Heather's Fury (9) Plea Deal For The Brats

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015

HEATHER'S FURY (9)

Plea Deal For The Brats

2 Weeks Later

After the plea deals had been approved and settled, things were slowly starting to get back to normal. Heather is still assigned in custody to her Aunt Kate. She's in the living room going over Craig's list on her computer.

Heather

"Well, this is where I left off when Mom was alive...this is too surreal...like this was all a bad dream?"

Aunt Kate

"Well, you did miss almost a whole year of school, didn't make your prom, but considering the trouble you were in, I think everything worked out about as well as expected."

Heather

"I'm feeling pretty positive anyway, so I'm just going to start over where I left off."

Kate

"And where was that?"

Heather

"Looking for work to have money for a prom dress...they only placed us back a year...just look for a job and take it from there...right?"

Kate

"And a felony plea, looking for work might be a little different now!"

Heather

"They don't have to know that do they?

Kate

"Anything that carries a surety bond, like a cashier or having to do with commerce...yea, I would think you should let them know what's going on!"

Heather

"Well, the places I was looking at are all looking for people with experience anyway..."

Kate

"What type of work are you looking for?"

Heather

"Something rewarding...like putting my feet up, ordering people around...I think I could be a great manager!

Kate laughing

"Manager, hell girl...you can barely mange yourself...you like to party...you sort of have that party mentality that looks at life like a daily free for all...may have to rethink your skills there!"

Heather seeing ad

"I'm responsible, wait here's one here...something about being a house manager...watch the house, manage the affairs of the estate...my cup of tea!"

Kate

"Well, who am I to say, if your feeling that confidant, give 'em a call and see what's up!"

Heather typing in e-mail

"Well, we'll see how they like me...I tend to make good first impressions!"

Kate

"Was that a set-up line...your first impressions are based on how quickly you can get people to kiss your butt...not quite the same thing..."

Heather

"Your being mean...why do you do that?"

Kate

"Because I'm trying to get you to see the real you...you know, the world doesn't spin around your finger just because you want it to, not everybody is at your feet?"

Heather

"Not yet anyway, but I'm working on it, all I require is respect, car keys, and a good starting salary..."

Kate

"Don't forget unlimited pizza and a car for your keys to go in?"

Heather

"Still can't believe I'm on all these driving restrictions."

Kate

"Part of the deal with the courts, limited driving for one year without parental approval, or in this case...Guardian approval!"

Heather

"I can be constructive..."

Kate

"And destructive too, look...I'm not trying to be down on you, just be realistic with what your doing here okay?"

Heather

"Okay...Mom...Mama Kate, I still think your being mean."

Kate

"Well, I know, but like most things in life, you must heal...allow yourself to get over things...I know you'll get over this...like the first tome I started carrying a gun around, I was a nervous wreck!"

Heather

"Didn't notice anything, you always seem so calm..."

Kate

"Yea, now...I mean I have a carry and conceal...like a hiding permit, lot of responsibility there!"


Heather

"Well, I have a felony now, so I won't have to be forced to be playing with any guns..."


Kate

"You have the weirdest way of justifying things, you know that...just keep yourself focused on what you need to be doing, not what you'd rather be doing, you get me?"


(Scene Switch)


Int: Marcia's House (Heather's Friend)-5 p.m.

Marcia at her house talking with her Mom.

Marcia

"Mom, how come I'm such a failure...look how I've screwed everything up?"


Marcia's Mom (Penny)

"Well dear, it has a lot to do with the friends you hang around with, give yourself a goal for you to work with, find some new buddies...like starting over with yourself!"


Marcia

"So, just like that...make up some new friends, go hang out on the street corner and stick my head into stranger's cars..."Hey, I'm Marcia...won't you be my neighbor...I have a felony, but if you'll be my buddy...I promise not top harm you...no really...and even if I do...it will look like an accident", it just seems like such a pain in the butt..."


Mom

"What are you harping on...look, it's going to take you a little while to build up your confidence...so just hold your head up and move forward honey, that's really all there is to it!"


Marcia

"Mom...I'm really glad your here, I mean here for me...just wanted you to know how thankful I am!"


Mom

"Well, that's good to know...glad I'm being appreciated here!


