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Onto today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, that action-packed spy thriller you've come to know and love.
When we last left Homeland Security agents Cherry Nation and April Street, they had just escaped the firebombing of their Malibu beach pad ... so now diabolical black ops villain Honey Almond unleashes her latest weapon ... the world's most feared assassin 'The Bagger' is now hot on their trail ...
INT. LAX - TAXI STAND - NIGHT
A taxi sits idling at the end of a long line of cabs.
A MAN IN BLACK LEATHER (60’s)
stands nearby, smoking a cigarette.
Meet VINCENT BAGGER, aka 'The Bagger.'
Tall, thin, acne-scarred in shades.
The worlds most notorious hit man.
Has taken out royalty. Presidents. Dictators.
And a pop star or two.
He walks up to the last cab.
Opens the passenger-side door. Slides in.
INT. GYPSY CAB - CONTINUOUS
The SOUTHERN REDNECK DRIVER
stares at The Bagger.
SOUTHERN REDNECK CAB DRIVER
Hey. If you wanna ride, you haveta git in the back.
The Bagger pulls out a black 9MM Baretta with a silencer.
Hay is for horses, cowboy.
He SHOOTS him in the head, THWIP.
Opens the door. PUSHES him out.
Slides over into the seat.
JAMS the car into gear.
And you can leave the driving to us.
And he ROARS away.
EXT. VENICE BEACH - NIGHT
We see the boat grounded on the sand under the Venice Pier.
April, Cherry and Bibi walk on the sand.
April limps, has a tourniquet on her leg.
Cherry has a rag tied around her arm.
Bibi leads them toward the parking lot.
Come, follow me.
We, how you say, ‘jack some wheels.’
Sounds like somebody’s been watching a lot of TV.
Are you kidding? ALIAS is the BOMB.
Well, then -- lead the way, Sidney Bristow.
INT. CAB - MOVING - NIGHT
The Bagger drives along the coast. Talks into his cell.
Hello, Mary Lou?
The Beagle has landed.
INT. HONEY’S UNDERGROUND LAIR - AT THAT MOMENT
Honey paces back in forth in front of a
giant plasma screen monitor
that shows a view of the street outside.
(into her headset)
Good evening, bag-man.
So glad you could join us.
I hear Palestine is beautiful this time of year.
I’m still trying to get the sand out of my crack.
Then you should be glad
I pulled you off the job in Dubai.
You ever tried fucking a camel?
Too much information, my perverted one.
Sorry, chief. Color me jet-lagged.
So what’s the op?
Bibi La Salle, a former asset.
She is interfering with an -- operation of mine.
Isn’t that the French filly
you used to play 'spin the croissant' with?
That’s strictly on a need-to-know basis.
I need you take her out, IMMEDIATELY.
Intel on her location?
Not a problem.
We had her microchipped.
(motions to a staffer to come)
Get your ass over to Venice Beach.
We’ll have an op waiting for you
at the Mao’s Cafe with a GPS.
I’ll text you the coordinates.
I’m there like white on lice.
Oh, and Bagger?
Try not to kill too many innocent bystanders.
We don’t want a repeat of the thing at Fort Hood, okay?