Happy Wednesday, crime humpsters. Crime junkies. Violence-aholics. Need your daily fix of hard-boiled, adrenaline-junkie injected directly into your skull? Then you've come to the right place. A place so dark, so depraved, that you'll wish you'll never came here ... or that you'd never left ...
Didn't screen a film last night due to computer problems ... must have been the full moon. So put on an old fave, BRINGING DARNESS TO LIGHT, a great doc about film noir with all kinds of great talking heads like Eddie Muller and James Ellroy. Got the puter fixed, and got a nice injection of crime ... if it only was the audio portion ...
Onto today's joint from NOWHERE GIRL, and this one's a corker. Better strap yourselves in ...
In part 1, April Street leaves the scene of the crime.
In part 2, Cherry Nation demands help from the heavy metal band she's holding hostage.
And in part 3, CIA agent Shag Holliday is hot on Cherry's trail ...
INT. SUV - NIGHT
April surveys the damage. Sniffs.
Fucker smells like cabbage.
She leans over, rummages in Yuri’s pockets.
Finds a knife. Puts it in her mouth.
RIPS apart the wrist-tie.
April rummages around. Finds the tracking device.
Shoves it in her pocket. Takes Yuri’s gun.
Looks at all the blood.
And the cops have the license number.
She eases out the passenger door side,
softly CLICKS it shut.
INT. GARAGE - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
Lead Singer stares at Cherry’s gun.
Rapidly sobering up.
Dude. That’s a real gun.
(to Lead Singer)
Chill, Brody. She’s not gonna hurt us.
That’s a Sig Sauer, man.
Shut up, all of you.
I just need someone to help me find --
(pulls out piece of paper)
1155 Queens Road.
And we need to go, NOW.
Wait a minute. I recognize you --
you’re La Cienega Boulevard.
SHIT, you’re right.
The porn star, dude --
La Cienega Boulevard.
Why’d you retire?
You were THE BEST.
So fucking HOT.
I thought she looked familiar.
(lowers her gun)
I got sick of it. And I make a lot of money
feature dancing on the road.
I’ll be quitting that soon, too --
if I make it out of this alive.
So which one of you hair metal motherfuckers
is gonna show us the way?
I will. It’s my band.
And we’re not hair metal,
we’re DEATH metal.
INT. CORVETTE - MOVING - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
Shag drives into the heart of the strip,
passes Sunset Plaza.
Talks on his hands-free Bluetooth.
She hung up on me.
INTERCUT WITH:INT. CIA HEADQUARTERS - CUBICLE - CONTINUOUS
Lark turns away from her laptop. Touches her headpiece.
You might say that.
You blew your cover.
Yeah. It was stupid, I know. I just --
(looks at the dashboard)
I’m getting close.
I’d love to get some backup.
You know I can’t do that, Shag.
The boss gave strict orders --
this one’s off-limits.
It’ll raise red flags that go way beyond
me losing my job.
Apparently the guy that runs C-6
has A LOT of pull.
Then connect me to C-6.
I don’t have the number.
Black ops? Hello?
Lark, give yourself some credit.
You told me you could gather ANY intel.
I’ll call you when I have something.
That’s my girl.
(looks out the window)
I’m here. Gotta go.
You’ve never met Cherry.