Righteous Kill, Baby

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In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, Homeland Security agents April Street and Cherry Nation mow down Honey Almond's operatives deep down in her underground lair, and then take off after her, hot on her trail ...


INT. HONEY'S UNDERGROUND LAIR - COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
Honey motions to Monsterburg.

HONEY
Follow me.

She trots over toward a steel door
in the corner of the room.

Puts her hand on a touch pad.
The door THWIPS open --
and Honey and Monsterberg
DASH into the opening and disappear --

Just as Cherry and April appear in the opposite doorway.
Each with twin Uzis.

CHERRY
Homeland SECURITY.
Nobody MOVE, DROP YOUR WEAPONS, NOW.

APRIL
You’re UNDER ARREST.

A pair of ARMED GUARDS raise their rifles at them.

UGLY ARMED GUARD
Oh, YEAH?

Cherry SCREAMS. Starts firing,
SPRAYING the room with bullets.

April lets loose with a WAR CRY, starts FIRING.
The Uzis RIP everyone apart.

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT.
Blood, brains and limbs go FLYING --

The girls keep SHOOTING.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT.

Honey’s commandos and techs bodies
JERK like puppets in the air,
then HIT the ground, dead.
THWUMP, THWUMP, THWUMP.

Cherry and April stop firing. Look around.
April points at the open doorway.

APRIL
She went thataway, c’mon --

April starts moving. Cherry stays put.

CHERRY
I’ll catch up with you. First I gotta find my KIDS.

April looks at Cherry. Nods.

APRIL
Call me on the walkie --

CHERRY
(nods)
Go get ‘em, sis.

APRIL
Righteous kill, BABY --

And she DASHES off down the tunnel.

EXT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - NIGHT
The place is a zoo. Word has gotten out to the media,
and now a hoard of NEWS VANS and
CURIOUS ONLOOKERS have joined
the throng of SQUAD CARS and SWAT TRUCKS.

A hoard of COMMANDOS in riot gear STORM into the theater.
Sunday and Max strap on kevlar vests. Put on helmets.
Look at the madness around them.

SUNDAY
God-DAMMIT. Fucking fourth estate --

MAX
What’s 'fourth estate?'

SUNDAY
The media.

MAX
Then why didn’t you just say the media?

SUNDAY
Pardon me for going to HARVARD.

Pause.

MAX
I’m sorry. Kinda tired.
These late nights are getting kinda old --

SUNDAY
Apology accepted.
Now stop your whining
and lets go get us some
criminal mastermind ASS.

MAX
NOW you’re talking.

They start for the entrance to the theater.

SUNDAY
After this is over, whattaya say
we go somewhere and celebrate?

MAX
Seriously?

SUNDAY
Seriously.

MAX
Hot SOX.

SUNDAY
'Hot sox?'

MAX
EXCUSE ME for going to community college --

Elvis Has Entered The Building

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In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, Homeland Security agents April Street and Cherry Nation overpower Honey Almond's guards and break into her underground lair ... just as Honey makes her escape ...


INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT
Two GUARDS sit at a table over
the trap door fooling with a laptop.
HORNY GUARD points at the screen.

HORNY GUARD
Check it out. It’s so big, he can suck himself.

CRAZED GUARD shakes his head with disgust.

CRAZED GUARD
I don’t want to see THAT. That’s fucking GAY.

HORNY GUARD
(working the mouse)
Okay, okay, hold onto your dick --
check this one out.
You’re gonna shit your pants --

The trap door below them slowly OPENS.
Cherry sticks her head out. Looks up.

Sees the table up above.
Carefully opens it all the way.
Gently places it down on the floor.

CRAZED GUARD
Holy shit, check out the CANS on HER.

HORNY GUARD
Meet Bambi Boulders. Double-H, dude.

Cherry climbs up quietly.
Looks down, motions to April.

She climbs up.
Crouches next to Cherry.

CHERRY
(points, mouths silently)
Grab their FEET --

April nods. Holds up three fingers. Cherry nods.

HORNY GUARD
Check out THOSE meat curtains --

April shoots out a finger.
Then two -- then THREE.

And they GRAB the guards’ ankles.

April and Cherry YANK HARD,
PULLING the guards
off their chairs onto the floor, BANG --
and LEAP on top of them.

Cherry PUNCHES Horny in the face,
CRACK. He goes out.

April HITS Crazed on the side of the head,
CRACK. He goes down.

They get up. Take their weapons.
Cherry sees their walkie talkies.
Grabs them. Hands one to April.

CHERRY
In case we get separated.

APRIL
What. No pre-nup?

INT. HONEY’S OFFICE - NIGHT
Honey sits at her desk.
We can see she’s been crying.

She reaches for a tissue.
Sees something on the wall.

ANGLE ON --
The spy camera.

She LEAPS UP. Walks over to it --

HONEY
Those sneaky BASTARDS.

GRABS it, YANKS on it,
pulls it out from the wall, RRRIP.

HONEY
God-DAMMIT.

She storms out into --

INT. SITUATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Honey stands in her doorway. Eyes on fire.

HONEY
Everybody LISTEN UP.
We’ve had a SECURITY BREACH.
We’re under ATTACK.
Start the defense protocol IMMEDIATELY.

The group breaks into BUZZING and CHATTERING
as everyone checks their weapons. Scurries about getting ready.

Monsterburg RACES over to her.

MONSTERBURG
What happened?

HONEY
Stealth camera in my office.
Probably one of a dozen.
Elvis has entered the building.
Hunka-hunka burnin’ agents.

MONSTERBURG
Holy shit. Do you have a --

HONEY
Escape contingency?
Of course. Wanna come with me?

MONSTERBURG
Does a bear have a big dick?

HONEY
Follow me.

She trots over toward a steel door
in the corner of the room.

Puts her hand on a touch pad.
The door THWIPS open --

and Honey and Monsterberg DASH
into the opening and disappear --

Just as Cherry and April appear in the opposite doorway.
Each with twin Uzis.

CHERRY
Homeland SECURITY.
Nobody MOVE,
DROP YOUR WEAPONS, NOW.

APRIL
You’re UNDER ARREST.

Spies 'R' Us

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In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, FBI agents Max Cargo and Sunday Sparks prepare to infiltrate black ops spook Honey Almond's underground lair deep beneath Mann's Chinese Theater in Hollywood. Meanwhile, agents April Street and Cherry Nation are preparing an invasion of their own ...


EXT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - NIGHT
Sunday and Max stand next to a monitor set up on a table.
We see the camera’s POV of Honey’s command center on the screen.

MAX
Okay, so now we know where they are.
I say we go in, stealth-like.

SUNDAY
Too risky. Two of our most valuable assets are in there,
not to mention agent Nation’s children.

MAX
(tears up)
How could somebody be so DESPICABLE?
We’ve got to RESCUE THEM.

SUNDAY
You know, you should show
your soft side more often.
It’s very appealing.

MAX
(blushes)
Really?

Sunday’s cell phone RINGS.

SUNDAY
Hold that thought.
(answer it)
This is agent Sparks --

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - CLINT RUFF’S OFFICE
Clint sits at his desk. DOWNS his glass of scotch.
Grabs the bottle. Pours another.
BARKS into the speakerphone.

CLINT
Ruff here. Status?

SUNDAY
We’ve located her base of operations, sir.
Three floors below the theater.

CLINT
Has the movie let out?

SUNDAY
Yes. We’re just waiting to find out --

CLINT
WAITING? What the FUCK?
Go in there and GET her, NOW.
It’s a matter of NATIONAL SECURITY.
This woman was able to penetrate THE WHITE HOUSE.

SUNDAY
But agents Nation and Street are --

CLINT
They can take care of THEMSELVES.
For all we know, Almond could be
escaping through a secret tunnel.
You know how those evil masterminds are --

SUNDAY
Oh, shit -- you’re right.
(beat)
Don’t worry, sir.
We’re going in right away -- with no lube.

CLINT
This is NO TIME FOR JOKES.
Just DO IT.

SUNDAY
Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. Over.

She clicks the phone shut.
Sighs. Looks at Max.

SUNDAY
You heard me.
Get the squad ready.
We’re going in with everything.
A full-scale assault.

MAX
I heard.
(strange smile)
With no lube?

SUNDAY
Figure of speech --
(beat)
I, uh -- lost my head for a second.

MAX
I hate when that happens.

INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - CLINT RUFF’S OFFICE - AT THAT MOMENT
Clint finishes his drink. Smiles grimly.

CLINT
'No lube' --
(beat)
Heh, heh, heh.

INT. BOMB SHELTER - AT THAT MOMENT
Cherry and April have pulled the shelves away from the wall.
Positioned them under the trap door opening.

APRIL
I’ll go first, you come up behind and cover me.

CHERRY
No. I’M going first.

APRIL
But I thought you wanted to
turn in your secret decoder ring.