Marcia

"You know...I hope Heather does okay...I mean she doesn't have anyone to help her out..."


Mom

"Well, her Aunt can help, but yes...it's going to be a tough road for her either way...you girls just dug some deep holes for yourselves and it's going to take a while to climb your way out!"


Marcia

"Holes suck!"


Mom

"I know dear, girls with shovels...never a good thing..."


(Scene Switch)

(2 weeks later)


After sending in a request for an interview to Ms. Deitz estate up in North Lakeland, for the position of house manager, sending in a rather padded resume listing houses and services she supposedly provided, Ms. Deitz agreed to see her.

Int: Ms. Deitz's Rosewood House-Entrance Parlor- 9 am

Ms. Deitz (continuing)

"So Heather, how much experience do you think you have managing houses all together?"


Heather flipping legs over chair arm.

"Well, 'bout 4, if you consider all my babysitting, walking dogs, feeding the fish, and I also was in charge of the lawn boy...he did the gardens...and just about anything else I wanted him to do..."


Ms. Deitz laughing

"Sounds like he did too, I mean...I'm glad you have the ability to supervise others...you have a lot of that here."


Heather

"Oh, and if he didn't...he wasn't gettin none...know what I mean?"


Ms. Deitz

"Well Heather, I sure appreciate your honesty...I'll tell you what...let me interview this other girl and let me make a decision...I'll contact you by Wednesday, fair enough?"


Heather

"Thank you Ms, Deitz...you sure have a cool house, it's the bomb!"


Ms. Dietz

"The bomb...right my dear...never heard the Rosewood House called the bomb before, but thank you for the wonderful observation...the bomb, oh my dear!"



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Heather's Fury (8) Heather's Jury

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015

HEATHER'S FURY (8)

Heather's Jury

Int: Lakeland Police Department-Juvenile Holding-9 P.M.

After spending the night in holding, Heather and Marcia were ushered to the Interrogation room in chains and handcuffs. Pam Martin decided to start the deposition with Marcia first and save the more difficult Heather for last.

Pam Martin

"Good morning Marcia, did you sleep well?"

Marcia

"No, and could you work on that breakfast...I wouldn't feed that crap to my dog?"

Martin

"I understand, well as you probably know, this deposition is centered on the murder case of Bob Patricks...now we're trying to place the timeline and the particulars of what exactly happened on March 14th...now it's very important for you to know that Mister Abrams...Troy that is, has already submitted his testimony, so any deviation would show false admission on one party or the other, understand?"

Marcia

"Yea, I understand...I've already been raped once...what's another round?"

Martin

"I know this must be trying, but try to go through the details of that day...would you?"

Marcia

"Well, we went over to Heather's house to get some clothes, her old man surprised us...he was drunk, we got into a fight, and I guess he lost...it was purely self-defense...the guy was like all over us!"

Martin

"So, it was just like that, did anything else happen?"

Marcia

"Heather was worried about the property value...I mean you leave a body laying in your house, really sinks the place up, so we couldn't just leave him there to rot, and we couldn't just call up the police...I mean for what, breaking and entering a taped up building, maybe trespassing?"

Martin

"So, you decided to load the body in his car and leave him at the office?"

Marcia

"Yea, I guess you already know all about that, it was pretty much Heather's idea!"

Martin

"So, that's it?"

Marcia

"Pretty much...now what are you going to do to me next, have your boys come in and molest me?"

Martin

"Marcia, we're trying to establish the facts of the case...nobody is going to hurt you...so if you wish to add something else, I highly suggest you do so now!"

Marcia

"That's all I have to say, so please stop pushing me, I'm done talking to you..."

Martin

"Fine young lady...thank you very much...Guard, please come remove the prisoner!"

(1 Hour Later)

Bringing Heather into the interrogation room

She plops down onto the chair, propping her feet upon the table, chains scratching the top.

Heather

""Well, now that you've grilled and sodomized all my friends, what have you got in store for me...burn my tits...what?"

Martin

"Miss Patricks, you can take your feet off the table for one, and the testimony your about to entertain us with will determine where we go from here...so try to be as concise as you can, and we will determine how much doo doo you managed to get yourself into!"


Heather

"Okay, I ready...you can start grilling me anytime you feel the urge..."


