Happy Friday, crime motherfuckers! It's once again time to take a trip to a place that time forgot. A hardboiled, pulp-noir destination not for the feint of heart. A place where your darkest desires becomes random acts of unspeakable violence, right here ... at That Killing Feeling.
In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, we're nearing the explosive finale, as agents April Street and Cherry Nation chase after black ops spook Honey Almond in the Kodak Theater, deep in the heart of Hollywood ...
INT. KODAK THEATER - STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Cherry RUNS up the steps.
KA-CHINKS a magazine in her UZI.
So help me,
if that bitch harms a hair on her HEAD --
INT. KODAK THEATER - ORCHESTRA LEVEL - AT THAT MOMENT
April lies on the floor
next to the front row of seats.
Opens her eyes.
Slowly moves up into a sitting position.
Opens her jacket --
revealing a kevlar vest
with THREE SMASHED BULLETS.
She picks them off.
Groans. Looks to her left --
Shots came from over there --
And gets up on her knees.
Slowly looks over the seats.
INT. LUXURY OPERA BOX - AT THAT MOMENT
One of the opulent opera boxes
that flank each side of the theater
near the stage. Ornate beyond belief.
Honey and Monsterburg have taken refuge
in this particular box,
and have guns trained
on April down below.
I got her. I saw her go down --
But she’s not there anymore.
Must be wearing a vest. SHIT.
INT. KODAK THEATER - BACKSTAGE - AT THAT MOMENT
Cherry RACES onto the stage.
Hides behind the curtain on the side.
Pulls out her walkie.
April, I’m here.
Where are you?
IN THE THEATER
April GRABS hers.
Speaks into it.
I’m on the floor behind the first row.
Where are you?
On the side of the stage,
near the orchestra pit.
Honey’s somewhere on the opposite side.
I think she’s got someone with her.
IN THE OPERA BOX
Honey and Monsterburg scan the theater.
Damn, now there’s the OTHER one --
Why don’t we just split?
Idiot. They’ll follow us.
And I’m NOT going to prison.
And then there’s the fucking FBI.
The place has gotta be swarming
with those tight-sphincter motherfuckers --
Oh, right. They followed them HERE.
Gee, aren’t you a smart cookie.
You get a gold star.
Hey. There’s no reason to be nasty.
Honey, NASTY is what’s
going to save our asses.
We need to distract them.
Give me one of your shoes.
One of my shoes? Why?
My god, are you fucking THICK.
I’m going to THROW it,
and then they’ll go in that direction.
Don’t you go to the movies?
I, uh -- play videogames.
She stares at him.
He unties a sneaker.
Hands it to her.
Knock yourself out.
(takes it, smells)
Yow. Grand theft stinko --