CHERRY
Too late for that.
Spies 'R' Us, baby.
TEAM AMERICA.
(growls)
I’m getting my fucking KIDS back --

APRIL
Knock ‘em dead, kid.

CHERRY
Don’t mind if I do.

Fire in her eyes,
Cherry starts climbing up the shelves,
April right behind her.

Flame On, Bitches

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In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, agents April Street and Cherry Nation continue their battle with the 'attack of the rats' deep beneath black ops spook Honey Almond's underground lair ...


INT. BOMB SHELTER - NIGHT
Cherry and April stand on the top of the shelves,
kicking at the rats with their feet.
But they keep coming.

One of them BITES INTO Cherry’s ankle.

CHERRY
OWWW. Get it OFF, GET IT OFF.

April pulls out a knife.
JABS it in his head with a sickening CRUNCH.
The rat falls over.

Another one immediately takes its place.
April KICKS IT like a football, THWUMP.
It FLIES away.

APRIL
We gotta find something to --
(looks around, sees)
TORCHES. We’ve got fucking TORCHES.

She GRABS two.
Hands one to Cherry.

Pulls out her lighter.
Lights it. Then hers.

They BURST INTO FLAME.

CHERRY
Got you NOW, motherfuckers.

APRIL
How about some FIRE, scarecrow?

They wave the torches at the rats,
now SQUEALING LOUDER.

CHERRY
They’re not GOING AWAY.

One of them LEAPS up,
SINKS it’s teeth in April’s leg.

APRIL
NOOOOOO.

She puts the torch to the rat.
It CATCHES ON FIRE and SCREAMS.

She PUNCHES it with her other hand.
It FLIES away.

APRIL
This isn’t good enough --

She keeps waving her torch at the rats,
keeping them at bay.

Cherry scans the boxes on the shelves.
RIPS one open.

CHERRY
AHA. HAIR SPRAY --

APRIL
Hair spray?

CHERRY
(grabs two cans, tosses her one)
WATCH.

She holds it behind the flame of her torch.
SQUIRTS IT, and a giant FLAME
WHOOSHES OUT like a blowtorch.

She SWEEPS it across a pack of rats
clawing at the edge of the shelf.

They BURST INTO FLAMES,
SCREAMING. POPPING and CRACKLING
like pieces of evil popcorn.

APRIL
(aims her can, nods at Cherry)
FLAME ON, BITCHES --

The hold their cans up to their torches.
Start SPRAYING the rats with flames in a wide circle --
WHOOSH-WHOOSH.

The rats CATCH ON FIRE, skitter away, HOWLING.

The girls JUMP DOWN to the floor.
Continue SPEWING FLAMES at the retreating rats.
The air fills with sickening smoke.

CHERRY
Anybody want BARBECUE?

APRIL
(sweeping flames)
Who’s got MARSHMALLOWS?

The remaining rats DART into hidden holes
in the back of the room.

The girls stop.
Take a deep breath.
Look around.

CHERRY
Holy shit.

APRIL
I know --
(beat)
You saved our asses.

CHERRY
(half-smile)
What else are sisters for?

APRIL
Uh, maybe getting us the fuck
OUTTA HERE and catching the evil villain?

CHERRY
(nods)
Works for me.

I Smell A Rat

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In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, agents Cherry Nation and April Street are trapped beneath Honey Almond's underground lair in a sub-basement ... where they're being attacked by rats. Meanwhile, above ground, FBI agents Max Cargo and Sunday Sparks have finally penetrated Honey's 'sugar walls' ...


INT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - SUB-BASEMENT - NIGHT
A dimly lit bunker. Shelves of supplies on one wall.
Water DRIPS from the ceiling onto the cement floor.
We hear the faint sound of something
scurrying about in the shadows.

Cherry and April HIT the floor with a SLAP, THUD.
They groan. Sit up.

Massage their bruised muscles. Look around.

CHERRY
What is this place?

APRIL
(peers in the dim light)
Looks like some kind of --
storage room or something.

CHERRY
Looks more like -- a bunker.

APRIL
Maybe it’s a bomb shelter.

Cherry feels something on her leg.
SHAKES it. Looks.

CHERRY
Ohmigod, a RAT.

APRIL
WHAT? WHERE?

She pulls out her lighter,
FLICKS it on, to reveal --

The room is FILLED WITH RATS.
Surrounding them.

They SQUEAL at the light.
Then JUMP on Cherry and April.

The girls try to BAT them away
as they get BITTEN all over their bodies.

They SCREAM. Try to WHACK them away.

CHERRY
SHIT, NOOOOOO GET OFF.

APRIL
GET OFF ME. GET OFF ME.

CHERRY
THE SHELVES, OVER THERE.

They RUN to a wall filled with shelves,
start climbing them.

The rats cling to their legs,
nipping and tugging. SQUEALING.

April gets half-way up,
BANGS her leg, knocking them off.

Cherry does the same.
They climb to the top.
Look down, see --

A HOARD OF RATS,
undulating like a wave,
moving toward them.

CHERRY
SHIT, this is like WILLARD.
What are we GONNA DO?

APRIL
I’m thinking, I’m THINKING -- .

EXT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - AT THAT MOMENT
Two more teams are drilling holes in the sidewalk.
Gruff tech walks over to Sunday and Max.

SUNDAY
Anything yet?

GRUFF TECH
Yeah. We found agent Nation’s daughters.
They’re okay.

An INTENSE TECH off to the side looks up from his scanner.

INTENSE TECH
BINGO.
(to Sunday and Max)
I’ve got Honey Almond.
In her office. Come take a look.

INT. HONEY’S UNDERGROUND LAIR - OFFICE - AT THAT MOMENT
Honey sits at her desk. Pours scotch into a cut-glass tumbler.
Downs it. HICCUPS. Dabs a tissue to her eye.

Monsterburg sticks his head in the room. Concerned.

MONSTERBURG
Chief. Are you okay?

HONEY
No, I’m NOT okay.
My own daughters REJECTED me.

MONSTERBURG
Well, if they survive the -- thing downstairs,
maybe they might change their minds.

HONEY
Are you fucking KIDDING ME? It’s OVER.
(beat)
And nobody has EVER survived -- down there.

MONSTERBURG
Is there anything I can do?

HONEY
Thanks doll, no.
I need some private time to myself.

MONSTERBURG
Call me if you need me.

And he leaves. Honey sniffles. Pours another drink.

ANGLE ON --
The wall to her left. We see a small hole.
The tip of the snake is sticking out.
A tiny camera slowly BLINKING.

So Many Men, So Few Bullets In A Gun

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In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, agents Cherry Nation and April Street have been captured by black ops spook Honey Almond, deep in her underground lair deep beneath Mann's Chinese Theater in Hollywood, where they're shocked to learn Honey's big revelation ... (!)


INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT
Steel-walled. Futuristic. Soft glowing light.

The girls fall into a plexiglass cube
in the middle of the room with a SLAP. Groan. In pain.

Standing nearby is Honey. And four ARMED GUARDS.
One on each side. The girls stand up, brush themselves off.

HONEY
Evening, ladies. So glad you dropped in.
(laughs)
Pun intended.

APRIL
Honey --

CHERRY
Almond.

HONEY
The one and only. At your disservice.

EXT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - AT THAT MOMENT
A pair of FBI TECHS drill holes into the sidewalk with lasers.
Max and Sunday watch, along side Grim-Looking Agent.

MAX
So how does it work?

GRIM-LOOKING AGENT
They’re drilling holes at a forty-five degree angle.
When they get to the lower foundation, they’ll then angle in.

He holds up a long, thin tube.

GRIM-LOOKING AGENT
This has a laser-camera at the end.
Can see through ANYTHING.

SUNDAY
Gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘deep stealth’, huh?

One of the techs turns and looks at them.

GRUFF TECH
I’m in the sub-basement.
Bring me the snake.

Grim-Looking brings it over.
Hands to Gruff Tech.

GRIM-LOOKING AGENT
Here you go.

GRUFF TECH
(takes it)
Thanks.

Gruff starts stuffing the tube into the hole.
Max looks at Sunday. Raises an eyebrow.

MAX
Give you any ideas?

SUNDAY
In your hat, buster.

MAX
Sorry. Didn’t mean to make an asp of myself.

SUNDAY
(shakes her head)
So many men. So few bullets in a gun --

INT. HONEY’S INTERROGATION ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Cherry and April stand in the cube. Glare at Honey

APRIL
You’ll never get away with this,
the place is SWARMING WITH FBI.

CHERRY
What have you done with my FUCKING KIDS?

HONEY
Ladies, ladies, ladies --
is that any way to talk to your MOTHER?

Honey smiles. Starts pacing around them in a slow circle.

