing: they had an informant in their midst. The question was, who was it? The suspicion lingered in the air, and the pressure mounted as they contemplated the grim possibilities. The stakes had just gotten higher, and they knew that the next move they made could either save them, or spell their doom.

Chapter 2: The Hideout

The survivors of the botched diamond exchange heist rush to the warehouse, their temporary hideout, where they can plan their next move. They are covered in blood and in disarray, both mentally and physically. Each of the six robbers had taken on false names, so as not to be identified, and the trust they had built over the months of planning the heist was rapidly eroding. Mr. Orange, one of the robbers, is shot in the gut as they make their escape, and they’re all beginning to fear that he’ll die before he can reveal whether he was the police informant that tainted their operation.

When they arrive at the warehouse, they immediately begin to search for any clues as to who could have sold them out, and their suspicions quickly shift from each other to a police sting. Mr. White, a veteran robber, suggests that they should refrain from killing Mr. Orange until they can determine if he’s the rat, who informed the police about their plans. Mr. Blonde is livid and insists on torturing him to get the truth, but Mr. White demands they wait until they have clear facts.

As time ticks away, tensions between the robbers only escalate. They find few clues, and the only telephone in the warehouse is out of order, so they are unable to call their outside contact. Mr. Pink, a bickering weasel, believes they should immediately split the loot and scatter, but the others point out that they can’t leave the warehouse until they know who the informant is. They’re trapped, and the possibility of police closing in on them fills the air with tense anticipation.

As they wait, Mr. Blonde, known for his violent tendencies, starts to become more erratic. He’s frisking one of the dead cops brought by Mr. White and finds an ear, which he then brings over to the other robbers. He proceeds to torture the police officer, slicing off his ear and dancing to Stealers Wheel’s “Stuck in the Middle with You” as the man screams in agony.

His psychopathic behavior disturbs the other robbers, and Mr. Pink begins to fear for his life, believing that Mr. Blonde could kill them all. Mr. White stands up to him, however, and demands he stop. Mr. Blonde’s behavior only further divides the robbers.

Finally, they come up with a plan to interrogate Mr. Orange, who has drifted in and out of consciousness. They tie him up, and Mr. White tries to get him to confess while Mr. Blonde watches over them with a loaded gun.

The scene is tense, and Mr. Orange’s gunshot wound is visibly causing him immense pain. Mr. White is trying to reason with him, but the pain is too much for Mr. Orange, and he begins to scream and writhe in his chair. Mr. Blonde loses his patience and threatens to kill Mr. Orange unless he confesses.

The chapter ends with a sense of dread permeating the warehouse, as tensions are high and the possibility of death looms over them all. The question remains: will they uncover the traitor before the police come knocking, and will they survive long enough to get away with the stolen diamonds?

Chapter 3: The Interrogation

Mr. Blonde brings a kidnapped police officer into the warehouse to question him about the informant. The situation spirals out of control as Blonde becomes increasingly violent.

The sound of groans and grunts filled the air as Mr. Blonde dragged the beaten and bloodied police officer into the warehouse. The others looked on in horror as they watched the psychotic criminal settle into a chair, a creepy smile twisting his lips. Mr. Orange was the only one who looked away, trying to distance himself from the brutality that was about to unfold.

“Who’s the fucking rat?” asked Mr. Blonde, his voice dripping with venom.

The officer, barely able to open his eyes, shook his head weakly. He knew the risks of his job, but he wasn’t about to betray his fellow officers.

Mr. Blonde sighed, shaking his head. “Looks like we’re going to have to do this the hard way.”

He walked over to a nearby table and grabbed a straight razor, the metallic sound of the blade clicking as he flicked it open. The officer’s eyes widened in fear as he realized what was about to happen.

“Please, no,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

But Mr. Blonde wasn’t listening. He calmly walked back over to the officer and began to slice off his ear, the man’s screams echoing off the walls of the warehouse. The others watched in horror, unable to look away but unable to stop it, either.

“That’s nice,” said Mr. Blonde, twirling the ear around on his finger before tossing it aside. “Now, who’s the fucking rat?”

Still, the officer refused to talk, even as Mr. Blonde pressed the razor to his cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. Mr. Pink looked away, unable to take it anymore.

“Stop it, man,” he pleaded. “We don’t need this kind of heat.”

