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So let's down with it. No film review today. You've all seen THE FUGITIVE, and do you really wanna hear me slinging nothing but raves? Hell no. So ...
In todays' rip-roaring installment of NOWHERE GIRL ...
Stripper on the run Cherry Nation jacks a new set of wheels ...
And then Homeland Security agent April Street has a rendevous with a certain Palestinian arm dealer ...
EXT. SUNSET BLVD - ARCLIGHT THEATER - NIGHT
Cherry and Peeler watch a crowd of people filing out of the theater.
Chatting about the movie they just saw.
Let’s find a film nerd.
And follow him.
As if on cue, a fuzzy-faced FILM GEEK (20)
walks away from the crowd.
Talking on his cell phone.
It was INCREDIBLE.
Charlie Kaufman is a GENIUS.
I have to see it again, there are so many layers --
They fall into step behind him.
He walks down the sidewalk,
turns onto a cross street.
Cherry and Peeler follow.
DOWN THE SIDE STREET
Film Geek reaches his car.
A piece of shit ‘79 Toyota Celica.
Covered with bumper stickers.
PETA. PHISH. PANAVISION.
He puts his key in the door.
Cherry walks over.
C-can I help you?
Give me the keys to your car.
I -- d-don’t understand.
Cherry pulls out her GUN.
Aims it at him.
I said GIVE ME THE KEYS.
Give her the keys, dude.
Chick is DANGEROUS.
(whispers to Cherry)
Where’d you get the gat?
That agent chick dropped it back at Jumbo’s.
Geek hands her the keys.
Looks like he’s gonna cry.
Hey, lighten up.
We’re not going to hurt you.
We just need your car.
I drove all the way from SYLMAR.
How am I supposed to get HOME?
We could take him with us.
Are you fucking kidding me?
We’d be putting him in a lot of danger.
Don’t worry about me.
I’ll sit in the back seat and be real quiet, I promise.
It’s okay. D-d-danger is my middle name.
I’m Stan, by the way.
C’mon. We’re taking the dude’s wheels.
Stay in the back, be quiet --
and no questions. Got it?
INT. MERCEDES SUV - MOVING - NIGHT
April drives west on Sunset, passes the Arclight Theater.
Looks at her PDA. Scowls.
Now they’re moving again. Shit.
She PUMPS the gas,
starts SWERVING through traffic.
Her cell phone RINGS.
She picks it up, listens.
INT. DOWNTOWN LOFT - NIGHT
Avi sits at his desk, looks at data on his computer monitor.
You fucking BITCH.
First you fuck up the drop,
and then you KILL my employee?
Your EMPLOYEE gave the package to the WRONG PERSON.
I was about to GET THE PACKAGE from her,
and he fucking MESSED IT UP.
And then tried to KILL ME.
Do me a favor and hold onto your dick, ALRIGHT?
I’m gonna get the package and deliver it,
before dawn. GOT IT?
How do I know I can trust you?
My god, you Palestinians are fucking PARANOID.
Will you just let me DO MY JOB?
Okay, okay, okay.
You’ll call me after the drop?
Then maybe --
we could grab a little --
April CLICKS her phone shut.