HONEY
Surprise --
(beat)
Of course I’m still a bit peeved
that you killed your FATHER --
(beat)
But I understand. He was an evil man.
(shakes her head)
Talk about a messy DIVORCE --

APRIL
Wait a minute. Let me get this straight --

CHERRY
My head is spinning.
You mean to say, you and SLEDGE --

HONEY
Are your parents, yes.
(beat)
We were young and poor,
and the bastard didn’t think
we could take care of you.
It was HIS idea to put you up for adoption.
I’ve been sick about it ever since.

APRIL
And you put us through all of this
for the same reason HE did --

CHERRY
(to April)
She wants us to WORK FOR HER?

HONEY
Well, of course. You two are the BEST.
I threw my top assassins after you,
and you came through with flying colors.
(beat)
Of course, the collateral damage
was a bit excessive, but worth it.
Assets are replaceable.
(smiles)
But you only have one family.

CHERRY
But why the thing with the White House?

HONEY
Well, let’s just say I have a
bit of an over-active imagination.
(stops, looks at them)
Imagine the possibilities.
With you two on board, the world is our oyster.
Just think of it -- mother and daughters,
hell-bent on world-domination.

APRIL
On what planet do you think we’d work for YOU?

HONEY
A planet where a nuclear device
is sitting in the Senate chamber
during a joint session of Congress?
(laughs)
Just kidding.
There goes that over-active imagination again --
(beat)
But seriously? What choice do you have?
Every law enforcement agency in the world wants you --
(beat)
AND I have your CHILDREN.
(beat)
Don’t you see? You have no choice.

Cherry and April’s heads SPIN.
They look at each other.

CHERRY
I want proof they’re ALIVE.

Honey shakes her head.
Wipes a tear from her eye.

HONEY
You don’t trust me. Your own MOTHER.
(beat)
Then I’ll give you some time to THINK ABOUT IT.

She PRESSES a button on the floor with her boot.
A trap door below them OPENS --
and Cherry and April FALL into the hole.

Hello, Dr. Caligari

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In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, Homeland Security agents April Street and Cherry Nation are deep below Mann's Chinese Theater, on the hunt for black ops spook Honey Almond's underground lair ... when suddenly, to their shock and horror, they fall right into her evil clutches ...


INT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - BASEMENT - NIGHT
Cherry and April walk down a dimly lit corridor.
April holds a hand-held device at the wall as they go.

CHERRY
How does it work?

APRIL
It registers electrical activity.

CHERRY
Like computers.

APRIL
Bingo.
(looks at it)
Houston, we have CONTACT.

They get to a door. Look in the window.

CHERRY
Electrical room --

APRIL
(holds it up)
Check it out. See?

CHERRY
But what if they know about this kind of device.
Wouldn’t the electrical room
be the perfect place to hide the door?

APRIL
That’s fucking brilliant.

CHERRY
Takes one to know one.

April smiles, pushes the door open.
They walk into --

INT. ELECTRICAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Dark. Dank. Rows of circuit breakers and switches.
April shines a flashlight along the walls as they walk through.

APRIL
They’re not going to make this easy, are they.

CHERRY
I don’t see any doors --

April flashes her light on a large metal cabinet.

APRIL
Hello, Dr. Caligari.

CHERRY
Who?

APRIL
Never mind. Check it out. On the side.

CHERRY
KEY CARD STRIP.

APRIL
Exactly.
(pulls key card out of her pocket, smiles)
'Don’t worry. We’ll leave the light on.'

Cherry pulls out her SIG-Sauer Mosquito.
April takes out her Glock.
They look at each other. Nod.

She SWIPES the card in the slot.
The cabinet door rises up into the ceiling, THWIP.

Revealing a set of stairs going down to another level.
They start walking down the steps --

But they suddenly FLIP UP,
and the incline becomes a steel chute,
and the girls go FLYING DOWN to the bottom.

They HIT the floor with a THUD.

CHERRY
OW.

APRIL
You okay?

CHERRY
Yeah, I --

A trap door OPENS UP --
and they FALL down into the hole.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Steel-walled. Futuristic. Soft glowing light.

The girls fall into a plexiglass cube
in the middle of the room with a SLAP.
Groan. In pain.

Standing nearby is Honey Almond.
And four ARMED GUARDS.
One on each side.

The girls stand up,
brush themselves off.

HONEY
Evening, ladies.
So glad you dropped in.
(laughs)
Pun intended.

Underground Lair, Here We Come

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In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, agents Cherry Nation and April Street have gone inside Mann's Chinese Theater in Hollywood, hot on the trail of evil mastermind Honey Almond, searching for her underground beneath the theater ... while the movie version of the first story to this sequel unspools on the screen ... (!)


INT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - BACK STAGE - NIGHT
The movie NOWHERE GIRL unspools in the distance.
We hear guns FIRING, SHOUTED bits of dialog -- and MUSIC.

Cherry and April creep backstage in the dark.
They approach the movie screen from behind. Listen.

CHERRY
'Gnarly?' I’d never say THAT --

APRIL
Fucking Hilary SWANK?
That buck-toothed horse-face?
She’s not HOT.

CHERRY
C’mon, let’s get outta here before I get sick.
(sighs)
Coulda been such a GREAT movie --

APRIL
Fat fucking tub of lard Joel Silver.
Never should have trusted him.

They walk toward the back of the stage area.

APRIL
We need to find the stairs down to the basement.

CHERRY
(squints, points)
Look. There in the corner.
Let’s check it out.

They creep towards the back.
Get to a steel door.

April GRABS it. PULLS it open.

APRIL
Open sesame.

CHERRY
(gestures)
Brains before beauty.

APRIL
Look who’s getting cutesy
with the banter all of sudden.

CHERRY
(half-grin)
Don’t press your luck.

And they start down the stairs.

EXT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - NIGHT
A squadron of FBI VEHICLES and COP CARS
fill the street in front of the theater.
A SWAT truck pulls up to the curb.

EXT. MAX’S SUV - CONTINUOUS
Sunday and Max stand nearby. Look at the theater.

MAX
How do we handle this?
There’s a theater full of people in there.
We don’t want them to panic.

SUNDAY
I’m thinking, I’m thinking --

A GRIM-LOOKING AGENT trots over to them.

GRIM-LOOKING AGENT
The movie’s over in fifteen minutes.

MAX
Great. We’ll just wait until it’s over.
We’ve got the place surrounded.

SUNDAY
Yeah, but I’m not sure that’s going to be enough.
Intel says this Honey Almond character
is some kind of mad genius.
She could have all kinds of secret tunnels
and shit down there.
(to Grim-Looking)
We need a C-A-L-S. You guys have that?

GRIM-LOOKING AGENT
You mean the Cavity Auto-Scanning Laser System?
Of course. It’s in the tech truck.

SUNDAY
Solid. Go get it.
Let’s take a look below ground.
See what we find.

GRIM-LOOKING AGENT
(salutes)
Yes, MA’AM. Be right back.

And he trots off.

MAX
Underground lair, here we come --

Manifest Destiny

Happy Tuesday, crime scenesters. Welcome back my friends, to the action that never ends, come inside, come inside ... to the hottest hardboiled crime joint in cyberspace, right here ... at That Killing Feeling.

In today's spine-tingling chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, agents Cherry Nation and April Street have arrived at Mann's Chinese Theater, hell-bent on taking down black ops spook Honey Almond. Meanwhile, deep in her underground lair beneath the theater, Honey sets her trap ...


EXT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - NIGHT
The girls pull up in front of the theater on the chopper.
See a crowd of people waiting to get in.

The sign reads NOWHERE GIRL.
SPECIAL MIDNIGHT SCREENING.

EXT. MOTORCYCLE - CONTINUOUS
Cherry and April look at the sign.

APRIL
Shit, I forgot. Opening night.

CHERRY
We should probably go around back.

APRIL
Uh, YEAH --

She KICKS the engine in gear.
They ride down the street,

then turn into --

AN ALLEY
They park near an EXIT sign.
HOP off the bike. Go to the door.
April tries it, but it’s LOCKED.

APRIL
Of course --

Cherry pulls out her pick.
Starts working it in the lock.

CHERRY
Just give me a sec --

APRIL
See all the fun you’d be missing if you quit?

CHERRY
Don’t test me, I’m almost at the breaking point.
(jiggles it)
C’mon, fucking OPEN --

The lock CLICKS. Cherry GRABS the handle.

CHERRY
Okay, c’mon --

APRIL
I love you.

Cherry stops. Looks at her.
Eyes filled with tears.

CHERRY
I -- love you, too.

APRIL
Then c’mon, killer.
Let’s go get your kids.

CHERRY
(tries to smile)
Okay --

And they go in.

INT. HONEY’S UNDERGROUND LAIR - COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
Honey stands at the head of the room.
Takes a sip from a flask.
Watches her staff man their workstations.

Monsterburg walks up to her. All smiles.

HONEY
What’s the word, hot stuff?

MONSTERBURG
The mice have taken the cheese. SNAP.

