Happy Friday, crime-busters! It's once again time to take a trip to the dark side ... to a place where your deepest desires become unspeakable, hardboiled violent acts of destruction, right here, at That Killing Feeling.
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.
Evenin.’ Can I help you ladies?
They WHIP out their pistols.
We’re commandeering your vehicle.
He DROPS the cup on his lap.
Spilling coffee on his pants.
(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.
We were FRAMED, asshole --
Step OUT OF THE VEHICLE, NOW.
Okay, okay. Don’t shoot, don’t shoot.
Wait a minute. Wouldn’t it better if HE drove?
Yeah. Great idea.
(to DWP Guy)
Open the back door and let us in.
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.
The cops are here --
What have you gotten me INTO?
Listen to me. We’re innocent.
We’re government agents who’ve been FRAMED,
and we need your help.
Yeah. And if you help us get out of this,
we’ll make sure you get a medal for bravery.
A m-medal? Really?
Oh, yeah. Forget about it.
That fence over there.
What’s on the other side of it?
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.
April Street and Cherry Nation, THIS IS THE FBI.
Come out of the chopper NOW, or we’ll SHOOT.
This is your LAST CHANCE.
Come out NOW with your HANDS UP,
or we will COMMENCE FIRING.
(to the agents)
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.
Shit, shit, SHIT --
IN THE VAN
They hear the MACHINE GUN FIRE.
April looks at DWP guy.
Holy SHIT --
Move over. I’m driving.
Oh, no. I can’t let you --
Cherry PISTOL-WHIPS him, CRACK.
He falls over, THUD.
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 --
Cleared for take-off --
And HITS THE GAS.