Friday, December 3, 2010

Mission To Nowhere



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In Chapter 3 of NOWHERE GIRLS, we meet evil criminal mastermind Honey Almond in her underground lair, deep beneath Mann's Chinese Theater in Hollywood, who has kidnapped super-spy Cherry Nation's children. Meanwhile, Cherry and her super-spy sister April Street speak on the phone with a mysterious stranger who works for Honey, and tries to give them orders, with deadly results ...


EXT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - NIGHT
The familiar edifice to cinema and false idols.
TOURISTS gape at the foot and handprints in the cement.

A LOW-BUDGET BATMAN stands proudly near the gates.
On a mission to nowhere.

CAMERA moves toward the theater,
then as if by magic,
moves down through the sidewalk into --

INT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - SUB-BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS
A dimly-lit command center.
Dozens of plasma screen monitors
show blinking rows of data.

A couple dozen OPERATIVES man workstations.
Scurry about the hive of activity.

Supervising the hive is a tall,
curvy goblet of brunette wonder.
Sensual. Elegant. And completely twisted.

Meet HONEY ALMOND, (50).
Doesn’t look a day over forty.

Moves like she’s thirty.
Fucks like she’s twenty.

Cigarette dangles off her cruel red lips.
Bright blue eyes flecked with gold
flicker with cold blue steel.

HONEY
(to an operative)
What’s the word from Oleg?

A nerdy-looking junior op
looks up from his monitor.

NERDY JUNIOR OP
He just made the call.

HONEY
Delicious. Get ready to patch them in.

She turns, looks at ROCK VARGAS (30’s),
a vicious-looking aide-de-camp.
Elegantly demented in black leather.

HONEY
Bring me The Mouse.
It’s feeding time.

ROCK
(nods)
As you wish.

He hustles off.

HONEY
(to another op)
The wire transfer from Switzerland. Status?

A tall SULTRY FEMALE OP (20’s)
looks up from her monitor.

SULTRY FEMALE OP
(nods)
Done. One-hundred-million Euros
in your ten accounts, ten million each.

HONEY
(raises her arms)
Spectacular. Now that’s what I call a BAIL-OUT.

Rock rushes in with THE MOUSE (40’s),
a small, wiry weasel.
Think John Waters divided by Michael Cera.

THE MOUSE
Y-you wanted to see me, chief?

HONEY
You fucked up again, mister.
For the last time.

She pulls a 9MM Baretta from her pocket.
Aims it at him.

THE MOUSE
No. Wait. I-I can explain --

HONEY
(clicks the safety)
What part of ‘kill Carver’
didn’t you understand?
He’s STILL ALIVE.

THE MOUSE
We had him, but he -- disappeared, he --

HONEY
BUZZZ. Wrong ANSWER.
(beat)
Time for your SEVERANCE PACKAGE.

Honey FIRES. BANG. BANG. BANG.
The mouse HITS the floor, THWUMP. Dead.
Blood starts pooling on the tiles.

HONEY (CONT’D)
Somebody call HR.
A great parking spot just opened up.

INT. CHERRY’S JOINT - AT THAT MOMENT
April sits on the couch,
head in her hands.

Cherry paces back and forth
talking on her cell. FURIOUS.

CHERRY
We’re not gonna do SQUAT
until I can speak to the girls.
I need to know they’re alive.

INTERCUT WITH:

EXT. SANTA MONICA CAFE - CONTINUOUS
Oleg smiles silkily.
Pulls a tape recorder out of his pocket.

OLEG
As you wish.

He CLICKS it on.
Holds it up to the phone.

AMBER (O.C.)
(electronic)
Mommy? Where are you?
These bad men killed all our friends --
(mumbling in the background)
Don’t worry, we’re okay.
We’re watching cartoons.
(gasps)
Please come get us, Mommy.
We’re scared --

Oleg CLICKS it off.

OLEG
Satisfied?

CHERRY
I swear to god if anything happens to them,
I’m gonna hunt you down and KILL YOU.