HONEY
YES.
(raises her flask in a toast)
They have fallen into our TRAP.
The little chickies have come home to ROOST.

She drinks. Applause. Excited chattering.

HONEY
A toast to YOU.
The finest group of operatives
the world has EVER KNOWN.
(beat)
We are on the verge COMPLETE CONTROL.
It is our MANIFEST DESTINY.

A HOT BABE in a nurse’s uniform raises her hand.

HONEY
Yes, Roxy?

ROXY
What about the children?

HONEY
Don’t worry.
All will be revealed soon.
How are they doing?

ROXY
They finally fell asleep.

HONEY
Outstanding.
(to Monsterburg)
Have you readied the chamber?

MONSTERBURG
Yes, my liege.
Despicable torture device is READY.

HONEY
Fan-TASTIC.
(sighs)
God, I love my work.
(to the room)
Alright, people. Places, PLEASE.
It’s SHOW-TIME.
(beat)
Do we have any of that microwave popcorn left?

War Of The Worlds

Happy Monday, crime busters! It's once again time to take a trip to the dark side, where the drinks are cold, the chicks are hot, and the action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In today's action-packed chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, agents on the lam April Street and Cherry Nation make their escape on the stolen Harley chopper and head toward Honey Almond's underground lair beneath Mann's Chinese Theater in Hollywood. Meanwhile, FBI agents Max Cargo and Sunday Sparks interview the biker who owns the Harley ...


EXT. VENICE BOULEVARD - NIGHT
April drives the big chopper, Cherry sits behind her.

ON THE MOTORCYCLE
Cherry SHOUTS above the roar of the engine.

CHERRY
Can’t you go any faster?

APRIL
And get pulled over by the cops?

CHERRY
Maybe we should take the freeway --

APRIL
Gonna be swarming with Feds.
Best to take Venice.
Almost as fast at this hour.
Then we’ll shoot up LaBrea.

CHERRY
Okay, just HURRY.

APRIL
Don’t worry,
we’re gonna get your kids,
AND clear our names --

CHERRY
And then I’m DONE.

APRIL
What? Are you KIDDING ME?
You can’t quit NOW.
We’re a TEAM -- we’re SISTERS.

CHERRY
You mean 'blood is thicker than water?'

APRIL
HELL, yeah -- RIGHT?

CHERRY
Let me get back to you on that --

INT. MAX’S SUV - MOVING - AT THAT MOMENT
Max drives. Sees something out the window.

MAX
Hey. There’s the DWP VAN --

SUNDAY
They must have switched vehicles.

MAX
No shit. Check out the guy on the lawn.

EXT. CUL DE SAC - CONTINUOUS
The SUV stops. Sunday and Max JUMP out.
RACE over to Nasty Biker.

Sunday gets down on one knee.
SLAPS him in the face.

SUNDAY
Hey, Peter Fonda, WAKE UP.

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
(opens his eyes)
HEY.

He slowly gets up. Rubs his jaw.

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
Who the fuck are YOU?

MAX
FBI.

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
Thank fucking god.

SUNDAY
What happened?

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
(points)
These two chicks came by in that van,
one of ‘em was that porn star
La Cienega Boulevard.
Said they were Homeland Security
and that they were bein’ chased by somebody,
and could they take my hog.
I said sure, if I could come along and help.
Then they fucking CLOCKED ME and STOLE it.

MAX
Two women, twins, super-hot?

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
That’s them. Who’s chasing them?

SUNDAY
We are.
(off his look)
It’s a long story --
(to Max)
Alert Sky Sat, STAT.

Max nods. Pulls out his cell.
Punches a number. Listens.

MAX
Yeah, hey. This is agent Cargo.
They’re on a motorcycle.
Heading from this location to Hollywood.
Track all major thoroughfares
and send every agent you have
to Mann’s Chinese Theater, got it?
(listens)
Thanks. We’re on our way.

He clicks the phone shut.

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
Mann’s Chinese Theater?
What’s going on THERE?

SUNDAY
Ever seen 'War of the Worlds?'

Can't Live With 'Em, Can't Assassinate 'Em

Happy Friday, crime busters! It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side. A place where the drinks are cold, the chicks are hot, and the hardboiled action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, black ops spook Honey Almond and FBI director Clint Ruff have a little phone conference -- while they're both having sex in their respective offices -- where Honey reveals that she set up agents Cherry Nation and April Street ...


INT. HONEY’S UNDERGROUND LAIR - OFFICE - NIGHT
Honey sits on the edge of the desk with her legs apart.
Monsterburg is inside her, pumping away.

HONEY
Damn, you’re good. Harder. HARDER.

MONSTERBURG
(goes faster)
Yes, MA’AM --

The phone RINGS. She picks it up.
He stops. Looks at her.

HONEY
Don’t STOP --
(into the phone)
This is Honey --

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - CLINT RUFF’S OFFICE - AT THAT MOMENT
Clint sits at his desk. Sips a glass of scotch.
Faraway look in his eye. Red-faced.
Slowly nodding his head up and down.

CLINT
I just got a call from THE WHITE HOUSE.
I’m done pussy-footing around.
We’re bringing them DOWN.

HONEY
I wouldn’t do that if I were you --
(to Monsterburg)
God, YES --

He grins. Pumps furiously.

CLINT
I could give a FUCK about your threats, Missy.
All bets are off, as of NOW.
(beat)
What’s going on over there?
(beat)
Oh, god --

HONEY
I’m, I’m -- working out --
(GASPS)
Well, then I’m going to alert THE MEDIA
that the DIRECTOR OF THE FBI
likes to diddle MALE ESCORTS.
What do you think about THAT, HUH?
(beat)
Omigod, that’s good --

CLINT
FUCK YOU. How’s THAT?
I’m taking them DOWN, and YOU’RE NEXT.
(beat)
Oh, yeah -- god, yes --

HONEY
Well, for your information, ASSHOLE, I SET THEM UP.
They didn’t DO IT. The joke’s on YOU.
Who’s got egg on his face NOW?
(beat)
What are YOU doing?
Sounds like you’re having sex --

Clint ERUPTS in a massive ORGASM.
He lets out a war cry like a bull on steroids.

CLINT
YEAAAAAHHHH.

Pause.

HONEY
Ha. I knew it.
(looks at Monsterburg)
Oh, god YES. Right THERE --
(into the phone)
Hold on a sec --

Clint smiles. Shakes his head. Cups the phone.

CLINT
Okay, thanks. We’re done.
Money’s on the bureau.

A MALE ESCORT (19) pops out from under the desk.
Wipes his mouth with a kleenex.
Grabs a pile of cash. Hurries out.

CLINT
(into the phone)
You still there?

Honey lets out a blood-curdling YELP of animal PASSION.

HONEY
AHHHHHHHHH -- YEAHHHHHHH.

Her hips buckle. She shudders. Stops.

CLINT
Hey, you’re having sex, TOO --
(beat)
I mean -- shit --
(beat)
Fuck.

Honey smiles dreamily.
Monsterburg hops off her.
Goes to the bar, pours a drink.
Honey lights up a smoke.

HONEY
(into the phone)
You still there?

CLINT
Uh, yeah --
(beat)
Where were we?

HONEY
I was threatening you,
and you were telling me to ‘fuck off.’
And there was a ‘big reveal’ about Street and Nation --

CLINT
Right --
(beat)
Eat shit and DIE, bitch. You’re DEAD.

He BANGS the phone down. Sighs.
Takes a sip of scotch.

CLINT
Here goes nothing --
(dials another number, listens)
Sparks, it’s Ruff --

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. MAX’S SUV - MOVING - NIGHT
Max drives furiously, weaving through
the sparse traffic going toward them on the on-ramp.

Sunday touches her Bluetooth. Cocks her head.

SUNDAY
They got away, but we’re right behind them --

CLINT
Don’t arrest them. They didn’t do it.

SUNDAY
They didn’t DO IT?

MAX
Who didn’t do what?

CLINT
I can’t go into the details.
New intel, highest clearance.
(beat)
And you have a new target --
(clears throat)
Honey Almond.

SUNDAY
Wait a minute, you’re making my head spin --

MAX
What the fuck’s going ON?

SUNDAY
(to Max)
He’s telling us to lay off Street and Nation,
that they’re innocent --
(into the phone)
What does your ex-wife have to do with this?

CLINT
Like I said, new intel.
She’s behind the rogue op
at the White House and set them up.
Just follow them, and HELP THEM, got it?

SUNDAY
Got it.
(beat)
So they’re -- on their way to Almond’s joint.

CLINT
Yeah. You need to help them
bring down Almond ASAP, is that CLEAR?

SUNDAY
You mean -- kill her.

CLINT
On sight.
(beat)
That’ll be all.

He BANGS down the phone. Sighs. Sips his scotch.

CLINT
Women. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t assassinate ‘em.