But Mr. Blonde wasn’t listening. He was lost in his own twisted world, reveling in the power he held over his victim. As the officer’s screams grew louder, Mr. Orange finally snapped.

“Enough!” he shouted, standing up and pulling out his gun. “You’re going to kill him. You’re going to kill us all.”

Mr. Blonde, surprised at the outburst, turned to face Mr. Orange. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Mr. Orange, his face flushed with anger, pointed his gun at Mr. Blonde. “Put down the razor and step away from the officer, now. We need to figure out what’s going on and killing him isn’t going to solve anything.”

For a moment, it looked as though Mr. Blonde was going to resist. But then, with a shrug, he put down the razor and walked away from the officer. The room was silent as Mr. Orange lowered his gun, the tension in the air palpable.

“We need to figure out who the rat is,” said Mr. White, breaking the silence. “But we can’t keep doing this. We need to come up with a plan.”

The others nodded, their faces grim. They knew that they were in deep trouble, and that the police were likely closing in on them at that very moment.

Mr. Orange, his hands shaking with adrenaline, walked over to the officer and began to untie him. “We need to get him out of here,” he said. “We can’t leave him here to die.”

The others nodded in agreement, and they quickly formulated a plan to get the officer out of the warehouse and into a hospital. As they worked, the sound of police sirens grew louder and louder, a reminder of the deadly consequences of their actions.

As they loaded the officer into a car and prepared to leave, Mr. Orange felt a sense of unease wash over him. He knew that he was playing a dangerous game, and that his days as a rat were numbered. But for now, all he could do was hope that his cover remained intact, and that he would survive the deadly game that he had found himself in.

Chapter 4: The Reveal

The warehouse was now thick with tension, as the remaining robbers argued over who could be the informant. Mr. White was convinced that it was Mr. Pink, while Mr. Blonde believed that Mr. Orange could be the traitor. Mr. Pink protested vehemently, claiming that he was in the clear, but Mr. Orange remained quiet, seemingly absorbed in his own thoughts.

The commotion was abruptly halted when Mr. Orange spoke up, admitting that he was, in fact, the informant. The others were stunned, even Mr. Blonde, who had previously accused him. Mr. Pink, however, was not convinced, demanding that Orange prove his loyalty.

“You’re a cop!” he yelled, his voice hoarse with anger. “You’re an undercover cop!”

Orange didn’t deny it. He explained that he had been working with the police to stop the diamond heist, and that he had only become involved with the gang in order to gain their trust and gather evidence.

The other robbers were divided. Mr. White, who had been wary of Orange from the beginning, wanted to kill him. Mr. Blonde, on the other hand, saw an opportunity to use him to their advantage.

“We can still do this,” he said, addressing the group. “We just have to use Orange to get out of here with the diamonds.”

Mr. Pink was still in disbelief, but Mr. Blonde’s plan seemed to be gaining traction. They agreed to use Orange to escape the warehouse, but tensions remained high.

As they were preparing to leave, Mr. Blonde went outside to retrieve the cars. He was gone for what felt like an eternity, and the others became increasingly nervous. Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires filled the air, and Mr. Blonde stormed back into the warehouse, bloodied and holding a severed ear.

Mr. White and Mr. Pink were horrified, while Mr. Blonde seemed to find the whole situation amusing. He taunted the others, saying that he had found the informant and had taken measures to ensure that he wouldn’t betray them again.

This was the final straw for Mr. White. His trust in Blonde had been shaken, and he realized that he couldn’t continue to work with a man who reveled in violence. He pointed his gun at Blonde, ready to shoot, but was stopped by Mr. Orange.

“We need each other,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm. “We have to work together to get out of here alive.”

Mr. White hesitated, but ultimately lowered his gun. The robbers reluctantly agreed to follow Orange’s lead, and they made their way out of the warehouse, carrying the diamonds with them.

The moment they stepped outside, they were met with a barrage of police gunfire. They quickly realized that Orange had double-crossed them, leading them right into a trap.

Amidst the chaos, Mr. White was hit by a bullet. He stumbled to the ground, bleeding profusely, but managed to crawl towards Mr. Orange.

“Why did you do it?” he gasped, his eyes pleading for an answer.

Orange was silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, he spoke.

“I don’t know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought it was the right thing to do.”

It was a weak explanation, but Mr. White seemed to accept it. He extended a trembling hand towards Orange, offering forgiveness.