Martin

"Alright, could you recount the events that occurred on March 14th regarding the death of your father?"


Heather

"Do we have to talk about him, that's so old school?"


Martin

"Yes, yes you do, tell me what was going on at your house on March 14th please?"


Heather

"Went to get some clothes, house was all taped up with that crappy police tape...I swear, that stuff is so ugly...can't you guys find some different colors?"


Martin

"So, you went to get some clothes, then what happened Miss Patricks?"


Heather

"Well, the only way I could get in was through my bedroom window, got my clothes, and there was Bob...dear old Dad, all drunk...trying to attack my ass, tried fighting him off, and we ended up hitting him in the head with a floor lamp, and he fell down..."


Martin

"So, at this point, what did you do?"


Heather

"Thought about just leaving him there, but I thought maybe we should at least get him some medical assistance, but then...nobody, I mean nobody was supposed to be there, including him...so we helped him to his car, and I guess he crashed into his office?"


Martin

"So, your saying he drove himself?"


Heather

"Sure, why not...just a little head gash..."


Martin

"How did you know where he drove to, the particulars of the crash to his office were never disclosed...I'm asking you Miss Patricks, would you care to omit that and perhaps...I know this is a stretch for you...but restate the truth?"


Heather

"Okay, okay maybe we helped him over there, is that better?"


Martin

"Well, actually you drove him over there and moved the body to the driver's side, and just left him there, isn't that correct Miss Patricks?"


Heather

"Hey, you ought to be asking yourself these questions, you know more about this than I do...that's amazing!"


Martin

"Well, did you have anything else, any other statements that you would like to add?"


Heather

"Not really, I think all this is just about you and your blow buddies trying to find someone to tag this on on...and as far as the old man goes...he had it coming, plain and simple, the man was a complete lunatic that loved his booze...glad he's dead!"


Martin

"Thank you Miss Patricks, oh guard...guard, would you kindly remove this prisoner?"


Heather laughing hysterically

"Prisoner...you already have me sentenced...huh?"


Martin

"We'll see what the District Attorney has to say...in the mean time I suggest you make yourself comfortable at our little retreat here...good day Miss Patricks!"


Heather being lead out

"Hey, your not one of those Lesbian chicks...you know the ones with the strap-on's huh, you gonna come visit me after they chain me back up in my cell...well I ain't doin no old ladies you crazy dyke?"


Martin

"Get her out...get her out of here now!"


(Scene Switch)

Returning Heather to the holding facility, she quickly see's Marcia


Marcia

"There you are girl...how did it all pan out?"


Heather


"Kind of surprised, they already seemed to know everything?"


Marcia

"Yea, I'm thinking they tortured Troy, spanked his you know what's, and he broke down and squealed...they kept wanting me to rethink my answers and stuff...I knew they had the story already!"


Heather

"This is what happens when you drag boys into the picture...nothing but trouble!"


Marcia

"Well, when are they going to start offering us the plea deals?


Heather

"I guess when we're officially charged, convicted...not sure how that works?"


Marcia

"And all this because of an accident...I mean it's not like we went there to hunt him down!"


Heather

"I'm sorry, I don't miss the bastard at all, they're not taking us down if I have anything to do with it!"


(Scene Switch)


Int: District Attorney's Office-1 P.M.

Pam Martin and Hodges meet with Jane Hodges, the assistant D.A..


Jane Hodges

"Afternoon, how have you two been getting along...figured you just came from questioning the kids about the Patricks case...what you got for me?"


Barns

"Well, it's stacked 2 to 1, looks like the 1 didn't actually see the crime, that being the boy, and the other two...they're all stating self-defense...it's a blind conclusion cause we've got juvenile kids and a belligerent drunk father bent on causing problems, and is also our number one suspect in the murder of his wife...what do you want here?"


Hodges

"That's it...cause this would never hold up...I mean from what I've been looking at, I couldn't recommend anything more than a one year suspended...and I'm damn series, too!"


Barns

"Look, I know your backed up here, but we do have a man who killed his wife and was threatning the juveniles, no priors on them, he goes after them, they fight back, he croaks, what?"


Hodges

"It doesn't matter because the jury would give little more than the sympathy vote."


