Happy Tuesday, crime-stoppers! It's once again time to take a trip to the dark side. A place of unspeakable depravity, where your darkest desires becomes sins of the flesh ... at That Killing Feeling.
In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, framed agents Cherry Nation and April Street are trapped in the basement of a shopping mall while the Feds converge outside, when miraculously, they get an offer of some help ... from Rock Vargas, one of evil mastermind Honey Almond's ops, who now wants to defect ...
INT. MALL BASEMENT - UNDERGROUND CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Dimly-lit. A dim bulb FLASHES in the gloom.
Water drips down the walls.
April and Cherry walk down the corridor wearing their backpacks.
April shines a flashlight on a door.
See? We can see each store as we pass it.
Yeah, but how are we gonna get out of here?
The entire mall is going to be completely surrounded by now.
We’ll think of something. We always do --
Cherry’s cell phone RINGS.
They look at each other. Huh?
She fishes it out. Answers it.
Hello -- ?
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD - NIGHT
A big, black HUMMER barrels down the sleazy boulevard.
INT. ROCK’S HUMMER - MOVING - NIGHT
Rock sits behind the wheel. Speaking on his hands-free cell.
Is this -- Cherry Nation?
Who wants to know?
Rock Vargas. You don’t know me.
I used to work for Honey Almond --
It’s some guy who says
he used to work for Honey Almond.
Hang up. It’s a trap.
Cherry nods. CLICKS her phone shut.
Cherry’s phone RINGS again.
She answers it.
It’s me again, don’t hang up,
I want to HELP YOU.
Fuck you. You think we’re that STUPID?
No, no, no -- I think you’re fucking BRILLIANT.
That’s why I want to work for you.
Honey Almond is a fucking PSYCHO.
I’m SICK of working for her.
After you iced Shao and her girls,
she sent me to whack you,
but I know that’s impossible.
So now I’M dead --
I’m tired of being a bad guy.
I want to do something GOOD for a change.
I’ve got intel that’ll make your head spin.
I know you’re in a jam right now.
Let me help you.
How do I know you’re telling me the truth?
What if I gave you Honey’s location?
Hold on a sec --
(cups the phone, to April)
He wants to defect, work for us.
Says he can give us Honey’s location.
I dunno. Smells fishy --
Yeah, but if he doesn’t know we’re suspicious,
what do we have to lose?
Worse comes to worse, we clip him.
Okay. Tell him to come get us. Alone.
(nods, into the phone)
You still there?
Yeah. Are we cool?
We need you to come pick us up, ALONE.
You’re gonna need FBI credentials.
Also have CIA,
Homeland Security, NSA, Interpol --
Well, aren’t you the eager forger.
I’ll text you our coordinates,
and then get your ass over here, PRONTO.
Got it. Thank you.
You won’t regret it.
Solid. But know this.
Any monkey business,
and it’s boom, boom, boom --
out go the lights.