From Brassiere To Eternity

Happy Thursday, hardboiled motherfuckers! It's once again time to return to the scene of the crime and take a trip to the dark side, where your deepest desires become sins of the flesh, right here ... at That Killing Feeling.

In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, FBI agents Max Cargo and Sunday Sparks on hot on the trail of framed Homeland Security agents April Street and Cherry Nation, who are trying to hijack a Harley Davidson from a nasty biker ...


INT. MAX’S SUV - MOVING - NIGHT
Max drives slowly in the shoulder.

SUNDAY
They’re fucking GONE.

MAX
Don’t worry.
I saw them turn off at that entrance up ahead.

SUNDAY
Then why don’t you MOVE IT?

MAX
Uh, I’m waiting for a break in the traffic?
Call me madcap, but I don’t want to get hit head-on.

SUNDAY
Wise-ass.

MAX
You love it.

SUNDAY
Shut up.

MAX
You’re BLUSHING.

SUNDAY
No, I’m not. Fuck you.

MAX
Yes you are.
You’re fucking BLUSHING.
I love it.

SUNDAY
Shut the fuck up and drive the car --

He sees a break in the traffic. HITS the gas.
They ROAR into the road.

Max turns his head.
Looks at her. Smiles.

MAX
I’m sorry. Adrenaline. You know.

Pause.

SUNDAY
I’ve got this joke --
I tell people I sleep with a guy
every ten years to remind myself
how much I prefer women.

MAX
And?

SUNDAY
You do the math --

EXT. CUL DE SAC - AT THAT MOMENT
April fools with a pair of wires
on the steering column of the Harley.

They SPARK. The engine ROARS to life.
April jumps on. Cherry gets on behind her.

A shotgun KA-CHINKS behind them.

A POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
Stands on his porch. Aiming both barrels at them.

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
What the FUCK do you CUNTS think you’re DOING?

Cherry FLIPS out her ID.
FLASHES it in his face.

CHERRY
Homeland Security.
We need to borrow your hog.
It’s a matter of national security.

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
Wait a minute. I SEEN you before.

APRIL
It’s all lies. We’re innocent --

CHERRY
We were framed --

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
Nah, not that shit on TV.
(points at Cherry)
You’re LA CIENEGA BOULEVARD, the PORN STAR.

CHERRY
I, uh -- retired from that.

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
I KNOW. And ya broke my heart.
I got ALL your tapes.
' From Brassiere to Eternity'' --
(sighs)
You were THE BEST --

April and Cherry exchange glances.
Cherry gives her a wink.

CHERRY
Tell you what.
If I give you my autograph,
can we borrow your bike?
We PROMISE we’ll return it.
My kids have been kidnapped,
and we gotta go rescue them.

POT-BELLIED NASTY BIKER
Someone kidnapped yer KIDS?
I’ll help ya. Follow you in my truck.

Cherry looks at April. She shrugs.

APRIL
What the fuck. Sure.

CHERRY
You’re on.

APRIL
On second thought --

She PUNCHES him in the face, SMACK.
He goes down, THWUMP.
Out cold. They look at him.

APRIL
Sorry about that.

CHERRY
Hope my fan club doesn’t find out --

Hold Onto Your Labia

Happy Hump Day, crime humpsters! You know what time it is? That's right. It's once again time to take a trip to the dark side, where uncontrollable urges become a nightmare of violence and lust, madness and mayhem, right here ... at That Killing Feeling.

In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, Homeland Security agents on the run April Street and Cherry Nation successfully elude the FBI and soviet assassin Irina Kolishnakov, but the engine to their stolen DWP van dies, so they decide to steal another vehicle ... a Harley Davidson chopper ...


INT. DWP VAN - MOVING - NIGHT
Cherry GRABS the last shelving unit.
Starts to drag it, when DWP Guy wakes up.
He stares at her, incensed.

DWP GUY
What THE FUCK do you think you’re DOING?

CHERRY
Shut up and DON’T MOVE, FAT BOY.

DWP GUY
You can’t DO THAT. That’s CITY PROPERTY.

He LUNGES at her.
Cherry SOCKS him in the jaw, CRACK.
DWP FLIES into the wall, BANG --
BOUNCES off, HITS the floor,
and ROLLS OUT THE BACK --

EXT. TEN FREEWAY - CONTINUOUS
DWP Guy’s body HITS the windshield of Max’s SUV, THWUMP.

IN THE CAR

MAX
Holy fucking shit I CAN’T SEE.

SUNDAY
PULL OVER THE CAR --

Max takes his foot off the gas,
steers the car onto the shoulder.
SLAMS on the breaks.

DWP Guy rolls off, hits the ground, THUD.
Windshield now cracked. Smeared with blood.

MAX
Jesus fucking CHRIST.

SUNDAY
Don’t just SIT THERE.
Go AFTER THEM.

MAX
(turns the wheel)
Alright, alright --

(HITS the gas)
Ball-bust much?

INT. DWP VAN - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
Cherry gets back in the passenger seat.
Looks at April, steering the car through oncoming traffic.

APRIL
I’m gonna burst a fucking blood vessel.
Let’s pull off the freeway.

CHERRY
Yeah, good idea.
(looks in the rear view mirror)
Looks like they’re all gone, but you never know --

APRIL
(turns the wheel)
Hold onto your labia --

EXT. TEN FREEWAY - ENTRANCE RAMP - CONTINUOUS
The van turns off the road,
approaches the entrance ramp,
but a GIANT TOW TRUCK
is barrelling RIGHT AT THEM.

IN THE VAN

APRIL
Holy SHIT --

She JERKS the wheel --

ON THE RAMP
And the van ROARS down the embankment,
BUMP-BUMPING over the rocks,
shelving and equipment FLYING out the back.

It HITS the bottom with a BANG. Rolls into --

EXT. WEST LOS ANGLES - CUL-DE-SAC - NIGHT
A shitty, run-down street right next to the freeway.
The cheap seats. The van comes to a stop at the curb.

IN THE VAN
The engine SPUTTERS and dies.
April tries to start it.

It WHEEZES and COUGHS, but won’t turn over.

APRIL
Just as well.

CHERRY
(looks out the window)
Look. There IS a god --

EXT. SHITTY BUNGALOW - NIGHT
Parked next to a decrepit old house
sits a giant, gleaming brand-new
HARLEY DAVIDSON CHOPPER.

IN THE VAN
April turns to Cherry. Big smile.

APRIL
'It’s time to ride.'

You Bet Your Hard Drive It's Personal

Happy Tuesday, crime kids! It's once again time to take a trip to the dark side. A place where violence, murder and mayhem are served up daily, right here, at the coolest joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In today's chapter from your favorite spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, agents Cherry Nation and April street are being pursued in a DWP van on the freeway going the wrong way by a squadron of FBI vehicles ... and Cherry opens the back door ... and starts throwing equipment at them ... !


INT. HONEY’S UNDERGROUND LAIR - NIGHT
Monsterburg looks up from his workstation.
Stares at Honey, wide-eyed. She looks at him, scowling.

HONEY
What’s wrong, Monsterburg?

MONSTERBURG
It’s Irina, she --

HONEY
WHAT?

MONSTERBURG
We’ve lost the signal.
I’m afraid she’s -- been terminated.

HONEY
God-DAMMIT.
Fucking Russian ROULETTE
shit-for-brains DYKE-hard.
(beat)
What about Rock?
Have you heard from HIM?

MONSTERBURG
Not a peep.
(looks at his monitor)
But according to his key card,
he’s travelling due east, right toward us.

HONEY
Then he must be following THEM.
(licks her lips)
Ah, I can almost TASTE it --

MONSTERBURG
If you’ll excuse me, Ma’am --
I hope this isn’t out of line,
but it almost seems like this is a personal thing.

HONEY
You bet your hard drive it’s PERSONAL.

MONSTERBURG
Can I ask what happened?

HONEY
No, you CANNOT.
That’s on a 'need to ho' basis.
Just mind your business and get back to work.
(eyes him appreciatively)
And when you have a minute.
Come back to my office.
I’d like to show you something.

MONSTERBURG
(hint of a smile)
A little -- show and tell?

HONEY
That’s on a 'need to blow' basis --

EXT. FREEWAY - NIGHT
The DWP van continues
swerving through oncoming traffic,
followed by the FBI convoy.
Vehicles SWERVE to avoid them.

A panel truck CRASHES into a Mini-Cooper.

INT. DWP VAN - MOVING - AT THAT MOMENT
Cherry stands in the back.
Holds onto a strap hanging from the ceiling.
Looks at the shelves lining the rear.
Then DWP Guy, still out cold.

CHERRY
Here goes nothing --

She raises her leg.
KICKS the rear doors.
They FLY OPEN.

INT. MAX’S SUV - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
Max and Sunday see the doors of the van open.

SUNDAY
What in the HELL are they doing?

