Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Leave The Bombing To Us
It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 6 of NOWHERE GIRL, Homeland Security agent April Street calls Palestinian arms dealer Avi Abbas and chews him out about how his black ops spook Token Ware gave the suitcase nuke to the wrong person -- stripper Cherry Nation, and not HER. Meanwhile Cherry, along with Silverlake hipster Peeler Mardo, escape with the nuke ... on the bus ...
INT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - NIGHT
Kamal clicks his phone shut. Looks at Hamad.
She said there was a delay,
that she was on her way,
and then -- the line went dead.
I do not understand.
It sounded like there was a struggle.
Our operation might be comprised.
Give me your phone.
He does. Hamad PUNCHES a number. Listens.
INT. DOWNTOWN LOFT - NIGHT
Avi stands out on the balcony,
talking on his cell.
He fires up a smoke with a CLICK of his Zippo.
I assume you are calling to thank me.
And to confirm that payment is on the way.
There has been NO DELIVERY.
This -- woman is late, and then she
calls and says there has been a delay,
and then there is fighting
and the phone goes dead.
What kind of operation are you running!?
Please accept my profuse apologies.
I have someone on the way
to intercept it as we speak.
All my packages get delivered.
Let me call my man and
I’ll get back to you within the hour.
Very well. I will await your word.
And look forward to concluding this transaction.
INT. DOWNTOWN LOFT - BALCONY - CONTINUOUS
Avi FLINGS his cigarette over the ledge.
Furiously PUNCHES a number on his cell. Listens.
INT. MARDO’S JOINT - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
April lies on the floor.
Token, a few feet away,
still out like a light.
She opens her eyes. Sits up. Rubs her head.
The phone in Token’s pocket RINGS.
That might be Avi --
She goes to his jacket, gets the phone. Listens.
It’s YOU. What THE FUCK is going on?
What HAPPENED? Why haven’t you
delivered the PACKAGE?
And where is TOKEN?
TOKEN gave THE PACKAGE to the WRONG PERSON.
A woman who looks like me.
He was EARLY. I was ON TIME.
Where is he now?
On the floor. Out cold.
Where are you?
Silverlake. At the house of the woman
who he gave the case to.
Or maybe its her boyfriend’s place,
I’m not sure.
There’s ANOTHER person involved in this?
Hey, you can thank Ware for that.
But you have the case? From the woman?
No. They’re gone.
What THE FUCK?
Relax. I’ve got Ware’s transmitter.
I’m gonna go get it.
But what about Ware?
You think I give two shits?
I don’t answer to you.
WARE fucked this up,
and now I’M gonna have to
clean up his mess.
I have another call.
I’ll call you back.
(punches a button)
This is Street.
EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - NIGHT
A lonely stretch of Sunset, way east.
Far from the strip. Cherry and Peeler
sit on a bench at a bus stop. Waiting.
Cherry grips the briefcase
to her chest like it’s a baby.
We should figure out a way
to get you out of those handcuffs.
That would be nice.
There’s the bus.
Leave the bombing to us --