The post-loot

 After months of planning, you and two of your friends pull off a major scam and steal $10 million dollars from a Vegas Casino. Your tracks are completely covered, there's no way they can track it to you guys and you've escaped to a far away country. While you lay in your bed, dreaming of spending your share, you overhear your friends in the next room—plotting to kill you! Write this scene and what happens next.
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Quiet! Comes in the loud whisper, the loudest of whispers I've heard, he might here you. My interest is piqued. I hold my breath close my eyes shut and cover my face with the blanket so they don't suspect I'm up.

Nothing to worry about, he sleeps like Kumbhakarna, probably won't be up until tomorrow morning. And that too we'd have to wake him up, says the fat idiot. There's two of them, the fat one and the short one. The fat one is smarter but nobody takes him seriously. The short one looks like he's smart and he dresses quite well but he doesn't understand complicated things. During the entire project he had no idea what was happening half the time. We had to explain to him explicitly what he had to do next and why and he'd execute it right away but the poor sod didn't know the big picture. Which was all good for us because if he got caught, which was not unlikely since he didn't know exactly what to lie about and what to, he wouldn't have much to tell anyone. Instead they might just let him go on account of idiocy, no one so stupid could be a part of that complex of a plan, they'd think.

I'm...I'm the lazy one, so to speak. It was my idea, I got those bozos to buy into it planned it all out worked the details and set things in motion. Yeah activity wise I wasn't too involved but that's because I'm not a nimble man and I don't like meeting new people. I don't trust anybody. For a good reason to as it happens, these fools were supposed to be my friends I've known them for a decade and now they're making fun of me. Something they don't want me to hear. My breathe quickens, I need to control it don't want to tip them off. I focus on my breath.

Eats like Kumbhakarna too. And he calls me the fat one, that lazy bum.

So explain to me again, how can we get more money out of this again, the idiot asks. Here's the idea, if there's three of us, it's 3.33 each right, so that's a lot of money but not too much. If he disappears, you know car accident, hiking accident suicide whatever, that means there's only two of us to share the loot, that's at about 5million for each of us. It's fifty percent more than we would have if he is in it. Think about all the holidays, you could take one every six months instead of every year! You could fly more, visit more countries, buy more goats. And we don't have to do much either!

Okay, so I understand if he gets in an accident it will be beneficial for us. But we can't ask him to get in an accident because he will die! Or get very ill. So we can't get that money, unless you can talk to him about that. It doesn't make any sense, this plan.

Idiot, listen to me okay, so I'm not saying we wait for an accident to happen. Life is long, accidents happen all the time it's inevitable all of us will encounter an accident sooner or later. All I'm saying is, it wouldn't be too much effort to hasten an accident and put him and the wrong place and the wrong time so he can enjoy the benefits but no gains, no lifeline back to safety! That fool will be gone, and the only other person who understands this fully and could rat us out will be out of way. It will be only you and me brother with our fifty-percent more money.

So you are saying we can kill him?!? How can you say that, he's our friend! And we don't have a gun or anything like that. The police were catch us so fast we won't even have time to get to the next town, because we are inexperienced enough to tell them apart!

Yeah eyah I know all of that okay, but I'm not proposing a murder, an obvious one. What I'm saying is accidents happen all the time to people what if he were to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and be a victim to other people's carelessness, people who would have no obvious reasons to be alive, unless they were intending on running a massive insurance scam in which case he'd win. Which was not the case because everybody in the town knew he was after all for the body. It's not a murder okay, only criminals do that and remember we are not criminals we are computer nerds who got lucky. And soon we'll be getting verrry lucky looking at the potsize it's a gamble worth making dude. He'll have played a game he's very unlucky in playing, that's all. There won't be any murders or nothin' like that...

Well, the woman for this our to consider as long as we can pay the money for the camera crew and her charges. She says she's worked with other directors before, but you can never be sure in this town.

Okay so what do we do with her, how can we use her in our plan?

That's the entire plan okay, get him involved with this girl who will then start defaulting autom's posts,