Happy Tuesday, hardboiled pulpsters! It's time once again to return to the scene of the crime, where the action is hot, and the chicks are cool ... at That Killing Feeling.
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.
You really ARE twins --
C’mon, let’s go.
We’ll exchange pleasantries later.
He’s kinda cute, in a Eurotrash kinda way.
Oh, SHIT --
ON THE ROOF
Commandos start running toward them.
They start FIRING.
IN THE CHOPPER
Rock hands Cherry the Uzi.
Starts flipping switches.
Not bad yourself, hot stuff.
Now SHRED the fuckers.
Cherry takes aim, starts FIRING.
Get HIT. Two go down.
Three more keep CHARGING.
Rises up. Bullets PING-PING-PING off the fuselage.
Rock gets HIT in the stomach. OOF.
Shit, he’s been HIT.
Are you OKAY?
He looks down at the growing red stain on his shirt.
I don’t -- think so.
Let me take the controls.
You know how to -- uhn -- fly one of these?
Yeah. Scoot over.
Rock moves to the side.
April slides in. Takes the controls.
We’ll take you to a hospital.
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.
You can use --
This to get in.
Do you know where my KIDS are?
Yeah, they’re okay -- uh -- they’re --
He slumps over. Lights out.
It’s gonna be okay.
We’re gonna GET this Honey Almond,
and THEN we’re gonna get your kids, okay?
(looks at Rock)
It’s like I’m fucking cursed.
Meet a cute guy, then he’s dead.
Well, we DO have the satisfaction
of serving our country, right?
Isn’t that something?
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 --
A small, silver cylinder
with a red light BLINKING.
Looks at a hand-held device in her palm.
Reach out and track someone, girlies.