Thursday, March 25, 2010
A Girl And A Gun
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Onto today's spine-tingling installment of the spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS ...
Where agents Cherry Nation, April Street and Bibi LaSalle are now safely in black ops spook Serge Reno's safe house, where he is right now digging a bullet out of April's thigh ...
EXT. CONCRETE BUNKER - NIGHT
A small, grey building without windows.
Old, faded lettering on the side reads GOLDS’ GYM.
The VW bus is parked in front.
INT. BIBI’S SAFE HOUSE - AT THAT MOMENT
Soft, super-cool chill music softly thump-thumps over --
A modern, comfy, glossy work/living space
with state-of-the art everything spread out in one big loft space.
Cherry and Bibi sit at the bar,
facing the kitchen, sipping coffee, looking at --
April, lying on the sofa, her pant leg ripped off,
exposing the gunshot wound on her thigh.
She’s being attended to by SERGE RENO (40’s),
tall, rugged, unshaven, Euro-cool.
Bibi’s dark-haired, blue-eyed Interpol counterpart.
The notches on his belt have notches.
Right now he’s holding a pair of forceps over the wound.
About to dig for the bullet.
Try to relax.
I’m afraid this is going to hurt a bit.
(big smile, staring)
I’m okay. Just get it on.
Out. Get it out.
Serge looks at her, amused.
Hold on --
He starts digging in the wound,
Cherry holds her arm. Looks away.
I feel like I’m at the dentist
waiting for my turn to be tortured.
Have no fear. Serge is very gentle.
And he’s good at getting out bullets.
He IS very good-looking --
Is first time agency has used a male ‘honey trap.’
Results have been very good.
Just look at your sister,
she is completely, how you say, smitten.
Stares at Serge as he continues to dig for the bullet.
So you’re --
French? How long have you --
Worked with Bibi?
Serge ignores her,
working the instrument.
He GRABS something. Smiles.
Shhh. I’ve almost got it --
He tries to grasp the bullet,
but it’s slippery with blood.
Tries again. But it slips.
Once again -- and GETS it.
Serge pulls out the bullet.
Drops it in a paper cup on the coffee table.
(looks at the cup)
Hey. Aren’t you supposed to drop the bullet
into a metal cup like they do in the movies
so it makes that 'clang' sound?
Jean luc Goddard once said
'all you need for a film is a girl and a gun.'
But he left out one thing.
He leans over.
Kisses her softly on the lips.