OLEG
Shut and listen to me.
I am calling shots here.
You have list of demands.
Call White House NOW, or ELSE.

CHERRY
Okay, okay. Don’t get your
tighty-whities in a bind --

A FEMALE FIGURE IN BLACK appears behind him.
Raises a Glock with a silencer.

Aims it at the back of his head.
SHOOTS. THWIP.

Oleg falls face-down
in his chai soy latte, CRACK.

The Figure GRABS his phone.
Hustles off down the sidewalk.

FEMALE FIGURE IN BLACK
(French accent)
Hello, are you still there?

CHERRY
(cups the phone, to April)
Now it’s some chick --
(in the phone)
I’m here. Who are YOU?

Female Figure stops.
Ducks under an awning.

Lights up a red Sherman’s.
EXHALES a cloud of smoke.

FEMALE FIGURE IN BLACK
Listen to me carefully.
I am friend, and I’m going to help you.

Meet BIBI LA SALLE (30’s), French ex-pat.
Tall and lean. Blonde hair in a tight chignon.

Chic in a Chanel miniskirted suit
and thigh-high black vinyl boots. So hot it hurts.

And, one of Honey’s former ops.

CHERRY
A 'friend?' Who are you?
Can you help me get my kids back?
(realizes)
What about the guy I was talking to?

BIBI
I killed him. Listen to me.
We will get your children.
But first we have to deal
with ze situation at ze White House.

CHERRY
No shit. Hold on a sec.
I’m gonna transfer this to speakerphone,
so my sister can hear.

BIBI
As you wish, but hurry.
Time flies when you’re holding
the leader of the free world hostage.

Cherry PUSHES a series of buttons on her cell.
A light FLASHES on the speakerphone.

CHERRY
Can you hear me?

BIBI
Oui.

CHERRY
So tell us what the fuck’s going on.

BIBI
Have you heard of Honey Almond?

April and Cherry exchange glances.
Shake their heads ‘no.’

APRIL
No. She related to Cadbury?

BIBI
Very funny, Miss Street.
She is head of NSA black ops unit.
But she is rogue.
Her group makes deals
with terrorists for
clandestine services,
takes their money,
and then eliminates them.
Quick. Efficient. And quite profitable.

CHERRY
So what does that have to do with us?

BIBI
I don’t know yet.
When I found out about ze
op at the White House,
and that they were setting you two
up to take ze fall, I quit.
That was ze last straw.
You two are legends
in ze intelligence community.
(shakes her head in disgust)
It’s personal, and I don’t play that way.
I signed up to protect our nation,
not take money from terrorists
and disgrace our own agents.

APRIL
So you’re gonna help us?

BIBI
I have to. I’m now marked, too.
People don’t quit Honey,
she fires them. Literally.
But enough chit-chat.
You need to call the President, right now --

CHERRY
Okay, okay -- but what’s your name?

BIBI
Bibi La Salle. At your service.

3 comments:

  1. 50... looks like forty... moves like thirty and fucks like twenty... hmmm.. think that's too much for a t-shirt? Just thinking ahead... lol!!

    Damn! I want that woman!! Hahaha!!

    Oh I am gonna love hating Honey... cold-hearted bitch.... the queen bee of the hive....so, this is a rogue NSA black op... first story was CIA rogue agents, right... yeah, no shortage of bad guys... Lol!!

    Sounds like Honey took lessons from Sledge...very evil...

    Oh cool... an ally! Ha... love that line... "so hot it hurts!" lol!

    So... will there be car chases? Maybe some explosions.... haha!

    Story is heating up... :)

    XOXOXO <3 <3

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  2. Thanks for all the great comments, doll. I decided to post this on again, just for you.

    SO glad you're along for the ride!

    (And even more glad you didn't miss the end of LEGS. That last scene with Laura really happened, too, btw ... )

    <3!

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  3. Oohh.... tell em more!! Hehe!

    I am glad too! I don't know why I thought Chapter 20 was the end... although, the way that scene ended... it could have been. I am so glad you ended it the way you did though, with the scene with you and Laura...

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