Thursday, October 14, 2010
Two Heads Are Better Than One
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In Chapter 23 of NOWHERE GIRL, things really heat up when private security office Renny Quick and his men arrive at the Al Queda hideout in the Hollywood Hills and are confronted by the terrorists. Meanwhile, Homeland Security agent April Street, handcuffed and prisoner in the poolhouse, gets a little assistance from CIA spook Shag Holiday ...
EXT. MANSION - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
The Driver and Renny stand at the front door.
Their car’s lights FLASH behind them in the driveway.
Ring it again, Carlos.
(presses the buzzer)
This is bullshit.
Let’s get the fuck outta here.
Go hit Fatburger.
Hold on. Not so fucking fast.
Something’s not right.
I can smell it.
All the lights are on --
and they don’t answer the door?
The front door SWINGS OPEN.
Revealing Rich Husband, with a big,
weird smile on his face.
Eyes full of terror.
Sorry to keep you gentlemen waiting.
What seems to be the problem?
IN THE FOYER, AGAINST THE WALL
Kamal stands out of sight,
holding an Uzi on Rich.
IN THE DOORWAY
Rich blinks, raises his eyebrows expectantly.
We received over a dozen 911 calls
from a number at this address.
From this address? Are you sure?
Yeah. We can track where a call comes from.
It was this address.
I don’t know what to say.
No one here called you -- perhaps your --
tracking made a mistake.
Oh, wait a minute --
maybe it’s my son’s phone --
but he’s not home right now.
Please be assured that I will
discipline him for this.
And please accept my apologies.
Could I please use your bathroom?
I hate to ask, but it’s kind of an emergency.
Renny holds his crotch.
Does that ‘I gotta pee’ dance.
Rich looks startled, looks to his left.
I thought so.
He PUSHES his way past Rich,
and runs straight into Kamal.
Aiming his Uzi at Renny’s stomach.
Gentlemen. This is most unfortunate.
Please come in and make yourselves --
Renny LEAPS at Kamal,
grabs for control of the gun.
It SHOOTS WILDLY, MOWING DOWN Carlos.
The GUARDS run in and GRAB Renny,
PISTOL-WHIP him into submission.
(looks at the body)
Hurry up and bring it in.
Put the car in the garage.
And then tie up our visitor.
Let’s have some fun.
INT. POOLHOUSE - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
April sits on the couch with her hands cuffed.
Another set connect her ankle
to a leg of the coffee table.
Fucking WHORE version of ME.
She raises her wrists to her hair,
pulls out a hairpin.
Puts it in her mouth.
Starts working it on the cuffs on her hands.
Just wait until I get my hands on her --
Her cell phone starts RINGING
on the floor a few feet away.
It RINGS again.
She furiously works the hairpin on the lock.
Shag walks through the ruined door, gun raised.
He stops. Looks at the Vespa. Then April.
CHERRY. You -- changed your hair.
I’m not Cherry. I’m April.
Jesus, You look just like her.
You could be twins.
So that’s her name. Who are you?
Shag Holiday, CIA.
She’s my ex.
Pleased to meet you.
April Street, Homeland Security.
(nods at the phone)
You want me to get that?
Nah. I know who it is.
It can wait. Uncuff me?
Yeah. Sure. Hold on --
Shag pulls out keys,
unlocks the cuffs on her wrists.
He leans down, uncuffs her ankle.
Double thanks. So what now?
So she was just here?
(off April’s nod)
And she has the nuke?
(off her nod)
Why don’t we team up.
Two heads are better than one.
Good idea. She’s really -- volatile.
What’s her deal?
Do you have a few hours?
IN THE WINDOW
Wendon peers in. Pulls away.
She leans against the wall.
Raises her assault rifle.
A two-fer. Nice --