MAX
SHIT. They’re going to start DUMPING STUFF OUT --

INT. DWP VAN - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
Cherry GRABS a metal shelving unit
filled with pipes, tools and boxes of shit.
DRAGS it toward the open door --

CHERRY
I can’t believe I’m DOING THIS.

And SHOVES IT OUT.

EXT. TEN FREEWAY - CONTINUOUS
An FBI SUV gets HIT with the debris. SMASH.
Glass SPRAYS in the air.

The car SWERVES off into the embankment
and EXPLODES in a FIREBALL of FLAMES and BLACK SMOKE.

IN THE VAN
Cherry SCREAMS with delight.

CHERRY
Omigod was that COOL.

APRIL
Looks at Cherry in the rear view mirror.

APRIL
Good SHOT, baby. Get ‘em AGAIN.

CHERRY
GRABS another shelf. Starts dragging it toward the back.

CHERRY
Once you start, you just can’t stop --

She SHOVES the metal unit OUT THE DOOR.

EXT. TEN FREEWAY - CONTINUOUS
Another FBI SUV gets HIT with the shelves, BANG.
The windshield EXPLODES. Glass SPRAYS.

The car JACK-KNIFES INTO THE AIR
and lands on the car behind it, SMASH.

Both cars do cartwheels onto the shoulder,
BANG, BANG, BANG --then BURST into flames.

INT. MAX’S SUV - MOVING
Max swerves through oncoming traffic -- and flying debris.

MAX
We’re gonna get KILLED --

SUNDAY
Keep MOVING. We’ve got to GET THEM.

MAX
They’ve taken out three vehicles. We’re NEXT.

SUNDAY
Stop being a wimp and DRIVE THE FUCKING CAR.

Leave The Bombing To Us

Happy Monday, crime motherfuckers! It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side. A hardboiled-pulp-noir nightmare that you can't escape, where all your deadly dreams become reality ... at That Killing Feeling.

In today's chapter from your favorite spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, it's the start of a balls-out action sequence when agents Cherry Nation and April Street are being followed by the FBI and assassin Irina Kolishnakov in a high-speed chase on the freeway ... going in the wrong direction!


EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - TARMAC -NIGHT
The DWP van SHOOTS down the runway with a SQUEAL of rubber.

THE FBI AGENTS
Turn. Look.

SUNDAY
That’s THEM.
They’re GETTING AWAY.
AFTER THEM.

MAX
Go, go, go, GO --

They pile into their vehicles and PEEL RUBBER.
Irina’s car SHOOTS ahead of them like a rocket.

THE VAN
HITS the chain-link fence. SMASHES through it.
FLIES across the grass, BUMPS down over the curb.

EXT. BUNDY DRIVE - CONTINUOUS
The van HITS the street with a BANG. Drives away.

IRINA’S CAR
SHOOTS through the broken fence,
followed by a phalanx of FBI VEHICLES,
sirens WAILING, lights FLASHING.

IN SUNDAY’S CAR
She turns and looks at Max.

SUNDAY
Who the fuck is THAT?

MAX
Hell if I know. Paparazzi?

IN THE VAN
April STOMPS on the accelerator.
Cherry looks out the window.

CHERRY
They’re right BEHIND US.

APRIL
(sees something)
Aha. Freeway entrance --

CHERRY
That’s an EXIT -- going the WRONG WAY.

APRIL
Better buckle up. It’s gonna be a BUMPY RIDE --

EXT. FREEWAY EXIT - CONTINUOUS
The van FLIES up the off-ramp.
Mostly deserted at this hour.
A car SWERVES out of the way,
HITS the embankment. CRASH.

IN THE VAN
APRIL
(looks in the mirror)
FUCK. And here comes the cavalry, right behind us --

IN IRINA’S CAR
She STEPS on the gas, SWERVES around oncoming traffic.

IRINA
Who do you think you are, STARSKY AND HUTCH?

IN SUNDAY’S CAR
Max drives, navigates the car around approaching vehicles.

MAX
Goddammit --

SUNDAY
Careful, WATCH OUT --

IN THE VAN
April navigates the traffic. Looks at Cherry.

APRIL
What are you waiting for? START SHOOTING.

CHERRY
But they’re FBI.

APRIL
They want to KILL US.

CHERRY
You gotta point.

She leans out the window. Raises the Uzi.

CHERRY
My country tis of thee --

EXT. TEN FREEWAY - NIGHT
Cherry leans out of the van.
FIRES the semi-automatic
at the cluster of FBI SUV’s
as the van SWERVES
through oncoming traffic,
SPRAYING bullet at them.

An SUV gets HIT.
The windshield EXPLODES with a POP.
Glass FLIES in the air.

It CRASHES into an oncoming truck, BANG.
BOOM. The vehicles EXPLODE in a red-orange FIREBALL.

IRINA’S CAR
Swerves to the shoulder. ROARS ahead.
Catches up to the van.
She sticks an ASSAULT RIFLE out the window.
Starts SHOOTING.

IN THE VAN
April looks. Sees.

APRIL
MOTHERFUCKER --

She drives one-handed.
Points her Uzi out the window.
Starts FIRING at Irina’s car.

AERIAL POV
The cars drive, side by side, shooting at each other.
Bullets PING off the Porsche.

IN THE VAN
A bullet ZINGS past April’s head.
CRACKS the windshield.

APRIL
Okay. Now I’m MAD --

Cherry pulls a GRENADE out of her bag.

CHERRY
Don’t worry. Leave the bombing to us.

AERIAL POV
The SUV’s follow the van, Irina’s car alongside it.

ANGLE FROM THE SIDE --
Cherry climbs back out the window.
Sits on the ledge. Holds the grenade.
Takes aim. And THROWS it at the Porche.

IN IRINA’S PORCHE
She drives, firing at the van out the window.
The grenade lands on her lap, THWUP.
She looks at it. Opens her mouth.

IRINA
Oh, shi --

And it EXPLODES.

AERIAL POV
The Porche EVAPORATES in a million pieces. BANG.
Metal, debris, flesh, fire and smoke FLY into the air.

IN THE VAN
April and Cherry high-five. SLAP palms.

CHERRY
Rock and ROLL.

APRIL
(looks in the rear view mirror)
One down, twenty to go.

CHERRY
Spoilsport.
(beat)
Hey. I’ve got an idea.
I’ll open the back doors.
All the shit back there will fall out on them.

APRIL
That’s positively EVIL. DO IT.

Cleared For Take-Off

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In today's scene from that spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, agents Cherry Nation and April Street land the stolen helicopter at Santa Monica Aiport, then commandeer a DWP van, as they prepare to elude to FBI ... and black ops 'assassin to the stars' Irina Kolishnikov ....


EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - RUNWAY - NIGHT
The girls RACE OVER to the van.
See a DWP ELECTRICIAN (40’s),
a chubby regular guy, sitting in the driver’s seat.
He pours coffee from a thermos into a cup.
Looks up at them, startled.

DWP GUY
Evenin.’ Can I help you ladies?

They WHIP out their pistols.

APRIL
Homeland Security.

CHERRY
We’re commandeering your vehicle.

He DROPS the cup on his lap.
Spilling coffee on his pants.

DWP GUY
OW, shit.
(looks at them)
Hey. Wait a minute.
I saw you two on the news.
You’re those TERRORISTS
who crashed THE WHITE HOUSE.

Cherry and April CLICK their safeties.

APRIL
We were FRAMED, asshole --

CHERRY
Step OUT OF THE VEHICLE, NOW.

DWP GUY
Okay, okay. Don’t shoot, don’t shoot.

APRIL
Wait a minute. Wouldn’t it better if HE drove?

CHERRY
Yeah. Great idea.

APRIL
(to DWP Guy)
Open the back door and let us in.

DWP GUY
Okay. Just don’t shoot.

EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - ENTRANCE - AT THAT MOMENT
Irina’s Porsche SPEEDS through the entrance.
RACES toward the helicopter.

Right behind her, a phalanx of
FBI VEHICLES ROAR into the airport, sirens WAILING.

INT. DWP VAN - CONTINUOUS
April and Cherry SLAM the door shut. Go up to the front.
DWP Guy turns around. Stares at them. Freaking out.

DWP GUY
The cops are here --

CHERRY
Try FBI.

DWP GUY
What have you gotten me INTO?

APRIL
Listen to me. We’re innocent.
We’re government agents who’ve been FRAMED,
and we need your help.

CHERRY
Yeah. And if you help us get out of this,
we’ll make sure you get a medal for bravery.

DWP GUY
A m-medal? Really?

APRIL
Oh, yeah. Forget about it.
(points)
That fence over there.
What’s on the other side of it?

DWP GUY
(looks)
Uh, Bundy.

APRIL
Perfect. We need to go through the fence
and get the fuck out of here, NOW. Got it?