Barns

"What do mean by sympathy vote?"


Hodges

"Well, you've got a split jury, a hung jury, and ta-dah...there's your sympathy vote!"


Martin slamming files on the table

"That's it...nothing more?"


Hodges

"Sorry, that's it...I'm not dropping a quarter mill of taxpayer's money just watch it bleed down the wasted hall of justice!"


Martin

"I think I'm going to need a drink..."


Hodges

"I totally understand, there's a bar right around the corner."


Barns

"Thanks Miss Hodges!"


Hodges

"Your welcome, I'll have my opinion posted this afternoon...in the mean time, why don't the two of you take the rest of the day off, you both look like crap!"


Martin

"Right around the corner huh?"


Hodges

"Can't miss it!





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Heather's Fury (7) Leather Heather

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions

HEATHER'S FURY (7)

Leather Heather

Katy's Apartment-9 a.m. next day

Two police officers show up to Katy's apartment to hopefully take in Heather without too much incident.

Officer #1

"Heard this girl was a real piece of work?"

Officer #2

For something like this, I'm willing to hogtie her to the roof...one way or another, this girl is coming in!"

Walking up, they ring doorbell to Katy's apartment

(scene switch)

Int. Katy's apartment

Katy and Heather watching Jerry Springer

Katy

"I can't believe where they find these Bimbo's

TV Blaring with Jerry Springer introducing show

"And today ladies and gentlemen, bi-polar asexuals who date themselves...they're coming on the show today to announce they want to break-up!"

Door Bell Rings

Katy

"Are you expecting anyone?"

Heather

"Not here, nobody knows I'm even here except Marcia and...oh no, the cops?"

Katy and Heather both looking out window seeing police cruiser.

Heather

"Wonder what in the hell they want?"

Katy pushes intercom

"Yes, can I help you?"

Officer #1

"Yes, this is Officer Davis, Lakeland Police, we would like to speak to Heather Patricks please...is she there?"

Heather shaking head mouthing "no".

Katy pushes the intercom button

"Yes, I think she's in the shower, hold on one second!"

Heather

Why'd you tell them that...are you crazy?"

Katy

"What are you worried about, look girl...they'll find you eventually no matter what it's about, and I'm, as in me...am not getting charged for harboring a fugitive, understand?"

Heather

"Fugitive...from what?"

Katy

They've either got something to tell you or something they want from you!"

Katy pushes door open solenoid.

Officer's come up stairs with guns drawn, knock on door.

Katy opens door, Officer's peer in.

Officer #1

"Good morning Heather, how are we doing today?"

Heather

"About as well as I can...hey, did you guys ever find the football rapists?"

Officer #2

"Well Mam, unfortunately, that's not what we're here for...ah we have an arrest warrant concerning the murder of your father, would you please come along with us please?"

Heather

"What makes you think I did anything?"

Officer #1

"Without going into too much detail, we found quite a bit of evidence linking you to the crime, and frankly we can't discuss much else...you need to talk to the judge for any particulars, and whatever bonding he might approve..."

Heather looking frustrated

"Well, I don't know what your talking about...like fingerprints and stuff, I mean...I did live there, my fingerprints are all over the place, they're everywhere!"

Officer #2

"No Mam, these were fresh fingerprints which fit the timeline for when this crime was committed...now please, come with us!"

Heather

"Yea, yea...just pick on Heather...never knew they're was a due date on fingerprints...I think all you guys are crazy!"


Officer #1

"Well Miss Patricks, I'm sorry you feel this way, but I'm going to read you your rights, and then we're going to handcuff you, and take you downtown, do you understand?"


Heather

"Hand cuff me, screw that...I know what you guys do to your prisoners...yea, let's have our way with Heather...let's do her, huh...look...screw all that!"

With that Heather jumps up and runs out barefooted out front door in shorts and a t-shirt.

Both officer's just staring at each other.

Officer #1

"Frisky little thing..."

Officer #2

"Come on, let's bring her in!"


As they start chasing her, Officer #1 says

"I knew this wasn't gonna be a cakewalk..."


Heather now at a full sprint, decides to cut through neighbors yard, slips on some dog poo, she rolls over into bushes. The cops quickly pick her up, hand cuff her, and take her to the station.