“I believe you,” he said, before finally succumbing to his injuries.

The remaining robbers managed to make their way to their getaway car, but the damage had already been done. The heist had been a complete disaster, and the robbers had paid a heavy price for their greed and mistrust.

As they drove away, with police sirens blaring in the background, they knew that their lives would never be the same. The events of that day would haunt them forever, a reminder of the deadly consequences of a life of crime.

Chapter 5: The Betrayal

Eddie and his father, Joe Cabot, arrive at the warehouse to retrieve the diamonds and confront the informant. The robbers are caught off guard, but quickly prepare for a showdown.

Mr. Pink, Mr. White, and Mr. Orange stand behind a barricade, guns drawn, ready for anything. Eddie and his father step forward, unarmed, but with a look of pure rage on their faces.

“What the hell is going on here?” Eddie demands.

“We have reason to believe there’s a rat in our midst,” Mr. White says, his voice cold and steady.

“A rat?” Joe scoffs. “And what makes you think that?”

“Things didn’t go according to plan,” Mr. Pink pipes up. “We got ambushed, the cops were all over us. Someone had to have tipped them off.”

Joe stares at the men for a long moment, sizing them up. “And who do you think it is?”

The robbers exchange glances, unsure of what to say. Mr. Orange knows he’s the one they suspect, but he can’t just give himself up like this. He has to play it cool, act like he’s innocent.

“I don’t know,” Mr. White finally says. “It could be any of us.”

Joe nods, apparently satisfied with the answer. “Well, we’re here for the diamonds. Where are they?”

Mr. White hesitates, unsure of what to do. He knows he can’t just hand over the diamonds to these guys, not now. But Eddie and Joe aren’t backing down, and the tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife.

“You know we can’t just give them to you,” he says finally.

Joe’s expression turns cold. “Then you leave me no choice.”

In a flash, Eddie pulls out a gun and shoots Mr. Pink in the chest. The other robbers open fire, but Eddie and Joe have already taken cover behind a pile of crates. Mr. White, Mr. Orange, and Eddie exchange bullets, their guns ringing out in the enclosed space.

Mr. White takes cover behind a stack of boxes, trying to reload his gun. He can hear Eddie’s footsteps getting closer, and he knows he’s running out of time.

Suddenly, he feels a searing pain in his side. He looks down and sees blood soaking through his shirt. He’s been shot.

He drops to the ground, his gun clattering out of reach. He hears Eddie’s footsteps getting closer, and he knows this is it. He’s not going to make it out of here alive.

“Sorry, Eddie,” he says quietly. “Looks like I won’t be able to return that favor.”

The footsteps stop, and there’s a moment of tense silence.

“You did what you had to do, Larry,” Eddie says finally. “I respect that.”

Mr. White looks up, surprised. “What are you talking about?”

Eddie steps forward, gun still in hand. “I was the rat. I turned on you guys to save my own ass.”

Mr. White feels a wave of anger wash over him. All this time, he’d been suspecting Mr. Orange, when it was Eddie all along. He tries to raise his gun, but his arm won’t cooperate.

Eddie steps closer, his face looming over Mr. White’s. “You were the best of us, Larry. The only one I truly respected.”

Mr. White feels a pang of regret. He never wanted to die like this, at the hands of his own friend. But there’s nothing he can do now.

Eddie pulls the trigger, and everything goes black.

Chapter 6: The Escape

Mr. White lay on the ground, groaning in pain as he clutched his bleeding abdomen. He had been shot by the police as the remaining robbers attempted to flee the warehouse with the stolen diamonds. Mr. Orange, who had been covering their escape, rushed over to him.

“Come on, we have to get out of here,” Mr. Orange said, helping Mr. White to his feet.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Mr. White said through gritted teeth. “Save yourself.”

“I’m not leaving you behind,” Mr. Orange replied firmly. “We’re in this together.”

The two men stumbled towards the exit, gunfire ringing out behind them. They could hear the police closing in, their footsteps echoing through the empty warehouse.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out from behind a stack of crates. It was Mr. Blonde, his face twisted in a manic grin as he aimed his gun at the two men.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled. “Look who we have here. The two heroes of the day.”

Mr. Orange stepped in front of Mr. White, shielding him from Mr. Blonde’s line of fire.

“Put the gun down, man,” he said, trying to reason with him. “It’s over. We have to get out of here.”