ON THE TARMAC
The FBI vehicles surround the chopper.
Agents JUMP OUT, get behind their SUV’s.
Aim their weapons. Sunday and Max take cover.
She raises a bullhorn to her lips.

SUNDAY
(electronic)
April Street and Cherry Nation, THIS IS THE FBI.
Come out of the chopper NOW, or we’ll SHOOT.

Silence.

SUNDAY
This is your LAST CHANCE.
Come out NOW with your HANDS UP,
or we will COMMENCE FIRING.

Silence.

MAX
Shred ‘em?

SUNDAY
Like lettuce.

MAX
(to the agents)
FIRE.

The agents OPEN FIRE on the chopper.
SHREDDING it with bullets.
The fuselage is RIDDLED with bullet holes.

OFF TO THE SIDE
Irina sits in her coupe. Watching the action.

IRINA
Shit, shit, SHIT --

IN THE VAN
They hear the MACHINE GUN FIRE.
April looks at DWP guy.

DWP GUY
Holy SHIT --

APRIL
Move over. I’m driving.

DWP GUY
Oh, no. I can’t let you --

Cherry PISTOL-WHIPS him, CRACK.
He falls over, THUD.

CHERRY
Sorry about that.

They push him into the back.
April gets in the driver’s seat.
Cherry pulls out a pair of UZIS.
Hands one to April.

She starts the engine.
JAMS it into gear --

APRIL
Cleared for take-off --

And HITS THE GAS.

Sore Thumb City

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In today's chapter from your favorite spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, agents April Street and Cherry Nation are about to make an emergency landing in their stolen FBI helicopter at Santa Monica airport during a power blackout ... while they're being pursued by the Feds ... and black ops assassin Irina Kolishnikov ...


INT. HELICOPTER - MOVING - NIGHT
April drives the chopper. Cherry looks out the window.

APRIL
We’ve gotta find a place to land, pronto.

CHERRY
But we’ll get to Hollywood faster if we fly there --

APRIL
Too dangerous.
Every government agent in the STATE is after us,
and this is an FBI chopper. Sore thumb much?

CHERRY
(sees something, points)
Hey, look, up ahead --
Santa Monica airport.

APRIL
Fucking PERFECT.
(flips switches)
We’ll land there --

CHERRY
You know, after this is over,
I think I’m gonna take a break.
Spend some time with the kids --
(gulps)
That is, if we can --

APRIL
Trust me, sis.
We’re going to GET THEM BACK, okay?
(off her silence)
Okay?

CHERRY
Okay --

APRIL
Now hold on.
I’m a little out of practice landing one of these --

CHERRY
(stares at her, eyes bugging)
'A little out of practice?'

EXT. FBI SUV - MOVING - NIGHT
Max drives. Sunday talks on her cell.

SUNDAY
You have their position? GOOD JOB.
We’re on our way, roger and OUT.

She CLICKS the phone shut.

SUNDAY
They’re landing at Santa Monica airport.

MAX
That’s close.
We’ll cut off the perimeter, box ‘em in.
(picks up radio, CLICKS it on)
Attention, all units.
Suspects are landing at Santa Monica airport.
Get your asses over there
and seal off the area IMMEDIATELY.

ANGRY MALE VOICE (O.C.)
(electronic)
Copy that, Cargo. We’re ON OUR WAY --

EXCITED MALE VOICE (O.C.)
We’re SO there, dude.
Let’s catch us some PUSSY. Snappin’ GYRO.
Copy DAT, my MAN. OVER --

Sunday sighs. Looks out the window.

MAX
On behalf of all men everywhere,
I’d like to apologize for that
incredibly insensitive display of macho bravado.

SUNDAY
What are you talking about?
I say let’s get those fucking CUNTS.

MAX
(smiles)
Yes, SIR.

INT. IRINA’S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
She drives up the coast like a madwoman,
zipping around traffic. Looks at her GPS.
Punches buttons on the dash.
Looks at the coordinates. Nods, grim.

IRINA
I’ve got you in web, said spider to fly --
(beat)
At AIRPORT.

EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - NIGHT
Deserted at this hour. And dark.
A few AIRPLANES dot the landscape.
A Department of Water and Power van sits idling.

The chopper appears in the sky.

INT. CHOPPER - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
April works the controls. Squints in the darkness.

APRIL
Must be a power-outage or something. Hold on.

CHERRY
Be careful.

THE CHOPPER
Descends onto the tarmac.
But it’s coming down TOO FAST.

APRIL
Pulls back on the stick.

APRIL
Whoah, NELLY.

THE CHOPPER
Slows it’s descent, rises a bit,
then PLUMMETS down.

APRIL
YANKS the stick.
The girls get JERKED in their seats.

APRIL
SHIT.

CHERRY
What the fuck are you DOING?

THE CHOPPER
Stops. Hovers. Then lands slowly.
HITS the tarmac. BANG.

INT. CHOPPER - CONTINUOUS
The girls look at each other. EXHALE.

APRIL
Sorry about that.
Been a couple of years. Bit rusty.

CHERRY
Almost pissed my pants.
(looks out the window)
Check out the van.

APRIL
DWP. Perfect.
(smiles)
Incognito ahoy --

What Happens in DC, Stays In DC

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In today's chapter from your favorite spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, the heat gets turned up after agents Cherry Nation and April Street escape the FBI in a stolen chopper, with federal agents Sunday Sparks and Max Cargo hot on their trail ...


EXT. SHOPPING MALL ENTRANCE - NIGHT
Sunday and Max JUMP into their vehicle. SLAM the doors.

INT. FBI SUV - CONTINUOUS
Max GUNS the engine.
ROARS out of the parking lot.

SUNDAY
God-fucking-DAMMIT.
(into her cell)
Sir? It’s Sparks.
They’re travelling north in a chopper --

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. LOS ANGELES FBI HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT
The LA branch office. A bee hive of activity.
Dozens of AGENTS man workstations, collect data.
Watch monitors.

Sitting in a corner office is
FBI DIRECTOR CLINT RUFF (60’s).
Tall, wizened, tough as nails.

Right now he’s sipping a cup of coffee,
talking on the phone --

CLINT
How the hell did you FUCK THIS UP?
You HAD them in the palm of your fucking HANDS.

SUNDAY
I’m sorry, sir.
We’re going to get them, don’t worry --

CLINT
DON’T WORRY?
Do you realize I had fly out here to BABY-SIT you?
That the White House is so far up my ass
we’ve chosen a BRIDAL REGISTRY?

He reaches over.
Picks up a bottle of bourbon.
Pours a hit in his mug.
Takes a big gulp.

SUNDAY
I’m sorry, sir. We almost HAD THEM,
but this black op commandeered our chopper --

CLINT
I KNOW that, you stupid BITCH.
I’ve seen the FOOTAGE on the SATELLITE.

Pause.

SUNDAY
Oh. Right --

CLINT
Now get your asses in gear and GET them, GOT IT?

SUNDAY
Got it.
(beat)
Uh -- can we get another chopper?

CLINT
Being refueled. On it’s way in ten minutes.
(beat)
And if you fuck this up, Sparks, I’ll have your ASS,
despite the fact that you’re a fucking DYKE. Comprende?

SUNDAY
Yes, sir. Consider it done. Goodbye.

INT. FBI SUV - MOVING - NIGHT
She clicks the phone shut. Sighs. Looks at Max. Eyes teary.

MAX
Hey. Are you okay?

SUNDAY
Yeah, I --
(beat)
Sorry. I -- so unprofessional --

MAX
Look. You’re a fucking AMAZING op. So am I.
And together we’re gonna get them, OKAY?

SUNDAY
Okay --

MAX
And for what’s worth,
I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole.
My wife left me last month,
and I’ve been kinda fucked up ever since.
(mumbles)
You don’t wanna KNOW
how long it’s been since I’ve got laid --

SUNDAY
You and me both --

MAX
You’re not such a tough nut after all.

SUNDAY
(smiles)
Tell anyone, and I’ll fucking kill you.

INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - CLINT RUFF’S OFFICE - NIGHT
Clint dials a number. Takes a big sip of scotch. Listens.

CLINT
I’ve delayed them a little bit. Happy?

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. HONEY’S UNDERGROUND LAIR - OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Honey sits at her desk. Feet up. Taps her Bluetooth.
Swirls her snifter of brandy.

HONEY
As a fucking clam.

CLINT
You realize how DANGEROUS this is?

HONEY
Darling, it comes with the territory.
(takes a sip)
But you know that.

CLINT
Don’t remind me.

HONEY
And don’t forget -- what happens in DC, stays in DC --

Reach Out And Track Someone

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In today's chapter of your favorite spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, agents April Street and Cherry Nation have been rescued by rogue spook Rock Vargas in a stolen FBI helicopter, but as they fly away in a hail of bullets, Rock gets shot ... and April must take over the controls. Meanwhile, sleeper cell assassin Irina Kolishnakov is hot on their trail ...


