Friday, October 22, 2010
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In Chapter 29 of NOWHERE GIRL, things really heat up when mysterious Feds raid the Hollywood Hills mansion and evacuate Cherry Nation and April Street, who escape just as the bomb is about to EXPLODE. Meanwhile rogue black ops spook Sledge Crafton reveals that CIA operative Lark Lemon is his mole, and then reveals his plans for Cherry and April ...
INT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The girls are GRABBED FROM BEHIND.
Saad has Cherry in a choke-hold.
Mohammed THROWS April to the floor.
Both aims Uzis at their heads.
Don’t move or I’LL SHOOT.
Go ahead. Give me REASON.
American women TALK TO MUCH.
Take them downstairs and shoot them.
MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Put your HANDS IN THE AIR!
In bomb squad gear comes into the room,
assault rifle aloft.
The LCD reads 3:45.
Looks at the Fed.
Don’t shoot! This is a nuclear device.
Step away from case. NOW.
Put your gun down or I shoot THE WOMAN!
Put down or we SHOOT!
The Fed SHOOTS Renny.
He HITS the floor.
What are you DOING?
He was DISARMING IT.
Two more FEDS in bomb squad gear
BURST IN from the kitchen and start SHOOTING.
Saad’s and Mohammed’s heads EXPLODE.
Ladies, outside, NOW.
April and Cherry exchange glances.
What’s going on here?
They WANT the nuke to go off?
I said NOW.
Cherry GRABS the case with the money,
and they start RUNNING.
The LCD reads 2:25.
EXT. FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS
Two Feds in protective gear with helmets
stand in front of bomb squad truck.
They start walking toward Cherry and April.
I don’t trust them.
Let’s kick their ass.
INT. CIA HEADQUARTERS - CUBICLE - NIGHT
Lark takes a sip of her water bottle.
Touches her headset.
But I don’t understand.
You WANT it to go off?
But what about -- collateral damage?
INT. INTELLIGENCE OFFICE - NIGHT
Sledge Crafton stands at the bar.
Mixing a cocktail.
Speaking on his hands-free.
Too many people know.
It’s a big mess.
Better to start again
with a clean slate.
And it’s not a real nuke,
it’s an old Russian piece of shit
pipe bomb with a timer, that’s all.
We’ll find some patsy
and nail it on them,
like we did in Oklahoma City.
He leans down over the bar.
SNORTS a line of coke.
But what about April Street --
and the other girl?
They’re being evacuated.
I have special plans for THEM.
Don’t tell me your getting soft on me.
You’re one of the best moles I’ve ever had.
I’d hate to have to retire you, too.
But what about the agents on-site?
They don’t know the bomb is live.
Like you said, collateral damage.
INT. BOMB SQUAD TRUCK - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
Cherry and April wear bomb squad gear with helmets.
April GUNS the engine. The vehicle starts moving.
Go, go, go --
We’re OUTTA HERE.
EXT. QUEENS ROAD - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
The truck ROARS down the road.
INT. BOMB SQUAD TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
April shakes her head slowly. Thinking.
Something’s not right.
They were acting like they WANTED
the nuke to go off.
Unless they weren’t told it was live.
Why would the agency do that?
I don’t know, unless --
An earth-shattering EXPLOSION rocks the truck.
April stops. She and Cherry poke their heads
out their windows, look.
A MASSIVE FIREBALL ERUPTS in the sky.
Continues on down Queens Road.
That was no nuke.
Crafton was ripping off the terrorists.
Why am I not surprised?
So where are we going?
We’re gonna pay him a little visit.
(turns her head)
Hey. You okay back there?
Sticks his head out from the rear.
Well, let’s see.
I’ve lost a lot of blood,
I’m dizzy from hunger,
and I just shit my pants.
I’m having a ball.