Mr. Blonde laughed, a cold, heartless sound.

“I don’t think so,” he said, raising his gun. “You two are the only ones left, and I’m not leaving here empty-handed.”

Mr. Orange’s mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan. He knew that Mr. Blonde was unpredictable and dangerous, and that he had already killed one of their own.

Suddenly, Mr. Orange saw his chance. Mr. Blonde had lowered his guard for just a moment, and Mr. Orange lunged at him.

The two men grappled with each other, their bodies slamming into the crates as they struggled for control of the gun. Mr. White, despite his injuries, tried to help, but he was too weak.

Finally, Mr. Orange managed to get the upper hand. He wrested the gun away from Mr. Blonde and pointed it at him.

“Drop it,” he said, his voice trembling with adrenaline. “Drop the gun.”

Mr. Blonde sneered at him.

“You don’t have the guts to do it,” he said. “You’re just a cop. You’re not like us.”

Mr. Orange hesitated, his finger hovering over the trigger. He knew that killing Mr. Blonde would be the only way to save himself and Mr. White, but he also knew that it would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Mr. Blonde saw the hesitation in his eyes and took advantage of it. He lunged at Mr. Orange, knocking the gun out of his hand and sending them both crashing to the ground.

In the chaos of the struggle, Mr. Blonde managed to grab his gun and aimed it at Mr. Orange’s head.

Mr. White, who had been watching the fight helplessly, saw what was about to happen. With his last bit of strength, he lunged at Mr. Blonde, knocking him off balance.

The gun went off, and Mr. White fell to the ground, his eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling.

Mr. Orange scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw Mr. Blonde getting up, gun in hand, and knew he had to act fast.

He tackled Mr. Blonde, knocking him to the ground once again. They struggled for a moment, but this time Mr. Orange was determined to come out on top.

He managed to grab the gun from Mr. Blonde’s hand and aimed it at him.

“Stay down,” he said, his voice trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline.

Mr. Blonde grinned up at him, blood oozing from a cut on his forehead.

“You’re a real cowboy, kid,” he said, coughing up blood. “You know that?”

Mr. Orange didn’t respond. He could hear the police getting closer, could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on him.

He stood up and looked around the warehouse. The walls were stained with blood, broken glass scattered across the floor. The bodies of his fallen comrades lay scattered around him, a testament to the violence that had taken place.

And through it all, he knew that he was marked. That he had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

He felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and he stumbled towards the exit, his mind racing with what he had just witnessed.

As he stepped out into the sunlight, he knew that his life would never be the same again. That he would carry the weight of this day with him for the rest of his life. But for better or for worse, he had made his choice.

Chapter 7: The Showdown

The warehouse was now a battleground, a place of violence and chaos. Gunfire echoed through the cavernous space, the sound deafening and disorienting. Mr. Orange and Mr. Blonde, two of the robbers, were engaged in a brutal fight, their bodies slamming against the concrete floor as they struggled for dominance.

Blonde was a psychopath, pure and simple. He enjoyed killing, reveled in the fear and pain of his victims. He had already taken out the police officer that they had captured, slitting his throat with a straight razor. Now he had turned his attention to Orange, convinced that he was the informer that had led the police to their location.

Orange, on the other hand, was a cop. He had been sent in undercover to infiltrate the gang, to gather evidence and bring them down. But he had grown attached to them, had even come to respect some of them. He hadn’t counted on things going so wrong, on the heist turning into a bloodbath.

Their fight was brutal and intense, both men using every dirty trick in the book to gain the upper hand. Blonde was bigger and stronger, but Orange was quick and agile. They traded blows, slamming each other against the walls and cabinets of the warehouse.

Eddie, the boss’s son, had arrived on the scene just as the fight was beginning. He was desperate to retrieve the diamonds that they had stolen, and to avenge his fallen comrades. He shouted at the two men, telling them to stop fighting and help him escape.

But they ignored him, lost in their own world of pain and anger. Blonde was grinning like a maniac, his eyes wild and crazed. Orange was bleeding from a dozen wounds, but he refused to give up.

Blonde went for his straight razor, wanting to finish Orange off once and for all. But Orange had anticipated his move and had a gun hidden in his pocket. He drew it out and fired, hitting Blonde in the chest.

