Friday, May 28, 2010

Righteous Kill, Baby

Happy Friday, crime slicksters! It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side. So strap on your favorite weapon, fill your flask, and head on over to the coolest crime joint in cyberspace, where the chicks are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled action non-stop, right here ... at That Killing Feeling.

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 --

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