(Scene Switch)


Lakeland Police Department-Prisoner Intake

As they are just finishing booking Heather in, they place her in a holding room with several other girls, and oddly enough Marcia, who was picked up earlier that morning.


Heather and Marcia spot each other, run over and embrace.


Heather

"Wow, like the party's over huh?"


Marcia

"I didn't even know there was a party..."


Heather looking down

"Gee's what happened to your toes?"


Marcia

"Was painting my toenails, when Mom got all pissed off and let the vultures in, chaining me up like some animal, spilled paint all over...kinda looks like foot rot huh?"


Heather

Might start a trend, just paint the whole toe...hey, why not the whole foot?"


Marcia crying

"Man, I don't want to go to prison, use'd as a sex slave, sticking brooms and crap up my holes, having to miss America's Got Talent!"


Heather

"I'm sure they'll let you watch TV in prison...but probably for favors...but this is all a sham...they just got bored and wanted to pin this on someone, hey...we were easy, let's pick on the children...adults are such sicko's!"


Marcia

"I heard that they even picked up Troy this morning, supposedly interrogating him right now!"


Heather

"Hope they're not water boarding him or spanking his balls with a belt, he won't survive cruel treatment...he'll fold, he'll squeal like a pig, he'll tell them any freaking thing they want to hear!"


Marcia

"Your really sick Heather, they don't really do that do they?"


Heather

"Yea, why don't you go and ask Dick Cheney how he feels about it...he just Loves shooting people up with LSD and then he threatens to set your dog on fire if you don't talk...remember Amy from down the street...when she wouldn't admit to shoplifting someone told me they made a coat out of her Poodle "Max"...she ended up moving to Detroit."


Marcia

"Why Detroit?"


Heather

"Nobody will find you there, it's so desolate and lonely, it's the last place the cops look for anyone anymore...but you know...when they torture you like that, you'll admit to anything!"


Marcia

"Yea, I heard houses are like $20 and you can buy whole streets for like a c-note...simply pitiful!"


(Scene Switch)


Lakeland Police Department-Interrogation Room

Detective Martin and Detective Barns going over particulars with Troy.


Detective Martin

"Okay Troy, let's try going over this one more time...you had just come over there to mow the yard for the Patrick's is that right?"


Troy

"Yes Mam, once a week for $30...trim, sweep, whatever had to be done."


Martin

"And you had no clue the girls were in the house?"


Troy

"How could I, the house was all plastered up with Police tape...looked so abandoned, the last thing going through my mind, other than kinda wondering who was going to pay me!"


Martin

"So, you were cutting the grass...then what happened?"


Troy

Mister Patricks shows up in the back yard, like to scared the crap out of me, we talked for a second, handed me a twenty and said he'd be back...walked over to the side of the house...didn't think much of it...just went back to cutting the yard...then the next thing I know, heard a bunch of yelling, turned off the mower...tried looking in, and Heather was looking out, we jumped back, she slid the back door open, and pulled me in saying that she had a problem."


Martin

"So, at this point did you ever see Mister Patricks again, did he come out or anything?"


Troy

"No, the next time I saw Mister Patricks, he was laying in the hallway, all beat up, floor lamp gashed into his head, still plugged into the firewall!"


Martin

"What could you tell had happened, what was going through your mind?"


Troy

"Was wondering why the circuit breaker hadn't tripped...I mean, the guy was smoldering good, really sucking up the juice!"


Martin

"So after that?"


Troy

"Oh, I don't know...the girls were drunk, Heather went down the street and found her Dad's car, and I was the only one who drove stick, so we loaded him in the car, drove over to his office I guess, and Heather wanted me to sort of crunch it into the building setting off the air bags...then we just left the in Heather's car..."


Martin

"Anything else you can remember?"


Troy

"Yeh, went over to the Pizzeria after that, man...those girls can eat like pigs...they ate a whole jumbo supreme in about 10 minutes!"


Martin

"And you?"


Troy

"I just had a milk shake, my stomach was all tied up in knots!"


Martin

"Thank you Troy, I think that will be all..."


Troy getting up chained and handcuffed

"Look...I don't want to turn gay, please don't let them rape me?"


Martin

"I understand, we'll make note of that...



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