The psychopath stumbled backwards, blood pouring from his wound. He fell to the floor, gasping for air. Orange stood over him, his gun pointed at his head.

Eddie screamed at Orange to lower his weapon, but Orange didn’t listen. He was filled with a sense of righteous anger, of justice finally being served. He pulled the trigger, and Blonde’s brains splattered against the wall.

Eddie was furious, but he didn’t have time to deal with Orange. The police were closing in, their sirens loud and urgent. He grabbed the bag of diamonds and ran for the exit, shouting at Orange to follow him.

But Orange stayed behind, his gun still in his hand. He knew that this was the end, that he was going to be caught and exposed. But he didn’t care. He had done what he had come to do, had taken down a gang of criminals who had terrorized the city for years.

He smiled wistfully, thinking of his fellow officers who would soon arrive. He wondered if they would be proud of him, if he would be remembered as a hero or a traitor. He didn’t know, and it didn’t matter.

He lowered his gun, ready to face his destiny.

Chapter 8: The Betrayal Revealed

Mr. Orange, still wounded from his fight with Mr. Blonde, is taken away by the other police officers. As he’s being carried out, he sees Mr. White lying on the ground, bleeding out from his own injuries. Mr. Orange rushes over to him, cradling him in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Mr. White,” Mr. Orange says, tears streaming down his face. “I should have told you the truth from the beginning.”

Mr. White weakly raises a hand, placing it on Mr. Orange’s cheek. “I should have believed in you,” he whispers.

As Mr. White takes his final breaths, flashbacks reveal the events leading up to the heist. Mr. Orange was originally a police officer, tasked with infiltrating the gang and gathering evidence. Despite his reservations, he became close with Mr. White, who mentored him and became a father figure.

As the day of the heist approached, Mr. Orange became increasingly conflicted about his role as an informant. He knew that he could save himself from a long prison sentence, but he had grown to care about his fellow robbers, especially Mr. White.

After the heist went wrong and the survivors had gathered at the warehouse, Mr. Orange was tortured by guilt and fear. He knew that the others suspected him of being an informant, and that he could be killed at any moment.

When Mr. Blonde brought in the kidnapped police officer for interrogation, Mr. Orange saw an opportunity to prove his loyalty. He convinced Mr. Blonde to let him talk to the officer alone, and then shot him in the head.

The other robbers were shocked by Mr. Orange’s actions, but they began to trust him again. They even considered using him as a bargaining chip to negotiate a deal with the police.

But when Nice Guy Eddie and his father arrived at the warehouse to retrieve the diamonds, everything fell apart. Mr. Orange was forced to reveal his true identity, and a shootout ensued. Mr. White was shot while trying to protect Mr. Orange, and Nice Guy Eddie was killed by Mr. White before he could kill Mr. Orange.

As Mr. Orange is taken away by the police, he still doesn’t know what his fate will be. He’s betrayed his fellow robbers and his own principles, all for the sake of his job. But as he thinks back on his time with Mr. White, he knows that he’s gained something valuable as well.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, as the police car drives away into the night.

Chapter 9: The Aftermath

The aftermath of the heist was one of chaos and confusion. The surviving robbers were arrested and taken away in handcuffs, and the warehouse was swarmed with police officers and detectives. But for Mr. Orange, the undercover cop who had infiltrated the gang, the guilt and pain were just beginning.

As he sat in a small, cramped interrogation room, Mr. Orange reflected on the choices he had made and the lives he had destroyed. He had betrayed the trust of his fellow officers and put his own life on the line to gain the robbers’ confidence. He had lied to them, stolen from them, and ultimately, helped to orchestrate their downfall.

But even as he felt the weight of his actions bearing down on him, Mr. Orange knew that he had done the right thing. The robbers had been dangerous criminals, capable of murder and mayhem, and they had needed to be brought to justice. He had put himself in harm’s way to make sure that they would never harm anyone again.

As the hours passed, Mr. Orange was interrogated by a series of detectives, each of them trying to extract as much information as possible about the heist and the robbers’ plans. They were relentless in their questioning, pushing him to the brink of exhaustion and despair.

But even as he gave them the information they wanted, Mr. Orange knew that his fate was sealed. He had betrayed the robbers, and they had died because of it. He had betrayed the trust of his fellow officers, and they would never look at him in the same way again.

