Smooth, fluid painterly 3D animated feature film, cinematic 24 fps with natural motion blur and flui

Smooth, fluid painterly 3D animated feature film, cinematic 24 fps with natural motion blur and fluid character acting, hand-painted brushstroke textures, thin inked contour lines, hand-drawn 2D effects for tire smoke, muzzle flashes, sparks and water splashes. Constantly moving camera, no static shots. Pink and turquoise neon Florida night. Characters look exactly as in the references, same faces, outfits and proportions in every shot: Jason is [image1] (stubbled man, grey tank top, tattooed arms), Lucia is [image2] (curly ponytail, gold hoops, denim jacket over white tank top), the old boss is [image3] (slicked white hair, grey mustache, turquoise palm-print shirt, gold chain, cigar). No subtitles, no on-screen text. 0-4s: Slow push-in through the windshield of a red convertible parked at a run-down neon gas station at night. Lucia counts a fan of crumpled cash, Jason at the wheel, smug. Lucia: "You said this would be easy." Jason: "It was easy." 4-7s: A blinding white helicopter spotlight slams onto the car, sirens wail, red and blue light floods in. Lucia slowly looks up, cash frozen in her hands. Lucia: "Jason... chopper." 7-13s: Jason floors it. Low tracking shot as the convertible fishtails out in thick tire smoke, police cruisers swerving in behind. A cop leans out of a cruiser window and fires; bullets spark off the rear bumper and Lucia ducks. The camera whips around and rides alongside them down a beachfront avenue of pastel art deco hotels and neon signs; Lucia rises, pulls a pistol from the glovebox and fires back twice, the lead cruiser's front tire bursts and it spins out into the others. Cash streams into the air. Jason: "Hold on!" 13-20s: Ahead, a drawbridge starts to rise. Wide shot: the car launches off the ramp in slow motion over the black canal, the helicopter spotlight above. The car slams nose-down onto the edge of the far span, rear wheels spinning over the drop, teetering. Police on the bridge open fire, bullets pinging off the metal around them. Lucia: "Tell me you have a plan." Jason: "I'm working on it." 20-25s: The car starts sliding back. At the last second they leap hand in hand and land on a white speedboat roaring under the bridge, as the empty car crashes into the canal in a giant splash. Orbiting shot as the boat races across the bay toward the glowing skyline, Lucia laughing with her head thrown back. Lucia: "Easy, huh?" Jason: "Told you." 25-30s: Hard cut. Slow push-in inside a dark 1980s mansion office overlooking the bay; an old tube TV shows the speedboat escaping. A gold-ringed hand taps ash from a cigar. The leather chair slowly turns: the old boss, half-smile through a curl of smoke. Old boss: "Nice moves, kids. But this is still my city."