INT. SHOPPING MALL - BASEMENT - NIGHT
Huge Commando leads a squad of men up the wall at lightening speed.
Boots CLANK-CLANK-CLANK on the steel rungs.

EXT. SHOPPING MALL - ROOF
April and Cherry watch the chopper fly toward them.
It lands, rotors WHIRRING. They RACE over, get in.

IN THE CHOPPER
April and Cherry slide onto the seat next to Rock.

ROCK
You really ARE twins --

APRIL
C’mon, let’s go.
We’ll exchange pleasantries later.

CHERRY
(to April)
He’s kinda cute, in a Eurotrash kinda way.

ROCK
(sees something)
Oh, SHIT --

ON THE ROOF
Commandos start running toward them.
They start FIRING.

IN THE CHOPPER
Rock hands Cherry the Uzi.
Starts flipping switches.

ROCK
Not bad yourself, hot stuff.
Now SHRED the fuckers.

Cherry takes aim, starts FIRING.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT.

THE COMMANDOS
Get HIT. Two go down.
Three more keep CHARGING.

THE HELICOPTER
Rises up. Bullets PING-PING-PING off the fuselage.

Rock gets HIT in the stomach. OOF.

ROCK
OW.

CHERRY
Shit, he’s been HIT.

APRIL
Are you OKAY?

He looks down at the growing red stain on his shirt.

ROCK
I don’t -- think so.

APRIL
Let me take the controls.

ROCK
You know how to -- uhn -- fly one of these?

APRIL
Yeah. Scoot over.

Rock moves to the side.
April slides in. Takes the controls.

CHERRY
Don’t worry.
We’ll take you to a hospital.

ROCK
Shhh. Listen to me.
Honey’s base of operations are -- uh --
underneath Mann’s Chinese Theater -- in Hollywood.
It’s built like Fort Knox, but --

He pulls a key card out of his pocket.
Hands it to April.

ROCK
You can use --
(gasps)
This to get in.

CHERRY
Do you know where my KIDS are?

ROCK
Yeah, they’re okay -- uh -- they’re --

He slumps over. Lights out.

CHERRY
SHIT.

APRIL
It’s gonna be okay.
We’re gonna GET this Honey Almond,
and THEN we’re gonna get your kids, okay?

CHERRY
Okay --
(looks at Rock)
It’s like I’m fucking cursed.
Meet a cute guy, then he’s dead.

APRIL
Well, we DO have the satisfaction
of serving our country, right?
Isn’t that something?

CHERRY
Yeah, but I’d love to have something
to keep me warm at night besides the FLAG.

EXT. NEARBY STREET - NIGHT
Irina stands next to her car by the side of the road.
Raises a BIG, BLACK PISTOL.
Takes aim. SHOOTS into the sky.

EXT. HELICOPTER - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
A small dart WHACKS against the underside of the carriage.

CLOSE ON --
The dart.
A small, silver cylinder
with a red light BLINKING.

IRINA
Looks at a hand-held device in her palm.
Smiles, evil.

IRINA
Reach out and track someone, girlies.

Be All You Can Be

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In today's chapter of your favorite spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, agents Cherry Nation and April Street are on the roof of the shopping mall about to be rescued by rogue agent Rock Vargas, who has just commandeered an FBI helicopter. Problem is, black ops assassin Irina Kolishnakov is hell-bent on killing Rock ...


EXT. FREEWAY - NIGHT
A sleek, vintage PORSCHE CONVERTIBLE
speeds down the thoroughfare
at a hundred miles per hour.

WHIZZING through traffic.
It CLIPS an old Volvo on it’s side front bumper.

The car WHIRLS to the side, starts SPINNING,
CRASHES into the embankment.
Other cars HONKS. SWERVE.

INT. VINTAGE PORCHE - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
Irina CHUGS a can of Red Bull. TOSSES it in the back seat.

IN THE REAR
We see a mountain of empty cans.

BEHIND THE WHEEL
She stares straight ahead. A robot. On a mission.

EXT. FREEWAY EXIT - CONTINUOUS
The Porsche turns, ROARS down the exit ramp.

IN THE CAR
Irina touches her Bluetooth. Listens.

IRINA
(robotic)
Black Hummer, H-Three. Check.
(listens)
Terminate with prejudice --

EXT. SHOPPING MALL ROOF - AT THAT MOMENT
An air vent OPENS. Cherry and April climb out.
Stand on the roof. Look down at all the cops, FBI, SWAT, media.

CHERRY
It’s a three-ring circus down there.

APRIL
Let’s hope this Rock character has his shit together.

DOWN BELOW
Rock’s Hummer ROARS into the mall parking lot.
RACES over to a black FBI helicopter
parked away from the commotion.

ON THE ROOF
April points at the Hummer.

APRIL
That’s HIM --

EXT. SHOPPING MALL PARKING LOT - AT THAT MOMENT
Rock RACES over the helicopter.
Flashes his ID, starts climbing the rungs to get in.

ROCK
Secret Service.

The BITCHY HELICOPTER PILOT looks at the ID, then at him.

BITCHY HELICOPTER PILOT
You don’t look like Secret Service --

Rock climbs in. Sits next to him.
Pulls out a SIG-Sauer.
Aims it at Bitchy’s head.

ROCK
April fools.
Now take this fucker up to the roof, NOW.

BITCHY HELICOPTER PILOT
Fuck you. This is a Federal aircraft. You can’t --

Rock PISTOL-WHIPS him, CRACK.
He slumps over, out cold.
He pushes him out of the cabin.

Slides into his seat.
Grabs the controls.
The engine ROARS.
The rotors start slowly SPINNING.

IRINA’S CAR
Pulls up to the Hummer.

IN THE CAR
Irina sees it’s empty. She looks out the window at --

THE HELICOPTER
About to take off.

IRINA
Reaches behind her. Pulls out a ROCKET LAUNCHER.

UP ON THE ROOF
April and Cherry watch.

CHERRY
He commandeered the chopper --

APRIL
Deus ex machina, anyone?

IN THE HELICOPTER
Rock starts FLIPPING switches.

ROCK
C’mon, c’mon --

NEARBY
A group of commandos look.
See Bitchy on the ground.

NASTY COMMANDO
Someone’s jacking the CHOPPER.

They start RACING toward it.

THE HELICOPTER
Slowly rises up. Rock FLIPS more switches.

ROCK
C’mon, GO, GO --

THE COMMANDOS
Get nearer. Start FIRING at him.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

Rock grabs an Uzi off the seat, SPRAYS them with bullets.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT.
They get SHREDDED TO RIBBONS.

ROCK
JAMS the gearshift, and the chopper TAKES OFF.

IRINA
Raises the rocket launcher. Takes aim --

An IRATE SWAT COMMANDO appears out of nowhere.
GRABS the launcher out of her hands. JAMS a gun against her head.

IRATE SWAT COMMANDO
Don’t MOVE, LITTLE GIRL.

She SUCKER-PUNCHES him in the face. GRABS the gun.

IRINA
Get the FUCK out of my face, LITTLE BOY.

Commando comes back at her.
She PISTOL-WHIPS him in the face.
He goes down, CRACK.

Irina gets out of the car.
Picks up the launcher.
Aims it at the helicopter.

She gets TACKLED FROM BEHIND
by an ASIAN FBI AGENT.

She HITS the ground.
The weapon SKITTERS under her car.

Irina FLINGS his arms off her.
KICKS him in the stomach, OOF.

He FLIES backwards. WHUMP.
Head hits the pavement, CRACK.

A GROUP OF AGENTS
Nearby see her. Point. Start YELLING.

POCK-MARKED FBI AGENT
AGENT DOWN. STOP HER.

They start RUNNING toward her.
Irina reaches under the car.

Grabs the weapon. JUMPS in.
Drives away in a SQUEAL of rubber,
the agents following her on foot.

EXT. SHOPPING MALL ENTRANCE - NIGHT
Sunday listens on her walkie. Looks at Max. Turns white.

SUNDAY
WHAT did you say?

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. SHOPPING MALL BASEMENT - NIGHT
Huge Commando holds his walkie, looks at Bunky,
scratching at the ladder rungs
that Cherry and April climbed earlier.

HUGE COMMANDO
I said They’re back up on the FUCKING ROOF.

SUNDAY
Well, then GET UP THERE. NOW.

HUGE COMMANDO
Jesus Christ, I was just giving you an update --

SUNDAY
GO, NOW, GO.

She clicks off the walkie.
Shakes her head with disgust.

SUNDAY
Stupid fucking shit for brains.
(looks at Max)
Instead of chasing them,
he stopped to fucking CALL me.

MAX
Maybe he was trying to ‘be all he could be.’

Sunday does a take.
The barest hint of a smile.

SUNDAY
That was actually pretty funny.

MAX
I have my moments --