As the sun began to rise over the city, Mr. Orange was led out of the interrogation room and into a waiting police car. He was escorted to a nearby station house, where he was booked, fingerprinted, and photographed, his every move watched by a team of officers.

But even as he went through the motions of the booking process, Mr. Orange felt a sense of relief. His mission had been accomplished, and the robbers had been brought to justice. He had done his duty, and he could finally rest.

As he was led away to a holding cell, Mr. Orange couldn’t help but think about the robbers he had betrayed. He knew that he had done the right thing, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had let them down. They had trusted him, and he had broken that trust in the most profound way possible.

But as he closed his eyes and tried to shut out the world around him, Mr. Orange knew that he had no choice but to accept the consequences of his actions. He had chosen his path, and now he had to walk it, no matter how difficult or painful it might be.

And as the cell door clanged shut behind him, Mr. Orange knew that he was at the beginning of a long and difficult road. But he was ready to face that road head on, knowing that he had done what was right, and that he had no regrets. For him, that was enough.

Some scenes from the movie Reservoir Dogs written by A.I.

Scene 1

Opening scene:



Six men are seated at a table in a diner. They are MR. WHITE (50s), MR. ORANGE (20s), MR. BLONDE (30s), MR. PINK (30s), NICE GUY EDDIE (30s), and JOE CABOT (60s). They are all dressed in black suits and appear nervous.


Alright, let’s get down to business. We’re all here because we’re sick and tired of working for somebody else. It’s time to take matters into our own hands.


What’s the job?


We’re hitting a diamond exchange. We need somebody who’s quick on their feet and can handle a gun.


That sounds like me.


What about the cops?


We’ve got a plan. We’ll come in through the back, take out the guards, and make our way to the vault.


And once we’re in the vault, we’re taking everything we can carry.


Sounds like a party.


Alright, let’s get to work.

The six men gather around a map of the diamond exchange and begin to plan.


Scene 2


The six criminals exit their vehicles and approach the entrance to the warehouse. Mr. White leads the way, followed by Mr. Pink, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Orange, Joe Cabot, and his son, Nice Guy Eddie.


The group enters the warehouse, which is filled with empty boxes and crates. They spread out, looking for any signs of danger.



Okay, everyone, listen up. We gotta be careful. We don’t know if we were followed.



I’m not afraid of no one following us. Bring it on!


(shushing Mr. Blonde)

Keep it down, man. We don’t need any attention.


(to Joe Cabot)

So, how much are we expecting to get out of this job?



I can’t say for sure. It all depends on how much we can sell those diamonds for.


(rolling his eyes)

Come on, Dad. You know we can get at least a million for those rocks.

Suddenly, Mr. Pink’s walkie-talkie crackles to life.



This is Officer Walker. We’ve got a report of a robbery in progress at the diamond exchange. All units respond immediately.


(whispering into walkie-talkie)

Shit. We’ve been found out.



Okay, everyone, let’s move. We gotta get out of here fast.

The group starts to make their way to the exit, but they encounter police officers entering the warehouse.


(holding up badge)

Freeze! Police!


(raising gun)

Don’t move, scumbags!

The criminals are surrounded, and Mr. White realizes that they’re trapped.



Well, shit.

To be continued…

Scene 3

Setting: Abandoned warehouse


– Mr. Blonde – a ruthless and psychopathic parolee

– Mr. Orange – a police informant

– Marvin Nash – a kidnapped police officer

– Mr. White – a veteran robber and leader of the group


Mr. Blonde enters the room dragging a beaten up Marvin Nash behind him. Mr. Orange and Mr. White are waiting for him.


(to Marvin)

Sit down!

Mr. Blonde pushes Marvin onto a chair.


Hey, what’s going on here?


(to Mr. Orange)

You shut up. You’re lucky to be alive, you little rat.

Mr. Blonde takes out a straight razor and starts to play with it.


(to Mr. Blonde)

Hey, hey, come on now. We don’t need that kind of behavior.


(to Mr. White)

You stay out of it, Mr. White. This rat might have ratted us out to the cops.


(to Mr. Blonde)

I didn’t rat you out. I swear.

Mr. Blonde ignores Mr. Orange and turns to Marvin.


(to Marvin)

You know what I am? I’m a professional. I’m a professional robber. And you know why? Because I’m good at it. I’m good at taking what I want. And you know what else? I like to have a little fun while I’m doing it.

Mr. Blonde starts to dance to the music playing on the radio.


(to Marvin)

You like this song? It’s a good one.

Marvin is visibly terrified.


(to Marvin)

You don’t like this song? Okay, we’ll change it.

Mr. Blonde turns off the radio.


(to Marvin)

Now, let’s get down to business. Who squealed, Marvin?


I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Mr. Blonde slashes Marvin’s face with the razor.


(to Marvin)

Don’t lie to me. I know you’re a cop. And I know you’re the one who ratted us out.

Marvin spits out a mouthful of blood.


(to Mr. Blonde)

Come on, man. We don’t need to be doing this.


(to Mr. White)

You shut up, Mr. White.

Mr. Blonde cuts off Marvin’s ear, making him scream in pain.


(to Mr. Blonde)

Stop it, man! We need him alive!

Mr. Blonde turns to Mr. Orange.


(to Mr. Orange)

What do you care? You’re a cop!

Mr. Blonde points the razor at Mr. Orange, but Mr. White steps in between them.


(to Mr. Blonde)

That’s it, man. You’re out of control. We’re not doing this anymore.


(to Mr. White)

Fine. You can have him.

Mr. Blonde throws Marvin onto the floor and walks out of the room.

Mr. White and Mr. Orange help Marvin to his feet.


(to Marvin)

We’re getting you out of here.

The three of them run out of the warehouse, leaving behind a trail of blood and chaos.


Scene 4

Scene 4: The Reveal



The group is huddled together in a tense circle, Mr. White, Mr. Pink, Mr. Blonde, and Mr. Orange. Mr. Blonde’s radio crackles in the background.


We gotta get the hell out of here.


We can’t leave until we find out who the rat is.


(Steps forward)

I’m the rat.





I’m a cop. I’m sorry I lied. They promised to keep me out of jail if I helped them bust this crew.



Why the hell didn’t you tell us earlier?



I was afraid you would kill me. I didn’t want to die.


(Teeth bared)

You sick motherfucker.

Mr. Blonde takes a step forward, pulling out his gun.


(Stepping in front of Mr. Orange)

Hold on. Let’s talk about this.



Talk? You wanna talk?

Mr. Blonde cocks his gun.


(Holding up his hands)

Easy, man. We don’t have to do this.



The hell we don’t. He’s a goddamn cop. He deserves to die.



I know. But killing him won’t bring back what we lost.

Mr. Blonde hesitates, then lowers his gun.



What do we do with him, then?



We use him. He can help us get out of here with the diamonds.



Please, I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t kill me.

The group exchanges looks, weighing their options.



Scene 5


The sound of a helicopter rotor can be heard in the distance. The remaining robbers, Mr. Pink, Mr. White, and Mr. Orange, are gathered around the table in the middle of the warehouse, staring at the diamonds in the center.



I think we should split up and get out of here. I’ll take the bag with the diamonds and run.


No way. We stick together. Eddie’s coming, we’ll deal with him.


(to Mr. Pink)

If you run, they’ll find you. You won’t get out of the city alive.

Just then, Nice Guy Eddie bursts into the warehouse, flanked by his father, Joe Cabot, and several armed men.


Where’s my father? Where are the diamonds?

The three robbers rise from their seats, tense and ready for a fight.


We don’t have them, man.



Then who the hell does?

The scene cuts to Mr. Blonde’s car, where we see him tossing the diamonds in his hand, a sinister smile on his face.

Back in the warehouse, Joe Cabot is looking around, suspicious.


(whispering to Eddie)

Something ain’t right.

Suddenly, a gunshot is heard. Joe falls to the floor, dead.


(firing his gun)

Sorry Joe. Business is business.

The robbers and Eddie’s men engage in a fierce gun battle. Bullets fly, ricocheting off walls, and furniture is destroyed.

In the confusion, Mr. Orange sees his chance and grabs the diamonds, making a run for the exit.


(aiming his gun at Mr. Orange)

Stop, you son of a bitch!

Mr. White, wounded and out of bullets, tackles Eddie, knocking him down. Mr. Orange escapes, followed by Mr. Pink.

As they run out of the warehouse, they’re met with a hail of bullets from the police, who have arrived at the scene. In the end, Mr. Pink is apprehended, Mr. Orange’s fate is left ambiguous, and Mr. White dies in Mr. Orange’s arms.

The scene ends with the sound of the helicopter rotor, still in the distance. The remaining survivors are left to face the aftermath of their actions.

Scene 6


MR. WHITE and MR. ORANGE are barely conscious, propped up against a stack of crates. Blood pools beneath them.



I’m done for, kid. I’m fuckin’ dyin’ over here.


(sad, defeated)

I’m sorry, Larry. I’m sorry I lied to you.


(shaking his head)

You gotta stop apologizin’, kid. It ain’t your fault.

They sit in silence, breathing raggedly. Footsteps approach. Mr. Pink appears, clutching a duffle bag.


(excited, desperate)

Come on, we gotta get the fuck outta here!



Go ahead. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.



What are you talkin’ about? We gotta get you to a hospital!



It’s too late for that, Pink. Just take the diamonds and go.



Fine. But you’re gonna be alright, Larry. You’re a fuckin’ survivor.

Mr. Pink grabs the duffle bag and hurries away. Mr. White and Mr. Orange are left alone once more.


(struggling to speak)

Listen to me, kid. You gotta get outta here. You gotta tell ’em everything.



I will. I promise.


(smiling weakly)

You’re a good kid. You’re gonna make it.

Suddenly, gunshots ring out. Mr. White grunts in pain.



Larry! Oh god, Larry!



Take it easy, kid. It’s just a flesh wound.



I’ll get you help!



Don’t bother. I gotta go. It’s been nice workin’ with ya.



No, Larry! You can’t die! Not now!



Take care of yourself, kid.

He goes limp. Mr. Orange sobs over his body, holding his hand.



I will, Larry. I’ll try my best.

The sound of approaching sirens grows louder. Mr. Orange kisses Mr. White’s forehead and stands, ready to face the consequences of his actions.

Scene 7


Mr. Orange and Mr. Blonde circle each other in the empty warehouse. Mr. Blonde is covered in blood, and his eyes are wild.

Mr. Blonde: You were always a rat, weren’t you?

Mr. Orange: (defensive) I had to do what I had to do.

Mr. Blonde lunges forward with a knife, but Mr. Orange sidesteps and grabs a steel pole. The two begin to brawl, swinging the pole and the knife back and forth.

Meanwhile, outside the warehouse, a police car screeches to a halt in front of the building.

COP: (into radio) We have a confirmed location on the suspects. Requesting backup.

Back inside, Mr. Orange gains the upper hand and disarms Mr. Blonde. He points the knife at Mr. Blonde’s throat.

Mr. Orange: (panting) It’s over, man. Give it up.

Mr. Blonde: (smirking) You think you’re gonna take me in alive? You’re no better than me.

Mr. Orange hesitates, but before he can make a move, the door bursts open and Nice Guy Eddie enters, gun in hand.

NICE GUY EDDIE: What the fuck is going on here?!

Mr. Blonde sees his chance and lunges at Mr. Orange. The knife slices through the air and lands in Mr. Orange’s shoulder. Nice Guy Eddie fires his gun, hitting Mr. Blonde in the chest.

Mr. Blonde falls to the ground, dead. Mr. Orange collapses as well, bleeding heavily.

NICE GUY EDDIE: (frantic) What the fuck, man?! You’re a goddamn cop?!

Mr. Orange: (weakly) I had to do it. He had my family.

Nice Guy Eddie stares down at Mr. Orange, his gun still raised.

NICE GUY EDDIE: You son of a bitch.

The sound of police sirens grows louder. The camera pans out as Nice Guy Eddie and Mr. Orange are surrounded by police, their fate left unknown.

Scene 8



Mr. Orange sits on the ground, his back against the wall. He looks up to see Mr. White staggering towards him, holding his wound.



I’m sorry, kid. I should’ve believed you.

Mr. Orange looks down at his own wound, then back up to Mr. White.



It’s not your fault. You did what you had to do.

Mr. White slumps down next to him.



You’re a good kid. I’m sorry it had to end like this.



Yeah. Me too.

Suddenly, they hear footsteps approaching. Mr. Orange looks up to see police officers entering the warehouse.


(taking out handcuffs)

You’re under arrest.

Mr. Orange looks at Mr. White, who nods at him reassuringly.



I’m sorry.

Mr. White smiles weakly.



It’s okay. You did good.

The police officer handcuffs Mr. Orange and leads him away. Mr. White watches him go, then closes his eyes and takes his last breath.


Author: AI